#rockstar!beetlejuice x reader

[strawberrybouvine]

Okay so Rockstar!BJ getting his piercings,,, I feel like he would be terrified and be the kinda person who has to hold the stuffed animal when getting pierced? (I say this as someone who’s been pierced about 15-17 times, and still terrified of needles)~🏳️‍🌈

This ask hit me in the fluff feels and I may have written a drabble for it 😳

I just love the rockstar boy so much !!

"Don't go anywhere alright?" 

You couldn't help the sympathetic hum that escaped you as you grabbed Beetlejuice's hand tightly. Your rockstar boyfriend was currently lounging back in a rather comfy looking leather chair wearing the most worried expression you had ever seen on him. 

He had convinced you to come with you to his regular tattoo shop. You thought he'd be getting a new tattoo - one he had been rather excited while designing - but you were surprised to find that Beej had instead decided to get a new piercing. 

Beetlejuice hadn't told you exactly what he was getting but he did say he wanted you to be there with him. 

It turned out the rockstar was particularly squeamish when it came to getting piercings. 

"Don't worry, Bug, I'll stay right here," you reassured, smiling gently and patting his hand. Beej smiled back shakily, and closed his eyes to prepare. 

His hand flexed around yours nervously every few seconds. You played with the rings on his fingers and stroked the top of his hand lightly with your thumb. 

"What gets you so nervous about this, Beej?" You asked, curious. Beetlejuice opened his eyes to look at you and stroked your hand back. 

"No clue really," he muttered,"just something about it…" 

His shoulders hunched to his ears and he hivered. You nodded, gripping his hand tighter. 

"You do have a lot of piercings though," you pointed out. Beej was always proud to show them off, his eyebrow and ears were the most noticeable. He had two hoops and a bar in each ear, and you knew those were pretty painful ones, "how'd you get those ones done?" 

"Oh those," he chuckled,"I got them when I was first starting out. I got my ears done first, thought they looked badass." 

Beetlejuice fiddled with one of the hoops,"I was petrified cause I got it done by myself, I used to carry around this old worm plush and i practically busted its seams gripping it while I got my ears done." 

You giggled, letting go of his hand to cover your mouth a bit. You saw Beej flush, his hair streaking light pink with embarrassment. 

"Yea, it was pretty fuckin' dorky of me," he mutter, chuckling slightly. You shook your head, grabbing his hand again and leaning to kiss his cheek. His hair flushed a deeper pink in response. 

"I'm not laughing at you, babe" you assured with a smile,"I'm laughing cause the image of a younger you holding a plush for comfort is just too adorable!" 

Beetlejuice looked at you shocked and grinned lopsided, curling his fingers around yours tightly. 

"Your idea of adorable is really weird, doll." 

"Yeah, well," you shrugged, cupping your unoccupied hand against your cheek and leaning against it ,"I can't help but think everything about you is cute, Bug." 

The rockstar raised the hand he had gripped in his and planted a kiss on it. Beetlejuice gave you another of his signature grins. 

"I can say this though, Babes," you raised an eyebrow at his flirtatious tone, a blush dusting your cheeks. He noticed your blush and smirked, leaning closer to you so that you two were almost nose to nose. 

"You're much better than any stuff animal to me." 

[beetlebitchywitch]

Rockstar!Beetlejuice

Hi my name is Kat and I have so many more things that I’m SUPPOSED to be writing but @yankyo @sapphic-florals and @beetlejuicebeadoll told me to post this so blame them ok bye

CW: Bondage, D/s themes, consensual forced orgasms 

You decide very early on in your relationship with Beetlejuice that you hate Ivan Pavlov with a burning passion. 

You know that the man only discovered classical conditioning rather than inventing it, but that bastard still put a name to it, and you needed to blame someone for the night’s events. You’re backstage at one of Beetlejuice’s concerts, lounging in his dressing room with a beer in hand when the monitor in the corner begins blasting the audio from the arena. All at once, you’re assaulted by the shredding of an electric guitar combined with the deep rasp of Beetlejuice’s voice, and God does it make your fingers clench into your skirt, suddenly aware of how wet your panties feel beneath it. You can’t really be blamed, you decide- it’s not your fault that Beej fucked you for the first time in a single-stall bathroom while his band was rehearsing, singing his songs in your ear as he came inside you in a way that forever intertwined the two stimuli.

...OK, so it might kind of be your fault. 

But still, it frustrates you. Here you are, a hot piece of ass all hot and bothered with not even Beetlejuice there to relieve your tension. The only thing you had was your right hand...and, well, no one was around to see you, right? Smirking, you slip your panties off and toss them aside, spreading your legs and letting your fingers slowly begin to circle your clit. You whimper softly and increase the pressure, letting your body relax into the couch cushions. You hear the band cut out, signalling their short break between their first and second set, but you simply don’t care. You need to cum, and if Beetlejuice got an eye full of what his music did to you, no harm done, you suppose.

You don’t even have the decency to stop when he strides into the room. He pauses in the doorway, out of breath with his cock already beginning to harden at the sight of you. His eyes narrow as he takes you in, almost as if he’s assessing you. 

“And just what do you think you’re doing, shit for brains?” And fuck his voice is so rough and you can’t even answer, you just throw your head back and moan. His voice is what got you like this in the first place, so listening to it all blown out and raspy certainly isn’t helping things. You meet Beej’s eyes again and despite the hardness in his pants, he looks more annoyed than aroused. “Pet, if your hands aren’t by your sides in the next ten seconds, you’re gonna wish you were never born,” he drawls out lazily, his casual tone paired with the threatening words sending chills up your spine. You smirk a little, pressing two fingers inside of you with a hiss. 

“But babe, you sounded so good out there, I couldn’t help myself. I just wanna cum.”

And then, oh, he’s grinning so wickedly that you suddenly second guess yourself.

“Well, isn’t that sweet. My princess gets all wet because of my music? Hmm...I think I can work with that.”

In less than a heartbeat he snaps his fingers, a small object appearing in his hand. He approaches you slowly, sneering as he watches the fear spread over your features as invisible hands grip your wrists and ankles, pinning your hands by your side and keeping your legs spread. He kneels down, humming appreciatively at how wet he managed to get you before showing you...a small, black and white striped vibrator. Your eyes widen, searching his gaze for any sign of mirth- there’s none. He’s entirely serious. He quirks an eyebrow, waiting for your silent approval, which you give by relaxing your body, settling further into the couch. His smile only widens as he slides the vibrator inside you, pressing one short kiss on the inside of your thigh before collecting himself and heading towards the door. He looks back at you one last time, his smug grin sending a red flush to your cheeks. 

“You wanna cum, pet?” he asks, hand gripping the doorknob. “Fine.” 

And the door slams shut.

The weird thing is, though, the vibrator doesn’t seem to be on. You’re practically trembling with anticipation waiting for it, but it doesn’t come. Not, of course, until you hear the cheers of the crowd signaling the return of the band to the stage. You hear Beetlejuice adjusting one of the strings on his guitar through the monitor, and you jolt. You could’ve sworn the vibrator had buzzed a little just now. 

...Oh. Oh no. 

With no warning, their next set begins with a long, drawn out chord from Beej’s guitar that has you biting your lip to keep from screaming. The vibrator has come to life inside you, it’s vibrations perfectly in sync with the volume and frequency of his music. He’s controlling your pleasure from 100 feet away and he’s doing it in front of a crowd of thousands. The very thought plus his intense playing drags the first of many orgasms from you, and by the way your muscles are tensing, you’re very clearly barreling towards your second. 

No harm done. Yeah, that was total bullshit. 

His second set lasts a full hour. You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve cum, but considering that the floor of the dressing room is absolutely soaked, you’re guessing at least 10. The worst (or best) part of it all is you can hear Beej giving the performance of his life. He’s playing his guitar so intensely, every strum sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your entire body, and you know it’s all for you. Your voice is absolutely shot from screaming, thankfully drowned out by the music, and your tears have been free flowing for at least 20 minutes, soaking both yourself and the couch. You’re just about ready to summon him off the stage to finally fuck you when, thank God, the concert is over. The vibrator shuts off and you release all of the pent up tension in your body, crying openly as you finally receive some relief from the unrelenting pleasure.

It’s then that Beetlejuice chooses to make his grand reentrance, strolling casually into the dressing room to find his precious little breather soaked with tears and her own cum, shaking like a leaf in her bonds with mascara running in trails down her face. Oh, how delicious. 

“I have to say, pet, I am impressed. I’ve trashed some dressing rooms in my time but this, well, this really takes the cake.” 

God, that smug fucking smirk on his face makes you want to either slap him or cum again. He approaches you and reaches out to run his fingers through your hair, wiping away your tears with the pad of his thumb. You smile at his touch, leaning into it as much as you can with the invisible hands still restraining you. He kneels in front of you with a fond smile, resting his hands on your inner thighs. “Let’s get you home, hmm?” 

And just as he’s about to pull the vibrator out again, you hear it. 

Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. 

The crowd’s chanting sends a shit-eating grin to Beej’s face, and he stands up, only growing more amused at the growing look of fearful realization on your face. Just before they say his name for the third time, he sends you a wink. 

“Heh, sorry babes. Encore.”

Beetlejuice.

And then he’s gone.

[hoodoo12]

Rock On

I’m going to do something I rarely, if ever, do: post a snippet of a story that isn’t finished. But @sofabearr‘s Dewey Finn and Rockstar Beej  are just too much, and I can’t even stand it. Here’s the start of a story featuring the two of them + reader. This part is sfw; later parts are not! Enjoy!

“So . . . we’ve talked and talked and decided this could work.”

Beetlejuice wrinkled his forehead in confusion.  You were nodding beside Dewey, like that vague sentence made perfect sense.

He hated feeling out of the loop, but had to ask, “What . . . what could work? She’s already our manager . . .?”

The expression on man he whose house he haunted--and subsequently rocked out with, plus or minus some rivalry--could only be described as keenly elated, but Dewey rubbed his free hand over his mouth as a nervous gesture.  The conflicting body language set Beetlejuice on edge. 

“Well, Beej, this is where it gets a little awkward . . . “

He didn’t want to ask, but it seemed to be his word for the evening.  “What?”

Dewey pulled his hand away from his face.  His smile was lop-sided.  “Well . . . we were hoping you’d . . . join us upstairs?  In the bedroom?”

The ghost’s jaw came unhinged, and his mind went blank.

There was an unsettled pause that lasted for a beat longer than was comfortable.  Dewey cleared his throat and said,

“I mentioned awkward, huh? We thought maybe—“

“Beej, Beetlejuice,” you interrupted, “this is obviously a big deal—”

His amber eyes found yours.  You brought your free hand, then one not holding Dewey’s, very slowly up to touch his cheek; he felt the slight tremble of your fingertips.  Unconsciously he pressed into your palm, closing his eyes at the contact for a moment before realizing that was probably unwise, if he wanted to stay rational about all this. He was just so desperate for touch.  Then he was slightly embarrassed.

You continued.  “—a huge shock, and a lot to take in all at once.  There’s no pressure!  We just thought that it wouldn’t be something you’d be against.  But we wanted all our cards out on the table, so you’d have all the information—“

Through your speech, Dewey nodded as if this was the most reasonable thing in the world.

“—and then you could make your decision.  No pressure.  And whatever you choose, no harm, no foul, okay?”

“Whatever you choose, Beej,” Dewey repeated.  “You can think it over too.  We just figured that since you were always making those dirty suggestions to both of us, it probably wasn’t just a joke—“

Beetlejuice’s eyes hadn’t left yours.  You dropped your gaze to glance at his still open mouth, and you licked your own lips.  The motion captured his gaze as it had earlier, and suddenly you were inching closer, neither of you looking each other in the eye, just watching each other’s mouths, and Beej knew what that meant and he wasn’t sure if he was ready—

And then he was kissing Dewey’s girlfriend with Dewey looking on.

When you opened your mouth against his, Dewey squeezed his hand.

In just another second, it was over.  Breathless after the exchange, Beetlejuice managed a shaky little laugh.

“No pressure, huh?”

Dewey guffawed, and you smiled, then kissed him again.  It was less hesitant this time, and the ghost’s decision was made.

tbc . . .

[heresathreebee]

Kinktober Day 12 FORMAL WEAR/ BODY WORSHIP

Dewey Finn x Reader smut

Tags: 18+ | 1.7k words | you're engaged, small angst, bad joke, self consciousness, male body worship, so many kisses guys, lipstick smears, unprotected sex, pulling out

AN: I fucking got so far into this and said “WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T I DO BEETLEJUICE FOR THIS”

You never expected to see the day. Dewey Finn in shorts made for a child's uniform? Sure. Dewey Finn in a band t-shirt and old jeans? Duh. You had accepted his engagement proposal fully aware that he would probably meet you at the altar in a zipper hoodie and sneakers. 

And yet here he is before your very eyes at a fancy dinner to celebrate Ms. Mullins' award in genuine black tie wear. Every time you look away from him, you feel like you simply imagined it, but then you turn back and see him and he's actually wearing a nice, fitted black and white suit and tie. 

"Are you ok?" Dewey tried to measure your temperature by putting the back of his hand to your forehead, smiling. "You look like you've seen a ghost." 

You chirp, "Have you seen what you're wearing? I think hell is freezing over." 

You gesture with your glass of wine at his attire and he smirks. "Ooooh, your original home is cold! Do you want my jacket, babe?" 

"Fuuuuck yooouuu, Finn," you stage-whisper. 

Dewey spreads his arms out wide. "You are more than welcome to! You put a ring on it after all."  

Someone cleared their throat and you jumped– caught under the watchful eye of Rose Mullins herself. You sputtered an apology and dragged Dewey over to Ned Schneebly so he would have someone to keep him somewhat appropriate while you talk to other teachers from your school. 

A couple hours later you overhear a tipsy conversation they're having. "I can't believe you wore an actual suit! It looks good on you, man." 

Dewey blew a raspberry. "Come on, this is so not me, Ned! I mean look at me, man– I used to be somebody. A rockstar on the rise and now I'm in a real relationship with a teaching gig and soon to be married.

"Can you imagine? Me! Married! I'm falling apart," you hear him say. 

Ned scoffs loudly. "What are you talking about, man? You've got so much good going on!" 

"I know, it's crazy!" 

You're… well, you're not sure how to interpret Dewey's revelations. And you had your back to each other so he probably doesn't even know you heard him. The more you get to thinking about it the more angry and nervous you become. 

Did Dewey not want to be marrying you? But he asked! 

Was it just out of obligation? Was he just afraid that if he didn't, you would leave him? You thought he loved you and his job but it sounded like he was complaining… 

You let it boil and simmer for the rest of the night, ignoring him when he asked you questions and not responding to his attempts to joke around. You made him drive so you could attempt to sleep and see if that made you feel better, but all it did was give you a nightmare about being 50 and miserably married. 

"Hey," Dewey pokes you in the ribs after you both got out of the car, "what's gotten into you?" 

You ignored him all the way up to your bedroom while he fired off at the mouth as per usual. By the time you reached the bedroom he had exhausted his supply of gags and called your name worriedly. 

"Hey, seriously: what's wrong?" 

You plop yourself on the end of the bed to take your shoes off, clearly pouting despite your efforts. "Nothing." 

Dewey hums. "Oh it's nothing, that's why you've been avoiding me all night." 

"Just drop it, Dew, I'm not in the mood." 

"I can't!" You glare at him and he flounders around for words until: "babe if I leave it, you're not going to want to talk about it at all, and then the next time we have an argument, it's gonna come back with a vengeance." 

… ok, so you did do that once or twice before…

Dewey waited. “Ok? What did you hear?” 

You sigh and flop your head on your pillows, earrings in hand and feet aching. "I just… I heard you…" 

“Marriage isn’t you.” You glared at him. ‘You told Ned marriage wasn’t ‘you.’ So what, I’m a burden now?” 

“H-wha-hat?,” Dewey laughed, “what are you talking about? AAAH–” 

Dewey ducked as a shoe flew at him. “What? What??” 

“Dewey Finn, if you don’t want to marry me, why did you freaking propose?” 

All of the goofiness was sapped out of the air. Dewey’s face dropped and he really looked at you now. He sighed and kicked his shoes off and sat on your side of the bed, somber. 

“I don’t know how to tell you I love you more than I already have,” he starts, then back peddles. “What I mean is… babe, what you heard was just a joke.” 

He looks to you and freezes under your deeply unamused stare. “Uh… Ned didn’t find it funny either, soooo I guess you could say it was in pretty poor taste. 

“Listen babe,” Dewey scoots closer and takes your hand. “You’re on the right track: if I didn’t want to marry you, I wouldn’t be! But I am so, you know, I do! I love you, babe, honestly.” 

He turns his head and gives you big puppy dog eyes. “I just… I just…” 

Being cute was easier than being real. Dewey plants fat, wet kisses on the back of your hand. He sighs and makes you scoot over to lay down on the bed next to you. “I don’t know why I… I guess I just never imagined anybody would want to shackle themselves to a guy who looks like me. Or even the other way around– I never imagined I’d be the type of guy to settle down, you know?” 

You hadn't considered it before. Sometimes people who rail against 'the institution of marriage' are also people who never got the chance to believe they could love or be loved that way… hang on– 

A thought interrupted you– "I thought you said 'who could love a guy like me.' What's this about 'who could love a guy who looks like me' business?" 

You look at him for an answer and he raises an eyebrow at you. He thinks you're not serious but when you don't back track he scoffs. Dewey shows you what he means by patting his belly firmly and making it jiggle. 

"I guess I didn't realize you were self conscious about that," you wondered aloud. 

"I am not," he pouts. "I'm fat, that's all. Nobody wants a fat guy if they can help it or– or do better." 

You shrug. "Ok so you're fat– it's not a bad word. It doesn't have to be a bad word. And I can assure you, this?" You pat his stomach. "This is very good to me." 

That's how you end up with him trembling that night, hands balled into fists at his side trying to obey your no touch command and covered in hickeys and love bites. 

It took an hour to undress him fully because for every piece of cloth you removed from his body you showered him in kisses and praise, announcing all your favorite things about him. He felt silly when you were fiddling with his bowtie, but his arousal skyrocketed with every brush of your hand over what piece you would take next and what you would say next. 

It was embarrassing. It was sexy. And it filled him to the brim with warmth at how passionate you are about him and his body. It's not a 'despite your flaws' kind of love, it's included. 

He's laying on his back and naked when you finally come back to worshipping his belly. His hard member is so close but you ignore it in favor of peppering his pooch with refreshed lipstick. Dewey has to put his hands up by his head to stop himself from stopping you. 

It's like it stings. It stings to have anyone openly notice his stomach but to know you do it out of love, your own arousal and interest, that sting is accompanied by a deep pleasure. 

"Please, please," Dewey swallows, "stop teasing, baby, please." 

"Since you asked so nicely…" 

You were planning to suck his dick but you're dripping and you need him just as much as he needs you right now. You fit your thighs on the outside of his, almost getting bucked off balance as he realizes oh shit, you're really done teasing and you sink down onto him with a gratuitous sigh. 

When your hips are pressed flush together, Dewey rocks his to feel something– anything. It's like you were made for each other. He's not going to last and frankly neither are you. His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass and push and pull to get you to work. 

"Come on baby," he says. "It's all yours. Take it." 

God he looks like a dream. You start to ride him at a steady pace and watch his eyes flutter for a moment. His hair's a fluffy mess, lip swollen from being bitten, stomach arms and chest littered with lipstick marks. It's not long before he's glistening with sweat and his hips are meeting yours to push you both closer to the edge. 

"M close," you grip his shoulders and ride him harder, "fuck! Dewey." 

"Almost…" Your fiancée catches your hips in a bruising grip to gain back some of the control. He knows when you come you'll slam back down and he'll have no choice but to come inside you. He pulls you towards him, making you bend and he captures a nipple in his mouth and drives his hips up, up, up until he feels you clamp down with a scream. 

You're too much and he barely pulls out before he's coming too. His pearly ejaculate paints your lower lips, your ass, and the last of it paints his own stomach. 

You're panting together in the moonlight, hugging each other fiercely to try and make the moment last just a little longer. In this crazy, fucked up world you managed to find your person and god help the world you should ever be parted again. 

[littledanette]

Forever a Teacher’s pet for this one. 👆💜

That’s him. That’s my boy. I love him.

[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

Hey lovelies,

Got you a short drabble. A beetlejuice x reader. And a Dewey Finn x reader.

Its NSFW... sexy times ahead.

Our boys having a stocking-thing going on....

Hope u enjoy 💕

Striped.

Beetlejuice had a thing for stockings and you knew it.

You saw these black and white striped ones and you just couldn't resist.

The look in his eyes when he saw you wearing them had been worth EVERY penny.

Beetlejuice his expression went from shocked, to amazed, to loving, to turned on in literally seconds. And you couldnt be happier.

He wasn't even touching you yet and he was already purring from happiness, at the other side of the room. His hair had changed from his natural green colour to a bright pink and his eyes were all adoration and hunger.

"Hey Beej... How was you-...."

Before you could finish your scentence he already launched himself towards you and flopped you both on the bed with a 'thump'.

You giggled at his eargerness and he growled in your ear as he let his eyes wander on your body. "...Babes!!... I... love the look! You look smoking hot..."

He reached out to squeeze your ass and he tugged your earlobe when he moaned growly, his lips touching your ear: "...You look ADORABLE in stripes..."

He attacked your throath, whining as he did so. Licking and nipping and tugging the delicate skin there. You threw your head back in pleasure and moaned his name. "Ahhh... Beej... please... touch me..."

He threw a cocky smile your way, he had you just were you wanted... just as needy for him as he was for you.

He tugged on your stocking, teasingly let it snap back against your thigh and you whined at the sensation. He chuckled, leaned in to kiss you and growled against your lips: "...Youknow the magic word babes..."

You sighed. Knowing he loved to feel in control and too turned on to turn back now you huskily breathed against his scruff: "...Please daddy... please... fuck me in my stockings..."

Beetlejuice smiled a lopsided smile, kissed you deeply and traced your stocking with his fingers when he purred back: "My absolute pleasure babes. I would love nothing more..."

..................................................................................

Lacy

You sighed deeply at the attention your hair was getting from the wandering hands of Dewey Finn. Dewey knew hair pulling was your biggest weakness, and you knew his was something odd. Stockings.

Having lacy lingerie on combined with stockings made the poor boy go grazy. Bonus added if you wore your leather jacket over your lacy white bra.

You found out by accident. But oh boy did you enjoy his weakness.

He murmered against your lips between kisses: "...music notes huh...? God you know me so well... So pretty... So innocent...such a pretty good girl..."

He tugged your bottom lip with his teeth, gave your hair a tug and growled hungrily: "...So hot, sweetheart..."

You moaned at his tug and raspy voice dirty talking to you: "Awh... hmmm... yes Dew..."

His eyebrows forrowed and he pulled away to look you in the eyes. His brown eyes shined with uncertainty shined "Hey... sweetheart... Are you okay?"

You smiled at the sweet gesture, kissing him deeply as a reply.

He hummed a bit and you pulled back. "I'm very okay... Thanx for checking rockstar..."

You kissed Dewey again and let your hands wander towards his bulge through his jeans. You brushed your hand over it and he let out a quiet needy whine.

His hands moved towards your legs and he brushed his fingers over your thighs, teasingly slow, towards your stockings. Deweys eyes were dark with lust as he eyed your legs hungerly, growling a bit as he bit his lower lip.

You kissed him again and he breathed between kisses: "Good thing love... i really love those stockings on you. You look so gorgeous... so ready... so needy for me..."

His hands found your hair again and he kissed you softly on your lips, you both moaned and panted when he pulled away. He mumbled between soft kisses and wandering hands: "Gosh, how i love you...."

You pecked his scruffy cheek, gliding your fingers through his brown curls and whispered back: "Love you too, rockstar..."

@ironmansuucks @paxenera @heknowshisherbs @hoodoo12 @large-unit @little-miss-shy-goth @thats-specific @vicunaburger @go-commander-kim @stranger-strings @gegehaddock @bugdrinkss

[memedemonhours]

Sold (Rockstar!Beetlejuice x Reader)

I woke up 2 my alarm and groaned. I rolled out of bed and threw on my The Sandworm Devours band tee shirt an ripped skinny jeans w fishnetz under them. I put on a chocker necklace and put my blondish/reddish/brunettish hair in a ponytail.

As I wuz putting a shit ton of black eyeliner on my blueish/browish/greenish orbs, my evil step mom kicked my door down and screamed

“(Y/N), pack ur bags bitch!!!! I sold u to buy cocaine!!!!!!”

“UGH WTF FINE” I threw all my clothez in2 my suitcase n backpack and stomped downstairs to see....ZOMG???? BEETLEJUICE THE ROCKSTAR????

Pls comment and like xoxo

[headoverhiddles]

For the word thing: Ass?

From an airport bathroom sex Marilyn x reader:

"I'm not fucking you after you were a complete asshole to me this morning!"

"I'm sorry if I came off as insensitive."

And

"Which is the perfect reason to fuck. I want you to beat my ass, bite me all over and tell me I've been a bad, bad boy. Fucking punish me."

From the Maniggy fic:

A shaky breath escaped Twiggy's lips as Marilyn got up, bright red hair skewed every which way and underwear sliding halfway down his ass.

From a backstage BJ Marilyn fic:

You saunter past him to grab some of the cake they had backstage, and Marilyn groans, watching your ass and wishing the after-party would start already.

From a morning sex Marilyn fic:

You lay on top of him, his hands holding your ass as you slowly move, comfortably grinding against his prominent morning wood as he gently runs his tongue along your lower lip.

From the John 5 x reader:

"Just let your inner asshole out, ladies love that," Piggy suggests, "She asks for a drink or something? Tell her get it herself! Be the rockstar that you are, man!"

"Ooh, refusing to get a woman a drink," Rob says, "We've got a real badass over here."

From a Nightmare Before Christmas fic:

He stares at you curiously. "Why? You worried you're on Oogie's list?"

You chuckle. "He wouldn't dare. My father's one of the most prominent citizens of Halloweentown."

"Mine too, doesn't stop that fleabag from threatening my ass every second Sunday."

From a Beetlejuice x reader celebration fluff fic:

He pulls you up by the arm, smacks your ass, and slams his lips into yours. It's sloppy, dirty, raunchy, and everything you love about Beej.

[strawberrybouvine]

Hey y'all I'm tired and have to get on the bus soon so take these rockstar!Beej stuff I thought up to past time !

Rockstar!Beetlejuice Headcanons ! 🎸🎤

Pretty much v similar to Musical Beej, though a bit more suave/smooth like outer wise

Band primarily plays punk rock music, taking advantage of Beej's scratchy/gruff vocals

Writes his own lyrics

Dabbles in other genres of music vocally, though he loves his hard hitting punk rock, smoother jams are also to his taste

Can play the ukulele , but he's lowkey embarrassed how good he is at it so he sticks to playing his electric guitar

His guitar is a custom model and has a paint job he designed. White trim and base coat, with alternating black stripes and green detailing make his instrument a real beauty

Bands name is The Sandworm Devors, he thought it was a kickass name and adores it to bits

Hair is still a mood ring, though the colored part is less pronounced in his hair than his musical counterpart.

They're more like fully dyed tips that too a bit farther and a good chunk of black is the rest

Takes complete advantage of how he looks, knows his fans adore how he presents himself and acts like a flirty fool to rile them up during shows

Loves meeting fans too ! Confidence booster when ya have lots of people hanging off what you say

Doesn't really do morning shows, is a complete hater of the sun and prefers his night time concerts completely

Wears mainly striped and/or black shirts, often paired with striped tight pants or black ripped ones if his mood is down for it

Also likes wear sleeveless shirts to show off his guns

Black slightly platformed punk boots are his favorite too, gives him a more lurching nature and makes him look more intimidating

Has natural eye bags, though he also wears some black eye shadow under/around his eyes and eyelids to give a more dramatic look to them

Piercings, all the piercings, one in his left eyebrow, a few in his ears. And those are only the ones you could see when he's out and about c;

Has the same insecurities as musical Beej though he covers them up a bit more. Though his hair gives him away

Stalks off and sulks when in a bad mood, playing his guitar or just walking around to burn off his energy

Probably smokes, its not going to kill him, might as well

Is a giant puppy that loves affection and yearns for his love interest

[strawberrybouvine]

Please give me some headcanons on how Rockstar!Beetlejuice would react finding out his S/O or crush can actually SING and even belt some parts of his songs.

Ohohoho anon, you're coming after my fluff loving heart !

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You and Beetlejuice have been dating for a while, and hes absolutely adoring over you

All your cute mannerisms, and rather shy nature has the boy absolutely smitten

Beetlejuice has even tried to convince you to come up on stage with him sometime, mostly cause he wants to show you off, but also to show people how awesome you are !

you've declined every time

Of course he pouts about it, but ultimately understands if your a bit stage shy

Or that your refusing is cause you're completely lacking in the musical department

Either way he's fine with his babes just chilling with him on his tours, he's just happy you're here with him

It was on one tour that he found out about your little secret

He had finished a show early, going to the green room set up for him and you, to relax a bit before the next performance

As he's going to the room, he pauses, hearing one of his songs playing

Beetlejuice creeps closer and notices an damn near angelic voice absolutely belting as passionately as they can

The rock star acts all sneaky like, pushing open the door to see you with your back to him

Your swaying back and forth to the beat of the song, matching the vocals on point, even hitting the gruffer more growly bits near perfectly

And damn, does he fall in love with you 1000x more then and there

"Holy shit, Babe!"

You jump, startled and whip around to see him with the biggest grin on his face, there are literal stars in his eyes

Realizing he heard you sing, you blush and cover your face, you weren't exactly confident in your voice and knowing your Rock star boyfriend heard you

Well...you wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole

You feel hands gently pull yours from where they're firmly placed over your face, you look up to see a nice blush settled on your boyfriends cheeks, and still wearing that giant grin

"Why didn't you tell me you can sing like that?" He asks,"you sound like a god damn angel !"

You mumble out an explanation, telling him of your self consciousness over your voice and other people hearing you sing

Beej is confused initially, but hey, self esteem is always a tricky thing, and he absolutely makes sure to compliment your voice any chance he gets

And those moments of you singing just for him?

Catch him absolutely melting and going absolutely gooey for his Babes beautiful voice

Also tries to convince you 10x harder to sing with him at some point lol

[strawberrybouvine]

jASPER!!! MY FREN!!!! I gotta ask for the sake of self-shipping science,, Who do you think would be more likely to fall for a soft silly s/o; rockstar!beej or musical!beej?

Scribs out here with the important questions !

That's a solid toughie, tho. Cause i just imagine both boys being so enamored with a soft/silly s/o

Rockstar!Beej is so drawn to his s/o, loving how sweet and kind and just everything about them !! When he's tired from a show, he immediately goes to them cause he knows they'll be willing to just hang about and cuddle with him if he needs it. They're just so attentive and he appreciated them so much !! He doesn't have to be all gruff and punk around them, they love him for him, even his softer or more insecure points and he just adores that shit so much !! Plus their silly side is just hella adorable to him. His babes can make all the silly corny jokes or phrases they want and they never fail to make him smile or chuckle.

Musical!Beej would absolutely fall hard for a soft s/o too !! They just compliment his more spooky/demon attributes and he knows they don't mind those bits either. Beetlejuice loves having them around, especially if his temper is hit, they just have to wrap him in their arms and hold him and he calms down. They're so understanding and he can't get enough of them ! And their silly nature also compliments his more pervy nature ! Also you both just adore ridiculous humour, humour that's kind of simple but you both into a fit of giggles.

Kfndksklaal both boys are just complete suckers and I love them !!

[hoodoo12]

Rock On (3/3)

Closure(?)! Includes some Dewey hcs.  Part 1, Part 2

As always, much thanks to @sofabearr for bringing these two to visual life (here, and here). And @beebeyjuice! SFW, Dewey x f!reader x Rockstar Beetlejuice 

Enjoy!

Beetlejuice didn’t sleep. Ghostly demonic nature, and all that. He could fake it pretty well, however, and it took him a few moments to realize you were slipping out of the opposite side of the bed. He watched as you padded to your discarded clothing and pulled it back on, before you realized Beetlejuice’s eyes were on you. You managed a small stiff smile. “Bye,” you whispered tightly, then left quietly. 

He heard you moving through the house, and then the door opening and closing. With a little more effort he heard a car start. He didn’t know if you’d said good-bye to Dewey.  He was still sleeping peacefully, so Beetlejuice didn’t think you had..

He eased off the mattress too, not waking his housemate.  Grabbing his clothing as well, he wished it back in place before tiptoeing out the door himself. 

.⁂

The next few days were awkward. Dewey had classes, of course, leaving Beetlejuice drifting aimlessly throughout the house by himself. They didn’t have any studio time scheduled, and he didn’t feel like picking up his guitar, so he stewed in his own worry. 

Time passed differently for him, when he wasn’t actively involved in breather’s lives, and before he knew it, it was the middle of the weekend, and he hadn’t spoken to Dewey all week. Had his housemate been avoiding him? He was driven, suddenly, by the need to find him.  He needed to talk to him, and apologize, and then leave him alone the rest of his life.

Dewey wasn’t upstairs, which didn’t really surprise Beetlejuice.  He only gave a cursory glance through the house before heading up to the roof. 

They both enjoyed the roof; it was flat enough for lawn chairs, and there’d been plenty of times they’d work on songs alone, or together, if they were drunk enough. There were no trees near the house, so there was an unobstructed view of the sky. Beetlejuice found Dewey not in a chair, not with his guitar, but on his back, staring straight up into the infinity of blue. 

His approach caused a shadow to fall over the horizontal man.  Dewy shifted his gaze and squinted up at him.

“Hey, BJ.”

“Hey.” He’d deny it if accused of getting soft, but asked politely, “Mind if I have a seat?”

“Always welcome.”

At least this was comfortable so far.

Beetlejuice dropped down cross-legged beside him.  He shifted so his shadow didn’t cover his friend’s face; if pressed, he wouldn’t have been able to say whether that was because he knew Dewey sometimes was inspired by just looking into the void, or if he did it so Dewey wouldn’t be able to see him properly.

Knowing no matter how long he sat here this wasn’t going to get any easier, Beetlejuice cleared his throat.  He decided to bulldoze his way through this horrible conversation.

“How . . . how’re you doing?”

“Me?” Dewey asked, as if there were a crowd of people around them and he needed to verify the question was directed towards him.  “Fine and dandy.”

“Really?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Beetlejuice sighed, and dropped it.  “And . . . how is . . . uh . . .” He wanted to fill in your name, but couldn’t complete the sentence.

Dewey, despite some indications otherwise, could be perceptive, and answered the question anyway.  “She’s . . . okay.”

Beetlejuice gave a quiet snort.  Bulldoze, he reminded himself.  “She didn’t seem too okay at the end of that night, or when she left the next morning.”

Dewey’s gaze left the sky and met his again. “Managers don’t get the luxury of sleeping in.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

Dewey nodded. He did. “I spoke with her yesterday.”

“Oh?” Beetlejuice tried to lilt the word to give it a polite curiousness. He was suddenly very interested the roof between his legs.

“We talked.”

“You talk with her a lot.”

Dewey nodded. “I like talking to her.  We get along well.”

A silence fell over them.  This bulldozing technique wasn’t working so well. Dewey finally spoke up while Beetlejuice was criticizing himself for being a wimp.

“We decided to take a break.  From each other.”

The announcement snapped Beetlejuice’s attention back to his friend.

“W-what?  Dewey, no!”  The guilt that had been gently simmering inside him flared up.

“It’s okay, BJ. Cross my heart.” Dewey drew an ex over his chest.

Beetlejuice leaned closer and started reaching his friend’s arm, then drew back as if he was burned.  He didn’t know what was appropriate now, after the events they’d shared that night.  As he’d done over and over since then, he berated himself for giving into lust, even if a release was offered on a platter before him..  If he’d only just continued to step back from himself and work harder at being levelheaded—

Dewey completed his motion for him and grabbed his wrist, then asked the pointed question Beetlejuice both did and didn’t want at the same time.

“What’s going on, Beej?”

Beetlejuice’s lips thinned for a moment. Bulldoze!  Doggedly he decided to just get it out.

“I’m sorry, Dewey.  I’m so sorry I fucked everything up!  Everything you had with her, everything between us—I know I’m a pretty shitty excuse of a—well not human being, but being, at least, and I know that my afterlife’s pretty much fucked—but I never, ever, meant to do that to yours.”

The stark confusion on Dewey’s face was unanticipated.  He hiked himself up on an elbow.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

After his quick outburst, Beetlejuice found himself tongue-tied again.  He could only shake his head miserably.  The roof was very interesting again.

“Hey—hey!” Dewey said, pushing Beetlejuice in the chest to force his attention back to him.  

He couldn’t keep his head up long, however, and Dewey continued even as his head dropped again.  “Beej, I don’t know what you’re talking about.  Ruining my life?  How do you figure that?  Do you know that since having you as a roommate and getting to play music with you, and going out on actual gigs, my life as been fucking amazing?”

Beetlejuice shook his head miserably.  “But now . . . because of me jumping into bed with . . . her—and you . . . everything is weird and she’s gone . . . “

Dewey’s’s forehead wrinkled.  “That was our choice, Beej,” he contradicted.  “You didn’t insist on that—if anything, we coerced you!”

“I shouldn’t have even considered it.  I should have just—“

“Didn’t you like it?”

Beetlejuice glanced up at the plaintive note in Dewey’s voice.  The man’s dark eyes punctured to the back of his skull.

“. . . yes.  Yes!” he answered truthfully.  “. . . but then it started getting . . . weird . . . she got a little . . . weird . . .”

Dewey sighed.  “Yeah.  She got a little . . . weird.  Do you know why?  Do you want to know why?”

A little half-shrug, half-nod accompanied, “I figured it was something I did—“

“Whatever you figured, it’s wrong.”

The abrupt cut-off surprised him a little, and he risked a quick glance at his friend again.

Dewey sighed again.  “It wasn’t you at all, BJ. She was on board for the entire experience.  Honestly! She got that way—weird—because of me.”

Another glance.

“All me!  I know you don’t know her as well I as do—“ Beetlejuice snorted in agreement.  “—and she was really excited about all of it.  And when it started, she was even more happy that I had a hard-on . . .”

Dewey’s voice faded away for a moment.  Not quite understanding what he was trying to drive at, the specter remained silent. Dewey gave himself a shake.

“That’s bizarre to hear from another guy, isn’t it?  ‘Course, we frenched that night, so that might bring down the uncomfortable-ness quotient quite a bit, huh?”

A slight tease flavored the query.

“You’re a good kisser,” Dewey continued lightly, tapping Beetlejuice’s chest again.  “You prob’ly know that, though.”

A self-conscious smile flitted over Beetlejuice’s face.  “You’re not bad yourself,” he replied.

“Oh, go on!” flirted Dewey coquettishly.

Beetlejuice laughed aloud; Dewey smiled back at him.

The two sat comfortably for a moment, and then Dewey shook himself again.

“Anyway. She was happy that it might have meant we could have had actual sex . . .”

Beetlejuice was suddenly sober again.

“. . . but I lost my erection.  So, even as hot as everything was, it was back to normal for us.”

 “You lost your . . .” He cleared his throat to avoid having to repeat the word.  As comfortable as he was with lots of topics about sex, Dewey was right: it was bizarre to hear about problems like that spoken out loud and frankly.  A thought struck him out of the blue, and he couldn’t keep the horror out of his voice when he asked, “Because we kissed?”

“What?  Oh, no.  Not because of that,” Dewey laughed.  Laughed!  “I’m not gay, but that kiss was intense.”

As Dewey paused for a moment, Beetlejuice waited for the inevitable question: was he gay?  Bi? Or what where demon ghosts anyway?  It wasn’t anything that they’d discussed before, but from experience he knew that not hesitating to kiss another man threw up red flags.  Early in his life, when he felt the need to define himself, he realized he was pan.  He didn’t think Dewey was going to have a problem with a semi-coming out, but you never could tell— 

Dewey, however, only smirked at the memory of the kiss, then drew his attention back to the conversation.

“It had nothing to do with that,” he reassured his friend.  “It’s just that . . . well, with these stupid meds I take—they’re not stupid, I know they’re a good thing—but one of the more . . . common, uh . . . side effects is a short circuit for my junk’s hydraulic lift.”

 “Oh.  That’s . . . shitty.” Beetlejuice grimaced as those words came out.  Wow, what a horrible thing to say to a man who knows he’s got erectile dysfunction, he thought.

“Yeah,” Dewey agreed affably.  “Happens on a more-frequent-than-not basis.  And whether or not I’ve just made out with another man or ghost, apparently.  So it had nothing to do with you, okay?”

Beetlejuice gave a quick nod.

“But it upset her.  I tried to make it up to her—“ Dewey waved his hand in the air to indicate his activity between her legs from that night; Beetlejuice didn’t even need that non-verbal motion to know what he meant, he’d probably never get that image out of his mind, “—but you know how women are.  Once they get their mind set on something . . .” 

Beetlejuice nodded again.

“Heck, I’m just happy she didn’t get all pissy and call the whole thing off, you know?”

Beetlejuice swallowed.  “She seemed pretty insistent that she do something for you.”

“Yeah, well.  I guess I’m happier that that worked out too.  Most times, once he’s down,” here he used his chin to nod towards his crotch, “he’s out for the count.  Maybe you being there—you and your sultry lips!—helped.”

 “So . . . she was upset . . . “

“She was upset that I couldn’t perform for her,” Dewey filled in patiently.  “And upset for me, thinking I’d be embarrassed because you saw it.  She didn’t want you touching her after awhile so she could focus completely on me.”

That was a subtle way to tell him that not everything, every time, revolved around Lawrence Betelgeuse Shoggoth.

“Oh,” he managed to respond.  “But you said you two were going to take a break . . .”

“Yep.  I don’t have the all-encompassing humiliation reflex she does when it comes to my . . . problem.  I chalk it up to that’s just the way it is.  Real Zen.  So I try to make it up to women in other ways.”  He winked suggestively.  “But she wanted some time to wrap her head around me not being totally ashamed. “So we decided to take a break. She said we can still work professionally together. Good managers are hard to find, you know?”

Beetlejuice opened his mouth. He wanted to ask how that was going to work, having a manager who’d slept with the two of them, but wisely shut his mouth again. Instead he asked quietly, “Do you regret it? That night?” Dewey made a show of studying him critically. “Never in my wildest, most drugged up dreams would I have ever imagined that I’d have a threesome with a girlfriend and a ghost. Gonna give it nine out of ten for originality. Only a six out of ten for waiting so long to do it, though.”

Beetlejuice chuckled.  It was nice to feel like he could do that again..  “Thanks, man.” He paused. “We good, then?”

Dewey nodded. “We never weren’t, Beej.”

Beetlejuice grinned. At least he hadn’t lost everyone, again. 

fin.