A Helping Hand

A helping hand

Jack and Marguerite Baker x femreader, an au where the mold never got to them and a younger woman is their third part. A list of different things from sfw to nsfw.

"You are more than just a helping hand in the Baker residence. The couple very much adore each other, but you were the missing puzzle piece in their homely life in need for some help."

Tw: 18+, Mentions of hunting and taxidermy, alcohol, smoking, sexual and sensual activities, voyeurism.

(If you want you can listen to In dreams, Sierra Ferrell. You look like you love me, Ella Langley, or Just in love with you, The Deslondes while reading. I've listened to them while writing and it felt so cozy<3)

Sfw

After you said yes to Marguerite's offer you spent your days helping out the Baker couple. They both felt everything got easier and less stressful with you there. And how they loved having you around. It made their days brighter and filled with more purpose.

The main thing you helped them with was the bed n' breakfast. It had been one of Jack's dreams and it was absolutely amazing. They had your endless support in making it run as smoothly as possible. It wasn't open all year around, but it made good money and some regular guests. You'd always greet the regulars with a big smile and some extra services on the house.

You and Marguerite would usually spend parts of the week baking and stocking up the pantry with homemade food. You'd have sweet music playing in the background, laughing together and having a good ol' time. Jack would come by every now and then. Trying to steal a bite of whatever you were making or just to engage in hearty conversation with the two of you.

When doing laundry you'd help Marguerite with the heavier lifting and bending down to pick stuff up for her. You didn't mind doing the laundry alone sometimes too. She always felt so grateful and would give you a treat or something good to drink afterwards.

Marguerite would often go foraging and you had joined her in doing so. Finding a variety of plants to use in your cooking. Anything from berries to fruits, herbs, roots and whatever delicious things you'd find in the garden and local area. The heavy things to carry was taken care of by you. Foraging made the food taste that special bit better, knowing you had put in the extra effort of gathering it yourself.

If you went out foraging alone you always end up picking a bouquet of flowers for Marguerite and Jack. Their favourite flowers mixed together and put in a beautiful vase. They adored your simple act of love. You loved doing small things to show your love and gratitude.

On cold nights you'd cuddle up on a couch next to Marguerite. Both of you with a cup of tea and a good book, just enjoying each other's company. Sometimes you'd look through photo albums together as she told you stories. You had even picked up a habit of crocheting when spending time with her. Alot of the crocheting you did ended up as gifts or decorations around the house. You and Marguerite truly bonded over these activities.

When Jack was out hunting he always came home with something. Big or small, you and Marguerite where proud either way. Jack did all the butchering so you and Marguerite only had to prepare it for storing or cooking. He took you out hunting sometimes if you wanted to come along. He'd show you all the tricks and the best places. It was a good opportunity to look for places to forage or pick flowers from. You enjoyed the time you spent together as he taught you everything he knew about hunting.

Since Jack hunted he also did some taxidermy. He liked using the whole animal so nothing was wasted. His favourite thing to do was make something for you. He knew you loved oddities, and he felt proud to present you with something he had put so much work and passion into. You always loved the trinkets and taxidermy he made for you. You had placed them around the house and in your room to show of the priced possessions you had been gifted.

If you ever got hurt the both of them would drop what they where doing and come running. Jack would either carry you or support you while asking if you're alright. He always got this worried expression while talking to you. Marguerite would check out your wounds and get whatever was needed to treat you. Telling you how everything is going to be fine and how brave you are. They made you feel so safe and cared for.

Every now and then they would often fall asleep in a chair each or on a couch together. Leaning on the doorframe or a wall you tilted your head to the side with a soft smile. Pulling blankets over them so they wouldn't get cold and letting them get the rest they deserved. You didn't have the heart to wake them up.

Jack loved playing records or cassettes for you. Since you loved having music on alot of them time he wanted to show you all his old classics. Most of it was country and old rock. His favourite moments where when you lit up with joy as you discovered new songs that you fell in love with. He got the most genuine smile and eyes filled with admiration as he watched you.

When it was dinnertime you'd all help each other. You and Marguerite did most of the cooking and setting the table, but Jack would always help out with the dishes and the cleanup so you really didn't mind.

There was so much love to go around in the household. Always a hug to spare, a kind smile, loving eyes and words of affection. A frequent kiss to either the cheek or forehead. Praise for the good work or a helping hand. Loving nicknames all day long. Honey or darling where the most commonly used.

You'd watch football matches together with Jack when they where on TV. Football wasn't really you thing, but you enjoyed spending time with him. He always answered your questions with enthusiasm. You loved listening to him speak so passionately, even though you didn't understand half of the terms used in football.

On sunny days you would often lay in the tall grass and look up at the clouds drifting by. Jack and Marguerite would often find you asleep out there. Waking up in your bed you knew what had happened. You felt so greatful for them and nothing could ever make you leave them.

Jack used to brew his own beer. Some of it was sold in the bed n' breakfast and some he kept for himself. He also made some moonshine, but that was mostly for tinctures and such that Marguerite made. You'd often help with keeping count and packaging while you kept them company.

You'd catch youself admiring them from a distance. Thinking of how cute they are, how well they fit together. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. A wholesome feeling as you watched them interact.

If you put on one of their favourite records you could see them dancing together as if they had just fallen in love. Your heart fluttering as you watched them glide across the floor. How you loved setting up these "accidental" scenarios.

If you ever went away for a few days they would miss you dearly. Waiting for their darling to come back home again. They kept themselves busy while you where gone of course, but you where always in the back of their mind.

Nsfw

Believe it or not, but Marguerite had been the one to contact you about the whole situation. Jack had been more hesistant about the whole ordeal, but he warmed up to the idea after a while. Marguerite had explained it all to you, the choice was all up to you. You spent some time thinking it over and asked about different things. And after some back and forth you couldn't possibly say no.

Marguerite wasn't able to provide the same actions that Jack longed for anymore. She of course tried, but it made her feel sad that she couldn't do it for him anymore. He never made her feel bad about it though. He loved his dear wife all the same.

That's where you came in. A helping hand in the areas she couldn't preform. She knew Jack would come to love you eventually. You all spent time in the beginning to get to know each other before anything explicit where to happen of course. Making sure everyone was on board amd secure.

For Marguerite you would provide different sorts of relaxing and pleasureable activities, since sexual activities was of the table for her. You would draw warm baths for her. Lightning the room with candles to create a soft and sensual atmosphere. Music and wonderful aromas filled the air as you helped her into the tub. You help her by washing her hair and scrub her back. Letting her feel deserving of some luxury and pampering. You'd tell her how beautiful see still was and it gave her nice a confidence boost.

Other times you would give her sensual massages. Helping her neck, shoulders and back to relax more. You made the experience solely focusing on her enjoyment. Using oils and lotions with her favorite sents.

On Marguerite and Jack's date nights you would help Marguerite with dressing up, making her feel gorgeous. You'd help her with some makeup as well so she could look in the mirror and feel sexy again. She was so greatful for your actions and would hug you tightly.

Marguerite would tell you about their younger days, reminiscing about the things they had tried in the bedroom. You'd share a bottle of wine and some goodies as tou talked. Setting the mood for the things you talked about. She told you all about hew he had made her feel when fooling around. She would tell you what to try with him and how he liked it. She had all sort of ideas for the two of you to try out. It was interesting and exciting listening to Marguerite speak so wholeheartedly about their past sexlife. It almost felt like an honor that they let you be a part of such an intimate part of their life.

Jack still loved caressing his wife very much. He never missed a chance to do so. Giving Marguerite the feeling of being sexy and sensual however he could. Giving her lustfilled kisses, making it very clear how much how she made him feel. The bulge in his crotch was the unmistakable evidence. He sincerly loved her, so he made her feel special in any way he could.

For a man of his age Jack was very much in shape for sex. He had no problem getting erections and his stamina was impressive. You suspected that it was a mix of him keeping himself in shape by working so much and all the homemade food.

Jack was a generous lover. He did not mind waiting his turn. You would always come first in line, unless you initiated something on him first of course. He was a sucker for your antics and couldn't help but fall victim if you did something suggestive towards him.

Having a think for smoking wasn't for the faint hearted around Jack and Marguerite. You yourself didn't like to smoke, but how you loved watching others do. When you had the chance you kepp them company just so you could watch them. Jack was the one who smoked the most out of the two, so you often ended up watching him in awe. The way he held the cigarettein his lips. How the glowing tip brightend as he took a drag. How the puff of smoke cane out and slithered it's way into the air from his mouth or nose. If you didn't find him attractive before, oh lord you sure did now.

Marguerite would be invited to watch you and Jack. Voyeurism turned out to be exciting for her, and she enjoyed every second of it. She would often watch from a distance, while other times she sat nearby saying loving fraces to her two lovebirds. Her words would often praise or encourage you both. She would give Jack passionate kisses in-between. She would also gently cup you chin and tell you what a good girl you were being.

When you where alone with Jack and felt frisky, nothing could stop you from feeling him up. Or rather down honestly. A finger trailing down his body until it met his crotch, cupping it, giving it a soft squeeze. Oh the look he gave you when you did that, dangerous hunger in his eyes. It made you bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together.

When Jack found you standing around he would come up behind you. Either giving your bottom a loving squeeze or a hungry kiss along you neck. Murmuring sweet nothings in your ear, making you blush and feel warm inside. It had occasionally ended in him taking you from behind wherever you where. And boy howdy you couldn't even have fantasized these moments.

One of your favorites things to do was disturbing Jack when he was watching football and drinking beer alone. You'd crawl up between his legs and give him a good ol' blowjob. Because you knew there was a rewarding punishment for disturbing him like this. It usually ended up being cock warming or being lazily fingered until his footballmatch was done and his beer was finished. If it was a match he didn't care much for he'd make you ride him agonisingly slow while he was focused on your tits. You were so impatient and turned into a whiny and whimpering mess, but it was definitely worth it in the end.

If Marguerite had gone to bed early and Jack didn't feel like going to sleep yet, he'd ask if you felt like fooling around. Your answer was yes most of the time. You didn't get enough of this man to be quite honest. He often ended up with his face buried between your legs, eating you out like he was starving. He almost forgot about his own erection. Some nights he would sleep over in your room and other nights he would wish you sweet dreams before he went back to his and Marguerite's bedroom.

How can anyone hate this goof?? Look at his stupid face

Beetlejuice short

Christmas dirtytalk

🎄Christmas🎄

The yearning to have someone with you during Christmas. Someone to be extra "cozy" with. To unwrap you like a present. You could even put a red bow on yourself to make you look even more like a present. Maybe they could dress up as Santa and ask if you had been a good girl this year. It made you laugh. But it had also made your cheeks a bit warm and red. You pranced over to your TV sitting down to put a movie in the dvd player. You joked with yourself.

"Oh Santa, I swear I've been a good girl this year. Don't I deserve a big candy cane?"

You giggled as as you popped open a dvd case. A piece of paper slipped out of it. Huh? What was that? Looked like an ad for a possible movie, or maybe some weird bug company? But one word was repeated specifically. Must be their catchfraze or something. You tried saying it out loud.

"Bet.. No. Beetle? Beetle goose? Huh weird word. Oh, maybe it's Beetlejuice?"

You felt chills down your spine. You put the paper back in the case before you went to the kitchen. Making a big cup of hot chocolate. As you stirred the cup you started humming. And kinda sang out the word again. Giggling to yourself as you thought of beetles being turned to juice. Yuck.

"Beetlejuice."

What a weird combination. Beetle and juice. Who came up with that? As you looked up you got scared. You swore you had seen a man in your kitchen window. It made your heart race. It was probably just your own reflection. You took a calming breath and focused on your hot chocolate again. Starting to hum a Christmas song you thought of the word Beetlejuice. Something made you want to say it again. Something intriguing about it.

"Beetlejuice."

All the lights went out and it instantly felt a bit colder. Did the power go out? But that didn't make any sense. You froze as you heard heavy footsteps coming closer. The smell of smoke creeping into you nose. You heard a rough voice slowly drawing out a sentence.

"Ho ho ho..Santa's back in town baby."

You could hear the smirk in his voice. Something about it was weirdly attractive. Thinking this wasn't real you tried to pinch yourself. Nothing. This was real. He snapped his fingers and a dim light turned on. You slowly turned around. Scared, yet curios. He just stood there. Hands in his pockets and cigarette in his mouth. Looming over you with his dark expression. A suggestive smirk. His eyes looking you up and down. You shakily asked him a question.

"Who a-are you?"

He raised a brow and huffed out a laugh. He pointed at you with the cigarette between his fingers.

"Ya just called daddy christmas and I'll be sure to give ya a big present."

He squeezed his groin and grinned. You felt your cheeks flushing red at his mannerisms. He sauntered closer and put a finger under your chin to look up at him. His voice melting your thoughts.

"A good girl like yerself wouldn't mind sitting on Santa's lap and tell what ya want for Christmas huh?"

You quivered at his question. A weird arousal formed. Did he know what you had half joked about earlier? You nervously gulped and soflty nodded. An honest answer. He snapped his fingers and his outfit had changed. He actually wore a santa suit now.

"I'll slip into yer chimney and deliver some presents dollface."

You whimperd as you understood what he meant. It was the first time you'd heard christmas dirtytalk in person. You didn't know how to respond. He chuckled and continued his smooth talking.

"I'll make yer christmas merry and bright sugar. Let me unwrap ya and I promise this won't be a silent night."

Hi, do you get that all consuming passionate hyperfication on fictional characters to the point where you can feel it in your every fiber of your being, to such a degree that you stare into nothing, thinking about their story and how you will never be able to meet them, so your brain makes up all these fantasies and then you forget about everything else for hours at a time, and when watching or playing the media they are in nothing else really matters or are you normal??

Karl Heisenberg x reader nsfw!

Tw: kink, oral fixation, oral sex, cigar, mention of anger

(this musty metal man lives rent free in my head omfg<3)

Stress relief

You where his special little pet. He had you in his living quarters of the factory. It was the only area you were allowed on your own. A metal collar adorned your neck, sturdy but not to heavy. There used to be a chain attached to keep you from wandering of to far. If it was necessary he could easily pull on your collar with his powers anyway. But you got roaming privileges for your good behavior. You had a soft mattress in the corner of the room near his desk. You had pillows and blankets to make it more comfortable for you. You'd occasionally walk up to him while he was sitting at his desk. He'd either pat your head and ruffle your hair or let you sit in his lap.

You looked at him with such admiration in your eyes. His every feature gave you butterflies. You loved his rough look, the way he spoke. His every move was enchanting. You would never wish for anything else than to be his.

You noticed how busy he was with the factory. He worked long hours, night and day. He got easily irritated during stressful days. There was little time for rest. And the times he did sit still was unfortunately very much worklated as well. He would sit at his desk in the office for hours at a time. He would take drags from his cigar and let the smoke flow out as he sighed heavily. A metal object or two would go flying into the wall when he got frustrated and stressed by his work. But the times he truly got infuriated and pent up was after a meeting with the other lords. He would bust into his office, blinded by rage. Fuming and yelling about Mother Miranda and a certain supersized bitch. You usually stayed put on you mattress in these moments just incase.

But today was different. He was silent after storming in through the doors. You could feel the tension from his anger in the room. It was deathly silent besides his heavy breath. He lit a fresh cigar and started working. You could hear anger in his writing. You knew he was pent up and tense, so you got an idea of how to help him out.

From where your mattress was you could easily crawl in under his desk without him noticing you. He was to busy to notice you at the moment anyway. You sat yourself infront of his spread out legs. As you gently nugged your head against his inner thigh and let you left hand run up his leg you could feel his muscles tighten before he relaxed. You stroked your hands softly up his thighs. His writing slowed down. You saw his crotch quickly grow a bulge. You smiled and bit your lip at the sight. You brought a hand towards it, palming him. A low groan coming from him. You scooched closer in between his legs. Your hands unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. With a swift motion you let his member spring free. You explored it gently with one hand. Feeling it's warmth, its lengt, the firmness. It pulsed in need of attention. His writing had stopped at this point. You could see him leaning back in his chair as you worked your hands on him. Holding it still you started licking at the tip. Catching drops of precum on your tounge. You could hear him taking a drag from his cigar and let out a relaxed sigh. Sliding the head of his cock into your mouth you used your tounge to massage and lick around it.

As you let his cock slide longer into your mouth you gently stroked the bottom of his shaft with you hand. You sucked on his cock, creating the classic pleasurable vacuum around his lenght. You heard him hum in pleasurable at your motions. He needed this and you knew it all to well. You started bobbing you head. Letting it slide against the top of your tounge. You stroked the rest of his length at the same pace as you sucked him. You slowly built up a little speed. You could feel his thighs tighten, the muscles tensing up. As your pace got quicker you felt his hand caress the back of your head. Helping you to keep up the pace. You heard his breath hitch. You stared taking him deeper and faster. To the best of your passionate abilities.

You kept the suction at a good pressure for him. As he got closer to his finishing you felt him push your head against himself. He cursed under his breath. You let him push your head closer. You could feel tears in your eyes and breathing got harder. It didn't last long until you felt one final shove of your head. You face was buried against his pubes. His cock pulsed in your mouth. A loud groan escaped him. You felt his seed slide down your throat as you swallowed. He let go of your head with a sigh of relief. You softly milked the rest out of the head, gently overstimulating him a bit at the same time. Satisfied with your work you pulled away and gave him some space. You wiped your tears away with a soft smile on your lips.

He tucked himself back in his pant before he pulled you out from under the desk so you could sit on his lap. With lustful eyes hidden behind his spectacles, he grinned at you from under his hat. He tugged at your collar with his power. You blushed as you knew that this was going to be a long pleasureable night for you.

Hi there, I'm working on a Beetlejuice fanfiction that I've been thinking about for a while and writing a bit here and there. It's something I'm writing mostly for myself. But if other people like it too that's great💕

It's a FemReader x Beetlejuice Mafia AU based on the Beetlejuice from the movie. It's a longer story that I'm trying to work out properly and not rush. So far I've written almost 2 chapters and worked out some details. It's gonna contain smut and sexual content too.

I'll probably start posting about it soon when I feel like the story is starting to take a better shape. I also have a previous shorter fiction with a nun & priest sort of thing that I also could post at some point.

Hope you'll be interested in reading any of it once it get around to posting it🤍