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violetviel6661 · 2 months

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Imagine Your 2000s Teen Self Meets Future Syn 2024

"What the hell happened to this town?" You stroll through the city, marveling at its futuristic landscape. The transformation is staggering. As you navigate the bustling streets, a figure catches your eye—a man whose features seem oddly familiar. Heart pounding, you call out tentatively, "Brian?" Recognition dawns as he turns around, those distinctive eyes confirming your suspicions. "Brian!" you gasp, the disbelief evident in your voice. Despite the distance, you're certain it's him. As he turns towards you, his eyes meet yours, confirming your suspicions. The realization hits you like a wave, leaving you speechless for a moment.

You lock eyes with Syn, and his face shifts from confusion to total surprise as he realizes who you are. He walks over, giving you a hesitant smile. "Uh, is this... for real?" he stammers, eyeing you up and down. "I have no idea, but it's so freakin' cool!" you blurt out, trying to hide your nerves. Despite your excitement, you can't help but wonder aloud, "Are my eyes deceiving me, or are you standing in front of me?" Syn raises an eyebrow, clearly unsure how to react to your sudden appearance.

"I guess it is me.. This whole thing is seriously bizarre. I think I might've actually time-traveled," you mutter, recalling the science project you were tinkering with last night. "That darn radioactive microwave thingy... Someone must've messed with it without asking," you grumble, realizing the potential cause of your unexpected journey to the future.

Syn's eyes widen in disbelief as he processes your explanation. "Whoa, time travel? That's some wild stuff," he remarks, his expression a mix of fascination and concern. "Yeah, definitely not something you experience every day," you reply with a nervous laugh, still trying to wrap your head around the situation. "But hey, at least we're in this together, right?" Syn nods slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"You've gotten older dude." you blurt out, quickly covering your mouth as you realize the person in front of you is not the twenty-something Syn you remember, but rather an adult version of himself. You're unsure if "dude" is still an appropriate term to use.

Syn chuckles softly, acknowledging the observation. "Yeah, time has a way of doing that," he replies with a wry smile, his tone tinged with amusement. You feel a pang of awkwardness, realizing your slip-up, but Syn's easygoing demeanor puts you at ease. "Sorry about that," you mumble, feeling a bit embarrassed. "No worries," Syn reassures you, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "It's been a while, things change." With a nod of understanding, you smile gratefully, thankful for his understanding as you navigate this unexpected reunion.

"Well, how's the future treating you? Do you have a family? A lovely wife?" you inquire, your gaze drifting downwards as you pose the question shyly.

"Well, the future's not too bad, especially now that you're here," Syn replies with a playful grin, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of flirtation. "And as for a lovely wife..." he pauses, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "Well, let's just say, she's standing right infront of me, stuck in the wrong timeline" You feel a blush creep onto your cheeks at his flirtatious remark, realizing with a smile that he's referring to you, his lovely wife. His charming demeanor puts you at ease, knowing that you share this special connection with him.

(Hiiii, this is my very first oneshot plus English is not my first language. Please be nice. Any tips are welcome 🤘)

#a7x #avenged sevenfold #syn_in_my_gates #synyster gates #oneshot

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designedparadigm · 1 month

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alias / name : cazcaine, caz, king birthday : december 17 zodiac sign : sagittarius height : 5'9" hobbies : writing. gaming. ...snuggling my beagle. favourite colour : red. black. purple. favourite book : dunno, the ones i remember the most are the scary stories to tell in the dark so?? those? last song : hooked on a feeling by blue swede last film / show : shit i think that was jim henson's labyrinth? recent reads : uh... fanfiction oneshots, i guess. inspiration : you know - i have no idea. i guess it's a lil bit of everything i see and enjoy. story behind url : it??? has something to do with the music i listen to. i know paradigm comes out of a7x's final paradigm. so it's... got somethin to do with that. man i ain't remember shit homie. fun fact about me : for a person that adores dogs i used to be terrified of them. i had to put in a lot of work to get over the subconscious fear i had. glad i did - now i can fully approach any dog as long as the owner says yes and enjoy dogs fully.

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random-imagines-blog · 3 years

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Creeping in My Soul {Zacky Vengeance x Demon!Female!Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2230 Summary: You find out an interesting secret about your real identity. How is your boyfriend going to take it? Trigger Warnings: Swearing. Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

You gave your boyfriend a wave and a kiss goodbye over Facetime, and hesitantly pressed the large red button. You always hated to let him go, but you knew that you had to. He was three hours ahead of you and it was nearly midnight where he was. One last show tomorrow, playing with the rest of his band - the rock group Avenged Sevenfold. Millions of fans world-wide and a sold out American tour. And then after the show, he would be getting on a plane and coming all the way back home to you, in sunny California. But there was one big problem with him coming back home to the house that you shared. It was that you have changed. No, you were still changing. And you didn’t know how he was going to react to seeing it.

It had started just a month ago when you were brushing out your hair. It was just like any other day really, you were getting ready for work, applying just a touch of make up, pulling the comb through your hair in an attempt to make it look less like you had just woken up. But it kept getting snagged on something. It kept bumping into something and it hurt a lot whenever it did. God, how you had panicked then, as you touched the top of your head and felt two protruding bumps. Did you have a tumor? Two tumors, growing out the top of your head? You instantly called your doctor, who wasn’t able to get you in for a couple of days. That didn’t ease your worrying. But the fact that they told you to go straight to the emergency room if you started feeling a headache coming on, any sort of dizziness, helped a touch. It was an option. And other than the bit of pain up there, surface and not internal, you were feeling fine. You tried to sweep your hair over the protrusions, but ended up putting on a headband instead, which pushed on them uncomfortably but at least it kept them out of sight.

The next day, you woke up to a sharp pain on your lip. You must have bit it in your sleep. That’s happened before, but this was a rather deep cut, given the fact that the taste of blood on your lips was rather potent. When you went into the bathroom to see if you could find it, you found that not only were the bumps on your head more tender, and that something - some sort of bone was poking out of it, but your teeth - they seemed sharper, especially the canines. You went to touch what was coming out of your head, and your nails nicked your skin. Your usually bitten down nails were long, and they were sharp. Like a stiletto shape you’d seen on instagram, ready to claw someone’s eyes out. And that was a very violent thought for the likes of you.

Everything in your mind was telling you to head for the hospital and now. To book some sort of surgery to get your head fixed. But you take a deep breath. You call into work, saying that you can’t come in, you’re taking a sick day, and then you take a ride over to your parents house. At least that way, if you did go to the hospital, you wouldn’t have to be alone. You were terrified to be alone, but you couldn’t bring yourself to call your boyfriend and make him worried. It would only end up with him coming to you, throwing off the tour, disappointing so many people, just to sit at a bedside and hope for the best.

Your parents were a lot less concerned than you thought that they would be. Your father looked over your head, prodded at the tender skin. You hissed at the pain, and you wanted to lash out, strike him for doing that, but a stern look that he gave you made you calm down. It was like he had known your thoughts. Then he sat down, beside your mother, reminding you of the way that they used to talk to you when they had bad news. And you thought you had been the one going to them with the bad news.

But you were getting more than a ‘Our dog went off to a farm to frolick in the fields’ sort of talk.

“Okay, ha ha, I’m a demon child, great time for jokes mom,” You said, crossing your arms in front of you. “Is this some sort of genetic disease that I’m not aware of?”

But they were serious. They were avoiding your eye, but it wasn’t because they were trying to withhold the truth. They were ashamed of the truth. “We should have told you a long time ago... but we’re not your real parents, my love. We were unable to have children, and there you were - a gift. Demons .... they aren’t as bad as people make them out to be. You could never be bad.”

And they continued to talk to you about it throughout the day and the night, convincing you to cancel the Doctor’s appointment because it was risky to have people find out. The sharper teeth and the longer nails could just be an aesthetic choice but the horns - you’d have to learn how to keep them hidden from the public. Hats would cover it somewhat, or you could learn glamour magic, something that had been helping demons on earth for millenia. It would take a lot of practice in a mirror, but it was something that you were just going to have to do in order to keep on living your life. To keep your job. To keep your friends. And most importantly - to keep Zacky.

You had everything set for his return home. It was a late night flight, and he wasn’t getting in until five in the morning, but you had made breakfast for him. French toast was being kept warm in the oven, coffee was being made, you had squeezed some orange juice - you wanted everything to be perfect. Most of the windows had the blinds and the curtains closed, making it a little dark but you had lit some candles to try to set a mood. The sunlight had been bothering you more than usual lately. Despite the California heat, you had been having to wear Zacky’s old hoodies out to go about your day. But at least for now, the sun was still down, and you were able to wear one of your favorite dresses. Which also happened to be his favorite dress.

The front door unlocked, and you heard the rustle and bustle of bags being set down. And then the door closed. A loud yawn as Zacky stepped into the kitchen, probably smelling the coffee. “Ugh, I can never sleep on planes,” He groaned, stumbling in. His eyes looked red and itchy, he must be utterly exhausted.

“Then you had better drink some orange juice instead of the coffee, then we can go to bed right after you finish eating,” You said, putting a glass in front of him. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” The first thing that he did was come up to you, and wrap his arms around you in a tired hug. You hugged him back, smelling his aftershave on his neck. Fuck, he smelt so good. You almost started to salivate. Just feeling his body against yours, chest against chest - you had to bite down on your lip to hold in a moan. Your sex drive had been insane lately, another thing that your ‘parents’ had warned you about. He pulled away from you, making you feel just a touch of anger, but it faded quickly. “Why are you wearing a hat inside?” He asked, noticing your beanie.

“Uhh - bad hair day,” You said, quickly. “Don’t worry about what I look like, let’s just eat something.” You gave him a big smooch on the side of his cheek, then hurried to get the food out of the oven. Zacky sat down, dropping the topic since he was so tired, while you put everything in front of him. All the fixings. Syrup, butter, berries, sliced banana, whipped cream, chocolate shavings. You went all in for this welcome home breakfast, figuring that he hadn’t had anything real in weeks. You knew how these boys were. They go on tour, eat nothing but fast food, end up working it all off during one show from all of their running and jumping around. But no doubt the girlfriends were all going to be taking care of them now that they were home. “Eat up, buttercup.”

And he did, fast at first, and then slowed down towards the end as he started to feel full, but his eyes kept looking at you, flattering you. You could feel blood flow to your cheeks, and to other places as you started to clean up, putting dishes into the sink for later tonight. You were ready to sleep the whole darn day away, especially now that you had Zacky back in your bed. You could feel his eyes on the spot of your thighs where the dress ended, where it was dancing around.

“There’s something different about you,” He said, putting down his knife and fork. You took his plate, raising an eyebrow. How could he tell? You adjusted the hat around your head, trying to make sure that the horns weren’t popping out. “What did you do, get a bad hair cut or something? Come on, take the hat off.”

He beckoned you over and you felt like you didn’t have much of a choice. You walked back towards him and he pulled you between the legs of the chair that he was sitting on. It was a rather high bar-stool type chair on the island so you two were identical height right then and there. He took the beanie off of your head and looked over your hair, his eyes going straight to the horns. “What the fuck are those?”

“I - I can explain,” You said, taking the hat back, fidding with the fabric. And so you did, only going through some of the major details because though he was interested, and shocked, Zacky looked too tired to really comprehend what was going on.

“Fuck,” He said, getting to his feet once you were done. “That’s - a lot.”

“Yeah, how do you think I felt?” You shot back, crossing your arms in front of you. You were waiting for the worst to happen. For him to freak out, to leave, or to even throw you out. You wouldn’t blame him for having any of those reactions honestly. You already had a bag packed in the front closet just in case of that very scenerio.

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” He said, putting his arm around your shoulders, and started to lead you into the bedroom. Your smile could not have gotten any bigger. Leave it to your man to accept you just the way that you were. Demon or not.

And he did more than accept you. You two spent a straight up week getting re-acquainted. Or more so, he was finding out more about the demon that you were once you had accepted yourself. Your horns had come in. The skin __around was still tender, but oh the spine-tingling feeling that you got when you let him Zacky rub them. It was such a deeply personal and intimate thing. You wouldn’t ever let anyone else touch your horns. Not for as long as you lived.

Although the whole demon thing had messed with your temper - things like Zacky leaving you to get food or to go to the bathroom had you furious for a couple of seconds - it also amped up your sex drive. He seemed particularly accepting of that bit. When you rode him, both of you sitting up, you on top of him, lifting your lips and driving down, your hands had gone to his back and you had riddled him with little scratches from your nails. He never even minded that. Just hissed with pleasure. It seemed like you were having an effect on him in return. He wanted you all the time.

“I fucking love you,” You said after another rigorous session of love making.

“I fucking love you,” He said in return, still holding you tightly, keeping you in place as he softened inside of you. “How are you a demon when you’re so angelic?”

“I wouldn’t say there’s anything angelic about me after what we just did,” You laughed, rolling off of him. He laughed as well, but pressed kisses to your cheeks, giving you affection even when he wasn’t touching you. No matter what was ahead of you - Hell? - you were more than happy now, and would be as long as you continued to be with the love of your life. Though from the looks of things, he might have a little devil in him too. Definitely a lustful sin behind those eyes.

#Zacky Vengeance #Zacky Vengeance x reader #Zacky Vengeance oneshot #Avenged Sevenfold #Avenged Sevenfold oneshot #a7x #A7x Oneshot #oneshot #one shot #x reader #request #zackyv

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invincible-selfxmade-punk · 2 years

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While I have been read a quarter of a million times on AFI/and fan domination.Net, I switched to Hollywood Undead fanfics around 2012 but I have not written anything in about four and a half years thanks to my teaching schedule and just the fact that I didn't want anyone to know I was writing.

For some reason though I have a Syn oneshot in my head that I'm thinking about completing.

I normally do not do one shots because brevity is not my strong suit: all of my six seem to be multi chaptered behemoths.

My pseudonym is Coldeternal and if you were listening to AFI around 2002 or MCR around 2006, it's possible you read some of my stuff.

At any rate I don't know anyone from any of the fandoms anymore except for maybe one person and a7x( @d64d-n0t-sl66p1ng )

All the old sites have gone out of business but I think you can still find my stuff on deviantART.

Anyway the whole reason I'm posting this is that I would like someone to share the fanfic with when it is done. So if you would like to check it out please let me know I would be very grateful and happy to share it with you.

#fanfiction #me writing slash no one reads #afi #a7x #hu #beta

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avengedsevenfoldfanfiction-com · 7 years

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A7x OneShots

“If you leave now, you lose everything.”

“If you leave now, you lose everything.”Zacky Vengeance leaned against the doorway of the bedroom with his arms folded tightly across his chest, glaring coldly at the man down the end of the...

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random-imagines-blog · 4 years

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Devil’s Gonna Get You If I Don’t First {Synyster Gates Oneshot}

This is a special-edition personalized oneshot for Anonymous Wordcount: 2198 Summary: An incubus always has a need that they need to fulfill. Tessa happens to be there to help scratch that itch. Notes: Honestly, it’s pretty much pure smut. NSFW definitely.

Synyster Gates had his eyes set on Tessa from the get-go. Zacky had pointed her out as someone that Syn might be interested in when they went to the human bars to fill their thirsts, in more ways than one. The green eyes, the freckles - the creamy pale skin, yeah, he was in for that. He chugged down the last of his Jack Daniels from the glass before making his approach. A little bit of sweet talk, some flirtations, the offer of the rest of her drinks being covered by him, and she agreed to go to his table and hang out with his friends until they left the bar. The guys were being nice, and the girls that they had with them were being extremely inclusive and bringing her into all of their conversations, and complimented her outfit of the night. Throughout these conversations, since there wasn’t enough room for ten chairs at the table, all of the women sat on the men’s laps, and Tessa was absolutely no exception, making herself comfortable on Syn’s jeans.

As the night came to a close, Syn monitored how much that Tessa was drinking. She drank less than the other girls, getting tipsy rather than full out drunk, which was absolutely what he preferred. He might be an incubus but no one would ever be able to say that he took advantage of women. If they said no, he stepped away, and didn’t use his powers on them at all. If they drank too much over the night, he didn’t take their consent to be actual consent and saw them home. Just because he was a Supernatural in the world didn’t mean that he wasn’t a gentleman.

“How would you like to continue this, in my hotel?” Synyster asked in Tessa’s ear, arm around her waist, hand making sure that she didn’t slip on the uneven sidewalk. A flush went across her cheeks that he thought was absolutely beautiful, but he didn’t make a further move until she verbally said yes. It was then that he got one of their drivers to pick the two of them up, kissing her cheek once they slid into the black leather interior.

He didn’t have to use any of his powers to keep her wanting more. Just his usual amount of charm. A wink here, a smirk there, rubbing her thigh with his calloused fingers - still feeling a bit sore from the show that he had played the night before. Being a guitarist in a famous band had perks of its own, but he saw something in Tessa. She wasn’t just the average groupie who fawned over him - in fact, she hadn’t brought up the band at all, or asked for a selfie or an autograph. She just seemed to be happy in his presence. This made her very special in his eyes.

His hand was on her thigh throughout the entire ride, until they got to the hotel. The driver had gotten out first and opened the door for them, so when Tessa stepped out of the car, she felt like she was a celebrity. She thanked the driver, then took Synyster’s hand and together they walked into the hotel. They got some stares from the other patrons, rock stars almost always did, and some whispering went on about who the ‘girl’ was, but they were muted when the elevator doors closed. “Ignore anything that they say,” Synyster started. “It doesnt matter what they think, you’re with me tonight.”

Because of that, Tessa felt more confident. One might even say that she felt sexy. Her head was held high, her shoulders as well, and she nuzzled against Synyster until the doors opened onto their quiet floor. It might not stay quiet all that much longer. Synyster had to fumble with the key card for a minute because he was so distracted by the girl who was with him. He was human - he could smell out such things - but she might as well be a siren or a succubus with the way that she was tempting him with those big green eyes. Fuck - he wanted to kiss every freckle on her body, no matter where it was.

Once the door was open, they both stumbled in like a couple of drunk lovers, lips attached to one another, the heavy door swinging shut and locking behind them. There wasn’t even time to put up a ‘do not disturb’ sign, but the hotel knew what they were. There was no chance of a maid coming in without knocking a hundred times. He was blown away by how good that she tasted.

The first thing that she did was lay down on the bed, her knees belt, feet dangling off the end. The way that she giggled and bit her lips - he was extremely turned on. He charged at her like a beast to it’s prey, and lifted the skirt of her dress up to reveal her round ass, clad in cute panties. Not a sexy thong, like someone trying hard, but just polka dots. She rolled onto her side, giggling, and he kissed her exposed asscheek. To add a little something more, a little teasing - because she was doing so much to him - he gave her pussy a light spank, making her jump and giggle all the more.

“Adorable,” He said, pulling the panties off of her, then kissed his way up from her feet to her between her breasts, still hiding behind the dress. “Do you know what I am, Tessa?” He asked, eyes glowing in the dimly lit room.

“You’re an in - incubus,” Tessa stuttered, seeing the look in his eyes. She was not scared by the concept, but rather she looked a little more excited by it. He smirked and nodded his head.

“Smart girl,” He said, catching her lips in a kiss once more. He slipped his tongue between her lips, tasting her even further. “Do you know what I can do to you?”

“Show me,” She challenged, taking him by surprise. The confidence - he was enthralled. He took that as an invitation, as her consent to using his powers on her, so he did.

Under his touch, goosebumps broke out on her skin. Her nipples grew achingly hard, as if she had just walked into a freezer. It was a good thing he had taken her underwear off, for she would have soaked through them. Even her lips were swollen, pins and needles feeling, needing more kisses and more affection. A warmth spread through her insides, filling her up. This was better than any aphrodisiac. This was pure, clean pleasure.

The dress was the next thing to go, and he was amused by the way that her dark bra looked against her pale, creamy skin. His hand kept tapping against Tessa’s ass, grabbing it, being just the right amount of rough with her. Under his touch, she grew all the warmer, and slid out of bed to be on her knees on the plush carpet of the hotel. It was very nicely decorated, and had pure comfort in mind. There wasn’t any of that thin carpeting in here that might cause a rugburn, no, it was soft and plush, like this was what it was made for.

She returned the favor by helping him lose some of his clothes. He stepped out of his pants, which she was kind enough to help unbutton and unzip, and they disappeared into the growing pile of discarded garments. He was already hard - he could get that way on command, but he hadn’t needed to think any dirty thoughts for this to rise. It was all Tessa, and the cute way that her lips formed a smile when they caught eyes. But even though she had this new confidence, he wasn’t going to let her be in charge, or in any sort of control.

Taking her tresses in one hand, being careful not to pull but just to hold, he kept her head steady as he slowly entered his cock into her waiting mouth. There was a little resistance, but it was just her mouth getting used to his size. He was gentle with putting it in, not pushing roughly like he wanted to, but going slow. When Tessa was adjusted to that, he took her arms and held them above her head with his other hand so she had no way to stop him when he got a little rougher. Her mouth was so warm, her tongue so wet, saliva was coating his cock and her lips. He looked down at her, seeing what a good girl that she was, her eyes looking at his the entire time.

Whenever he pulled his cock out of her mouth, a string of saliva went from her lips to his tip, and he thought it was one of the hottest things that he had ever seen. He started to go faster, putting half of his cock in, seeing that she wasn’t ready for the full thing. But damn if she wasn’t trying. She kept pushing her mouth forward, squirming on the floor as she was getting more and more turned on. She had said ‘show me’ and so he was. He was making sure that she wanted him bad. More than she had when she had walked in the door. He could smell her need from where he was standing and it made him harder.

There was a few times when he had let her pull back to breathe, and she immediately went to his balls, licking them like an expert, rubbing his cock in just the right places as she brought it in and out of her own mouth. Syn’s head was thrown back and he was moaning loud enough that the neighbors would probably hear, but he didn’t care. Tessa was the best that he had in a long time.

He was ready to move onto the next thing. He let go of her and went onto he bed, laying out, his cock standing straight up. This was another chance for Tessa to show that she wanted him, and she took that. A coy look was on her face as she crawled up towards him, only to turn around at the last second so he could no longer see his face. She straddled him, back to his face so he could just see the arch, legs splayed wide, hands on his abdomen to steady herself and lowered herself right now. “Such a fucking tease,” Syn said, about not being able to see her face.

He held onto her hips as he started to ram himself into her. When he felt any resistance of her insides, anything that might be uncomfortable or hurtful to her, he just kept using his abilities to keep her turned on, keep her juices flowing, keep her wet and lubricated. Her curly auburn hair bounced with every thrust that he did, as did her tits, which he couldn’t see but he kept moving his hand up to feel. She felt absolutely incredible inside, just as he thought that she would. He wanted to stay inside of her forever and not let the night end, especially as she was moaning out ‘Syn’ and on one occasion, even his real name. Brian wasn’t a name that he thought would attract a lot of women so he never used it, going with the nickname instead, but damn if it didn’t sound sexy coming through her lips.

He fucked her good and hard, going until even he started to feel a bit tired out, and then she would pick up the slack. She would stop to lean forward and grind against his balls for the stimulation, until she came around his cock. He took it a bit easier on her at that time, feeling her walls tighten around him, hearing her screams as she went into a moment of ecstasy, then held her closely and securely as she finally orgasmed. Then, he went back to the pounding.

He forced her to lay back more, pull her legs up to her chest, feet up in the air, and held her down against his chest as he fucked her until he was about to cum. Since there was always a chance of breeding, even between species, he pulled out, and let it spill onto the top of her thighs, spurt after spurt, thick and creamy. He leaned back against the bed, arm thrown over his eyes to block out the light on the ceiling as he felt absolutely spent.

“Um-” Tessa said after a quiet moment. He peeked up at her, moving his arm over just one eye. “Syn?”

“Yes, dear?” He asked, arching an eyebrow.

“May I take a shower?” She motioned towards the bathroom door.

“Of course,” He smirked. “And then get your little ass back here. We’re going for another round in the morning, then I’m taking you out for breakfast.”

#Synyster Gates #Synyster Gates oneshots #Synyster Gates oneshot #Synyster Gates x reader #Avenged Sevenfold #Avenged Sevenfold oneshots #oneshot #oneshots #a7x #a7x oneshots #request #synysterg

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