Beetlebabes One Shots

Clay things

Context: Lydia comes home to find her dead husband having to much fun with pottery. BeeJ tries to get into some things his wife likes, so he decides to make some interesting things. Then they start to have a bit of fun, and well you know where this is going ;)
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"BeeJ! I'm back!" The gothly woman said as she held a bag full of paints and paint brushes.

Recently the newly deads had picked up on a new hobby. Pottery. Yes pottery, the nasty rat man had actually come to enjoy it. He found it interesting to say the least. Today he had gotten bored of making the same old thing, so he decided to spice it up a little.

Now on the table stood a very well sculpted clay penis, as well as a ass, and a vigina. He stood arms over his chest proud of his work, a smug look on his face. That's when he turned to his lovely bride with the grin still on his face. The grin was a proud one, how could he not be proud.

"Oh hey babes." He says before gesturing to what he made.

"Look what I did." He smirks poiting to the vigina. "Almost as good as yours."

Lydia stood there with her cheeks now fully red, she gently hit the deads arm.

"Beetlejuice!" She says shaking her head. A small smile coming to her face.

"Hey, hey now. Dont say that word two more times now. We dont want the B man dissapearing on ya."

With that he pulled the tiny goth closer by her hips with a grin.

"You know speaking of that pottery that kinda looks like you." He says running his hands over her ass and giving it a small squeeze. He looked into her eyes with a hit of lust in his own.

"I thought we were suppose to be painting these today." Lydia murmurs wrapping her arms around his neck. "But I guess we could have a bit of fun." She murmurs as if it was boring what they were about to do.

With that he took his chance, he picked her up walking over to the couch then set her down getting on top of her. His dead hands pulled her shirt up and was met with a beautiful sight. A smirk came to his pale face. He ran his hands along her stomach before stopping right under her breasts.

Lydia Deetz laid under him, with the black lacey bra he liked. He could take her then and there, but he had other things in mind. "See someone got all dressed up." He murmurs as he kisses on her neck, leaving little bite marks and bruises.

The ghost listened to her small gasps, feeling a hand tangle in his matted hair.

"Maybe I wanted a little something today. It has been a while BeeJ." She murmurs her cheeks flushed pink. As her eyes close, wanting more of him already 

"Naughty girl." He mutters pulling her bra off throwing it aside. "Next time you shouldn't wear anything under your clothes." He said giving her breasts a squeeze. Another gasp leaving her lips.

That was one of his favorite sounds, he squeezed again then moved his thumb to her pink bud. He runs his thumb over it before letting his black and white tongue slither out. With a small slow lick, he made the girl whimper louder. Then finally put his lips around the small bud.

He sucks as he hears the girl moan softly and feels the hand in his wild hair tug slighty. He groans a little feeling her tug at it, he lifts his head and kisses her. He let his tongue slip in and his bride let out a groan.

The woman broke the kiss and looks at him lust in her. "Dammit BeeJ, just fuck me already." She mutters not wanting to he teased any longer.

He let's out a small breathy laugh as he spreads her leg. "Oh come on babes, I'm just getting started with ya. I think I'm should have a bit more fun with ya."