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[ryngeance]

[diddlyshrew]

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[suburbanblkgirll]

My favorite headcanon is that the Avenged Sevenfold Bat Country music video is in the Zones

Is it solely because the music video takes place in the desert? Yes. All the craziness in the music video? Then simply partied a little too hard, or that���s just how Zone Four usually is, nobody questions it really.

I can just imagine the Fab Four passing by them and going “🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏽🧍🏼” Cause come on, why do you have a whole freaking pet octopus living in your tub??? 😭😭 in the middle of the desert nonetheless… THEN AGAIN IT’S ZONE FOUR so they don’t question it

Party Poison doesn’t like Synyster Gates, and insists there’s a “bad feeling” about him (He stole their parking spot once and now they’re forever salty about that)

[audsevenfoldism]

[deathbatcountry]

SOMETIMES OUR SAINTS ARE SINNERS they blur the lines and lead the way

[duckduckjimmy]

[batcvntry]

synyster gates x ftm!reader [lips like licorice, tongue like candy]

rating| mature

word count| 2,403

warnings| Drug Use, Getting High, First Kiss, Making out, Grinding, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants

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“Come here, sweetheart.” Synyster calls to you with his hands. You giggle as you bound over to him, he grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap. Your cheeks flush light red as you wiggle to get more comfortable. His hands find their home on your hips for now, his eyes hooked to you as the rest of the guys get comfortable around the room. Zacky hands Syn a joint and a lighter,

“No fair, he gets the biggest one.” Matt whines out. 

“Hey, I’m teaching the kid how to smoke.” Syn bites back, looking past you at Matt. His lips curl up, “Besides I doubt we’ll use all of it. You can have it when we’re done, if you don’t mind my seconds.” Matt cheers happily, Syn turns his attention back to you to see that you have crossed arms and are glaring at him. “What?”

“I am not a kid.” 

“Oh yes you are.” He ruffles your hair, “You’re the youngest. Plus I have to teach you how to smoke properly. So yea, kid.” You stick your tongue out at him, his eyes harden oh so slightly but you notice. “Keep this up and I’m not teaching you shit.” 

You immediately step down, whispering a soft apology to him. He smiles, rubbing your thigh as a silent way to accept your apology. You watch intently as he brings the joint up to his mouth, lighting it with one hand. He takes a few small puffs, blowing the smoke to the side so it doesn’t end up in your face. You look at him expectantly, waiting for him to hand you the joint.  

He takes a bigger hit and you finally think that he is going to hand you the joint but instead he gently grabs your chin and forces your head down a little. Your eyes widen as he presses his lips against yours, you grab his shirt pulling him closer. There is chuckling from around you but you pay it no mind. Syn moves his hand so he can force open your mouth. You can’t help but let out a small moan as the smoke hits your tongue. Syn pulls away, a small smirk on his face as he looks at you. You carefully blow the smoke out to the side before looking back at him with lust in your eyes. You exchange a silent conversation about if you want to go again and you nod so he repeats his movements. Taking a hit, putting his lips on yours and blowing the smoke into your mouth. 

“Jesus, I thought you were supposed to be teaching him how to smoke, not make out with him.” Matt cackles. Your cheeks flush bright red and you hide your face behind your hands. Synyster flips Matt off before gently prying your hands away from your face. 

“Don’t worry about them, sweetheart. Just focus on me.” You nod, biting your lip softly as you gaze at Syn. “Do you want to try hitting it yourself?” You shake your head fast causing him to chuckle. So he takes another hit before once again repeating his movements.

Soon the smell of weed has filled the basement of the beach house you guys are renting. Syn puts the mostly smoked joint to the side on an ashtray. He rubs your hips before his hands settle on your lower back, dangerously close to your ass. Somewhere along the line someone had put a cd on, the unmistakable sound of the Beastie Boys echoing around the room. You rest your head on Syn’s shoulder, giggling softly as you realize that your high is hitting. Syn absentmindedly traces the waistband of your shorts making you whine softly and hide your face in his neck. Bad idea. Your nose is assaulted with his familiar scent, you grab his shirt, burying your face deeper in his neck. God if you weren’t high off of the weed, you are definitely high off of his scent. 

Syn’s chest rumbles as he talks to the boys, not that you are paying any attention to any of them. The only thing you can think about is how good Syn smells and the pulsing in your pussy. Your hips move on their own accord, you blush brightly as you realize that you are subtly grinding against Synster. But you can’t fucking stop, not when it feels so good. Besides it was pretty dark in the basement so it’s not like anyone would see what’s going on. 

Your body acts on its own, you don’t realize what you are doing until your lips are on Syn’s, and he’s not pushing you away…. He’s not pushing you away. You deepen the kiss as he moves his hands so he is cupping your ass and pulls you closer to him. You whine as your clit rubs against your shorts. You gently cup his cheeks, pulling him impossibly closer to you. It sounds so fucking cliche but it’s like the rest of the world fades into the background, the only thing you can think about is Synyster. You don’t even notice that you start to grind against him again, grinding against his already forming erection. 

“Wow sweetheart. Was I that good with the smoke that you had to come back for more?” He chuckles as he pulls away from the kiss. You growl playfully,

“Shut up.” And before he can respond, your lips are back on his. Little do you know Zacky had pulled out his phone, taking a few photos so he’ll have proof when he tells you what you did tomorrow. Syn slips his tongue into your mouth causing you to moan oh so pitifully. You can feel his lips twitch into a smirk but he never stops kissing you. You nearly freeze when you feel his boner rub against your sex. Nearly. He tightens his grip on your ass, growling so lightly that you barely hear it. You whine against his lips as he forces you to grind a little faster. 

God you never knew that you could feel this good, everything is heightened by the weed and you fucking love it. You let out a small gasp as he slides his hands under your shirt. He rubs your back a little before slipping his hands to the front of your shirt, feeling up your sides. He gets dangerously close to touching one of your boobs and you almost have to grab his hand and place it where you want it. 

“Ya know, you’re kinda cute when you're desperate like this.” Syn whispers between kisses. His fingers trace the underside of your boob and you accidentally moan out loud enough for everyone to hear. You blush bright red, not that anyone besides Syn can see. He darts his tongue over his teeth, smirking at you. And you respond to him with the only thing that you can think of,

“You haven’t seen half of it, Synner.” You lean in, your lips ghosting over his as you run your hands down his chest. Matt exchanges looks with Zacky, Johnny, and Jimmy, all four men smirking at each other. Synyster’s eyes darken with lust, a dangerous smirk pulling at his lips as he leans in even closer. 

“Guess you’re just gonna have to show me, darlin’.” This time he is the one to close the distance between you. His hands fall to your hips and he pulls you impossibly closer. You tangle your fingers in his hair. At this point you are practically humping him but you could care less, the embarrassment has long since washed away and the only thing you can think about now is pleasure. You are all too aware of the sets of eyes boring into your back, you should probably move this somewhere private but god you are so close, it would be a shame to stop now. Besides you can’t deny that being watched is only adding to your arousal, it doesn’t matter that it’s your friends watching you. 

You accidentally tug on Syn’s hair and he lets out a small moan. You take this as an opportunity to slip your tongue in his mouth, instantly fighting for dominance. Syn doesn’t let you have the upperhand for long, he trails his hand to your ass and gently pinches it. You gasp out a whine and he forces his tongue into your mouth. You can feel your orgasm encroaching on you but you don’t care. Syn kneads your ass, making you whimper and whine into his mouth. Finally you pull away, hiding your face in his neck, one hand in his hair, the other gripping his shirt. 

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You whimper softly. He chuckles softly, rubbing your hips softly as he kisses your shoulder. “Syn, oh fuck.” You moan into his neck. His cock twitches in his pants, he groans softly. “Fucking shit.” Your hips stutter and Syn quickly takes over, guiding your hips to move against his. 

“Fuck, Syn.” You come hard, your thighs trembling softly, your grip tightening on Syn’s hair and shirt. Syn helps you through your orgasm by slowing down your hips. You grab at him as best you can, not wanting him to slip away. Your pussy clenches and suddenly you realize that there are two, maybe three very thin pieces of fabric keeping the two of you separated. You move your head so you can look at Syn and he can tell that you are still so fucking high. 

He moves his hands so he is gripping your thighs, making sure you are secure before scooting toward the edge of the couch. For the first time since getting high he looks at his friends, all four of them are facing the couch as they casually talk among themselves. You wrap your legs around his waist, giggling softly as you rest your head on his shoulder, just letting him take you where he wants. 

“I’m gonna sober him up a little bit. You guys have fun.” Johnny whispers something making the men howl with laughter. Jimmy calms down first, 

“Have fun getting him sober, lover boy.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at Syn. Syn blushes lightly and shakes his head. You hold onto him tightly as he turns and starts making his way out of the basement. You can hear the guys laughing, your name is thrown around a few times but you can’t make out the rest of what they are saying. Before you know it, Syn is gently putting you down on the edge of his bed. You cling to him, whining softly. He guides your face so you are looking at him, 

“I’m just gonna get a pair of my boxers for you. I’ll be right back, sweetheart.” He gently kisses your lips. You let him go, pouting softly that you can’t be touching him constantly. He stays true to his word, he is barely gone one minute before he is back in front of you. He holds out a pair of his batman boxers and your face lights up. He makes the mistake of sitting down on the bed, in an instant you are on his lap, tossing the boxers to the end of the bed. 

“Come on, sweetheart. You gotta get into clean clothes.” 

“In a minute.” You giggle out as you study his face. His eyes are full of lust, his cheeks dusted in a light pink blush. You lean down and kiss him again, somehow this one is even hungrier than the ones that you exchanged in the basement. His hands fly to your hips, pulling you closer to him. You put your hands on his chest, carefully pushing him back until his back touches the bed. You start feeling up his chest through his shirt, starting to get turned on yet again. He squeezes your hips, pulling away from the kiss.

“Slow down. You just got off not even five minutes ago.” You giggle softly, shrugging your shoulders as you look down at him. Fuck you think he looks gorgeous under you. You plant your hands on his pecs, 

“Yea but,” You lean down, teasingly licking a stripe up his neck. He moans softly, tightening his grip on your hips. “You just make me feel so good.” It takes nothing for Syn to flip you over, smirking down at you.

“There we go, I think you look a lot better under me, sweetheart.” You whine and squirm under him, trying not to feel too turned on by the way he just manhandled you. “Now, we’re gonna get you in clean clothes and then try and sober you up a little bit.” 

“But I don’t wanna. Being high feels so good and it’s sooooo much fun.” You wink at him. His lips curl up in a smile but he stands his ground, 

“Come on sweetheart. It won’t be that bad, besides we can also get high tomorrow.” You sit up at his word, eyes bright. 

“Really?” 

“If you want to.” You wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a hug as you giggle. 

“Okay.” Syn hugs you back before you let him go so you can change. You glance at the boxers and then at your shirt, which is far too tight for you to wear to bed. “Syn, do you have a shirt I can have?” 

He nods and goes back to his suitcase and gets your favorite shirt of his to steal. He gives it to you and then turns to face the wall to give you some privacy. You can’t help but giggle, he has seen you naked a million times before so it’s not like it’s anything new. And on top of that you literally just came on his lap after making out with him. But you still think the gesture is nice. You stumble a little as you get undressed and redressed but after a few minutes you are done and you drape yourself over Syn’s shoulders. 

“So what are we gonna do now?” He turns so he can see you,

“I’m gonna get us some drinks and snacks and you,” He boops your nose softly. “Are going to pick out something for us to watch.” You nod excitedly. He kisses your cheek before going to the kitchen. Your eyes follow him, you let out a content sigh, thankful that your friends insisted you tried weed. 

[iixnature042]

[trvemephisto]

Avenged Sevenfold, 2004

[kikwibird]

Saw the original photo on Twitter and immediately heard each of them in it. So I decided to add what I heard.

Enjoy.

And thank you cailyn.

[cyberhexes]

huzzah

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[synismysyn]

[audsevenfoldism]

[mellow-killjoy]

my minds been buzzing so enjoy another shitty meme made by yours truly