#beetlejuice x miss argentina

[wizisbored]

probably because im in the lake district which is the sort of area the dragon au takes place in but god i am having SO many dragon thoughts rn

#anyway i remembered beetlejuice x miss argentina is a thing and in the specific context of this au that is like #an objectively funny ship

[wysteria-bloom]

Hazbin Hotel but the reader is an overlord that's like Miss Argentina

Genre : Songfic

Warnings : Val. Allusions to suicide. Self harm.

A/n : yeah bro idek I thought this was a cool idea if this post flops I don't give a shit I love miss argentina and her song is the best out of the whole Beetlejuice soundtrack and I will fucking die on that hill. This is Alastor x reader focused btw.

"I was hot!" The woman exclaimed, leaning against the bar stool seductively, grinning toothily at Charlie," Went to parties a lot, yknow?" She raised her eyebrows suggestively, mimicking snorting cocaine across her forearm.

Charlie smiled nervously at the woman as she watched her spin away from the bar towards Husker gracefully," I was driving lamborghinis sippin' super dry martinis in the tiniest bikinis on a yacht," Her smile dropped and she pretended to be a damsel in distress, leaning backwards as Husk caught her in his arms with a bored expression," but I was depressed~..."

She pet Husk on the cheek good-naturedly and spun out of his arms," Oh so completely obsessed... an unhappy beauty queen who dreamed to be Miss Argentina," She gave Charlie a wink, flipping her hair before she gave her a sincere look," I had such low self-esteem, I was a mess!"

Charlie frowned in sympathy before she was pulled into a side hug very suddenly, face pressed against... a generously gifted... cleavage. Her cheeks exploded a bright colour of red and she could've sworn she heard Vaggie growl.

"So I gave it all up for the netherworld, I've been here forever, girl." She gave Charlie a wink and a ruffle of her hair," If I was more clever, girl - I would've stuck it out. Knowing what life's about."

She spun Charlie around, putting on a dramatic performance as she clutched a hand to her chest," Pain and joy and suffering," She wiped away a fake tear," Failing but recovering. I'll tell you another thing," She gestured to Charlie's ragtag group of sinners who were watching the performance with interest and amusement," Everyone here is alone!" Their faces dropped.

She cupped Charlie's face gently, grinning wryly," so if you are breathing, go home!"

She took Charlie's hands in her own, swaying her hips from side to side, engaging in a tango," If I knew then, what I know now~!" She twirled Charlie around with a joyous laugh, the princess couldn't help but laugh along with her, the woman's energy completely infectious," I would have looked within and let love in somehow~!"

She pulled Charlie back towards her, her movements sharp and jumpy," If I only knew, the truth back then," she pressed a kiss to Charlie's hand and let go, showing her wrists to Charlie with a cheeky little smile on her lips, two blatant scars across her wrists indicated to Charlie what exactly happened to (name)," I wouldn't have had my 'little accident'~"

She swayed around, ignoring the pitying look the princess sent her way," Don't be blind," She stopped in front of the painting of Charlie and her parents, gesturing to it with a disapproving frown on her painted lips," You left your whole life behind!" She then counted with her fingers as she began to list," see a shrink, call a priest, ask the recently deceased!" She pointed at Vaggie who ruffled at her uncomfortably.

She then began to push Charlie gently towards the front door of the hotel, giving Alastor an inviting grin," Death is final and you cannot press rewind~!" She cheered out with a wide grin to her voice.

The Radio Demon simply closed his eyes with a simple little smile on his lips, striding over to the woman and holding his arm out to her in a gentlemanly fashion, which made her laugh and link her arm with his.

As they walked around the town, demons chimed in to (name)'s song, following her with stars in their eyes and wide grins.

"Don't jump when the light is red!"

"Toasters should be used for bread."

"Never smoke cigars in bed..."

"Nietzsche was right, y'know, to live is to suffer, bro!"

"Don't cheat on the one you wed!!"

"Never whip a thoroughbred."

"Angry pygmys shrunk his head!"

(name) gave Charlie a gentle pat to the head with a little frown on her lips as the demons harmonised with her," Why did it take death to see that happiness was up to me?"

The woman broke from Alastor and Charlie, arms gestured out widely as if she was offering a hug to the whole of hell. She wish she could.

"If I knew then, what I know nowww~!" She spun around in a circle as demons danced around her with wide grins stretched across their faces, her energy affecting them as well," I would've laughed and danced and lanced every sacred cow!"

She turned to Alastor and Charlie, bright eyes shining at them as she waved her hands at them to follow along with her and let loose," I thought I knew, but I was wrong~!"

Alastor's grin stretched as he placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder, gesturing a hand to (name) as the two of them sang to her," 'cause life is short, but death is super long!"

Suddenly, a demon with a bomb-shaped head poked his head around (name), a mischievous little grin on his face," I exploded!" And his head did just that. But instead of brains, confetti flew around the whole of street.

It looked like a festival was happening... and with (name) it might as well have been a festival.

Demon danced and frolicked around as they cheered and chirped out, dancing in the square like no tomorrow.

Angel Dust grinned at Husk toothily and offered the cat a hand to dance which he scoffed and rolled his eyes at but took his hand anyways, a grin ghosting onto his lips.

Sir Pentious was crouched down a little as he took Niffty's little hands into his and they flailed their arms happily in an uncoordinated dance. His eggs marching around them with stupid smiles.

Vaggie offered a hand to Charlie with a shy little smile on her lips. The princess' previous grievances were forgotten as she let the happiest smile spread across her lips, pulling Vaggie close to her to begin dancing.

Alastor made his way into the middle as (name) held her hand out to him. His large claws wrapped around hers, one of his hands settled on her waist as he sang along with her.

"If I knew then, what I know now~! " She gave him a bright smile, the two of them dancing in complete sync. (name) didn't know Alastor could tango so well, that was for sure," I would've crossed every line and drank all the wine before my final bow!" At this line, Alastor dipped her, making her squeal in delight.

"If I knew, the things that now I know~!" The two of them focused on eachother's feet as they tapped and moved along to the music sharply, the demons all gaming over singing from here.

"I would ride the highs and cherish the lows! Going, it's a quick trick 'round the rodeo!"

(Name)'s arm wrapped around Alastor's neck as he lifted her up bridal style, spinning her around joyously. The woman had an arm thrown out as she sang her heart out," So before they lower the curtain, be certain to enjoy the show! That's what I knoooow~!"

He let her down as she danced herself and then gave Charlie a supportive smile," life is short but death is long," she took her hand and trailed her through the crowd to the middle of the square, standing on the stairways of the hotel," here, one minute then it's gone."

Charlie joined in the song happily," thought I knew but I was wrong," the two then harmonised," If only I knew what I know now~!!"

- 👠 -

Vox's eye twitched as he watched the screen, just about ready to explode. Vox had it frozen on the frame of (name) in Alastor's arms as they sang together with knowing smiles on their lips.

Val hummed, tapping the screen with a claw," her tits are huge, huh?"

That made the TV-man snap as he glitched out from pure adultered rage, throwing his "Fuck Alastor" mug at Val.

#alastor x y/n #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x you #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #songfic #i love miss argentina with my whole heart #Spotify

[i-really-like-phrogs]

Hi, Phrog!! I love your art so much, thank you for opening up your asks!!

Could I request a Beetlejuice x Miss Argentina fluff drawing? Thank you, have a great day/night! <3

You absolutely may!!! Sorry it’s been so long in the making, here’s a lil pixelley doodle I came up with:

#Beetletina #miss argentina #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice #my art #ask #I think of them like Roger and Jessica Rabbit… or a reverse 50’s couple (except healthier) #My man Lawrence deserves to be a loving Malewife 😤 And you just KNOW Tina’s a breadwinner #You might notice that the resolution is practically pixel art…. #and Yes- it is. #I feel so much freer drawing in low resolution- it allows me to draw with a lot less pressure #I’m quite new to ship art… So something like this is a perfect way to practice #Thank you for your ask! As well as all the support you’ve given me. You’re epic! :)

[adorecline]

if you do a halloween chapter to any of your Kar/Jenner stories I have some costume suggestions!!

Alexa x R: Different lady gaga’s! R is the telephone lady gaga (yk the police tape one) + Morticia and Gomez Addams

Vanessa x Reader: different Britney Spears looks! or high school musical characters💀😭 (as a joke one for ig)

Kaia x Reader: Ruby (her ahs character) and rubberwoman (reader ofc)

Other ideas: Winter soldier and Black Widow (marvel comics), Chucky and Tiff, Kate Bishop and America Chavez (marvel comics), Vi and Riri William (marvel comics) s, Nicky and Laurna (oitnb) or Alex and Piper, Ghostface and Sydney, Sally and Jack (nightmare before christmas), spiderman and Gwen-in her suit- or Spiderman and MJ-in her suit-(marvel comics), Black Widow and Maria Hill (marvel conimbricense universe) -they ship them hard-, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy (DCEU), Hormone monsters (Big mouth) -thought this would be hilarious-, Catra and Adora (she-ra)

Ok I'm super excited for this!

As we know, Vanessa is the absolute queen of Halloween!! So Vanessa and Kadence go ALL OUT! As soon as it's October these two have new costumes every week.

Some Costumes I can see Vanessa and Kadence in:

Miss Argentina ( Vanessa ) & Genderbent!Beetlejuice ( Kadence )

Sally ( Vanessa ) & Jack ( Kadence )

Morticia Addams ( Vanessa ) & Genderbent!Gomez Addams ( Kadence ) THEY WOULD KILL THIS!! VANESSA AS MORTICIA WOULD BE INSANE!

And their HSM characters of course!! Cuz their characters had so much chemistry but the writers were too scared to make it happen 🙄

Moving onto Kaia and Kennedy OF COURSE THEY ARE GONNA BE RUBY AND RUBBERWOMAN!!

Kaia will of course be Ruby and Kennedy will be Scarlett in the rubberwoman suit!

Also idk why but i'm imaging as Kaia and Kennedy in Spider-Gwen and MJ (in her suit) and they would absolutely kill that!!

For Alexa and Karson I can see them going as Poison Ivy ( Alexa ) & Harley Quinn ( Karson ) OR OR OR!!! THESE TWOOOO! ( grim and malaria. i think that's their names if it's not- 🫡 )

Finally Olivia and Kamryn! You guys.... DAPHNE ( olivia ) AND VELMA ( kamryn ) THEY WOULD BE SO CUTE! THIS IS THE ONLY ANSWER IM ACCEPTING!

#celebrities #widowswrld #olivia dejonge #x reader #vanessa hudgens #alexa demie #kaia gerber #karjenner blurbs #karjenners #kardashian!reader #kardashians #jenners

[clairjohnson]

Thank you so much for all the BeetleTina content, I just wrote a fanfic of them (via my alt blog, goobthegoober) and I had no idea others shipped them

You’re very welcome!! It’s a RarePair for sure, but it’s one of my favs right now. I read your fic and loved it! You kept them both very in character. The group therapy scene BJ and Miss Argentina have together in the Warren sequel script is what got me interested in them as well.

#beetlejuice #keatlejuice #miss argentina #BeetleTina #beetlejuice x miss Argentina #rarepair

[goobthegoober]

i really love beetletina as coworkers in the office

#beetletina #beetlejuice #beetlejuice x miss argentina #miss argentina

[hoodoo12]

Elegy (4/6)

These two’ll be the death of me, @clairjohnson . . . Home again, home again, jiggity jig, even if that home is a tomb. Despite drunkenness, something unexpected occurs.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

@turtlepated @thewolfisapartofmysoul @beejiesbitch @janitor-boy @angelicspaceprince @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice `

If she hadn’t been so focused on keeping him upright his words would have knocked her down. Maria had heard this man flirt a hundred times over, but nothing ever so flattering and eloquent. The most beautiful. Her stomach twisted at the compliment. Both unbelievably flattered and heartbroken all at once. Had he always thought this? Or had he really just gone overboard with the drinks tonight? 

She was about to respond, to express how completely touched she was by his words, when he started to talk again. Beej’s announcement of their arrival, and subsequent stumble, snapped her out of her thoughts. When had they gotten here? She hadn’t even realized they’d gone through a door. 

Didn’t matter. The Netherworld was a strange place, Betelgeuse was strange, it was easier just to accept things as they were. What was harder to accept, however, was his home. It was practically barren, save for a bed, table, and wooden chair. The only light in the room came from a few scattered candles that revealed debris strewn across his old wooden floor.

It looked like a crypt. It might be a crypt. 

“This is where you stay?” she asked, unable to hide the shock in her voice. Her place was hardly a palace, but it was clean. Bright. She couldn’t imagine ever spending a night here. Let alone however many hundreds of years he’d been dead. The mere concept made her chest tighten in pity. 

“Let’s get you over to the bed . . .”

"Gives me incentive to get top side," he muttered half under his breath at her blurted question. "Who cares anyway? I close my eyes and it's gone. I don't see it. No one else does either." 

She hadn't taken her arm from around his waist. With her continued assistance, he shuffled over towards his bed. The distance wasn't far, but as if to help bolster the fact his place was more fleabag hotel than the Ritz-Carlton, his foot caught a stack of Handbooks for the Recently Deceased--how did those get there? It couldn't be that he'd stolen them from recently deceased in order to con them--

--and he stumbled. The four walls around them did a looping dance. Automatically his grip over her shoulders tightened even as his other hand went for the rusty iron foot rail on his bed. He managed to remain upright, but had jerked her along with him. 

As he recaught his balance, the room settled back into place. 

She'd been close while walking with him, but there'd still been a detachment. He'd managed to scatter that with his ham-fisted, foolish misstep; Maria had been pulled right to him. 

With a jerky, unnatural movement, he lifted his arm off her. 

"Sorry," he apologized.

Top side. She and others, including Juno, had wondered for decades how he’d manage to find ways to the world of the living. There were rules. Passes you needed to apply for - but he, in normal Betelgeuse fashion, skirted by it all. 

She was about to snap back at his flippant comment when he tripped over what appeared to be a pile of handbooks. Maria reminded herself to inquire on those later. Thankfully Beej caught himself on the bed, saving them both from falling face first on the wood floor. In his effort to stay balanced the arm around her shoulder moved forward, effectively pulling her into his chest. One arm still wrapped around his waist, the other now flat on his chest, she peered up at him with embarrassment. He wasn’t a particularly tall man, but he was sturdy, and she felt unusually small pressed against him. 

When he detached himself with a slurred apology Maria took in a shaky breath she didn’t need then helped him sit down on the bed. God, he looked so disheveled - more so than usual. His eyes were heavy, shoulders slumped, and his tie was loosened and askew around his neck. 

Without waiting for permission Maria slipped the loose tie up and over his head and hung it gently on the foot rail. Turning back she hesitated, just for a second, before helping him slip his jacket off. She ran her hands over his shoulders and under the jacket, sliding it down his arms. The beauty queen reached around him, leaning in close, and retrieved the jacket and reunited it with his tie. 

“From what I can see of your bed I doubt you take these off when you sleep.” She crouched down and angled his large black boots for him to see. “However, I can’t bring myself to see you place these nasty things on the mattress.”

Some quick finger work on the laces and a few short tugs had both boots off. She placed them neatly at the foot of his bed. Maria brushed some questionable dirt off her hands and returned to the older man, giving him a satisfied once over. Gently, she pressed on his shoulder for him to lay down. 

“Get some rest, Alborotador. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around again soon.”

He felt loose, like his joints had been separated. Maria's gentle guidance around the end of his bed to the side and helping him sit was appreciated, but that was nothing compared to her carefully removing his tie. At some point it'd become loosened, or even in his inebriated state he'd have slapped her hands away. Nobody touched his neck, that was a rule. But she was quick and efficient and the fabric never touched his skin. That would've been enough, but then, but then-- 

She assisted him out of his jacket. Any other time he'd have made some off-color comment or pushed the flirting so hard it would have bordered on desperate. But muddled by the booze and still feeling the deep ache of rejection from those people in goddamned Connecticut, just to have her be attentive, just to have her hands peel him out of his outerwear-- 

A small sigh slipped past his lips. If she heard it, she ignored it.  

Then she didn't leave well enough alone; she actually crouched in front of him in her cocktail dress and heels--everything about her was in stark contrast to the rat's nest he lived in, and he included himself in that melancholy assessment; he should have never brought her here--and worked the laces of his boots loose and pulled them off his feet.

The care and concern pained him. The simple act of touch took him apart. 

When she took his shoulder he almost moaned. Like a man dying of thirst in a desert, he wanted nothing more than to drink in that simple friendly touch. 

It took all his will power to not grab her hand. Not for anything inappropriate, but just to keep it there, so he could soak it in. Instead, he sat dumb and dull as she straightened her skirt and bid him farewell. 

"Why does everyone keep leaving me?" he whispered. There had been a time very recently he'd bellowed that, but here, all he could expend the effort on was something closer to a whimper.

Maria had started to make her way out of the room when he spoke, the sound of his broken voice pulling at her more than the words themselves. Not that the words didn't catch her attention, and in many ways, hurt her. He was drunk, she reminded herself, and sad. She could stay with him a little longer - just until he was unconscious, she already crossed a line by being here, and basically sprinted past said line when she helped him undress. 

"I'm not leaving you," Maria corrected while she walked back over to the bed. "I was just going home. I have no illusions that you won't be darkening my waiting room doorstep again soon." 

Gently, she sat down on the bed beside him, her leg brushing up against his own. 

"Now lay down. Go on." She pushed at him again, moving out of the way for him to lift his legs up. The beauty queen stayed seated beside him, her torso twisted slightly to look down at him while she spoke. 

"If anyone left, it was you, Beej." The words were soft and sad, and she reached out absently to adjust a crease in his white(ish) button up. "Got yourself in so much trouble that Juno had to fire you - and then you were gone. Disappeared like smoke for years, only to show back up in the waiting room looking pissed." 

Maria had been so relieved, and so unbelievably angry to see him after all that time. It was that absence, that complete cut from communication, that had brought her back to calling him Mr. Betelgeuse - a title she already found herself skipping again in favor of his nickname.

Maria appeared at his side again, and blearily he looked up at her. Her nudge wasn't rough but he was so unsteady it was almost enough to topple him. He managed to not just fall back like a drunk--haha--but only just barely. 

Her words came to him as if through cotton wool. Disorganized thoughts moved lazily inside his head; it was so much easier to be angry than this drunken, dazed state he was in. The fact that the beauty queen had even given him the time of day was almost too much to take and much too much to even try and puzzle out. 

In the reaches of his memory he did recall how upset she'd been to see him again, and her cool reception to him ever since the final incident that sent him packing--that he'd designed for at least the chance for freedom. Tonight was the first time in all the times he'd reappear she'd ever done anything more than nod politely and exchange chilly words. 

As she sat primly, lightly beside him, the bed frame buckled. It didn't startle him, he was more than used to it, but he could imagine the surprise on her face as the mattress sagged her closer to him. Her delicate attention to his shirt made him catch her hand. 

"Come here," he croaked out, before clearing his throat, giving her a half-hearted pull. "I gotta tell you something."

The unexpected dipping of the mattress when he laid back surprised her, and she ended up with her back pressed against his side. Maria might have just fallen on top of him, if he hadn’t grabbed the hand that had been adjusting his shirt. 

Deep brown eyes assessed him curiously at the request. He was quite capable of saying whatever it was he needed to say from where she sat now - but the pull of sympathy was still strong. Without a word Maria leaned down to him, her free hand bracing her body on the mattress next to his. Being this close, even closer than when she was helping him walk home, she could pick up the smell of moss and wet dirt that clung to his clothes and skin. There was also the faintest smell of roses - so subtle that she could have second guessed if it was there at all.

She did as requested, and leaned over him. A stray lock of hair escaped from its careful pinning, and tickled his cheek. Maybe if things between them had been different, maybe if he hadn't fucked everything over in that spectacular way that was apparently his specialty, he'd have permission to brush it back. To lift it and settle it behind her ear. A minor but intimate gesture. 

But he didn't. He let her hair stay where it was, because it was also nice to feel it on his skin. 

Now that he had her there, he was at a loss for words. Lots of things flitted through his head: "You deserve better than me." "I missed you." "Wanna go see Saturn? I know a safe place--" 

In the end, he frowned a little as he focused on her features. She was so close everything was blurred; he didn't think it was because of the alcohol. Why in the ever-loving hell did she put up with him? 

"Thank you," he whispered.

There was a long silence while his eyes searched her face. Maria could tell he was considering something - and the fact that it was taking him this much time started to worry her. Why? She wasn’t sure. 

At this distance she was able to get a good look at his face. It was round and scruffy, and strangely complimented by his Roman nose. Even in his current, sullen state his lips still had an upturned curl to them. She’d always liked his lips.

 Her attention was taken away from his face when he spoke, and she smiled at him in response. 

“You’re welcome.” 

Blame it on the alcohol, on their proximity, on the raw vulnerability he’d shown her - but without having time to process her actions, her face closed the distance with his. The kiss was soft, and her lips barely pressed against his own. 

It took only a few seconds for what she had done to register, and when it sunk in, she pulled back. Not all the way, but enough to give him a dazed, almost apologetic look. She hadn’t planned to do that, would have sworn up and down that she would never be kissing Betelgeuse right up until the moment she did. Maria started to sit up a little more and opened her mouth to speak, but had no idea what to say.

The brush of her lips against his was a shock that wasn't dulled by alcohol. 

His hand automatically went up to touch her, to slip to her jaw to keep her close, but the split second that it took for him to try she pulled back again. But the motion was in place; although he missed keeping her where she was, his fingers touched the junction of neck and shoulder. 

There was nothing more important in his existence than tasting her lipstick again. 

Eyes wide, his tongue swiping his bottom lip in a move he didn't give conscious thought to, Beetlejuice breathed out, "Mi hermosa emperatriz Maria . . ." 

With a little additional pressure from his hand he encouraged her back towards him as he surged up to her.

tbc . . .

#writing #role-play #BeetleTina #Beetlejuice #miss argentina #Beetlejuice x Miss Argentina #movie beetlejuice #musical beetlejuice #fanfiction #rp

[shaesinflames]

Beetletina makes me go 🥰🥺💕😍🥵😩

#beetletina #beetlejuice #beetlejuice the movie #miss argentina #ship art #ship #otp #fan art #beetlejuice fan art #my art #shaes art #beetlejuice x miss argentina

[barblaz-arts]

Sketches of Lydia and Wednesday interacting with the dead jockey in the Netherwold, who was sometimes played by Presley the Lydia understudy. I took the liberty of naming her Poppy, per a friend's suggestion. I drew this before I got to writing Something Taken, Something Green, so their meeting is different here.

(Btw Uncle Alexander chooses not to wear clothes and it annoys the hell out of Ms. Argentina)

#lydsday #lydia x wednesday #beetlejuice the musical #the addams family #lydia deetz #wednesday addams #poppy the jockey #miss argentina #repost

[tropicalfreckles]

i drew a thing

#miss argentina #beetlejuice #beetlejuice oc #miss argentina x oc #my art #crackship #kassandra #demon lady #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice broadway #make it gay #kass #kass is very bi

[marquisedemasque]

I have different shipping preferences for each version of Beetlejuice

and you are all going to hear it

Movie Juice x Miss Argentina. She wouldn’t put up with his bullshit and also I like the idea they had an office fling when he worked for Juno. Also I like the idea that Tina has a mischievous side and they enjoy getting into trouble together.

Cartoon Juice x Jacques Lalean. I mean. COME ON. They live together, and you can not tell me they don’t have chemistry. They just look so sweet together in my humble opinion.

Musical Juice x The Maitlands. I only support this if Beej does some serious making up and learns more about consent and boundaries. But its just so cute, these two normal goofy people and a chaotic demon.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice beetlejuice beetlejuice #beetlejuice cartoon #beetlejuice movie #beetlejuice musical #beetlebones #beetletina #beetlelands #goldenbeetle

[hereliesbeetlejuice]

alright FINE you guys finally got me i think i’m a beetlejuice x miss argentina shipper now

#there’s just.....so much cute art i am powerless #i’m also a *little* bit drunk #i speak #(also the only ship in the fandom i’ve ever seen that DOESN’T romanticize abuse or harassment so we love to see it)

[vicunaburger]

Workplace Distractions

Fandom: Beetlejuice (1988) Pairing: Beetlejuice x Miss Argentina (Beauty and the Beetle) Word Count: 1,017 Warnings: M for Very Adult Content, NSFT my dudes

Notes: @clairjohnson and I are gonna keeping this ship afloat if it kills us. Consider this a prequel to Motel Sleezy

“Heya, pretty lady~”

He hopped off the desk, keeping a hand on her arm as he moved around to the back of her chair, leaning down to put his mouth next to ear, “C’mon, Missy, don’t think I haven’t noticed ya givin’ me the eye across the hall. Yer just dyin’ to find out if I’m all talk, ain’t ya?”

Miss Argentina could feel the slight scratch of his stubble against her cheek, his chapped lips mouthing at her ear as he practically purred each word to her. Beetlejuice’s hand starting to oh so lightly slide down her arm, while the other found the split on the side of her skirt, tracing the exposed skin of her thigh. She glanced down, watching that same hand slide under the hemline, his fingers disappearing between the crux of her thighs.

“Babes, you just say the word, an’ I’ll bend you over this desk.” He chuckled, feeling her legs tremble with effort to keep closed. “Better yet, how’s about I just give you a little taste of the action, huh? Maybe just… find m’self something to play with under this desk?”

The ghost slid his hand underneath the waistband of her underwear, pushing his fingers past her folds to firmly press against her clit, his thumb resting above with just enough pressure to taunt her without any actual motions. It was a bold move; letting the beauty queen think he was intending to leave her wanting more, unsatisfied. He expected she thought he would be a tease; all talk and no action. Oh was she ever wrong.

Angrily, Miss Argentina slammed her hands on the desk, near growling in frustration, “I will make your afterlife hell if you don’t start moving.”

Trailing light kisses down her cheek, pausing momentarily to lick the side of her neck, barely grazing her skin with the tips of his fangs; Beetlejuice pulled her chair away from the desk. With a deep chuckle, he dove under the desk, sitting cross-legged on the floor although a little bent over due to his height.

“Now now, good things come’n all that.” BJ laughed, grabbing her thighs and pulling the chair back to its position under the desk. “Just keep working like the good little girl you are.”

Sliding his open hands down her tense stomach, he snagged the edge of her underwear with a sharp, jagged fingernail. With a quick tug, he snapped the small elastic holding the fabric together at her hips, and then repeated the action on the other side.

She made a noise of protest, kicking his shin with her heel, “You ruin my clothes, you buy me new ones, Beetle.”

He pinched the inside of her thigh, “You won’t need’em when I’m around, so quit yer bitching, Missy.”

With a slow, delicate touch, he curled two fingers up between the woman’s thighs, penetrating her carefully. Sweeping the rough pad of his thumb sideways over her slick folds, he pushed his fingers in deeper, then stopped moving them completely.

Miss Argentina cleared her throat loudly to cover the whimper that escaped her throat, shuffling some paper around on her desk to appear busy. It was almost break time for most employees, which meant more people would be passing by her corner of the office. She had never been happier to have a large, solid frame desk. Carefully, she crossed one leg over the other, effectively trapping his hand between them in a silent warning. His teasing was getting to her, as evidenced by the flushed look on her face, but she would be twice-damned if she let on what was happening away from prying eyes.

Acknowledging her warning for him to keep going, a third finger joined teasing her entrance; curling his fingers up, he stroked her inside as far as he could reach. The “Ghost with the Most” had no plans to leave her satisfied with this form of playtime in and of itself- prolonging the game was a tempting idea. Pumping his fingers harder into her, he was mildly disappointed the desk wasn’t going to allow for anything more than his hands to fit between her legs. However, he wasn’t thrilled about the idea of knocking himself stupid against the bottom of the heavy wooden desk.

The sound of heavy, clunky heeled shoes echoed down the hall, both the receptionist and the man below distracted with the noise. Beetlejuice hadn’t stopped working her over, and his face split into a wide grin as he caught the scent of tobacco smoke. Juno.

Miss Argentina held the edge of the desk in an iron grip, her short nails digging into the mahogany surface, as she fought to keep her voice steady, “Good afternoon, Juno.”

“It’s not good. It’s never good.” Juno huffed, a heavy cloud of smoke flowing from the crease in her neck. “Ah, but you’re young and optimistic, I forget you haven’t been beaten down into a soulless husk.”

BJ rolled his eyes, “Miserable old hag”

Juno narrowed her eyes, “What was that?”

“Aa-ah, what was what?” Miss Argentina tilted her head, which matched the subtle tilt of her hips as she moved herself against his hand. “We had a large group of newly-deads down here this morning, they’re so loud. Like cattle, you know?”

The shorter woman blinked slowly, taking another long drag off her cigarette, “Thanks for the reminder, queenie.”

Waving cheerfully, Miss Argentina watched her glide through the doorway, continuing down the hall and out of sight. Once the coast was clear, the beauty queen bright her knuckle up to her mouth, biting hard to keep from making too much noise. She leaned back in the chair, legs spread out obscenely under the desk, and she looked down to catch a pair of yellow eyes staring up at her.

The sight made her moan low in her chest,

“Whew, close one, babes~ Thought you were gonna rat me out.” Beetlejuice chuckled, crooking his fingers just so, watching her squirm above him. “Havin’ such a good time down here, ya know? Might just stay here all day, just watchin’ you wriggle around like that. Damn, yer all hot’n’bothered from just my hands… just think’a what else I can do.”

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[clairjohnson]

Was in a BeetleDad mood this week and scribbled this out. I KNOW ghosts can’t have kids, but I’ll make a BeetleTina fan kid anyway. She’s been in the group shots before, her name is Camila ♥️

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[goobthegoober]

Beetlejuice trying to seduce Miss Argentina and decides the key is to whisper Spanish in her ear. He leans in real close, his lips ghosting her ear, and whispers: “Hola. Cómo estás? Me llamo Beetlejuice.” She stops him and asks what the hell he’s doing and he just shrugs.

“It’s the only Spanish I know. Donde esta la biblioteca?”

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[hoodoo12]

Elegy (5/6)

Desperate people, pushed by suppressed affection for each other, find some comfort. I’d say this is a chapter of nothing but NSFW smut, but . . . well.

Beetlejuice/Miss Argentina (by @clairjohnson)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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She felt her chest tighten at his uncharacteristic compliment, and when his firm hand started to pull her back down towards him, she didn’t resist. He met her halfway this time and their lips crashed together in complete contrast from the first soft kiss. In a smooth, but hasty movement, Maria slipped out of her heels and tucked her feet up on the bed. The hand that had been fussing with his shirt was now flat on his chest, while the other braced her over his body. 

When their tongues met Maria momentarily tensed for whatever taste would follow - and was surprised. It wasn’t foul, just earthy. With a not unexpected mix of hard liquor and cigarettes. The tension in her shoulders relaxed and she pressed into him further, her hand slowly traveling up his shirt to the first button.

That she didn't fight him off but actually shifted to be closer and put more weight on him--pathetically, a tiny moan escaped his throat as the kiss deepened. 

For a moment he was immobilized by the sheer surprise of this turn of events. The hand that had brushed her shoulder found a resting place and he moved his thumb over the soft skin of her collarbone. His other hand was the problem. Although he felt her fingers walking a trail along the buttoned placket of his shirt, and although his first instinct was to reach around her and grab at her ass or hem of her skirt, he didn't. This wasn't a hasty lay in a back alley of the Netherworld. This wasn't one of the girls over at Dante's, who'd squeal at being man-handled. 

Beetlejuice fought his base desires and simply put his hand on back, below her shoulder blade, and slipped it along her dress to the swell of her hip. The fabric lay smoothly, like a second skin, and his hand felt large and coarse against it. 

He tried not to be too demanding with his mouth, but half-failed that endeavor; with no reason to breathe, it was easy to go a little harder and a little longer. When her tongue nudged passed his lips he immediately lapped at it, lifting his head to push into her.

If this was a drunken dream, he didn't want to wake up.

When the hand not placed on her shoulder reached past her view, Maria assumed it was going for her rear, or leg, or any other body part he could grip onto. When instead he gently placed it on her back and caressed down to her hip, she hummed appreciatively into his mouth. Though she never planned on being with Beej in this way, she’d thought about it. Everyone was allowed their ill advised fantasies - but none of them were like this. How delicately he was handling her, save for the hungry kissing, wasn’t something she thought he was capable of. Maybe it was because he was drunk . . . 

His tongue pressing deeper into her mouth interrupted her train of thought, and she moved her focus back to the buttons on his shirt. Without leaving his lips she adjusted herself on top of him, her slim stomach now pressed against his round one. She slid her knee, slowly, between his legs then sat up, tugging his partially undone shirt to say she wanted him to sit up, too. 

“Get my dress?” She breathed, indicating to the zipper on her back. Maria’s mouth still hovered against his as she spoke, her fingers working the last few buttons on his shirt.

Were there any sweeter words to be spoken than, "Get my dress?" Maybe, but in the heat of the moment he couldn't remember ever hearing any. 

Maria's tug pulled him into a seated position; her straddling one thigh made it a bit awkward but there was absolutely no way he was going to ask her to move off him. He had an underlying fear that if bodily contact was broken, she'd come to some kind of sense and bolt.

Besides, the slight weight on his leg, while not warm--no one in the Netherworld was warm--was welcome in a moderately intimate way. 

More intimate was her fingers freeing him of his shirt, and her lips still brushing his. To return the favor, Beetlejuice found the tiny zipper pull at the back of her dress. Topside, he'd just fling her garment away. Here, he gave it a gentle tug. The faint sound it made as it parted was a sigh of promise.

Maria arched into his chest as he pulled the zipper down. When his hand reached the small of her back the red fabric slid off and pooled around her hips. 

Her delicate hands pushed his shirt off his shoulders then moved to the hair covering his chest. Red nails raked down his skin without leaving marks, traveling until they met his waistband.

“Get the rest - take off the rest.” 

Her plea was mumbled against his lips and she lifted her hips from the mattress to let the dress fall the rest of the way. The beauty queen’s fingers worked the button of his pants with no success, and she broke the kiss momentarily to focus on it - her brows furrowing as she peered down.

Beetlejuice gaped as Maria's dress fell away from her torso. Any lacy undergarment was nice, but hers was more than he expected, although he wasn't in the least bit surprised it was beautiful and matching. He'd have put money down that they'd be red, and would've lost that bet when the fine black lace came into view. 

"Cariño--" he breathed out, then realized he'd frozen, staring, even as she had made a simple request and was doing her damnedest to work open his trousers. 

Upper arms slightly hobbled by the shirt pushed over his shoulders, he grabbed her hand and brought it up to his mouth. He kissed her fingertips and smirked. 

"Don't go breaking one of those nails," he admonished lightly, and dropped his own hands to his fly. 

Even with her pressed against him he made short work of the button and zipper, and shucked his pants as quickly as possible, not caring if they turned inside out in his haste. They did, of course, like an idiot; and instead of taking the time to properly extract his legs he got impatient, clicked his fingers once, and the whole mess was on the floor. He may not have all the power here as he did up top, but at least that was handy. 

"Sorry my underwear isn't as fancy as yours– wasn't quite expecting company– " he muttered half under his breath, cutting himself off as he found her mouth again.

Her breath hitched when he pulled her hands away and kissed her fingers, the act so shockingly tender all she could do was watch. It didn't last, though, and he dropped her hands to focus on his button. Beej made quick work of his pants, muttered out a self-deprecating joke, and kissed her. Maria kissed him back and smiled against his lips. It was good to hear him joking - it was one of the things she liked about him most. 

Now mostly bare, Maria took the time to run her hands over his shoulders and arms, delighting in the tense muscles that twitched under her touch. Their kissing had slowed but deepened, and she moaned indulgently into his mouth every time his teeth caught her tongue or lip. She was past the point of turning back now, not that she wanted to, and broke the kiss to lay back on his bed. Slowly, she lifted her hips off the mattress and slipped her underwear down her legs, tossing them to the end of the bed with her foot. The lace bra followed soon after and she was left completely naked. Her large brown eyes flicked up to his and she arched her back in invitation. 

Every fuck she'd ever imagined with him was quick and dirty –  bent over a desk or pressed to a wall. The delicate way he touched her? The slow, passionate kissing? Letting her take the lead? It was so far off how she'd pictured him that it barely seemed real. Real or not, she wanted him to touch her again.

He'd never admit it--even in his most drunken state or in his deepest despair he had a reputation to uphold--but any beautiful woman agreeing to be with him was almost incomprehensible. And for Maria, a renowned, official beauty queen, to kiss him first, kiss him back, undress him and then undress herself . . . something didn't add up in his fuzzy brain, but it was best to keep a gift horse's mouth shut. 

At the sight before him, a rose made prettier by the literal dirt around her, he swallowed and wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. She was a work of art: delicate frame, perfect breasts, slim waist, long legs even without heels--his eyes raked her, and like a slavering beast he knew he was, he had a difficult time tearing his gaze away from the junction between her legs. 

The subtle movement of arching her back only inflamed him more, and as loose as his briefs were, they were suddenly too tight over his aching cock. 

With less grace than her, he ditched his underwear too. She still waited with anticipation--he hoped--so he crawled up the bed, pressing a kiss to one knee, then the other, then to her inner thigh just above it, knocking her legs open. He glanced up the flat plane of her stomach to make sure she was okay with that, but he wasn't sure what he'd do if she wasn't.

The sight of him bare sent a shiver through her. He wasn't a model by any means, but he was masculine, with a broad chest and strong arms - and even though he was covered in a layer of dirt and moss - his face was always disarmingly handsome. The package he was carrying between his legs was disarming as well, arched at attention and thick. Maria's focus quickly moved to her legs when he kissed them, his soft lips marking a trail up her thigh. The brush of his stubble against her sensitive skin coaxed out a light gasp. 

When he glanced up at her, as if waiting for permission, she almost scoffed. The man who grabs at any women in arms distance checking to see if he can go further with the naked lady in his bed? He was...very drunk. But she wanted him - so she stomped down whatever rational voice told her to slow down, that he never was this kind sober. That this was a mistake. Maria swallowed hard and opened her legs wider - a soft whine of want escaping her parted lips. She reached a delicate hand up and cupped her own breast, kneading it gently as she peered down at him, her other hands balled up in his sheets.

Non-verbal permission was still permission. The slight relaxation of her legs allowing them to fall open, her cupping her tit as if to showcase how incredibly perfect it was--Beetlejuice smirked, licked his teeth, and made his way up her inner thigh with kisses that probably had a little too much bite to them. 

He had to remember this was Maria, not some random lay. 

At the apex of her legs, he paused for half a second, waiting just in case she came to her senses to haul off and punch him away from her--not that that's ever happened before, nosiree, just a hypothetical scenario that had no basis in his past--then without a word, he dropped his face at the altar of her pussy and closed his entire mouth over her to worship.

The smirk, and subsequent nipping of her legs, sent a spike of arousal straight between her thighs. Maria watched with pointed interest while he hovered over her, for just a moment, before sealing his mouth over her pussy. The instant, overwhelming sensation caused her to buck her hips up, but his strong hold kept her in place. 

“Oh my g-oh fuck.” Her words were gasped out, and the hand that had been gripping the sheets tangled itself in his hair. Her other hand continued to work her breast, harder now, with her fingers inching up to press against the sensitive nipple. 

“Don’t stop - please. It’s good, so good.” The words sounded desperate, but she didn’t care. All her focus was on keeping this man and his tongue between her legs. As she continued to murmur out encouragement, her thighs closed lightly around his head.

Her legs compressing the sides of his head and her hand deep in his hair only spurred him to go harder. Wrapping his arms under her thighs to keep her tight to him, he lapped the flavor of her as if he couldn't get enough. His tongue found the nub of her clit and teased it with quick flicks before he captured it between his lips to give it a little extra sucking pressure; before she could shove him away from overstimulation he delved further and slipped his tongue into her pussy in a poor substitution for the body part that was trapped achingly against the mattress at the moment. 

Her shoving him away was a low grade fear in the bottom of his mind, because a tiny but persistent voice kept informing him that this is a pity lay, or this is just a drunken dream, or this is a prime example of you making a fool of yourself, because she is thinking of someone else while you're between her legs. So he worked till his jaw was numb, relishing the sounds and sweet words Maria said aloud as if they truly were for him.

The way he was using his tongue had her seeing stars. Not that she should be surprised he was good at this, with a libido like his and 600 years, Maria was sure he’d been around the block (probably several times). A talented flick to her sensitive bundle of nerves had her letting out an embarrassing high pitched moan. Peering down her body at him Maria had the sudden urge to return the favor. 

“Stop, hold on,” she urged, giving his hair a small yank in the process. 

When Beej sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, she could see a flicker of concern in his face. She didn’t wait for him to speak and closed her mouth over his in a deep kiss. Her lips moved from his mouth to his chin, briefly ghosted near the start of his neck, then her hand dropped from his shoulder to wrap slender fingers around his cock. 

Maria brought her lips back to his and gave him a few leisurely strokes before pushing him back onto the bed. Her eyes stayed on him while she leaned over and dropped her mouth to his cock, giving it a light lick up the center. Slowly, Maria brought the entirety of him into her mouth and wrapped her (now smudged) red lips around the base.

She pushed against him and told him to stop, and that was that. Beetlejuice pulled away, wiping his mouth, willing himself to commit the taste of her to memory. She could find her own way out; he was going to lay here and jerk off to the thought of her. 

He didn't know if there were going to be tears as he did it, but decided he'd blame any on the booze. 

But before he could turn away so he didn't have to see her leave, she kissed him. Kissed him. The taste of her lipstick was still intoxicating. Before he'd had enough, she'd trailed to his jaw, where he tipped his head back--then jumped as her cool fingers took his cock. 

The soft dry friction made him moan--one of which she swallowed in another kiss--then like he was a rag doll he let her push him back. He lifted his head to find her watching him with dark eyes, then her tongue and mouth were on him and he sucked in a breath. Her red lips around his cock, her hair framing her face and tickling his thighs, her looking up to catch his eyes--Beetlejuice slipped a hand into her hair and groaned, unable to stop himself from rocking his pelvis up into the inviting wet of her mouth.

The first roll of his hips caught her off guard. When he rocked up a second time she relaxed her jaw and let him slide down her throat, the tip of her nose pressing against his mess of curls. Maria kept a steady pace, her head bobbing rhythmically save for the occasional moan around his cock. It was so easy to pretend he was warm like this, her lower body snug in his sheets and her arms pressed lightly against his stomach. 

When his thrusts started to become more insistent she pulled off - leaving a barely noticeable ring of scarlet lipstick at the base of his cock. Maria took him in her hand again and gave him a few long, slow licks, peering up at him in the process. There was something so perversely satisfying watching him come apart under her - twitching at her touch, at her lips, like he’d never had someone do this before. Which was silly, she knew, but it stirred something in her to imagine. She pressed a soft kiss to the head of his dick and flicked her eyes up to catch his, waiting to see if he wanted more.

The suction, the licks, the vibration from her moans, the light scratch of her nails against his stomach--Beetlejuice arched against her, his hips finding rhythm in time with her movements. She drew groans and gasps from him. 

When she released him it took a second for his brain to catch up, but before he could be too disappointed at the loss of stimulation her hand closed around him and her tongue went back to teasing. 

Lifting his head off the dusty mattress he looked down just as she looked up. The sight of her lips, her bright lipstick slightly smudged, pursed to kiss his cock seared into his memory. His eyes met hers. A faint lift of her brow, like an invitation, like a dare, made him lift his upper lip in a half smirk. 

In an explosion of movement, he sat up and grabbed her. She was light, and changing her position wasn't difficult, especially when she wasn't expecting it. Flipping her back to the mattress, ignoring her squeak of surprise, Beetlejuice slipped his hands under her knees and rotated her till he was situated almost properly between her legs. 

"No more teasing," he growled, and pushed forward.

Maria was on her back in a flash. It was exhilarating to be flipped so easily, so hungrily, and she let out a gasp of surprise. Beej wasted no time putting her exactly where he wanted her. She gazed up at him with eager anticipation when he quickly settled his significantly larger bulk between her legs. 

The words growled against her ear sent a wave of heat between her thighs, a sensation that was completely overshadowed when he pressed into her. Her mouth fell open in a silent moan. The foreplay had left them both soaked, and he penetrated her in a single thrust. The initial stretch was divine, and she dug her nails into his back in response.

Before he had a chance to start a rhythm she wrapped her legs around his lower back, holding him in place pressed against her. She liked being this close. Liked how she felt under the large cage of his body. Maria tipped her head up from the mattress and caught his mouth, her tongue pressing past his lips to meet his own. When he kissed her back, when she felt completely consumed, she let her legs fall to the sides.

The bite of her nails into his skin made him hiss in sharp response to the mild pain, but it barely muted the pure pleasure that radiated from this initial push. 

That she didn't continue to claw his back but instead keep him tightly to her and kiss him was a surprise. But as her mouth, still tasting of lipstick--he never knew red was a flavor--found his, as her tongue dipped intimately passed his teeth, as her thighs squeezed him but then relaxed, he gave into the overwhelming urge to rut into her. He groaned deep in his throat at the sweet wet friction created between them. 

Even as white hot bliss began shorting out higher brain function, that tiny voice in the back of his mind, the one that never quite took a rest, still made noises that this was simply out of pity, that there was nothing, meant nothing-- 

Beetlejuice lifted his lip in a half snarl and buried his face in Maria's hair, trying to shake loose that voice and simply focus on the pleasure he hoped was shared.

Maria broke the kiss and let out a choked gasp when he started to thrust. With each snap of his hips she moaned, her delicate hands gripping his shoulders for support. When Maria angled her hips off the bed, just slightly, he bottomed out - causing a white flash of painful pleasure to course through her. 

She could hear him, feel him, snarling near her neck while he pressed his face into her hair. With needy arms she tried to pull him closer so his chest would press against her own. Maria brought her mouth up to his ear and begged. 

“Please, god it feels so good - harder. Do it harder. Beej, please.” 

Saying his name between sultry, desperate moans was not something she’d ever imagined doing. Not in reality, anyway. Those were saved for the occasional office daydream - because actually sleeping with him was, had been, out of the question. It wasn’t just because she thought sleeping with him was a bad idea, she’d spent the night with plenty of bad ideas, but he’d never asked. 

They’d casually flirted for years, and not once had he tried to take it anywhere. Any other pair of legs, living or dead, was propositioned - but not her. It was humiliating to say it hurt her already fragile self esteem. The devastation of not being pretty enough, not being perfect enough, was what sent her to an early grave. Yet, he’d called her beautiful tonight. And a sinking feeling of being that easy threatened to creep up on her.

With her hips angled up, rocking them in time to meet each thrust, she draped her long legs over his back. How good it felt to be under him was obscuring any negative thoughts, and Maria continued to gasp out her encouragement to keep it going.

At least if this was a pity fuck she was doing her damnedest to make it good for him. Maria's moans, her tight grip, her legs locked around his waist all spurred him, and at her fevered words in his ear he could only obey. 

She'd pulled him down on to her so he couldn't shift an arm to slip between them and finger her clit, so he as her pelvis canted slightly he worked to press his pubic bone against her, which had the delightful side effect of keeping his cock buried completely. But he also did as she asked, thrusting until he found a rhythm that seemed to satisfy her request, that quickly--too quickly!--was going to be the end of him.

The harder rhythm was just what she needed. Combined with the rough stimulation on her clit Maria found herself close. She squeaked out unintelligible praise while his trusts stuttered and she dug her nails back into his back. 

“I’m close - Beej. Don’t stop.” 

Her voice cracked and Maria dropped her head against the mattress, sending a puff of dust up in the process. It took just a few more hard, well placed thrusts for Maria to reach her peak. She cried out, her muscles clenching and fluttering around him while she rode her high. Desperately she caught his lips with her own and kissed him, moaning into his mouth as she felt him follow her over the edge. She kept herself wrapped tightly around him in the process-- wanting to feel his weight, which was strangely comforting, on her while they finished.

Her words barely filtered through the ringing in his ears: a combination of what would have been blood pounding and the voice in his head that grew in volume, both fueled by the pleasure building in his gut. 

"She's lying. Lying. She's faking, to get this over and done with. You're a fuck up, you're an idiot for falling for it again--what is wrong with you? You know no one wants you like this--" 

Under him, Maria grasped at him, her nails digging into his skin, her legs squeezing him in a way that she had to have locked her ankles behind him. Her wordless cry and the clench of her pussy around him spiked his bliss and despite the sour bite of the words between his ears, his hips felt differently and they snapped into her brutally as he crested his peak. 

He cried out--it may have been her name, it may have been a wordless bellow, he had no faculties to know what sound he made, at the moment--and it was muted immediately by her mouth on his again.

For a moment, everything was right in the universe. Euphoria is a hell of a drug: her tight grip on him, their joining so intimately, nesting in the afterglow of shared pleasure. Then, sharper than her nails in the small of his back, that voice grew claws and dug into his thoughts.

Maria gasped in breath she didn’t need and traveled her fingers up his back and into his hair. With a ghost of a smile she leaned up to press her lips on his chin, a soft hum of satisfaction in her throat. She loosened the tight grip of her legs around his hips, only slightly, not in any rush for him to roll off. Having their bodies pressed together, with him still buried between her thighs, only made the afterglow last longer. 

She looked up from kissing his chin, her lips only dusted with a light pink now that most of the color had been smudged off. 

“Betelgeuse . . .” 

There was a long pause following his name as she tried to find the words for what she wanted to say - what did she want to say? That it was great? That she wanted to go again? That she’d fantasized about doing this in the office, where she'd watch him from her desk like a schoolgirl with a crush? A crush she finally acted on. 

No – that would be humiliating - and wouldn’t help his already inflated ego. Suggesting another round would stroke it just the same, but she was willing to make the concession if it meant he’d fuck her like that again. Any feelings she’d had about this being a bad idea were easily pushed away while so comfortably curled up under his large frame.

Not wanting to keep him waiting she opened her mouth to speak, settling on the safest route of suggesting a repeat performance, but stopped when his expression caught her off guard.

tbc . . .

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