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“It’s Showtime!”
Beetlejuice aesthetic for @mostghcst.
@mostghcst sent this meme || 11. collar bone kiss
Maybe it was the fact that she’d hit a dry spell. Maybe it was the fact that he added to her frustration. Maybe it was the fact that he had actually been the only guy to ever keep his end of the deal -- he had saved the Maitlands all those years ago. Maybe it was the fact that vibrators and fingertips just didn’t do it for her these days.
Out of all the possibilities, Lydia Deetz did not want to acknowledge that there was the possibility that a fondness growing for the GHOST she had nearly married in her teenage years. Not yet, at least.
But nature wanted what it wanted and right now, nature wanted Lydia to have attention washed over her in ways only a man could give.
Hand daring brushed against his stomach and up his chest. A small touch to gather his attention, to pull him away from whatever devilish thoughts he had going on in his deviant head. Standing on her tiptoes, her eyes darkened as she leaned her head forward to press a lingering kiss upon his collarbone.
The action was, no doubt, surprising. It even surprised herself as her lips continued to press against the cloth of his jacket while her hands moved to hug him closer to her. He smelled of earth on a wet, spring day. Like a comfort she had never thought upon.
Head lifted and she looked up at him. Eyes touched with lust as her nose ghosted against his own. Eyes searched for his before she spoke up. Words held a husky, lustful intonation, “Betelgeuse, I...” a pause, “I...I release you. You can go out into the world without me.”
He could leave of his own accord now, but a part of her wanted him to stay. They were married, afterall. But she knew that he had long held a desire to be out in the world, with the living since they had first met. It only seemed fair to give him what he had wanted, even if it had been a decade or so after he’d saved the Maitlands for her.
OPEN STARTER
❝ You’re supposed to the gumdrops on the house, not eat them. ❞
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“Beej! It’s three in the morning! I don’t have to wake up for school for hours --- and you know us humans need sleep! What could you possibly want?”
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“Listen, Beetlebreakfast, I don’t work with lowlife like you. Your kind only attract innocent, doe-eyed spirits. Hi, I’m Meg, I’m a demon. I’m about the farthest from innocent that you’re gonna get.”
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✝ –––– ❝ hey , don’t get OVEREXCITED , man , ❞ hb puffs at his cigarette lazily , glancing over at the monster , the ghoul , the something hellboy couldn't QUITE put a name to , if he was being honest . ❝ i brought you out here t’help , and then you’re goin’ RIGHT BACK IN . and if you piss me off , the favor’ll be paid earlier . you got that ? ❞
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