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|| NDA || ~ Lee Heeseung

♤Pairings: idol!heeseungXfem!fangirl!reader

♤Synopsis: Attending the New York show for Enhypen's first world tour, you find yourself in quite the predicament when a man approaches you and your best friend with a question that leaves you absolutely flabbergasted.

"Would you be willing to sign an NDA?"

♤Warnings: just straight up smut with a little plot, dom!heeseung, sub!reader, protected sex, cunnilingus(f!receiving), p in v, use of pet names (good girl, sir, princess, angel), use of derogatory names (slut, whore), blowjob(m!receiving), fingering(f!receiving), hair pulling, choking, I think that's it

♤Author's Note: This is 1000000% delusional and not based on any true stories. This is my first time writing smut on this platform, so please give me some feedback to help me do better next time! I would really appreciate it:) Also, this has been in my drafts for monthsssss so I finally finished it lol

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"Hey, you ready to go?" Lucy asks you as she pulls on her boots.

"Yeah, one sec." You say before applying lipgloss over your red stained lips.

Grabbing your bag and lightstick, you follow your best friend out of your hotel room. Lucy skips down the hallway as you laugh at her giddiness.

"I can't believe we're actually gonna see them live! I'm so fucking excited!" Lucy squeals as you both reach the elevators.

Pressing on the button, you look over at her with an excited smile on your face.

"I can not wait to see Jake in real life. I'm so down bad for that man." You sigh at just the thought of him.

Lucy giggles and agrees.

"I need Sunghoon to read my sign and send me a kiss. After that, I can die in peace." She jokes along with you.

The elevator doors ding open before you both step in. Pressing the button for the lobby, you both patiently wait for the elevator to reach the ground level before stepping out.

"What if during Polaroid Love they come up to our section?! Please! I need Heeseung to sing to me!" Lucy groans as she imagines the man staring deep into her eyes as he serenades her.

You giggle at your friend who begins to daydream of concert scenarios.

"If they do come up to our section, I hope I can get Jake's attention." You say as you look down at the Jake photocard that hangs on your concert bag.

"I mean, we're hot. We're bound to get someone's attention, right?" Lucy jokingly says as you two exit the hotel doors and walk to the subway station.

After taking the subways to the venue, you both get in line as the time for the show to start inches closer. You both were able to get your hands on some freebies and banners while you waited.

Going through security and finding your seats, you two excitedly take pictures and videos of the venue and other fans in the crowd as you all wait for the show to begin.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! We're actually here!" You squeal at Lucy, who matches your energy as she holds your hand.

"Please! I need one interaction, and I'll be the happiest girl alive!" She says as she stares at the stage a few feet away from where your section was.

You two were able to find fairly good seats with an amazing view of the stage on the right side of the venue. Only a few rows up and at the end of the row in the aisle. Praying that the boys would come up to your section when they performed Polaroid Love.

Soon, the intro music began to play as the lights dimmed. The VCR begins playing as everyone screams. Lightsticks waving in the air as the screen begins moving. The 7 members of Enhypen on stage ready to give a performance of a lifetime for their loving fans.

You and Lucy scream as your biases face pop up on the big screen. Their stares are very intense as they each get into position to perform their opening song.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! JAKE MOTHER FUCKING SIM!" You scream as he pops up on screen once again.

The concert goes on as planned. Each performance leaves everyone in awe. You and Lucy fangirling like no other. On this particular night, the fans had come up with a project for Heeseung as it was his birthday. While the members had their talking moment, the fans began singing Happy Birthday when the screen showed Heeseung. His smile was wide as he listened to the fans and members sing him a happy birthday.

In that moment, something switched in you. You always knew that Heeseung was a very attractive man. He was everything a girl wanted. Tall, handsome, funny, sweet, and good at everything.

"I think he just bias wrecked me with that smile." You tell Lucy as your eyes stayed glued onto Heeseung, who laughs slightly as he says his words.

Lucy laughs as she follows your line of sight to the man. His hair had been styled to show his forehead. He was absolutely glowing on his birthday.

"Don't tell Jake." You jokingly threaten Lucy as she shakes her head with a knowing smile on her face.

"Little Miss, I only want Jake Sim, is finally joining the dark side. Lee Heeseung will eventually have you wrapped around his finger. It's a canon event." Lucy says in a matter of fact tone as she goes back to ogling over Sunghoon, who began speaking.

For the rest of the night, your eyes tried to stay on Jake, but you found yourself searching for Heeseung every now and then. His stage presence was very overwhelming, and had you wishing you could see his beautiful face up close.

When Polaroid Love began playing, you and Lucy sang along, not really getting your hopes up of them coming to your section. The moment they ran off stage and began roaming the crowd, you and Lucy screamed in happiness.

Suddenly, the spotlight was shown in your section. You and Lucy look at each other with wide eyes.

"No.fucking.way." She says as you both look back at the group of boys making their way to your section.

You and Lucy scream, even louder, as they get closer. Jungwon leads the way as Jake, Niki and Heeseung follow behind. You and Lucy both stand next to each other as they walk by, Jungwon giving you both a kind smile and a high five. Jake smirks slightly as he sees the 'Jake' sticker on your lightstick. Lucy records the whole thing. Jake sends you a flying kiss before walking further up. Your eyes were too focused on the man to notice that Heeseung was standing directly in front of you after Niki passes by finishing Lucy's hand heart. Lucy pulls on your shoulder to get your attention, her own mouth agape as Heeseung stands in front of you both.

You swing back around and come face to face with a pair of dark eyes, a glint of playfulness swimming in them. You gasp as Heeseung smirks, bringing the mic to his lips as he begins singing to you. Your eyes widen as his eyes stare deeply into your own.

He sends a wink before following after the other boys who begin making their way back to the stage.

"OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?" Lucy screams as she shakes your shoulders.

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!" You scream back as you both fangirl over your interactions.

"I GOT IT ON CAMERA!" Lucy realizes as she looks down at her phone in her hand.

"Send it to me!" You say as you look back to the stage where they continued performing.

As the night goes on, you could have sworn that Heeseung had been glancing at your section for the rest of the concert. He interacted more with your side, and his eyes found your own a few times throughout the night.

"He wanna fuck." Lucy jokes as she catches Heeseung looking over again.

You chuckle as you enjoy the moment. Trying not to feel super flustered at the whole interaction you had with Heeseung knowing that he was just really good at fan service and you didn't want your delusions to get the best of you.

As the concert comes to an end and you all sadly have to say your goodbyes, the screen closes on the members as the lights turn on once again. You and Lucy stay seated as everyone around you picks up confetti and takes pictures or videos.

"I'm shook. Sunghoon sent me a kiss. I can die happily." Lucy dreamily says as she rewatches her concert videos.

"Let me see the Heeseung interaction again, I need to relive it." You ask Lucy as she scrolls through her camera roll to find the video.

Just as she was about to press play, you felt a tap on your left shoulder. You quickly look up to see who it was that had tapped you. A young Korean man stood before you both. The staff lanyard hanging around his neck.

"Yes?" You ask curiously.

You hoped you hadn't done anything wrong for the staff to come to you personally.

"Hi, I'm part of the staff traveling with the artists. I was asked by their manager to come get you both. He has a few questions and would like to talk." He tells you in a hushed voice so no one else could hear.

Lucy looks at you confused. You look back at her with the same expression.

"Uh, sure?" You say as you get up.

He leads you both towards the exit and into a door that says, 'Employees Only'. Lucy looks over at you nervously as you walk down a narrow hallway bustling with staff cleaning up. The man leads you to a door that says 'Management' and knocks twice.

"Come in!" A voice booms from inside.

He opens the door and steps to the side to allow you both to enter. You look over at Lucy uneasily but step in anyway. There were a lot of people around, so if anything happened, you would be able to scream for help. Lucy follows behind you hesitantly, and the man shuts the door once you both enter.

Two men sit on the couch and chair of the room as you both stand there awkwardly. You notice that the two men were Enhypen managers. Recognizing them instantly because of airport photos.

"Hello! I'm Sejin. Please, sit." The older man introduces himself and gestures to the two chairs across from them.

You look over at Lucy, who just shrugs and takes a seat. You follow her move and sit in the chair beside her.

"Are we in some sort of trouble?" Lucy asks as her eyes glance around the room nervously.

"Not at all! This discussion has to be private in order to protect our artists' image, so we asked to see you in private without the prying eyes and ears. My name is Woobin, by the way." Another manager tells you both.

"So what is this about?" You ask curiously.

Your eyes narrow in on the papers and pen sitting on the table in front of you all. The big letters, 'NDA', are boldly printed at the top. Your eyes widen slightly as you realize what's about to happen. You had only heard stories of this type of thing and never expected it to happen to you.

"Before we discuss any further. Would you be willing to sign an NDA? We can not disclose the topic of this conversation unless we have your full trust that you will not leak, speak, or even hint at having this conversation with us." Sejin asks the two of you.

You look over at Lucy, who looks back at you with wide eyes. Both of you realized exactly what they wanted to talk about.

"Before you make any decisions, may I ask your age and for your ID to confirm?" Woobin asks.

"I'm 21, and she's 20." You say as you and Lucy pull out your own IDs to show them.

Woobin looks it over before handing them to Sejin, who examines them as well. He nods his head before handing them back to you.

"So, will you sign? If you don't feel comfortable with it, it is understandable, and we'll have another staff member walk you two out safely." Sejin reassures you both of your safety.

"I'll sign." Lucy is the first to speak up.

You look at her in bewilderment.

"Lucy." You say her name to gain her attention.

"What? I want to know what they want to talk about. Besides, it's only an NDA. If you read the fine print, you should be fine before signing." Lucy says as she grabs the papers that lay on the table.

You sigh and grab them as well. Reading through the pages, eyes scanning over every printed word down to the page number that is printed on the bottom corner.

"Are you seriously gonna do this?" You ask Lucy.

"When will we ever get the chance to sign an NDA contract with an idol groups manager that we stan? Never. So, yes, I'm doing this." Lucy says as she gives the two men a small smile and picks up the pen to sign her name on the contract line.

You sigh as you contemplate for a little longer. You don't want Lucy to go through this alone. Worried about her safety you stupidly sign your name on the contract as well.

Handing the two contracts back to Woobin, he and Sejin sign their own names and place the contract into a small folder.

"Perfect. Now we can get to talking. The reason for this conversation is that 2 of our artists have asked to meet you both. If you agree, we will have a staff car pick you up from your accommodations and bring you to the artist hotel where you two will meet. Whatever happens between you both must be consensual, or it will be a breach of contract. It must be kept secret and hidden from others, or it will be a breach of contract. Do you both understand?" Sejin begins explaining.

"Yes." You and Lucy say.

"Good. If you would like to meet the 2 artists, you can give us a call at this number, and we will send a car to pick you up. This is all with your own consent, of course. If you decide not to, this conversation will stay between us, or it will be a breach of contract. We will not force you two to do anything you do not consent to. Our top priority is the safety of our artists and of you if you choose to meet with them." Sejin continues and hands you both a small card with only a phone number printed on it.

"Can I ask who the 2 artists are? And which of them asked for who?" Lucy asks them.

"Our artists Sunghoon and Heeseung. Sunghoon has asked for you, Miss Lucy. And Heeseung has asked for you, Miss (Y/N)." Woobin informs you both.

Lucy looks over at you in shock. Her bias had asked to meet with her. While you, on the other hand, had your bias wrecker of the night asking to meet with you.

"Oh 100% I am A okay to meet with Sunghoon." Lucy squeals as the information settles in.

You couldn't believe this was actually happening. Lee Heeseung had asked to meet with you. You. Of all the people he saw in that crowd tonight.

"Well, we have Miss Lucy's consent. How about you, Miss (Y/n)? If you still need time to think about it, we completely understand and will be a phone call away awaiting your answer." Sejin says.

"Okay." You whisper.

"I'm sorry?" Sejin asks, not hearing you properly.

"I said okay. I agree to meet with Heeseung." You tell him a little louder.

Your heartbeat drums in your ears as you continue to let the information sink in. Lucy squeals happily beside you as the two men give you both a reassuring smile.

"Great! You're more than welcome to return to your accommodations. The 2 should be back in their hotel rooms right about now. Since today is Heeseung's birthday, he will be doing a live before meeting with you. Will you both be okay with meeting the two around 12:30 am?" Sejin asks.

Lucy quickly nods her head.

"Yes! We'll be ready by then." She answers for you both.

Sejin smiles.

"Perfect. Just call the number when you're ready. Woobin will escort you ladies out. It was nice meeting you both." Sejin says and reaches his hand out for a handshake.

You take his hand and give it a firm shake in gratitude as Lucy does the same after you. Woobin gestures for you two to follow him out of the room and back into the once bustling hallway. The staff had cleaned up pretty much everything, and the hallway was now empty. He leads you towards the exit and allows security to walk you out the door.

Once you two make it outside, Lucy jumps up in excitement.

"Oh my god....that just happened." You finally realize the situation you were both in.

"I'm gonna get dicked down by my bias. This is fucking wild." Lucy laughs as she wraps an arm around your shoulders.

"I knew Heeseung wanted to fuck when he came up to you with that look in his eyes. He wanted you so bad, I'm telling you." Lucy says as you both walk back to the subway station.

Getting back to your hotel room, Lucy quickly rummages through her luggage for something presentable to wear for Sunghoon.

"Good thing we got waxed for this trip." Lucy jokes as she pulls out an over-sized button-up and a pair of biker shorts.

"I'm gonna rinse off the sweat from the concert. Feel free to look through my clothes if you don't have anything." Lucy winks at you before walking into the bathroom.

It was currently 11:56pm. Your weverse notifies you that a member of Enhypen was now live. Unlocking your phone, you click on the notification that brings you to the app and into the live. On the screen pops up Heeseung with his birthday cake. He's dressed in a black hoodie with the hood up. His dangly earrings sway every time he moves his head.

His bare face takes your breath away as you realize that you will be meeting with this man in less than an hour. You quickly rummage through your luggage for something to wear as the live continues playing in the background. Opting for something casual yet easily accessible, you pull out a pair of spandex and a hoodie. Opting for the only matching set you brought with you, the lacy white set begs for you to wear it and finally get some action. You weren't even sure what possessed you to bring a lingerie set in the first place, but you thanked the gods you did.

Lucy comes out from the bathroom dressed in her button-up and shorts. Her hair had been recurled slightly to give it a little more volume. You could tell she had retouched her makeup as well.

"Heeseung is live right now. I'm gonna rinse off as well and change." You tell Lucy as you walk into the bathroom with your clothes.

Lucy immediately snatches your phone and watches the live. Giggling as she realized the other members had entered and began celebrating with him.

After you get ready and make sure you have all your things, Lucy dials the number on the card. It was currently 12:23 am. The person on the other line asks for the hotel name and says that a car would be ready for them in 10 minutes.

Nerves settle into the pit of your stomach as the time inches closer and closer.

"Am I really about to have a one night stand with Lee Heeseung?" You ask Lucy who only laughs at your question.

"Yes. You're about to get a taste of South Korea." She winks at you before pulling you out the door and towards the elevator.

The entire ride to the hotel had your stomach in twists. Nerves eating at you as you enter the hotel Enhypen and their staff were currently staying in. You play with the hem of your hoodie as you both ride the elevator up to the floor the members are currently staying on.

"Sunghoon is in room 70G, and Heeseung is in 72G." The staff member informs you both as you reach the 7th floor of the hotel.

"Thank you." You say to the staff member as you exit the elevator.

Lucy holds your hand tightly as you walk down the quiet hallway towards the rooms. Your eyes scan the numbers on the doors, searching for the one that currently occupies the idol who had asked to meet you. You both reach 70G first. Meaning Lucy will be leaving you alone for the rest of the night.

"Have fun." Lucy winks at you before knocking on the door.

A moment later, the door is being pulled open by none other than Park Sunghoon himself. His eyes glance over at you for a second before going back to Lucy.

"Hi." He says quietly as he opens the door a little wider for Lucy to enter.

Lucy gives you a thumbs up before stepping in. Sunghoon bows his head slightly to you before shutting the door behind Lucy.

You mentally curse at yourself as you awkwardly walk to the room with 72G plastered on its door. Taking in a deep breath, you bring your hand up to knock on the door. You hear shuffling and the sound of someone walking over before the door is being pulled open. Heeseung stands before you with his hood still on the way you had seen it when you were watching his live earlier.

"Hi." You manage to squeak out as Heeseung's eyes look you up and down.

A different look in them now compared to the sweet eyes you had seen on his live. He smirks slightly.

"Hi." He says back to you before stepping aside and pulling the door open wider to allow you entry.

You nervously step forward and enter the hotel room. Heeseung closes the door behind you both and leads you further into the room. You see the partially eaten cake sitting on the desk and the fallen balloons on the second bed.

"Uh, I just ended the live not too long ago, so don't worry about the camera." Heeseung reassures you as he points at the camera that sits on the tripod in front of the cake.

You already knew that because your phone had been playing his live the entire time you were on the way over. He had ended the live before you reached his door.

"No worries!" You smile up at the man before you.

His height towering over your small frame as you awkwardly shift from leg to leg. Heeseung chuckles before taking your bag from your hand and setting it on the table behind him.

"So, what's your name?" He asks you as he sits down on the rolling chair and gestures for you to take a seat on the edge of the bed.

You follow his lead and sit down before stuffing your hands in your hoodie pockets out of nervousness. Heeseung was wearing a pair of gray sweats along with his black hoodie that looked so good on him. His face looked 10 times better bare. His smile sent arrows into your heart, whereas his smirks sent a chill down your spine.

"My name is (Y/n)." You tell him as your eyes dart around the room.

Heeseung finds you cute as you try not to make eye contact with him.

He chuckles before getting up from the chair and standing in front of you. Your eyes widen as you look up at him from your seated position. The tension filling the air quickly. His eyes hooded as he looked down at you with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

"You're very pretty." Heeseung compliments you.

He brings a hand up to cup the side of your face. Thumb pressed gently on your bottom lip.

"Is this okay?" He asks you.

You can't speak. Only nodding your head slightly.

"I need words, princess. Can I touch you?" He asks.

His voice two tones deeper than usual. The arousal clear in his eyes. You feel the butterflies swarming your stomach at the pet name.

"Yes." You say as you continue looking up at him with slightly wide eyes.

Heeseung smirks.

"Good girl." He says before pressing his thumb past your lips and onto your tongue.

You raise a hand up to wrap around his wrist gently. Closing your lips around his thumb, you suck on his finger. Heeseung chuckles at the sight of you.

"Are you gonna let me ruin you tonight, angel?" Heeseung pulls his thumb from your mouth to allow you to answer him.

"Yes, sir." You find yourself falling into submission for him rather quickly.

Heeseung's eyes darken at the name given to him.

"How do you like it, baby? I won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable." Heeseung asks.

Reassuring you that he won't take advantage of you and will abide by your consent.

"I like it rough, sir. Wanna cry for you. Wanna make you feel good, sir." The confidence rising in you as Heeseung's eyes eat you up.

"Fuck." He groans before leaning down to crash his lips against your own.

Your hands find their way into his hair, gripping at the roots as one of his hands wraps around your throat gently, and the other slides up your hoodie to grip your waist. Pushing you down on the soft bed, lips smacking, teeth clashing, tongues colliding. The kiss is heated and messy as you both move further up along the bed to get into a more comfortable position.

Heeseung has his knees on either side of your hips, trapping you beneath him. His hand that grips your waist moves up slightly to touch the underside of your right boob. You sigh at the feeling of his some what rough hands on your skin.

"Take it off." Heeseung commands, gesturing to your hoodie.

You waste no time sitting up slightly to pull off your hoodie and toss it to the side. Your white lace bra cupping your tits perfectly on display for Heeseung to see. He moans slightly at the sight, his hands coming down to grope them.

"You look so pretty in white, angel. Is this all for me?" Heeseung asks.

You moan at his touch. Heeseung places kisses from your jaw down to your neck. Sucking harshly and leaving marks down your clavicle to your chest. One of his hands pulls down the lacy cup of the bra and frees your left breast. Nipples hard as your arousal kicks in. Your hands grip the sheets beneath you.

"Yes, sir. All for you." You moan out when he begins teasing your nipple.

Heeseung wraps his lips around the free breast, sucking and biting on your nipple while his other hand continues groping your other one. Giving both of your boobs plenty of attention. You feel the wetness pooling in your panties at the stimulation.

"So good, sir." You moan.

Praising Heeseung for the pleasure he's giving you.

Heeseung pulls away to slip off his own hoodie. Staring down at you with lust filled eyes. You admire his body. Lean and fit. His abs faintly showing and his v-line directing your eyes to his achingly hard cock straining against his sweatpants. Just the outline alone had you drooling. He was big. Long and thick.

Heeseung smirks down at you as he catches you shamelessly gawking over his naked torso.

You gulp slightly as you meet his dark eyes once again.

"You can touch me, angel." He chuckles.

Your hands move on their own accord as they roam down his chest. Feeling his hot skin beneath your palms. Every dip of his muscles. You were in absolute shock that you were touching one of your idols in this way.

Heeseung places a hand on your own, guiding you further down to where he wanted to feel you the most. Palming his hard on with your own soft hands, he groans at the contact.

"Was thinking about this the entire time I was performing. Saw you screaming so prettily for us. Wanted to hear you scream my name only." Heeseung tells you.

You gasp as he wraps your fingers around his clothed cock. Your thighs squeezing together underneath him.

"Wanna see you, sir. Wanna have my mouth full of you, please." You whine.

He smirks at your words.

"Anything you want, princess." Heeseung says before sliding off the bed to help you down on your knees.

You stare up at him through your lashes as you slide his sweatpants further down his hips and past his mid thigh. Dragging his briefs down with it. His aching cock springing up to gently slap at his lower stomach. The tip red and leaking with precum. His dick print did nothing in preparing you for his actual bare cock. It was a pretty pink with a few prominent veins from the base to the tip. He was long and fairly thick.

You lick your lips as you look up at Heeseung for permission to continue. He chuckles before pulling on your hair and holding it back for you.

"Go on, angel." Heeseung gives you the go.

You wrap a hand around his base, squeezing slightly to get a good feel of his weight. He hisses through his teeth when he finally feels your soft hands wrapped around him. His dark eyes never once leaving your dirty ministrations below him. You collect some saliva into your mouth before spitting on his cock. Using it as a lubricant to move your hand quicker up and down his dick. He groans as you wrap your lips around the head of his cock. Sucking lightly and licking his slit. Your other hand comes up to grope his balls. Toying with them as your lips move further down his hard length. The feeling of your warm mouth wrapped around him has Heeseung in a daze.

"Fuck. You're not an angel at all. You're just a filthy cock whore aren't you? Letting someone you don't even know fuck your mouth like this. I'm gonna fuck you so hard and ruin you for anyone else. Not even Jake would be able to please you like I will." Heeseung harshly says as he takes over and thrusts his cock down your throat.

You gag slightly at his sudden move. Not prepared yet to take him so far. Your eyes water as he pulls out of your mouth with his tip resting on your bottom lip. Heeseung smirks before slipping his cock back in your mouth, fucking your face for his own pleasure. You said you liked it rough so Heeseung was gonna give you just that.

You obediently sit on your knees and let him fuck your throat. Trying to relax your muscles as much as you could with him slipping further and further down. Your hands grip onto his flexed thighs, nails leaving an imprint on his fair skin as you try and breathe. The sounds of you gagging and Heeseung's groans fill the room entirely. You stare up at the man before you, looking god sent as he basks in the feeling of your mouth.

"Fuck me." He curses as he feels his orgasm approaching.

He looks down at your teary eyes, cheeks red and lips puffy. God, you looked so beautiful.

"Gonna cum for my cock whore. Are you gonna take it all, baby? Be my good girl?" Heeseung asks as his thrusts slow down slightly to grant you some mercy.

You nod your head, greedily sucking in as much air as you could before Heeseung decides to slip down your throat for much longer this time. Tears fall from your eyes at the sudden move. You couldn't breathe but you tried your best to get Heeseung to cum quickly.

He groans as he feels his orgasm washing over him. Releasing his cum down your throat.

"Fuck!" He moans out, throwing his head back at the feeling of his high.

He pulls out of your mouth, his cock still semi-hard as he watches you swallow his cum. A few drops dripping down your chin. Heeseung swipes his finger across your chin to pick up the rest of his cum that dripped past your lips. He slips his cum coated finger into your sore mouth, letting you suck the rest of it off. Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out to show him that you had swallowed it all like a good girl.

"What a dirty whore." Heeseung smirks before pulling you onto your feet and crashing his lips against your own.

You whimper against his tongue that intrudes your mouth. Tasting you and his own cum on your tongue. His hands snake around your body and greedily unclasps your bra. You gasp against his lips at the feeling of your bare chest meeting the cool air of the room.

"The most perfect pair of tits I've ever seen." Heeseung compliments.

Pushing your body gently onto the bed, your back against the soft sheets. Heeseung pulls your shorts down, leaving you in nothing but your lace panties.

"I wanna taste you, baby. Will you let me have a taste?" He asks you as he lays in between your open legs.

Kissing up your soft thighs closer and closer to your needy core. You moan at the feeling of his soft lips against your warm skin.

"Yes, sir. Want you so bad. Please. Please. Please." You give him consent to eat you out.

Heeseung wastes no time in diving in. The sweet smell of you intoxicating his senses. He kisses your wet slit through your lace panties. The embarrassingly wet patch soaking through the thin fabric. Bringing his fingers up to your clothed pussy, he slips the thin material to the side allowing him to see your pretty pussy up close. Blowing slightly on your sensitive core, teasing you to wrap your thighs around his shoulders.

"Don't tease, sir. Please. Been so good for you." You beg him.

"Wanna take my time with you, angel. I don't know if I'll ever be able to have this pussy ever again." Heeseung says before licking a stripe up your folds to your clit.

Sucking on the sensitive bud, you moan out loud at the pleasure that travels up your spine. Your needy pussy finally getting the attention it wanted. Your right hand finds solace in Heeseung's hair, gripping harshly making Heeseung moan against your cunt. Your left hand grips onto the pillow you're currently laying on. The sweet pleasure sending you into a state of euphoria. You've never been the biggest fan of someone eating your cunt but the way Heeseung absolutely makes out with your pussy like it's the only thing he lives for has you on cloud nine.

"FUCK!" You scream out when you feel Heeseung's two fingers enter your tight hole.

His fingers curling just right against your warm walls. Lips sucking and tongue licking your pussy like a man starved. Heeseung watches your every expression. The way your eyes roll back and clench shut every time he sucks on your clit. How your head is thrown back when his fingers reach deeper inside of you. He probably enjoyed this more than you were. His cock already achingly hard once again at just your noises alone. The way you moan out curse words and his name.

He wasn't sure how he was supposed to let you go after this. He was drunk on you and your body. The way it reacted to him had him praying he'd see you again after this.

You feel the knot in your stomach tighten as Heeseung sucks harshly on your clit.

"DON'T STOP! OH GOD I'M GONNA CUM!" You tell Heeseung.

His fingers pump in slightly quicker to get you to reach your high. Heeseung is messy as he laps at your cunt. It only takes him one last pump of his fingers to have you tipping over the edge.

"FUCK ME!" You moan out as your legs shake around his shoulders.

Locking him in as he licks you through your orgasm. Your cum dripping out and around his fingers, staining his chin and the sheets below you both.

You whimper as the overstimulation settles in. Unlocking your weak legs from around his shoulders and pushing his head away from your sensitive pussy.

"Too much, sir." You weakly tell him.

The aftershocks of your mind blowing orgasm leaving you hazy.

"Tastes so fucking sweet, baby girl. Could eat you for the rest of my life." Heeseung says, sucking on his cum soaked fingers.

You bite your lip at the sight of him. His eyes are hooded and dark, his face filled with pure pleasure.

"Fuck me please, sir. Wanna feel your big cock stretching my pussy. It's all yours, sir. All for you, Heeseung." You whine.

Sitting up from your position, lips attaching to his once again to taste yourself on his tongue. Heeseung slips out of his sweats and briefs. Pumping his hard cock and pushing you back down on the bed. His lips never leaving your own as he pushes your knees up to your chest.

"Gonna fuck this pretty pussy until you're cumming around my cock, princess. Wanna see you cry for me like you promised. Make me the happiest birthday boy, yeah?" Heeseung teases you.

"Yes, please. Wanna give you the best birthday gift, sir." You tell him.

Heeseung pulls out a condom from the nightstand beside the bed. Ripping the wrapper with his teeth, he rolls the condom onto his hard cock and aligns himself with your tight hole. You both gasp as the tip of his cock slips into your wet pussy. Not wanting to waste any more time teasing. Heeseung stares deeply into your eyes. Pushing your knees further down against your chest, he slips into you deeper. Moaning at the feeling of your tight and warm pussy wrapping around him, Heeseung slips a hand around your neck and lightly squeezes.

He bottoms out in your pussy, pushing all the way in in one swift movement. You whimper when you feel the tip of his cock push past your walls and kiss your cervix. He was definitely the biggest and thickest cock you've ever had. The slight pain quickly turning into pleasure.

"Please fuck me, sir. Want it rough. Wanna cum on your cock so bad." You say breathlessly as you stare into Heeseung's eyes.

"Fuck." Was all Heeseung could say before pulling out of your pussy and slamming back in to you roughly.

His hips move mercilessly as he thrusts into your soaking cunt at a pace that has you seeing stars. You weren't even sure where all this strength came from. He had just finished an almost 3 hour concert yet he was fucking into you like he had all the stamina in the world.

Heeseung's hand squeezes your neck tighter. His cock brushing against your womb with every thrust.

"So. Fucking. Tight." He groans out the words between each quick move of his hips.

The sound of skin on skin and your moans fill the hotel room. You completely forget that your best friend was also in the room next door probably also getting her back blown out by Sunghoon.

"Oh shit. Oh fuck. Yes, yes, yes!" You can't get a proper sentence out.

Heeseung was fucking you too good. It had been a while since you last got laid, but none of your past sexual partners could ever compare to Heeseung.

He truly was ruining you for anyone else.

"My dirty slut. Pussy so wet and welcoming for me. It's all mine. Say it. Say this pussy belongs to me." Heeseung let's his possessiveness run wild.

He knew you weren't his, but hearing you say it would push him closer to the edge. He needed to hear you say you were his.

"Fuck! It's all yours. This pussy is only yours." Your mind is hazy as the words spill out.

The tightening knot in your stomach about to break away. Tears fall from your glossy eyes as Heeseung tightens his hold around your throat.

"I can feel you clenching around me so tightly, princess. Are you gonna cum? Go ahead and cum all over me, baby. Wanna feel you cream my cock." Heeeseung says as he rests on his knees and pulls your hips higher to fuck into you at a different angle.

The change in position has the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot head-on. A loud moan rips from your throat at the new feeling.

"FUCK! I'm cumming." You let him know before you completely let go of the tight knot.

Your second orgasm washing over your body in waves. Thighs trembling by Heeseung's sides as both his hands move down to grip your waist tightly. He wasn't far behind you as he fucks you through your high and into overstimulation.

"Cum for me, sir. Please." Your eyes glossy, lips parted, and hair a beautiful mess against the white sheets.

Heeseung wishes he could take a picture of just how good you looked at this moment all fucked out on his cock.

"Shit." He moans out as he finally tips over the edge and cums into the condom.

His thighs clench tightly as he shoots his cum into the rubber. It flows out around the base of his cock and slides down the back of your thighs and to your ass. He couldn't believe he came so much that it leaked out from the condom. It's never happened with anyone else he's been with.

Letting your waist go, he leans down to connect your lips once again. This time, it was a little slower and more sensual. Not hungry or needy.

"Thank you." Heeseung says as he pulls away from you to stare at you.

You finally feel the shyness creeping back up on your face as you come out of your sex haze.

"For what?" You ask him after a few seconds of silence.

He smiles his dazzling smile down at you and pecks your lips.

"For giving me the best gift this year." He tells you.

You cover your face with your hands as the heat creeps onto your cheeks. Heeseung chuckles at your embarrassment and presses soft kisses to the backs of your hands and wrist. Gently prying your hands away so he could see you again.

He was still soft inside you, and you felt very sticky between your thighs, but you didn't mind because having Heeseung close to you like this was something you could only ever dream of.

"Let's get washed up, yeah? Then we'll figure out what to do next." He suggests.

You look up at him in slight shock. You expected him to just ask you to leave quietly after this, but his words insinuated he wanted to spend more time with you.

You agree to the washing up part, so Heeseung slips out of you and throws the used condom away. Heeseung asks you to join him in the shower, and so you do. He gently washes you and pampers you with soft kisses against your shoulders and neck. Making you cum for the third time that night on his fingers. Heeseung really couldn't get enough of you.

When you both finished and you were dressed in nothing but one of his large clean shirts, you two lay on the other bed in the room and get to know one another better.

You tell Heeseung about your job back at home, your family, your best friend that was currently still next door, and how you got into Enhypen.

Heeseung tells you stories of his life when he was a trainee, his time on I-Land, the other members, and even about his family.

You two were really getting close, and you hadn't even realized it was nearing 3 in the morning. Talking to Heeseung came easily. He wasn't judgemental and had a comforting aura that just made you feel welcome. You didn't feel like a fan and their idol.

Just you and Heeseung.

Two regular people.

"I don't think I can let you go after this." Heeseung tells you honestly as he looks over at you.

He had been playing with your fingers while you told him about a childhood story.

You feel your heart stop at that moment. Your eyes finding his own to see if he was just saying it to fuck with you or not. A nervous smile plays on his lips as he adverts his gaze to the ceiling. Butterflies swarm in your stomach as you fully observe the actual beauty that makes up Lee Heeseung.

"I think we'll get in trouble if we keep in touch." You tell him.

He sighs and nods his head.

"I know. But.....you can keep a secret, right?" A mischievous look dances in his eyes as he finally looks over at you.

You smirk up at him.

"I didn't sign an NDA for no reason." You joke.

#enhypen #enhypen smut #lee heeseung #heeseung #heeseung smut #lee heeseung x reader #lee heeseung smut #enha smut #heeseung x reader

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east-polaris · 6 months ago

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I’m reading the script for the Wicked movie (which you can also read here if you scroll down!) and believe me I am so in love with the movie as is but some of the stuff we could have gotten?? Anyways I’ve compiled some of the new (old?) info, scenes, and changes in case you don't want to read the whole thing

‼️SPOILERS FOR WICKED PART ONE AND TWO‼️

In the intro, we were supposed to see Dorothy and co leaving Kiamo Ko with the broomstick

Glinda gets interrupted like she does in the Broadway version ("how dead is she?")

Different bullying scene witht he munchkin kids

they throw rocks at her??

Galinda meeting Pfannee and Shenshen

Elphaba and Nessa are both in their 20s

Morrible canonically has great shoes

No one lets Elphaba sit with them :(

Elphaba's vision in Something Bad is a black and white barn, presumably in our world, which is GENIUS. Elphaba is so powerful because she's a child of both worlds, and in The Wizard of Oz, our world is in black and white

We get a name for Fiyero's horse- Feldspur

A montage of everyone learning about Fiyero's arrival, including Boq riding an Ozian bicycle which i would have loved to see, considering the bikes in the movie are disappointingly normal

A lot of moments with Nessa being infatuated with Boq before he asks her out

A whole subplot with Aravic (a character from the books) being in love with Nessa

We get way more info about what the animals are going through. They need permits to speak, and when dr Dillamond went to a cafe he was shown to the “non speaking section”. The animal teachers have separate quarters that are small and rundown

Fiyero immediately adopts Boq as his best friend

Like Fiyero sing the beginning of Dancing through life to Boq specifically

Boq offers his hankerchief to Galinda instead of forcing her to take it and she accepts it

basically they did my guy Boq right in this script and I'm sad it didn't entirely translate to screen because I love him

Galinda redirects Boq to Nessa because she doesn't want to hurt his feelings

A turtle guards the door to the Ozdust. Fiyero bribes him to get in and Morrible just intimidates him by glaring

we were supposed to get the punch line :(

They are all drunk at the Ozdust

Students are actually worried when they see their teacher at the illegal nightclub they're all at instead of not caring

Elphaba, Galinda, Fiyero, Boq, and Nessa all dance together

The montage after popular is phenomenal and I'm so sad that they cut it, I'm going to make a whole separate post about it because I have a lot of feelings

Galinda genuinely thinks Elphaba is beautiful

HUGE Fiyero Scarecrow reference (We could go this way? Or that way?)

The flying contraption that the Wizard sends says Omaha State Fair on the side

Morrible can only do weather magic

There was a tiny Wizard and I reprise

Dulcibear comes to see Elphaba off to the Emerald City

Boq confronts Galinda about leading him on

Elphaba and Boq have a conversation about romantic feelings and I want to see it so bad

Wiz-o-mania was going to be a theme park ride

Dr Dillamond's glasses are in Elphaba's pocket when she meets the Wizard

Tiny Sentimental Man reprise

They don't crash the balloon, just use it to get to the attic space

Fiyero turns away from Boq and rides away on his horse during Defying Gravity

TLDR: It's largely the same movie, but some major changes were made and I need a director's cut STAT

#wicked #wicked 2024 #wicked part one #elphaba thropp #glinda upland #boq woodsman #fiyero tigelaar #nessarose thropp #wicked spoilers

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bucktommysource · 1 month ago

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The bucktommy hiatus event begins on Sunday June 1st - exactly one week away! You can check out our intro post here for a reminder of the list of prompts.

We'll post a reminder the day before, and each week we will make post reminders to mark the start of a new prompt. Remember to tag your content with #bucktommysource and/or #bucktommyhiatusevent if you want us to see it!

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theovalentine · 1 year ago

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can you write Jake webber reader and Johnny in a Walmart video and some guy comes up and tries to hit on Y/n and jake gets all mad and there’s a fight?:)

Candle Isle

Summary: Jake texts you telling you, him, and Johnnie are going to Walmart for a valentines themed video and then you get there this guy starts hitting on you.

Pairing: Jake Webber x reader

Tw: violence, blood, random dude being a creep, Jake and Johnnie jokes (if this counts), cussing.

2k+ words

A/N: please note that i haven't written fanfic in a while so this writing might be a little bad but thank you so much for the request!

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Jake had texted you two hours ago asking for you to film a video and Johnnie. He said you guys would go to Walmart and just fuck around and buy a bunch of random stuff for another video for Johnnie’s channel.

You and Jake had been dating for a few months now so of course you had made small appearances in some videos and filmed for them every now and then but you haven't done a full video with them yet. You were excited and nervous at the same time. More nervous than anything but Jake assured you that he would make sure you were fine the whole time.

Your phone buzzed “I'm here”

You gathered your things you needed to leave the house, locked the door, then walked down the stairs of the apartment building and saw Jake waiting for you at the door. Jake hears the door close so he turns around with a smile on his face

“Hey” you say and walk over to him looking up at him slightly.

“Hey you look good” he puts his hand on your waist and leans down for a quick kiss and you smile into it. He starts leading you to the car holding your hand.

“Sorry we’re a little late Johnnie took forever to get ready” you simply nod and laugh a little bit

Jake walks around the car to the passenger side and opens the door for you and you quickly slide into the seat

“Hey Johnnie what's up” you say as Jake walks around the car to get in the car.

You have known Johnnie for quite a while now just from filming videos with a few of his friends and eventually he became really close with Jake and introduced you guys to each other about six months ago.

Jake gets in the car and we all agree to film an intro in the car at Walmart to be more discreet because Walmart doesn't necessarily like people filming in the store.

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Jake eventually finds a parking spot and sets up the camera on the dash.

“Everyone ready” he puts thumbs up and turns around slightly in his seat to see Johnnie in the back seat.

You and Johnnie both nod and let Jake press record.

“We are here at Walmart and we are going to look around and eventually I'm gonna get my lady something from the valentine's section”

“Aww that's sweet” you say and look at jake

“My lady being this hot babe in the back seat” jake pointed at johnnie

“Hell yeah get fucked” johnnie looked at you with your jaw dropped and you laughed

“No but for real this is my valentine next to me and I'm just getting johnnie whatever he wants because he is lonely” Jake joked.

“Dude what the- let's get out of here” johnnie heads to get out.

You all get out of the car and head inside and on the way to the entrance while the cameras weren't rolling Jake turned to you and asked if you were comfortable. You simply smiled and nodded.

Entering the store Jake pulls out his phone to start filming again “okay guys do we want a cart?”

“Can I ride in it?” Johnnie says to the camera

“I know something you could ride” Jake jokes back at him and smirks

“Jake your girlfriend is here take it easy” he slightly whispers

Jake pans the camera to you and you're just standing there staring at them. They both laugh at you and you just smile while grabbing a cart.

“Hop in” You tell Johnnie

“Wait actually?” he hops in and you try to push the cart but struggle a little bit

Jake laughs at your struggle “Johnnie i think she's struggling a bit there buddy” Johnnie laughs and hops out the cart

“Here y/n get in” Johnnie then lets you get in and starts pushing the cart while Jake films.

Eventually you guys make your way to the candle section

“This is where i lose all my money to y/n” jake looks at you

“Let me get out, I love candles” you hop out of the cart and start looking at candles. Jake and Johnnie are on the other side of the aisle looking at other candles and cracking up over jokes.

“Yall I'm not gonna lie I'm going to piss my pants if i don't go to the bathroom right now” Jake says

“Okay go we will wait here” Johnnie said

Jake left quickly and you laughed at his dramatic urgency. Johnnie is only halfway down the aisle from you now, both of you just looking at candles silently.

You are bent down looking at the bottom shelf when you hear two guys behind you laughing. You weren't sure if it was at you but you were not taking that chance so you took your candles that you picked out to put in the cart and then walked over to Johnnie telling him you were slightly uncomfortable.

You and Johnnie headed to the next aisle over so you weren't too far from where Jake would try to find you. You guys were looking at simple stuff on the shelves when two guys came up to you. You assumed it was the guys laughing just before.

“Hey Sweetheart” one of these guys came up to you with his friend not too far behind him. He looked to be about college age or maybe just graduated but definitely still had the frat vibe.

“Uhm Hi” You looked at him confused then turned to look at Johnnie with a weirded out look. He was already on his phone texting Jake about the situation.

“Is this your boyfriend?” he looked around you to look at Johnnie waving his fingers as if he was saying hi

“No but-” you tried to say your actual boyfriend was here but he had cut you off

“Oh so you're single” he gave you the most disgusting grin. You turned to Johnnie who had a slightly scared look on his face. You could tell that Johnnie wanted to do or say something about this but you also could tell that he had never been in a fight in his life and was scared to get beat up. You couldn't blame him.

“Well-” he had cut you off again.

“Because me and my friend here think you're super cute and he bet me that I wouldn't be able to get your number” He pointed at his friend behind him.

Before you could think of an answer you felt an arm around your shoulder. Looking over you saw it was Jake and his hand was cold from where he had just washed them. Not only did his cold hand calm you but him just showing back up filled you with relief.

“Yeah she is pretty cute but sadly for you and happily for me she's taken” jake looked at him and tried to lighten the mood

“And you are?” He straightened his posture to ‘intimidate’ Jake but Jake wasn't having it.

“Her boyfriend. Did you not pick that up from the ‘shes taken’ comment” Jake looked at this guy like he was the most stupid person in the world and removed his arm from around your shoulder.

“Are you calling me dumb?” The guy cocked his head at Jake.

“Not necessarily but you must be if you didn't pick up on the fact that she didn't want you from how uncomfortable she is” Jake quickly shot back at this guy.

“Come on she wasn't uncomfortable until you showed up” The guy rolled his at jake

“Hm, Really?” Jake turned to you and you looked down “No i think i know my girlfriend enough to say she was definitely uncomfortable”

“Lets ask her then” this guy leans over and tries to look at your face “huh love are you uncomfortable” you simply try to back up

“Bro don't get in her face like that” Jake pushes his shoulder lightly just to back him up a little bit.

“Hey don't touch me” The guy got angry and Jake steps in front of you to try and seem intimidating.

“Maybe stop bothering us then” Jake grabs your hand and turns around and you guys try to leave

“Yeah, follow your owner like a pet.” This comment not only upset you but as soon as Jake saw the look on your face he immediately turned around.

Everything was happening so fast that by the time you felt Jake let go of your hand you turned around to see his fist hitting the creeps face. Immediately gasping you try to go and stop him but you feel Johnnie’s hand grab your arm. He didn't want you to get hurt as well.

“JAKE!” you try to stop him but by the time you got to him the other guys friend had already grabbed him and told him they needed to run before the cops got there.

You grab Jake's arm and he is breathing heavily, you turn him around quickly to look at him.

“Oh my god, Jake you're bleeding” you grab his face lightly not wanting to hurt him

“Oh” he touches his face lightly to see the blood on his fingers

“Come on put your hood on we are leaving” you told him you pull his hood on for him and you guys just leave the cart behind.

Johnnie follows quietly as you guys make your way out the store to the car.

“I'm driving okay I'm not letting your drive after that you get that right?” you tell jake and he understands. You all get in the car and you realize he's been pretty quiet. “You good?” you turn to him asking softly and he nods.

“God jake you have the longest fucking legs in existence” struggling to adjust the car seat. Everyone slightly laughs realizing you're trying to lighten the mood.

“It's not my fault you're short” he comments back at you.

“I'm not that short” you roll your eyes

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You guys end up at the boys house and everyone gets out and walks in and Johnnie goes to his room.

“Come on let's get you cleaned up” you put your bag down and grab Jake's hand dragging him towards the bathroom.

You both enter the bathroom and shut the door behind you as he leans against the counter and you walk over to him.

“Where do you want me?” he asks lowly and you could tell he feels bad.

“Well if you stand there i won't be able to reach you” you smile at him and shake your head lightly.

Jake puts his hands on your waist and turns you around and lifts you up onto the counter.

“Better?” he asks and you think you might lose your mind.

“Better.” you stare at him analyzing his face and injuries. He has a split eyebrow with dried blood running down his face, he also has a split lip. “Your lip hurt?” you look up at him with caring eyes because of his fresh piercings.

“Oh yeah I'm not gonna lie I feel like it's gonna fall off” you laugh at him looking at it more deeply.

“Get the first aid kit and I'll clean it up to see if we need to remove the piercing” he immediately leans over to get the first aid kit from under the bathroom counter. As he does this you turn your body to wash your hands. He hands it to you and you set it on the counter next to you pulling out an alcohol wipe. You open it, wrapping it around your finger lightly tapping his eyebrow. After cleaning up his eyebrow you put a butterfly bandage on it.

“Now the hard part” you pull his lip down lightly and he winces softly. “I think you should take the piercing out just in case” he groans and throws his head back. He had just got another put in because he swallowed the last one. “I know i know but i wouldn't want it to get infected and make your lip fall off, how would i kiss you then??”

“Okay fine but I'm making you take it out you have smaller fingers.” you take out his lip piercing and clean it up.

“If it wasn't already swollen before it definitely is now” you joke a little “there isn't another injury on the lip he must have just hit the piercing and it got agitated” he puts his hand on your hips and squeezes a little trying not to hurt you. You clean it up a little more and put some ointment on it for now.

“Are you mad?” he looks down at your lap. You put your hands on his chest in a comforting way

“A little but also not at all. If that makes sense? I don't really like violence but I also really love a boyfriend who sticks up for me and cares about my comfort.” you rub your hand against his shoulder and tilt your head at him. He looks at you and nods.

“Okay” he goes quiet for a second “how long until we can kiss again?” you press a light kiss against the corner of his mouth without the ointment.

“Just a little because I'm not kissing your ointment lip sorry” you smile at him and he groans but then laughs brushing it off.

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#jake webber x reader #jake webber #johnnie guilbert #x reader #jake webber fluff

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pearsandrust · 1 month ago

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Aventurine and the Rule of Three: Past, Present? and Future

Disclaimer: I did not edit this post very well, and it has not been beta-read. Please let me know if you see an error.

IT'S AVENTURINE ESSAY TIME!!!!!! While I previously planned to expand on my original post on this topic, I realized that things actually go a lot deeper with Aventurine.This post is therefore going to address a different interpretation of the motif of "threes", one that will hopefully be more interesting when explored in detail. My thoughts on this have been so chaotic that this will feel more like a rant than an essay, so sorry in advance!

Thanks to everyone who reblogged my original post to point out that Kakavasha, Aventurine, and Aventurine's future self also make a trio in the 2.1 quest. I owe you a trillion credits. (i think the first person to mention it was @onceuponaladye -- thank you so much!).

Alright, I'll stop yapping. Words below the cut. As usual, I'm not sure if any of this is coherent.

INTRO:

Aventurine's lore is completely intertwined with the number three. Three dice. Three slots. A goddess with three eyes. And not to mention all the other instances where it appears:

Three spade-like symbols on his coin

Three screens behind him in his boss fight

Three stages of his life (life on Sigonia-IV/life as a slave/life as a Stoneheart)

Three Cornerstones gambled for Penacony

Three parts in the prayer to Gaiathra Triclops

... and probably a lot more I'm missing! Feel free to point more stuff out :)

Notably, the writers use the motif of threes as a narrative device in the 2.1 quest segment "All the Sad Tales", in which we see three versions of Aventurine: Kakavasha (his past self), his current self (who I will be referring to as Aventurine), and his future self (who I will be referring to as Future-Aventurine). This gives us a framework for thinking about the other instances of the rule of three. IN THIS ESSAY I WILL! ... try my best to dissect two very prominent instances of the rule of three in the Penacony 2.1 quest, and elaborate on how each acts as an analogy for Aventurine's past, present, and future. The interesting thing, however, is that Aventurine's present self stands out among these three versions of him. While his past and future selves have very distinct identities and morals, present Aventurine doesn't. He's conflicted, insecure, lost. He's caught between the weight of his facade and the burden of his past. And while we already know this from the story, it's pretty cool to see just how much subtle symbolism there is in his lore.

Note: Unless stated otherwise, all quotes are from the 2.1 quest.

SECTION 0: Preliminary Thoughts on Kakavasha and Future-Aventurine (mostly a preface -- skip if needed!)

Before I start my analysis, I'd like to point out that Kakavasha and Future-Aventurine are both complex and well-written characters in their own right, and I am definitely not going to do them justice in this essay. Both of them have incredible depth; each has their own opinion on justice, luck, power, preservation, and so much more. However, while looking through Aventurine's lore, I found that their characters are best represented through sets of two, like the pieces of jewellery Aventurine's mother left behind or the paired quest descriptions in "All the Sad Tales". I'd like to do a complete analysis of them someday, but I will be oversimplifying them a bit in this essay, and I'm sorry about that. Kakavasha and Future-Aventurine specialists (if any of you are out there), feel free to correct me in the notes.

My best analogy for the relationship between past, present and future Aventurine is that Kakavasha and Future-Aventurine are two sides of the same coin, and current Aventurine is the edge of that coin. We usually approximate a coin toss to two equal and opposite outcomes: either heads or tails. The third option -- tossing a coin and having it land on its side -- is rarely acknowledged due to its near-impossibility. However, Aventurine is exactly the kind of person to toss a coin and have it land on its side. It should be impossible for him to hold onto both his past and his future given how much they conflict, but he tries anyway.

SECTION 1: The Three Cornerstones

One of Aventurine's biggest feats is choosing to gamble not one, not two, but three entire Cornerstones on Penacony. Furthermore, Aventurine tries to make both Topaz and Jade's stones seem like they're his own. This mirrors how both Topaz and Jade both share distinct similarities with Aventurine, which allows for us to interpret the three Cornerstones as symbols of the stages of his life:

Topaz represents his past.

Aventurine represents his present.

Jade represents his future.

I'm going to go through the Topaz and Jade sections first, as they're a bit easier to explain.

The Past: Topaz and Kakavasha Topaz and Aventurine share a similar origin. Like Aventurine, she also comes from a desolate home planet, and like Sigonia-IV, that planet was also targeted by the IPC. However, the most important similarity between Topaz and Kakavasha is that both of them believe that human lives should come above all else. When Kakavasha's sister tells him that the rain is a gift from Gaiathra, allowing them to turn the tide in their fight against the Katicans, he says this:

But… but people will die, and you will be in danger… How is that good fortune? Why are you all doing this…

Kakavasha has never cared for the politics of Sigonia-IV, and he also seems to question the traditional belief that poverty and suffering are just the trials of Gaiathra Triclops. In his eyes, all of the ideas that his family taught him (that he should appreciate poverty, that defeating the Katicans is important) have only led to more senseless deaths. To him, his family's survival is the only thing that really matters. Topaz expresses a similar (albeit more twisted) belief to Bronya:

I know freedom is precious to people, but in reality there are things of much greater value… such as survival.

In addition, Topaz states that she works in the interest of the common people, and she's known for not caring much about wealth. In this regard, Topaz and Kakavasha have similar ideals.

Topaz also seems to be one of the most honest IPC employees. It's even mentioned in her Character Stories that the one exam she failed was business etiquette, suggesting that she never really puts up a facade for the sake of making a deal. Accordingly, Kakavasha is the only version of Aventurine that isn't acting. He lives as himself: questioning the world around him, grieving what he's lost. The other versions of Aventurine do not have that privilege.

The Future: Jade and Future-Aventurine As we know, Jade was essential in recruiting Aventurine to the IPC in the first place, and they've worked together on many missions. Both of them are experienced in making high-stakes deals, often using lives as bargaining chips (although Aventurine only ever bets his own life -- I'll get to that). These are traits that become more and more central to Aventurine's character as he tries to bury his past and commit to his Stoneheart persona. In the 2.1 quest, Future-Aventurine fully embodies this facade: he's cynical, manipulative, materialistic. Good at sweet-talking in a condescending way, to the point where he sounds a little too much like Jade:

Which is why once you step into the hotel, you remove your high hat and beg everyone you come across for help, like a hyena scavenging for scraps in the desert. - Future-Aventurine, 2.1 quest Unfortunately, there are no more Avgins in Sigonia. You're the last lucky dog. - Jade, Aventurine’s Character Story III

They both speak to Aventurine in the same patronizing manner, and they both refer to Aventurine as a kid/child/young person at some point.

(Side note: When Aventurine is "in character" as the confident negotiator that his future self seems to be, he also acts a lot more like Jade. For example, in Aventurine's animated trailer "Non-Zero Sum Game", he swirls a flute of champagne around the way Jade swirls her wine. Pretty neat detail.)

Future-Aventurine and Jade also share a trait that neither Kakavasha nor current Aventurine possess: the willingness to put other people's lives on the line. Future-Aventurine points this out himself:

In your hands, those who follow you could've become joker cards. They're far more useful that way. - Future-Aventurine, 2.1 quest You will become the IPC's agent in the Silverchain Galaxy. From this moment on, every huff of your breath and every minute of your life will contribute to the Amber Lord's great cause... - Jade, Jade's Character Story: Part I

Future-Aventurine and Jade are both willing to take advantage of people's desires, ultimately using lives themselves as betting chips (or "joker cards", as Future-Aventurine says). It's important to note that Future-Aventurine specifically mentions "those who follow you", which perfectly parallels Jade's ideology towards deals. She waits for those who need her to come to her first.

So, if Topaz represents Kakavasha's innocence and hope, and Jade represents Future-Aventurine's unapologetic, cunning nature ... Where does that leave present Aventurine, represented by the real Aventurine stone? Luckily for us, Future-Aventurine has the answer to that:

The Present: A Fractured Sense of Self?

...Just look at it, tsk. Shattered, just like your life. Poor thing. A humble pebble coated in the most lustrous sheen.

See, the irony of Aventurine's Cornerstone plan is that the two stones he surrendered to the Family -- Topaz and Jade's -- are the ones that make it out unscathed. His own stone is not so lucky. And like his future self says, it's a perfect representation of his life. Because Aventurine's current self is fragmented. His identity is a mosaic of every life he's lived before and every life he'll live after, patched together with escapism and a proficiency for acting. He is the facade and the person under it. He's Kakavasha, Future-Aventurine, both, and neither.

To explain this better, I'd like to look a bit closer at the phrase "a humble pebble coated in the most lustrous sheen". This phrase is especially important because Acheron basically says the same thing of Aventurine, and she knows him especially well after everything that went down in 2.1.

A shattered emptiness draped in the guise of desire... his existence is strikingly powerful, yet the self beneath is extraordinarily faint. - Acheron, "About Aventurine"

(Side note: I find it funny how Acheron just occasionally just drops a Very Accurate Statement about Aventurine and then refuses to elaborate. She's so real.)

"A humble pebble coated in the most lustrous sheen" can be interpreted in two ways:

The first interpretation describes Aventurine's relationship with his past. Kakavasha grew up on a desolate planet, living mostly in poverty. In this situation, he is the "humble pebble". Aventurine's origins make him somewhat of an oddity among the employees of the Strategic Investment Department, and many people were against him being selected as a Stoneheart in the first place:

"And let's not forget the letters from the councilors of the Sigonian Sovereignty. They denounce his tribe for once breaking agreements and sowing discord, leading to significant changes in the balance of peace between the tribes, resulting in repeated delays in the signing of agreements between Sigonia and IPC. Allowing such an employee to join at the IPC would be a severe detriment to public relations..." - Aventurine's Character Story: Part I

Regardless of what others say of him, Aventurine's success in the IPC has given him a great deal of wealth and status, which he uses to mask his difficult past. This is the "lustrous sheen"; the "strikingly powerful existence" that hides his suffering beneath it.

We can tell from the story that Aventurine has never forgotten his past. The "sheen" that the IPC affords him only exists on the surface; no matter how much wealth he has, he cannot use it to erase his previous suffering. And on top of that, Aventurine usually has to conceal his past to maintain his power. But even if he didn't ... the IPC destroyed Kakavasha's home. Aventurine can't bring himself to reconcile with his past identity because of the guilt it causes him, knowing he's now on the enemy's side. In fact, he already thinks of Kakavasha as someone as someone who'll be better than him:

"Kakavasha": Awesome, I hope I can become as good-looking as you when I grow up. Aventurine: Of course you can. Aventurine: You'll be better, and stronger than me.

What does one do with a past they can't return to? It is a problem with an impossible solution, and in the end, it leaves Aventurine stuck between acknowledging his origins and burying them. He knows that Kakavasha will always make up a part of him, but he can't bring himself to accept that -- not when the very company he works for caused his younger self so much pain.

So if present Aventurine both is and isn't Kakavasha, then what about Future-Aventurine? Could Aventurine become him? Could he commit entirely to the facade, living off of deals as Jade does? Could he, perhaps, acquire enough power to be truly free?

This is where the second interpretation of the phrase "a humble pebble coated in the most lustrous sheen" comes in. Because interestingly enough, aventurine is often used as a substitute for jade.

??? (Future-Aventurine): This type of stone isn't rare, but its hue is very similar to a certain gem. In fact, it's often used as a substitute. And that more precious gem is... Aventurine: ...Jade.

A "humble pebble coated in the most lustrous sheen" can also be an act of deception. It can represent Aventurine using glamour and frivolity to make himself seem more confident, daring, valuable -- more like Jade, who has always had more power than him.

I mentioned already that Future-Aventurine is very much like Jade. He's willing to throw away a lot of things for success. In fact, he tells the present Aventurine that (like Jade) he should have no problem putting other people's lives on the line:

In your hands, those who follow you could've become joker cards. They're far more useful that way.

But Aventurine refuses. In all his endeavours, he never gambles away anybody else's life; he only ever stakes his own. That's something he's unwilling to budge on, because he knows what it feels like to be treated as a bargaining chip. And tragically, that's what prevents him from fully realizing his potential as a Stoneheart -- from fully becoming Future-Aventurine, who is so much like Jade. Because Jade's entire business operates on the principle of using lives as capital. Therefore, Aventurine can never become equivalent to Jade if his morals stay as they are now; he can only be a "substitute", a less valuable version.

The present Aventurine is a study in irony. He can't forget his past as Kakavasha, but he can't fully acknowledge it either if he wants to be a Stoneheart. And yet, the pains of that buried past are what prevent him from truly reaching the top of the IPC. He is truly just as shattered as his Cornerstone, made of bits and pieces of other people. People that he once was; people that he might eventually be. And yet he himself is close to being nobody (the self beneath is extraordinarily faint).

Although the Cornerstones are arguably the best representation of the relationship between the three versions of Aventurine, there is another set of three that represents him very well. And although it'll feel a bit repetitive, I'd like to address it too.

SECTION II: The Prayer to Gaiathra Triclops

May the Mother Goddess thrice close her eyes for you … keeping your blood eternally pulsing. May your journey be forever peaceful … and your schemes forever concealed.

You guys probably know what I'm going to say in this section, but this is one of my favourite things about Aventurine ever, so I'm going to say it anyway. The prayer he and his family say to Gaiathra Triclops is yet another example of a set of three: it contains three wishes, each corresponding to one of Gaiathra Triclops' eyes. And like the Cornerstones, these three wishes seem to perfectly align with the stages of Aventurine's life. Again, I'll start by talking about the parts that coincide with his past and future identities, as those are a bit more straightforward.

The Past: "... keeping your blood eternally pulsing." When interpreted literally, this phrase parallels Aventurine's childhood fairly well. Of course survival would have been a priority for Kakavasha -- he and his family were living in terrible conditions on a conflict-ridden planet. There wasn't room in their lives for much else. However, "blood" can also refer to one's relatives, giving this phrase a double meaning; Kakavasha's primary goal was not just survival, but also the survival of his family. Despite his sister emphasizing that he was the blessed child of Gaiathra Triclops, that he would be the one to survive, Kakavasha always thought of his other family members. In his mind, their survival was just as important as his own.

There is also a third interpretation of this phrase, which Kakavasha's sister brings up in their final moments together:

As long as you are alive, the blood of the Avgin will never run dry.

As Kakavasha's sister told him, he was the hope of the clan -- the one who would lead them to happiness. If anyone could make it out, it was him. And so the burden of preserving the Avgins' memory falls entirely onto his shoulders.

One of the reasons Aventurine cannot let go of his past is because of this responsibility. If he truly lets Kakavasha "die", then the history of his people will truly be lost, reduced to only what the IPC was willing to say of them. And Kakavasha will die as soon as Aventurine truly loses himself to his facade.

The Future: "... and your schemes forever concealed."

You're a natural, kid. You don't stop at fooling the audience — you fool yourself too. - Future-Aventurine

I (hopefully) established in the last section that Future-Aventurine is every bit the cunning gambler that people think he is. He's deceptive, condescending, always taunting Aventurine. He even acknowledges himself that he has very few likeable traits. He has no qualms with playing dirty, using others as chips for his deals. He even tells Aventurine he should've sold his mother's lucky charm, completely ignoring its sentimental value (he is both right and wrong about this, but that's a story for another day).

In the context of his character, this part of the prayer is bittersweet. On one hand, it's a sigh of relief: Future-Aventurine has the power he needs. He no longer has to wish for survival. On the other hand, it's tragic, because it means that Future-Aventurine really does completely fool himself. It means that he buries his past, his fears, his suffering. All he's concerned with is his schemes.

(If you need further proof that Future-Aventurine, this phrase, and Jade are connected, Jade repeats "May your schemes be forever concealed" to Aventurine at the end of their first meeting.)

However, for Future-Aventurine to exist, Aventurine must first completely fool himself into believing his Stoneheart facade. He has to convince himself, again and again, that it's worth it; that he can abandon his past and commit fully to the act. And that is the ultimate scheme that he wishes to conceal. Future-Aventurine is a product of Aventurine successfully deceiving himself, and that's tragic. Because even though Future-Aventurine finally has enough power and influence to save himself, there is no self left to save.

The Present: "May your journey be forever peaceful ..." Finally, we get to the last section of the prayer (and the last big section of this post!) Of all three parts of the prayer, this is the least specific. The concept of "peace" isn't as concrete as those of survival and deception, and the idea of a "journey" is equally vague. This aligns with Aventurine's uncertain present; he doesn't truly believe in the IPC, and he doesn't solely desire wealth or fame. He has no way of saving his past or future selves. Then, what does Aventurine want? He questions this himself in the 2.1 quest:

Even if I overcome this difficult trial, what would come next? What awaits me after this glorious gamble... an even more glorious one?

Aventurine is always looking for the next deal, the next gamble. This is his journey -- he goes from one opportunity to the next, never settling too long in one place. He needs the thrill of danger to distract himself, and yet anxiety underscores every bet he makes. He can't win without wondering when his lucky streak will end.

What Aventurine truly lacks is peace. He wants closure; he wants a purpose; he wants answers to those impossible questions (Then how bad were our sins? / Then what did we do to deserve living in a world like that?). He remembers enough of his past for it to haunt him, but not enough to feel whole. And of the million lives he's lived, not a single one has been truly fulfilling.

To tie it all together, this is the description of Aventurine we get at the end of 2.1, which parallels both his need for peace and the concept of his "journey":

His life knows not quietude. His fate yet demands him to win them all, to weather tempests, one after another... til mire enshrouds his very breath. And now, in the unfathomable depths of dream, the once falling die... has at last landed on its earthly rest. Quietly, peacefully, it at last landed.

"Quietly, peacefully, it at last landed". At the end of 2.1, Aventurine does find some semblance of peace, which is a writing decision I am infinitely grateful for. For at least a moment, Aventurine's needs are fulfilled. For at least a moment, he's okay. I very much hope it's not the last.

FINAL THOUGHTS (it's 3AM)

If you made it here, congratulations! Or "I'm sorry"? It's been years since I've written something like this, so I'm not entirely sure which is more appropriate.

In any case, thank you for reading! I love Aventurine and Penacony so much that it was hard to really express my thoughts on them. Most of the time I spent working on this essay was just me staring at my computer with a vague ache in my chest. Penacony is all about illusions and deception and false identities, but I still think it's neat just how well the characters embody these motifs. Aventurine is not who we think he is, and he's definitely not the person he once was. But none of those versions of him were wasted, because they all contribute to the strange, messy, wonderful character we know. I hope I did him at least a little justice with this rant.

Thanks again for reading, everyone!!

#aventurine word vomit hours #UNEDITED POST #SORRY GUYS #i dont even know what to say here #live laugh love aventurine. cant think about him without feeling sad and pacing around my room #okay. more tags tomorrow maybe. im really really sleepy #hsr #hsr aventurine #3800 words total including the quotes. thats. wow #penacony ── .✦#long post ── .✦#hsr thoughts ── .✦

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calebdatabase · 3 months ago

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Caleb & MC Bound by DNA

My god first off I was crashing out while watching the trailer I'm so excited for more CALEB LORE! I remember asking for more Sci-Fi content on a survey and they delivered! Soooo many incredible feelings, so I wanted to follow up on my Caleb as Donor 002 post.

Now we know that Caleb and MC were created from the same 'source' as he literally stated in the trailer. Seems it wasn't far-fetched to draw a connection between Eve being created from Adam's rib!

Taking a closer look at the structure of the DNA helix, I interpret 'source' as they are Cyborgs birthed from the same 'energy source'. The helix appears mechanical in nature with rippling energy currents.

It appears, in this new timeline, Caleb and MC are bound by their very DNA; his myth trailer included imagery of a metal double helix and the following text:

"The enigma behind the double metal helix... The promise you had since you were born."

"But the promise we've had since we were born, I kept that one." - Caleb to MC

Again, there is this imagery of being bound at birth, similar to how twins are (I mentioned the symbolism of twins/siblings and how they're often experimentation victims of Ever in the Donor 002 post). In this case, perhaps they are cyborg clones of the same energy core.

And if you're a Potterhead, you'll see that its a concept remniscent of Harry's and Voldemort's twin Phoenix Feather wand cores. One cannot survive without the other, both must die for one to be vanquished.

Twins, clones, whatever you want to call it**—** it's a pattern you can't deny, and now I'm convinced in the present timeline, Caleb and her are linked in more ways than they appear to be.

Also love how Caleb x MC haters got their panties in a twist and Infold was literally like 'LET ME SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU' *drops myth trailer* Kudos to them for sticking with the planned lore and remaining unfazed by the initial controversy. They had to prime everyone before dropping this, and the ones who get it, get it.

"Then it's a promise. In life and in death, we will never be apart."

You can't tell me these aren't their literal wedding vows HAHA I'm sickkk. Caleb basically said: 'Till death do us part? I think not..' The look in his eyes is so intense too like damn ok i'm all yours for eternity my dude.

I think the promise they made when they were born refers to his promise to protect her always. It's a call back to their childhood memories about Caleb protecting her like a ring system protects its planet; they are born together and they die together.

Here's my thoughts on their A-01 and X-02 titles:

Caleb was distinctively labeled Donor 002 while MC was labeled Subject 001 in old experiment documents by Gaia and Ever.

In Caleb's very first intro trailer and his new myth trailer, his title is X-02. Respectively, MC is A-01. They are a pair represented by the concepts of Death and Rebirth, the ideal weapons to destroy one another, as we're all aware.

'A' may represent 'Alpha' in the concept of 'Alpha and Omega' aka the 'Beginning and the End'. MC can miraculously revive after dying via her Aether Core and can only be fully destroyed (and by proxy reborn) by the power Caleb wields.

'X' is associated with 'with death and rebirth, as it is thought to mark the end of one cycle and the beginning of another. It is also often seen as a symbol of change or transition, as it represents the crossing of a threshold.'

Pretty straightforward. All I experience is pain with these two, and I. Need. More.

In honor of Caleb's myth dropping, I'm gonna post my embarrassingly long Supernova theory on the pair soon since I gleaned more insight from the myth trailer tidbits. Now I'm not sure if I should wait until reading his myth so I can go back and edit or just release it as is.

Might have to split it up into a few posts with their own section so its digestible lmao. It's been a couple months in the making and while it includes the scientific concepts explained in the Bound by Gravity, United in Resonance video, I also weaved it into the lore and the direction of Caleb's story. I've been a full believer in the Supernova Catalyst theory since Caleb was released and I'm excited to share my thoughts on them so stay tuned (his eyes are literal supernovas)!

My tumblr is Caleb Database and I plan to post more fun things like fics, lore theories, and fanart (I've already got one fic and two lore posts up). I'm also obsessed with Star Wars and Harry Potter, so you're likely to see some AU's of Caleb in these realms...

#love and deepspace caleb #love and deepspace #lads caleb #lads theories #love and deepspace theories #love and deepspace theory #caleb theory #caleb theories #caleb lore #caleb x mc #lads lore #lads theory #xia yizhou #caleb xia

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stardustbarbarians · 3 months ago

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Most Of All

An Enchanted sequel

A Sam Kiszka / Daniel Wagner fic

Summary: History repeats itself. This time, while the whole world is watching.

Tags: established relationship, fluff, love spell au, some sexually suggestive content

Words: 7.7 k

Author's Note: Happy Saint Patrick's Day! Have a Valentine's fic!! For real, sorry this took longer than expected, ADHD is a bitch. About the sexually suggested content, it's nothing extreme, just some comments and a scene where they make out - so a PG-13 rating if anything. Thank you for being so patient and please enjoy this light-hearted fun! Dedicated to @ofthecaravel (who made the cover, btw!). Title taken from I Need You Most Of All by Stephen Sanchez.

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Love potions are real. Danny learned that the hard way last year. Though, he can’t exactly say he’s mad about it. They’re the reason he and Sam are together, after all. But, after the whole “incident” of last year, Danny is not very eager to encounter another one in his lifetime. He’s had his fill, thank you.

However, as fate would have it, he would not be so lucky.

“We should’ve soundchecked You’re the One… it’s been so long since we’ve had it on the setlist,” Sam lamented, checking his stage outfit in the mirror of the dressing room. As usual, he was the last one to get dressed. Danny could hear a walkie outside the door signaling the two minute warning.

“You’ll be fine, Sammy,” Danny soothed, slithering his arms around Sam’s waist and resting his head on his shoulder, “Right now you should be more worried about not missing the curtain drop.”

Sam, placing his hands on Daniel’s arms, hummed in contentment. He leaned back into Danny’s embrace, a smile spreading on his lips. “Something still looks off…”

“You look wonderful, baby,” the drummer complimented, whispering directly into Sam’s ear and sneaking a quick kiss against his jaw.

“You always say that.”

“Cause it’s always true.”

“Where the fuck is rhythm section??”

Both men snapped their heads to the door. Danny felt Sam’s hands tighten around his arms.

“That’s our cue, Sam.” Danny, reluctantly, retracted his arms from around the bassist. Sam was quick to let Danny know just what he thought of that with a groan.

“They don’t need us,” Sam whined, his eyes big and pleading.

“I’m afraid they do,” Danny took Sam’s hand and took him to the door, “besides, after the show I’m all yours.”

“Promise?” Sam batted his lashes as he asked. Really, it was an attempted murder with his stage makeup on; all glitter and mascara.

Danny stole one quick kiss on Sam’s lips simply because he couldn’t help himself. “I promise.”

“ONE MINUTE!!”

Sam and Danny giggled as they raced over to the stage. They were met with the annoyed yet tired faces of the twins as they took their places behind the curtain.

“So nice of you to finally join us,” Jake commented, his words dripping with sarcasm as he put his in-ears in. Danny could see Sammy shake his head and roll his eyes. It was very clear he wanted to snark at Jake right back, but they didn’t have the time. The instrumental intro was reaching the end.

The curtain dropped and along with it came the crescendo of cheers and screams. Danny’s heart was pounding in his chest just like it did before every show. However, he had now learned how to use it to his advantage. He was the first one to take his place, jumping down to his kit and preparing to perform.

“Welcome to the show, folks,” Josh quickly greeted. It was the cue Danny was waiting for. With a snappy roll of his snare, the concert had begun.

Just like with every other show, all four of them put on the best show that they could. They played their hearts out and drank in the audience’s reaction in turn. It felt like a renewable energy source, the applause. Because no matter what he felt like before he went on stage, hearing thousands of people cheer you on like a god was enough to lift anybody’s spirits.

In between songs, Josh was bolting around the stage as he was apt to do. The frontman interacted with the crowd as he had a - mostly - one sided conversation with them. While this happened, Danny checked in with his drum tech. One of his cymbals felt too loose.

“Hey, Daniel!”

Danny was pulled out of his technical conversation, his curls whipping around his head as he snapped his attention over to Josh, The man was illuminated by a spotlight as he stood at the very edge of the stage, which Danny was sure Josh’s bodyguard was just a little stressed about.

“What?” If it weren’t for the in-ears, Danny would have been easily drowned out by the roar of the crowd.

“There’s a very lovely gentleman down here that wants to do a shot with you. Says he just got his PhD and wants to celebrate!” Josh’s smile was huge. That’s the thing about him: he genuinely loved everyone he ever met. It was a very admirable trait, to say the least.

With a shrug of his shoulders, Danny got up from behind his kit. It worked out better this way seeing as now the tech had more room to fix his cymbal. As he walked, one of the spotlights swung over to him and nearly blinded him. It was so bright, in fact, that he almost ran directly into Sam without even seeing him.

“Excuse me!” Sam playfully teased, lifting up the neck of his bass so that Danny had more clearance to pass. There was such a swell of affection in his chest that Daniel genuinely had to stop himself from leaning over and planting a big, wet kiss onto Sam’s cheek. However, he wasn’t able to suppress his urge to touch him. It was only a passing touch when Danny’s hand shot out on its own accord and caressed the bassist’s hand supporting his instrument.

Danny could hear Sammy giggle in the in-ears after the drummer had continued towards where Josh was standing. If people noticed that Danny’s smile had grown after the interaction, they were bound to write it off as “bestie” behavior. And that was completely fine by both of them. No one needed to know about their relationship outside of those really close to them.

After finally approaching, Daniel wrapped an arm around Josh’s shoulders. He leaned in a bit towards the mic in his hand before saying: “So, where is this promise of liquor?” He couldn’t help but laugh a bit as people screamed after he spoke.

The frontman pointed down at a very excited fan who was holding a blue poster and two shooters. When he realized that Danny was looking at him, he waved along with everyone around him. Daniel also took note of all the phone cameras that were pointed in his direction. While he knew it was just a part of his job, it still was never a comfortable feeling; one slip up and everyone would see.

With a friendly pat on Josh’s shoulder, Danny let go of him and climbed down to the barricade area. If it weren’t for the in-ears acting as earplugs, Danny was sure he’d have lost his hearing with how loud everyone around had screeched. But, he ignored them in favor of giving his attention to the man in question. He looked like he was about to pass out by the looks of things. Once again, something about this job he had to get used to and not let it go to his head.

A quick pleasantry was exchanged on both ends; Danny’s with a smile and the fan’s with a hand fluttering to his chest in disbelief. The fan, who’s name he found out to be Clarence, offered over the shooter. And if Danny hadn’t been so distracted by someone trying to reach out to grab him, he might have noticed that the little bottle had already been opened. Because, as he opened it, the seal was already broken.

“Cheers!” he shouted to Clarence, tapping his shooter against the other person’s. To the sound of cheering, Danny tipped his head back and gulped down the alcohol. It must have been one he’s never tried before; he could not recall a single time he’s had a shot that’s tasted like bubblegum.

Suppressing a gag at the intensely sweet taste, Danny smiled and gave a quick hug to the fan. He wasn’t quite sure why he had looked so disappointed when Daniel pulled away. Perhaps because his time with Danny had ended? Oh, well. No time to dwell on it.

As Danny made for the stage to get the show back on the road, he felt the same sensation when you stood up too fast. Suddenly, his vision started to go black and fuzzy while his head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. He felt his feet stumble underneath him before he was able to brace his hand against the wall of the stage. He heard a few people gasp around him before his hearing cut out and started to ring. For a brief, terrifying minute, he thought he was going to pass out.

What the fuck was in that shot??

Thankfully, the warm and firm hand that landed on his shoulder pulled him out of… whatever the fuck that was. His near blackout, he guessed.

“Danny? What’s going on, buddy?” Richard questioned. Even though Josh was his main priority, Danny was glad to know Richard was looking out for him, too.

“I-I don’t know,” Daniel responded. He rubbed at his head with his right hand, his left still propped against the stage.

“Do you need medical attention?” Richard used his grasp on Danny’s shoulder to turn him to face one another. When the drummer had opened his eyes to look back at him, he was relieved to see that the black had faded from his sight.

Danny pressed the heel of his hands into his eyes. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to breathe through the frankly scary experience. He knew that he should’ve called it. That he should’ve told Richard that he wasn’t feeling good; he should’ve told the truth.

Instead, Daniel pulled himself together and put on a charming, yet reassuring smile.

“Nah, I’m alright.” The lie slipped easily off his tongue. It was a comfortable one, a fib he’d employed a lot in his life. That’s why he wasn’t worried when Richard looked at him critically.

“Are you sure?”

Danny nodded, that smile still on his lips. Despite the fact that he was still feeling dizzy, he wasn’t about to cancel a show over a weird feeling. Thousands and thousands of people paid to see them tonight, he wasn’t about to disappoint them.

Daniel saw the resignation on Richard’s face before he sighed out an “alright”. However, the bodyguard insisted on helping Danny back on stage. He didn’t want to admit it, but he probably needed the assistance. He just needed some water and he’d be fine.

While Danny’s little dizzy spell went on, Josh took it upon himself to provide a distraction for the drummer. Naturally, Jake and Sam followed along. Something about playing truth or dare with one another. Danny knew he’d see it posted online the next day so he wasn’t all that upset about missing out.

He was also going to see a lot of things posted the next day as well; about him specifically. But there was no possible way for him to know that as he took his seat back behind the kit. Finally off his feet and chugging some water, he was already starting to feel better. What an odd fluke.

“Are you doing alright, Daniel?” Sam’s voice filtered through his in-ears, the sound akin to an angelic choir to Danny. There was a heavy concern laced with his question.

As the drummer looked over towards the keyboards where his other half sat, Daniel felt as if he’d been hit with a colossal tidal wave of feelings. He was used to getting overwhelmed by the batch of intense emotions when being with his lover, but this instance took the cake. It felt as if every cell in his body was filled to capacity with love for Sam.

“I love you, baby,” Danny admitted. He couldn’t remember what Sam asked. It really didn’t matter. It was super important that Danny tell Sam that.

In the colorful stage lights, Danny watched Sam flinch in reaction. Clearly it was not what Sam was expecting him to say. His expression soon softened, though. “I love you too, honey. I just need to know that you’re ok.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? I have the most perfect boyfriend in the whole world!”

“Do you two fucking mind? Or do I need to smack some professionalism into you?” Jake interrupted, mild irritation coloring his words.

“Oh my god, Jake hates gay people,” Sam shot back immediately. Danny couldn’t help but giggle at the joke. He was so funny and Danny loved that about him.

Danny, if he wasn’t looking at Sam, would’ve noticed Jake rolling his eyes. But he didn’t. He did notice the way Sam’s hair spilled off his shoulders as his head tipped back when he laughed. And the way it shined in the stage lights. And the way his eyes glittered as they locked onto Danny. His heart fluttered in his chest just like it always did for the past decade when Sam looked his way.

Then Jake began strumming the chords to Meeting the Master, and that was when Danny remembered they were at a concert and that he had a job to do. He forced his eyes away from Sam to look at the audience; a melancholic and cold feeling settling into his chest as he did so. It was just… Well, there was really only one thing that Danny wanted to do and that was be with Sam. Which, to be fair, was how Danny felt all the time. But, right now in particular, Danny was just very keen on having Sam within arm’s reach of him.

The only thing that kept Daniel from dropping everything just to go hold his boyfriend was his professionalism. And the fact that, after Meeting the Master and his drum solo, there was a brief window of time where they all travelled to B Stage where Danny could sneak in some affection. Which he certainly did.

“Daniel!” Sam giggled as said gentleman had snuck up behind the bass player and swept him up in his arms. The sound set something alight inside of Danny, his entire body glowing at the sweet symphony of Sam’s laugh. It only grew as he twirled Sammy around and his giggling turned into cackling.

“Hello, my darling. I missed you,” Danny cooed into his boyfriend’s ear, his face nuzzled into the crook of his neck after he set the man back on his feet.

Sam leaned into the drummer as he rested his head onto Danny’s and wrapped his arms around the other man’s arms on his waist. “You just saw me.”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t touch you, then,” Danny whispered, his answer accented with a few fluttering kisses all over every part of Sam’s skin he could reach. Which, to Sam’s delight, was mainly his neck.

“Jesus, do I need to get a bucket of ice water to douse you two with?” Danny’s drum tech asked after plucking Danny’s forgotten drumsticks from his hand.

“Please, I’m begging you,” Jake implored as his tech helped him put on his acoustic.

Danny’s tech had glanced over at Jake, but ultimately ignored him. “What has gotten into you?”

“You guys need to hurry. Josh is out there alone,” Josh’s tech had interrupted. He made his point more urgent with a frantic waving motion of his hand, gesturing towards the entrance to the B Stage. If Daniel had been paying any attention to anything that wasn’t how warm Sam was or how good he smelled, he might’ve been able to hear Josh attempt a stand-up routine to stall for them.

“But-”

“Let’s hustle, Danny!” His tech thrust his mandolin at him, a determined look on his face that left no room for argument. Even through the fog of SammySammySammy running rampant in his mind, Danny knew he wasn’t about to win this particular argument.

With a bone deep sigh, Daniel relented. But, it wasn’t before he quickly bent his knees, used his hold on Sam’s waist, and hoisted his boyfriend over his shoulder.

“Daniel! What are you-”

“You can force me to do my job, but I’m gonna do it on my terms,” Daniel quipped before using his free hand to grab the neck of his mandolin.

“Put me down, you menace!” Sam demanded - a token protest if Danny had ever heard one. If the way he was giggling in Danny’s ear was any indication, Sam was having the time of his life.

But Danny didn’t heed Sammy’s half-hearted protests. Instead, he marched back out to the screams of thousands of adoring fans. As he walked past the closest group of them, Danny took in the confused looks on their faces as they witnessed Danny carry Sam out as if he weighed nothing. While he couldn’t see it, Danny just knew Sam was waving enthusiastically at everyone as he passed.

When he reached Sam’s keyboard, Danny gently set his beloved down. He thought he heard Josh make a comment about it - “Danny really is the one who carries this band!” - but he really didn’t care. Instead, he cupped Sam’s face in the hand not holding his instrument and placed a kiss on Sam's forehead. He wanted to kiss him on the lips, but something told him Sammy wouldn’t be all that thrilled about that.

“David was right, something has gotten into you,” Sam pointed out, his tone saturated in affection to match the huge grin on his face. They were standing closer than was strictly “friendly”, Sam even resting his hands on Danny’s chest as his fingers fiddled with the material of Danny’s chainmail shirt.

“Well, I was hoping I could get me into you-”

“Daniel Robert!” Sam gasped with a performative alarm. He could see right through the pianist’s rouse - the perks of knowing someone for the majority of your life. Sam had playfully swatted Danny’s chest as he laughed, shoving this boyfriend away from his personal space and towards his seat. “Go away, you scoundrel, and do your job!”

Always heeding any command Sam sent his way, Danny did as he was told and finally took his proper spot on the stage. Josh had caught his eye as he put the mandolin strap on his shoulder, the singer wearing a face that was a cross between supportive and confused. Josh - and Jake as well - had always been in Sam and Danny’s corner when they started dating. When they had experienced some backlash from their label over their relationship (because dating within your own band historically always ended well), the twins were the first people to tell their label reps to shove it. They told both Sam and Danny that they were happy for them and they didn’t care about what they did, just as long as it didn't interfere with work. And judging by the identical look Jake and Josh were now throwing Danny, he was toeing the line.

As he settled into his seat, Danny shook his head like a dog shaking water off its body. Through the haze of his amplified affection, Danny realized he was acting over the top. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to do all these things to Sam or feel all these things for him, it was more like he just didn’t want to stop himself from acting on these instincts. He also realized that as long as he didn’t look at Sam, his urges weren’t as strong. So, despite the way it made his heart feel heavy and his soul feel cold, Daniel did his best to keep his eyes off of Sam as they went through their B Stage set. It went pretty well, the audience enjoying the change of pace and singing along with them as they cast the band in a glow of cellphone lights swaying with the music. It was magical hearing and seeing so many people enjoy what he had put his soul into.

It was pretty smooth sailing until they started to play You’re the One. That was when Danny made the mistake of turning to look at Sam as he sang the chorus along with Josh. It just felt right to. But as soon as he had, Danny was once again slammed with a cataclysmic wave of unfettered affection as he took in the visage of his beloved boyfriend. The stage lighting had made Sammy look ethereal, glowing in the warm light. His lips were pouting in the way they usually did when Sam was concentrating on his playing, his hair swaying along with his body as he put his soul into his performance, and his hands danced gracefully across the keys. A more beautiful sight, Danny had never beheld.

He was successfully able to complete the song. However, as soon as it was over, Danny was glued to Sam’s side within an instant. That had been their last song for that portion of the set, so they were about to run back to the main stage, anyway. It was just, now Danny was able to take Sam by his hand and help him out of his seat like a gentleman asking a maiden to dance a waltz. A voice in the back of his mind told him to kiss Sam silly when he watched the pianist’s eyes glitter with the warm glowing lights, Sam even shooting him a tender smile. Using all of the strength he had, he forced himself to wait until they were in the back rooms and away from prying eyes.

But, as soon as they were away from the public’s view, that was when he used his grip on Sam’s hand and tugged him around a corner. Daniel pressed him into a wall and kissed him like he hadn’t seen Sam in years. It was bordering on desperate as Daniel’s hands roamed all over any part of Sammy he could reach, whines of pleasure slipping past their lips before being swallowed by the other’s tongue. Sam, in an interesting twist, was actually the one to attempt to take it one step further as his hands deftly unhooked the clasps on Daniel’s shirt he had aided in putting on him numerous times. The chainmail hit the ground with a loud, heavy, and unceremonious thud. The pair of them carried on as if nothing had happened, Sam’s hands now tracing over the newly exposed flesh of Danny’s chest. The heady scrape of Sam’s thick calluses against Danny’s overly-warm skin was enough to send a shiver down his spine and a guttural noise tumbling from his lips. It was all the invitation Danny needed to grab Sam by his thighs and lift him up, his legs wrapping around Danny’s hips while their lips never parted.

“God, if only we didn’t have a show to finish,” Sam whined after breaking for some air. Danny used the opportunity to trail kisses down from Sam’s jaw to his jugular notch.

“Who said we need to finish the show?” Danny purred against Sam’s throat, unwilling to let his lips stray from his skin.

Sam laughed at his boyfriend’s persistence, his fingers tangling into Danny’s curls as he inadvertently pressed him closer against his throat. Danny obliged immediately, nipping at the delicate skin and rolling it between his teeth as he sucked.

“Wasn’t it you who said they need us?” Sam sassed, always unafraid to use Danny’s words against him. Danny groaned. He knew Sam was right. No matter how badly he wanted to steal Sam away into the closest room with a lock, he knew he had to do his job.

“God is so cruel to dangle you in front of me knowing I can’t have you when I desperately need you.”

“Who knew blue-balling you was gonna turn you into such a poet,” Sam cooed mockingly, the affection in his tone anything but mocking.

“Keep it up, Sammy boy, see where that gets you,” Danny warned, his tone warm as he stole just a few more kisses against Sam’s neck before setting him back onto his feet. They were both affected by the stolen moment, if the deep, matching flush on both of their cheeks was anything to go by. Sam even staggered slightly as he caught his breath, having to rest a hand onto Danny’s shoulder for support.

“We-we, uh…” Sam floundered before clearing his throat, “we better… go…”

Danny, reluctantly, nodded in agreement. Before they scurried back towards the main stage at a full sprint in order to catch up with the twins, Danny picked up his discarded top off the floor.

“Do we even want to know what you two disappeared to do?” Jake asked, not even turning around as he spoke.

“I don’t think they have to say it. Nice hickey, Sam,” Josh teased, his bright smile dripping with the kind of mockery only a sibling can conjure.

At the remark, Sam’s hand flew up to the spot on his neck that Danny had been gnawing on earlier. If his face hadn’t been red before, it now certainly rivaled the bright crimson of his stage outfit. He had shed his jacket before they even went to the B Stage, only his silk scarf and black beaded chest piece keeping his modesty. Not that Danny was complaining. If he had it his way, Sam wouldn’t be in anything and neither would Danny.

“Jealous, Josh? I can give you a matching one if you’d like,” Danny joked, his charming, wolfish smile breaking out across his lips.

“Like I’m gonna turn that down-”

“I think the fuck NOT!” Sam squawked, a possessive hand grabbing Daniel’s arm before tugging the drummer against his side and glaring at Josh. Danny and Josh broke out into laughter, Jake even failing to hide his snickering at his baby brother’s expense.

“You know you’re the only one I’d ever give a hickey to, baby,” Daniel reassured, placing a gentle kiss onto Sam’s temple. Just the simple brush of his lips made his heart flutter in his chest as he was filled with giddiness.

“I swear to god I will throw up on you both,” Jake threatened with an exasperated groan.

“Go ahead! I’ll just make sure to take a nap in your bed before I shower.” Sam stuck his tongue out at his brother. Or, rather the back of his head. He probably would’ve flipped him off if both of his hands weren’t preoccupied with touching Danny.

“Can I kill them?”

Josh sighed before sparing a glance between the two lovers, turning back to address his twin. “Not until the concert is over.”

“Three more songs and an encore,” Daniel supplied, his own anticipation for the end of the show bubbling over. He wanted nothing more than to scoop Sam up and shower him in as much affection as he could.

“Dear lord, I won’t be able to endure them that long.”

+++

It was time for the encore. That meant it was Sam’s cue to slip back on stage and rile the crowd up for the final act before the end. He had to pry Danny’s hands off of him in order to fulfil that duty, much to the drummer’s dismay. He watched from the wings as his boyfriend glowed under the lights, his smile outshining the LEDs as he basked in the attention. Daniel watched on, thanking his lucky stars that he was fortunate enough to call that divine creature his lover.

It had become a pattern that Danny would be the second one back out on the stage after Sam, followed by Jake and then Josh. In this leg of the tour, Danny had been doing this fun little thing where occasionally he’d surprise Sam while he sat at his piano. It hadn’t been anything damning, just a quick little interaction that had made not only the two of them smile, but the rest of the crowd as well. That show had been no different.

Well, that wasn’t true. It had been different.

When Daniel snuck up the stairs behind Sammy (far enough into his piano playing that he knew Sam would be too engrossed in his music rather than paying attention to the increased roar of the crowd at his entrance), he put a finger to his lips while facing the crowd. He’d only meant to go up there, cover Sam’s eyes with his hands, and then maybe give him a quick hug before scurrying over to his kit. But then Sam turned around and caught Danny sneaking up on him. And then he flashed Danny this dazzling smile that made his already strong affection for the man swell like a river during a downpour. And suddenly Danny wasn’t in control of his actions. Well, that’s not to say he was being forced - he just didn’t have any willpower left.

So, that’s when he surged forward and planted a passionate kiss on Sam’s lips. With thousands upon thousands of people watching. And about half of those were people recording on their phones. But none of that even crossed Danny’s mind. He was far too distracted by the way Sam’s lips moved so seamlessly against his own with practiced grace. He was too distracted by the warmth of his breath as Sam hummed into his mouth, by the way he seemed to melt into the kiss like chocolate in the summer sun. He was too distracted by that callused hand finding purchase on Danny’s cheek as he pulled Danny in closer.

If it hadn’t been for the pack of guitar picks thrown against the back of his head, Daniel isn’t sure how far he would’ve gone with Sam. He had been so absorbed into Sammy’s… everything that he’d completely forgotten about the audience. Rubbing the back of his head, Daniel turned towards his attacker to see Jake looking at him as if he’d lost his mind. And maybe he had. There was a tiny part of him that was screaming at himself. What the hell are you doing, Wagner??

And for that brief moment, like a deer in the headlights, he swung his gaze from Sam, to the shocked faces of the crowd and the twins, and back to Sam. He knew, in that moment, that he had made a huge mistake. However, it was only brief, that moment of clarity. As soon as it popped into his mind, it was gone with just another look at Sam. All he cared about was Sam. He was all Danny wanted and all he needed. So when he looked into those beautiful eyes like amber stones, how could he not wrap his arms around him and smile as Sam’s warmth seeped into his bones. He felt Sam’s hands come to hold his arm wrapped around Sam’s front, leaning into the touch and his smile mushing their cheeks together.

“Well. You guys know that, now,” Josh tiredly admitted, because there was no coming back from that. There was simply no platonic reasoning for their behavior.

It took Jake grabbing the drummer by the shoulder and yanking him back to his kit for Danny to finally finish up the show… which he spent the whole time staring at Sammy or trying to catch his attention. After they finished with Farewell For Now, everyone was happy to be finally taking their bows. That little voice in the back of Danny’s head was sure he’d get his ass handed to him by the twins and their crew for his antics. But, as he peppered kisses all over any part of Sam’s face he could reach and his ears filled with Sam’s giggles, he found that he really did not care.

“Hey, quick question,” Jake started as they walked down the halls to their dressing rooms, “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT??”

“Yeah, weren’t you guys trying to keep your relationship a secret?” Josh added, yanking his in-ears out as he kept pace with the rest of the group.

“Why would I want to keep this a secret? I want the whole world to know Sammy’s the only one for me,” Danny cooed, nuzzling his nose against Sam’s cheek. He used the arm he’d slung around Sam’s waist to pull his boyfriend in closer against him.

To his right he heard the twins groan in exasperation and make exaggerated barfing noises. It would’ve been really funny if Danny had been in any other state of mind. But that was where the questioning ended. Looking back at it, Danny chalks it up to everyone knowing that there was no reasoning with him that night. So they left him and Sam alone.

And when the two lovebirds finally got to a room with a lock, well. Daniel made good on his promise that he was all Sam’s after the show.

+++

When Danny woke up the next morning, he felt as though his skull was being split in half with a dull meat cleaver. Every time he was exposed to any sort of light, it was as if his eyeballs were about to explode and his brain was trying to burst out of his skull. It was a nightmare. Even Sam’s voice, usually a comfort in its own right, was like nails on a chalkboard.

“Good morning, baby.” Sam’s voice was chipper like a bird seeing the sun rising.

“Morning,” Danny grumbled, unraveling one of his arms around Sam to rub at his pounding forehead.

“You look like hell.”

“And you’ve always had a knack for subtlety.”

Sam huffed. “I mean, are you feeling ok? You look… hungover. We didn’t even drink last night.”

Danny kept his eyes clamped shut for any kind of relief he could get. “Except for that shot I took with that fan, Clarence.”

“Yeah, but that’s not enough to get you drunk. Even though you sure acted like it last night,” Sam teased, pressing a tender kiss to the tip of Danny’s nose.

“Was I now?” Danny teased right back, his tone taking on a flirtatious edge as he pulled Sam in closer to him. From the feeling of the sheets, Danny guessed they were curled up together on their tour bus bunk.

“Yeah, I don’t think a sober Daniel would announce to the world very publicly that we’re dating.”

Danny froze. He felt his body go rigid as a board as the realization hit him.

“I did what?” Thing is, Danny remembered. He was just hoping it had been in his dreams and not, y’know, reality.

Sam regarded him for a minute, a very adorable knit in his brow as he did. “Daniel, you made out with me on stage.”

Danny swallowed thickly, nervously. He had done that, hadn’t he? Right before the encore.

“You were all over me pretty much all night. It was like a switch flipped, or something.” Sam had a little smile pulling at his lips as he recounted the night prior. If Danny’s heart wasn’t racing already, it would’ve kick-started at the sight.

Like a switch flipped… I acted drunk last night… the only drink I had was that shot…

“Sam… What did it feel like when you were on that love potion last year?” It was ridiculous, it just couldn’t be the potion again… but…

“The love potion?” Sam tilted his head to the side, reminding Danny of Rose when she was confused, “I don’t know, just… kinda felt like the only thing I cared about was you and that I needed to show you how much I loved you through any way I could.”

And then it all clicked for Danny.

“Sam, you’re not gonna believe this…”

Before the bassist could even get a word in, a phone chimed with the Instagram notification. Reaching out blindly, Danny grabbed it and checked the notification. He was glad he did.

StarshineGreta: Hey Danny, I don’t know if you figured it out yet, but just wanted to give you a heads up that I think one of my clients I sold a love potion to was the same one who you took a shot with at last night’s show.

Right after her first text came another - the second one a link to a post by one clarencehill1111. With a heavy feeling in his stomach, Danny clicked on the post.

“What is it?” Sam asked, nervously glancing from Danny’s phone to his face. Danny, wrapping his arm tighter around his lover, decided to read the post out loud.

“Decided to shoot my shot last night with my favorite drummer boy. Guess the potion worked, but not how I hoped. Everything Danny did to Sam was under the influence of a love potion, guys, it wasn’t real!!” Danny’s mouth went dry as he kept reading, his entire body going cold as the meaning of those words sunk in. The caption was under a video of himself and that fan- Clarence taking the shot together.

“I’m gonna break his kneecaps.”

“Sam-”

“No, Daniel, he’s insane!! Not only did he slip you a real love potion in the hopes that you’d fall for him, he called our relationship fake!” Sam’s voice raised about three octaves, the volume alone making Danny’s headache intensify.

“Baby, there’s nothing we can do about what he did. All we can do is ban him from any future shows and make sure we show his face to security,” Danny reasoned. He was upset just like Sam - hell, he felt violated. But, considering the only harm done was the truth coming to light… Well, it was bound to happen eventually. Danny just hadn’t wanted it to be so soon.

Taking a deep breath, Sam cozied up against Daniel even further. “I still hate him.”

“And you have every right to,” Danny murmured against Sam’s hair, placing a kiss to the top of his boyfriend’s hair.

He went back to the unsettling post still pulled up on his phone when his eyes caught a comment from a familiar user. It seemed Greta had come to their aid, commenting about how she was the witch who sold Clarence the potion and explained how they worked. It brought a smile to his face, the whole thing giving him deja vu. But even back then, he hadn’t believed her. So, making a quick decision, Danny commented under her comment and basically said “she’s telling the truth”.

danielrwagner: Thanks for the heads up, Greta. We’ll handle it from here.

StarshineGreta: Of course. Sorry this happened to you guys

StarshineGreta: again

danielrwagner: It was bound to come out eventually

danielrwagner: But hey at least your sales are about to skyrocket

StarshineGreta: Silver lining, I guess. I’ll be more careful next time, I promise

danielrwagner: Thanks

danielrwagner: Hey, how come when Sam took your potion he blacked out right after but I didn’t?

StarshineGreta: My guess? Clarence gave you the recommended amount. You’re not supposed to pass out afterwards. Also, no offense, but you’ve got more body mass than Sam, so that probably helped, too

danielrwagner: Alright, thank you. Take care of yourself

As Daniel locked his phone, his mind now fully focused on the consequences of his actions. He’d kissed Sam in front of the world. Everyone knew about their relationship now.

“We’re gonna have a lot of questions to answer, aren’t we?” Danny rested his head against Sam’s as he snuggled deeper into his embrace.

“We don’t owe them shit.”

Danny couldn’t help the giggle that tumbled out of his lips. All of the dread that had piled up inside his chest was momentarily pushed aside in order to make room for his feelings for Sam. And, if last night was any indication, there was never really any room for anything else, anyway.

“God, I love you.”

Sam released an airy giggle of his own. “I love you, too.”

Whatever came their way, they would be able to handle it.

Well, almost everything.

“Up and at ‘em, lovebirds!! You’ve slept most of the day away!” Josh’s thunderous voice cut through the two’s comforting calm. It made Danny’s headache crash into him with force, his temples pounding with every syllable.

“What’s it to you?!” Sam called back, making his lover hiss at the proximity to Sammy’s yelling. His apology came as a kiss to his collarbones - Daniel was very inclined to accept it.

“How’s about you come out here and look, dumbass!” Jake responded, his volume on par with his twin’s. Danny loved the Kiszkas. He really did. He just… didn’t particularly… enjoy having them around when he has a headache.

Sam, grumbling mutinous words under his breath about committing fratricide, untangled himself from Danny’s arms and kicked off their covers. Danny didn’t even try to object. He knew that if they had tried to ignore the twins, they would pull Sam and Daniel out of their beds. Instead, he just gave himself a few seconds to mentally fortify for whatever those two had in store.

Stumbling towards the front of the tour bus where they heard the twins’ voices come from, Sam and Danny stretched and yawned as they tried to shake off their sleepiness. The bus was comfy, well furnished and homey. It certainly didn’t replace home, but it was far from a bad spot to have to spend a lot of hours in. The large windows allowed for a lot of natural light to stream inside, something everyone enjoyed. And taking a glance out of the one to Danny’s right only confirmed what Josh had said: they had slept in until evening.

“What.” Sam spat the word out like was able to inflict physical damage. With the way he crossed his arms over his chest, popped his hip, and frowned, it was very clear he was about to throw a hissy fit.

“Oh my god, you look like a leper,” Josh blurted out, biting his lip to hide a smile that managed to slip into his words. Strangely, his arms were held behind his back.

Everyone in the room then regarded Sammy in all his shirtless glory. His hair was messy in part due to just having woken up, but mostly because of Danny’s hands. The rest of his skin - namely his neck - were covered in dark purple blotches. The comment only served to make Sam’s frown deepen and his cheeks turn pink. Which, Danny had to admit, was endlessly cute.

“Danny, too,” Jake added, a small smile of his own pulling at his lips.

Danny, now being the subject of scrutiny, felt the need to cover himself. He copied Sam and crossed his arms over his own bare chest. Though, it really did nothing. He had a lot of similar dark bruises all over his skin.

“I can’t believe you defiled our poor, innocent, baby brother,” Josh dramatically scorned. He began mock-crying, going so far as to add in a few sniffles.

“He was so pure, until you soiled him, Daniel. You should be ashamed.” Jake, with a tone similar to Josh’s, put his hands on his hips and shook his head. He even started “tsking” them.

“Thank you for defending my honor, Pippin and Merry, but if there’s a point, get to it.” Sam had started to rub his temples with his fingers, seemingly getting a headache of his own.

Without saying a word, the twins exchanged glances with one another. Finally, Josh pulled his hands out from behind his back to reveal what he was holding: a cake. It was the size of those birthday cakes you see at the supermarket. It was decorated like one, too. The frosting was an assortment of colors, like someone melted down a rainbow and poured it on top. Except for the letters written in swirling calligraphy on top, which read-

“'Ur gay, Congrats'??” Sam read out loud.

“Now the whole world knows you guys are sexual deviants. The internet is losing their minds, just so you know.” Jake gestured with his hands as he talked, dropping the whole “clutching-my-pearls” act.

“Can’t even look at my phone without seeing that video of you two sucking face,” Josh shuddered, setting down the cake on the coffee table in front of him.

Rhythm section had turned a vibrant shade of red akin to a stop light.

“I-It wasn’t my fault,” Danny attempted, his eyes casting down to gaze at the carpet as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Love potion again. We know,” Josh finished for Danny.

“You two aren’t exactly quiet,” Jake implied, crossing his arms over his chest. The smug smirk on his lips only made Daniel’s embarrassment worse.

“Can you die of shame?” Sam groaned, his face in his hands as he flopped down onto the built-in sofa. Danny took the seat next to him, still refusing to meet anyone’s eyes.

“You weren’t exactly trying to stop Danny, Samuel,” Josh prodded, checking his nails and looking wholly unbothered. But Danny could see the amusement in his eyes.

Sam’s response came in the form of a middle finger poised in the general direction of his big brothers. The twins began howling in laughter at the other two’s expense.

“It’s too easy,” Jake cried, wiping a tear from his eye as his laughter subsided.

“We’ve already gotten, like, a billion calls from various publishing outlets. I think you two should comment sooner rather than later before this gets too out of hand,” Josh advised, taking the spot to Danny’s right. Jake squeezed in on Sam’s left, the twins effectively sandwiching the boyfriends.

“Yeah, yeah. We will. But for now, what flavor is this?” Sam pointed at the cake in front of him, his eyes lighting up at the promise of sugar. He didn’t indulge often, but Daniel knew how bad Sam’s sweet tooth could get.

“Marble, of course. Who do you think I am?” Josh made a face before throwing his hands up, seemingly offended at the possibility of him getting any other flavor.

The cake was cut up, distributing pieces out to everyone on the bus. The four bandmates all sat back down on the couch, ready to dive into their confections.

“To Jake,” Daniel toasted, raising his plate in the air.

“Why me?”

“Cause now everyone knows you’re the token straight of the band,” Sam explained, a teasing smile on his lips. Danny pointed at Sam, an approval confirming that’s what Danny meant by the toast.

“To Jake!” Josh laughed, hoisting his cake up.

“Just… happy to be included, I guess.”

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everdreamtheseclowns · 3 months ago

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INTRO ──★ ˙♦️ ̟ !!

“Salutations, dudes, dudettes, and every single solidarity pixel of the world wide web! Time-traveler Chester Titor here! Ever wanted to see what happens when you give a demonic killer clown that lurks from the depths of your nightmares and his most devoted mortal follower, both of which are currently stuck in the ancient year 1955, access to modern day social media? Well, You’ve come to the right place!” -🛸

CONT’D BELOW CUT!! (Including character intros, basic etiquette, boundaries, etc.)

.★⋅.──────.˳★˳.──────.⋅★.

CHARACTERS ──★ ˙♦️ ̟ !!

Unlikely (Nightmare Clown) ♠️🃏

“Anon” (Mask Clown) ♥️🤡

Chester Titor 🛸👽

.★⋅.──────.˳★˳.──────.⋅★.

“Now that you’re here, let’s talk about the two circus freaks that this account is reallly about! (I mean…sure, i’m apart of this whole thing too, but…c’mon, read the room!)”-🛸

“Let’s start off with the big man himself—The night hag, The primordial chucklenuts from the void, The grin reaper! The-“-🛸

“The clown that’ll be the reason you end up in a horrifically overdue grave?” -🃏

“…well dang, i was just hamming you up! No need to get your taco in a twist, man!” -🛸

“Mmmmhmm~ that’s what i thought, Titor. Now make like an egg n’ beat it for me. Lest i end up scramblin’ you like one!”-🃏

“SO not cool, dude… but i’ll dip.”-🛸

“Good, good…now…”-🃏

♠️🃏”What say you to a little GAME?”🃏♦️

MEET UNLIKELY! (AKA The Nightmare Clown)

(Biologically) 100+ years old, (Physically/Mentally in his late 30s-early 50s

Voice Headcanon: DJ Grooves (AHiT)

Speech indicator: signed with 🃏, ♠️/♦️ + RED text!

He isn’t the sweetest ball of sunshine around, feel free to expect the worst from him. He’s just peachy when he wants to be though

He likes human contact! Go ahead, approach the clown! he won’t bite! (Reverse psychology woooooo)

A sore winner and a sore loser. A sore player even. Every last ounce of him is sore. Yeah.

The only thing bigger than himself is his ego. Followed by his appetite, greed, and sportsmanship (or rather the lack thereof). All of which are at an unrecordable size.

Despite his knack for bloodshed, and all things carnage, he has a strong sweet tooth! He favors the more sugary cuisines (Cotton candy, cake, ice cream, anything that stands out to him)

Totally doesn’t secretly run an underground society of mortals wearing clown masks that devote their entire existence to him

.★⋅.──────.˳★˳.──────.⋅★.

“…What’s the fun in playing all these games if you know you’re going to win? It’s kind of anticlimactic methinks”-🛸

“What isn’t the fun ‘bout it? It’s definitely funner when you don’t got a pathetic lil’ morsel in your ear screamin’ about some “YoUr gAmE iS rIgGeD!!””-🃏

“Heyyyy!!! I don’t scream like that :c”-🛸

“I don’t mind it one bit though! After all, it ain’t like they’re gonna be screamin’ their heads off any longer—once they’re CUT CLEAN OFF!”-🃏

“True, however, there’s a possibility that they’d still be alive for a short duration of time afterward, considering that bodiless heads can still function semi-properly, albeit for only a few seconds. But yes, they physically be incapable of screaming post-decapitation.”-🤡

“Hey! Where’d you come from?”-🛸

“…”-🤡

“Ya see? I even got my own second in command to back me up! Where’s yours, Titor? Scared her off or somethin?”-🃏

“…moving on.”-🛸

“It’s…!”-🛸

♣️🤡”ANON!”🤡♥️

MEET “ANON”!

⚠️NOTE: “Anon” is a PLACEHOLDER NAME for the Clown Mask man in TNMN. This character has no official name as of the moment this is all being typed. This section is subject to change in the future, if any more information regarding this guy’s identity is revealed in the tnmn canon.⚠️

33 years old. (8/11/1922)

Voice Headcanon, in the cases where he rarely speaks out: L Lawliet (Death Note)

Speech indicators: signed with 🤡, ♥️/♣️, BLUE text + small letters

Small text will be used for his speech, since i headcanon him to speak in a very soft tone, by default. Only ever raising his voice when experiencing intense, overwhelming emotions

Isn’t good with presenting himself, and social cues. Has trouble communicating his thoughts, and feelings properly—considering how many would assume, upon initial meeting, that he lacks them.

Unlikely’s right hand man. Does errands and chores for the Big Top, all the while luring pedestrians into playing his boss’s inevitable games.

Rarely speaks, unless talking in regards to his boss (Unlikely), or to add onto a conversation

Knows too much. The government fears him.

Is neighbors with Chester, knew him before the incident occurred (2/9/1955), but didn’t become proper friends with him until then.

When he isn’t talking, he’d normally either write his thoughts out, draw, or reply with simple gestures.

.★⋅.──────.˳★˳.──────.⋅★.

“Alright, Chestnut. You’re up…”-🃏

“Oh? Already?? Cool beans!”-🛸

“Yea, yea…don’t go all grandiose, grandpa. This ain’t about you, y’hear?…”-🃏

“Ughh,, fiiine…”-🛸

“But lemme just…ahem…”-🛸

“ohh boy.”-🃏

“Salutations, dudes, dudettes, and every single solidarity pixel of the world wide web! It’s (as seen on the news) Time-Traveler…

🐄🛸CHESTER TITOR, HERE!!🛸👽

47 years old (6/24/1908)

Voice Headcanon: Fiddleford McGucket (Gravity Falls)

Speech Indicators: Occasional typing quirks/modern “slang”, 👽/🛸/🐄, PURPLE text

He was on the daily newspaper. Twice! Such an achievement, i know.

Rots the brains of civilians nationwide with his obscure 21st century Pop/Internet culture references

Has an exact 42% chance of popping up during asks, even if they don’t have anything to do with him.

May or may not be friends with Aliens

.★⋅.──────.˳★˳.──────.⋅★.

“Well, that’s just about enough out of us! Next stop: basic rules and etiquette! Bye-byeonara!”-🛸

BLOG RULES ──★ ˙♣️ ̟ !!

Basic blog rules:

The blog will open and close every so often to prevent influxes of asks. If there’s a lack of asks at the time of closing, they’ll stay open for a day or two

No Anonymous asks, for now. This fandom (TNMN) has a bad problem with anons and askboxes, as one who’s been in the Tumblr community for a while now should know. As per the beginning of this askblog’s existence, I’ll be keeping Anonymous asks off, for safety reasons.

Though i accept and often play into suggestive jokes about the three (🛸,🃏,🤡), borderline N$F₩ asks will be discarded. The person running this askblog (@gabbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ) is a MINOR!!

If i end up discarding or never answering your ask, it’s possibly because I was uncomfortable with it. I hate to do it, but. Yeah.

I may be on/off with this blog due to real life issues (in this specific case, School and other projects.) BUT i will make time for it though!

Please note that most of the stuff i make these characters say and do are based around HEADCANONS!! Their actions and thoughts aren’t entirely correct, unless proven otherwise by canon (or by Nachosamagames himself). However, i attempt to stay as close to whatever goes on in said canon as possible, aside from throwing in my theories and personal twists in there.

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venus-haze · 2 years ago

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Night Shift (Bo Sinclair x Reader)

Summary: Your car’s totaled after driving over god knows what on those dark country backroads. A handsome mechanic named Bo works the night shift. You can’t believe your bad luck.

Note: Woman reader, but no other descriptors are used. This is inspired by the deleted intro scene to House of Wax, except with Bo rather than Vincent. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Extremely dubious (non) consent. Threats, transactional sex acts, spit, degradation, rough oral (m. receiving), implied kidnapping. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Hour nine of driving. You were feeling fine, really. At least, you would be once you found a place to park for the night. Worth it to save money on another motel. The coffee from the last gas station you stopped at was long gone. The radio dial couldn’t go any higher. You tried to stay awake and alert by singing along to the staticky radio.

“Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are—“ POP! “What the fuck?”

The pop sounded more like an explosion the second time around. Your iron grip on the wheel was in vain as your car swerved across the road. The speed limit sign took out your passenger side mirror, a metallic scraping sound accompanying the impact. Switching your foot from the gas to the brake, the scent of burnt rubber overwhelmed you. Finally, your car screeched to a stop, but your heart still raced.

Your hand shook as you put your car in park. Turned on your hazards. Stared blankly at the blinking headlights on the pitch black road. You hadn’t dozed off at the wheel. No way.

A dull pain pulsed through your chest, and you brought your hand to it. The seatbelt had locked, digging into your sternum as it kept you from any further damage besides the cut in your skin that began dripping blood. Not deep enough to need stitches, at least. You unbuckled the seatbelt, opening the door to stumble out of the car.

Both of your driver’s side tires had popped. The front passenger tire deflated from skidding on the uneven asphalt. You looked at the section of the road you’d just driven over. Country backroads were riddled with potholes. That could’ve been the culprit. Hard to see so late at night, even with your headlights.

You grabbed your phone from your pocket and flipped it open. No signal. Calling 911 only resulted in a dead dial-tone. At least you tried. Two options left. Stick around and hope someone would drive by and be able to offer help or walk back to the main road. In the hour or so you’d been driving, you’d only seen an old pickup truck drive in the opposite direction. The whole point of going this way was to avoid other drivers and get to your destination that much quicker. Walking back to the main road sounded torturous. There was nothing for miles, and it’d probably be daylight by the time you reached a sign of civilization. If you could even walk for that long. Either way, you were fucked.

Giving in to your defeatism, you walked around to the passenger side of the car. Your duffle bag had flown to the floor, not that you were too worried. It mostly had clothes, along with a few toiletries. When you opened it, however, you found your small shampoo bottle had opened, coating your belongings in soap, including the book you’d brought along in case you needed to pass the time somewhere.

“Worst night of my fucking life,” you muttered to yourself.

Not bothering to close the door behind you, you sat on the hood of your car and waited.

And waited.

You checked your phone’s clock just as it was about to die. A little after two in the morning. Half an hour and nothing. Just you and the sound of crickets. The occasional howl in the night. Rustling in the trees and bushes. You had turned off your headlights to save the car’s battery. There was no reason for anyone to know you were there, hidden under the cover of darkness.

“Hey, you alright?” a disembodied voice asked.

You blinked, bleary-eyed and squinting at the bright lights that assaulted your vision. Throwing an arm up to shield your eyes, you sat up, your back aching.

“Thought you were dead or something,” the man said, motioning to the bloodstain on your shirt.

“I think I fell asleep,” you mumbled, before jolting awake. You were talking to someone. Someone with a car. “My car got wrecked from the–I don’t know exactly, potholes I guess. I’ve been waiting here for hours.”

“Happens a lot out here. The DOT don’t keep up these roads much. Boss has us drive around some nights just to check,” the man said, throwing a thumb in the direction of the truck behind him. A tow truck. You nearly cried in relief.

He offered you his hand, helping you off the hood of your car, keeping you steady as you got your footing on the road beneath you. Your legs felt sore too. As your eyes adjusted to the odd lighting, you tried to get a better look at your hero. His face was obscured by shadows.

“Mind headin’ over to the truck with me? I just gotta get a look at your license,” he said.

You nodded, following him to the tow truck as you pulled your wallet from your purse. He stood in front of the headlights. He glanced over your license, and you allowed curiosity to get the better of you, looking at his face better. He had a cigarette tucked behind his ear, nestled next to the cap he had on, dark curls peeking out from beneath it. His work shirt had a name patch sewn into it. Bo. If that was even his real name.

“Checks out to me,” he said, handing you your license back before your mind could begin racing too much.

“Thank you so much, Bo.”

He pulled the cigarette from behind his ear, placing it between his lips. You watched as he lit it with a lighter he fished out from his pockets. “Just give me a few minutes, and I’ll get your car hooked up.”

“Thirty bucks right?” you asked, digging through your purse for the fee listed on the side of the tow truck. Two crumpled twenty dollar bills were outstretched in your hand for him to take.

“Hold on now, night shift is double.”

“I can give you my credit card.”

“Cash only.”

“Well, this is all I have.”

He grinned, taking a drag from his cigarette. “You got a lot more that I’m interested in.”

Didn’t even hide the way his eyes raked over your body. It was pitch black out apart from the tow truck’s headlights. How much of you could he even see? You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat.

You scoffed. “I-I don’t—“

“‘Less you wanna rough out the rest of the night on your own. Not sure when the next car’s gonna come through here.”

Your lower lip quivered at the predicament you found yourself in. Whatever. He’d probably make you blow him and be done with it. Hopefully never have to recount the humiliating situation to another soul.

“What do you want me to do?” you asked.

“Get on your knees.”

You hesitated.

“Ain’t got all night.”

With a shaky breath, you knelt in front of him, eye level with his crotch. The cracked, uneven road wasn’t kind to your knees, but Bo didn’t care. He flicked his cigarette aside, grabbing your face with his rough hand.

“Lucky I found you,” he said, his gaze burning your skin. “Lotta people wouldn’t be as nice as me if they found a pretty little thing like you alone out here.”

You tensed when he began undoing his belt buckle. “I changed my mind. I’ll wait here for someone else.”

He chuckled. “Too late for that, girl. No refunds.”

That was all it took to keep you there. Trapped. Your gaze kept fruitlessly looking for some sign of help from the road behind him. He seemed to know that no one else would come, smug as he palmed at his crotch before unzipping his jeans.

“Let me see you open that pretty mouth ‘a yours nice and wide for me,” he said.

You opened your mouth, presenting your tongue to him and trying to look at anything but the cocky expression on his face. He spit in your mouth, and you nearly gagged at the taste. Tobacco and beer. Stale. Bitter. You held his spit on your tongue until he said—

“Swallow.”

You did, trying to ignore the feeling of his saliva sliding down your throat.

“Attagirl,” he praised, giving you a patronizing pat on the cheek before prying open your mouth again with his fingers.

Your knees were on fire, and he hadn’t even shoved his cock in your mouth yet. You watched as he pulled it free from his underwear, already half-hard and intimidatingly big and veiny, twitching as if eager to break you. He gave it a few strokes, precum dripping from the head as he positioned it in front of your mouth.

“Give it a kiss.”

As soon as you pressed your lips to the tip of his cock, cold and chaste, you knew that wouldn’t be the end of it.

“C’mon now, like you mean it,” he chided. “Get a lil’ tongue in there.”

You could hardly see his shadowy grin, but it was clear from his voice he was getting off on your humiliation. Pervert. You shuddered to think of the other women who’d been in your place as you made out with his cock, your lips wrapping around the head, tongue flicking at his leaking slit before pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along his shaft. His scent was strong, a sweaty musk that threatened to overwhelm your senses as he pushed your face against his hardening length.

“Shit girl,” he groaned, “you’re a natural whore.”

Suddenly, you felt a painful tug on your scalp, your yelp muffled by his cock forced down your throat, gagging as you tried to breathe. Your vision blurred with tears at his force, ears ringing as you could swear you heard him laughing at your struggle.

There was nothing you could do but take it, choking out sobs around his cock as he fucked your throat, hips thrusting with a punishing brutality that almost made you wish you’d driven into a tree instead. His cock filled your mouth, giving you little reprieve from him. Your throat burned at the relentless friction, head pounded from the lack of air.

“You’re gonna let me cum in your mouth, ain’t ya?”

You realized when his dark blue eyes pierced yours that he wanted an answer. Humiliated, your ‘yes’ was hardly intelligible with his cock in your mouth. To your shock, he slapped you.

“You ain’t gonna let me do shit,” he taunted through gritted teeth. “You’re gonna swallow it all, slut.”

Tears rolled freely down your cheeks as he pushed the limits of how much of him you could take, your throat constricting around his throbbing cock in panic and bringing him over the edge. He thrust hard when he came, nearly knocking you over if not for his hand firmly buried in your hair. His warm, bitter cum pumped in your mouth, down your throat, though you knew some of it spilled out from your lips despite your best efforts to swallow it all.

When he finally pulled his cock from your mouth, you took a painfully deep breath that burned the back of your throat. He reached down, a sinister gleam in his eye when you flinched. His thumb collected the cum from the corners of your lips, bringing it to your mouth. You sucked it clean, hoping you could silently communicate how much you hated him. He returned your death glare with amusement.

He pulled his thumb from your mouth, inspecting it with a grin. “Good girl.”

You winced as you pushed yourself to your feet, drool and cum dripping from your puffy lips, knees split open and bleeding, grit and asphalt deep in the fresh wounds. You could hardly stand, leaning against the side of the tow truck, watching in disgust as he tucked his cock back in his pants and adjusted his cap.

“Alright, I’m a man of my word. Take a seat in the truck,” Bo said, the faintest hint of a smirk on his face. “I’ll get your car hooked up, bring you back to the garage. Might be there a while.”

#bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slasher x reader #slasher community #slasher fandom

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postmortemlatte · 4 months ago

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Oh? Lily released a new "Work of Fiction"? Let me see...

Oh boy...

Hi, I'm something of a writer myself. Let's look over this garbage really quick.

Mmm, I love slop! Can't wait!

To start, AO3 content warnings. Really sets the mood, doesn't it Lily? Tells you what to expect to. Since AO3 trash is all you ever wrote we can already tell returning fans to be excited, since you never deviated.

"Don't move" was hyped by Lily Orchard in a couple livestreams, before we ever saw it. She called it this serious work of horror fiction that will eat at your psyche and honestly, had I not known better, I'd think we finally have a contender to Steven King.

What did we get?

Well, we got a tiny little cope post with nothing of substance, disguised as a creative work.

Let's see .. implied incest? Oh, so now it's IMPLIED. Wow, are you growing subtle, Lils?

No you're not.

Yes, the characters are siblings again. Why? Well. It's pretty easy to see. For one, that's all Lily ever wrote in her life. And for Two.. that's just her BITCHING ABOUT COURTNEY AGAIN.

This lines up with both the ages of Lily and Courtney at the time of the alleged assault and with Lily not transitioning yet. Couple that with her whining that Courntey told her nobody would believe her.

Honestly,I didn't need to go this far into the text. Tags say implied assault and the piece begins with this

This is so obviously cope with all the shit she already said on tumblr, twitch, and YouTube both in the dedicated section of the dedicated video and in many other unrelated ones, because she can't keep her mouth shut for a single second.

But let's get that out of the way. This is a creative work to be judged on its own basis and merits. How does it hold up?

It doesn't.

I'll be honest the repetition of the phrase "Don't Move" was pretty intriguing at first glance. But even this one thing lead us to a cliff.

What is this supposed to mean? Is the sister going to assault the guy for just brushing hair out of her face? Overkill, if you ask me. I usually just slap at people's hands when they touch me without consent, but consent is not in consideration for any of your works, so you do you.

Honestly, the entire thing is written with the same mindset an introductory message of a chatbot AI with a kind of narrative would be

The same vignettes of ideas and flashbacks and little bit of set up. The reason that works for them is it just that. An intro, a set up for whatever you're about to do.

THIS is SUPPOSED to be a COMPLETE work. And because of that it's just empty. There's no story. There's no meaning. It's just vagueposting about shit we always knew about Lily. Trying to paint Courtney in a bad light again to seem pitiful.

This is nothing.

It's not creative, it's not art. But at LEAST it's fiction.

Unfortunately, one has to wonder about how badly Lily handles trauma if this were true and is only giving you more reason to believe Courtney, because it's so clear that Lily wrote this with one hand. And I hope to all that is holy that she washed the other one.

#lily orchard #lily orchard critical #fuck lily orchard #internet drama #cd-call #deplatform lily orchard #lily crit #courtney peet #writing #uncreative writing

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brynnmclean · 8 months ago

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in the core of everything drums a beat - snippets round up post

Actually, not a bad idea to have some kind of post with all the Hellblade fic fragments I've posted so far. In vague order of how they should fit together chronologically in the fic (ETA 21 May 2025, adjusted to accommodate the latest chapter count):

Chapter one -- now posted on AO3

Rough draft of chapter one where Thórgestr is having a lot of fever dreams (there was an earlier post with a small section that I think is still my favorite in the chapter)

Also from chapter one, but I think @eisoj5 asking me for "and" as a word in that WIP meme remains hilarious, so here's that post

Chapter two -- now posted on AO3

Part of chapter two and the introduction of my Irish healer OC Iseult

"She owes me nothing. I owe her everything."

Thórgestr awake and making a very bad joke about getting stabbed, my beloved

First Senua Giantsbane name drop!

"Is my father dead?" "He's alive. He's an exile."

I'm really fond of Fargrímr and I do think he cares about Thórgestr, so this is a nice little moment for that

Chapter three (once upon a time I said I could finish this in 3 chapters, lol) -- now posted on AO3

Intro to the chapter where half-asleep Thórgestr eavesdrops on a conversation between Senua and Fargrímr

There is so much in the game about Thórgestr's dad so why not feature a dream of his mother, here's her introduction

I gave her some very specific spirit vibes :)

You know, lot of emphasis on being your father's child, but Thórgestr is also his mother's son and I think that's important. Also I know surnames are patronymic, but there was that whole thing in the game about the importance of names, chosen names included, and so I really dig the idea of Thórgestr privately thinking of himself as Eindridson. (Also I like prophecies and love the idea of Eindrid as ghostly fate-spirit predicting how Áleifr will die... Honestly, chapter three is a fave!)

Thórgestr probably forgot what his mother's face looked like, so of course he's afraid to look away from her when she appears in his dreams

You ever write a bunch of fun images and then have a friend brainstorm plot developments with you later when you're at a loss on what kind of object you might need characters to go find, so of course your friend is like, "hey, you already wrote what you need." Just me? (thanks @allatariel <3)

Chapter four

The beginning of the chapter

Part of a midnight conversation between Senua and Thórgestr, early in the chapter

A moment I think is cute at the end of that scene

Chapter five

The beginning of an important conversation between Ástríðr and Thórgestr.

"Your father is gone. So is mine. But I’ll have what I’m owed. Tell me, Thórgestr," Ástríðr says, "what is your regret worth? What of your word?"

Chapter six

please I want the beginning of this next scene to be down, I've been struggling

“I am worried that I will be of no use to you. So I am angry with myself. I have many things to answer for.”

working on another conversation between Senua and Thórgestr, but also this is a post where I ramble about some things I want to accomplish in this fic!

Senua first talks about Dillion

Senua finally gets a hug LIKE SHE DESERVES

It sounds simple, but Thórgestr and Senua talk a little bit about being friends and that is important to me

Chapter seven

Another spooky dream :) this one heavily referencing the beginning of the game in Reykjanestá

Thórgestr waking up from the above dream

Chapter eight

Chapter opener -- Thórgestr is finally getting out of the sickroom!

More than just Iseult survived being a giant sacrifice :) here is the intro to a couple more :)

Small paragraph referencing the voices Senua hears

“I know your fear. But we both want peace—so much that we have bled for it, him most of all. He is my friend.”

my bi!Thórgestr agenda makes its first appearance :)

Chapter nine

originally there was going to be two dreams in this chapter, but this one is getting cut: a battlefield nightmare -- now separately on AO3

Druth Dream Sighting :D

More of that dream

His heart is tangled up in the threads of her story, pulled from his chest and into her grasp like a fish from the sea.

Dillion reference -- I miss him :(

“It’s not you I doubt, but myself. I wish I were whole again for you. I don’t like feeling like the weak arm in a shield-wall.”

Chapter ten

something something Tolkien fandom hair obsession got me thinking about Thórgestr needing a haircut

he's trying to be so chill and it is absolutely not working, lol

Thórgestr starts talking about Druth :)

And the dark rot!

I miss Dillion, okay? Senua has gotta talk about Dillion. And then she asks Thórgestr if he's ever been in love before. (He has!)

Chapter eleven

"Senua Giantsbane, Senua Truthseeker"

A funny part of a conversation with a Bjarg skáld OC who pitches a marriage of convenience between Senua and Thórgestr to his utter bewilderment

Technically this comes earlier in the chapter, but here is another fun moment from my girl Solveig, can anyone tell that I love bards

Hey, remember that one guard that Thórgestr has some friendly antagonism with during the Borgarvirki section of the game? First mention of him over here. He'll be back. :)

Solveig's eloquent yet dismissive hand gesture about Ástríðr makes me laugh okay?

“You want power.” “No, I want influence.”

Many things are out of his hands. But he’ll move forward. He must.

Chapter twelve

I struggled with the intro to this chapter for awhile, but here is a little from the conclusion to Thórgestr and Solveig's meeting

working on a gap-filler / interlude from Ástríðr's POV

That feeling when you have to break up tasks into very small pieces in order to even start getting yourself up out of bed--

Viking Age Area Man has no idea how to say "same hat" to Irish friend

"Is my presence on the negotiating table then, Northman?"

Stuff from later in the series

One of my favorite parts I've written for the whole damn thing even now -- Thórgestr doing sword drills alone on a beach near Bárðarvik

Thórgestr and Fargrímr conversation snippets one and two that are actually part of a larger scene

Multi / Misc:

Sections from multiple chapters: intro descriptions of OCs!

There was a WIP Excerpts meme going around late Dec 2024, so here is the tag for my responses to asks about that

WIP Word Train posts: SWEAR and then WHALE / BEAST

Two kiss prompt fills: a kiss where it hurts and a kiss in a rush of adrenaline