batcvntry

[batcvntry]

[i don't feel bad]

relationship [Carlos O'Connell x FTM!Reader]

ratings [18+; minors dni]

word count [757]

warnings [Drabble; Gay sex; Kinda sorta sweet; Sneaking Around/Secret Relationship; Unprotected Sex]

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

‘I feel alive’

You push Carlos down on the small couch in the dressing room, your brother, Grian’s voice seeps through the wall as he practices their new song in the empty venue. Clothes are shed and softly thud to the floor as you grind down on Carlos’s hardening cock. It’s been hard enough to even date with Grian as your big brother but there is something so different about Carlos. Something that made you disregard Grian’s ‘the boys are off limits’ speech, something that has you sneaking around backstage just to fuck the guitarist.

He guides your hips as you sink down on his length, your breath catching in your throat at how smoothly he bottoms out inside of you, as if your body remembers his and is accommodating the familiarness of your lover. Carlos’s eyes sparkle with desire and a gimmer of what can only be placed as affection. Your hands find their home on his chest, your hips rocking against his in such a perfect way that his heavy cock drags along your g-spot with every movement. 

‘If it matters, you complete me’

Your soft moans echo around the dressing room, low enough that the music covers them perfectly to everyone except the man under you. Carlos rubs gentle circles on your breasts with calloused thumbs, letting you set the pace as he captures your lips in a rather loving kiss. You bounce your hips a little faster, nails digging into his soft yet muscular chest. 

“I love you.” You whisper against his lips, not expecting him to say it back. Just getting so lost in the moment of pleasure and the sweet lyrics that seep through the walls, having to confess what you truly feel for Carlos even if he is supposed to be off limits. Carlos growls against your lips, thrusting his hips up in response to your words. His calloused yet gentle fingers tease your nipples as he breathes out, 

“Love ya, too.” 

‘I feel alive’ 

His words echo in your head as you kiss him feverishly. He grabs your hips possessively, fucking up into your cunt as he kisses back. You cup his face as you let him fuck you from the bottom, smiling against his lips. Carlos rubs your hips lovingly, nipping at your lip as he feels your cunt clench around his cock. A loud whine gets trapped behind his lips until he pulls away, grinning at your slyly. 

“Better tell me how much you love me when you cum, pretty boy.” He teases softly, making your cheeks burning in embarrassment and arousal. Nonetheless you nod, gasping as his cock hits a particularly deep spot in your cunt. 

Carlos grins, holding your hips a little tighter as he thrusts skillfully enough to hit that spot everytime. Your eyes roll back slightly as your nails drag down his chest, not that either of you care. He presses gentle kisses against every part of your skin that he can reach, his cock throbbing inside your cunt. You try your best to hold yourself up even if the pleasure is too much, managing to capture Carlos’s lips in a gentle kiss. 

“Only if you do the same.” You tease softly, whispering against his lips once more.

‘As long as I’ve known, as long as I’ve known’

Carlos chuckles softly at your tease but agrees nonetheless. He kisses your lips quickly, focused on getting you to cum first. You squeal softly, mindlessly rocking against Carlos’s hips at the same pace. You kiss down his neck, gently marking him in places that his shirts can hide. It only takes mere minutes for you to cum hard on his cock, practically collapsing on his chest as your body lightly trembles. He continues thrusting, working through your orgasm and towards his own. He holds you close, gently stroking your hair with one hand as his thrusts become erratic. 

He kisses you deeply as he cums, groaning against your soft lips, filling you completely. He slows his hips and you start rocking your own back, wanting to help him ride through his release. You pull away from his lips just enough so both of you can pant, pressing gentle kisses against his jaw and neck. After a few minutes he still his hips, forcing yours to still as well. Carlos chuckles softly as he buries his face in your hair, mumbling against it that he’ll clean you up in a minute. Both of you bathing in the afterglow of yet another secret meetup. 

‘I feel alive’

[batcvntry]

new and improved

I've decided it's time for a new introduction cause fuck you it's my acc.

the name you can call me [reaper] pronouns/gender [transman; he/it] age [21] ao3 [dxckfarmdunn]

other tidbits and information [I mostly write mlm x reader fics, please do not request an x female reader fic, more likely than not I will just delete your request. I write whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want. Not that anyone has but if I do get requests it may take a little while for me to post them. I am a multifandom account as you can tell. Please be mindful of the ratings and warnings I put on fics, I put them there for a reason. Lastly if you have a problem with anything I write kindly fuck off to a different blog, I am not forcing anyone to read my work and if you don't like something you read after reading the warnings that is on you, not me]

And if you know who I am irl and you call me my irl name on this blog I will block you, no exceptions. [one exception is the loml]

[batcvntry]

[the darkness at the heart of my love]

relationship [Stack X FTM!Reader]

ratings [18+; minors dni]

word count [1,356]

warnings [Spoilers {but not really, just putting this in case}; Vampire bites + turning; Gay sex; Spit; Unprotected Sex; I think that's it but i apologize if I miss anything]

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

You push through the dance floor, hot bodies all around you but you only care about finding one. Stack. Finally you break free from the dance floor and wander up to the bar, waiting for Grace to finish with another patron. After she is done she comes over to you, a friendly smile on her face.

“What’ll it be this time?”

“Give me one of those Irish beers please.” You smile back at her before dropping your voice, “You seen Stack around? It’s been 30 minutes and I can't find him anywhere.” You only keep your voice down so other patrons don’t get worried about one of the twins going missing. Grace pulls out a chilled beer and takes the top off for me,

“Last time I seen him was when he went up to talk to Smoke, about ten minutes ago.” She points to the small second floor of the old sawmill. You take a sip of your beer and slap a five dollar bill on the bar, smiling and thanking her, walking away before she can tell you that five dollars is too much for one beer. You start making your way through the crowd again to get to the stairs, but before you can get to them someone pulls you into the storage room. 

You turn around to tell the person off when you are met with the familiar dazzling smirk of Stack, he takes your beer and places it on one of the wooden stock shelves in the room. He doesn’t give any time to question him before pinning you against the wall, his breath hot on your neck. You whine softly under your breath, so softly he would have missed it if not for his new (and hidden) vampire instincts. His strong hands run down your sides as he kisses your neck, gently whispering between each kiss.

“Been so long since we’ve been like this.. Let me make it up to you.” His voice is low and full of hunger. On instinct you tilt your neck to the side causing his eyes to shine with an unnatural glow, your hands work at getting his three piece suit off. 

“Where’s all this comin’ from? I’ve been chasing after you since you got back home and you’ve been pushing me away.” You ask despite submitting your body to your old lover. He grins against your neck, pulling away slightly.

“You complaining now?” You quickly shake your head, your cheeks turning light red at his words. “That’s what I thought, baby. I let that tight little pussy get away once and I ain’t gonna let it again.” 

You grab the collar of his pristine white button up and pull him into a desperate kiss, letting him gently lower you to the floor. He crawls on top of you, pushing his knee between your thighs, right against your clothed cunt. A small gasp falls from your lips as he tears your shirt open, his eyes darkening with hunger at the sight of your unbinded tits. His calloused golden brown hands run up your comparably pale skin, cupping your chest as he leans down and kisses you again. Though it’s been seven years since he last touched you, he still remembers all of the ways to make you squirm, like circling the edges of your areolas, causing your nipples to turn into stiff peaks. Your whimper gets trapped between his lips as he slips his tongue into your mouth, something about him tastes different.. Tastes better.

He pulls away, drool dripping down his chin. You can’t help but grind against his knee, finally getting his button up undone. When you notice the drool you gently reach up and wipe it away, your pupils completely blown out with lust.

“Baby, you’re drooling.” You say softly, noticing a sinister glint in Stack’s eyes. He grins, leaning over you.

“You want some?” His voice is low and husky, his chain and dog tags hanging over your face. You nod dumbly, blushing deep red, squeaking out a soft ‘yea’. Stack smirks at you, gripping your jaw with enough force to open your mouth. He looks deep in your eyes as he slowly spits in your mouth, you eagerly swallow all of it. Meanwhile your hands work to get his pants undone, you whine under your breath as your fingers ghost over his hardness. 

He pulls your pants and boxers off in one fluid movement, hastily throwing your legs over his shoulders. His eyes are fixated on your soaking wet cunt, he guides his cock to your entrance, pushing in without hesitation. You let out an unintentionally loud moan that echoes around the small room, Stack’s lips curl into that damned smirk that you tried to get out of your head for seven years. You wrap your arms around his neck, gently pulling him closer for another kiss as he starts thrusting. 

Seven years has been far too long in your opinion, sure you had tried to find other lovers a few years after Stack left but no one compared to him. His hands gently knead your breasts, his lips leaving yours to trail down your neck. Soft moans and whimpers leak through the walls, not that anyone outside the storage room would be able to tell with all the music that’s playing. He groans lowly in your ear,

“Seven years was worth the wait… Now we got eternity ahead of us.” Before you can question what he means Stack grabs your tits roughly, slamming his hips into yours. Your body gently moves with each of his thrusts, your cunt clenching around his heavy cock as you get closer to a much needed orgasm. He grins against your neck, knowing he’s moments away from what he really wants. “That’s it baby, come for me. Come and I’ll make you mine forever.”

Your mind is too clouded with pleasure to question what he means but your body follows his directions, your back arches off of the floor as Stack’s name comes off of your lips like a prayer. You come hard on his cock, slick leaking onto the floor from how intense your orgasm is. Stack keeps thrusting through it, his fingers tweaking your nipples to help you ride through your release. He gives a few more hard thrusts before coming deep in your cunt, he pants against your neck. But before you can recover from what just happened he whispers,

“Sorry, love.. I promise it will be worth it in a minute.” He doesn’t give you time to answer before sinking his once hidden fangs into your jugular vein, his big hand covers your mouth to muffle your screams. His cock still buried deep in your cunt as he tears a chunk of flesh away, tears brim in your eyes as you feel life fading from your body. He pulls away from your neck, gently stroking the hair out of your face. “Shh, shh, shh. You’ll be back in a little bit, I promise.” 

Stack stays deep inside of you as the light fades from your eyes, gently holding your limp head close to his chest as your blood drips from your chin onto his chest. He hums ‘This little light of mine’ as he strokes your hair, knowing it will only be a few more minutes before you wake up. Despite the rough nature of Remmick and how controlling he is, Stack is oddly gentle for a vampire.

Just like he told you after about 10 minutes you groan against his chest, gently reaching for your neck but he stops you. Stack gently puts your head down on a large bag of cornmeal, smiling softly down at you.

“Careful now love, you don’t want to touch that.” He leans down and gently kisses your forehead, not bothering to hide his vampiric state now that he’s turned you. You grin up at him, your once warm brown eyes now hazy and gray. You pull him down into a proper kiss, gently grinding down on his cock which is still nestled in your tight cunt.

“How bout a proper welcome back, soldier?”

[batcvntry]

anthony bowens x ftm!reader {silver and cold [oh my beautful one]}

ratings {general audience}

relationship {anthony bowens x trans male reader}

word count {1,935}

warnings {fluff; menstruation [nothing in detail or gross]; comfort}

vengeance's corner {essentially i saw anthony at dynasty & got my period today on the train home and i decided i deserved to right a comfort fic just for me. also i think i'm just gonna use this as my fic acc cause the one i was using i don't use for fics anymore}

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

The gray sky looms over you and your boyfriend’s shared apartment, making you feel even more down than you already do. You’re curled up on the windowsill, your knees brought tightly up to your chest as your chin rests on your knees. Watching the traffic beep along hundreds of feet below you on the streets of Los Angeles, you let out a heavy sigh. You know that you shouldn’t feel upset, Anthony is home and you’re going to have him to yourself for the first time in a while but something feels off�� With you. And it’s not like Anthony hasn’t noticed. 

Which is why he watches from the doorway of your bedroom, his eyes filled with worry as he studies you. You’re wearing one of his old shirts, a really baggy superman shirt that covers your hips and properly hides your chest without you having to bind, and a pair of baggy sweatpants. He knows you well enough to know you’re feeling dysphoric even if you don’t realize it yet. Anthony lets out a small sigh, making his way over to you. 

You let out a small squeak as Anthony puts his hands on your shoulders, making you look up at your lover. His eyes are soft, it’s obvious that he’s concerned for you. Anthony leans down and presses a soft kiss against your forehead, his large hands start to work at your shoulders, gently massaging the tense tissue and muscle. 

“You’re tense, love.” His voice is barely above a whisper, not wanting to break the soft atmosphere of the morning. You visibly relax a little at the sound of Anthony’s voice, the comforting sound makes you lean into his hands. Your eyes flutter closed as his slim fingers work the knot out of your shoulder blades, a small sigh of relief slipping from your lips. 

“Thank you, Ant.” You whisper back. Anthony’s lips twitch into a small smile at the nickname, you’re the only one that called him ‘Ant’ so it makes it all the more special to him. He kisses your temple, telling you that it’s not a problem. 

A soft silence falls over the apartment again, not that either of you minded. You lean against Anthony, your back resting against his body. He leans down just enough to wrap his toned arms around your waist, making sure not to touch you anywhere that would make you too dysphoric, which is why he didn’t slide his hands down your sides like he usually does. He rests his head on your shoulder, gently kissing your jaw. You rest your hands on his arms, taking a moment to soak in the alone time with your boyfriend. 

“How about I make us some breakfast and coffee and you can tell me what’s bothering that pretty head of yours?” His voice is a soothing rumble, your lips twitch into a soft smile as you nod. Anthony easily lifts you off of the windowsill and sets you down, keeping his arms around your waist as he kisses your jaw again. Your smile only grows as his beard gently scratches your skin, you lean further into his arms, not wanting to pull away from the kisses yet. 

Anthony smiles, enjoying that you’re slowly returning to your normal self, that your mind is getting taken away from the dysphoria. He waddles you over to the kitchen island and sits you down on one of the stools, kissing your cheek before going to the other side of the island so he can start cooking. You watch as he pulls on an apron and starts the coffee pot, your heart fluttering at how lucky you are to have a partner as caring and as sweet as Anthony. 

It doesn’t take long for the mouth watering aromas of pancakes and bacon to fill the apartment, the subtle smell of coffee lingering in your nose. Anthony makes your coffee and passes it to you, making you smile at him. A small whine passes your lips as you take your first sip, Anthony made your coffee perfect, just like he usually does. He smiles to himself as he starts plating breakfast, making sure to grab maple syrup before joining you at the island. Much to your disappointment he takes the apron off, which was doing a great job of showing off his muscles but also his waist. 

You can’t help but feel a bit envious of Anthony, I mean he is the definition of a man. He’s like a Greek statue come to life, his muscles are just the right size, he’s not too tall and not too slim, he’s perfect in every way. Perfect exactly how a man should be. But you push those thoughts to the side as you start eating, taking your first few bites in silence. It’s clear that Anthony is trying to leave the floor open, to give you the space to talk about what’s bothering you without forcing it out of you. After a few minutes you speak up,

“I… I got my cycle in the middle of the night… I caught it before I bled into the sheets but I’ve been up since then.” Your voice is soft, almost sad. Anthony’s eyes soften even more, he knows how much your period affects you, how you try to tough it out and act like nothing is wrong but inside you’re screaming for help. He nods softly, taking a sip of coffee.

“What time was that?” He asks, now concerned about your sleep as well. You shrug softly, 

“Like 4:30, 5ish. Somewhere around there.” He lets out a small sigh, hating that he didn’t realize that you were awake sooner. You reach out a gently squeeze his free hand, “Ant, it’s okay. You need rest too, I can handle working off of a few hours of sleep for one day.” 

“I know. I still don’t like it, if I had known that you had started your cycle, I would’ve been up.” He squeezes your hand back. 

“I know you would have, baby. I just couldn’t bring myself to wake you up, you looked so peaceful.” You admit softly, your eyes shining with a glint of guilt. Anthony shakes his head softly, 

“Don’t worry about it, I’m up now and that’s what matters.” Anthony gently squeezes your hand again, as if to say that he’s not going anywhere now. His eyes roam your body again, landing on your baggy clothes. He can’t imagine what you may be feeling but he knows what may help. “Why don’t we go grab one of my hoodies and your hot water bottle? Then we can spend the whole day watching Traitors and order food tonight.” 

Your face breaks out in a bright smile, your envious dysphoria thoughts getting pushed to the back of your mind for the time being. Anthony knows you perhaps too well, maybe more than you even know yourself. You nod softly, putting the dishes in the sink and waiting for him. As soon as Anthony walks up next to you, you intertwine your fingers and stand on your tiptoes, kissing his cheek softly. Anthony’s face lights up with a smile to rival yours, he pulls you into his side and leads you to your shared bedroom. 

He gives you one of his acclaimed hoodies, one that he got a few sizes too big with the purpose of you to be able to steal it as one of your comfort items. You go into the corner, away from either of the mirrors in your bedroom, slipping off your shirt with closed eyes and slipping on the hoodie. You reopen your eyes to adjust the hem of the hoodie so it’s over your hips and ass, feeling a bit better now that your body is even more hidden. Anthony can sense your relief as you put the hoodie on, he smiles to himself as he goes to your bedside table and gets your hot water bottle from the drawer. He doesn’t even question that you went into the corner to change, letting you do what it takes to make yourself comfortable during your most uncomfortable time of the month.

Before you can think he picks you up bridal style, bringing you back out into the living room. You blush softly as you hold onto him, never getting over how easy it is for him to carry you around. He carries you to the couch and kisses your forehead before going to get the hot water bottle ready. You settle into the couch as you pull up Traitors to watch, feeling lucky that you have a partner as kind and caring as Anthony. 

He returns to your side a few minutes later, the hot water bottle in his hands, along with chips, sour patch kids, peeps and chocolate. You shake your head softly, giggling at him. He puts everything down and gives you the hot water bottle before getting the glasses of water he left on the counter. He gently climbs behind you so you can sit between his legs, knowing that's your favorite way to cuddle when you’re on your period. He wraps his arms around your waist again, pinning the hot water bottle against your uterus. The heat slowly seeps into your skin through the hoodie, slightly dissipating the pain. Anthony rests his chin on your shoulder as you press play, keeping you as close as possible to him. 

-< >-

After a while the hot water bottle grows cold and your cramps start to get bad, Anthony can tell because you’re whining under your breath and squirming between his legs. Without a second thought he slips his hands under the hoodie, instantly rubbing and gently massaging your uterus. You let out a small gasp of surprise but settle back in his touch as you snack on the sour patch kids. His hands seem to work pure magic on you, your cramps getting rubbed away by his gentle touch. A small content moan slips from your lips, you relax completely against him. 

“I love you, starlight.” He hums softly, “You’re so much stronger than you think. Not a lot of men can bleed every month and still push through like you do.” Anthony’s words make your heart skip a beat, so he had noticed your dysphoria. Anthony kisses your cheek, still gently rubbing your lower stomach. You nod softly in understanding, even if you don’t fully believe his words. But he continues,

“I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now but I do know that I’m going to be here for you. Each and every month, you aren’t gonna go through this alone. You’re my beautiful, sexy, handsome man and nothing will ever change that.” You whine softly, your cheeks turning light pink. You hide your cheeks in the collar of the hoodie and gently shove a sour patch kid in his mouth to shut him up. 

“How’d I ever get so lucky with you? One day you’re gonna make me cry if you say something like that.” Anthony chuckles softly, pulling you even closer to him. 

“I’m the lucky one, starlight. I get to date the most perfect man in the world.” You shake your head softly, a playful glimmer in your eyes so he knows it's not serious. You turn your head and kiss his cheek, relaxing in his arms. You can’t believe that you seriously got lucky enough to date someone like Anthony. You don’t fight him, playfully or not, taking his complement. He notices this and smiles widely, gently squeezing his arms around you. 

Sure still getting your period isn’t the most ideal thing but with Anthony by your side, it doesn’t seem so terrible anymore. 

[batcvntry]

m. shadows x johnny christ {and i will carry all your shame}

ratings|{teens and up}

relationships|{johnny christ x m. shadows}

word count|{1,242}

warnings|{vampire au; vampire feeding [descriptions of blood, biting, tearing through flesh]; i wrote this when really high and didn't do any editing :)}

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

Johnny hasn't been a vampire for long, hell he doesn't even quite remember when it happened, having been too high out of his mind to realize what happened in the moment. It's been days and finally the drug withdrawal and lack of food is finally getting to him, the band had even started to notice when he only came out of his bunk to play shows and nothing else.

Which is how he ended up in the situation, Matt staring him down with crossed arms and a dead pan expression, making Johnny feel like a child getting scolded by it's mother.

"You look like shit." Matt's voice is cold, which just makes Johnny shrink in on himself a little more. The younger man runs a hand through his messy splotch dyed hair, trying not to make eye contact with his bandmate.

"Wow gee, thanks. Makes me fell great." Johhny chuckles out, crossing his own arms and hoping that Matt goes away. But he doesn't, in fact the older man studies Johnny, he know what Johnny is going through and knows it well. Brian and Jimmy had gone through the same thing years ago after being turned. Matt remembers all too well about how... feral those two had acted until they had gotten their first feed. and yet Johnny is almost the opposite, he hid himself away.

"Oh come on, don't fucking give me attitude, man. You know it's true, you look like a corpse and it's only going to get worse unless you feed. " Matt says rather bluntly, walking Johnny into the corner of the back of the bus. Johnny finally looks up at Matt, sunken and bloodshot eyes stare at the singer, slightly hallowed cheekbones show off just how sickly Johnny looks. "You can be a hard ass and not admit it but I'm not leaving until you feed."

Johnny shakes his head, knowing the tales of how dangerous a first feed can be for a new vampire, especially one that it's feeding off of a human and not the vampire that turned them. He doesn't want to put his friend into that position, not even if it would make him feel better. Matt lets out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his own hair now.

"Look I know why you may not want to, but you have to. I'm not having my bassist wither away in the back of a bus for the last months of tour. It's not like you can turn me, I know how to stop you if you lose control. You may be a first timer but I'm not."

"Alright, Jesus." Johhny huffs out, hating the way his cheeks feel a little hot when Matt calls him a 'first timer'. "I just.... I'll find a way to deal with myself in the future."

Johnny can't help but feel.. embarrassed? Not like he's shameful of being a vampire or that he's ashamed to be feeding for the first time. But embarrassed that those simple words from Matt made this something much more.... intimate.. than Johnny had ever wanted it to be. And yet he's not mad about it.

Matt mumbles about how it's really not that big of a deal and that if one of the vampires in his band needs to feed, he's more than happy to assist them with feeding. Which in turn only makes Johnny blush more, his eyes hooked to the older man as Matt sits down on the side of Johnny's bunk. The spotty haired man takes a shaky breath as he kneels behind Matt, his small hands running up the singer's broad shoulders.

Johnny's eyes glitter with curiosity and desire as Matt tilts his head to the side, exposing the sensitive and tender side of his neck to the young vampire. Johnny has to bite his lip from just lurching forward and attacking Matt's neck then and there, wanting to try and act civilized. But the way Matt's shoulder relax under his hands, the way he whispers encouragement to Johnny almost makes Johnny's cock harden in his pants. Almost.

"Just go for it, don't hesitate, don't worry about it hurting me. M'kay?" Matt's voice is rough with lust, slightly deeper than usual and much more arousing in Johnny's opinion. The younger nods softly, swallowing his saliva thickly as he looks at Matt's neck.

Without thinking, Johhny swoops in. His surprisingly soft, small lips ghost along Matt's skin. The older man's fists clench tightly as his breathing becomes shaky, the feeling of the bass player against him feels much better he ever could imagined, not that Matt would ever do that. Johnny darts his tongue out to lick Matt's tender skin, taking a deep breath. And before he can psych himself out, before he can push Matt away and curl up in the corner of the room, his fangs protrude from his gums, ripping through the thin flesh so Johnny can bite into Matt's neck.

Matt lets out a surprisingly shrill whine, hunching over his crotch immediately, his cheeks tinge red and he tries to calm down. But Johnny doesn't stop, his fangs tear into his bandmates neck until a steady stream of crimson heaven flows onto the younger's tongue. Johnny happily laps up the blood, not even realizing that he's whining excitedly, almost like a puppy that being pet for the first time. As much as he hated to admit to himself, his cock is now straining against his pants and he's resisting everything in him that screams at him to hump Matt's back as he feeds.

Johnny's hands start to roam Matt's chest, pulling at his shirt and feeling at his toned chest as he continues to drink from Matt's neck. Never in his life did he think that something like blood could taste so good, so divine. Johnny presses himself against Matt's back, getting as close as possible. His fangs finally retract and Matt lets out a small sigh of relief.

"Atta boy, Johnny. Bet that feels nice, huh?" Matt reaches up and ruffles the younger's hair, chuckling softly when he feels Johnny huff against his neck in annoyance. Nonetheless, Johnny nods, burying his face into Matt's skin as he continues to suck down his friend's blood, not even thinking twice about what they are doing. The way Matt is almost treating him like a dog does nothing but make his cock twitch in his pants.

After a few minutes he finally pulls away, panting softly as he licks his lips. Johnny then licks the bitemark, kissing it softly so that it heals over. Matt smiles gently, his dimples shining like diamonds in the lights of the tourbus, continuing to play with Johnny's hair, enjoying the rather tender moment with the bassist.

"You feel better?" Matt asks, his voice is softer now, a hint of lust still in it but it's mostly filled with concern. Johnny nods softly, he doesn't even have to think before crawling around into Matt's lap. The older man wraps his arms around Johnny, pulling him closer. He notices how some color has returned to Johnny's face, and that he looks less dead, for lack of a better term.

Neither of them say anything, for nothing needs to be said. They just sit within the comfort of the other, letting Johnny get his energy back. It would be a long process, one that Matt has a feeling he will be a big part of.

[batcvntry]

jackass x ftm!reader [i smell sex and candy here]

rating{18+| viewer discretion advised}

relationships{implied poly jackass cast; platonic big brother bam & trans male reader; johnny knoxville x trans male reader}

word count{1,712}

warnings{DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT| drug use [cocaine; don't do drugs kids]; oral [amab receiving]; power dynamic [to an extent| hard to explain]; babytrapping [to an extent| switched out pills, using drugs to babytrap]}

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

You don't know how many times you have promised yourself that you wouldn't fall back to this, that you wouldn't stoop so low as continue to fuck your big brother's best friends just to get free drugs. And every time you end up in the same situation, either on your knees or on your back, either way you both promise not to tell your brother about what happened.

This time as you drive to set, you look at yourself in the mirror and repeat. "I will not give into free drugs. I will remain appropriate with my brother's friends." You take a shaking breath as you turn into the parking lot for the set for today with is a farm, your palms already getting sweaty. And deep down you know that you won't keep your promise, you know that your addiction to both men and drugs will get you to break the promise you keep making.

Somehow, someway you had managed to make it through half of the day, 6 grueling hours of watching all of your friends take drugs while you tried your hardest to remain sober. But you can feel your self-control crumbling, your need to get high overriding your want to keep a stupid promise to yourself.

-

Johnny notices how your control slowly slips as the day progresses, a wide smile playing on his face when he sees that you're eyeing the drug that are sitting on the table as he and your friends and brother chat away about new skit ideas. He slinks over to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, leaning so his mouth is close to your ear, so that you can feel his breath on your skin.

"Knock it off, Knox. Not in front of my brother." You nearly whine out to him, the underlying need in your voice instantly gives you away to the older man.

"Oh come on, doll. It's not like any of them are paying attention." Johnny chuckles lowly, his slender fingers tease your thigh while teasing your eyes with a small baggie of coke. Your breath hitches, your eyes hooked to his hand on your thigh. You gulp thickly, not being able to push him away, in fact secretly wanting more from him. Johnny can tell that you're slowly giving into him and he smirks,

"Don't tell me you're still doing the promise thing. You know you're never gonna get anywhere with it if you keep acting like such a slut." He nips at the shell of your earlobe. Deep down you know he's right, that you'll keep giving into being treated like a toy just to get a high. You gnaw on your lip for a few seconds as you stare at the baggie held between two of Johnny's nearly perfect fingers.

"How bout the loft? In the other section of the barn? Should be high enough and far enough away that no one will hear us." You breathe out, practically feeling Johnny's lips curl into a smile against your ear.

He snatches you off of the stool you were sitting on and starts leading you to the other side of the barn, where the stalls and the loft are. As soon as you walk through the door separating each sides, you pin Johnny to the wall, your eyes wide with need. His eyes shine with mischief as he holds your waist, keeping you close to him.

"Wow you really must be a slut if that's all it takes to let me fuck you. Or are you that desperate not to have to pay for drugs that you're gonna let your brother's best friend fuck that little cunt of yours." He growls out, suddenly pushing you away from him, turning you around and marching you to the ladder so you go up to the loft. You obediently walk up the ladder, not thinking twice.

Johnny's eyes never leave your ass as he follows you, not being able to hide the fact that he's just as excited as you for this. He doesn't waste any time before backing you against the wall of the loft, holding the baggie of coke out to you. Just as you go to take it, Johnny lifts it up quickly, holding the baggie between his teeth.

"Come on now, sweetheart. You already know how this has to go, you're a smart boy you know what you have to do to get what you want." You let out a barely audible squeak, your eyes widening as you look up at Johnny. Your palms start getting calmy with excitement, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Please Johnny, just let me get a bump before we fuck. I know you like it when I'm a bit out of it and submissive." You bat your eyelashes at him, smiling sweetly at him, knowing the more innocent you act, the bigger the bump he'll give you. Johnny groans happily, his lips curling into the damn smile that you've been falling for, for weeks.

He opens the baggie and scoops some of the white powder up with his pinky, he carefully brings his pinky up to your nose. Without even really thinking about it you lean in and snort the drug off of your friend's pinky, wiggling your nose a few times as you sniff to make sure you got it all. Johnny gently pats your cheek, grinning at you.

"Atta boy." His tone makes you whine softly, leaning into his hand dumbly. He has to admit that you look cute like this, exactly like your brother used to when he was the newbie and begging everyone for drugs. Johnny tucks the baggie back into his pocket, saving the rest for after you've given him what he wants.

He threads his finger through your hair, gently guiding you onto your knees in front of him. He doesn't even have to ask before your hands are working at his pants, getting his fly undone and pulling his pants and boxers down just enough for his hard cock to spring free. Your mouth starts to water at the sight, the coke already starting to hit.

Your eyes flutter shut as you take the head of his cock in your mouth, moaning at the familiar taste. You hated to admit it but you secretly love hooking up with Johnny more than the others, something about the way he makes you feel, something about the way his cock tastes on your tongue. It is just better than anyone else. He tilts his head back, groaning happily as he gently bucks into your mouth.

Johnny's slender fingers guide your head up and down, his hip thrusting forward with every movement to force his cock further down your throat, enjoying the way it tightens as you struggle to breathe already. The power he feels over you when he has you like this is like a drug of it's own, one that he can never turn down. He tries to keep his voice down, knowing that everyone else just stands on the other side of the thin wood wall of the barn.

Soft praise roll from the older man's mouth, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows thickly. You gently grab his thighs, trying your best to breathe through your nose as you force yourself to take all of his cock down your throat in one go. Your eyes roll back as you gag on his length. Hard. But you don't pull away, letting Johnny thrusting his cock down your throat. He ignores how you struggle to breathe and gag around his cock, relishing the way your throat tightens around his cock in a panic.

He feels a rush of power, roughly holding the back of your head and thrusting roughly into your mouth. Your nails dig into his thighs, you try to pull away but his grip on your head is too strong. Johnny chuckles darkly, snapping his hips against your face.

"Hush now, darlin'. You're the one who wanted to be a whore like his brother just to get drugs, so you're gonna get treated like a whore." He grins down at you, a sadistic glint in his eyes. "But you're a bite more special than your slut brother. I can get you pregnant, fill that little cunt with my fucking kid. Then no more drugs, but you'll keep crawling back to me."

His words make you thighs clench together, the thought of essentially being baby trapped by one of your big brother's best friends is almost too much for you. You nod dumbly in agreement, trying to just let Johnny use your throat in hopes that you stop gagging. But he doesn't let up his pace, he doesn't let up the brutality of his thrusts. His cock twitches in your mouth as he notices your reactions,

"Oh you like that? What a dirty little brother Bam has." Johnny's grip is so tight in your hair that it borders on painful. All you can do is blink dumbly at him, attempting your best 'uh huh' as he fucks your mouth like it's a fleshlight. He grins widely at you, "Well then sweetheart, you better make that next bump a good one cause it maybe the last one you get for a while. I switched your pills a while back, and tonight I'm finally gonna breed that tight cunt of yours with no protection. And you won't do anything about it, cause you're my good little drugged out mutt."

Johnny practically growls out, thrusting a few mores times and spilling down your throat. Quickly clamping his fingers over your nose so you can't breath at all, and can only breath once you've swallowed all of his load. Your throat contracts wildly as you try to breathe, your eyes widening as you quickly drink his cum, sucking his cock to make sure that you got every last drop.

Once Johnny is satisfied, he pulls aways, letting you collapse on the floor of the loft as you try and catch your breath. His eyes soften a little as he looks down at you but his smirk only grows more sinister as he reaches into the front pocket of his jeans.

Let the real fun begin.

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the fact that the jacket bela is wearing is actually farin’s….. IM INSANE

head empty, just the way Farin hugs Bela and kisses his neck ♡

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i want to post my dä fanfic here but i fear people may think that’s weird

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m. shadows x ftm!reader [hide and seek]

rating| Mature

word count| 1,621

warnings| Semi-Public Sex, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Biting/Marking

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“Matt.” You call out, “Come on babe, this isn’t funny anymore. The boys need you.” You let out a huff of annoyance. Once again Matt had gone to smoke and completely disappeared. Just as you turn on your heel to go tell the band that you couldn’t find him, someone grabs your arm and pulls you into a closet. Before you can scream the person covers your mouth with their hands. It takes you mere seconds to recognize Matt’s hand and you let out a small huff.

“They can wait a little.” Matt chuckles as he clicks on the hanging light bulb in the closet. You try to keep up an angry facade, glaring at him. But Matt knows you too well, he can see right through it so why not try to make you break. He runs his hands down your sides, pulling you close to him. “Come on sweetheart. They’re big boys, they can survive without us for a little bit.” 

You can feel yourself starting to break, your lips very slowly curling into a smile as you look at your lover. Matt smirks, leaning down to kiss your lips softly, 

“Please doll.” His voice is so soft, it almost makes your knees buckle. That one little phrase is your undoing and Matt knows it. Your hands find their way to Matt’s chest, holding his shirt tightly. You look up at him with wide eyes, a blush crawling up your cheeks. 

“We gotta be fast. The boys are already pissed.” You giggle out. Matt’s face lights up with his infamous smile, he leans down again, gently kissing your lips. Neither of your waste any time, trying to get your clothes off or at least out of the way. Matt towers over you, he looks at you with love and lust. You put your hands back on his chest, getting up on your tiptoes to kiss Matt’s lips. He grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him. He slides his hands down until he is gripping your thighs, you get his silent message and jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. 

He starts by kissing your lips, you try to drag him back but he just flashes a small smile before kissing down your neck. A small moan escapes your lips and you blush brightly, yet you still move your head back to give him better access to your neck. Your arousal rubs onto Matt as you grind against his stomach but he doesn’t care. He rather aggressively sucks hickeys on your neck, you claw at his back as you whine softly. You let out a surprised yelp as he sinks his teeth into the side of your neck, Matt makes sure you are stable before putting one of his hands over your mouth. He pulls away from your neck, a dangerously lustful look in his eyes. 

“Quiet now. We wouldn’t want the boys to hear if they come looking for us.” You nod but he doesn’t take away his hand, not immediately at least. He strokes your face lovingly before swooping back down and attacking your neck. You hated to admit it but something about getting bitten has always been arousing to you, now you have never fully said it to Matt but you had a feeling that he knew. That they all knew. Now here you are, nearly cumming against Matt’s stomach all because he is biting your neck. You moan softly when Matt darts his tongue out, licking a particularly deep bite mark. You can feel him smile against your skin.

“Come on, cowboy. I thought we were supposed to be going fast.” You chuckle out, trying to push his buttons just a little bit. And it works perfectly. Matt leans in, getting right next to your ear to softly whisper,

“You sure you want this, babe?” You nod, clinging to your lover like no tomorrow. He gently kisses under your ear before guiding his cock into your hole. You moan out, clenching around him as he pushes more of his cock into you. He tightens his grip on your thighs, nipping your earlobe with his canines. 

“Fuck, baby.” You whimper out, gently pulling Matt’s head back by his hair. He smiles at you which you happily return before kissing his lips softly. Matt deepens the kiss, carefully bottoming out inside of you. You moan against his lips, letting him thrust his tongue into your mouth. You pull away from the kiss, much sooner than you would have liked but you needed to tell him to move. 

Matt happily obliges, thrusting his hips fast and hard. You quickly cover your mouth with your hand to muffle any noises that slip past your lips. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, giving him easy access to bite on your neck when he wants. Your nails leave bright red track marks on Matt’s back, neither of you cared if they would be visible during tonight’s concert. A high pitched almost girlish moan echoes around the closet as Matt’s cock hits your g-spot. Matt chuckles softly at your reaction but repositions his hips so he can hit that spot with every thrust. 

You bite down on your lip as hard as you can to stop from moaning too loud. The closet is nearly silent except for the soft sounds of your wet sex. You blush as you listen to how wet you are, it doesn’t help that the thought of getting caught by one of the boys is making you wetter. Matt captures your bottom lip between his teeth, smirking as he gently bites it. You whine causing him to let go off your lip and kiss it in a silent apology. Your lips part in a soft smile, pulling Matt into a loving kiss. The kiss is so different to what has happened in the past 10 minutes, it is soft, loving, it makes the world stop for a single brief moment. 

You are pulled from your soft moment by your encroaching orgasm. You pull away from the kiss causing Matt to whine softly this time. His cock throbs inside of you, you clench around his cock, whining softly. He trails kisses up your neck, nipping your earlobe again. 

“I know you’re close. Be a good boy for me and come.” You bite your lip, whining like a damn bitch in heat. His voice was so low and so seductive, and you are so close. You come with a scream of pleasure ripping from your lips. You fall forward into Matt’s chest, letting him hold you up as he essentially uses your body. You hold onto him as best as you can, clenching around his cock more. Matt kisses the side of your head, panting under his breath. 

“That’s it. Such a good boy for me, aren’t cha?” He practically growls in your ear and you nearly come again then and there from his voice alone. Matt’s thrusts quicken, you manage to pull yourself up a little bit so you can kiss him. He returns the kiss, pressing you against the wall with nearly all of his body weight. You cup his face with your hands, gently stroking his cheeks as you teasingly nip his bottom lip. He groans against your lips, his thrusts stuttering. That’s when you know you have him. You pull away from the kiss as you suck on his bottom lip before biting it gently. He groans again, thrusting one last time before coming deep inside of you. 

You can feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he realizes that he just came from you biting him. He pulls away from the kiss with a sheepish smile playing on his lips. You smile widely, pecking his lips as you rub his cheeks more. His cock throbs as one last rope of cum spurts out. He gently pecks your lips, pulling out of you. He carefully sets your legs down so you can stand. The two of you get dressed in silence, not that it lasted long. Before Matt can open the closet door, you grab his hand and turn him towards you. He gives you a questioning look but you just stand on your tiptoes and kiss his lips softly. 

His face breaks out in a smile and he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. You lead him back to the green room, knowing you have been away for far too long. The boys turn to you as you walk in to see if you found Matt, who strolls into the green room after you, a wide smile on his face. The boys look between you and Matt, taking in the state of your neck before looking at the cocky smile on Matt’s face.

“Jesus dude. Did you get in a fight with a vampire?” Synsyster speaks up first. You blush lightly as the guys start to chuckle,

“I don’t know, ask the vampire.” You playfully glare at Matt, who had already gotten himself a beer. He waltzes over to you with a growing smile, he hands you one of the beers he had grabbed. He leans down and kisses your cheek, 

“I just did what he told me to. Isn’t that right, angel?” Matt gently rubs your hips. You squeak as you blush bright red, hiding your cheeks behind the beer bottle. You look up to see the band exchanging smirks and knowing glances as they look between themselves and you and Matt. Matt leans against the wall, keeping his hand in the back pocket of your jeans as you slowly settle down and join in with the conversation.

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jimmy sullivan x ftm!reader [kisses of fire]

rating| General

word count| 1,052

warnings| Drug Use - Mentioned, Kissing, First Kisses Together, Fluff

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“So are you coming to the party tonight?” Your brother, Brian asks.

“Is Jimmy gonna be there?”

“It’s a band party, of course he’s gonna be there.” you stick your tongue out at him. Brian laughs as he ruffles your hair, “Don’t worry your sweet little pants lover boy. He’s the one that asked me to make sure you come.”

“Really?” You perk up.

“Yea he did. Jeez the two of you are oblivious.” You cock your eyebrow, confused. Brian chuckles at your confused look, “Come on, it’s obvious he likes you back.”

“Who says I like him?” You bite back, just to be a dick. You knew that you like jimmy, Brian knows you like jimmy, hell all of your friends know it. And yet you refused to try and make a move. Brian smirks,

“Oh yea totally, and I didn’t hear you moaning his name last week….. Jimmy. oh Jimmy.” He fake moans, obviously making fun of you. Your cheeks burn bright red and you shove him to shut him up.

“I do not sound like that. And that never happened.” Brian cackles as he sees your red cheeks. You cross your arms and glare at him, waiting for him to calm down.

“Oh you definitely sound like that and it definitely happened. Matt can back me up.”

“Matt heard?” You yelp out. Brian bursts out in laughter, slapping his leg.

“Oh you’re down bad.” You shove him again as you realize that he was lying so you would tell the truth.

“Fucking asshole.” You can’t help but pout, your brother was a fucking dickhead sometimes. once Brian calms down, he pushes off of the couch and ruffles your hair.

“You better get ready if you want a ride over there.”

-

As soon as you walk into the playboy club you are assaulted with the smell of cigarettes and weed. Brian takes your hand and leads you to where the rest of the band is, you look around, noticing that Jimmy isn’t with the rest of the band.

“If you’re looking for your lover boy, he’s taking a piss.” Zacky chuckles out as he passes you a beer. You stick your tongue out at him,

“He’s not my lover boy.”

“Oh but i bet you want him to be.” Brian cackles as he settles on the couch.

“Jesus you guys are insufferable.” You chuckle out as you take a sip of beer.

“We wouldn’t be if you just manned up and made a move.” You wave them off with your hand,

“It’s not like that and besides he would never go for someone like me.”

“Don’t be too quick to put yourself down. ol rev’s been pinning after you like a love sick puppy.” Zacky pats your back before he settles down next to your brother, putting his hand on your brothers thigh.

-

You have lost track of how many drinks you have had, along with how many hits of random joints. You can feel your feet getting tired and you want to sit down so badly but the couch is full and you’d rather not separate from your friends. Jimmy notices how you sway on your feet, and of course being the gentleman that he is, he won’t let you suffer.

“Hey Haner.” your eyes fly to Jimmy, his voice is so recognizable you would be able to distinguish it in the crowd of a concert. he offers you a small smile as he calls you over with his hand. You bound over to him, a smile tugging on your lips as you look down at him. He gently grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap, you let out a small squeak but quickly settle on his lap.

“There we go.” You rest your hands on his chest, giggling softly. He can’t help but smile at how cute you are, his heart beating just a little faster in his chest. Your eyes meet his and it’s as if time slows, the music and chatter of the club fades into the distance, the only thing that you can focus on is jimmy.

Both of you are unaware that Matt, Val, Brian, Zacky and Johnny are watching you intently, hoping that one of you finally makes a move. Your eyes flick down to his lips but quickly flick back up to his eyes. his lips curl into a small smirk as he notices what just happened. You don’t even realize that you are leaning in closer to him. His arms hang around your waist and he pulls you even closer to him. He leans up, your noses touching.

“So you gonna kiss me handsome?” You giggle out. Jimmy lets out a low groan at the teasing tone of your voice. his bright blue eyes light up and he leans in more, connecting your lips in a soft kiss. Your fingers curl around his shirt and you pull him even closer. His lips twitch up against yours as he deepens the kiss. You know it sounds so fucking cliche but it feels like fireworks are going off in your stomach.

Jimmy pulls away first, a soft smile on his face. You bring your hand up, gently tracing his lips with your fingers, smiling widely. He kisses your fingers softly, looking at you with something that you can only place as love. You don’t even realize you are moving until your lips are back on his but he doesn’t push you away. He moves his hands so he is properly holding your hips. You move your hands so you can cup his face. Nothing about this is sexual, It’s purely about the love that you and Jimmy feel for each other.

You pull away but quickly peck his lips, making him smile widely. Suddenly someone is ruffling your hair, pulling you away from your sweet moment with Jimmy. You look up to see Matt smiling at the two of you,

“Glad to see the two of you are finally making moves.” You blush bright red and hide your face in the crook of Jimmy’s neck. Jimmy rubs your back, flipping matt off with the other. Matt raises his hand in self defense and backs down. Jimmy kisses the side of your head, you relax completely against him, feeling safe and secure.

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avenged sevenfold x ftm!reader [thank god i'm not alone]

chapter title| Matt

rating| Explicit

word count| 1,961

warnings| Pervert Matt Shadows, Panty Stealing, Masturbation, Secret Crush, Teasing, Innocent Reader

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He knows he has to be fast, you’ll only be in the shower for so long. Matt sneaks into your room, going to your hamper and sifting through it. He was just going to steal a pair of your boxers but that’s when he spots pink lace. He pulls it out, gasping softly as he is met with the sight of a thong. His dick twitches in his pants as he imagines what you would look like in it. Remembering what he is doing, he shoves it in his pocket before quickly exiting your room.

Thankfully he doesn’t run into any of the guys while on his way back to his room. Once he is safely behind his locked door, he pulls out the lace thong. ‘How could you own this?’ He thinks to himself, you were far too innocent. Besides you didn’t hook up and you didn’t have a boyfriend (thank god) so why would you need to own a thong? But it doesn’t really matter, as long as it’s yours. Matt brings it up to his nose, deeply inhaling. He lets out a low moan, your scent is intoxicating. His cock fully hardened by now. He wishes that he could smell it for real but for now this will have to do.

It barely takes him two minutes to get undressed, he lays down on his bed, putting your dirty thong in his hand with the soiled part facing out. He lets out a low groan as he wraps his hand around his aching cock. Images of you flash through his head as he starts to move his hand. He can’t help but imagine that he’s fucking you instead of fucking your thong. He covers his eyes with his other arm, trying his hardest not to moan too loudly. His hips buck into his hand, your name rolling off his tongue. He quickly moves his hand so he can cover his mouth to muffle his moans.

Matt can’t stop thinking about what you would look like riding him. He’s seen you naked more than a few times so it’s easy enough to imagine you like that. He has the feeling that you are a noisy lover, someone that can’t stay quiet for the life of them. He knows that you would make the sweetest sounds, god he can practically hear you whining his name. At this point he is fucking his hand but he doesn’t care, he can’t care, not when it feels so good. Your name comes off of Matt’s lips like a prayer, it echoes through his room even with his hand over his mouth.

He is so in his own world that he doesn’t hear the bathroom door open. His cock is throbbing in his hand, he isn’t embarrassed that he got so close to coming so fast. He hasn’t jerked off in weeks since he had been sharing a room with you while they were doing some semi-local shows. He fucks his hand harder, tightening it around his dick. He has to bite on his lip to muffle a particularly loud moan, unaware that it’s too late, that Brian had heard him moaning your name. Matt comes hard, ropes of white cum soiling your pink thong. He slows his hips so he can ride through his orgasm properly. Panting as he pulls his hand away from his mouth, he blushes as he realizes what he just did. He really just came moaning his best friend's name. Sure he has jerked off to the thought of you before and sure he has stolen your boxers before but this. This time it feels different and he can’t figure out why.

“Matty, the guys are ready to get dinner.” You call through his door. He blushes bright red, shoving your thong under his pillow.

“I’ll be right there.” He practically jumps off of his bed, grabbing an old shirt to clean the rest of his cum off of his cock and hand. Matt quickly gets redressed, spraying an ungodly amount of Axe body spray to cover any smell of sex. When he opens his door he is surprised to see you still standing there, you offer him a soft smile which he returns with flushing cheeks. You grab his hand, pulling him toward the stairs.

“Can you two fuckers hurry up, I’m withering away down here?” Zacky yells from downstairs, making both you and Matt chuckle.

“We’re coming, don’t worry your sweet little ass Zachary.” You yell back as you start down the stairs. Matt’s eyes are trained on your ass, you’re wearing leather pants which really accentuate your ass so he can’t help but stare. He groans oh so softly, feeling his dick twitch in his pants again. Zacky cheers as he sees you and Matt,

“Come on. Come on.” He bounces on his feet,

“Jesus, calm down man. There will still be food at the restaurant when we get there.”

“As excited as I am for that, I have to say I’m looking forward to desert the most.” He winks at you. You blush lightly and shake your head, gently shoving his shoulder.

“You fucking wish you could get a piece of me.”

“You have no idea sweetheart.” He smirks as his eyes rake down your figure. Matt gently smacks the back of Zacky’s head.

“Keep in your pants. Besides what happened to ‘I’m withering away down here’.” Matt mocks his friend. Zacky crosses his arms, pouting softly as he glares at Matt.

“I do not sound like that.” The younger man whines. Johnny pats Zacky on the back,

“Alright that’s enough of that. Come on, we’re getting dinner.” He leads the way out of the house that you guys share. One by one you and the guys follow Johnny to the car. Brian pulls you into his lap since there aren’t enough seats for everyone in the car. And sure you could have taken more than one car but none of you wanted to be separated, even if it was just for a five minute drive. You giggle and settle on his lap, he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. Johnny puts on a Rancid cd as Matt starts the car.

You don’t really pay attention to what they talk about as you drive to the restaurant. Brian tightens his arms around your waist as the car hits a pothole. You blush lightly, trying not to think about how his fingers are dangerously close to slipping into your shorts. Matt apologizes for not seeing the pothole,

“I don’t know, I kinda liked [Name] bouncing on my lap.” Brian chuckles. Your blush only gets worse with his words. The boys howl with laughter, you cover your flushed cheeks.

“All of you can go fuck yourselves. Fucking dickheads.” This only makes them laugh harder, you pout, glaring at them. “And I am not sitting on Bri on the way back.”

“Come on. Can’t you take a joke, sweetheart.” He huffs in your ear.

“Knowing you, that wasn’t a damn joke.” Brian chuckles. He trails his fingers up your sides,

“Don’t be so mad, sweetheart. I know you’ll come crawling back to me, they always do.” You growl softly, elbowing him in the stomach.

“Shut the fuck up, Brian. I am not a hooker so don’t talk to me like one.” He yelps, rubbing his stomach.

“Fine, Jesus. I’m sorry, no need to abuse me.” You are so caught up with Brian that you don’t realize that Matt has pulled into a parking spot.

“You two better behave yourselves while we eat.” Matt says while looking at you through the rearview mirror.

“I don’t have a problem behaving. I’m not a child like Brian.”

“Hey.” Brian retorts.

“Yea, not a child.” Matt mutters. “I will drag you out of the restaurant if I have to. Behave.”

“Fine.” Brian agrees.

“Whatever you say…. Mom.” You giggle out. Brian tries desperately not to laugh at your joke but he fails. Matt turns in his seat, glaring at you.

“I mean it [Name]. Behave yourself.” You raise your hands in surrender,

“Jeez. I will.” With that Matt tells everyone to get out, Zacky practically jumps from the car, running to secure a table for you guys. You chuckle as you watch him, no matter how much he ate, he always seemed to be hungry. You follow Zacky as you realize just how hungry you are. Matt, Jimmy, Brian and Johnny follow you, talking softly among themselves.

You slide into the booth next to Zacky, Johnny slides in next to you, Jimmy next to him and Brian and Matt sit on the other side of the table. Thankfully Brian sits across from Zacky so you don’t have to deal with him. You offer Matt a small smile, he blushes lightly, ducking his head, pretending to be really invested in his menu. You smile to yourself and turn your own attention to your menu.

-

By the time you pile back into the car, you are full and tired. You don’t even care to sit properly on Zacky’s lap, you crawl into his arms, nuzzling into his neck. He chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your head. Brian ruffles your hair,

“Is the baby tired?” You flip him off for calling you a baby even though you know it won’t be the last time.

“Not my fault that you fuckers stuffed me full.” You mumble out. Johnny chokes on the beer that he had in the car, Zacky freezes under you and Jimmy, Matt and Brian cackle with laughter.

“I think you should have worded that better.” Zacky mumbles as he rubs your back.

“You guys are the ones that took it the wrong way.” You retort. It takes a few minutes for the boys to calm down, meanwhile you and Zacky sit comfortably, enjoying each other’s company. Finally Matt starts the car, starting back towards the house. Your friends talk among themselves, you don’t really pay attention, too focused on how warm Zacky is and how sweet he smells. Every so often his chest rumbles as he responds to someone. Your eyes start to droop and you rest your head on his shoulder.

By the time Matt pulls into a parking spot outside the house you are nearly asleep. Johnny opens the door for Zacky, who very carefully gets out of the car while holding you up. You manage to wrap your legs around his waist loosely as he starts walking toward the house. He brings you up to your bedroom, he gently lays you on your bed. You whine softly, not wanting to let go of him. He chuckles softly, rubbing your sides and kissing your forehead.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m right down the hall if you need anything.” You grumble softly and finally let go of him. He takes off your shoes and pulls your keys and wallet out of your pockets.

“Shorts too.” You mumble softly. Zacky nods even though you can’t see him, he carefully takes off your shorts. He puts your shorts in your hamper, your shoes near your dresser and your keys and wallet next to your camera. Then he comes back to your bed, helping you under the covers. On instinct you grab your bat plushie and snuggle into it. Zacky’s heart melts just a little at the sight before him, he brushes your hair out of the way before kissing your forehead.

“Good night, sweetheart.”

“Night, Zee.” You mumble out, getting more comfortable in your bed. He gently strokes your cheek before turning on his heel. He clicks off your light, closing your door behind him. It barely takes five minutes before you are out cold.

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zacky vengeance x johnny christ [sober thoughts]

rating| General

word count| 748

warnings| Alcohol, Drunkenness, First Kiss Together, Fluff

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Zacky can feel the alcohol running through his veins, the slight pounding in his head, the heaviness of his eyes. And yet he has never felt more alive. His eyes drift around the bar, looking for anyone that peeks his interest. Surprisingly his eyes keep falling on the bassist of the band. Well maybe it wasn’t too surprising, Zacky has been keeping his small crush on Johnny a secret for weeks, if not months at this point.

His legs move on their own and before he knows it, he’s standing in front of Johnny. The bassist raises his eyebrows at Zacky but the older man can’t bring himself to say anything. Instead he just plops himself down on Johnny’s lap. As if on instinct Johnny grabs his hips and pulls him closer, Zacky blushes lightly as he giggles. He rests his elbows on Johnny’s shoulders, gently playing with his friend’s short hair.

“What’s gotten into you Zee?” Johnny chuckles. Sure Zacky was known to be a touchy drunk but he usually bothering Brian, not that Johnny was complaining that Zacky is here…. On his lap. Zacky giggles again,

“You know, you’re pretty cute.” Now it was Johnny’s turn to blush. Zacky’s eyes flick down to his lips before returning to his eyes. Johnny clears his throat, trying not to look Zacky in the eyes.

“You’re drunk Zee.”

“Soooo… you know what they say, drunk words are sober thoughts.” He smiles at his friend and Johnny can’t help but melt a little. Zacky scoots a little closer, eyes studying Johnny’s face. He has always thought the bassist is one of the prettiest men that he has ever set eyes on but seeing Johnny like this… It is like seeing an angel in Zacky’s opinion. Johnny tightens his hands around Zacky’s hips, smiling softly as he looks at the older man.

Zacky gently plays with the hair at the nape of Johnny’s neck, making the younger man shudder softly. His lips spread into a smile at Johnny’s reaction. Johnny can’t help but smile with Zacky, the older man’s smile has always been contagious. He leans into Zacky’s touch, whining softly as Zacky playfully tugs on his hair. Zacky’s smile only grows at Johnny’s reaction. But before he can even attempt to do it again, Matt comes up behind him.

Zacky immediately hides his face in Johnny’s neck. Suddenly feeling very shy about the fact that he is on Johnny’s lap. He doesn’t pay any attention to what Johnny and Matt are talking about, he can’t. Not when Johnny smells so good and he’s oh so warm and his arms around Zacky’s waist. The older man can’t take it anymore, it feels as though his heart is about to burst out of his chest.

He starts pressing soft, barely noticeable kisses on Johnny’s neck. It only takes a few minutes for him to gain more confidence and he starts kissing up Johnny’s neck. Johnny freezes under him, tightening his arms around Zacky. Matt doesn’t notice, still going on about whatever it is that he’s talking to Johnny about. Johnny nods, not fully paying attention to the singer anymore.

Finally Zacky pulls away from his neck and gently cups his cheeks before softly kissing Johnny. As fucking cliche as it sounds, fireworks go off in his stomach. Johnny’s lips feel like everything he imagined and more. Johnny happily kisses back, melting against Zacky. His hands fly up to cup Zacky’s jaw, bringing him even closer. Matt looks down and sees what is happening, he chuckles before leaving the two men in peace. Zacky pulls away first, a smile on his lips.

“Wow Vengeance, didn’t know you had that in you.” Zacky blushes lightly, whining oh so softly. He gnaws in his lip as he looks at Johnny, the bassist rubs his hips comfortingly and he manages to squeak out.

“You didn’t push me away.”

“Now why would i do that?” Johnny questions and Zacky shrugs.

“I dunno… I just thought you would.”

“Not with you, sweetheart.” Johnny gently rubs Zacky’s jaw with his thumb, the older man leans into his touch. Zacky’s cheeks are on fire due to the nickname that Johnny had called him. Johnny leans up and pecks Zacky’s lips, “You’re pretty cute when you blush.”

Zacky squeaks and hides his face in Johnny’s neck again. The younger man can’t help but laugh at his reaction. Zacky Vengeance, the notorious playboy was hiding his face cause he got called cute.

[batcvntry]

zacky vengeance x ftm!reader [one hundred sleepless nights]

rating| general

word count| 1,199

warnings| Fluff, Kissing

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You wake up in a still dark room, reaching out to the other side of the bed and you feel that it is cold. Zacky must have not been able to sleep, again. You get out of bed as you rub sleep out of your eyes, the least you could do is keep him company, even if you will probably fall asleep next to him. As you walk down the stairs you can hear the soft strumming of a guitar, a small smile pulls on your lips. Whenever he couldn’t sleep he would go to the basement and practice on his acoustic guitar so he didn't disturb you.

You grab a sprite from the fridge, it is for Zacky but you know that you will steal a few sips. As you get closer to basement stairs you hear him curse softly before restarting whatever song he is practicing. You softly pad down the basement stairs, not wanting to disturb his concentration. He hums softly as he bobs his head softly. You stop on the last step, leaning against the wall as you watch him. He very softly starts singing a song that you have never heard before,

“Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost. It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over.” Your heart burns in your chest for the love that you feel for him. Everytime you hear him sing, you fall in love all over again.

“I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time. But I'm too young to worry. These streets we travel on, will undergo our same lost past. I found you here, now please just stay for a while. I can move on with you around. I hand you my mortal life, but will it be forever? I'd do anything for a smile. Holding you 'til our time is done. We both know the day will come. But I don't want to leave you.”

You listen as he starts humming again, you guess the band haven’t figured out all of the lyrics yet. Pushing off the wall, you make your way to the couch. You gently kiss Zacky’s forehead and he looks up from his guitar with a small smile on his face. He carefully puts his guitar to the side, pulling you onto his lap. Your tired face breaks out with a smile as you rest your free hand on his chest.

“Brought you a sprite.” He smiles, carefully taking the sprite and putting it to the side so he can hold both of your hips. “Practicing a new song?”

“You heard?” He blushes lightly. You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck so you can thread your fingers through his hair.

“You sound amazing, baby.” His blush only darkens and he hides his face in your neck. You don’t understand how he could play and sing on stage for hundreds of fans but having you, his boyfriend, hear him singing is still embarrassing to him. You gently play with his hair, giggling softly at his reaction. “It sounds like a sweet song too.”

“I can sing you more if you want.” He mumbles into your neck. Your face lights up, even if he was a little embarrassed about you listening to him sing he still offered, that’s your sweet Zacky.

“Please.” He moves his head away from your neck, nodding softly. You lean down and softly kiss his lips, “Thank you, Zee.”

He pats your ass softly, a silent signal for you to get off of his lap. You slide off of his lap, getting comfortable on the couch next to him. He picks up his guitar again, strumming a few random chords before practicing the song's chords a few times as he hums softly. Zacky looks up from his guitar as he gets comfortable with the chords, his eyes set on you.

“So, what if I never hold you, yeah. Or kiss your lips again? Woah, so I never want to leave you. And the memories of us to see I beg don't leave me. Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost. It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over.” His slightly gravelly, tired voice is the sweetest thing that you have ever heard. The lyrics float around your mind, you wonder which one of the boys wrote this part of the song. You don’t know if they want this song to be a love song but to you it is, even though you have only heard four verses. He hums mumbled lyrics under his breath, looking at you with complete love.

You reach your hand out to touch his knee, smiling softly at your lover. He slowly stops strumming his guitar, blushing lightly as he glances down at your hand. He once again puts his guitar to the side, putting his hand on top of yours. You lean closer to him, your eyes sparkling with love. He closes the gap between you, kissing your lips softly. You happily kiss back, melting against him. He cups your cheek with his other hand, the callous on his fingers comfort you even more. You pull away from the kiss, keeping your faces close together.

“It sounds so fucking good, babe. You sound so good.” A light blush returns to his cheeks but he smiles softly at you. “Mind if I stay down here while you practice?”

“How about I sing you the lyrics we have down in bed? I know you are tired, besides I think I can fall asleep again now.” You nod softly. Standing from the couch you pull Zacky up by your still connected hands, he gladly follows you as you lead the way up the stairs. You don’t even feel too tired but you know that once you are in bed, cuddled into Zacky it will be a different story. Your dog, Valeri wakes up and follows you and Zacky up to your bedroom. Zacky gets into bed first, situating himself in the middle. He lifts up the covers and you crawl into bed, cuddling into his side with your head resting on his chest. Valeri hops up on the bed, curling up near your feet.

Zacky gently starts running his fingers through your hair, smiling softly down at you. You wrap your arm around his chest, snuggling impossibly closer to him. Your eyes start to droop and you don’t fight it, knowing that you need the rest. Zacky starts softly singing the song that he was singing in the basement, humming the tune to song for the lyrics that the band hasn’t perfected yet. Between the soothing sound of his voice, the warmth of his body, and your own exhaustion you feel yourself slowly drifting off to sleep. Zacky doesn’t stop singing until he reaches the end of the song even though you are fast asleep by now.

“Goodnight, angel. I love you.” He kisses the top of your head. Zacky settles into bed himself, letting your soft breathing soothe him. He doesn’t even realize that his eyes are closed or that he is curling around you protectively.

[batcvntry]

avenged sevenfold [how did we get here]

rating| Teens and Up

word count| 1,997

warnings| Kinda Crackfic, Mpreg - Mentioned, ABO - Mentioned, Zonny - Mentioned Towards the End

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“Quiet on set.” The producer for this live yells out and it quickly goes silent in the room. The main camera man counts down softly before clapping his hands. Brooks shifts nervously in his seat, was it really a good idea to do this? After all it was just a silly post he saw on twitter but there is no backing down now. He glances at his band mates, all of them seem comfortable enough. When he had shown them the tweet, Johnny and Zacky had jumped at the idea, Brian was onboard but a little hesitant and Matt was down for anything. So here they are, sitting in an empty green room about to read fanfiction about themselves. The band says hello to the live, the energy getting stronger as they get comfortable on the live. Brooks clears his throat, scooting forward on his chair a little.

“So this is gonna be a little different than our other lives.” He smiles at the camera, feeling his nerves slowly dissipate. “A few days ago I saw a fan tweet about having me react to fanfictions written about me. And I thought if I’m going to do this, I’m not doing it alone… So tonight you get us reacting to fanfictions written about us.” 

“We all have our first fics pulled up. For the privacy of the author’s we will not be saying who wrote them or the titles.” Zacky says, a wide smile playing on his face. Everyone unlocks their phones, mentally preparing for what they may read. 

“Oh and we have never read these before so you’ll be getting our live reactions.” Johnny chuckles. Brian rubs his face, glancing at his phone and then the camera,

“Guess we’re really doing this, huh?” 

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, Gates. I know you’ll find something you like.” Zacky laughs as he reaches over and ruffles Brian’s hair. Brian quickly bats his hand away, glaring at the younger man. 

In minutes silence falls over the group as they read their first picks of fanfictions. Brian had to admit that this fic is good, the author kinda nailed his personality. With every passing minute he can feel himself getting more and more invested with what he is reading. Johnny giggles to himself as he reads, this author was making him bottom for Matt and in all honesty it is hot to him. Matt groans softly, his dick twitching in his pants as he reads about Brian topping him after he was behaving like a brat. Little did anyone besides the band know that it is almost an exact scripture of what happened between him and the lead guitarist last night. Zacky is fully invested in his fic, it’s a cute fluff of him confessing his feelings to Johnny. He would be lying if he said he hasn’t browsed the Avenged Sevenfold tag on tumblr before and found his fair share of fics, but nothing as sweet as this. Brooks’ face is bright fucking red, how do these people come up with these ideas? He can’t believe that he is reading about the singer of his band fucking the lead guitarist.

“HE DID WHAT TO ME?” Brian yells a little louder than he intended. Everyone’s head snaps towards the guitarist, his face is beat red. 

“What is it, dude?” Johnny asks. Brian shakes his head, too embarrassed to say what he just read outloud. Zacky leans over, reading the fic that Brian had picked. He bursts out with laughter as he reads what Brian reacted to, full belly laughter, hand on his stomach, head tossed back. 

“Oh my fucking god.” Matt glances at Johnny and Brooks, who are just as confused as he is. Zacky calms down a little, “Matt you fucking got Syn pregnant.” 

Matt’s face turns as red as Brian’s, if not redder. What were people writing about them? Johnny has to put down his phone, he is laughing so hard, someone had really written mpreg about them. Brooks chuckles, shaking his head softly. Matt glances at Brian but quickly decides to stare at the floor because now he has the thought of fucking a baby into Brian even though he knows it’s not possible. 

“But like how?” Brian asks. He tries his hardest to hide his red cheeks behind his hands but it’s no use, everyone on the live can see his blush. Zacky claps his hands together, smirking because he knows he is going to ruin his friend right now.

“So there is this trope in fanfiction called Mpreg. Sometimes it’s called Mister Seahorse because it’s about a man getting pregnant. You know how like male seahorses are the ones that carry their babies.” Johnny nods in agreement, watching as the cogs work in Brian’s head. Matt chuckles softly, shaking his head. How did something like this even start? He thinks to himself. “It’s quite popular among the ABO community.” 

“The fucking what?” Brian looks like a lost puppy at this point. Zacky chuckles, wow these guys really don’t know anything about fanfiction at all.

“It stands for Alpha, Beta, Omega.” Johnny says before Zacky can open his mouth. Zacky nods in agreement, letting his friend explain this one. 

“And that is?” Matt asks, finally looking up from the floor. 

“It’s like a system… People are born into different roles, alpha’s are dominant, beta’s are neutral, and omega’s are submissive.” Johnny takes a little pause. “Like I would be a beta, Brooks would be a beta as well, Zacky would be an alpha, Brian would be an alpha.” 

“And me?” Johnny smirks at the singer. 

“You really want me to answer that, Shadows?” Johnny chuckles. Matt glares at Johnny, standing up so he can playfully shove his bassist’s shoulder. Brian’s eyes are hooked to Matt, so Johnny thinks he is the naturally dominant one, which to be fair is true for the most part. He makes a mental note to check out ABO fanfics when he is alone. 

Slowly the band goes back to their respective fics, all of them coming to terms that this is actually really fun. Johnny starts giggling again, whoever wrote this fic got him down to a point. Especially with his kinks. 

“Oooo Matt, you’ve got fangs in this one.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at the singer. Matt looks up at him with a confused look on his face. 

“What the hell are you reading?” Matt questions.

“A pretty hot scene of you pinning me against the wall and biting my neck.” Matt nearly chokes on his spit. Johnny looks up at the camera, speaking directly to the live audience. “And to whoever wrote this, you’ll know who you are. The biting is spot on.” 

Matt has to cover his cheeks to hide his blush. Why did this have to be hot to him? He shouldn’t be feeling the things he is while reading fanfiction about himself and his bandmates. What’s worse is that Johnny’s statement brought back the memories of the City Of Evil tour. The nights he spent pinning the younger man to a crappy hotel bed and making him Matt’s bitch. The memories of how he joked about Johnny getting a neck tattoo so he has the perfect target for his lover’s to bite. 

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Brooks has officially lost count of how many Bratt fanfictions he has read, he doesn’t even remember picking out this many fics about Brian and Matt. He chuckles as he reads the sentence ‘No matter how many times he tried to deny it, Matt was the princess of the band.’ Brooks looks straight in the camera and says in the most serious voice, 

“Matt is the prettiest princess. Definitely the princess of the band.” Johnny and Zacky howl with laughter, Matt mutters something under his breath about getting back at Brooks but he knows that there is no actual threat behind it. Brian laughs, ruffling Matt’s hair,

“That’s right, he’s our princess.” Matt slaps his hand away, growling lowly at Brian. But that does nothing except make a smirk pull at Brian’s lips. 

“I am not a princess.” Matt mutters out loud enough for the camera to catch. This just makes the whole band laugh, 

“Yea and you’re not the one who has us make him coffee every morning.” Johnny pokes fun at Matt. 

“And he’s definitely not the one who complains when things aren’t done for him.” Zacky chimes in. 

“Alright, enough.” Matt says. “Little fuckers.” He mutters under his breath but Zacky and Johnny hear. Brooks looks up from his phone again, smirking at Brian. 

“Can confirm that Syn pouts like an angry cat when he doesn’t get attention.” The drummer says confidently. Brian crosses his arms, pouting softly at the call out that the drummer just made. 

“Do not.” He bites back. 

“Dude you totally do.” Zacky smirks at Brian, “Just yesterday you sulked in the corner for 15 minutes cause Matt wanted to finish a game of Call Of Duty instead of drinking with you.” 

Brian opens and closes his mouth a few times, trying to think of a comeback. But his mind draws a blank so he resorts to sticking his tongue out at Zacky. The younger guitarist chuckles, even now more than 25 years of friendship later they still managed to act like children. 

Zacky laughs like an insane person as he gets the beginning of the smut of the newsest fic that he picked.

“You guys really think that I am bottoming for Johnny? Synyster and Matt, I understand having me bottom but Johnny? Sorry man but I don’t think that’s how it would work.” 

“Hey.” Johnny retorts. 

“What about Wackerman?” Brian asks, wiggling his eyebrows at the younger man. Zacky’s eyes rake over Brooks, since he joined the band Zacky thought the drummer was attractive and thinking about him in this way has Zacky’s pulse beating a little faster. He smirks softly as he finally looks Brooks in the eyes,

“Yea I’d bottom for Brooks.” Now it is Brooks’ turn to blush for the first time tonight. 

“So it’s just me that you hate, huh?” Johnny jokes. Zacky looks over at the bassist, his smirk only growing as he ruffles Johnny’s hair. 

“Oh I don’t hate you but there is no way that you are topping me. Especially during the self-titled tour, sorry dude but you were a twink.” 

“Don’t act like you weren’t a twink as well.” Johnny snaps back, his cheeks on fire. 

“I won’t deny that but I just can’t see little old twink Johnny topping me.” 

“I totally could have topped you, dickhead.” Johnny crosses his arms, standing his ground. 

“Sure you could have. And I could have taken Matt’s place as singer.” Zacky says sarcastically. 

Matt claps his hands together, saying that it’s been fun but the band should wrap up the live so they can do the sound check for tonight’s show. One by one the boys say goodbye to the live, saying that they would gladly do it again. Once the camera is off Johnny turns to Zacky again,

“I could have topped you back then and I can top you now.” 

“Wanna bet on it, big boy?” Zacky smirks at Johnny. 

“Jesus.. How bout the two of you settle this in a closet backstage or something? We already know the answer to who was topping who back then.. Go see if it’s the same for fucks sake.” Brian huffs out, he mostly meant it as a joke seeing as they have to do a sound check in less than 10 minutes. 

“50 bucks says I can top you.” Johnny stares at Zacky, waiting to see what the older man will do. 

“Deal.” Zacky stands from his seat, moving closer to Johnny so he can whisper in the bassist’s ear. “How bout backstage after the show? Like the old days.” Johnny nods excitedly, sure he is probably going to lose 50 dollars but he couldn’t care less. 

[batcvntry]

brooks wackerman x ftm!reader [dead of night]

rating| general

word count| 1,259

warnings| Fluff, Kissing

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Your daughter had insisted on staying up until Brooks got home and surprisingly she had done it. She hears the keys jingle in the door and jumps off of your lap, running toward the door. You get off of the couch and follow her to the front door. You pull her back a little so she doesn’t get hit by the door even though you know that your husband will be careful. The door opens slowly to reveal Brooks standing between his suitcase, duffle bag and backpack. Your daughter, Lillian runs to him, wrapping her small arms around his legs. Brooks smiles, bending down and picking her up. 

“Why hello princess.” She giggles as she wraps her arms around his neck. He holds her up while hugging her, “Did daddy treat you right while I was away?” 

“Uh huh, he even let me stays up to waits for you.” She smiles widely as she stares at Brooks. He kisses her cheeks softly, 

“Well that’s good to hear.” Brooks eyes finally drift to yours, a soft smile pulling at his lips. You return his smile, stepping toward him and getting on your tiptoes to kiss his lips. Lillian turns away from the two of you while going,

“EWWWWWWW.” You and Brooks chuckle at her reaction. No matter how many times she has seen the two of you kiss, it always elicited the same reaction. You nuzzle your face into his cheek,

“Welcome home, babe.” 

“I’m glad to be home.” He kisses the top of your head. You gently pat his ass,

“How about you go put Lily to bed and I’ll bring in your suitcases?” He nods, 

“Sounds good to me.” He kisses your head again. “Okay princess, are you ready for bed now?” Lillian nods, nuzzling her head into Brooks' chest. He makes his way into the house, you can hear Lillian asking about the band. 

“How is uncle Brian and uncle Matty and uncle Zacky and uncle Johnny?” Brooks’ voice fades as he gets deeper into the house. You smile softly, happy that your family is together again. You put his backpack on before slinging his duffle bag over your shoulder and picking up the suitcase. You simply refuse to take more than one trip into the house even though everything is so fucking heavy. You carefully make your way into the house, putting his suitcase down in the living room since you would have to do his laundry tomorrow. You go back to close and lock the door before making your way up the stairs. 

When you pass by Lillian’s room, you can hear Brooks telling her about the tour, about his favorite cities to play, his favorite tour memory, everything. You walk into your shared bedroom and put his duffle and backpack near the closet, smiling because you know that he won’t be going on tour for at least a few months. You make your way back to Lillian’s room, leaning against the doorway as you watch her and Brooks. Brooks kissing your daughter’s head, tucking her into bed. 

“Wait before we go goodnight… Can you check for monsters?” She looks up at her dad with hopeful eyes. Brooks leans down and kisses her forehead, 

“Of course I can, princess.” He gets down on his hands and knees, looking under her bed. Making sure to do a thorough job to help Lily feel more at ease. “No monsters under your bed, sweetheart.” 

“Check the closet.” She points to her closet door. Brooks gets off of the floor, making his way to her closet. Your heart melts in your chest, you have no idea how he did it but with every little thing that he did Brooks has you falling in love all over again. He opens the door, looking under the separate shelves and in between the dresses that are hanging up. 

“None in your closet either, Princess.” He closes her closet door and comes back to her bed. He gently strokes her hair, sitting down on the edge of her bed and kissing her forehead again. “Goodnight, Lillian. Sweet dreams, my angel.” 

“Goodnight papa.” She smiles softly as she closes her eyes, snuggling under her blankets. You push off of the doorway and come to her bed, leaning down and kissing her cheek. 

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” 

“Goodnight daddy. I love you guys.” 

“We love you too.” You and Brooks manage to say at the same time. Lillian turns to her side, clutching the giraffe plushie that Brooks had gotten her at the zoo right before he went on tour. Brooks stands from her bed and comes to your side, he wraps his arm around your waist and leads you out of your daughter’s room. You click off the light on your way out but keep the door open in case she needs anything during the night. 

When you get to your room, you turn to Brooks. Your arms snaking around his neck to pull him down. His lips curl into a smile as he puts his hands on your hips. 

“I missed you.” Your lips brush over his as you speak.

“Missed you too, darling dove.” He closes the small gap between you, kissing you oh so sweetly. You melt in his arms, finally feeling complete after months of feeling as though there was something missing. And to be fair something was missing because Brooks was on tour. He pulls away, rubbing your hips softly.

“Come on, you must be exhausted.” You pull him toward the bed. He chuckles but follows you nonetheless. He sits down on the end of the bed, taking off his boots and neatly placing them on his side of the end of the bed. Next he pulls off his shirt and places it next to him, you quickly grab it. You take off the shirt that you have on and pull Brooks’ shirt on instead,

“Baby I wore that while traveling all day.” He chuckles softly.

“I don’t care.” You bring the collar up to your nose, “It smells like you.” His face breaks out with a soft smile, god he is utterly and completely in love with you. You kick off your lounge shorts as he also strips from his pants. His shirt essentially envelopes your body like a dress but you don’t care.

He gets into bed, opening his arms to you. You crawl into bed, resting your head on his chest. Your hand rests on his chest, your leg thrown over his hips. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you even closer. You look up at him with shining eyes, he looks down at you, looking at you with such love. 

“I love you, sweetheart.” His voice is soft. 

“I love you too, Brooks. So fucking much.” You lean up a little to kiss his jaw. He gently rubs your back, 

“The boys want to come over soon, the whole tour they were asking about Lillian.” 

“Tell them they can come over whenever they want. She’s been asking about them everyday.” You chuckle softly. Brooks gently plays with your hair, 

“I’ll let them know tomorrow.” You nuzzle into his chest, listening to the soft beats of his heart. He holds you closely, kissing the top of your head. You lay in silence, just enjoying each other’s company. Brooks didn’t have to tell you that he would tell you about the tour tomorrow when both of you are a little more awake. Before you know it you are slipping into sleep, holding Brooks like a giant teddy bear.

[batcvntry]

synyster gates x johnny christ x zacky vengeance x m. shadows [hair of the dog]

rating| explicit

word count| 3,507

warnings| Watersports, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Slight Oxygen Restriction, Slight Feminization, Degradation

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Matt had merely said it as a joke, he never thought that the lead guitarist would actually agree to it. And yet here he is, standing behind Johnny waiting for his turn to piss into a bottle. Johnny turns around, handing Matt the quarter filled bottle. The older man takes it, getting into the shower so if some doesn’t make it into the bottle it's no big deal. A blush creeps onto his cheeks as he pulls his pants and boxers down, he’s really doing this. He tries not to think about the fact that in a little under 10 minutes, his lover, his best friend, his guitarist is going to be drinking his piss. His dick twitches in his hand and he immediately starts to think about anything other than what is about to happen. Matt can feel Johnny’s eyes boring into his back, he squeaks softly. 

“Uhh Johnny can you turn around, man?” 

“What are you, fucking piss shy?” The bassist laughs but does what Matt asked.

“Fuck you man.” Matt mutters out playfully, relaxing a little now that he doesn’t feel eyes boring into him. Johnny mutters something under his breath but Matt can’t be bothered to ask him about it. He’s too focused on getting his stream of piss into the small mouth of the bottle. It only takes a minute for him to empty his bladder, he pulls up his pants, not bothering to button them up at the moment. Matt turns around, tapping Johnny on the shoulder. Johnny turns around and glances at the bottle,

“Remember if he asks, it’s just your piss. He’d start acting like a bitch if it’s mine too.” 

“I remember, don’t worry man.” Matt chuckles. Zacky pushes out of the corner, a small smirk playing on his face. Brian really has no idea what he got himself into. The three men exit the bathroom, making their way back to the area of the warehouse that they are filming in for the day. Brian jumps off of one of the crates for the audio equipment and bounds over to them. His eyes rake over Matt, stopping at his crotch as he notices that Matt has his pants completely open, exposing his boxers. He doesn’t even think before he is threading his fingers through the belt loops on Matt’s pants and pulling the singer toward him. Johnny takes the bottle from Matt so there is less of a chance of it getting broken. 

“Jesus I was only gone for five minutes.” Matt chuckles. Brian rolls his eyes, leaning up to kiss Matt’s jaw. His fingers inch toward the opening in Matt’s pants. He manages to brush his fingers over his lover’s clothed cock before Matt sternly puts his hands on Brian’s shoulders, shaking his head while chuckling. “You’re worse than a bitch in heat, Bri.” 

Brian sticks his tongue out, crosses his arms and glares at Matt. Zacky, Johnny and Arin laugh at what Matt said. Matt quickly zips up and buttons his pants, thinking it better than to walk around set with his dick practically out. The band walks over to the black 1975 chevy caprice, they are just going to be doing shots in the car today, thankfully. 

-

Brian gets on the hood of the car, a stagehand giving him his guitar once he is comfortable. He is thankful that his guitar is covering his cock, he is already half hard. He has been the entirety of the shoot, all because he couldn’t stop thinking about what was to come. And now it’s about to happen, excitement bubbles in his chest. Wayne tells the cameras to start rolling and Brian starts to play his guitar, the sound of his solo to Shepherd of Fire flows through the speakers so he knows where he is in the song. 

Johnny leans over the windshield of the car, putting the bottle full of piss up to Brian’s lips. Brian lets out an unintentional low moan as the liquid hits his tongue. He hasn’t done anything like this since high school but fuck it still has the same effect on him. His cock fully hardens in his pants as he happily gulps down his friend’s piss, unaware that it isn’t just Matt’s. Johnny can’t help but smirk, poor Brian has no idea what Johnny has done. The bassist tips the bottle even more, forcing just a little too much pee into Brian’s mouth. Brian has to pull away from the bottle just a little bit so he can swallow but Johnny doesn’t stop pouring. 

An embarrassingly girly moan leaves Brian’s mouth as his face is covered in Matt’s, Johnny’s, and Zacky’s piss. This shouldn’t be turning him on, his cock should NOT be hard from drinking piss. But god he doesn’t care. The liquid is dripping down onto his chest, soaking into his button up. And he can’t help but think about how Johnny essentially just marked him with what he thinks is only Matt’s piss. Maybe Matt was right earlier, he really is worse than a bitch in heat. 

Wayne yells cut, Brian sits up on the hood of the car, still using his guitar to hide his hard on. Johnny has a smirk plastered onto his face, silently hoping that they have to reshoot at least some of it so he can continue forcing piss down Brian’s throat. It seems a bit sadistic but Brian deserves it… At least a little bit. Just for everything he has put Johnny through, all of the teasing, all of the demeaning comments. It also doesn’t hurt that Johnny himself is getting just as turned on as Brian. 

Wayne tells everyone to take five as he decides what he wants to film next. Brian hops down from the hood of the car, a stagehand offers to take his guitar and he hesitates to let them take it. He quickly covers his crotch with his hands, not wanting to show off his boner for everyone to see. As Matt gets out of the car, he notices what Brian is doing. He smirks to himself, walking over to Brian and swinging his arm around his lover’s shoulder. 

“Got a little excited big boy?” He chuckles. Brian huffs softly, hiding his flushing cheeks in Matt’s shoulder. Arin chuckles as he sees Brian hiding his erection which only makes the guitarist blush even more. Zacky and Johnny join them, Zacky ruffles Brian’s hair.

“You know everyday you become more and more like a horny mutt.” He smirks at his friend. This makes the whole band laugh, Brian feels as though his cheeks are on fire. 

“Fuck you guys.” He squeaks out. Zacky laughs again, 

“Don’t you mean… Fuck me guys?” He wiggles his eyebrows at Brian. Brian flips off the other guitarist before turning so he can hide his erection using Matt’s thigh. He can’t say that he hates anything that is going on, he did put himself into this situation to be fair. And the guys are only teasing, knowing that it will do nothing but turn him on more. Matt kisses the top of Brian’s head, rubbing his back softly. 

“We shouldn’t have too much more to do today. Think you can handle yourself until we get back to the house?” Matt asks Brian. The guitarist huffs a little at the implication that he can’t restrain himself at all. 

“Fucking dickhead.” He growls out at Matt. The singer tightens his arm around Brian’s waist as a warning and Brian immediately mumbles out an apology. Zacky, Johnny and Arin chuckle, Brian always acts like such a tough guy but one squeeze from Matt and he’s instantly submissive. Wayne calls the boys back to the car, telling them that they have a few more shots with the car today and then they’ll be done. 

“You boys ready to get back at it?” Wayne asks. The whole band nods except for Matt,

“I just gotta piss real fast.” Wayne nods, telling the rest of the boys to get back into position. On his way to the bathroom, Johnny passes Matt the bottle to refill it since there will be a few more shots of Brian drinking from it and there isn't enough liquid left in it currently. Matt blushes lightly and takes the bottle, he still can’t believe that Brian actually did it. And not only did he drink piss, he did it on camera. Not that anyone besides the band would ever know.

Matt rushes to the bathroom, not wanting to keep the band or the crew waiting for him. He doesn’t even close the door properly before pulling down his pants. He lines the tip of his dick up with the mouth of the bottle, he didn’t even have to piss that badly but he needed a moment away from Brian so he didn’t give into his desires and fuck the guitarist on the hood of the car where everyone could see. He stretches his neck back, only a few more shots and then he could go home and act on his urges. 

This time before leaving the bathroom he makes sure to zip up and secure his pants so Brian doesn’t try to get into his pants on set. He carries the bottle back to set, humming softly to himself. Wayne tells him what they will be doing and he nods, it’s not like he would be doing too much anyways. He’s just pretending to drive a car while mouthing lyrics, that’s it. Matt hands the bottle to Brian who is sitting in the back seat next to Arin. He gets in the driver’s seat, waiting for action to be called. 

-

By the time they get back to their house, Brian is practically humping Matt. Desperately trying to get into the lead singer’s pants. Matt chuckles and gently pushes Brian away, the older man whines, giving Matt the best puppy eyes he can muster. He is so focused on Matt that he doesn’t realize Johnny and Zacky coming up behind him. Brian lets out a surprised yelp when Johnny kicks his knees in, forcing him to fall to the floor. Johnny and Zacky join Matt in front of Brian, smirking down at the guitarist. Brian looks up from the floor, putting his hands on his knees and glaring at the three men. 

“Why do you guys have to be such dicks?” 

“Only returning the favor, sweetheart.” Johnny winks at him. A small whine slips past Brian’s lips, he squeezes his legs together in hopes of hiding how aroused he is right now. “You know, we kept drinking… Didn’t know how many times we would have to do the shoot.” Johnny chuckles as he looks at Brian. The guitarist gulps, not really sure where this is going. “You surely wouldn’t mind helping us out, now would you Syn?” 

“What do you mean?” Brian curses himself for his voice coming out so weak. Johnny glances at Matt and Zacky who are smirking at each other. Johnny can’t help but feel some sort of power flowing through his veins, Brian literally had no idea. He steps closer to Brian, unbuckling his pants. Brian’s eyes widen as he looks at the bassist. Sure they have fucked before but Brian always fought to be on top, he didn’t want to give up to Johnny. He couldn’t give up control to Johnny, not to the younger member, to the smaller member, to the one who bottoms for the rest of the band. 

“Oh don’t worry about it, you already know what I taste like.” Johny smirks. He can see the cogs working in Brian’s head, he chuckles softly. He leans down, ruffling his friend’s hair. “Did you think that just Mattie pissed in the bottle? Wow you must be going dumb, sweetheart.” 

Brian looks between the three men, his cock growing impossibly harder. They had fucking tricked him. Matt had promised that he would be the only one to piss in the bottle, that he wouldn’t make Brian drink any of the other’s piss. He knows he should feel betrayed, he should feel hurt at the very least but he doesn’t. His dick is thinking for him for the most part and he is enjoying what Johnny is bringing to the table. And who knows maybe he’ll manage to top Johnny again this time.

Johnny pulls down his pants and boxers just for his semi-hard cock to spring free. Brian finds himself scooting closer to the bassist, eyes hooked to his cock. Johnny guides his cock to Brian’s mouth, resting the tip on the guitarist’s lips. Brian looks up at him with big puppy eyes, his hands finding their home on Johnny’s thighs. He is so caught up in looking at Johnny that he doesn’t see Zacky pulling out his phone, setting up to record this. 

“Be a good boy and open your mouth, Synner.” Johnny’s voice is lower than any of the men had heard before, it sends a shiver of pleasure down the spines of all three men. As much as Brian would love to be a brat, Johnny’s voice has him complying instantly. Johnny smiles down at the older man, he is so used to Brian putting up some sort of fight so it is a very nice change for the guitarist to be obedient for once. Brian darts his tongue over the head of Johnny’s cock, looking up at the bassist with his big doe eyes. 

Johnny threads one of his hands through Brian’s hair, holding his head steady as he guides just the tip of his cock into Brian’s mouth. The guitarist wants to close his lips around the cock resting on his tongue but he can’t bring himself to, not without Johnny’s permission. Johnny gently rubs Brian scalp with his thumb, cooing down at him,

“Look at that. Didn’t know you could be so obedient Bri.” He smiles at Brian. “I have to say it suits you.” 

Brian wants to bite back, to say something snarky but his cock is nearly busting out of his pants at Johnny’s words. Johnny continues rubbing Brian’s scalp until he feels his cock twitch. He knows that Brian felt it and the guitarist knows what is about to come and he is exhilarated. Johnny lets out a soft sigh as he finally lets go, pissing into his long time friend’s mouth. He should probably feel bad about this, maybe even a little guilty. But it’s quite the opposite, he is turned on beyond belief and already thinking about the next time he gets to do this. 

“Close your eyes, sweetheart.” He mumbles out. Brian obeys, closing his eyes. Johnny pulls his cock out of Brian’s mouth, aiming it at his face. Brian tries to moan as best he can with his mouth full of piss as Johnny’s stream hits his cheeks. His hands tighten around Johnny’s thighs, he desperately gulps down the liquid in his mouth so he can try to catch more of the bassist’s stream. Johnny, Matt and Zacky can’t help but chuckle softly, who knew that Brian would be such a slut for piss. Johnny’s stream slows down making Brian whine, as embarrassing as it is to admit he doesn’t want it to end. 

“Good dog.” Johnny chuckles as he ruffles Brian’s hair. The guitarist moans loudly, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. He shrinks in on himself a little bit, pulling away from Johnny. Matt laughs loudly, Brian had literally just drunk piss and yet here he is embarrassed because he got called a dog. Brian pouts softly, not liking that he is being laughed at. Zacky steps forward making Johnny move out of the way as he pulls up his pants. Zacky threads his hand through Brian’s short hair, tugging it harshly so Brian is forced to look at him.

“Keep your eyes on us, Bri. We would hate to punish you.” Zacky smiles sinisterly at the lead guitarist. Brian nods, trembling with excitement. Zacky keeps his hand in Brian’s hair as he skillfully gets his pants down with one hand. He doesn’t even have to ask Brian to open his mouth, his smile grows at how obedient the lead guitarist is being. Brian expects him to do what Johnny did and put the head of his cock in Brian’s mouth but it never comes. Zacky aims his cock at Brian’s open mouth, he doesn’t think that the guitarist deserves to actually feel his cock right now, not after Brian had been such a bitch to him the past few days. 

“Fuck there we go.” Zacky says softly as he starts peeing. Brian desperately tries to catch all of it in his mouth but a good amount spills down his chin and onto his chest. Zacky gently tugs on his hair, trying to get Brian to stay still. Brian pushes his palm onto his clothed cock, trying to bring some pleasure to himself. 

“Brian.” Matt says sternly. Speaking for the first time since getting in the house. Brian squeaks softly, immediately pulling his hand away from his cock. All three of the younger men smile, they don’t know what has changed with Brian but they can’t deny that his obedience is arousing. Zacky moves his cock so he can piss on Brian’s chest, marking him in a spot that Johnny hadn’t. Brian whines, giving Zacky puppy eyes. As much as being marked is hot to him, he would rather be drinking his friend’s piss. 

Once Zacky is done he carefully tucks his dick away. He leans down over Brian, tapping the guitarist’s lips. Brian opens his mouth, not knowing what to expect from Zacky. Zacky spits in Brian’s mouth before forcing his jaw closed.

“Swallow.” Brian obeys, swallowing Zacky’s spit before opening his mouth to prove that he had done it. Zacky gently pets his hair, “Good girl, Bri.” 

Brian’s cheeks turn bright red, cursing silently. Matt and Johnny glance at each other, they didn’t know that Brian liked being called a girl but now that they did it is going to be hell for Brian. Zacky steps back, zipping his pants up. Matt steps forward, towering over Brian. The lead singer has a sly smirk on his face, 

“You gonna be a good girl for me, Synner?” Brian’s cock twitches at the tone of Matt’s voice. God he is never going to live this down but he isn’t exactly mad about it. He nods up at his lover, Matt smiles, “You better fucking be.” 

Matt motions to his pants, Brian perks up moving closer to Matt. He quickly undos the fly of Matt’s jeans, pulling them down along with Matt’s boxers. He looks up at the singer for permission to touch Matt’s cock. Matt chuckles and nods. Brian excitedly puts one of his hands around the base of Matt’s cock, bringing the head into his mouth. He naively thinks that Matt will let him have some form of dominance. Just as Matt starts to piss he plugs Brian’s nose closed. The guitarist’s eyes widen and he tries to pull back a little. Matt growls, roughly grabbing the back of Brian’s head, forcing him to stay on his cock. 

Brian tries to calm his breath as he drinks. Matt smirks down at him, the singer shoves his foot between Brian’s thighs, pressing on his cock. Brian almost goes limp from the sudden pleasure, moaning around Matt’s cock. 

“Fucking desperate little mutt you are.” He chuckles down at Brian. Even if he could Brian wouldn’t disagree. He grabs Matt’s thigh with his free hand, clinging to the singer. At this point he doesn’t care that he can’t breathe, that piss is dripping out of his mouth and onto his chin. All he can think about is how if Matt presses just a little harder he would be able to come. Matt smiles down at Brian, god he looks beautiful like this Matt thinks. Brian sucks on the head of Matt’s cock, trying to milk any last drops of piss out of his lover.

Brian’s wishes would be met when Matt presses his foot harder on Brian’s cock. It was meant to be a warning to the guitarist but it doesn’t have the desired effect. Brian moans loudly around Matt’s cock, coming in his pants without hesitation. Johnny and Zacky laugh, there is no way that Brian had just orgasmed from that. Matt growls, pulling away from Brian quickly. Brian manages to catch himself before he hits the floor, panting from both his orgasm and lack of oxygen. His cheeks are redder than a tomato but he could care less, after hours of being harder than a fucking rock he finally came. 

Matt, Zacky, and Johnny whisper to each other, trying to decide if they should punish the older man or not. Brian finally calms down, whining softly as he pushes back so he can look at the three men. Okay so Matt was definitely right earlier, he is worse than a bitch in heat.

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