Snakes?

Snakes.

Beej was in love with every single one of those scaly little devils, even more so with the woman they happened to find themselves attached to. He would busy himself with holding up his hands, allowing them to wriggle their way around his palm as they pleased; even allowing them a few bites for fun. It wasn’t like he could be poisoned and die… again, and their teeth were so small it just felt small pinches on his skin.

You, being the aforementioned woman, would blush a deep red on your green-tinted skin, running your hands through the creatures as easily as if they were actual hair. Your darling demon had taken quite a liking to your companions, even spending an entire morning naming them one by one as you lazily lay in bed. As nice as it was to have someone appreciate the more… monstrous side of you, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about the attention. It was weird.

Then again, BJ was a weird guy.

Glancing at him from behind your sheer blindfold, you pouted, “I think you like them more than you like me.”

He put a hand to his chest dramatically, “How can you say such things about me? Have you no heart, babydoll?”

The pile of snakes seemed to droop down in response to your mood, “Don’t make fun of me, Beej.”

Beetlejuice shook his head, reaching his arms around you and pulling you tightly against his chest. He nuzzled his scratchy beard against your cheek, make obnoxiously loud kissing noises. Groaning, you fell limp in his embrace, knowing there was no stopping him once he got into his silly moods.