Marilyn Manson One Shots❤🖤

One night with the🔥

I had been sexually attracted for a long time. Actually, I was so morbid that when I saw a picture of him or heard a song I shuddered whole. But, of course, it seemed completely unattainable. And why would not he think? He was Marilyn Manson, and I was just a crazy fan for throwing it at me. I have always loved bad guys, hard guys, something cruel. And he embodied my kind of man perfectly. I did not care if my friends said it was disgusting, satanic, twisted, macabre, I only managed to get a lot more excited. In class I imagined his thorax, full of cuts (slits in the concerts), his lips painted black, his skin white, his eyes, a soft blue and a deep brown and made me dizzy with excitement. But it never happened to be a fantasy.

That's why, when my friends (a mixture of heavys and punks) asked me to go to the Kiss concert, I did not think much about it. It's not that I did not like the group, but I was staying at home on a Friday night. So there we stand.

My friends immediately went dancing, and I, bored, I leaned on a column, looking at the staff. A voice in my ear startled me.

- Did you know that here you do not hit? - It was true. I was not heavy, nor punk, nor anything like that. I liked to dress well and get ready. That night I was wearing a tight gray leather dress, short and low-cut, with tall black boots, without too much heel.

For the occasion I had borrowed a necklace of small silver spikes, which I wore proudly on my neck. I turned, finding myself with a white face that looked at me, devouring me with my eyes.

- Who are you? - His face sounded vaguely, but I did not know what. The boy looked at me. His arm slid down my narrow waist.

 - I'm Twiggy.- What kind of name was that? I laughed and he realized. - What makes you so funny? - I was thoughtful.

 - You call yourself like one of Marilyn Manson. - I commented in his ear. I saw Twiggy lower his head; now he laughed.

 - And who do you think I am? - I almost dropped my beer. With wide eyes, I watched him

carefully. And I had no doubt. It was Twiggy, one of the members of the group. An electric impulse ran down my back. Was he there? - I already said you sounded a lot to me.- I took a sip of my drink. I noticed his look on my neckline.- I love you

songs ... and you.- Twiggy smiled. - - Seriously?

There are few girls who are our followers ...

  - It's not true. - I replied.

 - I mean pretty girls. - He complimented me. I managed not to blush. For something they tell me I'm a tough girl, right? I looked around, looking for Marilyn.

I wanted it. It's not that I did not like Twiggy; his company was nice. But I loved him. Only Marilyn Manson.

 - I'm going to find something to drink.-

I nodded. Twiggy walked away, her hair rippling.

My hands were shaking. In a pair

of minutes, Twiggy returned.- Let's go to a quieter place. I would like to introduce you to someone.

We walk through crazed people to the rhythm of Kiss. Twiggy took me to a kind of dark booth. Would Twiggy try something with me there?

- Are not you afraid? - He asked, with a hand on my shoulder.

I was very calm. If he did not get Marilyn, Twiggy was not a bad match.

 - Never.- I answered, sure of myself. I looked at the sofas and realized that there

There was someone The shadow rose and I could see that it was very tall. His black hair and straight. My heart began to gallop.

 - Marilyn, this is the girl I told you about. - Twiggy turned around. I looked at him, expectantly.