#beetlejuice praise

[blackberries45]

Okayy I’m back haha, thank you so much for your response and absolutely please don’t feel pressured to if you’re not comfortable but could I request Beetlejuice just like talking you through it and giving praise😭😭 I’m a sucker for him honestly 🖤

Sooooo absolutely just ignore this if it's not what you asked for and or sucks 🤣 I am so sorry this took so long and also that it turned into a short fic. Thank you so much for asking this 🖤

I'd also like thank @hederasgarden for letting me kinda circle and be encouraging. @liquidloz and @84reedsy for reading it and saying it wasn't trash and @the--blackdahlia for fixing the crazy amount of formatting errors and weirdness because I got on a roll finally and everything went out the window.

Brava Ragazza

Notes: I'm terrified to read it again because I'll probably delete it from over thinking, so best of luck 😅

Warnings: smut, thigh riding, praise

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You sat on the floor staring at the TV. It had been too long of a day, and you were completely vegging out now. Your elbows were resting on your coffee table, and your head was between your hands. You couldn't even tell what was actually on because you were just staring at this point. A solid hour had probably gone by, and you hadn’t moved a muscle. You did know instantly, however, when he was sitting behind you on the couch.

 “Hey,” it was so blasé. “Do you need something?” you asked him without even turning around.

 “No, but you do. Make me stick around for a minute."

 “Ok,” you said, still staring at the TV and not really giving it much thought. You melted yourself down so your head was just resting on your arm across the table as you lazily said his name three times. Now you were aware you were watching Friends, sideways. 

Not caring to reposition, you started speaking without much thought. “I'm surprised you're around today. You seemed rather jealous of that guy I had over a few nights ago.” 

Before you had time to realize what was happening, your head was being yanked backward by your ponytail into Beetlejuice’s crotch, now looking upside down at him. He blew a puff of smoke in your face. 

“I don't get jealous babes. Now come up here so I can show you why,” he released your head but you were sitting back up too slowly for him. Snap! You were suddenly straddling his left thigh. The quick motion caught you off guard and your arms fell forward to grab his shoulders to steady yourself. His eyebrow raised in amusement, 

“You good?” he asked as he slightly turned his head to take another drag of his cigarette. “Now here's what's going to happen,” he slowly blew out the smoke. “I'm going to have you grind yourself as hard as you can into my thigh. I'm going to show you why I can do more just sitting here than that little shit could have done with his whole body.” 

“But Beej, I didn't even sleep with him!” You started to protest. 

“Yeah honey but you wanted to.” The protest on your face quickly dropped, you know he was right. You didn't really care about the guy you honestly by that point just wanted to get off but it never worked out. He was way too annoying and the embarrassment the next morning wouldn't have been worth it. You started to protest again but this time your voice came out quietly 

“I think I'm too heavy to be on  you like this and..” 

“The fuck you talking about? I'm literally a..” 

“And also,” you interrupted him, “This is really exposing. And we haven't even done anything before. I honestly didn't even know you could do anything” That sent him into the ultimate rage. He snapped again and you were naked except for your bra. “Oh my god!” You started to push yourself up to get off him but he grabbed you by the waist and slammed you back down onto his thigh. The instant hard pressure against your pubic bone sent tiny sparks up to your stomach, but you started to say his name in protest again. “Beetle…” Snap! Your mouth was sewn shut. 

“Oh no honey, we are way past that.” His eyes went from blue to dark stormy gray. “Move!” you looked at him with giant wide eyes and slightly shook your head. He got it now. You weren't protesting because it was him. You just didn't know what to do.

“Oh! You are such a good girl that you haven't done something like this before, is that it?” you nodded your head but also gave away with your eyes that you liked when he called you a good girl. He picked up on it instantly. He slowly looked at you from your exposed flesh on his striped suit-covered pant leg, all the way up to your eyes, and then stared into them intently.

 “I want you to move your hips and grind down like I’m fucking you.” Your eyes widened and your cheeks wet dark red. He put his hand up to your cheek and rubbed his thumb across your bottom lip stitches, as he softened his eyes for a split second before commanding.  “Move.”

You swallowed harshly as his hand left your cheek and rested on your hip bone. The sensation of his cool hand on what felt like your now burning skin helped you to get a little nerve back. 

You held onto his shoulders as you started to just slowly move your hips. Beej slightly leaned back again against the couch making it harder for you to hold on to his shoulders, causing you to lean more forward. This caught the front of you right up against him where you hadn't felt yet. A little noise escaped your throat.  

“You're being such a good girl for me,” Beetlejuice sneered. A cigarette appeared back in his hand again. He could tell that it was hitting your clit this time and how hard you were trying not to let your eyes show it. His grip on your hip grew harder and he started pushing you back and pulling you forward, setting a pace for you to match. As tiny noises started coming up your throat, he started to darkly and lowly laugh. 

Annoyance at your circumstance and now him laughing at it caused you to let go of his shoulders. Your right hand landed right between the crease of his leg and pelvis. You squeezed him, causing him to jerk slightly. Your left hand reached for his tie. Gripping it and yanking him to your face you glared at him. With your mouth still stitched shut and your eyelids heavy, half from the heat that was building in you and half from the hatred you had for Beej at the moment, you almost looked as menacing as he did. The whole thing however was getting Beetlejuice more and more turned on. 

You tried to tell him something, but all that came out was mumbled through your shut mouth. 

Beej snapped as he kept staring into your eyes, inches away from you. You leaned your head back and breathed a deep breath through your mouth and into your legs as you got the courage to look at him again and say, “please help me”.

The look he gave you was probably the same one he had given others right before he killed them. But for you, it was something completely different. 

“Thought you’d never ask” He steadied you with the hand still on your hip, but gently moved his free hand down your stomach. He was cold, but his ring was colder. He was giving you time to anticipate what was coming, but also giving himself a moment, as he was easily going to come any minute at the site of you like this.

His hand slowly turned and his long middle finger found the spot you needed. Again, the coldness of him against your rubbed raw hot flesh added to everything. A slight whimper escaped your lips as you leaned forward and rested your forehead against his. You closed your eyes and heard Beej whisper, “Good girl,” again. He moved his hand forward slightly so he could use more of your wetness. He pumped his fingers into you a few times and then slid his middle finger back to where you needed it. You couldn't help moving your hips to the same patterns as he was circling you. 

After a few minutes, your legs were getting tired and your breathing labored. He could tell and knew he had to make you come or you'd be too tired to get there. 

“Please…” you whispered as he started making faster circles. His pants were now starting to get wet spots forming from you but also where he was starting to pre cum as well. “Can't you just help me please?” You were getting desperate and whiny. He knew he could get you there in this position, it would just take a second more.

”I will gladly fuck you anytime and anywhere babe,”  he let out a groan, “but right now is about you… and you're being… such a good girl…” His words were getting desperate as well. He knew if he could get you off that he would get off too. 

With your foreheads still touching, and your eyes still closed, Beej nuzzled your nose and then put his lips against yours. You kept your eyes tightly shut so you could concentrate on all the different movements and sensations at once. Just as you started to kiss him back, he put as much pressure as he could against you, causing you to grind as hard as you could into his fingers and thigh. 

“Good girl,” He whispered again after he broke the kiss., causing your eyes to flutter open momentarily before you closed them as he crashed against your lips again. Your moans were escaping into his mouth as he deepened the kiss and somehow got faster and faster with his movements until you both couldn't keep up with your making out and you were both bursting.

Your head dropped to his shoulder, panting as his eyes were rolling back and his head flopped against the back of the couch. His movements slowed down instead of ending abruptly. And when you stopped rocking your hips, he removed his hand and brought it to your lips. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, amazed at your own willingness to continue to please him. He stuck his fingers in your mouth gently to clean your juices off of him. Putting your lips around them, he pumped them a few times in and out, his ring hitting your lips as he pushed them back in. When he was finished and pulled them out, you gently rolled yourself off his thigh and onto the couch next to him. He snapped for your clothing to come back and then snapped again for a blanket. Resting your head on his shoulder, he turned to you and cupped your face, the ring still freezing against your cheek. He gave you a smirk before his quiet words hit your ears.  

“Brava ragazza.”

[ellies-enrichment]

i got the script guys dw

[impactrueno]

(i got this comment on my comic over at twitter and i thought i'd repost my response here too, because i've gotten similar comments on my other socials)

these are very kind words and i accept the compliment, it makes me happy to see people are enjoying reading through it! but i have to disagree with a couple of things. i think we need to give more credit to the source material here

i am borrowing elements from the sequel. lydia's daugther, beetlejuice and lydia not seeing each other in 30 years, lydia forgetting somewhere along the way what it means to be your strange and unusual self, all of these are parallels i made to the sequel.

i strongly disagree this is how the sequel should've been done. i try to stick to canon as much as i possibly can, but the tone of this comic isn't really beetlejuice. the movie is a dark comedy first and foremost, and the sequel ticked almost every box of what it should be about

beetlejuice's character is gross and weird of course, but every iteration has depth to them. i wouldn't have been able to write this comic otherwise! i'm not really making up BJ's personality here, i'm doing a character study of what is already there, set to a different tone.

i'm saying all this because knowing this is important in order to really appreciate the story i'm presenting. there's no need to praise things i didn't actually do, haha.

i'm aware that there's many people enjoying it without knowing anything about beetlejuice, so i'm not saying you HAVE to be connoisseur or anything. but if you are, you'd notice the callbacks to the show, including the one episode a lot of this conversation is built around.

sorry this got longwinded; i want to say once again that i appreciate the comment! i mean absolutely no offense to Timmy here, it was a sweet thing to say and i hope it's okay that i used this comment as a springboard to say some stuff that's been on my mind

[legendary-defender-of-fandoms]

IT’S SHOWTIME!!!!!!

I am so READY for this!

There are tons of other folks here in stripes like me! Got my mini-Sandy, my playbill, and now I’m just waiting for the show to start! See y’all on The Other Side!

[dinolich]

askbox has been sending me ghost notifications the last two days, so if you sent me something it may have been eaten

[altpuppyslut]

Okay so like.

I don’t have a feeder kink but

the idea of someone lovingly making food for me and eating with me/feeding me while praising my body is so???? Sweet???

[beej-juicy]

Keatlejuice x reader

In which reader admits their feelings.

Inspired by the sequel. Spoilers ahead.

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A slam sounds to your right and you glance over, unfazed. Beetlejuice sighs, having just fallen back into the Netherworld. A slow blink drags his gaze toward you.

"Don't say it," he warns.

You raise your hands up in innocence.

"Didn't go well, huh?"

He just grunts as a response, slouches deeper into the couch, spreads his legs wider, juices up a cigarette.

You stare at him from your desk.

Bob long gone, office empty, you sigh.

"Narrowly escaped that one. Wish you'd turn your attention to someone who gets it, Juice."

You'd been contemplating what you'd say, if he returned. It was a pipe dream to think he'd be back, you figured. Between his Hellbent ex wife and his obsession with Lydia - her needing his help for another time, you assumed she'd just go through with the wedding and Beetlejuice would be gone.

You'd worked with him for decades now and your care for him was appalling, you knew that. Anyone you shared your fascination with judged you hardcore...and you understood. He wasn't exactly appealing. But there was something about him.

You'd never told him. Figured you were so friendzoned at this point, he didn't even see you. Sure, he'd make sexual comments about you - it was Beetlejuice after all - but he never took any opportunities to act on anything.

And you were pining over him at this point.

Hence, the comment. Finally. It felt freeing; felt like a huge breath after choking for a decade.

And it seems like it did the trick.

His eyes narrow, jaw drops.

"Yer fuckin' with me now, aren't ya?" He rolls his eyes, slaps his thigh with a shake of the head. "'Course ya are. Real cute. Yanno, ya almost had me there."

And then you're standing - so done with the push and pull of this. Your legs bring you to stand between his widespread knees. And you seat yourself in his lap.

It feels exactly as you imagined when you lower your lips to his.

The cigarette burning into the couch, he tosses it, lets his hands linger on your hips. And he kisses you like his afterlife depended on it, like relief, like praise. It's addicting, his body on yours.

You aren't shocked when he ends up in your bed for the night.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing, Beetlejuice

“killing children is illegal right?” I asked as I slammed the door. Beetlejuice appeared with a pop. He looked at me for a second before pressing a kiss to my cheek.

“I mean are we talking your own or someone else’s?” He asked, flopping on the couch. “Because if we’re talking your own, we’re gonna have to get to work on that first.” Beetlejuice grabbed his crotch and squeezed, raising his eyebrows seductively at me. I rolled my eyes and smacked his shoulder.

”don’t make me send you back.” I pointed a finger at him. Beetlejuice held up his hands in surrender.

“alright. Alright.” He said. “But unfortunately yeah it is. Why?”

“why?” I asked with a laugh. “Did you not see what happened? I know you were there. They destroyed the display. They scared the scare actors. And I swear to god one of them had a real knife!” Beetlejuice nodded with a frown. “If that doesn’t warrant it then I don’t know what does!”

“honey…don’t get mad…” Beetlejuice said, getting up and holding his hands up again. “But I think you should take a nap. Maybe things will be better later.” I sighed and rubbed my forehead.

“I can’t beej.” I shook my head. “I have to fix the display and…”

“hey. Leave it to me.” Beetlejuice put his hands on my shoulders. “I’ll take care of it. Make a few calls.” Beetlejuice kissed me softly, making me hold onto his shirt slightly. “Trust me.”

“I guess I could…” I said, brushing my hand through his hair.

“good. Good. Good.” He muttered. “I got this babe. Call in the finest contractors the underworld can offer.” I nodded as I headed off to bed. The next morning, I woke up to Beetlejuice sprawled out on top of me.

"Beej." I groaned as I climbed out from under him. He jolted awake and blinked at me sleepily.

"Wha?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes and turning to snuggle into the pillow more. "What time is it?"

"Time for you to stop suffocating me in my sleep." I teased, poking his ass as I headed into the bathroom. "What time did you get in last night?" There wasn't a reply so I assumed he went back to sleep. Shrugging to myself, I quickly showered and went to the kitchen to grab something to eat. "Shit." I muttered when Beetlejuice looked up at me from his spot at the table. "Warn a person why don't you." I mumbled as I went about making myself breakfast. Beetlejuice slid a cup of coffee over to me with a small smile.

"What are you doing today?" He asked, sipping his own coffee. "Aside from me of course." I rolled my eyes as he chuckled at his own joke.

"Checking on the display. Seeing where you left off and finishing putting it back together." I shrugged. "Why? Did you have something planned?" Beetlejuice shook his head.

"When did you want to go?" He asked, voice surprisingly soft.

"How about after we eat?" I asked. Beetlejuice nodded, getting up and kissing me softly. "What has gotten into you today?" I laughed as he sat in my lap. He shrugged, smiling at me.

"Aside from the fact I'm dating the most wonderful breather ever?" He asked. I smiled at him and cupped his cheek. Beetlejuice kissed my palm. "I think I have a new appreciation for you after working most of the night to get the display back up. All the work you put into it. All the work you are still putting into it with the scare actors. All of it."

"Oh." I felt my cheeks heat up at that. "Well...I mean..." Beetlejuice kissed me.

"Don't sell yourself short sweetheart." He whispered. "You did a lot of good work and you deserve the praise." I nodded, accepting that he would keep going until I let it go. We ate breakfast like that, Beetlejuice sitting in my lap and trying to make me laugh so hard milk came out of my nose. He nearly succeeded but stopped when I gently shoved him off my lap. Beetlejuice snapped his fingers and the dishes were done. I stood up as he popped over to the bedroom. "Hurry up and get dressed. I wanna show you what I did." He rocked on his heels as he waited for me to get dressed. When I finally exited the bedroom, he took my arm and transported us to the display.

"I still hate that." I mumbled as I grabbed his arm to try to steady myself. "Always makes me feel weird." I shook my head to try to fix whatever it was I was feeling. Beetlejuice chuckled before covering my eyes. "Ah man! Come on Beej! I'm already unsteady and now you wanna do this crap?" I was slowly walked further into the park before he lifted his hands.

"Ok. Now look." I opened my eyes and my jaw dropped. "I know it isn't exactly the same but..." I turned around and grabbed his tie, pulling his towards me. Beetlejuice squeaked before his hands settled on my hips. I kissed him as hard as I could, trying to put all the raging emotions I was feeling into it.

"Fuck me Beej." I breathed out when I pulled away. Beetlejuice gave me a shit eating grin and a wink before turning to look at the display. "I love it. I can't wait to show everyone." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and smiled.

"Yeah? You really like it?" He asked, voice going soft at the end.

"It's amazing Beej." I breathed out. "Now give me a tour." He nodded happily before leading me around the work he had done.

[samalong1]

How you get slashers to do the dishes

Ft jason voorhees brahms heelshire sawyer brothers Thomas hewitt Freddy krueger pinhead yautja and Beetlejuice

Jason voorhees

He was raised to be a good boy and help with household chores

He probally woudnt automatically do them without you he woudnt give cleanliness a 2nd thought

But you fluttering your eyelashes and asking him please will get him on it

Pls don't yell at him to do it he'll still do them but he'll get all scared

Probally likes doing them with you reminding him of helping his mom with the dishes makes him feel nostalgic

Would wear a frilly apron if you ask nicely

Brahms heelshire

Much harder

Spoiled boy

You don't ask him you make him

Won't throw a tamptrum but he'll be all huffy and moody

Do it with it ask him to help you and praise him for being so helpful

If you withhold kisses or affection for not doing them then he'll throw a tamptrum

Won't wear the frilly apron

Freddy krueger

Your dreaming and banging the dude in control of your dreams and you dream of dirty dishes

If it's some weird household domestic fantasy he'd still give you the side eye

Judges you for dreaming of dirty dishes

Hit em with a broom if you really want him to

Don't even try with the frilly apron

Nubbins sawyer

Don't he'd smash them while laughing then ask if he did good

Probably would wear the frilly apron for a second before ripping it off

Bubba

Please don't he's clumsy and will break them and then turn to you looking like a sad puppy that he failed you

Pls make him wear the frilly apron

He'd wear it even if you didn't mention ot

He may be shit at chores but loves wearing the apron and makeup mask pretending to be your housewife while giggling and stimming happy to have fun like this

Chop top

He'd just tap his head and go "still got a nice clean playe here" and walk off proud of his joke

Drayton sawyer

This old cranky man already running a buisness,making sure his younger brothers don't get them caught or do some stupid bullshit,cooked all the food,and making sure things run smoothly

He'd bring up how hard he works and how he had to raise three boys on his own after grandpa got to old how hard he works to keep the lights on

He won't even be guiltiling you after a bit he'd just be ranting and venting like your his therapist

After he got all that off his chest he'd just yell at you to stop being lazy and how everyone has their work and they better do it

He doesn't care your smooching him

Pls get him therapy

Thomas hewitt

Luda mae does the dishes anyway

You probally do aswell to contribute to the house since hoyt won't let ya laze around

But if you want help just tell him how much they piled out and how it's overwhelming and he'll help he won't do it on his own

If you want to give luda mae a break just tell hik how hard she's working to support everyone and how caring she is and how much she'd love it if her baby boy did the dishes and he'd be at the sink quickly

Woudnt wear the apron don't even ask

Pinhead

Your fucking a cenobite you probably aren't in any landscape that has a kitchen with dirty dishes

Beetlejuice

If he wants anything like you to say his name or do some weird sex thing just be like "hmm I dunno you haven't really helped out lately" or how your to busy with the dishes for it

If he still refuses just whack him with a broom

You can get him to wear a apron by wracking him with the broom

Yautja

New to Ooman chores

The dishes are so tiny against his hands

He'd break them and then get frustrated je isn't doing his precious ooman's task correctly

He'd break a few dishes and then either rage or sulk

Possibly get him to wear a frilly apron

[blackberries45]

Two for One

(Beetlejuice x reader) np used

Warnings: smut

Notes: per usual, my editing skills lack. this is just smutty smut bc I wanted to. I don't know where it came from but it got some thumbs up so here we are 😆 thank you for reading 🤗

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Everything happened so fast. You weren't sure how you even ended up in this literal position, but damn if it wouldn’t be a favorite after this. Usually he shoved you onto the bed, which was fine with you. This however was different. You could tell he had something up one of his black and white striped sleeves.

Your bedroom’s brick wall was cool to the touch. It felt like a relief against your palms, as they were starting to burn like the rest of your skin. Beej had you pinned facing it. One hand on top of yours up by your face, fingers intertwined. His other hand on your hip, pulling you back against him and steading you so you wouldn't feel like you would fall. He of course would never let that happen.

You felt his weight shift behind you slightly as he moved one of his boots to kick your legs out a bit more wide. “Atta girl” he moaned, dropping his forehead against the back of your head.The wider stance helped him deepen his reach. He immediately took full advantage, feeling you clench down on him from hearing the praise. Moving to the side of your head, he started biting and sucking your earlobe. Your head tipped forward and was lightly grazing the wall with each movement. Tiny gasps could be heard escaping from you with each thrusting motion.

He let your ear drop from his teeth and roughly whispered “I'm gonna to need you to close your eyes now” You were so lost in the rhythm of the movements that you almost didn't have the capacity to answer him. “My eyes are already closed, Beej” He grazed his lips back and forth across your cheek a few times. “I mean, keep them shut. I'm going to have to concentrate real hard on somethin’ and I don't need you to screw it up by freaking out.” he quickly and lovingly kissed your cheek, realizing his words came out harsh.

His movements hadn't slowed down but you knew he was patiently waiting for you to respond. “Babes?” He started kissing your neck to get your concentration to shift back to him again. He knew your head was swimming. “Ok ok. I won’t open my eyes. But you have to touch me soon. I need you.” That last part almost had him spent right then and there. He loved when you got desperate for him. But he pulled himself together and started to concentrate. He'd been thinking about trying this for awhile. He could pull alot of tricks, but this was double the effort.

The air started to crackle more than it did with just Beetlejuice in the room. It was almost thick. You swear you heard something…no…felt something… like someone was between your legs.You instinctively started to look down. “What the..?” Beej quickly let go of your hand and brought his to your throat, forcing you to look up at the ceiling. You’d be a liar if you said you weren’t now wide eyed and your heart wasn’t pounding as you stared upwards.

The first lick bubbled up a scream, but Beej felt it in your throat and your mouth was instantly sewn shut. “Shhh, honey. Daddy needs to concentrate.” He put his head down between your neck and shoulder, biting the area his lips landed on, causing you to moan what felt like hard enough that it vibrated through your skull, trapped behind your sewn mouth.

Whoever was under you was using their cold fingers to part your lips and get more pressure on your clit with their tongue. They circled and they went back and forth. It was madness how good it felt from being in this position. One of their hands went to your thigh to steady themselves. Was that a ring?? Your eyes started fluttering open and shut as you couldn't decide which sensation to grind into. The sucking and licking below felt delicious and caused the fire in the depths of you to rage. Beej too was starting to make tired whines against your neck. Fuck. You could feel him starting to get more sloppy as he thrusted in and out of you. You were getting close and so was he.

The anonymous being between your legs changed their attention. Making a disappointed whine, you scrunched your eyebrows together. The wait to be touched again was shorter than you expected.

The licks were at first back on you, rimming back and forth where Beetlejuice was pumping into you. The sensation felt better than you could have imagined and you sank into it. You noticed Beej swallowing hard next to your throat. You now felt that the tongue below had left you and was only touching your entrance when it licked up. Holy shit. Was it licking Beej? You felt his mouth start to fall open as his panting increased, slowly turning into a groan.

Beej started getting desperate. He latched onto your neck like he was burrowing a hole into it. He was swirling his tongue and sucking all while whoever below was lapping your juices off of his dick. You could hear them making ungodly sounds and feel them back away enough to lick their lips. The thought of someone else licking on Beej oddly turned you on. You were sure now you were going to burst into flame and you decided to let it consume you.

The violent way you suddenly came caused your legs to give. With the few brain cells Beetlejuice had left, he quickly put his hands behind your thighs so you were almost sitting in his hands. He let your stitches disappear so he could fully hear your scream as he crashed full force inside of you.

The indivisible stranger must have disappeared, though you couldn’t say when, because you no longer felt their tongue or their hand on your leg. Beej flopped the two of you backwards onto your bed. It took several minutes of panting before you spoke.

“Who or what did you conjure to do that?” His laugh was the same one that would crash around you like thunder when he was being an asshole or thought he was clever.

He rolled over to face you, a cigarette between his lips that had appeared out of nowhere, flopped as he spoke. “That was me, babes. That's why I had to concentrate.” Your eyes widened once again and your mouth dropped open as he removed the cigarette with long fingers and blew out the smoke. “I had to split myself in a way. And may I just say, you taste like a fucking queen.”

The smile was one of the most devilish you'd ever seen across his stupid face. You rolled your head back and looked at the ceiling again. It took a few seconds of getting up the courage, but finally you quietly asked, “Can we do that again sometime? But maybe you let me watch?”

This time it was his mouth that fell open. “Any time, honey.”

[hippiegoth97]

Wild and Untamed Things: Steddie x Reader Pt. 2

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Description:  You, Eddie, and Steve have been living together since the incident at the movies. You decide to have a little fun on an off day in your apartment...

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, female reader, Bisexual!Steve Harringotn, Bisexual!Eddie Munson, threesome activities, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, praise/degradation, role-swapping, polyamorous relationship, squirting, slight overstimulation, LGBTQ+ themes

Word Count: 4k

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Wild and Untamed Things Pt. 2

A few months have gone by since that fateful night you and the boys had gone to see Rocky Horror, and your relationship is going stronger than you'd ever imagined. The three of you decided to rent an apartment together, making it easy to keep your arrangement more of a secret from an unforgiving town. You haven't really told anyone about it, you know most people wouldn't understand. Robin knows, and has been sworn to never speak a word about it.

You're cuddled up on the couch with Eddie and Steve. They're sitting beside each other, with you spread across their laps. Your head rests on Eddie's chest, and Steve massages your feet. Steve brought home some new releases from Family Video, eager to watch them with you and Eddie. You're currently spacing out while Beetlejuice plays on the TV, letting Eddie's fingers stroke you innocently. You're lost in thought, unable to focus on the film as dirty images of you and the boys swirl around your head. They seem to catch on to your daydreaming, their eyes burning into you after a while. "Are you bored, Y/N?" Eddie asks in your ear, sending a chill through you. The tone in his voice makes you gasp, and your cheeks flare up in shock.

"Hmm, that's a shame. I picked this movie out just for you, babygirl." Steve chimes in, licking his lips as he looks over your figure.

"Sorry, I'm just a little...distracted." Your eyes flick between them, hoping they pick up what you're putting down. As always, they immediately do.

"Is that so? And what exactly would you like us to do about it?" Eddie retorts, teasing your obvious wanting.

"I dunno, whatever you want." You're feeling extremely flustered at the moment, having the two loves of your life staring you down is highly intimidating. You bite your lip, hoping you've given a satisfactory answer.

"Ooh, 'whatever we want' she says. That's a very dangerous offer, isn't it, Stevie?" Eddie chuckles darkly, moving to take your earlobe between his teeth. Your eyes flutter closed, wetness beginning to gather between your legs. You instinctively rub your thighs together, that all-too-familiar pressure rising inside you. You can also feel Eddie's cock stiffening below you, which only serves to turn you on even more.

"It sure is, Eds. I'm not so sure she can handle it, though." Steve knows you'll do anything to prove just how 'up for it' you are, especially out of spite. Your eyes snap open, glaring in his direction.

"Oh, please. You're all talk." You cross your arms, your bratty side taking over. They just share a laugh at your words, which makes you nervous. You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest.

"I suppose you're right, dollface. Actions speak louder than words." Eddie smirks, maintaining eye contact with you as his hand runs down your front to the waistband of your jeans. He undoes the button, sliding the zipper down wordlessly. You're practically panting, watching helplessly as he slips his hand inside your pants. He rubs your pussy through your underwear, feeling just how wet you are already. You moan at the contact, gripping Eddie's shoulder with your hand. The sound makes their dicks twitch, they can't get enough of your sexy noises. "Mmm, soaked for us already. Such a naughty girl. Have you been thinking filthy thoughts again?" You just nod at him, but he ceases his movements on you. "Use your words, slut." His tone becomes stern, almost startling you.

"Yes, Eddie. I think about the two of you all the time." You almost whine, desperate for them to touch you some more. Eddie strokes you again, only this time he goes into your panties. "Fuck." You whine again, sensing the room quickly heating up.

"Lay back, sweetheart." He coos, and you happily obey him. Steve watches intently as Eddie pulls your jeans and panties down your legs, discarding them to the floor. You lift your shirt up over your head, tossing it away as well. You're fully exposed to them now, and they swear they've never seen a prettier sight. "You're so fuckin' gorgeous, angel. You want us to make you feel good?" You gaze between them again, these two beautiful men are so eager to please you. You always wonder how you got so lucky.

"Yes, please." The second the words leave your lips, Eddie begins massaging your tit with his hand. And Steve spreads your legs open a little, slowly dragging his hand up your thigh until he reaches your dripping cunt. His fingers teasingly touch your folds, feeling the wetness for himself. "Fuck, Steve." You moan, which spurs him on to slip two fingers into your needy hole. Eddie lifts your torso so he can latch his mouth onto one of your nipples, drawing more noises from you. Your arm goes around his shoulders to hang on, savoring every swirl of his tongue on your flesh. Steve pumps his fingers in and out of you at an agonizing pace, revving you up. "God, I love you two. I love everything you do to me."

"We love you too, baby. You're such a good girl for us." Steve replies, rewarding your confession by fingering you faster. A roaring fire has ignited inside you, spreading through your core, radiating to your limbs. You pull Eddie's head away from your breast, smashing your lips onto his aggressively. He bites your lip, and your mouth falls open to invite his tongue to tangle with yours. The two of you moan into the kiss, and Eddie's jeans are extremely tight from his erection. Steve looks at the two of you, hardening inside his own pants as you continue making out. Your moans are trapped in Eddie's throat, overwhelming sensation consistently rushes through you.

You break away to breathe, laying back down as Steve turns Eddie's face with his finger to have a kiss of his own. Your chest rises and falls rapidly while you watch them, their groans pushing you further to the edge. They're so fucking pretty, you'll never get enough of the display before you. Eddie tangles his hands into Steve's hair, not wanting to let go for a single second. You can feel their dicks poking into your back and ass, you want them inside you so badly. But you know better than to expect it so early on. They're just getting started with you, and each other. Steve's hand continues to please you, squelching noises from your wet cunt mingling with everyone's moans. "Fuck." You mutter, the tell-tale waves of pleasure washing over you, gradually getting stronger as Steve brushes against your g spot over and over.

Steve senses your oncoming orgasm, grunting slightly as he puts his free hand on Eddie's chest. Their lips part ways, shuddering breaths flowing out as they do. Their gaze meets yours, wide grins spread on their faces. "Are you gonna cum, darling? I can feel your pussy clenching my fingers." Steve teases, using his thumb to rub your clit in circles to drive you further towards the edge. The waves are crashing even harder into you, and your body is slicked over with sweat. You're so close it's almost unbearable.

"Yes, I'm so close. Please don't stop, make me cum. It feels so fucking good." You plead at the both of them, although Eddie's only stroking your cheek at this point. Your walls are fluttering, you're as close to the edge as you can possibly be. You moan and curse and call their names, and all they can do is drink it all in. It takes everything in them to not cream their jeans, the sight of you coming undone is so beautifully vulgar.

"Hmm, maybe you should stop, Steve. To punish her for not paying attention during the movie." Eddie suggests, trying to get under your skin. You can't hide the fear in your eyes, watching Steve contemplate the idea.

"No, please!" You almost scream, begging for your release. They chuckle at how pitiful you are, body trembling and hair sticking to the perspiration on your face.

"It's okay, babygirl. I'm not as sadistic as Munson is. Cum for me, you've earned it." He coos at you, his husky tone sending you into pure bliss.

"Oh, fuck!" You cry out, your back arching as your legs begin to shake uncontrollably. You cum hard on Steve's hand, your juices spilling into his lap. The air is stolen from your lungs, and your eyes have rolled to the back of your head. The boys gently caress your body as your high runs its course, gradually bringing you back to reality.

"You did so well, Y/N. Such a good little slut." Steve says as he pulls his fingers out of you. You whine at the loss of him, your cunt pulsing around nothing. You observe closely as he brings his fingers to Eddie's lips, which immediately open to accept the taste of you. Eddie moans as he sucks them clean, savoring your sweet, musky flavor.

"God, that's so fucking hot." You blurt out, and they just look and laugh at you. Your cheeks flash bright red, and you sit up to be level with the two of them. All three of your faces are dangerously close to one another, bated breath fanning into each other's mouths. You lean forward to kiss Steve, and he happily meets you in the middle. He's quick to slip you the tongue, deepening the passionate kiss. Eddie lowers his head to mark your neck with dark hickeys, sucking the flesh between his teeth. You can't help being highly aware that your boyfriends still have all their clothes on, lowering your hands to tug at the hems of their shirts simultaneously. They get the message, pulling away from you for a moment to remove the offending garments.

Before you can catch your breath, Eddie captures your lips with his own. Steve attacks your chest, biting and licking all over your tits. Your hands play around on their bare torsos, letting the warmth from their flesh radiate through your fingers. You let your hands wander down their stomachs, migrating to their clothed erections. You palm them through their jeans, causing them to moan against you. You start undoing Steve's fly, still stroking Eddie as you work. You open the button, slowly pulling down the zipper. You let Steve be for a second, needing both hands to unbuckle Eddie's belt. Once both of their pants are open for you, you reach inside to fully feel their hard cocks in your grasp. They moan even louder, spurring you on. You begin to jerk them off, riling them up as much as you can before they inevitably devour you. "Shit, Y/N." Steve groans as he keeps kissing your chest.

"Stand up, sweetheart." Eddie says, pulling away from you. His eyes burn with lust, he's eagerly waiting for the opportunity to remove the rest of his clothes. You do as he asks, though Steve whines at the loss of contact. "Patience, loverboy." Eddie gives him a warning look, sending a chill down his spine. The two of them remove their pants and boxers, their dicks standing at attention as more clothing piles onto the floor. You glance between the two of them, taking in their beautiful naked bodies.

"So, how do you wanna do this?" You ask, the positions are truly endless between the three of you. Hell, quite a few times it'll be two of you doing things while the third masturbates as they watch. Your mind is foggy from your earlier orgasm, unable to decide what you want. All you know is that you want them, in every way they'll give themselves to you. There's thoughtful silence for a moment, before Steve pipes up.

"I have one." He says, smirking as he's confident you'll both be into it. Although, that's not exactly a rare achievement. "Eds, do you want head, or to fuck Y/N?" Steve looks at him nonchalantly, truly not minding which role Eddie would prefer.

"Hmmm...dealer's choice, big boy. It's your idea, so you pick." Eddie pokes his chest, teasing him.

Steve sighs, annoyed at Eddie's refusal to make a choice. "Alright, fine! I'll take the head! Goddammit, you couldn't make a decision to save your life. You know that?" You can't help giggling at his frustration, he's just so adorable when he gets flustered. He fixes you with a glare, and you abruptly shut yourself up. Steve takes on a more dominant role now, quick to order you into position. "Y/N, kneel in front of me." You drop to your knees, placing yourself between his legs. "Now, try to lay yourself on your stomach, ass in the air as much as you can." You obey, keeping eye contact as you rest your hands on his thighs, your mouth ready to take his needy cock. "Good girl." He nods as he praises you, stroking your cheek lovingly. His eyes flick to Eddie. "I think you can figure out where you're supposed to be. So get to it." He plants a firm kiss on Eddie's lips, gesturing for him to get on his own knees behind you.

"I love it when you boss me around, Harrington." Eddie quips, earning a hard smack on his ass from Steve as he stands up. "Jesus." He yelps, almost falling over.

"I don't want to hear another word out of that smart mouth of yours. Otherwise, you can just sit and watch Y/N blow me, got it?" Steve's brows have furrowed, clearly unamused by Eddie's antics today.

"Okay, sorry. Jeez." Eddie replies, putting his hands up defensively. He turns to position himself behind you, caressing your ass. You moan slightly, wanting to push yourself back into him. But Steve said to stay as you are, and you'd hate to disobey an order.

"Good boy." Steve praises Eddie, which makes him blush. His eyes flick back to you, smiling again. "Suck, Y/N." He says simply, and you happily oblige. You take all of him in your mouth, and he groans loudly. "Good girl, just like that." You're dripping again, arousal falling into a small puddle on the floor. You love giving the boys head, they always shower you with praise as you suck them off. "Now, Eddie. You can tease Y/N with your dick, but you can't fuck her until I say so. Understood?" He says through shallow breaths, already so wound up he's not sure how long he can last.

"I understand." Eddie replies, knowing just how torturous Steve's command will be for you and himself. Nonetheless, he grips his cock in his hand, using the other to hold steady on your back. He slides himself against your folds, causing you to moan on Steve. Eddie shudders at your wetness spreading on him, it's so warm, he almost can't resist plunging into you right now. But he knows Steve will punish him if he does so, he'll just have to grin and bear it.

"Good boy, Eds. Tell me how it feels, babe." Steve says, trying to hold himself back. It's a difficult feat, you're a goddess at giving head.

"It's so warm, I want to be inside Y/N's pussy so bad. It feels so good, but it's not enough." Eddie almost whines, causing Steve to laugh.

"Poor thing." He says sarcastically. Eddie's tempted to shoot him a death glare, but decides against it. Instead, he just strokes your folds a little faster, desperate for some friction.

Meanwhile, you're gagging yourself on Steve, swirling your tongue around his length as you bob your head up and down. Eddie's teasing is driving you insane, you just want him to fuck you already. A continuous hum of moans streams from you, sending vibrations through Steve. Eddie's making vulgar noises behind you, clearly distressed. You can feel Steve tensing up beneath you, signaling his oncoming release.

"You can fuck her now, Eddie. I'm gonna cum." Steve chokes out, gripping the top of the couch as his high overtakes him. "FUCK!" He shouts, emptying into your mouth, thick white ropes coating your throat. You swallow every last drop, letting his cock fall from your lips. Eddie shoves his length into you without warning, he thankfully waited until Steve finished so you didn't accidentally bite him from the surprise.

"Oh god!" You cry out, gripping Steve's thighs desperately as Eddie pounds ruthlessly into your cunt. His pace is quickly building you up, setting your insides ablaze yet again. Steve's gaze migrates between you and Eddie, taking in every face and sound you make.

"Fuck, you're so soaked for me, princess. So hot and tight around my cock." Eddie moans, gripping your hips roughly, his fingers will most certainly leave bruises from digging into your skin. He slams into your pussy as hard and fast as he can, brushing your g spot and hitting your cervix repeatedly. He's gone into feral mode at this point, driven to the brink of madness from all the teasing. You're not exactly complaining, you love getting absolutely railed by these men.

"Well, go on, slut. Tell Eddie how much you love getting fucked like the whore you are." Steve smirks, quickly becoming hard again from watching the two of you.

You look at Steve as you speak, trying to keep a steady voice despite wanting to moan. "You feel so good inside me, Eds. I love it when you fuck me like this. I'm so wet for you, you fill me up so well." It's difficult to piece words together, but it amplifies the pleasure all around, which makes it worth the effort. You're nearing the finish line again, you'd barely had time to recover from your first orgasm. Steve smiles at your words, and you return the grin as best you can before continuing. "Just like that, baby. Make me cum, I know you want to."

Eddie heeds your words, taking them as a challenge. He fucks you even faster, and brings a hand around to rub your clit in rapid circles. "Such a dirty little slut, begging me to make you cum." He says through gritted teeth into your ear, and you just moan loudly in response. He's deep in concentration, his thrusts beginning to go haywire as he nears his end. His eyes burn into Steve's, who just sits there smiling as the two of you put on this obscene show for him. Pleasure is slowly washing over you again, and you want to fall off the edge together.

"Fuck, Eddie, I'm so close. Don't stop, I want you to cum with me. I wanna feel you lose control." You may be toying with him a little, but you truly mean every filthy word you say. You hold on tighter to Steve's thighs, though the sweat coating your skin makes it difficult. You push yourself backwards to meet Eddie's thrusts, ripping more noises from your mouths.

"You're a very naughty girl, princess. So needy for my cock." He groans, his stomach tensing up as his orgasm quickly approaches. His hips rut against your ass, loud smacking mingling with your moans and curses. It takes everything in him to keep going at this ungodly pace, any second now he's going to explode. You slam yourself backwards into him harder than before, sealing both your fates. "Oh, god!" Eddie yells, bucking his hips uncontrollably as his dick empties into you. You feel his load paint your walls, and your own bliss overtakes you.

"Eddie!" You scream, nails digging into Steve's legs as white hot flames consume your body. Your mouth falls agape, eyes screwing shut. Eddie's still going, unable to stop himself as you clamp down on him. This only serves to prolong the pleasure, it's almost too much. "Oh my god!" You shout again, struggling to stay on your knees as your legs tremble. Fluid erupts from your pussy, splashing onto Eddie's thighs and the floor.

"Fuck, Y/N." Eddie mutters, the sensation of you soaking his cock makes his brain melt. Your head falls into Steve's lap, and you're almost gasping for air as you wait for the stars to leave your vision. Eddie stops moving, collapsing onto your back. He pants in your ear, and his chest sticks to you from all the sweat. "God, I love you." He says breathlessly, needing a good minute to recover before pulling out.

"I love you too, baby." You reply, swallowing hard.

"And I love you both." Steve chimes in, stroking the tops of your heads with his hands. You all stay like this for a few minutes, trying to steady your heartbeats. When he can finally stand up straight, Eddie slowly removes himself from your cunt. You both hiss at the feeling, very overstimulated. Your mixed release drips from your hole, joining the puddle you've made on the hardwood. "Looks like someone made a mess." Steve quips, lifting your face to look at him. You give him a weak smile, unable to move. Still holding your gaze, he speaks to the man standing behind you. "Eddie, baby? Be a dear and grab a towel to clean this up."

"Sure thing, King Steve." Eddie bows dramatically, smirking at his own antics. He leaves the room to retrieve the towel, and you finally decide to make an attempt at getting up. You grip Steve's knees, putting one foot down and then the other. You let your torso gradually fix itself upright, blinking away the spots in your vision. "You alright there, darling?" Eddie asks as he reenters the room.

"Yeah, I'm alright." You say in a strained voice, leaning with your hands on your lower back to stretch out. Your joints pop, and you go back to your original stance with a satisfied sigh. Eddie's kneeling on the floor again, wiping up your cum. You notice his ass is in perfect view, and you can't help staring while biting your lip. You sneak up behind him, lowering your hand to give him a hard smack.

"Jesus!" Eddie yelps, not expecting you to spank him. You don't touch the guys like that very often, though they don't mind it. They actually wish you did it more, the sting of your palm on their flesh turns them on immensely. "I suppose I should take all the spanking as a compliment. After all, I do have the best ass out of the three of us." He grumbles as he finishes his task, tossing the soiled towel onto the piled up clothes. They'll all be gathered for the wash later on anyway.

"No way, mine is far superior. Know why? Because I work out. Meanwhile, your ass is so flat, I could eat off of it." Steve remarks, you can never get enough of their silly bickering.

"Oh yeah? Then why don't you?" Eddie teases, abruptly getting up to shove his butt in Steve's face.

"Aw, man! Get off!" Steve protests, putting his hands up to shield himself. Eddie cackles, refusing to let up. You burst out laughing, Eddie's always been very playful, if not a bit childish.

"Not until you say my ass is better!" He taunts in a sing-song voice, he could keep this going all day. You try to stop laughing, walking over to pull Eddie away. But he stops you. "No helping, Y/N! He has to say it!" He wiggles his backside even more, upping the game.

"God, you're such a fucking child! Fine, you have the best ass! Now, get away before you fart in my face!" Eddie finally moves away, turning with his hands on his hips. He's very pleased with himself, smiling ear to ear.

"Hmmm, I think you're both wrong. My ass is clearly better than both of yours combined." You say matter-of-factly, and they just scoff at you.

"Yeah right!"

"No way!" Their words overlap, eyes rolling simultaneously. And you just chuckle at them.

"Observe." You say simply, turning your back to them, before bending over as far as you can to pick up some of the stray clothing from the floor. You move slowly, ensuring they'll stare intently as you move.

"Okay, you win." They groan in unison, happily conceding the title to you. You stand upright again, facing them.

"Good boys." They blush at your words, oddly mirroring each other as they stroke their necks awkwardly. "So, who's up for round two?"

To be continued…

[gore-geousrem-ains]

Keatlejuice has absolutely no interest in y/n but hates MusicalJuice and y/n so fiercely that he’s destroyed his own dwellings in fits of rage multiple times. In his opinion MusicalJuice is a weak example of a “Beetlejuice”. He’s sensitive, he’s desperate for attention, he wants to be accepted with family and friends by his side, he’s everything he shouldn’t be, worst of all thought he has love. ”Love” especially for a “Beetlejuice” is something never to be longed for. It’s a weakness. It holds you back. Withholds your potential. Stops your power from growing.

Yet this stupid, worthless little pansy of a “Beetlejuice” has a young, pretty, little human wrapped around his finger who adores him. Keatlejuice has watched from the shadows in disgust as y/n has lavished him with affection and praise, and frankly he’s had some fun wacking off to their sexcapades (wether or not MusicalJuice knew any of this is up for debate).

Worst of all, MusicalJuice has a way out.

(reblogs appreciated!)

[mutual-monsters]

tobe's 2024 kinktober masterlist

hey! i know i have been gone for a long time (it’s kind of a long story– fanfiction writer’s curse, y’know?) but i kinda thought that if i tried kinktober it might help me start writing again. I’m really sorry because i feel like i’ve let you guys down. I’m sorry for disappearing and not posting. i hope you guys can understand.

i’m (obviously) not gonna write for ever day, but i do want to try to write for a handful of them. i’ll have some dates listed below. i hope i can make all of them, but try not to be upset if a miss a couple. 

some of the days will be headcannons (highlighted in green) and some of them will be short oneshots (highlighted in purple). i’ll try to give names to the oneshots as the come out.

also, i tried to pick some characters that are new to my blog, partially as a challenge to me, and also because i’ve had a lot of ideas since the last time i posted. 

this event, along with my entire blog, is 18+.

October 11– dumbification & degradation + ransom drysdale 

October 12 15 – handjob & mask + richie kirsch

October 18 – praise + mickey altieri

October 19 – hypnosis + beetlejuice

October 25 – corruption + gideon graves

October 26 – breeding + bucky barnes

October 31 –  wet dreams & mind control (via cilil on tumblr) + dark!charles xavier

[atimburtonfan]

-- Legendary director Tim Burton became the latest person to receive a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame on Tuesday.

The ceremony took place ahead of the release of his latest film, "Beetlejuice Beetlejuice," this weekend. Winona Ryder, who appeared in the 1988 "Beetlejuice" film alongside Michael Keaton, attended the ceremony. Keaton and Danny DeVito were also there.

Ryder and Keaton praised Burton for his inclusiveness and ability to think outside the box.

"When I met you, I was a weird kid...You make being a weird girl not just OK, but something to celebrate and even kind of cool," Ryder said at the ceremony.

- Article from abc7

[obsessive-ego]

Toonjuice taking y/n to a love hotel for the night because math wise it's cheaper than a regular motel in the neitherworld

The whole thing is awkward and embarrassing but the two need to sleep (I believe toon is the only beetlejuice who NEEDS to sleep)

The tacky wallpaper, heart shaped bed, complimentary sex toys were one thing, things that could be over looked

But

"I'm gonna go splash some cold water on my face" y/n sighs, exhausted by the events prior, they make their way to the bathroom

They scream

Immediately beej scrambles after them, excited to see what could have made y/n scream louder than he's ever herd from them, he quickly shoves y/n from the doorframe of the bathroom, excited to see the horror, but there was nothing

"Way to yank my chain babes" the ghoul sighs tugging on a chain around his neck in a mock hanging himself motion

"What? No, look!" Y/n gesturing to the room, clearly upset

Beej looks at the bathroom and back to them confused

"It's carpeted!" Y/n shouts

"So?"

"So?! So that'd disgusting! Imagine all the mold and crap that's in there, or how gross the floor is gonna feel after a shower-!" Y/n babbles in disgust all the while beej is staring at the floor, listening to every gross word as if it was gold

Cuts to the roadhouse

"I don't know what was so important you made me leave work early beej"

"You love leaving early toots" beej hums with delight as he's dragging you through his home "I just wanted to show you some home renovations you inspired"

"Oh? You finally fixed that loose board?"

"Don't be silly babes, how am I supposed to get under the house if I fix it?"

Y/n rolls their eyes and makes the mental note to watch their step

"The bathroom babes, take a look♡"

Confused y/n opens the door to see the horror of carpet

"You sung it's praise for hours last week, an absolute nightmare♡ I can't believe I've never thought of such gross decor♡"

[hoodoo12]

Just curious if you ever finished the story inspired by this incredible piece of art. I’d love to read what you came up with.

I sure did!

For You

NSFW, Beetlejuice + gen neutral reader

Enjoy!

“Open your eyes.”

“I can’t.” You cupped his chin gently. One finger tickled his beard along his jaw. 

“Can’t? Or won’t?”

Beetlejuice pressed lips together hard enough that they disappeared. His eyelids fluttered but stayed closed. Longer than expected or should be by the way he vigorously rubbed his eyes every morning, his eyelashes were visible against the pale skin under his eyes. They were pretty. 

“C-can’t!” he stuttered, the word an explosion from his mouth. In the space it took for you to take a lungful of air, he continued. “I c-can’t because, because then I’ll just … lose it and I don’t even have my pants off yet! I’d have to change my underwear!” Keeping the thought that maybe he wanted to jizz in his underwear so he’d have an excuse to steal a pair of yours to yourself, you nonetheless harrumphed lightly. “And who’s fault is that? You’re the one who tied your own hands behind your back.”

He couldn’t hold in a laugh at the reminder. “Yeah yeah. I just … I thought it’d be fun.” “It is fun,” you agreed, letting your gaze drift downward and linger on his body. Keeping hold of his chin, you leaned forward. With your mouth next to his ear you whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you, Beetlejuice.”

His laughter stopped. He replied with a thin, wordless mewl. 

Despite his insistence that his wrists be restrained at the small of his back (if there was a cord, rope, chain, silk tie, or hell, a zip tie it was invisible), you were able to maneuver him enough to remove his trousers. The unbuttoned shirt stayed on because if he wanted to pretend, you could go along with that. With his eyes still closed he jumped as if surprised every time you kissed him. 

Those kisses went everywhere. The tip of his nose, the dip between his collarbones, along one collarbone, around but not on a nipple, a random spot on his belly, the underside of the head of his cock, one inner thigh then the opposite inner thigh. He jerked and made a small sound each time your lips touched him. That sound became louder as you dribbled his favorite scented lube over his balls and used your fingers to work it where it needed to be.

You took him in again, then quietly asked him to turn over. 

Beetlejuice twisted without the use of his arms–he was dedicated–until he was stomach down on the bed. “Scoot backward,” you instructed, and grabbed his hips to guide him exactly where you wanted him to be: stomach still flat on the mattress but bent in the middle so his feet were on the ground. He went to his tiptoes to lift his hips a little. You weren’t sure if that was for you specifically or if it was to take some of the pressure off his erection. The hand that was palm up at his waist became a fist. You waited a moment, taking in his tremble of anticipation. That tremble became an actual shake as your hand, coated with slick, slipped between the cheeks of his ass once again. He widened his legs, just a bit. An invitation.

One that you took. Stepping closer so your thighs were brushing his, you wiggled your hips just a little, encouraging him to relax. When the tenseness left him, you eased in. “Fuuuuck,” Beetlejuice groaned, his voice muffled by the sheets. He dragged the word out for as long as it took for you to fill him. The final hard consonant ended the moment your pelvic bone touched his ass.

“You look so good like this,” you praised. His response was another wordless noise of pure pleasure. With a smile he couldn’t see since he’d face-planted into the bed, you did as you’d promised. You fucked him. Beetlejuice was so greedy for everything you gave him it was difficult not to use sharp movements and just fuck him senseless. He begged for more every time you slammed into him, which gave you a nice power trip, but the sounds he made when you dragged everything to a snail’s pace were delicious too. You found you could make him not quite know what to do when you held his wrists–still in the small of his back–and rolled your hips smoothly. The combination of dominant and sensual seemed to short circuit him. He moaned prettily. He cried out loudly. He called you baby and lover. He tried so hard to keep his hips up for you, letting you fuck him the way you wanted, for as long as you wanted. When pleasure built up to almost its peak in him, he bit the sheets below him in one last effort to stave off the end. You helped with that by stopping completely and backing away from him. His cry of distress would have been heart-breaking if you didn’t immediately prod him to turn over. “I want to watch you,” you panted. He moaned and nodded feverishly as he obeyed.

He gave up the self-imposed requirement that his arms be behind him. He held his own legs behind his knees for you. When you returned to your place between them, sliding into him once again, he threw his head back with an open-mouthed moan. As you continued, you positioned his legs a you wanted them: calves on your shoulders so his thighs were closer together. That left his hands free to grasp at you, finding your hips to encourage you deep, deeper, deepest, then gripping you so tightly that your flesh indented around his fingers. You stayed where he’d put you, buried in him. Beetlejuice rolled his own pelvis in tiny movements. You let him take his pleasure but moaned with him. His jaw became slack. His eyes finally opened and landed on yours, but based on his expression weren’t sure if they were focused. Once again his moans undulated, making you smile even as your breath became quick. “You’re gorgeous.” His eyes, made dark with arousal, did manage to meet yours at that. He licked his lips and swallowed, ready to reply– You cut him off with action, not words. You didn’t move away from him but did wrap your hand around his cock and stroked him. Whatever he was going to say was lost. He cried out again and one hand released your hips to encircle your hand. Just as you let him direct the movement of your pelvis, you let him dictate how hard he wanted jerked off. He didn’t want to be fucked, just filled, but he used your hand swift and hard. You hadn’t lied about how you thought he looked, spread out before you. As he squirmed, as he groaned, you watched the pleasure build up in him. It did you too and you moaned along with him. That made a smile dance near his mouth, but he couldn’t quite laugh in joy as he once again began to reach his peak. After only another few pulls on his cock with your hand, Beetlejuice stilled for a moment, then came in thick, heavy spurts. He shuddered as he did, his upright legs jerking in place against you. You let him take as long as he needed. When he finally began to relax, you eased back away and out of him. He twisted to lay on his side and not fall off the edge of the bed. After taking a moment to wipe yourself, you lay on the bed too, spooning him from behind. “Why’d you do that?” he asked. “Why’d you do all that for me?” “‘Cause I wanted to. Because you deserve it.” He was silent a moment. Digesting that. “I owe you one.” You shrugged a shoulder. “If you want. I liked it, you know.” From his silence, you realized he didn’t know. He was used to tit-for-tat, expecting to be used and then ignored, nothing was free and you were a fool if you believed that because there was always a price to pay. “I owe you,” Beetlejuice repeated. You let it go because it wasn’t worth explaining and besides, it wasn’t like you weren’t going to get physical with him again. “With interest!” he said with a chuckle. “I promise!” You chuckled too and agreed. fin