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beejiesbitch · 4 months ago

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I got a lovely smutty commission from the extremely talented @ss-ao3 and I absolutely could not resist the urge to share~. I highly recommend commissioning her for some indulgent goodness in your life~.

BJ gets jealous and possessive over his breather and takes her back home to claim her.

TW: Daddy kink, rough fucking, degradation & anal

Jesse counted through the bills in her hand once more, trying to work out what she could afford to buy. Currently, she was standing in the produce section of a grocery store, shoving the spoils of her latest victim in her back pocket while she did some mental math.

“What’s the holdup, toots?” Beetlejuice, with his inimitable gargling-steel-wool voice, tried to catch her attention as he wandered behind her. She waved him off before reaching for a package of clementines. “Okay, so if these cost another two or-” Suddenly, a chill shot down her back when a ghostly pair of lips trailed down her neck. She hissed through her teeth, but made no other telling movements, “Goddammit, Beej, do you want me to look like a crazy person?? Back off, asshole.”

Trying to ignore his amused cackle, she continued shopping while he meandered behind her, invisible to everyone around them.

When they finally got to the register, the ghost with the most had nearly driven her insane with his infamous combo of griping and lascivious commentary when he knew she couldn’t respond. She was so bent on ignoring him that she almost missed a new voice addressing her.

“Jesse?” Her attention finally turned to the cashier and she stared blankly at the tall, lithe man in front of her for a moment. The blonde curls and brown eyes seemed familiar— “Martin? Is that you?” A smile stretched across his face at her recognition and he chortled, “It’s been a few months since I’ve been sleeping on park benches, but I was worried even back then…not seeing you around anymore. People like us, when we disappear—never a good sign, right?” The next few minutes were occupied by small talk and polite updates, but all in all, she was happy to see a fellow scrappy outcast doing better in life.

Now, usually, the particular poltergeist attached to Jesse was completely disinterested in other humans, but at that moment, his possessiveness was just important enough to have him tuning into the conversation. When she grabbed her bag and went to say goodbye, the little blonde bastard stopped her with a, “Hey, Jesse, wait—uh, you…you look good.”

Just like that, she could feel his lust and attraction to her roll over her in waves. Beetlejuice, on the other hand, picked up on it merely by sight. And holy shit, that wasn’t going to end well, so she chose to extricate herself from the situation as fast as humanly possible. With an awkward smile and a tossed-out “T-thanks, you too!”, she made a break for the exit doors.

And fuck her ten ways ‘til Sunday if that wasn’t the wrong thing to say.

As soon as she stepped into the bright afternoon sun, she was sprinting to the alleyway parallel to the building, flying past fellow shoppers who shot her concerned looks. She prepped herself to deescalate the territorial demon and whirled around as soon as they were behind a dumpster and out of sight. Oddly, there was no tension in the air, just a floating Beetlejuice calmly puffing away on a cigarette. “Beej, you, uh….you good?”

Silence was all her afforded her as he took a long, deep drag. His boots hit the ground as he exhaled slowly from his nostrils. When he finally locked eyes with her, she saw the red tint on his irises. “‘You too?’ You fuckin’ too??”

With a flick of his wrist and a savage snarl, the earth beneath them burst open unexpectedly. Chunks of dirt, brick, and gravel sprayed into the air, raining down on the weeds and rotting garbage already scattered across the ground around them as they fell into another world.

Jesse’s surprised scream was cut short when her ass collided with the wooden floor of BJ’s roadhouse, kicking up dust and some rather concerning creaks. The house’s aesthetic was familiar to her by now, a jarring conglomeration of old wood, stonework, and wild patterns of his signature colors. Before she could gather her wits, she was yanked up and into his chest. One clawed hand raked through her hair and gripped it harshly. At this point, trying to talk him down was useless, she just had to let things run their course. Submitting to his dominant side was the only way to quell his rage when he felt his claim was threatened.

His faced hovered an inch from hers as he pulled her head back at a hard angle. “I know ya could fuckin’ feel what he wanted from ya, babes, ya can’t lie ta me. What, ya wishin’ I hadn’t been there? Coulda’ gotten some action from a two-pump chump out behind a loadin’ dock? Did ya want him tryna cram his limp dick down yer throat? Can’t choke on two inches, babes.” His eyes bored into hers, threatening her, daring her to speak. “N’ I know how much ya like to choke on cock, don’t I? Ya know no one else can do what I do fer ya, kitten…” His hand dropped from her hair and she (foolishly) breathed a sigh of relief before he was squeezing her throat hard.

Serpentine slits had replaced circular pupils in his glowing eyes and newly sharpened fangs poked gently into his lower lip. “Whaddya need Daddy ta do ta show he owns ya, body n’ soul, kitten? Can ya handle some tentacles? A few clones? How ‘bout a dozen?!” His voice multiplied and grew into a cacophonous roar as eleven new angry apparitions sprung from the ether. Their eyes glowed red and chipped, thick claws bursting from their nailbeds. “I outta have ya goin’ through copies a’ me fer so long that ya can’t remember what anything tastes like ‘sides my cock…can’t remember what it feels like havin’ an empty pussy…or ass… ‘Till all ya can think about is if ya can rest before we fuck you again.” His replicas were circling her now, looking positively feral and starving, and her back stiffened. Just like that, the original Beetlejuice snapped his fingers and his look-alikes disintegrated. “But you gettin’ fucked by other guys is kinda the problem here, babes, so looks like ya stuck with just me,” The whine she let loose wasn’t lost on him, but surprisingly it amused instead of angered him. His grotesque Cheshire grin revealed drool dripping from his fangs, “Dun worry, sugar…I’ll use you just as much as they woulda’.”

With another snap, her clothes shred themselves into piles on the floor and his suit vanished into thin air. Still choking her, he stalked forward until she had backed herself against the nearest wall. His lips collided with hers in a bruising kiss before barking out the command, “Knees. Now.” Her knees hit the floor like they were made of lead and she groaned from a combo of pleasure and pain. The powerful poltergeist’s dominant demeanor was arguably the biggest turn on she’d ever found in her short, breather life. One of his hands pulled her head back against the wall, fingers knotted in her hair and kept her where he wanted her. He used the other to jerk his cock leisurely, indulging in the sight of her trapped and submissive before him… He could already feel himself dribbling precum and drew in a hissing breath through his teeth. “Open up that whore mouth, babygirl, Daddy’s gonna feed you this cock…” His grating, gravely voice was her own version of a siren’s call and she dropped her jaw as soon as he ordered her. Quirking an eyebrow at her eagerness, he taunted her, “Goddamn, babes, somebody’s desperate.” With no regard to her comfort, he shoved the thick, mushroom tip of his dick past her lips and began forcing his length down her throat. He let loose an obscene groan when he felt head of his cock nestle between her tonsils. Pausing for a moment, he used his now free hand to grip just underneath her chin. She was trapped firmly in this position, he made sure of it. “If ya want me ta stop, slap my thigh and I’ll think about it.” With that, he thrust forward into her mouth in one smooth motion, only stopping when her nose was pressed against his groin and his balls rested flush against her chin. The tip of her tongue, which had been forced out of her mouth to make room for his girth, tasted the smooth skin of his tightened sack. The heady flavor of turned earth, musk, and moss combined made her eyebrows furrow and Beetlejuice laughed.

“Liking how the boys taste, babe?” A few nasty grunts pressed past his lips before he continued announcing his rambling thoughts, “Sweet Satan, yer a tight lil’ cocksleeve—swear ya were made to take this dick…”

When Jesse began frantically beating her hands against his thighs, he finally dislodged his thick length from her esophagus and allowed her to gulp down air desperately. While her head was still held firmly in place, he grasped the base of his dick and rubbed the spit-slicked tip over her cheek and up her face before lightly slapping it against her forehead with a meaty thud. “Can’t decide if I wanna paint the back of your throat or aim for your cute lil’ face, kitten…”

After sucking in a few lungfuls of air, she managed to let out an aroused groan—mostly at his general savage behavior—but Beetlejuice interpreted it specifically.

“Is that what ya want? Daddy’s seed all over yer face? ‘Course ya do, ya dirty slut. Amazed I even let ya suck me off… Yer a lucky girl, sweet’eart.” She shuddered violently at his abusive language, well aware that this was within the parameters they’d set up a long time ago. It’d quickly become apparent in their relationship (whatever the hell that was exactly) just how deeply she enjoyed being degraded and forced to obey. He’d never had any qualms about it, more than happy to violate her in any way she’d let him.

He’d continued fucking her throat long enough that it was clear he was losing control, and fast, “Guess yer throat’s tha winner, babes—keep that tongue out…fuck yes, so good…such a good whore—!!” He shoved her head down against his groin with both hands and bucked his hips up against her face, not caring about the pain she was in. She could only kneel there and attempt to swallow his jizz down her throat, some of if backing up through her nose or seeping out past her lips. Her tears streaked down her cheeks and brought flakes of mascara down to join the smeared saliva and cum covering the bottom half of her face.

His cock slipped from her mouth as he braced himself against the wall with one arm and panted loudly. Clearly, his body had retained some instinctual habits from when he was alive. For her part, Jesse was just beginning to recover physically and the red hue on her face was starting to dissipate when he grabbed her by the elbow and repositioned her to his satisfaction.

He bent her over on the floor, with her face pressed against the wood and ass high in the air, and settled down on his knees behind her. With a snap, a bottle of lube appeared in his hand and he slicked his cock eagerly with a dark chuckle. “Yer lucky I didn’t decide to go in dry, babes…” A solid slap landed on her asscheek before he drizzled lube down the crack of her ass and worked it into her with two fingers. Jesse squeaked at the chilly sensation, though whether it was from the lube itself or his cold, dead fingers, she couldn’t say.

When she had opened up enough for Beetlejuice’s taste, he pressed the fat tip of his cock against her tight, slick asshole. It took a moment of burning pressure, but then the bulbous head breached her ass. His hands snaked around the front of her thighs and he used it as leverage to thrust into her. Even with his brute force, his cock still took a moment to sink fully inside of her. She braced herself against the floor with her forearms and whined as he rocked his hips forward.

“Fuck yes, ya got such a tight ass, babes…squeezin’ me like a vice…” She whimpered as he pulled out slowly, then groaned as rammed himself back in. Her discomfort seemed to please him and he repeated the motion, “Bet yer lil’ dipshit friend couldn’t fuck ya like this, kitten…” His pace increased, balls slapping against her cunt repeatedly. Her brain seemed unable to keep up with what he was doing to her body, and her eyes rolled back into her skull while her mouth leaked drool. Noticing her waning participation, the ghost with the most became enraged all over again. He withdrew from her ass, a smattering of lube and precum bubbling from her well-used asshole, with dribbles running down her thighs.

Suddenly, a snap echoed through the room and Jesse was aware of a thick leather collar appearing on her neck, just one notch too tight for comfort. Something chilly and metal pressed into her asshole, small at first, then larger, then larger still. Her sphincter then happily closed around a much thinner stem and she let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Next, she felt the foreign object being pulled up towards her head and she had to quickly arch her back and raise her hips to minimize the pain. A rope was apparently what was causing the tension and Beetlejuice clipped the hook at the end onto a ring on the back of her collar. Now, she was locked into a strained position, ass as high in the air as it could go and back arched as sharply as it could. And yet, pained pressure still squeezed her throat and tugged on her asshole too tightly for comfort

Beetlejuice bent down and growled near her ear, “Now I know we ain’t used one a’ these before, but surely ya know what an anal hook is, babes. This one’s got three beads fer ya, makin’ sure it’s got a good grip on that tight ass.” A sharp slap landed on one buttcheek and she winced at the way it made her asshole clench on the hook. The poltergeist behind her cackled at her scrunched expression and the tension in her ass. With a flick of his wrist, he juiced any remnants of the last orifice he’d explored off his cock. Stupid breathers with their fucking predilections—

Just as she was adjusting to her forced posture, she felt him lining his cock up with her pussy. Her eyes went wide and she shouted out a rushed, “Wait! w—” before he stuffed up her pussy in one brutal thrust. An unrecognizable, high-pitched squeal was ripped from her throat and she clenched both holes on reflex, earning a deep groan from him in return. “Ahh-ah, just like that, babes…got a pussy like paradise, fuck!” He began rutting at a furious pace, able to feel the texture of the beads through the thin barrier to her ass. His eyes squeezed shut and he widened his girth, wanting to amplify the sensation. Drops of drool hung from his lips as he gripped her hips and used her pussy like a textured fleshlight, grunting and groaning the whole way.

By this point, Jesse was cross-eyed and breathing though an open mouth, face in a puddle of drool. The pain in her asshole had faded to a dull ache and the constant slapping of his sack against her clit had her moaning desperately. By repeatedly dragging her fingers over the imprints on her collar, she was able to read the sunken words “butt slut” pressed into the soft leather. Fitting, considering what the collar was attached to. She felt the blood pooling in her groin as she raced towards a climax, spurred on by a heady combination of humiliation and domination. With one last smash of his cock’s head against her cervix, she came violently, cum spurting out of her pussy around his cock. Bursts of her juices trickled down over his balls and the fronts of his thighs and he laughed loudly at the force of her orgasm. “Goddamn, kitten, yer really gettin’ off on a dead guy’s dick, huh? What a good fuckin’ slut fer Daddy…”

His thrusts were becoming less coordinated, eventually turning into sloppy humping towards the end, never fully withdrawing from the warmth of her cunt. He snarled furiously and shouted at her, “Say yer’ mine, dammit! SAY IT!!” Jesse barely managed to gasp out a, “Y-yeah, Daddy, all you-uurs—” before he stilled, bent over her and groaning, coming in thick, cold, milky bursts. His ragged nails scraped her hips as he worked through his orgasm, beating his nips against her ass like a madman.

After a few minutes of recovery, Beetlejuice slowly eased out of her cunt with a prolonged groan. His cum gushed from her gaping pussy as his dick reverted to normal size. With a snap, the rope and anal hook were gone and Jesse’s posture slumped, knees sliding wider on the floor and hips dipping down. He waved his hand and they were instantly transported to his bed, hidden under blankets, with her limp, relaxed body draped over his larger form. Her leg settled snugly in between his and her face (now noticeably dryer) rested comfortably against his chest.

Silence once again dominated the space they were in for a moment as he snatched a lit joint from midair and took a leisurely drag. They passed it back and forth for a while before he kissed the side of her head and muttered, “Ya alright there, doll?” Quiet, uncharacteristic concern attached itself to the question.

Jesse cracked a knowing smile and exhaled slowly before giving him a groggy response. “I always am with you, Beej.”

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