Next up in this series, Belphegor. I had some trouble with this one and actually completely scrapped my first version. Can be found on AO3 here.
Belphegor didn't care much for what others said. But when he did, he made sure they would never forget just who they were facing.
content warning: mention of hallucinations, paralysis, torture/strangulation
Belphegor might be known for his sleeping habits -- he was one you could find asleep anywhere, any time, in any kind of position -- but he also possessed his own mighty, terrifying powers. He used his tendency to sleep all the time as a distraction from this fact, letting others often forget that he was one of the Seven. After all, how harmless could a demon who just wants to sleep all the time really be?
He smirked to himself at the thought. It made for quite a fun affair when he decided it was time to remind someone that he was the Avatar of Sloth.
Currently, he was observing the sleeping form of Avnas, a lower level demon. His chest slowly rose and fell, a rumbling snore escaping him periodically. He was fast asleep in his own bed, blissfully unaware that a nightmare had crept through the shadows into his room.
Belphegor inched a bit closer to the other's sleeping form, taking in his rather peaceful expression as he snoozed away. He couldn’t wait to twist it into one of pain and fear. The idiot had decided to disparage him, thinking no one was around to hear. Usually, Belphegor was not one to care what others said or thought. He didn’t have the energy to concern himself with the musings of others --- but Avnas had gone a bit too far.
Making himself comfortable at the foot of Avnas’ bed, Belphegor recited a chant under his breath, then sat with his usual unnerving smile.
Three … two … one.
Avnas’s eyes slowly opened, pupils dilating as his sight adjusted to the dark. He looked around in a daze before his gaze landed on the intruder -- and panic quickly took over his features. He tried to move, but found that he couldn’t, every part of him feeling like it was pinned in place. Shit.
“Why hello there, Avnas.” Said so cheerfully, with that same chilling smile.
“B-Belphegor?” Okay, he could still speak. That was something. “Wh-what are you doing here? And what are you doing to me . . ?”
“Oh, I’m sure you know why I’m here. As for what I’m doing to you . . .” Belphegor shrugged, his voice now taking on its usual indifferent timbre. “. . .It’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”
“N-no, I’m a bit lost as to what you’re doing … “ Avnas continued to struggle, trying to move any part of his body, but all his attempts were futile. Was that … the faint sound of a music box he was hearing? It hung in the air, sounding far yet close at the same time. No, he must be imagining things.
“You really are dense, aren’t you?” Belphegor sighed. His eyes, aglow in the darkness, narrowed as he shot him a piercing look. “I’m teaching you a lesson. One that I’m sure you won’t forget.” He seemed to bleed into the shadows, and in an instant his face was right in front of Avnas’s, who let out a yelp in surprise.
No, that definitely was the melody of a music box that he was hearing. Was it … getting louder?
“Please, what was it that you were so noisily crowing about earlier?” Belphegor hummed, slinking back into the shadows and reappearing on the other side of the bed, lips twisted in a sinister smile. Avnas kept trying to move something, anything, but it was useless.
Was the room … shrinking?
“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
“I … I didn’t mean a-anything by it, Belphegor, I swear!” Avnas pleaded.
“Swear to who? Diavolo?” The Avatar of Sloth sneered, continuing to morph within the darkness, making sure that Avnas could never see him in one spot for long. “That means nothing to me, Avnas.” Oh, the absolute venom that dripped from his voice as he uttered his victim’s name. “In fact, I want to hear more. Just how much of an obedient dog you apparently think I am, how I don’t deserve being at the top, how I would just bend to Diavolo’s wishes . . . there was so much more, too. So, let me hear it all.”
The music box melody seemed to get louder still, more … shrill.
“P-please . . . I’m sorry!” Horror shone in the lower demon’s eyes. “I’m so sorry! I’ll never doubt you again! I-I’ll do whatever it takes to make up for my insolence!”
“Hmm.” Belphegor hummed, his lips twisting once more into a malicious grin. “I didn’t ask for an apology. But, you’ll do whatever it takes ..?”
The room got smaller. The haunting music got louder. Sharper.
Suddenly, Avnas felt the pressure that had been pinning down his entire body alleviate. He wriggled his fingers, and relief washed over him as he could move again. Good, he can be reasoned with, he foolishly thought. He began to get up, hoping to speak to the greater demon in a more dignified position. “Yes, I’ll -- “
His words were cut off as Belphegor’s tail lashed out, wrapping around Avnas’s throat and slowly beginning to squeeze. Avnas gasped, his hands instinctively scrambling up to try and pry the tail loose.
Smaller. Louder. Sharper.
“That’s no use, you know.” Belphegor’s voice seeped in perverse delight. He brought himself closer to the struggling demon, his tail continuing to strangle him. “You shouldn’t complain. After all, you said you’d do whatever it takes, didn’t you?”
“P-please … “ Avnas continued to plead, tears streaming down his cheeks as the Avatar choked him. “I .. I’m ...s-ach….sorry....” Was he going to die like this?
Smaller. Louder. Sharper. Tighter.
“Let me make one thing clear,” Belphegor leaned in to whisper menacingly into the other’s ear. “I am stronger than you. Smarter than you. Better than you. And I could kill you right now and put a nuisance to rest, but ... “ He moved so that he could look straight into those petrified eyes. “ ... then I wouldn’t be able to see the pathetic look on your face every time we cross paths.”
Avnas felt his body grow cold, suffocated both by the tail around his throat as well as the crushing feeling of the room closing in on them. Tears still stung his eyes, the shrill haunting melody screaming into his ears.
Belphegor brought one claw up to Avnas’ face, breaking skin as he dragged it down his cheek. Blood began to mingle with his tears, which put a rather satisfied smirk on the slothful demon’s lips.
“Good night, Avnas.”
Darkness engulfed Avnas’ sight for a split second before fading away. His breath returned. The room was silent. The walls were in their normal place. There was no other demon to be found, no tail choking the life out of him. The nightmare was over.
Body shaking, Avnas slowly lowered himself back into bed, but panic struck his heart once more as he heard a final whisper in his head, full of delight in this last strike of horror.
Ever since you first met your new undead friend, he's always tried teasing you relentlessly. Whether it be the occasional lewd joke, attempt to scare the absolute shit out of you or his flirting that you would never take seriously. Partly because you couldn't really believe he was serious about hitting on you. Mostly because of what his 'family' told you about how he flirts with everyone. You still enjoyed his company and found him endearing once you got passed his gross humor and asshole tendencies. He was nice enough to you at least. As much as a born demon could be.
Though you also had to admit deep down that you had started to develop feelings for the bastard. It wasn't fair you couldn't flirt back. Or at least take him down a few pegs since he had the most inflated ego you've ever seen. There was one thing he has done since he first met you that definitely would be a great way to get him back. Every so often he'd catch you off guard and pretend he's going for a friendly handshake or high five. Like if you were celebrating something and he was congratulating you for example. Then as soon as you went in for his hand he'd grab you by yours.
'Put it there! And put it right here~' He would bark with that gravelly cackle of his then drag your hand down towards his groin. Every damn time you fell for it. You felt embarrassed at how easy he could play you like a fiddle. You normally weren't that naïve yet he somehow had figured out how to push all of your buttons.
Not this time. This time you'd finally get him back if he would try it again. It was time to get bold. You weren't going to be a sputtering red mess then scold him for being such a pervert. He'd be the one who would get that brilliant pink in his hair. Which you figured out had to be some sort of way he would show himself getting flustered or blushing. Navigating his intriguing mood-ring like hair had been an interesting journey. You knew that he would usually try the same joke whenever he would get a certain look in his eyes. His hair would also turn a vibrant green. He always thought he was so sly. You'd set up the perfect opportunity for him to try.
You had the day off after getting a promotion at work. You decided to also dress up a little to really get him in a lewd mood. Inhaling deeply before you could lose your nerves you called for him.
"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!" You jumped a little when you heard lightning crack, your windows shaking. The lights went out in your house as glowing lights shone from your floorboards. Green smoke crept from under your furniture as a loud cackle bounced from your home's walls.
"Babes!" Beetlejuice's shadowed figure popped out of the green smoke as he stretched his arms to wrap around you into a hug. You snorted and wrinkled your nose at his pungent smell. He was always very handsy when you'd call him over.
"Hey Beej." You chuckled then patted his back. He pulled away then gave you a lazy, sharp toothed grin.
"So, what ya call me over for? Been a while! You want me to scare some chumps? Got a bug problem? Or you tired of breathers and wanna make out with a dead guy?" He wiggled his brow at you after letting you go. You snorted then playfully shoved him.
"No you big dork. I actually called because I wanted to celebrate with someone. I even got some booze if you want some." You smiled at him. He perked up a little then floated off the ground.
"Celebrate? What's the occasion, hot stuff?" He quirked a brow as he began to circle around you. You gave a one shoulder shrug.
"Oh, nothing; just I finally got that promotion and pay raise." You smirked at him as he gave a wolf whistle when he took notice of your choice of clothing.
"OH, hell yeah, I remember you sayin' that you were due for one. About time. You deserve it! Just like that nice ass deserves a spankin'~" He growled. He was definitely trying to get a rise out of you. You hummed in response instead then crossed your arms.
"Damn right I deserved the promotion." You boasted. Beetlejuice scratched the scruff on his chin when you didn't give the reaction he wanted. He did seem interested in your confidence however. A devious smirk crossed his features. You peered up briefly to stare at his hair. It was hard to try and make it look like you weren't checking. It was definitely a vibrant green. Looking back down you watched as he planted his feet back to the ground.
"Well I think a congrats is in order!" He beamed then offered his hand out. You put on the most innocent looking expression you could muster.
"Why, thanks Beej~" You grasp your palm into his and briefly shook it. He gave his usual enthusiastic shake.
"Put it there!" Beetlejuice then bit down on his lower lip and yanked your hand down swiftly. "And put it righ-?!!" His voice faltered before he could finish his sentence.
You could've sworn you've never seen his eyes bug out that much before. Your hand had pushed down further to firmly cup his soft dick through his pants. His grip on your hand tightened. He started spluttering as his hair practically glowed a bright pink. The corner of your lips had curled into a flirty smirk. Your eyes were locked with his as you gently squeezed his dick.
"Put it right here, huh?" You cooed. You definitely felt him twitch in your hand as slid your fingers ever so slightly. A short gasp followed by a low moan escaped him. The sudden shift from the beautiful flustered expression he made faded. Turning into an very feral, lustful glint in his eyes made you lose all confidence. The spark of revenge was gone. Your cheeks began to heat up as you pulled your hand away from him then chuckled nervously.
"I got you, ha-ha.." You tried playing it off as a joke. A magenta stripe shot out of his roots as he grasped onto your arm when you tried backing up. He pulled you full body against him, his arm wrapped around your waist as he floated up off the ground a bit.
"So you did, babes. Real show stopper if I do say so myself. Am I not worth an encore, though?" He purred as he closed in to you. This was getting dangerous and you swallowed hard, your cheeks turning red.
"I... I've got. I gotta go to the bathroom." You squeaked out then pulled out of his grasp as he gave a cackle when you rushed off to retreat into the safety of the bathroom.
Bastard turned it back onto you. Now all you'd be thinking the rest of the night was that filthy moan he made. Not to mention how thick his dick was. Being bold was too fleeting.
It was requested that I do a drabble for each of the demon brothers in this fashion of showing their more true, demonic nature. Can also be found on Ao3 here.
Beelzebub does not like getting taken for a fool. He'd much rather devour them.
content warning: violence and body horror towards the end
Large, intimidating, and the strength to crush you with one fist. Beelzebub had a certain reputation in the Devildom, though at times it was overshadowed by his well known appetite. The Avatar of Gluttony was, well, gluttonous. When he wasn’t in the Coliseum winning the hearts of Fangol fans, or at the gym working up a sweat, he was eating anything and everything. Others would murmur about his endless pit of a stomach, but were too scared to say something to his face lest they become his next meal.
Those that were more well acquainted with him also knew of his often kind nature, a trait that some would try to find a way to exploit. Who wouldn’t want the ear of one of the most powerful demons in existence?
“Beelzebub. I see you got my message.” A cruel smile twisted the lips of Nybbas, a demon of the inferior order. His eyes were shadowed by the wide-brimmed hat he always wore, but if one could look into them, it was clear they were filled with perversity. “Now, now . . . what’s with that face? You don’t seem particularly happy to see me.”
The Lord of the Flies wore a hardened expression, his violet-pink eyes boring holes into the other demon. “What do you want, Nybbas? I don’t enjoy your little games. I thought I made that clear by now.”
Lately, Nybbas had made a habit of tricking Beelzebub into favors that were not particularly to his liking. His latest message hinted at a more nefarious plot, and he had just about enough of the inferior demon taking advantage of him.
“Oh, don’t be like that. I’m just asking if I can borrow it for a little bit. Can’t you lend it out to a friend?” Nybbas’ smile grew, warping his face into an even more ghoulish look.
“You’re not my friend.” Beelzebub responded quickly, his patience with the other already wearing thin. “What you are asking for is impossible. I am not about to hand over something so important to us.” He turned on his heel to leave, making it clear he wasn’t for more conversation. “Don’t message me again.”
Nybbas sighed in dramatic fashion, his voice heavy with insincerity. “A pity. And here I was, thinking I wouldn’t have to see your family put in harm’s way …”
Beelzebub froze, his fingers curling into the palms of his hands as he tried to maintain his composure. He was trying to get under his skin, he knew that, and yet he couldn’t help that his claws were beginning to show. Black began to spread in his sclera like ink on parchment, making the Avatar of Gluttony into an even more formidable and terrifying figure.
“You dare think you can do something to the seven lords?” He growled, turning to fix the other with a gaze that screamed murder, one that would have anyone scrambling to the floor to beg for forgiveness.
But Nybass was a fool. If his eyes could be seen, oh how’d clear it be that they shine with malignant pleasure. “I wouldn’t dare think of it! You, on the other hand, might make a mistake that would land the lot of you in trouble, hm?” He took a step forward, a grin still plastered to his face. “And all because you wouldn’t just lend me a little trinket … “
In the blink of an eye, Beelzebub had Nybbas by the throat, slamming him into the wall with an explosive crack as skull met cement. He snarled with fangs bared,
“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!”
The lesser demon was dazed from the impact, taking a moment to gather himself. “C’mon … Beel … we’re pals … re-remem..ber?” He tried to squirm out of the stronger demon’s grasp to no avail. “I’m … just …. look...ing…..out….f-for ya….” His hat had been torn asunder and lost in the action, leaving nothing to hide the slight panic that now shone in his topaz eyes. He hadn’t expected the large demon to actually get physical. A severe miscalculation.
Fury contorted Beelzebub’s features, his wings rapidly flapping to create a disquieting buzz that filled the air. “You’ve gone too far this time, Nybbas.” He brought his face closer to the other, his hot breath splaying across appetizing skin. “I’ve always wondered how you’d taste.” He made a show of taking in his scent, the buzzing of his wings growing louder. “I guess now I’ll finally find out.”
“Please …. I’m s-sorry … forgive … me …” Nybbas choked out the words, realizing that Beelzebub had every intention to follow through. His heart dropped into his stomach as he heard the Avatar of Gluttony snigger, his claws digging deeper into the offending demon’s throat.
“Too late.”
Soul shattering shrieks were the only sound now leaving Nybbas’s throat, weaving with the buzzing of wings, the tearing of flesh, the cracking and snapping of bones, and the gurgling of blood as Beelzebub devoured him in his entirety, bite by bite.
“Mm…” A satisfied hum, soon followed by a satisfied belch, left the now bloodied demon’s mouth. He used the sleeve of his jacket to wipe away some of the mess from his face, the only piece of Nybbas remaining to be a single, thin bone from his tail. Beelzebub twirled the bone between his fingers before using it as a toothpick, getting at the bits trapped in his teeth while making his way home.
content warning: talk of torture, vague description of body horror
The often charming Asmodeus is much more than a pretty face.
Can also be found on Ao3 here.
Asmodeus was not one to believe in using fear to get others to respect him -- no, he would much rather use his charm, for it is adoration and praise he’s after.
However, he was still a demon, and not just any demon at that. The Avatar of Lust, one of the “seven rulers of Hell” -- powerful, terrifying, and deadly. If Asmodeus was to turn to you with a cruel look in his eye, it was doubtful you’d make it to the next day. Those who flocked to his side knew this well, but there was always someone who would try and push their luck.
“Darling, you are absolutely beautiful, you know that?” He croons, a clawed finger slowly tracing down the cheek of his unsuspecting victim. Ideas churned through the lustful demon’s mind, trying to find a fitting punishment for this fiendish excrement he had lured to his sanctuary. It was true that he was a mesmerizing specimen, and one that had been growing quite popular in his own right. Popularity, however, had a way of making some forget their place.
“Sastron, I know you’ve been working very hard lately, which is why I invited you to spend a day relaxing with me.” The lesser demon smiled up at Asmodeus, none the wiser to his fate. To be pampered by none other than the king of beauty himself? One would be a fool to decline such an invitation.
“Thank you, Asmodeus. I am honored to be able to spend time alone with you.”
“Oh, I’m sure you are.” A false smile, fangs catching the light a bit too well, was enough to cast a shadow of uneasiness over Sastron. He tried not to show it -- after all, the Avatar of Lust was usually far too preoccupied with himself to pay enough attention to what was going on around him. So, there was no need to worry, right . . ?
Asmodeus leaned in close, pulling the other demon against him as he fixed him with a steady gaze. Eyes that burned like the very flames of Hell pierced the lesser’s soul, and dread began to build like bile in his throat. Perhaps he was wrong to assume that the high-ranking demon would be so dense. Asmodeus let his lips brush Sastron’s skin as he spoke his next words, his voice low and menacing.
“Unfortunately for you, I’ve caught wind of your little game, you wretch.”
Before Sastron has a chance to reply, he finds himself gasping for breath as Asmodeus chants something under his breath. His hands go up to his throat, which earns a mocking laugh from the Avatar.
“Oh, honey, I’m afraid nothing is going to help you there.” His lips curl into a sinister smile. “You see, I don’t take kindly to those who talk behind my back, especially when it seems you’re trying to undermine me. Now, we can’t have that, can we?” Voice dripping in saccharine, Asmodeus presses a claw into the wretch’s lower lip, the others wrapping around his jaw as he forces his mouth open. “Lucky for you, I’ve prepared something special so that we can put this all behind us!”
He picks up a small vial, its contents bubbling as it hungers for flesh. “See, now this will make sure that all of that awfulness inside you will be cleaned right up! Isn’t that fabulous?” Gazing into the panic-stricken eyes of the lesser demon, Asmodeus pours the liquid into the traitor’s mouth. A guttural yet muffled scream managed to leave Sastron’s lips as every drop was forced down his throat. With a shove, Asmodeus let go of the cretin’s jaw, a disdainful tsk leaving him as he got up. Sastron found himself wriggling on the floor in agony, his insides being turned to mush with every passing second.
Satisfied at the sight, Asmodeus let out a small hum before turning to leave it behind him -- he had more important matters to deal with than to watch over this one, as fun as it might be.
With one last look back at the lesser demon, Asmodeus flashed a dark, pointed grin.
beej trying to get a busy s/o's attention 🥺 schoolworks has been kicking my ass lately :/ it's up to you if you wanna make it smut/fluff/literally whatever !! female reader if it's okay 🥺 thank you in advance ✨ i hope u have an amazing day 🥺✨
Hey, yeah I've got you. I've never gotten a fic request before for someone that isn't my friend. But I'll give it a shot!
Beetlejuice x Fem!reader
(NSFT)
A Break
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School.
That's all that's been occupying your mind lately. Making sure your homework was finished in time to send to your professor. Usually right before the deadline ended which always gave you even more anxiety. The upcoming exams that you needed to study for. Not to mention the side job you had that was helping to put you through college. A scholarship can only get you so far.
Deep down you truly felt bad about it. In the back of your mind, it was scratching at you that you had been ignoring your demon boyfriend. Well not outright ignoring him but you definitely didn't have any time for him lately. Outside of night time cuddling before you would pass out from exhaustion. Everything was just draining you to the point that you couldn't even take the time to watch tv with him. The past two nights you felt his worry start to hang over you. It was weighing you down every time you saw him instead of being his usual loud self. Hang around instead for only a moment with blue streaks peaking through his dulled green hair. He would still do the occasional lewd joke or try to scare you. Try to be his usual gross self, just about anything to get a reaction out of you. Sometimes you'd react to his scares if they were terrifying enough.
However, everything else you dejectedly couldn't give him anything to work with. Tonight you had promised to at least try and hang out with him for an hour before studying. Whether or not it would actually happen this time you weren't so sure about. You might get an e-mail about a sudden change to a deadline. No. Those thoughts would have to wait. You needed this break, needed to spend time with the one person that could help melt all your worries away. Just by feeling those strong arms around you. Feeling his soft torso against you. The scruff of his chin rubbing against your neck as he wrapped four arms around you. It was the best thing in the world after a long day. You even put up with him smelling you on occasion since he was just a creepy bastard that way.
Coming home from work you closed the door behind you then shucked off your work vest. You were thoroughly exhausted yet content since you could finally spend some time with Beetlejuice. After taking a moment to change, you grabbed some snacks from the kitchen then walked out into your small living room. Sitting down on the couch you looked at the clock on your phone. Perfect timing.
"Beetlejuice." The room began to drop in temperature at the first ring.
"Beetlejuice.." You decided to try and be playful by drawing out each call. The air became heavy as you felt his eyes on you. The breath hitting the back of your neck made you shudder. Goosebumps broke out on your arms as you gave a tired smile.
"Beetlejuice!" Within a second you were yanked off the couch then dipped down into a wet, sloppy kiss. You snorted while trying to reciprocate. He seemed to be in a good mood. When he pulled away so you could breathe you stared up at him. Soft pinks with a small tuft of yellow bled into his locks. He had a goofy grin creasing the corners of his lips. It was a welcoming sight as he pulled you back up onto your feet then gently slapped your rear. You let out a small yelp then scowled at him.
"Beej." You chuckled when he wiggled his brows at you.
"Hey, a demon can't help himself, babes! You've been so damn busy lately with school that I've just been dying to get my hands on ya!" He joyously exclaimed. In a cartoonish, comical fashion he had conjured a graveyard up into your living room with green smoke creeping out of the floorboards. He bursts out a large grave on the 'dying' part of his sentence. You guffawed at him before kicking at the dirt.
"Come on you big ham. Get rid of the graveyard then join me on the couch." You smirked at him then plopped yourself onto the couch. With a snap of his fingers the scenery vanished, leaving no trace of dirt in sight. He was by your side in a flash. He had two arms wrapped around you on the side facing you. The other snatched the remote on the table then turned it on as he snuggled up against you.
"Not to sound all gross and sappy. But I gotta say I've been waiting for this all week, sugar." He leaned over then nuzzled his cheek against yours. You grabbed onto the bowl of popcorn you made then offered him some before digging in.
"I've been looking forward to this all week, too." You hummed while staring at the tv.
He flipped through a few channels before finding a campy B horror film for the two of you to watch. This was nice. You finally could relax after all this time. you hadn't even noticed at first, too engrossed in the domestic-like scenario you've found yourself in. That your phone had been buzzing along with a notification ringing off. The last ring made you groan. It was probably something important. Furrowing your brows you contemplated checking it. Beetlejuice hadn't even noticed since he was rambling about the effects of the film. You peered over to the phone briefly. Just as you had feared. In a white notification box was an e-mail entitled "DEADLINE - Date Changed" from one of your professors. It happened to be a class you had been struggling in to top it off. Shit. Beetlejuice wasn't going to be happy about this.
"Mm. Fuck." You exhaled a weary sigh. Beej was brought out of his giddy rant when he noticed you curse quietly.
"Sweet stuff?" His scratchy voice called to you. You began to shimmy out of his hold as you picked your phone up. He gripped onto the edge of her hip while you tried sliding away.
"I'm sorry, Beej. This is really important. I know I said that we could hang for an hour, but-" You managed to gently move his hand off of you then stood up. Beetlejuice cut you off before you could finish your sentence.
"You promised, though!" He raised his voice as he sat up from his spot. His hair shifted into blues, purples, small bits of crimson red and you felt a pang of guilt. Beetlejuice inhaled deeply. He had been working on his outbursts with the help of Delia and someone from the Netherworld. It was starting to stick more even though this was hard for the demon to process.
"I know. Maybe if I get halfway through the assignment we could stay up a little later tonight and talk for a while. This is really important, Beej." You gripped your phone then started to walk to your bedroom. You couldn't hear any footsteps yet you knew he was following you.
"Listen. I didn't want to bring this up cuz I know you've been so busy lately. I get it. I get school is important to ya. But have you seen yourself in the mirror lately?" He whipped around you so that you were facing him again, hovering from the ground. You frowned a little at him.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Shit, I didn't mean it like that; look." With a flick of his wrist, he conjured up a mirror in his hand. "You've got bags under your eyes. Speaking of eyes they're a little bloodshot, too. This isn't just me being needy babes. Ya need this break." He furrowed his brows when he whooshed the mirror away. Right after he made sure you got a good look at yourself. You pushed past him however then walked into your room. Heading to your desk you sat down then open your laptop up.
"I know. I just don't have the time." You muttered while waiting for your laptop to start up. Beetlejuice huffed then floated over to your side. He brought his legs up to him then pretended to sit crossed legged in mid-air. You rubbed your hands over your face while inhaling deeply. "You can stay there if you want to. I still appreciate your company. I just.. I can't." You felt like you had to tell yourself that more than you needed to tell him. He clicked his tongue while busying himself with his nails.
"Whatever you need to tell yourself, hot stuff. I wasn't gonna leave anyways." He dryly responded. You knew he meant well. He wasn't trying to act cold or anything. Just concern because you were being stubborn. Worry had definitely shown more in his eyes than his words.
Twenty minutes in and you were really starting to feel the oncoming dread set in. The draining feeling was back. Spending less than ten minutes relaxing with BJ was not enough of recharge for you. Your eyes began fluttering close in frustration. This was hell. Maybe you really should just take a break. The deadline was in three days. It wasn't that big of a paper compared to the others. Only a couple of pages long. It was compiling the resources which really was the pain. You were so lost in thought over whether or not you should stop. That you hadn't even registered the icy touch of Beetlejuice kneading his hands against your shoulders. You shuddered when you felt his scruff rub against your neck while he massaged some kinks out.
"Beetlejuice... I told you-" You began to protest.
"Ah, ah. I know what ya said. I wanted to respect that. But I can't just sit here and watch you bend over backward for this bullshit. Breathers know that you should be taking breaks every so often." He growled low into your ear. You pressed the side of your head against his cheek when he moved his hands lower to wrap around you. "You're a smart cookie. I know ya can finish this later. You're always so good to me, let me return the favor. I want to melt that stress away." His voice dripped with lust at the end of each word. Sharp teeth gently pierced against the dip of your neck into your shoulder. You let out a small gasp as you firmly grasp onto the arms of your computer chair. You wiggled your hips in your chair so he could feel you moving against his arms.
"I-mm!" You whimpered when he gently sunk his teeth in more. Lapping his cool, slimy tongue against the small bite mark he slowly raised his fangs from your skin.
"Need an answer," Beetlejuice demanded. Your eyes fluttered close when he placed a loving kiss against the back of your shoulder. You decided he was right. You deserved this break.
"Yes." Before you could even finish your sentence you felt him phasing his chest through your chair to press into your back. He kept both arms still wrapped around you before lifting you up from the chair. Adjusting you in his arms so he was holding you up by your legs and back, he moved to the bed swiftly. Within seconds you were pinned into your sheets as he straddled your hips.
"Now let your ol' pal Mr. Betelboose help you forget about yer dumb paper for a couple of hours." A mischievous glint flickered in his eyes as he bit his lower lip. A deep chuckle ripped from him as he dragged his hands up your thighs then gripped onto the waistband around your hips.
'Oh.'
He slowly pulled your leggings down your thighs. Tossing them aside after he managed to slip them off he scooted down a little to sit in front of your legs. Beej grabbed onto your knees then parted them for you. He gave you a wink before kissing your inner thigh when he leaned down. cupping the back of your thighs he lifted them up to rest on his shoulders. He pawed at your panties and huffed.
"Can't ever go commando for me." He tutted at you before drawing his jaw dangerously close to the skin of your more sensitive area. He dug his teeth into the fabric of your panties then tore them off effortlessly. You gently tugged at his hair for that. Beetlejuice snickered then rested his chin on your stomach after laying on his.
"You're lucky those were just my plain panties. Jerk." You huffed at him. He just hummed then rubbed the pads of his thumbs against the sides of your thighs.
"I'll get ya some new ones later." He drawled before returning his attention to below.
Streaks of electric strands shot out from his brown roots as his pupils turned into slits. That feral expression he always switched to from his usual goofy, smug look always made your legs turn to jelly. Drool was already dripping from the corners of his lips as he let his tongue roll out from behind his teeth. He snapped his eyes back to you momentarily to make sure you were watching when he bluntly dragged his cool tongue against your heated folds. You tried kicking your leg from the sudden sensation. He pinned it against his shoulder with one hand instead while dipping his long, pointed tongue deeper into you. Running up and down your slit you whined when he latched his lips around your clit. He sucked, kissed, licked, and gently rubbed his teeth against it.
"Lawrence~" You shakily exhaled.
Hearing his real name made him dig his clawed hand into the meat of your thigh. He growled deep in his chest which you could feel had doubled his efforts with gusto. He circled his tongue around your clit after pulling his lips away then teasingly wiggled the tip of it inside of you. A low moan was all he needed before thrusting it deep inside of you. He groaned while pressing his nose as far into your pelvis as he could. His tongue desperately lapped inside of you, rolling as he mumbled something. Stroking against your g-spot a few times you bucked your hips up when he pressed against it. His eyelids fluttered close as he inhaled deeply. He was as lost in bliss as you were. His free hand began palming his dick against the fabric of his pants. A few more strokes of his tongue and he retracted it slowly from you. A weak orgasm had rippled through you as he did so.
"You always taste so damn good, babes." The tips of his hair were a deeper pink now, his eyes lidded as he licked his lips. Pulling away from you momentarily, your legs dropped from his shoulders. He slipped out of, then tossed his jacket aside. Beetlejuice loosened his tie, then rolled his sleeves up. Soon he began unzipping his pants then shimmed them down his hips a little before returning between your legs. He lapped up with small, kitten licks against your slit and folds. You played with his hair, giving a gentle tug every so often while he lazily ate you out once more. Getting the picture with a harder tug this time that you wanted more. He gave a small chuckle then pulled away from you.
"Think I'm wet enough, Bug." You rubbed your leg against his shoulder. He smirked then gave your thigh a hearty slap. You yelped then stuck your tongue out at him.
"Alright. Don't need to tell me twice that you want the main attraction." Beej snickered. You narrowed your eyes at him, though before you could say a word, he rolled you onto your side. You turned your head to look over and question what he was doing. Soon you understood. He was completely naked now, his hairy chest pressed into your back as he lifted your leg up. He rested his chin against your shoulder then kissed your cheek.
"Feeling really affection tonight." You bit your lip when you felt his thick dick rub against you. He always loved to drag this out, moving slowly and methodical like. He wrapped three arms around you, his right hand holding your thigh up still before he slowly pushed into you with a low groan.
"Fuuuuck.. always so good." He hummed then pressed his brow against your back. "Love you so goddamn much.." He mumbled. You shuddered, your heart thumping loudly in your chest as you grabbed onto one of his hands that were on you. Holding it close, you kissed the back of his fingers as he began slowly pumping into you. Growing another arm from his right side he snaked his hand up to gently squeeze at your breast. You pressed yourself back against him and clamped down when he thrusts deeper into you. He shuddered and began rutting up more as his thumb and forefinger gently rubbed and pinched at your nipple.
"Beej!" You called out for him while lulling your head to the side so you could peer back at him. "L-Look at me.." You breathed out with a shudder. He pulled his face away from your shoulder blade, his eyes wild as he gazed into yours.
"Oh I am, babes, I am. I always am lookin' at ya. Fuck you're too damn perfect. Just wanna do whatever I can to make ya laugh, smile, or scream. Wish I could just tear your school apart. You deserve better. Instead, I'm showin' ya how much ya mean to me." He moaned out. A string of drool had trailed from his lips to your shoulder. You leaned over and gave him a long, deep kiss as he bottomed into you hard. Your body was bouncing with each pump of his dick. He swallowed every small whine and loud moan you let out with your kiss. Pulling away you cried out when you felt his fourth arm begin to rub the pads of his fingers against your clit. Light circular motions then pressing hard every so often. He was chasing both of your orgasms. Whispering sweet and naughty things into your ear like a mantra. Soon enough you were seeing stars behind your eyelids.
Your eyes roll back when he grinds up into you in one final thrust. You tighten around him as your body convulsed in a long, drawn-out orgasm. Beetlejuice came in thick ropes of cum inside of you, some of it dripping out around his dick and down your thigh. He squeezed your hand in his as he ran his tongue up your neck and cheek. Letting out small huffs of air he needn't to breathe he gently let your leg plop onto the bed as he withdrew his extra limbs from you. Back down to two arms, he kept them encircled around your waist in a loving hug. A soft, spent smile was all you gave him when he moved his chin over your shoulder. The two of you gazed at each other then he gave you a small peck on the lips.
"Better?" He asked.
"Better. Also, tired." You let out a small yawn. He snapped his fingers, cleaning the two of you up as he pulled out of you. He pulled your blankets over the two of you then began stroking your hair.
"Go ahead and sleep, babes. Your paper will still be there in the mornin'. Plus so will I." He cooed.
You tiredly hummed back then drifted off into sleep.
