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demonwifey · 3 years

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Mommy’s Kissing Who?🎄🎅🏻

Hey guys! Hope you all had a safe and amazing holiday! So this idea literally came to me right after listening to “I Saw Mommy Kissing Beetlejuice” and knew I had to post it for you guys to see. While you’re reading this just keep in mind I didn’t make the reader’s daughter Skye even though she was the one signing it. I’m bad at names so you’ll see the daughter go by she and her for the entire thing. Think about if you had a daughter and what you would name her. Hope you guys enjoy!💚💜🖤

Beetlejuice x black+fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, hints of sexual themes

Word count: 3,688

“I can’t believe I’m gonna ask this but, Beej, just please try to be on your best behavior.” You practically begged, clasping your hands together near your chest for added effect.

The demon man let out a hearty laugh before snapping his suspenders against his chest. His costume was like a mix between his normal suit and an actual Santa costume: red and white striped, his regular boots, and a Santa hat to top it off. You thought his overgrown green beard would’ve been a giveaway to your child at least.

“Come on, babes. Give me a little credit! I’m gonna be the best damn Santa these twerps have ever seen.” He reassured you. His confidence should’ve made you feel at ease but it didn’t. No that it mattered, it was too late to turn back now. You both looked up as the Scout Leader announced his arrival from outside the small room you two were in, basically queuing him to come out.

“It’s Showtime, babes.” He said to you and gave a flirtatious wink before walking out to the young girls yelling in excitement.

You watched as they all scurried to huddle around him. You watched your daughter closely, thankfully she didn’t recognize Beej and the other girls didn’t notice anything off. Maybe he was right, you should’ve given him more credit. You straightened your dress and fixed your hair out before making your way over the other parents as they all watched with joy.

“HO HO HO! Merry Christmas, you little shits!” You heard him yell loudly across the room.

You stopped in your tracks and your eyes widened almost comically at the sentence you just heard. You prayed to any other worldly being out there that it was only your imagination. When you looked up at the other parents, you could see it wasn’t. Their faces matched yours and they quickly turned their eyes towards you. Yeah, this was going to be one long night.

****

You didn’t know how you could’ve ended up in a worse position. You were in charge of one thing for the Girl Scout’s Christmas party: get someone to play Santa Claus and have him hand out the girls merit badges. All the other parent’s handled things like food, decorations, etc. It’s not like it was a hard task for you to do. Hell, you found and booked a guy at the beginning of the month. Everything was fine on your end, until two days ago. Your Santa Claus called saying he was sick with the flu. You’d already had a few mishaps with Girl Scout events in the past, so this was your chance to show the other parents that you weren’t a total screw up. Yet here you were on your laptop, scrambling through different websites to try and find a new person to play Santa.

“Hey Mommy, which shoes should I wear for the party tomorrow?” You heard your daughter’s perky voice ask from behind you. As a reflex, you quickly slammed your laptop screen down and looked at her with wide eyes. She stood behind the couch with each hand holding one shoe from a different pair.

“Hmm, I think I like the black ones better. They’ll match your badge belt.” You faked a casual tone.

She looked at the shoe you chose, like she was thinking for a moment, before nodding in excited agreement and running back to her room. You strained a smile as you watched her go before letting out a frustrated sigh and once you heard her door close. You were doing this, not just for the other girls, but for her as well. Your daughter always got so excited when someone mentioned Santa. How shitty would you feel if you had to watch her face turn to disappointment when they were all told Santa wasn’t coming? The mental image alone made your heart sink to the floor. You leaned forward to drop your head into your hands and let out another sigh; this one being much louder.

“Hey, keep making noises like that and I’m gonna get turned on, babes.” You heard a familiar voice coming from the side of you.

You didn’t even need to move your head to know it was Beetlejuice. You loved the demon to death but right now, you were in no mood to joke around. You could tell he sensed that when you didn’t respond. You didn’t see, but he awkwardly scratched the back of his head before sitting next to you. He placed an equally awkward hand on your back and started rubbing circles on it.

“Uh, you’re not gonna start crying are you? I’ve always been bad with that sort of thing. I mean, I had to watch The Notebook with Adam and Barbara one time and I had no idea what to do. They just started sobbing and saying “If you’re a bird, I’m a bird” to each other and it was the stupidest thing I’d seen-” And you stopped him before he could finish.

“No, Beej, I’m not gonna start crying. But, God, do I want to.” You said while sitting up, his hand still rubbing circles on your back. “It’s like I had one job and it went straight to shit in one day. I’ve looked everywhere for someone to play Santa last minute but they’re all booked! And I don’t have any family members or friends that are free either. Ugh, as if they’d actually do it.”

The room fell silent for a moment. There was no point in even opening up your laptop again. Not to say you gave up...but you basically gave up.

“What about the kid’s sperm donor? Maybe the Christmas spirit has him feeling less like a piece of shit.” Beetlejuice spoke; half joking, half serious. You scoffed but then let out an actual laugh. He moved his hand to around your shoulder before and you laid his chest. Your fingers started absentmindedly playing with his tie.

“If you’re referring to her father, he hasn’t been around since she was one. I doubt anything would make him less of a piece of shit.” You responded. You hated the guy for running out on you and your daughter but you’d never have him around Beetlejuice. You already knew Beej would have murder in his eyes as soon as he’d walk through the door. You moved your neck upward to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, showing that you appreciated his attempt to make you feel better.

“Well, at least this'll be an excuse to ruin Santa for her. Just walk in and say “SANTA ISN’T COMING BECAUSE SANTA ISN’T REAL!”. Rip the band aid off. It’ll be great.” He joked, looking down at you with a sinister grin on his face. There was no doubt in your mind that he wasn’t joking.

You let out a defeated giggle before flipping his tie up to hit him in the face. You were about to give him another kiss before you heard your daughter’s voice again.

“Beetlejuice!” She screamed before running around the couch to jump between you two. You both laughed at her sudden presence before Beetlejuice placed a hand on her head.

“What’s up, anklebiter? Have too many sugar packets before bed?” He joked and her own laughter wasn’t far behind. She quickly climbed on top of his lap and pulled out two of her favorite scrunchies from her pocket.

“No, silly! I need your opinion. Which scrunchie would look better for my hair tomorrow?” She asked, much like asked you about the shoes before.

Beetlejuice was always so good around your daughter. Most guys you knew ran for the hills when they found out you had a kid, but somehow, this rude and crude demon didn’t. Maybe it was all the time he’d spent with Lydia but he fell into the ‘cool dad/uncle’ role very quickly. Not that you were begging to have that figure in her life, it was still nice to watch them interact so naturally. You laughed as Beetlejuice plucked the different color scrunchies out of her hand and examined them closely.

“Nope, neither one will do.” He twisted his face at them before tossing them both to the side. Your daughter only blinked in confusion as she watched Beetlejuice reach into one of his jacket pockets.

“This one is way more suitable!” Suddenly he pulled out a black and white striped scrunchie with a glitter covered green and black tulle bow at the center. You’d been with Beetlejuice for a while so thankfully the both of you were used to his magic. Your daughter squealed in excitement and grabbed the scrunchie out of his hand.

“Beej, you can’t keep giving her presents before Christmas.” You laughed, still watching her as she gawked at her new accessory. The demon man ignored you, knowing he was only winning her heart more and more each day. “Alright, now what do we say?” You asked, giving her a knowing look.

“Thank you, so much BJ! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” The child didn’t hold back her enthusiasm as she jumped to give him a tight hug. Beetlejuice let out his usual scratchy laugh while giving her a few pats on the back.

You watched their interaction before squinting, an idea popping into your head.

“There’s no way...” You thought to yourself, but the image stuck in your head. Once you saw it, you couldn’t unsee it. From his perfect chubby body to his earthy laugh, you could tell he was the perfect fit for your idea.

“Alright, mini me, time for bed.” You shook yourself away from your thoughts and placed a hand on her head. She turned to face you with a large pout on her face. You stopped her before she could even protest. “Teeth and pajamas, now. I’ll be in to help with your hair in a minute.” You said softly but sternly.

The girl turned to Beej for help but he only shrugged, already knowing not to protest against you. She dropped her shoulders in defeat before saying thank you one last time and giving him her own cheek kiss. She soon shuffled away to get ready for bed, still giggling about the scrunchie.

“Ya’know, doll. I like it when you get tough. It really does something to me.” The demon man wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. You rolled your eyes before making your way over to him. You swung one leg over his lap and straddled him, using your hands to hold and squish his cheeks together. Beetlejuice didn’t waste time using one hand to hold your thigh and the other to grab your ass.

“Beej....” You started, staring into his golden eyes with a look that was nothing less than seductive. It didn’t take long for Beetlejuice to be wrapped around your finger. His hands started rubbing slowly in their respective spots as you moved down to pace soft kisses on his neck. “....how would you like to do me a BIG favor?” You asked.

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Being the amazing boyfriend that he was, Beetlejuice said yes to your favor of him being the replacement Santa, at the cost of you being a wreck the entire event. Did you ever stop sweating? No. You were so used to Beej’s crass behavior at home that you didn’t think about how bad it would be to have him around other people. He started telling you all the ‘fun’ party tricks he had planned for the night. As soon as he mentioned giving the girls candy bags full of dead bugs, you realized the mistake you might’ve made.

There were more lows than highs throughout the night. Beetlejuice would make crude jokes every chance he got. Most of these jokes went over the girls heads, but their parents didn't find them very amusing. Even in your panicked state, you would have to divert Beetlejuice back to his original task. God, don’t even mention when you got close to him. It’s like he’d lose track of what was even happening to openly flirt and make lewd comments about you, in front of everyone. You lost count of how many times you had to say “haha Santa I don’t think Mrs. Claus would like that” before pinching him and making him get back on track. When it was time for food, he ate the scouts’ precious trope hamster. He played it up as a gimmick but you knew the gruesome reality of it all. The glares and stares from the adults in the room burned deep holes into your back. If you had the option to let the ground swallow you whole, you would’ve taken it.

When it finally came time to pass out the Scouts’ merit badges, that surprisingly went with minimal ease. Again, he was making odd jokes but it wasn’t the worst thing to happen all night. When he got down to your daughter, he was a lot more kind with his words than he was with the other girls. You thought he would’ve blown his cover to her as he went on a 10 minute long speech about how great and deserving she was. He was eventually stopped by the scout leader who cleared her throat to get her attention. You weren’t sure if it was the anxiety you’d been feeling all night, the sweet gesture from Beej, or the look of joy on your daughter’s face, but you were just about on the verge of tears. Despite the craziness of the night and the emotions that were flooding your brain, seeing the two of them laugh together made it all worth it.

****

After a long night out, you were finally back to your apartment. You shuffled through the door with her fast asleep on your shoulder. As soon as you got her in the car, she was out like a light. Now all you had to do was get her into pajamas and put her to bed. As you tucked her in, you could already hear Beej calling in his invisible state.

“Babydoll~ Told ya’ I was gonna be the best Santa ever. Come on, say my name. Say it so you can sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want for Christmas~” His scratchy voice echoed from behind you.

It took everything in you not to roll your eyes. Thankfully your daughter was fast asleep so she wouldn’t hear anymore of Beej’s lewd humor for the night. You stroked her hair for a second before getting up to walk out of her room, making sure to leave a slight crack in the door. You weren’t free from Beej’s voice as you put some things away and tidied up your living room. He was practically begging for you to say his name. Sure, you were being petty but he put you through hell tonight. A little payback never hurt anyone. Especially when you knew it helped fuel a little feral anger him. Angry Beej was your favorite Beej.

After about 30 minutes, you could feel the air in the room growing a little warm. You smiled to yourself, finally feeling as though you’d tortured him enough. You whispered his name slowly and sensual as you possibly could. As soon as you finished with the last syllable, you didn’t have time to swat away the thick green smoke surrounding your face before you felt his arms wrap around your waist. His nose was practically touching yours and you noticed the mischievous grin on his face. It didn’t surprise you that he still had on the Santa costume and soon you felt him pepper quick kisses on your neck.

“So tell me little girl, have you been naughty or nice this year?” He asked in between kisses. You let out a light giggle as the hairs on his beard tickles your neck.

“Aren’t you supposed to know that already, Santa?” You asked with added sarcasm on the name. He ignored you as he started nipping at your neck. “Anyway,” You stopped him by grabbing his cheeks with your hands. The way his face looked squished between your hands was too adorable for you to handle.

“Even though you were giving me anxiety all night, I still wanna say thank you for doing me this favor. It really means a lot.” With your words, you used one thumb to gently rub against his cheek. He didn’t even try to hide the goofy smile that filled his face. The only thing missing from his costume was the Santa hat so you could see the baby pink color that started to creep up strands of his hair.

“Aw, don’t sweat it, doll. You know I’d do anything for you and the kid.” He said so nonchalantly. It wasn’t until you gave him a fond smile that he realized what he said. It was rare for Beetlejuice to be anything less than crass. Whenever he showed moments of sincerity, it made your heart feel warm. His hair only got pinker as you looked at him with hearts in your eyes.

“I still want to show my appreciation. Seriously, what can I do to say thanks?” You asked, already knowing the type of answer he’d give. You watched as he acted like he was thinking for a moment. Just as his lip twisted back until an evil smirk, you felt one of his cold hands make his way down to your ass and give a gentle squeeze.

“Wellllll, how about a kiss under the mistletoe, babes?” He leaned in closer to your face.

You assumed he would’ve made one appear over you because you didn’t have one hanging anywhere in your apartment. A small puff of green smoke appeared in front of you but when you looked above, there wasn’t mistletoe to be found. Beej still had the arrogant smirk on his face as he watched you look around in confusion. After a second, it finally hit you. You made the mistake of looking down to see said mistletoe resting on the belt above his crotch. When you looked back at him, he wiggled his eyebrows. The annoyed sigh you let out could’ve been heard throughout the whole building. God, this guy was such a dumbass.

“Well? You gonna thank me or what?” The demon man asked, giving your ass a harder squeeze. You ignored his question and reached down. He seemed to get excited, but you disregarded his expectations that when you plucked the mistletoe off of his belt and held it above your heads.

“Don’t get too cocky, dweeb.” You saw that he was about to protest but you pushed your lips against his before he could.

Kissing Beetlejuice was nothing new but somehow this was a little different. You just remembered how sweet he was to your daughter and the interactions they’ve had. You thought about how you loved seeing them together. You thought about how much you loved the three of you being together like a family, like the family you’ve secretly wanted for so long. You put all of those thoughts into the kiss. All the love you had for Beetlejuice, you put into your kiss.

He was a little flustered at first, but eventually got in sync with you. He could tell you were putting your all into the kiss and was determined to do the same. You dropped the mistletoe to the floor and wrapped your arms around the man’s neck, pulling your bodies closer together. Beej let out a small grunt as you let your tongue slip it’s way into his mouth. You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into with that. Not long after did Beetlejuice shove his own freakishly large tongue until your mouth, and later down your throat. You tried your hardest not to let out a loud moan once you felt the wetness fill up your mouth, but you knew that’s exactly what Beej wanted to hear.

Even though you wanted to go longer, it would’ve been easier to finish what you started in the bedroom. Your daughter never caught you and Beej in the act, thank God, but there have been times where it was a close call. You hesitantly pulled away from the demon man, and it took a second for his tongue to leave from your throat. You gasped for air as your hands rested on his chest. You could see the ready-to-go feral look on his face as he rested his forehead on yours.

“Was that a good enough thank you?” You asked, letting out a slight laugh. Beetlejuice let out a heartier laugh as his golden eyes glowed bright like stars.

“I think I could use a little more convincing.” His scratchy voice echoed through your ears as he leaned down to wrap his arms around your thighs. You didn’t have a second to think as he lifted your body off of the ground and threw you over his shoulder with ease; one hand rested on your thigh and the other held a tight grip on your ass. You tried not to laugh too loudly as he carried your to your bedroom, ending the night in hours and hours of lovemaking.

With being so wrapped up in each other, you didn’t see your daughter peeking from around the hallway corner. Even though you thought she was fast asleep, Beetlejuice’s presence had woken her up while she tucked you in. She snuck out to watch in both joy and disgust as you two basically made out in the living room. She was glad to see you happy but it was still gross to see her parental figures kissing at all. With Beetlejuice still being in his Santa costume, she was able to put two and two together. She didn’t necessarily stop believing in Santa but she was glad Beetlejuice played the part for her.

The young girl scurried her way back into her room and gently closed the door so you two wouldn’t hear. Boy, was she gonna have a story to tell her fellow Girl Scouts.

Thank you guys so much for reading! See you guys in the New Year!💚💜🖤 🎉

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bigolyikesthings · 5 years

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Alternative uses for pillows

((More smut and with a female reader, but that can be edited on request!))

It was the perfect timing. You were downstairs watching a tv show and thought he was still away scaring breathers. Little did you know, Beetlejuice was not only back from his occasional work, but he was in your room. And he was overwhelmed.

He’d been gone for a few days and the memory of your scent had been beginning to fade. But now he was here. In your room. Where everything smelt like you. There was laundry in the basket covered in you and the bed was still unmade. He knew you unaware he was back, and that meant he had free reign in here. But he couldn’t be too loud. Normally, he liked to dig around in the drawers or your laundry basket. Maybe find a little bit of fabric to take as a souvenir for later on when you slept and the house was silent, when he could let his thoughts and hopes run wild. BJ had the biggest crush on you. In both a soft and romantic cuddles in the evening while laughing together kind of way, and in a how would your moans sound with his cock in your mouth kind of way. There were times when you nearly broke his restraint. Touches, movements, clothing choices, some days those added up and Beej had to excuse himself to another room because his barely noticeable semi was becoming all the more noticeable. You never seemed to be the wiser to the fact that sometimes when he disappeared while hanging out, later on your room would smell a little must and a pair of panties might be missing.

Right now though, it was your bed that called to him. Smelling so strongly of you and being messy enough that he knew you had only just left. Hell, what are the chances the sheets were still warm? With only one way to find out and his shirt and pants already gone, BJ dove face first onto your bed. And fuck if he didn’t finish right then. The sheets still had a lingering warmth and burying his face in-between two of your pillows was nearly the same as burying his head between your neck and shoulder. Unconsciously he began to rut against the mattress, breathing in hard. It felt so good having you all around him and the idea of you making little pants and sounds as he pushed against you was driving him up the wall. BUT. It wasn’t enough. His fantasy needed more. Humping a bed, as much as it smelt like you, wasn’t quite doing it. He could get off like this, but it had been a long time and an opportunity like this may not present itself again for a while. Thankfully, Beetlejuice is nothing if not a problem solver. He was quick to roll over, now laying with his back flat on your mattress and his erection curving up to nearly face him. The two pillows on either side of his head were taken, one in each hand, and were cupped around his dick. A micromovement of the hips to test out the feeling, and he was off. He was fucking up into your pillows, your pillows were every night you rest your pretty head, and it was amazing. Now his imagination was free to truly roam and he could dwell on every fantasy. He could picture you riding him right now, starting off doing the movements all on your own. Bouncing up and down, looking so pretty for him while he groped your chest. That is until he took control, slamming up into you. And your sounds building up to screaming his name and his praises because he made you feel so good. Fuck, he was a mess right now. Pink hair everywhere and muttering to himself. “You like that? You like me stretching you out like this? Fucking so wet for me babes.”

If your bedsheets were bad before, they were a true mess now. One corner of a sheet bunched up against his face and the rest of your blankets thrown to the floor.

Right as BJ was trying to think how long it��d take to make you cum, and just what face you’d make, he heard it. The first creak of the stairs. You were coming upstairs. He panicked. What if you caught him? There’s no way you’d still want him around after this. After he was a massive pervert, fucking your pillows in your bed. You’d catch him, be horrified, and send him away. This would ruin everything.

Or.

Or what if you were into it. Maybe you might find it flattering. Or hot. Maybe getting caught could be good. Maybe you’d want to watch, or even join in. You’d throw the pillows to the side and immediately replace them with your lips, making eye contact as you removed your shirt and then licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft. Give him a cocky little wink before fully engulfing him in your mouth. And with that thought he came. His hips stuttered into the pillows right as your feet hit the landing. He wanted to lie there, bask in what he had done and wait for you, see his fantasy come to life. But his post-nut brain came through, telling him that either a) it wouldn’t happen and all the bad things would happen instead, or b) it’s not exactly a good look for you to walk in on him having cum all over two of your pillows, even if you are into him.

As quick as he could, Beetlejuice picked himself up off the bed, grabbed the pillows he’d sullied and should probably wash (though leaving them for you to lie on would be hot as fuck), and made a dash for your wardrobe. You were at the door so it was too late for him to make a normal escape, and he was kind of curious to see if you’d notice two of your many pillows missing. Maybe he could keep them. At least the pillow cases could totally join his collection.

The wardrobe door quietly closed over right as your bedroom door opened, BJ watching though the slats in the door as you closed your bedroom door behind you and stood for a moment to face your bed. You’d left it a mess when you got out of bed this morning, this is true, but you didn’t think it was this bad.

“Wow, I’m a bit of a pig sometimes.” Was all you muttered under your breath as you became to put the bed back together. He didn’t need to, but the act of letting out a quiet sigh of relief was cathartic for Beej, immediately enjoying watching you bend to tuck in your sheets. He was just weighing the pros and cons of trying to make a sneaking escape versus hanging around and maybe giving those pillows another run for their money when you did something that made him freeze.

Once the bed was made, a few pillows missing but those were usually strewn around the house and could likely be found later, you flopped on to the bed. And from your back pocket you pulled a lump of material. You had been about to do laundry downstairs, some towels needed to be run through, when you found a little black and white something in the pile. Beetlejuice had been convinced to wash some items of clothing, at least for hygiene sake. These were usually just socks and underwear, with the occasional shirt. And wouldn’t you know it, buried in with the towels was a pair of boxer briefs. Boxer briefs that when you picked them up immediately reminded you of Beej and of his scent and of the fact that he had been gone a few days now. And he would probably be gone a few more.

Unbeknownst to the demon, you too harboured a crush. One that ached for sweet kisses and dumb inside jokes. One that craved his touch, his smell, his lips, and everything hidden below that suit.

It took some mental convincing, but less than you’d be willing to admit, to pocket the underwear. The washing was put on and you made moves for your bedroom to put the striped cloth to use.

You placed the garment on your chest, right below your chin. Where you could see it and smell him. Next, your pants were quickly shimmied down your ankles and kicked to the side of the bed. Finally, you reached for the tool you kept hidden in your bedside drawer. All that you needed was in place.

And Beetlejuice watched this. Watched as you scrunched the material and held it to your nose, taking a deep breath and clicking the vibrator on. He didn’t know you had a vibrator. He’d searched every inch of your room, certain he’d heard buzzing late at night, but he’d never found it. If he had, well that thing would have a nice coating of saliva by now.

Watching intently, he saw you trail it down to graze over your panties you were still wearing and blocking his view with, he realised what you were holding in your hand. He was rocking a semi already because holy shit you were about to jack it to him. Explicitly to him, and no one else, there was no way you were thinking of any other guy while breathing in his scent so obviously. He had to bite his lip to stop from moaning out loud. Any thoughts of leaving were gone from his head. You couldn’t get him to leave this show for anything.

Alternating between just breathing and taking deep breaths of the boxers, you pushed your panties to the side, over the tease and ready for a little more. You didn’t hear the quiet whine when you did this. Or the slightly louder, but still quiet, moan when you let your legs fall open and you slid the vibrator in. Pausing for just a moment, and one more deep inhale, you began to pump the vibe in and out of yourself. In the closet Beetlejuice began to once again fuck the pillows, but this time making sure to match your pace. He couldn’t decide if it was hotter how it was now, or if it was him fucking you and not that piece of silicon. He definitely envied it but loved the show it was providing. And the noises it was drawing from you.

You needed just a little more. The smell was definitely helping your imagination, and you could just imagine BJ was with you, driving his cock into you again and again. But it wasn’t quite enough. You gave up on scrunching his underwear and elected to just leave it on your face as your now unoccupied hand headed toward the action. Now, being able to fuck yourself with the vibrator, and give attention to your clit, you could fully let yourself go.

“Oh my god BJ, so good, yes, please, fucking oh my god I want you to…Beetlejuice fuck…”

He was almost there. Hearing you calling for him was better than he ever could’ve imagined. Trying to keep the pace you had set for yourself was growing too hard. He needed to go harder and faster. So he focused on your face and your hands and your calls. But he needed you to finish. He didn’t want to cum until he saw what you looked like when you reached ecstasy. That needed to be carved into his brain. Thankfully, Beej is good at edging, and keeping himself there wasn’t too hard. It certainly wasn’t easy, especially not while watching you writhe, but he could do it.

You were almost there too. You could imagine him there, biting your neck and pushing you into the mattress. All the things he’d be saying and all the things he’d be doing with his hands. It felt wrong to think of your friend like this, but it felt so damn good right now that you could feel awkward about it later. And this wasn’t anything new. Hell, you once found yourself nearly grinding against the couch cushion after he’d reached over you for snacks and winked at you. And now you were imagining if you had reached for him like you’d wanted, if you’d pulled him against you and encouraged him to fuck you on the couch. Or hell, even on the floor. You just wanted him. And this thought was enough to send you sky high. Your back arched and threw the cloth from your face and with a final stuttering call of “Be-beetlejuiice!” you came.

Briefly muffled by his underwear, BJ heard you cry his name and his gaze bounced between your clenched eyes and stuttering hips. With the sound of his name on your lips permanently burned into his brain, he came once again into your pillows.

The pair of you drew gasping breaths for a moment.

You lay basking in the afterglow, gathering your thoughts and wondering when BJ might be back from his trip. The man himself had made a quick escape, appearing in the laundry room with the sullied and glowing pillow cases which he tossed in the washing machine with the towels. He lent back against the wall and grinned. Well now he knew the feeling was mutual. He wouldn’t push anything too hard, you clearly weren’t ready just yet and he still felt nervous despite all he’d seen. But he was going to push. He knew what he knew and he knew what you both wanted.

The house was about to get a whole lot more dangerous.

((shoutout to @softbeej and their top tier asks for inspiring this thing))

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hazardmag · 5 years

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BJ LAFLARE let HAZARD Magazine be the first to know what he has planned for the future of D7 and talks about his journey so far.

HM: So where does your journey begin? What made you start rapping?

BL: My journey began when my beautiful, 4’11 mother gave birth to a set of genius twins. I was also super into entertainment and music but I really thought I was gonna get drafted to the league. So, it was just in the back of my mind until I had this weird ‘follow your dreams’ phase after I got put on academic probation. Nothing specifically made me start D7, it was just an idea that was in my head. Too long to not act on it. Felt like I was ignoring a sign from a higher power.

HM: What do you consider to be your strong suit?

BL: I think my strong suit is my ability to put shit in motion without needing anything or anyone. I’m sure there’s a word for that but I’m high right now. When I started this, I didn’t have people backing me or brands or anything to help support it. Just strictly me using my twitter. Even now like I have a great support system, of course. But when I’m working on projects, it’s really just me and my brother K. Mitch locked in. Like before Mixed Emotions dropped it was hard to get him on showcases with such little music out. So we made our own showcase.

HM: Where do you plan on taking your music to? Is this something you’re going to be doing long-term?

BL: My goals with Dimension 7 is a lot more complex than I think people assume. But that’s on me for not talking about it. I haven’t really accomplished much, so I don’t feel the need to talk about it. It’s bigger than music for sure though. I just feel like music is our best shot to create a platform where we can expand into other areas. I want to help the planet. I want to provide fresh food for people in 3rd world countries. I want to have my own store in Houston, a bad ass place that sells all Texas clothing brands and the homies brands I’ve met through twitter. A stage in the back to have shows and shit. My girl wants a studio in there to makeup. It’ll be dope tho for sure. I want to make films. I want to write a book. I want a community center for the lil’ homies in bad areas to come play or make music to stay out the streets. I’m all over the place with D7. I love it.

HM: Your favorite part or aspect of D7?

BL: My favorite part of having D7 is that I can and will do whatever the fuck I want. Whether it’s opening up a store, feeding the homeless, having talented artist. The possibilities are endless and I’m the type of nigga who’s never satisfied so I’ll be finding ways to help the world and fulfill my personal excitement until I die.

HM: Who are your influences?

BL: My influences are A$ap Yams and my momma. And me. Yams was so ahead of his time and the way he ran point for east coast hip hop is amazing. The fact he’s so relevant still after his death says it all. My momma the coldest nigga alive. I’m right behind her.

HM: If you could only pick 5 artists to be in XXL Freshmen Class who would they be?

BL: XXL lost all credibility. it’s a fucking joke at this point. They need the artist more than the artist need them. That being said though, from the list of freshman this year it would be hard to not say the top 5 wouldn’t be Blueface - Dababy- Sheck Wes - Megan and Rico. In my opinion Boogie, Tierra whack, Don Toliver and Valee are the best out of all the names. But I doubt they’ll make it.

HM: Do you plan to venture off into any other genres?

BL: Music wise, I’m open to having all types of artist. I struck gold with K.Mitch and Kaash. I’m working with another talented guy named Moe right now as well. It’s just a coincidence they make ‘vibey’ music. I like all music besides country, I can’t even lie. But for sure if somebody make EDM or classical and the shit sounds good to me I’d be open to it.

HM: Any events or projects that we can look forward to?

BL: Hopefully a kid. I really want a kid and my lifestyle not changing. My lil’ one will be apart of all this. I don’t know when this will be out but we’re throwing two Mixed Emotions listening parties one in Houston and one in Austin. A show before the summer, definitely. Lately, we’ve been taking care of business like meeting with investors and people who can help push what we’re putting out either financially or just a bigger audience. So we been quiet trying to set up the future. Everything Mitch and I do is self-funded and the ideas are getting too big for just us to do it in the position we’re in.

Also balancing our own personal life going through stuff. So we’re pitching it to others. Hopefully, by the time this is out we’ll have some white people in suits with nice bank accounts on our team. That way we can accomplish what we really want to.

STREAM MIXED EMOTIONS RIGHT NOW ITS ON EVERY PLATFORM. MIXED EMOTIONS SHORT FILM ON THE WAY. UT FILM CREW WENT CRAZY. JOEY IS A GENIUS.

Thanks for reaching out and I wish you the best with this! If you need anything you always got me.

Keep up with BJ: @BJLAFLARE7

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hopeishappinessff · 6 years

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Chapter 35

Rolling over onto my side, I squinted at the beaming neon numbers on my alarm clock and after yawning and stretching wide, I smiled broadly and pushed myself into an upright position… today, was my birthday. I woke up nearly twenty minutes earlier than usual, so I spoiled myself by snuggling in my bed and flipping on the television to pass time. Around seven am., I finally climbed out of bed and moseyed over to my bathroom to complete my morning tasks. Within twenty minutes, I was out of the shower and making my way back into my room with a towel wrapped snuggly around my frame. Before I could reach my closet, a large white bag perched beside a shoe box near the closet entrance caught my eye. A slight rush of panic surged through me as I peeked around my room then slowly approached the randomly placed objects. Hesitantly, I reached down into the bag and I could feel soft material against the tips of my fingers.

Minutes later I’d pulled an entire mystery outfit from the bag and a matching pair of shoes from the shoebox. I grinned at the sight of the adorable getup, though I had no clue where it came from. Rushing back to the bathroom, I quickly released my golden tresses from the holder then fluffed it to make each necessary piece fall perfectly around my face. I only slowed down long enough to paint my face with a thin layer of foundation, followed by a natural contour, a pop of bronzer for a nice glow, 3D fiber mascara, and a neutral pink gloss to accentuate my lips. Moving back into my room, I rid myself of the plush towel and swiftly dressed in the entire outfit from the bag that consisted of khaki skinnies, a black hoodie that read ‘Beauty’ in bold white letters, and a fresh pair of red, black and white Nike Air Jordan IV’s. I completed the look by tying a red bandana neatly in my hair just behind my curly bangs, allowing the ends to remain open at the top to form bunny ears. I faced myself in the mirror and fluffed my loose curly tresses once more and without wasting anymore time, I scooped up my black studded back pack and exited my room.

The moment my foot crossed the threshold into the kitchen, my aunt instantly bombarded me with a spoon she’d been using to stir grits in one hand. “Awww, look at my baby… Happy Birthday sweetheart!” She squealed as she bobbed up and down in front of me to a Charlie Wilson song that played from her iPod dock. I giggled at her overabundance of energy and marched toward the table to claim a seat. “Thanks Auntie.” I muttered bashfully. “You’re welcome baby… oh you just look so adorable!” She gushed, making her way to the kitchen entrance where she stuck her head out into the hall. She swung back around to face me with a beaming grin and soon, a towering frame entered the space just feet behind her.

“Happy Birthday Sy.” Chris greeted as he eased closer to me and pulled me up into a warm bear hug. I shut my eyes as we embraced and inhaled his addictive scent, wishing that he could hold me that close forever. My fantasy was over the moment he stepped back and it was then that I took the opportunity to take in his ensemble. He was dressed in a sagging pair of fitted khaki’s, a black hoodie that looked remarkably similar to my own only his read ‘Beast’ in bold white letters, and his red, black and white Nike Air Jordan IV’s were an exact replica of mine. He complimented the entire look with a red snapback that he wore angled forward and straight in its usual manner.

“I like your outfit.” I smirked. He smiled as he bit into his bottom lip and allowed his eyes to roam freely over my frame “I like yours too.” “I bet you do,” My aunt blurted as she eyed us through curious eyes with a brow raised and a hand jammed against her hip, “He put both of your outfits together. Coming over here begging me to tell him what size clothes and shoes you wear. I swear you two are something else.” Glancing down at my outfit, I quickly realized that we were indeed matching to a T. From his red hat that was obviously meant to be a male’s interpretation of my red bandana, to the identical hoodies that made me the ‘Beauty’ to his ‘Beast’. I could only giggle at the concept… I had no idea he’d be thoughtful enough to put this together.

“Thank you Chris. This is absolutely adorable.” I beamed. “I was hoping you would like it.” He smirked. “Oh you two are just the cutest,” My aunt gushed, clapping her hands together as she bounced in place, “Let Auntie go get her camera and get a few shots before ya’ll go stuntin on them lil haters at your school.” With now matching blank expressions, Chris and I both stared at one another before bursting into a fit of laughter as she darted of the kitchen. She soon rushed back in with her camera on and ready to go, and nearly an entire photoshoot later she finally allowed us to make our way out the door.

“Alright my gorgeous young lady and handsome young man, you two have a good day at school. And Happy Birthday to you again baby… we’ll give you all your gifts and everything as soon as you get home.” My aunt called out behind us as we ventured down the few steps from the porch toward Chris’s truck. “Alright Auntie. You have a good day.” “Ya’ll be careful out here on these roads. Chris…” The hazardous tone in her voice prompted him to turn to face her. “Yes ma’am.” “Drive slow in that big rig boy.” She said with a stern finger pointed out at him. “Yes ma’am… I will.” He chuckled.

“Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday dear Sy’Diyah… Happy Birthday to you!” With cheeks as red a rose and a smile a mile wide, I sat with my hands clamped over my mouth as nearly the entire cafeteria joined in to croon Happy Birthday to me. I shook my head as I watched each of my friends dance about wildly, diving immediately into a lovely ethnic rendition of the tune. “Happy Birthday to ya… Happy Birthday to ya… Happy Birthdaaaaaay…” The boys all twirled around behind me and I cackled aloud as Chris reached over my shoulders and grabbed my hands, throwing them up in the air and waving them from side to side as he continued to sing the song. After enduring the embarrassment for what felt like eternity, the song finally ended with him hitting a high note right in my ear and the cafeteria erupted into applause. Once everyone at the table finally reclaimed their seats, the chatter quickly began.

“This just in, Sy’Diyah Hope Donsen is finally a legally grown ass woman… how does it feel to be a legally grown ass woman Sy?” Rashad asked in a forged reporter’s voice as he playfully stuck his fist out in my face as though he were clutching a microphone. “Well,” I stared, going along with his goofiness, “It feels pretty great sir… it’s like, I feel like I’m finally progressing in life.” He chuckled and pulled his fist back away from me “Well, you heard it here first folks… now back to you at the studio Bob.” The table roared with laughter and Destani playfully punched him in the shoulder “You stupid Shad.”

“Real spill though Sy, your outfit is lit girl,” Tameka said from her seat beside Destani, “Chris yours too… damn, wait… ya’ll niggas match. Ya’ll know that?” Glancing over at Chris, I noticed that he’d already begun to shake his head and he glared at her through squinted eyes as the rest of the table laughed. “No Meka, I personally had no idea.” He said with a hand pressed against his chest. “Well just so you know,” She leaned forward and pointed from me to him, “Your outfits look exactly alike.” He nodded his head and continued to maintain a straight face “Thanks Meeks. I swear, we honestly didn’t know.” “Damn Meka, there you go with that slow shit again.” Destani muttered. “What?” She asked, completely oblivious.

“Anyway… what time does the game start tonight?” Nalay asked. “Seven… and we got that senior recognition thing at half time.” Chris replied. “Aw damn nigga, I forgot all about that. My mama showed me some paper about that shit and I smooth ain’t listen when she tried to explain to me what it was.” Dontay said. “Yeah, well… coach said we all have to attend that shit, so you better call ma dukes and tell her.” Chris stated as he popped a fry in his mouth. Lunch was soon over and as I got up to dispose of my trash, I couldn’t help but laugh as I listened to Dontay, Chris, and Rashad argue over who would walk me to my next class. I could only shake my head as Mike and BJ both slipped into place on either side of me.

“So since dumb, dumber, and dumb ass nigga can’t get it together over there, would you mind if two real gentlemen escort you to class Madam?” BJ asked, hooking his right arm with my left before I could even reply. Mike followed suit on my right and soon they both did indeed begin to walk me toward the main doors of the cafeteria. “Aye, hold the fuck up… where ya’ll going?” Chris yelled from behind us. I glanced back at him, blew him a quick kiss, and continued to walk out of the cafeteria with my newfound escorts.

The final bell of the day rang and I couldn’t have been more ecstatic. I was forced to endure the remainder of the day with sneers and stares from nearly every girl I encountered in the halls and my classes. It didn’t take long for news of my birthday to spread and once the idea of Chris and I sporting matching outfits got around, people quickly began to speculate. I was well on my way out into the student parking lot with Destani, but we were stopped midway by a very demanding Chris.

“Chris how you gonna drive her home when you have practice like, right now?” Destani argued, but with the dominant attitude that Chris possessed, I knew the argument was as good as done the moment he parted his lips to speak. “Dez, why don’t you walk to your car, I’ll walk to mine… and Sy’Diyah will walk with me.” His statement was simple and to the point and he never even turned to face her as he walked ahead of us. “Oooohhhh, this nigga get on my last damn nerve. Your yellow ass don’t run no damn body, come on Sy let’s go.” She said, stomping off toward her car. “Dez, wait,” I shouted as I caught up to her, “You know if you take me home, neither one of us will ever hear the end of it from him. You may as well just let him take me.”

She rolled her eyes and scoffed, throwing her hand down against her hip “Fine, if you wanna ride with him, whatever… I was just tryna do something nice for your ass.” I stared at her for only a few seconds before bursting into a fit of laughter. Her jaw instantly dropped and she glared at me “You would laugh.” “I’m sorry… I really do appreciate that Dez.” I said with a grin. With a smirk and a roll of her eyes, she stepped forward and swooped me into a hug “Well, I guess you should get on over there with your boo before he loses his damn mind.” “I’ll see you later okay.” I giggled. I turned and ambled away, finally reaching Chris and his truck and quickly climbing inside.

“You know you’re gonna be late for practice, right?” I asked as he whipped out of the parking lot. He nodded, never uttering a word as he continued to bob his head to his music. “And you’re okay with that?” I asked. “I’m good with that babe. What can Coach Wes really do to me? I’m the captain of the damn team… he can’t do shit but tell me not to be late again.” Deciding not to argue against him, I remained silent until we arrived at my house a short while later and I nearly choked on air as he parked along the curb outside the house.

Standing there in the driveway, leaning against the back of his truck, was Trey peering through Chris's windshield… directly at me. Panic instantly hit me like a ton of bricks and through the most horrified eyes, I slowly glanced at Chris. With an expression as hard as stone and as cold as ice, he glared at Trey. “Thanks for the ride Chris,” I nearly whispered with a hand situated on the handle of the door, more prepared than ever to bolt, “I’ll see you later okay.”

“Hold up,” He mumbled. I swore I could hear my heart thumping away in my ears and my breath quickly became jagged as I watched him lean across his seat, resting his right elbow on my arm rest, “You told this nigga to come over here?” I shook my head as I twiddled my fingers and attempted to look everywhere but at him. I knew Trey would pop up at some point in the day, I just wasn’t expecting him to be here… now. “I didn’t tell him to come over here. I had no idea…” He raised a finger to silence me and continued to stare out the window almost curiously at Trey. Motioning for me to lean forward, I did so hesitantly and awaited his next move. Diverting his gaze down to my lips, he abruptly meshed his lips against mine and thrust his arm rest up to give himself more leverage to lean in closer.

With my lips now parted to make way for his tongue, I was immediately caught off guard by the sensation of the metal ball in the center of his tongue as he slithered it along the edges of my own. Instinctively, I moaned and clutched onto the front of his matching hoodie as he snaked a hand around to the back of my neck. The sound of our lips smacking was enough to give me the urge to climb over into his lap, but I refrained from doing so as he gripped my neck gently and pulled me deeper into the kiss. Only seconds later did he pull away, tugging at my bottom lip as he slowly leaned back into his seat.

“You gone make me miss practice.” He mumbled, staring avidly at my lips. I could feel my cheeks blushing as I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth and shied away from him. He swiped his tongue over his lips and glanced out of the window behind me with that same stone expression. “Well I’ll um,” I started, pausing only to clear my throat and gather my rambled thoughts, “I guess I’ll see you later today.” He nodded and twisted his lips to one side with furrowed brows and eyed me carefully as I climbed down out of the truck. I moseyed slowly up the driveway toward Trey, refusing to look back as I listened to Chris speed off down the street.

“Hi Trey.” I mumbled once I was within earshot. He nodded only once, yet remained eerily silent. I prayed he wouldn’t speak within the following seconds… my blood pressure had risen so swiftly I was sure the steady thumping in my ears would prevent me from hearing a word he said. “Do you want to come in for a little while?” I asked. “Nah,” He replied quietly, “I actually have to be somewhere. I just wanted to come by and drop off your birthday present.” “Oh… okay.” I stared down at the ground as he walked around to the passenger side of his truck. He reemerged before me with a large bouquet of red, white, and pinks roses and a small, red gift bag.

Not a single word was spoken as he handed me the bag and flowers then slowly began to retreat backwards to the driver’s side of his truck “Happy Birthday Sy’Diyah and um… I’ll try to call you tomorrow to wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day alright.” Before I knew it, he’d climbed into his truck and reversed out of my driveway, leaving me standing and staring like a fool. I released a remorseful sigh and glanced down at the flowers and gift bag he left me. I couldn’t believe what’d just panned out in the span of a few minutes. I felt utterly ashamed at what I’d just done and I wanted nothing more than to race up to my room and curl up in a ball and cry.

Suddenly feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders, I turned and headed up the porch and into the house. I marched directly to my room and situated the roses on my dresser then sat at the edge of the bed with the gift bag still dangling in my hand. As much as I tried, I couldn’t bring myself to wipe the image of Trey’s humiliated and disappointed face from my mind. I gulped nervously as I pulled the bag open and reached in, retrieving a small jewelry box. The moment I cracked the box open, I gasped and slapped a hand over my mouth as I stared through watery eyes at the diamond encrusted heart shaped ring resting in a small velvet indention.

I plucked it from the confines of the box and twirled it between my fingers, becoming so enthralled by it that I nearly overlooked the card in the bottom of the bag. I reached a trembling hand inside and pulled the card out then popped the seal of the envelope open and slid the card out, instantly admiring Trey’s beautifully printed scripture...

A few months ago, God placed a very special girl in my life. She came into my world and flipped the entire classic fairytale of a prince sweeping the princess off her feet into her very own tale. It was she who swept the prince off his feet, so much so that he became permanently stuck not on cloud nine, but a cloud of infinity. This girl, wasn’t in any way equivalent to any girl that the prince had ever come across… she was much, much more. If you haven’t figured it out by now, this girl, the beautiful princess that blew the prince’s mind into complete oblivion, just happens to be you… Sy’Diyah Hope Donsen. I know that what I feel with you isn’t like anything I’ve ever felt with anyone in my life Sy. I know that if any man was as lucky as me to have you in his life, he wouldn’t dare let you go. Let me be that lucky man to hold onto you… let me make you mine. The ring that you’ve probably already seen by now is meant to show you how much I care for you. No, I’m not proposing to you or trying to bribe you with jewelry… it’s merely a promise ring. It’s my depiction of a promise to you that if you allow me to sweep you off your feet, I’ll never put you down again. I hope that you have a wonderful birthday, even though I won’t be there to share it with you.

With much love, From your, hopefully soon to be, man… Trey xoxoxo

The tears streamed freely down my cheeks and I had not a single desire to stop them. What had I done? This wasn't right at all. It was completely wrong. He wasn’t supposed to possess such strong feelings for me. I wasn’t supposed to be torn between him and Chris. What was I supposed to do? I closed the card and slid it back into the confines of the envelope then stuffed it along with the ring box back into the bag. I’d become numb to any feelings of happiness and pleasure and after placing the bag on the floor beside my bed, I moved further up near the headboard and grabbed a pillow to stuff my face into and eventually cried myself to sleep.

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bigolyikesthings · 5 years

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so like— your pillow flashlight story was so good and i love it and it is so well written but your boy over here has a penis and was wondering maybe you could- edit it?this is written so weirdly i’m sorry skdjdjd

Okay so I tried? The logistics of keeping the vibrator and focusing on your dick and the underwear was something I could super work out, so I did ditch it, but otherwise its pretty much the same except with double the cum now? I hope this was kind of like you were wanting mate ^^

An alternative use for pillows (male reader edition)

Right now though, it was your bed that called to him. Smelling so strongly of you and being messy enough that he knew you had only just left. Hell, what are the chances the sheets were still warm? With only one way to find out and his shirt and pants already gone, BJ dove face first onto your bed. And fuck if he didn’t finish right then. The sheets still had a lingering warmth and burying his face in-between two of your pillows was nearly the same as burying his head between your neck and shoulder. Unconsciously he began to rut against the mattress, breathing in hard. It felt so good having you all around him and the idea of you making little pants and sounds as he pushed against you was driving him up the wall. BUT. It wasn’t enough. His fantasy needed more. Humping a bed, as much as it smelt like you, wasn’t quite doing it. He could get off like this, but it had been a long time and an opportunity like this may not present itself again for a while. Thankfully, Beetlejuice is nothing if not a problem solver. He was quick to roll over, now laying with his back flat on your mattress and his erection curving up to nearly face him. The two pillows on either side of his head were taken, one in each hand, and were cupped around his dick. A micromovement of the hips to test out the feeling, and he was off. He was fucking up into your pillows, your pillows were every night you rest your pretty head, and it was amazing. Now his imagination was free to truly roam and he could dwell on every fantasy. He could picture you riding him right now, starting off doing the movements all on your own. Bouncing up and down, looking so pretty for him while he stroked and grabbed at your chest and hips. That is until he took control, slamming up into you. And your sounds building up to screaming his name and his praises because he made you feel so good. Fuck, he was a mess right now. Pink hair everywhere and muttering to himself. “You like that? You like me stretching you out like this? Fucking so hard and good for me babes.”

If your bedsheets were bad before, they were a true mess now. One corner of a sheet bunched up against his face and the rest of your blankets thrown to the floor.

Right as BJ was trying to think how long it’d take to make you cum, and just what face you’d make, he heard it. The first creak of the stairs. You were coming upstairs. He panicked. What if you caught him? There’s no way you’d still want him around after this. After he was a massive pervert, fucking your pillows in your bed. You’d catch him, be horrified, and send him away. This would ruin everything.

Or.

Unbeknownst to the demon, you too harboured a crush. One that ached for sweet kisses and dumb inside jokes. One that craved his touch, his smell, his lips, and everything hidden below that suit.

It took some mental convincing, but less than you’d be willing to admit, to pocket the underwear. The washing was put on and you made moves for your bedroom to put the striped cloth to use.

You placed the garment on your chest, right below your chin. Where you could see it and smell him. Next, your pants were quickly shimmied down your ankles and kicked to the side of the bed. Finally, you reached for the special bottle you kept hidden in your drawer. All that you needed was in place.

And Beetlejuice watched this. Watched as you scrunched the material and held it to your nose, taking a deep breath and emptying a few pumps of presumably lube into your hand. He didn’t know where you kept that but he was certain you had it. He’d searched every inch of your room, certain he’d heard the wet slapping sounds. Even buzzing sounds some nights. If he had found the bottle he would've undoubtedly spat in it by now. And the source of the buzzing? well that thing would have a nice coating of saliva by now too.

Watching intently, he saw you trail your hand down to graze over your underwear you were still wearing and blocking his view with, though he could make out a growing bulge. He was rocking a semi already because holy shit you were about to jack it to him. Explicitly to him, and no one else, there was no way you were thinking of any other guy while breathing in his scent so obviously. He had to bite his lip to stop from moaning out loud. Any thoughts of leaving were gone from his head. You couldn’t get him to leave this show for anything.

Alternating between just breathing and taking deep breaths of the boxers, you pulled your boxers down letting your erection flip out, over the tease and ready for a little more. You didn’t hear the quiet whine when you did this. Or the slightly louder, but still quiet, moan when you let your legs fall open and you your hand over yourself in a trial stroke. Pausing for just a moment, and one more deep inhale, you began to pump yourself alternating between focusing on the head and a tight squeeze down the shaft. In the closet Beetlejuice began to once again fuck the pillows, but this time making sure to match your pace. He couldn’t decide if it was hotter how it was now, or if he could exchange your hand for his.Or for his mouth. Or for his hand while his cock was buried in you. He definitely envied your hand right now but loved the show it was providing. And the noises it was drawing from you.

You needed just a little more. The smell was definitely helping your imagination, and you could just imagine BJ was with you, driving his cock into you again and again. But it wasn’t quite enough. You gave up on scrunching his underwear and elected to just leave it on your face as your now unoccupied hand headed toward the action. Now being able to pump yourself and coat your other fingers in a thick layer of lube, you could fully let yourself go, entering one and then two digits once you were well adjusted.

“Oh my god BJ, so good, yes, please, fucking oh my god I want you to…Beetlejuice fuck…”

He was almost there. Hearing you calling for him was better than he ever could’ve imagined. Trying to keep the pace you had set for yourself was growing too hard, and watching you fuck and stretch yourself was a little much. He needed to go harder and faster. So he focused on your face and your hands and your calls. But he needed you to finish. He didn’t want to cum until he saw what you looked like when you reached ecstasy. That needed to be carved into his brain. Thankfully, Beej is good at edging, and keeping himself there wasn’t too hard. It certainly wasn’t easy, especially not while watching you writhe and groan, but he could do it.

Briefly muffled by his underwear, BJ heard you cry his name and his gaze bounced between your clenched eyes, stuttering hips, and that salty sweet fluid he just had to taste. With the sound of his name on your lips permanently burned into his brain, he came once again into your pillows.

The pair of you drew gasping breaths for a moment.

The house was about to get a whole lot more dangerous.

#ask #beetlejuice x reader #but now with 2 dickssss #male reader

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