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spgothkidsheadcanons · 3 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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secrets-of-the-library · 7 months

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We've got a soft spot for the rare pair Millipete so here you go! Don't they make a cute couple? I put in the optional stand-alone versions too as a bonus!

#south park #sp #sp millie #sp pete #sp goth kids #sp red goth #sp rare pair #millipete

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candiiskool · 1 year

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So I always had a head cannon that if Pip didn’t die he would become friends with the goth kids and became goth,the goth kids are respectful to him just as they are to each other so they call him by his real name so meet romantic goth Phillip🌸💖🌸💖🌸

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glimfag · 1 year

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Pete Thelman stimboard for @h0ppin-channels <3

🕯 ❤️ 🕸

🛁 ☆ 💋

💀 🖌 🚬

#pete thelman #south park #sp goth kids #stimboard #red #black #soap cutting #smoke #candles #spiders #plushie #bath bomb

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cozynobodies · 1 year

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Pete falling asleep in class °u°

#dawn of the posers #south park goth kids #fan art #south park #pete thelman #red goth #my cat watched me draw this the entire time I was making this

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jackalopes-pen · 5 months

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Chapter 5: Perspective

Summary: Pete is noticing that Stan has been inconsistent, and it’s starting to get him paranoid.

Characters: Stan Marsh, Pete Thelman, Michael (No last Name)

Word Count: 867

Previous [Laughter] | [Debriefing]

A/N: I genuinely think what little traction I had is gone. Just kind of a void account until I get noticed by someone bigger. Whatever though, I’m still doing this.

School fucking sucks. It’s not as if that’s some revolutionary take, but it was practically Pete’s mantra for the entirety of this. It felt like no one could just shut the fuck up about how ‘lucky’ he was to be a kid from the East District allowed to go the preparatory school. Some fucking deal to tolerate rich assholes and have his scholarship questioned every other day. It felt like everyone at home was up their own ass about ‘the four lucky kids’ who got some ‘great honour’, and everyone here says he doesn’t belong.

Sometimes, when he gets shoved in the halls and called every synonym for poor you can think of, he wishes he didn’t apply. That damn literary scholarship is the only reason he’s here and not with the people he knows. One stupid essay and a poem later, now this is his life. But if he didn’t then his closest friend would be alone with a bunch of preppy a-holes so it’s difficult to say he wouldn’t even if he knew what would happen. Poor guy was completely isolated and came back with bruises or marks every day. It was horrible to watch, especially as Pete saw a once confident and nonchalant man become closed-off and trapped in his own thoughts. All alone…

Speaking of, he’s been sitting alone at this library for the better part of five minutes and that tall bastard he did this for still hasn’t shown up. They have an idiot they’ve been forced to tutor, where the fuck is he?!

Michael suddenly came in, absolutely drenched in water, feathers, and glitter, He looked completely pissed off. “Not. A. Word.”

Pete can barely contain his laughter. Michael looks like a wet bird, still dripping on the ground. He lets himself laugh to get it out but quickly regains composure. Pete pats the seat next to him.

“So… why?” Stan asked tentatively.

“None of your business, conformist.” Michael sighs and shakes his head so it stops dripping.

“Oh sorry…” Stan sounds ashamed for asking. It’s probably sarcastic, anyway. People like him hold no sympathy for people like them. They’re different species, by his standards. They’re the assholes who do this kind of thing to people who are just trying to live.

“Why do you care? Let’s just get this over with.” Pete rolled his eyes.

After a painfully long session of teaching one idiot how to do the basics of poetry, Pete and Michael started on their way home. It's a long route, walking down to the subway, riding three stations, then walking about a mile until they get to their own section of the East District.

“I just don’t get it.” Pete said as they rode through the subway.

“Get what?” Michael said, glancing over. He was still trying to get the glitter off his clothes.

“That guy, Stan. First he’s all chatty and friendly, then he accuses you of being a vigilante, and then he pretends to be all concerned when shit happens. It’s just- confusing. I don’t get his deal.” Pete said, he sighed and rolled his eyes. “These damn privileged assholes, they’re just fucking weird.”

“I mean, yeah. But is that our problem?” Michael looked over at Pete then continued speaking “Why is it our business what some dickwad does?”

“If he’s trying to accuse us of being wanted criminals, then yeah. It is our business.” Pete hissed out.

“It’s like there’s an open case on it. He’s probably just like any other annoying prep, thinks the first poor person they see is a murderer.” Michael rolls his eyes. He’s probably right in all honesty, it’s just another classist.

They came to their stop on the subway, and shuffled out of the station. Walking out into a completely different area then they entered. Instead of nice, well kept buildings they’re old and dilapidated. Nothing is clean, nothing is safe. They try to avoid walking on broken glass, as they make their way to their homes.

It’s a little community of Slavic immigrants, with not enough from any one country to branch out. They just stick together and try to keep their languages and cultures alive in their children. It has too many damn names for anyone’s liking, Pete just decided to call it ‘The North’. He looked around at the various slavic flags hanging from windows and balconies, to find the polish flag. They all looked like the same poorly constructed tenant, it was the only distinct feature.

“See you around, man. Let me know if the glitter comes out.” Pete waved Michael off, who left without a sound apparently a while ago. “Oh… okay. Bye, dude.”

Pete walked up to the decaying apartment building, and climbed the steps to his apartment, with his Babcia Zuzanna. He waved her a quick hello and flopped down on the couch, eager to sleep.

After a day of bullshit, annoyance, and with a lot to do later that night he just needed a nap. He needed to be unconscious for a while and rest before he had to deal with any more fuckery. Pete sighed into the couch and closed eyes. He fell asleep almost immediately.

#south park #south park fic #fan fiction #south park goth kids #sp goth kids #sp stan marsh #south park stan #south park pete #pete thelman #south park michael #red hair goth kid #michael tall goth kid #south park fractured but whole

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stripeixii-rp · 9 months

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☆OPEN☆

☆Pete Thelman☆

☆Southpark☆

South Park usually never reached a temperature higher than 86 degrees in the summer because of its altitude , but this summer had hit a record high of 98 in the day and a startling low of 92. It almost goes without saying that South Park's residents were not thrilled. As expected, the metal prison that was his mom's small trailer only magnified the heat to a new excruciating type of thickness. Even with all of the openable windows open, both exterior doors wide open with only the mosquito netting acting as a barrier, and all of the doors within the small trailer left astray, the metal prison was still uncomfortably hot. Not even the occasional hot breeze helped, and the small rotating fan didn't seem to make a dent. He was truly suffering, but with Pete's mom out of town this trailer became ideal for him to try and relax in peace. Tonight would have been one of those relaxing nights, but the heat almost entirely killed the mood. So he lay, limbs outstretched, in a silent unresolved tension. It may be too hot, but oh how Pete wished he could latch onto someone, out of lack of affection. It was a painful isolation that was heavy on his mind as he lay alone, staring at the ceiling. Sweat soaked and heavy minded he pushed those thoughts away, as he now tried to think on his college courses. He was hellbent on continuing through this year, but held little hope in It as he often gave into peer pressure and boy did his peers pressure. Pete refused to swallow his pride, however, and continued on, his actions almost graceful despite the heat and the fact that just the sheet on the mattress was damp with sweat. There was no denying it was fucking hot. He grabbed a text book from his bag by the bed. He effortlessly flipped to a random page. Science it was.

For once the thick black curtain that hung over the small window of the room was shifted astray to allow any gust of air to circulate any of the heat, if only a little, yet all that seemed to pool in was moonlight. Pete decided beggars were, in fact, not choosers. He drank in the image of his empty, small, and relatively clean room in the moonlight, the way it bounced off everything, including his own rounded features, his sweat soaked chest, and no doubt his drowsy eyes, the near faint smears left behind from once shockingly dark eyeliner that he could only see part of against his cheeks and the sides of his nose. Taking a soft yet somewhat deep breath Pete couldn't help but swallow the light scent just barely clinging to the air through its damp and humid state. Sweat and dust never smelled more appealing to him as he drank in the distraction. He swallowed a bit harshly as a sharp pang of loneliness overtook him, his body involuntarily squirming with its inconvenience, though nothing overly noticeable. He was... Secretly a bit glad that he had skipped out on a gathering today, he enjoyed solitude to a degree, and today, 3 college classes where he spoke to no one was enough social interaction. Yet still he lingered on the thought of one of his friend's climate controlled houses, literally bathing in air conditioning. Fighting through his thoughts like a starving child just so he could cling to his own twin sized bed with a lumpy matress in 90 degree heat was not the best of choices, but it sure felt good. Pete was all about feeling good...

The smaller boy moved lazily, bringing a hand up to his sweat soaked fringe to push it off his scarred forehead, though did little to the sweat that ran down his neck and side as he shifted. Soon enough it didn't matter anyway as his arm was draped over his own bare abdomen once more, his fingers laced gently in the belt loop of his, probably heat trapping jeans. He hadn't even realised his face was fully visible now, makeup almost completely removed by sweat and annoyed hands, no one would witness it though. Sweat gently highlighting his abundance of acne scars, and his now unkempt eyebrows soaked in sweat revealed just how much he wasn't looking into his appearance. Hell, for class he was just in a slate grey t-shirt and jeans, he avoided the daylight as if it where the plague, so why fuss? Actually keeping up with school work seemed to warrant less time to appearance. Pete absolutely hated when he felt like this. it was absolutely, annoyingly bittersweet. He tried so hard to ignore his lonesome thoughts but all of these little things added up. From the mindless chatter of strangers to the annoying repetative noise of pages turning, he wanted nothing to do with that today, and worked to convince himself he was glad he was home alone. Digging through his pockets helplessly erratic, he decided he needed a cigarette and within the next 3 minutes. He pulled out the slim stress reliever from its pack and shoved the filter into his mouth with shaky hands. It was definitely an odd thought process for the normally abrasive male. He stood and quickly escaped the newly discovered suffocating atmosphere of the small room. He didn't like the negative thought flowing in and hoped that this would be enough of a distraction.

Hr didn't actually feel better until he stepped outside, the hot breeze hitting him violently though far better than anything he could hope for inside. Thinking on it now he shouldn't have vacated so abruptly, but even so, no one was there to witness it. He was buzzing on a newfound restlessness. He felt sick.

The heat was not a helping factor. He attempted to swallow all his feeling as he sat on the metal steps leading into the trailer.

He went to light his cigarette but it seems the lighter was out of fluid. It was almost ironic that he couldn't start a fire but it was fucking hot outside.

#roleplay #literate roleplay #literate rp #rp #south park #sp #sp pete #pete thelman #red goth #sp red goth #sp hairflip #hairflip goth #sp hairflip goth #main stripeixii

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rhirhidamiengurl666 · 2 years

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I have this headcanon that Pete is McDaniels' nephew.

#pete the red goth #south park #my art

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clydesdonovan · 2 years

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Do any of you remember when Pete’s accepted fandom name was Dylan

#I’m talking about red goth btw #idk if there’s more Pete’s or not fjsjd but ya know #anyway. I kinda miss it when we made up names !! those were fun times

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onyx66 · 2 years

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Freak Show AU Pt. 2

Michael

Our next freak is Pete Thelman or the “Boil Boy”.

He was orphaned at five after his parents died of influenza. He spent his childhood in a foster home with loneliness since none of the kids want to play with him. Once he reached puberty, his skin turned very oily that resulted in multiple cystic acne breaking out all over his skin i.e his face, back and buttocks. There were also two giant bumps on his back that makes it difficult for Pete to lie down as they were a heavy weight on his back. Pete tried to scratch and pop his pimples but it only resulted in a ridiculous amount of pus and blood flowing out with severe rashes and pockmarks remaining on his skin. His poor hygiene also contributed to his continuous breakouts since there wasn’t much clean water at his orphanage, which resulted in Pete being bullied for his appearance.

One day, the circus owner visited Pete’s foster home and offered him a job at his circus. Not wanting to endure the bullying anymore, Pete accepted. He’s not allowed to put on a shirt or take baths (except for once a month when there aren’t any performances) so he could keep his acne prone skin.

Additionally, Pete can play the drums and a lute after years of practice. That’s why he’s part of the band in the circus. He wishes to be an actual musician outside the circus one day but thinks he won’t be good enough. Pete also works as a cleaner to clean up before and after performances. He’s close to Michael, Henrietta and especially Firkle since he thought of him as the little brother he never had.

#goth kids #south park #goth kids south park #south park fanart #pete thelman #sp pete #south park au #freak show au #red goth

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gotyckasztuka · 22 days

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I will give some headcanons soon >:3

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 3 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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