#soft beej

[werwulfy]

For the biggest sweetheart @escape-your-grape! I'm soft.

[imagination-phantom]

He’s ready. Are you?

Throw back to all you thirsty lovelies out there who liked my other art post based on the post below! I’m so happy I’m not the only thirsty person for this gross boi. XD

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[littledanette]

MIRRORING 

(Beej x Reader)

(Not quite belly rubbing, but hopefully enough to be forgiven for my absence! Warning: 🔥Rated M🔥)

“You’re trembling.” If you weren’t standing right in front of him, you wouldn’t have believed your eyes. Beetlejuice, THE Beetlejuice, self-proclaimed Ghost with the Most, was not only shying away from you: facing the wall, his head hung, you could see his shoulders actually tremble as he pulled his iconic striped jacket tighter around him. His hair was flashing wildly, locks alternating between shades of deep blue and purple. Too embarrassed to meet your eye, he turned away even more, all but cowering. For once in his afterlife, it seemed he wished he was invisible, after all.  “BJ,” you called softly, tentatively reaching out and gently placing your hand on his arm, “Can you please tell me what’s wrong?” You really couldn’t understand what had happened: just moments ago, everything was going fine. Well, more than fine, actually…

The two of you had just started taking your relationship to the next level. After months of harboring feelings for each other and ignoring the obvious chemistry buzzing between you every time you were in close proximity of one another, you’d finally cracked under the pressure. One day, during an improvised pillow fight, you’d ended up on the floor in a tangle of limbs and laughter. Hovering above you, Beej had been the first to turn serious: the intention in his eyes was clear, and all it took was a meaningful glance from you for him to pluck up the courage and finally kiss you. Neither of you had been particularly surprised: at this point, it was obvious you’d just been waiting for the perfect moment to act. Things had been going quite well since then - very well, actually - since the fact that you’d finally faced your feelings meant you no longer had to suffer from the frustration of pretending like you weren’t attracted to each other, and you could actually act upon said attraction. 

It had now been a week since that first kiss, and it seemed like you couldn’t get enough of each other. You’d been inseparable before, already. But now, you’d both been caught up in a continuous haze of need for affection. It seemed like every moment, one of you was finding an excuse to caress, kiss, squeeze, hug, or otherwise touch the other. Your intimacy had grown quickly, and soft pecks and gentle touches had turned into intense make out sessions on your couch, between slow, deep kissing and languid, longing caresses that explored your bodies and flustered you more than words could say. 

Finally, the moment had come: you knew that tonight would be the night you’d go all the way. You were crazy about BJ and you knew he was crazy about you too, but you’d respected each other enough to try and take things slowly, enjoying every step of your new relationship. That is… as long as you could bear it. At this point, you knew it was too tempting for both of you: the make out sessions had skyrocketed, especially over the past couple of days. 

In fact, they’d become so intense you’d gotten to the point where just that morning you’d found yourself laying on the carpet of your bedroom, wearing only your panties and your now-unbottoned nightgown, one breast uncovered, cheeks flustered red, with Beej laying besides you in his striped boxers and undershirt, both of you panting for breath after what started as a gentle good morning kiss had escalated into the most sexually charged make out session yet. It had taken you all your willpower to stop: not because you didn’t want to - quite the contrary - but because you’d already woken up late for work and you’d had to collect yourself before dashing to the shower and getting ready to leave the house within the next ten minutes. When you’d kissed Beej goodbye at the door, he’d lingered a bit more than usual, green eyes gleaming intensely as he stared at you longingly. You’d gently but determinedly forced yourself out of his embrace, promising to come back soon. The parting kiss he’d given you had been filled with promise, and as you left you knew that night would be the night. 

The air was already filled with expectation when you returned home. As soon as you set foot through the door, you’d heard a swooping sound as Beej used his power to slam the door shut from the other end of the room. You’d ended up being stuck in a meeting for an hour after your usual schedule, and it had been torture for him to wait. Every extra moment that passed, his dreaded of not seeing you come back at all grew. The sight of you finally coming back to him had literally elevated him: there he stood, levitating in mid air as you stared at each other, a smile tugging at your lips as you looked around and took the scene in. Desperate to do anything to distract himself from your absence, Beej had completely redecorated your living room and cooking corner: there were candles lit everywhere - some floating in mid air - red rose petals sprawled across the counters and the floor, and two full glasses of champagne waiting on the table. You eyed him intently, grinning. “Now…what happened here?” 

He floated over to you, laying his feet back on the ground, hunching his shoulders and scratching his hair awkwardly. “I…uh…I just wanted to…y’know…Make somethin’ special…dunno, babes…” Your smile had broadened when you’d seen a small lock of emerald green hair turn bright pink. “It’s nothin’, really…” he continued, but you interrupted him by gently cupping his cheek and grabbing his attention. “I love it,” you said simply, and you could swear his cheeks flushed the same shade of bright pink as his hair. It was too adorable. Dropping your purse, you pulled him to you, wrapping your arms around his neck and reaching up to kiss him. His eyes widened, and he happily obliged, meeting you halfway in a soft kiss that quickly turned more demanding. It was useless to think you’d get to dinner: the need bubbling inside you was just too much to handle. Surrendering to his touch, you allowed him to wrap his arms around you and lift you off the ground, carrying you to the couch as you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

Already his hands were roaming your body, gripping your thighs and sliding back to cup your ass as you tugged at his tie and started popping open the buttons of his shirt, stopping only to run your fingers through his hair and pull him closer as he deepened the kiss, nudging your lips open with his and sliding his tongue inside your mouth. The slightly smoky, intense, earthy taste that was so uniquely him filled your senses. You kissed him back ardently, biting and nibbling his lips and tugging the hair at the base of his neck. He whimpered softly in your mouth, and you repeated the gesture, harder this time. His whimper turned into a moan, and he hungrily bit down on your jawline, eliciting an equally intense moan from you. By now, you’d ended up sprawled on the couch, with him on top of you. You wrapped your legs more tightly around him, as his hands pushed your dress upward, revealing your bare legs and lace panties. You felt him caress your thighs, dipping his hand between your legs, and you broke the kiss, sighing deeply as your eyes rolled backward. You heard him panting heavily, and looked up to see him staring down at you wantonly, eyes ablaze with desire and hair shining pink with a few thin strands of red peeking through. “Babes…” “Shh,” you whispered, reaching up for him and pulling him back down to you, “Don’t stop…” 

And again he obliged, because how could he say no to you? Again he captured your mouth, pushing his body flush against yours as you arched your back to meet his hips halfway. You quickly undid the top buttons of your dress, reaching down for his hand and pulling it up to guide him beneath the fabric. He followed your lead, groaning gutturally when his hand covered your breast. His mouth moved to your neck, nibbling and suckling on all your sweet spots. The feeling of his mouth, so cool and yet so scalding hot, was so delightful you could barely speak. “D-dress…” you managed to choke out, craning your neck desperately to give him more access and rolling your head back when he bit down on a soft spot and started leaving a hickey there. “Take it…off…p-please…” You knew all it would take was a snap of his fingers, and sure enough in the blink of an eye you felt your dress disappear. You were left only in your lingerie, and he forcedly pulled himself away, resting back on his legs as he admired your body silently and you tried to catch your breath. 

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, “How are you so beautiful…” But you were unable to keep still: you got up, mirroring his position, and started tracing the contours of his body with your hands. You hovered above his crotch and caressed the fabric there, feeling his growing bulge beneath your hand as you pulled yourself up and started kissing his neck. “I want you so much…” you whispered, pulling your body flush against his and earning another moan from him. His hands wrapped around your waist, you finally started pushing his jacket off his shoulders, opening the last buttons of his shirt…and just when you were about to slide your hands beneath the fabric, that’s when something went wrong. 

You heard him gasp loudly, and next thing you knew you felt him disappear beneath your hands with a slight pop. You opened your eyes, startled. You saw him reappear a few feet away from you, breathing heavily, eyes wide, clutching his shirt closed. You were so confused, it took you a moment to realize what had just happened. What did you do wrong? “Beej…” “I’m sorry - ” “Beej, what’s the matter -?” “I c-can’t do this…” By now you were starting to feel very concerned. You got on your feet, stepping towards him, and frowned when you saw him take a step back and turn away from you. “Beetlejuice, what’s going on?” You asked, concern filling your voice, “What did I do-?” “Nothing,” he replied hastily, his voice quivering, “It’s-it’s not you, it’s j-just…this is my fault.” “What is?” You couldn’t understand what he was saying. Now, standing in front of him, you noticed he was actually trembling. “Oh, Beej…” you whispered, “You’re trembling.” He looked down, too embarrassed to answer. You gently touched his arm, “Please, please tell me what’s wrong?” 

For a moment, you feared he wouldn’t answer and would just disappear in front of you. His hair was wildly shifting between purple and blue: what was making him so sad and depressed, at the same time? After what felt like an infinity, you heard him answer so quietly you couldn’t make out the words. “What’s that, baby?” You asked, stepping closer so that you could gently lean into him. “It’s m-my body,” he repeated softly. “Why? What’s the matter?” You were truly puzzled. He shook his head, “I-I can’t. I thought it wouldn’t be a problem, but with you….I just c-can’t bear to show you.” “Show me what? Your body?” He nodded slowly. “You’re embarrassed to get naked in front of me?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Why?” He shook his head again, his hair now turning more blue than purple. “It’s…disgusting.” Your mouth actually dropped open, “What is disgusting?!” “E-everything,” he answered, gripping his jacket tighter, “M-my skin, my hair, m-my stomach, my…my scars…” he trailed off. You were shocked. “You have…scars?” Again, he nodded silently. “I’m s-sorry, I just c-can’t do this. You’re just so goddamn beautiful and I’m a…a fucking wreck.” He shook his head and turned away. For a moment, you were at a loss for words. Then, you made up your mind. You reached up, cupping his face and turning him gently but firmly to look at you. “Do you trust me?” He didn’t react. “Beetlejuice,” you asked again, “Do you trust me?” Slowly, he nodded. 

“Then come with me,” you took his hand, leading him towards the bedroom. He followed you silently, unsure of what to do. You placed him in front of your full length mirror, standing behind him as he stared at his reflection. You gently took hold of his jacket, whispering “May I?” And sliding it off when he nodded once. You place it on a chair and returned to stand behind him. You placed your hands on his shoulders. “I know you can’t see what I see,” you said softly, your hands gliding down his back soothingly, “But I need you to trust me and let me do this…” You snaked your hands across his waist and placed them on his stomach, and you felt him tense beneath you. Instinctively, his hands rose to stop you. “Please,” you whispered in his ear, “Just trust me.” For a moment, he stood still. You could tell he wasn’t comfortable. Thinking of a way to calm him, you reached up and began to place small loving kisses on his neck beneath his earlobe. “Baby, please…please just let me…” Despite his embarrassment, you felt him relax beneath your touch as he sigh deeply. Taking this as a sign to continue, you slowly began to unbutton his shirt again. To distract him, you kept kissing his neck and gently biting his ear lobe. When you felt the last button come undone, you opened your eyes again and grazed your hands beneath the fabric before pulling it off in one swooping motion. He gasped and froze, eyes popping open. You sensed he was about to do something - maybe disappear again - and you firmly clutched to him. “Shhh….shhh, baby, baby, wait. Wait a moment.” You cooed. He stood still. 

You locked eyes with his through the reflection and gave him a small smile. Your eyes roamed downward, and you had to suppress a gasp when your gaze landed on a very unexpected sight. His soft abdomen, layered with a thin patch of greenish hair, was covered in horrible scars that had healed badly. Some looked like stripes, others looked like holes, others like scratches, others still like cuts. Taking them in, you could see they stretched all across his stomach, reaching his thighs and arms and wrapping around his back. You tried your best to mask your reaction, but you couldn’t hide the shock. “W-who…?” Was all you managed to ask. Again, he was quiet for the longest moment. His hair now turned violet, and his expression fell. Then, all he dared to whisper was, “….My mother.” 

You were frozen in shock, but you knew you had to react quickly before he caved in and slipped away from you. You forced yourself to look at him: he was staring at you, waiting anxiously for your reaction. “Oh, baby…” you whispered, before wrapping your arms tightly around him. He lowered his head and turned around in your arms. You clung onto him even tighter, pulling him to you as he buried his face in your neck. His hair switched to midnight blue, and your heart ached. “Baby…my poor Beej…” you kept whispering, covering his neck and face in kisses and running your fingers through his hair soothingly. He held onto you so tightly, as if he were afraid you’d disappear beneath his hands. “I love you so much…” you whispered in his ear, and his embrace tightened even more. You felt him start kissing your neck, and you closed your eyes. 

You’d had no idea… You really hadn’t. He’d never really talked about having a family, or what his life - ahem, afterlife - had been like before he met you… But, now that you thought about it, you recalled him mentioning how his mother was “a literal demon” one time, quickly brushing off the subject right after… But you could’ve never imagined this. Not something as horrible as this. No wonder he feared this intimacy… You knew right then that had to do something to make him understand, to make him see how much you loved him, and you had to do that now. 

Slowly, you’d turned your faces towards each other and you had tentatively kissed his lips again, still holding his waist and tugging him towards you. His body was so soft and warm against your skin, and even though you could feel the scar tissue scrape against you, all you wanted to do was prove to him you didn’t care. “Please…please let me show you how much I love you…” you murmured between kisses. His eyes were still full of worry and shame, but he took a deep breath and gave you a single nod, before kissing you again. The kiss was different now: almost desperate, full of longing, searching for comfort… 

You backed the two of you against your bed and gently led him to lay down on his back. You climbed on top of him, waiting for him to prop his head up on the pillows. You gazed deeply into his eyes. “I love you,” he said softly. You smiled at him. “Me too,” you answered, and kissed him again, this time more slowly. He savored the kiss, dragging his hands up and down your sides and caressing your skin. You broke the kiss and started leaving a trail of little nips down his jawline. You were determined to show him how much you adored him - every inch of him. You wanted to worship his body. You wanted to have all of him. Slowly, you moved your mouth to his neck, taking your time to taste his skin and feeling him shudder beneath your touch. You saw him lean his head back and close his eyes as you moved lower still, kissing him across his chest and shoulders as your hands started caressing his waist and stomach. You heard him let out little whimpers and moans as your mouth worked its way down his abdomen. The feeling of sadness and shock you’d had was quickly giving way to an uncontrolled heat, turning into arousal as your bodies started instinctively sliding and moving against each other. You watched his hands fist the covers as your mouth explored his soft stomach. You kissed every scar repeatedly, and slowly moved to his sides where you tentatively took a bite of his love handles. You feared he’d recoil, but was pleased to hear him hiss with pleasure and arch his back. “Does that hurt?” He shook his head, eyes still shut, “B-babes, do that again…p-please…”

You smiled and obliged, biting down on his flesh again, harder this time. You couldn’t quite explain why, but you suddenly realized this particular part of his body was driving you insane with lust. Hungrily, you moved your open mouth across his stomach, biting and sucking on different spots, edged on by his growing moans and grunts. He was loving every moment of this, just as much as you were. You couldn’t get enough of how fluffy and deliciously round this are of his body was, and it was enough to drive you wild. Crouching down like this, you could feel his erection pressing into your chest and decided to move your attention downwards still. You felt him inhale sharply when you tugged his trousers down, and you gave him a moment to adjust and check that he was okay. 

But of course he was, and when you gently took him in your hand and tentatively started licking the tip of his length he let out a guttural moan, pushing his head back into the cushions. His hand instinctively glided towards you and he gently took buried it in your hair, and when you took him into your mouth his grip tightened suddenly and he jerked forward, unable to contain himself. “Oh fuck, babes…” he panted, “God, t-that feels s-so fuc-king good…” You grinned to yourself, glad to see you were making him feel so good after seeing his desperate reaction earlier. Encouraged by his reaction, you settled better between his legs and carried on with your ministrations, kneading his inner thighs with your hands as you moved up and down. With every moment of your lips and tongue, his moans and gasps echoed more loudly in the bedroom. His body was now abandoned completely against the mattress, and you quickly synched your rhythm to the movement of his hips. You were determined to make him feel as good as possible. 

Just when you felt him begin to twitch in your mouth, however, his hands moved from your hair to your shoulders and you were suddenly being pulled upward. He didn’t give you time to react, but simply pulled you up to him and kissed you fiercely, rolling you over so that he was on top now. “Baby… that… felt… so fucking…. amazing,” he whispered between kisses, and you closed your eyes. He lowered his mouth once again to your neck and you nestled your hand in his hair - which, you noticed happily, had by now gone back to being hot pink. “Then why’d you stop me?” You asked cheekily, arching your back. “Mmm… need… to… be…inside….you…” he murmured against your skin. You knew that was why, of course, but you were just teasing him a bit.  “Yes, baby…” you whispered back, spreading your legs and pulling him up for yet another kiss as he gripped your hips and lifted them slightly. You gasped into his mouth as he entered you, and his hands tightened on your skin. “So good…” 

You spent the next couple of hours like this, making love over and over again, worshiping every inch of his body and doing everything you possibly could to make him feel all your love. He held onto you tightly after every orgasm, refusing to loosen his grip and burying his face in the crook of your shoulder and saying how much he loved you over and over again, covering you with loving kisses. 

After a few hours you lay on your back, exhausted, closing your eyes and holding onto him as he rested his head on your chest, arms still wrapped around you, both panting quietly. You stared at the ceiling, burying your hands in his hair and gently scratching his scalp, and heard him murmur appreciatively against your body. “Go to sleep,” he murmured, “I’ll wake you in the morning…” You smiled and took a deep breath, caressing his locks. “Goodnight…” “Babes?” “Yeah?” “…You don’t know…what this meant…” he mumbled, and you lowered your face to kiss the top of his head. “I know, baby.” “I love you so fucking much.” You laughed softly at his incapability of keeping from swearing, “I love you so fucking much too, baby.” And with that, he snuggled against you and you closed your eyes, peacefully drifting off to sleep and feeling wrapped in the warmth of his love.

I told you I’d be back, my darlings....💋

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[winonadreams]

did lydia deetz ghost tweet this

[gotta-haunt-till-it-hurts]

Yunno what that good shit is?? Delia being a good mom figure to Beetlejuice.

So, I really love mom Delia for Beetlejuice, since deep down he’s kind of just a neglected child. I love the idea of Delia knowing that she’ll never be able to replace Lydia’s mother, and will always be the “step-mom,” but she finds Lawrence seemingly in need of a mother, and finds herself longing for that feeling of being a mother, so she starts to dote on him as well, and at first he’s just confused, but he eventually begins to realize he likes it. I also headcanon that if he has a phone, he put Delia in his contacts as “mom” :)) and he probably does have Juno in there, but it’s just as “Juno,” That stings don’t it?

Sorry not sorry I will definitely be posting more content now hopefully, I know I’ve been neglecting it, I just don’t think anyone wants to see my headcanons and ideas. :’)))

[jetsetlife138]

DarkBeej continuation? ;3c moved to another prompt list this time! :D 5. "So tell me when you're gonna let me in." 55. "Don't you ever do that again." 61. "Is this too fast for you? Too fucking bad."

Paring: Dark!Beetlejuice x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Emotional Manipulation, Threats of Physical Abuse, Dub-Con, Stockholm Syndrome, Psychological Trauma

I hate Tumblr’s formatting. It always fucks with me. Sorry for any issues. Please enjoy! xoxoxo

“Are you hungry?” Beetlejuice asked as he magically summoned his clothes back onto his body after your intimate shower together. 

“Um, yeah, actually,” you replied, only now remembering that you had hardly eaten at all since you had gotten there.

“Well, let’s go into the kitchen and see what I can come up with,” Beetlejuice insisted, taking you by the hand and leading you out of the bathroom and through the dark hallway.

A paranoid thought clawed through your mind at that moment, and you couldn’t help but ask in terror, “You’re not going to poison me and kill me… are you?”

Beetlejuice halted immediately to stare directly at you. His eyes appeared to glow brightly in the darkness, reminding you that he wasn’t human, which made your stomach churn in fear. “Babe, you know I would never do that, right?” he insisted, caressing your cheek gently.

“It’s just… and please don’t get upset… you’ve hurt me quite a bit since I’ve arrived and I don’t know if you’re going to do it again. Please, Beetlejuice… don’t tie me up again” you pleaded, losing control over your emotions.

Beetlejuice’s heart shattered at the desperation in your voice. “Don’t you understand that I had to do that? I’ve explained this already. Weren’t you listening? I had to show you how deeply my love runs for you. I couldn’t show you that by simply telling you. You had to feel it for yourself. You had to experience every emotional cut, every stab, every bite, and every other painful encounter that I have felt for you. But now that you have, we can move on and you can understand. Unless, of course… you don’t?”

His question was a challenge, which you picked up on immediately. It was clear that you were pushing Beetlejuice too far with your honesty and you had to do something that would convince him once again that you understood his actions, as barbaric as they were.

With an animalistic impulse and a burst of strength, you shoved Beetlejuice up against the wall in the dark hallway before pressing yourself against him. Gripping the back of his neck tightly, you shoved your mouth against his, devouring him hungrily.

Beetlejuice hesitated for a moment, not fully understanding what was happening, but it didn’t take long for him to melt into the kiss and plunge his tongue into your mouth and explore it greedily.

The kiss was hot, heavy, and uncoordinated, but it was just what Beetlejuice needed. It was all passion and he held onto your hips, pulling you even closer. Absentmindedly, you began to grind your hips into Beetlejuice’s, the friction causing Beetlejuice to moan into the kiss.

Much to your bewilderment, you had started to lose yourself in the intimate encounter, even slightly enjoying the way Beetlejuice’s form fit against your own. When it dawned on you that you were letting your control slip away, you pulled back slowly, breathing heavily, wishing that you could see Beetlejuice’s expression in the darkness.

“Oh wow, gorgeous. That was… um… unexpected,” Beetlejuice sputtered. “I adore you, babe,” he concluded, lifting your hand to kiss the back of it tenderly. “Come on, let’s get you something to eat.”

Though you were grateful to have found a way to distract Beetlejuice from his flaring temper, it made you nervous. It was obvious that you had to use sex and affection as a weapon, but you knew that you couldn’t overdo it or Beetlejuice would notice. He wasn’t a dumb guy, but he was clouded with obsession, and you knew that you could use that to your advantage if you played your cards right. The only problem was remembering that it was an act and that you weren’t actually falling for the psychotic son of a bitch that kidnapped you and had put you through hell.

Beetlejuice had escorted you to the table nestled in the corner of the severely outdated kitchen as he started to raid the cabinets for something to eat. “As I’m sure you can imagine… I don’t eat. But there’s gotta be something in here that will hold you over.” Picking up a box from the cupboard, he inspected it with a grimace. “How does Mac n’ cheese sound?”

“That sounds perfect,” you assured him.

“Excellent! Obviously, I think it goes without saying that I’m not the best cook. I had to possess a guy to get this stuff, but it seemed pretty basic enough that even I could make it. I guess we’ll find out!.”

You were consistently confused when it came to Beetlejuice’s demeanor. It was almost as if he was suddenly normal and not a dead psychotic ghoul. There were no mood swings, no threats, and no gore obsession. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that you and Beetlejuice were actually friends. It was a very odd situation and you had to constantly remind yourself of what Beetlejuice was capable of.

As Beetlejuice started to prepare the food, the silence became uncomfortable and he decided to initiate conversation. “So, is there anything you want to talk about?”

You were hesitant to reply. “Uh, no, I’m fine. I don’t mind sitting here quietly.” Your attempt to sway him from further discussion didn’t go over well.

Beetlejuice turned to give you a disapproving stare. “Come on, hot stuff. You don’t have anything you wanna talk about? No typical breather concerns or questions about your new home or our future or anything? I seem to recall you being very chatty when you first arrived. So tell me when you’re gonna let me in, babe. Obviously, at first, you weren’t ready or willing to hear me out. It seems like you are now, so go ahead. Fire away.”

You considered his proposal for a minute. The first question you wanted to ask was where the exit was, but that obviously wouldn’t go over well. Ultimately, you had decided to start out with something simple that would help your connection to Beetlejuice. “I guess I’m curious about you. I really don’t know much about you. How did you end up here? What happened to you?”

“Ahh,” Beetlejuice acknowledged with approval. “Now we’re getting somewhere. It’s a long story, but I guess you should know.” He turned his attention back to the boiling pot of water as he thought back on his past.. 

“I had everything in life - or so it would seem. My life was pretty fulfilling. I spent a good amount of time traveling, graduated from Harvard Business School, attended Julliard, and ultimately ended up as an overpaid corporate lackey. But none of that mattered. Not after I met her.”

Unable to stop yourself, you swallowed hard as you failed to hold back your grimace. Luckily, he didn’t notice anything. “I couldn’t sleep, I wasn’t eating, and I fell into a depression because I couldn’t have her. She didn’t want me. So, I took her.”

You were grateful that Beetlejuice was currently focused on preparing your meal and wasn’t facing you to notice your appalled expression.

“You remind me of her in that way. You didn’t want me at first either. Remember how badly you treated me?” he asked, turning briefly to raise his eyebrows at you.

“I do. I’m really sorry about that, Beetlejuice. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

The ghoul chuckled and turned back to the hot stove. “That’s alright, babe. We’re past that now. You’re mine, and you’ll never leave me again.”

The way he said it so matter-of-factly sent a shiver down your spine. It was difficult to understand how Beetlejuice became so fucked up if he had supposedly lived such a charmed life. He probably didn’t even know that he was crazy, and you weren’t about to be the one to tell him that. No, you had to bide your time and play your part, which you thought that you had been doing pretty convincingly so far.

“Anyway, our relationship was doomed from the start and eventually I ended it all,” he finished vaguely, leaving you to wonder what that poor girl’s eventual demise was. The thought of it left knots in your stomach.

“And the rest is history!” Beetlejuice finished happily, pulling you from your thoughts. “I have you now. Something about your very existence drew me to you, and I don’t think that it’s a coincidence. We were meant to be together and I’m so glad that you’re finally here with me.”

The food was done at that point and ready to eat. Beetlejuice had placed an ample amount into a bowl for you, beaming at his accomplishment. “I hope you like it,” he said with a grin as he placed the food down in front of you.

For something as plain as macaroni and cheese, your stomach growled loudly at the appetizing smell of it and you were unable to stop yourself from digging in greedily, relishing as the food hit your empty stomach.

“Do you like it?” Beetlejuice asked earnestly.

After swallowing a large mouthful, you replied, “Very much, thank you, Beetlejuice. This is great.”

Beetlejuice grinned widely, happy that he was able to please his lover.

He allowed you to finish eating in silence as he watched you practically inhale the food. When you were finished Beetlejuice had cleared your bowl and held out his hand to you.

 “Come on, let’s watch some t.v.,” he insisted as you took his hand, surprised that there was a working television in the decrepit house. 

The two of you wandered into another room, which was pretty sparse apart from a big couch and a small t.v. As the two of you settled on the sofa, Beetlejuice managed to maneuver you like a ragdoll so that you were curled up against his body. Shifting uncomfortably, you were not at all enjoying the direct contact, but you knew that you had to suppress the unpleasant feeling.

“What do you wanna watch?” Beetlejuice asked, enjoying the way your chest rose and fell against him with each breath.

“Um, I’m not picky, whatever you want,” you insisted. Beetlejuice gave you a disapproving look to which you feigned a smile and reached up to press your lips lightly to his in hopes of convincing him that you were content sitting there snuggling with him.

It had worked just as you had hoped. Beetlejuice smiled in return and flipped through the channels until he settled on a The Exorcist. “You know… I’ve seen this at least a hundred and sixty-seven times, and it just gets funnier every time I see it.” 

Humming in acknowledgement, you had a hard time understanding what was so funny about a terrifying movie about demonic posession, but it must have somehow appealed to his sick sense of humor. 

As the two of you watched, Beetlejuice kept looking from the t.v. to your face to read your expression, probably making sure that you were enjoying yourself. Eventually, he relaxed a bit and allowed his head to rest on the back of the couch. After about an hour or so later, you could hear him breathing heavily, which soon turned into a full-on snore. 

Glancing up at him, you whispered, “Beetlejuice? Are you awake?” Shockingly, you received no response.

As carefully as you could, you unwrapped yourself from Beetlejuice’s clutches. It was surprising that he had continued to sleep soundly even after you had slipped out from underneath his heavy arms. Now was as good a time as any to explore your surroundings in hopes of finding a way out.

Beginning in the room you were currently in, you looked for any signs of a door, but just like every other room so far, there were no doors that led outside - nor any windows for that matter. The only thing you could find was a small vent towards the ceiling. It was barely big enough to fit your head through, so you knew that there was no point in investigating further since you couldn’t fit through it yourself.

Continuing your search, you inspected the kitchen to no avail. Even after searching the closets and cupboards to see if there was a hidden doorway, there was nothing remotely close to an exit.

Next, you began walking down the main hallway and inspected the rooms that were now unlocked, but much to your disappointment, they were only closets and other storage spaces. For every room you had checked, you had come up empty-handed.

Feeling discouraged, you sauntered back into the living room and sat down on the other end of the couch next to Beetlejuice. The light of the t.v. flickered across the room while you lay your head back on the couch, absentmindedly following the lines and patterns on the ceiling. You had to wonder how this place could have been built without any entrance or windows. There was no way. It couldn’t be done. You had to have gotten in there somehow. 

On top of that, who in their right mind would create such a depressing place? Though, you had to give Beetlejuice credit for finding the perfect hideout to stash away a kidnapping victim.

Lost in your thoughts, you continued to follow the patterns in the ceiling to calm yourself before Beetlejuice’s voice pulled you back to the present.

“Babe?” You bolted upright to see Beetlejuice staring at you with half-lidded eyes. “What are you doing?” he asked tiredly with a hint of suspicion in his voice.

“Nothing,” you answered too quickly. “I got up to--”

“Don’t you ever do that again,” he snapped, the harshness of his voice making you flinch. “I-I was just…” you stuttered, trying to come up with a good excuse. “You fell asleep and I wanted to give you more room to spread out. I didn’t want to go far, so I just stayed here while you slept. I didn’t think that would upset you. I’m sorry.”

Beetlejuice narrowed his eyes at you, making you want to melt under his heated gaze. “I don’t ever need space from you. In fact, let’s go lay down. We’ll have more in the bed.”

Begrudgingly, you stood up and shuffled over to Beetlejuice as he got up from the couch. You really didn’t want to go back into the bedroom, but you knew that there was no point in arguing with him.

At some point, Beetlejuice had changed the sheets and you were grateful for the fresh smell of detergent as you lay down on the soft surface that you had come to know so well during your time there. 

Turning back to your captor, your eyes widened at the sight of Beetlejuice’s bare torso. He smirked, knowing that this wasn’t what you were expecting. 

“Beetlejuice?” you asked quietly, your voice hoarse with anxiety.

Not bothering to give you a response, he instead crawled on top of you and pulled himself up so that his face was directly above yours, so close that your noses practically touched. Beetlejuice stayed there for a moment, searching your eyes with his own before he started to lean in.

Instinctively, you turned your head away, exposing your neck to the ghost, which he took advantage of and edged forward to delicately brush his lips over the soft skin of your throat.

Beetlejuice had looked up at you after he kissed your neck to see what your reaction would be. You had refused to meet his gaze, which didn’t bother him at all because he knew that you were enjoying what he was doing to you, whether you wanted to admit it or not.

He continued to plant soft kisses on his lover’s neck as his hands went from stroking your chest, to running through your hair. He became more forceful with his kisses until he switched to nipping and sucking, leaving marks on you to claim you as his own. Beetlejuice was marking his property and he could feel your body shudder beneath him at the sensation.

Beetlejuice slowly and sensually made his way back up your throat until his lips found yours again and he sucked on your bottom lip. It surprised him that you didn’t resist, but he was too pleased to be overly suspicious about it.

An internal battle was coursing through your mind. Obviously, you were disgusted, but if you had to choose between Beetlejuice cutting you open, or kissing you, the latter was the better option.

If you wanted to get Beetlejuice to trust you enough to let you have more freedom, you couldn’t keep fighting him. You hated it, but you would have to accept whatever Beetlejuice was doing to you. Not only that, but you would have to pretend to enjoy it. You weren’t sure if you could, but you had to try.

Once he was finished teasing your bottom lip, Beetlejuice wanted to see how far you were willing to let him go, so he pressed his lips softly to yours, not waiting long before forcing his tongue into his lover’s mouth with little resistance. Beetlejuice sighed into the kiss, relishing in the taste of your saliva, wishing that he could have that flavor on his tongue forever.

When your lips parted from one another, Beetlejuice pressed his mouth to your ear and whispered darkly, “You taste so fucking good. I want more of you.”

He noticed how you swallowed hard at his remark. He smirked and slowly pulled away, removing himself from on top of you, placing his hands on your shorts and panties before tugging on them. Beetlejuice paused, noticing your apprehension and grumbled, “Is this too fast for you? Too fucking bad,” he barked, not waiting for a response. “I love you so much. I would do anything for you. I want you to feel how much I love you.”

He continued to pull your shorts down until they slipped off of your legs, soon joined by your top, leaving you bare before Beetlejuice’s hungry eyes. He didn’t waste any time in kneeling back onto the bed as his mouth watered and lingered over your hot core. “Just relax, babe. I’m going to make you feel so good,” he promised as he eagerly parted your legs and pressed the tip of his index finger on your bundle of nerves. 

Loathing the situation you were in, you knew that you had to persuade Beetlejuice that this was something that you wanted, too. You didn’t know if you could do it, but you had to be as convincing as possible. 

When Beetlejuice started to rub small circles against your clit, you forced out a pleasured groan, causing Beetlejuice to halt his movements for a moment. You met his widened eyes with your own needy ones as Beetlejuice’s mouth hung open in surprise. “Did you just… Do you like this, baby?” He asked, anxious for a response.

Biting your lip, you hoped that it looked more seductive than you felt. “Mmnh, yes. Please… don’t stop,” you begged, your voice trembling slightly.

Beetlejuice released a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as he let your words wash over him. He had waited so long to hear you speak to him like that. He wasn’t about to waste another moment in case you changed your mind.

Sliding his finger down to your hole, he slipped in a thick digit while he leaned down to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking in lightly, swirling his tongue all around. “Oh god… fuck,” you groaned as you let your head sink into the pillows, closing your eyes tightly, trying to force yourself to enjoy this.

Beetlejuice hummed happily as he inserted a second finger, pumping in and out of your sex with vigor. Lapping up your juices greedily, Beetlejuice continued to eat you out like he was starved, earning soft curses and moans of approval, which only aroused him further. He tried to memorize the taste of you, delighting in the sweet and tanginess of your slick as he added a third finger, earning a choked sob from you.

“Mmnh, Beetlejuice. Oh god, I-I’m close,” you warned as your climax was drawing near.

Beetlejuice pulled himself off of you, earning a desperate look from you. “Not yet, babe. I’m not done with you yet.”

Surprisingly, you were actually disappointed when Beetlejuice stopped eating you out. You tried to tell yourself that it was just because he was really good at it, and that your acting skills were better than you thought, but a part of you wondered otherwise.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for this,” he commented soothingly as he pulled his length out of his striped pants, giving it a few pumps and smearing the pre cum over his length.

This moment was inevitable. You knew that. You were trapped and Beetlejuice had absolutely no intention of letting you out of there without some establishment of trust. Otherwise, you were probably going to die there.

Beetlejuice’s body quivered as he continued preparing his length, knowing that he was about to stretch and fill you to completion.

The ghoul crawled onto the bed and straddled you once more before bending forward and pulling you towards him harshly into a sloppy and needy kiss, to which you not only accepted but reciprocated in return. Beetlejuice was in Heaven, and he never wanted it to end.

He pulled back and gazed hungrily at you. “I love you so fucking much,” he whimpered as he positioned himself above you, taking his large cock into his hand once more as he gave himself more stimulating strokes. His eyes met yours as he asked barely above a whisper, “Do you love me?”

You knew you had to reply quickly, but you weren’t ready to utter those words, even if it was a lie. Beetlejuice would see right through that and his suspicions would make for a bad situation, which you wanted to avoid, especially considering the position that you were in.

Taking a deep breath, you finally answered. “I could love you… someday.”

Beetlejuice let the words register in his mind. No, you didn’t love him… yet. He knew deep down that it was probably too soon for that. You still barely knew him, but the fact that you were open enough to admit that you could someday love him was enough and he accepted it.

He smiled widely as he lined up his cock to your weeping entrance before pushing in at a torturously slow pace. As you were painfully and somewhat satisfyingly stretched, you emitted a satisfied moan. “Fuck, babe,” he groaned as he bottomed out, pausing to allow you to adjust to his girth.

A small whimper spilled from your lips as his length became sheathed inside of you. You couldn’t deny how good it felt, even if it was with someone you despised. He seemed to fit inside of you perfectly -- like he was made for you.

The ghoul started to lift himself once he felt like you had become more adjusted before he shifted back in, relishing in the feeling of being inside of you. Before long, he had built a steady rhythm, concentrating on the sinful sounds spilling from your mouth as you moaned with pleasure. It calmed Beetlejuice knowing that he was the one who was making those sounds come from your lips.

Alternating his angle slightly, you cried out when Beetlejuice’s shaft hit your g-spot, grazing against it just right. His own sock started to throb painfully, but he refused to come, instead, picking up speed now that he had found that perfect spot inside of you.

“Fuck, babe. You’re so- mnf- you’re so fucking perfect.”

It was clear that you weren’t going to last much longer with the increased friction that Beetlejuice was causing with his desperate speed. You were lost in your own pleasure as Beetlejuice continued to pound into you. “Oh my fucking god,” you whined softly, not wanting Beetlejuice to hear the effect that he had on you, despite the fact that you had been pretty vocal this whole time.

Fortunately for Beetlejuice, he had heard your cries of pleasure, which only spurred him further to bring you to completion. He rolled his hips and increased his speed, causing you to moan shamelessly loudly at the increased friction. “Cum for me, baby. Come on. Show me what you look like when you’re all fucked out,” he demanded, breathing heavily.

“Beetlejuice… fuck,” you choked out as the familiar feeling winding tightly in your lower half. “I-I’m gonna-” and before you could finish your sentence, the coil snapped, causing you to spasm harsly, the force of it practically paralyzing you with bliss.

 Beetlejuice lost himself shortly after, his cum filling you to the brim as he nearly blacked out from how good it felt. Coming to shortly after, he continued to thrust in and out until he was completely spent, still sheathing himself inside of your heat, not wanting the experience to end.

 After he caught his breath and he could feel your trembling body calm a bit, he removed himself from inside of you and fell forward on the bed beside you.

 As you panted heavily, you absentmindedly moaned as Beetlejuice leaned over to lick the sweat that had accumulated on your face, which you immediately regretted as Beetlejuice hummed happily in assurance. He then wrapped his arms around you tightly, still catching his breath. “That was perfect,” he muttered as he planted soft kisses on your cheek.

 Unsure of what to say, you just stared at the ceiling. The sex had actually been somewhat enjoyable, which frightened you. It was imperative to recognize the sadist that Beetlejuice was rather than the sexual bliss that he could make you feel. Though you felt repulsed, you knew that it would be worth it once you were able to get out of there and be free from Beetlejuice.

 It was only a matter of time.

[beetle-juiceboy]

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