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flowersforbucky · 1 month ago

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devil's in the backseat

bucky barnes x reader

word count: 3.7k

summary/prompt: a night at coney island with your friends turns out much differently than expected.

or getting fucked in front of a mirror

author's note: this is my first halloween fic!! this was so much fun to write. if you've read haunting adeline, then you know exactly what inspired the mirror maze scene! also disclaimer i have never been to coney island so if any of this is inaccurate then just pretend ok it's fiction :))

warnings/tags: smut, 18+ only content, sex in a public setting, mirror sex, oral (female receiving), unprotected p in v, friends to lovers, romanogers makes an appearance! kind of grumpy!reader, protective bucky, random men being creepy, language, reader is afab, she/her pronouns, reader pov, no use of y/n, porn with a little plot, fluff

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“I can't fucking believe I let you talk me into wearing this.”

You tug the tight, cherry red colored velvet fabric of the babydoll dress in place for the dozenth time since arriving at Coney Island.

“What? You look hot. Plus, our costumes go great together.”

Natasha's costume mirrors your own - except hers is a pearlescent white and instead of a pitchfork and horns, she dons angel wings and a halo.

“I don't feel hot. I feel cold. It's fifty degrees and the sun hasn't even set yet.” If it wasn't for the black thigh high boots that cover the majority of your legs, you'd be shivering in the chilly late October weather.

“It's not my fault that you put off getting a costume until the last minute and had to pick through what little was left at Spirit Halloween,” she mumbles, passing you one of the cups of apple cider that the cashier hands to her. You gladly accept, sucking down the hot liquid in hopes that it will warm you from the inside.

Her phone dings as the two of you walk towards the rides. “It's Steve,” she informs you as she reads the text message. “They just got here,” she looks back up at you with a smirk on her face and a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Bucky decided to come with them.”

You roll your eyes, suddenly hating your borderline provocative costume even more.

“I thought he was leaving for a job in Denver this evening?”

It's not that you didn't want to see Bucky. It's that you didn't want to see Bucky dressed like this. As if you don't already get flustered around him when you're dressed in normal, everyday clothing. The hem of your dress barely conceals the curve of your ass and your tits are practically spilling over the low neckline.

“Guess it's been postponed,” she shrugs, nudging you with her shoulder.

The two of you turn to look in the opposite direction when a familiar voice calls your names. You see Steve, Sam, and Bucky walking towards you. Steve is dressed as a pirate, eyepatch and all. Sam wears a cowboy costume with an oversized hat, concealing the upper half of his face entirely.

And Bucky? Bucky wears jeans and a navy blue Henley.

Yeah, you're regretting any of your life choices that lead up to this moment.

“Well, well, well,” Sam drawls as he tips his hat back enough to take in yours and Natasha’s outfits. “Look what we have here. An angel and a devil. Have you two already entered the costume contest for best duo or should I go add your names?”

“You wouldn't dare,” you scold him. Natasha just laughs, falling into Steve’s embrace as he plants a kiss to her forehead.

“We should, you know,” Natasha agrees. “I think we'd have a pretty good shot at winning.”

“Yeah, right,” you retort, looking around at some of the more elaborate, creative costumes that many of the strangers around you are sporting. You notice a man and woman dressed as Beetlejuice and Lydia Deetz and know that you and Nat wouldn't stand a chance in a costume contest. “And what about you?” You acknowledge Bucky, your eyes skimming up and down his civilian clothes. “Didn't have time to pull together a costume?”

He smirks, his eyes trailing up your figure for a heated moment before he responds. “I'll have you know that I am in costume, actually.”

Steve and Sam both snort in laughter.

“Oh yeah? And what are you supposed to be, exactly?”

He tugs up the sleeve of his shirt, showing off the shiny vibranium that is his left arm.

“I'm the Winter Soldier,” he says with a smug grin. “Obviously.”

“How creative,” you praise sarcastically.

“Cut me some slack,” he feigns insult. “I was supposed to be halfway to Colorado right now. I didn't have time to pull together anything too cute.” His eyes flicker to your dress and boots at the word cute. If anyone else notices, they say nothing.

“What are we doing just standing around here?” Natasha exclaims, tugging Steve in the direction of the rides and games. “I want to ride every ride and eat funnel cake.”

They race ahead of the rest of you, with Sam close behind, leaving you and Bucky to fall into step beside each other.

“So, why did your mission get postponed?” You ask casually, trying to fight down the nerves that threaten to bubble over every time you're alone with him.

“Beats me,” he shrugs. “Fury didn't give much of an explanation. I got the text as I was loading my bags into the car to head out.”

“That's annoying,” you mumble, swallowing the remnants of your hot apple cider. “I'm sorry,” you tell him with a glance in his direction. “I'm sure it was for a good reason.”

He shrugs. “I'm here, so I can't be too mad about it.”

Before you can overthink exactly what he means by that, you're both brought to a halt when a jolly looking man in a Ghostbusters costume steps directly in front of you, blocking your path.

“This little devil looks like she needs a giant sloth!” He exclaims, gesturing towards the prizes hanging above the balloon darts station next to you.

“Oh, no,” you start. “That’s okay–”

“Come on!” The red-faced vendor insists, looking at Bucky. “Don't you want to win your girl a giant sloth? Perhaps a giant giraffe? If she was mine, I'd be winning her any prize she wants. I'll give you five throws for ten doll–”

“Fine, fine,” Bucky relents, digging into his back pocket for his wallet. You notice a faint hint of pink blooms along the apples of his cheeks, but he doesn't correct the man when he calls you his girl. “You've worn me down,” he sighs as he shoves a crumpled ten dollar bill into the man's hand.

The man accepts the money with a satisfied, toothy grin and hands Bucky five darts.

“If you get three out of the five throws, you can choose a prize from here,” the man gestures towards a section of smaller prizes. “And if you get all five throws, you can choose–”

The man is cut off by the sharp popping sound of a balloon, and then a second, and a third, until all five darts have been impaled on the board in a consecutive line in a matter of seconds.

“She'll take the bunny,” Bucky tells him before he can erase the stunned look off of his face. He points to a large, flop-eared purple bunny hanging from the upper row of prizes.

Unlike the vendor, you aren't shocked by his perfect aim at all. Anyone who knows Bucky would have known that he wouldn't miss a single shot. You are shocked, however, that he chose the bunny without even asking which prize you want.

The man in the Ghostbusters costume grabs the bunny and hands it to you, surprise still etched on his face. He mumbles a quick goodnight before he's moving onto the next people approaching the stand.

“How did you know I'd want the bunny?” You ask Bucky, trying to juggle the stuffed animal, your empty cup of cider, and your pitchfork all in your arms.

“You like bunnies, right? It was an educated guess.” He shrugs, moving through a thick crowd of people away from the game stations. “Here, let me carry it for you,” he offers when he notices the large stuffed animal is obstructing your vision. You hand it over to him and he tucks it underneath his metal arm.

“Thank you,” you tell him, your cheeks heating at the realization that he'd remembered such an inconsequential piece of information about you. You do like bunnies. The cold night air suddenly feels a lot more balmy.

“I'm - uh - I'm going to find a trash can real quick,” you say as you wiggle the empty cup in your hand. Truthfully, you just need a moment to collect yourself.

You begin walking in the opposite direction before he can reply, your eyes scanning the throng of people for a garbage can.

So what if he knows that you like bunnies? It's a pretty trivial fact that probably means nothing. You know that Natasha’s favorite animal is flamingos - because she's your friend. It's normal for friends to know things that their friends like.

Right? Right.

“I like that outfit a whole lot, baby. But I think you'd look even cuter in just the boots and those horns.”

You're so lost in your internal monologue that you don't even notice two men closing in on you as you toss the empty cup into a trash can. Unlike most of the people here tonight, neither of them are in costumes. They stand so close to you that you can smell booze on their breath.

“Oh, fuck off,” you groan as you attempt to walk away, but they've effectively blocked you between their bodies and the large garbage can behind you. Wicked grins grow on their faces as you realize that you can't get by them.

“Look, I don’t have the patience for this tonight. Get out of my fucking way.”

“Or what?” One of them taunts. “You'll use that little pitchfork on us? Jokes on you, because we're into that.”

“What if I used it on you?” A familiar voice comes from behind them. “Would you still like that?”

Before they can even turn around to identify the voice, Bucky is pulling him back by the hood of his sweatshirt and throwing him on the ground with little to no effort. The other one attempts to stumble away as Bucky turns his attention to him.

He still has your bunny clutched in his flesh hand - despite the seriousness of the situation, you have to bite your lip to keep from smirking at the sight. You don't know of anyone who could be quite as intimidating while holding a stuffed purple bunny.

“What about you?” Bucky asks, towering over the guy by half a foot. “You got anything you wanna say?”

“I - no - we didn't know she was with someone,” he half slurs, half stutters out. His gaze flickers to Bucky's vibranium hand. The man on the ground manages to stand back up, following after his friend.

“Now you know,” Bucky calls after them as they quickly hobble away.

“I had that handled, you know,” you tell Bucky with a nod towards your pitchfork. “But thank you, anyway. Really.”

He places a gentle but firm grasp on the top of your arms and begins to tug you in the opposite direction, guiding you through the small crowd that had stopped to witness the altercation.

“I have no doubt about that,” he sighs, releasing his grip on you when the two of you are a reasonable distance away. “But I also don't doubt that you handling it would have drawn even more attention.”

He's right. If he hadn't stepped in, your method of handling it would have been even more dramatic.

“They would have deserved it,” you mumble. “I knew I shouldn't have worn this stupid costume.”

“They definitely would have deserved it,” he agrees. “And your costume isn't stupid. You should be able to wear any costume you like without getting harassed by drunk assholes.”

The two of you approach the ferris wheel as it comes to a slow stop, a couple getting out of one of the cars. You and Bucky flash your wristbands to the operator, who offers to hold your pitchfork for you while you’re on the ride.

“Besides,” he continues as you sit down next to each other in the car, the operator locking the gate in place. “I happen to like your costume. A lot.” He turns his head to you, his gaze trailing from the tops of your thigh high boots and up to the felt horns that adorn your head.

There's a shift in energy as the ferris wheel suddenly comes to life, sending you sliding across the limited space of the metal bench seat and right up against him.

“Oh, yeah?” You tease with your face a few inches from his. Close enough to see your reflection in his irises. “Is that why two different people have implied that I'm yours tonight and you haven't corrected either of them?”

“Your costume had nothing to do with that. I wouldn't have corrected them even if you were dressed as a giant banana,” he says, his tone and face both serious. “Does it bother you that I didn't correct them?”

“No,” you answer automatically - eagerly. You should feel embarrassed, but with the way he's looking at you, and how good it feels to be pressed so snug against him, you can't find it within yourself to care. “I didn't correct them either,” you point out.

The ferris wheel comes to a stop to let new people get on when your cart reaches the peak.

“And why is that?” he asks lowly. If you weren't sitting so close to him, you wouldn't have been able to hear him over the obnoxiously loud carnival music that pours from speakers in between the ferris wheel's carts.

He wraps his metal arm around your shoulders, pulling you further into him.

“Because I liked the sound of it,” you answer honestly. Your voice quivers - from nerves, or from a gust of wind that sways the pod still perching at the top of the wheel.

“Is that right?” he murmurs. He places his flesh hand on the exposed skin of your thigh - just above the top of your boot and just under the hem of your dress. His fingertips rest near the crack between your thighs. Instinctively, you spread your legs apart - not much, but enough for him to smirk at your body's automatic response to his touch.

“You like the sound of being my girl?”

“Yeah,” you breathe. “I do. Is that okay with you?”

He chuckles, his fingers inching further up your thigh. You spread your legs open further, giving him the go ahead to go as high as he wants. He stops when he reaches the apex of your thighs, just an inch away from the cloth of your panties. He applies pressure with his fingertips, his short nails digging into the sensitive flesh and making you clench your legs around his hand.

“That depends,” he contemplates. “Are you my girl?”

You open your mouth to answer when the sensation of his index finger grazing the fabric that covers your cunt makes you forget how to speak. You sit there with your mouth agape as he hooks a finger into the cotton panties.

He eases a finger through your folds, lubricating it in your slick before adding a second finger and massaging the pads of them over your sensitive clit.

“Feels like you're my girl.”

You become vaguely aware of the fact that the ride is now in motion once more, heading back down to the ground, when Bucky places the stuffed bunny on your lap in an effort to conceal what is happening in the cart that you and him share.

He alternates between slow, languid circles and quick strokes against your clit as the ferris wheel makes its way down and then back up again. You can feel yourself soaking your underwear as the world dizzies around you. You hide your face in Bucky's neck to conceal the pleasure written across your face.

You're seconds away from coming against his fingers, the pressure in your belly building to a climax, when he pulls away and tugs your dress into place. Your gaze snaps up to his, shooting daggers, as the ride comes to a slow stop. He looks back at you with an amused smirk as the operator approaches the cart to unlock the gate.

“Sorry about that, sweetheart,” he tells you in a strained voice as he snatches the bunny back from you. “After you,” he motions with his head as the operator holds the gate open for you.

Stunned and speechless at what just happened, you stumble out of the cart and down the stairs to the ride's exit with Bucky behind you - both of you completely forgetting about your pitchfork. You can't help but snort a laugh at the position of the large stuffed animal - directly over Bucky’s crotch.

“Real discreet,” you tell him, glancing down at the bunny and then back up to the semi-pained expression on his face.

“I have to admit, right now this thing is worth every penny that I spent on it,” he sighs, and then removes one hand from the bunny to place it on your lower back. “Follow me,” he instructs with a smirk.

He guides you through the crowd and you follow him without question, just trying to ignore the wet ache between your legs.

You shoot him a quizzical look when you arrive at the house of mirrors. You haven't been in a mirror maze since you'd gotten lost in one at ten years old.

There's an attendant sitting in a chair outside of the entrance who unenthusiastically greets the two of you. Bucky reaches into his pocket, digging out his wallet for the second time that evening. He pulls out a hundred dollar bill and flashes it at the elderly man smoking a Pall Mall.

“Take this and don't let anyone else in until we come out,” Bucky tells him before dragging you into the attraction. You and the gray haired man both go wide eyed.

“What was that?” you cackle as the door slams to a close behind you. Bucky doesn't answer, just grabs one of your hands in his and begins guiding you through the maze of mirrors as if he's been here a hundred times.

The entire place is lit by bright, neon red lights that only aid in further confusing your sense of direction. Bucky doesn’t seem phased in the slightest, finally coming to a stop after a few minutes of maneuvering through the endless mirrors.

“You never answered me, you know,” he says as he drops your bunny to the floor. “When I asked if you're my girl.” He smirks at you, stepping closer to you and backing you against the mirror behind you.

“You just paid that man a hundred dollars to get me alone,” you jab as you pull him to you by the front of his Henley. “I think it's safe to say that I am.”

He smiles as you pull him down to you, crushing your lips to his. His hands trail down your back until they land where your thighs meet the curve of your ass cheeks. You release months worth of tension into the kiss, sweeping your tongue along the swell of his bottom lip before slipping it into his mouth the second that he parts his lips for you. He groans into the kiss, kneading the globes of your ass with his fingers. You can feel a prominent bulge through his jeans against your stomach.

Adrenaline begins to kick in when he pulls away, looking down at you with lust blown pupils. He sinks to the floor below you, kneeling in front of your cunt as he raises your dress around your waist and tugs your panties down your legs and over your boots. He slips them into his back pocket before hiking one of your legs across his shoulder.

You can already feel your juices leaking down your inner thighs before his mouth makes contact with you. When he does, you lean your head back against the glass behind you in pleasure.

He sucks your clit between his kiss-swollen lips with an obscene pop before running his tongue down your folds. He plunges his tongue inside you and you grind yourself against his face, chasing the release that you were seconds away from on the ferris wheel.

He moans at the taste of you and the vibration has your walls clenching around his tongue. You ride out your orgasm on his face, the neon red lights blurring and spinning around you.

Despite the fact that your legs feel like jelly, you pull him up to you as soon as you're able to form a coherent thought. You clumsily paw at the button of his pants and his zipper, and he shoves both his jeans and boxers down over his ass, just far enough to free his cock.

He places both of his hands just under your armpits and lifts you as you instinctively lock your legs around his hips.

The head of his cock nudges your wet folds, your juices coating his length before he nudges it inside you.

You feel full before he's even halfway in you. Your walls constrict around him and he digs his teeth into his bottom lip as he adjusts to the sensation of you.

“Fuck, that's tight. You're perfect,” he grunts as he sheaths the rest of his length into you. You let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a gasp.

He has total control as he cradles you between his body and the cold, hard mirror behind you. He sets a harsh pace, his head ramming against your cervix at the sweetest angle from his position beneath you.

He manages to support you with the strength of only his vibranium arm as he brings his flesh hand between your bodies, once again massaging your clit in rapid circles as he fucks up into you.

You cum around his length in a shockingly short amount of time, digging your teeth into the flesh of his neck as he follows after you, filling you up with hot ropes of his cum.

You stay in the same position after you've both reached your climax, panting against one another in the claustrophobic feeling space.

“We should probably go find our friends,” you say breathlessly with a kiss to the side of his face. “Sam's probably getting sick of being a third wheel.”

He pulls out of you, his cum running down your thighs and ass cheeks. He gently lowers you back down to the ground as he begins to tuck himself back into his pants.

He laughs, cupping your face in his hands as he pulls your lips to his once again.

“If he hates being a third wheel, just imagine how much he's going to hate being a fifth wheel.”

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vocal-eyes · 2 months ago

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I feel like the Maitlands do not get considered enough when discussing how Lydia talks and thinks about Beetlejuice in the second movie.

Obviously Beej had pretty neutral experiences with Lyds up until a sandworm ate him in the first film.

And for Lydia she has had some net negative experiences with him. Snake assults her fam, tries to con her into marrying him befor she realized he is a snake, actually almost made a child bride to bring him back to life and he kind of attacks the two people who he agreed to help in the process. This is all to say she would obvs be trepidatious around Beetlejuice.

But then you have to think about the fact that she probably lived with the Maitlands for a long time. They probably would have discussed him and how he is a sex pest, unconrolable, trickster demon. How he was black listed from the afterlife, his old job. Like having details filled in on this kind of scary guy probably instilled a greater sense of distrust in him than there needed to be.

In the first movie he is a violent, eratic, horny, creep to basically all the adults. He jumps on people, kisses them without warning, puts them in situations that can cause greivous bodily harm. And Lydia he mostly leaves alone until he realizes she can see him and then he only proposes a marrage of inconvinience becasue he doesn't want to be dead.

I the snake scene she is left alone and in the wedding scene she he grabs her arms to manuver her through the wedding and covers her mouth so she won't say his name. Meanwhile he is doing loonytoons ass stuff to everyone else.

This is all to say that the Maitlands might have instilled a greater sense of danger and misstrust around BJ over the years. It would also explain why she is kind of clueless to the flirty hauntings he sends her way like the flyer, pop up ads, and even the love song. Like this is probably just part of his sleezy creep schtick and not an ernest yet deranged attempt at getting a girls attention.

The McArthor Park scene probably hit her like a tone of bricks. Oh zombie Bugs Bunny might actually like me and not just want to get married for life privilages. When did that happen.

#Beetlejuice #beetlejuice beetlejuice #lydia deetz #beetlebabes

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writing-rat · 1 year ago

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Those Damn Edits

Pairings: Jenna Ortega x Reader

Content Warning: G!P Jenna Ortega, Jenna Ortega has a penis, Gentle Sex, On Set, Semi-Public, AFAB Reader

Summary: Jenna catches their castmate watching sexual edits of her...

WC: 1379

It was a casual day on the set of Beetlejuice. You were a side character, just one of the townsfolk. You was happy to be in the film though since you were around 1 of your favourite actors. Jenna Ortega. You smiled as you was on your phone on the side while Jenna had a scene with another townsfolk. You had on your headphones as you was just browsing through Instagram and taking photos before you was thinking. That’s when you was quickly switching to TikTok, thanking the gods that there was WiFi on set. You would be dead if not as you wanted to watch your Jenna Ortega edits in peace… well mostly since some people were still around.

You was halfway through a edit, unaware Jenna had finished her scene as you was transfixed by the edit. It was to the song ‘Treat Me Like a Slut’ by Kim Petras. You blushed as you was watching it. It was to scenes during Wednesday when she was injured at the end, but edited to make it look sexual as well as when she was Vada and got on top of Mia. You bit your lip before you was jumping at s touch. It was Jenna touching your shoulder. You jumped and quickly shut your phone off, looking at the up-and-coming actress. “Hey Jenna,” you spoke, trying to seem innocent.

“Whatcha doing?” she asked, raising her eyebrow. “Saw a video of me after all,” she added on. You froze and shook your head.

“No. Just was on TikTok and an edit of you came on,” you explained, trying to act like you didn’t like it.

“Show me?” she asked. Embarrassed, you nodded and disconnected your earphones then played the video again, embarrassed. It had the red heart and showed it was saved to a collection too. In your embarrassment you missed her smirk. “I see,” she spoke and was thinking. “Meet me at my trailer after my scenes are done? Director said he doesn’t need you anymore,” she spoke. You nodded, thinking you’d get in trouble.

“Yes ma’am,” you spoke, showing more of your embarrassment. In response she just nodded and left.

At around 4pm, Jenna was back in her trailer where you was sat on her couch, just looking on your phone as you was still rather embarrassed. You was watching your favourite YouTuber this time though as you was relaxed. Again, you had on headphones so you wasn’t aware she was there until she sat next to you. You immediately pulled the earbud out and looked st her embarrassed. “Hey Jenna,” you spoke quietly.

“Hey Y/N. So… why was it saved?” she smirked out.

“I just… have a little bit of a celebrity crush on you,” you decided to admit, thinking it would ruin your relationship.

“I see… who doesn’t?” she spoke cockily. “Anyways, I don’t mind. You have caught my eye after all too,” she spoke. “Every movie you are an extra in, I catch my eye on you,” she added on to explain. You blushed and nodded.

“I am safe to assume I can kiss you right?” she asked nervously, you noticed. That’s when you held her waist and kissed her gently. She smiled as she held your face and kissed you back, closing her eyes. You kept kissing a few more times before it slowly got deeper and deeper. By the time you had been kissing for 5 minutes, you was pinned down against the couch, her on top and her hand trailing your side under your t-shirt. She slowly pushed her hands up, groping at your chest as she was surprised to not feel a bra. “You wanted me so bad, hm?” she asked against your lip, looking at you. You was nodding as you opened your legs up a little bit.

“Yes ma’am,” you responded, leaning into every touch. That’s when Jenna pulled your shirt off gently and eyed your chest before she was gently sucking your neck.

“I feel like we are going 0 to 100 in this relationship immediately,” she chuckled out. You was nodding.

“I’m fine with it if you are,” you responded. She smirked.

“I’m more than fine,” she then spoke, taking off her own shirt and taking off her bra. You also eyed her chest before she went down again and sucked a hickey on your shoulder, pressing her erection against your thigh. You gasped before you was trying to push against it. She smirked, slowly tugging your sweatpants down with your underwear, just wanting you already. She also did the same with her jeans and boxers, leaving them at her ankles.

“You a virgin?” she asked. You nodded your head, blushing at the size. You wondered how you would take it. “You need to be stretched?” she added on.

“Maybe, I don’t know,” you admitted.

“I’ll do it just in case then. That ok with you, Y/N? Safe word is pineapple,” she replied, to which you was nodding. Slowly but surely, she entered one finger, looking at you. You nodded your head as she was fully entering it. You shook yoir head once it was fully in, needing to adjust. She waited patiently and to distract you, she went up to your face and kissed you gently. You proceeded to kiss back as you held her waist. Soon she was moving it gently, still kissing you softly. You was moaning throughout. After a bit, you both had to pull away as she was slowly entering a second one.

You moaned a bit louder as you arched your back, gripping her shoulders tightly. She was being careful and gentle as she thrusted it inside, glad she decided to do this. She soon used her thumb to rub at your clit. You saw stars as you couldn’t help but cum at that. “Sensitive little thing aren’t you?” she asked quietly to which you nodded. During that time she added her third finger and was certain she’d fit then. “May I enter you?” she asked quietly.

“Please do. I’m on the pill too,” you spoke, adding the last bit as you saw her about to grab a condom. She grinned and nodded before she carefully guided herself inside. You hissed in pain once she was halfway in. “Stop for a moment. Need to adjust,” you groaned out. After a minute, you nodded for her to move as she was slowly entering more inside. Eventually she was fully inside as you shook your head. “No moving plesse. Need to adjust,” you grunted out.

“Of course. I’ll wait as long as you need to,” she spoke gently, rubbing your clit as she was kissing you gently. You gasped in the kiss as you held around her shoulders. You soon nodded in the kiss to which she moved slowly. She was doing slow, gentle thrusts as you both moaned in the kiss.

She was eventually speeding up but still gentle. “You can go rougher babe,” you moaned out. Nodding, Jenna got a little rougher as she moanded more.

“You feel so good,” Jenna moaned out as she was thrusting faster, causing you to gasp and hold on tighter.

“You fill me so well,” you groaned out loud as you arched your back, your chest pressing against hers. That’s when she groped your breast and rubbed your nipples. Whining, you was leaned into the touch even more. “Please go rough and fast, you can now,” you whimpered out. Jenna was in shock before she nodded. That’s when she was thrusting harder and faster, moaning loudly while doing so. You was also the same volume almost, before you came all over her dick, where you was much louder. Due to the clenching Jenna also came inside as she held you tighter and closer.

You panted as you was both soon laid down on the couch. “Did we really just fuck on a couch?” you then asked, starting to laugh. Jenna laughed too and nodded as she held you. “Yep, and I’d do it again for you,” she spoke with a smile. You smiled and kissed her. “So we are official right?” You asked. Jenna nodded.

“Of course we are. Next time let’s go for dinner and drinks,” she spoke. You nodded, agreeing.

#g!p jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader smut #jenna ortega smut #jenna ortega x reader #ratboy writes #ratboy writing

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hellfirenacht · 1 year ago

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Writing Master List

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Isekai Chronicles: OPEN (see rules)

WON'T write: shy!reader, popular!reader, cheerleader!reader breeding kink, parent!Eddie or parent!reader, pregnancy

WILL write: Eddie Munson x Reader, smut, fluff, angst

***Requests are subject to approval and aren't guaranteed.

Stranger Things (Eddie/Reader)

Isekai Chronicles: Through no powers of your own, you end up in Hawkins 1985, in a tv show that you once saw on Netflix.

Wing Man: (AO3) Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you’ll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie. COMPLETE

Crit Happens: (AO3) You are who’s Dustin’s favorite cousin from out of town who is staying with him for the summer. Eddie finds himself jealous as he's suddenly been pushed aside as Dustin’s favorite dungeon master. When Dustin insists that Eddie join the campaign, you and Eddie quickly butt heads about how Dungeons and Dragons should be played.

Clean: (AO3) After the battle in the Upside Down, you and Eddie try and get clean. SMUT

Candygram: (AO3) It's Valentine's Day and you shoot your shot with Eddie by sending him a candygram.

Water Balloons: (AO3) You and Eddie agree that you aren't interested in having kids.

Meet Me At 4:20: (AO3) It’s hard to be the new kid in a small town during senior year, and there’s only one person you actually want to be friends with. So you do the only logical thing, and set up a drug deal.

Dress Code: (AO3) It’s too damn hot to be wearing your Hellfire Club shirt, unfortunately the rest of the club disagrees. One Shot. Reader x Eddie if you squint (Part 2)

C'More, It's Just One Night: (AO3) (Two-Shot) After getting a fake love note in your locker, you ask Eddie to help you mess up some bullies plans. (Part 2)

Splash Zone: (AO3) You and Eddie go to Gareth’s Pool Party

Anomaly: You can talk to anyone in school with no problem. At least, anyone who’s not named Eddie Munson. (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

This Machine...: (AO3) Your birthday is coming up, and Eddie makes you a present.

Saving Throws: Hellfire is your favorite place to be, but why is it so hard to show up when the sun sets at 4 pm?

Corroded Coffin Friendship Bracelets Trend HCs

Being in Hellfire Club HCs

HIATUS

Players Wanted Master List: A series of one-shots about various Readers asking to join Hellfire Club (HIATUS)

Plus One: (AO3) (HIATUS) Once upon a time, you made a deal with the school freak that if he ever got famous then he'd invite you to be his plus one at a red carpet event. Now a decade later an invite shows up at your house asking you to be the +1 to Eddie Munson, front man of Corroded Coffin. (1 2 HIATUS)

Upside Down to Inside Out: (AO3) It has been four months since anyone has heard from Eddie 'The Freak' Munson. After the Events of the Upside Down, he skips town, leaving you to reflect on the fallout and how your relationship changed during the battle for Hawkins. (1 2)

Sally Face (Sal Fisher/Reader)

Can't Be Unseen: (AO3) Flirting is fun, but flirting with Sal Fisher is the most fun of all.

Beetlejuice The Musical (Beetlejuice/Reader)

The Convention Fic: You were a mod for one of the biggest YouTube gamer, Beetlejuice. Now you’re finally going to meet him in person. Shitpost AU got Wild (Discontinued)

Snapchat: You’re on vacation and to your surprise, your favorite demon sends you a friend request on SnapChat. 18+

Haunt Me: Possession, haunting, rough sex, consensual scene, respecting safe-words, after care. 18+

The Conglomerate (Demon OCs x Reader)

The Ciarog Cockwarming Fic: Exactly what you expect. 18+

**Dividers by @strangergraphics

#nacht fic #masterlist #nacht post #nacht face #nacht ask #nacht poll #coming soon to vhs

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eyecan02 · 1 month ago

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How I Imagine the Tableread for Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Went

Winona: -raises her hand cutely- Question?

Tim: What's up, Winona?

Winona: I want to know why a sex scene was included for Beetlejuice and Delores but somehow there's no kiss between Beetlejuice and Lydia?

Tim: Well, it's kind of a metaphor like he got "fucked" then got "fucked over". There's just an irony to that that I liked. Plus the way its gonna be filmed is going to be funny. So that's one scene that should be fun to film.

Winona: I found these very detailed notes from the Intimacy Coordinator for the Beetlejuice and Delores sex scene that I would like to discuss with you.

Tim: How'd you get those?

Winona: Not important. Hmm...let's see. Her notes give instructions for them to be rolling around a lot in a deep embrace with their crotches lined up and her knee is high up. She throws Beetlejuice around. Arms and legs flying everywhere. -gives Tim deadpan look- Again why is a Beetlejuice sex scene necessary but no kiss with Lydia?

Tim: There's no scene where a kiss between them would really fit.

Winona: I can literally name at least three different scenes we can squeeze a kiss into. Therapy scene, contract scene and of course the wedding scene. By the way, have you thought about my pitch?

Tim: -deadpans- You mean that same pitch you've slipped under my door, my windshield, my shower and on my refrigerator magnet everyday since we started production? Beetlejuice and Lydia getting married for real. THAT pitch?

Winona: -beams at him- Oh, you noticed! Good! So you agree they should get married!

Tim: Winona, I tried my best but I couldn't convince Warner Bros to go for it. But I tell you what. I'll pick a really long song for the wedding scene so you can fangirl longer while you're dance floating with Michael.

Winona: :/ But I want them to end up together...

Tim: Well umm...I can also throw in a scene of Beetlejuice singing "Right Here Waiting" by Richard Marx to Lydia?

Winona: :/ Sounds OK I guess.

Tim: Alright. I'll let you keep the wedding topper too.

Winona: -sighs in beetlebabes-

Tim: OK, Winona. We can't let them kiss or get married but since you're one of my oldest and dearest friends, I'll let you pick the final ending scene.

Winona: Really? OK, then I want Beetlejuice in bed with Lydia. Context doesn't matter. Just make it happen.

Tim: Anything for you, Win Win.

#beetlebabes #beetlejuice x lydia #beetlelyds #beetlejuice and lydia

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madam-o · 3 months ago

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I have many thoughts after seeing Beetlejuice Beetlejuice. I don't want to get too deep into spoiler territory yet, but I can say that this one is not going to be for everyone. The original Beetlejuice film was popular but still pretty weird, and the sequel is made specifically for devoted fans of that movie and the animated series. In fact, the sequel is far stranger and much more zany than the original. It's somehow grotesque, silly, disgusting, dark, obscene, light-hearted, and heartwarming all at the same time. Only Tim Burton can make a family horror film with bodily fluids, sex, and swearing work this well.

I'm seeing a lot of early review videos with thumbnails of male reviewers wearing the 🤨 face. I'm not at all surprised by this, and I'll tell you why: Tim Burton made this one strictly for the girls, the gays, and himself. Tim is Lydia and Lydia is Tim. They're both quiet, subdued types who manage to be the center of attention for being "weird" to people who are far weirder than they could ever be. This movie is wild, high-energy, campy, and all about the Deetz women and their problems with life and romance.

Like Burton's best, early films, this movie shows a lot of love for the female figures in our lives. I've been watching a lot of horror films this year and thinking about how much we overlook and under-appreciate our scream queens and genre actresses. We go to see movies like Longlegs, Alien: Romulus, and Beetlejuice Beetlejuice and lay a lot of praise on scene-stealers like Nic Cage, Michael Keaton, and the special effects guys who make the xenomorphs work, but the real backbone of these movies are women like Maika Monroe, Cailee Spaeny, Winona Ryder, Jenna Ortega, and Catherine O'Hara putting their hearts into their roles.

I'll post some more in-depth thoughts later. I'm gonna let it marinate a bit. But I'm glad that Tim made this one. It's a real love letter to Lydia and BJ and all they did for his career.

#beetlejuice beetlejuice #beetlejuice #lydia deetz #catherine o'hara #winona ryder #astrid deetz #delia deetz

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leeeeeeeeech · 9 months ago

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Been thinking about eldritch Beej a lot, and I'm in the process of polishing up my ao3 fic, but I just had to get a scene out of my head so enjoy :3

Fem! reader

Well, this was not how you anticipated your night going. The date started off well enough. The guy was cute, handsome even. He said all the right things, he was interesting, he was the perfect guy to take home to the folks….

But he wasn't Beetlejuice.

That was the issue. The kerfuffle if you will. The whole date, I couldn't stop thinking of that damn pervert. Imagining how he would react to what I said. Probably some fumbled sex joke instead of the polite cough I received in its stead. Polite, and superficial. Like a business meeting. Transactional intimacy at its finest. I got a goodnight kiss at least. But, all I could think about was what was missing. The lack of scratchy stubble, the smell of dirt, the grabby hands...

"No dice?" Beetlejuice had asked me. He had told me that guy seemed like a loser, not worth my time, yadda yadda. I remember rolling my eyes and muttering something about keeping his dirty shoes off my couch before storming off to my room. I could still feel the fiery white hot sensation in my chest as his echoing laugh followed me down the hall.

At first, I mistook it for annoyance. Beetlejuice always had something to say about my dating life. Nobody was good enough. I knew he just didn't like the idea of me giving my attention to someone else. He had to get over himself at some point!

Now, I'm in my bed, fucking myself with my fingers. Apparently the line between anger and horniness has dwindled significantly.

Go figure.

"Hmnn." I bit my lip, trying to keep myself quiet. It's been a while since I've masturbated, my pussy tingling deliciously as I furiously rubbed at it, growing impatient. All I wanted was to cum and go to sleep. I just wanted to forget my stupid feelings for the night. I could sort them out tomorrow.

A low growl reverberated throughout the room, making me freeze in place. A green glow filled the space, illuminating my room in a otherworldly light. The air seemed taught, like a string about to snap. My eyes darted around just as a low whine stretched itself from the doorway to me. Beetlejuice stood there, with an expression I didn't quite recognize.

I snapped out of whatever spell I was under, and covered myself with my blanket. He laughed, taking a step closer towards the bed.

"Little late for that toots."

He breathed in deep, his nostrils flaring. He closed his eyes, and that low rumble filled the room once again. Like thunder.

"Get out. I don't want you here." Another step towards the bed. His eyes shone in the dark, there glow held a primal power that made my insides throb with fear, or maybe desire. Hell, it was probably a little of both.

"We both know that one's a lie, Y/n~" He smirked, tugging on the blanket. I tightened my grip on it.

"N-No. I want you out." Wow, even I didn't believe myself. He chuckled, tearing the blanket away with ease. I snapped my legs together as the cold air hit my exposed sex.

"Don't be shy now, babes. I know you were thinking about me." He drawls. My face heats up at the declaration. He doesn't say anything regarding it, but I don't miss his shit eating grin.

" I can smell how wet ya are around me ya know," His eyes rake over me, and I feel like I'm burning underneath his gaze.

"I know you like it when I feel ya up." A set of hands appeared by my chest, giving my breasts a playful squeeze. I gasp, but there gone before I can do much else.

"It's been torture to hear ya practically scream for me in yer sleep." I can't get much more red at this point. This is humiliating, being emotionally eviscerated like this. I feel that familiar throb once again, like my ovaries are pounding at the door to the outside, begging for him.

"Whatever yer fantasizing, I can do sooo much better~" He winked, giving a small chuckle.

"Wha- why...?" My words caught in my throat as I felt something slimy wrap itself around my ankle. I look down and gasp as a tentacle waves at me before stretching itself towards my thigh, pulling my leg outward. My breath hitches, and I try to fight it.

"Never been one fer slowburns. Gets boring. I like a lotta action." Beetlejuice chuckled. Another tentacle appeared from behind him, diving straight for my other thigh, practically wrenching my leg open. I panted from the overexertion, and watched helplessly as Beetlejuice leaned forward, his arms boxing me in as he looked me up and down once again before meeting my eyes.

"You want me to stop, you know the words." All I do is nod, giving in to him. He smiled that signature toothy grin, before sliding down my torso. He gives a small bite to the inside of my thigh, making my breath shudder. He chuckled again.

"Don't worry, Y/n, I'll take very good care of you~" His tongue snaked its way out of his mouth, and made it's way towards my dripping sex.

#a lil sneak peek of what's to come over on ao3! :3 #this drabble turned out a lot longer than I thought it would #oops #beej thoughts #it gets a lot more monstrous don't worry #don't wanna give away too much lol #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice smut #beetlejuice x y/n #my writing

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rtfics · 3 months ago

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BEETLEJUICE SEX SCENE! (spoiler).

Such as it is. It's hilarious! I love it!

Jeez, Burton is releasing so many clips he (may have) given half the story away. I'm just crossing my fingers that none of these are deleted from the final film, the way so many good trailer clips were cut from Dumbo!

Of course, we won't know the ending until the 6th! Unless someone at the Venice festival leaks it . . . . .

#Beetlejuice #Beetlejuice Beetlejuice #Beetlejuice 2 #Beetlejuice spoilers #Dolores #Tim Burton #Beetlejuice the grave robber

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prismatica-the-strange · 2 months ago

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Graveyard Flowers | Aren't You Lucky You're a Bleeder?

Warnings: 18+, gore, murder, needles, sexual acts and innuendo. Seriously. This isn't smut but Beej is a total horndog that doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself.

A few scenes from before Beetlejuice and Lillian's early relationship, how they were reunited after her death, and what they did after.

Bleeders by Black Veil Brides

It's mid afternoon by the time Lilly stumbles out of her room, having been kept up all night by their new "roomie" and his shenanigans with Pete.

She shuffles into the common room, coffee in hand, but as she goes to sit on the couch, something odd appears beneath her.

"Well, good mornin' to you too, sweet cheeks," His voice is muffled by her ass and thighs and she jumps to her feet with a startled squeak.

"You moss-covered freak!" She shrieks.

Beetlejuice just cackles, his feet hanging over the back of the couch when he sits upside down.

"Aw, come on sugar," He pouts, popping up behind her and wrapping his arms around her stomach, "Don't be like that."

"Get off me!"

He suddenly lets go when she tries to shove his arms away and her coffee splashes all over her.

His eyes go wide.

"My bad," he yanks at the front of her shirt and it tears off without resistance, leaving her thankful she decided to put on a bra already. Still, his eyes cartoonishly pop out of his head, "Now don't that just make your pants tight?"

"Beetlejuice!"

"Oh sweetheart," He falls on his knees and presses his face right up against her crotch, muffling his voice again, "You have no idea what you do to me when you scream my name."

She stumbles back when he clings to her and starts humping her leg like a dog.

As annoyed as she is, she can't stop herself from giggling at his antics.

The sound of her laugh throws him off and he falls on the floor, it wasn't a reaction he was really expecting.

She jumps when he appears behind her again, studying her face in confusion.

"You're laughing," He points out and her brow furrows.

"Yeah?"

He mumbles something along the lines of 'that was unexpected' before he coughs and reappears back on the couch and she realizes she's now dry and wearing a clean shirt.

"'S no fun when they don't fight back..."

She rolls her eyes and he watches her walk back toward the kitchen to get another coffee.

"No," She snaps, "No! I am not watching the Exorcist again, Beej."

"Oh come on!"

"No! Wh-hey!" She gasps when he shoves her down on the couch, pinning her hip with his hands, "What are you doing?"

Two more hands appear out of nowhere and cup her breasts. Her eyes go wide and she slaps him, making him grin. A third set of hands pin her wrists as he grins down at her.

"Now don't act like you don't do love it, sweetheart," He growls before he licks the shell of her ear with his snake-like tongue.

"Get the hell off me, sleazebag," She hisses, but when he pulls back she's got an amused smile.

"Damn Rosie," He whines, gripping her wrists tighter, "You're a little perve, ain't ya?"

"If you only knew," She teases, craning her neck up to nip at him, "Off."

He grumbles to himself but does as she says, huffing when she snatches the remote away when he moves to grab it.

"I said I'm not watching The Exorcist again."

Damn fleshy... doesn't wanna have sex... won't let him watch his favorite movie... and now she's- oh fuck.

They only just started The Ring 2 when she sits down next to him, snuggling into his shoulder.

As the movie goes on her head finds its way to his lap. His whole body tenses when she nuzzles into his hip.

"Fuck Rosie, what're you doin to me?"

She finishes touching up her make up, about to go out and thank her uncle for letting her spend the Halloween weekend with him and his family.

Her vampire hunter costume looks amazing and she can't wait to show it off at the block party in town, but she doesn't get the chance before it all comes to an end.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

He ducks around a corner, checking behind him to make sure his soul-suckerof an ex wife isn't nearby.

He just has to get to deep lock-up. There's that newbie that got shut down for killin a bunch of breathers.

Who better to protect him than some cold, hard, killer?

He weasels his way into the warded cell, making sure to prop the door open behind him so they can get out.

When he turns back around he freezes in place.

Laying there, hands clasped, and eyes closed peacefully, is Lillian.

"Well that can't be right," Maybe she's a relative?

But no, the plate on the slab is engraved with her name and the words "Do Not Wake" in big letters.

An ethereal mist collects above her, images swirling to life in front of him.

Images of her getting ready for some kind of event and when she steps into the next room a man grabs her and drags her to some kind of sigil on the ground.

There are more people around them now.

She sees the razor in his hand and begs him to stop. He drags her back when she tries to run and she screams.

"Beetlej-" His hand covers her mouth and wrenches her head back, blood pouring from the deep cut he carves through her throat.

The seen fades to black and cuts to a young woman looking in a vanity mirror, brushing her hair. She jerks like someone scared her and starts clawing at something invisible covering her mouth. A cut forms on her neck, thick blood coating her frilly top.

In the mirror to bright blue eyes glare into what used to be his soul.

They're in the back seat of a truck and she sits the throat of the driver, a young man, and he catches the same eyes in the rear view as the vehicle crashes.

Then they're on a balcony in France next to a middle aged woman who looks frazzled and like she's been crying.

She suddenly looks horrified and wraps her hands around her throat, blood dripping through her fingers. They turn, the same eyes in the balcony door. One left.

Then nothing.

That's when she was caught. Not only had she left the confines of her house, but she killed three fleshies and broke out of lock up twice, all within a few months.

He scowls to himself. Not that he'd ever admit it to anyone, not even Bob, but he'd grown rather... fond of this breather. Watching her die like that burns him up inside and if he'd know it were her, he'd have broken her out weeks ago.

"Not surprised you went vengeful, kid," He mutters, looking for a way to wake her up.

After coming up short he gets an idea. She kinda looks like Sleeping beauty or that snow white chick laying there like that, so he takes her face in his hands and plants one on her.

Her eyes flutter open and it takes her a second to realize what's happening, but when she does, she decks him.

"Yeeow! Head rush!" He shakes his head and looks down at her, "You haven't changed much."

"B..." She feels like she can't get air through her vocal cords. She sits up and tentatively touched her throat, hand recoiling at the feel of exposed muscles.

"Yeah, you're probably not gonna get much out with that gash. We should probably think about getting that patched up."

She looks like she wants to ask him a million things but he doesn't have time for charades.

"Look, I know you got questions, but first I need you to help me, yeah?" He only gets an unimpressed look, "Knew I could count on you Rosie! Now just keep my ex wife from killing me long enough to get married and I'll do whatever you want, deal?"

She doesn't have much choice in the matter so she just nods.

"That's my girl."

He grabs her hand, pulls her out into the hall, and they run down various hallways until they all but crash into two cops.

When they make a move to grab the two convicts, Beetlejuice steps forward like he's about to talk them down, but he freezes when Lil's eyes flash bright blue.

She's panicking, she won't let them put her back in that unconscious he'll.

The air around her goes cold and her hair starts to float.

Metal from the piping tears through the wall and collects in her hand, melting and reforming into a straight razor. Blood starts to trickle and pour from the wound in her throat, collecting in a swirling pool at her feet.

"Ah shit," He turns back to the cops, "I'd hightail it if I were you, this is about to get messy."

Before they even get the chance the blood lashes out, spreading across their bodies, and hardening like a shell.

She strides past them, waving him to follow, and he hurries after her, speeding up when he hears muffled shouting from inside the red blobs.

She's going to kill him.

He's caught the glare she's giving him a few times. It's his own fault, he should know better than to make her dance in his little dream sequence.

He fucks up again when Jackson and the rest crash the wedding.

Ro goes into another panic, even after he freezes them, and instead of letting her coat the place in gore and cause a scene, he freezes her too.

Then old Delores shows up and thankfully those Deetz's are quick to summon a sandworm, so at least that problem gets solved.

He scrambles for a new idea when his contract goes poof, and when Lydia tries to banish him he unfreezes her.

He's surprised that actually works and she steps between them and shakes her hands to get her to stop.

"Who even is this?"

"This is Rosie," Beej wraps his arm around her shoulders, "She kind of an old flame of mine, but that's all over, no need to be jealous babe- ugh!"

Ro elbows him in the gut and covers the gash in her throat with her hand.

"I need him," She rasps, "He owes me."babies?

Before Lydia can respond a blood seeps from Ro's wound, swirling around both her and the demon in a glistening vortex and when it dies down, the two of them are in the morgue of a hospital.

That's how they find themselves in this position, with her laying on a metal table with him above her, trying to sew up the neck.

It's strangely intimate, with his fingers somewhat gentle on her skin despite the sting of the needle being pulled through her skin.

"Hm," He pulls back and gives her a lopsided grin, "Not bad if I do say so myself."

He pulls a mirror out of his sleeve to show her as she sits up.

"So... what'd'ya think?"

"Really?" She looks up at him unamused. The sutures across her throat spelling out his name.

"I thought I did a good job."

"Well, at least you didn't butcher me," She swings her legs over the side of the table, tugging him over by his tie and kissing his cheek, "Thanks B."

He'd blush if he could and shrugs, "No biggie."

He coughs awkwardly at her cheeky smile.

"Anyways, what exactly do I owe you for playing bodyguard?"

Her expression gets dire and her eyes flicker slightly, "I need you to get me close to my uncle. They made it so I can't get near him on my own."

"Your uncle?" His brow furrows in seriousness, mock or real she's not sure, "He the one that off'd ya?"

She glares at him and points to her stitches, "He did this while my aunt and cousins watched... now he's the only one left."

"This one of those saving the most responsible for last to freak 'em out type things?"

Her lips quirk into a small yet sinister smirk, "I take it you approve?"

He holds out his arm to her, "What're we waiting for?"

They're suddenly standing outside an all night a dive bar out in the middle of no where.

It's pouring out, rain soaking through their clothes.

"Here we are."

"He's in there," She breathes, "I can feel his fucking heart beating."

He opens the door and motions her to go in, "After you, sweetcheeks."

As soon as she steps inside she sees him. He's sitting at the bar hand shaking as he tries to down his drink.

"Found you..." Her voice echoes softly around him in a sing-song manner and he slams his glass down.

Wind whips around the near empty bar and his stool spins around to face her.

Her head cocks slightly to the side as he fumble with a gun. She chuckles when he fires half a clip into her chest.

"Nice try," Blood begins to weep from between her stitches, puddling on the floor. The puddle trickles toward him and dripping up, and wrapping around his feet. She flickers and reappears in front of him, "But you only get to kill me once."

Beetlejuice watches with wide, intrigued eyes as she flashes behind the man, shoves him down on his knees, yanks him back by the hair, and slits his throat. She does it slowly. Deep and painful.

She grins darkly when he falls forward, standing over him while he chokes on his own blood.

"Holy shit..." He has to readjust his pants at the sight.

Once she's sure he's really dead, she looks up at him, and he jumps slightly when she's suddenly just a few inches from him.

"Thank you," She says softly.

That catches him off guard, "Y-yeah."

"So now what?"

Now what, indeed. She can't exactly go back to the Netherworld, not after killing another fleshie. Unless...

"Sign this," He conjures a contract and shoves it in her face.

"What is this?"

"It's your standard work agreement," He hurriedly explains, "It basically keeps you from being taken into custody for acts done under my employment."

She eyes him warily before glancing over it and she pauses, a small smile creeping onto her face.

"What?"

"You like me."

He chokes on his own snarky remark, "I- that's- Lyd's an I are just goin through a rough patch, you're just my side piece, but I'd hate to see a rack like that get locked up again."

"Yeah, whatever," She smirks, dipping the quil from his other hand in the blood from her wound and signing the paper, "I can't wait to report your ass to HR."

#beetlejuice x oc #Beetlejuice x s/i #prisma self ships #Graveyard flowers #beetlejuice 2 spoilers #self ship story #prisma writes

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geffenrecords · 6 months ago

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update on my physical media collection (not including books / records ). list of everything shown in the pictures below the cut ⬇️

DVDS:

IT (1990)

it / it chapter two

ready or not

beetlejuice

glee season 1 (sorry)

glee season 2 (SORRY)

jaws

the secret of nimh

jurassic park, the lost world, jurassic park 3

the breakfast club / sixteen candles / weird science (John Hughes collection)

bill & Ted's excellent adventure / bogus journey

flatliners

the lost boys

diary of a wimpy kid

Grey's anatomy season 1 (SORRRYYY)

aliens

alien resurrection

TMNT (honestly idk why I still have this)

the outsiders

trainspotting

over the edge (matt dillon first movie)

Donnie darko

venom

Jennifer's body

jackass number 2

twilight

the karate kid

the princess diaries

fight club

star wars phantom menace, attack of the clones, and revenge of the sith

Narnia the lion the witch and the wardobe

the osbournes season 1

little miss sunshine

spiderman 1, 2, and 3

the amazing spiderman

elephant

Kung fu panda

the passion of the christ

pay it forward

original star wars trilogy

the polar express

a clockwork orange

heathers

life as a house

surfs up

scream

bowling for columbine

hackers

natural born killers

terminator 2

mysterious skin

moonrise kingdom

American idiot Greenday documentary

that was then, this is now

jackass the movie

suicide kings

the matrix

the Goldfinch

the day after tomorrow

speak

stand by me

kids

rumble fish

CDS;

the black parade (mcr)

danger days (mcr)

American idiot (green day)

21st century breakdown (green day)

in love and death (the used)

may death never stop you (mcr)

baby one more time (britney spears)

life on the murder scene dvd / cds

nevermind (nirvana)

dookie (green day)

nimrod (green day)

uno, dos, tre (green day)

nirvana greatest hits

blue weezer

selfish machines (pierce the veil)

collide with the sky (pierce the veil)

three cheers for sweet revenge (mcr)

from under the cork tree (fall out boy)

teens of denial (car seat headrest)

in utero (nirvana)

licensed to ill (beastie boys)

lost and found (mudvayne)

what it is to burn (finch)

slipknot

no strings attached (nsync)

infinity on high (fall out boy)

fallen (evanescence)

green weezer

mellon collie and the infinite sadness (smashing pumpkins)

Tallahassee (the mountian goats)

bleach (nirvana)

in the areoplane over the sea (neutral milk hotel)

the downward spiral (nin)

facelift (alice in chains)

placebo

smash (offspring)

dirt (alice in chains)

peace sells but whos buying ? (megadeth)

garage days (metallica)

folie a deux (fall out boy)

devil put dinosaurs here (alice in chains)

spit (kittie)

alice in chains

incesticide (nirvana)

hot fuss (the killers)

load (metallica)

american beauty / american psycho (fall out boy)

among the living (anthrax)

oops i did it agian (britney spears)

viva la cobra (cobra starship)

almost here (the academy is...)

kill em all (metallica)

and justice for all (metallica)

lets knife (shonen knife)

lithium single (nirvana)

ride the lightning (metallica)

homemade bullets cd my dad made for me for christmas using scans he found online :)

nirvana unplugged

killings my business (megadeth)

enema of the state (blink182)

take off your pants and jacket (blink182)

pretty hate machine (nin)

screaming for vengeance (judas priest)

fabulous disaster (exodus)

let go (avril lavigne)

hidden treasures (megadeth)

dude ranch (blink182)

there be squabbles ahead (stolen babies)

master of puppets (metallica)

the black album (metallica)

twilight soundtrack

neighborhoods (blink182)

south of heaven (slayer)

blink-182

angst (kmfdm)

adios (kmfdm)

nevermind the bollocks, heres the sex pistols (sex pistols)

hybrid theory (linkin park)

the lion and the cobra (sinead o connor)

seasons in the abyss (slayer)

reign in blood (slayer)

meteroa (linkin park)

anything is (my bloody valentine)

CASSETTE TAPES:

pearl harbor attack story

music from hungary

so far so good so what (megadeth)

the four seasons (vivaldi)

concerti (vivaldi)

hangin' tough (new kids on the block)

tchaikovsky / liszt paino concertos

bach flute sonata

mozart symphonies

cats musical

days of future passed (the moody blues)

60s surf hits

doomsday for the deciever (flotsam and jetsam)

st elmos fire soundtrack

phantom of the opera highlights

defenders of the faith (judas priest)

VHS:

a year and a half in the life of metallica (original 80s tape from my dad!)

cliff em all (also original 80s tape from my dad )

walking with dinosaurs bbc

dead poets society

the lost boys

flatliners

family values 1998 tour (korn, limp bizkit, ice cube, rammstien, orgy)

attack of the clones

aliens

the terminator

hackers

not pictured are my books (way too many and way too unorganized to actually take pictures of), and my records. im not big into record collecting but i do have;

life on the murder scene soundtrack

three cheers for sweet revenge

the black parade is dead!

kill em all

master of puppets

#zyz #i like .music. and movies :)

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