#band!au(?)

[ayatotiddies]

🥁- 🎸 Band!Rafe who eats you out so good . . .

Warnings - 18+ MDNI - Pussy Slapping, Oral Sex (Fem Receiving), Praise, Degradation, Fingering, Hook up, No confirmed relationship, Rafe being mean - NOT PROOF READ - That should be all! <3

Moodboard - Here 🎸

A/N - This is my new fixation as of late 😩 I hope you enjoy

It wasn’t Rafe’s fault you looked so delicious?? No- It was yours. The way you licked your lips so pretty at him during his performance… You had it coming! That exact reason is why you were in the bathroom upstairs. Perched up on the sink by his doing. Skirt bunched up at your hips and legs spread- the grip he had on your thighs was deadly.

“Y’gunna be a good girl f’me, right baby?” He questioned to which you nodded. The sweaty blonde only hummed in response. Running his fingers over your soaked folds. He let out a low sigh, his hot breath fanning over your dripping cunt. “You get this wet watching me? Huh? You like being a needy slut that gets off on staring at strangers?” You nodded once more- That wasn’t the response he wanted. Which is why he landed a harsh slap to your pretty pussy. “Yes- Yes- God yes!-“ The grin that formed on his face made you clench around nothing. He was delicious. “That’s more like it babydoll.”

Not long after, he was licking and sucking like a man starved. Pretty moans left your mouth, echoing in the bathroom. His tongue pushing into you, before pulling out. Then one of his hands left your thigh. Two rough and callused fingers prodding at your entrance. It wasn’t long before he was knuckles deep, curling his fingers up. Hitting that spongy spot deep within you. He loved it, the way you clenched on his fingers when you got close. Your orgasm was approaching- and quick. He wasn’t letting up either. Sucking on your clit while his fingers kept up their relentless pace.

“You gonna cum f’me, baby? Do it. Make a mess on my face and fingers” His voice was rough, but his lips were soft, swollen, and glossy. He was rutting against his jeans- he just couldn’t help it! Those pretty moans- the way you tried closing your thighs around his head. Your head thrown back as you approached your orgasm- he could cum.

Your body shivered, legs closed around his head. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you came on his face. He kept up the sucking and fingering while you rode out your orgasm. Then a soft groan was murmured from his lips, along with a curse- causing you to look down. A dark spot on his already dark jeans. The way you giggled- he groaned and gave you a harsh slap to your pussy. Only making you yelp.

“S’not funny. So shuddup.” He grumbled as he rose up from the ground. Pocketing your panties in the process. “Hey!-“ - “Don’t care- don’t wanna hear it. You can get them back if you come to my place once the show is over.” He declared and with that, he wiped his face off, unlocked the door, and walked off back to the basement. Leaving your mouth agape in shock.

You had to go get your panties back! Not to see him of course… just to get your panties, right?.

@annoyingassleo @rafesno1bae @rafecameronsbunny @wearemadeofstardust0 @rafesthroatbaby @mackenzie-maybank

[breathinlove]

band!ellie headcanons and smau

read this

sinopse: ellie williams is the lead singer in a band (+some texts with her). i lost the resquest im so sorry!

cw: nsfw after the texts with warning! swearing, ellie's a changed woman after you, reader works in a record store and ellie's a simp.

part 2

band!ellie who is obviously in a band with dina and jesse.

band!ellie who had cat in the band when they started, but they had massive drama when they broke up. (they're on good terms now tho! trust).

band!ellie who had a phase where her and jesse liked dina the fans call it throuple era

band!ellie who got matching flash tattoos on her very first serious show with dina and jesse.

band!ellie who is kind of a fuckgirl and looooves her fans iykwim.

“just until i find the wife.” that's her lame excuse.

band!ellie who is the type of girl to have groupies and sign their tits.

band!ellie mets you at the fuckass record store where you work.

"is that you?" you gather the courage to ask about what she was buying and she smiles proudly. "it's our debut album." "congrats." you sigh before lifting your head to continue. "i bought one this morning when they came in, thought it looked cool." and she has to ask for your number cause why the hell did that make her heart melt.

band!ellie who just looks like she's never kissed before when you're the one to initiate the first kiss. (:0)

band!ellie who 3 dates in invites you to one of her local shows, having you in the front line (eye contact goes insane...).

band!ellie who makes her thristy fans they bite their tongue when she leans over to you at the edge of the stage. singing to you, fingers on your chin.

band!ellie who soon enough is on tour and texting you less. you try to move on (you're soooo wrong for that because she's just busy and thinking about you).

band!ellie always talking about you to dina and jesse.

“i need to get back to my girl.” she's so delusional too.

band!ellie who is instantly only focused on you, weirdly adding your name in every cover of romantic songs they do at rehearsal.

band!ellie who the first thing she does when she's back is run to the record store.

“how was the tour?” you asked, she's leaning on the counter and you take a step back. she replied with an “i missed you.” and you're not even hesitanting anymore.

band!ellie who wastes no time asking you to be her girlfriend after you cuss her out because she was late to one of your dates (she thinks it's hot asf).

band!ellie who is soooo daddy upstage but you know she wants and NEEDS to be babied.

band!ellie who notices you were upset she had a show your birthday, so she called you on stage and serenaded you as if she was justin bieber… flowers and everything. (she sang “one less lonely girl”)

her fr^

band!ellie who when she's out and fans stop her… she's so sweet and attentive but she wouldn't want to be late to see you

“sorry girls, the wife is waiting i have to go.”

texts with band!ellie

nsfw (cw: cunnilingus [e!receiving], strap on sex [r!receiving]. switch!ellie!!!!).

band!ellie who absolutely loves good luck head when you're backstage.

“baby just needs some encouragement, am i right?” you ask softly between open mouthed kisses on her lower stomach and thighs. she nods. “yes… need your tongue.” she grunts, thrusting her hips. you start licking and kissing her slit and she can't help but grind against your tongue until she cums all over it.

band!ellie who loves it when you ride her strap too, but she has to switch out and completely dick you down… with permission after not touching you for so long.

“please let me fuck that pussy.” she knows you're getting tired, since you didn't even slap her hand when she started rubbing your clit. “come on…” she spits down your clit. “tired, babe?” you nod breathlessly grinding on her lap. she fucks up into you “tell me i can fuck you…” but she's already doing it?? “f-fuck me, ellie.” and now she's grining and holding you flat. “damn, this pussy's split open.” as she bottoms that shit deep in you. she will fuck you stupid.

a/n: this is a lot but i enjoyed doing it... and.... my phone's charged!

[steggymus]

drummer! andrew minyard doodles

[larvamars]

guitarist leon makes me feel things

Band!Au by @eerizon

[sematarygirls]

               MORPHINE ANIMALS.

♯┆"this may just be a vacation for you, cameron, but it's my life," ⏤ in which, rafe cameron joins a pogue band in an attempt to rebel against his father and show him that he does have ambitions, even if they're unconventional, but everything goes awry when he finds himself having to choose between his cushy, luxurious lifestyle and the gritty, raw world of rock n' roll, challenging everything he's ever thought he wanted.

       NAV ! Part Zero. Part One. Part Two.

⠀     ⠀⠀♯┆Track One  ⏤ Rum and Cocaine.ㅤ  ۪ ୧

ᰋ. ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎“ we were born with a taste for trouble, chasing highs that never last, rum in our veins and cocaine in our lungs, we’re living fast, but we’re fading fast ,, ‎‎ ‎ ‎ : ‎‎ ‎ ‎IN WHICH . . . rafe cameron stumbles into the rusty nail with a pair of drum sticks in his back pocket and a determination to prove himself.   ̼ ₊

THE FIRST TIME Rafe walked into The Rusty Nail he knew he didn't belong there. Loud music echoed off the walls, mingling with the sounds of pool balls clacking together and continuous chatter. The bar was dimly lit with a thin layer of smoke, fluorescent colored lights overhead casting a luminous glow over the room and adding to the grungy atmosphere. The establishment was mostly filled with burly, tattooed men who eyed him as he walked by, causing goosebumps to arise on Rafe's tanned skin.

The sticky linoleum floors clung to his designer shoes with each step he took, and the heady scent of stale beer, sweat, and cigarette smoke overwhelmed his senses, making him involuntarily cringe. His eyes darted around the room, landing on each patron briefly before moving on to the next—an overweight man with no hair and a large, bushy mustache at the bar, a tall, thin man behind the counter wiping out glasses with a rag, a redhead with a beard and a blonde with a scar playing pool.

None of these people were who he was looking for, yet all of them were showing a keen interest in him.

He kept his head high and stayed alert, not wanting to show weakness. He kept moving forward, stuffing his hands in his pockets to make sure his wallet stayed safe and sound. He didn't trust Pogues, especially not ones that looked like this.

"Oh, you've got to be shitting me," your voice cut through the noise in the bar, sharp and clear. His gaze immediately snapped in your direction, finding you glaring with a scowl etched onto your features. "Rafe fucking Cameron?"

Rafe's eyes narrowed as he saw you leaning against a graffiti-covered wall toward the farther end of the bar. Your arms were crossed as you regarded him with a look between pure hatred and amusement. How utterly stupid for a rich boy to walk into the lion's den.

He rolled his shoulders back, trying to keep up his confident facade—though he was feeling anything but surrounded by drunk thugs—while he sauntered over to you. "In the flesh," he remarked, yelling slightly to be heard over the music as his lips curled up into a smirk.

Your eyes rolled back effortlessly, as if on instinct. You pushed off the wall, stepping forward toward him. "What the hell are you doing here, Cameron?" You asked harshly, your brows pinched together. Rafe Cameron wouldn't be caught dead on this side of the island, let alone at a Pogue dive like The Rusty Nail.

Rafe’s smirk faltered slightly under your cold stare, but he recovered quickly. He wasn’t about to back down now, not when he had come this far. "Just thought I’d check it out," he shrugged, his tone nonchalant as he looked around casually. "I heard you guys were looking for a drummer."

You scoffed in disbelief, looking at him like he'd grown two heads. "What do you know about drumming?"

Rafe's eyes narrowed. He hated being underestimated. People always expected less from him, and he hated it. It was the whole reason he was going this stupid thing in the first place. "More than you'd think," he shot back, trying to keep his anger in check.

"Yeah, right," you laughed. His jaw tightened at your dismissal, and for a moment, he contemplated walking out and letting his old, cushy life swallow him whole. It would be easier than this, easier than being belittled right to his face, but he couldn't. He had to prove to his dad, to himself, that he could succeed and see something through to completion without giving up when things got hard. He had chosen this path specifically because music reminded him of his mother. She helped him learn how to play the drums.

"I've been playing since I was a kid," he defended, clenching and unclenching his fists at his side to calm him before crossing his arms over his chest. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt, so the action made his muscles strain against the fabric.

You eyed him skeptically before turning to call out to someone over your shoulder. "Jay!" Almost immediately, the dirty blonde emerged from an ajar door that led to another room. His shirt was discarded, his chest covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His hair was tousled, some strands sticking to his forehead.

"Yea—" He paused when his eyes landed on Rafe, his eyebrows furrowing as his blue eyes hardened. "What the hell is he doing here?" He asked you, his gaze not leaving the rich brunette.

"Says he wants to be our new drummer," you snickered, glancing over at JJ. JJ's eyes widened as he looked over at you in disbelief, an objection already forming on his tongue, but then, you two shared a look of understanding, both already convinced that Rafe's performance would be a train wreck and eager to watch it happen.

"Okay," JJ said slowly, turning to Rafe. He grinned, motioning to the old drum set on a slightly elevated platform. The Rusty Nail didn't get much live music, so the owners let Morphine Animals play there for free, so the stage area didn't go to waste. "Show us what you've got."

Rafe let out a small sigh of relief, his legs carrying him toward the stage before his mind could talk him out of it. His hands instinctively reached for the drumsticks in his back pocket. He could feel the eyes of everyone on him, their faces contorted in sneers and grins as they watched, expecting him to fail. He’d spent his whole life trying to be the best, but this felt different. This wasn’t about showing off. This was about him.

He stepped onto the platform, the old wooden stage creaking under his weight and making him tense up as the brief thought of the shitty structure collapsing flashed through his mind. He approached the battered drum set, its cymbals dull and scratched, the bass pedal stiff from years of use. It was a far cry from the pristine, high-end kit he had back home, but when he ran his fingers over the snare, adjusting its position, he felt something familiar settle in his chest.

He sat down on the stool, the cushion worn to the point that he could feel the hardwood underneath. For a moment, everything else faded, and all that remained was him, sitting on that stool with a pair of drumsticks in his hand. His mother's voice echoed in his mind, taking him back to when he was a kid, his feet barely touching the ground as he sat in front of the new drumset he got for Christmas.

"You’ve got it in you, baby," she had told him, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead as he looked up at her with big blue eyes filled with love and childlike wonder that had fizzled out after her death. "Rhythm like that? That’s a gift. Keep playing, okay? Doesn’t matter what your daddy says—music’s a language all on its own. You just have to learn how to speak it."

Rafe twirled the drumsticks between his fingers, the sound of his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Looking out at the bar, he could see JJ watching him with a smug smirk. You had never seen him so nervous, and something about it made you feel good.

He shut his eyes, taking a deep breath and letting the world fade to silence around him. "The world’s full of noise, Rafael, but you’ve got to learn how to drown it out. Focus on the sound that comes from within you. Don't let anyone else tell you that you can't do something."

Taking another steadying breath, Rafe's grip on the drumsticks tightened, letting the familiar feel of the smooth wood around him. He played slowly at first. Letting the beat build with his confidence, ignoring the crowd and focusing on the sound his sticks made against the drums, the music flowing through him like a second heartbeat. The world seemed to slow as his arms moved fluidly as if the drumkit were an extension of himself.

Your smug grin faltered as you watched him play, something so raw and natural about his demeanor. The music was good, great even, but his playing was real, and that was the most important thing to you.

You stood there with your arms crossed, a frown tugging at your lips. This was the same Rafe Cameron that waltzed in here, surrounded by an air of entitlement. The same Rafe Cameron that pranced around Kildare like he owned it, hiding behind his daddy's name and money whenever he did anything wrong. The very same Rafe Cameron who despised Pogues and took every opportunity to belittle them, even though they've done more work in one day than he's done in his whole life.

You would rather shoot up with a dirty needle than allow Rafe Cameron, of all people, to get anywhere near your pride and joy, Morphine Animals, yet as he played, something tugged at you. You looked over at JJ, who looked just as shocked and begrudging as you, his brows pinched and a scowl on his face.

The two of you had been looking for a drummer for the better part of three months with no luck. Everyone who auditioned was either well into their 50s or an amateur, neither of which was worthy. Your last drummer went off to some fancy college on a full academic scholarship. You were happy for her, of course, Stevie had been one of your best friends, but damn if you weren't a little jealous that she made it out and left the band behind.

You shifted uncomfortably on your feet. His skill was undeniable, a natural-born talent in his bones that was impossible to refute, but this was more than just being a good drummer when it came to him. It was the fact that he had everything handed to him. Meanwhile, people like you worked yourselves to the bone for anything more than the dirt underneath your feet.

He didn't have what it took. He would run at the first sign of trouble, the first time his Kook friends caused a stir at the fact that Rafe Cameron was associating with Pogues, and that's what worried you. You couldn't afford to lose another drummer, but you also couldn't afford to have one, especially not so close to the Underground.

Rafe's white t-shirt had dark splotches of sweat, his muscles glistening as he finished playing. His hair, which was once perfectly styled, was now sticking out in all directions. He almost looked like he belonged—almost.

“Well?” Rafe asked, his voice a little rough from the adrenaline as he flashed a lazy smirk, his confidence clearly revived.

“Not bad,” you said, voice flat, your arms still crossed tightly over your chest. "But we’re not a hobby for you to dabble in when it’s convenient, Cameron. This is real." JJ nodded, his jaw clenching like he wanted to curse Rafe out for even thinking they would let him join.

Rafe raised an eyebrow, the smirk never leaving his lips. "I’m not some rich kid with nothing better to do," he said, a slight edge in his tone. "I’ve been serious about this. You think I’m just here for kicks?"

JJ scoffed, shaking his head as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “Oh, here we go,” he muttered. “You seriously think just ‘cause you show up and act all nice, we’re gonna take you in? You’ve done nothing but piss people off around here."

Rafe's gaze hardened, the calmness from before slipping away into a familiar, cold edge. "Are you fucking kidding me? I wasn't just good, I was great, and you know it, Maybank."

JJ’s eyes flickered with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. "Great? You think you’re great?" His voice was thick with sarcasm as he stepped closer to the drum set, his sneakers squeaking on the worn floor. "Newsflash, Cameron, I'm not your daddy. I'm not gonna tell you you're doing a great job when you're nothing but average."

You sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose. Rafe Cameron was great, but JJ would never admit it; both of them were too caught up in their pissing contest to put their pride aside.

You grabbed JJ's arm, tugging him back. "As much as I hate it, he is our best option," you told him lowly, begrudgingly as you shot a glance at Rafe, who was glaring at the pair of you with his arms crossed defiantly.

JJ huffed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he shot one last, heated glare at Rafe. "Yeah, well, that doesn’t mean I gotta like it," he muttered under his breath, but you could see the wheels turning in his head. The tension between the two was thick, but there was an undeniable truth hanging in the air. Rafe Cameron had the skill, even if his presence still grated on every nerve you had.

You bit the inside of your cheek, letting out a long sigh before turning back to Rafe. "You really think you got what it takes?" You asked, quirking a skeptical brow.

"I know I do," he responded arrogantly, grinning in triumph. Your eye twitched, your brain suddenly rethinking this decision entirely. You knew you were going to regret this, but The Underground was swiftly approaching, and you needed to start practicing now if you wanted to be ready to perform.

You swallowed your pride and frustration, giving him a pointed look. "Alright, Cameron. You’re in for the trial. But if you screw this up—"

"I won't," he interrupted, that smug grin still plastered on his face. "Just watch."

You exchanged a glance with JJ, who was still visibly irritated but was already processing the decision. He shot a look at Rafe, sizing him up, and then rolled his eyes, clearly dismayed at your decision, but you were the leader. "Fine. But if you make us regret this, I’m personally going to kick your ass."

"I'd like to see you try," Rafe scoffed, puffing his chest out.

"Oh, yeah? You wanna go right now?" JJ advanced forward before you grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling him back.

"I'll kick both of your asses if you don't knock it off," you rolled your eyes, clearly not thrilled with the idea of having to deal with this during every practice. You looked back at Rafe, swallowing hard. "Listen, we don't have time to waste on your bullshit, so if you're in, there's no bailing on us. You're in it for the long haul."

"Understood," he nodded, his expression turning oddly serious at the mention of not quitting.

You didn’t trust Rafe Cameron, not one bit. But you had to admit, he was good. Too good. And that was going to make this a hell of a lot more complicated than you’d ever imagined.

notes .ᐟ first chapter! not edited bc i'm lazy...

tags .ᐟ   @starkeysprincess / @cometmultiverse / @lovemesailor / @all4l0vee / @kissesfrmriri / @bradshawed / @rafeslittleangel / @bakugouswaif / @fakedhearts / @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 / @piastrify / @kisselxoll / @virgochaos

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[newtsnaturethings]

@vashmerylweek24 day 1 - Earring Exchange/Band AU

they give each other their earrings before a show for good luck :)

[amymbona]

Challengers - the band

Among equally famous Arctic Monkeys or Gorillaz, fans have got nuts over the quickly rising indie band formed in 2006. Challengers consists of three uniquely charismatic members, each one equally as genuine, and yet they all fit together like pieces of puzzle, creating a what fans appreciate as the trio of the decade.

Fitting into the genre of pure english indie, the trio doesn't fear to bounce into the world of rock or deliver a heart-touching ballad, so versatile that it appears unbelievable to many. The critics deem Challengers as an immortal piece of music that will continue to live on and be appreciated decades into the future. Even the thirsty fans seem to agree.

Tashi Duncan

The frontman - in this case the front lady - carries the aesthetic part, providing a gentle caress with each of her smiles, known widely by her fair amount of dark toned lipsticks and pairs of leather pants. As the main vocalist, her voice is heard in most of the songs, and she is essentially the voice of the band.

The gorgeous grace with which she carries herself can hardly he matched, and by many, Tashi is often refered to as the bitch, which takes away from the beauty of her soul. Contrary to a popular belief, Tashi Duncan is a gentle human - a fact supported by all the fans that have met her - as she never misses an opportunity to hug a fan or sign a paper.

A sex symbol, often compared to Amy Winehouse or Fiona Apple, she's often reduced fo a pretty face - much to her fans' disappointment. The talent she possesses is nothing short of a gift, given to her by gods above, and certain female singers have expressed both their jealousy towards and support to the star.

Art Donaldson

Known as the people's sweetheart, the most one could spot of Art Donaldson is the messy mop of his curls peeking from behind the drum set. With often admired set of muscles - which many female fans attempt to grasp once the drummer ventures in public - it's no issue for him to be pounding into the drums and cymbals all night.

His steady beats offer a stable background to all of the band's songs, resembling the rhythm of our heartbeats. But the man who's been named as the best drummer of the current music wave is much more than that.

It's no secret that Art Donaldson does most of the songwriting, providing his fans an insight to his soul, which doesn't resemble the harshness of his clothing style at all. Upon further observation, it's clear that most of the lyrics are centered around love, affection, eroticism and gut-wrenching feelings. This gentle compassion, paired with a cute smile, makes Art the most wholesome face of the genre of indie.

Patrick Zweig

This man is not famous just for his pretty face, though it is the feature he is the most recognized for. With the electric guitar constantly glued to his hands and the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old, Patrick Zweig jumps from one side of the stage to another. Some might say he is a bad influence, supported by the handful amount of evidence of nicotine and alcohol induced behaviour.

Known for his unrealistically swiftly executed guitar riffs, Patrick is the one to transform the ideas into music, as the band itself has mentioned. Most of the early hits were made purely under his supervision, which helped set the initial direction the band would evolve in. Perhaps he is the one we should thank for having Challengers become real.

It was particularly Patrick who stole the hearts of many young ladies, successfully earning himself the title of the womanizer. Multiple women were spotted leaving the Zweig residence over the last few months, wearing evidently less clothing that they entered the luxurious villa in. As the most extroverted and publically followed member, Patrick Zweig might as well be the loudest element of the three-man band.

[pixiedvst333]

im begging for you to make a drummer bakugou based on that "i hate attention" video on tiktok of the girl on his lap

➻ omg i don't know which tiktok u mean i'll be so real, i think i might've found the right one but if i'm wrong i'll rework it ^-^ just lmk!

notes: nsfw themes, 16+, quirkless!au, band!au

context: katsuki bakugo is a drummer in a band, with jirou (singer), kirishima (basist) and kaminari (lead guitarist). y/n is jirou's best friend. masterlist

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katsuki bakugo was always full of surprises. from the great effort he took into spiking his hair, to the deep black eyeliner he smudged on his waterline, it seemed like every week, you found out something new about him. originally, he was simply a hot-headed classmate who sat two rows in front of you, only interested in body-building and heavy music, while you were seemingly distant and dry.

so you were shocked when you found out your best friend, kyoka jirou, was in a band with him. sure, you should've expected it. while his hair remained naturally blonde, he often liked to semi-dye the tips black, while painting his nails and keeping them short. it also shouldn't have surprised you that he was the drummer. from the flexing of his biceps to the therapeutic anger-relief of hitting the drum skins, it was undoubtedly a talent suited for him. and you couldn't deny he looked hot playing them.

the band contained him, jirou, kaminari & kirishima, yet your eyes would only lay on the spikey blonde. he had such an intense stage presence, his crimson eyes hunting the audience like prey as he showed off his strength and aura. it was embarrassing to admit to jirou that not only were you going to her gigs for her, but also for bakugo.

"y/n," jirou muttered, straightening her hair before a gig. she was sat sprawled in front of a dirty mirror, cigarette hanging from her mouth as she looked towards you. you were lying on her bed, scrolling though social media while you waited for the group to start. you were vip, of course. "could you do something for me for the gig?"

"sure, anything for you," you winked, glancing towards her before back at your phone.

"we're performing a song that's kinda trending at the moment. we're wanting to, you know, get seen on instagram, as cringe as it is," she explained, standing up and rolling up her knee-high socks. "but the trend includes someone sitting on the drummer during the solo."

"right," you answered confidently, roughly knowing what trend she meant. "and what are you wanting me to do? find someone who'll do it?"

she went silent, a small, smug grin on her lips as she took a long, drawn out inhale. "no, i want you to do it."

***

and that's exactly how you ended up on stage. albeit in front of around 450 people, you were still on stage. with lights on you. and a man's LAP to stradle.

you'd only agreed after multiple pleas from jirou. apparently the majority of girls they auditioned just didn't get along with bakugo's rough nature and snotty attitude, and considering he felt awkward himself with these women, they'd had to narrow it down to people he knew. and that just happened to be you.

the music was blaring around you, a cover of type o negative being slammed on guitar and getting the crowd wild. it was becoming your time, and you began to dance towards the drummer, who was so entranced by his own performance that he barely saw you coming. heart in your throat but showing off a false confidence, you sultured over, before enthusiastically throwing yourself on top of bakugo. you heard him grunt under his breath, attempting to get comfortable while thrashing the drumset. by this point, he was topless. the heat of the atmosphere and humidity had all four artists hot and bothered. it didn't bother you, however, as you were in awe by his beauty up close.

"sorry," you muttered under your breath, going beat red in the face as you performed a lap dance on him, your hands clasped on his shoulders as you turned your face to the crowd, a sly look on your face as you watched audience members fien jealousy.

"don't be," he answered, his eyes shooting daggers through yours as he stared at you. his hands continued to thrash, fingers brushing against your skin whenever he could. "do i look like i'm complaining, freak?"

you bit your lip as you realised he was into it, a slight hue slithering over the bridge of his nose and cheekbones. it bought you an unimaginable confidence and, being recorded by none other than ashido, you put on a show. bouncing, pretending to kiss him, playing with his hair... anything sultry, and you were doing it. he kept his eyes on you, and you noticed his eyes slip down your top occasionally as he checked you out. sure, maybe you were all he could see, but he was being blatant. and you were sure you could feel movement beneath you...

the cue for you to get off the stage was coming up, however; the song was coming to an end, so they could finish up the set and go for drinks. you'd been told by jirou to do something drastic, something memorable as you left, but considering you and bakugo had performed a softcore lapdance, you weren't sure where to go from there. you looked at him desperately, unsure what to do, and he 'tchd'.

"just follow my lead," he muttered, glaring at jirou before leaning forwards. you followed, your back now against the bass drum and the high toms. your eyes widened as he threw the sticks behind him, roughly took your chin in his hands, and kissed you.

your arms draped around his shoulders, melting into the kiss you'd only dreamed of. he smelled like deep caramel and musk, and his hands scaled up your shirt to feel your skin. he'd made out like kissing you was a chore, when he seemed to be enjoying every moment. you heard jirou scream in delight, saying something stupid to the crowd you didn't fully hear. but once you were let go by the blonde, he rolled his eyes and pulled you off the kit.

"now get the fuck out of my sight," he said loudly, keeping the shit-eating persona up for the audience as he gestured you off the stage. completely stunned from the whole experience, you nodded as you tried to stop your legs from turning to jelly.

"mhm!" you answered, completely unable to make eye-contact with the man. but, even so, you felt him grab your arm. turning, he pulled you to his ear, whispering so the audience couldn't hear. and his words made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

"meet me in the back. twenty minutes."

an. i hope this is ok for u :)

[spro-o]

credit to @smokerswifey for the idea of an NNT band!AU / motivation for me to resurrect my own AU which I made like,,, 2-3 years ago,,

anyways- MELIODAS!! Lead singer and guitarist of the band ‘The Seven Deadly Sins’ :3c

+ a some chibis I made of the gang + Elizabeth and their instruments (possibly subject to change?? might refine their styles a lil more)

personal ramble incoming if you care to read :3 v

1. I have gotten quite the few requests lately, but do trust I will be coming around to those!! It might just take some time since this drawing + getting things ready for my commissions has been taking a while (not even mentioning the fact I have my IB end of year exams approaching :,) it’s desperate out here)

2. I HAVE ACQUIRED THE BABYGIRL HIMSELF!!

It’s so hard to find merch I can get if this fucking idiot, so I jumped the moment I saw his ass in store today. I gotta make a shrine for this bitch,,, he’s messed up my brain too much for me to not do so /pos

[novvabee]

Band!au albums

so... the next part is going to jump ahead in time and all three bands have albums and are touring and yeah i am really excited. but, i wanted to like establish what they would be singing or playing so here are the 'albums' lol.

HUGE shoutout to @notapoetjustscar because she gave me so much inspo and she made a playlist so go listen to that!💗💗anyways...

The Pixies- Heard You Like Magic

Red Wine Supernova (Chappell Roan)

Juno (Sabrina Carpenter)

Pink Pony Club (Chappell Roan)

Bed Chem (Sabrina Carpenter)

Taste (Sabrina Carpenter)

Love Is Embarrassing (Olivia Rodrigo)

Obsessed (Olivia Rodrigo)

HOTTOGO (Chappell Roan)

Lacy (Olivia Rodrigo)

Please Please Please (Sabrina Carpenter)

Logical (Olivia Rodrigo)

Man (quinne)

One of Your Girls (Troye Sivan)

All-American Bitch (Olivia Rodrigo)

so for the girls, I think all of these songs just work lol. I can picture the crowd doing the HOTTOGO dance and its just so cute. I also have it in my head that Lacy was written by Mary or reader because Lily is just so perfect and pretty and have y'all ever had a friend like that? who is just so pretty you hate them? yeah so I feel like the girls would write it about Lily but then change it to Lacy. Also, All-American Bitch, I can see all the girls screaming to and that is just such a funny picture in my head.

The Marauders- The Sun, The Star, And The Moon

Meddle About (Chase Atlantic)

Back to Black (Amy Winehouse)

Only Angel (Harry Styles)

Medicine (Harry Styles)

Baby Said (Maneskin)

Supermodel (Maneskin)

Bourgeoisieses (Conan Gray)

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High (Arctic Monkeys)

Do I Wanna Know (Arctic Monkeys)

The Color Violet (Tory Lanez)

Call Me (Blondie)

Daydreaming (Harry Styles)

All these songsi can just see Sirius and James singing omg. Bourgeoisieses is also so funny cause... they are Sirius and James... and then The Color Violet, i just have a specific piture in my mind of Sirius like wearing sunglasses and walking/dancing around stage. Also Back to Black cause Sirius finds a double meaning in it and it is funny.

The Snakes- Purebloods

I Wanna Be Yours (Arctic Monkeys)

Daddy Issues (The Neighborhood)

A Little Death (The Neighborhood)

Video Games (Lana Del Rey)

Cinnamon Girl(Lana Del Rey)

Softcore (The Neighborhood)

Friends (Chase Atlantic)

She (Harry Styles)

I See Red (Everybody Loves An Outlaw)

Reflections (The Neighborhood)

Family Line (Conan Gray)

Alley Rose (Conan Gray)

So the album name is purebloods lmao... all of these are like angsty and idk they fit Regulus so well and trust me Family Line sung by Regulus, i will cry no joke. also Friends is perfects cause like "all of your friends have been here for too long"... like come on that is obviously about James lmao.

Anyways sorry this isn't really a part of the fic but here is just a little something until I can write the next part 💗 hope you all agree

Taglist 💌: @adharalikethestar @mayuwolfstar @ieatboysalive @maraudereestauderelb @bugg06 @slytherinambitious @cadenceisdelulu @champomiel

[ayatotiddies]

OMG OMG OMG band!rafe overstimulating you after you flirted with another guy at his show

🥁- 🎸 Band!Rafe who is just so mean ;(

Warnings - 18+ MDNI - Porn with little plot, No Established Relationship (But they both act like it), Hair pulling, Name calling (Whore, Dumb Bitch, Babydoll, Mine, Little thing, Angel, Baby, Sweet thing), Degradation, Slight Praise, Spit, Fingering, Sir kink, Slapping, Biting, Oral (Fem Receiving), Overstimulation. - NOT PROOF READ <3

Moodboard - Here 🎸

A/N - I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK!!! I FEAR YOU COOKED!..

You should’ve expected it, it was your fault after all! You wanted to be all cute n’shit and flirt with a guy at Rafe’s show? Nah, that wasn’t how this worked; he wasn’t going to let that slide.

A harsh slap arrived to your face.

“Pay attention, fuck is wrong with you, huh?” He spat and gripped at your scalp. It hurt so bad, but felt so good.. Maybe you needed to flirt with guys more often, but that was just a thought. You wouldn’t dare say it to his face. He looked so delicious in that dirty white wife beater. The sweat on his tan skin, you could see the way his muscles flexed when he pulled your hair.

“You’re such a whore, ya’know that right? Flirting with that dumbass at my show. Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to come find you when I was done. Treat you like the dumb bitch you are?”

He snorted when all he got was a shaky nod on your end. Another tug of your pretty locks, rushing you to stand up. He didn’t care that your mascara was smeared from him making you cry. If anything it turned him on more. You deserved this. So when he dragged you off to a bedroom in this huge house. You didn’t complain. You knew better.

“Speak to me babydoll,” he whispered into the crook of your neck. You were laid so pretty underneath him. His words were the opposite of the foul language he spoke earlier.

“Jus’ want you to pay attention to me, n’ love on me.”

He hummed softly at your soft spoken words. Kissing down your neck and stopping to bite down hard where your neck and shoulder connected. Causing a harsh gasp to leave your throat and that sadistic grin to cover his face. He snickered and kissed the area. Which was red with his bite mark imprinted into your skin.

“You’re mine, ya’know that right?” The question was inevitable.

“I’m yours.”

But your response was heavenly. The blonde man grinned, diving down between your legs. Your legs were spread and shoved upwards. His rough fingers toying with your clothed cunt. Rubbing slow and steady over the wet patch, making you whine.

“Rafe just hurry up!”

“Tsk, such a needy little thing. You want my attention that bad? Don’t worry, I’ll make you regret it.”

And did he keep his word… your panties were torn off of your legs. His fingers making quick work at spreading your folds so he could see your fluttering hole. The scoff that left him was embarrassing, even more so when it was because of how wet you were. He rolled his tongue and seconds later there was a glob of spit sliding down your clit, headed towards your pretty hole.

Rafe hummed to himself, his thumb running over the dripping spit and shoving it into you. A soft gasp leaving your lips when he replaced his thumb with two fingers. One of your legs was thrown over his shoulders, allowing him to kiss up and down your inner thigh. Occasionally leaving bite marks while he thrusted his fingers into you.

“Doing s’good f’me, right angel?”

A grin forming on his face when you moaned out a yes. His teeth grazing your inner thigh.

“Yes what?” His voice was low and gravelly.

“Yes sir!” You rushed out, head thrown back into the pillow. Your pretty fingers tangled in his dark blonde hair.

A soft huff of enjoyment left the man’s lips. But not before your hips bucked up. The soft kisses he was leaving so close to your clit was just too much. Occasionally kissing it when he wasn’t rubbing the bud with his thumb. You just wanted to cum… was that too much to ask for?

“Rafe,” a whining plead left your lips. His pretty blue eyes glaring up at you. “Wanna cum,” you whined, hips bucking up towards his face. His hands roughly pushing them back down.

“You wanna cum that bad?” He teased, watching the tears and watery black mascara run down your face. Loud whines and moans echoing around the room as you nodded. “Mm, don’t worry baby. You will” he confirmed.

Moments later his pretty nose bumped your clit when he dropped his head down. Earning a loud moan from you. He grinned and licked upwards, stopping on your clit, drawing figure eights with his tongue. You couldn’t help but tug on his hair, making him grunt. The gasps and moans that left your lips were heavenly. He didn’t want to stop. Even after your first orgasm approached and you came all over his face.

“That’s my girl.” He murmured into your pretty pussy, lapping up every drop of your cum. Just as you went to sit up, he yanked your legs back down over his shoulders, his fingers were long withdrawn from you. Both of his hands kept a harsh grip on your thighs.

“Rafe- RafeRafe!” Your shouts were relentless but he didn’t let up. Tugging on his scalp was your only option but it didn’t seem to help. Just made him want more. He finally pulled back, giving your clit a second to rest before his thumb found the bud.

“What is it? Hm, sweet thing?” His wet lips kissed up and down your inner thighs. “You wanted my attention, I’m giving it to you.” and before you could speak he went back to lapping at your dripping cunt. Not giving you a break.

Your second orgasm was pulled from you quickly after. And then your third. And then you lost count. All your mushy brain could remember was Rafe letting up when he finally got you to squirt on his face.

He was just giving you the attention you wanted <3 even if that meant you getting overstimulated.

You weren’t done yet either… he still had to get his nut in.

@annoyingassleo @rafesno1bae @rafecameronsbunny @wearemadeofstardust0 @rafesthroatbaby @mackenzie-maybank

[keelsforreals]

refrain 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

kageyama x f!reader

!!! : university!au, band!au, expect ooc, language, unintentional slowburn, mentions of drinking/weed, this list will be updated when the fic does

introductions: yn's groupies moochers

prologue

chapter 1: good

chapter 2: you're goin' to camp rock!

chapter 3: the call

chapter 4: the point pt 1, pt 2

chapter 5: aftermath

chapter 6: it's a...date?

sypnosis: the infamous point to a crowd member at the end of all of yn's concerts wasn't something she ever thought that much of, after all, it was just a joke her friends and bandmates thought would be funny. however this simple move to an unaware and uninformed boy makes both of them question if it really was just a throw away joke this time, or something more. something neither of them expected to come out of this small, crowded gig.

[goddesspharo]

Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me. I know I could have loved you, but you would not let me. [Top Gun: Maverick + The Silver Springs Era]

[larvamars]

my boyfriend's in a band

he plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

[stars-interlude]

Poison!

a/n: I know i said a gorou fic was gonna be next but trust its in progress 🙏🏾🙏🏾 ALSO I PUT MY WHOLE HEART INTO THIS ESPECIALLY THAT TEXTING PART 😵 ALSO TYSMMM FOR THE NOTES ON THE KAZUHA FICC I rlly never thought that my work would reach that many people 😭😭 again tysm!!!

★Pairings: Leadsinger!Xiao x Fem!reader

★tags/warnings: Band!AU NSFW not proofread! smoking weed, high sex

synopsis; After your best friend Hu tao invites you to her bands concert for the first time you see her members and u see the lead singer afterwards your talking to Hu tao and he comes up to you and invites you to his place..

[💿] now playing-

You open your eyes to see the ceiling of your dimly lit room. you sluggishly reach for your phone to see a notification from “Hu tao 🥁‼️‼️” it was something about going to a concert “i’m way too tired for this..” you mumbled. You put down your phone just to hear a knock at your door. you get up to see who it was and speak of the devil it was the one and only Hu tao “Hii.. you look like a mess if i’ve ever seen one” “Hello, how are you would’ve been just a bit better” you interject “Anyway did you see my text? It was about my bands concert.” you recall seeing her text but not really processing it “uh yea I saw it” “ well you’re coming right why aren’t you trying to plan an outfit its only in a few hours?” Your eyes widen hours you literally just woke up “hours? i got up a few minutes ago” “it’s 6pm…” Hu tao says as she walks in uninvited “i had a lot of things to do last night” you argued as you followed her. Hu tao gets to your bedroom at starts going through your closet throwing out things she thought fit the theme tonight. “no way this dress will look great on you” she says as she holds up a dark red dress. “Not bad ‘Tao I’ll wear it.”

When you get to the place where the “small concert” was you see a lot of people around your friend’s band while they played. As you squeezed though the crowd to get a better look you can see all the members which you’ve been introduced to some but you see the lead singer and surprisingly he’s really attractive, as your looking he looks back at you and of course you can feel your face getting hot and he makes it no better with that smirk on his face. For the rest of the few songs they played you avoided eye contact with him and just took photos and videos of the band to show to Hu tao later

Just as most people were leaving you see Hu tao running up to you “Hi, how did we do?!” “You guys did great you wanna see the photos I took while you guys played?” You can basically see the stars pop in her eyes “Of course I do, you know who you’re talking to right???” you pull out your phone to show her “we all look soo cool but why didn’t you take any pictures of Xiao?” “who’s Xiao?” you respond you’ve heard many things about Xiao but there was no way he was the lead singer “what photos of me..” you and Hu tao turn around to see just the slightly taller male.

"Hey, look who it is the man himself Xiao" Hu tao announced to you. Xiao smirked “Hey.. you’re that girl I saw when i was on stage. No photos of me? hm” He said as he moved closer to your face “uh well sorry you just weren’t my main focus” you shrugged “you were definitely mine..” Xiao muttered to himself “well here” Xiao says as he hands you a small piece of paper. Then he walked away “What’s that?” Hu tao questions “I don’t even know lemme look” you opened the paper to see a phone number with an address, you felt your face get hot “it’s nothing, nothing you need to worry about” you quickly slipped it into the pocket of a jacket you wore with the dress and you started to walk out with Hu tao

“you better not hook up with him..” Hu tao looks at you “who said I was?” you replied back “I’m just looking out for you” she says as she drops you off at your place “good night ‘Tao” you say as you open and walk into your apartment

As you walk in your place you think about what she said “not to hook up with Xiao..” you pull out your phone and begin to text him

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11:37 PM

[name] - Hey it’s Hu tao’s friend from the concert

Xiao- Well u coming to my place?

[name] - i’ll be there in a few

Xiao- kk see u

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You couldn’t believe what you were getting your self into but before you could process it you were already out the door. When you finally get to his place you knocked on his door and when he opened it the smell of weed made your head go blank “heyy I didn’t think you’d actually come” Xiao said fumbling on his words. You got to his room and sat on his bed his room was surprisingly clean you thought as you saw Xiao pull something out of a jar that was in a box. It was a blunt he lit it and took a long drag “you don’t mind do you?” he looked at you “no not really..” “come here cute thing” He said as he patted his thigh implying that he wanted you to sit there. You walked over and sat

He started to kiss your neck leaving marks all over until he got to your lips “you wanna take a drag?” before he could say anything else you took the blunt and took said drag afterwards you started to cough “slow down cutie little by little” Xiao said as he finally kissed your lips. He pulled away and picked you up blunt in mouth and put you on his bed you took the blunt and took another puff and you sat up to kiss Xiao as you two kissed you could feel his hands unzipping the dress you had on. when you pulled away there was a line of spit still connecting the two of you “Xiao.. can we do it now?” He looked at you and chuckled “do what? use your words” you whined it was embarrassing asking someone for sex “fuck me Xiao..” Xiao smiled and gave you a peck on the lips just before he put out the blunt that the two of you were smoking “poor baby so needy” the two of you started to get undressed and Xiao kissed up and down your body when he got to your chest he pinched and pulled your nipples

When he felt like he’s teased you enough he took his cock out and started rubbing it against you folds “oh fuck..” He hissed in pleasure and then he suddenly thrusted in “ngh~ more please” after you said that he went faster and way deeper than you’ve expected from a guy in a band. The room full of the smell of weed and sex had you going crazy “Xiao gonna cum..” you basically squealed. your back arched off the bed it felt like you were gonna pass out then Xiao leaned down and whispered “that’s all you got, there’s a lot more to cum come”

you could tell that this will be a long night..

extra:

when you woke up after Xiao fucked your brains out you got a bunch of text from Hu tao about where you were and you knew that it would be hard to explain it to her..

a/n pt2: xiao seems a lot bolder than i expected to write him.. well I hope you guys enjoyed that it took mad long to write 😭😭

[ninjagozanefan14]

Band AU! Ivor concept Former member of the legendary rock band "The Order of The Stone"