Brace yourself, my darlings.

☆ Thanks you so very much !! I love this chaotic little demon and I was eager to write for him, I'm not very happy with how it turned but I really hope you like it <3 ☆

Beetlejuice x FanReader

-> Summary: Reader's gender is not specified, a little one-shot and a blurb, fluff, platonic/romantic relationship

-> Warnings: None that I can think of!

Please tell me if you find any mistake

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You had just moved to your new home, an old and historic, dark wooden house whose prior owners almost gave you free.

They explained you that they had the urge to leave it as soon as possible, since "Bizarre things never ceased occurring there."

You took it as just a joke, since it would be easier to convince a young customer to purchase such an old house if they added a bit of drama to it. Maybe the house maintenance was too expensive for them. "Though...", you eventually thought, "They didn't seem as if they were joking..."

However, there you were, waking up on a comfy bed after surviving a surprisingly restful night at your new home. You yawned and stretched your arms before rubbing your eyes with somnolence.

Then, you headed to the bathroom first and started washing your face. As you had your eyes closed when wetting your face, you could swear you had heard a thump behind you. Convinced that it could be the wind, you dried your face and and decided to check behind you in case something dropped.

When you turn around your gaze meets your now completely messy room. All of your clothes are spread around, your desk is upside down and your closet doors, wide open.

"What the..."

"Just a little redecorating, babe, hope you don't mind!" Your breath hitched and your eyes widened the moment you heard a raspy voice followed by laughter coming from behind you, from the mirror.

You took a deep breath and slowly turned around, facing the neon-green haired demon that showed you a wide toothy grin.

Your mind raced with a million thoughts and you weren't capable of form a single word. The demon before you laughed again, amused with your apparent fearful reaction.

"Bee- Beetlejuice?" You managed to whisper, your hand touching the mirror glass as an excited smile made it's way to your face.

His expression changed drastically at your words and he quickly got out of the mirror to arrive by the bathroom doorframe, where he floated nervously. His hair had now tinted in the brightest of green except for his yellowish hair ends

"You...know me?"

"Of course I do! You're the ghost with the most, the demon straight from hell, the bioexorcist, the-"

"Woah, calm down, babes. I definitely didn't expect fans, you alright?" He asked apparently uncomfortable, though his bright green hair was revealing that he was indeed really flattered.

"Sorry, I'm just really excited to meet you. I didn't mean to bother you, I moved here just yesterday."

"I know. I spent the whole day thinking of pranks to put on you yesterday." He confessed as he scratched his neck awkwardly. "But you seem like a much better roomie than that decrepit couple, soo..." his hair was getting more and more yellow and his hands were fidgeting with his own striped tie until he mumbled a proposal, "...Roomies?"

Your eyes lit at his proposition and you couldn't help but to release an excited "Yes!" that gave him a huge grin and a bright neon hair.

And of course, he excitedly gave you an autograph.

And about the agreement, you both would win with it: Beetlejuice would have an amazing roommate and neither of you would feel lonely.

Living with him has his pros and cons. Yes, he had the ability to always boost your serotonin with his jokes and his cheerful personality, but he is also the filthiest friend you could ever ask for. Also, he seems to have a black hole for stomach and zero respect for privacy so all your savings end up in snacks, but at least he also eats every cockroach and spider that dares to set foot on your house.

And don't let me get started on visits. He will try to scare them away unless you state really seriously that they're your friends and mustn't be scared. If you seem to appreciate your visitors too much or you are away from home (due to work, college...) too much time, he'll feel so lonely that just only an entire week of spending time with him and him only will be able to cure him.

☆ I love him so much that I'm not capable to order my thoughts properly so to continue this request here is a blurb about living with him !!  Hope you understand my chaos ☆

He is a very good friend. He will listen to your problems and will offer solutions, he has very good taste in horror films too so movie nights are a MUST in your house.

He is also the most affectionate, doesn't matter if your relationship is platonic or romantic, he will give you the best bear hugs at any time and will compliment your outfits, jewelry, hairstyle...

Show him about video games!! The previous couple had none but once he discovers them he will have so much fun. He loves playing videogames with you, specially horror ones (he makes fun of you if you play calm games like animal crossing or minecraft but as soon as he is alone in your house you can be sure he will sell shells to Tom Nook or build a sheep farm).

He loves singing too! Karaoke in your house is obligatory, he will sing whatever you put him with all the drama he can gather (but we all know he sings good as hell!)

The most negative thing about living with him is not the smell or mess he usually makes, but his unexistent sense of privacy.

He'll enter in the bathroom whenever you're in, doesn't matter if you're in the toilet or taking a shower, he has no problem with opening the courtain wide and ask you if you ate his cheetos. Picture him as kind of a cat, because your bed will never be yours only again.

With the excuse of feeling lonely he'll end up sleeping every night on your room, sometimes even in your bed too so I hope you buy a bigger one.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Beetlejuice - Perfect/Brown & King Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice)/Reader Characters: Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice), You Additional Tags: Reader Insert, female presenting reader, Fluff, Comfort, Sweet things, Cuddles, Massage Summary:

You've had a long day, and Beetlejuice just wants to help. You unthinkingly tell him to do whatever he wants, and he's not letting an opportunity like that pass him by.

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Hii! this is so so late but I decided to start writing again and I really liked this idea! 

My body folds into itself when I feel a hand on my back. “Sorry, uh I just don't like, physical...touch.” I stutter while flailing my arms around and my eyebrows furrowed. I can see that look on his face, I feel bad and awkward, I bite the sleeve of my sweater and I can feel the burn of his stare on me. “Sorry…” He says but quickly turns and walks away. I feel angry at myself, but I can't help it, and he shouldn't be angry. I follow Beej into our room. “Beej, I'm sorry…” I say sitting down on our bed next to him. “Don't be sorry doll, I just forget sometimes, I get it, I love showing you my love through physical connection, I have to keep reminding myself.”  I nod my head and smile at him. “Thank you Beej, I love you.”

So I wanted to draw a sad Beej between commissions- which are still open if you want something!- and it came to this. Who’s grave is he visiting? Well, initially I meant it to be Juno’s as I have headcanons about him visiting it but then I thought it would be better if left to the imagination. It could be Lydia’s! >:3c

MmOh G O D 

You apparently don’t quite get how hot you are, because you walk out in your Halloween costume like it’s fucking nothing and Beej is fucking floored.

You’re dressed as a fairly stereotypical sexy devil, save for one thing- your dress is black and white striped, as are your horns, positioned over freshly dyed green hair. Beej already thought that you with his hair was hot as fuck, but you in his stripes...

“Fuck me sideways, babes, you look like a million bucks,” he groans, swooping in to pull you against him, inhaling your scent deeply. “What’re you supposed to be?”

“Oh fuck off, Beej,” you laugh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Do I make a good you?”

“I don’t know, sweetness, this isn’t quite me,” he muses, looking you over and letting his gaze drag up your exposes thighs. “I’m not one for tight dresses and thigh-highs, though I could be for you, if ya wanted.”

“I’d pay to see that,” you laughed. “But not now. I have a party to get to!” You attempted to pull yourself from Beetlejuice’s arms, but he tightened his grip, his gaze suddenly dark and intense.

“I’m sorry, doll, do you mean to tell me that you wanna leave the house lookin’ like this?” he asked, his voice a near growl. “That’s not how this works.”

“Who said you get to tell me when I can and can’t leave the house?” you asked, letting your playful tone saturate your words to make your intentions entirely clear.

“Me, babycakes, in case I didn’t make that clear,” he said, letting his hands trail up your thighs and up to grip your ass. “I’m in charge here, and I say you can’t go out lookin’ like such a hot piece of ass. You think I want some sweaty fuckin’ breather leering at you when you’re mine?” 

Mm, that growl in his voice was doing things to you. You’d really been looking to this party, but something about the way your boyfriend was looking at you, holding you, ooh, kissing you, his lips trailing up your neck to nibble on your ear, well, maybe staying home wouldn’t be so bad. 

“You better give me a reason to stay then, Beej,” you say, your voice trailing off into a soft moan as his hands knead at your ass. “Or else I’m gonna walk out that door and let whoever wants to get a good look.”

“Oh no you don’t!” he says, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, running you up the stairs and to your bedroom as you let out peals of laughter. “I’ll give you a plenty good enough reason, babes. How about my cock nice and deep inside you, that good enough for ya?”

You chuckled as Beej slipped your panties from under your dress, throwing them to some unimportant corner of the room, hissing as his fingers began to circle your clit. “Good enough for me, Beej, come on, please...”

He chuckled darkly and immediately buried his face between your legs, letting his tongue lap up your wetness. You gasped sharply, burying your fingers in his hair and tugging as he let the tip of his tongue ghost over your clit. He ate you out vigorously, egged on by the wails he managed to pull from your throat. He loved it, loved making you feel so good that you had to clutch the sheets or his hair in pleasure. When he finally did pull away, you groaned in protest, trying to use your ankles to bring his face back to your core, but he persisted, vanishing his clothes with a single snap of his fingers. 

“Aww, I know how much you love my mouth, but my cock is achin’ for ya, don’t you want me to fuck you?” he asked, his voice cloyingly sweet. Without warning, he plunged two fingers inside of you, your back arching off the bed. “Tell me, babycakes, tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“Ungh, Beej, I want you to fuck me, please,” you begged, grinding down against his fingers. He snarled, getting his cock in you as quickly as he could and bottoming out with a loud groan. 

“Ngh yeah, that’s the stuff,” he moaned, pressing in and out of you cautiously. “How you feelin’ down there, doll?”

“Good, fucking good, just move,” you demanded, crossing your ankles behind his hips and pulling him towards you. He let his mouth trail hot, wet kisses along your neck and collarbone as he began to piston into you violently, his teeth and tongue dragging along your skin as you clutched at him. “Mm, Beej, you feel so good, just- oh fuck, right there, right there, shit.”

“Hohoho fuck yeah, baby, you feel so fuckin’ good, you wanna cum? You wanna fuckin’ cum?” he growled in your ear, letting his hand drop down to start playing with your clit. “Come on, sweetness, give me that cum-”

Your back arched, your pussy clenching around Beetlejuice as you gave him what he wanted. He came shortly after, the way you were milking his cock from your own pleasure driving him over the edge. When you’d both spent all you had to give, you collapse to the bed. You realized that your dress was rumpled and torn, and your neck and shoulders were littered with dark purple bruises and bite marks. No way in the world were you leaving tonight, looking so thoroughly fucked. Beetlejuice took one look at you and smirked triumphantly, pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Summary: The reader recently moved into the Deetz/Maitland home long after the previous owners had moved on. On a hot summer day they come face to face with the Ghost with the Most.

Word Count: 1216

A/N: This is my first time writing for Beej, so please keep that in mind as you read. I’m hoping the more I write him, the better I will get to know our favorite Bug-Man.

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The house I recently moved into was old, and I mean really old. Like old enough that there was no central air conditioning and it was currently 101 degrees outside. The house was sweltering and stuffy. Even with all the windows open, there was no breeze to chase away the heat. I was lying on the floor in the living room wearing the smallest pair of shorts I own and a tiny crop top. I would never dare to leave the house in such little clothing, but being home alone and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, there was no way I was going to wear more than that. 

I groaned out loud and stared up at the ceiling. “Why is it so damn HOT?” I moaned into the silence. Suddenly there was one quick gust of air through the room and a paper floated down to rest on the floor next to my head. I sat up and read it over. All that was written on the paper was a single word repeated three times. For whatever reason I decided to read it aloud, “Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice.” There was the sound of a cannon firing and I jumped to my feet. My head whipping back and forth rather comically as I searched for the source of the noise. My eyes fell on a man lounging in my favorite armchair. He sat upon the chair like it was a throne and he thought himself a king. He was a chubby man, clad in a rather dirty black and white striped suite. His vivid green hair stuck out in every direction as if he had recently been electrocuted. And his eyes shone as he looked at me, full of mischief. I wanted to scream but as I opened my mouth, no sound came out. I just gaped at the man as he looked me over.

“Hey Babes,” he rasped in a voice that I couldn’t help but find slightly attractive even in my shocked state. “Thanks for freeing me.”

His words unfroze me a little, “F-freed you? I didn’t free you.” I stumbled out.

“Yeah you did. You said my name three times and now I’m free. Anything I can do to repay yah?” He asked with a waggle of his brows.

“You could start by explaining who the hell you are, and how you got in my house,” I was really starting to unfreeze now and I was definitely starting to realize that there was a complete stranger in my house and I was wearing next to nothing and my phone was across the room. If this man was here with malicious intent, I was practically defenceless. 

As if he could read my thoughts he said, “I ain’t here to hurt you. The name’s Beetlejuice, and I’m the ghost with the most.” He grinned at me and held his arms out like he was presenting himself on a stage rather than in my small living room. 

“You’re a ghost?” I asked incredulously. “You look pretty solid to me.” He laughed and I admit the sound made my stomach flutter, he was kinda cute. Did I really find this ‘ghost’ attractive?

“Well, I’m more of a demon really. Straight from hell. The only way I get to come out and play is when a breather like you says my name three times in a row.”

“And what happens if I say it another three times?” I really let myself look him over as I asked this. He was definitely cute. In my scrutiny, I didn’t miss the fact that his eyes widened ever so slightly as if he were afraid.

“Well Babes,” he coughed slightly, “Then I would go away again.” His green hair now had a few blue streaks in it. That was interesting. I had to admit to myself the demon intrigued me.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t asked all of my questions yet.” I said looking him in the eyes, he relaxed a little. “Why did you choose my house to come visit?” I was genuinely curious on how I of all people was the one he had left a note for.

“Do you want the truth or a snarky comeback?” he grinned, the blue fading from his hair as he began joking again.

“The truth, obviously.”

“Well, you seemed a little lonely, and I am a lot lonely, so I figured we could be lonely together. I’ve been watching you for a few days and you don’t really get out much. I mean, the most human interaction I’ve seen you have is with the delivery guy who brings all your meals,” he was definitely joking again.

“You’ve been watching me?” I was now more than a little angry. “How? I haven’t seen you once!” I almost felt violated. It wasn't just today that I decided to walk around my home in the bare minimum. And I sometimes slept naked! I shuddered at the thought of how much of me he had seen.

“Well the thing is I’m invisible until someone summons me, and I really like this house ‘cause my old BFFFF used to live here and so I was already here when you moved in,” he explained all of this very fast, now on his feet and with his hands raised in front of him in a defensive pose. I could tell he was afraid that I was gonna send him away, but I knew that I wasn’t going to do that. Even though I was incredibly angry, he was right that I was lonely. Maybe having this demon around could be fun.

“You were already here?” I asked, and he nodded. My anger melted at once, but I was still a little embarrassed. “Well in that case I can’t really be angry, can I?” I smiled softly at him, blushing. “I’m (Y/N), by the way. But if you’ve been watching me you probably know that.” I held my hand out towards him for a handshake.

“Actually, I didn’t,” he took my hand in his but rather than shaking it he leaned down to kiss my knuckles. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I giggled in response and I couldn’t help but notice how could his touch was. I let out a little sigh and his eyes shot up to my face. I blushed an even deeper crimson.

“Sorry, it’s really hot in here and that feels nice,” I murmured glancing down at my hand which was still in his own. Without warning he flashed a wide grin and yanked my arm pulling me into a tight hug. Before I could even process what was happening he had us sat back in the armchair with me on his lap.

“Well then, just consider me a personal AC unit,” he grinned toothily at me and I noticed his teeth were rather sharp. For some strange reason this didn’t frighten me at all. I found it incredibly easy to like the demon and I was definitely starting to admit to myself I found him extremely attractive. I shifted my weight slightly to get more comfortable and his arms easily wrapped around my waist. 

Stoner Boyfriend Beej headcannons:

SFW:

This boi is so lovingggg are you kidding you give 30 percent he will give 70 like the boi just wants to love and be loved

He rests his head on you constantly, on your back when you’re working, his chin on your shoulder when you cook (even if it’s just something microwaved)

He is short but ridiculously strong therefore prepare to be constantly slung around as he scoops you up randomly

Once he lets you in he truly lets you in: he tells you all his little thoughts and jokes followed by soft smiles reserved for only you

every time you wake up it’s too beej watching you quietly at first it startled you but now you’re startled if you wake up to anything else

he also worries about how much you smoke (even if it’s occasional) at night he often times will lead his head on your chest listening intently to your breathing to make sure you’re not wheezing or anything

Hes the roller obv it’s one of the only things he doesn’t use his powers on he likes the ritual of traditional rolling

wake and bakes with Beej on the roof

NSFW:

slow sloppy high sex

beej moans... a lot but surprisingly his moans are high pitch, whiny almost like a wounded animal, it was shocking to hear the sound come out of the gruff man but you’ve gotten used to it quickly

Shotgunning each other hits quickly turns into making out every.single.time.

You don’t let it go any further than that though bc one time you two had sex on the roof until you realized you were both levatating over the roof and you starting freaking the fuck out