#avenged sevenfold headers

[alexagirlie]

It's Duncan Idaho and I can be a slut if I want to be

A/N: I was still learning how to write when I wrote this series, please ignore the horrible grammar.

Song featured in the story is "Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold

(Series Masterlist)

Header and art by me, divider by @cafekitsune

Fandom: Dune

Pairing: Groupie Paul / Musician Duncan

Rating: E

Words: 5,3k

Summary: Paul had spent many hours daydreaming about those muscles, what they would feel like under his hands and mouth. Hours spent touching himself to shirtless photoshoots and imagining all the things he wanted to do to Duncan. To have Duncan do to him.

TWs: band au. Tattoo'd paul. Tattoo'd duncan. M/M sex. Rimming. Anal fingering. Anal sex. Oral sex. Age Difference. Size Difference. Strength kink.

Taglist: @softhecreator @almostg @gatoenlaciudad

The beat of the bass pulsed so deep and so loud that it felt like a heartbeat in Paul's chest. Lights flashed and changed, red, blue, purple, yellow. Bodies pressed against his back, jostling him into the barrier at his front. Even so Paul couldn't contain the excitement that had built in his bones, built in his blood at finally being able to see one of his favourite bands live in concert.

He had been a fan of the Blades of Gintaz since he first heard them on the radio 5 years ago when he was 16. He had immediately ran out and bought all their albums and spent the following 6 months listening to nothing else. (He also developed a teeny tiny crush on their lead guitarist.)

The first song of their set finished and the opening chords of his favourite song rang out. Paul joined in the cheer that sounded through the crowd, hands in the air and closed his eyes to really feel the rhythm in his bones.

Paul let the lyrics flow through him, mouthing along with the words.

"Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head. Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid. Children roam the streets now orphans of war. Bodies hangin' in the streets to adore"

Something about this song just spoke to Paul, he could never explain it to people. The combination of the lyrics and the layers of instrumental work struck a chord in him.

"Royal flames will carve a path in chaos.

Bringing daylight to the night (night).

Death is riding into town with armor.

They've come to take all your rights."

"Hail to the King

Hail to the one

Kneel to the crown

Stand in the sun

Hail to the King

(Hail, hail, hail)

(The King)"

Following the chorus Paul opens his eyes just in time for all the spotlights to land on the lead guitarist, Duncan Idaho, as he rips into his solo. Paul was close enough he could see the sweat sliding down Duncan's neck, already sticking his shirt to his sculpted pecs and abs. His thick nimble fingers flew across the strings, playing flawlessly.

Paul had spent many hours daydreaming about those muscles, what they would feel like under his hands and mouth. Hours spent touching himself to shirtless photoshoots and imagining all the things he wanted to do to Duncan. To have Duncan do to him.

The first time Paul had fingered himself it was imagining those thick ring covered fingers in place of his own. It was the most intense orgasm of his teenage life. He had quickly improved upon it, getting very good at finding his prostate.

The first time he had used a toy was after a solo photoshoot Duncan had done where he was shirtless and wet in most of the photos. Paul had slid a dildo into his ass and used it to fuck himself to an orgasm so strong his release hit his chin. All without putting a single hand on his cock. (Okay so it may be more than just a crush, but Paul wasn't about to tell anyone that.)

Paul had saved for months to afford the tickets to see Blades of Gintaz and had managed to score himself a VIP pass. The passes gave the carrier early access to the venue so Paul was able to stake out a good spot right on the rails and a meet and greet with the band after the show ended. He had even taken a moment to snap a selfie in front of the stage during sound check. He couldn't wait to post it and about the concert after the show closed.

Paul gets lost in the music, gets lost in the lights and the feeling in his chest that threatens to explode. He closes his eyes, tilts his head back with a wide carefree grin on his face and just moves. It was euphoric.

Finally, with chants of encore encore encore the band plays their last song of the night. An epic ballad which was the perfect choice to wind the crowd down. At one point Duncan was stationed right at the front of the stage, head bent and fingers flying over the strings. He looks up through his hair and Paul could have sworn his gaze locked onto Paul's. But that would be a crazy fan level of delusion and Paul refused to be that brand of fan boy. (He wasn't crazy, Duncan had noticed the beautiful Twink in the front row and couldn't help making brief eye contact.)

The song ends and the show comes to a close. The front woman thanks the crowd and the venue and the band makes their way off stage. Paul makes his way to the entrance of the VIP area, flashes his pass and is let into the meet and greet area. About a dozen other people filter in behind him. They had been allowed to leave any bags in the room prior to the show starting so Paul headed to where he left his and pulled out two magazines.

One magazine had a group shot of the band on the front cover and was a safe bet to have them all sign. The second was the magazine which contained his favourite photoshoot of Duncan and had fueled many of his late night fantasies. He hoped he could have Duncan sign this one too.

Paul was almost vibrating with a mix of excitement and nerves as the members of the band began filtering into the room. It was an informal meet and greet, pass holders were encouraged to mingle freely and the band members were to make their rounds.

Paul gets autographs from the lead singer, bassit, second guitarist and the drummer all before Duncan makes his appearance. Duncan appeared to be freshly showered, hair damp and hanging loose around his neck and broad shoulders. He was dressed in a pair of tight baby pink pants, a white long sleeve Henley with the sleeves pushed up showing his forearms and his shark teeth tattoo. He had a thin pink scarf hanging around his neck, just a few shades darker than his pants.

Paul felt his jeans tighten as he registered what Duncan was wearing and he wanted to drop to his knees right then and there and beg for Duncan cock down his throat. He had to turn away and give himself a moment to calm down, taking deep breaths and thinking about anything other than blowing the man of his wet dreams. He runs a hand through his messy curls then tries to sublely adjust his hard cock so it wasn't obviously straining the front of his jeans. (He failed.)

Duncan couldn't get the face of the dark haired twink out of his head after the show closed. He went so far as to wrap a hand around himself in the shower, needing an outlet after the energy of the show and pictured those red lips wrapped around his cock. Got him off in record time.

He hurried to get dried off and dressed and rushed off to the area they had set up for the meet and greet. He shouldn't keep the fans waiting, they had paid good money to meet everyone.

Entering the room he could feel eyes on him, heavy as a caress down his body. Looking around the room he sees that same twink, obviously checking him out before quickly spinning around to put his back to the door and messing with his clothes and hair.

Duncan took the opportunity to give the guy a good once over, now able to see more than just his face from the concert floor. He was wearing skin tight white jeans tucked into black ankle boots and an oversized black knit sweater finished off the look. His hair was a wild mess of curls which he was only making messier by running his fingers through it.

His ass looked amazing and Duncan could only imagine what it would look like spread around his cock. He had a feeling it would be a spectacular view. He saw the twink adjust himself and grinned. He had a feeling if he played his cards right that he was going to have company in his hotel room tonight.

He needed to make his rounds with the other VIP pass holders first then he would make his move.

Paul turned back to face the room after attempting to make himself presentable to see Duncan making his rounds through the other VIP guests. He seems to be taking several minutes with each person, making sure to have a real conversation with them. It was something that Paul had always admired about Duncan, he seemed to genuinely appreciate his fans.

Paul kills time by helping himself to a complimentary soda and flipping through one of his magazines. He feels the very air shift and looks up and comes face to chest with the pec muscles that wet dreams were made of. He looked up further until he could meet Duncan's beautiful deep brown eyes.

They exchange the standard pleasantries, Paul introducing himself, Duncan asking what he thought of the night's set list. Paul can't help but flirt a little, letting Duncan know how much he enjoys his playing. Complimenting his fashion choices, not all guys can pull off baby pink after all. His eyes kept catching on Duncan's mouth as he was talking or on the light dusting of chest hair Paul can see peeking out the unbuttoned top of his Henley.

Eventually one of venues staff reminds everyone that their time is coming to an end and to finish up. Paul finally hands over the two magazines for Duncan to sign. Duncan is quick with the first magazine but takes special care with the one containing his solo spread. He has it open to a page in the middle and is writing a message Paul cannot see before closing it and handing it back.

"It was nice meeting you Paul"

"It was nice meeting you too"

They said goodnight and Duncan left with the rest of his band mates while the VIP guests were ushered out. Paul gathers up the rest of his belongings, feeling like he is on cloud nine. He had just met Duncan Idaho and it was amazing and mind blowing. He leaves the concert hall and steps out into the warm summer night when he pauses to look over what was written on his magazines. The group cover had the standard, nice to meet you message and signature, the other magazine however had the most peculiar message on it.

Duncan had signed it then right below that it read; 'Turn to page 52'

Paul flipped to the page in question, which was right in the middle of Duncan's photoshoot, to see another message scrawled across what was coincidentally his favourite image. Duncan was sitting on the beach, leaning back while the surf rushed up over his legs and groins. His shorts were clinging to him like a second skin and left little to the imagination. His chest was bare and gleamed in the sun, hair loose and wild around his face and shoulders. His brown eyes staring directly into the camera.

Paul read the message, couldn't believe what was written so had to read it again. Then a third time before it really sank in.

'Your the most beautiful thing I have seen in a long time. I would love to see more of you. Come to room 2022 at Hotel Arrakeen. I'll be waiting'.

Paul still couldn't quite believe it, he was being propositioned by Duncan Idaho, by the guy that sparked his bisexual panic and that he jerks off to at least twice a week. It was unreal, there was no way it was actually happening. (It was).

Paul debated with himself, should he go to the hotel, or should he just go home. Chock it up to a dream fueled by the joint he smoked before the show and adrenaline. Does he really want to be that fan, that sleeps with a band member or leave. (Guess which one he picks)

A fifteen minute walk later and Paul finds himself in the lobby of Hotel Arrakeen, hurrying past the luckily empty reception desk and hoping no one catches him. He wasn't sure what he would tell anyone if he was seen sneaking in. He gets into the elevator and presses the button for the 20th floor. As the elevator starts to move Paul is still debating with himself. He couldn't help but wonder to himself if he wasn't being a bit of a whore? It WAS Duncan Idaho, anyone else who was in his place would do the same wouldn't they? With that body, those eyes and the rumor that he was an absolute animal in bed you would be dumb to miss out on the chance. Paul hoped Duncan was a real beast in bed.

Paul's over eager dick ended up deciding for him, it was Duncan fucking Idaho, whom he has spent a quarter of his life jerking off too. He can be a giant slut if he goddamn wants to be. He will never get another opportunity like this.

Decision made Paul exits the elevator and turns down the hallway to room 2022. He knocks on the door, rocking on his heels, trying not to let the butterflies in his stomach get in the way of his horny determination. He can hear soft footsteps coming from within the room and then the door swings open revealing Duncan in all his glory. Duncan who had stripped off his Henley and is now in a low cut white tank top, glorious muscular arms and chest full on display.

Paul freezes for a minute, eyes running down Duncan's form, chest down to bare toes then back up to meet his gaze. He can't help but grin a little bit, licking his lips nervously.

Luckily Duncan is not so intimidated, he grabs a fist full of Paul's sweater and pulls him bodily into the room, kicking the door closed behind them.

Paul finds himself pressed firmly against the inside of the hotel door. His head bracketed between strong muscled biceps and forearms with Duncan a warm weight against his front. Paul tips his head back against the door with a thunk and meets Duncan gaze with heavy lidded green eyes. His heart was pounding.

Duncan's voice was a low rumble "This okay?" One of his hands moved from the door to rest on the curve of Paul's neck, his thumb pressing firmly against the hinge of his jaw.

Paul felt his cock harden to the point of painfulness in his jeans at the firm touch, at the possessiveness of the hold and at the fact that Duncan was asking for verbal consent. That even though Paul had shown up to his room he did not take it to mean that Paul wanted his touch.

Paul reached out and hooked his fingers in the belt loops of Duncan pants, "Yes Please," he answered, his desire obvious in his voice. He was so hard and his underwear was soaked from the precome leaking from his cock.

He pulled Duncan the last step needed to completely close the distance between their bodies. Pressing them together from chest to groin. Paul moaned at the feeling of Duncan erection pressing up against his own, it felt huge and he couldn't wait to get his mouth on it.

Duncan closes the distance between their mouths and lays a few slow closed mouthed kisses to Paul's lips. His beard scratches pleasantly against Paul's face. His stomach jumps and tightens as Duncan runs his tongue across his bottom lip, nipping at one of his snakebites. The hand on Paul's jaw slides around and cups the back of his neck, angling his head just so. He opens his mouth and the kiss deepens. Tongues sliding together and teeth nipping and panting gasping breaths.

Paul feels Duncan's thigh press up between his legs, making Paul's hips grind down helplessly. Duncan pulled on the hair under his fingers and it all felt so good. Paul couldn't help letting out several moans and high pitched whines.

Duncan breaks away from Paul long enough to pull his tank off, muscles in his arms and shoulders rippling. Paul helped by pushing the material up his stomach and chest. He then steps back into Paul's space to help Paul pull his sweater up over his head, his shirt following shortly after. His hair tousled into wild curls around his face.

Duncan grabs Paul around the waist and they stumble over to the bed, Paul pushing Duncan down to sit on the edge before dropping to his knees between Duncans spread legs and working on his belt. He throws it to the floor beside him then pops the button. He bites lip and pulls the zipper down. Duncan's hard cock springs up against his stomach, Paul's mouth watering as he takes in the bead of precome already forming at the tip and the gleam of metal. Metal barbells, not only is Duncan hung he has his fucking cock pierced.

"Fuck your cock is even better then I imagined" The words slip out of Paul's mouth before he can think better of it. He flushes a little when Duncan lets out a deep rumbling chuckle.

Duncan leaned back on his palms and looked down at Paul in amusement. "Spent much time thinking about my dick have we?" He asks Paul, seeming to be genuinely interested in the answer.

"I'm here aren't I? I think it's implied I've thought about what your dick looks like" was Paul's cheeky response.

Despite how eager he was Paul starts off slowly. He takes Duncan's cock in hand, giving it a single stroke and an almost chaste kiss to the tip drawing a groan out of Duncan's throat. That single kiss turns into a series of open mouthed kisses that Paul lays wetly down the length of Duncan's cock. When he gets to the base he sucks Duncan's balls into his mouth, one after the other, drawing another loud groan out of the man in front of him. The sound made Paul throb in his jeans.

Paul wants to pull more noises out of Duncan so he spends several minutes alternating between each sac before he licks a wet stripe up the underside of Duncan cock. When he gets to the top he wraps his lips around the tip and gives it a lazy suckle. Paul lets out a moan of his own at the taste as a spurt of precome pools on his tongue.

Duncan gets both hands in Paul's wild mess of hair trying not to pull on his curls, just holding, grounding himself. Paul releases Duncan cock with a pop and looks up at him through his lashes, licking his lips.

"You can pull my hair if you want" He suggests to the bigger man "It gets me hot."

Duncan grinned down at the younger man "Oh is that so, like this then?" Duncan tightened his fingers in the curls, pulling hard enough to make Paul's scalp sting and pull a pained gasp out of his mouth.

Paul nods eagerly, relishing in the pull as he does so, then gets his mouth back around Duncan cock. This time sinking down, down until it hits the back of his throat and he gags a little. He takes a slow breath through his nose, relaxing his throat and trying to sink further down, desperately wanting to swallow the whole thing. He can't quite manage but he does his best.

A few minutes go by like this, with the wet sounds of Paul's mouth as it glides over Duncan's cock. One of Paul's hands jacking the parts his mouth cannot reach, the other hand sliding down and palming firmly at Duncan's balls. Paul figures Duncan must be enjoying himself based on the sounds and words escaping his mouth.

"That's good, take it all down."

"Your mouth feels so good baby."

Duncan hips start to move, making shallow aborted thrusts. Paul takes note and pulls back so just the tip of Duncan cock is still in his mouth. He freezes there, very gently sucking and looks up at Duncan through the fringe of his hair, waiting to see if Duncan will take the bait. He places his hands on his thighs, fingers clenched in the material.

Duncan growls out a low fuck and twists hard on the handful he has of Paul's hair before using it as a handle to pull Paul's mouth down to meet his slow upward thrust. "Want me to fuck your mouth baby?"

He waits for Paul's answering nod and moan then starts to thrust, slow and shallow. As Paul relaxes into the rhythm he soon starts to pick up speed and fuck deeper into Paul's throat. Paul's eyes are wet and he is moaning continuously. One of his hands moved from his thighs to press firmly against his hard cock through his jeans. He doesn't even care about the bite of metal as he presses down, just needing to relieve the pressure.

Duncan pulled Paul off his cock, a line of precome and saliva connecting it to Paul's panting mouth. Hands still in his hair he pulls Paul up and claims his mouth in a deep devouring kiss. He uses his hold in black curls to bring them both to their feet then let's go to get his hands under Paul's thighs, lifting him up off the ground. Paul throws his arms around Duncan neck. Wraps his legs around Duncan's waist, completely overwhelmed by how strong Duncan is.

Without breaking the kiss Duncan turns around and crawls onto the bed, Paul still cradled in his arms. He tips them onto the bed and they spend several more minutes kissing heavily. Hips grinding and hands wandering over flesh. Paul can feel the beard burn forming down his neck and chest. Finally Duncan pulls back, staring down at Paul.

"Take off your pants" comes the gruff command, striking just the right authoritative tone to make Paul pliant and obedient. He was quick to obey, hands scrambling at his button and zipper, getting his pants undone and pushed down over his hips. Duncan was there helping him peel them down and off his long legs, dropping his jeans on the floor. He wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"That's a good boy"

Paul was positive that he had never been so turned on in his life. His cock was an angry red and it was drooling a continuous stream of precome onto his stomach. It gave a twitch at the praise and his face flushed. He watched appreciatively as Duncan made quick work of his own pants and briefs, dropped them to the floor. He gave himself a few strokes and Paul's brain shorts out at the visual.

Duncan crawls back up the bed and between Paul's sprawled legs, his hard cock hanging huge and purple at the tip. His piercing glistening in the low light with Paul's saliva. Duncan runs his hands up the inside of Paul thighs, thumbs digging in wonderfully, spreading them wider and slotting himself better in between.

"What do you want Paul?"

Paul pulled his eyes away from their focus on Duncan's massive cock and met his gaze. "I want your cock inside me, I want you to fuck me so hard I limp for a week"

Duncan grinned at Paul wolfishly "I can do that pretty boy, I can do that". Duncan gets his hands under Paul's knees and pushes them up. When he met no resistance he kept pushing until Paul's knees hit his chest. Leaving Paul's hole spread and exposed to the warm air of the room. Paul can feel Duncan's gaze on him, hungry and appreciative.

"Hold them open for me, that's a good boy"

Paul's flush is spreading down his neck and chest but he hooks his knees over his elbows and holds himself open for Duncan. Who has leaned over the side of the bed and is rifling around in the side table drawer. After a minute he pulls out a tube of lube and a condom. He drops both on the bed before leaning over Paul and running his tongue along his taint causing Paul to moan and squirm. Rimming was one of Paul's favourite activities to have done to his ass.

Duncan spent several minutes eating Paul out before he reached out blindly, grabbing for the tube of lube. Popping the cap he liberally coats his fingers in the slick substance before sliding the first one in beside his tongue. It sinks into the first knuckle easily, Paul having been opened up quite nicely on Duncan's tongue.

Duncan quickly works up to three fingers and Paul is a writhing mess. His cock and stomach are soaking with precome and he is rocking back against Duncan's fingers as much as his position allows. Duncan pulls away briefly, manhandling Paul up over his lap. Lining his fingers back up with Paul's hole he pushes all 3 back in, using his other hand to encourage Paul to rock his hips.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Paul groaned out as he chases the feeling of Duncan's fingers inside of him. They were pressing against his prostate with each thrust and twist of his fingers, sending sparks of pleasure up his spine and making his toes curl. His orgasm was approaching at a rapid pace.

"Could you go again?" Duncan kept up the quick pace of his fingers but angled them to miss Paul's prostate, to draw out the moment and not let Paul cum.

It took Paul a minute as his mind was fuzzy with pleasure and stalled orgasm. "What?" The word was almost a whine.

"If I let you get off now, could you cum again while I was fucking you?"

"Yes, yes please! Let me cum, please" Paul begged, hips moving, riding Duncan fingers trying to get them deeper inside him, back to where he wanted them most "Please!"

The last please was almost a wail and Duncan listened, adjusting the angle of his fingers inside of Paul. Making sure to nail his prostate each time, drawing the most beautiful sounds out of Paul. He was so close, practically bouncing to meet Duncan's fingers, his hole clenching like a vice.

"Good, I want you to cum, right now"

And Paul did, he tossed his head back, curls flying, and his whole body tensed up as he came so hard he splattered up to his chin with his release. He whined at the over stimulation as Duncan was still moving his fingers slowly, milking his orgasm for as long as possible.

"Good Boy"

Duncan tipped Paul over onto his back then leaned over Paul and licked a line of his release up off his stomach. He licked his lips and grinned up at Paul. "You taste good".

Duncan was relentless, barely letting Paul catch his breath before helping him turn over on his knees and had him grip the bars of the head board. He takes a minute to slip the condom on and lube up before his hands grip Paul's hips, adjusting him so his ass is extended. Duncan laid a line of kisses down his spine, paying special attention to the lines of the tattoo along his spine. Thumbs digging into the skin just below where Paul had his lower back pierced.

Chest pressed to back Duncan lines his cock up with Paul's slick opening. Letting just the tip catch on his rim before withdrawing, the metal barbell surprising cold against his skin. Paul moans desperately, push back against Duncan cock, trying to get him to stop teasing him.

Finally Duncan sank the first couple of inches into Paul and it was everything Paul had fantasized about. Duncan's cock was hot and hard and filled him just right. It burned as he slowly sunk another few inches in and Paul's eyes rolled into the back of his head. His hands were gripping Paul's hips like a vice and Paul hoped he would come away from this night with a few finger shaped bruises.

Duncan bottoms out inside Paul and pauses, breath coming heavy against the back of Paul's neck. He pulls his cock out a few inches before slowing pushing back in, letting Paul adjust and stretch around his girth. The piercing an odd pleasurable sensation sliding against Paul's walls.

As Paul relaxes and starts to push back against each thrust Duncan picks up speed. Soon he is setting a punishing pace, hard and deliberate against Paul's prostate. His grip on Paul's hips pulling him back to meet each thrust. Soon he had Paul begging again, the pleasure being unrelenting and his orgasm just out of reach. All the needed was a touch to out him over.

Duncan slid one hand around to grab Paul's renewed erection stroking him hard and fast. He bites down on Paul's right shoulder and Paul is coming again, screaming his release. Come staining the headboard and the bed below him.

Duncan slows the movement of his hips to a stop, "Think you can do one more?" He asks in Paul's ear. Hand petting over Paul's stomach, rubbing his spend into his skin. He kisses the mark left by his teeth while Paul catches his breath, muscles unclenching one by one.

Paul nods weakly and lets himself be manhandled by Duncan again. They end up with Duncan laying back and Paul over his lap, sinking down on his cock. Paul braces himself on Duncan's knees and lets himself be guided into a slow grind. He is whining high in his throat from the over sensitivity. He probably needed a few more minutes but he wanted desperately to be good for Duncan.

Paul wants to be praised and to be called a good boy again in Duncan's deep voice. As the sensitivity goes away and he gets his wind back Paul begins riding Duncan in earnest. Duncan has his head thrown back, his hair a wild mess across the pillows, eyes closed in concentration. He is chasing his own orgasm now and Paul is just along for the ride. A hole for him to use.

Paul is so focused on getting Duncan to that point that his third orgasm takes him by surprise. Surging up from nowhere and making him seize up, losing his balance and tipping face first into Duncan's chest, completely overwhelmed. He has nothing left in him so only a few drops of cum dribble out and drip onto Duncan's stomach.

His body locks up around Duncan and it takes two, three more thrusts of Duncan's hips before he is emptying himself into Paul, filling the condom. His groan is loud and satisfied. They lay there for several minutes, panting while Paul tried to regain feeling in his limbs.

"That…. was.. something" He pants out, breathing hard against Duncan's neck. He can feel the chuckle in Duncan's chest, rumbling under his check.

"That is was my boy" Duncan agrees, rubbing his hands up and down Paul's back "that it was."

Once they have cooled down and caught their breath Duncan dumps Paul gently onto the bed and gets up to wander into the bathroom. Paul lays there, limbs all askew and watched him, appreciating the play of muscles along his back and ass. Duncan comes back, condom tossed and a wet cloth in hand which he hands over to Paul so he can make an attempt at wiping himself down. He knows he will need a hot shower to get all the cum off his body.

Duncan pulls the corner of the bed spread down and slides in. "Stay?" He asked Paul, holding an arm open in invitation.

Paul smiles, drops the dirty clothes on the floor and wiggles his way under the covers, all loosed limbed from the thorough fucking he had been given. He curls up under Duncan's arm and rests his cheek against his chest. Duncan reaches over and turns the lamp off. Snuggling down they drift off to sleep.

Guess the rumours were true, Duncan really was an animal in bed.

(In the morning they go again in the shower. Duncan brings Paul to his first orgasm of the day with just his mouth, eating him out hungrily. His second orgasm was while Duncan was buried balls deep, fucking him against the shower wall. Paul's brain shorts out every time he thinks about how strong Duncan is. After they have dried off and clothes are back on they exchanged numbers and Duncan calls Paul for booty calls whenever he is in the city. His band mates tease him relentlessly about the mystery fan he pulled. They could hear them through the hotel walls. Then boys catch feelings and secretly start dating for real, then they come out and get married and it's a huge things cause Paul is half Duncan's age but they don't give a fuck.)

Bonus art for anyone interested can be found on AO3

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As the header said, I'm Vonnie, a poc transgender woman in her 20s. I'm absolutely obsessed with music, and this blog is just my journal of how I've been enjoying it hehe. 💕

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Kendrick Lamar 9.1/10

Alesana 8.9/10

Chvrches 9.3/10

Eyes Set To Kill 9/10

Renee Phoenix 9.5/10

Bring Me The Horizon 8.5/10

From Autumn To Ashes 8.6/10

The Devil Wears Prada 8.2/10

A Day To Remember 8.3/10

Sleeping With Sirens 8.3/10

I See Stars 8.7/10

Escape The Fate 8.6/10

Senses Fail 7.7/10

Nine Inch Nails 8.5/10

Asking Alexandria 8.1/10

Saosin 9.3/10

Funeral For A Friend 8.2/10

Architects 8.2/10

Oceans Ate Alaska 9.2/10

PVRIS 8.8/10

The Number Twelve Looks Like You 8.5/10

Lindsey Stirling 9/10

Blessthefall 8.3/10

Slayer 8/10

Beartooth 8.7/10

Chunk! No, Captain Chunk! 8.5/10

Pearl Jam 8.1/10

Underoath 7.9/10

Hayley Kiyoko 9/10

Fall Out Boy 7.9/10

BTS 8.6/10

Rise Against 8.3/10

Motionless In White 8.4/10

The Used 8.1/10

Avenged Sevenfold 8.5/10

Against The Current 8.8/10

Nirvana 9.2/10

My Chemical Romance 9/10

Pierce The Veil 8.2/10

A Skylit Drive 8.4/10

Emery 8.1/10

From First To Last 8/10

Trivium 8.4/10

Tonight Alive 8.4/10

Lacuna Coil 8.2/10

The Pretty Reckless 8/10

Deftones 8.2/10

OutKast 8/10

Blink-182 7.7/10

Carcass 7.7/10

Miss May I 8.1/10

Slipknot 8.3/10

August Burns Red 8.1/10

Taking Back Sunday 7.8/10

Lamb Of God 8.1/10

Garbage 8.1/10

Nas 6.8/10

You Me At Six 7.7/10

Linkin Park 7.6/10

Parkway Drive 8.1/10

Paramore 8.3/10

Squarepusher 7.3/10

Siouxsie & The Banshees 7.5/10

Janelle Monáe 8.1/10

Metallica 6.9/10

Lorde 8.5/10

Deicide

Meshuggah 8.1/10

glass beach 9/10

Anathema

American Football 8.7/10

Mayday Parade

Taylor Swift

Four Year Strong

Green Day

Against Me!

Anthrax

System Of A Down

Volumes

Sunny Day Real Estate

Bad Religion

Threat Signal

Coheed and Cambria

Run The Jewels

Avril Lavigne

Bury Tomorrow

Suicide Silence

Sum 41

2Pac

Haste The Day 7.7/10

Hatebreed 7.7/10

Alexisonfire 7.6/10

Marina

Iwrestledabearonce

In This Moment

Cannibal Corpse

Aiden

Boys Night Out 7.7/10

Hawthorne Heights

Atreyu 7.7/10

Me on YT and a playlist with my favorite songs!

10/10 albums (so far ♥️)

Artemis (Lindsey Stirling)

Casually Dressed & Deep In Conversation (Funeral For A Friend)

The Cleansing (Suicide Silence)

Disgusting (Beartooth)

The Downward Spiral (Nine Inch Nails)

Every Open Eye (Chvrches)

From Under The Cork Tree (Fall Out Boy)

Let It Enfold You (Senses Fail)

Nevermind (Nirvana)

New Demons (I See Stars)

On Frail Wings of Vanity and Wax (Alesana)

Reach (Eyes Set To Kill)

Reign In Blood (Slayer)

Saosin (Saosin)

Stand Up and Scream (Asking Alexandria)

Steady Damage (Fit For Rivals)

Tell All Your Friends (Taking Back Sunday)

They're Only Chasing Safety (Underoath)

Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge (My Chemical Romance)

To Pimp A Butterfly (Kendrick Lamar)

Too Bad You're Beautiful (From Autumn To Ashes)

[rckstuff]

A7X collage headers

(c) chapterfourz

[randomwpsd]

like/reblog or © kclaireroses

[iconsevenfold]

tentei fazer umas headers do jimmy no formato de colagem 

*lesbakers no twitter

[mundobita]

[icnss]

like or reblog // © @bestidoI

[crusifix]

headers of Avenged Sevenfold // Clairvoyant Disease

[iconsfolde]

at bbc radio 1

©  lesbakers ou like

[theagonistsevenfold7-blog]

I made some headers. So, there are.

[twistwff]

avenged sevenfold headers

creds to @agntecarter on twitter

[novampirebrainrot]

Laito Appreciation Week 2021

Day 06: Make a playlist of songs that remind you of Laito or give you Laito vibes! (Can be happy, sad, a mixture, etc!)

Okay, today I’m bringing two songs, if I made a playlist I’d want to explain the reason why I picked each song there lol so I thought it’d be better if I just did that with two of them.

I'm bringing another avenged sevenfold song but this one, oh, this one (Scream) just have everything to do with Laito and dl as a whole.

The second one is Angels by Within Temptation, it’s a song that has been stuck inside my head and it’s the one I would serenade Laito XD.

As for the reason why I chose these two songs is behind the meaning of their lyrics, I’ll leave them under the cut because if you’re like me, someone that’s obsessed with quizzes from uquiz and you also hate reading the lyrics questions, I got you. 

So, songs under the cut, the lyrics are so associated with Laito and dl it’s easy to understand why I like to think about him while listening to them.

(read while listening to them for a greater experience, I love these songs. if you’re judging my music taste, yes, I’m angsty uwu)

SCREAM - AVENGED SEVENFOD:

"Caught up in this madness too blind to see

Woke animal feelings in me

Took over my sense and I lost control

I'll taste your blood tonight

...

Relax while you're closing your eyes to me

So warm as I'm setting you free

With your arms by your side there's no struggling

Pleasure's all mine this time

...

Cherishing, those feelings pleasuring

Cover me, unwanted clemency

Scream till there's silence

Scream while there's life left, vanishing

Scream from the pleasure, unmask your desire

Perishing

...

Some live repressing their instinctive feelings

Protest the way we're built don't point the blame on me

...

Scream, scream, scream the way you would

If I ravaged your body

Scream, scream, scream the way you would

If I ravaged your mind"

ANGELS - WITHIN TEMPTATION:

"[...]

I see the angels, I'll lead them to your door

There's no escape now, no mercy no more

No remorse 'cause I still remember

The smile when you tore me apart

...

You took my heart, deceived me right from the start

You showed me dreams, I wished they turn into real

You broke the promise and made me realize

It was all just a lie

...

Sparkling angel, I couldn't see

Your dark intentions, your feelings for me

Fallen angel, tell me why 

What is the reason, the thorn in your eye?"

(sorry for the lame headers I thought they were cute but it’s my first attempt at it, source of the last header: annicon icons and headers)

[rckstuff]

avenged sevenfold at loudwire music awards

credits (c) whofold

[art-by-jas]

Thanks @kbetacygni for the tag!! :)

1. why did you choose your url?

Oh gosh haha... It all started when my friend and I were watching the second season of the Punisher and we noticed how much he grunts and the fact that someone made a compilation of him grunting on youtube and it's like 2 to 3 minutes long hahaha. So yeah long story short.

2. any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

I used to have an art one but sorta abandoned it. @jasmine-draws

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

2012 baybeeeeee and my first post was about the band Avenged Sevenfold... wow seeing how much I changed to now being obsessed with Karate Kid is a big change haha

4. do you have a queue tag?

Nope, me being the old person I feel like I am, I didn't know what a queue was until like last year.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

I don't really know what made me get it... It just looked cool at the time I suppose but Im happy that I have it now.

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Because I love my bois so much! Little baby Ralph and Billy

7. why did you choose your header?

Because that picture of Billy speaks to me loool

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

I googled how to see what's my most popular post... no wonder it's Johnny in his gi haha

9. how many mutuals do you have?

Probably like 7? I don't really know but IM GLAD I have you guys if you reading this... YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!

10. how many followers do you have?

354 BB! Thanks for following meeee

11. how many people do you follow?

1,750 oh jeez I really have to clean up though because half of them haven't been updated in like 6 years or more.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

I mean does simping very hard over each new obsession count as shitposting?

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

EVERYDAY ALL THE TIME pretty much... I'll just leave it open when I'm on my computer doing work.

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

Nope, I try to stay friendly on all sides or hear them out... either that or my little peanut brain will forget it in a few hours.

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

I don't really pay attention to them tbh kinda just scroll past unless its one of my buddies.

16. do you like tag games?

I never really had anyone tag me in stuff till this year and I LOVE IT IT'S A LOT OF FUN

17. do you like ask games?

yep any game, I'm happy!

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

I mean we just sorta be there, none of us are really 'famous' we just lurk around tumblr waiting for more new content to consume

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

I have a few... ahem... but just know I LOVE EACH OF THEM AND WANT TO HUG

20. tags?

idk who’s done this and who hasn’t so i’ll tag: @blinkasaurus @silveristic @chaotictommy @larussosbluebomberjacket

[weloveachother]

I was tagged by @astarkey thank you for tagging me 💞

1. Why did you choose your url?

When I was creating my blog, i heard some couple on the TV yell 'but we love each other!' so i took that and wrote weloveachother as my username

2. Any side blogs?

No I don't have the time and energy to manage more than one 😂

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

10 years this November

4. Do you have a queue tag?

No

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I came across some rugby tumblr blogs while I was looking at photos of my favorite rugby players (yes I used to be into sports) and i thought this website was really interesting so i decided to join

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Because it's izzy stradlin smoking who wouldn't want that as a icon lol

7 Why did you choose your header?

I was watching the Mötley Crüe 1987 Tacoma concert and there's a part during 'Ten Seconds To Love' where Vince puts his arm around Nikki's neck/collarbone area and sort of pulls him close to him (Vince i mean) which forces Nikki to bend his kness so he can be the same height as him (Nikki is 6'2 i think and Vince is about 5'7). I thought it was funny so i decided to make a gif out of it and use it as my header (although I'm going to change it soon just fyi)

8. What's your post with the most notes?

One of my Slipknot photos got over 300 notes and my gifset of the late The Rev and Johnny Christ from Avenged Sevenfold got over 200 notes

9. How many mutuals do you have?

Around 200

10. How many followers do you have?

910

11. How many people do you follow?

Over 3000

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Plenty lol

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

Everyday but i'm only here for an hour or so

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once?

No I'm too likable for that shit nah jk 😂

15. How do you feel about 'u need to reblog this posts'?

I don't think anyone should feel pressured to reblog anything that they don't want to but for me if i feel like if it could help out people on here or could potentially save their life than i'll reblog it in a heartbeat

16. Do you like tag games?

Yeah they're fun to do 😊

17. Do you like ask games?

Some of them

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

A handful lol

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

No

[dmdoll]

For the Music ask: 1 - 7 - 16 - 20 - 22 - 45 - 59

1. what areyour favorite bands?

·      Depeche Mode

·      The Offspring

·      Avenged Sevenfold

·      Cheap Trick

·      NIN

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7. what isthe best concert you’ve ever been to?

·     NIN

·     Keith Urban

·     This last time I saw A7X justbecause of where I was sitting.

 16. whatkinds of music were you raised on?

·     70s/80s pop

 20. what wasyour first concert? if you haven’t been to one, what do you want your firstconcert to be?

·     New Kids on the Block. And no,I’m not ashamed one bit. I was 12 and they were everything at the time.

 22. singingin the shower or singing in the car?

·     I suck hard at singing, so car.

 45. name 5songs you can’t stand.

·     We Built This City

·     White Rabbit

·     Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us

·     Sara

·     Somebody to Love

(In case you can’t tell, I pretty much hateJefferson Airplane, Jefferson Starship, Starship)

 59. what doyou think the best “era” for music was?

As much as I’m a suck for my 80’s pop, best wasdefinitely the 90’s.