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spgothkidsheadcanons · 4 months

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Can I get a reader who’s childhood friends with the goths and has feelings for them all those years but is afraid to confess their love because they’re afraid they won’t return their feelings because they’re not goth enough. Eventually the reader does confess on accident

Hi friend!

So, true to my nature as a writer, I forgot it was supposed to be childhood friends with all of them. I started strong on Henri, but had to kind of edit Pete and Michael’s bits just a tad.

I’m rusty getting back into this, so I implore you, please let me know how I can fix this if you aren’t satisfied!

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Henrietta:

- You had first met Henrietta when you were in elementary school together

- Despite her being mean on your first initial meetings, you couldn’t seem to just leave her alone

- She was so interesting and so different than you, it made you want to be friends with her

- Even though she didn’t return the feeling, Henrietta eventually let you tag along with her and her crowd, even though you dressed “like a conformist”

- Growing up together, you couldn’t help when your platonic feelings took a left turn and you began a small crush on Henri

- Yet, she was so much different than you, still acting as Goth as she did the first day you met her

- After graduation, when she moved off to Los Angeles, and offered you an invite to come stay with her

- Pushing back your feelings, you agreed, packing a couple of bags and flying out to move in with her

- It was a quiet night for the both of you when one thing led to another, and you finally shared your feelings for her

- Prefacing your speech with the iconic “I know you might not feel the same way,” you spilled how long you had liked her and why you were so scared to do so

- She was so drab and dreary, taking pride in the way she acted and not caring about other peoples’ opinions

- You were… the complete opposite, and after you had finished babbling, you didn’t actually feel better about putting your emotions out there

- To your surprise, Henrietta just laughed at you, catching you off guard with the sound

- Apparently, she harbored the same attraction for you, but never acted on it because she had the same reasons

- After the confession, and the awkward “So… Do you wanna be my girlfriend now 🥺👉🏻👈🏻”, you finally felt the years of terror and anxiety leave your body as she snuggled into your side, carrying about the evening as usual

Pete:

- You had actually liked Pete for as long as you could remember, seeing as he was one of the only Goth kids who wasn’t a complete asshole to you upon meeting

- You had known him since childhood, but the crush you had developed on him was tearing you apart, feeling as if you had harbored the love for centuries

- You were complaining about it to your sibling, how you felt about him, but didn’t feel like you were Goth enough for him, and overall just spilling your feelings as a way of therapy

- Uh oh

- You had accidentally confessed your feelings to Pete, not realizing you hadn’t switched back to you and your sibling’s chat after he had texted you asking to hang out

- Before you could delete the message, of course Pete went and opened it, and you died a little inside when you saw him start to text back

- His text bubbles stopped abruptly, and you were left on read, your heart shattering over your stupid mistake

- Turning your phone off, you tossed it to the side, turning your face into your pillow and screaming out the bubbling negativity in your body

- And just as you finished, you jumped when you heard three sharp knocks at your bedroom door

- Figuring it was your mom or dad telling you to quieten down, you pulled yourself from your bed, trudging to the door

- What you didn’t expect was Pete standing before you, slightly out of breath and looking at you with a strange look in his eye

- “Did you mean that?”

- After hesitantly confirming that yes, you did feel that way, Pete seemed to relax, pushing past you into your bedroom to take a seat at your desk

- Turns out, Pete has liked you forever. He just didn’t expect you to return the feelings because of his… Everything

- After talking about it some more, you both decided to see where it would go, and ended up happily together

Michael:

- What it was that drew you to Michael is a complete mystery to you and everyone around you who knew about your crush

- You had never spoken to him before, even though you had known of him since elementary school, and more often than not, you kept your head down when walking past him in the hallways

- You definitely admired him from afar, annoying your friends with your pity party over not being Goth, or else you’d try to make a move on him

- One day, having woken up late for school, you decided that it was a good day to skip, and that’s exactly what you needed

- It would give you a break from seeing your crush, and also let you sleep in and finish your homework that you fell asleep in the middle of last night

- But first, a cup of coffee sounded glorious

- You grabbed your keys and threw on your coat, descending the stairs to your home and waving at your older brother as you left

- The drive to SharSnucks was short, and you parked and went inside quickly, falling in line with the other patrons of the shop

- “I didn’t peg you as the type to skip a class”

- Turning your head, your stomach felt like it was filled with lead as you saw Michael, smirking down at you while awaiting your answer

- Shyly, you just shrugged, putting a smile on your face, giving some random excuse as to why you weren’t in school

- Finally, it was your turn to order, and you got your usual combo of a medium vanilla latte and a banana nut muffin

- Before you could pass your cash to the woman behind the register, Michael pushed you to the side, causing you to look at him in confusion

- “Add a large black coffee to that,” Michael said, pushing your hand away from the cashier as he handed him his card to pay for your, and his, orders

- Upon asking why he had decided to buy your stuff, he shrugged, pointing out he knew about you staring and gawking at him, causing him to chuckle as your face turned bright red

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 4 months

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Hiii I hope that you're doing good and drank enough water today <33

Can I request headcanons for Michael, Henrietta and Pete with a s/o who is a nanny and often somehow ends up with two or three babies at their house?

If not it's fine of course!

Have a great day <33

Ah, yes. You most absolutely can request that

I hope this is what you were looking for! I’ve gotten a little rusty, so please feel free to let me know if I’m way off course here 😅

Warnings: There are none

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Henrietta:

- Oof

- Oofies

- Henrietta does not like kids, so when she showed up to your house and watched you wrangle 3 toddlers by yourself, she had half a mind to just turn around and come back later

- Alas, as soon as you took note of her standing there, you greeting her so sweetly, she just couldn’t leave you there to deal with all of that by yourself

- So despite Henrietta’s distaste for kids, she’d lend a hand, doing the absolute bare minimum with the most dramatic scowl on her face

- You couldn’t help but laugh and kiss her cheek every so often, teasing her about the future of your relationship and the change of mind she might have

- Until one of the kids tipped their full cup of juice onto her dress…

- Yeah, maybe not

- Henrietta does know what she’s doing, though, and won’t actively let the kids cause harm to themselves or each other by distracting them with some music

- If she ever finds the picture you’ve taken of her with the kids sitting quietly beside her while listening to the songs, she’d have your head on a stake in her front yard

- And after they’ve all been sent home, you’d have to turn right around and babysit your poor girlfriend’s psyche because it has been RUINED by the kids

- Would you ever get to relax? 🙄

Pete:

- Welp

- When you needed help, Pete didn’t think twice about rushing over without even asking what it is you’d need help with

- Upon seeing the set of kids all tugging at your shirt and crying for your attention, he’d act without thinking, immediately drawing their hands away

- Of course, they’d just turn their attention to Pete, but it gave you the few minutes of peace you needed in order to make them some snacks and refill their drinks

- While you werenin the kitchen, your boyfriend had no problem occupying the children with some toys that had been brought for them to play with

- Bringing in the snacks, you’d give Pete a peck on the cheek as a thank you

- And when the children were all settled, snacking away happily, Pete would tease you for running a mini zoo as a part time job

- Nap time was so easy for you

- For Pete, not so much, because as soon as you both sat on the couch, he was flooded by toddlers using him as a bed

- The experience would definitely make him think of you as a parent, and he didn’t seem so worried about your future kids anymore

- When the kids got picked up, that’s when it became nap time for you and Pete

- After the day you two have had, Pete would like to revel in the childlessness for a little bit longer, soaking up the quiet

Michael:

- Oh, you are just in for a treat

- Michael actually really likes kids, so much so that he comes ready with games and activities for the tots

- Seeing as you had to babysit for your neighbor, you accepted his invite to help out readily, glad to have someone on your side

- You might as well go on ahead and sit down because he’s got it

- Even when you think he’s going to tip over because all the kids wanted to climb him like a tree, he’s got it

- Lunch time is super easy because Michael’s probably ordered a pizza for the kids, so the only thing you need to worry about is feeding them

- If he has his guitar, yes, he is playing it for the kids (you had no idea that he knew to play Baa Baa Black Sheep, but it was kinda cute)

- Nap time for the kiddos is right around the corner, and seeing them curled around your boyfriend on the floor made your heart swell

- While they napped, you and Michael would relax and watch over them, making sure nothing happened

- This is when he’d lament that he couldn’t wait to have kids with you, seeing just how great you were with babysitting

- When the kids left, you’d tidy up the small messes they’ve made that day

- And Michael would help willingly, hoping that you knew he was serious about your earlier conversation

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 4 months

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Can I get the goth kids with a s/o who used to have an ex who didn’t appreciate them and cheated on them?

Yes yes ofc. I hope you enjoy! Sorry about the wait, my hiatus went longer than expected!

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Goths with an S/O who got cheated on and wasn’t appreciated

Warnings: None

Henrietta:

Henrietta’s quite upset about the fact you weren’t treasured as you should have been. She takes all those years of you being neglected and pushed to the side and does her best to make sure she makes up for them tenfold. She’ll spoil you rotten, all while praising you sweetly and showering you with affection. This is hard to come by for Henrietta, so just know that she really adores you if she’s willing to dedicate herself to you.

Pete:

Pete, quite frankly, doesn’t really know what to do in this situation. He was awkward as a kid and teen, so he never had a relationship and doesn’t understand how to console you. His comfort is a little strange, because he’s just so inexperienced, but he really does try. Verbally makes sure to tell you how much you mean to him and how great it is to have you in his life.

Michael:

Oh, he’s mad. Michael can’t imagine anyone taking such poor care of you, it pisses him off that you were underappreciated. He makes up for this by showing his appreciation rather than voicing it. Hugs, kisses, gifts that he leaves to surprise you, he’s doing the whole shebang. You’re waking up to multiple text walls of good mornings and love proclomations. Big, scary man turns into a whipped lap dog for you.

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 4 months

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hiiii!! can u plz do michael tall goth and reader who is his little sister? (platonic obv) but id rlly apriciatge it if u sdidd!!!!!!! :333333

Of course! I know it took forever, but I’m just coming back off of hiatus!

I hope you enjoy!

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Michael/Little Sister Reader

**PURELY PLATONIC**

- Dude being Michael’s little sister is simutaneously a pain in the ass and the greatest thing in the world

- Growing up, he was always kind of a dick to you, but he always made sure that you had breakfast before school and help with your homework when you needed it

- As he got older, he definitely mellowed out, and you’d have to say that despite the rocky, distant childhood, you two grew so much closer

- Are you hungry? He’s ushering you to the car, ready to eat whatever you are

- Saw something you liked but had to wait to get? It’s already delivered to your house, waiting for you to open it with an attached note that probably says “Because I’m not broke like you”

- And even though you’d be mad about the message, you couldn’t help but finally feel that your brother maybe was more than an asshole

- He’s very very very protective of you in the later years

- Can, will, (and has), knocked someone out for bothering you, and by god, he will do it time and time again

- So yeah, while he can be a butthead, you’re his little sister, and the only harm he wants to see you in is what he puts you in himself

- Overall, 8/10 big brother score ☺️

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 4 months

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NSFW suggestion please!! : (Preferably fem) reader is masturbating with a vibrator and fuckin pete walks in on it and helps out >:)

Lmao tell me why I’ve been trying to think of a scenario for this but now that it’s actually requested, I know exactly what I want to write

SoftDom!Pete lmao

SFW/NSFW

Warnings: explicit content, overstimulation, dacryphilia, poor reader has had a rough day, but thankfully her sweet boyfriend could fix that

MINORS DNI!!

Author’s Note: I’m so bad at actually going by what the prompt says 🙃 So this is actually Pete being stress relief for you because I forgot to write in reader pleasing themselves.

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It had truly been the longest day you think you have ever had.

When you woke up this morning and tried getting put of bed, your legs got tangled in your blankets and you ended up falling right off the mattress and into the cold, hardwood floor.

When you went downstairs to make yourself some coffee, you brewed a pot without adding coffee grounds. Then, found out you were out of coffee and burned your hand on the pot when you went to pour the boiling hot water out of it.

And the final nail on the coffin was a little later in the day, when you were trying to settle down with a cup of water and a snack to do some of your schoolwork. You shifted the wrong way and spilled your snack all over the floor. Setting your laptop off to the side, you stood up, only for your full cup of water to come toppling down onto said device, completely frying the motherboard and losing all of your progress.

Standing in the living room for a minute, you inhaled a slow stream of breath, stress brimming over the edge of your emotional tolerance. Calmly walking to the kitchen, you grabbed a few paper towels and the broom, trying to clean the mess in the living room before you blew your top.

After tidying up your mess, you shut the lights off in the lower half of the house. You weren’t having a very good day, and all you wanted to do was curl up in your bed and sleep the rest of the day away. Trudging up the stairs to your bedroom, you huffed as you slung the door open unceremoniously, the door knob bouncing back off the wall and almost hitting you in the face. Not wanting to deal with the anger anymore, you heavily sighed once again, stepping in and slamming the wooden offender behind you.

Crawling into your bed, you flopped out, your arms and legs spreading and face pressed into the pillow. You could still take a nap, but it was so late in the day that if you did, you knew that you would be up half the night trying to force yourself to sleep. Unceremoniously rolling over onto your back, you huffed out loud as you stared at the ceiling. Becoming lost in your own mental stink, you didn’t hear the bedroom door open gently, your boyfriend peeking his head in to see why you had slammed the door.

Upon seeing the mini tantrum you decided to have, Pete stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him before making his way to the bedside. As his red and black hair came into view, you offered the man a weak smile, shimmying over so he could sit on the bed beside you. “What’s got you pissed off?” he inquired bluntly, resting a hand on your thigh as you sighed heavily. “Literally, nothing is going my way. I fell out the bed this morning, I tried making coffee, but didn’t put the grounds in, only to find out we don’t even have any coffee, then I spilled water all over my laptop and fried the circuits, and it’s just been one thing right after the other today,” you complained, feeling as if you were on the urge of tears.

Pete’s brows furrowed, his lower lip jutting out in an understanding way as he listened to you, his heart breaking at your unfortunate dilemmas. “My poor dove,” he murmured softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, “Anyway I can make it better?”. At the offer, you shook your head, turning your head to look up at your lover. “I don’t think so… I really just want to nap, but it’s too late to try to take one,” you pouted, lifting your hand to intertwine your fingers with his. Pete stared down at you for a moment, wracking his brain for anything he could do to make you feel better.

Finally, he smirked, removing his hand from yours and standing from the bed. “I got an idea. Get undressed and get comfy,” Pete ordered, watching with delight as you immediately complied to his wishes. He watched you strip, staring unabashedly at your figure as you crawled back onto the bed once again, your head landing against the pillow. Pete reached towards the bedside table, sliding the drawer open and retrieving a small, blue vibrator. Your love stayed clothed, kicking his shoes off before he got back on the bed, moving until he was settled between your legs.

Pete pulled your legs on either side of his waist, the man leaning forward to capture your lips with his in a slow, loving kiss. His free hand roamed up and down your side, causing you to giggle softly against his lips as the gentle carress tickled your skin. Pulling away from you, your boyfriend pecked your lips once before sitting up, fiddling with the controls on the toy before he turned it on, the hum of the device making your stomach sink in anticipation.

Pete pressed the vibrator against your clit with little warning, ahigh whine leaving your mouth as you threw your head back, eyes closing at the just right amount of pressure he was pushing on you. “You should have said something sooner, love. I would have taken care of this for you,” his voice was barely louder than the hum of the toy in his hands, but his words still made you shiver. “Poor, sweet girl. You’ve had such a bad day, I know you needed this,” your boyfriend purred, his finger hovering over the button to turn the strength of the toy up. “You want more? Beg for it, come on. Let me hear that pretty little voice of yours tell me how bad you need it,” Pete’s voice dropped a few octaves, his eyes trained on your pleasure twisted face, a corner of his mouth twisting up into a smirk.

“P-please…. Unh!” you’re body tried to curl in on itsself as he pressed the button, the vibrations becoming almost mind-numbingly stronger. If it weren’t for your boyfriend pinning your legs open with his thighs, they would have snapped shut, trying to push the man away from you at the overstimulation. “Use your words,” Pete warned lowly, his unoccupied hand tapping the outside of your thigh trying to bring you back to reality. If you were in a normal state of mind, your eyes would have rolled at his silly command. But in the daze that your brain was swimming in, you could only whine, pushing your hips harder into his ministrations.

“Please… Make me feel better… I nuh… need you to make me happy!” you cried out, gasping as Pete began sliding the vibrator in circles over your clit. “Good girl,” he shakily breathed out, fighting his own urge to strip himself down and ravish you over and over again. His other hand slid from your hip to your center, and he wasted no time in sinking his middle and ring fingers into you. The friction was much appreciated, your jaw dropping as an embarrassingly loud moan left you.

Pete hummed, pumping his fingers at a quick, steady pace. Rolling your hips into his hand, you whimpered as you felt a knot begin to form in your lower stomach. “Baby, I’m gonna cum,” you managed to pant out, groaning as he curled his fingers to strike your g-spot. “Good,” he leaned forward to peck your forehead before sitting back up, the thrusting of his digits quickening as he pressed the vibrator hard against your clit.

“You deserve it,” Pete purred, now curling his fingers up into your g-spot each time he pushed them in. From here, you could only focus on the knot growing tighter, throwing your forearm over your eyes. It wasn’t much longer than that did you squeal out, your thighs trembling as they tried to snap close around his waist. Your boyfriend pulled the vibrator from your clit, but continued thrusting his fingers into you, riding you through the heighth of your orgasm.

Only when your hand shot down to grip his wrist, trying to still his motions, did he stop, sinking his fingers deep inside of you and holding them there. Your chest heaved wildly, body shuddering slightly as euphoria washed over your form. Slowly pulling his fingers from your center, Pete marvelled at how slick his digits were, his tongue swiping over his lower lip. “Feel better?” he inquired, a teasing tone in his words.

At that, you could only nod, your forearm never moving from your eyes. “Nap time?” he spoke, smirking at your reaction. You repeated the notion, earning a small chuckle from the man. “Alright, doll. I’ll be back, hang on,” your love spoke, pressing a kiss to your chin as he stood from the bed carefully, trying his hardest to not disturb your lax form.

Shuffling was heard in the background, but you couldn’t care any less as exhaustion started seeping into your frame. You didn’t jump at the feeling of a wet rag on your skin, Pete taking extra care to clean your face before lightly cleaning your center. After he had finished, he laid beside you, pulling you face first into his chest as he fingers ghosted up and down your back, the action lulling you to sleep quickly, finally able to relax from the absolutely horrible day you’ve had in the arms of your loving boyfriend.

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 11 months

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Hey guys:

This is something I’ve been planning for a while, but tried pushing off for a very long time. I’m going to be taking a break from the blog. I have so much going on in my life right now that I haven’t just been able to stop and actually complete requests. I’m signing up for college classes, moving into my own home, and may or may not be getting hitched in a few months. It’s just a lot to deal with, and I am just one person. It won’t be a long break, but definitely longer than a month or 2, just until I can really get settled in and am able to have time like I used to. I hope you won’t be too upset with me, but I’d rather tell you guys now than not. I will finish the requests I do have, but after my inbox is cleared, then it will be staying shut down until I’m off of hiatus. I appreciate each and everyone of you, and all of your kindness, comments and supports.

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 11 months

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Think about it. Michael but in tight black leather pants

It wasn’t specified if this is NSFW or SFW, but I’ve decided to go with something funny. Because I have, unfortunately, had the pleasure of trying to put on leather pants, and by the end of even putting them on, I was gasping for air and pouring sweat 🤣

Also, writing this made me feel so claustrophobic for some reason 🥴

SFW/NSFW

Warnings: None

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Michael huffed as he laid on the couch, exhausted from trying to get dressed for his latest show. His fingers hurt from trying to pull on his leather pants, and his eyea closed as he cursed the tight clothing material he almost had pulled on all the way. Sweat beads dripped down his cheeks, and he couldn’t help but laugh at himself for his little misfortunate predicament he was in.

As he layed there just catching his breath and trying to regain the strength to finish the job, 3 soft knocks sounded at the door, and he just loudly groaned to let them know to come in. Twisting the handle, you stepped into the dressing room, a bag of food from the nearby take out place hanging around your wrist. You giggled as your eyes landed on Michael, causing him to turn his head to give you a glare. “It’s not funny. I feel like I’m trying to put on a second skin right now.” Michael groaned once again, lifting his hips to tug the pants up further.

“Actually, it’s very funny, but also my heart breaks for you,” you said, setting down his pre-concert dinner, “And you’ve made a whole lot of progress since I left, so that’s good.” you finished, walking over to the couch he was laid on. It was true. When you had left to go get dinner, Michael had them pulled up to just above his knees, and he was cursing already at just that. Now the waistband sat at the top of his thighs. It was like the light at the end of the tunnel for the man.

Holding your hands out to him, you gave him an expectant look. The rockstar stared at your hands before rolling his eyes, grabbing your hands with his own. You pulled him up towards you, almost falling backwards when he stumbled forward, not quite able to move his legs to steady himself. “Brace yourself, babe. We’re gonna get these damn pants on you if it kills you,” you joked, looping your fingers through the belt holes. “They damn near feel like they’re killing me already,” Michael quipped, placing one hand on the back of the couch and the other on your shoulder.

On the count of three, you muttered an apology as you started pulling the cursed leather fabric up. A grunt left your mouth as you gritted your teeth. The pants gave a little after a moment of tugging, and you were able to successfully pull them up another inch or 2, stopping and admiring your handiwork. It was almost there, another 3 or 4 inches and you’d be done. Michael breathed out a shaky “shit”, and then chuckled at the whole situation. “If your butt wasn’t so big, it’d be easier,” you teased, reaching behind him to squeeze his backside.

“Hands off the merchandise, (N/n). Now help me get these up so I can eat.” Michael pouted, hand leaving your shoulder to smack at the hand that you had assaulted him with. You shot him a sweet smile, getting into position to tug the pants up the rest of the way. Counting to three once again, you used all of your strength to get the unstretchy leather up, and finally, they were sat on his hips, right where they needed to be. Michael was quick to fasten them while you kept hold of his belt loops, and as soon as they were zipped, you released the belt loops, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Fuck these are tight,” your curly headed beau groaned, bending his legs to stretch out the leather as much as he could. “Yeah, but you look great in them,” you reassured, walking to the bag of food. Poor Michael had no choice but to stand, the leather unrelenting no matter how he moved. “Thanks, love,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple before digging in. “You’re welcome,” you hummed, enjoying your impromptu dinner date before he had to go on stage.

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 11 months

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are you still taking requests pookie 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻 i got some henrietta oneshot ideas i cant bear to keep to myself anymore..

Hey stinkabutt yes I am taking requests until 4:00 pm EST, May 25th! SEND EM IN SEND EM IN SEND EM IN 👹👹👹👹

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 11 months

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Can you write the goths with a s/o who's aesthetic is the opposite of theirs like pink and cute stuff? I'm a sucker for opposites attract if you couldn't tell lol💕

This is so cute omfg

Opposites attract is the only trope that actually matters

SFW/NSFW

Warnings: Mentions of bullying (nothing too serious)

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Michael:

- Michael thinks you are quite possibly the cutest thing that has ever walked on Earth

- The first time he met you, he developed a soft spot for you, as well as a need to protect you from any harm that may come to you

- Except the only harm that has come your way has been the multiple Sanrio and Squishmallow stuffies that he flooded your room with

- For real though, he spoils the hell out of you

- He can’t help it. He sees something pink or sparkly, he thinks of you, and before he knows it, he’s walking out of a store with a shopping back full of random pink items and a new hole burned into his pocket

- Michael won’t wear pink clothes, but if you gave him something like a pink bracelet, he’d always have it on

- When you started staying at his house more, it was like a pink takeover

- Dishes, blankets, pillows, EVERYTHING

- But he couldn’t have been more happier with you, so he happily enjoys it just to make you happy (just realized that I used all variations of ‘Happy’ but I’m not changing it lmao)

Henrietta:

- Henrietta picks on you for your taste, but she’s just being an asshole

- She really loves how sweet and innocent you are

- She’s gonna taint you 😈

- For real though, she loves how cute you look when you show her your new skirt or shoes

- Always always ALWAYS is making you some sort of dress or skirt whenever she finds a nice fabric she thinks you’d like

- LET HER DRESS YOU UP IN HER STYLE AND THEN MAKE HER DRESS UP IN YOUR STYLE

- She thinks she’s revolting in your clothes but can be convinced to try again just to see you happy

- Anytime she finds any snacks that are strawberry or cherry flavored, she buys them for you

- She just loves you a lot even though she thinks pink is an eyesore

Pete:

- Oh, my sweet uncaring of what you wear Pete

- I’m serious. He could care less about what you wore

- There’s absolutely no doubt that he thinks you are truly the most precious thing to ever walk this Earth, but he sees you for you, not the clothes you wear

- You’re sweet, you love him enough to be with him, you don’t care about how he loks

- Pete feels like he hit the jackpot when he found out you returned his affections

- Loves when you grab your favorite stuffy, your signature pink blanket, and cuddle up beside him on the couch. You can force him to watch whatever you want once you have him flustered, and if that means the entire Hello Kitty collection, then you guys are gonna watch the entire Hello Kitty collection

- Whistles and pretends he knows nothing about the packages with your name on it filled to the brim with pink everything that have suddenly started showing up at your home

- If people make fun of you for what you wear, you’d have to hold Pete back because he can, AND WILL, beat the shit out of anyone who dares speak bad about you

- You can, and absolutely have, dress him up to match you. He doesn’t care, and he’s never lied about pink looking good on him lol

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 11 months

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Can I get a dom reader overstimulating a sub Michael?

Mua

Softdom!Reader for Sub!Michael surpemacy. I wanted to be mean to him, but I just couldn’t. This just jumps right into it 😈

Sfw/NSFW

Warnings: Explicit content, P-in-V, overstimulation, light dacryphilia

MINORS DNI

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Michael’s whine was unusually high pitched, his head falling back against the pillow as his body shivered harshly. His wrists were tethered to the headboard by. pair of black fuzzy cuffs, a gag gift he had once gotten you for your first anniversary.

Your hand continuously stroked his cock, keeping a steady pace as you ran your fingers over the length of his erection. Pools of cum were scattered over his stomach, thighs and your hands, some patches almost dry, signifying the amount of time you had been jacking him off. Tongue darting out between your lips, you placed a gentle lick to the underside of his cock, your arousal churning at the frustrated groan he released. “Come on, pretty boy. Use your words, tell me what you want,” purring the words as you latched your lips around his tip. His hips tried to buck away from the warmth of your mouth, his stomach and thigh muscles jumping from overstimulation.

Michael was breathless, lazily pulling at those fuzzy handcuffs in an attempt to push you away, make you stop your agonizing actions to his cock. “Pl-… Please,” was all that your boyfriend could say, his voice catching in his throat when you swirled your tongue around his tip, your hand stroking the neglected part of his length. Unsatisfied with your answer, you simply continued your actions, taking more of him into your mouth every so often.

Michael’s head shook, his eyes squeezing tight as he tried to shimmy away from you once again. You dug your nails into the skin of his thigh, grounding him and silently reminding him of what you asked of him. “Fuck, please (Y/n), fucking stop!” his voice cracking halfway through his plea. Ropes of cum unexpectedly shot from his tip, but you swallowed the spend greedily. You suckled on his tip a little harder before pulling off of him, pressing a kiss to his tip.

“I’m just showing you more attention, Michael. Isn’t that what you asked for?” you teased, wasting no time in stroking his cock once again. The man didn’t answer you, instead his head hitting the pillow almost dramatically when you ran your thumb over his weeping slit. “We’re almost done, love. Just hold out for me,” you whispered sweetly, placing one last kiss to the man’s thigh before pushing yoursef up from your laying position. Crawling gently up and over the man, you saw how his lips were pulled into a pout and tears were brimming his eyes. Leaning to his face, you pressed gentle kisses over his face, murmuring praises against his skin with each peck.

Raising your hips from the man, you reached between your legs to grasp at his aching erection. The breath in his throat hitched at your tongue and his eyes squeezed tightly shut, the tears finally falling from his deep brown eyes. Directing his tip at your soaking slit, you pushed your hips down little by little, engulfing his overstimulated sex with your wet walls.

“That’s it, sweet boy,” you purred as your rump met Michael’s thighs, his cock fully sheathed and pulsing inside of your pussy. Tears continued streaming down his face as it contorted in painful pleasure. He had gone almost nonverbal at this point, his mouth hanging open and senseless whines mixed with repetitive ‘yes, yes, yes’s being the only noise he made as you bounced on his overused erection. The handcuffs clinked as his hands pulled one last time against them, a tired attempt to touch you, to do anything he could to feel your skin beneath his hands to ground him and help him through his orgasm.

Your hands were planted firmly on his chest, taking in his features as he writhed beneath you. Leaning over, you pressed your chest flush against Michael’s, placing a gentle kiss to his tear stained cheeks. “Come on, sweet boy. Just a little bit more. Just give me one more, darling,” you whispered to him, drinking in the low, choked whine he let out. You hovered over him as your hips rocked faster, humming soft praises to him.

The way he looked so angelic beneath you combined with his length stretching your walls, it made you already close to your finish. You decided to spare him from any further torture and sped up your pace, chasing your own high at his final expense of the night. “Hang on, love, I’m so close. Just hold out for me a little longer,” you soothed him, kissing all over his face. Sitting back up, you angled your hips so that his member was directed at your g-spot, striking it each time you took him back inside of you.

It was only a moment later that you stopped your movements and suck in a sharp breath as you hit your orgasm, a drawn out moan following after. You felt Michael’s spend coat your walls, looking down at his exhausted form. Leaning forward, you unclasped the handcuffs, his arms coming to fall lazily by his side. Lifting yourself off of him, you placed a chaste kiss to his forehead, stepping off of the bed to grab a wash cloth.

Coming back to the curly haired man, you apologized about the cold temperature of the cloth as you tenderly wiped his face, cleaning up the tears and sweat from his flushed cheeks. You were diligent in cleaning his skin, making sure to check that he was okay multiple times as you did. After finishing, you tossed the washcloth to the side, crawling up the bed to lay your head on the pillow beside his head.

Wrapping your arms around his exhausted form, you stroked through his raven curls as you soothed him, applogizing for pushing him too far and thanking him for letting you do so. “You did so good, sweet thing. Just rest now,” you pressed one last smooch to his cheek, listening as his breathing evened out and soft snores begin to fill the room. Closing your eyes, you were out soon after, enjoying the lazy cuddling you were sharing with Michael.

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 11 months

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hi hi I just wanted to say that I’m so glad you’re back!! Also you’re writing is awesome :3

I’m so glad to be back! When I start writing a lot of requests, it’s hard for me to finish, so it takes way longer than it should to get them done 😅

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 1 year

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Can I get the teen goth kids with a reader who was to constantly babysit her younger brother who’s like Joe Secondopinionson from Moral Orel? The reader and her little brother are orphans so she’s the only one who can take care of her little brother. Then they start dating one of the goths and they meet her bratty little brother

Hey! I’d love to write this, but unfortunately, I don’t post content with teens/young children!

Shoot me a private message if you don’t mind, and I’ll message your story privately! Sorry for the inconvenience!

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 1 year

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From the song suggestions. Close face and mountain goats. Don’t worry I won’t judge. I love the show too

It’s a very niche show

I saw it once when I was like, 9 and forgot about it forever

Then I found it all on youtube last year and have binge watched it several times 🤣

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 1 year

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Have you watched moral orel before?

*sweats nervously*

How uh-… How did you know?

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 1 year

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Muahahahaagaha i’ve had this idea stuck in my head for like 2 months so enjoy it >:3c

Asks are open btw ;)

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You had just began dating Michael a little over 3 months ago. By some strange chance, your cousin had given you a free ticket to go and see a band called “The Velvet Pulse”, which is where you first met the tall, curly headed puppy dog of a boyfriend you had. You caught his attention in the crowd, and from that moment on, it seemed like fate had been on his side. Random chance meetings suddenly began, he’d run into you at a grocery store or somewhere in public, but he never had the chance to just stop to talk to you. It sucked being famous, but that didn’t stop him from trying get to know you.

And now, here the 2 of you were. You straddled his lap on the couch of his apartment, his slender hands adorned with his usual jewellery sitting on your hips. Your arms hung around his neck as you pressed soft kisses to his skin, relishing in his school girl-esque giggling at each peck. Michael’s smile was wide, and he felt content with his darling girlfriend in his lap, spoiling him with words of praise and compliments, his heart swelling with each word that spilled from your lips. Finally, you pulled back to stare into his eyes, your own goofy grin stretched across your face. Unhooking an arm from around his neck, you brought your hand up to his face, pressing your palm against the cool, pallid skin of his cheek. “I missed you.” you whispered, as if you weren’t allowed to talk at your normal volume. “You saw me last night.” he whispered back, softly squeezing the plush of your hips as he turned his head to press a kiss into your palm.

You giggled, pressing your forehead against his. “I know. But I haven’t seen you today.” you retorted, rubbing your nose against his. “I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been busy with the guys at the studio.” Michael soothed, leaning his chin forward to press a kiss against your lips. You hummed against his lips, pulling back to study his features. Despite having seen his multiple times before, you couldn’t get over the way you seemed to be mesmerized each time you glanced at him. It was like you were falling in love with him all over again, your heart full as your eyes traced over his features repeatedly.

“You’re being so lovey today.” Michael commented, his hands moving from your hips to rub over the soft skin of your thighs. His thumbs dug slightly into your flesh, massaging lazy circles on your legs. “I know. I’m desperate for affection.” you gave a sigh, your hands coming down to rest on each of the man’s shoulders. “Aww. Needy little baby.” he picked, giving you a playful pout as he teased you. “Wow, okay, rude.” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at the man in playful agitation. Michael laughed at your reaction, pressing kisses all over your cheeks.

His final kiss was pressed to your mouth, but instead of a quick peck, Michael had other intentions. One hand snuck up to the back of your neck as he pushed your head closer to him, your head turning to fit your lips together like puzzle pieces. Your lips mashed together perfectly, his teeth grazing your lower lip. Biting the soft skin, he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth when you gasped, tangling his muscle with yours as the hand on your hips rubbed up and down your side, sending shockwaves through your body. Michael’s lips parted from yours, the man trailing kisses down your jaw and onto the flesh of your neck.

He nipped at your sensitive skin, pressing his tongue over the tiny bites before sucking at the affected area. You had no doubt that your neck was going to be black and blue, just as it always was when you stayed so late at the man’s house. It never went beyond heated makeout sessions, which you were eternally greatful for. The thought of going any further with him made you sick, but the way his lips ghosted over your skin made you want to finally let the man have you. “I want to feel you.” Michael murmured against your neck, pressing more delicate kisses over his attacks against your skin. “And I mean, really feel you. The thought of you drives me crazier and crazier everyday.”

Your breath stilled for a moment, and after a few seconds of silence, you gave a quiet response to Michael. “O-okay. We can.” you stuttered, mentally slapping yourself for the hiccup in your words. Michael pulled back from your neck, his brows furrowed in worry as he scanned your features. “What’s wrong? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” he asked, his hands reaching up to grab your face, his thumbs rubbing over your heated cheeks. You casted your eyes to the side, unable to turn your head away due to his hold on your face. “No, really, I want to. But…” you reassured, sighing at yourself as your orbs flicked back to his face, “But I’ve never… Done this before?” it sounded more like a question than a statement, you cringed.

Michael took a minute to process your words before you noticed his eyes widen slightly. “Hey, I’m serious. If you’re not ready, we don’t have to keep going.” he said, moving his hands from your face. Grabbing a hold of your wrist and bringing it to his lips, he pressed a reassuring kiss to the inside of your arm. “If you want to, I’ll let you be in control. I don’t want your first time to be wasted and you not even feel good.” Michael added, making sure you knew your options. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you pondered his words. On one hand, stopping entailed your poor love having to take care of himself, and that made you feel bad. On the other, if you continued, you would probably end up embarrassing yourself and then neither of you would have any fun.

After a moment of thinking, you looked into your boyfriend’s eyes, giving him a soft smile. “I want to keep going.” you answered, adding a nod. “I’ll help you, don’t worry.” Michael reassured, his hands on your hips once again. Leaning towards you, he caught his lips with yours, and you fell back into the rythym you had corrupted. Gentle hands moved from your hips to find purchase on the plush of your rump, giving the covered flesh a gentle squeeze. Moaning into his mouth, you deepened the kiss, parting your lips when he swept his tongue over your bottom lip. His tongue twirled with yours, all while his hands massaged your bottom. Your skirt kept raising up with his ministrations, the bottom of your ass cheeks now peaking out from under the fabric.

Breaking apart from Michael, you pulled the bottom of your skirt up onto your waist, allowing him to directly feel the soft skin. Pressing your lips back to his, you became lost in the moment, your arms lazily pulling him closer into the kiss. His hands stilled, running up to rest on the outer side of your bare thighs as he broke from the kiss, panting softly. Michael smiled as he looked up at you, his eyes scanning your almost fully clothed form. “You’re so beautiful, (Y/n).” he praised, smile widening at the blush creeping onto your face. He never called you by your name, not since the first time you had talked to each other. The use of your name seemed to solidify the moment, and brought you down from the high of the divine groping of the man beneath you.

You could only stare into the man’s eyes as warmth spred in your chest. It had only been 3 months, but you were sure that you had met your soulmate, the man that you would be happy with to keep for forever. “I’m ready to go on.” you spoke softly, fighting the urge to avert your gaze. “Are you sure?” Michael confirmed, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. You only nodded, and straightened yourself upright on his lap. Grabbing the hem of your shirt, you pulled the article from your body. Your top was almost completely bare, save for a deep emerald green bra that hid your bosom from his sight.

Chocolate eyes shot down to the covered mounds on your chest, and pale hands came up to palm at the mounds, his eyes flicking back to yours to watch your reaction at his motions. The gentle, yet firm groping of your breasts from another person was actually quite nice. You had always made sure to pay attention to your tits when you masturbated, but something about Michael doing it sent a tingle through your body. It started in your core, and ran hot through your veins as he dipped his hands under your bra, his calloused fingers seeking out your nipples and lightly pinching them. A moan slipped through your lips, which were quickly silenced by the curly haired male’s.

Michael pushed his tongue into your mouth, invading your wet cavern as if he was claiming it for himself. One thin arm snaked around your waist, hand planting against your frame, fingers softly digging into the skin of your lower back. He pushed down, at the same time grinding his hips up. The friction put against your clothed core made you shiver, your eyes fluttering shut as broke the kiss to moan at the shock that ran through your body. Your eyes opened, half lidded as Michael kept grinding against you, a smirk tugging at his lips. Your stomach began to feel like it was a tightening, your breath picking up as you neared your edge.

“Mm… fuck…” you managed to huff out, your hips beginning to move on their own. “Eager for a virgin.” Michael teased, one hand squeezing your breast, the other still firmly planted on your lower back. The hand that was fondling your still clothed breasts shoved the bottom of the bra up, revealing your tits to the man. He watched as they swayed with the movement of your body, his tongue swiping across his lips. His hand found purchase on one of your mounds, kneading the flesh. To your unoccupied one, he swiftly caught your nipple with his mouth, his tongue flicking over the pert bud. You arched into his mouth, taking a sharp gasp at the added sensation. The tightness in your stomach strenghtened, and soon, your hips stuttered as you came, a drawn out whine pouring from your throat.

Michael sucked extra hard on your nipple before he released the bud, pressing a kiss against your tit. The hand on your other tit released it’s grip, and his other hand slid from around your back, both coming to rest on your hips. “Good girl. You sure you still want to keep going?” he purred, his thumbs hooking and unhooking from the waist band of your panties continuously, fidgeting with the fabric as he looked into your eyes. You nodded, leaning forward to kiss the ravenette. Your hands glided from his shoulder and to the buttons on his shirt, your fingers undoing each one as quickly as your could. Getting to the last button, you ran your hands over Michael’s flat stomach, moving them up to his chest just to feel his skin beneath your palms.

You stopped rubbing his torso, your hands shooting down to unfasten his belt. His lips never stopped moving with yours as he helped to pull his pants down, shoving them down to the middle of his thighs. Breaking from the kiss to breathe, a part of you began to hesitate as you finally realized just how close you were to actually having sex. Michael seemed to notice the pause, and his wandering hands paused on your body. “What’s wrong?” he asked, one hand coming up to cup your cheek. You smiled, giggling awkwardly at yourself. “Nothing… I’m just nervous.” you said, eyes downcast as one of your hand came up to trace circles on his chest with your index finger.

“Are you sure you want this? It won’t make anything weird if you want to stop.” Michael asked, reaching to grab your hands with his. “Michael, I am totally sure. I’m just nervous because it’s my first time, and I’m just… I’m just anxious,” you scoffed at yourself, playing with the man’s fingers, “I want to keep going. I’m ready.” you reassured, finally looking back into his eyes. The man smiled at you, leaning to press a soft kiss against your lips.

Michael helped to slide your panties down, just enough to uncover your wet heat. His hand slid between your legs, fingers finding your wet slit and taking the opportunity to rub over your bundles of nerves. “Ahn… fuck.” you moaned out, your forehead falling against his shoulder. The man beneath you chuckled at your reaction, unfortunately halting his actions. He didn’t leave you hanging for long, as soon you felt a finger slide into your hole, your back arching at the sudden intrusion. Michael’s finger curled inside of you, exploring your wet walls, mapping out your cunt with his digit. Your hips began to roll against his finger, eyes shutting as he stroked your g-spot, your shoulders raising as lightning striked your body.

Too lost in the moment, you almost didn’t notice a second finger pushing into you, the digits spreading inside of you, helping to stretch your walls in preparation for your first time. Moans and gasps spilled from your lips, your eyes screwing shut as you felt the bubble in your stomach begin to grow. Just as you were about to climax again, Michael’s fingers slipped from your cunt, causing you to whine at the loss. “Ungh… dick.” you muttered out, causing the man to laugh. “You already had one. Don’t be selfish.” he said, bringing the fingers that were inside you to his mouth.

His tongue flicked out over his slender fingers, tasting your juices while keeping eye contact with you. You gulped, seemingly mesmerized at the way Michael savored your taste, cleaning your fluids from his long digits. Once he was finished, he raised his hips, pulling his boxers down to finally free his throbbing erection. Your eyes shot down to take in it’s appearance, and your stomach did flips at the sight of it.

It was slightly longer than average, standing at 7 inches and thick. The head was a delicious red, and pre cum dribbled from the slit at the very tip. It was rock hard, no doubt caused by you and the night’s previous activities. Fighting the gymnastics of your tummy, you reached down, grasping the length in your hand. Michael’s hips thrusted into your grasp, a groan leaving his throat at the actions. Stroking his shaft gently, you watched his face contort in pleasure, his mouth open slightly to let out his symphany of pleasure. It was long before his wrist grabbed a hold of yours, effectively stopping your movements. “Shit… If you kept going, I was gonna cum,” he panted out, picking his head up to look at you, “That grinding you had earlier had me ready to blow.”

You blushed at that, smiling sheepishly at his words. Wordlessly, you raised your hips, the hand that was still encircling his cock guiding his tip to your slit. Before Michael could ask if you were sure once again, you pressed your lips against his. Taking the leap of faith, you began to sink slowly onto his cock, moaning into the kiss you were sharing with the man. His girth began stretching your walls uncomfortably, but still, you pushed through, not wanting to stop until you had all of him inside of you. Michael’s hands flew to your hips, helping you to oh-so-slowly take him to the hilt. Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, you broke the kiss, sighing in content as the uncomfortablility died down. Instead, a nice sensation filled your body, and Michael had to stop you from rocking your hips.

“Hey, careful. You need to get used to it.” he murmured, rubbing circles into your hips. You pouted, upset at the loss of euphoria you were hoping to achieve. You listened, though, settling for rocking your hips with the excuse of it making you stretch better. Michael gave you a stern look, but let you have your fun, secretly enjoying your mewls and off guard moans when you managed to strike against your g-spot. Finally, Michael tapped your hip, signaling for you to start whenever you wanted to.

Planting your hands on his shoulders for leverage, you began to slowly raise your hips up his length, and then slowly rocked back down, taking him all in once again. You set a steady pace of repeating the motion, your walls constricting around Michael’s cock. The tall man had to fight back the urge to take the reigns, instead focusing on the way you fucked yourself onto him, your face twisting up in undeniable pleasure each time you bounced on his lap. His hands were all over you, stroking your skin delicately or running his fingers through your hair. Praises from him to you filled the silence in the room, your hips beginning to speed up as you felt the bubble returning.

Mewls and whines accompanied his encouraging words as your thighs began to burn. The way his cock stroked every deep part inside if you was dizzying, your mind lost as you felt the bubble growing. Soon, his speaking stopped, replaced by grunts and groans as his eyes fluttered shut, his hands squeezing against the soft flesh of your hips. Finally, your body had had enough, and your hips came to a stop as you came around the intrusion inside of you, a loud cry pulling from your throat. It wasn’t long after that Michael’s own orgasm came, his seed coating your walls after the intoxicating squeeze of your cunt. Slumping forward, you rocked your hips a few times, sighing happily into the man’s shoulder. His arms wrapped around your body, pulling you close to him as he pressed kisses to the side of your head.

After a moment or two of just being with one another, you lifted your hips just enough for his cock to slide out of your cunt, settling back down against his thighs once more. Michael resorted to stroking your hair, taking in your scent as both of you finish the wind down from your highs, catching your breaths. “I don’t know why I stayed a virgin for so long.” you remarked tiredly, turning your head to look into Michael’s eyes. One eyebrow lifted, a smile tugging at the man’s lips. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” he prodded, his hands rubbing circles into your back. “Cause that was amazing.” you giggled, burying your nose against his neck. He laughed at your words, leaning his cheek against your nuzzled head. “Don’t get all crazy now that you’re tainted.” he picked, closing his eyes as he basked in the moment. “Mmm, I’ll think about it.” you retorted in a sing song voice, your own eyes fluttering closed. Then, you both fell asleep on the couch, soaking in each other’s company as you just felt each other, your heart soaring at the thought of being with Michael.

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 1 year

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I HAVE COME TO ANSWER YOUR PRAYERS BC PETE IS MY LIFE LINE.

Okay okay okay…

So you and the goths (minus Firkle) go to this goth club (yes they exist there’s one near me i frequent). Y/n and is dancing and what not and Pete is like AWOOGA and asks if she wants to “ditch these posers and go home with me”

(im so sorry if this doesn’t make sense i can’t explain shit for the life of me)

NO IT MAKES SENSE but I added a lil twist to it 😈

I’ve deemed this to be a two parter, so here’s part 1!

You’ll get the good bits in part 2!

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Everytime that the elder goths got back together in their small town of South Park, Colorado, it was tradition that the first thing they did was go visit “The Red Lounge”. It was a town famous Goth club that they had frequented for years, and even though they don’t go as much as they used to, it was fun to relive their glory days, just listening to the music playing and drinking just a little too much wine. Pete, Michael and Henrietta normally opted to just sit at the bar, deep into the yelling conversation they were having. The music was a little louder tonight, and it was tough for any of them to hear the others without raising their voices.

Which brings us to the moment at hand. Pete rolled his eyes and sighed after Michael ‘What?’ed him for the 3rd time. He took another swig of his wine before repeating himself once again, slowly and with more enunciation. Michael’s mouth formed an ‘O’ as he finally heard, nodding his head slowly as Pete’s words processed in his head. The redhead turned to look at Henrietta, who was just nursing her glass of alcohol, not paying attention to what was going on around her. Michael and Henrietta were probably way too drunk, but that didn’t stop them from keeping on. Their hangovers were gonna be ass, but that didn’t stop them before, and it wasn’t going to stop them now.

Pete’s eyes darted to the dance floor, his gaze scanning over the crowd of people who were dancing along to the beat that was playing. He sucked his teeth at the crowd, rolling his eyes as he watched people ‘embarrass’ themselves by having fun. It might have been because he was in a bad mood, or it might have been the lack of conversation with his friends, but something urged him to get up and leave the club. He would much rather prefer to be in his bed, comfortable and sleeping rather than feel like his head was going to explode at any minute.

“Hey!”

His head whipped to the side, his gaze landing on the source of the greeting. A person with an extremely friendly smile caught his eyes, and the person moved a little closer to Pete. With the lights from the bar landing on them, the redheaded goth could make out their features a little better. Kind, soft (e/c) doe eyes that were surrounded by an intricately designed eyeliner shape stared warmly into his own. Their skin was radiant in the low lighting, seeming to shimmer in the dark.

“You look lonely!” they shouted over the music, leaning a little too much of their weight on him. Pete scoffed, but accepted their weight. “I’m actually here with these two idiots!” he yelled back, ignoring the drunken glare from Michael and Henrietta. The stranger turned their head to glance at each of them, shooting a smile in their directions. Turning their head back to Pete, their smile grew wider. “My name is (Y/n)! Come dance with me!” the stranger, now dubbed (Y/n), offered, their hand slinking around Pete’s wrist. The only answer he gave was a head shake, signaling his denial at (Y/n)’s offer. The (h/c) pouted, before yanking Pete from the barstool he perched himself on.

Michael and Henrietta were laughing at the poor man’s misfortune. Or, at least, that’s what they thought he was thinking about the situation. Despite how annoying Pete thought (Y/n) was, he was enthralled with their person. They were stumbly, giggly, and drunk. It was kind of cute, Pete thought, though he would never admit it out loud. His friends’ phones were pointed at and recording Pete as his new companian pulled him closer, guiding him into moving his hips with theirs. In all honesty, if the redhead could have been closer to them, he would have been able to die peacefully that night. He grumbled at his friends, but became preoccupied with the new person, attempting to very stiffly move in rythym with them.

This only cause (Y/n) to laugh, and then drape their arms around his neck. Leaning in, ther lips pressed softly against his ear, their tongue darting out to lick the shell. “Ditch those posers and come home with me,” they purred, pulling back from Pete to study his face. His eyes were wide and his face quickly starting matching his hair town. Sparing one last glance over to his friends, who were still taking the piss out of him, his eyes landed back on (Y/n)’s. Pete could only nod at their words, and let himself be dragged away by them after they gave a cheer, a grin splitting their face. Pete threw once last glance to his two friends before following the (h/c), allowing himself to be led from the bar. Michael and Henrietta stared slack jawed at the scene, looking at each other and then back at the door in disbelief.

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 1 year

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Could you write a smut abt riding Michaels face pls .this blog has made me simp so hard for this man

Lmao y’all call me pathetic but I just wanted to jump right into the meat and potatoes of this story 🥴

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A moan fell from your lips as you rocked your hips against Michael’s tongue. Your eyes scrunched up as you tried to focus on chasing your own high, but also in concentration of keeping your weight up, afraid of harming your tall boyfriend underneath you. The curly haired man had been begging you for what felt like months to indulge him in his dirty little want, and finally, after a shared bottle of wine, you gave him. Now, here you were perched over him, knees on either side of his head, his mouth settled neatly between your thighs as he ate you out. Michael seemed to be enjoying himself, humming in satisfaction at almost every taste he got from your soaked core, his eyes closed blissfully as he swiped his tongue through your folds.

His tongue flicked over your clit, and you had to place your hands on the headboard so you didn’t fall, the sensation making your thighs shake. The man seemed to notice your reaction, and began his assault on your poor bundle of nerves, causing you to begin whining and cursing under your breath. You felt his arms snake under and over your thighs, his hands keeping a tight grip on your legs to keep you in place. “Fuck, Michael, please, ngh.” you managed to get out between moans, your hand moving between your legs to grasp a handful of the raven’s curls. Michael’s eyes opened, and he only stared up at you, drinking in your features and sounds like he had been without water for a year.

His wet muscle left your clit, replaced by a soft kiss as he let his tongue rest for a moment. Pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, he smirked up at you. “Do you still hate it?” Michael asked, pressing more kisses to the inside of your thighs. “I would have loved if you kept going.” you pathetically whimpered out, tugging on his hair, trying to guide his mouth back to your cunt. He moaned at your actions, sighing in bliss after the pain left his scalp. “Easy, love.” he chuckled, patting your thigh softly. Michael’s tongue flicked out once again, swiping through your slit. You shuddered at the action, sighing quietly as his assault to your sex began once again.

It didn’t take long for you to begin feeling that all too familiar knot start to wind up in your stomach. Michael’s tongue was sunk into your hole, his moaning seemingly making it seem like he was enjoying this more than you. His jokes for you to break his neck didn’t seem so much like a joke anymore, in fact, you thought he seemed perfectly content to die doing what you both were doing right now. As the knot began to swell, you grabbed a fistful of his hair again. You began grinding down against his tongue, rocking your hips in tune with the flicking of his wet muscle. Mewls and whimpers spilled from your lips. Your thighs burned deliciously as you chased your orgasm, beginning to sing Michael’s name like a hymn as the build up began.

Your hips were quickly becoming out of rythym, your mouth open slightly as you panted from your exercise. Michael had opted to press his tongue flat against your cunt, his eyes watching you as you pleasured yourself on his tongue, riding his face kind of like you rode his dick. With one more slide against his tongue, you threw your head back, letting out a high pitched moan as the knot snapped, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. Absentmindedly, you rocked against his tongue, riding out your high, eyelashes fluttering gently as the small amount of overstimulation to your clit.

Finally coming to a stop, you gathered up your remaining strength, tiredly maneuvering yourself to straddle his waist and not his face. Michael gave a dopey grin to you, his eyes filled with a lusty haze as he stared at your form. His chin was wet with your fluids, and you blushed in embarrassment at the sight. “Uh… Sorry. Got a little carried away.” you muttered softly, your own smile beginning to cross your face. “Shit, don’t be sorry. That was probably the hottest thing you’ve ever done.” he murmured, his hands coming up to rest on your hips. He pushed against your slowly, a silent que for you to scoot a little bit further down. You would have questioned why if you didn’t feel the familiar poke of his erection against your ass. “But now that you’ve had your fun,” Michael said, abruptly flipping you over so you were splayed out beneath him, “I’m getting my payback.” he laughed darkly, his lips coming to attack yours. Sinking into the kiss, you accepted the fact that you had a long night ahead of you.

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