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beetlebitchywitch · 5 years ago

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So Much as Whimper

OK so I know I have a LOT of requests sitting in my inbox right now, but this idea just would not leave me alone, so here’s a little mafia!beej in your life!

Also spoiler alert: this is all @yankyo‘s fault

NSFT WARNING

If you so much as whimper, you’re not cumming for a week.

He’s regal, you think, the way he sits in his chair. He treats it as if it were a throne, his posture tall and confident as his eyes surveyed the room, not one of his men daring to meet his gaze for longer than a moment. Your chair, directly next to his, is shorter, forcing you to look up at him from below, the soft lamp light creating a fuzzy halo around his slicked-back hair. The thought of him as an angel almost makes you want to snicker, but you bite your tongue- this meeting is incredibly important to the future of Beetlejuice’s organization, and the associate he’s meeting with is notorious for punishing those who speak out of turn. You know he’d never lay a finger on you, unless he cared to lose it of course, but you’d never want to be the reason someone looked at your don in a negative light. He had a reputation to uphold, after all.

The very thought made your body tremble with excitement.

“Gentlemen,” he began, immediately drawing your attention. His eyes were trained on his men, but his hand was placed securely on your thigh- perfect. “I’d like to welcome my dear friend and associate Ale-”

His smooth words were suddenly choked off, his fingers digging into your thigh as his entire body seemed to tense up. Every eye in the room immediately rushed to take him in, confused looks worn on each face. Gee, you thought, whatever could be wrong with him?

If you so much as whimper, you’re not cumming for a week.

“Somethin’ the matter, boss?” one of the clones piped up from the corner. As quickly as it came, the tension dissipated, his body relaxing back into his chair. His fingers, however, never released the firm grip on your thigh- a warning. You shot him a sweet smile, placing your hand over his and squeezing gently- your reply was the small remote hidden in the palm of your hand, pressing into his skin. You just barely contained your glee at his nervous gulp.

“Are you alright, sir? If there’s anything I can do for you, please tell me,” you murmured, your honeyed voice so saturated with sweetness it was practically dripping to the floor. No one else would ever sense the hidden sourness in your words…no one but Beetlejuice.

“No, I’m just fine,” he replied in a strained voice, finally releasing his iron-clad grip on your thigh. “Thank you, pet.” A deep chuckle pulled your attention across the table, where his associate grinned smugly, his arms folded in front of him.

“What an interesting little breather you’ve found for yourself, Beetlejuice,” he remarked, his eyes sliding over your small, unassuming frame. “And so well-behaved! My my, you have the most incredible luck.”

“What can I say, Alexandre? She knows her place, don’t you, sweetness?” he asked, reaching out to run his fingers gently through your hair. You leaned happily into his touch, eyes slipped shut and lips upturned the softest grin.

“Of course, sir,” you replied politely. Gentle, poised, and obedient: that was the air you gave off each time you sat in that chair by Beetlejuice’s side. But today, the minute the others’ eyes flitted to another part of the room, yours darted to meet his. You reveled in the way they widened as your grin first grew mischievous, then smug, then finally downright wicked. He barely had time to take a breath before you pressed the button again; the plug you’d pressed inside him that morning buzzed to life once more, pressing torturously against the sensitive spots that sent stars dancing across his eyes.

Yes, you thought, I do know my place.

He gripped the arm of his chair tighter but maintained his composure as he began his welcome again, his voice a bit shaky but otherwise as melodious as ever. Good boy.

The meeting lasted all of 30 minutes, Alexandre all too willing to comply with Beetlejuice’s offer of partnership if it meant getting to see his précieux trésor in the future. You paid careful attention to every word that came out of their mouth, but not because you were interested in whatever turf war they were setting themselves up for. Inside, you were only interested in when Beetlejuice opened his mouth- you turned the plug on the minute a word left his lips and turned it off each time Alexandre replied. For the full 30 minutes, you listened so incredibly closely, ears open for any hint of a whine, a whimper, or even a moan from your don. Each time you pressed that evil little button, you drank in the sight of him twitching in his seat, wanting so badly to grind his hips down onto the plug or up into the air seeking friction but refusing to let his men or, God forbid, Alexandre in on his little secret. He took everything you gave him without ever losing the regal air that surrounded him; your pride for him grew with each passing minute.

Sadly, it had to finish all too soon. The two dons stood, their men all filing out ahead of them as they approached each other for a handshake to seal their newfound partnership. You remained in your seat, your body practically vibrating in anticipation of your grand finale.

Just as Beetlejuice took Alexandre’s hand, you turned the vibrator up to its highest setting.

This time, your grin was entirely uncontained as you watched Beetlejuice fight to keep his knees from buckling as he came in his pants, his free hand clenched in a fist at his side while the other hand tightened its already firm grip. He managed to remain standing, but you could see the tremble in his muscles even from your spot at the table, so you knew for sure that Alexandre noticed. You could see the nervousness in Beej’s eyes as he came down from that high, but whatever Alexandre thought was going on, it was clearly incorrect, as he released his hand from the handshake to give him a friendly clap on the back.

“I know, it is hard to believe that we have come so far. Do try to contain yourself, though, mon amie, or your pet may get the wrong idea.” And with a wink and another firm handshake, Alexandre was out the door, leaving only you and your don behind.

His knees hit the floor before you could make it to him, but you quickly pulled his limp body into your arms, petting his hair as he gasped into your chest.

“Shh, darling, I know,” you cooed, stroking his back lovingly. God, he was so gorgeous after he came. “You were so good for me, so very, very good.”

“Go…fuck yourself,” he panted, struggling to catch his breath as he glared up at you. “That was 30 ever-lovin’ minutes of torture and you fuckin’ know it.”

“Oh, is that how it’s going to be, then?” you asked, the sharpness in your voice making his eyes widen once more. Fuck. “Alright. You can keep that plug in for the rest of the night then, brat. We’ll see if that attitude of yours improves by bedtime.”

And with that, you pressed the button once more and sauntered out of the room, smirking victoriously as you heard nothing but silence.

If you so much as a whimper, you’re not cumming for a week.

I don’t write enough of Beetlejuice as a sub so here you fuckin’ go my dudes

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demonwifey · 5 years ago

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Lost Time

Hey guys, so this is my first story being put up on my Beetlejuice blog. It’s waaayyy longer than what I expected to write but I hope you guys enjoy it either way! I actually got this prompt from @scrawl-your-heart-out

Prompt: “Have you ever kissed anyone?” “No” They kissed them. “Well,” they said smiling, “Now you have”

word count: 3,335

Warnings: Cursing

Hope you guys enjoy!

It was another Saturday night at Y/N’s apartment. Her friends made plans to go out earlier in the week but everything inevitably got cancelled after her best friend came down with a bad case of the stomach flu. Y/N called her friend and asked if she needed her to come over.

“No, just stay home. The last thing I want is to give it to you guys and then we all are sick.” Which was immediately followed by the sound of her vomiting harshly through the phone speaker. With that, Y/N cringed at the noise but knew there was no point in trying to argue.

Despite the turn of events, Y/N wouldn’t be alone. For the past few months she found her apartment to be accompanied by the striped-suit-wearing demon named Beetlejuice. Even though she hoped for her friend’s better health, a small part of her was happy that she was free for the night. And she knew the dead man would be excited as well. Especially when they used to hang out almost on a regular basis. The self-proclaimed “Ghost with the Most” came into her life after she met Delia and Charles Deetz at her college’s job fair.

***

Charles was there working at a booth with the business department and giving info to students about his real estate work. It didn’t really interest Y/N too much as she was studying graphic design but she couldn’t help but notice the crystal shaped necklace hanging around Delia’s neck while she stood next to Charles while passing out pamphlets. Y/N of course walked up to the booth to compliment the red-haired woman and ask where she got it from. To which she later found herself stuck in an almost 30 minute conversation with Delia about charms, crystals, random positivity quotes, and something about her guru named Otho.

While Delia was talking Y/N happened to glance down at the pamphlet she didn’t even realize she had been handed. She looked at the picture of the house on the front and spoke.

“Wait, this is your house? Isn’t this the house everyone swears up and down is haunted?” To which both Delia and Charles stiffened in their places.

After exchanging information with Delia, she basically convinced Y/N to buy more and more crystals like her, she found herself hanging out at the Deetz's more than she would’ve thought. Especially after being introduced to Charles’ daughter Lydia. At age 23, Y/N would’ve never thought she had so much in common with a 15 year old. They both enjoyed the same music and shared an interest in photography.

Of course when Charles and Delia caught on to their bonding, they eventually asked Y/N to ‘babysit’ Lydia here and there. Lydia definitely would have protested had she not had so much in common with the other girl. So the two of them didn’t really count it as babysitting, and more of just hanging out.

Of course when the pair started hanging out an introduction to the green haired dead man wasn’t far behind. One night while Lydia and Y/N were sharing photos and designs with each other, the next thing to be heard was a loud “WHAT THE FUUUUCK” coming from the kitchen. All she wanted was a simple snack and now she was standing in front of a random man as he was swallowing a whole box of cereal. The man dropped the box at her screaming and stared at her in shock. Before Y/N could say anything else, Lydia ran in right behind her trying to babble up any explanation she could. For a moment everything grew silent and the green haired stranger stared into Y/N’s eyes and a dopey lovesick grin grew onto his face as he spoke.

“Hi.”

After that night Y/N and Beetlejuice started to hang out on the regular. Once Lydia explained the demon’s presence and how to summon him, the college girl would often summon him without thinking about it. Mr. Ghost with the Most was an odd but fun presence to be around. Whether it was him telling her stories about the Netherworld or showing her the different things he could do with his powers, Y/N found herself all too intrigued.

Thankfully at this point it was summer break so the two of them had time to hang out without any of Y/N’s school distractions. Y/N would call and Beetlejuice was there before she could even blink. Of course with all the time they were spending together, feelings began to arise of both parts.

Of course Y/N tried to not let it get the best of her. Especially when Beetlejuice seemed like the biggest flirt of the universe. He’s been alive for how many centuries? Why wouldn’t he be the one to fool around with anything dead or alive? And why would a man that’s been alive for so long want to deal with someone so inexperienced, like herself? These were all questions Y/N would ask herself whenever she thought heavily into her feelings about Beetlejuice. And all of those questions were about to be answered.

***

While they had so much time to spend over summer break, unfortunately it had ended before they knew it. With the fall semester here, Y/N was back busy with classes and didn’t have much time for Beetlejuice. It had been a while since the pair hung out for a full day. Beetlejuice’s time with her only seemed to be shrunk down to weekends, if even that at times. Having to hear him go on and on about how much he missed her company or seeing the extremely ecstatic face he made when she walked in the door pulled at her heart strings.

Y/N was currently getting the living room ready for her and Beej to hang out. She lined up all of his favorite scary movies from her Netflix account. She of course had to make around 4 bags of popcorn because Beej tended to eat more than she did. He would always scarfing down a whole bowl before she could even get one kettle. She moved her coffee table aside and set up multiple blankets and pillows on the floor.

Everything was perfect. Now all Y/N needed to do was call the dead man. She sat down on the couch to stay out of the way, whenever she called he always seemed to pop up in any location. And she learned her lesson after one incident where she called and the demon pop-up right next to her and tripped on top of her. Of course Beetlejuice wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t make a crude sexual joke with a smirk on his face. To which Y/N’s whole face turned red and she shoved him away.

“Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice.” Y/N said loud enough through the whole apartment. The air shifted and a puff of green smoke surrounded her. The young woman coughed and swatted her hands around to clear the smoke away. Y/N looked up with a smile on her face but it quickly changed to a confused frown. She didn’t even see Beetlejuice. She looked around for a second only to see him lying on the blankets she’d just placed out. He propped himself up on one arm, legs crossed, and... was that a dead rose in between his teeth? That’s when Beetlejuice spoke.

“‘Sup, dollface? Finally ditched the losers to get some sweet lovin’ from the B-man I see.” He mumbled through the rose before spitting it out. Y/N rolled her eyes before laughing at the man.

“Oh my god. Okay first, my friends aren’t losers. Second, no I didn’t call you to get ‘some sweet lovin’.” Y/N said in between giggles to which Beej’s eyebrows furrowed together. He sat himself up.

“You’ve got to be kidding, babes. No one sets up the floor like this unless they’re about to have a good ol’ all night fu-”

“Shut up, Beej. Jesus.” Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose trying to hide the faint blush. “I called you here because Gabby got sick and we all had to cancel our plans. So I figured the two of us could have a movie night.” She fiddled with her fingers. Beetlejuice’s already golden eyes light up even more. He quickly crawled towards her and grabbed the sides of her thighs. The young woman jumped at the sudden contact.

“You mean it, babes? We get to hang out all night?”

Y/N tried her best to respond but was still taken aback by his gesture. Sure, she was already used to his cold hands; Beej was always affectionate with her. He would always grab her into a giant bear hug or lay his arms around her while they watched TV on the couch. And don’t even mention the times he would lift her chin with his finger like he was going to kiss her while they talked. But the fact that he was gripping her bare thighs so tightly was sending her embarrassment into overdrive. Y/N shook her head slightly to try and push away the lewd thoughts she was having.

“Y-yeah, Beej. I-I mean we never hang out anymore. We should take the opportunity while we can.” Y/N moved her hands over his to move them away as she stood up. She ignored the look of disappointment on his face. “What do ya’ say?”

The dead man smirked “I say, FUCK YEAH!”

***

The rest of the night consisted of laughs, mostly Beej’s, through Y/N’s apartment. Even though the movies picked were some of the world’s top classic horror films, Beetlejuicce saw them as comedies. The pair sat on the blanket nest with Beej’s head resting on Y/N’s lap and his striped jacket around her shoulders.

“Why does he keep trying to help her? If she keeps falling just leave her dumbass there!” Beej screamed at the TV with clear frustration in his voice. His anger only made Y/N laugh.

“Jeez Beej, harsh much? Maybe she’s the love of his life.” The young woman spoke while grabbing some popcorn. The both made a conscious decision to use his stomach as a table to hold the bowl. Beetlejuice scoffed.

“Give me a break, babes. Someone that stupid couldn’t possibly be the love of someone’s life.” He followed her action and grabbed some popcorn as well; crunching the popcorn loudly as to show more of his anger.

“Oh come on, there’s someone out there for everyone. Even if they do fall at the worst times.” Y/N laughed as he girl on screen screeched in horror as the murderer ran towards her.

“Yeah whatever. Thankfully no one’s found you yet and I get to keep you to myself, sweets.” Beetlejuice spoke as he cuddled himself up more against her. She only rolled her eyes.

“Plan on it staying that way too.” Beetlejuice looked up from his spot.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N stopped chewing her popcorn for a second.

“Uh...nothing Beej. It was just a joke. Look, the girl fell again!” She tried to cover up by fake laughing and pointing at the TV. Beej wouldn’t budge though. He sat up next to her and looked with a small amount of seriousness.

“No, what’s supposed to mean, babes? You don’t think there’s some other breather out there for you?” Beetlejuice made sure she knew he wasn’t planning to drop the subject. Y/N began playing with the hem of her pajama shorts.

“I-I. I mean kinda. At least not right now.” She mumbled not looking at him. The demon scrunched his face in confusion.

“Why not? Look at you, Y/N! Not only are you a total babe, you’re super smart. You’re funny. You make the best waffles ever. You’re crazy creative-”.

“And I’ve never been in a relationship.” Y/N said harshly. She flinched at her own tone once she saw the look on Beetlejuice’s face. There was a beat of silence before Beej spoke again.

“...What?” He asked silently. Y/N stood up off the floor, letting his jacket floor behind her. The demon watched it plop to the floor and then looked back up at her as she walked around the couch. “Come on, babes. You’re just kidding.”

“No, I’m not. I’ve never been in a relationship, Beej. I’m 23 going on 24 and I still have yet to date anybody.” She looked down at him and all he did was cock his head to the side and listen.

“I mean I’ve gone on dates but they never led anywhere. They’re usually just some guys my friends set me up with that aren’t that interested anyway. They always expect me to be like a clone of my friends. All giggly, and cutesy, and sexy, and flirty and...-and just not me! Ever since high school no guy has ever looked my way unless they were looking at the person standing next to me. I don’t turn heads. I don’t get people looking at me wherever I go. And it’s not even their fault, it’s also mine. I don’t go anywhere unless my friends drag me out. I stay home and do my own thing by myself. It just is what it is, Beej. Sometimes some people are just meant to stay alone.” As Y/N ended her rant she felt a small amount of tears build up in her eyes.

Y/N had always felt lonely until Beej came along. Even with her friends and family she always felt alone. Of course she felt bad about it. She wanted companionship, someone to talk to. Someone who was a friend and a lover. Someone she could talk to about anything and everything. And she thought she would never find that. So when Y/N came to that conclusion, she left it alone. Until a certain dead man came into her life.

The young woman didn’t realize she had been pacing back and forth behind the couch until Beetlejuice walked in front of her. She was determined not to let him see her tears but when she looked into his golden eyes she saw a mix of concern, sternness, sympathy, and worry. After that, her tears made small streaks down her cheeks.

“Just forget it, Beej. It wasn’t even that serious. Look, we've missed the ending.” She slightly whimpered, looking at the TV to see the credits rolling. While wiping the tears on her hoodie sleeve she went to move around him but he stood in front of her. Beetlejuice still didn’t speak and that only made her worry more. What was he going to say? What was he thinking? Y/N froze when the demon grabbed her face and wiped the remaining tears with the pads of his thumbs. His eyes softened as he looked into hers.

“Just one question, babes.” He spoke softly, almost like a whisper. At this point, Y/N was sure blush was covering her entire face. “If you’ve never been in a relationship, have you ever kissed anyone?”

The question caught her off guard. Of course she never kissed anyone though. She got close around 3rd grade during recess when a boy pulled her towards the swing and tried to kiss her. Only to be stopped when all of his friends caught them and started making fun of them.

“No. Never.” Y/N answered quietly while looking down to the floor. She wasn’t sure what embarrassed her more, the question or the answer. Surely Beej was going to make another joke causing her to be even more embarrassed. Before she could say anything else, the man moved her face towards her and placed his lips on top of hers.

Y/N hated the cliches of sappy romance movies and novels. Despite all of the same tropes she’d see, she finally agreed on one thing. Her first kiss was like fireworks. She felt like she was on cloud nine. While she didn’t necessarily know what to do, she was determined to figure it out. Y/N leaned into Beej’s lips with a relieved sigh, and much to her embarrassment, a light moan. She prayed to every and God there was that Beej didn’t notice it. But oh, he noticed.

The sound encouraged him to move one hand from her cheek to around her waist. Y/N nuzzled her cheek more into his hand and moved her own hands to his chest. All Y/N could do was let Beetlejuice take control. He deepened the kiss by pulling her closer and pushing his lips more onto hers. She had to push herself up on her toes to reach him even more.

But before Y/N could move her hands up further to his neck, he pulled his head back, ending the kiss abruptly. All Y/N could do was let out a slight whine while Beetlejuice chuckled in response.

“Well, now you have.” Beetlejuice said while smiling down at her. It took Y/N a second but she then realized what he meant. All she could do was giggle and hide her face in his chest. Beetlejuice laughed with her and wrapped his arms around her tightly.

“Let me tell you, babes. I’ve been waiting for so long to do that.” The demon spoke softly as he placed his chin on top of her head. There was a beat of silence before Y/N moved her head back and looked at him with her eyebrows furrowed.

“What?” Beej looked down at her sweetly before it turned to slight fear. Y/N moved out of his arms and inched forward causing him to back up. You mean to tell me, you liked me this entire time and never said anything?” Her voice rising. He threw his hands up.

“I-I figured you needed time. I know it can be overwhelming having this much man cake to yourself, doll.” He backed himself around the couch and plopped down back to the floor. Y/N stood over him with her hands on her hips.

“Beetlejuice, I’m over here hiding my feelings and thinking there could be nothing between us...ugh! Do you realize how much sooner we could’ve done that?” She said in mock with a little bit real anger in their voice. Beej sat up, crossed his legs, and smirked at her.

“Hiding your feelings, you say?” Beej inched forward and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Ugh, yes. I-I’ve liked you for the longest, Beej. I just never said anything. But you felt the same so I’m not the only one at fault!” She yelled and turned her head to the side to look away from him. She could feel Beetlejuie staring at her.

“Y/N.” He spoke softly from the floor. She still didn’t move or look back. She heard him moving towards her and she finally looked down. He sat on his knees in front of her and moved his hands slowly up her thighs. This time she didn’t move. She only stared into his eyes like he had her in a trance. The demon man gazed at her with a more mischievous grin on his face.

“Let’s make up for lost time.”

Hope you guys enjoyed!

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ironmansuuucks · 4 years ago

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Hey... can i make request with you sweetheart? I was thinking.... Since i want dreads but everyone hates themmmm... Coming home with dreads and Dewey lovin them? Comforting you cause he knows a lot of people dont like them? Thanx love 🧡

love love love this request so much🥺 I hope this is okay my lovely, never let anyone change who you are! And Dewey Finn would 100% say to do whatever the hell you want and to stick it to the man if they don’t agree🤘🏻

Dewey Finn x reader

Also, your aesthetics never fail to amaze me @thewolfisapartofmysoul 🧡

You were high on life when you drove your car home from the hairdressers. You had actually done it. You had been talking about it and thinking about it for so long, but so many people had put you off with their negative comments.

Dewey had told you to fuck em. They mean nothing to you and do it for you and you only. So there you were. Driving to meet Dewey back at the house. With a whole new style.

You had finally went and got dreadlocks.

You did have a little anxiety about it. You knew some of your family and friends wouldn’t be best pleased, and what if Dewey secretly hated them?

No, no Dewey loves me for me. Not for what I look like. He’s not shallow. He’s not.

You convinced yourself as you walked into your shared house.

Dewey was already home. It was Saturday and he didn’t work Saturdays. You told him you had an early shift today so he wouldn’t know and it would be a surprise.

You tried to be as quiet as possible, but that damn musician heard everything.

“honey? Is that you?” he called from the back of the house.

You silently cursed your clumsy self for dropping the keys. “yeah babe it’s me”.

“you’re early! I’m in the conservatory – come join me for snuggles when your comfortable baby!” he enthused.

You smiled at how cute your fluffy rock star was. He loved it when you got away early. “I’ll be two mins dew!” you replied as you rushed to the bedroom.

You quickly changed into some joggers and one of Dewey’s band tees, running your hand through your new hair before you left the room, making sure it was sitting alright. It felt so different. You loved it.

You skipped through to the conservatory, with a bag of sour patch kids you picked up from the store (they were Dewey’s favourite), excited and a little anxious to see what Dewey would say.

You appeared in the doorway, you crossed your feet and held the sweets behind your back. Acting all cute.

“hey baby..” you started.

Dewey looked over at you from the couch. He sat up, ready for you to join him.

“hey sweetheart how was- oh. My. Gosh.” His eyes widened when he noticed your hair, and a smile creeped onto his face and ended in a little blush. He liked it a lot.

“watcha gawking at handsome?” you joked, swaying side to side.

Dewey could not take his eyes off of you, he was practically drooling.

“oh, you know, only my smoking hot, dread-head girlfriend.. come plant that sexy lil ass over here please” he tapped his hands on his thighs, practically begging you to join him.

You held up the sour patch kids in front of him before you went over, shaking them lightly, teasingly.

Dewey raised his eyebrows.

“oh? And she comes bearing treats?” he smacked his lips and chuckled a little.

You walked over to him, and sat on his lap, your legs straddling his thighs. Dewey’s hands instantly went to your hair, the sweets being disregarded in his mind. You put them on the couch next to you.

His fingers ran through your locks, studying them. “did they hurt?” he quizzed.

“nah not really, it wasn’t too bad – she tugged it a little now and then which kinda hurt but apart from that it was fine!” you replied, putting your hands up to his face, scratching his scruff lightly. “do you like em’?” you said anxiously.

“like em?!?!” he said dramatically. “babe.. I freaking love em’! I mean you were hot without them but, my god… do you like em’?” he asked lovingly. His hands moved down to your waist, rubbing circles on the skin underneath your (his) t-shirt.

“I love em!” you gleamed. “but… I’m just not sure what my friends and family will think..” your excited face fell a little.

One of Dewey’s hands shot up to your face and smoothed it with his thumb.

“who cares what they think lovebug… you like it and that’s all that matters! And if they don’t like it? Fuck em’, shouldn’t matter to them anyway.. and besides… stick it to the man, right?” he smiled into your eyes. He brought your head forwards and kissed your hairline.

“your right Dew, stick it to the man..” you grinned as you looked up at him and smiled.

“and, to me, dreadlocks are a sign of strength – almost like a lions mane.. your hair doesn’t need to be fixed, no matter what anyone says! It’s societies narrow fucking minded view that needs to be fixed! Don’t let them change you.. or rearrange you, promise? My little dread-head rebel?”.

You grinned at him, “I promise, my handsome Rockstar”.

He kissed you lovingly. Again, and again, and again.

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