#at this stage Dream is already like a zombie; his mind & body are under control so let's just pray for both of them (not you Shattered :'D)

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Handshakes and Autographs - Marilyn Manson x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Marilyn takes a liking to you during a meet and greet. Poor Rob has to perform Helter Skelter on his own, since his tour partner is otherwise indisposed backstage.

Notes: Just some quick Manson debauchery set now, Heaven Upside Down era, during the Twins of Evil tour! This is also cause I’m slightly mad at Mans for not coming out to do Helter Skelter at the concert I was at LOL

VIP concerts tickets are expensive, but worth it. When you had bought them, it had been a dream of yours that had turned into a goal: having a little fun with Marilyn.

You'd been to his shows before, but never met him. It's on your bucket list to get backstage at one of his concerts, since you've always found him attractive. You fix your tiny tank top, and adjust your hair. It's almost your turn to see him. When it is, you saunter forward.

"Oh. Okay," Marilyn murmurs, pleasantly surprised by you. His deep voice sends shivers through you, downward between your legs. He gives a noise of appreciation as you approach. "Hello."

"Can I sit on your lap?" you ask, as innocently as you can. Marilyn smirks, and you can already see all the dirty things working through his mind.

"Baby, you can sit on anything of mine you like," he mumbles, and grins, flashing that silver grill. You giggle, making yourself comfortable on top of him. For the picture, he puts his arms around your neck from behind and rests his head on your shoulder.

"I've got something in mind," you whisper in his ear. He looks at you curiously as you give him a poster to sign.

"What's your name?"

"(y/n)."

"(y/n), that's a very beautiful name. You got anywhere to be tonight, (y/n)? Anyone with you?" He scribbles something on the poster.

"Free as a bird," you murmur, eyes flickering down to his lips, "And all by myself." You make a show of biting your lip. 

"Come up to the stage at halftime, like, when I'm done my set. Before Zombie goes on, come backstage. We can get to know each other better before, y'know... the real shit later."

"Any magic words to get past security?" you whisper.

"Oh, yeah. Just say 'John 5 licked my asshole, for real'. John hasn't had to use the password yet, so don't tell him." You grin, and get up.

"See you later."

"Alligator," he whispers.

"What?"

"No, 's nothing, see you later, baby."

You glance down at the poster that he signed, reading his message.

"I can't wait to get my sperm all over you, (y/n). xx MM."

Well. That's one you won't be able to hang up at work.

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As Angel With The Scabbed Wings starts, you can barely contain your excitement. No matter how many shows you see of his, his entrances are always breathtaking. 

About four songs in, you’re just a little bit buzzed on Palm Bay. He looks sexy as hell up there in his black vest and tight pants, as he introduces Kill4Me. 

“I just got one question for you,” he says to the crowd, as they cheer back, “Would you kill for me?” Deafening cheers ring out, and Marilyn grins down at you, winking. “Yeah, I know you would.” You blow him a little kiss. 

The rest of his show is amazing as always. When he heads backstage though, you hang around in the pit, and catch the first bit of Rob's set. You came to see both of them, and you had a good vantage point that you didn’t want to give up. 

When you eventually do decide that it’s time to meet Marilyn backstage, you slip through the crowd during Pussy Liquor and the guards let you through when you give them the, uh... interesting password. 

You navigate through some hallways backstage, wearing a smiley face sticker the guard had been instructed to stick on your arm. By the time Rob is onto Dragula, you find Marilyn wiping himself with a towel then tossing it at his keyboard player. You smirk, leaning against the wall. 

"Oh, it's you," Marilyn sees you, "(y/n), right? I thought you'd abandoned me. Just spent the last 20 minutes crying over you, I'm so embarrassed..." He's a little more drunk then he was earlier, but he wears it well.

"I wanted to see Rob too," you raise an eyebrow playfully, "Believe it or not, you're not the only one I came for.”

“Ouch,” he puts a hand over his heart.

“But don't worry. I spent your whole show wet, thinking of doing this." You walk forward, pressing your lips to his, and his hands fumble up, cupping your cheeks and kissing back. You're sure you've got stage glitter, blue and magenta makeup, sweat and hair gel all over you now, but fuck it. Marilyn's lips are perfect for kissing. Pliant, soft, but urgent enough to make you wanna fuck.

"Suck my dick?" he mumbles.

"Yes, sir," you tease, and drop to your knees. You take him out of his pants to find him half hard, likely from either the physical exertion of performing or the fact that whenever he would look at you in the mosh pit while he was singing he would inconspicuously rub himself a little onstage.

"Mmm," you moan as you close your mouth around his cock. He groans, watching you down on the ground. 

“I apologize in advance, I'm sweaty and that probably tastes really bad...” 

You shake your head, popping off. “You’ve got nothing on my ex.” Marilyn cracks that grin again, head hitting the back wall. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry for you.” He sucks a sharp breath of air in. “Oooh... yeah, take it all, baby, that’s right.” 

As you're both just starting to get into it, a sarcastic voice interrupts you.

"Really Manson? You couldn't have finished in time for our duet?!"

You hadn't even realized Rob had finished his set. You turn as much as you can, giving Rob a little wave. He waves back with a sardonic smile.

"Quality blow jobs take time to execute, Zombie," Marilyn grins, watching you work on him, "And god's honest truth, I have no control over what's happening here. I'm just goin' with it." He bites his bottom lip, exposing his grill again and muttering a 'yeah, yeah' under his breath. Rob makes a disgusted face as he watches Manson's obscene hip thrusts. 

“You just had to fuck things up here, right?”

“If by ‘things’ you mean her, that’s very offensive nomenclature, this is a beautiful... human woman... who is very talented at oral sex--” Manson groans, fingers twisting in your hair as you prove that statement. 

"Aaand, you couldn't have brought her back to your hotel room like a respectable rock star, I guess." 

"Nah, my dick was too hard," Manson replies, "Besides, what about me is fuckin respectable?" You let out a moan, and the singer's thighs quiver under your touch. Marilyn gets a Dad Look from Rob. "--You'll be happy to know Zombie, that we'll continue it at the hotel. After I... o-oh..." His body shudders, and you bob faster, hollowing your cheeks and swallowing around the head. He shudders again, making a garbled noise, and lets out a long groan as you feel him cum in your mouth.

Rob just rolls his eyes, dragging his own towel across his face, and walks away. Marilyn's fingers lace through your hair, and he pumps himself in and out of your mouth a few times before taking his dick out.

"You're a revelation," he groans, “Like the fuckin’ bible. But sexier.” You smirk, wiping your bottom lip.

"That's just the opening act." You saunter past him to grab some of the cake they have backstage, and Marilyn groans, watching your ass and wishing the after party would start already. 

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Dionysus - Park Jimin

CHAPTER 7

I'm now in front of the door to the world The cheersI hear when I get up on stage Can't you see mystacked Broken thyrsus At last I'm reborn

- Dionysus by BTS

Diona's POV

Black hair like ebony, the hardest and highest quality domestic wood, of which the price could not be compared in any way. Small strands of hair that appeared in the layered haircut, which were difficult to see in this light and to assign to a colour because my eyes had not yet been able to get used to the  surroundings.

His movements resembled  those of a snake. He only had to use his waist very slightly and it  seemed as if his dancing, his body controlled the music - not the other way around.

With his almost wine-red tongue, he licked over his incalculable lips before he gave a dirty smile.

Yeah, dirty. Why? Because he knew he was insufferably sexy. Slowly but surely, he was  running down the stairs, step by step, meaning he was getting closer and  closer to all those people. I didn't want to look at him anymore. His presence brought me nothing but breathing problems and a dry throat.  Following him was a big mistake.

Oh, really? And at home?  Wouldn't you have done the same there? Looking at photos and watching  videos of him for hours until you had engraved him deep in your mind?

I shook my head. "Be quiet", I replied and quickly closed my eyes.

Am I losing my mind? When did I start talking to myself? Since when did I dream every goddamn night and hallucinate the next morning?

Since those seven files were opened.

Now I understood them. The fans. They weren't called that for nothing.

ARMY.

Whether danger exists or not, they would not only stand in front of the boys as if they were  their protective weapon, but they would also cover their backs so that  they would not have a single scratch burning on their skin.

Only one week since I was trapped in their world and I already couldn't find a way out.

Usher's voice suddenly stopped echoing across the room, it was dead quiet. When I opened my eyes, my breath was taken away.

His pupils were the first to meet my own. He was standing in front of me. In front of my feet. I gasped.

A dark steam formed around his figure when no one could get closer to him. Except me. My  head bowed against my will without the courage to look at him.

"Diona,"

And in that precise moment, my heart stopped pumping blood into the vessels.

"ancient Greek Dionysia,"

His hand around my neck, his lips on my ear. Like this. This is how he spoke,

"who consecrated to the god of wine, Dionysus."

No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart

In a matter of seconds he grabbed my hand and I found myself with him in the center. Turning me  around, he hugged me from behind.

I wonder if I take you home Would you still be inlove, baby

"Welcome to my world", he spoke up while the music was getting louder. When I felt his hot  breath on my ear, my cheeks heated up like lava. He turned me quickly  before our eyes met.

"A world of madness and ecstasy." He went through his straight hair, he then showed around. But my eyes followed his lips and voila! There it was. That familiar half  smile.

From my dream.

Girl, you know you got me, got me With your pistolshot me, shot me And I'm here helplessly In loveand nothing can stop me

I licked over my lips after grabbing the drink from some girl's hand and drinking it all at  once. The alcohol kicked out like a shotgun, so I just dropped the empty  glass.

When Jimin saw this, he burst out laughing so loud that his eyes became very tiny. " I think I  know that one from somewhere", he grinned after looking at the broken pieces on the floor.

You can't stop me once I start it Can't return meonce you bought it I'm coming baby, don't got it Solet's be about it

Two other attractive men appeared behind him, one of them dancing up on Jimin. Jungkook. I raised my eyebrows. Did that really just happen? And why... did I find that scene in front of me absolutely fantastic? Jimin grabbed him by the  neck and pulled him up. Strangely enough, Jungkook didn't even flinch.

No, no, no, no Don't phunk with my heart

The person with the pink mane shook his head as he looked at them and then at me. "Hey",he  yelled across the crowd that kept us apart every second.

"Suga, right?"

This one didn't think once about making a nice gesture. No. He was cold as a rock. "The one in  the benzer who's tired of life. Right?"

I nodded. He was absolutely right.

Just by waving his hand  for a moment, a waiter was already standing next to him, handing him the  beer. "Excuse me. Could I have a neat whiskey?" He blinked at me in  confusion, but left as soon as Suga told him to go.

My mind, my soul and my body could no longer contain themselves. I knew it wouldn't take long  before I would abandon my actions to my feelings. No thinking, no fear, less shame. These would be the consequences.

By the time the waiter came back with my drink, the three had already disappeared. There was a dense atmosphere in the club, the people had already lost their sobriety and my best friend was no longer to be found. He was probably in the bathroom, having his own fun.

"Fuckboy", I growled before chugging again.

"Please, not again!"

Huh?

I hadn't even noticed  that the worker was standing next to me the whole time. He immediately caught the glass that I wanted to see on the floor, completely shattered. With an unpleasant smile, he ran away from me.

"Mmm." I sighed trying to ignore the pressure down below. I hated my weak bladder. With wobbly legs, I stomped down the stairs on my heels. My toes were throbbing like hell when I ended up in a small corridor. My vision got worse with every step I took, the walls were moving back and forth. They were so thick that you couldn't hear one percent of the music from the hall, as usual.

While searching for the word 'toilets' I found something else at the end. At the end of the  corridor, there was a bright light shining in my face. I covered my face with my hands before I went blind. This time the light shone up to the  ceiling. Curiously, I raised my head.

A God who does not simply play his game with people, but who sets his life to free people  from their tight fetters - through ecstasy.

Author's POV

"Hmm" ,he groaned while filling his glass with wine. "More I need more." Because of his sweaty body, his top stuck to his skin, exposing his muscles under the red light.

3:17 a.m.

"Not yet" ,Jungkook mumbled, standing up and leaning his trained arms on the backrest,  looking down at the excited people. "What have you done with her  friend?"

Jimin scratched his neck, but so hard that the spots on his skin took on a reddish color. „Me? Nothing. But two others who are giving him pleasure."

Jungkook turned around. "Then where is she?"

"She found it" ,Suga hurried up the stairs to the VIP seats while he played with his silver  chain. Tired and exhausted, he let himself fall onto the black leather  chair.

Jimin was already standing next to Jungkook to look down. Just as his hands let go of the  compound, Jungkook grabbed him. "Will you..." ,he looked at him with concern, "be able to keep it under control?"

Once he thought of her eyes, the bass stopped beating to the tempo of the music that was  playing. It took the beats of something else. The organ that he would lose because of her if he kept thinking about her.

In this case Jungkook already knew the answer and only looked after him when he ran away. He  sat down with his older brother, grinning at him. "Nice necklace", he said after a while. He knew how uncomfortable Yoongi felt about  compliments and he enjoyed seeing him like that.

"What would ARMY say at this point?"

When he uttered that name, they both felt a pressure in the chest. It still hurt them.

"3 dollars", they both cackled at the same time. A laughter that was mixed with sadness.

"Where", he cried as he tried to walk properly, "has my beauty gone?"

It was so hot that his entire body was glowing. He observed himself in one of the infinite  mirrors and ripped up his top with full force. He smirked at his  reflection and walked on.

Like a leopard, he crept through, looking for his prey, which was lurking somewhere nearby. He put his hair back to reveal his forehead and perfectly plucked brows.

"How dare she just disappear!" ,he screamed though no one could hear him.

All of a sudden, he heard two female voices, coming closer. "I bet you Taehyung will kill  himself soon because he can't bear the oh so sad farewell to the stupid  fans."

Jimin's veins popped out. Without batting an eye, he grasped her.  "One wrong word", he  hissed as he pressed her against the wall, "and I'll turn you into an ugly creature that will breast-feed wild animals, rip live bulls apart or tear her own son's head apart. Got it?"

Tears began to form in  the eyes of the girl who tried to free herself from his grip. He had to  control it. He shouldn't harm someone. But the only thing that calmed  him down could not be found.

"Mr. Park!" One of the bodyguards ran up to them and waited for his command.

"Get the hell out of  here" ,he was still screaming against her mouth, breathing heavily. "If I  ever hear you talk about my family like that again, you'd better dig  yourself a ditch, six feet deep and bury everything that you've ever  said. Cause Army is everywhere and they wouldn't forgive you that easily."

Diona walked like a penguin towards the sink to wash her hands. Then she pulled down the  zipper of her dress, took her lipstick out of her bra and applied the dark red colour. "Do I look like a clown? Or do I look like a zombie?"

Both.

"Whatever," she shrugged, stumbling all the way out. She had no chance to suppress her  laughter and rubbed her butt, which now hurt.

"Let go of me! Didn't you hear me?"

When she heard noises,  she immediately tried to get up. Standing in the corner like a  decorative plant, she waited until the crying girls had left.

"Why does it feel like I've been in this lobby for two hours?" ,she muttered and wanted to go back to Jongsuk.

But something pulled her back.

"What the-"

This smell seemed very familiar to her. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, the fact that she had been longing for his scent since the first time they met was no lie.

They closed their eyes and enjoyed their closeness as she sat on his lap. With every breath,  she felt the air from his little nose touching her neck. Fireworks reigned in her stomach, tingling arose in her hands and later all over her body.

"Hmmm" ,he hummed when he took in her fruity sweet aroma. His bare chest touched her back on which he saw her goose bumps.

"What kind of movie do you think you're in?" Diona suddenly got up.

Squinting his eyebrows,  he stared into her blue-green eyes. He didn't move a muscle, merely moving back and forth on the little couch in the lobby.

"Diona, the one consecrated to Dionysus, huh?" ,she crossed her arms. She then bent down slowly so that there were only inches between their faces. "And let me  guess... You must be Dionysus?" She giggled briefly. "What a beautiful dream you have."

Jimin bit his full lower lip, which tasted of red wine, and stood up while she was too drunk not  to be fixed on his naked upper body.

"A dream?" He played with her honey-colored hair. "But didn't you.." , he began by running his index finger along her collarbone, "..dream about me yesterday?"

And there they were again. Tied up feelings. Not a single sound she could make.

How? How does he know?' was what she wanted to ask, but couldn't.

"Weren't you the woman on my bed who said.." ,he lifted her chin up so she could look into his dark eyes,

"Do we get drunk at midnight and kiss until our lips burn?"