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.
Pardon but isn’t BJ and Lydia have a rather large age gap? Isn’t Lydia a minor? Not to be rude but that kinda made me and others uncomfortable.
Uh…yeah? I don't ship them? I like them being, like, besties. I've never shipped them romantically. Only platonically.
Wait, is this about the commission I just posted? Cuz…that wasn't Lydia. That was someone's OC.
Was it any of the drawings I've posted where he's hugging her? Cuz those were not intended to be romantic? Can best friends not hug n' shit?
I'm sorry, I'm just super confused. I'm sorry you've been made uncomfortable, though. That sucks. Not my intention at all. But I don't know why you're sending this to me. Can you please elaborate cuz I genuinely don't know what we're talking about.
I just read all of your Beetlejuice stuff and I think this idea would be absolutely perfect for you to write about... Having special 'boob time' with Beetlejuice to shut him up if he's being too loud or rowdy, like letting him touch or lay against/between you titties to distract him... Feel free to ignore this if this is not what you want
Hello hello!!!
So I didn't want you to keep waiting on this so I enlisted the help of the amazing @the--blackdahlia to write this. I hope that's ok, I just felt really bad to keep putting it off with my current headspace being elsewhere as well as...*whispers* I have very tiny boobs and they aren't much fun tbh lol.
Hope this fits your thots. It does mine if I could have him play with me 🤣 Thank you so much for asking!!!! Feel free to send another if you have more ideas.
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When Beej gets in a mood, he gets…rowdy
Like, think of a kid with a chemistry set trying to see what he can get to explode.
He will talk a mile a minute, no matter the time of day or what you’re trying to do.
But you know there is one thing you can do to get him to chill out.
You walk into a room with a low-cut shirt and anything he was going to say just goes out the door.
He’ll stare at you, mount hung open a little before he smirks and is on you.
Once your shirt is gone, he basically smothers himself in your boobs (well, if he could breathe he’d smother himself)
He licks to suck on the nipples, motorboat, or even just lay his head on them.
He tells people he’s a leg man, but when it comes to you, he’s a boob man, ass man, eye man.
Basically, he just really likes you.
And any chance he gets to play with your boobs is a blessing to him.
Even if he doesn’t realize you’ve got him trained to behave when the cleavage comes out.
And of course, if he’s a really good boy, he gets more than boob time.
I'm currently back in Gotham. I tried to only visit but I'm currently consumed. If you want to send me a message or an ask, please feel free!!
To the peeps following me for Beetlejuice, please feel free to send me an ask or thot and I might work on it! Lost a bit of the juice lust while back to my main love but still willing to play! Just need some inspo!!
Pedo freak tag your fucking B**tlebab*s you do know Lydia's an literal actual child right? Ew ☠ ks
So first off, I’m assuming you’re confused, I don’t ship Beej and Lydia. I’d like you to try and find ANY ship content on this blog. I’ll wait. (Spoiler: you won’t find any.)
Second, fuck you for wanting to send this to anyone. You are completely in your right not to like something, but it’s disgusting to tell people to kill themselves. Just block tags and content creators that you don’t want to see. It’s not ok to send these kinds of messages.
