#tourmates

[didnt-hear-cold-as-you-live]

YALLLLLLLL THIS IS MY #1 DISO VINTAGE TAYLOR MERCH AND IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR IT IN B/S/T GROUPS FOR LIKE 5 YEARS AND I JUST FOUND IT IN A DALLAS THRIFT STORE OMFG

[vonn13]

Hc Steve harrington adores little magical things and has a small collection of like fairy homes or he collects plushie. His parents and friends/partners in the past made fun of him for liking these things so he's always kept them hidden away.

Now he's dating Eddie and this man thinks Steve put the goddamn stars in the sky and would do anything for him. So when he finds out about all of this he takes it in stride and feels so gooey that he makes like a garden setup so Steve can put the little fairy houses in their garden or he takes one of Steve's plushies with him on tour and makes a whole photo album of the plushie in different location across the globe. Like imagine maybe a bunny plushie with one of those cheesy Eiffel Tower pictures and this shit heals Steve's inner child so much.

[gentleoverdrive]

[7/300] The world has seen the last of you!

I think one of the things that we, as internet denizens, need to really do is encourage ourselves to let go and fully embrace that change that's coming. It's fine. Leaving things behind isn't as scary as it sounds sometimes. I often see people talk about changing themselves and see them go through these seemingly incredible processes of cut-from-the-cloth metamorphoses... ---- ...only for it to hit you and realize how the change was, seemingly, just for show. And it's fine: Changes can be scary. We humans are fucking uncanny on zeroing into that thing that's going to change and having a "normal one" about it. And again, it's fine to have second guesses about any change coming down the pipeline. ---- You know what's not fine, though? Treating whatever may come as some sort of "other" or something to that effect. Again, it's fine to find yourself at a crossroads and feeling that you are lacking on something to further progress down that path. That fear? Normal as can be. Just don't let those fears rule over you for everything. ---- Life is already so goddamn weird + hard, and the amount of control we exert over our very lives keeps getting smaller and smaller. Embrace the changes as best you can and stop letting things that act more as hangers-on to finally shuffle themselves off of you. I hope you remember to change for the better, and I'll read you later, alligator!

[blue-lollipops-and-ice-clouds]

Vessel.

Rock Sound Issue 311 - Sleep Token

(Source - Rock Sound)

Sleep Token are Rock Sound 25 Icons

With a meteoric rise unlike anything the heavy music world has seen before, Sleep Token have become one of the biggest success stories in modern rock history. We explore how their genre-pushing vision has resonated with fans across the world, with some of the band’s former tourmates and superfans reflecting on their incredible journey.

[phleagues]

PHIGHTING!Leagues comes to Tumblr!

Hello! This is Phighting! Leagues comin' to you live from hit platform Tumblr! That's right, an all exclusive league tourmate (created by StrikeTV & artyroast) made strictly for Phighting! over on Roblox.com I'll cut straight to the chase and tell you what we're about. Phighting!Leagues is esentially an e-sports hosted live over on YouTube and Twitch. You can check us out here and whether you plan participate or to show love for your respective team-- we welcome one and all! If that sounds like your kinda thing, consider checking out our Discord and we'll see YOU on the pheild.

[miasiegert]

In response to a great question by @etchif (I hope I’m doing this correctly again—bear with me still learning tumblr, probably will never learn on my phone, trying though?)

ANSWER:

Okay LISTEN HERE YOU, while for this production a strict NO ONE GETS MORE NOTICEABLE DICKS, I can confirm that a dear friend I will NEVER name (and no one will ever guess, don’t try, seriously, even tourmates were STUNNED and if it was anyone except me would think it was BS, I’m no snitch) tried to gift me his padded Tugger dance belts from US Tour V that all Tugger actors (except one I also will not name because not sure his fiancé wants that going around) were given/made/constructed and was legitimately baffled as to why I was not interested in his dancebelts as I hadn’t done my first pro show then/was a superfan still/sort of not sure how close friends I was with everyone.

“But they’re clean. I’d never give you anything not-washed.”

Bless him so much. He could not see the comparison of like used underwear sales or anything and thought, “well superfan, cats collector… I have something no one else has!!!”

As for why I didn’t take it and sell it, I was not exploiting a friend, ever. Especially one who genuinely was thinking, “what could I give Mia besides luggage tags?” That’d have been wrong. It also had his name sewn into it (same as all actors) for their unders/washing.

Please no jumping on an actor for being gross, btw. The intent was SO kind although… oh no! Lol!

And again I’m not sharing which actor did NOT have a padded one because of his fiancé. I’m not sure they’d actually care but rather safe than sorry.

THE MORE YOU KNOW (even if you don’t want to).

[granddelusions]

IF YOU LIE DOWN WITH ME - JOHN FRUSCIANTE

john frusciante x reader!

warnings: VERY VERY BRIEF talk of smut, but besides that enjoy this fluff i wrote instead of working on finals <3 18+

“hey, you awake?”

you groaned in response. the crowd tonight in california was louder than usual. hometown show.

you were grateful for your fans, sure, but you’ve been left with a pounding headache that was not accompanied well when you take into account the four belligerent men you happened to share the tour bus with — not to mention the beers you pounded with chad right after the gig.

it was 2am and they’d finally started to settle down until john, the guitarist and the most reserved of the four, peeked into your little crevice of the bus, tapping on the wall to get your attention.

“my head hurts.” not even a yes or no reply, just unintelligble drivel into your pillow.

you heard him laugh, inching himself closer towards you and sitting down on the side of the pull-out bed.

“well, i thought you did great tonight.”

john told you this every night. since the beginning of the tour two months ago, without fail, he’d compliment you. in the past week, you started to notice that he’d began to compliment you more and more on your outfits. your eyes. your hair.

at this point you’ve turned to face john. even in the dark, you could still make out all of the features that have made you fall in love with him — like the fucking idiot you were.

similar to how john marveled at you, you couldn’t help but admire him right back — his dark eyes, his long, curly hair, and those fingers, always battered and bruised from his guitar playing.

“well, i’m opening for the best band in the world… i do my best.” you finally replied with half lidded eyes, giving him a smile and a tired thumbs-up.

all of a sudden, he grabbed your hand. this was new. he brought it to his cheek — also new. at this point, you sat upright, letting john’s hand drape over your own as you readjusted on the bed.

“you know i was the one who suggested you for the opening act?” he admitted, letting his thumb trace over your own hand.

“are you fucking with me?” you said.

“no, god no… i think you’re incredible. i know i tell you that all the time, but i’ll keep doing it. you have such a talent. jesus christ, everything about you …”

he trailed off, looking you up and down. his eyes were dilated, the size of the fucking moon. in that moment, the mood changed.

you smiled.

“— is just fucking incredible.”

he pulled you in, throwing his arms around you and pressing your lips together.

his lips tasted like cigarettes. yours tasted like cheap beer and you wished you’d have taken an aspirin before your tourmate was grabbing your head and running his fingers through your hair. as he worked his kisses down to your neck and bare shoulders, you felt your nipples harden as his hands worked their way towards your breasts.

“johnny?” you finally said, breaking the silence between your moans.

now slowly pressing kisses atop your sensitive breasts, he looked up at you.

“mmm?”

“how long have you wanted this?”

he took your face in his hands, gently pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“your song.”

“my song?”

“the night i met you. when i saw your show at the troubador and you played that cover of your song. you on stage with that guitar — no one’s ever looked more beautiful. that passionate.”

your foreheads pressed together.

you could feel john tense up after his confession. sweat beads dripped down his face and his hands, intertwined with yours, were trembling.

“do you want this?” he finally said.

you nodded. you wanted all of him. you’ve wanted him since the two of you had met.

and now those dark eyes? that long, curly hair, and those fingers, always battered and bruised from his guitar playing? they want you too.

you pulled yourself onto his lap. nestling against his shoulder, you whispered softly in his ear.

“john frusciante, you don’t know the fucking half of it.”

he relaxed.

“i’m all in. but for now, all i want is sleep.”

respecting your sudden wish to sleep off your headache — the beers you had surely weren’t helping it— he started to get up from the bed, but you grabbed his hand.

“wait. johnny, will you lie down with me?”

[supergirlmayhem]

Build your expectations Saturated and Inflated ('Cause I was born to be your Favorite)

When they were little girls, Lena and Andrea promised each other to fulfill their respective dreams of achieving fame in acting and music. What the sisters didn't expect was to also find love. Lena never thought she would form a friendship with and a crush on Kara Danvers, a Rolling Stone reporter who would come to tear down all the walls she built for fear of the pain and disappointment she has been living with for as long as she can remember. Only Kara and her sweetness are able to stand against the black cloud that surrounds Lena. Andrea hated pop with all her soul for being so plastic and soulless, as the eternal rivalry of metal and rock against commercial music has taught her. But Samantha Arias — the powerful, talented, beautiful, and enigmatic former StarGirls United member who is now her tourmate — makes Andrea eat her words as she steals Andrea's self-proclaimed rebellious, cold, and unattainable heart. Or: A "No Love in LA" SuperCorp and RojasArias AU.

Check out this new work added to the 2024 collection by @BottombyKMG HERE and accompanying artwork by @unnaturalceilings HERE.

[mydearesthrry]

Y/n Y/l/n and Harry Styles play Which One? with Pop Wizz!

hi loviessss <3 missed you so much!!! heres this little thingggg i came up with last night! i am SORRY its so short. something coming on xmas day maybe?? ok bye i love u happy holidays 😊

disclaimer: which one and pop wizz are both fragments of my imagination!! these games dont exist, copyrightedly at least, they do not exist!!!!!! i made these two things up. ok thank u enjoy

PART OF THE AND THEN SOME UNIVERSE BUT CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE

“Hi! I’m y/f/n,” She pauses, gesturing to her boyfriend sitting next to her.

“And I’m Harry Styles, and today we will be doing the Which One game with Pop Wizz!”

“He’s gonna be chatting a bunch of shit throughout this so don’t take his words to heart. I’m definitely the better one of us two!” She sends a light hearted disclaimer to the viewers, giggling at the sour face Harry sends her way.

“First question: who is the messier tour mate?” The interviewer asks. The couple immediately pop open their marker, scribbling across their tiny whiteboards.

“Right then, on three?” Harry nods. “One, two, three!”

They both flip their boards to first face each other, and then turning them to face the camera.

“I am not a messy tourmate!” Harry exclaims. She knows he’s right, she just put his name to save herself.

“Guys, don’t listen to her, she always throws her clothes and makeups and chapsticks everywhere!” Harry points a finger at her.

“Hey! I use Aquaphor!” She cries, setting her board on her lap.

“Whatever, we both know I’m right, so, one point for Harry!”

“Whatever. Next question, please.”

“Who loses more things while on tour?” The interviewer asks.

Y/n let’s out a snort, giggling to herself. They don’t count, but they give each other looks to confirm they’re both done writing before flipping their boards. Both of which read y/n.

“Okay, I admit, I have lost like— more things than I can even count on tour. I think I’ve had like 7 hydroflasks that I’ve lost! I just hate drinking from plastic bottles and so now I have this jug, you guys have definitely seen the jug, but I bring that with me everywhere. Harry loves it too! He has our names sprawled on the jug written in sharpie. But yeah, definitely me.” Harry nods along with her words, grabbing ahold of her hand while she’s talking and bringing it up to his lips.

“Aw, what a romantic!” Someone from behind the camera shouts.

“It’s a facade! He is not this nice to me! Matter of fact, he likes biting me.” She stops there, not seeing anything wrong with her statement. Harry whips his head over, a subtle pink rush of blood coating his cheeks.

“Shit! I didn’t mean it like that, I promise!” She whines in realization. Harry wraps his arms around her, squeezing her tightly to rid the embarrassment. “Nooooo, everyone g’na think ‘M a nympho.”

“No one’s gonna think you’re a nympho, m’heart. ‘S okay! Shit happens, whatever,” he pauses, sending a cheeky grin to the camera. “I do like biting, though.”

Y/n is now the one to blush.

“Next question, I’m begging.” Y/n pleads, looking around the studio for someone to speak.

“Who’s the bigger softie?” The kind lady behind the camera asks.

“Oh, pfft, is that even a question?” Y/n chuckles, quickly sprawling an answer on her board, harry doing the same.

“Okay, ready, set, go!” They both flip their boards, which unsurprisingly both read the boys name.

“H is the biggest softie I’ve ever met! Seriously, he cried during A Dolphins Tale! Like, literally sobbed in my arms. What a loser.” She lets out a belly laugh, forehead coming down to rest on her boyfriends shoulder as she tries to gain composure.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. A bully, is what you are.” He all but rolls his eyes playfully, leaning down to press a soft kiss against her hair.

They fly through the next few questions, getting into small banters when they disagreed with each others answers.

It’s obvious that they’re in love. Any bystander or viewer could see it. The way he looks at her adoringly, or the way she scrunches up her nose at him whenever he flashes a smile. They’re just simply young and in love, and everyone seems to adore that about them.

“Shit, well, that was— a bit too much fun. Thank you so much Pop Wizz for having us! Me and my tourmate are very thankful.” Y/n has tears in her eyes from laughing at the last question, hand now resting on the inside of Harry’s elbow.

“I’m Harry Styles, and this is Y/f/n, and you can see us at all North American tour dates of Love On Tour, and you can watch her new movie, Sweetener, on all streaming platforms and select movie theatres!” He grins, exhaling a long breath after his spiel.

“Great job babe, got all of our gigs right!” She smiles, pecking a kiss to his temple.

“See, she loves me. Alright, bye!”

[5woon]

how many people have you killed?

the question had been poised to Ji-Woon... her tourmate for this leg of it. walking in on him in the midst of killing someone hadn't been on betty's bingo card, but neither had what happened that followed next. she had been sure that @nosp1n was going to end if all right there, he'd made it clear he was planning to. she was dressed still from her performance, clean and beautiful-- but painted with a fear she'd never displayed before. she was scared and all she could do was start to whimper, nearly begging for a chance to say she wouldn't tell anyone! but as the moment advanced there was a cold grasp that took over her, something consumed her in a way that brought fear worse than Ji-Woon had conjured in her.

it pulled her into a darkness and for a moment she thought she was dead, thought it was ji-woon who ended her. but it wasn't-- not yet at least. the dark energy that grabbed betty pulled her into a realm she could never imagine existed. when her vision came back she was standing with Ji-Woon still, both of them trying to make heads or tails or what had just happened. She went to say something, but she was quick to remember what happened... quick to recall what was going on moments before. So she ran. She turned and she ran from Ji-Woon... and thus began the biggest game of cat and mouse. Trial after trial... learning this, learning that, meeting this unfortunate soul and that one. becoming close to just survive. and no amount of time at the fire could ever prepare her for facing Ji-Woon again. every other monster in this fog? it didn't compare to the one that was him.

[antidrumpfs]

McKay is a “big part” of the ReAwaken America tour

McKay, who is also a QAnon conspiracy theorist, has begun to gain more prominence because of his featured speaking role on the ReAwaken America tour, which was founded by Clay Clark and Michael Flynn. The tour features QAnon and COVID-19 conspiracy theories; pro-Trump rhetoric; and Christian nationalism.

In addition to McKay, its “featured speakers” include Charlie Kirk, Kash Patel, Robert F. Kennedy Jr., Peter Navarro, Mike Lindell, and Alex Jones. (Jones is scheduled to appear at the tour's Las Vegas stop in August; a poster of the event also includes McKay.) Donald Trump Jr. has also spoken on the tour. The tour’s best-known “featured speaker” is Eric Trump, who, along with McKay, most recently spoke in Nashville, Tennessee. McKay posted a picture of himself with Trump last year and wrote that he “says his Dad loves what we’re doing.”

“Eric's been there to a number of events I've spoken at, I've been right beside him a number of times,” McKay said last April. He went on to call his presence on the tour one a “validation” for him and “this movement.”

[homesickwhispers]

best friend.

(Van x Reader x Bondy)

When Van confronts you for being a little “too close” to Bondy, you decide to test just how far his limits go.

warning: NSFW content

reaally nervous about this one…hope you guys enjoy it though 💙

The night is buzzing.

The tickets for the show were sold out in minutes, and I can hear the muffled sounds of the crowd that indicates that the fans are already waiting outside.

The mood is perfectly set, the band is in full swing, and I know I should be too. But instead of focusing on the big night that is upon us, my focus is scattered. I can feel his eyes on me from across the room, watching. Van’s been acting off all night, but I’m trying not to think about it.

I’m standing next to Bondy, who’s been his usual charming self—easygoing, funny, not taking himself too seriously. He cracks a joke, and I laugh, maybe a little harder than necessary, trying to shake the strange tension I’ve been feeling all evening. Bondy grins, nudging me with his elbow.

“See? You don’t need to be so serious all the time,” he teases, leaning in closer, his arm brushing mine.

Bondy and I have gotten really close over the past few weeks and I’m pretty sure Van noticed it.

Johnny is a good, calm presence that I like to have around— not to mention, he is effortlessly attractive.

I laugh again, the sound a little more forced this time. It’s not Bondy—it’s… something else. My eyes flick across the room and land on Van, who’s watching us. His expression is unreadable, but I can feel the weight of his gaze, heavy and intense. He’s been distant since we got here, keeping his distance, but now… now there’s something different in the way he’s looking at me. At us.

Bondy leans in again, saying something I don’t quite catch, but I force a smile and pat his shoulder, pretending to listen. My stomach twists with something I can’t quite name—guilt, maybe, or the fact that I’m too aware of Van, standing just a few feet away, probably fuming beneath the surface.

Bondy’s friendly banter continues, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m walking a tightrope. I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t. But I do.

I feel uncomfortable when Van acts this way—no constant teasing, no smiling, no touching, just his intense eyes locked onto me. But amid that discomfort, I also feel..powerful. There was something electrifying about being the center of their attention, and it stirred something deep within me.

Bondy was undeniably a good-looking guy. If Van hadn’t caught my attention since day one, I would have been very inclined to try my luck with John. He had this quiet charm that was hard to resist, and I found myself drawn to him in a way I hadn’t expected.

Being next to Bondy felt good, of course, but as the hours passed, I realized how much I craved Van’s presence with us. The way he made me feel—alive and desired—was intoxicating.

They both had their ways of getting under my skin, that was a fact.

I was sure of my attraction to Van, and it wasn’t just physical. I liked his mind, our flirty dynamic, the way we understood each other without words. But for once, I didn’t want to be so uptight about everything.

Maybe I didn’t want to settle for just one thing.

Maybe I didn’t want to choose between the two of them.

Maybe I wanted to give in to that little voice that visited me during those long, quiet nights in the bunk—thinking about the two of my tourmates, taking me together.

The thought sent a thrill through me, awakening an old constant desire.

I didn’t want to be apart from Van, that was obvious, but maybe, for once in my life, I was allowing myself to want more.

Adding Bondy to the equation felt perfect, like exactly what I needed. Something about it felt right, thrilling, and I couldn’t ignore the pressure that was starting to grown between me legs just by imagining the scene.

The truth is, I barely have any real sexual experience. My first and only partner was my ex-boyfriend, and even then, it felt like I never truly explored what I wanted. But now, the thought of being in a room with both Van and Bondy—it’s exhilarating, like something I never thought I’d even consider. Yet here I am. And as crazy as it sounds… I think it might actually happen.

Van had shown me in every way that he wanted me, no doubt about it. He was just waiting for my green light. But what if my green light was actually…Bondy? The thought felt crazy, but somehow, it also felt thrilling.

Maybe I should make him an offer. If he really wants me, Bondy has to be there too. But now he wasn’t even talking to me, and it all felt like I was crumbling down.

It was confusing but exhilarating, this pull I felt toward them both. I could sense the chemistry simmering in the air, a tantalizing tension that left me breathless. I was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, torn between what I knew I wanted and the uncertainty of where it might lead.

I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to explore that desire—to embrace the intensity that was building between us. And if they feel it too.

But I can’t think about that right now. Not with tons of fans of fans eager to see the best show of their lives.

I shook my head as if to brush the dirty, unnecessary thoughts away, and got back to work.

Later, after the show, still feeling buzzed from the crowd, mixed with the adrenaline I got from the undivided attention of Van and Bondy earlier, as I’m heading toward the dressing room, I feel Van behind me before I even hear his voice.

“Having fun with Bondy?” Van’s voice is low, but there’s an edge to it, sharp enough to cut through the haze of the night. I turn around slowly, trying to keep my expression neutral.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, though I know exactly what he means.

He steps closer, eyes locked on mine. His jaw is clenched, hands shoved in his pockets like he’s trying to keep himself in check. “You seemed real cozy with him tonight.”

I feel the heat rising in me—part frustration, part something else. “You’re kidding, right? We were just talking.”

Van’s gaze darkens. “Sure didn’t look like just talking from where I was standing.”

My pulse quickens, a mix of anger and something I don’t want to admit. I cross my arms, trying to put some distance between us, but it doesn’t help. He’s still too close, his presence overwhelming. “And what if we were doing more than just talking?” I challenge, though my voice isn’t as strong as I want it to be. “Why do you care, Van?”

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. His eyes are locked on mine, something simmering just beneath the surface. When he finally speaks, his voice is quieter, but it’s laced with something dangerous. “Because he’s not the one who should be making you laugh like that.“

The words hit me like a punch to the chest, knocking the air from my lungs. I open my mouth to say something—anything—but nothing comes out. I can’t move, can’t breathe. All I can do is stare at him, my heart racing.

Van takes another step forward, his voice dropping lower. “I don’t want to see you with him, (Y/N). Not like that. You know your place is by my side. Not his, not anyone’s.”

It’s like the tension between us snaps, the pull that’s been building for weeks finally unraveling all at once. I should be angry, furious even, but instead, all I feel is the heat of his gaze, the way his words sink under my skin.

I take a shaky breath, trying to steady myself. “You don’t get to be jealous, you don’t get to order me around. We are nothing, remember?” I whisper, though it sounds weak even to my own ears.

His eyes soften for a moment, but the tension is still there, humming between us. “Maybe not,” he says, voice rough. “But that doesn’t change the way I feel when I see him touching you.”

My heart skips a beat. The way he feels?

The room feels too small, the air too thick, and I can’t stop looking at him. My mind is racing, but before I can stop myself, I take a step forward, closing the distance between us. “Then why don’t you do something about it?” The challenge hangs between us, my heart pounding.

Van’s eyes flicker with something raw, something he’s been holding back for too long. And before I can think, before I can second-guess myself, his hand is on my waist, pulling me closer. His lips are a breath away from mine, and I can feel the heat of him, the tension that’s been simmering for weeks finally ready to explode.

“I will,” he murmurs, voice low and dangerous. “If you let me.”

I lean into him, our noses almost touching, feeling the heat radiating from his body. A mischievous thought slips out before I can think better of it. “And what if I say I will let you..if you let me have me both of you?”

Van is still, like he stopped breathing for a moment.

I knew I had power over him, and in that moment, all I wanted was to use it, to push the limits and see just how far he would go to have me.

I whisper again, my voice sultry and teasing. “Would you be able to do that, Van? If you want me this bad, will you be able to have it my way?”

His breath catches, surprise flashing in his eyes, followed quickly by a mix of intrigue and disbelief. “(Y/N)…” He trails off, clearly torn between his jealousy and curiosity.

“Come on,” I challenge, stepping back slightly to gauge his reaction. “Are you really going to let Bondy take my attention away? Or are you going to step up? I want you, both of you. And I know you want it too” I run a finger up his chest, enjoying the way he swallows hard under my touch. “I bet you’ve already thought about it.” I add before he can protest. “It’s obvious from here.” I gesture to the bulge in his jeans.

I couldn’t believe my words, but I knew Van would appreciate them in some way. His body definitely did. He loved when I responded to him in the same playful, teasing manner he spoke to me. The thrill of matching his energy sent a rush through me, even if it meant I was suggesting we add a third person into this strange, flirty mix.

There was something exhilarating about the idea, a wild notion that made my heart race. I watched his reaction closely, gauging the shift in his expression as my words hung in the air between us. Would he be open to it? Would he embrace the chaos of what I was proposing?

His expression is still conflicted, but I can tell he’s tempted. It’s there, simmering under the surface, the desire to let go. I see it when he looks at me, and it’s there now, more than ever. And when he shifts even closer, I can smell his musky scent, feel the heat of him. I know he wants it. Wants me. And he’s willing to consider it.

I want to push him further, to make him give in. So I do the one thing that comes to mind, and let my fingers trail over his hard dick through his jeans. He sucks in a sharp breath.

“(Y/N)..This is madness,” he murmurs again, low and warning.

I grab his face a little rougher this time, making sure his eyes meet mine. “If you’re interested in something fun, I’m sure Bondy is too.” I lean in, breathing the words in his ear. “He’s your best friend. He’ll do whatever you ask for. Imagine it, Van. Bondy fucking my ass, you in my pussy and your mouth on my tits, making me moan so hard.” I lean into him again, my lips almost on his, whispering, “Just imagine it.”

For a second, I think I’ve pushed him too far, that he’ll push me away, tell me to leave him the hell alone. But he just blinks a few times, eyes going wide as he takes a deep breath, his hands curling into fists. Then slowly, like he’s giving me every chance to change my mind, he closes the distance between us.

He kisses me—hard and deep, all need and want. My brain shorts out, my knees going weak as my heart slams against my ribs. He holds me up, his hands rough on my waist, his tongue sliding over mine.

God, he’s a good kisser. His mouth is magic, drawing out a moan from deep in my throat. I feel him everywhere, my body arching toward him.

But even as we kiss, I know this isn’t going to be that easy. There’s still Bondy to deal with, and the fact that I’ve just told Van I want them both.

But right now, none of that matters. All I can think about is the taste of Van’s mouth on mine, the way it feels to finally be in his arms.

His mouth is roaming over my throat, my breasts. “You make me fucking insane, you know that?” he murmurs against my skin, his tongue tracing my nipple through my shirt. “I’ve wanted you for so long, and when you touch Bondy, it makes me want to kill him. Now you want me to watch as he fucks you? How am I supposed to do that, (Y/N)? What are you doing to me?”

He kisses me again, not letting me answer him. His tongue tangling with mine, his touch almost angry. He kisses like a man who knows how to please a woman, his mouth skilled and hungry, but somehow I’m not surprised. I knew he’d be good.

Then I’m moving, stumbling backward, his lips still devouring mine. His body presses me into the wall, hands pinning my wrists up above my head. “Please, Van” I beg, my voice husky.

I’m breathing hard, trying to catch my breath as he tears his mouth away. His chest is heaving, eyes burning into mine. “We’ll do it,” he says roughly. “But if we do this, (Y/N), if we bring him with us, it’s only because I want to watch you get fucked, not because I’m okay with him touching you. Do you understand?” The question is sharp, his expression warning.

I nod quickly, unable to process how he can be so possessive and jealous one minute and then so open to sharing me the next.

When he looks at me, there’s something dark in his eyes. “Fucking hell,” he rasps. “Alright. Let’s get this done with, let’s have it your way.” And then, without another word, he kisses me again. Hard and deep.

When he finishes the kiss, he backs away for a second to adjust himself in his pants and then takes my hand in his. His eyes are wild when they meet mine. I have no idea what kind of night we’re about to have, but I’m about to find out. He turns and walks toward the exit, dragging me behind him my heart starts beating even faster as I feel the cold air from outside hitting my face.

We leave the venue, and all the people behind us. I look around at the city that was never so alive before this moment. Van’s gaze locked onto mine, his expression a mix of determination and longing. He knew what I wanted, and he was resolute in his mission to give it to me.

A few hours ago, this wasn’t even a possibility. Just a distant fantasy wandering through my mind. But now, here I was, walking right into it, feeling the weight of anticipation settle over me like a second skin.It felt like I was standing on the edge of a thrilling cliff, ready to leap into the unknown.

Van’s grip tightened just a little pulling me out of my thoughts, and I felt my pulse quicken. My heart pounded in my chest, my body suddenly hyper-aware of everything—the warmth of his skin, the tension in the air. I was excited, but also nervous. I knew he wouldn’t let his jealousy fade that quickly.

When we finally reach Bondy’s room, Van knocks before opening the door, keeping his arm securely around my waist. He closes the door behind us with a firm click and pulls me closer, his grip possessive like he had something to prove.

As I said, we weren’t together. But Bondy wasn’t blind—no one in the band was. They could all see how Van spent every single moment of his free time around me, flirting, touching. They weren’t dumb, and Van definitely didn’t waste any time letting them know I was his, even if it wasn’t official.

So the sight of him suddenly appearing at Bondy’s room, with his dick practically popping out of the jeans while he presses himself against me, probably wasn’t a surprise for his bandmate, who barely reacted to us. Bondy just gave a small nod, like this was exactly what he’d expected.

With Van, I could always feel confident. He made it easy to be like that—always talkative, always flirting, always saying the dirtiest things he had in mind. He always seemed pleased when I matched his energy and I knew it was only a matter of time before we ended up in a room together.

But Bondy? Sure, he cracked some jokes around me, but I could never read him the way I could with Van. So when we stepped into his room, all the bold words and attitude I had earlier seemed to disappear.

The atmosphere shifted as the closed door, trapped us in the intimate space of Bondy’s room. I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe.

Me, Van, and Bondy had been in the same room countless times, but this one specific time it felt like too much to handle. There was an electric tension in the air, a palpable anticipation that set my skin on fire.

The playful banter I had been so used to with both of them suddenly felt distant, and all I could focus on was the pounding of my heart and the heat rising in my cheeks.

“Mate,” Van said, his voice sharp enough to catch Bondy’s attention.

Bondy glanced up, two buttons of his shirt already undone, a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips. His hair was slightly messy, and he had that laid-back, effortless look about him that always seemed to draw people in. Me, included.

“Hey, you two,” Bondy greeted us with a smile, his eyes flicking to me briefly before going back to Van.

Van’s hand slid down to my lower back, and before I could react, he gave my ass a firm slap, making a dry, loud sound. “Brought your little friend to say hello,” he said, his tone light, but with an edge—a hint of the jealousy I knew he’d been stewing in.

My body tensed at the sudden contact, but I stayed quiet, caught between the two of them, feeling the tension rise like a thick fog in the room. Bondy chuckled, exhaling a cloud of smoke, seemingly unfazed, but there was something unreadable in his eyes.

“She wanted to ask you a question, didn’t you (Y/N)?” Van said, nudging me forward slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with a look that dared me to play along.

As Van put me in the spotlight, the words vanished from my mind. There was only desire—a flicker of fear, yes—but desire quickly took over, consuming my thoughts.

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry, and looked at Bondy, who had been watching me with raised eyebrows, curious but calm. The air felt thick, my mind racing as I tried to find the right words.

“Yeah, I… uh, I was wondering…” I trailed off, unsure of where to take it. My nerves were getting the best of me, and I could feel the weight of Van’s jealousy simmering beside me, pushing me toward something I wasn’t even sure I wanted to say.

Bondy took another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the side, waiting for me to finish.

“Go on,” Van murmured, his voice low, almost a challenge.

I felt trapped between them, my body hot and tense, but a part of me couldn’t help but feel the excitement in the air, the way the dynamic had shifted with every passing second.

Van’s grip tightened on my waist, his breath warm against my ear as he leaned in closer. “You can’t say it, can you?” he whispered, his voice low, dripping with challenge.

Van was right; I couldn’t say it. The words felt too heavy on my tongue, inhuman even, like they would shatter the fragile moment we were in. Bondy’s gaze didn’t help; it was intense and searching, as if he could see right through me and into the tangled mess of emotions swirling in my mind.

Every part of me screamed to give voice to my desires, to declare what I wanted, but the fear of crossing that line held me back. I felt vulnerable under their scrutiny, the weight of their expectations pressing down on me.

I froze, my heart thudding in my chest. The words were right there on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t push them out. Bondy stood there, still watching me, waiting, completely unaware of the storm swirling inside me.

Van’s hand slid down my arm, fingers brushing lightly over my skin, sending a shiver through me. “What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” he continued, his voice softer now but no less intense. “Tell John what you told me in that hallway, tell him what you want us to do with you.”

My mouth went dry, the tension between us thickening with every second. I could feel Bondy’s eyes flicking between us, probably confused, but not saying a word.

“I… I don’t…” I started, but the words trailed off, lost in the moment, the weight of Van’s jealousy pressing down on me.

Van chuckled, his fingers gently squeezing my arm. “Thought so,” he murmured moving to my side.

“Listen up” he says taking the cigarrete from Bondy’s mouth and giving it a slow drag “What (Y/N) wants to know is… are you interested in having a little fun time with us?” he said, his tone smooth but laced with something darker, more daring.

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at Bondy, my face heating up. I could hardly believe what Van had just said, but there was no turning back now. Bondy’s eyes widened slightly, but a smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned back.

“Fun time, huh?” Bondy echoed, his gaze flicking between Van and me. His expression remained unreadable, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes, as if he was trying to gauge whether we were serious or just messing around.

Van’s fingers pressed into my waist a little harder, his body close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. “That’s right, mate. You in?” Van continued, his voice dropping to a lower register.

Bondy let out a small laugh. He tilts his head slightly, his smirk widening. “You two are something else” he said, his eyes lingering on me. “But if you’re really asking…I’m always up for a good time.“

The room felt even more suffocating with his confirmation, thick with the tension we’d built. Van’s grip on me was firm, grounding me, but also pushing me to the edge of something I wasn’t sure I could handle. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears, and yet, I stayed silent, waiting for Van’s next move.

Bondy leaned forward, his elbows resting casually on his knees, eyes locked onto mine. “You sure you want this, (Y/N)? Cause Van here looks like he is on the verge of passing out.” he asked, his voice calm, but the challenge was unmistakable.

Van’s grip tightened again, this time more possessively. “I think she knows exactly what she wants,” he said, his voice taking on a dangerous edge, eyes never leaving Bondy’s. Then, turning slightly toward me, he added, “Don’t you?”

I nodded, my heart racing. “Yeah..I do.”

Van’s jealousy was unmistakable as he heard me, but there was something else too—conflict. He didn’t want to share, I knew that. But I couldn’t stop myself from pushing the boundary further.

My mouth is dry, my pulse racing in my ears. But all I can see is him. The way his gaze eats me up like he needs me. The tension in his body that says he’s ready to let go, to give in to whatever it is between us.

“Then go on (Y/N), show him. Show him what you want.” Van said, his tone laced with annoyance but also a hint of curiosity.

I could feel the tension crackling in the air as Bondy turned to me, his gaze expectant. My heart raced, caught in the whirlwind of emotions swirling around us.

“Thought you had this one wrapped around your finger, Van, it’s not like you to share.” Bondy said with a smirk.

“She’s a hard one to crack, that’s for sure, but she will be mine soon.” Van replied, his eyes never leaving mine.

I finally got the courage and stepped closer to Bondy, kissing his neck softly. He immediately wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against him, making me groan at the contact. I started unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, pulling it open to reveal his chest. “Thought you’d be with her all night, after you saw us at the venue. Bet you were killing me in your head for standing so close to her” he told Van, still holding me.

“I planned to,” Van replied. “But we didn’t get far. She wanted this or nothing.”

“This or nothing, hum?” he asked. “Is that right?”

Van chuckled, his gaze darkening as he looked at me. “That’s what she says,” he murmured, stepping closer. “But I guess we’ll find out.”

I leaned back from Bondy and smiled at Van, who was looking at us both with hunger in his eyes. “That’s right,” I told him, moving my mouth over Bondy’s skin again, feeling a hint of confidence.

He reaches for my hair, grabbing it gently and moving my lips to his. I let him kiss me, deep and sensual, as I feel Van’s gaze on us, which just turns me on even more and I feel like I could cum on the spot. The kiss is long, slow, and Bondy presses against me, letting me feel the hard length of him.

His lips teases my neck as his hands roams down my sides, teasing the edge of my shirt. I could feel Van’s body heat behind me, his hands steady but possessive on my hips, pulling me closer. The intensity between them made my head spin, the anticipation thick in the air. My pussy throbbed, thinking about having one of them inside me.

My hands are in Bondy’s hair, gripping him closer as we kiss. His hands travelled on my ass, squeezing me, pulling me tighter against his body. I’m grinding against his cock, rubbing against him as I feel myself growing wetter.

As Bondy deepened the kiss, Van’s fingers found my waist, lifting me slightly and pulling me to his lap away from Bondy’s torso, as he was now pressing his own body against mine. It was like a push and pull, each of them vying for my attention, and I was caught in the middle, breathless and wanting more. They grew more and more hungry the second they noticed I was giving into one of them too much.

Bondy and I break apart for a moment as he undoes his zipper slowly, then shoves his jeans and briefs down in one quick motion. His cock springs free, hard and ready, and I feel my eyes widening as I take him in.

“Holy shit,” I breathe out. He’s big—long and thick, with a heavy set of balls. “You’re...um…” I clear my throat, trying to sound less shocked than I am.

Bondy gives a low chuckle. “Big?” he supplies.

I nod. “Yeah, you could say that.”

I reach for him and Van suddenly catches my wrist.

“Not yet.” He says kissing my neck “Right now, you’re going to be a good fucking slut and let us touch you, okay?”

I could barely respond as Van turned me to face him and pressed our lips together, making everything around me disappear except for Bondy who explored my body from behind.

My entire world narrowed to the sensation of their bodies against mine. Van’s lips on my mouth, Bondy’s lips on my neck, their hands in my clothes, their breath hot and heavy against my skin. My hips arch into them, my mind going blank as the heat rages through me.

Van pulls back slightly, his breath ragged, eyes burning with need. “I can smell you,” he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse. “Been dying for this since you started working for us.”

His kiss grew more urgent, his hands sliding up to cup my face as Bondy’s grip tightened on my hips, grounding me between the two of them. I moaned softly into Van’s mouth, my body igniting under their touch. He swallows my moan with his kiss, his hand moving between us to undo his pants.

I feel him bare against me for the first time, his cock hot and heavy in his hand. Bondy’s fingers teased at the hem of my shirt, slowly inching it upwards, his breath hot on my neck.

“You fucking like this, don’t you?” Van murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Being between us like this. I bet you’re fucking soaked right now.”

I nodded, the words slipping from my lips in a breathless whisper. “Yes…”

Bondy pulled back for a moment, his eyes dark with desire as he glanced at Van. “She’s a little more eager than I thought,” he said, a teasing edge to his voice.

Van smirked, his hand sliding lower, teasing the waistband of my jeans. “She’s full of surprises.” He gently tugged at the fabric, and I could feel my pulse quickening in anticipation.

My body was already aching for more, every touch sending jolts of heat through me. Bondy’s hands were back on me, more insistent this time, as Van touched the fabric of my bra ready to free me of the last barrier between us.

“Ready for both of us, love?” Van’s voice was low and gravelly.

I nodded, biting my lip, but it was Bondy who answered for me, his hands trailing up my thighs. “Oh, she’s ready.”

Van pops my breasts free of my bra cups, rolling and pinching my nipples until I moan. “Look at that pretty pink cunt.” He palms my breasts, holding them together for Bondy to see. “She’s all for us tonight.”

Bondy’s cock twitches. “Now that’s a sight I could get used to,”

I gasped as his fingers grazed my chest, but Van’s voice from behind was what made me tremble. “Show us, (Y/N). Show us how much you want this.”

I closed my eyes, feeling their hands explore my body with an intensity that made my legs weak. Every sensation blurred together, their touches so distinct yet complementary, feeding the fire that built inside me. Bondy’s hand moved lower, his fingers brushing where I ached the most, and I let out a soft whimper. Van’s hand followed, his movements slower, more deliberate, making me squirm with anticipation.

“I knew you could handle us both, baby, you’re such a dirty slut.” Van whispered, his lips brushing my ear as Bondy kissed along my throat.

My body felt like it was on fire, caught between the two of them, my breath ragged as their touches synced up, pushing me further into the heat of the moment. Bondy’s fingers trailed teasingly, and Van’s steady hand guided me, making me melt against them both.

I lean against Bondy as he touches me, his erection pressed against my back like a constant reminder, his mouth exploring my skin. He bites my neck, his hands roaming over my ass and hips, and I love the feeling of being taken.

His fingers brushing against my aching core. I gasped, my body responding instinctively, pressing closer to him, while Van’s fingers gripped my waist harder, his frustration barely contained.

Finally, Bondy drops to his knees, lifting my legs over his shoulder and burying his face in my pussy. His tongue glides through my folds, sucking gently on my clit. I gasp, my head falling back against Van’s shoulder. Van bends and kisses my breast, sucking one nipple into his mouth while flicking the other with his fingers.

“Oh god, that feels so good,” I whimper. “So good.” The pleasure spirals higher and higher, my whole body burning hot.

“You hear her, mate? She likes that.” Bondy said, smirking as he looked at Van over my shoulder.

Van drags his teeth across my nipple. “Does that feel good like you imagined, (Y/N)?”

“Fuck, no. This is better,” I groan. Bondy sucks harder on my clit, tongue working me expertly. “Fuck, I’m going to cum.” I shudder, the orgasm rippling through me, my legs tightening around Bondy’s head. “Oh god,” I cry out. “Oh god.” My pussy throbs, the pleasure lasting for a minute before Bondy lowers me to the bed and presses his mouth to mine. I can taste myself on his tongue, the sensation sending another wave of lust through my body. He kisses me until I’m moaning again, my pussy clenching. “Let me taste you,” I beg. “Please, Bondy.”

I pull him closer without waiting for an answer, until his legs are on either side of me, his cock hard above. I run my trembling hands along the inside of his thighs, feeling his breath catch, his body tense. I look up at him, locking eyes, and then I lean forward, taking him in my mouth.

I moan around his length as he slides into me, his skin hot on my tongue. He’s salty and thick, his breaths coming quicker and quicker as I move, and it gives me a rush to know I’m doing this to him.

I keep going, sucking harder as he grabs my hair, pulling me closer, but then Van is beside us, his hands on my back, his lips on my skin. He pushes me forward, toward Bondy, until I’m taking him deeper than I ever thought possible, making me gag.

But Van keeps me there, his fingers digging into my hips as he licks along my neck, his lips brushing against my ear. “Fuck yeah,” he mutters. “Look at her take you, Bondy. Fucking hell.”

I moan around Bondy’s cock, my body heating at Van’s words, the tears falling from my eyes as I search for air. I’m desperate for Van, his mouth on my body only making me want more. I reach back blindly, my hands searching for him, and he steps closer, his hips pressing against my ass.

“Is that what you want?” he teases, his voice low in my ear. “You want me to fuck you while you suck his cock? Is that it?”

“Yes,” I gasp around Bondy. “Yes.”

Van chuckles and pulls back, giving me a hard smack on my ass. “You’ve got to beg better than that,” he says. “Ask me nicely, (Y/N)

I turn around, Bondy’s length slipping from my mouth, and I look up at Van. “Please,” I say, my voice low, desperate. “Fuck me, Van. Please.”

Van presses a condom in my hand. “Put it on my cock.” He swallows hard as I roll the condom down his shaft, then lick my hand and stroke him slowly. , his eyes locked on mine.“Turn around,” he tells me, stepping back. “Bend over the bed and let me see that tight pussy of yours.”

I do as he says, turning around to face Bondy again with my ass up. I’m so exposed, so bare, and his hands are running over my skin before I can even turn around. He grabs my ass and massages me roughly, moaning in appreciation.

“Fuck,” he whispers against me. “You’ve got the ass I’ve always wanted.”

Van’s lips found the sensitive spot behind my ear, his breath warm as he whispered, “You’ve been teasing us all night. Time to show you what happens when you push too far.”

I moan as he presses against me, teasing my clit with each pass. My body’s hot and wet, ready for him, and I push back against him, trying to force him in. But he holds himself back, still teasing me, until finally, finally, he pushes inside.

“Do you know how many nights I’ve spent thinking about this?” Van murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. “About bending you over like this, your pussy open for me, your ass up in the air.”

I gasp at the feel of him filling me, stretching me open. His cock is thicker than I expected, his thrusts slow at first, but it’s almost too much. I’m tight and swollen, and every inch feels like bliss. My body takes a moment to adjust, my breaths coming faster as he moves, and then it’s like he’s a part of me, filling me in a way no one ever has.

He slaps my ass with his hand. “I’m not going to go easy on you.” He thrusts deep into me, the slap of his balls against my pussy loud in the room. I cry out as he fucks me harder, my tits bouncing against Bondy’s chest. “You feel so good.” He pushes deeper, his cock throbbing. “So fucking good. Just like I knew you would.”

He’s reaching up to brush my hair aside, his lips on the back of my neck, when I hear Bondy shift next to me. I turn toward him, looking into his eyes, and I realize I’ve almost forgotten about him. I lean down to kiss him, feeling Van moving in me as we do, and Bondy’s hand slips between my legs, rubbing my clit as they fuck me together.

Van slows his thrusts, his hand gripping my waist tight. “Fuck her mouth,” he says, his voice rough against my skin. “Let her suck you dry.”

Bondy doesn’t need to be told twice. He steps up beside me, his cock in front of my mouth, and before I can think, I’m leaning forward, taking him inside. He groans as his length slides along my tongue, his hand twisting in my hair as he starts thrusting.

It’s hard, keeping his cock in my mouth with Van moving in me, but it feels right, like this is what I’ve been missing. Two men, my body filled with their lengths, their hands and mouths touching my skin, my mind overwhelmed with pleasure.

But it doesn’t last. It can’t last. My orgasm starts building in seconds, my clit throbbing against Bondy’s fingers as he rubs me faster. I’m gasping around his length, my body trembling, and when Bondy thrusts deep in my mouth, I explode.

My orgasm tears through me like a wave, a rush of pleasure so strong I can barely stand it. But I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I keep moving on Van as I come, my mouth sucking hard on Bondy as he starts to come too.

It hits me in seconds, his salt exploding in my mouth, on my tongue, and I moan with it, the taste of him sending me higher. But it’s not over yet. Van pulls out of me just as Bondy finishes, his cum spurting on my body, hot on my skin as I gasp.

I’m still coming down from my orgasm when Van grabs my hips again, his cock pushing back into me. He thrusts faster than before, his voice hoarse against my skin, and I can tell he’s close.

But I want it in my mouth. I want his taste, his warmth, all of it. I pull back from Bondy and turn toward Van, his cock still hard in my body.

I look up at him, my eyes begging him to come in my mouth. “Please,” I gasp. “Please, Van.”

He swallows hard, but he doesn’t deny me. Instead, he steps back, pulling out of me with a moan, and I take him in my mouth in seconds. I suck hard, my tongue working his length, and he grabs my head, thrusting into me with a groan.

He comes like Bondy did, his cum filling me, hot and salty on my tongue. His thrusts are fast and strong as he finishes, and I swallow greedily, loving the taste of him in my mouth. My lips feel swollen from all the sucking, my jaw sore, but I’m not done. I keep sucking until Van pulls back with a gasp, his cock slipping from my mouth.

And then he falls to the bed beside me, pulling me into him, and I let his warmth envelop me as my pulse finally slows, my body sated and exhausted.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this tired and yet so at peace before. It’s a strange combination, the exhaustion settling into my bones while a warm sense of contentment wraps around me like a cozy blanket. Every part of me feels spent from the new experiences, but in this moment, nestled between Van and Bondy, I feel a deep satisfaction that makes all the chaos worth it.

Van’s arm is draped possessively around me, a constant reminder of his presence and his desire to protect what’s his. I never expected to find myself in such an intimate setting with two people who mean so much to me. It feels surreal, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

I think back to the hesitation I felt earlier, the fear of crossing boundaries I had set for myself. But here I am, breaking free from those constraints, allowing myself to indulge in the unexpected pleasures of tonight. The thrill of it all is intoxicating.

It takes a while to catch our breaths, the stars slowly fading from view. We’re a tangle of limbs and sweat on the bed, but finally, my mind begins to clear.

The three of us stay in silence for a few minutes, the only sound our heavy breathing. I look up and meet Van’s eyes. They’re locked on me, soft and gentle. Something shifts in my chest, something warm and fuzzy. It feels a lot like happiness and belonging.

As I lock eyes with him, I see, behind the jealousy and the teasing, something deeper..Care, concern, and even… love.

“Are you okay?” Van murmurs, his voice low and filled with concern. I turn my head slightly to meet his gaze, and I can see the softness in his eyes, the genuine care he has for me. It makes my heart swell.

“Yeah, just…taking it all in,” I reply, feeling a bit shy under his scrutiny. “This was a lot, but it feels good.”

Bondy shifts beside me, propping himself up on one elbow. “We’re glad you’re letting yourself have some fun, (Y/N). You deserve to let loose a little.” His teasing tone brings a lightness to the conversation, and I can’t help but laugh softly.

“I think I’m finally starting to understand that,” I admit, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.

“So,” I say, glancing between them, “are you satisfied? Did I pass the test?”

Bondy’s wide grin lights up his face, still glistening with sweat. “What do you think?” he asks, his voice filled with teasing disbelief. “That was incredible.”

A wave of relief washes over me, and I can’t help but laugh. “Good,” I reply, my heart still racing.

“But I think Van might actually kill me if we ever do this again,” Bondy adds, a playful edge to his voice as he glances at Van. “So next time I’ll have to turn your offer down if I want to keep my balls intact.”

I turn to Van, a mix of excitement and nerves coursing through me. “You wouldn’t do that, right?” I ask, half-joking but also genuinely curious.

Van shakes his head, a smirk playing on his lips. “Nah, I’m just a little possessive.” His gaze turns serious, and he leans closer. “But just so you know, this is the last night (Y/N) will ever get with someone else. She’s mine now.”

The weight of his words hangs in the air, and I feel a thrill rush through me. I can’t help but smile, the possessiveness somehow igniting a spark of excitement within me.

“Congrats to the lovebirds,” Bondy says, chuckling as he stretches out. “Glad I could be part of this one-time deal.”

I roll my eyes, but my heart swells with warmth. “Thanks, Bondy,” I say, feeling the bond we all share. “You were amazing.”

“Yeah, mate. We appreciate you.” Van says smiling softly to his bandmate. But then he quickly narrows his eyes, a hint of amusement in his expression. “But just remember, Bond, I’ll always be watching, you looked like you had a little too much fun between my lady’s legs.” Van says making the two of us laugh.

“Chill out. I know you mark your territory well.” Bondy grinned, throwing a playful glance at Van. “(Y/N) here is my friend, after all. I know how much she likes you and I just want you two to be happy.”

The three of us smiled as I settled into Van’s arms, feeling his warmth wrap around me like a cozy blanket. Bondy reached over and turned off the lamp, plunging the room into soft darkness.

“Night, night to the newlyweds,” Bondy teased, a grin in his voice. “Fuck as you please, just don’t wake me up.”

I chuckled, playfully swatting at him. “You better not snore, then.”

He laughed and shot back, “Just try not to scream too loud. I’d like to get some sleep tonight.”

Van tightened his hold on me, his breath warm against my hair. “We’ll keep it down,” he promised, a playful smirk on his lips.

I could feel the tension of the night dissolve into a comfortable ease. With both of them nearby, I felt more relaxed than I had in a long time. As Bondy settled into his spot, the atmosphere shifted, and I couldn’t help but smile. This moment felt surreal, but it also felt right.

I turned my head slightly to meet Van’s gaze, feeling a rush of gratitude and warmth. “Thank you for tonight,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you for doing this for me.”

Van smiled down at me, a mixture of affection and amusement in his eyes. “You don’t need to thank me,” he replied, his voice low and reassuring. “I would do anything to have you for my own, even if that means sharing you with Bondy for one night.”

His sincerity made my heart flutter. “Even so, it means a lot,” I admitted, nestling deeper into his embrace. “I didn’t expect to feel so… connected.”

He brushed his fingers lightly along my arm, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “You deserve to feel everything—especially pleasure,” he said, his tone earnest. “But right now? Let’s just rest, okay?You did a lot of work tonight, my girl. I don’t want you tired,” Van murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face. His tone was gentle, but there was a possessiveness underlying his words that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Aren’t you mad at me?” I whisper to Van, remembering what he had said about me and Bondy on the hallway.

He glances at me, his eyes softening for a moment before he replies, “I’m not mad. I just know what I want, and I don’t like to share.”

“Also, I’m not gonna lie,” Van continues, his voice low and rough, “seeing you give in to both of us like that was pretty hot. I can’t be mad at you when I remember how beautiful you look when you cum.”

His hand moves to my chin, lifting my face to meet his eyes. There’s a hunger in them, mixed with something deeper. “But I’m not sharing again okay? Tonight was it.”

I gave him a quick kiss, soft and lingering, feeling the warmth of his lips against mine. “It was. Thank you for it, though.”, I say already pressing my lips to his again, my hands are both tangled on his hair and I don’t ever want to pull away from him.

No one had ever made me feel as wanted as Van did, and knowing I could experience this with the man I loved and one of my closest friends made it even more surreal. It wasn’t just about the physical connection; it was about trust, intimacy, respect and the undeniable chemistry between all of us. In that moment, everything felt right

“Good night, Van,” I whisper, savoring the sweetness of the moment.

His smile widened, eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. “Sweet dreams, my love,” he replied, his voice low and soothing.

With a satisfied sigh, I closed my eyes, ready to embrace whatever the night held, comforted by the presence of the two men I had grown to care for in different ways.

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Rock Sound 25 Icons - Sleep Token Article (Transcript).

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ROCK SOUND 25 ICON

SLEEP TOKEN

WITH A METEORIC RISE UNLIKE ANYTHING THE HEAVY MUSIC WORLD HAS SEEN BEFORE, SLEEP TOKEN HAVE BECOME ONE OF THE BIGGEST SUCCESS STORIES IN MODERN ROCK HISTORY. AS THEY ACCEPT THEIR ROCK SOUND 25 ICON AWARD, WE EXPLORE HOW THEIR GENRE-PUSHING VISION HAS RESONATED WITH FANS ACROSS THE WORLD, WITH SOME OF THE BAND'S FORMER TOURMATES AND SUPERFANS REFLECTING ON THEIR INCREDIBLE JOURNEY.

WORDS

MADDY HOWELL

PHOTOS

ANDY FORD

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LIVE PHOTOS

ADAMROSS WILLIAMS

It took less than seven minutes for the Sleep Token explosion to hit.

Gathering momentum in the UK underground scene with their 2019 debut 'Sundowning' and its 2021 follow-up 'This Place Wil Become Your Tomb', in early 2023 the masked collective set the internet ablaze with 'The Summoning'.

Nonchalantly dropped just 24 hours after the emotionally driven 'Chokehold' arrived, the inferno came out of nowhere for many heavy music fans. The song's gnarly down-tuned guitars and crushing metal riffs resonating deeply, its ominous, poetic lyrics searing with passion, and the voice of the band's masked frontman —Vessel — soaring over its huge, otherworldly chorus. It was the kind of mastery that proved difficult for any metal fan to ignore, but after five minutes, something wholly unexpected happened The riff-laden chaos segueing into a two-minute funk outro, from that moment - the stage was set for a revolution.

Forging their sound whilst remaining insistent on resisting genre classification, Sleep Token had been darting between progressive metal, R&B, and glossy pop with ease since their formation in 2016. Adding new styles and influences into their arsenal at every opportunity, from the second they erupted into the mainstream consciousness their expansive vision was impossible to ignore.

Capturing something elusive, something that had long felt absent from the contemporary heavy music scene, 'The Summoning' defied easy categorisation. Blending sounds in ways that were as unpredictable as they were seamless, the track catapulted the band to viral fame on TikTok. Clips of the song's outro paired with memes, fan art, and incredulous reactions from listeners flooded the app's feed, and within days the band's cult following began to expand rapidly, each new fan clamouring for more information about the mysterious masked group that were suddenly dominating their social media timelines.

"It's pretty crazy when you think about it,"' laughs John Famiglietti, bassist and producer of experimental band HEALTH.

"A lot of this stuff really doesn't have precedent but when TikTok was created, they built the concept of virality into the code. It needed to become the fastest route to virality, and they wanted to destroy YouTube. Sleep Token is the perfect example of that in action, because that song was released in what the music industry calls 'The No Zone'. It had a visualiser of a copyright-free Elden Ring boss, and it was nearly [page break] seven minutes long. That kind of thing just doesn't get big."

What John explains is vital to understanding the magic behind Sleep Token's rise, because simply put - the whole thing is almost impossible to believe. From making their live debut in front of less than 500 fans at London's The Black Heart in the summer of 2017, to dominating the social media algorithms of thousands, their sudden and overwhelming rise is entirely unprecedented.

The release of 2023's Take Me Back To Eden' swiftly followed by a Best UK Artist award win at the Heavy Music Awards and an announcement of a standalone headine show at Wembley Arena, the excitement surging through the scene was palpable — evident as fans scrambled to acquire tickets for the landmark evening. Selling out within ten minutes of going on general sale, Sleep Token were officially an arena-filling rock band.

"It's not often you see that kind of leap anymore," John continues.

"In the span of eight months, Sleep Token went from small clubs to headlining arenas. For me, that's the most exciting part. I can't remember the last time I saw a band do that."

With HEALTH playing alongside them that historic night in London, John recalls the atmosphere vividly. Looking back then, how does he think Sleep Token's stratospheric rise happened?

"They're bringing pop elements in through the language of heavy music, and that's a big part of the appeal," he explains.

"When you're at a Sleep Token show, you can see the kids connecting with that shit and singing along. It's a big show, it's theatrical, and when everyone's singing along…that's where you get the chills. The crowd makes it, and you can see the smiles on people's faces. For a lot of these kids, it's their first concert. If your music can bring new people into this world, that's the most powerful thing possible."

With 'Take Me Back To Eden' landing the band their first ever Top 5 album, as well as becoming the most-streamed metal album on Spotify in 2023, Sleep Token's Wembley Arena ritual served not only as a celebration of a remarkable year — but a declaration of the future of metal.

Asserting that the scene was ready for change, from the moment that Vessel emerged into the stage's central spotlight, all12,500 fans gathered in the room knew that a new era of heavy music was beginning. With striking [column break] nu-metal inspired masks for band members II, III and IV unveiled on Instagram just moments before the band's scheduled stage time, the energy surging through the crowd was nothing short of electric.

A sonic and visual spectacle, from the assaulting intensity of 'Vore' to the raw catharsis of 'Ascensionism' each moment of the show shone with intent. The night blooming into a powerful karaoke session as Vessel suddenly became unable to sing mid-performance, by the time proceedings culminated in a heartfelt rendition of 'Blood Sport", everyone filtering out the doors of Wembley Arena knew they had witnessed something groundbreaking.

A remarkable achievement from a simply remarkable band, to understand how Sleep Token ended up taking their songs to a stage like Wembley, we need to take things back to the beginning.

Debuting the project with 2016 EP 'One' and 2017's 'Two', the groundwork for the world they were about to build was lain. A world filled with technical metal, expansive atmospheres, and an unapologetic commitment to musical experimentation, the band's early releases demonstrated an unusual level of ambition for a fledgling band. Not just blending genres but entirely blurring the lines that segregated them, their metalcore and djent influences bled into lush soundscapes, with emotionally raw vocals and progressive song structures constantly throwing the listener off-guard.

Evading every potential classification, songs like 'Nazareth' and 'Calcutta' felt cinematic yet intimate, drawing from ambient electronica and R&B with a steadfast spirit of eclecticism, yet never feeling disjointed. Carrying a coherent emotional thread — a mood of longing, heartbreak, and spiritual seeking — their vision resonated deeply with a small but passionate group of early fans.

Among those early to hop aboard the Sleep Token train was Holding Absence vocalist Lucas Woodland, who recalls his first encounter with the band.

"The first song I listened to was 'Nazareth', and it just blew my mind," he nods.

"It was just so cool, and to this day, I think that's Sleep Token's greatest strength. It's cool for kids that are just getting into this genre of music, but it's also cool for people like me who listen to bands like Radiohead and Bon Iver. It somehow manages to scratch two very cool but very different itches. Throw that together with vocals that are so out of this world… you' ve got something special. I was shocked to discover how small they were at that point." [page break]

With that, Lucas became one of the band's earliest champions. After discovering them, he immediately shared Sleep Token's music in the Holding Absence group chat, urging his bandmates to check them out.

The Welsh band joining forces with Loathe for a split EP titled 'This ls As One' the two bands were in the process of mapping out a co-headline tour. With shows set to take place in early 2018, they knew they had to find a way to get Sleep Token involved. Picking a local band to join them on each date of their joint UK run, they decided to offer the slot for the two biggest shows — London and Manchester — to the genre-slashing newcomers. Witnessing the earliest iterations of the band's live show, their full vision may not have been realised back then but already something was brewing.

"It was surreal," Lucas nods.

"The first two times I saw them were supporting us on that 2018 tour, and it was early days for them, but there was still this magical element to them. I remember speaking to Vessel after the show, and he was like, 'Sorry can't catch your set, I've got to run off and wash this I paint off'."

"When you look back on that, it's crazy to think that there was a period of time where they painted up, got on stage, played to 50 people, and then quickly ran off to have a shower in a Travelodge," he laughs.

"The third time that I saw them though, they played St Pancras Church to around 120 people. By that point, the vision was realised, and that was the moment where I realised that this was their turf now. Everyone in that room saw what this could be. It was a seated show, and it almost felt like a sermon. For that to be one of your first headline shows, and for it to captivate people in the way that it did..that's crazy."

Looking back on what shift may have occurred between the band he saw onstage that evening and the band Sleep Token have become, Lucas explains.

"When 'The Summoning' came out, barely anything had changed.. everyone else had just woken up to it."

"I honestly believe that the vision of the band, the message, and the sound has been there since day one. It's so cool to think that the band I watched in that church all those years ago and the band that is now playing to tens of thousands of people now is the same band."

The heavy music world had long been craving the kind of shake-up Sleep Token brought. Much of the scene tired of existing in a lull of stagnation as artists began to take [page break] bigger risks with their sound and experiment with fresh influences, a sense of scepticism transformed into intrigue.

Despite a growing longing for something different though, it takes something truly special to bowl in and completely shatter the boundaries of everything that existed before it. With little of the band's core identity changing since its inception, for Sleep Token to achieve such an explosion — the moment had to be right. With the world emerging from a global pandemic and grappling with a growing reliance on social media, Lucas reflects on the circumstances that led the band to greatness.

"It's important to note that every important band ever was in the right place, at the right time to ignite the culture,"" he explains.

"If Slipknot came out today, they wouldn't be the band that they are. If Metallica came out in the 60s they wouldn't have been as successful. Everybody has lived their lives terminally online for so long now. As musicians, for so long we were told that we must engage with our audience, because it's never been so easy to do it. We're told that we should be tweeting every day, we should be posting photos every day, and nothing is sacred anymore."

"You can engage with your fans at any given moment, but we reached a point where that almost plateaued. People are sick of hearing everyone's opinions, and they just want to hear the music. There are music fans who can't remember a world without the internet, and they can't remember a world where anonymity existed. They can't remember a world where mystery exists."

It's understandable then how the band's anonymity and carefully curated lore have forged a large part of their appeal. Whilst they are far from the first band to adopt masks and a hidden identity — with the likes of Slipknot, Ghost, and Hollywood Undead coming before them — Sleep Token's anonymity feels different. With social media making it easier than ever to know everything about a band, the collective have chosen to withhold almost everything, and that has only elevated fan's desperation to unearth more.

In a world obsessed with personal branding, where artists often cultivate parasocial relationships with their fans through constant interaction and engagement, Sleep Token's decision to remain an enigma marks a decidedly different approach to their peers. Their identities remaining closely guarded secrets Vessel- who has spoken just a handful of times in interviews early in the band's [page break] career has built a persona around the idea of serving an ancient deity known only as Sleep.

Carving out a role that feels entirely other-worldly, at the same time, there is something deeply human in Vessel's character, Wracked with emotion, pain, and a desperation to grow, their ability to tap into the deepest, darkest caverns of the human feeling is unrivalled. Their larger-than-life image clashing with the humanity and vulnerability of Vessel's lyrics, whilst fans may not know the identity of the men behind the mask, they can connect deeply with every word he says.

Because of this, the band's anonymity has proved much more than a gimmick, it's become a vital part of the identity that has forged a fanatical community. Stripped of a name and a human visage, Vessel is not a rock star in the traditional sense. He doesn't present himself as a relatable figure or even a person at all — he's an idea. An invitation to immerse yourself in the band's universe, the inability to put a face to the name makes every part of Sleep Token feel universal. Stripping away the distractions of celebrity and ego, it's allowed listeners to project their emotions and interpretations onto the songs like never before.

"They managed to line up this beautiful thread through the needle moment because everyone is so hungry to find out more about them," Lucas nods.

"We live in a world where we know everything about everyone, and they have been able to use that in a backwards sense. They've not only kept hold of the anonymity, but they've embraced it. They've turned II, III and IV into characters, and they're relevant parts of the band and the culture. They've always been important musicians on stage, but I remember being drunk at a house party and seeing the mask reveals on my Instagram feed. It felt like a new character had just been unlocked. It was such a moment."

That feeling of grandiosity is something that Sleep Token have become well-versed in creating. Each fresh reveal feeling monumental, it's elevated their live shows from simple performances to powerful rituals [column break] as though they've been a part of something much bigger.

As Sleep Token's rise has continued, word of their live shows has spread far beyond the UK. Kickstarting a new era after wiping their Instagram in early 2024 — leaving just a bio that read 'Nothing lasts forever' — North America were invited to bear witness to 'The Teeth Of God' tour.

A 21-date run taking place throughout April and May, they were joined by Empire State Bastard for the shows, with both bands playing to packed out venues night after night.

"It was an incredible spectacle to witness each night," guitarist Mike Vennart reflects.

"Their audience is hardcore. The most dedicated and obsessed fans. The best audience a band could hope for, really. Not to ruin the magic, but the lads in the band are wonderful too."

While many bands take years, even decades, to build up a loyal fanbase, Sleep Token have culminated a rabid community of fans in record time. Their collision of influences uniting people from vastly different sonic backgrounds, there are moments that speak to every kind of music fan.

Whether it's the ethereal melodies of 'Alkaline', the crushing heaviness of 'The Offering', or the gutting piano melodies of 'Blood Sport', their refusal to be confined has become their calling card. Retaining a core heaviness whilst pulling from pop, R&B, progressive rock, and jazz, they've spawned a sound that speaks to people from all walks of life, never alienating any one group.

Before they were headlining rooms to thousands of fans Stateside though, one of the first US bands to recognise Sleep Token's potential was Issues. Looking for an opener for their 'Beautiful Oblivion' tour — celebrating their third and final allbum — their booking agent threw Sleep Token's name into the conversation. Having recently begun working with them, he sent over their debut EP, and bassist Skyler Acord felt an immediate connection to their willingness to push boundaries.

"It felt like it came completely out of left field," he recalls.

Everybody who's a fan of Sleep Token knows the feeling of finding them where you're like, 'What the hell am I listening to? Where did this come from? Why does he sound like that? Where are the masks for?' … I went through that whole experience." [page break]

With only a few songs out in the world at that point, a series of internal discussions took place about whether it would be a better move for the band to acquire an opener who was little more well-known However, with Acord recognising the potential Sleep Token had it didn't take long before they were on the bill for their first US tour. Watching the British band play some of their earliest shows, each night Issues felt more and more certain that they'd made the right choice to take a chance on Sleep Token.

"They're doing something really interesting and really different, and rock absolutely needs that," Skyler nods.

"I could tell that they were going to be huge, and I wanted to be the first to take them out. I love giving a leg up to anybody doing something different, because rock is so boring. especially in America. In America, rock is the most conservative popular genre I can think of. If you stray a little too far outside of the norm, you get shut down. However, Sleep Token found a niche. A vacuum that was just dying to be filled."

"As soon as we started playing with them, I could tell that they really wanted it. The crowd would start with confusion, it would slowly develop into intrigue, and by the end of their set it was all they were talking about."

Since forming in 2012, Issues have made it their mission to change the shape of rock's future, and whilst the sound and aesthetics of their respective projects may differ — Skyler recognised a kinship between the two bands. A drive to alter the music world's perception of rock, and a passion to confuse, captivate, and involve fans, he was instantly in awe of the world they were creating.

"Vessel is the creative force behind a lot of the project, and you can tell that he is coming from the perspective of a piano player," he says.

"That was confusing at first because I was like, 'Where are these riffs coming from?' They're cool, they're simple, but they're heavy. That dude is just a sick keyboard player, and any time you hand that type of great musician a guitar, they're going to come up with something that you never would have dreamed of coming up with."

Inviting Vessel to rip piano solo in the middle of the band's 2019 track 'Get It Right" throughout the run, Skyler and his bandmates had no doubt that Sleep Token would go on to accomplish huge things. Admittedly though, they never expected them to get to where they are quite so rapidly. [page break]

"I'm a huge metal fan, and the only bands that really make a diference are the ones doing something different, and doing it well," Skyler nods.

"Every once in a while, there's a band with a lot of hype, and when you check them out, they just sound like everybody else. There's nothing that special about it when you peel back. By removing identity out of the equation and digging into the mystery of it…Sleep Token mastered it. That approach worked for basically all the bands that I love who have mattered. It worked for Ghost, it worked for Black Sabbath, and it worked for all the black metal bands loved when I was in high school."

For Lorna Shore vocalist Will Ramos, Sleep Token's success also represents a turning point for the entire metal genre. A self-proclaimed superfan of the band, he penned an impassioned essay on the band to celebrate them taking home the title of Best British Artist at the 2023 Rock Sound Awards.

In the piece, Will spoke about seeing the band perform for the first time at the Blue Ridge Rock Festival, rushing over to the stage from Lorna Shore's own 'meet and greet' elsewhere on site.

"Ten seconds into running turned around and saw Of Mice & Men's singer, Aaron Pauley, following me. We started running through this huge crowd together, and everybody was so excited I'm not the type of guy to leave a meet and greet early, but I needed to witness that set. It was an act of true love!" He laughs.

"That's where it started to set in how freaking massive Sleep Token were becoming. They're one of the biggest metal bands that I'm aware of right now, and there were so many people watching that set. They refer to their live shows as rituals, their fans are the congregation, and the stage as a place of worship. It's something that could easily seem tacky if a band did it with little consideration for the details, but they're so committed to what they do."

"Even when they post on Instagram after shows, the captions are always like, 'The ritual has been completed in Copenhagen'. They totally absorb themselves in the spiritual aspect, physically, visually, and sonically. It's a brand, and they completely own that brand. They've made it exactly what it is, and they stick to it."

"The whole experience does feel super spiritual, and they don't just give 50 per cent to the theming, it's 100 per cent. People feel the emotion, see the way they embody this ideal, and hear this incredible music — and I think thats why people are so ready to absolve themselves in this spiritual moment. Everybody has a different connection to every song because of the different things [column break] everyone goes through in life, but they get to experience all of that in a place where everybody else is feeling something too."

Speaking on his admiration of their ability to bring new fans into the heavy music world, the frontman is quick to point out that Sleep Token's genre-blurring tendencies have not only broadened their fanbase, but have also breathed new life into the scene.

"For a long time, metal bands have been putting themselves in a box," he explains.

"It's so refreshing to see the evolution of music, and bands like Sleep Token out there bringing in all these different genres. Doing that brings in a whole bunch of different people, which is so important for the metal world. Half of the time, this genre is seen as dying, but then you hear something like this. There are all these people who didn't listen to metal before listening to Sleep Token, and I love that. It feeds into this community, because people who listen to R&B are listening to this band, and they're venturing further into the genre. It's welcoming to a lot of people, which is a beautiful thing."

What Will describes is a feeling that spreads far beyond music. Bringing together music fans from worlds that once would have clashed, Sleep Token's story is the perfect example of how a movement begins.

Embracing our differences and welcoming all into a world devoid of boundaries and specifications, behind the mystery and the lore, Sleep Token have tapped into some of the most vital, vulnerable parts of our human need for connection. Each note speaking to each person in a uniquely different way, their ability to unite has positioned them as one of the most important bands of this generation, and somehow it still feels as though this is just the beginning.

Reaching heights that most bands work for decades to hit, there is simply no other story quite like Sleep Token's. Each release taking a step forward, a deeper dive into their evolving, immersive sound, they continue to push the boundaries of not only what heavy music can be — but what it should be.

An invitation to feel, to come together, and be a part of something, they've given us a front-row seat to one of the most explosive musical phenomena of our time. Swerving all expectations pushed by the industry, their rise has become a reminder of why music matters. Inspiring a new generation of heavy music artists to strive for something bigger, Sleep Token are proof that with enough belief and commitment in a cause, there are truly no limitations on what you can achieve.

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The Hives and Bad Nerves at Kings Theatre

Swedish quintet The Hives returned to New York City for their third headlining gig since 2023 for a performance at Kings Theatre in Brooklyn, NY. They were joined by their tourmates, Bad Nerves, from Essex, UK.

I covered the great show for Impose Magazine and the full gallery is now available on their website here.

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Blake Shelton Drops Cryptic Teaser: What's the 'DL' and 'EAR' All About? - Country Now

Blake Shelton sent his devoted fans into a frenzy on Wednesday morning when he shared what appears to be a tour teaser across his social media platforms. The cryptic clip included a neon sign that reads, “Back To The Honky Tonk Tour.” 

Is The “Ol’ Red” Singer Teasing A 2024 Tour With Dustin Lynch and Emily Ann Roberts?

The caption quoted Shelton’s 2015 chart-topper, “Neon Light” with the text: “There’s a neon light at the end of the tunnel…” It was soundtracked by his massive hit, “God’s Country.”    

Beneath the sign were two smaller signs that read “DL” and “EAR.” Those signs presumably signify Shelton’s tourmates, which could very likely be Dustin Lynch and his former Team Blake The Voice runner-up, Emily Ann Roberts. In fact, both artists quickly responded to Shelton’s cryptic teaser with eyeball emojis, adding even more speculation to the tour announcement. 

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Emily Robb - If I Am Misery Then Give Me Affection

Philly guitarist Emily Robb is back with another slab of unearthly (but also quite earthy somehow) six-string workouts. Robb's sometime tourmate Rosali Middleman recently released a great collection of electric guitar instrumentals under the Edsel Axle moniker and If I Am Misery is a perfect chaser. The pieces here take great pleasure in the simple essentials — pure volume, amp buzz, feedback, raw melodies. Robb is a master at coaxing unusual sounds from her axe, always going in unexpected directions, but still remaining deeply rooted to the source. While this is a solo album, it definitely rocks — like a VU bootleg or a vintage PSF LP. Don't forget to boogie.