꒰ the guys ask bassist!reader for help with some very important… measurements ꒱
cw: 18+ mdni, drug use (weed), measuring cocks, not-quite-a-blowjob, gagging, cursing
a/n: this one’s been sitting in my drafts for a while now, finally got inspo to finish it!
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jet lag is a bitch, enough said. even though you’re on tour for like a half of your life, you still have some trouble adjusting to different timezones whenever you fly overseas. and so, you end up doing the same exact thing as usual – getting high with your boys at the ass crack of dawn in a shared hotel room.
you’re on the bed, a joint snugly tucked between your fingers as you take a puff, head resting on theo’s lap. through the light mist, you watch enzo and mattheo check themselves out in the mirror hanging on the wall, standing next to each other and flexing their abs in a silent competition.
“this is bullshit,” lorenzo huffs out when it becomes clear that mattheo is far superior in the ‘ripped’ department. the latter looks at him with a lazy smirk, pleased by such an easy win, and weakly punches enzo’s arm as a small taunt.
“i’m serious,” lorenzo whines, returning the punch with a shove to mattheo’s ribs. “we aren’t talking about the real deal here.”
both you and theo simultaneously raise an eyebrow in curiosity, but seems as though mattheo instantly gets the hint, his smirk widening into a grin.
“and what’s the real deal?” you ask, passing the joint to theo. he holds the smoke in for a few moments before leaning down and pressing his mouth to yours. a small cloud billows out of the tiny gap between your lips, and momentarily, you get lost in the moment, mind turning off. the moment gets broken by two sets of footsteps approaching the bed.
“well, it’s damn obvious, mate.”
mattheo takes a pointed look at theo’s crotch. ah, that, you quickly realise, lifting your head from theo’s thighs and looking down. he’s semi-hard already, and you’ve been feeling it against your nape for a few minutes now.
"i mean, we never really compared, have we?” enzo’s hand moves to his cock, twitching in his boxers at the contact. mattheo mirrors the action, grabbing himself and squeezing, making his dick gradually harden.
you shake your head in amusement. “seventh grade, at most,” you pretend to scold, but the sight renders you somewhat endeared, and maybe a bit aroused as well. theo, on the other hand, looks intrigued. he puts the joint out in an ashtray and straightens up. he doesn’t really have to do anything to get himself hard – he’s halfway there already.
“we don’t have a ruler or anything, but, you know…” mattheo looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to understand what he’s getting at. your eyebrows knit together momentarily, but the other guys turn to look at you as well, and realisation slowly settles in your drugged up mind.
“you’re actual animals,” you scoff, but the thought of what’s about to happen makes your thighs squeeze together; you feel your panties dampen pretty rapidly. of course, theo notices; he leans in, his breath ghosting over your cheek.
“come on, dolcezza, it’s gonna be fun,” he murmurs in a kind of voice that makes you believe him. not that you doubted it in the first place – everything these three ever suggested always turned into some type of fun. “let’s see who really gags you.”
the sight of three hard cocks pointing at you isn’t new at this point. enzo is the first one to go. you grab his thighs for support, wrapping your lips around his tip, the salty taste of precum settling on your tongue.
“damn, you’re that horny?” you mumble as you ease onto his cock, but he just chuckles in return.
“can’t help it, baby. oh fuck–”
he gasps as you take him fully, the tip already hitting the back of your throat. you easily hold him there, glancing up to notice his eyelashes fluttering at the pleasure. theo and mattheo exchange a look, letting out equally amused laughs.
“damn, mate. no gagging there, that’s a bummer,” mattheo mutters through a fit of giggles, his hand lazily moving up and down his own slick length. “careful, you might just nut.”
“shut the fuck up.” enzo rolls his eyes, shoving him in the ribs again. “she just doesn’t have any gag reflex.”
“sure. if it helps you sleep at night,” theo chimes in, stroking himself to the sight of your lips wrapped around lorenzo’s dick. next moment, it pops out of your mouth, strings of saliva dropping from your mouth and starting to drip down to his balls. enzo huffs in frustration and takes a step back, still not ready to accept his obvious defeat.
“come on, baby. let’s get you some real food.” mattheo is awfully smug as the tip of his cock glides across your wet lips. your eyes roll playfully at his arrogance, but you eagerly take him in – maybe a bit too eagerly, since you do indeed gag the second his cock slides right into your throat. he’s always been thick, but fuck, you feel it pretty damn well now. tears gather at the corners of your eyes as you hold him in your mouth, and to your surprise, you find yourself unable to do it for too long. you push back, mattheo’s cock slipping out of you and slapping against his stomach with a sinfully wet sound.
“see? told ya.” mattheo pats lorenzo on the shoulder, offering him mocking condolences.
“yeah? wait until i shove my cock up your ass. let’s hear you talk shit then,” enzo retorts, and mattheo doesn’t protest. he just smirks, knowing this threat sounds suspiciously like a promise.
by the time you get to theo, he’s fully dripping – watching you choke on mattheo does that to him. you waste no time sucking his cock in, and it slides smoothly along the walls of your throat, hitting its back in just the right way to make you gag instantly. you try to hold him in, you really do, but it just seems impossible – he’s too big for you to properly settle on his dick, and it doesn’t help that his hips buck up, pushing himself deeper into your throat. you squeeze his thighs, pulling back and slurping up the mess that is your drool and his precum. it’s dripping all over your chin anyway, mixing with the remnants of the other two.
theo grins triumphantly, looking up at enzo and mattheo, who seem genuinely baffled that theo did, in fact, turn out to be the biggest out of them all, judging by your incredibly accurate gag scale.
“you cheated, asshole!” enzo exclaims, gesturing absently towards theo’s throbbing cock and your face, which looks a bit too dazed for it to be a game anymore. “you pushed!”
“blah, blah, blah. you have to learn to accept defeat, amico.” theo leans back on the pillow, his smile wide and proud, hands clasped under the back of his head. “seems like i’m the real deal here.”
“but you saw how her lips stretched around my cock, right?!” mattheo huffs indignantly. “i’m the thickest, you gotta admit that.”
“sure, sure. i wholly believe that.” theo’s denial doesn’t seem too serious, though – after all, he’s no stranger to mattheo’s thickness, so he knows there’s a lot of truth to his assessment. “but she couldn’t even keep me in, so… i am the biggest.”
“well, i’m gonna test that right now,” mattheo almost growls with determination, already making his way to climb onto the bed. you glance at enzo, whose cock is practically weeping for attention at this point, and know that the actual real deal has just started.
okay but who’s most submissive to dominant in snp. in my mind it’s theo—> us—>mattheo—> enzo
ohh okay, idk if you meant it as theo being the most submissive and enzo being the most dominant here, but it’s actually this exact order in reverse. theo is definitely the most dominant, he can dom whoever, and he actually prefers it most of the time. coincidentally, he also tops like 95% overall. when he bottoms, it’s almost always with mattheo. very rarely does he let us peg him, and even rarer it’s enzo fucking him. but enzo is the bottom of all time, so this man is exactly where he wants to be. he’s a brat, too, but not really a power bottom—just a brat. i said it a couple of times before, but he’s a certified milf hunter and has a raging mommy kink, so him being the most submissive really tracks. mattheo though? power bottom energy all the way, sometimes a brat, sometimes a full on top + dom combo. he’s pretty verse in what he likes and does, he’s kind of just a freak for whatever. he bottoms mostly with theo, tops mostly with us and enzo, but with him, domming or subbing doesn’t depend on the physical top/bottom position. he can dom hard while his ass is filled to the brim with dick, so. like i said, power bottom. and i personally picture reader as pretty dominant, so right after theo. her strap’s been in all three asses, is what i’m saying. and mouths. justice for sucking straps.
so overall, it’s theo → reader → matt → enzo, from most to least dominant
Summary: Tension between you grows as your secret relationship adds a thrill to your pre-show warm-up. You and Bucky, the band's bassist and drummer, steal a passionate, heated moment backstage.
Warning: Explicit Sexual Content- Under 18s DNI. Public Sex. Exhibitionism.
Word Count: 1303
The Tour Setlist | Support: Ko-FI
Edit A/N: This is now a stand alone. It did not get picked up from Prologue Season this time round 🥺🫣 Hopefully these two make a comeback.
A/N: Oh look another prologue for 'Prologue Season'. This one is just pure smut, I won't lie. Also, the tour setlist is all 5 Seconds of Summer songs, that’s the kinda vibe I have for the band. - Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as mine. - B
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Lost beneath the muffled roar of the crowd, the door of your dressing room slammed behind you. Imagining the pulsing light, thundering bass, and the crowd screaming, you became high on adrenaline. But now, your mind was elsewhere as Bucky was already on you.
Grabbing your waist, he pulled you into him before you could say a word. As he pressed you against the door, your skirt rode up and his lips crashed down on yours. You moaned into his mouth, and your hands gripped the fabric of his shirt.
“Fuck baby, you look good,” Bucky growls against your lips while sliding a hand under your skirt, his fingers brushing the waistband of your pants.
With a smirk, you pushed back against him. “You like the pink Docs, huh?” you teased, lifting one leg and wrapping it around his hip. Your thigh pressed against the bulge in his jeans.
He grunts, curving his lips into a grin as his other hand trails higher up your thigh. “You know I do.”
You deliberately picked out tonight’s outfit– a black skater skirt, a ripped band tee from his favorite band, and the bubblegum pink Doc Martens that always drove him crazy. When you put it on, you knew exactly what you were doing. And so did he. Bucky never could resist when you dressed like this.
Tugging his hair, you pulled him into another kiss, only messier this time. Your tongues slide against each other, and his rough, calloused hands cupped your ass. He dug his fingers into your skin causing a gasp to escape your lips.
“We don’t have time,” you whispered, trying to convince yourself more than him as your hips ground against him, the heat pooling between your legs. He was hard and insistent, and it only made the need for him burn hotter within you.
“We’ll make time,” he smirked, pushing your pants aside and sliding two fingers between your folds. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he felt your wetness. The anticipation for this exact moment had built up since the second you stepped into the dressing room. As his lips found your neck, he pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing slow and delicate circles, making your head fall back against the door.
You tried to stay quiet, biting your lip, but it was impossible as he slid inside you, curling just right. You gripped onto his shoulders, digging your nails into the skin that was slightly exposed as he moved his hand faster. You struggled to stay on your feet as his teeth grazed against your skin, biting down lightly.
“Buck–” you breathed, barely able to form words as his fingers moved relentlessly. “I’m gonna–”
Just then, a knock on the door came, moments before you were about to lose it.
“We don’t want to know what’s going on in there, but you better wrap it up!” Sam’s voice echoed through the door, soon followed by Steve’s laugh.
Bucky grinned against your neck, refusing to stop. His fingers pumped faster into you, his thumb rubbed harder against your clit, and the moans, loud enough to make you blush, slip from your lips. Bucky slaps a hand over your mouth, your eyes grow wide staring up at him, but the bastard just smirks as he leans down to whisper in your ear.
“You wanna finish for me, baby?” His voice was taunting, sending a fresh wave of arousal through you. “Don’t hold back. Come for me, right now.”
His fingers pushed you over the edge, and you tried to keep quiet as your body began to tremble with the orgasm ripping through you. You bit down hard on the hand muffling your cries, and your legs shook as the pleasure washed over you in hot, pulsing waves. Bucky’s eyes locked on yours, he watched every second as his expression switched to one more dark and possessive. He slowed his movements, drawing out every last bit of your release.
He pulled his fingers out and began undoing his belt, and before you could catch your breath, he yanked his jeans down just enough to free himself. The sight of him made your already tingling body shiver.
“Turn around,” he ordered, his rough voice leaving no room for argument.
Doing as he said, you turned using your hands to brace against the door. He hiked your skirt up around your hips as he tore open a condom. Then, in one swift movement, he was inside you, slamming into you with one hard thrust. You gasped, digging your nails into the wood of the door.
“You feel so good, baby,” he groaned, gripping your hips as started to move, fast and rough. Desperate for more of him, you pushed back against him as your cheek pressed against the door to try and keep quiet. The wetness between your legs, his body slapping against yours, and the sounds of the distant roar of the crowd, all blurred together in the haze of heat.
You could barely keep up with Bucky’s brutal pace, your body pinned against the door as he fucked you like he couldn’t get enough. He tightened his grip on your hips, digging fingers into your skin, bound to leave bruising, but you didn’t care. You wanted it– needed it.
Sam and Steve were talking outside, but it was just noise to you, backgrounding the way Bucky’s cock filled you, stretched you, and made you see the stars with each thrust. Your body coiled tight, as you were ready to snap.
“I’m close, Bucky,” you pant, pushing back, desperate to reach another high.
“Oh yeah? You wanna come again, baby?” he groaned, leaning over you and slipping a hand between your legs, rubbing your clit in rough, tight circles. “Do it. Come for me.”
That was all you needed.
You cried out, your second orgasm hitting you like a freight train. The pleasure tore through you, nails scratching against the door as you rode out the wave, your body shaking. Bucky thrust harder, faster, his movement becoming erratic as he chased his own release. It wasn’t long before you felt him tense behind you, and a low rumbling came from his chest as he slammed into you once last time, spilling into the condom as his cock twitched against you.
The air in the room was thick with the smell of sex, and for a short moment, it was just the two of you, panting and tangled together. You tried to steady your breathing while he rested his forehead against your back.
But then, another knock. Only this time, louder.
“I swear to god if you’re still in there–” It was Steve’s voice this time, it was clear he was running out of patience.
You glanced back at Bucky, and despite everything, you both burst into laughter. After pulling out of you, he quickly disposed of the condom as you fixed your skirt, and smoothed out your hair with shaky hands. Your heart continued to race, the rush of what happened left you feeling exhilarated, and more alive than ever.
Bucky gave you a playful smack on the ass as he opened the door, smirking toward Sam and Steve. “Relax, we’re ready.”
“You two are going to be the death of me,” Steve crossed his arms, giving you both his disapproving look. Sam just shook his head, a grin plastered across his face.
You couldn’t help but blush as Bucky shrugged unapologetically. Grabbing your bass, the familiar weight grounded you as you slung it over your shoulder. Bucky walked beside you as the four of you moved toward the stage, excitement from the crowds vibrated through the walls. But, all you could think about was the way his hand gently brushed against yours, your little secret still burning between you.
Nikki sixx or Tommy Lee x reader where reader is like a famous pop star bubbly persona and she meets them at a award show maybe (Turns out she’s a metal head)
Award Shows
(90s!Nikki Sixx x Metalhead!bassist!reader)
Award shows suck. Sure, you might win some cool award and get your five seconds of fame but was it really worth sitting at a table with a bunch of people you either don’t know or probably hated all night long? On top of that, there was no alcohol in sight. So here Y/N stood in the world's most uncomfortable outfit, with the guitairst of their band, Kacey Towers, whispering in their ear to look atleast a little happy as they tried very hard to hide their aggravation from the flashing cameras. They ignored the shouting papparazi and continued down the red carpet into the venue with a sigh.
Vinnie Lake, Static in Conspiracy’s very own singer, had already made a detour to some hot chick he saw, leaving the rest of the band to figure out where they’re supposed to be sitting. After confusingly whisper-shouting at each other for way too long, their drummer, Trip Ryke, finally went to go find a worker or something, leaving Kacey and Y/N to awkwardly stand and watch as the other artists found their seats way too easily. Y/N looked over to Kacey at the sound of him quietly giggling.
“Whats so funny, dude?”
“Look, your boyfriends here!” Kacey teased as his giggling continued. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion before their eyes starting scanning the crowd again.
“What are you talking ab- oh, holy shit! Why did nobody fucking tell me he was gonna be here?!” Kacey kept giggling at their expense while Trip finally returned.
“What are we laughing at?”
“Nikki Sixx is here with Motley and Y/N is totally freaking out.” Trip let a little airy laugh out before speaking.
“Leave ‘em alone while they have a crisis would you? C’mon were over here.” Apparently they had been on the exact opposite side of the huge room which made sense because MC Hammer was sitting at the table they were standing by. The group weaved their way through way too many tables, Vinnie eventually joining them at one point.
“Are you sure were not lost? I think we’re lost.”
“We’re not lost Vin! Look, I see it right over there.” Trip pointed to their table as he spoke. Y/N immediatley turned around at the sight of the other band at their table but Trip caught their arm.
“No. No, no, no, no, no. Oh my god, no!”
“Oh, you’ll be fine, babe!” Vinnie had a habit of calling everyone pet names, especially his band members.
“I absolutley will not be, I’m totally gonna embarass myself infront of Nikki Sixx- who incase you didn’t notice is totally the hottest guy in the world!”
“Thanks.” Y/N whipped around with widened eyes at the sound of the smooth voice to find the entirety of Motley Crue watching the other band as if they were a reality TV show, and Nikki Sixx himself staring directly at them with a grin covering his face from ear to ear.
“You…are welcome. I totally already embarrassed myself so glad we got that out of the way.” SIC moved to sit down at the half of the table Motley wasn’t taking up, unfortunately forcing Y/N to sit by Nikki, much to their embarrassment.
“If it makes you feel any better, you’re pretty hot too. Its Y/N, right?”
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, that's me. And thanks, but I definitely don’t look like this normally, these pants are doing like half of the work. Can barely fucking breathe in these things.” Nikki let out a small laugh at their comment.
“Yeah, they don’t look very comfortable. Maybe I can help you take them off later?” It was Y/N’s turn to laugh now.
“Just cause I said you were hot doesn’t mean I’m a groupie, dude!”
“Dude?”
“Trip- the bleach blonde down there- has been saying it since I’ve known him and I’ve know him since…5th grade I think? It’s kinda stuck on me over the years.” Their conversation went silent, but not uncomfortable. Nikki spoke up after awhile.
“Hey, listen, I really like your guys’ music and I really like you, would you maybe wanna meet up and get something to eat, maybe write some lyrics or something?” Y/N’s eyes widened once again at his words.
“Yeah, I’d love that! I really like you too.” Maybe award shows weren’t so bad.
this is totally not what the request was but this popped in my mind and I thought it would be a cute idea 😭😭sorry bae
written with the 1990 MTV Music Video Awards in mind, i kinda hate this but I feel bad not putting something out so here ya go i guess! I’m gonna try to write some chapters for Bones and RND. it doesn’t really say anything specifically about it but I did make the reader a bassist cause we never get any attention and i felt like it lol
꒰ bassist!reader helps drummer!mattheo and lead singer!theo unwind after a show ꒱
cw: 18+ mdni, drug use (weed), oral threesome, blowjob turned rough, throat bulge, gagging, some spitting, masturbation (m receiving), mutual masturbation (m x m), bi mattheodore, praise, cursing
a/n: finally writing for this au. couldn’t get this out of my head for a while now, and it’s also my first time properly writing a threesome of any kind, so hopefully you enjoy <3
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lorenzo went off somewhere again – probably to the tour bus to have fun with another groupie. you were just a little miffed about that, because you wanted to get some, enzo was the first to volunteer before the other two could get a word in, and now he was nowhere to be seen. you couldn’t be too mad at him, though – he’d always been a lighthead, in more ways than one.
you walked into your shared dressing room and were immediately greeted by a sight that wasn’t a surprise, yet never failed to amuse you. theo and mattheo were sprawled on the couch next to each other, passing a joint between them. mattheo was completely naked and theo only had his concert tank top on – a tight and cropped little black thing that perfectly showed off the lean muscles of his torso. their legs were spread, mattheo’s right one thrown over theo’s left thigh, and their hands were on each other’s cocks.
they lazily jerked each other off, unhurried and completely relaxed, the weed seemingly taking effect by that point. once the door behind you closed, both of them looked at you with cheeky, knowing smirks on their faces. theo blew out a small whiff of smoke and put out the joint against the table next to the couch, leaning further back into the plush surface.
"baaaaby," mattheo drawled, giving you a stupidly adorable grin and extending an arm towards you, making a grabby hand in your direction. you chuckled, shaking your head, and made a few slow steps towards the boys. they didn’t even think of stopping what they were doing, their hands still moving up and down on each other’s hard and, as you could notice under the dim lighting of the room, dripping cocks. you knew that they got especially horny under the influence, which amused you even more, but also gave you a perfect idea.
without a word, you knelt on the floor in front of them, and they perked up a bit, though their poses were still as relaxed as ever. they exchanged a look and simultaneously dropped their hands from their cocks. mattheo put his by his sides on the couch, and theo rested one on his stomach, the other one ending up on mattheo’s thigh. both of them gazed at you with as much hunger as their glassy eyes and widened pupils allowed; theo’s lips were parted, and mattheo was wetting his, taking shallow breaths through his mouth.
"cazzo, principessa… come sei dolce," theo murmured, a content smile quirking up his lips as your hands started kneading their thighs, approaching their aching cocks inch by inch. mattheo hummed in agreement, all of you having gotten used to theo’s italian by now and even starting to understand some stuff.
"you’re dolce," you answered, a teasing lilt to your voice, and theo chuckled in response, undoubtedly at your accent. his chuckle stuttered, turning into a low moan as your hands finally wrapped around their lengths, mattheo’s grunt joining him with more volume.
you didn’t spend too much time jerking them off since they did a pretty good job on that themselves – by the amount of precum leaking from their tips you could tell it wouldn’t take them too long to cum, and you wanted a taste before that happened. you scooted a bit to the right, mattheo being the first whose cock ended up in your mouth. your tongue swirled around, gathering his slickness, and you pulled away enough to spit it back, your fingers spreading the liquid along his entire length before diving back in.
"fuck," he breathed out, his hand loosely clutching the edge of the couch as his half-lidded eyes roamed over your face, fixated on your lips wrapped around him in the most enticing way. slowly, you started sucking, hollowing out your cheeks to provide more friction, while stroking theo’s dick at the same time. both of them were moaning above you, their hips twitching up every other second, and theo still had some sense in his hazy mind to caress mattheo’s thigh, which only made the latter’s pleasure more intense.
a couple of minutes later, when you started feeling theo getting restless, the movements of his hips growing a bit more sloppy, you pulled away from mattheo. he barely noticed, too lost in the world of bliss, especially since the stimulation never stopped, your hand coming in to take the place of your lips. you switched to the other side, finally taking theo’s cock into your mouth, which made him groan and impatiently grab your hair. you giggled but decided not to tease, since it was painfully obvious just how eager he was. you head started bobbing up and down as you sucked theo off, the sounds getting wetter and wetter from the amount of drool you produced due to theo being deliciously big. you choked a bit when his tip slipped into your throat, but you quickly adjusted – you were pretty used to his size already.
when you felt his cock starting to throb, you took it as a sign of him getting close, which prompted you to switch to mattheo again. a low, needy growl rumbled in his chest as he caught the sight of your pretty lips wrapped around him, his hips instantly rutting up, pushing his entire length right down your throat. you gagged again as you felt his thick cock stretching out your walls, and you were pretty sure that if you placed a hand on your throat, you’d feel his tip grinding against it from the inside. mattheo was very clearly impatient, his hand grabbing a fistful of your hair as he started shoving you up and down. he had always had a thing for throatfucking, and you didn’t mind at all, eagerly allowing him to use you as a means to get off.
theo was watching the scene through his thick eyelashes, moaning louder from time to time when your hand squeezed him just a bit tighter. when mattheo started getting close, he immediately caught that. without a word, his head turned to the side, and his hand made its way up mattheo’s body to the back of his head. theo pulled him into a messy kiss, his fingers getting tangled in mattheo’s curls, both of them groaning against each other’s lips. when you looked up, met by the sight of your boys passionately making out, you felt the heat that had been building up in your stomach increase tenfold, and you knew right that moment that you had to make them finish as soon as possible to take care of your needs too. you picked up the pace under mattheo’s insistent hand, and soon, he was loudly panting against theo, string after string of his cum releasing into your mouth.
you quickly lapped up the remnants and switched to theo, who was already on the very edge. as your lips closed around him, his hips pushed up, and you knew you’d be hoarse as hell the next day when his tip roughly hit the back of your throat. theo desperately licked into mattheo’s mouth, the latter’s jaw still hanging slack as he came down from his high, and in a matter of seconds, his cum was also dripping down your throat, hot and slightly bitter from his constant smoking.
you were breathless when you pulled away, and your throat was already starting to hurt, but a smile spread on your face at the sight of the guys on the couch. they were now lazily and sloppily making out, catching their own breaths after their intense orgasms. theo’s hand was carding through mattheo’s hair, making him let out quiet little moans into theo’s mouth, while mattheo’s hand cradled the other boy’s cheek, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the flushed skin. they were adorable like that, and truthfully, you could watch them for hours. but you still had your arousal unattended to. both of them shifted their attention when you cleared your throat, identical smirks appearing on their lips when they saw your raised eyebrow. you definitely weren’t leaving the dressing room any time soon.
I love reading about Sinners Never Pray, but I get confused. Are they all poly? Are Theo and Matt exclusive? Do they all have a relationship of some kind with Reader? I feel like I get it, and then the next time I read about them, I get confused again. Butt I absolutely love them! I honestly live just about all of your aus!
first of all, thank you 🤍 second of all, honestly, valid question! i get how it can get confusing, because i’ve never really properly explained how their relationships work. i do really want to write their origin story at some point of how the band came to be, but for now, here’s a bit of a deeper dive into their history and dynamics (under the cut since it’s quite a long and hefty read).
sinners never pray: relationship dynamics
all four of them are in a sort of hierarchical polyamorous relationship. if you guessed that mattheodore is the core couple, you would be absolutely correct. they know each other the longest (i have another ask about them two, so i’ll go more in depth there), they started the band, and they view each other as soulmates. they only get into other relationships if the other one approves, but honestly? they tried being completely open at first and found out they don’t really want to date other people separately from each other. so now, they’re a package deal, and if they find someone both of them are interested in, they discuss it with each other first. kind of the same with sex – they tried hooking up separately before, but found the chemistry lacking severely. enzo and reader are the first and only people they’re comfortable with having sex separately from each other. i wanna write some stuff in the future of how that came to be as well.
enzo is their secondary partner. it was a mutual decision from the start – he loves them, but also loves the freedom to explore (can’t really take the fuckboy out of enzo), and they’re fine with it. but they do consider each other boyfriends. he doesn’t really influence their decisions about other people beyond friendly advice, but is involved if it’s someone all three of them like (such as reader, which we’ll get to soon). the reverse is true as well, and the guys love to tease him about the sheer amount of people he sleeps with (e.g. him being somewhat of a milf chaser). theo and enzo do have something special about their relationship, and that concerns creativity. lead singer!theo is a bit of a sapiosexual, and enzo really gets him on this level. i’d say around 60% of sinners never pray songs are written by them two, and those sessions often lead to passionate moments.
with bassist!reader, it’s a bit of a funny story. they met her when the three of them were already forming the band as it’s known now, and simultaneously, the relationship of them as a throuple was forming as well. they didn’t necessarily hide it, but at first, reader was under the impression that they were all guys who occasionally hooked up, like a lot of bands do, and that’s all. they didn’t discuss much romantic stuff in general, since they were focused on getting the band to take off, but her and enzo started hooking up. enzo shared that with theo and mattheo, which led to baby said being written (mostly by enzo, but the guys did have creative input). recording the song led to ‘the talk’, and she became another secondary partner, similarly to enzo. her and enzo did have a period when they considered a mattheodore-like dynamic, but didn’t explore it much since the tour life got really hectic, and they didn’t have the luxury of spending a lot of alone time like theo and mattheo did before the creation of the band. plus, at the time it felt like they were kinda being pushed into it, since theo and mattheo are each other’s primaries, and neither reader nor enzo gravitate towards this kind of commitment. so they kinda swept it under the rug, since they’re content with how things are right now.
of course, it’s not all as polished as i described it; they don’t have a written set of rules, and like all relationships, there are problems and tension from time to time. but overall, this is how their dynamics work. i hope i managed to answer your question in a concise way and didn’t bore you to death lmao.
i dare mattheo to wear a leather skirt stolen from bassist!reader and sit on theo's lap AND not indulge in any type of physical attraction!!
꒰ 💥 ꒱ — truth or dare
“oh, fuck you,” mattheo grumbled, tugging on a skirt that you threw at him in a fit of triumphant giggles. “you just love torturing me, huh?”
theo chuckled from the couch, spreading his legs and playfully patting his thigh. “come on, matty, it’s gonna be fun,” he drawled out, taking a drag of his cigarette – though there was no mistaking the heat in his gaze as he took in the sight of mattheo’s tight ass constricted by the tight leather. oh, he so would bend him over and shove his—
"yeah, fun.” mattheo plopped down right onto theo’s crotch, shifting and squirming one hundred percent on purpose, just to feel theo’s half-hard erection twitch under him. “i can already feel the fun poking my ass. you better hold on, because once this stupid game is over—”
he was cut off by your teasing slap on his inner thigh. “stop wiggling, it counts as physical. i’m gonna watch,” you promised with a smirk on your lips, leaning back and crossing your legs – mostly because the sight of mattheo on theo’s lap, trying to stay completely still, was just too fucking sexy, and you suddenly needed friction between your legs. this was gonna be really, really good.
sinners never pray – a band that thrives on shock value, some roughness around the edges and a bit of craziness; some say it’s a lot, but what do they know? no boundaries limit the band’s progress, both in their art and more… personal relationships. how you ended up in the middle of such a peculiar circle of individuals who never seem to get off their high, always get themselves into some kind of controversy and live vicariously through their songs, you could never tell. but it only means one thing – you’re at least just as crazy as them, and for that, they endlessly adore you.
…members ᭝
⌗ | lead singer!theo
⌗ | drummer!mattheo
⌗ | guitarist!lorenzo
⌗ | bassist!reader
꒰ the band au works ꒱
‧₊ ᵎᵎ bassist!reader helps drummer!mattheo and lead singer!theo unwind after a show
‧₊ ᵎᵎ the guys ask bassist!reader for help with some very important… measurements
