Marilyn Manson x Male Reader Oneshots
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It just... happened? (boyxboy)
Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it! And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks. I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High. I am so unbelievably fucked. ----- 17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it. That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead. *WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!! Started: January 21st 2020Complete
Parallel (Vexxieverse Series - Part 1)
OT5 poly AU. They navigate through Hollywood, life, sex, kink, and jealousy but never without abundant love. BDSM comfort fic. This is a story about the Happily Ever After, not the journey to start it <3 Also published on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/45380842/chapters/114177769 Trigger Warnings - We hit some turbulence and there's a chapter dealing with self harm (not cutting) and panic attacks, so skip chapter 18 if needed. They are not caused from sex, kink, or any OT5 relationships. Life stuff. Also, LOTS of blood, most of it is fake. This fic has prop guns, knives, and fangs as a part of the show filming. Last, there is heavy bondage in this series. If that make you uncomfortable, this might not be for you. Also please don't nitpick the technical film making things, that's not what we are here for and I did my best ha.Complete
Alone no more(chucky/child's play x Depressed!Male!Reader)
HE/HIM ⚠️⚠️TRIGER WARNING FOR MOST CHAPTERS⚠️⚠️ Some kids are lucky to have families that love them or friends to talk to but there are some that aren't to lucky.(Y/n) (L/n),Was one of those unlucky people.Having no friends wasn't so bad after you got use to it but abused by family didn't help the boy. Moving to his own place made things somewhat easier since he didn't have them to worry about but what happens when he finds a murderous doll? (Chucky x depressed!male!reader) !Completed book!Complete
Rip and Tear (Into my A**):(Doomguy X reader)
You're just an intern, one underpaid and overworked as any other. But you're also going to get into that mans fabulously crafted pants if it is the last thing you do. TW: Violence, graphic sexual content, injury during sex Also posted on AO3Complete
Jason Voorhees X Reader (16+)
"I understand you think you love him, but he is a serial killer, (Y/n)." The doctor said. You glared at him, hate filling your heart. Jason is a serial killer yes but he would spare those you asked him to. The ones who would abuse drugs and hurt others would not get a mercy plea. Instead they are in the hands of Jason's wrath. "So you think I don't really love him?" You snarl, trying not to move. The bullet wound hurt you when you acted up. The doctor looked at the nurse with a 'wtf' face. "Stockholm syndrome?" You piped up, doubting it. They both slowly nodded. "You're wrong. I love Jason Voorhees. And I will get back to him." You say softly. DISCLAIMERS: This has some sexual shit and cursing and of course some gore. I update almost everyday unless I'm working on voice acting (Yes I voice act) and yeah so I suggest you being 16+ but considering people don't listen I know kids younger are gonna read on. Also i dont own the cover i found it on google the artist who made that is super talented! Okay enjoy the book.Complete
Marvel oneshots
Marvel oneshots and imagines FANFICTION FANIC FANFICTION Smut, fluff, angst, canon, ship, also OPEN TO REQUESTS AND IDEASSSSS Pls read this. Editing grammar stuff rn but its probably not perfect anyways. I'm trying my best alr. Enjoyyyy!!!!
One Shots
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Broken Pieces... (18+)
ｗａｒｎｉｎｇ | The following story contains vulgar language and sexual scenes that might be offensive to some readers. So don't go complaining in the comment section because you've been warned... • • • Being 17 is hard. It's even harder when you're basically taking care of your mother who's a drug addict and young brother. It's also hard dealing with the murder of your father and the lost friendship it caused. It's hard being alone, and even harder knowing you've caused it yourself. Maria is living this hard life, with built up anger, and resentment towards her mother and the murder. She is sent to the new counselor to "help" her with moving on from her past. But is this new counselor just a bandage covering Maria's true problems, or is he what she needs to fix it all? • • • My nails dig into his shoulders, those gray eyes beaming through me as I loudly moan his name, Mr. Wolfe. He places his free hand over my mouth, muffling my lust filled moans. "Call me Nate." He whispers. Nate pulls out his fingers and takes a couple steps back, looking over my burning body, craving just his touch. "Come over tonight." He tucks another card in my bra, then softly kisses my forehead as he walks out of his office. "See you tonight around 5, Miss. Moore." // chapter two • • • This is my first Wattpad story so I hope you enjoy it my lovelies! -AveryLeāComplete
Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it! And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks. I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High. I am so unbelievably fucked. ----- 17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it. That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead. *WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!! Started: January 21st 2020
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