#rbs on TENTATIVELY. if you all can BEHAVE

[biracy]

[betelgeuse-boo]

Anything (a fic or a Headcanon set) for a reader sending Beej to the Netherworld (or at least like the background where he can’t do much) and giving him a good tease? Stripping down to a skimpy outfit with some subtle references to his outfit, (stripes) getting some edgeplay, all while watching him in a mirror or something; grinning at the frustration on his face? And when it all becomes too much they say his name, bringing him out

ooh this is some good stuff!

(i’ll be answering headcanon asks directly and just not put them in the main x reader tags, i’ll ask that anyone who rb’s does the same thing)

beej was the one that asked you if you could tease him in this way first

you were, at first, a little surprised. beetlejuice, your beetlejuice, wanted to be edged? he wasn’t exactly the most patient person but....okay.

using some weird incantation he taught you, you banish him into your bedroom mirror. without you summoning him, he won’t be able to get out. he’s more than okay with this, and at this point, he’s already getting hard with anticipation.

you admittedly find yourself fairly turned on at the reality of him watching you like this too

“remember, no touching yourself,” you instruct him, a bit sterner than you thought you could be, and he nods, hands up against the glass separating him from you

you begin to strip for him, peeling your clothes off garment by garment at an achingly slow pace

lots of hip movements while taking your clothes off, of course.

by the time your shirt is halfway off, he’s already squirming and his chest is heaving. of course, his hair is all pink at this point

“are you wanting out?” you ask him, almost teasingly, knowing he’ll say no. you’re right, he says no, and you continue on

by the time you’re in your underwear and nothing else, he swears he’s about to cum himself unassisted

your underwear is striped- a clear visual reference to him. his hand goes to his crotch as he sees you standing there, looking immaculate, wearing underwear that he can only think remind you of him, but you correct him

“remember what i said earlier?”

he drops his hand and whines, face redder than you’ve ever seen it and pitching a huge tent in his pants

you move over, closer to him, and press various parts of your body against your end of the mirror

he’s legit biting at his lip, trembling hard. you can’t do anything to stop him from touching himself, he knows that, but he wants to listen to you anyways

you do another little dance for him before playing with your body and eventually beginning to touch yourself, saying how you wish it was him doing it

at this, he practically explodes, tears welling up in his eyes from how amazing the buildup of arousal inside him feels, which is when he makes the switch and starts begging you to summon him

“hmm...you’re not convincing me, beej, can you run that by me again?”

“please baby, please, i wanna’ cum so bad, please-“

now that was pretty. after he keeps sputtering out your praises, you say his name three times

he’s instantly against you, kissing you and whining against your skin as he’s rutting himself against you, content in basically dry humping you

of course, you wrap your arms around him and tell him how good and well behaved he was

he cums quick like. 15 seconds of pressure and he tenses against you, bear hugging you, and sobbing due to how good it feels for him

after he slumps slightly, you laugh at him “seriously?”

he laughs back and goes to lay on the bed, obviously winded “yea, that’s how sexy you are, babes”