#dream band au

[zu-is-here]

Little Phantom Papyrus (*´꒳`*)♡

[venesins]

BOOM I’m on a roll >:)

Really enjoyed picking out a color pallete for him that strays from pastels!

[ohposhers]

guys new troll twins au update, they eat him

[equestriagirl16]

Gawd I’ve been meaning to post this for 10 years now-

@zeddyzi 🖤🖤🖤

[neochan]

RULE BREAKER (M)

PAIRING: rockstar!mark lee & fem!reader

GENRE: rockstar au! band au! pwop

SUMMARY: another city, another girl, another broken rule.

WC: 3.3k

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol & drugs, cursing, explicit sexual content, fingering, pretty tame smut ngl, spanking, choking, hair pulling

NOTE: this was just to get me back in the groove of smut writing since it's been a couple months. this is also a submission for @nctpromptmeme . this is prompt 1 of this list!

mark lee knows it’s against the rules to take a fan backstage.

it’s not the venues rules. staff members barely spare a glance when he tangles his fingers in yours and pulls you down the nearly abandoned hallways just left of the stage. he doesn’t get a second look from a wandering sound engineer when he escorts you through the jungle of metal rails supporting the stage from beneath. and no one bats an eye when he slips past security to an empty green room nearing the back of the building.

it’s not his own personal rule either. mark has done this plenty of times; choosing someone within the first few rows at his concert, playing up the eye contact, having a security guard slip them a note telling them to wait up after the concert — and it almost never fails. after the band bids goodnight, and fans filter out on the street, mark hops back on stage to greet his lucky winner.

and they’re always there, eyes aglow with excitement and shock when they realize that yes, this was real. mark lee wants them for the night. leader of pop punk band parasocial wants to meet…y/n.

the taste of your name rolls off his tongue so beautifully, so intoxicatingly, he has to repeat it a few more times once the green room door is locked and the curtains are drawn — not too loudly though.

because while it might not be the venues rules, and it certainly isn’t his own, he promised his band mates this couldn’t happen. he swore up and down they wouldn’t become those kinds of rockstars. everyone knows the type — scandal starters, excessive partiers, seen with a bottle of alcohol or tightly wrapped blunt in hand, escorting fans backstage at every show to....well, to do exactly what he was doing right now.

but mark isn't stupid, so he hides it from his bandmates; despite them breaking the rules so brazenly. jaemin stacks up scandals like spare drum sticks, jeno gets off on the attention & fame, renjun self medicates with alcohol, and haechan couldn't be labeled as anything other than a junkie. but he can't be like that, because mark is the leader. the one that has to walk a straight line — at least in public.

so when he's finally locked away in private with his lucky hit, he let's go. there's no need to be an upstanding, careful leader — he can shake off the tension, relax his shoulders, and focus on what's right in front of him.

which, at the moment, just so happened to be you.

"you're gorgeous, you know that?" a tender hand tucks stray strands of hair behind your ear, "couldn't keep my eyes off you tonight."

you can't believe mark lee is right in front of you, touching you, praising you. it's every fantasy you've had of him rolled into one. so when his hands wash over your top, fitting themselves so perfectly on your waist, you giggle and take a little step forward. his body is warm, and he smells smoky with a tinge of bourbon, but what's catching you off guard is how much prettier he is up close. eyeliner is smudged underneath his lashes, and there's blue hair dye running down the side of his neck, on par with rivulets of sweat. the metal bar through his eyebrow is real, and when he flicks his tongue out to lick at his lips, you find a matching tongue piercing.

he loves this.

the wide eyes, taking him all in. the giddiness. the oh my god mark lee is touching me; and while he might not get off on it as much as jeno, he can't help the feeling rushing straight to his cock.

after a few beats of becoming completely starstruck by him, you respond, clasping tightly onto the front of his shirt, "i mean i'm not all that special, but you...." a blush warms your cheeks, "you're out of this world."

it's a reference to one of the songs he sang tonight, so he let's out a forced chuckle and mumbles the rest of the line, "if galileo could see you, he would fall to his knees." he catches himself by surprise when he slowly sinks down onto the floor, the cold tile seeping through the rips in his jeans. his fist curls around the waistband of your skirt, eyes raking your figure. hunger clouds his eyes, but you don't care.

you want this.

he almost thinks you're backing out when you clamp a hand around his arm, but then you say something that makes his head spin on it's shoulders, "you don't have to be gentle...."

it's the desire in your eye, the same glint that matches his own, that permisses him to yank the flimsy skirt down around your ankles, nearly throwing you off balance in the process. "pretty girl wants it rough, huh?" mark pulls himself back up to his feet, one hand winding through your hair, the other knocking your thighs apart, "don't worry, i'll make you scream." his fingers open you up, just the tips of them pushing into you. already you're stretched on your tip toes, trying to run from the warming sensation below your navel. but mark catches this and gives a harsh tug on the roots of your hair, "feet down."

you're basically sinking down on his fingers when you settle on the balls of your feet, the stretch welcoming yet too intense for your body, "f-fuck." you curse.

"baby," he coos, "if you're drooling over two fingers, i don't think you'll be able to take my cock."

"i can, i promise." you mumble, face burning with embarrassment. not because you were under the rough hand of your favorite singer, not because he was teasing you about how tight you were, but because he was peering so fucking deep into your eyes, like he was searching for your soul.

"oh she promises," he mocks, pushing his fingers deeper. he can feel your walls fluttering around his digits; pulsing when they curl and brush the sweet spot he knows all too well.

you're out of breath, eyelids drooping with the weight of having to keep them open, "s-stop toying with me." you plead, nails raking the arm that's holding your body against the cinder block walls.

theres no snarky comment that follows. instead, he leans forward and captures your trembling lips with his own, and you see stars. it's exactly like you imagined it be — feverish, rough and demanding, exhausting every bit of willpower from you. his tongue swipes at your bottom lip, and his piercing clacks against your teeth, forcing a shiver down your spine. he smirks, that much you register, before bullying his tongue into your mouth, the hand between your legs matching.

too many sensations cloud your head — his hot tongue swirling around your own, forcing you to open up and taste each other, the metal ball on his tongue sticking against your teeth, and his fingers culling you into a head high. your eyes drift shut and you push your hips into his hands, all but grinding down.

mark lee might not have been a guitarist, but he sure did know how to use those hands of his. he sets back and licks his lips, letting out a shaky breath. the wet heat of you was drawing him in; he eases two fingers back inside until his knuckles pressed against your folds, and you sighed his name again. he was hard and aching now; listening to the soft pants that fell heavy as he thrust his fingers in and out. the hand that was threaded through your hair finds home on the sides of your throat, squeezing just enough to get your eyes fluttering open.

"whaddya doing sweetheart? sleeping?" he teases, his voice a drawn out purr in the quiet room, "i can't be that boring now, can i?"

when you try to shake your head no, this was far from boring, you find yourself stuck in his grip.

"maybe you want my cock instead?" marks eyes go soft, melting with the way you try to squeak out a response, "what was that?"

"p-please," you cry out hoarsely, his fingers finding that sweet spot again — but, only for the last time. just as fast as he was in you, he was pulling out.

"look at how wet you were for me," he groans, showing off your arousal that dripped from his fingers. he doesn't hesitate when he sticks them both between his lips, the most vulgar sound emanating from his throat, "you taste good as fuck."

warmth returns to your face at his remark, and it's only then that you realize your state. he was still covered head to toe in his stage outfit; metal chains and dark black alt pieces of clothing hung off his body, but you....you only had your top on. from the waist down, you were completely exposed.

mark seems to realize this too. "take this off for me?" he asks, fingering the strap of your top. "don't worry, i'll do the same." the grin you'd seen splashed across magazines and album covers lights up his face when you do as he asked. and true to his word, his shirt was on the ground in a matter of seconds - right next to yours. dark spills of ink swirl up and around his torso, nearly becoming a second shirt, but you see the muscles. the abs everyone goes crazy for, and with a tentative hand, you reach out to touch them.

"aw, don't be shy baby, i won't bite." he grabs your wrist and makes contact for you. another wave of arousal rushes down your spine when the hard lines of his stomach flex in response to your graze. "you like that, huh?" furiously nodding your head, he chuckles,

"alright, let me give you what you want," he says it like his cock wasn't nearly bursting from his pants, swiftly aching at the mere thought of sinking into you. his gaze darts from yours to the couch to the wall to the table shoved in the corner of the room. where did he want to fuck tonight... "come here," his hand tugs you away from the cinder block walls, over to the soft looking leather couch, "let me see you bend that pretty body over...." he purrs, a wide sweeping gesture to indicate that he knew exactly how he wanted you.

face down, ass up...wasn't that the saying?

and you don't mind, gleefully shimmying across the arm of the couch, cold leather nipping at your skin.

"fuck, man...look at you," you can't see him, but you bet his gaze is hungry again, soft, but visibly desperate, "you really are out of this world."

a chuckle passes your lips at the joke, and for a fleeting second you wonder if you weren't the first girl to hear the phrase. but the thought is swept clean from your mind once you hear his pants slipping on the ground, his metal pocket chains scraping the linoleum.

"stop taking your time and fuck me."

he cocks his head to the side...did he just hear that right? a harsh smack lands on your ass cheek, the throbbing, searing pain causing you to lurch forward and cry out. marks hand rubs over the spot immediately, trying to soothe the sting.

"now come on baby, i just need you to be patient with me." you mewl out an incoherent acknowledgment. "here," he grins, "is this what you want?"

a gasp is pulled from your chest at the feeling of him dragging the head of his cock between your folds. "mark please, fuck." slowly, he pushes into you. one hand guides himself, the other is lazily wrapped around your hip. but you can't even think of that right now, because he was filling you to the brim. you've never felt this type of stretch before. it was mind-numbingly delicious,"you're so big."

both of you share a shuddered breath of air when he pulls out and pushes back into you, "damn." he swats at your ass again, this time not bothering to rub his hand over the sting, "you just keep getting tighter...."

his eyes flutter close for a second, lost in the wet heat of you. he's never felt this before — the mutuality of getting off. every other time it's felt forced from the other end; the overdramatic moans were always a turn off but you... you take it like it's real. like it's truly the best cock you'd ever sat on.

mark loves that the most.

"feel good?" the question is drawn out, too focused on keeping his pace even and sharp so that you wouldn't go face first into the couch cushions. you babble out some sort of response that mark can't quiet understand, "words baby..use your words."

"so f-fucking good," you choke on a gasp, "oh god, please don't stop." each word feels like it's ripped from your throat as mark works behind you, thrusting so deep you're left on your tiptoes again.

mark lets out a dark chuckle, fingers digging into your side so he can keep leverage, "be careful what you pray for baby, the devil might hear." it's another musical reference, one that you catch immediately, but you're too cock drunk to form a coherent thought much less a sentence. he feels the way your pussy clenches at his words though, "you liked that, hm?"

you shake your head, arms stretching out in front of you to keep yourself from slipping further down the arm of the couch before a squeal is wrenched from your throat. "you're so deep!"

before he can tease you about going deeper, a loud buzzing sound goes off on the coffee table next to you. it's his phone, lit up with someones caller ID. your eyes are glazed over and blurry, too unfocused to see who the hell was interrupting this. but it didn't matter, because mark ignores it and keeps fucking into you — a little more enthusiastic than before. his fingers still dig into your waist, yet this time, they pull you back to meet his cock. essentially you were bouncing on him without having to do most of the work, "look at that ass bounce."

the buzzing finally stops, replaced with another harsh smack to your ass. you cry out in pain, quickly drowned out by a moan as mark swivels his hips so that he was hitting your sweet spot. white hot pleasure courses through your entire body, and you all but thrash against the leather. "almost there, fuck, keep going. gonna c-cum."

the words are like music to his ears. "just a little longer," mark typically had great stamina, but after the performance tonight, and the way your pussy was sucking him in right now, his willpower was melting away. he was edging himself within your walls at this very second. he needed release. "you're so fucking wet, i can't... oh fuck." his phone starts buzzing again, and this time he glances at the name flashing across the screen and groans, "be quiet okay baby? i need to take this."

furiously, mark jabs the green button on the screen of his phone, "what do you want." through gritted teeth, he keeps his pace, thrusting into your warm cunt. it's difficult, but you manage to stuff your fist in your mouth and bite down, stifling any sound that threatened to come out. hot electricity was still running through every nerve in your body, but as mark mindlessly slows to concentrate on not moaning into the phones receiver, it slowly dwindles.

"i'm..." he glances down at the way your waist curved in, the jiggle of your ass when his hips met yours, "i'm outside. why."

you can't hear who's on the other end of the line. maybe it was his manager, or another member of the band. the only thing you knew for certain was they wanted to know where the fuck he was at.

"don't you dare talk sideways to me." the warning in his voice nearly makes you moan out loud. this side of mark lee was something to marvel at. but you don't. you just push your hips backwards onto him.

a breath of air rushes past his lips, "shit." he mumbles.

"i wasn't-" he grits his teeth, "i wasn't cursing at you......because i dropped my cig on the ground, i don't know jaemin."

ah so it was na jaemin - drummer of parasocial. hot head. scandal starter. covered in more ink than you thought possible.

"okay..." mark sighs, his pace slowing, "okay, i'm coming....yeah whatever." he presses the end call button on the screen and tosses the phone on to the couch in front of you.

"baby..." he warns, now lazily fucking you, "i gotta go..."

"why?" you whine, hips pushing back against him in an attempt to get his pace started again. you so desperately wanted him to keep bullying his cock into you.

"they said the vans packed up... if i don't go now, they're gonna leave me behind." he pulls out and helps you flip over to face him, hands instinctively come up to cover your chest, "i'm sorry," he breathes.

"it's okay."

maybe you didn't get to orgasm, but mark lee between your thighs was enough of a treat. as long as he felt good, it didn't matter. so it doesn't irk you when he says, "i'm sorry this couldn't be more..i'm worn out from the show, and...." his voice trails off into a sheepish shrug, his wrist flicking towards his phone.

"i know." it wasn't your job to reassure him, but you knew what this was. what his life entailed, even if it was from an outsiders perspective.

mark sighs, settling back against the couch while he watches you hurriedly throw your clothes on. there's something different about you.

"i can walk you to your car if you want," he offered, his voice tinged with a mix of earnestness and hesitation. he knew he couldn't, not really. the risk of being seen outside the venue with a fan was far too great — jaemin learned that the hard way. but still, there was something about your presence, something that made him want to break the rules just a bit more.

you responded with a wry smile, "nah, i'm good. appreciate it though."

he returned the smile, though a hint of disappointment flickered across his features, swiftly masked by indifference. "alright then, take care."

as you turned to walk away, his gaze lingered, a mixture of longing and apprehension in his eyes. the echo of the performance still reverberated in the air, and the cacophony of the crowd faded into the background. the isolation that often accompanied the applause and adoration settled around him—a sense of detachment despite the proximity to his admirers; to you.

"hey, wait up!" his voice rings out, more desperate than he intends. you stop and turn back to him, a questioning look on your face. "here." he thrusts a piece of paper into your hand, his fingers brushing yours for a moment. in messy scrawl, a ten-digit number is scratched across the paper. he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, the stage persona melting away to reveal the vulnerability underneath. "call me when you get where you're headed."

you take the paper, feeling surprise and curiosity bloom in your chest. "sure, i will." a smirk tugs at the corners of your lips as you tuck the slip of paper into the pocket of your skirt, a secret kept close to your heart. "have a good night, rockstar."

his eyes meet yours, a silent exchange that speaks volumes. in that moment, no other words are needed to understand that this is a fleeting connection, a chapter in a story that will continue for him in different cities, with different faces. another show, another night, another girl.

another fake number.

A. NOTE: this can be read as a standalone, but it is also part of a bigger series i've yet to release. so if you like this one shot, please let me know! you can send in an ask, or comment, reblog, or like <3

TAGLIST: @peachjaem00 @mrkis @downtonbabyah @vangoes @cutiepeas @yujuvly @nuttie-nv-blog @seuomo @mrkleelvr @kazuhateez @chardonnayyyy @hyuckiegirlfriend @jwijii @meowniee @leep0ems @hibye02 @girlwholoveslpreppyattire

[clarissasbakery]

team sharp, the sickest girl band on the market

[andystweets]

im invested @hey-hey-j :p

arcane make me do this...

[roniisghost]

I realized I never posted this, so, in honor of @caffe1ne 's animatic of my babies I present: my half assed Band!AU Dream design

Haven't been able to draw much lately and definitly don't feel as confident anymore but those depressed gays have been living in my brain rent free and I need to expell them

Maybe I'll get around to making a full post with their entire lore at some point, maybe I'll even post a tiny fic, who knows it depends on how much my school wants to fuck me over

[caffe1ne]

i made a tinyyy animatic!! my first time :D enjoy :D

the song is called Yarım Kalan by Batuhan Kordel (turkish)

its the DNF band AU of my bestie @roniisghost love u pookie <3 shes awesome sauce i love to listen to her yap <33

under the cut is the traditional art version (if you notice an extra scene in there thats not in the animatic, shhh i did not accidentally lose a shot, nope)

[zu-is-here]

<– • –>

[orange-artblog]

O.M.G. THEY‘RE ON THE SAME COVER ART???? AND THEY‘RE MATCHING??? This MUST mean the next album will feature both bands guys TRUST—

close up/no colouring versions :p

sneak peak:

The very obviously disguised as Interviewer-Paparazzi comes closer and closer towards him, „Please, just one question!“ Dream rolls his eye „I‘m not supposed to speak with strangers… But alright! I‘ll bite! What‘s your question?“ the ‚interviewer‘ gets out a notepad and pen, the moment dragging on into annoyingly endless territory, then comes the question; „Do you have a father?“ The room goes quiet is an understatement.

Rock band + Rock Band!Killer by @zu-is-here

Rock band Dream (idea? + partially design) by @help-im-a-gay-fish

art and other details/changes on designs by me!

[mikashisus]

"please believe you'll be a dream catcher"

summary: traveling the world with your rock band was a dream come true after the intense work of releasing an album. however, when tensions begin to rise between you and xiao, the band is at risk of falling apart— and it certainly doesn’t help when kuni makes the situation worse by confessing his feelings.

pairing: xiao x fem!reader x scaramouche

content warnings: drinking, nsfw comments, very brief mentions of sex (nothing too descriptive)

other disclaimers: MDNI. smau, band au, polyamorous relationships. all pictures used are placeholders only and are not meant to dictate the mc’s race or appearance.

✧ — profiles ;

the dreamchasers ; the court jesters ; solaar

ACT ONE. dream catcher

01. art career

02. incorrect buzzer noise

03. discreet

04. on tour

05. that look

06. snake bites

07. dream catcher

08. new album

09. moving in

10. new beginnings

ACT TWO. for you forever

11. new year, new kiss

12. drumsticks

13. erm… what?

14. tensions high

15. ffs

16. MAYDAY MAYDAY

17. navia the mediator

18. talk

19. angrily drumming

20. tba

ACT THREE. forever stuck in our youth

21. tba

22. tba

23. tba

24. tba

25. tba

26. tba

27. tba

28. tba

29. tba

30. tba

notes: all headers made by me. all pfps and headers for the official band accs also made by me (except for court jesters pfp). this was originally just a xiao fic, which is why only xiao is on the header and the color scheme relates to his. i got lazy and didnt feel like changing it to add scara too so that’s why he’s not there 🫠 if u’d like to join my discord server to chat and hangout, u can do so here!

taglist — open ; @kunikuzushis-darling @one-and-only-tay @ukinya @mechanicalbeat1 @sakurapeach @bbladie @satforsatoru @ghost-0rch1d

© 2024 mikashisus. do not plagiarize, copy, repost, feed to ai, or translate my works to any other platforms.

[hnwd]

D29 Based on the one-shot Sparrow Song; for Dream, Nightmare traveled across the country to get his younger brother out of the gilded cage he was in 🕊️

Explanation side story ⬇️

In Sparrow Song, Nightmare's corruption is explained by an excess of magic in her soul, on the other hand, Dream was born with too little magic in his soul. This is due to the development of the twins, Nightmare's fetus absorbing too many nutrients taking on Dream.

The twins were born into a rich and conservative home. Dream's very fragile health due to his lack of magic means that he has little immune defense and bones that are less solid than an average skeleton. He spent his childhood in a room specially designed for him, in a real golden cage from which he was not allowed to interact with anyone except his family. And this is in rare cases.

Nightmare has always had a rebellious spirit, inflamed by the fact that his parents accused him head-on of causing Dream's state. They were not treated fairly from one excess to the next, but that did not prevent them from fighting to stay so close to each other

As a teenager, with the development of hormones, Dream had to stay in bed, and Nightmare could bear his life less and less, in the end, in a conversation in the middle of the night, Dream convinced Nightmare to go live his life for both of them. A heartbreaking moment, but one that allowed Nightmare to develop his wings.

They kept in touch discreetly thanks to a few staff members, Nightmare taking a keychain from Dream at each new location to share his travels with him.

At the end of Sparrow Song, Nightmare arrives at the last moment because he has crossed the entire country to pick up Dream and take her with him, for them it is the beginning of a new story, they will have great difficulties when the disappearance of Dream will be discovered, the unspoken of their relationship, and the fragile health of the youngest, But it promises a well-deserved new life for both

[designtheendless]

🤟

[lisa972kdlz]

Puny God :

(Piètre Dieu)

«You really think you can impress me with what you have to oppose ?»

«A bunch of brats...»

«A brother who has lost his sparkle...»

«The shadow of myself...»

«...And a little whore.»

English (translated with Deepl) :

Drawing and inking done by me, and the gorgeous, professional and transcendent colors are by @aeryth-lc (she's talented my girl isn'it? She's talented (☆▽☆) !)

This is an extract from an as yet unwritten story about her Multiverse Manzanoverse ! Or rather, a Multiverse crossover, as Corrupted Nightmare (Kerosene to you and me) and Merciless are not part of it.

We've gone to such lengths for this single extract because it means so much to an Undertale and AU's fan, and to a Killer fan.

It was a real PLEASURE to draw him kicking Nightmare' ass !

Underverse has given our favorite characters moments to shine, to encourage us to respect them in the Fanbase. Thanks to it, Blue and Dream are more badass, Cross has been able to break free...

But there was nothing it could do for Killer for now 😭

How many times have I seen depictions of him as stupid, masochistic, sexually and literaly submissive?

I usually don't ask for reblogs, but please, we have to make Killer rebel, this character has the right to evolve 🙏 at least make your own fanarts, let's create a wave with a hashtag like #freekillersans for exemple !

In any case, here and now, it's his finest hour ✨ let's be happy for him

(aaaand if you could correct it in English to help me improve that would be great too, thank you very much 👍!)

Français :

Dessin et encrage fait par moi, et les magnifiques, professionnelles et transcendantes couleurs sont de @aeryth-lc (hein qu'elle est douée ma copine ? hein qu'elle est douée (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠) ?)

Il s'agit d'un extrait d'une histoire pas encore écrite concernant son Multivers Manzanoverse (ou plutôt un croisement de Multivers car Nightmare corrompu (Kérosène pour les intimes) et Merciless n'en font pas partie) !

Si on s'est donné tant de mal pour ce simple extrait, c'est qu'il représente énormément pour un fan d'Undertale et AU's et un fan de Killer.

C'était un véritable PLAISIR de le dessiner en train de botter le cul de Nightmare !

Underverse a offert à nos personnages préférés des moments où ils ont pu briller afin de nous inciter à les respecter au sein de la Fanbase, grâce à cette série Blue et Dream sont plus badass, Cross a pu s'émanciper...

Mais elle n'a rien pu faire pour Killer actuellement 😭

Combien de fois j'ai vu des représentations de lui stupide, masochiste, soumis sexuellement et littéralement ?

D'habitude je ne demande pas de rebloger, mais s'il vous plaît, il faut faire en sorte que Killer se rebelle, ce personnage a le droit d'évoluer 🙏 ou bien faites vos propres fanarts, créons une vague avec un hashtag genre #freekillersans par exemple

En tout cas, ici et maintenant, c'est son heure de gloire ✨ soyons heureux pour lui

Killer!Sans belongs to @/rahaf-wabas

Nightmare belongs to @/jokublog

Merciless belongs to @/Mommysnoodraw (not on Tumblr)

Shattered!Dream belongs to @/Galacii-gallery

Lux belongs to @/alainaprana

Paperjam belongs to @/7goodangel

Starway belongs to @/lunnar-chan

Aéryth and Manzanoverse belongs to @/aeryth-lc

[krikidilly]

akagiyuu… akagiyuu..

Akagiyuu... akagiyuu...

When the guy you're suppose to be revenge battling is actually kinda....aleetle..