#dc music meister x reader

[butcher-bloke]

I’m bored right now and am currently working on a few new ideas for some fics, but I would really appreciate if I could get a few requests. Just something to refill my inbox.

(I’m really in the mood for some Captain boomerang and music meister asks)

[acapelladitty]

I beg of you... anything with Music Meister and a reader... He has bewitched me with his music

“Oh, baby.” You purr, grinding yourself down on his trapped cock and enjoying the way in which his length twitches beneath the dark silk boxers which hide his length from your interested gaze. “This must be awful for you.”

A garble of unintelligible words pass through the fabric gag which binds his dangerous lips and you instead focus on running your hands down his exposed chest, the open and ridiculously frilled shirt fluttering away as you spread it further with teasing fingers.

“What’s that? Hmm? I can’t hear you! The great Music Meister foiled by a little slip of cloth.” A pretty laugh slides from your lips as you roll your hips and rub your ass against his straining groin. “All trussed up and ready to be played with.”

Slipping your hand lower, you graze it across his cock in a vicious tease and your mouth splits into a mean-spirited smirk as you feel the slight wet patch which is quickly developing through the silk.

“It really must be awful, darling. Being so hard and ready to be stroked and blown like one of those musical instruments you love so much. Which would you rather? Hmm? My hand on your cock, slipping along the velvety length like a trumpet slide? Or my mouth teasing at your cock with my lips and tongue? You seem to appreciate my impressive embouchure?”

Pinching his nipple between your knuckles as you whip him into an aroused frenzy, the way his brow knits at the rough contact is very endearing. His nipples are pink and peaked, begging for attention and you can’t help but fiddle with them as he writhes against the chair he is loosely tied to. Rolling the nubs between your fingers nets you a soft sigh and a harder pinch forces his chest to arch towards you – his traitorous body desperately seeking more as his expressive eyes meet your own, blown wide and darkened by the lust which he isn't being allowed to act on.

“So easy to play, aren’t you, my love?”

[hxney-lemcn]

Just One More — Music Meister x gn! reader

summery: domestic fluff with Music Meister

tw: a hint of angst (mostly fluff)

a/n: sooo I made that poll and then immediately lost inspiration (LMAO) so I made this because I felt like I was getting peoples hopes up. Also, I think this is so damn cute aldhalgh

wc: 0.3k

Master List

“Just one more?” Dennis asked, a pout forming on his pink lips. 

I smiled tenderly at the red head who occupied my lap. He was still dressed flashy, but toned down since we were currently having a much needed day in. His visor was nowhere to be seen, letting me take in his eyes. 

“I’m feeling a pattern here,” I joked, leaning down and planting another kiss on his awaiting lips. 

His lips curled into a bright smile revealing his tooth gap, his eyes shining with adoration, “I can’t help myself when it comes to you, my muse.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore how my heart raced faster. I brushed my hand through his hair once more and he snuggled closer like a content cat. He was such a smooth talker, but the pink that tinted his cheeks showed just how much I affected him. I trailed my fingers along his cheek, and he nuzzled into my touch. 

It was amusing. Dennis tried to be a big baddie out on the streets of Gotham. Although I’m not sure how seriously anyone took him due to his ability. Singing and making others sing to do your bidding was quite amusing. Even so, he acted tough out in front of Batman. Not just act, he is tough. Yet here he was, like pudding under my touch as he begged for ‘just one more kiss’. 

I longed for moments like these. I felt like I’d never be satiated of this affection. Whether it was giving or receiving, I’d always long for more. It hurt to watch him go, because I would never know the next time I’d see him. I never knew if I’d watch him get dragged to Arkham on the news, or if he’d show up bloodied and bruised. Those moments always brought reality to the forefront. This won’t last forever. So I’ll cherish the moments I get, peppering as many kisses as I can until the next time. 

“One more?” Dennis asked, love and longing filling his entire being.

“And however more after,” I muttered, giving into his wish.

[quandaryqueen]

Lip Gloss

Music Meister X Hero Reader

Poor H/N cannot stop losing their composure around the dashing scoundrel that is Music Meister.

Suggestive themes

💜 Heroes of Gotham, more often than not would they be inspired in this path of Cape swooshing crusade by the Batman in all his brooding glory. Hears of the praises given by those he saved, respect from fellow heroes, and of course, commands the fear of assailants. As a new night crawling hero, you opted to debut like the dark knight.

"Relinquish your control over the staffs. Now."

Your very first criminal was the Music Meister, harmless fellow until he opens his mouth.

Having him bent on a table, holding his wrists oh his back and to further assert yourself, you press his face against the table. The dominance had confidence through your veins, but you didn't allow that to get in your head... But it was just so empowering to pin assailants and demand them to stop, then they'd cower and beg you--

"Ooh, give it to me harder~"

... Not like that—

Needless to say, he turned the table on you as soon as you backed away from him, having been caught off-guard by his comment. Flushed in the face, you had yourself backed against the wall from the shock.

"Excuse me, what the fuck?" You exclaimed.

"You heard me."

💜 You got the job done, but at what cost? The remains of your crime fighting days, that's what. You would be blushing like a fool and staring into space whenever you're defending Gotham against him.

Dennis: Oh hey H/N~! 😘💋

You: 😟

Dennis: This next song is about you ahem...... EVERY TIME I CLOSE MY EYES, I WAKE UP FEELING SO HORNY

💜 No, omg in every opportunity he has, he will render himself breedable for you. This whore is arching his back when he was caught, wrists cuffed behind his back and instructed to lay in the ground on his stomach. If he's feeling extra extra, he'll wave his ass shamelessly.

"Oh hello, H/N... Seeing something you like?" Peeking through his visors, he'd see you attempting to keep yourself composed. He likes them incoherent, wide-eyed and covering their heated face with their hands.

💜 Whenever he's informed that you're assigned to take him down, he is changing into his stripper clothes and chose more hot and heavy songs to perform. If accessed, he'll increase the mood by setting the lighting to red and will definitely summon a pole if the mood calls for it.

"Take your cigarette from its holder! And burn your initials on my shoulder! Fracture my spine and say that you're mine... As we dance to the masochism tango~!"

He throws a wink at your direction, something questionable enough to send your fellow vigilante to glance at you, where they find you with your palms covering your face.

At this point, he's just moaning lyrics on the microphone.

💜 Admittedly, you aren't the only hero whom he does this to. He is a playful son of a bitch who either likes seeing someone flustered in response to his teases or someone who reciprocates it.

You fall on the flustered category and if you're easily jealous, he seems to have powerful chemistry against those who teases him back, to the point they'd get too close to making out in the middle of the battle.

💜 Were you soft towards him?

"Hey! Careful with him! He's already cooperating!" You yell after police staff when they attempt to shove Music Meister in the police car.

Yes, you are.

In his gratitude, he merely winks at you as the police car carts him back to Arkham.

💜 So... What should happen if you and a more playful hero collaborated to take down the Music Meister?

"I don't want anybody else, when I think about you. I touch myself. Oh, I don't want anybody else. Oh no, oh no, oh no~"

Whilst you simmer in embarrassment, covering your face, your other fellow hero just raised their brow at him with a smirk.

"Why don't you come down here and touch me instead?" They shouted at him, before grappling over the ledge to reach him.

Watching the hero, a pit of emotion burrows itself in your guts. Before they can get near him, mind-controlled goons took grab of them. Music Meister takes his microphone from its stand before taking the hero's chin between his thumb and finger.

"Hey! Music man!" The shouting from below made him glance down and be greeted with your figure ascending with your fist aiming for his face.

With you knocking him out, resets the spell he casted upon innocent people and revert them back to normal... Record time. The hero from their hold ran towards your and held their hand out for a high five.

"Good job, H/N!"

💜 Do I have to say that he's utterly shameless?

"Yoo hoo~ H/N! Did you miss me~?" He waves over after pirouetting to present himself in your peripheral.

"No, not really." You sighed. Apparently, he broke out of Arkham for you.

"Oh you're such a precious little thing! Too stoic to admit you're so much of a softie. I thought that was more of Batman's thing." He sings, twirling before stopping before you and lightly flicking your nose. "Well I missed you~"

Riddled with exhaustion, you couldn't help but to slide your back against the wall and fall on your bottom. He doesn't seem to be planning to chaos mayhem in Gotham in general, but solely towards you. Running a hand through your hair, you felt the heat pushing under your skin.

... Is it wrong for you to fall for him? For all you know it's just his nature to flirt like this to anybody, not to mention, he might just be entertained seeing you this flustered or maybe he's using it to distract you.

"What do you feel towards me exactly?"

"Lust." He waits for your face to flush in that sweet, sweet shade of embarrassment... It didn't. You remain dazed with melancholy. "Hmm... I take it you're serious right now?"

You would remain unresponsive until you answer his question... Very well then.

"Well, I do enjoy teasing you. It's all for the fun of it."

Called it. You nodded to yourself. Sighing, you pull your knees close to your chest and buried your face behind it.

"Why ask?" He pries, sitting across you with his legs crossed.

"Nothing."

"Oh? It seemed something. Come on, tell me." Leaning forward, he places a hand on your knee and lightly shakes you. "It's only fair since you asked me something, come now."

Peeking through the gaps of your makeshift prison, you can make out the urging curiosity he has on his face.

"Just... Sing and mind control me already. That's what you're here for, right? Maybe you can twirl me around and off the rooftop."

He laughs to lighten the mood. "Where is this coming from?" And they say he's the dramatic one.

"I have feelings for you."

Before you can even think out it, words spill from your lips so haphazardly. You feared to look up in fear of finding something horrible, even if you don't know what is it you fear when you're already experienced his rejection before this. Regret bubbles at the back of your throat in a form of choking on your own breath.

His eyes widened behind his visors. You? Have feelings for him? Well that's a what he heard, though he wasn't sure how to process it.

"Well that's the end of it..." Fuck, why did you tell him?

"You do?"

"You heard nothing, this conversation is over." Before you can retrieve your grappling device, he takes hold of your hand.

You barely looked over your shoulder and so he doesn't see your face flushed, he ultimately assumed you were scowling. But it wasn't enough for him to let go. He expected you to lowly demand to be unhanded, but nothing came of it. You stood, tense and unmoving. He so utilises it to pull you to face him forward and take hold of both your hands. Darius looks within your averted eyes with such an intensity, you remain looking aside.

Admittedly, he meant it when he said it's all for the fun of it, it's always has been for everyone he had encountered-- just goes to show how irresistible he can be to anyone. You're not the first he's heard those words from; almost everyone had fallen for his charms and most of those times, he never felt the same. But he always made sure they never walk away with that much dread of rejection. He's a rogue after all, not a monster.

But with you...

"If you'd like, we can try."

He would love to see what will happen-- dating you. The hero, the saviour, the one who carts his ass back in Belle Reeve most of the time. How could that affect your vigilantism? But most of all, how would the hero act without the mask? Would you still love him if he doesn't wear the mask? Would he come to love the person under the mask as much as he perceives your alter ego?

"What do you say?"

...

"We can try."

Darius grins. The tip of his finger traced on your neck by the throat and settles under your chin, softly lifting it. Your throat bobbed upon swallowing thickly, as you gather the courage to reciprocate his eye contact. You find yourself leaning closer, when suddenly--

"You're paying." He says, tapping your nose and giggling, before twirling away.

[oldhalloweentape]

~*~~Master list~~*~

Rules!

(Headcanons)

Overwatch I & II

Character list!

- Venture (Sloane Cameron)

Confession |GN|

Beginning Relationship (Pt. I) |GN|

Beginning Relationship (Pt. II) |GN|

Beginning Relationship (Pt. III) |GN|

Love Language (Pt. I) |GN|

Love Language (Pt. II) |GN|

First Kiss |GN|

Emotionally Stoic Reader |GN|

ALT/Goth Reader |GN|

Witch Reader |GN|

Gyaru Reader |FEM|

Gamer Reader |FEM|

Two different sides Reader |GN|

Dragon Reader |GN|

Eating Disorder Reader |GN|

DC Raven Reader |FEM|

Incapacitated Reader |GN|

Vogue Dance Reader |FEM|

2000s Fashion Reader |FEM|

Theater Geek Reader |GN|

Marine Biologist Reader |GN|

Conservation Ecologist Reader |GN|

- Junkrat (Jamison Fawkes)

Confession |GN|

Beginning Relationship (Pt. I) |GN|

FtM Reader |MALE|

Autistic Reader |GN|

DC Raven Reader |FEM|

Junkerqueen Fan Reader |GN|

- Sombra (Olivia Colomar)

Theater Geek Reader |GN|

- Zenyatta

Chronic Anxiety Reader |GN| & |PLATONIC|

- Lúcio (Lúcio Correia dos Santos)

ED Reader |FEM| (Feat. D.Va & Junkerqueen)

- D.Va (Hana Song)

ED Reader |FEM| (Feat. Lúcio & Junkerqueen)

- Junker Queen (Odessa “Dez” Stone)

ED Reader |FEM| (Feat. Lúcio & D.Va)

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

- Vinny Santorini

Confession

Beginning relationship

Beginning relationship pt 2: Love Language

First Kiss

Meeting his parents!

Wedding

Kid

(Shorts)

Overwatch I & II

- Venture (Sloane Cameron)

Domestic |GN|

Peak Miscommunication |GN|

(AI Chat Bots)

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

- Vinny Santorini

DC

- Music Meister

Adventure Time

- Finn The Human

Overwatch I & II

- Venture (Sloane Cameron)

[estuporious]

A random civilian: What the-

Y/N: *running down the street while covering their ears*

Music Meister: *chasing them while singing-screaming 'My type'* ¡YOU-YOU-YOU'RE JUST MY TYPE, OH YOU GOT A PULSE AND YOU ARE BREATHING!

[villainsletter]

NSFW HEADCANNON OF THE DAY!

MUSIC MEISTER

TW: Sexual Themes, Exhibitionsm, Masturbation, Gentle Femdom, Cum

Well, Music Meister may be a pretty eccentric man, but he's a passionate guy. He creates nicknames for you like baby, love, my lady.

It will depend a lot on his mood and his hair. He has a unique way of loving which when we talk about more intimate moments can include.

Exhibitionsm:

It's to be expected, have you looked at him?

With your consent of course he will touch you in public, which could range from holding your hand and maybe kissing you to sex, yes, sex.

He could masturbate you in public with no problem, penetrate you in public, push you to your limit.

And that would make him feel that he is not only powerful but also loved.

Maybe this young villain never thought of having someone wanting him so badly that would let him fuck you in front of anyone, even the Justice League.

Another type he likes is windows or glass doors, he will fuck you from behind against a window in the most desperate and dramatic way you can envision, your moans echoing in his head, but in yours all there is the sound of the man who is giving you so much pleasure.

Gentle Femdom:

As much as he acts like he always feels 100% confident and awesome all the time, well it's not true, nobody is iron not even the great Music Meister.

So please praise him, kiss his pathetic face until he doesn't think terrible things about himself anymore.

He is an expressive lover, he wants you to know that you are loved and desired, he will kiss your thighs, your feet. You naked, in his bed perhaps with only thin sheets covering your body, he would gently uncover you and in return you would say “Good boy, come closer. I want to touch you.”

And then the hypnotist would become hypnotized, the man crawling on the bed until he was between your legs and answering "Yes my Angel of Music."

With you on top putting his face against your chest or fucking him from the side while touching and kissing his whole body is perfect.

In more everyday moments he would go all melted if you pleased him with unexpected touches.

Hug him from behind when he's planning to destroy someone, kiss the back of his head or neck when he's explaining a new idea to you, caress his waist, rub his thighs and even his ass.

It's fun to see him blush.

PTBR

Bem, Music Meister pode ser um homem bem excêntrico, mas é um cara apaixonado.

Ele cria apelidos para você como baby, amor, minha lady. Vai depender muito do humor e do cabelo dele.

Tendo um jeito único de amar, que quando falamos de momentos mais íntimos pode incluir.

 Exhibitionsm:

É de se esperar, já olhou para ele? 

Com o seu consentimento é claro ele lhe tocari em público, o que poderia ir desde segurar a sua mão e talvez beija-la até sexo, sim, sexo.

Ele poderia te masturbar em público sem problema algum, penetrar em você em público, te fazer chegar ao seu limite.

E isso o faria sentir que não é apenas poderoso, mas também amado.

Talvez  esse jovem vilão nunca pensou em ter alguém que o desejasse tanto ao ponto de o deixar te foder na frente de qualquer um, até na frente da Liga da Justiça.

Outro tipo que ele gosta é janelas ou portas de vidro, ele vai te foder por trás contra uma janela da maneira mias desesperada e dramática que você consiga visualizar, seus gemidos ecoando na cabeça dele, mas na sua tudo que há é o som da voz do homem que está lhe dando tanto prazer.

Gentle Femdom:

Por mais que ele aja como sempre se sentisse 100% confiante e incrível o tempo todo, bem, não é verdade, ninguém é de ferro nem mesmo o grande Music Meister.

Então por favor, o elogie, beije o rosto patético dele até ele não pensar mais coisas terríveis dele mesmo.

Ele é um amante expressivo, ele quer que você saiba que é amada e desejada, ele vai beijar suas coxas, seus pés, você nua, na cama dele talvez tendo apenas finos lençóis cobrindo seu corpo, ele lhe descobriria delicadamente e em troca você lhe diria “Bom garoto, chegue mais perto. Quero lhe tocar.”

E então o hipnotizador se tornaria hipnotizado, o homem engatinhando na cama até se por no meio das suas pernas e lhe responder “Sim meu Anjo da Música.”

Com você por cima colocando o rosto dele contra o seu peito ou o fodendo de lado enquanto toca e beija o corpo dele todo é perfeito.

Em momentos mais cotidianos ele ficaria todo derretido se você o agradasse com toques inesperados.

O abrace por trás quando ele estiver planejando destruir alguém, beije a nuca ou o pescoço dele quando ele estiver explicando uma ideia nova para você, acaricie a cintura dele, esfregue suas coxas e até sua bunda. É divertido vê-lo ficar vermelho.    

[i-dont-hyperfixate-on-fandoms]

Vocal Rest

A Music Meister x OC fanfiction

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Word count: 699

Warnings: Electrocution, break-in, discomfort

Tropes: Dancing, teasing

Synopsis: Why would a singing-centered villain go on vocal rest while committing a crime? The world may never know.

Ships: Music Meister x OC

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Her brunch was paused by the shrieking alarm of the bank next door, but it was completely halted when the café wall adjacent to the bank was demolished into rubble and flying debris. Melody immediately ducked under her table to avoid the detritus, as did many of the other patrons. Melody covered her mouth while frantically trying to make eye contact with the other guests. As the dust started to settle in the room, her fears only heightened.

The figure of a man loomed in the still somewhat hazy air pouring out from the newly-collapsed wall. As the man came into view, a squeal threatened to slip through Melody’s clasped mouth. Not him. He stood tall amongst the wreckage, a glowing staff in his hand pointed at a frozen patron. Not a word emerged from him as he shot some sort of electric pulse from the staff, causing his victim to lift into the air for a moment before being violently shocked and limply dropped to the floor. The perpetrator grinned devilishly at his target’s collapse before scanning around the room as if to ask “Anyone else care to test me?”

The thing that frightened Melody the most, however, was this man’s silence. The Music Meister was not known for being quiet, so this deafening nothingness was… uncanny, to say the least. Especially since his main superpower was his vocal hypnosis. But her curiosity about his muteness was overshadowed by her paralyzation at the sound of his approaching footsteps. A whimper left Melody’s lips, causing the tall man to stop just as he was passing her hiding spot.

Fuck.

The scoundrel stepped back towards her as she silently cursed herself out.

Why did I do that? Why did I fucking do that? I’m going to die because i couldn’t stop myself from making a single peep. Please, god, let him go past me again. I’m going to be electrocuted like th—

“Ah!” He exclaimed, on his knees to peek at her. His sickening grin spread across his face once more, leading Melody to retreat slightly below the table. The man chuckled lightly at this, before pushing her table to the side. But instead of attacking her, the Music Meister simply grabbed her wrists to pull her up. A nearby bystander attempted to bolt toward the rogue. He was immediately shocked by the villain’s staff, said villain never breaking his eyes from Melody as he pulled her into a slow-dance position and began to sway.

“Wh-What?” Melody questioned, unable to defy his clutch.

The Music Meister merely laughed gently and continued to dance with her, before answering very quietly. “Don’t you remember me? I let you go from my heist a week or so ago,” he remarked, “it’d be a shame for someone as remarkable as yourself to forget that encounter of ours–”

Melody, without thinking, cut him off from his ramblings. “Why are you being so quiet?”

Any other person he interacted with could have been killed for questioning him like that, but when it came to her, the villain couldn’t help but laugh yet again.

“Surely you know the importance of vocal rest, darling~” he replied. The man slid a hand under Melody’s chin and lifted it towards him, before tracing down her neck to her jugular. She shivered in response, deeply unsettled. “After all,” he continued, “your voice is a weapon, and you have to maintain such a tool.”

“Why would you go on vocal rest while committing crimes? You’re fighting empty-handed,” Melody retorted, grimacing as the rogue tore his hand away from her neck.

“Fair question. I guess it doesn’t always matter to me what I fight with, as long as I have something,” he rolled his eyes, gesturing to the staff clutched in one of his hands.

The faint roar of sirens started to near the café, causing the Music Meister to hesitantly release his prey. “I do believe that’s my cue to exit,” he sighed. But before Melody could fully escape him, he seized her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

“Adieu, Songbird~”

And with that last taunt, the villain burst through the door and started to flee on a music-themed motorcycle.

[phobia-sweets]

INTRO

I’m Joseph, and this is my blog for anything DC! I'll post mostly writing and art. And just FYI, english is not my first language so some grammatical errors or misunderstandings might happen sometimes :D I’ll write almost anything. I’ll have a list of stuff and characters I write below. I’ll take some doodle requests too, I suppose :)

CHARACTERS!

Scarecrow/ Jonathan Crane (Arkham- asylum, city, knight, origins ❤ BTAS ❤ The Dark knight trilogy ❤ Batman: The audio adventures)

The riddler/ Edward Nygma (Arkham- asylum, city, knight, origins ❤ BTAS ❤ TELLTALE)

Garfield Lynns / Firefly (Arkham- asylum, city, knight, origins)

Black mask / Roman Sionis (Arkham- asylum, city, knight, origins)

Mad Hatter / Jervis Tetch (BTAS ❤ Arkham- asylum, city, knight, origins)

perhaps some music meister…? (The Brave and the bold ❤ DC PRIDE ‘22)

WILL WRITE:

I don’t have a problem w/ writing violence, just to clarify. I do write pretty much anything, but do keep in mind I will decline something if it makes me uncomfortable!

❤ Headcanons

❤ Drabbles

❤ Oneshots

❤ Matchups

❤ Letters

I 100% won’t write smut tho.

Always feel free to ask me if you’re wondering smth :)

ABOUT ME?

❤ I absolutely adore cats

❤ I’m aroace & agender. Triple a BABYYY

❤ I love horror. I also collect horror movies on dvds :D

❤ I also love watching cartoons/animations

❤ I play a lot of video games :D

❤ I’m weak for Soulmate Aus

❤ If u give me cheesecake there’s a 90% I’ll automatically love you

[kuhchao]

He was nothing I've ever seen before...

The way he eyes my shoulders, the creases by my knees, the way my chest rises with every breath. He seemed more a pray, than the most dangerous animal on this planet, with the way he moves.

A smell so comforting surrounds the whole room, whilst I lay and sweat away, afraid to move an inch, afraid it will infuriate him.

How had it come to this? I'm just a woman of many riddles, one filled with life's mysteries and desire, yet he...

He seems the opposite. Harmonious, focused, bold. His name is... does it matter anymore? His face is everything I'll think about, everything I've dreamt about.

The thought of the brush in his hands forming my every curve, years of experience seeping through the paper.

The gap between his teeth is prominent, an adorable feature, fits him perfectly.

I can only imagine what it's like to run my tongue through it.

"What is it?"

I shake, he spoke, his fruity voice deep and strong, pleasant, as a soft touch of a blossoming sunflower field upon thy skin. I blink,

"What?"

He turns from painting, merely moving, having me helpless, exposed like this.

"You've been staring. What are you thinking about?"

Thoughts pop back, I can see his strands of hair in between my fingers, I can feel his lips caressing me in every corner.

His charm - never-ending.

"Nothing that should concern you." He chuckles.

A life's mystery I will stay, it seems, and his eyes, will forever leave me helpless.

[karp-actually]

20 for MM and reader 😳👌

😭😭😤 im sorry this took tOO long bc I was hardcore blanking on a plot, anyway everyone say 'thank you @acrylic-kettle ' for helping me think

Prompt list.................... 20. Breaking the Rules | MMxReader

You should have known what you were getting into when he said you were dating the self proclaimed ‘Maestro of Villainy.’

Dennis seemed determined to make you two the baddest bitches on the block (he didn't say it exactly like that, but you know it's what he meant). You found yourself looped into little crimes and misdemeanors the Meister would commit around town, his favorite being club crashing. Tonight he said he had a "new and spectacular hit song" that you, and many others, HAD to hear, emphasis on you. Putting in a set of specially designed Meister-Proof Earbuds (patent pending!), you set out the door to meet Dennis outside.

As the city lights blur by, you ask which club he plans to overtake tonight. He lets out a small laugh at the inquiry, "Hah! No no... no club tonight! There's an outdoor concert happening at the park down here. Some band you've probably never heard of, the Daring Chaps."

Well he was right, you've never heard of them before.

"It's okay, I don't know them either. But it'll be perfect! A big crowd, band, and all under the stars!" Dennis goes on excitedly.

You proceed to tell him just how ambitious that sounds. Usually he sticks to smaller clubs and parties, but a whole outdoor venue? Isn't that riskier to pull off?

"Oh, so cute how you worry about a villain like myself! But you needn't worry! I'm a class A rule breaker afterall, hah!" Dennis proudly states. Still, you wonder what the special occasion is.

Soon you two arrive. Dennis tells you to blend into the crowd while he sneaks off backstage. He blows a kiss your way as you see him disappear into the night. Dramatic per usual.

You wait in the idle murmur of the crowd for a few minutes until you spot some commotion upstage. Guards get called back, vanishing behind the curtains. Patrons up in the front row grow curious, trying to see what’s going on. And, as expected, it’s not long until you see a chorus line of guards dancing out on stage. The velvet mauve curtains draw back to reveal the band set up with their instruments complete with the Maestro himself center stage, microphone in hand. He tosses his signature trench coat aside, now dressed in a sparkling midnight purple tux. His hair slicked itself back to match. You still have no idea how he does that so flawlessly! An upbeat jazzy tune starts to play. The crowd watching all this go on is in a mixed state of bewilderment and awe. As Dennis opens his mouth, everyone freezes to listen.

🎶”Ba da da bu daaa! Ohhhh ahh!”🎶

It’s almost creepy the way the whole audience of strangers all turn to you for a split second before breaking up in a choreographed fashion, scattering across the area. Feet are tapping, hands are clapping, the lights are going, it’s quite the spectacle to behold! It’s time for the real show to start.

🎶”Come on, come on, sing along!

You’ll listen to my every word!

Help me, help me sing my song! 🎶

This one goes out to my love bird! Mwa!~"

[gothamsworst]

Can I ask for a Drabble in which MM's s/o asks him to hypnotize them to further help with a song they've been writing (like, they've hit a writer's blog and wanna see if being hypnotized to sing will tease the rest of the song out of them)?

I wanna apologize beforehand for how...”oddly” this is written. But I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to try and adlib lyrics or just leave things vague, and trust me, y’all don’t wanna see me try to adlib music lyrics. So, I left things vague on that front. Regardless, I hope you enjoy the short story!

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“Do you really think it’ll work?”

“Well, I’ve never used it like this before, so…” Dennis rubbed his chin, then shrugged. “I have no idea!”

You sighed. “Well, there’s only one real way to find out.”

Straightening your back, you held your arms out wide open. “Hit me!”

“I’m not gonna hit you.”

“Dennis. I mean use the thing. Hit me with the thing.”

“Oh!” He laughed a little, nervously. “Right. I knew that.”

You had your doubts. But as Dennis began to sing, reading off the lyrics you had scribbled down, you closed your eyes and let his power sweep over you.

It sounded so strange, hearing your own song coming from everywhere, and yet nowhere at the same time. Dennis claimed that his power was confined only to making people sing, but neither of you knew where the background ambience came from. It was weird.

As he finished off the first chorus, you jumped in to start the second. You kept your eyes shut, letting the words fall off your tongue. You knew this part by heart, you’d read it over a hundred times.

Weeks passed, and you’d had no luck of continuing your piece. No matter how you tried, you couldn’t think of the right words to put to paper. Which is what led to this. If you couldn’t force your brain to continue writing, then maybe you could trick it into it.

The end of the second verse led back into the chorus. You could feel your heart pounding as you prayed that your body would take the lead and give you what you were searching for.

But as the words died, an awkward silence hung between the two of you…

“And…” Dennis urged in a low hum.

“And…” You echoed back, nearly belting out the word in desperation. “And…!”

Come on! You begged your brain. Think!

You sucked in a deep breath and exerted all your might, finally feeling something click inside of you. Like a dam had broken, the words poured from your lips, totally out of control of your own body. But it worked! You were singing! You had what you were looking for—your final verse!

Dennis broke into a wide, ecstatic grin, taking your hands as you sang the final chorus together.

As you felt the sway of his power ebbing away, you couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling up in the back of your throat. “It worked! I can’t believe it actually worked!”

“I knew it would!” He was lying, but you were willing to let him have this one. Because it had worked, which was the most important part. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Thank you, Dennis,” you cupped his face gently, and a soft smile crossed his face as he leaned into your touch. “I owe you for this, big-time.”

“You don’t owe me anything.” He mumbled. “It was enough just getting to hear you sing for me, my little songbird.”

You rolled your eyes but kissed him anyway.

[acapelladitty]

Oh great Ditty in the sky! Please bestow upon me the beautiful smut you have made!

Have some Music Mesiter smut! Also know that you are the first person I have ever written anything Music Meister for so...yeah! In for a penny.

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‘Sex is a melody’, that is what he told you.

You thought you had understood his meaning, but as the night progressed you had come to realise that your knowledge of the subject was basic, and the consequences of your ignorance had proven to be delightful.

Pianist fingers: slender and delicate, curl within you to hit spots which draw the sweetest noises from your throat. His rhythm is steady, and you follow it with your hips, grinding down to meet his ministrations as your breath exhales in short gasps.

The sensation of the silk sheets against your body is heaven as you slip against them, your soft skin moving in cadence to his alternating whims. Time had long since lost meaning as you lost yourself to the pleasures that were being shared between you. Hands ghost across your body as the space between you is charged like a theremin, awaiting every move with a stilled anticipation that promises a response. 

Fingers come to pluck at your chest, thrumming across your sensitive nipples and sending fresh waves of arousal pulsing through you even as he conducts his attentions elsewhere.

Muted breath caresses your core as his fingers increase their tempo within you, building intensity as his tongue joins the choir to add to the depths of your ecstasy. Twisting, turning, flicking against you in a chaotic tempo until a low whine escapes your throat and emboldens him to add to the growing aria which you were producing.

Wrapping his lips around the small bundle of nerves that make up your sweetest spot, he continues to devour you as the swell of your pleasure approaches its crescendo. He anchors himself to you as he draws you in sweetly, a talented tongue drawing across the tip your nub like it was a delicate instrument which is to be handled with reverence.

A cacophony assaults your ears; it’s all too much, your own whimpers mixing with the scratch of the fabric as your fingers claw against the sheets frantically. The small sounds of satisfaction which hum from his throat as he plays you like a fiddle, bringing your performance to a thrilling climax.

His fingers shift to grip your thighs, holding you in place as you writhe to his performance.

‘Sex is a melody’, that is what he told you.

And what better way to enjoy a melody than in the hands of a meister.

(EDIT: a male reader version of this drabble is also posted over on AO3 at this link)

[hxney-lemcn]

(Ik, I should write for myself blah blah. But I could always write it for MM and then just switch it out for another character)

[quandaryqueen]

Whimsical

Music Meister X Reader

Every moment spent with him is never dull and so you never worried when's the perfect opportunity to propose.

I love him and I can't get of him. Also, this is a full piece hailing from this idea

So this is just a fic about the instance of the reader failing to propose as they enjoy the moment with him.

"When you met the someone, who is meant for you, before two can become one there's something you must do,"

Watching him twirl around with a newly washed bedsheet had you grinning in amusement, adding in to his little own world of musical. He pirouettes at the majestic instrumentals, and with the sheet billowing in his turn, before clipping the sheet on the clothesline.

"There is something sweeter, everybody needs~"

He repeats the process, still singing ang adding pizzaz in every move, as if he were on stage. Thankfully he didn't involve the entire neighborhood again.

"I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss, and a Prince I'm hoping comes with this~" he playfully blows a kiss at your direction, something you only chuckled at and rolled your eyes. "That's what brings ever afterings so happy!

"And that's the reason we need lips so much, for lips are the only things that 'touch'," he looks over you yet again with a suggestive look upon singing that one lyric, before he twirls away to retrieve another batch of laundry to hang and dry. "So to spend a life with endless bliss~ just find who you love, through true love's kiss~"

"Oh you fucking dork." You sighed as he proceeds to vocalise a chorus of 'aaaah's', an underlying feeling of anxiety he doesn't mind control the neighbors again to accompany his song. Thankfully he didn't, only an interval of silence in which you were able to hear the beautifully orchestrated instruments.

"So to spend a life with endless bliss~ just find who you love, through true love's kiss~"

For a quick moment he turns to you. "The floor's yours, Hun,"

Your eyes widened for a moment, before assuming to time your voice to the song.

"Giselle! We shall be married in the morning!" You pulled him by his hands and lean your forehead against his. "Y-you're the fairest maid I've ever met, you were made--"

"-- to finish your duet~"

"And in years to come we'll reminisce!" You sang in perfect harmony, as he nuzzles the tip of his nose against yours.

"How we came to love," This would be a perfect time to propose, damn. You thought to yourself. It was a shame the ring box wasn't in your person at the current moment.

"And grew and grew love!"

"Since first we knew of were of true love's kiss~"

Although it wasn't a part of the movie, you steal you true love's kiss from him as the instrumental has come to a glorious end, something he reciprocates eagerly and holds you close. Upon pulling away, you didn't notice the next song was playing as you playfully swat him by the chest.

"Oh you dork."

"But I am your dork."

[spacesuitsforemergency]

Could I request Tye Longshadow dating a siren (you could do anyone you are familiar with)

A/N: went with a mermaid siren, kinda like the ones from Pirates of the Caribbean cause I really like them! Tye with a siren! gf is so cute like come on

⁃ Basically, you hypnotize people with your singing voice

⁃ You’re basically Music Meister (who you used to be the sidekick of before becoming a hero) but from the ocean

⁃ The league gave you a bracelet so that you could walk on land, you just press a button to get your tail and other siren features again

⁃ Human customs and media are pretty foreign to you, so everyone kinda helps you out with that stuff

⁃ You befriend Kaldur, since you’re both from the ocean

⁃ Then he introduces you to The Outsiders, and you and Tye literally just stare in awe of the other

⁃ ‘Uh...guys?’ Jaime’s just looking between the two of you

⁃ You’re literally the most gorgeous person Tye has ever seen in his life, and you find Tye really hot

⁃ Once you officially join the Outsiders you start hanging out with Tye more and more

⁃ Eventually he gains the courage (with Jaime, Eduardo and Virgil’s help) to ask you out. It doesn’t take more than like 3 dates for you to be a couple

⁃ He thinks it’s cute how clueless you are of stuff that’s so mundane and normal to him like social media and slang

⁃ He’ll make a Little Mermaid reference about you and you’re just like ‘what’s that?’

⁃ Like even he’s seen it, how is it possible you’ve made it this far in life and not seen it?

⁃ The next team movie night you all watch it and you finally get all the jokes and stuff they’ve been saying to you

⁃ You get along great with Asami, you learn American customs together

⁃ When he sees you in the water with your tail for the first time he’s literally speechless

⁃ Like you can be even more gorgeous than before???what??

⁃ ‘Dude are you blushing?’

⁃ ‘No way dude shut up no I’m not I Uh...got sunburnt Yeah’

⁃ ‘It was raining all day yesterday’

⁃ ‘Shut up!’

⁃ When you have missions that are undersea he’ll come with you and mostly likely Kaldur on the boat ride to get you guys where you need to be

⁃ Will lean over the boat and kiss you before you have to go

⁃ You love teaching him stuff about siren culture and general ocean stuff, cause it’s usually him teaching you stuff