“Beej?” you piped up, interrupting his inner monologue with an adorable sniffle. He wiped the last of your tears away with the pad of his thumb, humming with a soft smile. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” he answered, immediately hooking his arms under you to scoop you up, carrying you bridal style to your bedroom like you weighed less than air. You watched over his shoulder as his tail flicked happily behind him, no longer dragging despondently on the floor like it was while he was threatening to leave. The very thought made you cling tighter to his jacket as he threw open your bedroom door- you couldn’t believe how close you came to losing him. You know how badly it would’ve hurt, like your heart shattered into jagged little pieces stabbing at you from the inside, but somehow, you expect that you would’ve hurt for him more. You could see it in the absolute hopelessness in his eyes from earlier that the idea that demons don’t deserve love penetrated far deeper into his psyche than you ever could have imagined; it made you burn with reckless anger towards Juno for ever teaching it to him just to escape her own selfish actions. The idea that someone like Beetlejuice could ever think they didn’t deserve love baffled you, and you weren’t dumb enough to expect that kind of deep-seated thought pattern to go away in just one night...but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to do everything in your power to eliminate it from his mind. When he finally set you down onto the bed, you immediately reached towards where he stood, holding your hand out invitingly. 

“Are...are you sure?” he asked softly, his furrowed brow betraying his hesitation. You nodded firmly, leaning forward to take his hand and pulling him onto the bed. Rather than pulling him on top of you, as per usual, you laid him back against the headboard, swinging your leg over his hips to straddle him. His eyes widened, his hands settling apprehensively on your thighs. “What are you doing, snack?”

“Showing you something,” you said, shooting him a soft smile and feeling it widen into a grin as he melted underneath you. You reached up to run the tips of your fingers slowly through his hair, scratching delicately at his scalp. “Do you trust me?” 

He couldn’t answer. If he had to breathe, he wouldn’t have been able to. God, you were so soft, so warm, pressing him firmly into the mattress yet keeping your touch feather light, too much and yet not enough at the same time. He wanted you, he needed you, and he could feel his cock already hardening in his pants at the thought of having you like this. Normally, he would’ve flipped you onto your back with a deep growl and had you however he pleased, but there was something in your eyes that told him that you had a plan for him, and he wanted to trust you. He did trust you. 

“Y-yes,” he stuttered, the last few strands of purple in his hair finally giving way to a beautiful, rosy pink. You tugged affectionately at it, smiling fondly at his little yelp before leaning it, pressing your lips gently against his forehead. Despite him not needing to breathe, you felt Beetlejuice gasp at the touch, his body perfectly still underneath you. You breathed out softly against his skin as you dragged your lips downward, leaving a trail of soft kisses on his temple, his cheek, and across the bridge of his nose to the other cheek. His hands were fisted in your dress, clenching and unclenching as you continued to pepper his face with kisses, leaving no inch of skin untouched until you came to hover over his lips. His eyes had slipped shut, his lips parted softly in anticipation for the kiss that you held off from just so you could take in the beauty of his face, flushed perfectly pink and relaxed for you. 

“Oh, Beetlejuice,” you breathed out, both hands coming to hold his face, your thumbs running over his adorably flushed cheeks. “You are...incredible.” 

You finally pressed your lips to his and he groaned, pulling you closer by the hips and bucking his lightly as you settled fully in his lap. You laved your tongue over his lower lip and fought back a grin at his sharp inhale, your teeth nipping playfully to try and pull more pretty sounds from his lips. All too soon, you pulled away, chuckling at how he attempted to chase your lips with a low whine. 

“We’re not done here, Bug,” you admonished teasingly. “Get rid of those clothes for me, hmm?”

In as long as it took for him to snap his fingers, he was naked underneath you, his cock bouncing free against belly with a soft slap. You chuckled at his eagerness, your hand slipping up to cup his cheek as you pressed your lips to his jaw. 

“Never seen you so pink for me, Beej,” you teased, nipping lightly at his chin with a soft giggle that quickly turned to a gasp as he brought his hand down against your ass with a smack. 

“Watch it feeder,” he warned. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you said flippantly, moving lower to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to his neck. “But I get to have my way for a little bit, right?”

“Sure you do, sna-oh, shit,” he moaned as you began sucking gorgeously purple marks into his skin. It was the only kind of purple you liked to see on his body, and man were you addicted to the breathy little moans he lets out as you worried the skin above his collarbone between your teeth. He was so gorgeous like that, his body soft and pliant as you ran your hands over his skin, massaging his pudgy belly as your kisses traveled across his chest. 

“I mean it, Bug,” you murmured into his skin, letting the tip of your tongue drag over his left nipple. “You’re incredible. You deserve this.” It was then that he realized exactly what you were doing. You were taking all those sweet words from before about loving him, needing him, wanting him, and you were kissing them them into his skin like you were writing poetry on his body. You were showing him that it was all true, that it was all real, by using your lips and tongue and teeth to turn his skin into a canvas for a masterpiece of bruises and bite marks, painting your love onto every inch of him until he had no choice but to accept it as fact. The realization made every kiss burn hotter against his rosy skin, his entire body taking on a light pink hue as you sucked a beautiful mark right above his belly button. 

“F...feeder,” he moaned, settling a hand on the back of your head. You looked up at him innocently, dragging your tongue over the reddened mark before continuing with your mission, kissing all over his tummy while your hands kneaded at his hips. His cock poked incessantly against you, begging to be touched, but you refrained, choosing instead to lavish your attention on Beej’s gorgeous belly, only pulling away when you were satisfied with the dense smattering of already-bruising marks on his skin. You grinned triumphantly at the way he panted underneath you- he only did that when you were driving him absolutely wild, and you knew it was only a matter of time before it was his turn. As if merely thinking it made it come true, you watched as Beetlejuice’s eyes darkened, his pupils blown out and wild like he was starving. He surged forward, pulling you up into a messy kiss while he flipped you, pressing your back into the mattress while he hovered over you, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“T-that was...fucking hell, snack,” he groaned harshly, pressing more needy kisses to your lips. “You drive me fucking crazy.” 

“I just...I needed you to know,” you murmured, your breathing shallow and your head swimming from the intensity of his kisses. The wildness in his eyes never dissipated, but his smirk shrunk into a soft little grin, his clawed fingers dragging affectionately through your hair. 

“I know, babydoll,” he said, his voice firm and unyielding. “I know.” And then he was on you, lips and tongue and teeth all over your skin as he impatiently shredded your dress with his claws, ribbons of fabric cascading off the bed as you’re pulled firmly into his arms, his mouth descending on every inch of newly revealed skin and revelling in the beautiful little mewls he’s pulling from your lips. Your panties were swiftly pulled from your legs and tossed to some unimportant corner of the room, Beej licking his lips hungrily as he spread your legs to reveal your glistening pussy. Before you could even think, he threw your legs over his shoulders and buried his face between them, his tongue lapping greedily at your wetness. You threw your head back with a shaky moan and buried your fingers in his hair, bucking your hips up into his mouth and feeling him chuckle against you, clearly amused by how desperate you’ve made yourself simply by worshipping his body. God, his gorgeous body, you can’t even think about all those marks on his skin without feeling too close too fast, wanting nothing more than to cum all over his face...except maybe to cum with his cock inside of you. 

“Bug...please, baby, I want you…” you breathed, your words cut off by a soft cry as he sucked your clit into his mouth. 

“You’ve got me, kitten,” he said slyly, pressing a lingering kiss to your pussy. “Better be more specific.”

“God, you bastard, I want your cock!” you begged, tugging impatiently at his hair as he laughed against your skin. He pressed one final kiss against your clit before sliding back up the bed, kissing you firmly so you could taste yourself on his lips. 

“Bastard, huh?” he asked, his sly smirk softening into a lovestruck grin. “I thought you loved me.”

“I...I do,” you said, cupping his cheeks with both hands. “God, I do.”

“Say it for me, baby,” he said quietly, quickly guiding his cock to your entrance and beginning to press inside. You gasped, immediately hooking one leg around his hips as he filled you. God, he wanted to hear it, he needed to hear it. Hearing you say you loved him was sweeter than any other sound he could get you to make. 

“I-I love you,” you murmured against his lips, kissing them delicately as he bottomed out with a soft groan. 

“Again,” he demanded, his hips pulling out only to press back in, nice and slow, his eyes watching you hungrily as you struggle to keep your eyes open. 

“I love you, Beetlejuice,” you said, louder this time, your words interspersed with soft little moans as he began a steady rhythm, thrusting perfectly against your more sensitive spot. 

“More, baby, give me more!” he groaned. 

“Lawrence! Fuck, I love you!” you cried out, your eyes finally sliding shut as you threw your head back against the pillow, grinding your hips back against the harsh rhythm of his cock inside you. He whined lowly against your lips at the sound of his real name, his pace picking up as he chased the pleasure only you could bring him.

“That’s it, baby, say my name, say my fucking name,” he growled, dragging his clawed fingers down your sides. God, you were fucking perfect, so gorgeous with your skin glistening with sweat and littered with purple bruises that claimed you as his. All his. You loved him. You loved him.

“Lawrence! Fuck, Bug, you feel so good, love you so much-”

“I love you too, kitten,” he groaned, leaning down for a messy kiss with a groan as you clenched around his cock, clearly getting close. “Fuck, I love you too. I love you so much that I want to make you cum for me. You gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Come on, show me how much you love me, cum for me!”

Your body obeyed his desperate pleas, like a taut string snapping inside you as you came, your mouth wide open around a silent scream as pleasure unlike any you’d ever known coursed through your entire body. The world went white and all you knew was him, surrounding you, filling you, loving you as his hips stuttered and he came with a harsh groan buried into your shoulder. You came down from your peak slowly, the pleasure ebbing away gently as your vision gradually came back to you. When you finally came to, you were in Beej’s arms, your head resting against his chest- you were happy to see that his hair was still a beautiful, soft pink. 

“Good morning, baby,” he chuckled, laughing even harder when you slapped playfully at his chest. “How do you feel?”

It wasn’t meant to be a loaded question, but goodness, how did you feel? Worn out, for starters, and a tiny bit sore. But those were minor feelings compared to the overwhelming warmth filling your heart and radiating all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes. The very sight of him, pink and flushed and happy, made your heart race in your chest. The feeling of safety that being in his arms brought you was completely incomparable. You struggled to find the words to describe him, to describe what he did to you, and only one came to mind. Only one word could ever fit when it came to Beetlejuice. With a soft smile, you pressed a kiss to his skin before snuggling closer, lacing your fingers with his. 

“Loved.”

He disappeared for days at a time, usually, and often returned either drunk or roughed up. You never asked what he got up to, and frankly, you didn’t need to know. You were his feeder, and you were comfortable with that.

...Oh who the fuck were you kidding. You adored him, and your heart broke every single time he left. But he made you feel wanted, and sexy, and loved, even if he didn’t actually love you. You could deal with it. You could handle this! 

You couldn’t handle this. 

But again, being with Beetlejuice taught you not to hold onto expectations. You didn’t expect him to, but...maybe he’d exceed them. Someday. 

When he did finally reappear, it’d been 6 days since you’d seen him. He was sober, thankfully, and only a little dirtier since you last saw him, so you figured he hadn’t been up to anything as wild as you expected he usually was. You glanced over your shoulder and smiled at him from your place at the sink, your sudsy hands dutifully scrubbing at a plate. He smirked, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, his fingers spreading out over your tummy. 

“Mm, you smell good, baby,” he purred, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “Been too long since I’ve had you.”

“And whose fault is that, hmm?” you asked slyly, continuing to wash your dirty dishes. “Where’ve you been?” 

“Takin’ care of some Netherworld business, babes, you would not believe how rowdy people can get down there. But now that I’m here...how’s about you let Daddy take care of you?” He trailed kisses over the sensitive skin of your neck, his hands trailing down to your thighs. 

“How’s about you let me take care of these dishes?” you retorted. Of course, you tilted your head to the side to allow him more room for his ministrations. “Some of us have breather responsibilities, you know? Jobs, chores, dishe-mmph.” God, his mouth was fucking sinful. 

“And you wanna be thinkin’ about all that breather shit right now?” he whispered, his breath rushing hotly over your skin. “When you could be thinkin’ about me?” You sighed happily, leaning back fully into his embrace as you wiped the remaining suds onto your jeans. 

“Alright, you hungry bastard, upstairs,” you commanded with a chuckle. With a celebratory whoop, he swung you up into his impatient arms and rushed up the stairs, pressing tiny kisses to your laughing lips. He tossed you unceremoniously onto your bed and crawled on top of you, letting his hands drag over your hips. 

“Mm, you look good enough to eat, snack,” he groaned, nipping at your lower lip. “And I am fucking starving.”

“Better hop to it then, hotshot,” you chuckled breathlessly, already rushing to remove your clothing. “Unless you don’t have it in you?”

And oh, that got the loveliest growl to rumble in his chest, his claws poking dangerously into your skin as he clutched your hips to drag you against him. 

“Don’t fuck with me, feeder,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous and wonderful. “You know what happens when you get bratty.”

“Oh, do I?” you teased. Of course you did, and you needed it right now. “Must’ve forgotten. Why don’t you remind me? Unless you have more ‘Netherworld business’ to deal with...” Beej laughed darkly before snapping his fingers, getting rid of the rest of your clothing. 

“Who gives a fuck about the Netherworld when I have my sweet, warm little feeder who needs a good fuck to remember who she belongs to?” he said with a smirk, spreading your legs open to deeply inhale the absolutely intoxicating scent of your arousal. “Ngh, baby, if I wasn’t already dead, I’d want to die between your fuckin’ legs.”

“Very sexy, babe, Jesus Chriiiiiiiiifuck-” because he buried his face into your pussy and began playing you like a goddamn fiddle, and far be it from you to keep it to yourself. His tongue flicked so perfectly against your clit before he dragged the flat of it up the length of you and you clutched at his hair and groaned because fuck, you missed this. You missed him.

He groaned as he ate you out, digging his sharp fingertips into your thighs as he tasted you greedily. You tasted so sweet, and with every swipe of his tongue he felt crazier and crazier for leaving you alone for so long. 

“Fuck, Beej, so good,” you moaned, grinding your hips into his mouth. 

“Good? Pfft, this is small potatoes, snack cake,” he said, his lips shining with your wetness. “Want Daddy to give you more, hmm?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Say it.”

“Beej...”

“Say it.”

“Daddy, please, I need more!” you groaned, frustrated by the fact that his mouth was so goddamn close but still not touching you. “Wanna cum so badly...wanna feed you...”

“That’s what Daddy likes to hear, sweet thing,” he groaned before diving back in in earnest. He plunged two fingers into you, curling them against the exact right spot while the tip of his tongue circled your clit and you were cumming before you could even process it and-

You heard it before you felt it. As you came, you squirted on the sheets and your thighs and Beetlejuice’s face and you couldn’t stop your legs from shaking. For a moment, he paused, the shock evident on his face as your cum literally dripped from his lips...lips that quickly spread into a gigantic grin.

“Oooooh fuck yes,” he groaned loudly, quickly laving his tongue over your clit as he began to finger you in earnest, pulling a scream from deep in your chest. You were squirting again, and again, and again, and each time Beej just cooed against you, encouraging you to give him just one more. You trembled violently beneath him, each orgasm falling just over the edge of too much, but you fucking loved it. You loved how eager he was to taste you, to practically drink you dry each time you came. You’d never been fucked so well in your life and you couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering incoherently. 

“Beej, fuck, it’s so much...” you mumbled, arching your back as he drove his fingers mercilessly into your G spot. 

“Come on, feeder, one more for me, I know you can, God I love you so fucking much-”

Fuck. Fuck. 

You threw your head back and shrieked as he pulled one last orgasm from your aching body, pleasure mingling with pain as you squirted into his mouth, making him groan as he ground out his own orgasm against the mattress. When he finally pulled his fingers out of you, your sheets were absolutely soaked, as was Beej’s blissed out face and his overworked fingers. His eyes were wide and almost panicked, blinking rapidly as if realizing the exact words that just came out of his mouth. Your chest heaved with every deep breath you took, attempting to center yourself after that onslaught of pleasure and-

“Did you just...?”

“No!” he cried defensively, refusing to meet your gaze as a pink hue crawled its way through his hair. You beamed, feeling your heart swell as his hair betrayed him. You’d never seen it turn pink before. 

“Yes, yes you did! You said you loved me!” you cried out, grabbing at his shoulders to pull him up so you were face to face. 

“OK, so what if I did?” he stammered, hurt finding its way into his voice. “What, you gonna kick me out now? Send me packing because the big bad demon fell in love with yo-”

“I love you too.”

“Because I’ll go, it’s fine, it doesn’t matter how I feel...wait, what?”

“I love you too, you fucking idiot, come here,” you said, pulling him into a firm kiss. You felt the tension in his body melt away as he pressed himself against you, your fingers tangling in his hair. 

“Babes...you really mean it?” he asked as he pulled away. 

“Of course I mean it!” you laughed, rubbing his cheek with the pad of your thumb. “I was afraid you didn’t mean it!”

“Didn’t mean it? Come on, Y/N, have you seen yourself? You’re gorgeous, you’re funny, you’re so goddamn sweet, not to mention that you don’t mind that I’m a demon...how could I not fall for you, sweets?” 

You shook your head in disbelief and dragged him in for another kiss, holding close as your heart beat rapidly in your chest. Everything you wanted was suddenly right in front of you and it overwhelmed you nearly to the point of tears. 

“I love you so much,” you whispered against his lips. He sighed happily, pulling you as close as he could, content to just feel your warmth against you. 

“I love you too, babes...always.”