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Devil's Night

I looked out of my window wearily towards the hazy, night sky. A smothering fog engulfed the busy city below me. Constant sounds of screaming, singing, and yelling could faintly be heard as people swarmed in and out of buildings, high off of a concoction of drugs and any other substances they could get their hands on. I sighed as I looked around at the busy streets. Cop cars flooded a nearby bar where I could faintly see a man fighting with one of the police officers in a drunken rage, his face hidden under a mask portraying some sort of demon or monster. Either way, this wasn’t anything surprising.

It was Devil’s Night. 

I walked away from the window towards my bedroom. Well, our bedroom I should say. At times it would feel as if It were only mine considering the man I live with, my beautiful, loving, husband,  was often gone trying to make ends meet with the group of men who killed us. The scars on my body are a constant reminder of the horrible, grotesque things that had been done to me only three years ago. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the horrible memories.  

As I sat down at my vanity, I took a look at myself in the mirror - something that I loathed doing. Although somehow I was alive, whether it be my the power of God or some demonic play of power, I still always felt I looked more dead than ever. My cheeks were hollow and my skin was ghostly pale. I grabbed a brush and slowly began to brush the tangled curls of my dark brown hair. 

I suddenly heard a faint creak and looked up past my reflection in the mirror. A dark figure crouched by the window of the bed and stood up, closing the window behind him. I gasped but instantly stopped myself from going into fight or flight mode. This wasn’t an intruder. This was the man who saved my life. 

“My Eric” I thought to myself. His face paint was smeared across his face as he looked up at me with a smile. 

“Hello beautiful” he said as he walked towards me, kneeling down to kiss my cheek. His hair was dripping wet from the rain, and I could smell the cigarette smoke emitting from his clothes. I breathed out a sigh of relief and turned to look at him. 

“Hi, honey. You know we do have a door for a reason, right?” I laughed and looked up into his dark eyes. He smiled and combed his fingers through my hair. 

“Yes, yes. But it’s so much easier to climb up to you rather than go up all of those stairs. Besides, I was too excited. I have something for you.” 

Eric fished through his pocket and pulled out a small dark box. He opened it and my eyes started to fill with tears as I gazed upon the golden ring he held in his hand. 

“You…you found it?” I said as I shakingly covered my mouth with one hand. “H..How?..Where?” 

He pulled the ring from the box and I held out my left hand as he gently slid the ring on my finger.

“I had to do some digging, and definitely got into a scuffle with a few druggies on the way, but eventually I was able to find the pawn shop that it was sold to.” 

I stood up and hugged him in a swift motion. His strong arms wrapped around my small frame and I kissed his cheek, ending with a long kiss on his rough, black-painted lips. I looked into his loving eyes, and he smiled. 

“Happy anniversary” he said as he held my face in his hands and kissed me longingly. I kissed him back just as passionately, my hands running through his curly black hair. 

“Happy anniversary Eric. I don’t know how I could ever deserve you. You are too good for me. You just… You just do so much for me and - 

He placed a  finger on his lips and made a “shhh” sound while shaking his head. 

“There’s no need for that. You do plenty for me and besides, this isn’t a competition. I love you, Shelly. You are everything to me. My life, my soul. You complete me in ways I never thought possible.” He gently lifted my left hand and kissed it. He then peppered me with kisses on my arm and up to my neck, gently sucking on my soft skin. 

I left out a soft breath. “I love you too.” I say, closing my eyes as he began to kiss up and down my neck.. 

I had never felt so safe with someone, so loved by someone in my entire life. Eric protected me from things I couldn’t even imagine. He constantly reassured me that I was beautiful, and that I was worthy of his love. He was everything I could dream of, and I would do anything for him. Anything. 

“Eric”? I said with a shaky breath.

“Hmm”? He whispered as he continued kissing. He stopped and held my head in his hands, gazing into my blue eyes. 

“I want you…I..I need you” I said, shyly looking at him. He smirked and kissed my forehead. 

“I’m all yours my beloved” He said. He kissed me harder on the lips this time, making sure to gently nibble on my bottom lip. I slowly moved my hands to undo his black leather pants and he shook off his jet-black trench coat. His fingers caressed my skin as he slowly slid off my white, lacey tank top, kissing me long and hard. 

He gently laid me on the bed, making sure there was a pillow underneath my head. He was always so thoughtful with the way he handled me. I rushed to take off his shirt and he did just the same with mine. We threw the rest of our clothes off of the bed and embraced each other.

I could feel myself begin to get wet as he slowly kissed from my neck, down towards my breasts, and to my stomach. I ran my fingers through his hair as he began to gently slide his warm tongue up and down my slit. I softly moaned and thrusted my hips against his mouth, an overwhelming feeling of pleasure rushing inside my body. He then took his fingers and inserted them inside, curling and uncurling them continuously in a swift motion. Sucking  gently on my clit, he looked up at me with his dark eyes and I could tell he was smirking.

I felt my face grow hot as I became embarrassed. Looking at my sweet Eric, black face paint surrounding his eyes as he gazed into mine was almost too much. He could tell I was getting shy, and he decided to use this to his advantage. 

He suddenly fingered me faster, and harder. Using one hand, he grabbed my throat firmly and used his tongue to lick and kiss and suck. I moaned loader, clutching his hair and grinding against his warm tongue. A few minutes passed and he slowly came to a halt, kissing my thighs. 

My breath quickened as he began to rub his thick, hard cock against my clit. He leaned down towards me, kissing me long and hard so I could taste myself on his tongue.

“Did you like that?” He whispered in between kisses, continuously grinding his cock against my slit. I nodded my head, letting out soft moans. 

“Y-yes… so much.” I then took his face in my hands and looked at him. “Please don’t stop,” I said. He grinned mischievously, his hair hovering partly over my face. I could tell he was enjoying himself. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it my love” 

To be continued… 

Okay GUYS this was my very first post on tumblr and I just want to say, writing this had me kicking and screaming and getting red-face with my head in my hands. I’ve never written something like that before, but I loveeee Eric Draven so much and I’ve seen a lot of people wanting the 1994 version of him in a smut-related scenario so I thought I’d give it a shot. Please don’t hate me if it’s bad or if it doesn't make sense. It’s almost midnight and I wrote this in one sitting. Anyways, lmk if you guys want more and I can see what I can do.

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I wake up, I wish my life would have been different, I get mad about it, I try to distract myself, I go on walks, I take photos of the sunsets and the moon and everything I find pretty

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"u heard me! it's perfectly written notes & coffee shop study dates season, academic excellence & cute stationary, early morning classes & chai lattes, afternoons in the library and perfect grades, be the smartest girl in class"

- red smoothie girl on twt

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sorry for the spam i’m feeling manic atm

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i don’t want to have a “career”. i want to stay at home and bake for my husband!!! girlblog ab books i’m reading and good recipes to make! i was not placed on this earth for work i was placed here to go on walks and listen to music and be pretty !!!!!!!! anyways

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At my core I need to shut the hell up and read a short novel that changes me forever

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i am so sleep deprived. I woke up this morning, my eyes puffy from crying all night. i feel awful, but i still have to do my homework bc, yk, academic validation or whatever. also this is a good song and everyone should listen to it. ok goodbye now

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all i want

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No matter how much I sleep I’m always tired

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"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot explain it to myself."

- Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

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“The other day, lying in bed, I felt my heart beating for the first time in a long while. I realized how little I live in my body, how much in my mind”

-Rodger kamenetz, from Terra infirma

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{Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24/ Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966/ Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden/ Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955/ Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood, page 276/ Michael Ondaatje/ Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden/ D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent/ Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit/ Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; "In The Pines,"}

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-Yiwei Chai, the jacaranda years

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real

— Fiona Apple