Can you pretty pretty please do more writings with hair-color changing Beetlejuice they make my heart to !!!!💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜😘😘😘👌👌👌👌🙌🙌
Thank you for sending me this prompt! No, but seriously…Thank you.
OH MY GOD, I did not realize how obsessed I am with his hair-color changing until I started writing this! Well, guilty as charged. I find it hot as hell. I have absolutely no logical explanation as to why that is, but... there you have it.
So...yeah. Just so you guys know, this prompt is going to be divided into multiple parts.
(..at least, if you like it enough!)
Gettin’ a lil spicy...Here we go! 👏🏻💕💚
DISCOVERING BEETLEJUICE’S HAIR COLORS - Part 1
You knew pretty much from the start that green was Beej’s primary hair color. And honestly, you loved it from the first moment. Green hair would look so weird on anybody else, but on him? It somehow seemed perfect for him. It almost seemed like a part of his personality.
But in fact, even the green changed shades at times. You’d begun to notice it almost by accident. You’d discovered that his locks shone a more emerald green when he was feeling playful, and turned a darker shade when he was scheming something or whenever he was feeling mischievous.
You had been paying particular attention to his hair since you’d started getting closer to him. And truthfully, pretty soon you’d found yourself becoming slightly obsessed with it. The way he slicked it back in a tall, fluffy looking green tuft. The way it stood out against his pale complexion and greenish brown eyes. The way it felt soft, so incredibly soft when you ran your fingers through it - oh, yes. And what a glorious day it had been when you’d discovered that was one of his weak spots. You’d almost started to believe he didn’t have any, and damn…for once, you were very pleasantly surprised to find out you were wrong. Of course, you’d discovered it almost by accident…
It was a rainy Saturday night and you had absolutely nothing to do. Work had been exhausting all week, and all you were looking forward to was having a calm, peaceful weekend wrapped up in comfy clothes and binging on junk food and bad reality shows. You’d told Beej to come over, of course. Lately, the two of you had been spending more and more time together. In fact, it seemed like you barely did anything separated these days… At least when you weren’t busy at work or out with friends since, you know, in that case bringing a ghost along probably wasn’t the greatest idea. Maybe it was odd, you wanting to spend so much time with him. But then again, you weren’t exactly known for your exceptional social skills. You liked having him around. He didn’t make you feel nervous or awkward like almost everyone else did. Plus, he always made you laugh. Even when he exaggerated, with his absurd sense of humor and dirty jokes, he was fun.
So there you were, the two of you laying on your couch after dinner as you absentmindedly flipped through the channels and he lounged besides you. His body was sprawled across the couch, his feet propped up on the cushions and his head laying on your lap. His black and white striped jacket had been tossed to the side on a nearby chair. He had rolled up his sleeves and loosened his green tie. He was staring at the ceiling, arms crossed lazily across his chest as he rolled his thumbs mindlessly and seemed to be lost in thought. Suddenly, you sigh deeply. He turned his face towards you.
“What was that, babes?”
“I was just thinking…” you mumbled, pouting slightly.
“About me?” He suggested, raising an eyebrow.
“About…what I want for dinner,” you replied, unfazed by his terrible attempt at flirting.
“Wow.”
“What?”
“Babes, you…” he looked at you intently, shaking his head slightly, and for a very weird moment you wondered what he was about to say. Of course, he didn’t disappoint. “…You never stop thinking about food, do you?”
You scoffed, “Yeah, and you never stop thinking it’s always about you, do you?”
He merely shrugged. “Hey, not my fault if I’m a gorgeous piece of man candy, babes.”
“The unfathomable size of your ego never fails to astound me,” you comment, rolling your eyes and realizing a split second later how easily you’d just served him his next tacky sex joke. And sure enough…
“Oh, the size of my ego is definitely unfathomable, baby…” he purred, stretching his back lazily and purposefully dragging his head against your legs as he did so. “You should see for yourse-”
You smacked his chest, frowning. “Knock it off, you weirdo!”
He grinned at you, and you noticed his hair glow with an emerald shine. He was playing with you, as always. And he was enjoying himself, as always. You smiled back at him, shaking your head and bopping his nose affectionately. His hair shone even brighter and his smile widened. You felt a strange tug at your stomach. Hmm. That was weird. You broke eye contact and switched channel. Seeing what was on, you tapped his chest again and beckoned towards the tv with your head. “Hey look…it’s that awful ghost hunters reality show you love to hate.”
“Uuuh, those guys are the worst!”
He turned around excitedly, shifting his body and settling down to watch the show. He nestled his head on your lap, mindlessly rubbing his cheek against your thighs. Once again, you felt a tug at your stomach. You involuntarily tensed a little bit, but forced yourself to look at the tv screen. What was the matter with you today, anyway? Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you tried to follow the show, but your eyes kept wandering back down to stare at Beej’s head. Weird thoughts were starting to form in your mind. Every time he laughed at the ghost hunters - which happened quite frequently - you could feel his stubble graze your skin and his hair brush against your arm. And every time that happened, a delightfully sharp shiver would shoot straight up across your spine. You started feeling slightly dizzy. You blamed it on the beer you’d had with your dinner, but you weren’t quite sure it was just that. The situation was very rapidly becoming awkward for you, but there was nothing you could do. You couldn’t randomly push him away, it would be worse. Right then, after one particular hearty laugh, Beej playfully smacked his hand on your thigh. Then, he squeezed your knee lightly, leaving his hand there and casually stroking his thumb across your skin. That was it.
You had to do something - anything - to distract yourself. Immediately. You looked left and right, looking for an excuse to get up, but to no avail. Panicking, you looked back down and instinctively did the only thing that came to mind. With one swooping movement, you buried your hand into his hair. Immediately, you marveled at how unimaginably soft it was. You gently stroked your fingers through his green locks. It felt like dipping your hand in a barrel of cotton. You gasped under your breath, but it wasn’t your own reaction that surprised you.
“Hey babes, did you see that asshole fall down the stairs? Hahah- Oh. OHhh.”
You felt him freeze like a statue beneath your touch. You stopped. For a second, you worried you’d done the wrong thing. “S-sorry, Beej, I was just… Does it bother you…?”
“Oh babes…” he murmured, arching his back, “Abso-fucking-lutely not!”
You frowned. Hmm. Well…That was unexpected. Tentatively, you raked your fingers through his hair again, this time digging a bit deeper until your fingertips grazed his scalp. The feeling of his luscious locks was incredible. You couldn’t help but smile as you scrunched your fingers, delicately dragging your nails across his skin. As soon as you did so, he hissed, raising his shoulders. Again you stopped.
“Oops, was that too-?”
“No,no,no…oh, baaabes,” he all but purred, stretching his neck, “Don’t stop…please?”
Wow. Now, you were really intrigued. You’d never, ever heard him plea for anything…ever. Suddenly it hit you. Was this…was this his weakness? Hair touching? Seriously? Raising an eyebrow, you started moving your fingers again. This time you moved them more boldly, drawing circles and massaging his scalp. Sure enough. You felt Beej turn to jelly beneath your touch: his shoulders dropped and he craned his neck to give you better access, wriggling to crawl closer to you. When you started scratching him, he actually moaned out loud.
“Babes…!”
You almost chuckled, realizing that you were turning this oh-so-terrifying demon into a puppy dog just because you were touching his hair. Who would’ve known this - of all things! - was his weak spot?! The program blared on the TV, but neither of you were paying particular attention to it now.
You grinned to yourself. This could be fun, you thought…Not quite thinking about what you were really getting yourself into. You propped yourself up a little more, then suddenly dived both hands in his emerald locks. He all but gasped. You playfully started teasing him, vigorously scratching his scalp and raking both hands through his tuft. You massaged him, pressing your fingertips on his skin. You actually found the gesture quite…intriguing. Soothing, pleasing…almost exciting, in a way.
In fact, you were really getting into it…maybe a little too much. Suddenly, you felt your hand get tangled, and you instinctively closed your fingers, accidentally pulling on a fistful of hair.
“Oh…sorry!” You exclaimed. But Beej barely flinched for a moment… Then, he relaxed his shoulders. For a few seconds, he stood very still. You were just about to repeat that you were sorry, when he turned his head and looked at you. And this time, when his eyes locked with yours your breath caught in your throat. His hair, you noticed, had morphed to a deep, luscious dark green. His eyes reflected the same color, and sparkled with mischief. He took a very deep breath. You froze, waiting for him to speak.
“…Do that again.”
His voice was deep and gravelly. Something in the way he said it made the jolt in your stomach suddenly drop lower - much, much lower, all the way down your pelvic area. You forced yourself to take a breath, suppressing a shudder.
“Babes,” he repeated, with the same gruff voice, “…do it again.”
It sounded more like a command than a request.
Your eyes remained glued to his magnetic stare as your reached forward and dived your hand once again in his locks. This time, however, he kept his eyes on you, even though you lowered your gaze. For a moment, you only dared to soothingly stroke his hair as you tried to gather your thoughts. His patience, however, seemed to draw short.
“Baby…do it…” he edged you on.
His voice sounded demanding. You took another deep breath. Then, you plucked up the courage and suddenly decided to throw caution to the wind. Ignoring the embarrassment threatening to pull you back, you locked eyes with him again and smiled, mischievously biting your lower lip. Then, with a fluid movement you sunk both hands back in his green locks and, grabbing two fistfuls of hair, you pulled experimentally. You were rewarded with another moan as he closed his eyes and dropped his head back.
Ah-ha! you thought, triumphantly. So the weak spot isn’t hair touching…it’s hair pulling.
Good to know. You grinned to yourself. Feeling encouraged by his reaction, you carried on with your ministrations. This time, you dared to go a little further still, slowly dragging your hand across his scalp before grabbing as much hair as possible and tugging it towards you. He sigh deeply, and you repeated the action.
“Well well well,” you teased him playfully, “Looks like I’ve found your soft spot, Beej…”
He groaned. Clearly, he didn’t like to hear that.
“What’s the matter, baby?” You said in a mocking baby voice, continuing to alternate between massaging his head and pulling his hair, “Does mistah Beebleboose like it when I touch his hair?”
The silly nickname you’d both come up with, which you usually used to make fun of him, suddenly sounded much less innocent and much more provocative. But somehow, you didn’t care.
“Babes…” he said in a warning tone, “You should be caref-” he cut himself off when you gave a particularly strong tug, suppressing a groan. You gave a little chuckle.
“Uuuh, looks like you like it a little rough,” you teased.
He opened his eyes, taking a deep breath and giving you a meaningful look. “Babes… I’d watch it, if I were you…”
But by now, you were too caught up in the game to pull back. Grinning, you bopped his nose again, tugging at his hair once more. He closed his eyes for a moment and you smiled victoriously, thinking you’d found a way to have him wrapped around your finger.
“Why?” You edged him on uncaringly, leaning closer still to his face, giving yet another little pull, “What are you gonna do about it-” You never got the chance to hear an actual answer because suddenly, he snapped.
It happened in a flash. You blinked, and somehow he had flipped the two of you over. He was now on top of you, pinning you down to the mattress with his weight. You barely had time to catch your breath. Everything seemed to be happening in a sudden haze. You weren’t quite sure what was going on, but you could feel his mouth planting a trail of kisses on your neck and collarbone. His hands roamed down your sides, gripping your waist.
Oh…OH.
Now how did this come along? You rolled your head back, your mouth hanging open. The feel of his lips on your skin was sending a wave of iced fire coursing through your veins.
“B-Beetlejuice, what are you doi-?” you tried to ask, but he silenced you by biting down on a particularly sensitive spot. You gave a small gasp. What the hell was going on? You had no idea what you were doing… but you knew that you loved it immensely.
“Babes,” he murmured against your skin, “Just don’t stop…”
You knew exactly what he was referring to. And truthfully, as long as he didn’t stop… well, you were more than willing to oblige. And in that exact moment, you decided to stop asking yourself questions and start doing exactly what you both wanted.
You boldly wrapped your arms around him, burying your hands in his hair and reprising your caresses. With each tug, you felt him whimper softly as he continued showering you with kisses and little bites. You let out a deep breath, closing your eyes and losing yourself as you felt him drag his teeth across your collarbone. You responded by grabbing the hair at the base of his neck and pulling, painfully slowly. He hissed again, biting down on your neck and sucking your skin. You arched your back and gasped loudly. You parted your legs, almost unknowingly, and he settled between them. He grabbed your waist and pulled you even closer to him, grinding himself against you. You gave a particularly sharp tug to his locks, his name bursting from your lips again. For a moment he stopped, lifting himself up slightly and raising an eyebrow at you.
“Careful with that, babes…” he warned, “One more time and we finish this before we even get to the good part…” he winked at you meaningfully.
Your mouth almost dropped open. Before we even get to the good part? The little devil was barely kissing your neck and he had you panting for air with your head spinning in another galaxy altogether, what the hell were you gonna do when he did anything more?
But you couldn’t let him win this easily, could you? Forcedly recomposing yourself - as best as you could, at least - you smiled knowingly at him, propping yourself up on your forearms so close to him that your noses were almost touching.
“Well then… looks like you’ll have to shut me up before I say it again.”
He flashed a wolfish grin at you, leaning his forehead on yours before whispering, “With pleasure, babes.” And just like that, he kissed you.
You closed your eyes, allowing him to take the lead. You fell back down on the cushions, grinning happily as you pulled him down with you. He deepened the kiss, his hands now caressing up and down your ribcage. You sunk your hands yet again in his hair, returning the kiss with equal fervor. You felt him hum contentedly, interrupting the kiss with little gasps whenever you tugged a particularly sensitive spot. Things were getting rather heated when you accidentally opened your eyes and noticed something that made you stop. He felt you freeze beneath him and pulled back, looking questioningly at you. He seemed worried, almost.
“What’s wrong, babes…?”
“Beej,” you frowned, unsure if you were imagining things, “Why is…Why is your hair…pink?”
“Huh?”
“Your…hair,” you repeated, staring pointedly at his head. Sure enough, strands of pink were rapidly appearing amongst the emerald green. “I’ve never seen it….pink, before.” You’d seen his hair turn blue, violet, red even…but pink? Never. Suddenly, he seemed very, very embarrassed.
“Uh…Oh. Oh.” he mumbled, “Babes, it’s nothing, I mean…it’s pink, you say? You sure?” He looked upward as if he could see his own hair. “Uh, well, see, the thing is….”
Suddenly a thought struck you. As he continued fumbling for an excuse, you silently leaned forward, still eyeing his hair, and cut him off by kissing him. After a few seconds, you opened your eyes and pulled away. Just like you thought, another strand of bright pink had appeared before your eyes. Wanting to be absolutely sure, you decided to try one last thing. Craning your head, you started kissing his neck. As soon as your lips touched his skin, you felt him quiver. Still, you didn’t lose focus and kept kissing him experimentally, running your mouth down towards his collarbone. You felt him draw a deep breath. You lazily dragged your lips back up towards his jaw, daring to bite him lightly. Then, you pulled back again and almost did a double take. The pink strands had now turned a dazzling shade of hot pink. Yup, looks like you’d guessed correctly.
“Ooooh, Beej,” you crooned, unable to stop yourself, “Is this what happens when you're…turned on?”
He scoffed, turning his head away and pretending to be offended.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.”
“Beej…”
“I said nothing!”
“Beej!”
“Ok, ok!” He huffed, looking back at you again, “It’s just that… Pink isn’t exactly the best choice for a sexy color. And that’s why I…I just kinda hate it. All right?” He frowned.
“Are you kidding me?” you laughed, reaching out and pulling him gently towards you to whisper in his ear, “I find it…” you gently bit down on his lobe, “Incredibly sexy.”
“You do?” He asked, looking at you with a raised eyebrow to see if you were joking. You nodded, giving him a mischievous look before leaning forward and starting to kiss his neck again. You immediately felt him relax under your touch. Inching your way upward, you nibbled the skin beneath his ear and heard him groan in appreciation.
“Now… let’s see if I can turn all of that hair pink,” you whispered.
