#beej hc

[razziematazz]

the worst qualities of a cat vs the best cat in the world

[zanebuttumbler]

[youngpettyqueen]

BJ drives terribly all of one time and I latch onto that and go "yeah ur just dogshit at it buddy"

[kittievampire]

Hello! Found your page recently and kicked myself to send in due to mammon and beel brainrot .-.

Anon because the filth req makes me shy lmao

Some ideas for ya (f!mc)

- 69 with Beel, but he's gagged with cloth, poor baby can only use his hands and whatever bit of tongue he can get out

- Exhibitionism and teasing from Mams (Cockwarming at the casino? Fingering on The Fall dance floor? These sound like bad porn titles oops)

- Beel wants a subtle spread leg MC dessert under the table at dinnertime (big hungry demon can't stay quiet and the other brothers def notice)

Also - folks HC that Mams would be too posessive to share MC but imo he'd prioritize MC's pleasure above anything soOoo..

- Sub mammon tied up and only getting kisses/ hj from MC while Beel hits it from the back

- DP with greedyboi and hungryboi (who prefers pussy/ ass? Writer's choice!)

- Beel gets a meal *cough pussy*, while Mams gets a beej

- Overstim feat. both of them, greed and gluttony means orgasms til they're satisfied. Get wrecked mc.

I feel both of them have a praise kink? Both giving and receiving. But this might just be me wanting to give the good boys a treat

*This turned into a long brain dump sorry lol feel free to take or leave any prompts :') My brain is now free and I pass the rot to you

Hoooollllyyyyy

Damn

I just

Damn

Yes

YES

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

Click here if you wanna request!

Warnings: Smut, Switch!Fem!MC x Switch!Beelzebub x Switch!Mammon, Dacryphilia, Bondage, Overstim, Oral (f. receiving), Gagging, Concealed!Public Sex

Enjoy, you horny fucks.

"How you holding up, Beel?"

You gently stroked his large, hard cock with your small, soft hand, placing little kitten licks against the tip that was drooling with precum. His length was coated in your saliva as a result of you happily gagging and drooling all over it when it was in your mouth, as well as the stimulation you were getting from the Avatar of Gluttony's fingers.

You were so cruel.

When he tried to muffle a response through the red cloth that you'd shoved into his mouth, you couldn't help but giggle. You didn't even need to look at him, you could just tell that he was obscenely drooling at the sight of your cunt. You moaned, not only at the feeling of his thumb circling your clit while his fingers thrusted knuckles-deep into you, but also at the thought of how he looked right now.

Were his eyes blown out?

Did he look ready to pounce?

How was he still keeping himself together?

"D-Don't worry, baby, just a little while longer, I promise." You'd said that many times over, and yet, you still haven't given him the privilege of ravaging your pussy like the starving glutton he was. You felt him inch close to your opening and pressed your tongue and lips against his cock, sloppily kissing and drooling all over it once more. "The m-more you struggle, the more time it will take for you to taste me, Beel," You cooed, pushing yourself down against his fingers, earning a lewd squelch sound and for some of your juices to land on his face.

He groaned, and you could hear a low rumble in his stomach.

"Almost done, Beel, promise."

To be quite honest, talking to his opponents, playing poker, and trying to keep you quiet was a lot of work. You were planted on his lap, cock pushed past your folds and the tip snuggled against your cervix.

"Royal Flush, baby! Looks like ya better cough up!" Mammon exclaimed with a snarky grin on his face, bouncing his leg, which caused you to move up and down on his cock. You blushed, biting down on your bottom lip to hold back your noises.

Thankfully, his opponents were too drunk to notice your reaction to his movements. "G'dammit. Double or nothin'!" One of the demons said, to which Mammon threw his head back and cackled.

You almost let out a whine, knowing that one more game means more time that you'd have to sit there and warm his cock, nothing else. Mammon leaned forward, lips close to your ear so he could whisper ever so quietly, "Ya heard that, Treasure?" He gripped your thighs tightly, making sure you wouldn't move. "One more game, yeah? You can last for a while longer, can't ya?"

You shuddered.

Your pussy was aching to be thoroughly fucked, and at this point, you wouldn't care if he bent you over the table. But you didn't want to disobey him.

Your walls clenched around his cock and he grunted. He pecked your cheek. "Good girl," He cooed before turning back to face his opponents.

Beel completely caught you off-guard.

You honestly didn't expect him to grab your thighs from under the table and push them apart, nor did you expect for him to be under the table in the first place. You looked down, eyes wide in shock as he pulled down your panties. He looked up at you and smiled sweetly before attaching his lips to your cunt.

It was all happening way too fast, and you were at the table having dinner! With his brothers, no less!

You nearly choked as you felt him drag his tongue lazily over your folds, a shudder running down your spine as a dark blush formed on your face. You clenched your teeth to suppress a gasp, covering your mouth as your eyes darted over toward the brothers.

Thankfully, Mammon was causing a bit of a ruckus at the dinner table, so none of their eyes were on you at the moment.

Beel's grip on your thighs only tightened as you squirmed, shoving his tongue into your cunt, groaning softly as he got a taste of your walls. You muffled a whimper into your hand as you closed your eyes, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit to further stimulate you. He wanted the sweetness of your release, and he wanted it as soon as possible. The lewd slurping against your cunt, as well as your soft whimpers, only made it through your fuzzy head when you looked up to see six pairs of eyes staring you down.

I'm gonna go ahead and make the three-ways in a seperate part. I'll link it once it's posted, but I hope you liked it, anon!

Masterlist

[raz-writes-the-thing]

third masterlist

this masterlist is open (has not hit the link limit). please see masterlist masterpost for more works.

fandoms are in alphabetical order.

BAD SAMARITAN

Cale Erendreich x Reader

One-Shots

Who's In Danger Now? - (GN!Reader)

Cale forgot about your birthday and now he's the one in danger

BEETLEJUICE

Betelgeuse x Reader

Drabbles

Cold Comforts - (GN!Reader)

You have a headache and Beej does his best to offer you some comfort.

A Little Passion - (GN!Reader) 18+

All you want to see is some goddamn passion- is that too much to ask for?

One-Shots

A Rather Short and Sharp Descent - (AFAB!GN!Reader) 18+

When you'd struck a deal with the demonic ghost, you'd not expected to fall for him. Perhaps less so, you hadn't expected to be tumbling quite down this path...

Ashes to Ashes - (GN!Reader) 18+

Beej does not love it when you talk to strangers at the bar. He likes it even less when you laugh at their jokes.

CALL OF DUTY

Captain John Price x Reader

Headcanons

GN!Reader with hurt knees

Drabbles

For Now, At Least - (GN!Reader)

It's the best kind of surprise when John comes home earlier than you expect.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Headcanons

GN!Reader with hurt knees

Drabbles

Still - (Fem!Reader) 18+

Simon's always paying attention. Even when you think he's not.

DOCTOR WHO

How the Doctors help reader with a headache (10th-15th)

Tenth Doctor x Reader

Headcanons

Dom HCs (nsfw)

Dark!Tenth Doctor x Reader

Drabbles

Would He? - (GN!Reader)

You're not convinced the Doctor is a big fan of aftercare.

Eleventh Doctor x Reader

One-Shots

Star-Crossed - (GN!Reader)

You and the Doctor find out that neither of you are on the same page when it comes to defining your relationship.

Fourteenth Doctor x Reader

Fourteenth Doctor Smut HCs

Fifteenth Doctor x Reader

Drabbles

Pretty Faces - (GN!reader)

based on the prompt "spells".

GOOD OMENS

Crowley x Reader

Drabbles

These Old Things - (GN!Reader)

Crowley has a bit of a self-revelation when his wings pop out upon seeing you.

MARVEL

Logan Howlett x Reader

Headcanons

Pet name HCs

Wade "Deadpool" Wilson x Reader

Headcanons

Pet name HCs

Drabbles

The Way Down - (GN!Reader)

You have this game, Wade and you, where you like to live out the beginning of your relationship over again as some kinky fuck-fest. If only the cops weren't so insistent on ruining your fun.

SUPERNATURAL

Team Free Will x Reader

Headcanons

TFW + Gabe with pets

Crowley x Reader

Drabbles

Blood Red Blooms - (GN!Reader)

You've had a great day and are just happy to see your love.

WALKING DEAD (THE)

Negan Smith x Reader

One-Shots

Your Time - (GN!Reader) 18+

You reminisce over your relationship with Negan and look towards the day to come. Based on the prompt "memory."

[obsessive-ego]

First off, I really enjoy your Beetlejuice x reader HCs. They make me smile!

Secondly, it's hot as hell where I live and all I can imagine is Y/N and Lydia leaning against BJ like an ice pack during a heat wave.

Thanks!

It's hot as hell here too, the air is hot, wet, and heavy

You knew beetlejuice was cold, the ghoul was constantly up in your personal space, pinching you, groping you, and occasionally sitting on your lap

It just never occurred to you to take advantage of it when summer rolled around, that is until you say Lydia full-on leaning against him while she was trying to read

"Comfy?" You snort out a laugh. You knew the two were good friends, but Lydia wasn't exactly the touchy type. Did she lose a bet?

"Ac is out," she grumbles, trying not to give beetlejuice the satisfaction

"And?" You gesture

"If you can stand the smell, beetlejuice is the next best thing"

The demon snorts out a laugh. "Come on, kid, I ain't that rank, besides y/n loves it"

Lydia rolls her eyes in teenage disgust and goes back to reading. You shrug the join the two on the couch, sitting on the other side of beej. You weren't even touching him, but you could feel a slight chill radiating off him.

Before you could say anything, the ghoul pulls you into a sideways hug, pressing you tightly against his body

"Whoa toots you are sweaty, so how's bout you let old Mr beebleboose cool ya down♡" he purrs nuzzling his beard into your neck

"There's a child present!" Lydia pipes up causing beetlejuice to groan and pull away.

"I'll help you out when the rugrat heads to bed♡" he whispers in your ear, his hand dropping to your thigh. You give the ghoul a light shove out of embarrassment

As embarrassing as it is, having a ice cold demon to cuddle with on those hot summer nights is an absolute blessing

[beetled-juice]

Do you have any sfw fluff hc's for MusicalJuice? Maybe even light nsfw like kissing, making out, Beej being pretty handy with reader, etc?

I love your writing so much, I wish I was able to write and share my writing like you and others in this fandom!

Hello! I really appreciate that you like my writing, thank you so much! I've honestly never been one to really create and share content outside of little circles of friends, but this fandom has just been so incredible and full of so many amazing people that inspire me every day!

I've always believed that any writing is better than no writing, especially when it comes to fandom. Not all of us have the skill or capacity to be full-fledged fic writers, but that doesn't mean we can't share our little bullet lists and notes app drabbles! You and everyone else can absolutely share anything, and I guarantee that myself and many others will love it.

Now, onto the hc's! I'm gonna throw it under the cut since it's a longer read, and as always I'm using a gender neutral reader ♡

Fluff HC's For Musicaljuice:

Right off the bat, it needs to be said that this guy loves whenever you treat him like a living person. Whether this means serving him his own plate at dinner or offering him a blanket during movie night, he absolutely adores it. At first he thought it was just you forgetting that he wasn't actually alive, but after a while he realized it was just how you showed people you cared about them!

He refuses to admit it, but it took him a ridiculously long time to figure out why every meal or drink you made for him was so much better than anything he or anyone else made. You'd patiently walked him through the steps of making tea just the way he liked it multiple times, but no matter what he did it just didn't taste the same. He'd complained about it to you, and without hesitating you'd offered to always make it for him. That was the moment he realized he was in love with you.

Unfortunately for your kitchen, this revelation was immediately followed up with him making several attempts to return the favor by cooking for you. Attempt is the key word, because nothing he made was edible, he somehow caught your electric kettle on fire, and mysteriously all of your dishcloths have vanished into the ether. The final straw was him putting a metal bowl into your (now deceased) microwave, and electrocuting himself when he reached into the still-powered device to pull the bowl out through the closed door. Once he'd stopped throwing sparks, you'd carefully pulled him into a standing position while informing him that he was forever banned from using your kitchen ever again. Before he could get too upset, however, you'd placed a kiss on his scruffy cheek and thanked him for the effort. His hair didn't lose its pink hue for the rest of the evening.

SPEAKING OF PINK - this guy will start having pink pop up in his hair at the most seemingly random times, and this ratchets up to a 10 once y'all start dating. A simple touch or smile has pink settling into his patches of moss. A kiss or hug sends it up through his beard and into the roots of his hair. The most surefire way to get him to turn completely pink, though, is to use his name - you're the only person he lets call him Lawrence, and it gets an instant reaction every time you do. For so long he'd hated the way his name sounded in the mouths of others, mostly because the only person who ever used it was his mother. But when you say it, it's gentle, warming, like coming home. You don't say it often, preferring to use it only when the moment is right, but when you do it'll result in an immediate hug (and probably more).

Now his hugs? Simply the best. You could be having the shittiest day possible and one long hug from him makes it all better. He loves getting to hug you, no matter the circumstances, and if he can get away with it then he'll be hugging you whenever possible. He also has several preferred hugging methods, that way he can adapt to any situation. He loves to hug you from behind while you're cooking or working on the computer, especially if he can wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face against your neck. Bear hugs where his large frame seems to envelope you completely? He does them daily (oftentimes more than once). Side hugs where he pulls you close and wraps an arm around you are always fair game, especially if you're around others or just chilling on the couch. He loves having you close by and tucked against him, no matter what's going on - any excuse to pull you in for a hug, he'll take it.

Hopefully you don't mind sharing a bed with an octopus, because he'll do his best impression of one every. damn. night. Good luck getting up to use the bathroom at 3am, because this guy isn't gonna let you go easily. Sometimes a kiss to wake him up is enough, but other times you have to elbow him in the ribs or kick him in the shins to finally be released from his grip.

And oh man you better invest in some ear plugs - this guy snores like a freight train, only this freight train has a penchant for settling in right against your damn ear. When he first started sharing a bed with you (long before you guys were dating, completely uninvited) he was silent, hardly daring to breathe lest you decide to kick him out. Eventually, after you'd agreed to let him stay, he started actually sleeping at night. He doesn't really need to, and you suspect he does it because it feels more human, but he insists he gets the "best" dreams about you when he sleeps pressed up against you. You interpret this as sex dreams, especially since he would waggle his eyebrows and make honking noises when he said it, but what he actually had were more like daydreams about being with you and his family for the rest of time. Okay, and also sex dreams. He's a highly sexual being after all, and he does love an orgy.

Once you'd agreed to (read: "given up fighting him on") his sharing your bed, hands would absolutely wander if given half a chance. Whether this is an arm slung a little low around your waist or a leg sticking between your own just a little too much, he'll take what he can get. If you established a hard boundary, however, he was pretty good about not pushing it. As soon as you guys started seeing each other, however, all bets were off - any chance he got, he'd have a hand up your shirt or in between your thighs. He wasn't necessarily trying to start something every time, he just genuinely enjoyed being able to touch you in such an intimate way. It's also not his fault that breathers are warmest at their cores - if your crotch wasn't so damn toasty he wouldn't be putting his hands there! (<- he's lying, that's a lie, he totally would be)

Finally, the thing he's least likely to admit to is that he loves when you're holding him. He loves laying with his head on your lap, or with his back pressed to your front and your arms wrapped securely around his middle. He also loves when you hug him close and let him press his face into your throat - yes he usually has to contort himself to do it, but it feels so nice to simply be held and listen to your heartbeat while ignoring the rest of the world. On his worst days he can always go to you for comfort, and even if he won't necessarily ask you for it directly, it's the one thing he craves most.

[musical-shit-show]

hay i was wondering could you do some cuddling hc with musical juice?

Oooh I sure can!

First off, Beetlejuice is clingy. We all see how touch-starved he is in the musical, so this would definitely translate when he’s in bed with a partner.

The first time he slept over, he practically jumped at the chance to cuddle up next to you.

Like, literally jumped into your bed, the springs bouncing under his weight as he eyed you up and down.

“Beej,” you said, “Remember what we talked about?”

He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms like a petulant child.

“Yes,” he muttered, a small smirk spreading across his face, “Just hand stuff…”

You giggled, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Beej”

“Fine! Fine,” he conceded, patting the empty space next to him, “I guess I can control myself for tonight. But you aren’t making it easy, ya know.”

He loves to wrap his arms around whoever he’s with (maybe even growing a few extra if he feels particularly handsy) and pulls you as close as physically possible.

He’ll play with your hair, soothing you as you fall asleep in his arms.

But don’t get it twisted, homie LOVES being the little spoon too and will make you switch positions at some point in the night.

You will also find yourself playing with his hair, as it gradually shifts from its normal vibrant green to a soft pink color.

Even though he doesn’t need to sleep, Beetlejuice relishes in the closeness to you while you slumber and will find himself drifting off into a pseudo-nap.

Morning cuddling is his favorite, because that’s when you’re the most peaceful.

Beetlejuice would never admit it to you, be he savors the stillness that comes with the first few hours of the day.

It’s also when you’re the warmest, and since Beetlejuice ran cold, he loved feeling your body heat mixing with the early morning sunlight filtering through your room.

Listening to your steady breathing calmed him – so much so that he felt his chest rising and falling in tandem with you from time to time, despite not needing to breathe for close to a millennia.

He loves to bury his face into the nape of your neck, the stubble on his cheeks tickling you awake.

Even after you’re up and nearly ready to start your day, he’ll pull you in closer, nuzzling you until you finally gave in to spending a few more minutes in bed with him.

💚

thanks for the headcanon request! this was really fun to work on :)

[katslitterbox]

I've decided that critterjuice au is gonna be awesome

Ive still gotta develop my hcs for Delia and Charles but like

Omg

Ehehehe

Im probably not gonna write abt it cause I suck at writing (factual) but I'll doodle it sometime if I want

It heavily involves beej being able to sizeshift bc it's a fun thing to play around with and I just think it would be cool

Also beej is a big ol dragon guy (idk if there's a more technical term for what he'd be but like eh) when he's not his silly humanoid self or his critter self

Aka he only go big dragon when he mega big emotion

And he for sure hid in the houses walls until they found him stealing a few cheese puffs about half his size (he smol)

[micsmasmuses]

Human Beetlejuice AU

Tw; for drug use and depression / body image issues

Name: Lawrence “Betelgeuse / Beetlejuice” Shoggoth

Age: 37

Pronouns: He / Him

Sexual Orientation: pansexual

Face Claim: Justin Collette / Alex Brightman as Dewey Finn in School of Rock

- Small Overview -

Lawrence is a history of music teacher / professor who’s currently trying to find something he’s more passionate about ( he loves music but he thinks his students are a bore ) while living with his room mates the Maitlands who support him with his creative decisions. He pays rent and helps around the house so they help him when they can.

He can get into funks at times. Mostly hanging with friends who is mainly just Lydia who is the daughter of their neighbor. She enjoys bothering him but they ended up becoming friends instead.

He can be kinda bratty and whiney, but at least it’s easy to tell his mood right?

———

Headcanons

This is where the tw’s come in

• Lawrence teaches mainly the guitar but he does know how to play piano and drums. He usually keeps that to himself though, mainly because it’s usually classical and he likes to not be seen as a nerd despite being a music history professor.

• During his teens and college years he was in a really bad crowd. That crowd led to him trying coke and messing with some other substances, experimenting a lot to get inspiration here and there. He mainly smokes pot now but if he’s ever in that depressed lonely pit again he might end up relapsing and taking again. He can also be easily influenced if no one keeps an eye on him. The Maitlands are the main reason he’s clean now.

• Depression came during college before he met Barbara and Adam. He did a lot of binge eating, he eats when he’s sad. So he’s not incredibly confident because he saw that who would want him at such a low. But when Adam and Barbara practically scooped him up and took him into their home. Lawrence and Adam met in his last year college who then introduced him to his wife Barbara. He owes it to them with how they motivated him and took him in since he ended up part of the family so easily. Hes slowly gaining confidence over his looks again. So he’s trying with help.

• Lawrence gets the nickname Beetlejuice in High school considering his middle name is Betelgeuse and well the movie / cartoon as well. He didn’t mind it so most call him Bj or Law, or Beej.

• He still has an awful relationship with his mother which of course led him to that bad crowd. He completely cut her off after moving to NY with the Maitlands. He never knew his father as his mother raised him on her own mainly. He doesn’t talk to any of his family anymore though. He stays with his now found family. Mainly because he sees Lydia as his daughter. Taking her under his wing when he met her outside their apartment building. So he’s very overprotective of her. He’s also trying to be good for Lydia as well. She needs him because who else is going to take care of and listen to that girl?

• Small hc bc I couldn’t make up my mind with whose eye color I want to use. So I’m giving Lawrence heterochromia, his right being Alex’s Brown/Green color and the left being Justin’s Blue 💙.

[swimmingclassicrockpizzawombat]

Beejie's Hearty Panties

Beetlejuice x (Gender Neutral) Reader

Warning: Fluff, NSFW super cringy and nonsensical. BAD WRITING I NEVER SAID I COULD WRITE.

So, we had a discussion of Beej's underwear on the discord channel out of the blue. Starting with @beetled-juice stating that he hc that if Beej (rarely) wears underwear it'd be stripped boxers much like his suit and me adding that I personally headcanon he has 3 kinds of boxers:

1. Striped ratty ones

2. Ones with little green beetles as a pattern

3. One with sandworms/sandy

(and ToonJuice would have one of those cheesy white with red hearts ones)

Later he suggested that MusicalJuice has this heart boxers but they changed color along with his hair and I was possessed by the inspo goblin out of nowhere and wrote... Whatever this is...

Note: I wrote it in a haze. Idk what this is or what I wrote and it may not make sense or be ooc, also I'm not good at writing smut/have never done it before (so I may or may not polish it and finish it) but the inspo gremlin possessed me and I entered a trance of writing for the past half hour and now you guys have this

Usually when it's really hot outside he'll cuddle you either by spooning you or resting your head against his chest.

And before this he will usually strip himself down to his boxers to keep you cool against his skin. He will either wear only boxers and be completely shirtless or maybe wear an oversized shit you gave him.

One time he did jokingly try to strip himself down completely (hoping to run his dick against you or just to be as close to you as possible) and yes he's a very sexual being, but... And DON'T TELL LYDS ABOUT THIS BUT... HE CAN BE SOFT TOO AND JUST WANT REGULAR CUDDLES SOMETIMES!!!

So for your sake and the sake of just wanting cuddles he will usually wear at the very least his boxers when he cuddles you. ("See Babs? I CAN be a gentleman!!!! >:(" - Beej).

~~besides, in any case that he got horny there can be something incredibly erotic about something constricting him~~

Anyways!

It was a night like this sometime ago that you first saw them.

You didn't know what you were expecting to find underneath his stripped suit the first time he striped himself down to his underwear to cuddle you. Maybe, some equally ratty and stripped boxers? Maybe absolutely nothing other than his dick like the perv he was?

And true, over time you did encounter those two things... Unsurprisingly... ("am I that predictable????" UnU).

And over time you also learned that he had a thing for boxers with patterns, you supposed he found them comforting? You recall once seeing him wearing boxers with a printed pattern of little green beetles (which you found adorable) and another time with a pair of boxers with sandworms.

(Where he got those very specific boxers you had no idea).

But the last thing you were expecting him to wear one night was STEREOTYPICAL CHEESY WHITE PANTIES WITH RED HEARTS... well not quite, the hearts were black, but they were cheesy panties nonetheless.

He caught you staring at them dumbfounded when he had first wore them in front of you.

"Like what you see, baby?"

You were still unable to talk from the shock and from trying not to laugh.

"I bet you'll like what's underneath even more, wink wink" (yes he said wink wink like the dork he is)

He said wriggling his eyebrows at you trying to look suggestive but failing and looking like a total dork instead, and you could hold it back no longer.

You burst out laughing from how ridiculous this was.

"What, can't the ghost with the most express how he feels about his little breather through his underwear?"

He started to walk towards you doing a super dorky dance.

"STOOOOP" you said trying to contain the laughter, and throwing a pillow at him. However that didn't deter him and soon he was on top of you laying little pecks all across your face and rubbing his beard across your cheek while tickling you and laughing as well.

After that the laughter eventually died out and you two settled down in bed ready to sleep (not before calling him a dork and he kissed you goodnight!). And that was that. You never payed heed to those boxers after that. He wore them a few times after but that was it...

Or so you thought.

It had been a while since that occurrence. In fact you almost forgot he even owned those boxers!

That was until one fateful night when you were cuddling in the couch and watching some random movie you both decided to put on.

You were laying on top of him, your head resting on his chest, running your fingers through his chest hair, his shirt slightly unbottoned, his sleeves rolled up, ~~how he knew you liked it~~ and his suit's blazer long forgotten, discarded somewhere else.

At some point you looked up at him.

He was engrossed with the movie and either running his fingers softly through your hair, almost massaging your head, or rubbing you back.

There was something about how peaceful he looked and how sexy handsome he was just laying there, like that.

And when you moved to adjust yourself, accidently grinding against his crotch there was something in the way he groaned that you couldn't ignore.

One thing led to another and before you knew it you were both making out on the couch and undressing each other.

You ran your fingers over him slowly caressing him and trying to kiss every spot of his body before reaching his pants.

You even left a few bites on his tummy.

You decided to follow his happy trail as you unbottoned his pants and that's when you saw them.

You took his pants down to get a better look (and he kicked them off him).

It was the same heart boxers he had worn before.

But something was different.

The hearts were now a bright pink not to mention the bulge under them.

You were a bit confused at first... Did he have more than one pair of heart panties? If do why hadn't you seen them?

Until it dawned on you

You went back to kissing his tummy paying special attention to his happy trail.

While he wriggled under you and whimpered desperately. All his body hair by now a mix of magenta and bright pink.

And when you slowly slid the boxers down ~~earning you more desperate whimpers and the ocasional "please babes"~~ you confirmed your theory that the hearts in the boxers had changed color to now match the pink of his bushy hair below.

Who would've thought even his underwear changed according to his mood? ❤️

[youngpettyqueen]

ive tried a few times now and I gotta say it. BJ Goes to Maine as a concept- the way ive seen it executed the most- really just doesnt work for me

[itsdefinitely]

Do you have any hc's for Beej? Of any kind?

OH BOY DO I

uses he/it

has adhd

hates fireworks (will hide under something)

will eat anything (including non-edible things)/doesnt bother to unwrap things

trans beej trans beej trans beej

doesnt technically need to sleep/eat/drink but likes to

really likes pets (and animals that would almost be considered pets, like foxes + raccoons)

he lives in the basement (or just stores his stuff there)

i wrote a description for his room so i guess that counts

gets along with:

lydia (instant best friends)

delia (gossip buddies)

the maitlands (they take a while to get used to him)

charles (by proxy)

beetlejuice's capabilities include:

shapeshifting/transmutation

flight

fire

teleporting + making things appear out of thin air which is basically the same thing

MOOD RING HAIR (does that count as a hc?) + its hair can be more than one color at a time (for example, half green half purple)

aaaannnd thats all i can think of right now. some of these are kinda widespread but i wanted to write them down anyway. i have some lydia ones (not as many tho) if youre interested

[juicedbeetle]

random fun hc that beej experiences many of his emotions physically too like say, getting a stomachache if he's nervous or headache if overwhelmed

[remyfire]

listen i am so here for kink hcs

but im gonna b real all i end up thinking about if i go down that road is Hawkeye getting absolutely decimated by charles or bj or both and i feel like im insane bc the thing is I just know in my heart that bj and charles would b a terror if they had a common goal i just know it (and i mean im here for everyone else too but it's just these guys that have me in a chokehold currently and it's all bc of ur screenshots)

NO SEE BUT YOU GET ME. YOU GET ME.

You activated my brain and got me really driven rn so let me just. This is JUST ABOUT MY ITERATIONS OF THESE BOYS, lemme say that real quick because I don't want to make anyone feel upset at me. The way I write these boys, I prefer to put Beej and Hawk in relationships with additional people because holy hell, the way that I write them has a way to become dangerously codependent and unsustainable and not healthy and just. Not good for either of them for longterm healing and happiness!! So I love taking two characters who are, to me, undeniable soulmates and seeing how they play with others because I feel like otherwise, they will just absorb each other in a terrible way, and they need another romantic and/or sexual influence to keep them from falling into it.

And Charles is so very good for that. He adores them both. They challenge him. All three of them keep each other on their toes. They are all better as the sum of their parts. And that is just absolutely devastating in the bedroom.

Especially because we see repeatedly that BJ and Charles when put together are delighted and frustrated by each other in equal measures, and when they try to play contrary power games, it only ends when they have an outside party that refocuses them on target. And then, god, I think of fucking Dupree, right, and how seamlessly without any real discussion, they sync up perfectly to make him no longer an issue for either of them, just BAM. Mind meld.

They are terrible at power games against each other. They are glorious at power games with Hawkeye at the center. I think there's some mild bickering because Beej always assumes he knows Hawk best, and Charles assumes he knows everything best, and it's the neediness (affectionate) of Hawk—his constant desire to be seen, to know that he's taking up space, that he's real—that would draw them back in again and again. Hawk's not gonna sit there patiently and wait for them to play nice. He's gonna make them fucking get back down to business.

You're so right. They would decimate the hell out of him, and one day I really need to write it—

[beetled-juice]

👀👀 would love to hear those "true form" beej headcanons if youre in the mood to share.........!!

@bunnys-beetlejuice-blog I'm always in the mood to share! Though I should clarify that my true form concepts for beej can be on the graphic side, since I enjoy taking each beetlejuice canon and thinking "how can I make this into genuine horror?". So I'm going to throw this under a read more, just to be safe!

These hc's are for musical!juice specifically - I have others for toonjuice and keatlejuice. This also isn't complete by any means - I have pages upon pages of writing on google docs about this stuff, so I'm trying to condense!

Netherworld Form - Dead is the New Sexy

So to start, I should also clarify that I personally view musical!juice as a vessel of sorts, a form that allows him to exist on earth as opposed to in the netherworld. Because of this, I think there are two distinct "versions" of beej's true form - one is the vessel / form you would see upon entering the netherworld with him, while the other is the demonic eldritch horror that he crams into said form(s).

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Whenever you go to the netherworld with him, he becomes like a walking corpse - more than normal, that is. Think skin rotting and sloughing off, joints twisted in unnatural positions, perhaps even internal organs trying to become external. It's not entirely clear how he can even move, or how he doesn't just disintegrate into piles of rotten 'juice with a voice, but somehow he manages to shove his mangled body around in a way that's not too dissimilar to that of a zombie movie. If you're used to the mossy and stinky demon as seen in the musical, this would be an immediate shove into a harsher reality - he looks like he's been decomposing for months, and nothing can help with the smell.

This can become even more devastating if we base his backstory for death more on movie canon than musical canon (i.e that he hung himself instead of Lydia stabbing him through the tit), because just like everyone else in the netherworld, he'll be unable to hide the evidence of how he died. In this case, you'd see the ring of bruising left behind, and the shift of the cervical vertebrae under what's left of his skin from where they broke.

The Cosmic Eldritch Horror We Know and Love

Overall, I think of him as having the keatlejuice makeup/effects, but taken to the extreme. Depending on how much I want to crank up the angst factor, I may or may not include the hanging aspect.

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This is where I kind of go off the rails in terms of very specific imagery. Have you seen the posts about what depictions of biblical angels would look like, but also the fact that they would try to mate with a telephone/power line? Or the post that’s about how cosmic entities using vessels to interact with humanity is like finger painting? That's beej's true form in a nutshell.

One of the things made very evident in the musical is that the netherworld is a dark place - literally! So I think it would be infinitely more horrifying if the demon trying to give you a little smooch stalking you through the vast abyss was a brilliant, glowing white - like a spotlight turned to its maximum setting, humming with power and electricity and impossible to look at directly. This also makes the name Betelgeuse more fitting - was he named after the star, or was the star named after him?

If you can manage a glimpse of him without blinding yourself, you'll see he's very big - easily dwarfing anyone or anything around him. You'll also notice that he doesn't move quite right. He doesn't walk, but he doesn't float either, instead making a weird lurching dragging motion that sounds like knives scraping on a plate. Don’t let this fool you though, because if necessary he moves like a lightning strike: fast and deadly and gone in a flash.

One of the interesting things about beej in this form is that he can’t really speak so much as convey thoughts and ideas - he has to be very careful though, or he could quickly overload your brain and leave some damage. In your head, he sounds the same as he normally does (if not a little base boosted), but his actual voice? The stuff of nightmares. Lack of speech doesn’t mean lack of sound, and even when he’s utterly silent he gives off a headache-inducing version of the hum you hear from the fluorescent lights at a gas station in the dead of night. Sometimes he sounds like rolling thunder and rattling glass, other times it’s infernal hell-speech and a wailing that makes your bones ache.

One of the unfortunate truths of being a demon is that over the course of millennia, he’s had to fight for his place in the pecking order. There are spots where he shines a little dimmer, his form marred by the thick bands of scars left behind by demons of old (primarily, his mother). Some still weep like open wounds, pouring thick black ooze that sizzles and burns against anything it touches. Only time can heal these - time on a scale living beings could never comprehend.

Even before you could see or hear him, you’ll catch the scent of ozone and the sharp tang of frozen metal on your tongue. You’ll feel an unease blanket you, your body and mind screaming at you to run, but you won’t be able to fight the feeling of heaviness that weighs your body down and anchors your feet to the floor. Out of everything, this is the part he hates the most - even if he just wants to be near someone, his very presence in this form forces them to seek a way to escape. That’s why it’ll be a rare instance to experience Beetlejuice’s true form - he’ll do everything in his power to keep from exposing it to anyone he cares about.