#mafia!beetlejuice

[strawberrybouvine]

Red/Angy Scarabee doodles cause I'm apparently very into that atm

[beetlebitchywitch]

So Much as Whimper

OK so I know I have a LOT of requests sitting in my inbox right now, but this idea just would not leave me alone, so here’s a little mafia!beej in your life! 

Also spoiler alert: this is all @yankyo‘s fault

NSFT WARNING

If you so much as whimper, you’re not cumming for a week.

He’s regal, you think, the way he sits in his chair. He treats it as if it were a throne, his posture tall and confident as his eyes surveyed the room, not one of his men daring to meet his gaze for longer than a moment. Your chair, directly next to his, is shorter, forcing you to look up at him from below, the soft lamp light creating a fuzzy halo around his slicked-back hair. The thought of him as an angel almost makes you want to snicker, but you bite your tongue- this meeting is incredibly important to the future of Beetlejuice’s organization, and the associate he’s meeting with is notorious for punishing those who speak out of turn. You know he’d never lay a finger on you, unless he cared to lose it of course, but you’d never want to be the reason someone looked at your don in a negative light. He had a reputation to uphold, after all.

The very thought made your body tremble with excitement.

“Gentlemen,” he began, immediately drawing your attention. His eyes were trained on his men, but his hand was placed securely on your thigh- perfect. “I’d like to welcome my dear friend and associate Ale-”

His smooth words were suddenly choked off, his fingers digging into your thigh as his entire body seemed to tense up. Every eye in the room immediately rushed to take him in, confused looks worn on each face. Gee, you thought, whatever could be wrong with him?

If you so much as whimper, you’re not cumming for a week.

“Somethin’ the matter, boss?” one of the clones piped up from the corner. As quickly as it came, the tension dissipated, his body relaxing back into his chair. His fingers, however, never released the firm grip on your thigh- a warning. You shot him a sweet smile, placing your hand over his and squeezing gently- your reply was the small remote hidden in the palm of your hand, pressing into his skin. You just barely contained your glee at his nervous gulp.

“Are you alright, sir? If there’s anything I can do for you, please tell me,” you murmured, your honeyed voice so saturated with sweetness it was practically dripping to the floor. No one else would ever sense the hidden sourness in your words…no one but Beetlejuice.

“No, I’m just fine,” he replied in a strained voice, finally releasing his iron-clad grip on your thigh. “Thank you, pet.” A deep chuckle pulled your attention across the table, where his associate grinned smugly, his arms folded in front of him.

“What an interesting little breather you’ve found for yourself, Beetlejuice,” he remarked, his eyes sliding over your small, unassuming frame. “And so well-behaved! My my, you have the most incredible luck.”

“What can I say, Alexandre? She knows her place, don’t you, sweetness?” he asked, reaching out to run his fingers gently through your hair. You leaned happily into his touch, eyes slipped shut and lips upturned the softest grin.

“Of course, sir,” you replied politely. Gentle, poised, and obedient: that was the air you gave off each time you sat in that chair by Beetlejuice’s side. But today, the minute the others’ eyes flitted to another part of the room, yours darted to meet his. You reveled in the way they widened as your grin first grew mischievous, then smug, then finally downright wicked. He barely had time to take a breath before you pressed the button again; the plug you’d pressed inside him that morning buzzed to life once more, pressing torturously against the sensitive spots that sent stars dancing across his eyes.

Yes, you thought, I do know my place.

He gripped the arm of his chair tighter but maintained his composure as he began his welcome again, his voice a bit shaky but otherwise as melodious as ever. Good boy. 

The meeting lasted all of 30 minutes, Alexandre all too willing to comply with Beetlejuice’s offer of partnership if it meant getting to see his précieux trésor in the future. You paid careful attention to every word that came out of their mouth, but not because you were interested in whatever turf war they were setting themselves up for. Inside, you were only interested in when Beetlejuice opened his mouth- you turned the plug on the minute a word left his lips and turned it off each time Alexandre replied. For the full 30 minutes, you listened so incredibly closely, ears open for any hint of a whine, a whimper, or even a moan from your don. Each time you pressed that evil little button, you drank in the sight of him twitching in his seat, wanting so badly to grind his hips down onto the plug or up into the air seeking friction but refusing to let his men or, God forbid, Alexandre in on his little secret. He took everything you gave him without ever losing the regal air that surrounded him; your pride for him grew with each passing minute.

Sadly, it had to finish all too soon. The two dons stood, their men all filing out ahead of them as they approached each other for a handshake to seal their newfound partnership. You remained in your seat, your body practically vibrating in anticipation of your grand finale.

Just as Beetlejuice took Alexandre’s hand, you turned the vibrator up to its highest setting.

This time, your grin was entirely uncontained as you watched Beetlejuice fight to keep his knees from buckling as he came in his pants, his free hand clenched in a fist at his side while the other hand tightened its already firm grip. He managed to remain standing, but you could see the tremble in his muscles even from your spot at the table, so you knew for sure that Alexandre noticed. You could see the nervousness in Beej’s eyes as he came down from that high, but whatever Alexandre thought was going on, it was clearly incorrect, as he released his hand from the handshake to give him a friendly clap on the back.

“I know, it is hard to believe that we have come so far. Do try to contain yourself, though, mon amie, or your pet may get the wrong idea.” And with a wink and another firm handshake, Alexandre was out the door, leaving only you and your don behind.

His knees hit the floor before you could make it to him, but you quickly pulled his limp body into your arms, petting his hair as he gasped into your chest.

“Shh, darling, I know,” you cooed, stroking his back lovingly. God, he was so gorgeous after he came. “You were so good for me, so very, very good.”

“Go…fuck yourself,” he panted, struggling to catch his breath as he glared up at you. “That was 30 ever-lovin’ minutes of torture and you fuckin’ know it.”

“Oh, is that how it’s going to be, then?” you asked, the sharpness in your voice making his eyes widen once more. Fuck. “Alright. You can keep that plug in for the rest of the night then, brat. We’ll see if that attitude of yours improves by bedtime.”

And with that, you pressed the button once more and sauntered out of the room, smirking victoriously as you heard nothing but silence.

If you so much as a whimper, you’re not cumming for a week.

I don’t write enough of Beetlejuice as a sub so here you fuckin’ go my dudes

[actual-cat-human]

Things That Don’t Belong to You (Mafia!Beetlejuice x reader)

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Being dragged out to a bar after a business meeting was not your idea of fun. The saving grace at least was that it was pretty upscale and not terribly loud. It was late though and the bar was decently crowded, far busier than you enjoyed. Unfortunately, your coworkers had no intention of letting you leave any time soon even though they were gathered together at a group of tables in the corner, not doing much besides drinking and bitching about work.

So here you were at the bar, getting yourself a drink because at least being a little tipsy might make this more bearable. You didn’t want attention, and your expression, body language and clipped (but still polite) interaction with the bartender spoke to that. Still in your blazer, nice work shoes a bit too tight and uncomfortable, you just wanted to go sit with your coworkers until they got drunk enough that you could slip away. Waiting for your drink, of course you couldn’t just be left alone,

“Heyyyyy there hot stuff-“ a sloppily drunk asshole had to get right in your personal space. He reeked of liquor and could barely stand up, “you should smmmile, you look like a bitch with that sour face.” He slurred, trying to grab at your waist. Somehow, this guy was missing the aggressive ‘don’t fucking touch me’ vibes you were giving off. You were done.

“Buddy, this is your one and only chance to fuck off before you regret touching things that don’t belong to you.” You growled lowly, one hand casually in your pocket.

“Cmooon, don’t be like that” He grinned lopsidedly fully trying to grab you now. Your hand shot out of your pocket, shoving your small but deadly sharp pocket knife so tight against his stomach it tore his shirt a bit.

“Didn’t your mom teach you any fucking manners?” You hissed. The guy turned white and stumbled back, fleeing from the bar without a word or a backward glance. Sighing, you slid the tiny knife away.

“Damn babe, I was gonna step in but it looks like you can take care of yourself.” Came a gravely voice from behind you. You groaned,

“Thanks I guess, but I guess you know not to fuck with me either, then?” You tried to sound conversational as you turned to face the owner of the voice, but you were tired and didn’t have any desire to justify your actions. The man wasn’t terribly tall, but his dark eyes and crooked, teasing smile were disarming and made you almost want to chat with him despite your still present frustration.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. Hate seein a cute thing like you getting harassed in my damn bar. Bouncer should handled that jackass sooner- Can I cover your drink to make up for it?” He gestured to the bartender- who you realized looked almost identical to the man in front of you. You shrugged and smirked,

“Nah, it’s ok.” You held up a wallet in your other hand, “He needed to learn not to touch things that don’t belong to him anyways.” The bar owner, apparently, laughed hard at that. It was a deep, grumbling sound that made the devilish smirk on your lips turn to a genuine smile.

“I like your teaching style.” He said as his laughing subsided. “Why don’t you come back here tomorrow, I’d like to compare lesson plans.” His voice was flirty, but you didn’t mind.

“I could do that, I think.” You agreed smugly. He nodded, taking your drink from the bartender and handing it to you.

“Glad to hear it babe, just tell the door guy you’re here to see BJ.” He was still holding onto the glass, your fingers overlapping. Usually such a small gesture would be unimportant, but the subtle contact brought a blush to your cheeks. His hand pulled away slowly, his eyes focused momentarily on your touching hands. “I’d like to show you what someone with manners is like too.” He winked which made you giggle I a way that made you cringe internally.

“I don’t know ‘BJ’, you don’t seem like someone who always has the best manners.” You said with a low voice and a seductive smirk.

“I don’t bite... hard.” BJ winked, has voice a low growl. One of the door guys called for him, and he glanced at him with a nod. His body language changed. He seemed taller, more professional.

More dangerous.

“Hope I see ya here tomorrow, babe.” His voice was serious, his eyes dark but suggestive as he turned and walked away. You nodded, the heat more present in your cheeks now.

Maybe bars could be fun after all.

💚🖤💚🖤 short Little piece that’s been rattling around my head! Enjoy 💕

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Love and bugs,

H

[itslikethesizeofmy]

Imagine, you walk into a bar while on vacation and see a big ol’ Irish guy behind the bar... and he smiles at you.

Yeah I fell into the BJ Mafia Conglomerate AU.... and I’m going to blame @beetlejuicebeadoll mostly.

[okitera]

mafia!beej definitely has a kink for seeing his s/o in formal wear go ahead and @ me i’m right

Oh absolutely

Seeing his human in a tux/little black dress? Sign him tf up because one of his biggest forms of entertainment is showing you off, whether it’s in public or to nervous, soon-to-be-taken-care-of clients behind closed doors, he enjoys watching people’s eyes follow you and realize that you’re taken by the arm wrapped around your waist 💖💖

💕anyone who gets too handsy with you in his presence is going to get murked💕

[realmonsterboyhours]

I was rather indulgent to my discord babes recently and over the short time of knowing them did quite a few requests! I’m really happy with how comfortable I feel drawing humans again now thanks to them and I hope they end up requesting more cute art for me to draw! Here’s the (mostly)self-ship stuff I’ve been requested for so far~

@yankyo with Naga versions of her clones Wasp and Bee.

@wolfie-doggo ‘s character Jenny with Mafia!Beej

Myself with Naga!Beej (as was requested)

@scribblepigeon with Dewey

and @monsterlovinghours with Incubus!Beej (Forgive me I can’t draw kissing for some reason)

[slut-4-beetlejuice]

So, this is inspired by a drawing by @beejboyfriend I love their art it is so good and clean and MMM. Please go check it out, their art is really good. they drew an angry mafia beej with a bottle then I really wanted to draw a flirty mafia beej with a bottle. So here we are. Please excuse poor quality

[ily-bug-man]

For the f/o ask thingie: phantasmagorical!

phantasmagorical - what is your favorite fantasy involving your f/o? this can be either sfw or nsfw, but please specify.

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OK, I’m going to do both because I am an overachiever.

My favorite SFW fantasy is having Beej over to my place for a movie marathon. We watch all the classic horror movies and eat a lot of snacks and have a really good time.

My favorite NSFW fantasy involves mafia!Beej. I love the idea of him fingering me while I sit on his lap in a meeting, and I have to keep my face calm and stay quiet. I’m usually quite loud in the bedroom, so this idea really does something for me.