#marilyn manson smut

[scissorhandsvampire]

I'm having THOUGHTS

[a-lawless-son-among-hate]

this idea for this fic came to me out of the blue, so what do you get when a young bisexual redneck goes to church to talk to the priest? well, you'll have to see here. ;)

[90sdiablo]

so, last night I was doing some nude studies of Manson lounging on a hammock at some beach and my horny ass was like "ayo you should make a fic outta this". and I was like "ok lol".

so, here it is. ^^

[dystopiandramaqueen]

Indulgences Chapter 19 is new on A03

They can be read a la carte

Even I don't know what the final thing is gonna look like- I'm just going to make quilt squares, then I'll stitch them together.

[bloody-peach]

Eat Me, Drink Me (Hazbin Hotel: Vox x F!Reader smut fic)

(Gif made by me, original image found on google images)

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Now Playing: Muse - Sing for Absolution, Marilyn Manson - Blood Honey

Goodie bag: vaginal sex, drugs (aphrodisiac), vaginal fingering, clit rubbing, drinking, dom Vox, bottom Y/N, vanilla stuff around the end [let me know if i missed anything!]

A/N: Yep, had to make some smut with Vox now, didn't I? Welp, here ya go! I would recommend listening to the recommended songs while reading this, to get into the atmosphere. Headphones required, just for added experience. ENJOY!!

Taglist: @omniuravity @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @neonvehk

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You left the Hotel, exhausted. You had to deal with Niffty trying to kill new guests, Angel Dust’s bullshit with Cherri Bomb, and Husk drinking his life away on top of all the other duties you had there. But the worst of the worst was Alastor, he always loved to torment you and make you suffer or feel scared. Even now as you walk further away from the building, you could still hear his laugh deep in your mind. At least you were able to leave for the night, but you always felt like someone was watching you. Someone....much more powerful than you.

Vox, the TV Demon, has had his eye on you for some time, ever since he caught you on the hotel’s TV commercial. He remembers pausing the clip when it froze on you and he’d jack off, just imagining of what he could do to you. He was obsessed. And he decided that tonight was the night.

You kept walking when you heard electricity buzzing. You looked and it was just a broken neon sign, but it still left you uncomfortable. You kept walking, but the buzzing came back. You started to quicken your pace to try to escape the noise or the potential source of it, but it just kept following you, even when you started to run. You then run into a brick wall, realizing you must’ve turned a wrong way while you ran. You just turned with your back against the wall, unable to escape. You saw a glowing blue square in the dark along with small blue zaps of electricity spreading through the area. Soon, the thing came closer to reveal it was Vox, the overlord that controlled the masses through the visual media. You had never met him before, but you felt a sense of dread, thinking this was another guy just like Alastor. Once he came close to you, he said, “It’s nice to finally meet you, darlin'.” You sigh in mild annoyance and say, “Look, I just...Alastor already torments me. If you just want to make my life a living hell like he does, then don’t bother. I don’t need another demon doing it too.” You didn’t have anything against him in particular, you were just too stressed out to deal with another demon who wanted to watch you suffer.

Vox’s red eyes flickered with a mix of confusion, then it turned to deep-seated rage. “Alastor...” he snarled. He controlled himself and then looked at you, with a slightly annoyed look in his face. “Is that why you were running? Because of that radio trash?” He put his hands behind his back, and said, “You know I’m not like him, right? I ain’t the type to get off to torturing folks. Well, not much at least. But you’re different.” He smiled as he placed his hand on your shoulder, “I don’t want to see you suffer, Y/N. I...well, i’m not entirely sure what I want with you.” He looked a little sheepish, an emotion you didn’t expect from him, but he quickly fixed himself and played with a strand of your hair. “But I do know I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I don’t plan on hurting you.”

You wondered why he knew your name, but then another thought came to mind. “Wait...you know Alastor?” He then chuckled, saying, “Do I know him? I wish I didn’t. That motherfucker and I go way back. Can’t stand him, frankly. He’s all about radio and all that outdated shit, but me? I’m all for anything new, as you can see.” He then petted your head. “Has he been giving you a hard time? Of course he would, he always enjoys that kind of shit. You poor thing.” His gaze softened as you put your head down, your expression full of fear and sadness, due to those traumatic memories. Vox gently grabbed your chin and brought your head up to look at him, saying with an unusual tenderness, “I promise you, Y/N, I ain’t like that. I can be...different. If you’d let me.”

You got the sense that he seemed to care for your struggles, but you’ve been in Hell for a long time. Very rarely have you encountered a person who actually cared about anyone. The only ones you knew of were Charlie and Vaggie, and out of all of Hell, that’s saying something. How can you trust what this man was saying? How can you be sure he isn’t out to hurt you or take advantage of you?

You look away from him, your face still holding that sad expression. “I want to believe you, but...how do I know you’re not just manipulating me? This is Hell, after all. Hard to find a genuine soul around here.” Vox sighed, the sound of static echoing through the alleyway. His eyes held a look of understanding, a flash of empathy. “Can’t say I blame ya for thinkin’ that way,” he admitted. “This place isn’t exactly known for its honesty.” He petted your head again, this time almost touching his forehead on yours, his voice going soft. “I don't know if I can promise you heaven, Y/N. But what I can promise you is that I ain’t here to make your life more miserable than it already is.” He then extended his hand, a smile on his face, “How about we try something? No tricks, no manipulation. Just you and I. See where it goes.”

You think about it. Well, he did seem pretty convincing, and whatever he had to offer had to be much better than what you have to deal with on a day-to-day basis.

You sigh and say as you shake his hand, “Ok.” Vox’s screen lit up with a cheerful grin as he felt your hand in his, the cool electricity sparking between your fingers. “That’s more like it, Y/N!” He said as he shook your hand. He let go of your hand and stepped back with a flourish. “Now let’s get outta this dump. If we’re gonna be...whatever we are, we might as well do it in style.” He then had an idea, his eyes glowing with excitement. “How about we head to my place? The entertainment district ain’t much, but it beats this shithole any day.” His usual cocky smile returned, the light of his screen casting a glow around the alley. “Besides, I’ve got the best view in Hell. You won’t be disappointed, I can assure you.” You smile, liking the idea. “Ok, that sounds real nice.”

You end up following him to his place and you’re amazed at how luxurious it was. Expensive furniture, so clean you could eat off of the floor, and a couch in front of a large window, showing the hellish night sky. You look out the window and he could see your eyes sparkle with delight as you marveled his abode. “Wow...you can see all of Hell from up here!” He chuckled as he crossed his arms, finding your joy adorable. He could get used to making you this happy. “Told ya, didn’t I? Best view in Hell.” He strode over to join you by the window, his eyes looking down at the fiery grounds below. “You get a good look at this place, you realize it ain’t all that bad. Got its charms, don’t it?” You turn to him and you nod. He turns to look at you, a genuine smile lighting up his screen. “Glad you like it, Y/N. Hopefully it makes your whole...situation a bit more bearable.” His gaze lingered on you for a few moments longer before he turned away to the bar, his screen showing an unclear emotion. “Now, how ‘bout a drink? I got a stash of the finest bourbon in all of Hell. Helps take the edge off.” “A drink sounds great. Thanks.”

He smiles to himself, knowing that you were slowly starting to warm up to him. “One helluva drink, coming right up!” As he grabs the bottle of bourbon, he then had a thought. He sat the bourbon down and dug out a small vial from the inside of his tux. It was a bottle of Valentino and Velvette’s ‘Love Potion’, an aphrodisiac they were collaborating on. Val gave him a bottle as a gift, but he never thought of using it. But knowing what Y/N had been going though day by day, dealing with that radio fucker’s bullshit all the time, he figured that maybe you needed a little something to help you relax, to feel pleasure and bliss instead of pain and fear. It’s not a betrayal of your trust if there’s good intentions behind it, right?

He pours the potion into the bourbon and mixed it, making sure Y/N wasn’t looking. “This stuff’s got a kick like a mule, but it’s smooth. Just like me.” He chuckles at his own joke, and he hears her giggle along with it. Oh, how he adored that laugh and how he hoped that once his plan worked, he would hear more of it, along with other lovely sounds. Once he poured a glass for himself, he brought the glasses to the couch, giving you the tainted drink and offering you to sit on the couch with him. You couldn’t help but blush a tiny bit from how he looked, the way he was sitting, offering you to join him in a moment to yourselves. You sat next to him, a bit shy, but soon relaxing in the couch. Vox raised his glass, the light from his screen reflecting from the swirling liquor. “To new beginnings, Y/N. May they be as interesting as the journey here.” With that, you both clinked your glasses together, the sound echoing through the room as you both take a long sip, his eyes never leaving you. Luckily, you didn’t notice his gaze as you downed the drink completely.

You could handle bourbon pretty well, that’s pretty much what Husk served at the bar usually, but never as high quality as this. “Man, this stuff is really good. Sweeter than any other bourbon I’ve had.” ‘Yeah, that’s the love potion that’s doing that,’ Vox thought in his head. He smirks, watching you enjoy the drink. His heart pounded in his chest, light flicks of static on his screen due to anticipation. “Glad ya like it, Y/N. It’s a special brand, adds a bit of sweetness to the usual burn. Perfect for those wanting to unwind.” He couldn’t deny the thrill he felt, seeing you this relaxed and comfortable in his presence, even if it was artificially manufactured. He knew it must’ve been a rare sight, one he’d yearned to see for a while now.

He finishes his drink, sitting his empty glass on the coffee table. “Feeling better, sweetheart?” He asks, a tinge of genuine concern in his voice. As he asked that, you started to feel a change in your body. You started to feel way more relaxed, your mind beginning to feel a bit hazy. You weren’t sure why; maybe the bourbon was that good. Your body started to feel hot and you could feel a throbbing feeling between your legs. “I...I’m not sure...I...I feel kinda funny...” you say, your voice slightly slurred. Vox’s smirk widened, his eyes glowing with a devilish delight. “Oh, it’s just the effects of the bourbon, darlin’. Besides, you’ve been so stressed out, you haven’t had any time to just sit and relax.” He moved closer, his hand lightly tracing a line up your arm, causing you to shiver. “Just relax and enjoy the ride, Y/N. I promise it’ll be one hell of a time.” His voice drops to a sultry whisper, his breath sending shivers down your spine. “You trust me, don’t you?” You feel your face grow even warmer as he started to pull you closer to him, his face so close to yours. “I..I guess so... You are a lot nicer than Alastor..” Vox chuckled, the sound low and rich in his throat. “Well, that’s the highest praise i’ve ever heard.” His hand rested on the small of your back, his fingers tracing small circles against your shirt. “I told ya, didn’t I? I ain’t like him. Not one bit.” He tilted his screen down, his glowing eyes meeting your slightly dilated ones. “Just relax, my dear. Let ol’ Vox take care of ya. You won’t regret it.” With that, he leaned in, pressing his lips against your forehead softly, something you were confused on how that worked, but that thought flew away like all the others. “Just trust me, Y/N. I won’t let ya down.”

In what your mind could come up with, as you stared at him and as he spoke with you, the thought of letting him take the wheel was starting to sound really good and you figured that it was better to trust him than anyone else in Hell. At least for now. “Ok..” Vox’s screen lit up with a triumphant grin, his red eyes glowing with delight. “That’s my girl,” he purred, his hand tightening around your waist. He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. He whispered against your lips, “You're so cute, Y/N. Just keep relaxing. There’s no need to fight it.” His other hand started explore, trailing down your body to rest on your thigh. His fingers squeezed gently, a small spark of electricity coursing through your body, causing you to moan. He knew your body was growing more sensitive by the minute. He pulled back, his screen displaying a smug smirk. “That’s it, baby. Enjoy the good feelings. Don’t be afraid, darlin’. I’ll take good care of you.”

His hand continued its exploration, trailing up your thigh to rest on your hip. He dug his fingers into your flesh, pulling you even closer against him. His screen returned to your face, his eyes locking onto yours. “You’re so responsive, sweetheart. It’s...intoxicating.” He leans in to your ear, his screen barely touching it. “I’m here. There’s no need to be scared.” His touch felt so good, all you wanted in that moment was for him to touch you more. “Ok,” you said. Vox chuckled, his eyes glowing with anticipation. “That’s what I like to hear, Y/N.” His hand slid up from your hip, tracing a path up your side and under your shirt. His fingers curled around your breast, squeezing gently, causing a soft gasp to escape your lips. “You’re so sensitive, darlin’. It’s so sweet.” His other hand slid down, resting on your thigh once more. He pulls your leg around him, positioning himself between your legs. He then starts to slowly strip you of your clothes. You were getting really hot, so it was a relief to get all those clothes off. Soon, you were completely nude before him, on full display. Vox’s eyes roamed your naked form, a low buzz rumbing from his chest. “Damn, Y/N. You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” His hands traced over your body, exploring every inch of your skin. He savored every moan and gasp, his touch sparking bits of static wherever he touched. He leaned in, his lips against your neck. “I'll make you feel all kinds of good, baby...”

His hand slid down, tracing a path down your body to rest between your thighs. His fingers teased your folds, a spark of static making you gasp. “That’s it, Y/N, just enjoy it,” he murmured, his voice a soft whisper in your ear. He then moved his face to you and kissed you deeply. You kissed back just as deep, moaning in his mouth as you felt his fingers slowly slip into your pussy. Vox groaned into the kiss, his fingers going deeper into you. He savored your moans, the taste of you on his screen intoxicating. He pulled back, a devilish smirk on his face. “You’re so wet, baby. All for me.” His fingers curled inside you, hitting that sweet spot that made you gasp. His other hand was busy teasing your nipple, pinching and twisting it until you were writhing in his arms. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you...”

With that, he picked up the pace, his fingers pumping in and out of you with a fervor that left you breathless. You moaned more, the pleasure growing in intensity, “Ahh..mm..ohh..” Vox grinned and moved his fingers faster, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit. The combination of him working on your pussy and playing with your breast had you crying out, your body trembling in his arms. “You’re so close, I can feel it. Go ahead and cum for me, baby girl.” It’s not too long until you cum, covering his hand in your juices as your body tensed up.

Vox growled, his eyes glowing with satisfaction as he felt you release all over his hand. His fingers slowed, gently stroking you through your orgasm. He slowly removed his hand and marveled at the wetness on it, licking it up until his hand was clean. “You taste so good, darlin’. So good..” His hand moved up, gently brushing a stray hair from your face. “You alright, Y/N?” You were there, still somewhat dazed from your orgasm. But there was one thought going through your head. “I...I...more...I need more...please...” Vox chuckled, “Needy little girl, aren’t you? Don’t worry, baby. I’m far from done with ya.” With that, he gently laid you down on the couch, his screen and his body hovering over you. “You ready for more, Y/N?” “Yes...please...I need it...” Vox’s eyes glowed with excitement. “Good girl, ” he purred. You see him take his jacket and pants off, revealing his hard and erect cock. You just sat there, amazed by its size. Could an overlord have a cock that big? Vox smiled, saying, “You like what you see?” He gave his cock a few strokes, pre-cum leaking from the tip. “It’s all for you, baby girl.”

With that, he lined himself up with your entrance, his hands holding your thighs gently. He slowly pushed himself inside you, groaning at the tightness that enveloped him. “Fuuck...that’s it, baby... take it in deep..” Once he was fully inside you, he started to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. You gasp and moan in pleasure as he thrusts into you, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting the pleasure consume you. Vox felt a wave of pleasure hit him as he felt your arms go around him. “That’s it, baby. Let it all out.” His thrusts picked up in pace, each one hitting that sweet spot inside you. His hand moved down, his fingers slowly rubbing your clit. “You’re so tight, darlin’. So fucking good..” With that, he picked up the pace, his cock pumping in and out of you. “Ahh..ohh..V..Vox...i..it feels so good...” you moaned, causing Vox to grin. “That’s what I like to hear, baby.” He continued his assault on your pussy, pounding into you so much that you were seeing stars. You weren’t sure how many times you came, but you didn’t care. You just wanted Vox to keep fucking you.

“Gahh, fuck yeah...gotta get even deeper...” He then stopped his thrusts and pulled out of you, flipped you onto your belly, and grabbed your hips. “Hold on tight, Y/N. It’s gonna be a wild ride.” He lined himself up with your entrance once more, pushing inside you with a single thrust. He quickly sped up his thrusts, making you a moaning mess. “Ahh..oohh..yes...yes..I...I love it... I love your cock...!” Vox grinned a prideful smile, proud of the fact he was causing you to lose yourself just from his dick. “You’re such a dirty girl, baby. I fucking love it.” It’s not too long til he could feel his climax coming, and he felt your walls flutter, meaning yours was coming too. “Cum for me again, Y/N. Let it out.” “Ahh..mm..V..Vox..! Please cum in me..! Please..! Fill me up with your cum! I can’t take it anymore..!” Vox growled, your pleas of ecstasy driving him further over the edge. “You ready, baby girl? Ready for me to fill you up? I’ll do it, but only on one condition. You belong to me from now on. You like that?” “I..I’ll do it! I’ll only belong to you, Vox! Please, fuck me!” Vox smiled, thrusting even more. “Alright, darlin’. Here it comes...!” With one final, powerful thrust, Vox released inside you, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his cum. “That’s it, baby..Take it...take it all..” You cum at the same time he does, feeling his cum filling up your womb. You cry out in pure pleasure, your body riddled with pleasure. It was the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Vox kept thrusting, but he started to slow down, letting you both ride your orgasms for as long as possible.

Once everything was done, he pulled out of you and marveled at the cum-covered mess your pussy had become. He smiled, and pulled you into his arms, holding you close. “You did amazing, baby.” He brushed a strand of hair away and he looked at you, a bit concerned since you were so quiet, “You okay, Y/N? Do you need anything?” You turned to him and he was amazed at how beautiful you looked. Your eyes looked so full of joy and bliss, and your smile was so warm and genuine. You could almost cry if you saw it for yourself. He felt his heart flutter when he saw that. Yeah, he made the right choice.

You hug him and rest your head on his chest. “I love you so much...”

Time stood still for a moment for Vox when he heard those words. He hoped that he would hear those words come out of your lips towards him, and seeing and hearing it now, it filled his heart with joy. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. He let out a quiet chuckle, his screen pressing against the top of your head. “Well you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you? I feel exactly the same, baby girl.” He gently waves his hand and summons a wisp of smoke around your neck and along his hand, it soon turning into a collar with a chain leash, him gently gripping onto the chain. You now belonged to him, permanently. And he wasn’t gonna let just anyone touch you like he just did.

He held you close, his hand gently stroking your back in a soothing rhythm. “Just rest now, Y/N. Vox has got you.” You let yourself drift off to sleep in his arms, forgetting about the world and any worries you had. Vox cleaned you up and carried you to his bed, laying you on it then entering it himself. He pulls you close, letting the sound of your breathing and the beating of your heart lull him to sleep.

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[stephaniebrownslover]

My Immortal(Worst Fanfic Ever) From Toby's POV//Chapters 2-11

Bro.

Bro. Ready for second wave of cringe fight @skullcfusher because it's all your fault.

Guys check his attack, it's very nice too.

And everyone say thanks to his awesome, full colored fanart

(I'm posting this here but I can remove ıf it's not okay)

Also I have an ask I want to answer but this cringe fight is occupied my brain and I'm sorry for that lovely person.

I HATE MYSELF SO MUCH

TW: self harm, smut, toby x jeff, offensive descriptions for actual satanist people, clockwork x jeff, some gross stuff at chapter 11, mentioned suicide attempt,

IT TURNED INTO A TOBY X JEFF AND PAST JEFF X CLOCKWORK GUYS I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO I HAVEN'T PASSED SECOND CHAPTER AND I DIDN'T KNOW THE SHIP I'M SO SORRY

CHAT SHOULD I DO OTHER 3 PARTS OR NOT?????

Chapter 2

AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok!

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The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my short emo hair in a kind of messy bun.

My friend, Kate (AN: Raven dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her messy and untidy dark black hair with pink streaks and opened her chocolate-brown eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.)

"OMFG, I saw you talking to Jeff Da Griller yesterday!" she said excitedly.

"Yeah? So?" I said, blushing.

"Do you like Jeff?" she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.

"No I so fucking don't!" I shouted.

"Yeah right!" she exclaimed. Just then, Jeff walked up to me.

"Hi." he said.

"Hi." I replied flirtily.

"Guess what." he said.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade." he told me.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR.

"Well.... do you want to go with me?" he asked.

I gasped. 

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Chapter 3

AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN RAVEN! oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I chew of my fingers. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn't put on foundation because I was pale gray anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.

I went outside. Jeff was waiting there in front of his flying car. He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).

"Hi Jeff!" I said in a depressed voice.

"Hi Toby." he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte.

'"You come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom She sets you free into this life." sang Joel '(I don't own da lyrics 2 dat song).

"Joel is so fucking hot." I said to Jeff, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.

Suddenly Jeff looked sad.

"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.

"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said.

"Really?" asked Jeff sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.

"Really." I said. "Besides I don't even know Joel and he's going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little a." I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.

The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Jeff. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees. Jeff and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Jeff didn't go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into........................... the Forbidden Forest!

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Chapter 4

AN: I sed stup flaming ok toby's name is TBOY nut marty syu OK! JEFF IS SOO IN LUV wif him dat he is acting defrent! dey nu eechodder b4 ok!

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"JEFF!" I shouted. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

Jeff didn't answer but he stopped the flying car and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously.

"What the fucking hell?" I asked angrily.

"Toby?" he asked.

"What?" I snapped.

Jeff leaned in extra-close and I looked into his krill-ish red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly I didn't feel mad anymore.

And then............... suddenly just as I Jeff kissed me passionately. Jeff climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! " I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my pale gray body became all warm. And then....

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!"

It was............................................................. Slenderfuckingbitch!  

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Chapter 5

AN: STOP flaming! if u flam it menz ur a prep or a posr! Da only reson Slenderman swor is coz he had a hedache ok an on tup of dat he wuz mad at dem 4 having sexx! PS im nut updating umtil I get five good revoiws!

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Slenderfuckingbitch made and Jeff and I follow him. He kept shouting at us angrily.

"You ludacris fools!" he shouted.

I started to cry tears of blood down my pallid face. Jeff comforted me. When we went back to the castle Slenderfuckingbitch took us to Professor Maskussy and Professor Hoodieddude who were both looking very angry.

"They were having sexual intercourse in the Forbidden Forest!" he yelled in a furious voice.

"Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?" asked Professor Hoodieddude.

"How dare you?" demanded Professor Maskussy.

And then Jeff shrieked. "BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!"

Everyone was quiet. Slenderfuckingbitch and Professor Hoodieddude still looked mad but Professor Maskussy said. "Fine. Very well. You may go up to your rooms."

Jeff and I went upstairs while the teachers glared at us.

"Are you okay, Toby?" Jeff asked me gently.

"Yeah I guess." I lied. I went to the girl's dorm and brushed my teeth and my hair and changed into a low-cut black floor-length dress with red lace all around it and black high heels. When I came out....

Jeff was standing in front of the bathroom, and he started to sing 'I just wanna live' by Good Charlotte. I was so flattered, even though he wasn't supposed to be there. We hugged and kissed. After that, we said goodnight and he reluctantly went back into his room.  

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Chapter 6

AN: shjt up prepz ok! PS I wnot update ubtil u give me goood revows!

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The next day I woke up in my coffin. I put on a black miniskirt that was all ripped around the end and a matching top with red skulls all over it and high heeled boots that were black. I put on two pairs of skull earrings, and two crosses in my ears. I spray-painted my hair with purple.

In the Great Hall, I ate some Count Chocula cereal with blood instead of milk, and a glass of red blood. Suddenly someone bumped into me. All the blood spilled over my top.

"Bastard!" I shouted angrily. I regretted saying it when I looked up cause I was looking into the pale white face of a gothic girl with spiky brown hair with red streaks in it. She was wearing so much eyeliner that I was going down her face and she was wearing black lipstick. She didn't have glasses anymore and now she was wearing red contact lenses just like Jeff's and there was no scar on her forhead anymore. She had a womanly stubble on her chin. She had a sexy English accent. She looked exactly like emo Tinker Bell. She was so sexy that my body went all hot when I saw her kind of like an erection only I'm a boy so I didn't get one you sicko.

"I'm so sorry." she said in a shy voice.

"That's all right. What's your name?" I questioned.

"My name's Glocky DA Work, although most people call me Vampire these days." she grumbled.

"Why?" I exclaimed.

"Because I love the taste of human blood." she giggled.

"Well, I am a vampire." I confessed.

"Really?" she whimpered.

"Yeah." I roared.

We sat down to talk for a while. Then Jeff came up behind me and told me he had a surprise for me so I went away with him.

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Chapter 7, Bring me 2 life

AN: wel ok u guyz im only writting dis cuz I got 5 god reviuws. n BTW I wont rite da nxt chapter til I git TIN god vons! STO FLAMING OR ILL REPORT U! Tony isn't a Marty Stu ok he isn't perfect HES A SATANITS! n he has problemz hes depressed 4 godz sake!

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Jeff and I held our pale white hands with black nail polish as we went upstairs. I was wearing red Satanist sings on my nails in red nail polish (AN: c doez dat sound lik a Martu Stu 2 u?). I waved to Vampire. Dark misery was in her depressed eyes. I guess she was jealous of me that I was going out with Jeff. Anyway, I went upstairs excitedly with Jeff. We went into his room and locked the door. Then............

We started frenching passively and we took off each others clothes enthusiastically. He felt me up before I took of my top. Then I took off my black leather bra and he took off his pants. We went on the bed and started making out naked and then he put his boy's thingy in mine and we HAD SEX. (c is dat stupid?)

"Oh Jeff, Jeff!" I screamed while getting an orgasm when all of a sudden I saw a tattoo I had never seen before on Jeff's arm. It was a black heart with an arrow through it. On it in bloody gothic writing were the words............ Vampire!

I was so angry.

"You bastard!" I shouted angrily, jumping out of the bed.

"No! No! But you don't understand!" Jeff pleaded. But I knew too much.

"No, you fucking idiot!" I shouted. "You probably have AIDs anyway!"

I put on my clothes all huffily and then stomped out. Jeff ran out even though he was naked. He had a really small you-know-what but I was too mad to care. I stomped out and did so until I was in Vampire's classroom where he was having a lesson with Professor Maskussy and some other people.

"VAMPIRE da WORK, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" I yelled.

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Chapter 8

AN: stop flassing ok! if u do den u r a prep!

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Everyone in the class stared at me and then Jeff came into the room even though he was naked and started begging me to take him back.

"Toby, it's not what you think!" Jeff screamed sadly.

My friend Nina Makes My Killer Obsessed smiled at me understatedly. She flipped her long waste-length emo black hair and opened her crimson eyes like blood that she was wearing contact lenses on. She had pale white skin that she was wearing white makeup on. Jane was kidnapped when she was born. Her real parents are vampires and one of them is a witch but Zalbitchmutherfuckerhoe killed her mother and her father committed suicide because he was depressed about it. She still has nightmares about it and she is very haunted and depressed. It also turns out her real last name is Bro and not Hoe. (Since she has converted to Satanism she is in Slytherin now not Griffindoor. )

"What is it that you desire, you ridiculous dimwit!" Maskussy demeaned angrily in his cold voice but I ignored him.

"Vampire, I can't believe you cheated on me with Jeff!" I shouted at him.

Everyone gasped.

I don't know why Toby was so mad at me. I had went out with Vampire (I'm bi and so is Toby) for a while but then she broke my heart. She dumped me because she liked Korra, a stupid preppy ATLA rip-off fucker. We were just good friends now. She had gone through horrible problems, and now she was gothic. (Haha, like I would hang out with a prep.)

"But I'm not going out with Jeff anymore!" said Vampire.

"Yeah fucking right! Fuck off, you bastard!" I screamed. I ran out of the room and into the Forbidden Forest where I had lost my virility to Jeff and then I started to bust into tears. 

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Chapter 9

AN: stop flaming ok! I dntn red all da boox! dis is frum da movie ok so itz nut my folt if Slenderfuckingbitch swers! besuizds I SED HE HAD A HEDACHE! and da reson slendy dosent lik Glocky now is coz hes christian and vampire is a satanist! MCR ROX!

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I was so mad and sad. I couldn't believe Jeff for cheating on me. I began to cry against the tree where I did it with Jeff.

Then all of a suddenly, an horrible man with red eyes and no bitches and everything started flying towards me on a broomstick! He didn't have a single bitch (basically like Zalbitchmutherfuckerhoe in the font) and he was wearing all black but it was obvious he wasn't gothic. It was...... Zalbitchmutherfuckerhoe!

"No!" I shouted in a scared voice but then Zalbitchmutherfuckerhoe shouted "Imperius!" and I couldn't run away.

"Crookshanks!" I shouted at him. Zalbitchmutherfuckerhoe fell of his broom and started to scream. I felt bad for him even though I'm a sadist so I stopped.

"Toby." he yelled. "Thou must kill Vampire Glocky!"

I thought about Vampire and her sexah eyes and her gothic brown hair and how her face looks just like Emo Tinker Bell. I remembered that Jeff had said I didn't understand, so I thought, what if Jeff went out with Vampire before I went out with him and they broke up?

"No, Zalbitchmutherfuckerhoe!" I shouted back.

Zalbitchmutherfuckerhoe gave me a gun. "No! Please!" I begged.

"Thou must!" he yelled. "If thou does not, then I shall kill thy beloved Jeff!"

"How did you know?" I asked in a surprised way.

Zalbitchmutherfuckerhoe got a dude-ur-so-retarded look on his face. "I hath telekinesis." he answered cruelly. "And if you doth not kill Vampire, then thou know what will happen to Jeff!" he shouted. Then he flew away angrily on his broomstick.

I was so scared and mad I didn't know what to do. Suddenly Jeff came into the woods.

"Jeff!" I said. "Hi!"

"Hi." he said back but his face was all sad. He was wearing white foundation and messy eyeliner kind of like a pentagram (geddit) between Joel Madden and Gerard Way.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"No." he answered.

"I'm sorry I got all mad at you but I thought you cheated on me." I expelled.

"That's okay." he said all depressed and we went back into Hogwarts together making out. 

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Chapter 10

AN: stup it u gay fags if u donot lik ma story den fukk off! ps it turnz out b'loody mary isn't a muggle afert al n she n vampire r evil datz y dey movd houses ok!

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I was really scared about Zlabitchmutherfuckerhoe all day. I was even upset went to rehearsals with my gothic metal band Bloody Gothic Rose 666. I am the lead singer of it and I play guitar. People say that we sound like a cross between GC, Slipknot and MCR. The other people in the band are B'loody Mary, Vampire, Jeff, Benny boy (although we call him El Diablo now. He has yellow hair now with blue streaks in it.) and Trendermwah. Only today Jeff and Vampire were depressed so they weren't coming and we wrote songs instead. I knew Jeff was probably Jeff The Kissing his wrists (he wouldn't die because he was a vampire too and the only way you can kill a vampire is with a c-r-o-s-s (there's no way I'm writing that) or a steak) and Vampire was probably watching a depressing movie like The Corpse Bride. I put on a black leather shirt that showed off my man boobs and tiny matching miniskirt that said Simple Plan on the butt. You might think I'm a man slut but I'm really not.

We were singing a cover of 'Helena' and at the end of the song I suddenly bust into tears.

"Toby! Are you OK?" B'loody Mary asked in a concerted voice.

"What the fuck do you think?" I asked angrily. And then I said. "Well, Zalbitchmutherfuckerhoe came and the fucking bastard told me to fucking kill Glocky! But I don't want to kill her, because, she's really nice, even if she did go out with Jeff. But if I don't kill Glocky, then Zalbitchmutherfuckerhoe, will fucking kill Jeff!" I burst into tears.

Suddenly Jeff jumped out from behind a wall.

"Why didn't you fucking tell me!" he shouted. "How could you- you- you fucking poser muggle bitch!" (c is dat out of character?)

I started to cry and cry. Jeff started to cry too all sensitive. Then he ran out crying.

We practiced for one more hour. Then suddenly Slenderfuckingbitch walked in angrily! His eyes were all fiery and I knew this time it wasn't cause he had a headache.

"What have you done!" He started to cry wisely. (c dats basically nut swering and dis time he wuz relly upset n u wil c y) "Toby Jeff has been found in his room. He committed suicide by Jeff The Krilling his cheeks." 

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Chapter 11

AN: i sed stup flaming up prepz! c if dis chaptr is srupid!1111 it delz wit rly sris issus! sp c 4 urself if itz ztupid brw fangz 2 ma frend raven 4 hleping me!

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"NO!" I screamed. I was horrorfied! B'loody Mary tried to comfort me but I told her fuck off and I ran to my room crying myself. Slenderfuckingbitch chased after me shouting but he had to stop when I went into my room cause he would look like a perv that way.

Anyway, I started crying tears of blood and then I chewed both of my hands. They got all over my clothes so I took them off and jumped into the bath angrily while I put on a Linkin Park song at full volume. I grabbed a steak and almost stuck it into my heart to commit proxy ritual. I was so fucking depressed! I got out of the bathtub and put on a black low-cut dress with lace all over it sandly. I put on black high heels with pink metal stuff on the ends and six pairs of skull earrings. I couldn't fucking believe it. Then I looked out the window and screamed... Mask was spying on me and he was taking a video tape of me! And Jackielyn was masticating to it! They were sitting on their broomsticks.

"EW, YOU FUCKING PERVS, STOP LOOKING AT ME NAKED! ARE YOU PEDOS OR WHAT!" I screamed putting on a black towel with a picture of Marilyn Mason on it. Suddenly Vampire ran in.

"Abra Kedavra!" she yelled at Maskussy and Jackielyn pointing her womb. I took my gun and shot Maskussy and Jackielyn a gazillion times and they both started screaming and the camera broke. Suddenly, Slendyfuckingbitch ran in. "Toby, it has been revealed that someone has - NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he shouted looking at Maskussy and Jackielyn and then he waved his wand and suddenly...

Trendermwah ran outside on his broom and said everyone we need to talk.

"What do you know, Trendermwah? You're just a little Hogwarts student!"

"I MAY BE A HOGWARTS STUDENT...." Trendermwah paused angrily. "BUT I AM ALSO A SATANIST!"

"This cannot be." Mask said in a crisp voice as blood dripped from his hand where Slendyfuckingbitch's wand had shot him. "There must be other factors."

"YOU DON'T HAVE ANY!" I yelled in madly.

Jackielyn held up the camera triumelephantly. "The lens may be ruined but the tape is still there!"

I felt faint, more than I normally do like how it feels when you do not drink enough blood.

"Why are you doing this?" Jackielyn said angrily while he rubbed his dirty hands on his clook.

And then I heard the words that I had heard before but not from him. I did not know whether to feel shocked and happy or to bite him and drink his blood because I felt faint.

"BECAUSE...BECAUSE...." Trendermwah said and he paused in the air dramitaclly, waving his wand in the air. Then swooped he in singing to the tune of a gothic version of a song by 50 Cent.

"Because you're goffic?" Mask asked in a little afraid voice cause he was afraind it meant he was connected with Satan.

"Because I LOVE HIM!"

I'M CONFUSED AS HELL

[livingddeadgirlrl]

smut of sam monroe from life as a house. i don’t like the movie cuz it’s corny BUT he’s so sexy and emo so. and hayden christensen. carrying on. aged up and 18+ characters!

it was everything you absolutely dreaded. moving to some random house, having to meet new neighbors, live next to them for the rest of your miserable lives. it was about three weeks that you had been living there with your mom now, and it was still lifeless. you had seen the people living in the house to your right-a couple in their early forties with some kids-nothing special. but the house to the left was always a source of entertainment. the two little blonde boys, and the snob for a dad, the blaring music (marilyn manson and limp bizkit) pouring out of the window directly across from your own…

you never cared to close those ugly drapes, simply leaving the sheer lace curtain you had pinned up to try to fix the ugliness to slightly obscure the view. obviously, the lace did absolutely nothing to hide what went on in your room. smoking weed in your underwear, filming yourself on your laptop for your twitter-you name it. you always felt a pair of lingering eyes from across the way. sometimes you would accidentally drop something on the ground while in your cute panties, bending down slowly to pick them up, emphasizing your pretty hips and back dimples. his eyes were always watching when you did this- his dark blue eyes under that black eye makeup. you hadn’t really talked to him before, but you saw him around school sometimes. You’d glance and offer a small smile during lunch when you saw him, usually smoking a cigarette, but never really exchanged any words.

one day, just before last period, you ran into him heading to the parking lot, intentions set on skipping class. guess you weren’t the only one who wanted to leave. you were walking to your car, keys in your hand, a cigarette hanging between your lips. as you leaned in to reach for the handle, you caught a glimpse of someone. you looked up, and oh god- fuck im in trouble. it was him. your neighbor. the same one you borderline flash every time you take a shower. he offered a halfhearted chuckle and a small smirk. you stood there awkwardly, pulling the cigarette from your mouth as you stood back up. “hey… neighbor.. right..?” you said with a soft and awkward chuckle. “got a spare?” he pointed to your cigarette, walking closer to your car. you reached into your front pocket of your pants, pulling out your pack and handing it to him. he grabbed the pack, leaning on the side of your car, carefully picking out a cigarette and placing it in his mouth. “got a light?” he asked. “oh-mhm.” you reached in between your tits, pulling out a zippo lighter. he chuckled softly as you lit it for him, slightly admiring the sight. “thanks,” he said as he offered a gentle nod, resulting in a soft nod from yourself in return. “hey- mind if i ask for a favor?” he asked in a lower tone, leaning in towards you more as he took a drag from the cigarette. “sure..” you replied slightly hesitantly. “can i use your shower? at home? my dad doesn’t have functioning plumbing at his place,” he clicked his tongue softly. “oh- are you staying with your dad?” you asked, thinking maybe you shouldn’t have asked that-maybe it was a sensitive topic. but he responded anyway, no hesitation. “yeah, for the summer. dude’s forcing me to stay while he builds some stupid fuckin house.. that’s why you probably haven’t been seein me from your window..” he added in a low tone, leaning even closer towards you. “aahh.. i see.. well yeah, you can use my bathroom. that's fine. wouldn’t wanna have you going without showering…” you chuckled softly. fuck, why am i trying to make jokes. he probably thinks im fucking stupid. you thought to yourself. he was so your type. the black hair with the blue streak, his plethora of ear piercings, his labret piercing, his style. he was so hot, and you were making stupid jokes. “alright, thanks.. can i come by later today?” he asked softly as he looked down at your lips, then looking back up into your eyes. “yeah that’s fine.. just knock on the door and i’ll let you in,” you replied.

later that day, you found yourself in that very shower, the mirror steaming and the hot air wafting from the crack in the door. sam had showed up to take a shower, without any warning before coming. he knocked on the front door, just like you had instructed, yet you weren’t there to open it. instead, it was your mom. she opened the door, not expecting any visitors. “oh, hey.. is y/n here..?” he asked. your mom instructed that you were busy at the moment, but he could wait upstairs for you. she let him in, and he journeyed upstairs to wait in your room. as he walked down the hallway to get to your room, he heard the shower water running. he wrapped his fingers around the door handle, twisted it gently, and to his surprise, the door was unlocked. he pushed the door open and closed it behind him. he leaned his back against the door and took in the full sight of you. your shower was textured glass, hiding absolutely nothing. the blood immediately rushed to his cock, his tripp nyc pants tightening around it. he brushed his fingertips against it, giving him a tiny bit of relief. he had been so pent up, not being able to jack off at his dad’s place due to the lack of privacy and NO WALLS FOR THE BATHROOM!! he was practically edging himself that entire time. he needed relief, and stat. he walked up to the door of the shower, knocking on it. you jumped slightly, letting out a small ‘eep’ like sound. you cracked the door open slightly, barely covering your tits with one arm and holding the door open with the other. “i did not know you were coming,” you expressed with a slight rosy hue creeping up to your cheeks, your hair stuck to your shoulders and dripping down to your tits. “well, i was gonna call.. but i realize i don’t have your number… so i thought i’d just.. stop by…” he whispered in a husky tone, leaning his face closer to you. “well.. I’m not done yet but.. you can join me if you want…” you replied softly, leaning your face closer to his while looking up at him.

his hands immediately shot to his waistband, unbuckling his studded belt, fingertips quickly unzipping his pants. he slid them down quickly, the metal jingling from the chains on the pants. he quickly slid off his boxers, stepping out of them and ohhhhh my god. hes hung as fuck. you gulped softly at the sight. he was already hard as fuck, his tip throbbing and pink. he quickly pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side along with the rest of his clothes. you cracked the door open more for him, letting him step inside. the hot water hit his shoulders, wetting his hair and dripping into his face. you pumped shampoo into your hand, slapping it onto his hair and massaging it in with both hands. as you raised your hands up to wash his hair, your full body was exposed for him to see- your big tits that were glistening from the water, your small waist that was stretching out even more as you lifted upwards-your pretty hip bones pronounced, your pretty thighs. he scanned it all as you did this, and oh so slowly. you tried to keep your eyes on his hair, desperately trying to not look at his massive cock about to poke you in the stomach. you leaned forward more to wash the back of his head, accidentally pressing your abdomen into the head of his dick. you let out a soft gasp, looking up into his eyes while laughing softly. “you’ve been driving me crazy…you know that?” he whispered softly. “what do you mean…” you asked. “all the times you’ve gotten naked in front of your window while i was there… i know you saw me,” he continued. you let out a soft hum in return, tracing your fingertips on his thigh gently. his leg and cock twitched softly at this, biting his lip softly as his eyes met yours. “seems like you need a little help here, huh..?” you asked, looking down at his throbbing cock. “haven’t been able to blow a load at all at my dad’s… no privacy,” he whispered closely, his lips grazing your own. “want me to help with that…?” you looked up at his eyes, then down to his lips. he nodded softly, immediately crashing his lips into yours. he kissed you hungrily and desperately-like he wanted to devour you. he was a starving man. he slipped his tongue into your mouth with fervor, his hands resting on your hips and tracing over them with his fingertips. as he continued kissing you, he let out a soft moan. he picked up the pace, kissing you more intensely, when he pulled away, gasping and letting out a whiny moan. he had just shot a load of cum onto your thigh–just from kissing. boy was he pent up. this poor sexy emo man needed you so badly, he was practically in heat. after shooting his initial load of cum, he still had it in him! he needed more, and desperately. he kissed you again, his fingers gently tracing over your throbbing clit, swiping two fingers between your slick folds. you whimpered softly into the kiss, rocking your hips slightly, wanting more. he pumped his thick and long cock (roughly 9 inches.. yeah.) with his right hand, pulling away from the kiss softly. “is this okay..” he asked in a breathy whisper, his lips hovering over yours once again. “mhm-please,” you whined out softly. he lowered his head to kiss your jawline, biting on the flesh of your neck softly as he lined the head of his cock to your slit. he tapped it a few times and then pushed. he pulled away from your neck to watch the sight – your pretty pink pussy sucking his cock in so tightly, inch by inch. you leaned up against the shower wall, pulling him closer to you by the back of his neck with one hand. you also watched the sight – his painfully big dick pressing into you, creating a soft bulge in your lower abdomen. you whined softly, holding onto his neck. “m’so big-” you mumbled, your lips parting gently. he whimpered in response. “fuckyoure so tight” he whispered breathily into your ear in a whiny tone. he held your hip in one hand, his other hand toying with your clit. his lips found his way back to your neck, littering soft kisses and bites all over. he pushed his cock in deeper, causing you to whimper out again.

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20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Tagged by the lovely @rakaiawriter ❤️

How many works do you have on A03? 5 (only been there since 2023, soo... we can add my German works on fanfiktion.de, those are 9 more plus 2 that are also on AO3)

What's your total word count? 293 727 on AO3 400.329 on fanfiktion.de

What fandoms do you write for? Currently Elder Scrolls, especially Skyrim. Planning on some general Elder Scrolls too. Earlier I've written for Hannibal, Supernatural, Mötley Crüe, Marvel's Thor (Loki), Marilyn Manson and once a terrible, terrible Rammstein fic that is now deleted.

Top 5 fics by kudos? Okay, so I only have 5 fics on AO3, so here we go: 1) Daedric Drabbles (25) 2) Doe and Wolf (21) 3) Whisky by the Sea (21) 4) Dealings with Daedra (16) 5) Siblicide (2) Fanfiktion.de has a recommendation system that's similiar to kudos, so here we go: 1) I think I'll eat your heart (27) 2) Only Human (13) 3) Whisky by the Sea (6) 4) Hey Mister Superhate, I just want to love you (5) 5) The Devilish Games That I Taught You (4)

Do you respond to comments? Yes, I always try to. I love to share my brain rot with others and loe to chat about my little stories!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I moslty write sad and devastating endings now, but angsty was the ending of The Devilish Games That I Taught You. Someone loosing their tongue by Crowley cutting it out? Much angst. But the whole last part of Dealings with Daedra too had much angst.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I do not write happy endings. Most of my endings are bittersweet and as I already said sad in nature.

Do you get hate on fics? Never gotten any, luckily. Only constructive criticism so far.

Do you write smut? Yes and I love it.

Craziest crossover? I don't do crossovers, never appealed to me and I tend to avoid reading them.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I knew of.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Ha, I'm doing that myself. Whisky by the Sea and Siblicide were originally written in German and I am currently translating Dealings with Daedra to German.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope. I'm a lone wolf *aaawuuu* (Ok, I'll stop)

All-time favorite ship? Ooof, Hannigram maybe? The chemistry between Mads and Hugh is just so gooood.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Honestly, my Hannibal-Fic and my Loki-Fic. Only Human (Loki) needs a total rewrite because I did write a Mary-Sue there. And for I think I'll eat your heart I just don't have the hyperfocus anymore. Maybe it will come back some day.

What are your writing strengths? I think writing emotions? Also word choices and world descriptions.

What are your writing weaknesses? Living on the hyperfocus, definitely. Procrastinating. And I love to find a word and use it all over my writing. Certainly is a good example or adorned and accompanied.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? Has to be done right. Like, it really needs a purpose and not just for using the language. I'm a big fan of scattering words for the feeling. For example when writing Lori's parents in WbtS, they mostly cursed in italian. Giving Teldryn Dunmeri words is also fitting I think and I'm doing that while writing DwD II. But generally speaking, it should not disturb the flow and as I said, have purpose. Then I'm ok with it.

First fandom you ever wrote in? Marilyn Manson, I think. There is awful writing on my hard drive, you can't imagine.

Favorite fic you've written? Oof, changes. I mostly love the one I'm currently writing the most and that's also the case now. I have almost written 50k words for DwD II by now and I fucking love it.

Uhm, who to tag here? @vanilleeistee, @ladytanithia are you in for this? 😄

[lostheaventales]

In addition to doing the Wandering Souls, I will be posting one shots soon. If you have any requests (including nsfw), feel free to send them in the asks.

Fandoms

Guns n Roses

Type O Negative

Red Dead Redemption 1 & 2

The Sims

Korn

Marilyn Manson

Mafia (1 & 2)

Michael Jackson

Mötley Crüe

Grand Theft Auto (3, San Andreas, Vice City, V)

Things I’ll Write

M/M relationships

F/M relationships

F/F relationships

Mpreg

Age Gaps

Angst

Whump

Sickfics

Pregnancy

Third Person

Major Character Death

Violence

Smut

Underage (if not containing explicit material)

High school AUs

Pretty much anything if not too graphic for Tumblr

Things I Won’t Write

R*pe/Molestation (anything more than a mention or implication)

Illegal Age Gaps (i.e Adults/Minors)

Ageplay

Teacher/Student (even if the relationship is between two adults)

A/B/O, Omegaverse

I’m not really interested in writing Reader Inserts, so please leave requests that could be easily made into a third person fic and specify whether the oc would be male, female, non-binary, etc or if the gender doesn’t matter

If you want to read more of something long form fanfics, I have an AO3 where I’m working on a Axl Rose/Peter Steele longfic. I have fics that contradict the “things I won’t write” list. The point of the “things k won’t write” list is due to the fact that Tumblr is more strict with what they allow than AO3. To avoid any trouble, I won’t be writing anything that will cause me trouble with the moderators of this site. Hope you understand

[death-to-posers]

As promised, here’s that list of people I will/won’t write for, and also my boundaries etc.

Will do:

Smut✅

Angst✅

Fluff✅

Some averagely kinky stuff✅

x reader fics✅

platonic ships & fics✅

sodomy✅

Queer fics (f character x f reader, m character x m reader etc, I will write for non binary readers too. Please specify the gender you want the reader to be when you request or I will default to non binary)✅

Won’t do:

R*pe/Non con❌

Adult x minor ❌ (no weird pedo shit)

Anything that glorifies or sexualises severe domestic abuse❌

Pregnancy fics (I can’t I’m sorry.)❌

Shit kinks💀 (come on now..)❌

Vomit kinks (why.)❌

Foot fetish related stuff❌

Incest❌

furry/zoophile shit❌

vore❌

eating disorder/self harm stuff (I know a lot of people originally used this as a coping mechanism but it eventually evolved into the romanticism of anorexia and self harm and I do not stand for that.)❌

Might do, depends on the request:

Ships between two real people (unless they’re an actual couple I will probably be against this)

People/bands I will write for:

AC/DC (all members)

Alestorm (all members)

Abbath (all members)

Alice In Chains (all members)

Abbath Doom Occulta

Bathory (all members)

Behemoth (all members)

Billy Idol

Björk

Black Sabbath (all members)

Bon Jovi (all members)

Burzum (all members but it’s just Varg so this goes without saying)

Cannibal Corpse (all members)

Carpathian Forest (all members)

Courtney Love

Celtic Frost (all members)

Darkthrone (all members)

Disturbed (all members)

The Doors (all members)

Dream Theater (all members)

Evanescence (all members)

Foo Fighters (all members)

Ghost/Ghost B.C. (all members)

Gloryhammer (all members)

God Seed (all members)

Gojira (all members)

Gorgoroth (all members)

Green Day (all members)

Hanoi Rocks (all members)

Helloween (all members)

Hole (all members)

Immortal (all members)

Iron Maiden (all members)

Joan Jett & The Blackhearts (all members)

Joost Klein

Judas Priest (all members)

King Ov Hell

KoRn (all members except David Silveria)

Lamb Of God (all members)

Lana Del Rey

Limp Bizkit (all members)

Marilyn Manson/Marilyn Manson & The Spooky Kids (all members)

Mayhem (all members)

Megadeth (all members)

Metallica (all members)

Misfits (all members)

Morbid (all members)

Motörhead (all members)

Murderdolls (all members)

My Chemical Romance (all members except Bob)

Necrobutcher

Nickelback (all members)

Nirvana (all members)

Old Funeral (all members)

Ov Hell (all members)

Ozzy Osbourne

Pantera (all members)

Powerwolf (all members)

Pearl Jam (all members)

Queen (all members)

Rammstein (all members)

Rob Zombie

Repugnant (specifically Mary Goore)

Ronnie James Dio

Rotting Christ (all members)

Sabaton (all members)

Serj Tankian

Sirenia (all members)

Slaughter To Prevail (all members)

Slayer (all members)

System Of A Down (all members)

Type O Negative (all members)

Twisted Sister (all members)

Tool (all members)

Varg Vikernes

If there are any members I’ve excluded it is most likely because I fucking hate them. If you submit a request for someone and I refuse to do it then it’s either because: it makes me uncomfortable to write for said person especially if it’s smut, I don’t know enough about them to write a fic or I hate them. It’ll probably be one of those three reasons so please understand and respect that. If there’s someone/a band not on this list or the “won’t do” list, it doesn’t necessarily mean I won’t do them. I might have simply forgotten to add them so please ask.

I will also write for certain non-musicians such as historical figures and/or fictional characters. Give me a shout in requests and I may or may not be willing to write for them. As an example, I will write for Manfred and Lothar von Richthofen. Not musicians but I adore them.

People/bands I will NOT write for:

Any kpop bands.

Any actors/actresses

Deftones (there’s no negotiation. I will not write for Deftones. End of discussion.)

Blink-182 (same as Deftones)

Falling In Reverse (Same reason as Deftones)

Yungblud (come on now. Be serious. Be so for real.)

Panic! At The Disco (fuck no.)

The Beatles (no.)

Mötley Crüe (no❤️)

Tokio Hotel (nothing against them but no thanks)

One Direction (come on.)

C*rey Taylor/most of Slipknot. (I will write for Joey and Jay though, my pookies)

Mindless Self Indulgence (foul ass band I despise all of the members)

And when I said I won’t write a romantic fic between two real people I meant it. Platonic is more than okay, we love some platonic bandmate fluff but beyond that is a fat no unless they’re actually married/dating. So it goes without saying that I will NOT write Davisdurst, don’t even start. Do not.

- 𐕣𝕶𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𐕣

[a-lawless-son-among-hate]

made a quick sketch of Chris writing an entry in his diary. what's it about? well, see it for yourself... ;)

[i-smoke-chapstick]

‘RULES,

NOTE THAT . . .

- This blog cotains dark content! dead dove, proship/profic, etc!

- I understand DNI’s don’t really work, but I do ask that antis please block me! This blog is not for you

FANDOMS . . .

Fandoms highlighted in green are what I’m currently accepting requests for!

- Heart Break High

- Marilyn Manson

- School Spirits

- Gotham

- Slashers

- Watchmen

- Twilight

- DCEU

- TVD/TO

- The Penguin (Sofia Falcone)

- Workaholics

- Succession

- OUAT

- True Blood

- The Boys

- AHS

-MCU (Thor and Loki)

- GoT / HotD

- Star Wars (Hux, Kylo, Hux/Rose)

- Heimdall (GOW)

- Niall Horan / Mara Justine

if a fandom isn’t listed, feel free to send in an ask! I write for plenty more, just can’t think of them.

WHAT I WRITE . . .

- Almost anything! I love dark fiction, so I will happily write NSFW, including hard kinks, CNC, BDSM, etc. Piss kink. Anything nasty, i’m down for it. I love unconventional polyamory and rare pairs. That being said, i love some vanilla smut and fluff as well!!

- I write both character/character and character/reader! (platonic, romantic, familial, or otherwise!)

- ALL of my fics are song fics (have a song quote to accompany them/are named after one!) if you have a specific song you want me to use, tell me! Otherwise i’ll pick one myself :)

- I am profiction/proship, I will write incest, underage, noncon, yandere, etc. Anything problematic is fine with me! I can write character death and angst as well. If you want an age-gap fic or familial fic, please specify how old reader is and/or if it’s incestous.

- The only thing I will not write is a character cheating on reader and AMAB reader or character / AMAB character smut. I can still do male reader and gender neutral fluff though! I also do not write pregnancy :)

[artisticdemon]

I'm bored so here are the songs I have in my phone

What the title says. Also I have a lot of songs. You've been warned.

50 shades - Boy Epic

Αντιο φιλε - Σταθης Ψα��της & Γιωργος Σαλαμπασης

Να Μ' Αγαπας - Παυλος Σιδηροπουλος

Μεγαλωνουμε - 12ος Πιθηκος

Μην Μου Λες Αντιο - Κωστας Μακεδονας

Τα Αντιθετα - Βασιλης Σκουλας

Φωτια Μου - Μιλτος Πασχαλιδης

ΧΙΛΙΟΜΕΤΡΑ - Madclip & Hawk & Light & Sapranov

Always On The Run - ISAAK

Another Life - Motionless in White

Armin Meiwes - SKYND (If you love true crime just listen to this singer, she is amazing)

As Above So Below (Slowed and Reverb) - In This Moment

Beast Within - In This Moment

Bed Of Nails - Alice Cooper

Bernadette (Slowed and Reverb) - IAMX

Big Bad Wolf - In This Moment

Black Tar & Nicotine - Dorothy

Black Wedding - In This Moment

Black Wedding (Slowed and Reverb) - In This Moment

Bones - Imagine Dragons

Burning Our Bed - Alice Cooper

Carry Me Down - Demon Hunter

Closer - In This Moment

Closer - J2

Columbine - SKYND

Crazy In Love - The Eden Project

Custer - Slipknot

Cut Me Clean - Johnnie Guilbert ft. Jake Webber & Yung Scuff

Dark Nights - Dorothy

Daylight - David Kushner

Demons Are A Girl's Best Friend - Powerwolf

Devil Trigger (Devil May Cry 5) - RichardEB ft Lolita & Little V

Dirty Little Animals - Bones UK

Don't Speak - Hidden Citizens (I swear Hidden Citizens are so underrated!)

Doomsday Blue - Bambie Thug

Ecstacy - Jake Webber & Johnnie Guilbert

Edmund Kemper - SKYND

Eternally Yours - Motionless In White

Favela - Rack

Fight Fire With Gasoline - Self Deception

Flesh - Simon Curtis (I have read too many smuts while listening this in the background)

Gimme Some Truth - Johnny Depp

God Is A Woman - Ariana Grande X Imagine Dragons (100 times better than the original)

Guns For Hire - Woodkid

Hayloft II - Mother Mother

Heart Of Darkness - Tomme Profitt ft Sam Tinnesz

Heart Shaped Glasses - Marilyn Manson

Hellsing Intro - A Word Without Logos

Highway To Hell - ACDC

Hold My Hand - Lady Gaga

Hope It Haunts You - Citizen Soldier

House Of Fire - Alice Cooper

Hymn For The Weekend (Slowed and Reverb) - Coldplay

(Tired? We are still in the middle)

I Am The Spider - Alice Cooper

I Bet My Life - Imagine Dragons

I Feel Like I'm Drowning - Two Feet

I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight - Hidden Citizens (perfect for all you fellow sadists that read/ write whump or heavy angst)

I Would Do Anything For Love - Meat Loaf

I'll Bite Your Face Off - Alice Cooper (I need to make it into a shirt)

I'm Not A Vampire (Slowed and Reverb) - Falling In Reverse

I'm Your Gun - Alice Cooper

Irresistible - Fall Out Boy ft Demi Lovato

It's A Dangerous Game (Lucy & Hyde) - Anthony Warlow

Jim Jones - SKYND

John Wayne Gacy - SKYND

Kiss Me You Animal - Burn The Ballroom

Kiss The Goat - Ghost

Love Is Blindness - The Damn Truth

Love's A Loaded Gun - Alice Cooper

Low Lays The Devil - The Veils (Lucifer had THE BEST music I have ever heard of)

Masterpiece - Motionless In White

Mediterranean - Sidatra ft Sasuke

Mobscene - Marilyn Manson

Monster's Ball - Queen Bee (Helluva Boss)

Never - Voltaire

Oh Lord - In This Moment

One For The Money - Escape The Fate

Paint It Black - Ciara

Paint It Black - Hidden Citizens

Paint It Black - Wednesday Addams

(Paint It Black is my theme song)

Paranoid - Black Sabbath

Paranormal - Alice Cooper

Personal Jesus - Marilyn Manson

Poison - Alice Cooper

Prisoner - Raphael Lake (We all know where this is from, moving on)

Rain - Grandson

Raised By Bats - Voltaire

Repair - Johnnie Guilbert

Revolver - Madonna ft. Lil Wayne (If I was an undercover agent, posing as a stripper, this would be playing while I kill my enemies from the dance poll during a mission in the strip club)

Rock Is Dead - Marilyn Manson

Roots - In This Moment

See Me In The Mirror - Alice Cooper

Sex Metal Barbie - In This Moment

Shameless - Sofia Karlberq

Sleeping With Your Ghost - Johnnie Guilbert ft Shannon Taylor (The first song I ever heard from Johnnie, it's so sweet and sad)

Steven - Alice Cooper

Supermodel - Måneskin

Sweet Child O' Mine - Guns N' Roses

Sweet Dreams - Marilyn Manson

Switchblade - Neverware

Tainted Love - Marilyn Manson

That's The Way I Wanna Rock 'N' Roll - ACDC

The Beginning Of The End - London After Midnight

The Black Widow - Alice Cooper

The Fighter - In This Moment (Holy Hell just go listen to this, Maria's voice is just phenomenal)

The Fight Song - Marilyn Manson

The In Between - In This Moment

The Loneliest -Måneskin

The Summoning - Sleep Token

The Wolf - Siamés

This Is Love - Air Traffic Controller

Thunderstruck - ACDC

To Paint The Angels - Second Salem (can't wait to hear more from them, the singer is amazing)

Umbrella - J2

Vengeance Is Mine - Alice Cooper

Venom Of Venus - Powerwolf

Vent'anni - Måneskin

Venus In Furs - Johnny Depp

Voices - Motionless In White

We Will Rock You - In This Moment

Welcome To My Nightmare - Alice Cooper

Welcome To The Jungle - Guns N' Roses

Werewolf - Motionless In White

What Could Have Been - Sting

Whore - In This Moment

Zitti E Buonni - Måneskin

Zombified - Falling In Reverse

The End. For now.

[bloody-peach]

Click (A Clickolding smut fic)

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Now Playing: Creep by Radiohead, Sweet Dreams are Made of This by Marilyn Manson

Goodie bag: clicking (if you're into that), cuckolding(?), vaginal sex, creampie, gunplay (not used in sex, but the threat is still there), sex work, missionary position, doggy-style, [Let me know if I missed anything!]

A/N: Don't worry, I'm just as ashamed of and disappointed in myself as you are. I just had this idea after watching a few let's plays, so yeah. I just like being told what to do, ok? Btw, this is made with F!Reader in mind.

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The digital clock beeped on the hotel room nightstand, signaling midnight. You sat at the edge of the bed, with the clicker in your hand, waiting for him to enter. 

You were in need of money, so you offered yourself for any work on craigslist. Any job someone needed done, you were willing to do it for a price. You had no luck until you received an email one day. The request was very odd, to say the least: sit in a room with him and click a clicker for as long as he wanted. It seemed weird, but simple enough. He offered $14,000 for the job, so you immediately said yes. Now you weren't sure if you made the right choice or not. 

You heard the door open, along with approaching footsteps. "Hello. Glad you made it. Thank you for taking my request." He handed you the clicker and sat in the chair across from you. You finally had a good look at him and....you were confused. He appeared to be a normal man from the neck down, but he wore a long burlap sack on his head as a mask, his eyes peeking through holes in the sack. He must’ve wanted to be anonymous, you figured. "Now. Start clicking," he commanded, in a deep, husky tone. “Yes, sir,” you responded. And thus the night that would change your life began.

You could hear the clicker sound, click, click, click, click, echoing in the small room. The air is heavy with the tension of the situation. The man seemed to be satisfied with the clicking, as he’s whispering how good it felt to hear the click. The motel room was plain and smelled of stale cigarettes and old dust. You looked at the bed you were sitting on, it was against the far wall, covered in a bright, floral, patterned bedspread. You looked around the rest of the room, the furniture looking old and mismatched. A small TV on a stand was mounted on the wall just above a nicked-up wooden dresser. Suddenly, the man shifted in his seat and pointed to a spot on the floor. “Over there,” he commanded, his voice carrying a hint of frustration. “Stand there and click.” “Yes, sir,” was all you said. You stood up and went over to where he was pointing and continued to click the clicker. “Is this better, sir?” The man’s breathing grew heavier as you clicked the clicker. The sound, once satisfying, seemed to agitate him. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his bag-covered head bobbing up and down. “Faster,” he demanded, his voice rising with urgency. “Yes, sir,” you said as you clicked the clicker faster, the sound ringing in your ears.

The man leaned forward, his eyes bulging more as they strained to watch your hand. The number on the clicker ticks up, nearing 3,000. “Move,” he commanded again, pointing to a spot by the bed. “Yes, sir,” you said as you went to the spot he was pointing to and continued clicking, the number slowly climbing toward 4,000. The man’s eyes darted back and forth between the clicker and you. He seemed more at ease here, the heavy breathing easing slightly as he relaxed in the chair. “How do you feel?” he asked, his voice softer. As you kept clicking, you cleared your throat and said, “A little nervous, honestly... I’ve never done this before, sir.” The man shifted his weight, the springs in the chair creaking with the movement. His breathing picked up again, growing heavier. “You’re doing fine,” he said, his voice strained. “Keep going.” You noticed his hands were trembling slightly, his fingers curled in awkward positions as if they didn’t quite work correctly. The number on the clicker ticked over 5,000. The man’s bulging eyes flickered to it briefly before returning to you. You couldn’t help but blush from his gaze as you continued to click the clicker.

The room was tense, the only sound being your clicking and the man’s heavy breathing. The air was thick with the smell of dust and cigarettes. It felt like an eternity had passed as you clicked the clicker, but eventually, it hit 6,000. The man let out a soft moan, his head bobbing up and down in apparent satisfaction. “Good girl,” he said, his voice thick with lust. You couldn’t help but feel self-conscious, blushing as you looked down at your feet. Your hand was beginning to cramp, but you kept going, determined to please this strange man who had a bag over his head. It was at 8,000 when he spoke again, his voice low and menacing. “You better keep going,” he said, “or I’ll have to do it myself.” A chill ran down your spine as you glanced back to see the man’s trembling hand, his fingers curled in a weak grip. He couldn’t click the clicker; you knew that. But the threat was enough to make your heart race. “Yes, sir,” you said as you continued to click the clicker. “Is there any speed you’d like me to go, sir?” you asked nervously. The man watched you intently, his breathing growing heavy. “Slower,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire. You slowed down the clicking, taking more time between each click. The man’s eyes darted between the clicker and you, his gaze lingering on your chest for a moment. You could feel yourself getting flustered, fighting the urge to cross your arms over your breasts. “Good,” he whispered, his voice filled with lust. “Keep going, nice and slow.” The number on the clicker ticked upwards, and the room is filled with the echoes of the click. The man sat, enjoying the sound and the sight of you clicking the clicker. At 9,000, he cleared his throat. “We’re getting close,” he said, his voice strained. “Don’t stop now, Y/N.” Your eyes widened, realizing he knew your name. You shivered, the air in the room growing colder. You could feel his eyes on you as you continued to click the clicker, the number growing closer to 10,000. As you clicked, you asked, “If..I may ask...what happens when we reach 10,000, sir?” The man’s breathing grew heavier as you approached 10,000. He leaned forward, his bag-covered head bobbing up and down. “You’ll see,” he said, his voice low and menacing.

The clicker reached 10,000 with a final, decisive click. The man let out a groan, his head lolling back. “Keep it right there,” he whispered, his voice filled with desperation. You stood there, the clicker in your hand, unsure of what to do next. The man remained still for a moment, his breathing heavy. Then, he slowly sat up, his bag-covered head staring you down. He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a gun. Your heart raced as he pointed it at you, his hand trembling. “I’m going to give you a choice, Y/N,” he said, his voice cold. “You can either stay here with me, clicking the clicker all day long, or...” He left that sentence unfinished, the situation clearly showing the second option. You felt a rush of fear go through you, you had to think of something to say. “I..I have nowhere to be, sir. If you want me to keep clicking, I don’t mind. I’m here to please you, sir.” The man considered your response, the gun wavering slightly. “Good girl,” he said, his voice low and menacing. He lowered the gun, tucking it back into his coat pocket. “Let’s start again, then. Let’s see how many times you can click to 10,000 before I get bored.” You let out a sigh of relief. “Yes, sir.” You clicked the clicker, resetting the counter to 0 and starting the process again.

The man watched you intently, his eyes never leaving your hand. You couldn’t help but feel a bit dazed, your mind racing with what just happened, but the threat of the gun was enough to keep you clicking. The minutes turned into hours as you clicked the clicker, the man sitting in his chair, enjoying the sound of the click intermixed with the heavy breathing and the occasional moan of satisfaction. You could feel your hand cramping, but you didn’t dare stop; you knew the consequences. As the day turned to night, you sat on the bed in front of the man, your hand aching. You’ve clicked the counter to 10,000 about 2 times now, but the man showed no signs of leaving, content with this bizarre form of entertainment. “Um..excuse me, sir. My hand is getting really sore.. Do you mind if I switch hands? I’ll still keep clicking,” you asked. The man barely flinched at your request, his eyes never leaving your hand. “Go ahead,” he said, hsi voice thick with apathy. “Thank you, sir,” you responded.

You switched hands, the feel of the clicker different in your new grip. The man continued to watch, his heavy breathing and occasional moans filling the room. The air was thick with tension, the one window covered in thick, dirty curtains. You clicked the clicker, listening to the repetitive sound. You’ve lost track of time, the only hint of the passage of minutes being the change in the light filtering through the curtains. The man remained completely still, his bag-covered head bobbing up and down. As you clicked, you couldn’t help but think about your situation. You were stuck there, seemingly hostage, clicking a clicker for a complete stranger. It’s degrading, and yet, the man seemed to have a hold over you. You didn’t know how long it would last, but you knew that until he got bored or decided to leave, you’d be trapped in this motel room, clicking that infernal device. For now, you focused on the sound, the repetition becoming almost hypnotic. Click, click, click. The room was your prison, and yet, in a twisted, masochistic way, it was also your sanctuary.

“So...if I can ask...what made you into this, sir?” you asked, figuring you’d fill the stale air with conversation to pass the time. The man’s breathing hitched slightly as you spoke, and for a moment, you wondered if your question had upset him. “An...accident,” he finally said, his voice filled with sadness. “I used to be just like you, Y/N. But one day, everything changed. I’m a broken man now, a shadow of my former self. This...this is the only pleasure I have left.” You felt a pang of sympathy for the man, saddened by his past. At that moment, you somewhat strangely felt glad that you could help this man forget about his pain for at least a while. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m happy that I can give you this pleasure, sir. I just hope I’m satisfying you enough.” The man’s breathing grew heavier as you spoke, a moan escaping his lips. “You’re doing just fine, Y/N,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. He shifted in his chair, the springs creaking under his weight. You could see his hand trembling, his fingers curling inwards. He seemed to be fighting some kind of internal battle, his head moving up and down as if he was trying to reconcile his past with his present. You continued clicking, the sound becoming almost soothing in its repetition. The room was dark, the only light coming from a small lamp in the corner. You could see the man’s bag-covered head, the shadows playing across the fabric.

As the minutes ticked by, you found yourself wondering about the man’s past, his accident. You couldn’t imagine what it must be like to be in his position, to have lost so much. And yet, he seemed to have found solace in your presence, in the sound of the clicker. As you continued clicking, you spoke, “If talking more about your accident will help you feel better, you can. I don’t mind, sir. I’m also here to listen, sir.” The man’s hand trembled for a moment, the bag-covered head tilting to the side. “It was... a chemical spill at the factory where I worked,” he said slowly, his voice dripping with pain. “The chemicals burned through my skin, my flesh. I wasn’t recognized for days. When they finally pulled the sheet off my face, my wife couldn’t take it. She left me, as did everyone else in my life. I was alone, left to rot.” He let out a soft, pained moan, his head bowing. “But when I heard the clicker, I felt something. I felt... alive. And you, Y/N, you’ve brought that feeling back, even if only for a little while.” You couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness as he spoke, your heart aching for the man. You continued to click the clicker, the sound echoing in the room as you listened to his story, your role in providing him relief making you feel both miserable and comforted.

“If..if there is anything else you’d like me to do while I’m clicking, sir, I can do it. I don’t mind at all,” you said. The man seemed to consider your offer for a moment, his head still bowed. “Just keep clicking, Y/N,” he said, his voice strained. He shifted in his chair, the springs creaking a bit from his movement. “But, if you don’t mind, I’d like for you to stand in front of me on your tiptoes while you do it. The sound is somewhat more pleasing when you do.” You nodded, understanding his request. You stood on your tiptoes, the clicker in your hand. The sound was different, more high-pitched, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it truly was more pleasing to the man. The sun started to set, the sunset streaming through the dirty curtains, casting long shadows across the room. The man’s breathing remained steady, his bag-covered head barely moving. You wondered if he was asleep or just lost in his thoughts.

It was at that moment when he suddenly grabbed you and pulled you into his lap, facing him, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close as you were clicking. You blushed from the sudden invasion of personal space, “Um...sir..?” The man’s arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you close. You could feel his breath on your neck, his body trembling slightly. “Just keep clicking, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice filled with desperation. You were trapped in his embrace, your body pressed against his. You could feel his heart racing, his breathing growing heavier. The clicker was between you, the sound echoing in the room. His hand moved, sliding over your body, caressing your curves. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filled with desire. “I’ve never had someone so willing to please me for a long time.” You shivered at his touch, your mind racing with the implications of his actions. You were completely at his mercy, unable to move, forced to continue clicking the clicker as he held you close.

His hand slid lower, his fingers grazing over your thighs. “Keep clicking,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust. “Don’t stop now, Y/N.” You continued to click, your hand moving in a blur, the sound growing faster, more urgent. The man’s breathing grew heavier, his body trembling with excitement. As you clicked, you could feel his erection growing hard, pressing against you. You blushed red as you clicked faster. He grabbed your hips and quickly pulled you down onto his lap, his erection rubbing against your groin, accidentally causing a soft moan to escape your lips. The man let out a groan, his body arching upwards as he heard your moan. His erection pressed harder against you, his hand squeezing your hips tighter. “Y/N,” he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. “I want you to feel it, too.” He shifted you slightly, his hand reaching down to unbutton your pants. Your heart raced as he pushed your pants and underwear down your legs, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice thick with lust. You obeyed and spread your legs, still clicking the clicker. You watched as he undid his pants and pulled out his cock, your heart racing at the sight. It’s hard and thick, the tip glistening with anticipation. “Keep clicking,” he commanded, his voice dripping with lust.

He reached down, spreading your legs wider, exposing your wet, throbbing pussy. You clicked faster, the sound growing louder and more urgent. He lined his cock up with your entrance, the head pressing against your wet folds. With a swift movement, he pulled your hips down, burying himself deep inside you. You let out a cry, the sensation overwhelming. He groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he started to move, his cock sliding in and out of your tight, wet hole. “Fuck,” he grunted, his thrusts growing harder and faster. “You’re so tight, Y/N. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t click anymore.” You continued to click, the sound becoming a part of the symphony of sex in the room. The man’s groans and moans mixed with your cries of pleasure, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. “Ahh..ohh..sir..i..it’s so good..” The man’s thrusts grew harder, his hips slamming against yours as he buried himself deep inside you. “That’s it, Y/N,” he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. “Keep clicking, keep making that sound.” You clicked faster, the sound mixing with your moans and cries of pleasure. The man’s cock is relentless, his thickness stretching you, filling you up completely. His hand reached up, pulling your shirt and bra up and grabbing your breast, squeezing it roughly. He pinched your nipple, twisting it slightly, sending jolts of pain and pleasure through your body.

As you clicked, he then stood, lifting you off of his lap and pushing you onto the bed. You landed on your hands and feet, your ass in the air, offering yourself to him. He quickly took you up on the offer, grabbing your hips tightly as he thrusted back into you. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hips slamming against yours. “Keep clicking, Y/N. I need to hear that sound.” You did as told, clicking faster, your body moving with his, your moans mingling with the sound of the clicker. The man’s thrusts are merciless, his cock stretching you to the point of pleasure and pain. His hands gripped your hips tightly, leaving red imprints on your skin as he fucked you relentlessly. The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the clicker, and your cries of pleasure. You were lost in the moment, your mind a haze of sensation as you were fucked into this dirty motel bed. The man’s breathing grew heavier, his thrusts more urgent. You could feel him growing close, the tension building between you, the room filled with sweat, sex, and the ever-present click of the clicker.

“A..Am I doing good, sir..? Is my clicking satisfying you, sir..?” you were able to utter out. The man grunted, slamming into you harder. “Yes, Y/N, your clicking is perfect,” he growled, his voice strained with pleasure. “I love the sound, it’s driving me wild.” His hands gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your flesh as he fucked you harder, faster. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, his breathing growing heavier, more erratic. “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he groaned, slamming into you one final time. He buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his hot, thick cum. You continued to click, the sound mixing with his moans of pleasure, your own body trembling with the force of your orgasm. You were filled to the brim with his seed, your pussy clenched tightly around his cock as you milked him for every last drop. He stayed inside you for a moment, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “That was...incredible,” he panted. “You’ve pleased me greatly, Y/N.” You collapsed onto the bed, your body spent, your mind a haze of pleasure. You weren’t sure how long you’d have to keep clicking, but you knew that as long as you did, you’ll have pleased him, and that’s enough for now. As you were trying to catch your breath, you looked at him. “D..Did you..want me...to keep clicking, sir?” The man’s head bobbed, the bag still concealing his expression. “Yes, continue, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice filled with satisfaction. “My pleasure is your reward.” You nodded, understanding his command. Your body was still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure as you took the clicker in your hand and began to click once more, the sound echoing in the room as you both lay there, covered in sweat, exhausted, yet fulfilled. The motel room was your prison, yet it was also your refuge, a place where you had found a perverse form of intimacy, where your body and your mind had been used to bring a man who's lost virtually everything a semblance of pleasure.

Dusk soon turned to night, the moonlight shining through the curtains. As you continued clicking, you wondered what the future held, where this twisted dance of pleasure and pain would lead. You felt him stir inside you, his softening cock slowly hardening once more. He whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Keep clicking, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice filled with desire. “I’m going to fuck you all over again.” He started to thrust, his cock slowly sliding in and out of your pussy. You moaned softly, your body still sensitive from the previous round. The sound of the clicker and your moans filled the room once more, a symphony of pleasure and depravity. The man’s thrusts grew harder and urgent. He flipped you over, pushing you onto your back. He spread your legs, his cock pressing against your wet, aching entrance. “Look at me, Y/N,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust. “I want to see the pleasure on your face as I fuck you.” You looked up at him, your eyes meeting the eyes of the bag. You clicked faster, the sound becoming more urgent and needy. The man’s thrusts grew harder, faster, his cock burying itself deep inside you. The room is filled once again with your moans, the clicker, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. The man’s body is a blur of motion, his hips slamming against yours as he fucked you mercilessly, your body writhing beneath him in ecstasy. It was clear that you had become a slave to his desires, a willing participant in his twisted game.

“Ahh..ohh..fuck...” you moaned out. The man growled at your moans, his hands grabbing your breasts roughly. He twisted your nipples, sending jolts of pain and pleasure, coursing through your body. “Keep clicking, Y/N,” he commanded, his voice dripping with pleasure. You did as told, clicking as your body moved with his, the sound of the clicker mingling with your cries of pleasure. “Cum for me, Y/N,” he growled, his hips slamming against yours. “Cum while you click.” Your body trembled, the edge of your orgasm growing close. You clicked faster, your moans growing louder, more desperate. The man’s thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing heavy, his body tense. “I’m going to cum,” he grunted, his cock pulsing inside you. He filled you with his thick seed once more, his hips still moving, milking every last drop. Your orgasm crashed over you, your pussy clenching tightly around his cock, your body shaking with the force of it. The clicker clicked faster and more frantic, its sound a testament to your pleasure. He remained inside you, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “That was incredible, Y/N,” he panted, slowly pulling out of you. “You’ve exceeded my wildest dreams.”

You collapse onto the bed, your body spent, your mind in a daze. You looked at the clicker and noticed that you were at 0. It seemed the man knew that too, since you heard him move. But then you heard the sound of the gun. You looked at him and you saw that he had the gun out and..pointed at his head, his body shaking violently as his finger looped around the trigger, trembling. “Thank you...” he said. You quickly reached for the gun.

BANG!

[jasondeansgothwife]

anyone wanna rp marilyn manson (band members, not marilyn manson himself) and/or nine inch nails? :3 been a long time since i’ve done that. no smut but like non-explicit sex/sex being mentioned is good!!! comment on this post and i’ll message you.