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starsofang · 1 year ago

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Pairing: John Price x F!Reader Summary: John loves his goth girlfriend. TW: NSFW, MDNI, oral sex, dirty talk, p in v sex, this is honestly freaky nasty Collab with @141wh0re!! <3 Here’s her link! A/N: collab with the lovely skelly, who loves the idea of john with a goth girlfriend just as much as me that we decided to collab on it and write about it :p i do plan on writing another version of this with a dom goth girlfriend bc that idea has me going insane, but for now, i hope you enjoy this because it's a doozy. title inspired by babymetal bc i love them

You threw John into a complete whirlwind when you first came into his life. It was totally unexpected, meeting you, but what was more unexpected was how attracted he was from the very beginning. You were like nothing he’d ever seen before, painted in heavy-set makeup with thickly layered eyeliner, fluttering lashes, and that black lipstick that had him holding on to the last bit of his sanity.

Now, whenever he’d seen pretty women like you who had a love for unique clothing and makeup, always adorned in various accessories and clothing that would cause heads to turn, he often brushed it to the back of his mind because really, what would a boring, old military man like him be doing with lovely goddesses like those?

The two of you clicked though, the dynamic quickly blossoming into a relationship that had John feeling alive again. Sure, he wasn’t an old man (as much as his task force loved to label him as one), but you had a youthful spirit that seemed to smooth out the stress lines on his face from years of grueling battles and hard-earned wins. It was like you were reminding him of how to live life again, rather than let it smother him until he couldn’t breathe.

You were also teaching him that he still had it in him to pop a boner every time he was remotely in your vicinity.

You were cooking up a meal in the kitchen? Hard.

You were lounging on the couch with your feet propped up in his lap? Hard.

You were sitting in front of the mirror, humming along to a song playing from your phone while you did your makeup? Painfully fucking hard.

It was the most mundane things you did that had him nearly pouncing on you like a dog in heat, but who could blame him, really? Besides, it’s not like you minded. You were just as bad as him.

Oftentimes, you’d wear something that you knew would get him riled up. You found that his particular favorite was when you’d strap on a tight corset around your waist, especially the ones that had dainty chains hanging loosely from it. Or, when you’d wear a choker, the thick leather strapped to your neck like a dog collar. John was barely able to restrain himself when you did yourself up like that.

Just like today, you could already see him out of the corner of your eye, silently watching you with tense fists resting in his lap while you finished up in the mirror. His eyes never left you, tracing over the sight of your steady hands carving out the shape of your lips with black lipstick, nor did they leave you when you stood up to enter the closet, tugging out a few clothing options to garner his opinion.

Holding up one of the dresses in your hold to show it off to him, you pretended to ignore the way his expression darkened into something more hungry.

“You think this one will look alright for tonight?” you asked, raising your eyebrows in question as you gauged his response.

John decided it was time for you to meet his boys as he called them, the ones who kept him upright when he’d leave for an extended period of time on a mission, and you wanted to look your best. After all, impressions mattered, even more so when your style didn’t necessarily appeal to all societal standards – though, John wanted you to go as you are, unashamed of the way he could flaunt his goth-loving girlfriend like a trophy on a shelf.

John’s eyes fluttered over to the dress you held up before flicking back to you. “Mm. I like that one.”

You hummed in response, feigning ignorance to the way his voice seemed a bit more sultry, more strangled. He watched as you flipped up another dress option, silently asking for a second opinion, and the way his eyes narrowed didn’t go unnoticed. Of course, the second dress was one of his favorites, with the way it hugged your body while simultaneously cascading a nice flow of fabric that made you look even more entrancing to him. Like a goddess on Earth, and him a mere mortal who was starstruck.

“Playin’ a dangerous game here, love,” he gritted out, and you grinned at him, cocking your head.

“Your opinions are important to me, John.”

John released a breath, glancing back over to the dress, silently thinking. “That one,” he announced, jabbing his head in the direction of the second option. “So long as I can take it off of you by the end of the night.”

You raised an eyebrow at his implications, stalking over to where he sat on the bed to place the mesh of fabric down beside him. “Well, that’s always in the cards,” you mused. “Or you could be a doll and help me put it on for now.”

John groaned low under his breath, leaning back on his hands as they pressed into the soft foam of the mattress. He stared up at you with a look of adoration mixed with starved famish, and it sent heat waves through your entire body. He looked at you like you were his favorite meal while also as if you were the heavens above.

“What’s the use in puttin’ it on when I prefer you with it off?” he grumbled, hands coming up to grab hold of your hips now that you stood in front of him. He gently tugged you forward, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, fingers carding through his hair.

“Because your boys are expecting us. Your plans, by the way,” you teased, your long fingernails gently scratching at the back of his head, eliciting a low moan under his breath.

“M’sure they won’t mind waitin’ a bit,” he grumbled. You snickered in amusement, lightly gripping his hair to tilt his head back, peering down at him with a spark of interest. He smiled up at you, hands slipping off of your hips to instead wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you to sit on his lap. “Too pretty of a woman to not want to ruin anyway.”

“I just did my makeup,” you protest, only for him to grin wider.

“That’s the whole point, sweetheart.” John leaned his head into your neck, tickling you with his beard and tracing his lips over your soft skin, pressing longing kisses along the column. You breathed out through your nose at the sensation. “Fuckin’ love the way you do it. Seeing you get all dolled up, god, makes me want to devour you. Such a pretty girl, you are.”

You let out a low hum, eyes fluttering shut as you tilted your head to grant him more access to your neck. His lips trailed along the snug leather that was seated along your neck, his hand coming up to tuck two fingers underneath it and pull you impossibly closer to him.

Chokers were one of his favorites specifically because of its uses. He’d play a game of tug of war with himself, taking advantage of the smooth collar to guide you in ways he wanted you. More importantly, he loved having it live up to the name in effortlessly choking you on occasion.

“Don’t know what a geezer like me did to settle with a woman like you,” he murmured against your skin before promptly pulling back to gaze up at you, eyes heavy with lustful desire.

John’s words sent warmth right down to your core, his praise turning you into an easy puddle of mush. You couldn’t help but shift on his lap in uncontained eagerness, lips parting as you stared at him. His eyes flickered down before leaning forward to take your bottom lip between both of his, giving a teasing suck before pulling back with a grin.

“Goin’ to let me take you, sweetheart?” His voice was hushed and alluring, breath fanning over your face. “Hm? Ruin that pretty makeup of yours just how you always like it?”

Your breath hitched and you were unable to pry your eyes away from his. His gaze was like a scorching burn that singed every inch of your skin.

“I’ll have to redo it if you do that,” you weakly argued, but he could see right through you.

“Never cared about it before,” he retorted right back, and you silently cursed him. John knew just how to rile you up and make you pliant, and unfortunately for you, it was working once again.

As if to persuade you further, he returned to his previous torment on your neck, dipping down to place them along the skin of your chest that peeked out beneath your sleep shirt you had yet to change out of. After all, it wasn’t like he had allowed you the chance to dress properly – yet.

John’s hands trailed up your sides and to your breasts, lightly groping them through the fabric of your shirt. You were a goner just from that, and there was no possible way you were going to deny his request, even if it meant being late to meeting his task force.

A protesting whine was on the tip of your tongue when he let go of them, sliding his hands back down your bottom and instead resting back on your hips, index fingers slipping underneath the hem of your shirt. His fingertips brushed along your skin, sending a shiver down your spine and an ache to form between your legs.

“Maybe just a quick one won’t hurt,” you reasoned, resulting in a hearty chuckle from him.

“Just a quick one,” he agreed before finally grasping the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head. With your tits now free, he wasted no time in returning to circling his palms around the fat of them, head dipping down to take one of your nipples in between his lips. Upon contact, he let out a satisfied groan, sending muted vibrations through your body and causing you to whimper softly.

One of your hands tangled itself back into his hair, eagerly pressing him further into your breast, holding him there. He continued to suck greedily, occasionally taking you in between his teeth to lightly bite down, sending flutters in your stomach.

With one of his large hands keeping your breast firmly in place so he could continue his attack with his mouth, the other brushed down your nude sides, calloused fingers rough against the smoothness of your skin. They continued downward until reaching the waistline of your pants, some cute pajamas he’d given you a while back adorned with skulls (because they reminded him of you, of course).

He teased you, barely slipping his fingertips beneath the elastic band.

“John,” you whined. He pulled off of your breast with a small pop, giving you a smug look. “You said it would be a quick one.”

“Did I say that?” he hummed, pressing sloppy kisses along your chest, purposefully avoiding your perk nipples. “Sorry, sweetheart. Tend to lose a bit of my memory when I catch a glimpse of you.”

You snorted at his obvious teasing, opening your mouth to retort before you were promptly cut off by his fingers finally sliding into your waistband, eager to cup your cunt and slip up along your slit. A surprised gasp escaped you, and he grinned against your skin.

“Mm,” he groaned quietly, fingers delving underneath your panties so he could get a feel of the wetness coating them. “Don’t know how you expect me to be quick when you’re this fuckin’ wet. Makes me want to take my time with you.”

His middle finger felt through the warm slick before fixating on your clit, giving it an experimental roll. It caused your mouth to drop open, eyes fluttering. Instant heat flooded from your cunt, pulsating you with an aching burn. His ring finger joined his middle, circling your clit with a skilled routine.

“M’sure you want me to take my time, too, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked mockingly. You gazed at him through hooded eyelids before nodding dumbly, already tipsy off of his mere touch. “Thought so.”

His pace on your clit was steady and slow. Agonizing, unfulfilling, just enough to keep you on the edge of a crumbling cliff, but not enough to have you free falling. He loved working you into a messy turmoil, slowly breaking you until you were pleading for more. Ruining you.

All thoughts of having to get proper for meeting the boys were thrown out of the window the moment he swirled your clit in delicious ways, having you squirming for more in his lap, attempting to grind down on his hand. The whole time, he wore a devilish grin, taking in the way your mouth filtered out pleased sighs and gasps, the black lipstick staining your lips only adding fuel to the fire.

He wanted to see it smeared and messy, glossed over with your spit, wanted to see it smothering his body. It was an ache he needed to relieve.

“Y’know what I really want, sweetheart?” John asked, and you hummed in acknowledgement. “To see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

You moaned breathlessly, your hips lazily grinding down on his fingers as they tormented your clit. “It’s gonna stain.”

“Good.”

Much to your dismay, he removed his fingers from your pants, giving your hip a soft pat before you found yourself kneeling in front of him, his thighs spread, cock uncomfortably tight in his trousers. He leaned back, resting on his hands, staring down at your position with red hot desire. There was no mistaking his arousal from how he looked at you like you were his holy grail. He’d get on his own knees and pray to you if he could.

You eagerly fumbled with the buckle of his belt, working nimble fingers on his button and zipper. He watched with intensity, eyes focused on the black color that coated your nails with red and white designs as decoration. They were ones he paid for you to get done himself, with the exception of his initial painted on one of your fingers.

Your eyes shifted up to look at him while he lifted his hips so you could tug his pants down enough to tug him out of his boxers, and he nearly finished at the sight of you, long, fake eyelashes fluttering up at him. You were like an enticing siren, luring him into deep pools of black, dragging him down the bottomless pit. He’d happily let you, too.

John’s hand reached out to cup the back of your head, gently guiding you forward. You took in the sight of his cock, hard and thick, the tip flushed an angry red with a bead of precum pebbling at the slit. It was a mouthwatering sight.

You instinctively parted your lips to dart your tongue out, taking in the bitter sweetness of his preseed, enticing a groan from him. His fingers tightened in your hair, keeping you in a firm grip. It encouraged you to take him fully in your mouth, suckling lightly on the tip.

Allowing saliva to pool in your mouth for an easier glide, you slipped further down his cock, taking him halfway before pulling back up and releasing him. The tint of his skin was faintly colored by the lipstick you wore, but you knew John wanted more, wanted to see himself completely ruined by it.

John’s eyes fluttered down to take a look at his cock, his hand remaining in your hair. He let out a hum of approval. “Go on. Make a mess of my cock, hm?”

The tone of his voice was pure sin, sending a shiver down your spine. You wrapped your hand fully around his cock, keeping him steady to feed him back into your mouth. The taste of him burst on your tastebuds, and you found yourself seeking more of it, the mix of musk and soap from the shower he’d taken not too long ago.

Dipping your head deeper, you took as much as him as you could in your mouth before setting an easy pace. You let the hand in your hair tug you up and down, making sure to relax your throat when his hips began to shallowly buck into the sensation of your warmth.

“Fuck, look at you,” he cooed, voice raspy and heavenly. “Such a pretty girl, takin’ it so well.”

You hummed around him, and the feeling made him groan, head falling back.

The more you went down on him, the more drool pooled around your lips, dribbling down your chin. It was a messy work of art, your lipstick smudging around his cock as well as the corners of your mouth, just like he wanted. It coated him with smeared black, leaving streaks behind with every bob of your head.

His groans and grunts filled your ears like sweet melodies, becoming more strangled and raspy ghe more he succumbed to your notions. Eager to hear more, you slid further down until your nose tickled along the pubes that lined his pelvis, throat relaxing around him enough to allow him the intrusion.

“Fuck,” he moaned, gripping your hair tighter and pressing you into him impossibly closer, bucking up into you and causing you to gag. His eyes found yours from where you were swallowed around his dick, darkened with heated want. “That’s it. Take all of it.”

You were eager to please, so you continued, pulling back to suckle the tip just to fall back down to the base. His hips began thrusting up to match your pace, fucking your face while maintaining gentleness as not to hurt you (though, you wouldn’t mind that either, nor would it be the first time he did it).

You could tell from the way his thighs tensed and flexed, and the way his hand tangled your hair in a vice, that he was beginning to unravel. Heat pooled into his abdomen, his cock twitching in your mouth.

Your eyes locked with his, eyelashes fanning up prettily. Your lipstick was ruined, plastering all around his dick like a drunken painting, stalking a claim on him.

John let out a shuddered groan, hips bucking up one last time before his cum spilled down your throat, forcing you to swallow it down. It was a bitter taste that you couldn’t get enough of, greedily taking it for yourself.

You only pulled away when it became too stimulating for him, his hand guiding you off and loosening its grasp. You waited patiently for him to catch his breath, planting a sloppy kiss on his muscled thigh, tattooing a lipstick mark on it to match his cock.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he gasped out, staring down at you with a dazed smile. His hand reached out to brush his thumb along your glossy bottom lip, smudging a bit of the lipstick further, or at least what remained of it. “C’mon, it’s your turn, yeah? God, just want to ruin you.”

You sucked in a sharp breath when he helped you stand from your knees and to your feet, only to press you right down on the mattress, bent over with your ass perked up for him.

His fingers slipped under the waistline of your pants and shimmied you out of them, leaving you bare and exposed. The sight of you caused him to sigh blissfully, a large hand groping one of your asscheeks and spreading you apart to see the glistening wetness waiting for him.

“Fuckin’ wet, aren’t you, doll? Bet you don’t even need any prep, think you can take me now?”

You whined pathetically, arching a bit more for him to admire the display, head resting comfortably on your crossed arms. You gave him a lazy nod in response, wiggling a bit more.

The pads of his fingers slid through your slick, spreading it along your puffy lips, creating an even bigger mess than before.

They didn’t linger for long before you felt the head of his cock slip through, lubing himself up with your own wetness, occasionally catching on to your clit and causing you to gasp and squirm. A firm hand smacked across your ass, drawing a whimper from you.

“Sit still. Got to make it quick, remember, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t care less about being late to meeting his force. Now that you were desperate to feel the fullness of him inside your weeping walls, it was the last thing on your mind.

Finally, the head of his cock pressed past your first ring of muscle, making your mouth drop open and the breath to get caught in your throat. He pressed more and more, filling you up until it was nearly too much, his hips rested against your ass.

“Fuck, there we go. Such a pretty thing,” he cooed, pulling his hips back just to press back into you with a shallow thrust. It was too much, while not enough. “Sorry ‘bout the makeup, sweetheart.”

You opened your mouth to reply before the words were forced back in when he snapped his hips at a more brutal pace, leaving you speechless and cockdrunk.

John took no mercy on you, meaning it when he said he’d make it quick. He fucked into you with a grueling burn of desire, jolting your body with every thrust, surging you further up the bed. When he felt you slipping away from you, he dipped two fingers under the choker around your neck from behind, tugging you back and holding you up for him to use freely, the leather digging into your throat deliciously.

You released whiny, strangled moans, filling the room with intoxicating noise that filtered through his ears and lit up a fire in his body. Tears began to form along your lash line, dripping down your cheeks and streaking your makeup in a messy trail of black eyeliner and mascara.

You looked absolutely wrecked.

“Good fuckin’ girl, look at you,” he praised, keeping his fingers around your choker but leaning over your backside so he could get a view of your face, grinning devilishly at the sight. “Beautiful.”

“John,” you gasped out, voice broken and shaky, resulting in a smug snicker on his end.

“Yeah, sweetheart? Like bein’ ruined by me, hm?”

You nodded dumbly, mind completely blank of anything other than his cock as it plunged in and out, knocking the wind out of you.

He chuckled again, tightening his grip on the choker and forcing you to arch impossibly more, slapping his hips into the plush of your ass and feeding into the red hot need you’re seeking.

The muscles in your stomach tightened, threatening to snap at any moment. It felt good, so good it had you moaning out his name without so much of a care at how loud you were being.

It only egged him on, releasing his own raspy moans and grunts. Sweat beaded his eyebrow, dripping down the side of his face as he focused on giving you all of him and more.

Simmering heat built into a bushfire, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to last long. You were teetering on the edge, and as if he knew it, he picked up the pace, causing you to clench around him, sucking him in with a tight grip.

“Yeah, just like that, sweetheart,” he groaned, smoothing his hand that wasn’t gripping your choker up your back and worming its way to your front, plucking one of your nipples between his fingertips. It sent a jolt through you, even more so when that same hand dipped down to circle your clit with his cock rutting into you.

Your orgasm hit you like a truck, mouth dropping open in a silent scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your cunt squeezed around him, his hips stuttering and pace becoming sloppy at the sensation, before a long moan left his lips. Warmth flooded inside of your cunt, painting your walls white and leaving you full.

Heavy breaths left both of you, gasping for air. John slowly pulled out of you, brushing his thumb against your cunt and marveling at the white cum that threatened to seep out.

“Think we’ll still be late?” he asked cheekily, and you let out a breathy laugh, reaching an arm back to gently push him away.

You were, in fact, late. Having to redo your makeup and throw together an outfit, decorating your look with your normal display of jewelry and accessories, you ended up at the bar roughly twenty minutes after the original meeting time.

John tugged you inside, seemingly unbothered by your shared carelessness, introducing you to his boys with a proud smile. He didn’t hesitate to drag you along to the bar for some drinks after a brief conversation, hand resting on your lower back in a show of possession.

“Didn’t know Cap was into goth chicks,” Gaz muttered in disbelief, eyes staring the two of you down and taking in your unique clothing and otherworldly makeup choice.

“Shit, I might have to hop on the fuckin’ train,” Soap murmured in awe, earning a sharp kick to his shin from Ghost beneath the table.

#call of duty #cod #cod mw3 #cod x reader #john price #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #captain john price #john price smut #goth!reader #price x reader #captain price #this is nasty #cod smut

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marvelobsessed134 · 1 year ago

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Bucky with a goth girlfriend headcannons

A/n: idk if I used this picture already for another fic but it’s whatever

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Goth!Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of sex but that’s about it

* So obviously no one would suspect you and Bucky Barnes would be dating since the two of you are like polar opposite’s

* But you had ran into him at a coffee shop and the two of you got to talking

* Bucky was enamored by your style, he found it very interesting and cool

* You explained to him what goth was and how it’s a music based subculture but of course there’s also a style that goes along with it

* Of course you were in shock that the avenger even wanted to talk to you…he’s an avenger for Christs sake! He can have any girl he wants!

* So he took you out on a couple dates before the two of you made it official

* He listens to the goth playlist you made for him so he could get know your music and culture

* In return shows you songs from the 40s

* The two of you like to go thrifting together and finding new stuff to upcycle and make your own

* After hours of pestering Bucky finally let you give him a goth makeover

* You decided to do a more simple look for him and not as extreme

* He ended up liking it but was more comfortable in his regular style

* He does dress like it when the two of you go to goth clubs to dance

* And so, he’s become a goth himself he just doesn’t dress like it often (all that matters is if you listen to the music)

* He likes to help you do your makeup everyday (he’s watched endless tutorials to get it just right)

* He doesn’t fetishize you for being goth though of course he finds you sexy and you guys have lots of sex because who wouldn’t have lots of sex with this super soldier?

* All in all you guys are both very happy with each other and compliment each other very well

#marvel x reader #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes x goth!reader #goth!reader #goth #trad goth #Bucky Barnes imagine #bucky barnes headcanon #marvel headcanons

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little-miss-fandom-freak · 6 months ago

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Jayce Talis x Goth!Reader

Here's the 2nd Goth!Reader story as promised, Dr. Phosphorus' is on the way!

The two of you met while he was in the Undercity buying parts for his newest project.

You were a regular in Benzo's shop, selling anything you found while you were out scavenging. You were in the back, looking for something in particular for a project of your own. When you came from the back, Jayce digging through a box of power converters.

"Whos this guy?" You asked as you walked behind the counter.

Ekko shrugged. "Some topsider."

When he finally found the one he needed, Jayce dropped it in his box and slammed it on the counter.

"How much for all this?" He asked.

Ekko looked at you, then back at him. "Um... let me look."

As Ekko looked through the box, the Jayce's gaze drifted to you. You were too busy going through Benzo's knick-knack box to notice, but he was completely infatuated with you. So infatuated, he didn't even hear Ekko tell him the accurate price. When Jayce didn't respond, Ekko took advantage and doubled the price. Jumping out of his thoughts, Jayce quickly paid, and as Ekko happily scurried away, Jayce kept his eyes on you.

Feeling his gaze, you looked up at him through your lashes. "Can I help you?"

He looked almost startled when you acknowledged him. "Oh-um. I was... um... I-I was just... uh, I wa-wanted to say you... you-you look... nice."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his flustered self. "Thanks. Not so bad yourself, Topsider."

"To-Topsider? How-How'd you- I mean, what? Me, top-topsider no! No I'm not..." He realized he wasn't convincing you at all.

You laughed once again. "You're funny. I like that."

"You-You do?" He couldn't believe his luck right now. Grabbing you supplies, you walked around the counter with a pen in your hand. You pulled his hand twords you and wrote down your information on it and without another word, you left.

♡ Your first date with Jayce was to the History of Piltovian Technology Muesum. He felt a little embarrassed by it at first but was thrilled to find out how much you loved it.

♡ He doesn't quiet understand Goth culture (He's the type of person to call anyone wearing a lot of black Goth), but he tries

♡ He builds you little robot creatures and gifts them to you randomly (holiday or not)

♡ Your dynamic is literally the "He asked for no pickles" meme

♡ Let's you practice new makeup styles on him. It sounds since until you realized he cannot sit still at all.

♡ You're basically known around the university pretty early on as Jayce's scary girlfriend.

♡ People think Jayce is haunted after the one time you spent the day on campus with him and Viktor. Several students reported a ghost sighting that day.

♡ Speaking of Viktor, the two of you got along like a house on fire

♡ Being that you both grew up in the Undercity, you both had a similar thought process.

♡ Despite the chaoticness of the two of you, he loved seeing his best friend and lover get along.

♡ He also introduced you to his mom not even a week into dating (even she felt like it was a little early, but she welcomed you with open arms)

♡ Kinda thinks your a witch because of all the "potions" he finds you making (theyre just medicines and face creams)

♡ If you don't live with him, he will visit you almost every single day.

♡ But if you do live with him, or at least stay at his place the most, he will let you have full control over decorating. He's a scientist, not an interior decorator. The most "fun" thing in his apartment was a dead plant on the kitchen windowsill.

♡ Loves wearing your jewelry.

♡ If you're missing a certain ring or bracelet, there's a 99% chance Jayce took it before when left that morning. (He says wearing it feels like having you there spiritually)

♡ One day, he had you meet the Kiraman's. And you were a nervous wreck.

♡ Not only were they Jayce's sponsors, but they were close friends with him, and you didn't want to ruin it.

♡ When Jayce caught you dumbing down you outfit to one thst was more casual, he FREAKED out.

♡ He hated that you felt the need to change yourself. "If they can't see past the makeup, then they're sad for just assuming who you are without even getting to know you." (He made you cry, thank God you didn't have any makeup on)

♡ Caitlyn was a little scared of you, but eased up when she saw the look of pure love in Jayce's eyes everytime he looked at you.

♡ He bases a lot of his designs around you. This lead to many if the Hex-Tech machinery having Gothic-like designs.

♡ He tries so hard to get involved in your intrests, but he doesn't understand it.

♡ Pre-Time jump Jayce gets very sick when it comes to any level if gore, so horror movies were out. He didn't quiet understand the appeal of Goth music, but he loved seeing the way your face lit up when you would explain the song or the band to him

♡ When Jayce left with Himerdinger and Ekko to investigate the Hex Core, he ran into you. He tried his best to explain everything, and he knew you didn't understand but just being able to air it all out calmed him down.

♡ You were already late for work or else you would've went with, so instead you have him your black cuff. It was his favorite because he had a matching pair that was his house colors.

♡ And good thing you gave it to him, it was the only thing that kept him mildly sane when he was in the other timeline.timeliness. He would spend hours just staring at it, trying to hold on to the memory of you

♡ When he got back, the first thing he did was try and find you. When he did, he couldn't help but kiss you until your black lipsticks rubbed off of you and onto him.

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#jayce talis #jayce talis x reader #arcane #arcane x reader #jayce arcane #goth #goth!reader #fanfic

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kitkat13001 · 2 months ago

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⛧°. ཐི❤︎ཋྀ thinkin’ about goth gf!mikasa

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who has the worstttt rbf until she sees you. then she gets a soft little smile and her eyes light up.

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who loves to dress up for you. she won’t outright admit it (after all, she dresses for herself first and foremost), but she does get pink in the cheeks when you compliment her and ask her to do a little 360 for you.

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who loves when you match with her. she’ll gift you a little cross charm and she lights up inside when she sees you keep it on your bag. she’ll paint your nails black to match hers. buy the same top in two different colors (black for her, yours in your favorite shade).

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who finds you the best fits at the thrift store. she’s got the best eye for it and she’ll always pick out something cute for her baby.

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who is your scary dog privilege. if her looks aren’t enough to scare off anyone trying to creep on you, her right hook sure is. no need to worry about a thing when you’re with her.

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who sits in your lap to do your eyeliner “for practice” (she just wants an excuse to be close to you).

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who is always putting you on new music. making 8hr long playlists for you is her love language.

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who wipes her black cherry lipstick off your face with gentle hands after she kisses you.

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who can play the piano and will learn your favorite songs to play for you while you’re over. if you’re really good, she might even sing for you.

pics from pinterest, dividers by @/anitalenia (i think? could be wrong…) — happy lesbian visibility week!! i tried to keep this gender neutral but spiritually this is for the girlies!!! kenzie baby in particular bc we see the visionnnn 🧠💆‍♀️ anyways! love you girlkissers everywhere, lesbian and otherwise!! <33

#mika is sooo for the girliesss #kitty.writes!#aot x reader #aot fluff #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa x reader #mikasa ackerman #mikasa fluff #mikasa aot #goth mikasa #mikasa x reader fluff #mikasa ackermann x reader #aot mikasa #mikasa snk #snk x reader #snk fluff #aot x reader fluff #mikasa ackerman fluff #mikasa ackerman x reader fluff

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fearlessreid · 10 months ago

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eddie munson meeting goth!princess reader

(blurb series)

𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐

it was a normal day except for the whispers going around about you, the new girl. eddie paid no mind to the whispers about the girl, another girl that would be popular by tomorrow, dating a member of the basketball team.

what he didn’t expect was the girl of his dreams to walk through the lunchroom doors.

you were dressed in all black, long dress with flared sleeves that came down to your ankles paired with high platform boots.

you were his own personal elvira come to life (someone who eddie has jerked off to the thought of more than he’d like to admit).

he was drawn to you with a magnetic force he couldn’t explain, he knew he needed to serve you just like gomez does to morticia.

mikes eyes follow eddies gaze to you and mike takes one look at you and chuckles “someone should tell her halloween doesn’t come for another month” he teases and eddie glares at him and throws a cracker at his head

“silence sheep, that’s my future wife you are talking about” eddie hisses and goes back to worshipping you with his eyes.

gareth scoffs “do you even know her name?”. eddie slightly blushes and glares.

“not yet but i’m gonna find out” he states confidently. gareth sees you walking towards their table and he snickers “better be soon, gomez, your morticia is coming our way”

eddies palms start to sweat as you approach the table.

“which one of you is the dm” you say blankly. eddies words get lost “i-uh-what?” he says nervously and the rest of the table snickers.

you roll your eyes “the dungeon master? a red head girl said you guys play dnd”

eddies at a loss for words, not only are you the object of his spank bank desires, you also play dnd? how perfect are you.

eddie smirks “that would be me”, you nod “great, do you have room for one more…” you await his name.

he stands up so you are face to face with him “eddie…eddie munson” he sticks his hand out.

you firmly shake it and tell him your name “well eddie…do you got room for one more”

he leans down, your hand still in his hand and gives you a kiss on the hand, mimicking gomez to morticia.

“i’d let you in anywhere princess”

eddie munson knew from then on his mission in life was to serve you.

𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐

leave requests of anything you want to see or happen between eddie and goth!princess reader!!

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x goth!reader #goth!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x female character #stranger things #ken rambles #ken rants #like goth gfs need their goth bfs too #eddie munson x plus size reader

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drakudoll · 6 months ago

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Thinking about being a big scary alternative girl who's dating Josh and everyone thinks you dom and own tf out of him and Chris has a little crush on you too- Josh knowing that info and the next time Chris pokes fun at him being the submissive one...

Josh sends Chris a video of you rutting your bare cunt against Josh's leather boot while he yanks the spiked collar around your throat with the black chain leash he got for you- your loud pants and moans audible in the video...

"M-mph!- Sir- please let me cum!"

"I dunno, baby...do you deserve it?"

"Yes!- please! i'm being good!"

"Aww.. yeah.. yeah you are... make yourself cum on my boot, Mutt."

Chris jerking off to it like 3 times before texting Josh

"You know what, im impressed you tamed a girl like her, Bro."

"So you were saying i was submissive earlier...care to apologize?"

"I take back everything i've ever said. On the other hand...Can i ask something?"

"Sure thing, Man."

"Can i maybe join you two sometime? even if it's just to watch. I could even film for you two, haha."

"You wanna watch your crush get fucked by your best friend? You cuck, Lmao."

"Or join. Either way. I just want to see your girlfriends makeup run down her face."

#I REALLY WANT THEM BOTH #goth!reader #alternative!reader #until dawn #until dawn smut #until dawn x reader #dahli's.thots #until dawn chris #until dawn josh #josh until dawn #chris hartley smut #AHHH #tag team

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greenandsorrow · 6 months ago

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🦇 Luke Danes with his fave goth costumer 🦇

Luke: "What's with today's look? You're heading to a vampire convention or something?"

You: *looks down at your majestic dress* "Careful, Lucas. If you're not nice, I might turn you into one of my immortal minions."

Luke: *in his deadpan voice* "I'll take my chances."

You: *leaning on the counter, smirking* "You'd look good in total black. Brooding suits you."

Luke: *blushes and goes to fetch your order*

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mellowyellowdaydream · 2 months ago

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Ride em Cowboy

A/N: @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth inspired this one cause that dry humping one you put out made me think of how much this man would love for a lady to ride his face 🤷🏻‍♀️

Summary: Y/N and Dean take a second to stretch their legs in between figuring out lore for their next hunt. Late night face riding ensues!

Rating: Mature audiences only! 18+ or else lol

Word count: just over 2.6k

Warnings: Smut(obviously) face riding, Dean being a giver, female orgasm. Sorry if I forgot anything. Quickly edited!

Master list

It was another late night of sorting through lore pertaining to one or another case that piqued their interest. The Montana ghost or ghoul case occupied Sam and Bobby’s attention. Dean and Y/N were focused on the case out in Missouri that was some wacky Djinn.

It was rolling close to midnight when Bobby’s eyes quit cooperating and he called it a night. Obviously telling the rest of them to not stay up too late and actually sleep tonight. Which he just got grumbles of acceptance from the three as he got up and left to go to bed. He hobbled down the hall, locked the back door, and hobbled upstairs to bed.

Sam was quick to get up and claim the bed that Bobby had set up when he knew the boys were gonna be around. Dean just released a whine from the back of his throat, knowing he would have to make do with the couch. Y/N kicked his foot under the table and shot him a look, knowing that he would end up in her bed upstairs, anyway. Dean rubbed his shin as Y/N got up to change the channel on the TV to something easier to listen to than the local news and put a small pot of coffee on to recharge them.

Now that it was a somewhat established relationship between Dean and Y/N, he was more blatant about ogling her in front of his brother. He admired the silky purple slip dress that hugged her body to the layered ripped up tights she wore underneath as tights and cropped undershirts.

Her necklaces jingled as she bent over and made her route through the house and kitchen. She always fiddled with one of the extra long ones that was hung down to her waist, a chain with a simple green stone. It was the perfect length for her to hold on to when her arms rested at her sides. Dean was enamored.

“Did anyone tell you staring is rude?” Y/N asked as her gaze finally landed on Dean.

“I’m not staring.” He said. “I’m admiring my pretty girl.” His signature smirk settled on his face.

Y/N just shook her head as she smiled and blushed. She loved how he would look at her, and just be so open about liking her. It’s not something she was used to at all.

“Get a room….or don’t, actually ignore that I said that.” Sam said watching this whole interaction between his brother and best friend. He also didn’t want to encourage them to disobey Bobby’s rules.

A thought popped in Y/N’s head, she knew it was still somewhat warm out and had the perfect spot to take Dean for alone time that wasn’t technically under Bobby’s roof. She gave Dean a look before she turned around back to the coffeepot to bring back to the den. Dean got a little confused and made a face at her as she came over.

Y/N refilled his cup and then brushed his temple before laying a kiss there. She refreshed Sam’s cup and brought it to him. He gave a small smile and a thank you. She finally refreshed her own cup and returned the pot back to the kitchen before sitting back by Dean. Y/N immediately brought her feet up under the table to rest on Dean’s lap, helping scoop them further into his lap so it was more comfortable for the both of them.

She had a game plan but needed to figure out a way to get him to follow without waking up her dad and without making Sam too uncomfortable with their antics. Dean was too busy subconsciously rubbing her feet while he flipped through a book to see the mischievous glint growing in her eyes. So she moved one of her feet slowly towards the crotch of his jeans to apply a little pressure and see if he would squirm.

His eyes immediately shot to hers and sent her a don’t start nothing type of look. Which if he knew her he should know that would only egg her on more, especially cause she shot him a cheeky grin that meant trouble was coming.

“Ok well, I think I need to go stretch my legs and get some fresh air.” Dean said, getting up abruptly and trying to hide the growing boner in his jeans.

“Oh perfect, I’ll join you.” Y/N said, getting up after him to lead him outside.

Y/N walked to the front door, found a pair of her boots that were very loosely untied to slip on, and shot Dean one last wink before slipping out the door. She heard a thump and then a few moments later he was hopping out the door trying to slip on a pair of his own boots that he didn’t loosen whatsoever.

“You get too excited and trip?” Y/N asked as she made her way down the stairs.

“No... Maybe. Not fair.” Was all Dean said as he followed her lead away from the house and over to the makeshift shop her dad had set up.

Y/N sat on the old ripped out bench seat that was now a makeshift couch for the shop. She reached out to Dean and made grabby hands cause she wanted him in her arms pronto. He happily obliged and embraced her and rolled her to lay on top of him.

Dean smiled up at her, and she could see he had a dirty thought forming.

“What?” Y/N asked as she sat up and straddled Dean.

“I wanna do something but don’t be afraid, ok?” He answered.

“Okay?” Y/N said quite skeptically, her fingers fiddling with the pocket on his t-shirt.

“Ok, how would you feel about sitting and riding my face?” He asked, closing his eyes to brace for her response. Peeking one eye open to see her just staring down at him.

“Dean, it’s a lovely idea but I’ll suffocate you babe.” Y/N answered, shifting her weight around.

“Then what a way to go baby.” Dean said, his hands moving to her hips and his fingers digging in slightly to her hips.

“Dean, come on now. I’m too big, let me just ride you and then we can go to bed.” Y/N said, adding a roll of her hips to encourage him her way.

“Baby, look. I know you see yourself as too big, but if you could see yourself as I see you you would see how beautiful you are. Now let’s try it and if you don’t like it then we will never do it again.” Dean said to her.

He always knew what to say to her to make her feel better. Hoping she would climb up, he shifted slightly under her, but she remained seated, thinking about her next move because she was flabbergasted.

“Fine. We can try it. But I swear if I suffocate you, were stopping.” Y/N said, patting his chest.

Dean did a quick ‘yes!’ And fist pump. He tapped her hip so she could stand and he could readjust comfortably on the bench seat. Once he was happy with how he was laying he raised a hand to help her sit down. But not before she pulled all of her tights down as well as her panties.

She brought her knees to each side of his head, and his shoulders fit comfortably under her thighs as he wrapped his arms around her waist from the back. She wiggled a little, and he just tightened his hold, bringing her core closer to his face. But she sat back on his upper chest. Her hand reached out and grasped the backrest to add support to herself.

“This ok?” Y/N asked to check in with him.

“More than ok, but you kinda have to sit on my face to actually ride it baby.” Dean said, hoping to pull her closer and finally diving in. Y/N’s free hand shot to his hair immediately.

She obliged and sat up, taking a deep breath and finally sinking down on his face. A gasp left her mouth as soon as she did, his mouth was open and waiting to taste her. His tongue poked out and immediately started to lap at her core and clit.

She gave a testing roll of her hips, loving the feeling of him lapping at her folds and targeting her bundle of nerves. He would switch between a flat tongue and a perked tongue, going between slow languid laps and more intense kitten licks.

Y/N moaned the more he got into it, Dean helped her roll her hips in time with his tongue. He was enjoying this too much, he loved tasting and eating her pussy. He could never get enough, he was almost acting like a starved man getting his first meal in a long time.

Dean’s arms tightened around her waist, feeling Y/N wanting to let up because it either felt too good or too overstimulating. He slowed his mouth down, almost to the point of making out with her pussy. He wanted to savor as well as helping her enjoy her time up there.

He flattened his tongue out and just let her ride, her hips rolling it on and off of her clit. The sensation was phenomenal, the prickly stubble adding to all of it. His nose and pointy chin also adding to it all and her bumping the two every couple of rolls cause her hips would stutter. Her fingers dug into the backrest of the bench seat, the vinyl of it creaking with her squeezes.

Dean decided to pick up the pace, and started to suck on her clit. Y/N released a guttural moan, her free hand immediately gripping his hair tighter and pulling at the roots.

Dean started to alternate between the sucking and lapping, while Y/N’s hips were starting to shake from the intense pressure that was about to snap. He continued his assault and didn’t want to stop until she was gushing all over his face. So he helped her roll her hips and ride his face as he lapped at her pussy. Her orgasm hit and crashed through her, her grip on his hair almost painful.

Y/N came with a moan that turned into a throaty gasp, her legs shaking from this new wonderful feeling from the man under her. Dean gave kitten licks to work her through, and then worked on cleaning up everything from her juices to his saliva.

Once she sat back onto his chest and gave a deep breath she looked down And smiled at Dean. Her fingers were relaxed from his scalp but she finally released his hair and laid her palm flat to rub out any sore spots. Her thighs and pussy a little raw from his stubble rubbing against the soft flesh. Dean just stared up at her all star struck and amazed, he couldn’t wait until they could get to do that again.

“Are you alive?” Y/N asked down to Dean.

“That was amazing.” Dean replied.

“You definitely knew what you were doing down there.” Y/N said, gesturing her hand around at Dean.

“So are we able to do that again another time or was that a one and done type of situation?” Dean asked.

“You wanna do that again?” Y/N asked incredulously.

“Oh baby I wanna eat your pussy all the time.” Dean answered.

Y/N just playfully shoved his head and tried to stand up so she wasn’t sitting on his chest anymore. Dean had a hard time releasing her waist cause he liked having her close, but he obliged and released her up. Offering a hand up to her so she could further steady herself off. He sat up once she was standing next to him, sliding his body to no longer take up the entire bench seat. Y/N was sliding her panties back on but just balled up her tights not wanting to fight against all the tears and snags to lay right again. She slipped her boots back on and then slid back into Dean’s lap. His arms immediately tightened around her waist, pulling her ever closer to his body.

“We should go to bed, you wanna come lay with me?” Y/N asked, her face half smushed against his chest.

“Your dad would be pissed if he found us there.” Dean answered.

“Not if we’re using different blankets and make it obvious we were just having a late night of research.” Y/N said.

Dean just hummed in agreement and stood up with Y/N in his arms. She gave a squeak of surprise and lowered her legs so she could stand up. Dean kissed the crown of her head and released her, but not before grabbing a hand to hold as they walked back to the house. Y/N raced up the steps before him so she could maneuver the door for the least amount of squeaking.

Once they were back inside, Y/N toyed her boots off and set them back by the door. She quickly locked the door and set the line of salt back into place. Dean was struggling with his boots again, so while Y/N was down on her knees she helped ease his boots off and shot him a look of be quiet or else.

They heard small snores coming from the den, so when they turned the corner they saw Sam sprawled out on the small bed with a book on his chest. So Y/N passed Dean her ball of tights and crept over to his brother to move the book and pull a blanket over his obnoxiously large form. She switched off all of the lights that she thought were too big and disturbing and only left on a small lamp in case he wakes up at all before the sun is up.

She crept back over to Dean and grabbed his hand to lead him up the stairs and to her room. She opened the door for him and then went to use the bathroom before joining him.

He was pulling his jeans off as she came in, his perky butt immediately getting her attention. She sent him a smirk as she went to her dresser to pull out a pair of shorts and sleeping top. She pulled off all her necklaces, then her dress off over her head and then fought with the tights to pull off her upper half. Dean was almost laughing at her struggle and she had to send him a be quiet look.

Y/N quickly slipped her top and shorts on and made her way to the bed. Rubbing at her torso and arms from the tights as she climbed in. She passed Dean one of the many blankets she had on her bed and she took a different one to help differentiate each of them for her father. She then grabbed her journals that she had on her nightstand and passed him one while she opened a couple to lay between them before opening her own.

Dean was quick to settle into her bed, loving how plush and comfy it was. He snuggled in and made quick work of pretending to be learning the lore before settling in to fall asleep. Y/N followed suit as well, except she never really had to pretend to learn the lore because at this point she had her journals memorized and categorized. Her eyes closed as Dean started snoring softly next to her. She mumbled a goodnight as she drifted off to sleep.

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Tags: @jollyhunter @bettystonewell i can’t remember if anyone else wanted tags for this 😂

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fic #dean winchester smut #supernatural #dean x you #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester lover boy!#goth!reader #goth!y/n #dean winchester drabble #dean x reader

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apocalypse-shuffle · 8 months ago

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DANNY "JED OLSEN" JOHNSON | THE GHOST FACE (dead by daylight)

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“Try Not to Scream” (Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson | The Ghost Face x Fem!Reader)

| After you’ve been with Danny for a little while, the instance of him kidnapping you and revealing who he really was behind you but not forgotten, he decides it’s high time he start desensitizing you to what it is he does.

| NSFW, canon typical violence, murder, mature themes, moral dilemma, the reader-insert has in braids (TW: general sadism, kidnapping, unhealthy relationship) -dark!reader & goth!reader

| This fic is a continuation of sorts to the “Jed Olsen” section in this imagine post. This also doesn’t take place in the Entity’s realm. (Pic source: DbD promotional material)

| 2k+ words

EXTRA HC: The justification I’m operating on, in regards to Danny sparing anyone and/or genuinely “dating” anyone, is that Danny has to see some sense of kinship in the other person. A sense that you’re not lying to yourself like everyone else but him about your darkness, and seeing the potential for murder in you. Then he’ll allow for a little partnership action.

“Stop trembling.”

You flinch.

That low timbre travels through all the nerve endings in your spine like an electric shock, jolting you ram-rod straight out of your curled up position close as you could get to the door of his new school vehicle.

In spite of his talking to you your lips remain sealed in a thin line as you glower out the window. At the bottom level of an otherwise uninhibited parking tower where Danny figured you could make the least trouble. Staring at nothing but white lines on the asphalt lit sparsely by dull yellowing lights.

Even now his voice still has heat pooling in your gut that makes you want to grind your teeth into a fine alabaster powder. The less pleasant queasy feeling in your stomach that accompanies that warmth isn’t much consolation.

Jed— Danny was full of possibilities, and not one of them was conventional or safe.

Really the only ‘good’ thing about tonight was that he wouldn’t have time to keep all his focus on you, to weigh you down with the force of it, because he had a target he planned on killing tonight and an op-ed that would need finishing right after.

Horrible though it may be, you’re glad you're not the center of his obsession right now. Pierce, his newest victim since you guys settled into town that he’s been dragging you along to watch for weeks, firmly held that position in your stead tonight.

He clears his throat. Reluctantly, you turn your head to watch him.

Cracking his knuckles, Danny gives you a long look, full brows furrowed. You give the thicket above his eyes more attention than you do the dark orbs themselves.

“Don’t do anything dumb, yeah?” he says. He doesn’t wait for your response or stick around to try hammering in his point more, however, twitching fingers a clear sign of his being more eager for carnage than any type of lecturing.

He slips on the mask right before he leaves the car; the rest of him decked out only in civvies and hunting boots. The ghost mask is one you’ve gotten plenty familiar with in the past. Vividly, you can remember the sight of that mask hunting you down and then directly in your face as the news dubbed “Ghost Face” slit your then boyfriend’s throat and christened you in his spray of blood before Danny had done you the disservice of sparing your life.

It's hard to look away as your ex(?) makes his way from the car with the hood of his black hoodie up, leaving you sitting pretty and still struggling to hold back your trembling in the passenger seat. Left to do nothing but watch.

Or to call the cops once your sense finally daigns to come back to you.

He had seemed so certain last night that you wouldn’t, and you hate that you even have to wonder whether you’ll prove him right or if you’ll finally buck up, reactivate your stalling-like-shit morality, and call the cops on his pasty ass right now regardless of your general distrust of the police.

As Danny waltzes without a hitch across the parking lot to where Pierce’s car is bracketed by two thick concrete pillars on either side at the back corner of the lot, though, no part of you moves towards Danny’s burner phone where it rests in the cup holder beside you like a taunt.

Or an opportunity.

Your painted nails tap against the button to turn the window down, a light rhythmic clicking sounding through the silent car while your eyes stay transfixed to Danny. Danny, who might as well be invisible as he closes in on the car without incident just as Pierce is ducking down to get in.

The transition after that is well timed and impressive enough that your eyebrows raise in place of where you should be screaming your head off.

Heedless of good citizenship, your lips stay stubbornly shut as you watch Danny wait until the exact moment Pierce — still unaware of where the seasoned killer is crouched out of immediate sight by the passenger door — closes the driver’s door shut behind him to open the muscular man’s passenger door and slip inside like he belongs there too.

When your window slips down a crack you don’t even bother acting surprised, you just stop moving, hold your breath, and listen.

In the immediate seconds after Danny enters Pierce startles, his face contorting in disbelief, and then he has a knife through his sternum from one blink to the next.

A muffled scream, high and panicked and quickly cutoff, meets your ears for hardly a second before silence descends around you once again.

His expressions look stilted as they come to him, like he’s lagging, but Danny doesn’t give him the chance to do much but emote as his next three stabs come in quick succession.

Sternum, the joint of his shoulder when he tries to sit up better, somewhere besides his Adam's apple, his damn cheek; all leading up to the final blow where Danny’s blade glints against the lighting in the sports car before being buried to the hilt in Pierce’s eyeball.

Blood flies everywhere.

Danny’s just pushing out of the passenger’s seat to get more leverage, knocking the bottom of the hilt with the heel of his palm so that the knife goes even farther in, when the automated lights go out and plunge the inside of Pierce’s car into darkness.

This time you don’t hear anything.

Not a stray beep of the horn or the drag of soaked fingers over tempered class or a squeak from the slightly rocking cars’ joints.

Not even when the flash of his camera gives you a few seconds of discombobulating previews of the carnage he’s created does the silence break.

Nothing.

Not until Danny’s slipping back out of the car and closing the passenger door with a hardly notable click. In that brief moment the lights kick back on and the scene that greets you is even bloodier than when you saw it last.

Blood managed to spray a dripping arch in front of the driver’s seat window, the skin around Pierce’s eye socket protrudes as if a tiny bomb had been planted in it, and his eyeball dangles precariously from his head by whatever tendon lies behind it.

His throat is slit now too, not just stabbed. One continuous perforated mess that’s compromised the structural integrity of the muscled man’s neck so badly his head, where it’s trying its best to slip over the side of the headrest he’s propped up against, has slipped back far enough it creates the illusion of a gaping cavernous maw below his chin. Crimson and gurgling. Like he gave one last wide grin as he met his death.

You can barely imagine the amount of blood you’d be able to see up close…or the sheer force of how it would all smell. It makes your stomach clench and by the time the lights have shut back off and Danny’s easing behind the wheel beside you your eyes burn too.

Contrary to the mild sample you get of what the inside of Pierce’s car smells like, he's covered in less blood than you had expected him to be. Instead of that striking you with fear all you can think about is how much of a Danny Thing that is to manage.

Of course he’d fucking kill like he’s afraid of increasing his dry cleaning bill even when he’d been so hyped up he was trembling on the drive over; there was control behind all that strange unconventional bravado of his.

He slips off his mask.

All but a single dark smear across the stark white of the masked forehead bears no sign of his misdeeds.

“Don’t faint.”

That’s what he leads with.

No questioning the security of the contents of your stomach or how red your eyes have gotten. He just jumps directly back into conversation like you didn’t just witness him kill a man.

It unfreezes you though, and with a gasp of breath you’re talking before you can fully check yourself, “That doesn’t sound like a ‘me’ issue.”

“Oh?” Danny chuckles darkly. “I can make it a personal issue for you after the fact, I assure you.” He raises his brows in question, the quirk of his lips sharp, and you can’t help the way your saliva turns bitter in the face of it.

At your lack of comeback he lets himself pull out the camera in his pocket. That too is streaked only minimally crimson.

When it slips up and he points it at your face you’re not fast enough to give him your back. You’re gazing directly at him and probably looking utterly enamored in your shock.

The murderer — the man who seems utterly determined to drag you against your will across the country with him — heeding no mind to your displeasure, takes a few more shots before you catch yourself and shift out of the light shining in through the windshield.

Pictures already taken, though, Danny doesn’t bother with you, already flipping his camera around.

“Nice,” he murmurs, clicking through the photos. He glances up at you then, winks. “I think these might be better than the pictures I took with you the night we met.”

You're speaking before you can talk yourself out of it, tone sharp, “The night you tried to kill me?”

He pauses.

His fingers stutter for a second over silver buttons, his camera whirling, before he meets the fire in your gaze with his own inferno.

“Careful,” he murmurs. “Spit too much fire and you might burn yourself.”

For a while you hold his stare regardless of his warning. He kidnapped you, he didn’t get to force you to act like this was some kind of fun outing. It didn’t matter how avidly you had stared into Pierce’s car.

The burner in the cup holder still staring back at you — still unused — didn’t mean anything.

Part of you wants to break that damn camera. Maybe then he’d finally fucking cry about something, show some actual genuine emotion for once.

Fuck.

Letting out a harsh breath through your teeth, you turn away from him, hiding your clenched fists in between your legs.

It was best you didn’t provoke him and you knew that. The good thing about Danny, though, was that while he burned hot, he didn’t burn long.

And you were determined to work that in your favor any chance you got.

From the driver's seat you hear your companion relax and your shoulders slump.

They ache with the remnants of your tension.

“Sure,” you acquiesce, licking slowly over your cracked lips and looking back at him with a little less fire in your eyes. “Why then? Why all the stabs if you were just going to slit his…you know?”

“His. Throat,” Danny stresses. Low, short.

He works his gloves over his fingers with his teeth, stuffing the leather in his waistband near where you know the sheath for his tactical knife is strapped against his thigh behind the center console.

You duck your head, braids knocking forward, force your hands to relax, then begin to fiddle with the rosary beads hung low on your neck. A dower mirth lifts your brows; as if the god you didn’t even believe in could save you now.

And for all you knew this was one of Danny’s gifts that he’d stolen off some poor person's dead body, so what good juju it could’ve had was probably tainted anyway.

“Fine,” you mutter, voice stilted and rough. “Why do all that if you were gonna slit his throat anyway?”

Hands on the wheel Danny shrugs - shrugs!

“I like to slit their throats sometimes, it makes the scene more dramatic, you know? Plus, I wanted to get you as acquainted as I could so I drew it out a bit more. But I’ll admit I went a lot faster than I would’ve if I was in a more private space, that’s why I like killing them in their houses.” He turns to you fully, lifts his hand past the partition without a care for how you flinch, and moves some of your braids interwoven with your fluff of curls out of your face so he can bore his gaze directly into yours. The pad of his fingers are dewy against your umber skin, his touch tender only because of their feel. “Sometimes it’s fun when they fight, when I get to debase them in the one place they feel safe.”

You bite back the urge to grimace.

It figures that the one time you get a straight answer out of him is tonight.

“Oh,” you breathe, fingers stumbling over the beads you’re rolling between them, “I…guess that’s good to know.”

Danny smiles, it’s not fake but now that you know the truth it doesn’t sit right on his face either, before turning back to his camera.

At least, you supposed, you now had more of an idea as to how he’d dispose of you if you stopped being entertaining.

The memory of the glint of Danny’s knife in the light, its own omen, as he closed in on his victim’s car (the victim of his stalking, of his murder) flickers through your mind. Flashes of the dead man’s gaping flesh swiftly follow.

Would you like it when The Ghost Face finally claimed your soul too? Would his being through with you grant you damnation or not?

Silent, you watch him get situated once he’s finished looking over his cache for the evening. His profile stands out starkly against the tower lights behind him, reedy defined features and that blocky nose that once regularly held up glasses he didn’t need to see. He’s almost angel-pretty like this. Makes a pang strike through your chest at the remnants of before, of poking at him while he worked until he couldn’t help but indulge you and his numbing kisses and the dorky (curated) way he’d push up his glasses after laughing at something cute you’d done.

It was ridiculous, this war within you. Everything about Jed Olsen had been a lie and yet still the phantom of him intrinsic to Danny continues to have you yearning.

Still you can’t help but wonder if the stab of his knife through your dark sensitive flesh, the feel of his masked or barren eyes stripping you to tendon as he plunged past your ribcage, would feel like divinity.

Danny brushes the choppy fringe of bangs that line his forehead back, streaks blood through brunet strands, and still your heart’s desire remains. Would it be…better like this? If you stayed with him, let yourself be content with a knife in your hand and a far more familiar devil reigning at your side?

The car turns on and Danny starts driving you guys away from his newest crime scene, flicking the radio on as he goes. The dvd in his player spins and the moody tones of The Ire fill the heavy air between you both. Despite yourself you fall into Maya Brooks’ distorted vocals, letting your body sway and shift minutely in tandem with the music.

Danny’s eyes when he glances at you are dull — you’d say they were grim if you thought he had the ability to feel remorse, but his expression is unusually open. His gaze intent on the way you’re softly mouthing along to Derelict.

“We won’t stay west too long, okay, Honey?” His voice is dry, but the curl of his tongue around the pet name is like a verbal lash. “You just hold on and I’ll have you slitting throats up north before New Years. You’re gonna love it.”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

I seem to only be able to write Danny once every year (not necessarily for a lack of trying, I’m a slow creator), but I really love exploring the horror and moral fuckery of these slasher romances so I had a great time writing this. And, yes, I did give Danny glasses as a part of his Jed ruse.

Ignore that I included a band that isn’t 90’s, I just really wanted to include The Ire idk (they’re described as goth/post-punk, but really I just wanted to talk about them a little). Plus the setting is nebulous anyway.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

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just like heaven

summary: inspired by every conversation i have ever had. feel free to request this duo because i kind of love them

content/warnings: gn!reader, goth/alt!reader, fluff, corny:/

word count: 0.7k

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on one of the very rare friday nights that you and spencer had free, you both were catching up on your favorite show.

“what did you think if me when you first saw me?” at spencer’s inquiry, you paused. you hadn’t really thought of this; when you looked at spencer now, you felt the exact same way you did when you saw his favorite purple tie several years ago.

he was tall and thin, and his tie was purple and had a paisley pattern on it. the pattern clashed with his argyle sweater vest, but his shirt was a cohesive purple that matched the tie. while your shoes made you a few inches taller, he still towered over you slightly.

when you introduced yourself, he stuttered out his name and his academic achievements.

damn, you were really in for it this time. this tall stick bug with jesus hair might very well be the death of you.

“hmmm,” you traced shapes onto his arms that were around your middle. “i thought that you looked like the most pretty person i had seen. i still think that, by the way. but also that you looked too young to have three doctorate degrees.”

his cheek moved to rest against the top of your head and he exhaled out a breathy laugh. you shuffled impossibly closer to him. “yeah, i’ve heard that a couple times.”

the two of you settled back into watching the show again. following a pause, you asked him that same think. “well, what did you think of me when you first saw me?”

you swore that you could hear him mulling over what he was going to say in his head. “c’mon. did you think i looked like i was going to be mean and heinous and drink your blood or something?”

“well actually, i was quite alarmed, my love. i was a little scared, to be honest.” while you respected his honesty, this was a funny anecdote to you as you had been told this several times throughout your life.

“you thought that i was scary?”

spencer chuckled at this. you were laying on the couch as he held you. he looked away from the tv as he responded to you. “i didn’t think you were scary, per se, i was just scared of you.” he stiffened at the realization that he might be offending you.

worried that he had offended you, he rambled on. “i was quite sheltered growing up, so seeing someone come to work with platform loafers on and enough jewelry to make a tsa agent scream i was a little unnerved.”

“okay that may be a fair point, but you know i tone down the vampirism for work,” you replied. the tone you had gave spencer the impression that you were not, in fact, offended; he relaxed his stiffened posture. “my loafers aren’t even the most intimidating out of my shoes.”

he laughed at this, and his arms tightened around you, and he urged you to look at him.

“of course that didn’t last long. your dark garb doesn’t at all match your sweet personality.” not knowing how to respond to this, you didn’t respond further than a hum. you moved your hand to rub circles into his belly over his old gray fbi academy shirt.

“you know, it wasn’t just the demonias that were alarming, honey.” at your questioning look, he continued. “you do happen to be the most beautiful person that i have ever seen.”

“i am?” you peeled your eyes away from the tv to look at him quizzically.

very nonchalantly, he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “of course you are, angel. i wouldn’t be telling you that if it wasn’t the truth.”

“well, i appreciate it, spence.” he looked at you as if you were being sarcastic. “i mean it, i’m flattered,” you smiled as you looked into his eyes.

he smiled back at you. “i mean it. you look like an old cathedral or something. daunting but alluring.”

“that is a huge compliment, even though the way you said it sounded incredibly pretentious.” you laughed lightly, replying without hesitating. “i think you look like a hot version of professor plum from clue.”

this got a full belly laugh from spencer. “i suppose i do wear a lot of purple.”

you both turned back to the television and continued your show.

“...wait, you think i’m pretty?”

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Opposites Attract

Request: Yes / No First ask :3 could you pretty please with a cherry on top write a Spencer Reid x goth!reader!! I would love that so much, btw it can be sfw or nsfw which ever you choose, but I would love some smut @alexumlol

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Spencer Reid x Fem!Goth!Reader

Word count: 1957

Warnings: SMUT!!

Y/N: Your Name

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*Spencer’s POV*

Y/N and I have been together for a year now, and in that time, I’d come to love everything about her. From her dramatic, all-black wardrobe to the way she could recite Edgar Allan Poe by heart, she was unlike anyone I’d ever met. But tonight was a big step… introducing her to my team, my family.

I was aware they might be surprised. Okay, very surprised. As we walked into the bar, hand in hand, conversations at the team’s table came to a halt. Morgan raised an eyebrow, JJ blinked in surprise, and Emily smirked as she took a sip of her drink. Garcia, ever the most dramatic, gasped and clutched her chest.

“Uh… Pretty Boy, I have so many questions.” Morgan said, eyes flicking between my sweater-vest-clad self and Y/N, who was dressed in a lace corset, platform boots, and enough silver jewelry to set off airport security. Y/N just smirked and slid into the seat beside me, draping a possessive hand over my knee.

“Ask away.” She said, voice smooth with amusement.

“How- where- how did this happen?” Garcia demanded. “You’re like… the cutest nerd in existence, and Y/N looks like she’d hex me if I said something dumb.”

I adjusted my scarf, a tiny smile forming. “Actually, we met at a Doctor Who convention.”

Silence.

“You’re joking.” Emily deadpanned.

Y/N grinned. “Nope. I was in a full Cyberman cosplay, and Spencer here was in a Fourth Doctor scarf, quoting obscure Gallifreyan history. It was adorable.”

Morgan burst out laughing. “So, you’re a secret nerd?”

“A proud one.” Y/N corrected. “I just happen to also like bats, eyeliner, and Victorian mourning fashion.”

JJ shook her head in disbelief but smiled. “You two are actually kind of perfect.”

I turned to Y/N, eyes soft with affection. “Told you they’d like you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She teased, stealing a sip of her drink. “Now, which of you and I beating at pub trivia tonight?”

Emily grinned. “Oh, you’re so on.”

As the night went on, the team got to know Y/N better, and, much to their surprise, they actually liked her. At first, the contrast between us was all they could focus on. Morgan kept giving me these looks like he was trying to figure out how I had managed to pull someone like Y/N. While Garcia kept dramatically sighing about how we were the ultimate opposites attract trope in real life. But as the conversation flowed, the teasing lessened, and they started seeing what I had known for a long time, Y/N was incredible. She bantered effortlessly with Morgan, giving back as good as she got.

“You may be a genius, but I know Reid here can’t win a fight. So tell me, Y/N, if something goes down, are you the muscle in this relationship?”

Y/N smirked, sipping her drink. “Absolutely. I may or may not have threatened a guy at a concert once when he shoved Spence.”

JJ nearly choked on her beer. “Wait, what?”

I sighed. “It was an unnecessary escalation.”

“He pushed you.” Y/N argued, crossing her arms. “And you just apologized.”

Morgan laughed. “Oh, that’s hilarious.”

Garcia, already a few drinks in herself, grinned at Y/N. “You are so chaotic, I love it.”

The night continued with stories and trivia battles, Y/N and I took on Emily and Morgan and won by a landslide. Y/N was particularly proud of getting a question right about 18th-century burial rites. And as the drinks flowed, so did Y/N’s affection.

Normally, she wasn’t shy about PDA, but she at least kept it at a respectable level in public. However, as she got tipsier, her touches became more frequent, her fingers tracing patterns on my arm, leaning into me more, and resting her head on my shoulder while laughing at Morgan’s jokes. Then she started pressing kisses to my cheek between conversations, sometimes just because she felt like it.

“You okay over there, Pretty Boy?” Morgan asked, smirking at me.

I cleared my throat, shifting slightly in my seat. “I’m fine.”

Y/N, completely unbothered, draped an arm around me and pressed a lingering kiss to my temple. “You’re so cute when you get flustered.” She murmured.

Garcia squealed. “This is adorable! You’re so affectionate!”

“I just really love my boyfriend.” Y/N said, nuzzling against my shoulder.

I exhaled, accepting my fate as Morgan and Emily tried, and failed, to hide their laughter. If it made her happy, I could handle a little embarrassment.

JJ leaned in, smirking. “So, is this a common occurrence?”

I gave a resigned nod. “It gets worse when she’s been drinking.”

Y/N gasped in mock offense. “Excuse me? I am always the perfect amount of affectionate!”

“You licked my face once.” I reminded her. Morgan nearly fell out of his chair laughing.

“Okay, that was one time.” Y/N huffed, but the way she was grinning told me she wasn’t actually sorry.

I sighed, but despite my mild discomfort, I couldn’t help but smile. She was happy, and that was all that mattered.

As the night wore on, Y/N decided to have one more drink, which I quickly realized was one drink too many. She giggled more freely, her fingers lazily tracing circles on my knee, her lips occasionally pressing featherlight kisses to my cheek, jaw, and once, my ear. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure, but the team- particularly Morgan and Garcia- was having far too much fun watching me squirm.

When she finished the drink, I gently took the glass from her and set it down.

“Okay, I think it’s time we get you home.”

Y/N pouted, her bottom lip jutting out in a way that I knew she thought she was going to convince me otherwise. “But I’m having fun, Spence. And they like me.”

Morgan chuckled. “We do like you. A lot.”

JJ nodded. “Yeah, you’re a great addition to the group. You definitely need to come around more.”

“I second that!” Garcia announced. “We need more goth energy in our lives!”

I sighed, knowing that my team had just given Y/N more ammunition to try and stay.

“See? They want me here.” She beamed, wrapping both arms around me in an exaggerated hug. “Let’s stay just a little longer.”

I rubbed small circles on her back, my voice gentle but firm. “We’ll see them another time, I promise.”

Y/N huffed, her grip tightening for a second before she relented. “Fiiiiine…” She leaned back and pointed at the team. “But you guys better invite me next time.”

Emily smirked. “Oh, don’t worry, you’re officially one of us now.”

“Welcome to the family, Y/N.” Morgan added with a wink.

With the team’s farewells and promises to meet again soon, I guided Y/N toward the exit. The moment we stepped outside into the crisp night air, he latched onto my arm, her body pressing close as she sighed dramatically.

“You’re so bossy, Doctor Reid.”

I arched my brow as I led her toward the car. “Am I?”

“Mhm.” She hummed, leaning in close. “And it’s really, really attractive.”

I inhaled sharply, suddenly hyperaware of how close she was. Y/N could be flirtatious sober, but when she’d been drinking, she was downright shameless. Once we got into the car, she turned toward me, her dark eyes heavy with something very suggestive.

“You know…” She purred, dragging her fingers along my arm.

“We don’t have to go straight home.”

I cleared my throat, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. “I think we do.”

Y/N pouted again, but this time, her expression had a mischievous glint.

“Spencer.” She murmured, drawing my name out like a lure. Her hand trailed over my thigh, and I stiffened, shooting her a very pointed look.

“Y/N.” My voice came out more strained than I intended.

She giggled, clearly pleased with herself. “Fine, fine, straight home.” She leaned back against the seat, smirking. “For now.”

I exhaled, shaking my head as I started the car. This was going to be a very interesting ride home.

As I merged onto the highway, Y/N’s hand started to wander, her fingers tracing teasing patterns on my inner thigh. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my focus on the road ahead.

“Y/N.” I warned, my voice strained. “What are you doing?”

She giggled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Oh, just admiring my boyfriend.” She purred, her hand inching higher.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white. It was getting harder to concentrate with her touching me like this.

“Spencer…” She murmured, leaning in close to press a hot kiss to my neck.

“I want you.”

I groaned, my foot pressing down harder on the accelerator. “Y/N, we can’t. Not while I’m driving.”

She chuckled low in her throat, her hand cupping the growing bulge in my pants.

“You let me worry about that, baby.”

Before I could protest further, she had my zipper down and my cock out, stroking it slowly with her cool fingers. I gasped, my hips jerking up involuntarily.

“Fuck, Y/N.” I groaned, my eyes darting between the road and her dark gaze in the rearview mirror.

She smirked, licking her lips as she leaned down and took me into her hot mouth. I cried out, my head falling back against the headrest as she began to suck, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of my cock.

“Jesus Christ.” I panted, one hand coming down to tangle in her hair.

“You’re going to make me crash.”

She pulled off just long enough to grin up at me wickedly. “Then I guess you better keep your eyes on the road, huh?”

With that, she took me deep into her throat, humming around my length. The vibrations sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, and I had to fight to keep my eyes open and focused on the road ahead.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this.” I gasped, my hips starting to thrust shallowly into her mouth.

Y/N just moaned in response, taking me deeper, her throat constricting around my sensitive flesh. I could feel my orgasm building fast, the sight of her head bobbing in my lap combined with the sensation of her mouth too much to handle.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” I warned, my fingers tightening in her hair.

She didn’t pull away, instead doubling her efforts, sucking harder and faster. With a loud groan, I came hard, spilling my release down her throat. She swallowed it all, licking me clean before sitting back with a satisfied smirk.

“Jesus, Y/N…” I panted, trying to catch my breath. “That was… incredible.”

She giggled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I aim to please, Doctor Reid.”

I shook my head in awe of the woman beside me. She was insatiable, unpredictable, and utterly perfect. And she was all mine. As we pulled up to my apartment building, I turned to look at her, a soft smile on my face.

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

She reached over to cup my cheek, her eyes shining with love and affection.

“No, Spence. You’re amazing for putting up with me, for loving me even when I’m being a brat. You’re my rock.”

I captured her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. “I love you too, Y/N. No matter what, I’ll always be here for you.”

Hand in hand, we walked inside, ready to face whatever the night might bring. With Y/N by my side, I knew life would always be an adventure.

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