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Rockstar Girlfriend 🎸

You were probably his first real listener. First fan, even. His account had no followers. No clout. No tags. He wasn’t even looking for one. He just posted banger songs—heavy and haunting. You were high out of your mind one night, scrolling through underground tracks, trying to find something that hadn’t been overplayed into dust.

Then you hit the bottom. Clicked on his album.

And it changed everything. The voice was deep, like smoke and rage. The beat was grimy and sharp. It wasn’t just rap. Or rock. Or alt. It was all of it. And none of it. It sounded like a demon crying through broken speakers.

You thought for sure he’d be famous. But he wasn’t. So you DMed him. Didn’t even think he’d see it.But that same night, he replied. You talked for hours. He asked for your number. You FaceTimed until the sky turned grey.

The next day, he invited you to his spot. To listen. To smoke. To just... be.

Honestly it could have ended badly and it would have been the worst decision you ever made. But the vibe—the intensity— You didn’t have to speak. Just your eyes did all the talking.

It wasn’t lust. Not really. It was that aching, desperate something that clutches your ribs and won’t let go. You didn’t know if he felt the same, so you played it casual.

Casual as in… Basically living together. Unspoken everything. No sex. No labels. Just you and him.

He’d send you unreleased tracks. Half-finished verses. You started running his page, organizing stuff, posting updates. You weren’t official. But you kind of became his manager. His shadow. His safe place. His favorite ear.

He never said thank you. Not in words, anyway. But every song had pieces of you in it. A line that sounded like something you once whispered. A beat that matched the rhythm of your laugh. A song titled with your birthday, but flipped backward so no one else would know.

And then it happened. One day, everything changed. Some random TikTok kid found one of the old tracks and used it for an edit. A week later—millions. Plays, likes, followers. He hated it. You watched him pace around the apartment, wild-eyed, muttering, “They don’t even get it.” “They’re just biting now.” “Where were they before?”

But you were still there. Sitting on his kitchen counter. Hoodie that wasn’t yours. Eyes tired but soft.

You handled it. Emails. DMs. Interview requests. Labels circling like vultures. You told him which ones to ignore. Which ones to play with. He let you do it. Trusted you. Only you.

He didn’t post selfies. Didn’t talk in interviews. He just kept making music. And every time, you were the first to hear it. Headphones passed between you. Knees touching. Eyes closed.

One night, he paused a track halfway through. You looked up at him. He didn’t say anything for a while.

Then “You think I’d be doing any of this if it weren’t for you?”

You didn’t know what to say. So you didn’t. You just reached for the play button.But he stopped you. Caught your hand in his. Held it for a second too long. Then another.

Your chest felt like it would crack open. Still, nothing happened. Still, it was... casual.

A year into the fame, you were all the way in. No more crashing at his place—you lived there. The two of you had upgraded to a bigger apartment, one that felt more like a bunker than a home. Dark walls. Concrete floors. Unfinished ceiling that looked like it belonged in a warehouse.

But it was warm. It smelled like weed and sage and your shampoo. Music always humming from a speaker somewhere. Sometimes his guitar was just lying on the couch. Sometimes your books were. You shared space like you shared silence—easily.

You were still juggling school, barely hanging on some days, but you made time to manage his account, answer emails, line up deals. He made music and money. A lot of both. Labels wanted him. Brands begged. Venues called. You handled most of it. He hated everyone except you.

And the relationship is still undefined. Still everything.

He’d hold your hand in public. Pull you close when crossing the street. His arm would always be around your shoulders like it belonged there. To anyone watching, you were together. Like… together together. And maybe you were, just not officially. No titles. No pressure.

He kept his mystery locked up tight. Still no face. No selfies. No stories. That was about to change though. His first concert was coming, a real one. Not an underground event or livestream, but a sold-out, packed venue with screaming fans.

You asked him, quietly one night, “Are you nervous?” He just looked at you, exhaled smoke, and said, “Not about them. Just about you seeing me like that.”

You didn’t ask what he meant. Didn’t need to. Just reached over, took his hand, and held it like you always did—like it was normal. Like he was yours.

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The city was buzzing like a live wire. You could feel it in your teeth. The venue was packed, lines curling around the block. People had signs. Painted their faces. Screamed lyrics. It was insane.

You watched from backstage, heart beating a little too fast, wearing his leather jacket and tight short black dress.

He was pacing a little, fingers twitching, jaw tight. But he looked good. Too good. Tall, jacked, inked up— black tank clinging to him, tattoos peeking from his neck to his fingers. Hair messy like always, like he rolled out of bed and still looked like a god.

No mask tonight. No hood. This time, they’d see him.

You caught his eye just before he walked out. Just looked at you like you were the only thing grounding him. You nodded once. That was enough.

Then he stepped out.

And the place. Exploded.

Screams. Like actual shrieking. Phones shot up so fast the light almost blinded you. Someone in the front fainted. A girl sobbed. The crowd was feral.

He didn’t flinch. Just walked to the mic like he owned the world. When he finally spoke— “Yeah. It’s me.” —people LOST it.

A whole different war broke out online . “WHY IS HE HOT??” “I THOUGHT HE WAS UGLY???” “HE LOOKS LIKE HE KILLS PEOPLE AND WRITES POETRY ABOUT IT.” “Someone said he was faceless—why is he the face of my future now???”

His name trended within an hour. Clips went viral before the second song ended. People were pausing videos just to zoom in on his hands, his tattoos, his jawline. New fan accounts popped up in real-time.

But he only looked at you. Once. Halfway through the set, spotlight behind him, crowd screaming his name, he glanced toward the side of the stage. Found you. Smirked like the devil. Then tore into the next song like his soul was catching fire.

When it was over, and the venue started to empty out, he came offstage drenched in sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, chest rising and falling. Still high off the energy, off the chaos. You handed him water. He took it, but didn’t drink. Just stared at you.

“They love me now,” he muttered. Then, quieter, “But I still only care what you think.”

Your throat closed up. You didn’t answer, didn’t need to.

He tossed the bottle. Stepped closer. Close enough to feel the heat rolling off him. His hand found your face like he’d been meaning to do it for years. Fingers on your cheek, thumb brushing your lip. His forehead rested against yours, and he whispered, “Say something. Anything.”

You looked up at him, breath caught.

“You’re mine,” you said.

And this time, he kissed you.

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The concert was over, but the night wasn’t.

You two didn’t even go back home. He tugged you into the car, adrenaline still buzzing in his veins, saying nothing but “Let’s go out.” You didn’t ask where.

The club was already dark and pulsing by the time you got there. Lights flickering red, music loud enough to feel in your ribs. People turned when you walked in, like they knew. He hadn’t even been unmasked for four hours, but already, the city recognized him.

He didn’t care. Just grab your hand and pull you to the middle of the floor. Bodies everywhere, sweat, bass, smoke. And still, it felt like it was just you two.

He was behind you, hands on your waist. Not even grinding, not all sexual—just close. Like he wanted to keep you tethered to the ground. His face buried in your neck every now and then, lips ghosting skin. You leaned into it. Eyes closed. Smiling.

Someone recorded it. Of course they did.

Posted it within minutes.

On Twitter (or X whatever that cursed app is):

@.cryboutitgrl: this man just revealed his face and already pulled up to the club with the baddest girl i’ve ever seen????

@.undergroundangel666: bro was faceless yesterday now he’s 6'4 tatted and got a mysterious girlfriend. i’m sick. 😭

@.smokysylvia: wait wait wait. is she the one from the side stage?? the one he kept looking at????

@.hotguyshateus: yeah i zoomed in. it’s her. same leather jacket. same girl. he’s in love i’m sorry.

@.helooksinlove: she whispered something to him before the encore and he kissed her after the show. we lost. I fear the album’s gonna be sad and horny now 😩

The internet was spiraling. Fan edits were already in motion. Clips of him touching your face, that blurry club video, someone even managed to catch a shot of the two of you leaving the venue— his arm around your shoulders, your head tucked into his chest.

You checked his account the next morning. A million new followers. Inbox was flooded. Everyone wanted to know: Who was she? Who was the girl?

And all he did was post a blurry photo of the two of you sitting on the floor that night, you leaning against him, laughing into your cup, and him looking at you like you were the only thing he’d ever believe in.

Caption: “She been here since zero followers. Don’t ask again.”

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bonus::: the first text and meet up...

It was around 2:37 AM when you messaged him.

“idk why no one knows abt you yet. this is actually insane.”

You didn’t expect a reply. Didn’t even think he’d see it.

But twenty minutes later— “yo.” One dot. No emojis.

You blinked at the screen.

“that was you?” “the message?” “yeah. thanks.”

Simple. Dry. But then he asked: “wanna hear some unreleased?”

Your breath caught. “yeah.”

He sent a file. No title. Just noise at first. Then the beat dropped— low, almost crawling. His voice— raspy, like smoke and teeth. You could barely breathe.

Before you could even process, your phone lit up again.

“what’s your number” Not a question. Not begging.

You gave it.

Thirty seconds later: FaceTime.

Your heart slammed. You almost didn’t pick up. But your thumb moved on its own.

Click.

It was dark.

No light but the red glow of a monitor on his side. Backlit tattoos. Shadows across his jawline. Hair messy. Shirtless. Sitting back in a desk chair like he owned time.

You didn’t speak. He didn’t either.

He looked at you. Eyes flickering across your face through the screen like he was studying something rare. A small smirk tugged at his lips.

“damn.”

One word. But it cracked something open.

You laughed, too soft. Told him he looked like a villain.

“good.” Then: “you real?”

You didn’t answer. Just tilted your head. Let him stare.

And then, just like that— you both started talking. Not loud. Not excited. Just low. Whispers like secrets in a church.

He showed you the corner of his room. Posters. Wires. A mic stand leaning. Unfinished lyrics on the wall in sharpie.

“i stay up all night,” he said. “no one to talk to.”

“you do now,” you whispered.

His lips twitched. He leaned forward like he was trying to see more of you through the screen.

“can i call you again?”

You bit your lip.

“i’m not hanging up.”

And you didn’t. Not until the sun started bleeding through your windows. Not until your eyelids got too heavy. He didn’t say goodbye. Just watched you drift off to sleep. And whispered, so quiet you almost didn’t catch it:

“don’t leave.”

You woke up with your phone in your hand, battery barely alive. Your screen still had his name on it. Still connected. He never hung up.

You sat up slow, blinking through sleep. Heart pounding when you remember everything. The music. The call. His voice. The way he watched you fall asleep like he meant to remember it forever.

And then—your phone buzzed.

him: “u still down to pull up?”

No address. No time.

Just that.

And still… you replied: “drop the pin.”

You didn’t tell anyone. Didn’t even think it through. He could’ve been a killer. Could’ve chopped you up, turned you into a beat.

But your chest was quiet. Calm.

It was cold when you stepped out. Your hoodie swallowed your frame. Headphones in, but no music playing— just replaying his voice in your head like a loop. When you reached his spot, it looked like nothing. Gray building. No buzzers. Just a metal door and the pin.

You texted him once.

No reply.

Then the door creaked open. And there he was. Tall. Sleeves rolled up. Tattoos crawling up his arms. Hood half on. Eyes heavy like he hadn’t slept.

He looked at you for two full seconds before stepping back.

“come in.”

You did.

It was dark. Not scary dark—just dim. Curtains closed. Cigarette smoke faint in the air. There was a speaker set up on the floor and wires running like veins all over the place. A mic stand crooked in the corner. A mattress on the ground, black sheets. And his scent—something between weed, laundry, and the ghost of cologne.

You stood there like you were in a museum.

He didn’t touch you. Just nodded toward the couch.

“u want tea? or... water? i got like 4 capri suns too.”

You laughed. He smiled for real that time.

You stayed for hours. Then one day.

Then two.

The playlist never stopped. He let you read his notebooks. You found one where your name was scribbled on the top corner of a page.

He didn’t explain.

At night, he didn’t try anything. Just let you lay next to him, in his clothes, backs turned but feet tangled.

You remember the first time he turned to you in the dark and whispered: “i don’t like being alone anymore.”

And you said, without thinking:

“me neither.”

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any band recommendations??

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Running your fingers through a fresh undercut is godly and you just know mans keeps it neat on the regular 🤤

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When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

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more to love - toji fushiguro

summary: toji loves a curvy woman and isn’t shy about it

warning: nsfw, curses, praise kink, dom!toji, chubby reader, body worship, afab reader, mention of female anatomy, mention of cunnilingus, backshots, petnames, spanking, booty rubs, fluff, smut, overstimulation

toji has always been a man who knows exactly what he likes, and when it comes to women, curves are at the top of his list. he’s noticed the weight you’ve put on recently and how your clothes hug you more than usual. when you’re near him, the way your curves catch his gaze doesn’t go unnoticed. every time you walk by, he can’t help but let his eyes roam over you, savoring the shape of your body, the way your hips sway and how your curves fit perfectly in the clothes you wear

toji can't help but bring you into his lap when you walk past him in your– now form-fitted– pajama pants. “you’ve been filling out, huh?" he asks as he gropes your thighs. everywhere i look, you’re getting even softer. these pants fit you perfectly now”.

toji's touch becomes more insistent. he’ll slide his hands under your shirt to feel your stomach pudge, loving how soft and squishy it is. “so pretty, mama. can’t get enough of you”

toji isn’t shy about making you aware of his appreciation for the changes in your body. the softness, the fullness—it’s all his to claim. the way toji touches you—unapologetically, with no room for shame— makes you feel so sexy. while you straddle his lap, his touch is possessive as he feels your hips, your stomach and your back rolls. “fucking perfect” he growls as he takes greedy handfuls of your ass

toji likes to absentmindedly rub comforting circles on your butt as you lay with him. you’ll be watching tv, laying on his chest and slowly falling asleep as he softly rubs you there. it's more of a comfort thing for him.

toji likes to take a nap on your stomach since he claims it’s the perfect pillow. he also is a sucker for your thighs and often rests his head against one as he cuddles your leg. when you run your fingers through his hair, he’s done for– falling asleep almost instantly every time

toji in the bedroom is another beast, and there’s no question where his hands will wander. he’ll make sure that ass is front and center, exploring, groping, teasing, and worshipping. toji will pull you into him, sliding his hands over her curves, especially when you’re bent over for him. he likes the control he has when his hands are on your hips, guiding you, making you move to his rhythm. he'll give you a few sharp smacks, especially if you’ve been teasing him with your movements. 

toji’s hands splay over your skin as you arch for him. he moves to caress the curve of your lower back before sliding lower, over the swell of your hips. he leans down, his chest brushing against your back as his lips press a searing kiss to your shoulder. “you feel so fucking good” he moans low and husky. his lips trail down your spine, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the way. his teeth graze your skin, playful and teasing while his hand slides over your stomach to hold you steady. “stay just like that” he commands softly. the way he holds you, the way he presses into you—it’s all-consuming. he knows exactly how to take his time, alternating between rough and tender, making you dizzy.

toji's backshots are mean. the grip on your waist is harsh as he lets out a low groan. his eyes lock on where you two meet and he’s almost hypnotized by the way your skin ripples under his movements. he feels too good that you can’t help but squirm in his grasp. “uh uh, c’mere” he mutters, his hands pressing down on your back to force a deeper arch that has you gasping. “where you goin’, huh?” he asks as he gives you a few spanks. the angle makes you gasp as he hits that perfect spot over and over. you reach back, weakly trying to push against his abs as you cry from pleasure, but it’s no use. “c’mon, baby. lemme have it”.

toji will tease you even more now since there’s more skin to work with. his lips run along your skin, leaving gentle kisses as his thumb brushing over the edge of your waistband. his lips trail higher, leaving warm, lingering kisses, and your breath catches when you feel his teeth graze against the soft flesh of your thigh. it’s not a gentle nip; toji’s bite is firm, enough to leave a mark, but you’re not complaining. he leans in again, his lips now pressing soft, teasing kisses on the bruised area, as if marking his territory. you can’t help but moan softly, your hands threading through his hair, urging him to continue. the way he’s focused on every inch of your skin, makes your pulse race. toji knows exactly how to drive you crazy, how to make you want him more with each deliberate touch.

toji's dream is to be smothered between your thighs as he eats you out. he loves overstimulating you. he does it on purpose so he can feel you squeezing your trembling legs around his head as he works you through your release. he’ll hold your legs open, kneading at the flesh as he pleasures you. and he won’t stop until you tap out

toji whispers “you’re everything i’ve ever wanted” when he's come down from an intense a few rounds. his hands are on you, lips pressed to your skin, and his voice low and filled with raw emotion. his praises make you feel completely cherished. toji isn’t just touching you—he’s worshipping you, wanting you to know just how much he loves every inch of you. and he makes sure to remind you constantly

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a/n: thank you for reading!! i wrote another version similar to this, but with chubby toji!! you can read it here!

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random messages w bf!yuta

pairing: yuta okkotsu x fem!reader

warnings: crack, fluff, mentions of sewerslide, suggestive (not really), and etc!

authors notes: hay yawl i just missed making smau’s lol, feel free to recommend anything, my asks are always open! (as long as it follows my rules, check my pinned post to find them). but enjoy ml’s, ily all please take care of yourselves <3

©rissouu 2024 (the frank ocean line yum yum yum)

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toji doesn’t mind when his woman has a full bush. You think he cares about some hair? You think that’s gonna stop him? Absolutely not. And you only found out when you two were in a heated make out session, and you should’ve stopped knowing you didn’t quite prepare yourself so when his hands started wandering, you immediately pulled away from him. “What’s wrong? You alright?” He looked so confused.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine…I just…I didn’t shave?” You wince at your words, practically embarrassed. Why should you be? It’s normal after all, but your previous partners always made a big deal about it. Toji just laughs, and not a mocking laughter, but a genuine chuckle. Now you’re the one with a confused look on your face.

“Baby?” He tries to catch his breath.

“What…? Why are you laughing?” Your brows furrow.

Toji shakes his head at you, unable to wipe the smile off his face. “I’m a grown ass man, okay? You think I care about you not shaving? It’s fucking hair. Bush or not, it’s still getting ate,” he spoke so casually, leaving you shocked.

So now you’re just sitting there more turned on than before. It should be the bare minimum but the bar is literally in hell after how you’ve been previously treated. “Hair anywhere, I don’t give a shit about. You think I can go through with shaving my shit every other week? Fuck no. So I wouldn’t make you do it. Isn’t that like bad for you anyway?” He lifts a brow, actually curious.

“I…I don’t know? Don’t think so?” You’re really at a loss for words.

“Oh well, who cares? Either way don’t worry about it. So, come here and let me keep kissing my girl.” He hooks his finger under your chin, pulling you closer until your lips are only inches apart.

“O-okay.”

this is one is a bit suggestive but I still think it’s lowkey sweet??? lmaooo

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More of kittyzan, this time getting a new friend

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KOKUSHIBO HEADCANONS

Pairings...Kokushibo x Reader

I see him as being really mean with his partner at first. Like stand-offish, doesn’t really talk as much, and no physical touch. Like NOTHING at all. 

The only type of ‘love’ you’ll be getting from him is when you’re around him. He’ll only acknowledge that you’re there and that’s it. Like you’ll just be like: 😐🧍‍♀️Then he’s like: 😐👍

Another example of him avoiding it would be if y’all’s hand would brush against each other he’ll pull away hastily and walk away. And it’s weird too because he doesn’t make any noise when he walks…

So many stares…it’s so unsettling how he will stand or sit in place with all SIX of his eyes staring intently at you. He could almost burn a hole right through you if he could…AND what makes it worse is that he never BLINKS! When he does he frog blinks 🐸 . No one can’t convince me he doesn’t- It adds to the demon characteristics. 

He has long, sharp claws. Period. The anime nor manga depicts him having them but I will. All demons in my head do.

Whenever Kokushibo speaks (which is almost rare in itself — You almost thought he was mute upon meeting him) it lowkey shifts all your organs because it’s SO DEEP. Like why the HELL is your voice that deep, it doesn’t make sense! Sometimes, it scares the life out of you when you think you're alone when you're not. You’ll just be doing your own thing and BOOM 💥 The most intense, heavy, heart shaking voice is suddenly filling the space.

Even when you and Kokushibo eventually become a couple, he will still refer to you by your name. The only time you're addressed as something else is when he’s addressing you as his wife. 

No joke, but I see Kokushibo taking really good care of his hair. He combs thoroughly, washes at least 2 times and conditions his hair and lets it sit for 30 minutes. In conclusion, he has soft, fine hair.

Kokushibo likes complete silence. He likes to meditate and in order to do that silence is key. If you were to make too much noise around him he would open all 6 of his eyes from his meditative state and stare you down until you get the idea. 

👁️👁️

👁️👁️ ⇦Him

👁️👁️

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You: ....Sorry....😓

He will not show physical affection for a long while. It is not in demons to love especially when it’s their prey of all things. It sometimes bums you out but you understand. When he’s past that barrier it’s awkward at first. Kokushibo did not know how to give a proper hug. He was so stiff, and what made it worse was when he patted you on the back 2 times which were kinda rough. He doesn't mean no harm by it, it's just weird having someone show him affection. 

And don’t get me started on y’all’s first kiss…mans cheeks are literally covered by eyes and you're just looking like: 🤔 Like how does that work? Kokushibo just closes his bottom eyelids and lets you do your thing. 

Random but if you’re lying to Kokushibo about whatever his top eyes will squint in judgement

We know this man is for the most part emotionally unavailable but I think his eyes will give him away before he speaks out his true emotions. Even being with him for quite a while you will learn to pick up on this. From the occasional slight eye twitch when he’s annoyed, to his eyes narrowing in question or irritation, or when he closes a pair or two of his eyes to not get sensory overload.

Please don't ignore him, he takes it to the extreme to where you won't see him for weeks or if he's petty enough MONTHS. He rather you talk it out instead of creating unnecessary drama and tension.

Demons do not need to sleep, like at all. It's really a choice whether or not they do or not. Kokushibo will sometimes indulge on this...One night you had woke up because the heat was getting to you and when you turn towards Kokushibo you had paused to look over him, it looked as if he wasn't even breathing. And to make it even more perplexing is that he sleeps like a mummified Pharaoh. Unmoving, stiff, and very quiet. You of course knew that humans and demons were not the same but seeing them act upon their unnatural ways always was very interesting.

The eyes on his sword do indeed give him secondary vision. It's never confirmed whether they do or not but I think they do. Its canon in my world 🙂‍↕️ If he's in battle and there's a lot going on he will use his sword to his advantage in exterminating the threat faster. He also uses his sword as a means to look over you if he's not there. Its kinda creepy...

If he meditates outside, he would not mind if some birds land on his head.

You had feared when your cycle would come by because you just KNEW he could smell it. And the most EMBARRASSING thing of it all is that he would never mention it at all or give any hints. You: "You're aware of it, aren't you?😣😅 Him:....Yes....😐 Then you'll just stare at him a second or two longer and he ever so slowly turns his head to look at you...

A/N: Might do part 2 sometime in the future...these are hard

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i know its a tad weird, but... do you think muzan would be ok with period sex? its technically free blood... and reader wont have cramps during it

You’re all good! I mean demon + free blood?? Sorry it’s super late 🙏🏻

Period Sex

Muzan x Reader

Warnings: blood obv, a bit rough?, cunnilingus, fem! body parts, minor degradation, established relationship, unprotected sex

WC: 2.1k

Demons have an unquenchable thirst for blood. They typically don’t care about their human victims, as they’re only a mere blood bank to them. The same is said about the infamous and overwhelmingly powerful king of all demons, Muzan Kibutsuji.

But, he has a unique situation that has taken hold of him for the past few days. You see, he’s not ignorant of the human body, but there’s something he didn’t know about. Mortal women bleed once a month, as their bodies ready themselves for eventual pregnancy.

Muzan’s situation is unique because of his lover. A human woman, one which he couldn’t kill. One that he found himself seeking out, and the person who makes his cold heart(s) beat. It was obvious that since he was a demon, he would seek out any blood he can get. You knew that. So when it was your time of the month, you would make up some excuse to be left alone for the duration of your period. That was your plan every month.

Eventually, the demon king saw the pattern in the times you would ask to be alone. It made his teeth clench just thinking about why that would be. You were a loyal partner, of course, but that fact didn’t come up in his mind when it would start to go over reasons as to why he had to go days, if not a week without you. Who would dare to impose on my relationship, he thought. You were his. He has the right to be with you everyday, so why? Why must you insist on taking.. vacations, as he called it, so often?

For the time away, you would suffer through your period. The cramps, bleeding, and aches.. all of it. Not only were you unsure of what Muzan would do if he knew about this, but you also didn’t want to bother him with your vulnerable and emotional side. In the end, he’s a man-eating demon. It had been long enough for you to understand that he wouldn’t dream of killing you, no matter how angry he felt. But just the thought of him knowing about your period was quite frightening.

Muzan isn’t a very patient man, unfortunately. He wanted to know why you kept leaving and distancing every time. Why you were keeping something from him.

You had your own room, and you didn’t really use it until the time came. You much preferred to spend your nights with him. But in this case, it wasn’t possible.

He knew where you went monthly, considering nothing in the infinity castle gets past him. And now, he was heading there in search for answers. As he got closer to the room, he caught the scent of blood. Your blood?

In a matter of seconds after his keen sense of smell caught that scent, he was sliding open the door to your room. You jumped upon seeing him, not know what to do now that he was here.

“Are you injured?” He asked after a pause. His eyes glowed at the smell, even in the dimly lit space.

His eyes scanned over your form, covered in a blanket and your face, showing many emotions. Confusion, fear, and above all pain. Not pain from any injury, like he was thinking. At your silence, he was about to seethe in anger at who would be brainless enough to lay a hand on you. Until you spoke up.

“No..” your voice was slightly shaky. You had no idea how he would react if you told him about your dilemma.

Heavy footsteps are heard as he walks over to you. “Then?” His arms cross skeptically. “What aren’t you telling me, Y/N?” Muzan’s voice was firm, yet you could tell this was his way of checking on you.

You sigh. This was inevitable. You couldn’t hide this for all eternity, anyways. “I’m not hurt.. I’m on my period.”

His eyebrows furrow curiously. Right.. he likely didn’t know that about you.

“Every month, I..” you calm yourself, only stopping your words to whince at the pain in your stomach. “..bleed. It’s something women go through.”

“Every month..? How come I smell your blood, but i have yet to see it?” He kneels by you to inspect your body. Most of which was still covered.

He wasn’t reacting badly so far, which came as a surprise. Turns out his restraint is much better than you thought. Now, it was just embarrassing to explain it.

“Because I bleed from down there..” you began to mumble, face heating up slightly at how you couldn’t bring yourself to say the actual thing you’re referring to.

His ruby colored eyes glowed once more, this time for a different reason. Before you could protest, he lifted the blanket from your body to see your bloodied lower region. He couldn’t stop the groan leaving his chest as the scent got more prominent. You noticed his grip on the blanket tightened.

“And you thought to hide this from me?” His gaze then returns to your face.

You nod hesitantly. “It’s just.. I didn’t know how you would react. And I didn’t want you to deal with it..”

“Deal with the blood?” He shakes his head in disbelief. “Do you know who I am? What I am?” You felt a cold finger trail from your jaw to your collarbone.

“I-I know.. but the blood isn’t all of it. It also causes stomach cramps and mood swings.” You stutter, yet you felt little to no fear right now due to the look in his eyes. It wasn’t of murderous intent.

His hand trails down further to your stomach and he rests it there. “..Is it hurting now?” He questions, and when you nod again, he inquires more about it. He inhales. “It’s hard to resist the scent of your blood. Especially after hearing where it’s coming from..”

Warmth spread across your cheeks at the comment. You didn’t know where he was going with this.

“I think I know how to assist you with the pain.” This would be a sweet thing to hear, if it weren’t for the sinister smirk on his face.

He begins pushing the blanket completely off your body. After it was successfully moved to the side, he took in the view. He was getting hungrier by the minute. Drool fell from his lips a little at the sight. He needed to taste it. And he wasn’t one to play with his meals.

Muzan pulls down your shorts, tossing it aside to see the mess that is your panties. He groaned again, unable to stop himself from licking a stripe on your clothed core, tasting your sweet blood through the fabric. You gasped, feeling much more sensitive than normal, but also hot due to his boldness.

He rips your sad excuse for underwear and dove right into what he’s been craving ever since he smelled your sweet blood. He’s no stranger to pleasuring you with only his tongue. But god, this felt so good. So different. Like he was trying to devour you whole. Like he’s parched and the only thing that can quench it is the mess between your thighs.

The demon’s tongue moved languidly at first, to savor the taste of both your arousal and the tempting red liquid. But the muscle moved quicker with time, desperately needing to taste all of you. You writhed and grabbed onto the only thing keeping your mind in reality, his wild and now unkempt black locks.

Your needy tugs to his hair only made his movements more determined. The heat in your lower stomach was rising at a rapid pace not even you could keep up with. The area that was previously aching with pain was now flooding with pleasure. Muzan’s nails dug into your upper thighs as he feasted on everything you were giving him. The pain shouldn’t have felt so good, but with the drag of his demonic tongue, god it did.

Your orgasm hit you like a flash, as your arched into his head and stuttered his name loudly. The growl he let out was low and heavy. He licked up your mixed juices while you twitched and shook.

He then lifted himself from you. His pupils were blown wide and his lower face was messy. “Divine, just as I thought.” He murmurs, “Your essence is sweet, and mixed with your blood..” he takes in a breath, and trails off.

You caught your breath, which was knocked out of you for a moment. Before you had time to respond, he’s making his next move. You glanced down as he sat up, noticing his prominent erection in his dress pants. It made you wonder how it would feel inside you now that you were on your cycle. You were sensitive already, but this time it was enhanced surely.

His sharp teeth nearly shined as he grinned darkly at you. “Your blood is irresistible.. and I can’t wait to see such delectable essence on my cock.”

His grin widens a bit more at seeing the you bite your lip with replenished need. You two have been intimate many times before, but this felt like so much more. With this, he could have claim every part of you, in your weakest state. In your most vulnerable time. And that thought alone has been driving him wild since he tasted you.

You barely even noticed when he took off his pants and vest, leaving his formal shirt slightly unbuttoned as he was too desperate to be inside you. Having said that, you also failed to notice when he was now hovering over you and positioning himself at your entrance. You feel his warm breath on your neck as he carefully plunged in. There was a mutual groan shared as he pushes in, inch by inch.

The mix of slick and blood made it easier to stuff you full of his cock. When he bottomed out, he couldn’t resist biting your shoulder. You whined from both pain and pleasure, as he laps up more of your sweetness. The taste of it on his tongue caused him to begin thrusting. “Always such a good little human, hm?” He rasps.

You let out a strangled moan at the sheer power of his thrusts in an attempt at a response. Your mind couldn’t even think about the pain in your abdomen with how good he was making you feel. His head pulls back to watch your lewd expressions. It was always his favorite. Just seeing how much of a mess he can make of you gets him going.

Even as such an individual as mighty as Muzan, he still falls into the irresistible pleasure he gets from you. The feelings he once was unfamiliar with, came easily when he met you.

His nails dig into your hips this time as with each thrust he pulls you to him, only increasing how deep he hit. Your whines echoed off the walls of your room, mixing with the slaps of skin. A faint but audible set of groans and grunts can also be heard from the man above you. Only you could drag these uncontrollable noises from the king himself.

The demon threw his head back, gripping under your thighs to bring them to your chest. That served to make him go even deeper than you thought possible. Your body was trembling under him, and the feeling of getting close came creeping up on you. The tightening of your pussy made his noises turn into something more animalistic. “Make a beautiful mess on my cock. I know you want to.” He coos breathily, his alluring eyes staring at your face.

And you were more than happy to follow as he said. Body twitching and ecstasy taking over, you came hard. Your mind was effectively taken over by the intensity of it all. A deep growl came out of his mouth as you convulsed and nearly milked him for all he’s worth. He felt close, and quicker than normal. The circumstances played a big part in speeding up his gratification in indulging in you.

You could barely keep your eyes open as he relentlessly thrusted, overstimulation making you shake pathetically. He reveled in your form and the sensation. After a few more harsh thrusts, he gives a final one that fills you with his cum. “That’s it,” he moans huskily, “Take it all..”

When he spilled all he could into you, he pulled out and let his dick lay on your stomach. He looked down at the fluids connecting it to your messy cunt. A sight he could get used to.

Though, he’s no weak man by any means. It wasn’t long before his stamina allowed him to become hard again. A desire-filled smirk was plastered on his face. “You should know that I am far from done.”

As his lover, you definitely knew that. But as a human, you weren’t sure how far he would take it this time. The king wasn’t going to give you time to think about that, however.

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I wasn't expecting this kind of KIBUTSUJI MUZAN:

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The demon outside my bedroom

(Kokushibo x hashira!fem!reader, slight spoilers for his backstory)

Every night, at the exact same time, you would hear a soft knock on your bedroom door. A large, dark figure stood in your garden, waiting to be let inside. But after sliding your door aside, you were greeted by your boyfriend’s six eyes staring back at you.

“My moonlight.”

His voice was deep and would rumble in his chest, making you shiver. After inviting your demon inside, the bedroom lights would illuminate his face. Six eyes staring expectantly at you, waiting for something. As a sign of trust, the demon would close his upper and lower two eyes, only leaving the ones in the center. He looked less demonic, perhaps he’s trying to please you by trying to look more human?

“Kokushibo.”

Your voice felt like a soothing melody to him. It calmed his mind, soul and body in an instant. When you cup Kokushibo’s cheeks, he fully leaned into your touch. He misses being with you during the day and having you close to him. Kokushibo leaned closer to your face, admiring your features. When his lips met yours, Kokushibo sighed softly. Your lips felt warm and moist, so welcoming. So intoxicating.

His cold hands would carefully hover over your neck, slowly setting down on your collarbone. Kokushibo opened all six of his eyes and let his mind engrave a portrait of you into his memory. He cannot remember his late wife, kids, friends or family. Just of his damned brother. But he wants to remember you, so that when the time comes that you are not around, Kokushibo would cherish every single memory, every single time he saw your face, felt your hands, lips, hair, for all eternity.

Ever since Kokushibo fell for you, he followed Akaza’s path and avoided eating women, and eating humans entirely. He tries to deprave himself from consuming human flesh until he absolutely needs it. He feels like he would dirty or taint you if he kisses you with the same mouth he consumes humans with. Luckily, Muzan hasn’t noticed his new diet yet. Or rather the lack of it.

Kokushibo is an extremely jealous man, and even thinking about other hashira flirting with you, makes him feel incredible rage. You can’t tell any of your colleagues about your relationship since you can’t really openly talk about dating the number 2 worst enemy of you all. So instead of telling your hashira with words that you are not single, Kokushibo took it upon himself to demonstrate it on your body.

He will nibble and kiss your whole neck, leaving obvious hickeys in places where you cannot hide them. Kokushibo enjoys making you squirm while he does this, taking pleasure from your whining and complaining. He will hold you close, holding you by your waist and neck while doing this affectionate assault.

Your skin is the sweetest, forbidden fruit he has ever tasted, and Kokushibo is incredibly grateful that he is the only man that ever experience you like this. He will make sure that he is going to be the only and the last man to ever experience you like this.

“My moon, my dearest moonlight. You are mine and I am yours, and I swear to protect you for all eternity.

💠

I’ll probably make this into a mini series, and I’ll write something similar for the other Upper Moons and Muzan. Perhaps, if someone requests it, I’ll do something similar for the hashira and a demon reader. I would like to credit my cat as a co-author.

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK.

Take care of yourselves <3

The demon that… masterlist

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Arcane characters reacting to you coming home drunk

Tags: mention of alkohol, mention of drinking, 18+

Jayce/Viktor/Vi/Caitlyn/Jinx/Ekko/Silco/sevika

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Jayce

It was past midnight when Jayce heard the apartment door creak open.

Odd. You were supposed to be out with friends, just a casual drink or two, but you never came home this late without texting him.

He stood from the couch, already halfway through unbuttoning his dress shirt from a long day at the Council Hall. A flicker of worry tensed in his chest as he moved toward the hallway, just in time to hear something crash against the wall.

“…I meant to do that,” came your voice, a little too loud. “Totally intentional.”

Jayce blinked as you appeared around the corner, one shoe missing, jacket half off your shoulders, cheeks flushed bright pink. Your eyes lit up when you saw him.

“Jayyyce!” you grinned, arms thrown wide like he was a prize you’d just won. “You’re home!”

“You’re home,” he said slowly, eyebrows raised. “Very… ungracefully.”

You stumbled a little, tripped over absolutely nothing, and then caught yourself on the wall with a dramatic gasp.

“These floors are slippery. You should talk to whoever designed them.” You squinted. “Wait. Was that you?”

Jayce bit back a laugh, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Gods, how much did you drink?”

“I don’t remember,” you sang. “But there was a shot called The Firelight. It tasted like betrayal and cinnamon.”

He reached for you instinctively as you took another wobbly step, gently wrapping his arms around your waist to steady you. You melted against him like a satisfied puddle.

“You’re warm,” you mumbled into his shirt. “And very shiny.”

“Shiny?”

You blinked up at him, poking his chest like you’d discovered a new species. “Councilman muscles.”

Jayce snorted. “Okay, time for water. Lots of water. And maybe food.”

“What I want is you, a blanket, and maybe, hear me out, a bathtub full of mashed potatoes.”

He sighed, fond, exasperated, and a little bit in awe of how adorable you could be while clearly obliterated. “You’re going to hate yourself tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow Me can fight me.”

Jayce guided you gently to the couch, helping you sit down while kicking off your other shoe for you. He tucked a throw blanket over your shoulders and disappeared to grab a glass of water and some crackers. When he returned, you were already dozing, head tipped back, mouth parted slightly.

He sat beside you, brushing your hair gently from your face, heart softening. You always brought chaos into his order, light into his seriousness, and even drunk out of your mind, you still somehow made his world better.

“Sleep, Firelight,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”

Viktor

Viktor wasn’t expecting you to come home that late. He had stayed in the lab longer than planned, lost in a maze of notes and calculations, but the moment the clock crept past 1:00 AM and you still hadn’t messaged him, he began to worry.

So when he finally heard the front door click open, followed by a loud, clumsy thud and a muffled groan, he pushed back from his desk with a sigh, and his cane, already expecting the worst.

“I’m fine!” you called out before he even entered the hallway. “Totally fine. No injuries. I only fell… twice. Maybe three times.”

“Ah. So a record-breaking night,” Viktor said dryly, stepping into the dimly lit hallway to find you crouched on the floor, wrestling with your boots like they had personally wronged you.

You looked up at him with wide eyes and a dramatic gasp. “Viktor!”

Your whole face lit up in that way it only did when you were drunk and thrilled to see him.

“You’re here. You’re so smart. And handsome. And you smell like ink and genius.”

He blinked. “That’s… oddly specific.”

You stumbled toward him with open arms, nearly taking him out as you hugged him tight. “I missed you all night. Everyone kept talking and laughing and the drinks kept… multiplying.”

He steadied you with one arm around your back and one hand gently gripping your forearm, guiding you toward the couch. “Drinks cannot multiply, dear. That’s not how alcohol works.”

“That’s what you think. You haven’t met the tequila fairy.”

He let out a quiet laugh, sitting you down with practiced care. His touch was gentle, his voice low, soothing.

“Did gravity offend you tonight, or were you simply trying to challenge it?”

You giggled as he helped remove your jacket, your fingers flopping uselessly. “It started it.”

“I’m sure.”

He disappeared for a moment and came back with a glass of water, kneeling beside you as he handed it over. You stared at it like it was an ancient artifact.

“What’s this?”

“Life-saving hydration,” he said patiently. “Drink, or tomorrow you’ll regret your life choices.”

You downed half of it and then immediately burrowed into his shoulder with a content sigh. “You’re so soft.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Soft?”

“Emotionally.”

He smiled, just faintly, just for you.

“Only with you.”

You nuzzled against him sleepily. “I’m never drinking again.”

“You said that last time. And the time before.”

“Well now I mean it.”

Viktor stroked your hair gently, his voice dipping into something warm and steady. “Then I’ll be here next time too, ready with water and soft judgment.”

“You love me.”

“I do,” he said simply, resting his cheek against the top of your head. “Even when you bring home tequila fairies.”

Vi

The door slammed open with the kind of dramatic flair only someone very drunk could manage.

Vi, who had been lying on the couch with one leg draped over the backrest and a magazine she wasn’t really reading, shot upright.

“What the—”

“Baaaaaaabe,” your voice sang from the hallway, slurred and breathy like you were trying to seduce the air. “I live here now.”

“You already live here, dumbass,” Vi called back, rising from the couch with a grin pulling at her lips. “What the hell happened to one drink and then home?”

“They were very persuasive,” you said, stumbling into the room dramatically with your arms wide like a very friendly zombie. “They said I needed to have a good time. And I did. I’m like, 87% good time right now.”

Vi crossed her arms and arched a brow, trying to keep her cool, but the sight of you, with your hair slightly wild, eyeliner smudged from laughing too hard, and your shirt half untucked, made it really hard not to smile.

“Did anyone mess with you?” she asked, eyes narrowing slightly. “Anyone touch you weird? Say something they shouldn’t?”

You squinted at her. “Why? Are you gonna punch them?”

“That depends on how much they deserve it.”

You staggered closer and flopped against her, nearly knocking both of you over. She caught you with a grunt, steadying your swaying form and looping her arms around your waist.

“You smell like alcohol and bad decisions,” she muttered against your neck.

“You smell like heaven, punchy goddess of my heart,” you slurred, dramatically cupping her cheeks like you were proposing.

Vi let out a breathy laugh, grabbing your hands gently and pulling you down onto the couch with her.

“Alright, alright, lightweight. Let’s sit before you crack your head open trying to serenade me again.”

“You loved that serenade.”

“You were singing the Zaunite anthem to a breadstick,” she deadpanned.

You leaned into her with a proud little hum. “It was very moving.”

Vi chuckled again, pulling the throw blanket over you both and letting you rest your head against her shoulder. You were already starting to drift off, limbs heavy and thoughts slower by the second.

“You gonna take care of me tomorrow when I’m dying?” you mumbled.

Vi kissed your forehead. “Of course. I’ll even make you greasy breakfast and pretend not to say ‘I told you so.’”

“You’re perfect,” you sighed.

“Damn right I am,” she whispered, tucking you closer. “Now sleep before you throw up on my boots.”

Caitlyn

It was almost 2:00 AM when Caitlyn heard the front door click open with an unmistakably loud thud.

She had been reading by the fireplace, a cup of half-cold tea beside her and your text from earlier replaying in her mind: “just one drink!”

“Darling?” she called, her voice calm but sharp.

“Shhhh…” came your delayed reply. “I’m being… sneaky.”

Thud.

Caitlyn sighed deeply, already rising to her feet, heels clicking softly as she rounded the corner, only to find you trying (and failing) to kick your boots off without using your hands.

You looked up with an exaggerated gasp, eyes wide. “My lady of House Kiramman,” you slurred dramatically, “you are as radiant as ever.”

“And you are as intoxicated as I feared,” she said coolly, folding her arms. “You smell like… spiced rum and bad judgment.”

You wobbled toward her, arms open and entirely unapologetic. “Come here, my beautiful enforcer. Arrest me with your love.”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, but she caught you nonetheless, steadying your balance with her hands on your hips. “You are absolutely insufferable when drunk.”

“You adore me.”

“That is tragically true.”

She guided you gently to the couch, helping you sit without collapsing entirely. You immediately flopped over, resting your head in her lap with a dramatic groan.

“Why are pillows illegal?” you mumbled into her thigh.

“They’re not,” she said dryly. “You’re simply too drunk to find one.”

She began undoing your coat buttons, careful and meticulous, her movements soft despite her mildly irritated expression.

“You’re lucky no one tried to take advantage of you,” she murmured, brushing hair from your face. “Zaun is one thing, but Piltover’s upper bars can be just as dangerous when you’re not paying attention.”

You peeked up at her. “Aww. Were you worried about me?”

“I always worry about you,” she said, finally letting her guard drop a little. “Because I love you. And because you have a tendency to get loud, flirty, and somewhat belligerent after two drinks.”

“I was charming.”

“You tried to flirt with a waiter by quoting a hextech patent,” she replied flatly.

You groaned and buried your face in her lap. “Kill me.”

Caitlyn chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss the top of your head. “Not tonight. But I am making you drink two glasses of water before bed and I’ll be waking you at 7 a.m. for a proper hangover lecture.”

“You’re such a cop.”

“And you love it.”

“Ugh. I do.”

She smiled, brushing her fingers along your jaw.

“Next time, you’re taking me with you. I’ll keep you out of trouble.”

“…But where’s the fun in that?”

Caitlyn sighed fondly. “You are the trouble.”

Jinx

The second you stumbled through the door, giggling to yourself and talking to your keys like they were alive, Jinx knew something was up.

She was upside down on the couch, literally, legs over the back, blue hair spilling onto the floor, when she spotted you swaying into the hallway.

“Oooooh no,” she grinned, flipping upright in one fluid motion. “Who let you get this messed up without me?”

You blinked at her, glassy eyed and beaming. “Jinx!”

“The one and only, baby,” she laughed, already walking over to you. “And look at you, all floppy and flushed. Were you partying without me?”

“Maaaaybe,” you slurred. “But it wasn’t fun without you. They didn’t throw any explosives.”

“Ugh, amateurs.”

You leaned into her, arms loose around her shoulders, clinging more for balance than affection, but she held you tight anyway, grinning against your cheek.

“You smell like someone spilled a distillery on you,” she teased.

“They might have.”

“I should be mad, but honestly? This is hilarious.”

She dragged you toward the couch and tossed you down like a sack of potatoes, then flopped beside you, bouncing your leg with hers.

“Tell me everything. Who danced on a table? Who cried in the bathroom? Who did you threaten to fight?”

You slurred something incoherent, which made her snort.

“Okay, new plan. You talk later. Water now.”

She disappeared and came back with a huge glass and a straw, because, in her words, “sippy cups are for cowards, and straws are sexy.” She handed it to you with a mischievous wink.

“Drink up, buttercup. If you puke on my boots, I’ll never let you live it down.”

“You’d still kiss me after.”

“Debatable,” she smirked. “Depends on how cute you look mid vomit.”

You took a sip and laid your head on her shoulder. Jinx quieted just a little, her fingers tapping gently along your knee.

“Y’know,” she said after a beat, “I kinda hate when you’re out without me.”

“Jealous?”

“Maaaybe,” she hummed. “But also, if anyone messed with you, I will blow up their mailbox. Just say the word.”

“You’re the best.”

“Duh,” she smirked, pulling a blanket over you both. “Now sleep, drunkie. You’ll need your energy for tomorrow.”

“For what?”

“For me. Payback party. I’m bringing fireworks and slingshots.”

“…oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

Ekko

You stumble through the door of Ekko’s hideout in the Undercity, giggling at nothing and clearly out of it. Your eyes are glassy, and your coat is only half on as you fumble with the zipper, completely unaware of the figure watching you from the corner with crossed arms.

Ekko raises a brow, stepping out of the shadows.

“Well damn… Look who decided to show up lookin’ like they fought gravity and lost.”

His voice is casual, teasing even, but the tightness in his jaw betrays his concern.

You blink, swaying.

“Ekko! You’re so pretty… like, like a clock… no, a time wizard. A sexy time wizard.”

He snorts. “Okay, you’re definitely drunk.”

Ekko steps forward and gently catches you as you nearly trip over your own feet, steadying you by the waist. You lean into him with a dramatic sigh, your forehead dropping to his shoulder.

“Didn’t mean to worry you,” you mumble.

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he walks you to the beat up couch, helping you sit before crouching in front of you.

“You didn’t answer your comm,” he says, voice lower now. “You go topside and come back smelling like glitter and regret, and you think I’m not gonna worry?”

You blink slowly.

“Glitter and regret smell good…”

He can’t help the laugh that escapes him. Despite himself, he presses a quick kiss to your forehead.

“We’re talkin’ about this tomorrow. And you’re drinkin’ water. Like, a lot.”

You groan and fall back onto the couch, throwing an arm over your eyes.

“You love me.”

Ekko chuckles as he places a glass of water in your hand.

“Yeah, yeah. But if you puke on my jacket, we’re fighting.”

Silco

You barely manage to unlock the door to Silco’s office. The metal creaks louder than usual as you stagger in, clumsy and giggling to yourself.

He’s at his desk, of course, pen in hand, papers spread out, always working, always composed. His single visible eye lifts slowly. He doesn’t speak, but his expression tightens.

“You’re late.”

His voice is cold, measured. But his hands have stilled.

You sway, offering a crooked smile.

“Time’s fake anyway.”

He sets his pen down with a soft click.

“Are you drunk?”

“Only a little. Maybe a lot. Depends on how you define drunk.”

You hiccup and laugh, and for a second, it looks like he might sigh.

He stands and crosses the room in calm, deliberate steps. You don’t notice the slight tremor in his hand until he reaches out to steady you.

“I told you to send a message if you were going topside.”

“I didn’t forget,” you lie, wrapping your arms lazily around his waist.

“I just got distracted. With… you know. Shots.”

He huffs through his nose, a sound that could almost be called amused if you didn’t know him better.

“And who exactly let you stumble through the Lanes like this? Alone?”

You shrug. “Some guy tried to flirt with me. I told him I belonged to the Eye of Zaun.”

That catches his attention. His brow lifts.

“Did you?”

You nod, proud. “Told him if he touched me, you’d drown him in shimmer.”

There’s a long pause.

Then, quietly, so softly only you would hear it:

“…Good girl.”

He helps you sit down gently on the couch in the corner of his office, removing your coat with surprising care.

“Drink this,” he says, placing a glass of water in your hand.

“And don’t ever make me wonder if something’s happened to you again.”

You blink at him, lips curling into a lazy smile.

“You were worried.”

He leans in, brushing his lips against your temple.

“Of course I was. You’re the only thing in this city I can’t replace.”

Sevika

You stumble through the back door of the Last Drop, coat half off and shoes in your hands, trying (and failing) to sneak in unnoticed.

Sevika’s sitting at the bar, cigar between her lips, eyes narrowed. She doesn’t move, just watches you, unimpressed.

“Seriously?”

Her voice cuts through the quiet like a blade.

“You’re walkin’ around the Undercity barefoot, drunk, and lookin’ like a half dead pigeon.”

You hiccup. “Helloooooo, gorgeous…”

She sighs, slouching back against the bar and flicking some ash off her cigar.

“You got a death wish or somethin’? What were you even drinkin’?”

“Everything.”

That earns a short, dry laugh. She stands up slowly and walks toward you, boots heavy on the wooden floor. One arm snakes around your waist before you tip over, pulling you upright with an ease that’s equal parts frustrating and hot.

“Of course. You’d go out gettin’ plastered without backup. Fuckin’ brilliant.”

You lean your head on her shoulder, giggling.

“But I came back to youuu…”

Sevika rolls her eyes, but her grip on you tightens.

“Yeah, yeah. Lucky for you, I don’t let people I like get shanked in alleys.”

She steers you toward the back room, muttering curses under her breath the whole way. You nearly trip on the doorway, but she catches you with her prosthetic arm like it’s nothing. It’s warm, buzzing faintly with a low hum, and it steadies you more than you care to admit.

“Sit. Drink water. And if you puke on my bed, you’re cleanin’ it with your damn teeth.”

You flop down dramatically. “You careeee…”

She growls, dragging a blanket over you as she tosses the cigar out.

“Shut up and sleep it off. You can be annoying when you’re sober too, don’t make this a habit.”

But later, when you’ve dozed off, Sevika pulls the blanket higher, brushing your hair from your face with her human hand. She watches your breathing settle, then mutters so quietly it’s barely audible,

“…Dumbass. Should’ve known you’d find a way under my skin.”

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season 2 claggor x fem reader maybe they get caught making out?? thank you for keeping the tag alive 

of courseee and thank you!!!<3

Arcane Imagines- Claggor

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Summary: in which you and claggor get caught in a lil steamy moment.

“We’ll see you guys later!” Powder and Ekko wave goodbye, leaving our home to go out on a well-needed date. Claggor, Mylo and you tell them to have fun and enjoy themselves. You bring your legs up on the couch, playing around with your necklace. “Welp, this is boring. I’m leaving.” Mylo stands up, grabbing his jacket. He doesn’t even say anything when walking out the door.

 

Claggor and you turn to one another before chuckling. “We have the house to ourselves it seems.” He smiles. The corners of your lips doing the same movement. “What should we do?” You ask, holding onto your knees. The two of you had recently started dating after being friends since you two were children. You were raised by a close friend of Vander’s and Benzo’s. You had grown close with the others, especially Powder, being best friends. Claggor was her older brother and it felt weird to go after him but then he pursued you. It was kept a secret from the others and still is. You didn’t know how to tell Powder you were dating Claggor at all. Not knowing how to bring it up. 

“Want to cook?” He proposes and you purse your lips, shrugging your shoulders as if to say “why not.” He stands up from his chair, going over to you to help you up. 

You lead the way to the kitchen. “Pizza?” You tilt your head, opening the fridge. “Sounds good.” He hums, getting the cutting board out along with the flour and oil. You grab the cold ingredients. 

“I hope it turns out better than when Mylo did it.” You comment, throwing the stuff on the counter. Claggor laughs, “I don’t think we’d have the skill to catch the pizza on fire and only burn the inside.” He shakes his head, remembering when Mylo woke everyone screaming that there was a fire. “Fun times.” You whisper. 

You leave the room momentarily to put on some music before joining back. “Alright, let’s start.” You roll your sleeves all the way up to wash your hands before actually touching anything. Claggor had already done that when you left the kitchen. 

The two of you start off together before you get distracted by the song that came on. Dancing around the room, pretending to smack your boyfriend’s butt. He didn’t mind taking care of the pizza, this usually happens when you cook. In the middle of it you’d get bored or distracted by something small. Forgetting about the ingredients on the counter. 

“Alright, did you preheat the oven?” He asks suddenly, already knowing the answer though. You forgot to do it. Your arms drop to your sides with a frightened expression. He bursts out laughing. “It’s okay, babe. I figured you wouldn’t have.” He kisses your forehead and you frown. “Rude.” You cross your arms and look away. “But true.” You mutter. He gets the oven started and you both watch it heat up, leaning on the opposite counter. 

“Sorry.” You say sadly, upset that you can’t have the pizza sooner. “It’s okay, I promise.” He snorts, pulling you into his chest, hugging you. “I’m so hungry.” You whine, tugging on the chest of his shirt. 

“Same, but it’s only going to take a couple minutes.” He says, but right as he says that the oven dings meaning that it’s done heating up. He lets me go and you  open the oven door for him as he grabs the pizza and sets it in. Shutting the oven. 

“Set the timer.” He points over to the tiny little timer next to the oven on your side. You set it to twenty-five minutes, clapping your hands after placing it down. Since you two had some time you decided to go back to the couch and cuddle for a little bit. You were snug between the cushion and partly on top of him. Legs tangled together. He pets your head as you stare at the coffee table. Only thinking about how good his fingers feel on your scalp. 

He stops after a couple minutes, staring down at you. “You’re very pretty, y’know.” He compliments, you lift your head to look at him. “Really? Say more.” You tease making him snicker. “I could compliment you all day.” His hands travel down to your waist, rubbing up and down. “I’d love to hear just a few.” You cross your arms on his chest to rest your chin on them. 

“You’re very smart even though you get easily distracted.” He begins and you pout. “Not off to a good start.” His body shakes under you with laughter. “Sorry, sorry.” He apologizes. 

“You are incredibly kind, I don’t understand why. Kind to people who don’t deserve it. Also just beautiful. Your inside matches the physicality and not a lot of people can say the same.” He tells you. “So nice on the eyes. More than nice. I love admiring you.” His hands start to get lower and lower on your back/ hips. “An amazing kisser.” He raspily says when his face gets closer to yours. 

“You think so?” You hum, eyes flickering between his lips back to his eyes. “I know so.” He pecks your lips. You slowly move your legs so that you are straddling him now. You butt right above his crotch. 

“Let’s make sure I’m truly right though.” He sits himself up a little more and kisses you. 

You moan into the kiss, lips cushioning one anothers. You press further onto him, gripping his shirt for dear life. “Mm, you drive me crazy.” He musters taking a small breather before getting right back to making out. His tongue licks your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You open your mouth allowing it. 

He takes it and battles with your own tongue. Going back and forth not even noticing the fact that the front door opened. 

You move his hand from your back down to your ass before bringing your own hand to the back of his neck. Not wanting to let him go. He grips your clothed flesh. You pull a little bit on his hairs on the back of his head on accident, getting a low groan in response, vibrating your lips. His free hand is holding you tightly by your waist. Making sure you were right against his torso. 

You do it for another time to take another breather, but really it was because you wanted to do something more. “Wow!” A voice laughs from the corner of the living room, startling you both. You jump off of Claggor. “In the family room!?” Ekko grips onto his stomach with laughter as Powder was trying to bite her own giggles. Claggor and your faces flushing tremendously. “I- sorry.” You put your head down, not believing that neither of you heard the door open or close. 

“We already knew about you two, don’t worry.” Powder puts her purse on the hook. “You guys made pizza?” Ekko excitedly asks, heading to the kitchen. 

“It’s not… done yet.” You say, not understanding why they’re home from their date not even an hour into it. “Oh can’t wait to eat it then.” He chuckles from the kitchen. Powder smacks her brothers back, plopping down on the couch. “Have fun there, didn’t ya.” She teases him. He rolls his eyes. 

“[Name], you okay? You look mortified?” She asks me and you turn to her, blinking slowly. “You knew?” 

“Of course we knew, you two are not discrete… whatsoever.” She smirks up at you. “And you just let me think you didn’t know!?” You cry out, hiding your face in your hands in embarrassment. “Mm I knew you’d tell me when you wanted to or I’d “find out” like this.” She uses finger quotations then does a hand motion to the room. 

“At least we don’t have to hide it anymore, babe.” Claggor stands up, rubbing your back. “Doesn’t stop the shame I am feeling right now.” You turn into his chest, still hiding your face. 

“Bleh, babe.” Powder mocks, playfully gagging. “Oh you can’t be talking, sweetie.” Ekko sits down beside his girlfriend and you turn to see her face turn red. “Shut up.” She looks away. 

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the way claggor looks at powder makes me so sad 💔 also the way vi looks at mylo like ‘you ready to run?’ MY HEARTTTTT.

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Lay your heart down, the end's in sight Conscience begs for you to do what's right Every day it's still the same dull knife Stab it through and justify your pride

KNIVES AND PENS BY BLACK VEIL BRIDES (2009)

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scout taylor-compton and andy sixx <3

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silco you’re perfect to me