South Park x Reader One Shots

The Coffin Club (Goth Michael x Reader)

"What a bunch of fucking conformists," Pete said flipping his red and black hair to the side.

Michael's friends had heard about The Coffin Club, a new gothic nightclub opening up a few miles outside of South Park, and had to check it out and ruin it for themselves.

Gothic club music blared overhead as red lights shone above the darkened dance floor casting ghastly shadows over the patron's faces.

There were dancing girls in barbed wire cages hanging from the ceiling and an endless supply of themed drinks at the bar.

"Look at them all in their Hot Topic wannabe clothes." Henrietta scoffed.

Michael secretly thought that Henrietta wasn't goth. Real goths recognize homemade fashion over mass produced. And Henrietta clearly couldn't tell the difference.

They danced with their heads hung shuffling their feet and taking an occasional drag off their cigarettes.

That's when he saw her through the smokey red atmosphere.

The waitress.

Y/N worked the night shift at the Village Inn waiting tables and his friends almost always sat exclusively in her section. She never made much small talk which he liked.

He could never admit to his friends that he had a crush on her because crushes were for posers.

Even though he had never seen her out of uniform there was something about her that suggested a hint of darkness.

And here she was.

Her outfit was provocative, even for a nightclub. Her clothes were upcycled with at-home alterations, unlike the pre-made dresses that Henrietta always wore.

She was the real deal.

Her body gyrated and her arms moved gracefully like a banshee on the moors.

As if she could feel his gaze upon her, she locked eyes with him smiling deviously.

"C'mon let's get out of here." Pete rolled his eyes.

Michael could barely tear his eyes away from her.

"Uh huh. You guys go ahead I'm gonna go see if I can bum a cigarette."

They huffed and disappeared behind the coffin shaped door.

...

You had been a regular at The Coffin Club ever since it opened. This club was more than just a place to go dancing. The Attic above the club itself was comprised of several rooms with BDSM equipment inside. And you were no stranger to control.

You were a little surprised to find that goth boy you usually waited on in a place like this. He looked terrified which made you smile.

You liked terrified.

He was alone and like a black widow, you pulled him into your web, flashing him a 'come hither' look, without breaking rhythm.

Entranced, he obeys.

You rest your arms around his shoulders and he placed his hands on your hips, they were shaking and nervous.

You liked nervous.

"It's nice to see you here, Michael."

" Y-you know my name?"

"I should, you come in almost every night. Do you know mine?"

"Y/N," He said it quickly as if he already had it on his mind.

You lean into his ear and even in the red light you could tell he was turning pink. You catch the faintest whimper as you tug on his dangling cross earring.