#also please don't ask how many times i listened to this song while making this............

[caramelkoo]

honeysuckle

boyfriend!jungkook, established relationship, smut

summary : according to your boyfriend, a little competition won't hurt anyone especially when the game is his favorite. Making you feel good.

warnings : mature, strong language, heavy on the smut, a little fluff thrown in there, fingering, pussy slapping, he asks for consent, they're freaky, dick piercing, ass slapping, hickeys, sex in a jacuzzi, reverse cowgirl, riding, jungkook wants oc so bad, dirty talk, he calls oc sweetheart, unprotected sex. if i missed something, do let me know.

a/n : hi my loves, here’s your promised smutty treat. tbvh that picture has not left my mind ever since i saw it lmao. I love you guys so so much. You're so loved and cherished. Please don't read this in front of your parents. also @rpwprpwprpwprw was the sweetest to ask for a tag <33 xoxo

"Oh yeah baby, just like that"

"You fuck me so good"

'Take my cock like a good slut you are"

Any other day, you're all about sex positivity and letting your body get what it wants but today of all days, your neighbors want to ruin the peace that you so desperately craved.

Your boyfriend, Jungkook had left early for a business meeting promising you to come back as soon as he gets done with it. As much as you missed him, you had felt the need to have some time for yourself. You thrive on being Jungkook's girlfriend, it's all butterfly in the stomach, princess treatment kind of love but you can't lie about wishing for some alone time just for yourself. Finally, you were getting it. You had it all planned bit by bit.

Step 1 : take an everything shower

Step 2 : cook something delicious for yourself while wave to earth plays in the background

Step 3 : read a romantasy novel you've been anticipating for a long time.

Step 4 : if sleepy, sleep. If not, take out your pink best friend from the bedside drawer and seek your pleasure listening to Jungkook's voice recording you had him record the other day. It always works.

Step 3 and you're already at the verge of giving up. It appears the people next door didn't exactly like your plan and they wanted to make you realize how lonely you are. Screaming at your face, "Haha guess who's not getting a dick". God forbid if a girl wants to have quite and peaceful night while romanticizing the shit out of it.

You slam the book on the bed and sigh. For a second you consider calling Jungkook but stop when you realize that you'll only be hindering his work. What are you even going to tell him? that you can't read because your neighbors have been fucking each other for hours now? No, that's just stupid.

Taking off your reading glasses you make your way to the kitchen. If you can't get sleep tonight, you might as well give them a tough fight. When and if they decide to let their horny asses take a break and decide to doze off, they'd catch on to the fact that there's someone next door whose mama didn't raise a quitter. Immature? you don't think so.

Once the woman's voice on the speaker alerts you that your phone has been connected, you start off with your favorite go to song when you need to cry your eyes out. "Fuck to an emotional song now" you think.

Coming in terms with the fact that you might have to pull an all nighter, you begin making coffee. The word itself brings a smile on your face. Coffee, which got you through your med school. Coffee, which got you Jungkook.

If you really think about it, hadn't you mustered up the courage to go on a solo date that day and have a coffee all by yourself you wouldn't have crossed your paths with him. It's funny actually because how many couples do actually last this long after meeting at a random coffee shop?

After dating douchebags for almost three years you had taken a break from dating all together. It was high time you focused on yourself. Honestly, it's not like they were the only one who was messed up in your previous relationships. You had some parts you had to heal as well and the moment you caught up on that, you went on a journey. Journey to self love, journey to find yourself and a journey which will leave you not perfect but healed.

As for the dimwits you dated in the past, sometimes it was "why do you always have to be like this? how much more space do you need?" or, "What do you mean you don't want to have sex right now? C'mon don't be a spoilsport".

Spoilsport, your ass.

Standing up on your tippy toes, your hands reach out for the coffee container but before you could even settle your foot down on the floor, two arms circle around your waist making you gasp in utter shock.

The need to defend yourself takes so strongly over you that you don't even turn around in order to check the person before your elbow connects with their nose.

When you finally do, you can't stop the scream from leaving your mouth. Your face all red and your eyes as big as saucers.

You panic, "JUNGKOOK?"

When you see blood oozing out of his left nostril after he lifts his face, you mentally curse your sister for forcing you to take self defense classes.

"What's with the song, sweetheart?"

"I told you you were gonna be my death someday but who knew it was gonna be tonight"

After cleaning up his nose and giving him a cup of coffee, you both were now sitting on the couch. You had turned off the music, though. God knew it was not making the situation any better.

You take a sip before speaking, "Oh, don't be dramatic. Who comes home like this and at this hour?"

"My flight was late, sweetheart. I wanted to get to you much sooner but destiny had plans--" he gets cut off as his eyebrows crease in wonder.

"What was that?"

"The neighbors. They have been going at it for hours now" you shake your head in disbelief.

"For hours? That's some stamina I must say" he breaks out in a fit of laughter as you place your cup on the table in front of you.

Turning towards him you ask, "You find this funny? I haven't been able to sleep because of them"

Your voice comes out a bit whiny and you wonder if you're acting a bit childish.

"Oh, sweetheart. How about this, I take a quick shower and we cuddle to sleep" a mixture of warmth and concern crossing his face.

Your smile is wide when you say, "I'd love that"

Jungkook finishes his coffee and pecks your lips as he saunters towards the bathroom. However, when he turns back and says the most unforeseen thing, your silly mind doesn't even think twice.

"Actually, _____. Why don't you join me?"

Bubbles form inside the jacuzzi as smoke fills your surroundings. The smell of warm water hits your nose making it feel tingly. Your stomach is doing summersaults as your boyfriend lets you down inside the water, heart skipping a beat.

Only when Jungkook lets himself sit on the other side of the tub, you can finally take a deep breath. His eyes never leaving yours. When you're with him, there's nothing you care about. Not your horny neighbors, not the world, nothing. It's just him and his presence that lights you up. A smile that could rival the sun.

Him.

Your fingers play with the water as you try to make a conversation. This moment right here, is peak level of intimacy for you. You're both naked, exposed and vulnerable yet you've never felt safer. Not to mention how you feel like a high school girl trying to talk to his crush.

When you were young, the bathroom was the only place you could run and cry in and no one judged you. The four walled room provided more comfort than people in your life. It holds memories but when you moved in with your boyfriend, you left those at your old house. To rot, because what else?

With him, every corner, every space in your house feels pure and blissful. It’s filled with laughter, moans and him.

Jungkook's legs are lightly brushing yours every now and then, the movement sending shivers down your spine. What's happening to you?

"So, how was the business trip?"

"On a scale of one to ten, how funny is it that you wanna talk about business while looking like that and all I wanna do is fuck that sweet mouth of yours because of how much I missed it?"

You shudder, the effect he has on you is beyond belief and now with the expression crossing his face, pure lust and longing, it's as though somebody has set your whole body on fire. A mix of hot and cold feeling running through your veins.

"Jungkook"

"Come here"

"Wh-"

He cuts you off, "Come here, sweetheart. Come to me before I lose my ever loving mind'

You don't have an option other than to scoot your way towards him. He positions your body between his legs, his taut and muscular chest touching your wet back.

Wetness pools between your legs as his hardness presses at your lower hip just above your ass. Your pussy throbs with need and you stop yourself from reaching down to relieve that tension.

His fingers ever so lightly graze over your arm, frequently making drawings on it.

"How long did you say they were going at it?"

You look at him, "About three hours. Why?"

He's up to something. You can feel it in your bones.

"Do you think they're still gonna be able to fuck each other after hearing your screams through the wall, sweetheart?"

Fuck. The idea of making them listen to you while your boyfriend fucks you into oblivion doesn't sound so bad. You missed him, you missed being in his arms and you missed him being inside you as well. So, where's the harm in that?

"You wanna give them a show? Let them know how well your man fucks you?"

The moan that leaves her as she lets her head fall back heavy on his chest tells him everything her words can't.

"Jungkook, please. It's been so long" she cries out.

She stirs making herself more comfortable but that just makes him hiss through his teeth as her ass grazes his cock, the metal on the tip leaving a cool sensation. He's not gonna give in easily though. He will make her earn that release.

His hands cup her tits, fully covering them and they fit so perfectly in his hands. Heavy, full, perfect. As if they're made just for him to suck, him to cup, him to cum on, him to leave purple love bites on.

"I know, sweetheart. Do you wanna know what I kept thinking about while I was away?" his voice trails off, "I kept thinking about how bad I wanna fuck your throat"

The sound that leaves her is filled with need.

"Jungkook, baby please."

He trails his hands down her chest and stomach before it reaches her pussy. Just around her clit. His finger are soft and light, not putting pressure when all she wants is for him to give her the release she so badly craves.

Jungkook's cock is already leaking with precum and his balls ache. He missed his girl so fucking much, so much that he lost count of how many times he had fucked his hand while thinking of her while he was away. When his colleagues saw his flushed face, he had no other option than to blame it on the cold weather.

His finger slide down and back up her slit, making her visibly shiver.

Shit. He's not gonna last long if she keeps making those noises.

"How many finger do you want, _____?" he asks as repeats the same motion.

His mouth comes on her in a searing kiss, it's possessive, passionate, burning and everything nasty. He's straight up claiming her mouth as her tongue tangles with his own.

Pulling back he waits for her response, "Two. Please"

Following her command, his two fingers slide inside her. He tightens the hold on her stomach to have her stay in place when she bucks her hips forward.

She screams.

"That's my girl"

He slides his finger out before sinking it deep inside her cunt again. Crooking them in such a way that he hits her g-spot. Desperate moans fill the room mixing with the steam coming out of the hot water. Her hands ghost over his, fastening his pace.

"You want it faster, sweetheart?"

"Yes, much faster. I wanna cum so bad"

Happy to give her what she wants, he begins rubbing at her clit while his other fingers work their way in and out her wet cunt.

"Oh my fucking god"

"That's right. Get what you want. Such a good girl for me"

He's an animal at this point as he tries to mark her his more than she already is. Jungkook has always been open about sex with his girlfriend, his needs, his wants, his desires and she'd done the same. You compliment each other perfectly. It's easier that way, not leaving any room for doubts.

She like dirty talk, he gives it to her.

When her hips lift forward matching his thrusts, he smirks. Biting her slender neck as she chases her orgasm.

"Aghh"

It finally happens, her hands grasp his even more tightly, other hand gripping the edge of the jacuzzi as she lets out a scream. Her breath fastens as sweat beads her forehead, Jungkook never stopping with his praises.

When she settles back down between his legs, he takes his finger out and sucks them clean. Brown eyes never leaving hers.

"Do you think they heard us, sweetheart?"

Her laughter brings smile to his face, "You're crazy"

"And you're mine" He pecks her cheek, letting his lips linger there for a bit. Basking in the feeling of her love's skin against his lips.

At the beginning of your relationship when you were just getting comfortable with intimacy, jungkook loved kissing her cheek. It was his way of showing her that she's adored by him. Then he realised that quite frankly, it's her. He likes kissing so much because it's her that he's kissing.

He holds her for a while before speaking up, "You wanna help me with a problem?"

He doesn't need to tell her twice but soon as her next words leave her mouth, he takes a double take.

"Sit on the edge and I'll suck you off" he hears her say as she kneels before him.

"Later" he grabs her by her shoulders as he positions her back between his legs. This time facing him.

Her legs wrap around his waist and his thick cock presses against her navel. He knows how badly she wanted to take him into her mouth and he could have let her do that only if he was strong enough to resist himself from sinking deep inside her.

"Now, I wanna fuck you. Raw and nice just like my girlfriend deserves" his voice comes out breathy.

"I love you"

"Me too, sweetheart. More than you know" he assures.

Knowing he can't take it anymore, he lifts her up and sits her body down on his cock. Slowly by slowly as she moans her way through it. ____'s head falls into the crook of his neck and his grip tightens on the curve of her waist. The ampallang piercing multiplies the pleasure tenfold as you both roll your eyes at the back of your head.

Jungkook got madly drunk the other day and came back with a dick piercing which resulted in her getting mad at him and him fucking her to show how good it gets with it.

Having said that, he presses a searing kiss on her lips and his breath knocks out of his chest in the process. It's almost like he's dreaming. The feel of her body on him, his cock deep inside ____, her arms caging him. It all feels surreal. At this point, the neighbors are long forgotten. It's you and him now.

He takes one of her sensitive buds in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. Moving it in circular motions.

The next few seconds involve him spanking her ass as if he wants to leave marks, him guiding her up and down his cock as she bounces and giving her frequent kisses. Wet slapping noises fill the entire room as his balls ache with need.

"So good, baby. You feel so fucking good. Wrapped around me like this while I fuck you good, huh?" he slaps her pussy lightly.

Thrust Thrust Thrust

As she falls back again into his arms, crying loudly with utter pleasure, he tightens his hold on her body. Hugging her close as both of your heartbeats sync together.

"Thank you for letting me love you, sweetheart. Thank you for coming into my boring ass life and filling it with laughter. Fuck"

Your sweaty and now tired bodies are wrapped around each other as you both revel in the warmth of intimacy.

He lets out a grown followed by her whine and before he can say anything, you’re both cumming together, sighing and kissing as you come down your high.

A chaste kiss is pressed on her forehead, "So perfect, my girl"

"That was…" you bite your lip.

"Amazing, I know" he says as he mindlessly plays with her black locks.

his hands rub her back. "Sweetheart, I want one more from you"

"One more?"

"Yeah, this time I wanna see your beautiful back. Will you do it for me?"

He tries to ask her as gently as possible. Pride filling his chest when he sees her nod.

Guiding her up with the support of her knees he sits her down on his lap, his balls brushing against her clit as he sinks back inside her. A man can only take so much before he snaps. This was the moment for him. His girl's back glistens in the most beautiful way ever. Sweat droplets mixed with water dripping down her spine that he can’t help but kiss.

"Fuck baby, you look like a goddess right now." he halts,

"So warm"

Trailing his hands up the back of her neck he threads his fingers through her hair, gripping it lightly but also putting enough pressure just so she can feel a sweet pain.

His heart skips another beat when she starts moving forward and then backwards, teasing him. Her movements are painfully slow. He wants to ask ____ to move faster but at the same time, he also wants to make this special for her.

So, he waits and watches her back arch as he feels like the luckiest man in the world.

"Jungkook" she moans his name, holding on to his thigh as he pounds into her from the back. It’s even deeper now, his cock hitting places he’d never hit before. Jungkook mentally thanks himself for trying out this new position because he’d just about take any chance to feel more connected to ____.

Just when his stomach contracts and hardens, he asks, "____ I’m gonna need you to spread those ass wider. I’m very close"

When she hums in response he gently pushes her upper body so that it’s flat on his legs, immediately letting him see more of ____'s ass. Her asshole clearly visible to him. It’s such a vulnerable position that you’re both in. Her more than him.

He has to ask her, "Sweetheart, if you don’t feel comfortable we can always stop, alright? You just have to ask"

Her whiney voice reaches his ears, "I’m okay, baby. Just- Just fuck me"

So, he does. His hips thrust forward as he fucks her mercilessly, letting her have the pleasure. She moans, he moans, she cries out, he groans. It’s unbelievably perfect. His hands roam over her smooth back, her ass and even down to her pussy. Both bodies working in a graceful sync.

Suddenly, it’s like the earth comes to a stop. His hands grip his hair while the other one grips hers. His stomach hardens, balls tightening and the moment _____ clenches around his cock, he cums inside of her. Filling her up with hot, white liquid. She follows him soon enough.

"I fucking love this body of yours"

She straightens up and lets her wet body fall heavy on his chest seeking warmth and his arms around her. He’s more than happy to do so. His muscular arms bring her closer to his chest as he relaxes.

Before the next words leave his mouth, he has to make sure ____ is sound asleep.

"I can’t wait to ask you to marry me, sweetheart. I can’t wait to see you in that white dress walking towards me like the angel you are"

He hopes she says yes, he hopes the ring brings the biggest smile on her face.

He hopes.

[bisexualfbiagents]

One night he wakes Strange look on his face Pauses, then says You're my best friend

CELEBRATING 30 YEARS OF THE X FILES Day 7: 30th Anniversary Extravaganza ❤ A tribute to my favorite partners, to the tune of You Are in Love by Taylor Swift (insp)

[elllisaaa]

desperately need you to make a jihoon version for bf thoughts huhu 😭😭😭

BF!JIHOON who sometimes gets lost in his own world, but you're always here to bring him back to reality, and he never fails to show you how grateful he is for you.

music takes such a huge part of his life, it's impossible for him not to involve you in all of this. he tried to keep it away at first - because it was work and he didn't want to annoy you. but as soon as you show him that you're interested in what he does, in how he produces his music, jihoon is more than happy to introduce you to his universe. he makes you sit on his lap while he explains to you how he creates his music step by step, and he feels both so shy and so proud whenever you tell him that he's talented or that he's a genius. it leads to him letting you spend a lot of time with him at the studio - jihoon loves to have you there because you're his main source of inspiration, and you love to be with him because it motivates you to work too. you're always the first one he shows a song to, because he values your thoughts a lot, the most important opinion is yours. jihoon has definitely written so many songs for you, or about you. one time, you listened to a song he wrote before the two of you even got together and you noticed that jihoon was talking about you. you always get emotional when he does music for you and your boyfriend melts inside everytime you listen to the songs he made for you.

"can you listen to this and tell me if you like it, jagiya ? i'm not sure about what i've done with the vocals but maybe your voice could be a cute addition, don't you think ?"

jihoon gets so sleepy around you. some would argue that it's because he often comes by after work or because his sleep schedule isn't the best, but he knows that it's much more than that - it's because you're his home, and when he learned that you tend to feel sleepy when you're with people you deeply trust and love, he was sure that you were the one. jihoon also loves it when you're the one falling asleep on him, be that on his lap, on his shoulder or against his chest, he will wrap his arms around you and caress your hair every time. he has so many pictures of you sound asleep in his arms that he cannot count them - it means that you're just as comfortable around him that he is around you, and it makes him feel like the luckiest man in the world. jihoon always gets shy when you decide to attack him with random marks of affection. it makes him blush like crazy, but he's so cute with his red cheeks that you can't help it and he's so in love with you that he doesn't stop you - plus he cannot deny how it makes his heart melt every time.

"you won't ever stop, right ?" - "never." - "good, i like it when you kiss my nose…"

he's very attentive to every detail about you and your habits. jihoon knows literally everything about you, and it's so soothing to feel this loved. he always makes sure that you feel included in every conversations, especially when you're spending time with his members. he knows that thirteen people can be a lot, so he always take care of you so that you feel heard and listened to. if you're talking about something and you stop mid sentence because you think no one he's listening, he makes sure to remind you that he always listens and he asks you to continue, fully focused on you. he loves, loves, loves when you do your nails - that he obviously pays for - and especially when they're very long because it feels so good when you scratch his back or his scalp with them. jihoon almost purrs like a cat when you do that, his eyes fluttering shut and he nuzzles his head in your neck. you love it so much when he gets so cuddly and soft, and jihoon loves to be babied by you sometimes.

"let's just stay like this for a little while, please ?"

BF!JIHOON who's sweet when he's with you, but who cannot hold back his possessiveness once the two of you are alone.

jihoon works on his muscles too much to not use them to his advantage. it all started when you began to compliment his muscles every time he came back from the gym. it fuels his ego, yes, but it also makes him hard in his shorts. to know that you find his strength attractive, to know that he could overpower you every second when you're playfully fighting, it drives him crazy. so now, everytime you piss him off, everytime you're being a brat, he's using his strength to manhandle you in every position he wants. the fact that he can do anything with your body is turning him on too. when he's fucking into you and not letting you cum, he grips your hips tightly to stop you from squirming around. when you're not allowed to touch him but you try either way, he pins your hands down to the mattress. when he's having you from behind, he holds your hips up and forces his cock into you no matter how much you moan and cry. jihoon loves to know that he's able to take over you so easily, loves to know that he can do whatever he wants from you and that you're gonna love it.

"you're not moving until i let you, you know that so why are you trying ?"

he's a producer, he loves people's voices and he loves to work with them. so it's no surprise that jihoon is addicted to the way your voice sound. he thinks it's soothing when he's stressed, and it's so sexy when he's fucking you. he loves how he can always tell how you're feeling by the sounds you're making. he drinks every noise you make - gasps, moans, wimpers, whines and mewls, he loves it all. that's the reason why he prefers to fuck behind closed doors, where he can make you scream his name without risking anyone hearing you, where he doesn't have to muffle your pretty moans that make him even harder. when you gasp and whine against his mouth when he's kissing you, he speeds up his thrusts, and when you wrap your arms around his neck and whimper against his ear, he has to squeeze your waist harder to not lose his mind. jihoon even goes as far as holding back his own moans to hear yours better. he loves your noises so much that he might put them in one of his songs, and he seriously considers releasing it, just to make it clear that you're his.

"that's it jagiya, let everyone know who's making you feel good… shit, i love your pretty moans so much."

one thing about jihoon is that he loves to hear you moan, yes, but he also likes when you're begging him, begging for him. when he's already fucking you rough and that you plead for him to go harder, it makes him lose his mind. he asks you to beg for virtually anything in bed - you want him to eat you out ? beg. you want him to fuck you from behind ? beg. you want to suck his cock ? you have to beg for it. jihoon will never admit it, but he kinda likes it too when you're teasing him in public by begging him for something simple but you both know he cannot help thinking about your words in another context. one thing he will never tell you either is that he thinks it's hot when you are the one making him beg sometimes. not gonna lie, it's not easy to get him there - you have to catch him on a day he's tired because then he lets you take care of him and ride him. but when he does beg for you, it's so attractive you just want to do it all over again. jihoon is shy about it though, and he still prefers when you're the one saying please and being putty in his hands.

"you want me to fuck you ? then you know what to say, uh ?" - "please, jihoon, please fuck me." - "that's right, good girl."

[the-cannibal]

Like a curious puppy

Elder male Yautja X Gender Neutral Reader

Before we continue with this one shot I just want to add that I got inspired (and got permission to write this) from a post by @mintymarabell The post was "Imagine whistling next to your mate and he looks over all flabbergasted and wondering how your making those noises" You can find the post right here! Thank you mintymarabell for letting me write this cute idea!

Also @the-princess-has-resurrected has requested to be tagged in this so here you go!

It was a nice warm day for once in the jungle. Not too hot to the point you are sweating and panting like no tomorrow, but also not pouring down rain like the sky is trying to give you (a very cold) shower. You decided to go along with your mate and watch him try his luck with fishing. Besides, there was no way you were gonna pass up on the chance to see him waist deep in the lake, muscles flexing as he tried to catch fish with his spear. You may be a "foolish ooman" as some of the other yautja say, but you weren't that foolish! Laying on your back in the soft grass, you watched as creatures flew above you, and landed in the trees. They sung songs like the little song birds back home on earth. Closing your eyes and puckering your lips, you began to join them in their little song and whistle. The creatures stopped all noises, as if they were shocked to hear an unfamiliar but at the same time familiar sound. They softy sung back to you, seeing if you would continue. And when you did, they happily joined you in the little made up song you all created. Suddenly you felt cooler before. You peaked an eye open to see your mate hovering over you, a curious gleam in his eye as he tilted his head. "Yes my love?" You asked. His mandibles softly clicked as he pointed a finger at your lips. "Hmm? What?" "That noise. What was it?" Your mate asked. "Oh! You mean my whistling?" The big alien nodded and sat down in front of you. Even sitting, his height still towered over you. "Do it again? Please?" Oh how were you going to turn down his request? Especially with that cute face of his! You nodded with a smile and began whistling once again. Your mate practically had stars in his eyes as he listened to you. He took you in his arms as you continued to whistle and sat you down on his lap. It was moments like this that made you remember at times he was like a curious puppy. There was always new ooman things to show him and surprise him with. "It reminds me of the birds back on your planet." He said as you finished singing to him. "That's exactly what I thought!" You grinned up at him. "Do you know how to whistle?" He shook his head and pointed to his mandibles. "I don't think I could with these." You hummed, leaning against his bare chest. "I do suppose they would make it a bit difficult. But hey..." You gently kissed the side of them, making a light blush come to his cheeks. "At least they're cute!" That earned you a trail of happy clicks as he nuzzled his forehead against your, his way of kissing you back.

Now whistling was something your mate asked you to do often. Before you go to bed. When he has had a rough day. While you patch up his injuries. And so so many more times. But... There is a bonus to him liking your little sound so much. Remember how he's like a curious puppy? Well... Now whenever you can't find him you just end up puckering your lips and singing a sweet tune. He comes running towards you each time, asking for more and showering you in compliments and praises. Just like a puppy. If he had a tail you were sure it would be wagging a hundred miles an hour.

[restinslices]

Earth realm boys dating a popstar???? 👀👀👀👀

“Send me ideas guys” *proceeds to hit brain block* I didn’t know if you wanted the Lin Kuei Bros or Syzoth involved but imma add this little rule/guideline(?) so I don’t throw myself down the stairs. So the Earthrealm Boys will be Johnny, Kenshi, Kung Lao, Raiden and Liu Kang. Lin Kuei Bros are Bi-Han, Kuai Liang and Tomas. You can also ask for specific characters but IMMA LET YALL KNOW RIGHT NOW y’all have a limit of FIVE people per post or I’m sleeping in traffic.

Johnny Cage 

If you think Johnny Cage is anything other than excited, you're wrong. 

There's no way he doesn't enjoy dating a pop star. 

He'd tell you how great your names sound together. Johnny Cage the movie star and you the pop star. 

He's probably asked you if your songs can be in his movies. 

I think he'd be extremely supportive. Sometimes a little overbearing. Some people might enjoy him wanting to come to every show, while some people may say “dude, calm down”. 

Your ringtone on his phone is one of your songs for sure 

He also asks for some of your merch for free since ya know, debt 😀

If there's a dance that goes along with it, I can definitely see him learning it and showing you how good (bad) he is 

Please let him be in your music videos. He's on his knees begging 

He has such a huge ego, he'd probably say something like “you can't possibly turn down an A lister like me”

He's so President of your fanclub 

He also posts exclusives of you on his social media 

This may sound selfish but he's hoping your popularity will increase his. When we meet him, his fame is dying out so he's hoping being seen with you will remind people he exists 

Don't get it misconstrued though. He adores you. He just can't help but have these thoughts 

Probably makes you promise to dedicate a song to him too. Realistically he wants an album but he'll take whatever

He's so Ken coded to me and remember, Ken only has a great day if Barbie looks at him. You're his Barbie, regardless of gender 

Kenshi Takahashi 

Considering the fact that he's on the run from the Yakuza, uhhhh he's not the happiest 

Is he proud? Yeah. But dating him puts a huge target on your back. Kenshi can hide. You, as a popstar, can't do that. You're always in the spotlight. And since the Yakuza got connections, they'd find out somehow. 

He'd encourage you to take a break until things cool over. Only problem is he doesn't know when that'd be, and the music industry is competitive. You don't have time to be on a break. People could forget about you. 

Under any other circumstance, he'd be happy for you. Not many people can make it in the music industry. There are tons of people who have big plans but settle for less. 

In any other circumstance he'd listen to your songs, spread the word about your concerts, buy your merch cause he's not in debt, even attend a few concerts. 

Now though, he's uptight and worried. Every concert you have he's worried will be your last. Any fan meet you have he's worried will end in death. 

I honestly think he'd try to actively avoid anything that has to do with your career. It's a constant reminder that you're doing the exact opposite of what he's asking you to and you're putting yourself in danger. This could possibly cause a lot of arguments since he could come off as controlling when in reality he's worried and trying to be cautious 

He's trying to avoid anything to do with your career but every playlist he has has your songs sprinkled throughout them 

Overall he's proud of you but life has him pretty uptight. He'll be his normal self once he restores his clan. 

Kung Lao

This cocky little shit is so hype his partner is famous 

I can see him talking about your music with others like “my partner? They make music. You probably know them. I don't know yours though cause they're unknown. How are y'all paying the bills?”

You tell him not to do that but he continues anyway. Everyone had to know how awesome you were compared to them

Idk why I have this scene in my head of him buying your concert tickets to sell it again but make it more expensive. I legit don't know why but I couldn't ignore it. 

Kung Lao has such a huge ego and your success does not help that. In fact, it makes it worse 

How many people can say they're dating a popstar? Or anyone famous for that matter?

I can see him “helping” with lyrics but the shit he tries to add is dog shit so you do not add it, which he does not get. 

“I have an ear for music” “An ear. Not a talent”

Starts a fanclub and forces Raiden to be involved 

You'd think he's the popstar with how much pride he has when it comes to your career 

Like Kenshi, he has a whole playlist dedicated to you and your songs are sprinkled throughout his other playlists 

If you ask for his honest opinion on a song, he's gonna give you his honest opinion so be prepared. It's like asking a kid if a jacket makes you look fat. 

He doesn't mean to be malicious. He just can't have you releasing bad shit. His approach just isn't the best but it's all with love 

“What do you think about Bubblegum?” “The chorus isn't catchy at all if I'm being honest. You've definitely made better” 

He'd help though by saying what he liked from other songs and it'd steer you in the right direction 

Your career? No. Y'ALL career. UterUS type shit

In all seriousness, he's very happy that out of all the celebrities you could be with, you chose a non celebrity like him.

Raiden

Honestly I don't think anyone would even know you're dating. He's just too shy. 

With Johnny, he's famous and has no shame so that's how people know you're together. The Yakuza is out here so that's how they know about you and Kenshi. Kung Lao is Kung Lao, idk how else to explain it. With Raiden though, I don't think he'd want your fans to know you're dating. 

He's shy and also values privacy and you respect that. Your fans know you're dating someone just not who. 

He probably has a second account he uses to stay up to date with fan discourse 

Likes every edit of you and shows you them. 

“Were you looking these up?” “I… don't know what you could possibly mean”

I don't think he's a big concert person. I don't know why. At least not a huge, no personal space type of concert. So I think he'd do other things to support like using that second account to promote your activities, reposting edits, and buying your stuff. 

Knowing his luck, that second account for privacy and being sneaky would end up getting fans attention. He'd become the main update page everyone goes to. Guess he wasn't sneaky enough 

Probably asks you to sing to him when it's quiet 

Has bought a poster of you and forgot to take it down when you came over 

“Kung Lao put that up” “Mhm, sure”

He has two hats. His normal hat and a hat that has stickers of you on it. Kung Lao or Johnny probably did it to tease him but he kept it anyway 

Dedicate a song to him and watch how flustered he gets. He'd be so honored 

If you had an MV and there was a love interest in it, he wouldn't wanna be jealous but it'd happen. 

Everytime he sees you perform or hears you, he falls deeper in love. Like Kung Lao, he's very happy you picked him to be your love and muse 

Liu Kang

He probably saw this coming based on your life in the past timeline

Knowing how the past timelines were though, your life was probably chaotic and your music career was probably disturbed by the constant threats 

Seeing you just having fun and making music in this timeline would make him extremely happy and proud of himself for creating such a peaceful timeline (at first)

Liu Kang has glowing eyes so there's a chance concerts aren't happening, but I think he'd still stream your music like everyone else 

Would probably try to keep you far away from any disturbances. When he takes his champions to Outworld, he makes up a lie. He doesn't want what you're passionate about disturbed at all 

Supportive in the sense that he's always going to say “yes” to whatever ideas you have. A breakup song? Great idea. A fun party song? Awesome. A fan meet? Sounds fun. 

He genuinely just wants you happy this time and music makes you happy. 

You could talk him into using his fire as some background effect as long as others won't see 

He talks you into doing smaller performances at Madam Bo's. You're spying on Raiden and Kung Lao without even knowing 

Whenever you find out about the shit storm going on, he does not want you involved and will say so. He wants you to focus on your passion and let him take care of it. Whether you do or not is up to you 

After all that though you'd probably end up making music for Johnny's movie about shit that happened. He doesn't disapprove but thinks you can do better than make a soundtrack for Johnny 'Big Mouth’ Cage 

Secret fanboy. Forced to act all serious all the time but he's mumbling your lyrics under his breath, even if it's super cutesy. 

He's just so happy for you. I know I keep repeating it but you probably DIED in the past timeline or some shit so seeing you happy and just living? It shows his efforts for peace paid off. 

I usually say smth after but idk what to say. I wanna start art commissions so bad but half bodies are kicking my ass. I’m finna start tweaking fr

[midnight-black2]

hii! im sending in a request for Jann in the Archie Mademay event :) and this is my first time so sorry im nervous😅!

but prompt 11 really piqued my interest, thought about maybe a (before gt academy) nerdy and shy gamer Jann x popular sporty reader? thank you for your time bye bye :] !!

𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒

pairing : jann mardenborough x reader

synopsis : you can't keep neither your mind off of jann nor your hands off of him either

disclaimers : not many, sub!jann, softdom!reader, kissing in public, pretty mild

note : i listened to the song sparks by coldplay while making this, so that's were i got the title, just so it doesn't seem as random lol

most people found it weird how much attention you showed jann. after all, he was close enough to a nobody.

man, society is weird.

all these unattainable standards set by messy, emotional, little humans. i mean, if you wanted to see jann, why should anyone try to stop you? you liked who you liked, and it's not like you could help it. besides, jann was sweet, cute, and ambitious. in your opinion, he was the dream guy.

you two would eat lunch together, walk each other to classes you had during the day, average college couple stuff. you never let anyone give him a hard time, and whenever you attended a social event, he was by your side (whether he wanted to be there or not). he attended all of your [sports] games, etc. the coupley stuff wasn't the weirdest part to people. the weirdest part to people was that you chose to do the coupley stuff with him. you had lines of guys and girls waiting, patiently. stalking and clinging, nagging and hanging--yet you chose him.

people talked, of course they did. negative or positive, they talked.

but over time, it got better. the jealousy never really subsided, but when the two of you walked through the halls, not as many people stared. and when you guys attended parties, not as many people ignored jann.

either way, you couldn't care less. you loved jann more than anything. nothing would change that.

you guys were sat a desk in the back of the library. quiet giggles and whispers could be heard. it was supposed to be a tutoring session, but it always turned out a different way. you always found him more interesting than algebra (or...calculus..?) and simply ended up making out. as jann explained the equation, your eyes lingered on him. you took in his facial features, admiring him not-so-subtly. he didn't notice until he looked over, and his eyes widened slightly. he smiled, before clearing his throat.

"so, do you understand? or do you need me to explain it better?" he asked, and you didn't answer. you didn't quite care, frankly. you weren't failing math, you had a 92%, which is borderline, but far from failing. so, it wasn't your biggest priority. in all honesty, you only kept up with these tutoring sessions to see him. you simply held his gaze, a look on your face he couldn't exactly read.

"were you even paying attention?" he asked, quirking a brow.

"no, not really."

"and by that you mean not at all, huh?" he asked, rhetorically. you nodded, with a small shrug. he laughed, before looking down. "so, uhm, what were you thinking about then?"

"three guesses," you said, smiling. you thought he had to have known by now, considering this is what you do every tutoring session.

"wha-Y/N, you know i'm not very good at this," he replied, cocking his head to the side in slight thought.

"oh cmon, it should be easy," you stated, with a playful eye roll. he lifted his hands up in defense.

"i really don't know," he said, and you couldn't help the laugh the emitted from you.

"gosh jann, you're smart, nerdy, but so incredibly dense."

"well then...just tell me. please?" he asked. and really, how could you say no to him? was it possible if you even wanted to? no. would you really ever want to? also no.

"i'm thinking about how cute you are. you and your perfect pink lips, how kissable they look, and your adorable curls--god, i'm thinking about you, jann. when am i ever not?" you say, leaning in closer as you speak your mind. he was slightly taken aback, before he leaned in as well. he didn't know what to say, so he didn't. he had this look in his eyes you knew all too well.

"can i...?" he queried, reluctantly. you grinned.

"you don't have to ask for a kiss, jann."

"right--sorry." you chuckled, before you kissed him. it was sweet, like honey. he was the one to pull away first.

"you know, you always do this," he said, with a head shake, but with an irresistible beam across his face.

"i know, just can't get enough of you," you said, kissing his cheek. you pecked his lips, nose, jaw, neck, everywhere you could. your hand cupped his face, and he seemed to lean into your touch. you went up for another kiss, which was a bit more feverish this time. your bodies felt hot, and you couldn't wait any longer. or...maybe you could, but you definitely didn't want to.

"let's go to my dorm, yeah?" you said, and he nodded eagerly.

goodness you loved that boy.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[boredandwiredkitty]

In honor of kinktober I wanted to post some little drabbles I made. Featuring my favorite mech in some of my favorite kinks. So here ya go even though no one asked.

I apologize if it's written weird as this is my first tf smut.

TFP Wheeljack x reader

Reader is human, AFAB f!Reader

Warnings: Mild Breading kink, size kink, marking, 18+ ONLY! Minors DNI!

Living with wheeljack was everything you had ever hoped for. It had many perks that would take too long to list. But you soon noticed it also had came with some drawbacks.

Since you started to accept and embrace your feelings for the wild wrecker. Some things were hard to ignore. Like the growing ever present desire you also harbored for him. Though that was something you wanted to put a tight lid on. You were too embarrassed to let him know you had it down BAD for him. Your Relationship had started as good friends. Which slowly blossomed to something much more. And while you both shared an intimacy with eachother unlike with anyone else. You still haven't crossed that line.

There wasn't much privacy in his ship. So trying to seek release for your pent up feelings was rather impossible. You would feel mortified if he caught you doing that. So whenever the urge to jump him passes over you. You would just grit and bear it with a smile. Though this proved difficult when your dreams let you get a taste of what you sinfully craved.

So many times you've dreamt of him fucking you into his berth. Stretched tight over his large girthy spike while he hit all your sweet spots. You would arch your back while crying his name as you chased ectacy. Many times over.

What you didn't know was that your mech was also holding back for your sake. While you both were considered conjux endura. He wanted to wait till you were ready. You were much smaller than he was. So he could only worry for his little conjux. Even if he was a smaller mech compared to the rest of team prime. He towered over you. Not to mention he was quite well endowed. He knows what he has and knows how to use it. But he didn't want to pressure you or worse. He would get eaten alive by guilt if you were injured because of him. But he couldn't help himself for laying it on thick. Amping up his usual cheeky one liners and teasing flirty remarks.

What you also didn't know was he was aware of your nightly dream adventures. The way your thighs rubbed together and soft moans would escape past your lips while you slept. How you would wake up clinging to him. Then try to act discreet while going to go change your soaked underwear. He wasn't stupid and quickly figured out what was going on but never pressed. He wanted you to tell him when you were ready.

You noticed as he would gaze at you with warm optics. There was something much more intense behind them. There were a few times where while you were sitting in his lap flirting back and forth. You heard him grip the controls so tightly it would creak under the strain. You would turn to look at his servos quizzitively while he released the abused controls when he realized what he's done. He would roll his shoulder joints and try to play it off like it was nothing.

But today was different. You were having your usual playful banter when you made an exceptionally lewd remark. You both were out on a drive. Sun was reflecting off of dry desert sand. It's orangy hues flying past the window you occasionally looked out of while you talked to wheeljack. Idly listening to some music over his speakers.

A sexual innuendo filled song started to play and you let out a huff. Normally you wouldn't mind but as of late... "Please change it. I already dealing with enough sexual tension. I don't need another to make me beg for you to frag me into your berth." Your eyes went wide. It was too late to take back the words you unconsciously blurted out.

You were about to apologize and take it all back when wheeljack revved loudly in response. "How badly do ya want it?" There was an unmistakable edge in his voice.

You pressed your thighs together as your heart started to race. The huskiness of his voice heating your body. Shyly averting your gaze to your feet you murmured out, " more than I can take."

Whatever task you both were previously on was forgotten the moment you uttered those words. You weren't ready when you were thrown forward. His seatbelt preventing you from slamming face first into the dash. "What the hell?!" You barked out as he whipped around and took off in the opposite direction.

"Sorry babe. I can't take it. You'd be lucky if we made it back to the jackhammer before I have ya takin my spike." His voice growled through his cabin over his speakers. Your poor heart skipped a beat as heat pooled between your thighs. Oh... OH. It was happening. It was finally happening. Your heart wouldn't stop racing as you filled with nervous anticipation.

You watched as his speedometer climbed. He was just as eager as you were. You squirmed and practically bounced in his seat. Hardly containing the desire to start stripping right there in his cab for him. You could feel heat radiating from him. The growing warmth making you restless as he arrived back at the jackhammer in record time. Not wasting any time as you practically jumped out, Before he could even fully stop you had undid the seatbelt and was moving to open the door. Usually you waited for him to do it for you. But this time you couldn't wait any longer.

The moment he transformed he scooped you up. Crushing his mouth against yours in a firery passionate kiss. Him stumbling in blindly till he bumped into his berth. He was going to have you. And he was going to have you now.

Your skin heated while your heart drummed loudly in your chest. Soft plush lips melding perfectly together with his metal ones.

Chancing a taste your tongue slipped out to find his. His servo further tangling into your hair. Feverishly grasping you. Any space between your bodies was too much. He needed you just as badly as you ached for him.

Rolling your hips against his you tried to calm the ache between your thighs. Moaning into the kiss as a servo slipped lower to press into the soft flesh of your ass.

Breaking away from the kiss to catch your breath your eyes flicked up to look into his optics.

They burned brightly for you. Filled with repressed charged energy just begging to be released. He burned so hot for you. Every circuit begging to tear your clothes from your soft supple body and ravage you. Waiting to hear you cry his name in ectacy while he would fill you to the brim.

He needed this. He needed you. Just as bad as you needed him.

He helped you pull your shirt over your head and discard it. Thankful you didn't bother with a bra today. Watching your tits bounce earlier with the seatbelt wedged between the soft flesh while he drove was delightful torture.

The way your cute ass squirmed in his seat as you obviously battled your arousal was almost too much. He had just barely held himself together to not fuck you into the ground right then and there on the side of the road.

But as much as he was eager he wanted to savor this. To take his time and really enjoy this moment. To fully expose yourselves to eachother. He wanted to last. To watch every expression. To hear every gasp and moan. To feel every pulse of hot pleasure. To ingrain every small detail into his processor. He wanted to mark your skin. A deep carnal desire to protect you and show what he had claimed as his. Daring anyone who dared to touch you.

You. Were. His.

The scent of arousal filling the air as he helped you free yourself of your shorts in his lap. Luminescent optics taking in every naked detail as you were fully disrobed in his lap. The soft lighting of his ship illuminating your features. Your glistening eyes lidded and cheeks flushed. Lips parted in anticipation. The soft rise and fall of your chest. He wanted to touch it all. Hungry servos explored your body. Cupping your supple breasts to firmly squeezing your bare thighs. He could feel your slick arousal dripping onto his modesty plating.

A gentle servo shifted to explore the area. As it came into contact with your wet plush folds you arched your back with a gasp. Drinking in your reaction he explored further. He pressed his finger against your entrance. Your arousal coating his finger as he slowly pushed it inside. You couldn't hold back the string of moans at his pleasureable exploration. He was practically fully pressurized behind his panel as your velvety walls perfectly molded around his digit. His spike just begging to feel those same warm slick walls molding around it. To feel you throb and writhe around him.

"Tell me what ya want. And I'll give it to ya." His deep voice rumbled in your ear. It dropped in an octave lower than normal that sent tingles up and down your spine, while more heat pooled in your abdomin. Your hips twitched in his lap. Your voice came out breathy as you begged him to fuck you senseless. Him slowly fingering you had you begging for more. The sounds of him slowly teasing you with his fingers inside your wet heat was sinfully erotic. Watching you made him come undone. Charge starting to build in his circuits.

He gently lifted you up and plunged back into a brusing kiss while the panels shifted away to let himself fully pressurize. You protested as he removed his fingers and used your slick to coat his spike. Even while slightly mass displaced he was huge compared to you.

Hearing panels shifting you moved away to look down to see his throbbing spike. Entrapped by all the different seams and ridges you wanted to explore more of the appendage. The biolights along the shaft giving off an ethereal glow.

You kneeled between his thighs as you swiped some of the fluids dripping your own slickened thighs and wrapped two hands around the hot metal. Letting your hands move from tip to base as you explored every inch of him. You could hear the creak of strained metal when he gripped the berth tightly at your teasing explorations. Hot vents coming out in quicker bursts and cooling systems kicking on.

Watching entrapped as lubricant started to bead at the tip. You delicately brought your tongue out to taste the viscous fluid. The groan he let out was music to your ears and only encouraged you further to try to suck on as much as you could fit in your mouth. You chanced a glance up to watch his expression. His lips parted as he desperately tried to cool his heated systems down. His hips twitching slightly with every suck.

"Frag babe you're killing me here." He hissed out, gripping the berth tighter. Any more and he might overload right there. His hips twitched and backstruts arched when you gave a few more good sucks before releasing him with a pop. Watching as a string of saliva stretched from your bottom lip to his weeping tip.

With a primal growl he lifted you up and softly dropped you on the berth. Pulling your hips close to the edge of where he stood.

He wasn't going to wait any longer to have you. His berth creaked with the change of weight distribution as he rubbed his spike against your dripping velvety folds. Teasingly pressing the tip if his spike against your opening. Coating it in your slick as he watched you try to buck and grind your hips against him. Hearing your soft moans as you tried to seek relief.

"Come on. Be a good girl and tell me what ya really want." He purred, slowly dragging the length of his spike against your over sensitive clit with a wet squelch.

"That's not fair!" You protested with a loud breathy whine. "I already told you!"

A deep sultry chuckle rumbled from him ad he watched the desperation build in your eyes. "I wanna hear you say it again."

You bit your lips as your eyes watered. The tension you felt was almost painful. You were desperate to feel him inside. "Jackie please!" You pleaded, "fuck me till I can't stand."

With no further explanation needed he pressed his spike past your plush folds. The immediate feeling of fullness as he slowly sunk into you till you bottomed out had you arching your back with a cry.

He couldn't hold back a moan as he felt your walls perfectly mold around his spike. The light fluttering almost sending him over the edge. Almost his entire length was hilted inside you before it seemed like you couldn't take much more. But it was perfect for him. It was taking everything he had not to start pounding into you. But you needed to adjust. He watched you carefully with gritted dentae making sure you weren't hurt. Waiting till you were ready before fucking your brains out. As he made sure you were ok he watched as his spike made a bulge in your belly. Your body adjusting to take his large size made him throb at the erotic sight. He couldn't get over how perfect you were in that moment. Your smaller body making room just for him. He wanted to fuck you senseless. To prove to everyone you were claimed. He pulled out halfway to thrust back into you. Plunging himself as deep as he could. The usual idle sounds of the jackhammer was being drowned out by your moans and the wet sounds of metal against skin.

Bent over your smaller form his lips met yours in a ravenous kiss while he set a brutal pace. You saw stars as he pounded into you. Your hands clawing at the berth, moving to the plating of his arms, then to his chassis. Desperately trying to find something to grip onto you as he made a mess of your drenched pussy.

One of his servos gripped your hips tightly. While the other tightly tangled in the hair at the base of your scalp. You were sure you would have little bruises where his fingers pressed into your tender flesh. But you couldn't be bothered. You wanted him to mark you. To leave the memory of your love on your skin. He released your swollen lips to nip at the junction between your neck and shoulder. Peppering the sensitive area with kisses and love bites while his hips snapped up against yours. "Ya like that don't ya." He murmured in your ear as he adjusted you. Spreading your legs wider while rolling his hips into yours making his spike grind against all the right places. You could only let out a low needy whine in response. Mind too hazy to form a coherent sentence at the blind pleasure that coursed through every nerve.

He trailed his glossia apologetically over the fresh marks that he made. Watching you intensely as building charge ran over his super heated frame. He was so close, and by the way your head was tossed back. Mouth open as cries and moans tumbled past your lips he could tell you were also at your limit. That fire in your veins building as you neared your climax. Every thrust bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Are you ready babe? I want you to take every last bit of the load I'm about to fill you with." His voice rumbled through you and shot straight to your core. His thrusts getting more sloppy and uncoordinated.

"Ahn Jackie i- i-.." you cried out as your orgasm crashed over you. Your body shaking and eyes watering at the intensity that raced through your whole body. Your walls clamping around him and drawing him even further inside. "Primus babe-!" He let out a strangled groan. His hips feverishly snapping into yours as his spike pulsed and throbbed. Pumping hot thick ropes of transfluid into your pulsing channel.

He stayed hilted, giving a few shallow thrusts as you milked his throbbing spike of all that it could give. Your belly even rounder as you took the full amount of his overload.

He held you close. Pulling you on top while still wrapped around his spike. Murmuring how well you took him and his load as he rubbed your back. A thick knot at the base of his spike keeping all the fluids locked inside of you.

The overwhelming fullness coupled with the intensity of your orgasm had you spent. Sleepily you rested against him as he kept you nestled in his embrace. Looking up into his shining optics that overflowed with different warm emotions.

"Ya did great babe. You were amazing." He spoke gently as he brushed some of your hair out of your eyes.

You smiled and gave a small giddy laugh before you sighed content. "Not as amazing as you."

He gave you a soft smile as you started to drift off asleep while resting against his chassis. This could definitely be your new normal.

[child-of-the-nights]

Could u please do some domestic Aro Volturi headcanons?🥰 thx

Absolutely! ^^

A/N: The mate is human in this one but let me know if you'd like a vampire mate version.

TW: None

Domestic Aro Volturi Headcanons

~Reader is gender neutral~

Since vampires don't require food, cooking isn't something Aro does. Now, I do believe that The Volturi has some human staff outside the secretaries. In fact, I think that there are some cooks in the palazzo and they serve food for the secretaries (kind of in a 'free lunch' way).

But if Aro's mate insisted on wanting to cook, who was he to deny it? If he had the time, he would even linger around to see what they are making. Aro has seen thousands of minds and has useful information tucked away in his own. That includes some tips and tricks on cooking.

I fully believe he would help them out with something if they asked him to. He would ask for a favor in return of course, but that's a story for another day.

His mate struck gold with this ancient vampire when it comes to domestic stuff. Why? Because Aro is curious about MANY things.

So when it comes to his mate doing something to keep themselves busy while Aro is working, he would be delighted to hear them ramble about it. Crocheting? Oh yes, he had seen some people do that. Redecorating their room? Aro would love to help them with ideas if they cannot decide on something. Whatever it is, he is ready to share his opinion.

Whenever he is free, he likes to take his mate to his private library. Now, I'm not saying Aro is a hoarder, but he kind of is. As a result, his mate should expect to find a wide variety of books on various domestic themes. After all, who wouldn't want to learn about the ancient art of tea-making?

He also loves fashion and had tried out most trends. What I'm saying is that Aro would love to share his clothes with his mate if given the chance. Heck, he would even dress them up himself if they let him.

What Aro would most appreciate is if his mate could provide him with new information. He just wants to know everything, regardless of what it is about. I mean, with his mind reading ability, it's not that difficult for him to find it out, but he just loves hearing them say it.

When it comes to sleeping, he usually stays by their side until they are asleep. If he doesn't have too much work, that is. If he has time, he would read to them or cuddle with them. He finds dreams to be incredibly fascinating and would enjoy watching them like "movies".

Aro would never expect his mate to clean their room because they have staff for that as well, but if they insisted, he would gladly let them. His eyesight is far superior to that of a human, so they can expect some snarky remarks about how they missed a spot. But it's only a joke. Aro actually enjoys listening to his partner singing their favorite song while tidying the room up. He would never make them feel bad about themselves.

Gardening, on the other hand, is bittersweet for Aro. His sister used to garden a lot, and it reminds him of those times. Nevertheless, he offers advice to his partner when they ask for it. While they are working, Aro might even share some interesting tales about his sister. He gently reminds them to respect his sister's work, or more precisely, what's left of it. For everyone's sake.

Overall, I think he's a great mate to have when it comes to domestic things.

[thatdeadaquarius]

When I’m playing genshin, I’m mostly listening to either Paternity Court, or Steve Wilkos. Imagine the characters hearing all of the stuff and being so scandalized by the results and comments. Or being genuinely disgusted and heartbroken for the victims in more serious cases. I can def see a good chunk of them being invested

I don’t think I’ve listened to those yet! I do occasionally get on a true crime binge listen, however the weirdest thing my characters have heard has gotta be Game Grumps episodes or compilations lol

What if i listened to every season of Buzzfeed Unsolved.

What would we do then my Genshin characters, my people, what then.

I saw someone else write about this true crime documentary thing but they described everyone being pretty terrified or disgusted by the podcasts

Which I definitely think some would be literally horrified lmao

But also I think a lot of them definitely would be invested-

I mean shit,

you're listening to your God and they just start playing this like uncomfortably detailed intricate crime case/murder report???

I would be so interested in what kind of person they were, and why they were listening to true crime stuff, 

so needless to say characters like Heizou and Yelan would definitely be into it, maybe Kujou Sara as well?

I can see Zhongli getting into it too and Raiden

I mean don't get me wrong plenty would be disturbed

like rest in peace Barbara 🙏

but like it would be fascinating to them too!!

cuz they don't know anything about our world so they could learn a lot about it thru listening to this stuff

tho it probably cause a lot of confusion whenever they hear things like phone or computer or car lol

you know stuff that hasn't been invented yet for them or there is no equivalent, but they

would deffo interrogate u about ur world when u get to Teyvat

♤

okay but on a more silly motherfucker note-

what if I was playing Game Grumps around them lol, would they be like oh my God our Creator has the best comedians or hilarious friends

like you know how a king has jesters? 😭

I feel like they would think that instead of a recording definitely, especially because most of these things are just people talking and not like, a speech or something

because audio recordings could exist for them, they would probably get it in concept, they do have Ley lines that do that afterall (and now Kameras)

♧

Omg,

oh no, would they think that you're getting these reports in person??  Or even like your SOLVING all these crimes?? 

esp bc I know myself and I tend to sometimes be talking to Genshin characters like,

"damn that's how he got arrested? How stupid he could've blah blah blah i sound like a hardened cop playing a gacha game lmao blah blah...."

it'd be so funny to see that one play out

when u get whisked away to teyvat and Heizou and Yelan are just:

"oh my God can you help us with all these cases we love your mind, or get your servants to help us?"

THEY WOULDNT EVEN BELIEVE U IF U TRIED TO BE LIKE "no no please ur the professionals idk wtf im doing guys-"

Heizou/Yelan: 🤨🤨

"likely story Most Honorable God, but we heard quite the fascinating theories just last week before u descended, hmmm...."

u cant win, 

honestly everyone would probably just assume ur not only the god who created/built teyvat but also have a domain in justice, comedy or honestly whatever u be playing all the time, including music, people would definitely think ur a music god too

esp if ur like me and u just turn on a cool Spotify playlist while u play sometimes, like they've probably never heard so many radically different genres songs, and so many back to back

(could definitely see a myth about u having an immortal inexhaustible musician band that has access to all the songs of the universe that u make them play for you, once again, would be hard to deny bc that's a pretty accurate description of spotify lol)

♡

srry abt my ✨️ass writing✨️ anon!!

I am getting to these old asks so late I hope u guys r alright with getting answered so late, ya boy has been busy 

Im busy partially bc i have a end of year art exhibition!

Basically at my university, if ur an art major, u have to have some of ur best work from ur time at university and display it in a Senior year art exhibition in the university's art museum! Its super cool! And stressful! :D!!

Anyway im so happy i have no object permanence bc everytime i open my drafts or my inbox, even the old asks :( , are  a new surprise every time :D lmao

Safe Travels,

💀♒️

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist

[pokemenlovingmen]

Could I request some headcannons of the ScarVi boys with an agender s/o who struggles a lot with dissociation and stuff? Like maybe how they’d comfort them. Preferably it/its and nym/nyms pronouns please. I personally don’t like being seen as super human due to how often I dissociate if that gives any ideas for writing.

Hello~ so sorry for how long this took. Life has been. A lot. I don't know how much use of pronouns I'll have since I generally write in the second person but I'll do my best! I also have issues with dissociation, but not a lot, so I hope I represent things as best as I can for you. I know everyone's dissocciation manifests differently as well as what helps, some folks need to be put into a lot of activity while others need isolation for a bit, at least from my experience, so I just want to represent all I can. :)

Also if I left anyone out you were looking for please let me know! There's a lotta guys so I left out a few, you said "boys" so I went with the academy guys.

ScarVio Boys x Agender S/O Who Dissocciates!

Arven

🥪 - Arven is definitely a little confused when you first dissocciate around him. First he's worried it's something he did. Then he's worried you're sick or something. So he doesn't handle it super well the first time it happens. But once he realizes what's going on he falls into a rhythm.

🥪 - He's always incredibly communicative but tries to keep himself from grilling you with questions. He handles things with a fair bit of caution as he gradually gets a feel of what dissocciating looks like for you and what you need.

🥪 - Arven always has your back when it comes to your needs. He makes sure you're well-fed and hydrated. If you can't bring yourself to cook for yourself, of course he's going to be doing it for you. (And speaking from personal experience god wouldn't that be the best)

🥪 - Mabosstiff is always hanging out with you too. Sometimes Arven will help guide your hands through the Pokemon's long, coarse fur as a grounding device. Or if you need a lot of sensory input to help, he can also totally just let Mabosstiff jump on you and lick you half to death.

🥪 - He gets restless when there's not something he can do for you at all times and he needs to take time to learn sometimes the best thing he can do to help is just sit with you in silence. Though, occasionally, he'll ask if you'd feel better if he talks. He'd talk for hours if it meant helping bring you down to Earth.

Giacomo

🔈 - Music is one of the best grounding tools and you can bet your ass Giacomo is using every last bit of his musical knowledge and gear to help you.

🔈 - He gets you your own pair of custom headphones, whatever kind you want, one of those types that have noise cancelling you can switch on and off if you're dissocciating for reasons of being overwhelmed.

🔈 - He puts together all the very playlists of all your favorite songs, organized by vibe ofc.

🔈 - And if you need it he'd be happy to share an earbud with you if you need the one-on-one connection of listening to music together.

🔈 - If you're in a public space he's also very swift and on the spot with getting you somewhere calm to decompress.

🔈 - He doesn't really have many words for you, but he'll squeeze your hand and remind you with gentle touches that you're here, and so is he.

Atticus

🧵 - If talking helps guide you through dissocciation, he's probably the one for you. You ask, and he'll just sit next to you and wax poetry for hours. It can help if you're someone who just needs words or conversation, it doesn't matter what the content is.

🧵 - If what you need is a quiet place to come back down to earth he'll whisk you to the very best right away. He has some good spots he finds ideal for meditation that he finds would be ideal.

🧵 - Atticus has lots of little one-on-one activities he offers to do with you. He'll paint your nails, let you try things on or model for him, even just hold up a sleeve of one of his current projects for him to stitch.

🧵 - Or if you need him to just sit next to you in silence, he can do that too. Or if you need him completely gone he'll leave you alone for as long as you need. I think Atticus understands better than most what you might need and to be patient with you, and he never takes your distance personally if it needs to happen.

🧵 - He can also put together some kind of garment like a sweater or hoodie that's sensory-friendly and he will take every last one in your preferences into account. Colors, weight, length, especially material, if you ever make a request expect it to be followed to a T.

🧵 - No matter what it is, if there's one thing you can be sure of it's that Atticus will be patient.

[multifandomhaven]

Part II

TW: Mentions of animal neglect/abuse (nothing violent or descriptive - my heart can't take it). Also, I'm trying to get this as close to reality as possible, but I am in no way a doctor/veterinarian. Please, please, please don't use this as a guide for helping any animal.

I proofread this as best as I could (it's cross-posted as a fanfic so I changed MC's name to Y/N) so there might be an inconsistency(ies?) that I missed!

Y/N woke to the trilling song of a blue jay that had nested on the ledge of her window. The smooth chirps and whistles provided her a sense of peace, for when she heard it she knew she was safe in her cozy apartment. Standing on her toes she peeked into the ledge outside her window, as she did every morning, eagerly awaiting the small, blue eggs to hatch.

She yawned and stretched, rising from her bed. She straightened her t-shirt as best she could - there was no hope for the wrinkles. After she brushed her teeth and slipped on her fuzzy slippers she closed the bedroom door behind her. The warm, morning light streamed through the window by her barely-ever-used dining table.

She poured herself a bowl of cereal and sat down, pulling her laptop out to begin her day. There was an email from Mari, her favorite tech.

I know you're on leave and I'm not supposed to bother you, but we've got a cat and it's not looking good for him. A black and white stray, male. He looks like he's been through the wringer, Y/N. Animal control brought him in, and found him in a dumpster.

Y/N reread the email a few times before she clicked the attached video. The cat, obviously malnourished, bared its teeth and hissed at the person behind the camera, but didn't try to defend himself. He was tired, scared, and very sick.

Y/N frowned around her bite of food, her fingers darting over the keyboard as she typed out her response.

Give me an hour.

"Morning," John crooned from the doorway, his voice still thick with sleep. Y/N glanced up noting that he was already dressed and ready for the day. She gave him a small, forced smile as she read the email Mari sent back - saying that they'd be waiting for her.

Y/N sighed softly, her eyes drifting from her screen to John's eyes.

"What is it?" John asked.

Y/N's frown deepened and she placed her computer on the table. "I got an email saying that we have an abused animal at the office. I need to go make sure he's okay - see if he can be rehabilitated or if he needs to..." she trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence. Of course, she'd had many animals that she'd had to put to sleep, but never did it get any easier, "rest."

"You've not been cleared to go back to the office," John reminded her stiffly. "You're still healing, and we've yet to find who ordered the attack on you."

"I can't let him suffer if he doesn't have a chance of making it," Y/N argued, her brows furrowed. "I won't stay, I swear. I'll assess him, see what needs to be done, and come home."

John sighed deeply and stared at her as if he were weighing her words, and then gave a single nod. "Only him."

A little while later, when they arrived at the office, Y/N was taken back to where the bi-colored cat lay. He was sedated, and connected to a drip to give him a little extra hydration. Tears burned her eyes and she sniffed, trying to contain them as she looked over the animal - he was thin, critically so. His fur was faded-looking and dirty. One of the techs was cleaning and wrapping a wound on his back leg.

"He was found in a dumpster," Mari reiterated from over her shoulder. Y/N noticed how the tech's gaze settled on her own still-healing bruised eye, but she ignored it. Mari didn't comment on it, instead, she continued to fill her in on the cat's condition. "He's a little on the wild side, Doc."

Y/N nodded as she listened, her heart squeezed in her chest. She couldn't help but feel like it was destiny that brought this creature to her at this exact moment. She took a deep breath to settle her emotions. "He needs a high-protein, high-fat diet supplemented with some vitamins for a few weeks." She ran her hand through his fur softly, her fingers roving over every one of his pronounced ribs. "But, all things considered, he seems like he'd be okay to be fostered."

Mari nodded, writing in his chart. "Okay. Have you heard from any of our fosters? Know anyone who's able to take him in?"

"Yeah," Y/N said softly, her eyes flicking from the cat to John, who stood out of the way in the back of the room, but always watching. She gently stroked the cat's side and looked back down at him sadly. "I'm gonna take him home with me. Get him fed and tamed down a bit. We can give this guy a new life, I'm sure of it."

"Y/N." Mari furrowed her brows. "Are you sure? I know you have a lot going on right now..."

Y/N tore her eyes from the cat, pinning Mari with a look. "I'm taking him with me. Find a carrier and a cone while I prepare him for the ride."

"Okay, okay..." Mari sighed, obviously wanting to protest, but she kept it to herself.

Y/N carefully took the IV out of the cat's leg and bandaged it as gently as she could. It was just Y/N and John in the room now. Y/N allowed her shoulders to fall as she looked back down at the battered creature on the table. "Poor little guy."

John sighed and stepped fully into the room, his hands clasped behind his back. He was looking at her, concern clear on his face. "You sure about this?"

Y/N nodded and carefully wiped at her healing eye as tears threatened to fall. "I can handle it."

"I don't doubt it," John agreed softly, giving her upper arm a gentle squeeze. "You'll fix him up."

"Yeah," Y/N agreed quietly. "He'll be okay."

Later that evening Y/N sat on the sofa with John, both of them watching the crate the cat was in. He had begun to rouse, stretching and mewling as he looked around the new environment. Y/N smiled and moved to crouch in front of the crate. She knelt, smiling softly as the cat bared its teeth at her, hissing.

"You're okay, buddy," Y/N cooed softly. "You're safe."

Curled up in the back of the crate, the cat watched her. His large, green eyes were trained on her, his head followed her as she went to the kitchen and brought back some food for him. She opened the can up and put some of the medicine she'd gotten for him on top. The smell wrinkled Y/N's nose, but she stirred it up anyway.

She opened the door, not even flinching as the cat started hissing and swatting at her hand.

"Y/N," John warned her.

"He's just scared." She told him as she pushed the bowl closer to the cat. The cat sniffed as it caught a whiff of the food. She shut the door to the cage and sat back on her knees, watching him intently.

He kept his eyes on her as he ate quickly, mewling with every bite. Once he was done he went back to the corner of the crate and laid back down.

Y/N's heart broke as she watched him. She couldn't help but wonder if this poor creature had ever known love.

Days passed and little by little Y/N had managed to worm her way into the cat's heart. She had several scratches on her hands and a bite mark or two, but she didn't let it deter her. Instead, it made her want to work harder.

"Clover," she sang softly, opening the door to his crate. She placed his bowl of food outside the cage and sat beside it, watching as he slowly emerged. He looked around the room, spotting the litter box Y/N had put just off to the side. "Come on, buddy," she encouraged him gently.

She pushed the bowl just a bit closer to him, hoping to entice him. Wary, he inched closer, his eyes never leaving her. He bent down and began to lap up the food. Y/N held back the noise of happiness that worked its way up her throat. She bit back her smile and slowly reached out, gently stroking his back.

He startled and ran back into his crate.

"Okay, okay," Y/N cooed and held her hand up in defense. She stood quietly by the door and watched him creep back over to his food. She felt John's presence looming at her back.

"He's cross with you, isn't he?" John asked with a huff. "He hasn't looked away."

"Well, he didn't scratch or bite me this time," she reminds him with a huff of laughter. "That's a step in the right direction."

[mondothebombo]

Mondo 👉👈 could you explain all the ways you connect the song Home to Wytyaa?…. Like Important Lyrics. I have been listening to it a lot and I need to know for reasons. :)

oli you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for someone to ask this. all the lyrics are technically important, and i may or may not have storyboarded scenes to this song in my head lmaooo. i’ve been wanting to talk abt this for SO FUCKING LONG so here we go!!!

Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love but I guess

This avoids the stress of falling out of it

jay doubting whether nya actually wants to be with him or if she’s just pitying him, when he wakes up from passing out in chap 6

Are you tired of me yet?

I'm a little sick right now but I swear

When I'm ready I will fly us out of here

this is jay noticing the others are getting worried and him sitting with all his bad thoughts, also as him talking to nya, kinda like “once i get my shit together and get over this, i’ll make things better”

I'll cut my hair

To make you stare

jay and nya both subtly subconsciously changing their appearances to separate themselves from what happened

I'll hide my chest

And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here

jay hiding his scars and trying to ignore everything for nya’s sake, intending to keep his promise of fixing his mistakes

Turn off your porcelain face

jays facade dropping and the others getting progressively more worried

I can't really think right now in this place

cole confronting jay abt his scars and jay getting overstimulated he lashes out

There's too many colors enough to drive all of us insane

jay freaking out when he gets high from the pain meds and yelling at kai for touching him the day after alec breaks his wrist

Are you dead?

jay seeing nya’s dead body when he looks at her

Sometimes I think I'm dead

jay/nya feeling the phantom pains

'Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head

jay hearing nadakhan’s and the pirates voices in his head

But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet

jay having that dream

My eyes went dark

nya finding out abt the SA

I don't know where

My pupils are

jay looking in the mirror and hating his eye/scars

But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here

again, jay trying to be ok for nya

Get a load of this monster

He doesn't know how to communicate

this is most definitely jay thinking his friends hate him while he’s alone on the ship

His mind is in a different place

jay spacing out during scrap n tap, thinking of how the others see him

Will everybody please give him a little bit of space

transition back to him training with lloyd the day after he resets time and freaking out, accidentally hurting lloyd in the process

Get a load of this train-wreck

His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet

this is him stuck in the memories and believing everything nadakhan and the pirates said abt him, hallucinating and seeing nadakhan at random times

But little do we know, the stars

Welcome him with open arms

slowly fades to the present, where the others keep trying to prove they love him

Time is

nya and jay having the conversation where she talks abt the extent of her trauma

Slowly

jay and nya laughing together while lightly training in the middle of the night

Tracing his face

their talk w wu when he says he’s proud of them

But strangely he feels at home in this place

and finally, the last scene of chapter 7, where jay and nya come and sit with the others after their talk w wu, and jay finally cries with relief as he cuddles w the others

i hope i explained this well enough, please feel free to ask me if anything needs clarification :D

[enjoythesilentworld]

Simon’s Month - Purple (Rain)

day 7! @youngroyals-events

Through the power of Prince, Simon tries to pull a prince. Well, an ex-prince.

read below or on ao3 (1.2k, T)

Simon keeps glancing over at him from across the pub. Of course he does, how can he not? The ex-prince is beautiful, but it’s also the fifth time he’s been to this pub while Simon’s performing and he’s still yet to make a move. Though Simon has caught him staring dozens of times now, they’ve not exchanged one word. It definitely won’t be Simon who starts it now. Not only would flirting with royalty (even former royalty) go against every moral standing of his sixteen-year-old self, it’s become a sort of game now. How many times will he catch the little prince looking tonight?

Maybe, Simon thinks, if he performs a song that makes the first move, invites over the pretty man with the cheekbones and the auburn hair through the lyrics, then it doesn’t really count, and technically he still won.

Turning to his guitarist for the evening (a young guy named Sock, was it? Simon really needs to find a new pub; he’s tired of these poser punk types with their five-hundred dollar ripped black jeans and 4-karat nose piercings), Simon asks, “You know anything off Purple Rain?”

Sock stares blankly up at him, guitar pick dangling loosely from his lip.

“You know… the Prince album?”

There’s more blank staring.

“Are you kidding?” Simon huffs.

From over Sock’s shoulder, the drummer, Manny, shakes their head in disappointment. “Ignore him, he’s an idiot. Which song are you thinking?”

Relieved that at least one from his band has some taste in music, he holds out both hands, reaching for Sock’s guitar. “Give me that. No, just take five for this song. This is punishment for not knowing Prince.” Simon watches Sock’s eyes flick over to the corner of the pub where he knows that other prince is sitting, and it makes him even more astonished. “Not that prince. Goddamnit, Sock, just go out back and listen to some Prince, okay? The music artist, Prince. I beg you.”

Ignorant kid out of his sight, and electric guitar in hand, Simon turns back to his drummer and bassist to plan.

A few minutes later, they take the stage.

As Manny bangs out the introduction, Simon lets his eyes roam over the crowd. He can see a few older folk who’ve already recognized the song, and that makes him smile. For now, he keeps his eyes away from the ex-prince, focusing on arranging his fingers on the fretboard of the guitar.

In his head, he counts himself in, then he finds Wilhelm’s eyes in the crowd and begins to sing.

I can't disguise the pounding of my heart

It beats so strong

It's in your eyes what can I say

They turn me on

At this distance, and with the few weak lights pointed at the stage, it’s hard to read his face. He’s definitely looking back at Simon, though.

As Simon starts the next verse, he watches, pleased, as Wilhelm stands off his stool at the bar and moves closer to the small stage.

I don't care where we go

I don't care what we do

I don't care pretty baby

Just take me with u

Closer now, Simon can see that the man has clearly made an effort to step away from his royal past, what with his baggy pants and loose graphic tee. But, somehow, he still looks a little too perfect. His smudged eyeliner is messy, but in a purposeful way. His hair, longer than it used to be (Simon only knows because the gossip rags won’t stop reminiscing on the old, pre-abdication days), is clearly silky and well taken care of. While his fingers skim over the chords, Simon imagines what it’d be like to run his fingers through that hair, to mess that eyeliner up further.

Come on and touch the place in me

That's calling out your name

We want each other oh so much

Why must we play this game?

There’s a small smile on Wilhelm’s face now. He knows this performance is for him, knows Simon is calling him out. And he seems to like it.

Don't care where we go

I don't care what we do

I don't care pretty baby

Just take me with u

Simon doesn’t point directly at him, it’s more of a general point out at the audience. Wilhelm just happens to be right in the center, right in the line of where Simon’s finger directs. Anyway, Simon hasn’t been coy, he’s been staring directly at him, singing directly to Wilhelm this whole time. If anything, the pub and its usuals have probably been watching them dance around each other for weeks.

I don't care if we spend the night at your mansion

I don't care if we spend the night on the town

All I want is 2 spend the night together

All I want is 2 spend the night in your arms

Surely he doesn’t still live in a castle anymore, but even without his titles, there’s no way Wilhelm isn’t filthy rich.

Simon can compromise on a few more of his morals, though, if it means going home with the man, if it means having those long fingers wrapped around his neck, rather than the neck of a glass.

Wilhelm takes a swig of his drink, eyes locked on Simon over the rim, and Simon knows he has him.

To be around u is so-oh right

You're sheer perfection (thank u)

Drive me crazy, drive me all night

Just don't break up the connection

He sings through the last repeats of the chorus, his smirk growing now that Wilhelm’s nearly reached the stage, and he can see the look in his eyes, can see he knows exactly what Simon’s doing.

Just take me with u

Oh won't u take me with u

Honey take me with u

Wilhelm remains seated at the table closest to the tiny stage for the rest of Simon’s set, and if Simon throws in a few more flirty songs, a few extra winks, so what?

When he returns from packing the instruments in the back room, though, Wilhelm has disappeared from the room. Simon tries not to groan out loud in frustration. He shouldn’t be surprised, really, that even after so many weeks and so many longing glances, royal expectations and tradition must die hard.

At the bar, he orders a rum and coke and shoots the bartender a glare when she gives him a look. He takes one sip, then pushes it away, disgusted by the taste.

Technically, he’s got another set in an hour, but he’s not really feeling up to it anymore. Maybe he’ll scan the bar again and see if anyone else strikes his fancy. Better to go home with some other pretty stranger than no one at all.

“Can I buy you another?”

Suppressing a startled jump, Simon takes his time turning to the source of the voice next to him. He props his head on his fist and looks through lazy, half-open eyes at the ex-prince, leaning on the bar beside him. Wilhelm looks slightly awkward, nervous, but the look in his eyes is sure, and the intensity with which he stares at Simon makes something stir in his core.

“I thought you’d left,” Simon says casually, turning back towards the bar, but keeping his body half-tilted towards Wilhelm.

The man clears his throat. “I’d be an idiot to leave after that.”

Simon lets a small smile grow on his face, then looks over his shoulder, brown eyes meeting brown.

“Simon.” He holds out a hand.

The pretty man takes Simon’s hand in a warm grip.

“Wille.”

“Nice to meet you, Wille.” Simon smirks, “Are you a fan of Prince, then?”

Wille bites his lip, then leans forward slightly, Simon’s hand still gripped in his. “I’m a fan of you.”

[acenolee]

BTS Reaction To Hearing You Singing

Not a request but I've been thinking about writing something like this because I haven't been able to stop vibing to BTS's songs lately and someone walked in on me - 🤦🏽‍♀️

Seokjin

“Do you want to listen to music?” Seokjin asked as he passed you the cutting board, a knife, and some salt. “I have a playlist on my phone.”

The two of you had decided to go all out on cooking dinner tonight - for no particular reason - and Seokjin was starting to feel exhausted from the sheer amount of topics you could bring up in just under thirty minutes or so.

So now he was suggesting music in a hopes that it would get you to focus more on cooking rather than striking up a thousand different conversations.

You shook your head. “Not really.” But then you paused and glanced at your boyfriend, whose face was inscrutable. “Well if you really want to it’s fine.”

He shrugged indifferently. "Let's just focus on dinner."

Nodding, you brandished the carrots and set them on the cutting board, beginning to slice them up into 2-3 pieces. A relaxing silence fell over the both of you as you concentrated. However Seokjin's mind had wandered to his career as he watched you cut up the carrots, and he found himself subconsciously humming along to a few of his songs before he finally couldn't bear the silence any longer.

"How about I sing?" Jin eventually suggested.

You nearly dropped the knife in shock, jerking your head towards Seokjin whose eyes had taken a somewhat distant - almost wistful - look to them. You'd asked him to sing for you many times before, but he usually rejected it in fear of overusing his voice. But now that he was the one suggesting it, you couldn't hide your excitement.

"Really?"

"Really."

Seokjin smiled when you nodded eagerly and started to sing Life Goes On. "오늘도 비가 내릴 것 같아, 흠뻑 젖어버렸네, 아직도 멈추질 않아~"

Jin's enchanting voice floated through the kitchen and you closed your eyes briefly, taking a few minutes to appreciate his lovely vocals. And then you also joined in, singing along quietly. You'd never sung in front of him before - you were far to shy to do that - but when Seokjin sung it was like there was some irresistible instinct to join in as well.

"끝이 보이지 않아, 출구가 있긴 할까?" You hummed quietly, and Seokjin paused upon hearing you sing a few more verses with him, surprised at just how gorgeous your singing voice sounded. "발이 떼지질 않아, 않아, oh."

You looked at him in surprise upon realizing that he stopped singing and was watching you. "Why'd you stop?"

A huge grin spread across his face. "You didn't tell me that you could sing jagi. You sounded so beautiful."

Blushing, you turned your head away. "It was nothing."

"It was certainly something." Seokjin insisted, putting his elbow on the counter and tipping his head towards you. "You sounded like an angel~"

"Jinnie~" You whined. "Stop it, you know compliments make me shy."

"But it's true!" He said, coming over to kiss your head and brush the hair from your eyes. "A princess like you only deserves to hear the truth."

Giggling shyly, you shook your head and mumbled thank you. Seokjin was beaming - either because he enjoyed seeing you so flustered or because he was still gushing over your voice, you couldn't tell.

After a while, when you two had returned to cooking, Seokjin asked, "Why haven't you sung for me before?"

"I was too nervous." You answered.

"Aww you're just the cutest thing aren't you!" He poked your cheeks with the most affection smile ever, causing you to redden.

"You have to sing for me more often." He declared. "I need to hear your voice more often - it's like a serotonin boost."

"I don't know..."

He grabbed your hands and tugged you closer, pouting a bit. "Please jagi?"

You hesitated before nodding. "Alright."

Seokjin broke into the cutest smile ever and did a little celebratory dance. "We can sing DNA together - how does that sound?"

"Good." You said, but then he added with a playful - but mischievous smirk,

"You're doing the majority of the verses," Before you could protest, he brought his finger to your lips. "And I'm getting a video of you."

"Hey-"

Seokjin was already reaching for his phone. "C'mon you said you'd do it. How am I going to pass up on such an opportunity to hear you, beautiful?"

Yoongi

"Trust me jagi, you're going to do just fine." Yoongi reassured you, noticing just how nervous you'd become.

He'd finally convinced you too rap some of his lines in Daechwita. Yes, they were difficult but he knew that you were more than capable of rapping to his level - he'd come home on several occasions to overhearing you rap to either his songs or another artist's.

He didn't let it show but he was very excited that you'd agreed - he could hardly sit still in his chair. He'd wanted to ask you to rap for him much sooner but knowing just how shy you could be, he'd waited until you were more comfortable around him.

"Are you sure?" You asked nervously, biting your nails. Yoongi quickly grabbed your hand and pulled it away from your face so you would stop biting and nodded. "I'm sure princess, you can do it. Here, I'll even turn around if it helps. And I'll give you all the time you need."

"Okay."

Doing as he'd promised, Yoongi turned around and waited for you to begin rapping. Glancing up from the sheet he'd given you, you studied the back of his chair for a couple of seconds to make sure he wasn't peeking.

"대취타 대취타 자 울려라 대취타, 대취타 대취타 자 울려라 대취타, 대취타 대취타 자 울려라 대취타." You rapped the first couple of verses. Although Yoongi felt like he was going to explode with excitement upon hearing your voice, he remained silent. "대취타 대취타 자 울려라 대취타, 빛이 나 빛이 나 내 왕관이 빛이 나, 잊지 마 잊지 마 지난 날을 잊지 마."

He hummed along quietly and pulled out his phone to record you. Of course he wouldn't tell you but he was definitely going to send this to Bangtan. He would keep it on repeat when you weren't in the house with him and would listen to it on tour whenever he was missing you or felt anxious.

As you continued rapping, you began to feel more and more confident, and as you entered the last few verses, you could practically feel Yoongi's pride floating around the studio. "I'm a king, I'm a boss, 다 알잖아 내 이름, 입만 산 새끼들, 당장 놈의 목을 쳐."

"대취타 대취타 자 울려라 대취타." You finished with a small pant and looked up as you heard some shuffling. Yoongi stopped recording and spun around, his eyes glowing with pride. “Was it okay?”

“It was wonderful jagi.” Yoongi said, his adorable gummy smile on full display. “You’ve gotten do this for me more often.”

You nodded sheepishly. “Okay.”

Yoongi brightened and beckoned you over. When you complied, he pulled you into his lap and smiled at you, ruffling your hair a bit and chuckling. The two of you didn’t need words to communicate - it was already clear what was being said.

“Will you do a duet with me?” He suddenly asked, surprising you.

“W-with you?” You stammered, and Yoongi nodded in confirmation. “I-I don’t know…”

Yoongi pouted. “Pleaseee?” He drawled out.

Yoongi wasn’t really one to beg, but he so wanted to do a rap duet with you that he was willing to do just about anything.

“Okay fine.” You eventually agreed, much to your boyfriend’s excitement.

The next few hours were spent with Yoongi getting you more comfortable singing and rapping around him. And when you finally didn’t feel shy anymore and you’d practiced with him, he was all up in your face getting lots of videos of you rapping, much to your horror.

“Don’t hide from the camera jagi~”

“You never told me you were going to record me!”

Yoongi sighed and shook his head.“Tsk, you really should’ve anticipated this baby.”

Hoseok

“아 지금 바로 딱 갈게요, 제발 집엔 보내지 마세요~”

Hoseok practically leaped out of bed upon hearing your voice float in from the living room. He was both shocked and delighted as he scrambled to a halt in the hallway that led to the living room, slapping a hand over his mouth with a wide smile sprewding across his face as your voice rang clearly throughout the apartment.

You were busy doing some spring cleaning, subconsciously singing Run BTS as you worked. As you turned around to reach for another rag, you trailed off in surprise upon seeing Hobi standing in the hallway watching you with the biggest smile you’d ever seen.

He looked so cute like that; and you fought the urge to run over and start to tease him about it.

“Hi Hobi.” You said, letting the rag drop to the ground. “What’s up?”

Hobi stared for a couple more seconds before he finally looked down, seeming suddenly very shy.

“I’ve never heard you sing before.” Hobi replied quietly, looking up to meet your gaze with sparkling eyes. “You should’ve told me what a pretty voice you have. And you were signing one of our songs-you sounded amazing jagi.”

You smiled and walked over, wrapping him in a hug as he opened his arms and buried your face into the crook of his neck. Partly to hide your own embarrassment but also because he just looked so damn adorable - it was hard not to want to hug him and smother him in kisses.

“Thanks baby~”

The two of you stood in the living room for a while, wrapped up in each others arms and just taking a moment to appreciate each other. Hobi closed his eyes, and ran his fingers through your hair, thinking about taking a video of you singing to send to Bangtan so he could brag to them about his baby being able to sing.

“Will you continue?” Hobi eventually asked, desperate to hear more of your angelic voice. When you said maybe later because you wanted to finish up cleaning, he practically got on the floor and pleaded with you, promising to sing with you. “Please please Y/N? Your voice is so beautiful I want to hear more of it!”

You giggled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and proceeded to start offering up a list of more things he’d do in order to get you to sing for him. “Okay okay! Calm down love, you don’t need to do anything but just let me sing and finish cleaning, hmm?”

And Hobi’s entire face lit up and he eagerly nodded. “Yes yes, whatever you want.”

Laughing, you then picked up the rag you dropped and asked Hobi for a beat, and then began to sing. The entire time Hobi’s was a ball of joy, squealing with joy whenever you covered his lines and clapping frantically and showering you with compliments at the end of each song. And you better believe he got the video of you and sent it straight to Bangtan, taking every opportunity to prove to the members how amazing your vocal skills were.

Namjoon

“Jooniee.” You whined, wrapping your arms around the stubborn Namjoon who wouldn’t budge from his chair and tried to physically hoist him him out of the seat to no avail. “C’mon take a break - you’re going to overwork yourself.”

Namjoon let out an exasperated breath and pushed you away lightly, trying to concentrate on what he’d been working on. Although he wouldn’t admit it, he found your whining to be very adorable and incredibly infuriating - it tore at his heart to ignore your precious pleading.

“I’ll take a break in ten minutes.” He promised, taking his gaze off the computer screen for just a moment to look into your eyes.

“That’s what you’ve been saying for the past twenty.” You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.

He sighed softly. “I know jagi but I have to work on this. It’s important. I’ll be in the living in just a few - alright? And then we can cuddle and do whatever you want.”

Dissatisfied, you turned and left his office without saying anything, the disappointment evident on your face. Namjoon felt incredibly guilty as he turned to work on the track, trying to push your pouty face from his mind.

But so god help him - it was nearly impossible.

“Aish, Y/N’s going to be the death of me.” Namjoon muttered to himself.

As the moments ticked by and Namjoon began more and more engrossed in his project, his stress rose and so did your longing for him. You paced the kitchen and made yourself a small breakfast sandwich that tasted bland.

And then an idea came to your mind as soon as you curled up in your bed to try and take a nap.

“Namjoon?” You called, darting into his studio with a brilliant smile on your face.

Namjoon turned and tried to hide his irritation. The stews was getting to him and he really didn’t need any distractions right now.

“What?”

You walked over and laced your fingers with his, much to his confusion, and pulled him out of the seat. He tried to pry your fingers loose but you were using so much strength that it was incredibly difficult.

“C’mon dance with me.” You giggled, spinning him round.

“Y/N-”

“손가락질 해!” You sang whilst doing a funny little dance. Namjoon’s eyes widened as he recognized his own song - Idol - and a smile broke out on his face. “I know you wanna sing too.” You teased, continuing to do your funny dance. Namjoon shook his head and smiled, content to just watch you. “나는 전혀 신경 쓰지 않네.”

And then you did the strangest - perhaps the most startling - dance he’d ever seen and sang in such a high pitch that your voice cracked.

”Wait stop!” He said, breaking into a huge belly laugh as you continued to do your dance around him and singing the lyrics to idol. “I-I can’t breathe Y/N!”

Chuckling, you replied, “Don’t wanna Joon~”

“지화자 좋다~”

Namjoon completely fell over and laughed until his face was red and his laughter almost fell silent. You were the funniest thing, really, and you always knew just how to get him to laugh. He was a complete mess, sprawled on the floor with tears clinging to his eyelashes and begging you to stop singing. It was utterly hilarious to him, what you were doing to get him to stop working.

As you entered the final chorus, he broke down into another fit of laughter, actually thinking that he was going to pass out from laughing so loud. When you stopped, he was too out of breath to say anything, and you were also feeling quite exhausted.

“You know.” You hummed, leaning down and placing your hands on his shoulders. “I could sing DNA or Blood Sweat & Tears.” His eyes widened and he shook his head, still trying to catch his breath. “If you won’t take a break then I will start singing again, cutie. It made you laugh so much and you seem so much happier so you must enjoy it~”

Namjoon flushed and he grabbed your hands, tears of mirth trickling down his face. “P-please don’t baby, I’ll take a break - I swear.”

You smirked and let him pull you into his arms, helping him calm down. “Good.” And then you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You worked hard today, I’m so proud.”

He relaxed against you and let out a small exhale, nestling into your chest. “Thanks baby. For the compliment and for cheering me up.”

“Of course Joonie.”

After a while, Namjoon looked up at you and said, “I really need to hear you singing in a normal pitch though.”

You smiled. “We’ll see.”

Jimin

Jimin opened the door to the apartment he shared with you and sighed, exhausted after a day of intense dance practice to perfect some of the choreography he struggled with for Like Crazy. All he wanted to do was lie down, go to sleep, and cuddle with you.

After setting his bags down and taking off his shoes, Jimin was ready to go change into some comfy pajamas when suddenly the sound of your voice came in from the bathroom, making him pause to listen. It sounded like you were singing - to Like Crazy.

“Y/N?”

“Hi Jimin!” You called when you heard him. “I’ll be right out in second and we can talk about your day if your not to tired.”

“Okay.”

He didn’t mention overhearing you singing, hoping that you would start again, but much to his disappointment you remained silently, probably already flustered at having been caught singing.

Jimin, however, was determined to hear your voice again.

He quickly changed into plaid pajamas and made it sound like he’d left the room, but really he was hanging by the door in case you started to sing again. And sure enough, after a while you began to sing again.

“아침도 취해서 오지 않게. 시끄러운 음악 속에 희미해진 나.”

He was more than surprised to hear you singing, and be it that it’s his song, nonetheless. But accompanied by the surprise he felt pride and excitement.

When you came out of the bathroom after a few more minutes, you were surprised to see Jimin waiting for you, and paused in the doorway.

“Jiminie?”

“Hi jagi.” Jimin said, rushing over and wrapping you up in an embrace. He pressed a kiss to your head, surprising you.

“Hi Jimin.” You said, letting him pepper you with kisses before asking, “Everything okay?”

“Yep.” He reassured you, burying his head in your hair. “I just missed you.”

“You saw me just this morning baby.”

“I know but it’s felt like so long jagi.” Jimin pulled away and physically lifted you off the ground, carrying you to the bed. “Let’s go cuddle.”

“Aren’t you hungry though?” You asked as he set you down and put his head in your lap.

“Nope.”

“How was your day?”

You were still trying to figure out why Jimin was acting so clingy all the sudden. He was usually very shy when it came to cuddles or anything of the sort. You so rarely saw him like this unless he was sad, but he didn’t particularly seem to be the case here.

“Better now that I get to hang out with you~”

“Hmm.” You mused, pulling him closer. You waited awhile before beginning saying, “If anything-”

“Shh.” He hushed, pulling a finger to your lips and looking up at you with the cutest face ever. “Just let me cuddle with you, okay?”

You frowned but didn’t push any further. “If you say so.”

Jimin let his eyes close as you ran your fingers through his hair, letting the sensation lull him into a relaxed state. You massaged his legs, arms, and shoulders, feeling a bit better as he released the tension in his muscles.

Half asleep, he mumbled, “Were you singing earlier?”

Surprised, you glanced down at him to make sure he wasn’t sleep talking - you’d thought he’d already fallen asleep - and said, “Yeah. I was singing Like Crazy.”

Jimin made a little humming sound and smiled. “I heard you. You sounded so good jagi~”

“Aw thank you.” You said with a giggle, kissing his forehead.

Jimin yawned and snuggled against you. “Show me more about it in the morning?”

“Alright.”

“Night jagi, love you~”

“Love you too~”

Taehyung

“I just can’t get it jagi.” Taehyung said, letting out an exasperated sigh and slouching back in his chair. “I’m trying - I really am. I just can’t do it.”

And then he broke into tears.

Immediately you leapt out of your chair - dropping both your phone and the sheet music - and wrapped your arms around Taehyung, heart shattering upon seeing his tears.

“It’s okay sweetie.” You comforted him, rubbing circles into his back. “You’re trying, that’s all that matters. Do you want some water? Or a blanket?”

Taehyung shook his head, tugging you closer and falling into your embrace as he sobbed. “I-I just w-want you to s-stay here.”

“Of course Tae.” You said, running your fingers through his hair to soothe you. “I’m not going anyway.”

He never wanted you to see him like this, and he felt more than embarrassed upon breaking down in front of you.

After his sobbing continued for a while without pause, you began to worry. Knowing that Taehyung would be under a lot of stress due to the upcoming comeback, you’d made it your mission to try and keep everything in the house running smoothly and offer to do whatever he needed. Whether it be cuddles, some cheer up time, showering him in compliments, or running to the grocery store, you always tried your best to do whatever was asked of you.

But now you started to wonder if you hadn’t done nearly enough.

“Taehyung baby please talk to me.” You begged, tipping his head up so he would look at you. “I’m here for you. Whatever you’re feeling right now you’d don’t have go through alone.”

Taehyung turned his head away, sniffling. “I-It’s nothing jagi. I’m just tired.”

“Baby I can see it’s more than that. You can tell me anything.”

“I can’t hit this one note,” Taehyung explained tearfully, accepting the tissue you offered and blowing his nose. “I normally would be able to. It’s in my range so I don’t know why.”

“But Tae that’s not a reason to beat yourself up.” You told him, frowning. Taehyung didn’t seem convinced so you leaned forward and brushed the hair from his eyes, planting a kiss on his forehead. “Maybe your voice needs a rest.”

He shook his head. “We’re supposed to be shooting the scenes for the music video next week - and we can’t do that without a recording. Y/N I don’t want to be the reason why we fall behind schedule.” Taehyung’s lip began to tremble. “N-Namjoon hyung tried to help me but none of his tips were useful. You should’ve seen his face Y/N, he looked so disappointed. I’m going to drag everyone behind and slow down production.”

Tears streamed down his cheeks and he began crying again.

“Tae your health should be prioritized above all else.” You stated firmly, rubbing circles into his back and patting his knee. “If you need time to work on your vocals to make sure you can hit this note, then you should be given the time to be able to do that. You’re not dragging behind anyone, trust me, and if anyone gives you a hard time about it then they’ll have to go through me. Believe me when I say I can become Bang PD’s worst nightmare if he so much as asks why. And the same message is extended to Bangtan if they give you trouble about it.”

Taehyung looked up with a wobbly smile, wiping away some of his tears. “Thank you jagi, you always know what to say to make me feel better.”

“Of course.” You said, nuzzling into his chest. “I’d do anything for you.”

Taehyung rested his head on your shoulder and asked a little sheepishly. “Will you sing for me? It’ll make me feel ten times better.”

You looked in surprise. “Sing? This came out of nowhere.”

“I know but I’ve been meaning to ask you. I think I heard you singing along to Bixby one time and it made me so happy. Do it for me now?”

Taehyung peppered you in kisses and kept asking even after when you declined, stating that your singing voice wasn’t the best. He just wanted to hear it regardless.

You sighed and relented. “Alright alright. If it’ll make you feel better.” Taehyung beamed and nodded eagerly. “It will.”

With a small grunt, you began singing the chorus of Anpanman. “계속 돌려 돌려 나의 Anpan. Keep ballin', ballin', still 방탄.” You covered two more verses before stopping and looking down at Taehyung. “How was that?”

Taehyung immediately started to applaud, a smile stretching across his face and looking much happier. “You were great jagi! Why don’t we sing together?”

You raised your eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you rest your voice though…?”

Taehyung pouted. “Please jagi? I’ll be careful.”

“Fine.”

Taehyung beamed and asked, “Ready?” To which you replied, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

And the two of you began from the beginning of Anpanman. You had to admit that it was much more fun than you’d anticipated. Even when your voice cracked and Taehyung giggled a bit, it was still worth it to see him smiling brightly at you.

“You were amazing jagi.” Taehyung said, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and burying his face in your neck. “Thanks for cheering me up.”

“Anytime, tiger.”

Jungkook

“Kookie!” You called as he pushed his way into the bedroom, running over and wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala. Jungkook nearly fell over, caught off guard. He was used to your high energy levels but none of this sort. Wrapping his arms around your lower body so you wouldn’t fall, Jungkook asked, “What’s up?”

“Can you help me with something?”

Chuckling while ruffling your hair, Jungkook said, “Sure baby what is it?”

Excited, you hurried to explain, “I’m trying to learn the choreography for Fire and I’m struggling with a particular part, can you teach me?”

Jungkook raised his eyebrow, slightly impressed that you were trying to learn the choreography but not surprised, and nodded. With a squeal of excitement you untangled yourself from him and went to show him what you were struggling with.

“Ah,” Jungkook said once you showed him. “That’s a hard one. Here, let me show you.”

Soon your boyfriend was demonstrating the choreography, offering tips on how to execute it better once you tried to copy him.

It was no secret that Jungkook absolutely loved when you asked him for help trying to learn choreography - it was one of his favorite actives to do with you and served as a huge destresser knowing that he didn’t have to be 100% perfect in front of you.

“You’re doing great jagi~” Jungkook complimented when you danced to the pre-chorus, giggling when you beamed at him.

“Thanks.” You said, almost out of breath. “C’mon join me Kookie!”

Jungkook extended his hands and you took them, pulling you up from the bed and starting to dance with you.

“Jagi you’re like an overexcited child.” Jungkook chuckled.

You’d become distracted midway through the song and had started to dance around in a hilarious way, punching your fists into the air and hopping up and down.

You laughed with him. “Can’t help it Kookie!” And then you proceeded to yell out some gibberish, making Jungkook laugh even harder.

After getting you to focus on the Fire choreography again, you and Jungkook finished and practically fell into each others arms.

“Good job jagi.” Jungkook gave you his bunny smile and you giggled in response, leaning into him as he steadied you.

“Thanks bun.” You murmured.

Noticing how tired you were, Jungkook picked you up and set you down on the bed, and you crawled over to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your head in his chest.

Jungkook was going to snuggle for longer, ready to just relax and let you pamper him, but then something occurred to him.

“Wait jagi, are you going to put on one of your funny shows tonight?”

“Oh yeah.” You piped up, suddenly becoming reenergized. “I’ve been preparing for the acappella version! And they’re not funny - they’re the most serious thing ever!”

Jungkook laughed. “You’re the most unserious person I’ve ever met, jagi.”

“Heyyy.” You whined, playfully swatting at his hands and initiating a mock play fight with him. “That’s not true!”

“It is too!” Jungkook insisted, letting you pin him to the bed before wrapping his arms around your torso and gently tickling you until you let go. “And what’s all this about acappella I hear, hmm?”

“I’m going to sing for you!”

“Is that right?”

“Mhm!”

“Well now you’ve really got my attention.”

Jungkook was more than curious to hear your singing voice. You always had some trick up your sleeve - some cheeky prank or a hidden talent, typically the latter. And he had not a doubt in his mind that you would be a wonderful singer.

“Baby, baby.” He said, excited, lifting you into his lap and placing his hands on your torso.

“Hm?”

“Will you give me a preview? I want to hear you sing.”

“How could I say no?” You were literally beaming at the simple request, and Jungkook’s heart fluttered at just how cute you were. “Ready? One, two, three. 다 만신창이로 취했어, 취했어. 막 욕해 길에서, 길에서.”

Jungkook almost shoved you off his lap upon hearing your voice and immediately joined in, bunny smile on full display. “나 맛이 갔지, 미친놈 같지. 다 엉망진창 livin' like 삐이.”

The two of you continued to sing together for almost the entire night. Jungkook even convinced you to record of video of you two singing. By the time you two were finished, it was almost past night and the both of you were properly worn out.

“You should’ve told me you could sing.” Jungkook eventually said, lifting your chin so you would look at him. “You sounded so beautiful. I would’ve joined your little performances in a heartbeat.”

“I was just waiting for the right time,” You murmured sleepily into his ear. “And I was a little nervous as well.”

“Aww jagi,” Jungkook cooed, engulfing you in an embrace and pressing a couple of kisses to your head. “You don’t ever have to be shy about anything around me, okay?”

You nodded sheepishly. “Okay Kookie.”

“Good.” Kook pressed another kiss to your forehead and pulled you close. You closed your eyes and soon fell asleep in his arms. “Good night princess~”

[slasher-dasher]

I totally haven't been stalking your amazing works recently- hehe o-o | Anyway, I like to give out semi-specific asks so... a little sorry in advance if ya can't do this. BUT! What if the slashers had a S/O who was famous? Could be for a different reason for each slasher {singer/model/DJ/etc.}. Go buck wild with this! Do as many slashers as you want lol. But I'd LOVE to see either/both Myers and Brahms in this!

Slashers w/a Famous S/O

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Brahms Heelshire:

He is less than pleased that he has to share you with the world

And when he finds out it's because you're a famous model he's furious.

You're his. You shouldn't need to appear in public, especially not in front of "fans" or for "photoshoots"

This does make him realize he has some magazines with you on the front page though, and if you jokingly sign them make sure you put a heart on them to cheer him up

Let him help pick your outfit too! He does like to help you pick your outfits

Remind him that he's the only one who gets to see you with your clothes off (he's a visual learner) and suddenly he doesn't mind your job that much anymore

OG!Michael Myers:

Michael doesn't really care about your fame, he knows how to stay out of the spotlight so getting caught is not a concern for him

What does intrigue him is that you're a famous author, covering mostly mysteries and thrillers

Need to know if something you wrote is realistic? He's your guy, just let him know what you need and he'll do it

This does mean sometimes your plot points get the attention of the news, but they're pretty easy to dismiss, just make sure he's a bit more careful next time he's helping you "research"

He does help you in ways other than murder too, like word choice or general plot ideas. He's a very good listener, and has a way of coming up with twists you hadn't thought of

Local critics learn very quickly that your work is off-limits, unless they want to see The Shape at every turn

RZ!Michael Myers:

Again, doesn't really care that you're famous, but is surprised that you're famous because you're a singer

He'd heard you hum while doing chores or when you thought he wasn't around, but just thought that was something people did

He hears you practicing one day and decides to listen in to his own personal concert, clapping for you when you finish your set (dramatically bow or he'll just keep clapping)

Michael doesn't mind being seen in public, so he becomes your bodyguard when you have to do shows or go to events, and always makes sure his mask matches you. Just don't bring him on stage

Also doesn't mind the attention your fans give you, he knows you're coming back home with him, even if he has to throw some guys out of the venue to ensure it

Give him little mini-concerts at home and he'll join in, humming the tune with your singing if he knows it. He'll even spin you around a bit if the song calls for it

Bo + Vincent Sinclair:

Bo is not happy to hear that you're famous, but warms up to the idea once he learns you're a famous artist

Vincent is ecstatic to find out you're a famous artist, especially because he pulls inspiration from your work when the artblock hits

You can help restore Ambrose! But people will notice if you're missing, so make sure you make a couple trips to town a month to avoid suspicion

Both argue over which one is your muse (Bo doesn't know what this means, he just likes to argue with Vincent). The answer is neither, but you won't tell them that

Vincent makes room for you in his workshop, giving you room to work and letting both of you spend time together. You two give each other critiques and tips often, and its improved your crafts significantly

Bo happily hangs your work in the house so he has something to admire while you're out at art/craft shows. He would love to come with you to them, but someone has to stay and keep his brothers in line

[lemonflavoreddishsoap]

Hello!!, I saw that you were accepting requests so I wanted to ask for a LS with a S/o who is a member of a punk band!!

PS: sorry for my bad english… I'm using a translator to send this:(

Since I already kiiiind of did similar headcanons for Formaggio and Risotto, I won't include them in these headcanons, I hope that's okay!!

ADDITION IM ADDING NOW AS I FINALLY WORK ON SOME DRAFTS HOOOOOOLY SHIT AM I SORRY I'VE NEGLECTED MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG I'm going to try to get back into a writing groove!!!!

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La Squadra with an S/O in a punk band

Illuso

He makes everyone and their grandma listen to your band. He's boasting about how good your music is, he's practically a living advertisement. If you don't want people to get sick of your band's music, please try to ask him to stop

If you're the singer of the band, he'll sometimes start singing your songs, hoping you'll start singing with him.

Hell, even if you aren't the singer, he'll do it.

Makes his way into as many concerts as he can - his stand comes in handy here as he sneaks in pretty damn easily...I mean I don't really know if he needs to but he does anyway?

Prosciutto

Music-wise, it's not exactly something you two connect on, however, he recognises talent when he sees/hears it.

And while he may not listen to your band's stuff on his own time, he will never turn down watching you practice a song or an instrument either on your own or with your band.

Your sheer concentration and skill captivates and attracts him, he loves it.

If you ask for it, he's willing to give feedback when you play him works in progress - he's very fair with his comments, never too harsh, never too soft.

Pesci

He is CONSTANTLY praising you. Number one fan all day every day, supporting your band as much as he possibly can.

I've said before that I think Pesci's music tastes are a bit of everything, so he has a good appreciation for the kind of art you make and you two can bond over music pretty easily.

He's very nervous about talking to any of your bandmates, but he always asks you to pass along compliments to them. Appreciation for everyone! aughghghg i love him

If he has the time, and you're okay with it, he loves to help with performances!!! If you need help setting ANYTHING, he is willing to help out

Also...be prepared for a very proud, mushy Pesci after any of your performances

Melone

"You've been playing together for how long? And your biggest inspirations are...?" idk why I just think he would like. Be a major contributor if you guys had like a wikipedia page or something. He's interviewing you and tippy tapping away (there's a post showing off how silly he types, I need to find it again)

He's asking about all the instruments, all the equipment - if you'd be so gracious as to possible teach him how to use any of them he will be thrilled.

He's just generally super curious about it all, he possibly asks too many questions...as in, you're wondering if he already knows the answer and just wants to listen to you talk.

Similar to Pesci, Melone spreads the appreciation all throughout your band!! No one's talent goes unnoticed to him, and in time he'd like to befriend the other members of the band.

Ghiaccio

Watching you perform does something to him. He's completely fucking silent and his eyes are GLUED on you. It's kind of scary from an outside perspective but to you it's absolutely adorable.

He's listening to your band all the time. Ghiaccio, at least in my thoughts, has such a deep passion for music and pays deep attention to how each individual in a group plays their instruments, how it all comes together to create a unique sound. Obviously, this is a million times more special for him listening to your stuff because well...it's you.

In previous headcanons, I mentioned that he blasts music into his ears when he listens as a sensory thing. With yours, he likes to close his eyes and imagine you and your band are right there.

No because now I can't stop thinking about it. Ghiaccio would love to have a musician s/o. He would love that so much holyshit?

You find him in heated arguments against random people in the comments of videos of your songs. Classic Ghiaccio.