#ruined draven

[galaxymagick]

bg3 playthrough🏹

thought we'd have a wonderful peaceful nature moment away from all the blood, chaos, and noise... i was wrong🐄🐕🪿

[xxx-ang3l-w1th-a-sh0tgun-xxx]

so sad Halloween is over even though i did literally nothing different yesterday apart from accidentally waking up at 5pm

[noxianwilled]

riven being the sentinel from noxus was so disappointing i'll never get over it actually 😔

[vixtionary]

club was wild last night fr fr

[drahven]

the funnier and wayyy prettier brother at your service , hah!

[kingkat12]

art on art (eric draven x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, piv sex, oral sex (female receiving), drug mentions, nasty fluff tihi

summary: why hasn't Eric reached out after leaving rehab yet, and how long does it take for marker ink to fade?

word count: 5,272 PART 1, PART 2, PART 3

a/n: this is part 3 of my Eric Draven fanfic draw you! thanks again for the overwhelming support of this series, and enjoy!!<333

Some broken part of me never expected to see Eric again. I knew that the previous men in my life would leave the second they got what they wanted out of me, so why should I hope for this one to be different?

I had been out of rehab for exactly two weeks now, and I knew this meant that Eric was out as well. He had my address, he had my number, and he weirdly enough also had my email address... yet I hadn't heard anything from him. Not a single thing. I wasn't quite sure why my heart was breaking at the realization I had been thrown away again-- I should be used to this.

In actuality, I knew exactly why my hopes were up.

The last time I saw Eric, had been right before I was about to leave rehab. We were standing in my room, the guards no longer watching me as I was technically excused and only there to get my stuff. I was packing everything into a big cardboard box, unable to meet Eric's green eyes as he sat on my bed-- he just looked so damn sad, I couldn't bring myself to watch. 

At the same time, I couldn't believe that he was upset about me leaving; no one had ever cared for me like that before. "Why do you look like that?" I eventually asked, stuffing his drawings into a book so that they wouldn't get ruined during the move. 

"Like what?"

"Like I'm about to shoot a puppy,"

Eric snorted, a slight smile finally forming across his lips. "Just thinking about how shit these next days are going to be without you here,"

I dared to gaze at him, watching his chest rise and fall in a long sigh. Even while doing the simplest act of sitting, Eric looked downright gorgeous. His dark hair had grown even longer during the time we had known each other, which allowed slight curls to form along his forehead. Draped in pink, tattoos peeking up from the collar of his jumper, green eyes soft with feelings-- the sight was almost enough to make my breath hitch.

"Oh, you won't notice I'm gone," I mumbled, trying to lighten the mood at the same time as I tried to be discreet about shoving my underwear down into the box. "Time will fly by, don't you worry."

Eric shifted, moving closer to the edge of the bed. He stopped me from picking up the next batch of my stuff, leading my hands into his as his rounded eyes sunk into mine. "You're saying that as though I won't miss you,"

I held my breath, unsure what to say. 

Eric noticed my hesitance, squeezing my hands; "I will miss you. Do you understand that?"

Oh, I most certainly did not understand that. Not at all. But it didn't stop my heart from swelling, beating harder than it probably ever had before. It also didn't get any better when Eric led me between his legs, letting go of my hands so that he could put his against my waist. He looked up at me through his thick, long lashes, clearly trying to make me understand the longing lingering in his body. "Will you miss me?"

There was no question in my mind that I would. I'd miss him every second of every day, as I already did. However, I wasn't sure whether it was smart to tell him this, or whether that would make him lose interest like my previous flings. But weirdly enough, something told me I could trust this guy-- or was that just his pretty face doing the talking? "I will," I said, taking his face into my hands, brushing my thumbs over his cheeks in a newfound sense of affection.

Eric's previously glossy look suddenly became a hopeful one-- he pulled me even closer, my hands going up into his hair as he buried his face against the crook of my neck. 

There was something so sincere about him, that I couldn't help but smile. Even now, as I remembered it. Was I stupid to imagine that it had all been real? That he hadn't acted like he would miss me just out of pity?

This was definitely my insecurity talking. I needed to get it all out of my head-- which is exactly why I ended up going out tonight, my friends by my side as we made our way into our usual spot at the club downtown. Being back in the darkness of this place, music blasting through my ears, brought a lot of memories back; specifically the dark ones. 

However, I wasn't drinking. I wasn't taking anything, and I wasn't planning on doing so. In the back of my mind, I kept imagining a scenario where Eric would finally reach out and find me relapsed... and that was certainly not ideal. Then he'd definitely not want to be with me.

Maybe I just needed to forget about him?

And so I began trying-- it didn't take long before I sat down next to some guy trying to tell me about his life story. I had never been this disinterested in my life, allowing him to put his arm around me as I stared up at the light-show on display across the roof, lost in thought.

I wondered where Eric was. What he was doing, who he was with, where he was. Whether he thought about me at all. It quickly hit me that being sober at a club took away all the fun, and with alcohol floating around right before my eyes, I wondered whether I should bother staying sober or not. I didn't exactly have anyone to stay clean for, as I thought I would. 

And just as I was about to ask the guy next to me whether I could have the tiniest sip of his beer, I spotted a familiar tall frame across the room. I blinked several times, straightening up in my seat as though I was a woman possessed. I was sure it was him-- I immediately knew the second I saw the tattooed poem on his back peeking through the top of his shirt.

As though I had heard a gunshot, I got up from the couch, my whole body tingling with unexpected excitement. This was an adrenaline surge unlike anything drugs could give me, and it only grew stronger as Eric seemed to be leaving. 

Panicked, I sped up into a light jog despite being in heels, making my way through the crowd on the dancefloor. It didn't take long before I caught up to him, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt.

Eric had a bewildered look about him as he frantically searched who it could be that had held him back from leaving. When his big, green eyes finally landed on me, they widened as he broke out into a look of relief. "There you are!" he exclaimed, his large hands grabbing my shoulders. "I've been looking for you all over!--"

I was sure I would've started crying if I hadn't reached for the collar of his shirt, tugging him down to my level to press my lips against his in the neediest kiss I had probably ever shared. I flung my arms around his neck as he pulled me closer, both of us letting out relieved sighs at our reunion. 

I wanted to stay like this forever, swimming in the bliss of being reunited with the man who had haunted my every waking thought. However, I couldn't let myself revel in the joy before I got the answer to my question; "You never called!" I said, my hands now at the sides of his face. "You never fucking called!"

Eric hummed, connecting our foreheads as he closed his eyes. "I did... just from a different number. You never answered, so I had to track you down all the way here,"

My thumbs stroked over his cheeks, my anger simmering down into a slow ache. The thought of Eric calling without getting a response made me feel worse than bad. "How?" was all I was able to say, leaning forward to kiss the tip of his nose.

Eric blushed a little before pulling away, and I was unsure whether the reason for my sudden dizziness was the loud music or his smile. God, he was gorgeous. "Our dealers are cousins," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist as we swayed on the dance floor. "And your guy told me I could find you here."

"I see," The loving look in Eric's eyes nearly made me melt— it was clear that he had missed me as well. But my questions kept coming to me; "Why did you get a different number? Is everything alright?"

With that, Eric's smile faltered just a little. His grip around my waist tightened as he brought one hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear in a loving gesture. "I... suppose there's a lot I have to tell you, now that I've come all this way,"

I could sense that this was serious— I had seen enough of those guilty eyes for one lifetime. "I see," I repeated, pulling him in for another kiss, reveling in the feeling of tasting him again. There was nothing I had missed more about rehab than this. "Let's talk it out somewhere else, then?"

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It wasn't every day that I brought back men from the club— my policy was no men at my place at all, just in case I encountered a serial killer in disguise. But this thing with Eric was different; he could've moved in for all I cared. He could also proceed to burn it all down, rip me apart with his bare hands, and I'd let him.

However, the difference between Eric and the other men in my life was that I knew, deep down in my heart, that he would never hurt me; which is why I let him into my apartment.

I watched as Eric took a look around, his hands tucked into his front pockets as he whistled; "Quite the place,"

Shrugging, I made my way towards him as he towered over everything in my living room. "Sure is,"

Eric turned to me, a raised brow on display. "You're telling me you're loaded?"

I felt a bit embarrassed— I knew that once Eric found out the truth, he'd think of me just as all the other ones did. The spoiled girl who had nothing else to do but turn to drugs to get a high out of life. I couldn't help but grow nervous, unsure how to explain the truth to him; "Well... It's my parents' money,"

Eric nodded to himself, stepping towards me. "Are they around much? I didn't see them visiting you in rehab,"

The truth stung. "They don't want to look their biggest disappointment in the eye," I mumbled, my gaze falling to my feet. "But they make sure I'm still alive, I suppose. So it's not that bad."

There was a silence before I suddenly felt Eric's long, slender fingers beneath my chin, tilting me up so that I could meet his gaze. I wasn't sure what I was expecting to see, but it certainly wasn't this; compassion. "Their loss," he said, the emerald green of his eyes engulfing my being with unexpected kindness. "At least you got a great apartment out of it."

I let out a warm laugh, now keening against the palm of his hand as he placed it to my cheek. "I've missed you,"

As Eric smiled down at me, it was obvious that his heart fluttered at the sight of me. I had never thought someone would ever look at me like that. "I've missed you too," he breathed. "Thought about you during every waking moment of every day. You have no idea how glad I am that I found you."

I could barely believe this was real— didn't stuff like this only happen in movies? "If only I had known you called," I mumbled, placing my hand on top of his. "Being without you was just hell... What happened?"

Eric inhaled a sharp breath, an unintelligible emotion swimming in his eyes. "I want to be honest with you, but... I'm afraid you'll run,"

In a flash of desperation, I placed his hand against my heart. "I have nowhere else to run but to you,"

Eric's green eyes rounded out, his lips parting in confusion— was I maybe not the only one stunned by the confessions of complete and utter love tonight? "I— Fuck," 

With that, Eric's strong hands gripped my waist, pulling me towards him as our lips came together in a hungry kiss. The sheer force of it, along with the element of surprise, nearly had me stumbling a few steps back. But Eric only followed; I nearly moaned out as I felt his tongue against mine, my hands flying up into his dark locks and pulling him closer. I had missed him more than I had ever missed anything in the world, including drugs— all my swarming feelings of never-dying love had me pushing away all my needs for an answer from him regarding his phone, and I let my back hit the surface of the couch as Eric hovered above me.

"Missed you," he breathed in between kisses, a slight growl to his voice. Something told me Eric was trying to melt himself into me to make sure we would never be apart again— it only made my need for him stronger. I clung to him, my legs wrapping around his tall figure as I attempted to pull him even closer than he already was. 

Fuck, his lips were so soft. Deadly soft. The way Eric was nipping at my lower lip, occasionally sinking his teeth into it to draw out a whimper, was making a familiar knot form in my lower abdomen. I barely registered that my dress was gone before I watched him discard his shirt somewhere on the floor— now that we finally had time, I let my fingers run over his tattoos, smiling into the next kiss as I realized we would finally have that messy morning I was promised. I couldn't wait to lie in his arms, tracing every piece of art on his skin, taking it all in— this was heaven. Everything about finally being alone with Eric was heaven. 

"Missed you too," I eventually managed to moan out, feeling him grow hard against the apex of my thighs. "I don't ever want to be without you again." My breath hitched as Eric left wet kisses down jaw, neck, breasts, and stomach, knowing exactly where he was heading. I drew my hand towards my mouth, gently biting down to suppress a rather girly squeal. 

"You'll never be," Eric purred against my skin, sinking his teeth gently into my thigh to evoke a sound. "If you think we're ever going to be apart from now on, I need you to scour that pretty little brain of yours once more."

It was impossible not to smile, and I squirmed against the couch before Eric's big, strong hands grabbed my hips, holding me in place as he pressed a kiss against my clothed sex. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that he was doing this to avoid telling me what had happened in the moments we had been apart. Despite wanting to give in to the pleasure, let him tease me and keep me on the edge through the night, my mind wouldn't let me.

In the moment Eric threw my underwear to the floor, now kissing up my thighs and leaving me breathless, I propped myself up on my elbows; "Hold on," I breathed, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair in hopes of getting his attention. "Eric, wait--"

As he looked up at me through his brows, eyes wide with confusion as he paused for me, I didn't know whether I could go through with it. This moment was so damn precious, something I had been longing for ever since the moment I saw him; so why couldn't it wait? With a sigh, I laid back down. 

"You okay?" Eric asked, his thumb rubbing a soothing circle against my hipbone. "Wanna stop?"

That was definitely not it-- I let in a lazy breath, my eyelids drooping over my eyes as my body shivered at the feeling of his hot breath against my cunt. Everything about this situation was making my brain shut down. "No... I don't want to stop," My hands reached for his, and Eric let out a hum, his free hand now ghosting over my sex. "Just wondering whether you drew it or not."

"Drew what?"

"What we did in that stairwell,"

Eric's eyes sparkled with amusement as he laughed, placing a wet kiss against the inside of my thigh. "You bet I did,"

"Will you show me?"

He hummed against my skin; "Later... I'm a little busy here, as you see," Eric hooked his arms around my legs, dragging me closer to him as I yelped. I could only laugh, the realization that I had finally gotten all I had ever wanted hitting me just as I felt the warm trickle of spit running down my cunt-- my hips bucked up in surprise, my breath escaping me. I was about to prop myself up on my elbows for a second time, hoping to get a look at what the fuck he was doing, but as he ran his tongue up between my folds with a ridiculously soft touch, I could only whimper.

The memory of Eric saying he would take his time with me when we were out of rehab suddenly dawned on me-- I was in for the long run.

It didn't take long before he had me writhing beneath him, a whimpering, panting mess. With every swirl of his tongue around my clit, every time he sucked in my aching bud between his plush lips, I held back the urge to buck my hips up against him. It got increasingly hard to keep still, especially when Eric pulled away to simply breathe down on my sex, knowing exactly where he had me. 

"Fuck," I cried, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair-- I did my best not to tighten my grip, fighting the urge to use his dark locks as handles. 

I could feel Eric smiling against me, leaning down to press a soft kiss against my clit; my breath immediately hitched, bucking up against his mouth in an attempt to beg for more. His fingers dug themselves into my thighs, driving my legs further apart as he made space for his broad shoulders. I whined at the loss of friction when he tilted his head to look up at me, and a shiver ran up my spine at the look of his face, slicked with my arousal. 

A mischievous smile spread across Eric's plush, glistening lips; "Someone's impatient,"

I could feel my cheeks redden with embarrassment, lolling my head back down against the couch-- looking at him only made it worse. "Can you blame me? You're doing this on purpose," 

Eric hummed, one hand leaving my thigh to lazily rub soft circles around my clit, using my slick as a lubricant. It only made me squirm, letting out a shaky moan as my back arched slightly off the couch. Even worse, was that I started to feel a small tremble appearing in my hands. "Can't handle a little teasing?" he said, biting his lip as he watched me attempt to suppress my noises. "You keep saying you've waited for me... What happened to your patience?"

I held back the urge to simply kick him-- but that thought immediately slipped out of my mind the second Eric flattened his tongue against me, licking a stripe all the way up to my swollen clit. It was impossible to suppress the hitch of my breath, and the tug I gave his hair in response was purely instinctual. It surprised me further to hear him enjoy it; I decided to keep that observation stored for later.

I had a feeling Eric knew my mind was buzzing, that he wouldn't be able to toy with me much longer. There might've been a few giveaways that I was at my wit's end-- all of which left me feeling like an even bigger mess than I already was beneath him. "I- I can't," I whined, my words leaving me as Eric sucked me in once more. "Wait, please!--"

He hummed against me, now pressing his lips against the crease of my thigh as a chuckle built in his throat. "Fine, fine," he said, playfully sinking his teeth into my skin, his green eyes watching my every move. "I suppose I'm dragging this out... I don't know why I'm feeling nervous."

Nervous? Eric didn't look very nervous to me. "It's just me, though?" I tried, attempting to catch my breath as I laid my hand on top of his. My next words came out shakier than anticipated, especially now that he was kissing his way back up my body; "You don't need to be nervous."

Eric hummed, his large, tattooed hands kneading my chest, kissing along the hem of my bra. "It's just... When you left rehab," he started, his lips pressing along my collarbones. "I realized it took me days to recover after a dream with you in it."

The rush of joy surging through my veins reminded me of a hit of amphetamine-- it was all-taking, consuming, and I wanted nothing more than to press him so closely that we'd melt together. "Eric--"

"I've drawn you over and over," he breathed, kissing up my neck with a toe-curling softness. "In every way possible. Imagined the way you'd look at me after waking up in the morning, how it would feel to kiss your pretty little face good night..." Eric's lips hovered above mine, our shared breaths hot and shaky against one another as he continued; "I want you to burn into me like warm glass, mold into one. It sounds insane, but... how else can I ensure we stay together?"

My eyes were wide, finding his, as my hands reached up to cup his face. Like this, I finally had the time to admire the tattoo above his right brow, the deep scar on his cheek, and the tattoo above it. I stroked my thumb over the ink, holding back from connecting our lips just yet; "If you think I'm ever leaving you, I need you to scour that pretty little brain of yours" I breathed, watching his pupils dilate as I bit back a smug smile. "Do I need to remind you that I'm all yours?" My fingers now ghosted over his lips, still wet with my slick, as an idea suddenly hit me. "Actually..."

Eric watched in confusion as I shifted beneath him, now reaching for the table right by the couch. There, I had left a marker which I had previously used to write a birthday card, and I took it into my hand before laying back down, looking up at the puzzled look on his face. "I'm not able to physically melt into you, but..." 

Eric's green eyes widened further, watching as I popped the cap and drew a tiny little heart on the peak of his shoulder.

I met his gaze, beaming up at him; "I can leave my mark,"

The most unexpected thing happened-- The sight of Eric welling up in tears was not something I had counted on when I let my impulses take the lead. For a second, I got genuinely worried I had overstepped all boundaries until he pinned my hand above my head and pressed a needy, passionate kiss against my lips.

I couldn't control the moan that escaped me, my hips bucking up against his, feeling his hard length grind down and brush up against my clit as our chests came together, pulling each other in as close as possible. The need I felt for Eric was undescribable, ravaging through my being-- I had never wanted anyone as bad as this. 

Mind dulled by anticipation and pleasure, I barely registered that he had managed to pry the marker from my fingers and pull it into his hand. Eric disconnected the kiss, pressing his wet lips against my cheek before propping himself up on his knees, scanning his canvas. "I'm definitely dreaming now," he whispered, mostly to himself, hovering above me as he drove the marker tip to the point where my ribs met on my chest. 

I could only smile, watching my favourite artist at work with admiration blossoming in my chest. Knowing I would be decorated with his work made me even more hot and bothered; I did my best to get a look at what he was drawing without disrupting his process. 

Eric drew a line down my chest, a few leaves scattered along it-- it dawned on me that he was drawing a rose. A beautiful, big rose, with that same scratchy style that I recognized from his previous creations. I watched him dart his tongue out, keeping it between his lips, focused; I couldn't help but find it endearing.

"Art on art," he breathed, pulling away to drink in the sight of what he had drawn on my body. Eric's green eyes found mine, his shy smile returning to his plush, glistening lips. "You're beautiful. You're so beautiful."

"So are you," I held back the urge to cry happy tears, my hands reaching out for him. "I love it, Eric. I'm scared of needles, so I won't be able to get this tattooed... Meaning you'll have to draw it over and over. Would you do that for me?"

Eric let out a choked laugh, eyes glossing over as he put the cap back on the marker, discarding it somewhere before returning to his place above me. "I'd do anything for you,"

I hadn't smiled so brightly in what felt like years. Like this, at this moment, I was sure this was it. He was it. 

Before I knew it, we were completely lost in the fiery kiss that ensued-- Eric's tongue against mine, hands lost around my waist as my fingers hooked into his dark locks, our chests heaving at one another. I was so gone, so dizzyingly aroused, that when I felt his thick cock pushing past my sopping entrance, I could only gasp. 

Eric let out a grunt, both of us moaning into the kiss at the immediate relief-- I could barely believe that this was real, that we were back as one. In a sense, this was the melting together that we had both craved so badly. 

My nails dug into his back, leaving crescent marks in their wake as I let him push further into me. Eric buried his face in the crook of my neck, letting out a breathy groan against my skin when he finally moved. His cock stroked my walls the same way it had that one evening in the stairwell, the exact feeling I had chased as I buried my fingers deep inside of me every night since-- I had forgotten how the real deal had felt. How mind-numbingly good it felt to have Eric in me.

I whimpered as I felt his cock throb upwards, immediately hitting my sweet spot, and I wrapped my legs around him, wanting nothing more than to stay like this forever. Knowing I bared his mark on my chest, knowing he had dreamed of this as well, only strengthened the electricity running all the way up to the tips of my fingers. I didn't know how I was supposed to last long at all, especially when I heard Eric moan out my name-- I shivered, pressing my lips against the heart I had drawn on his shoulder. 

I noticed a blush creep up his cheeks before he connected our lips once more, but it was hard to kiss properly when we were both in a heavy daze of pleasure-- we ended up mostly breathing against one another, Eric's green eyes watching as I let out a string of moans with every stroke of his cock. 

"You're everything," Eric rambled, nipping at my lower lip to suppress another grunt. "You're everything, you're-- Fuck!--" His hands dug into my hips, fucking me properly into the couch as he deepened his thrusts. 

My heart fluttered in my marked chest as I realized we were both looking down to watch our union-- the sight of Eric's cock pumping in and out of me, the wet sounds of our love filling the room, was almost enough to bring me over the edge. I also caught a glimpse of the petals drawn over my body, realizing I was admiring both the art and his body against mine. 

My back arched off the couch as Eric shifted, angling his thrusts upwards-- now, he was dead on pumping his cock against my sweet spot, which had me mewling out against his lips. "Eric, I-- I'm not gonna last, a-ah!--"

With glossy eyes, I watched a smirk spread across Eric's lips; "Let go if you need to," he cooed, his dark hair now kissing his forehead as he let out a laboured grunt. "We'll go again, baby-- hah, don't worry."

That was all I needed-- my heart fluttered, realizing we had all the time in the world to fuck all through the night. 

Forever, if we wanted to.

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This was nice. Stupidly nice. Nothing in my life had prepared me for this moment.

The softness of his fingers running up my bare shoulder, the kindness with which he bathed me-- I didn't even know this existed before now. I looked up at Eric, my head nuzzled against his broad, tattooed chest as we lay in post-coital bliss. I reached out to trace the heart I had marked him with, and I wondered what else I could draw on his beautiful body.

However, I knew I had to ask the question he hadn't been willing to answer yet. I had to look past how heavy his beautiful lashes looked in his drowsy state, and how badly I wanted to reach out and trace the upward slope of his nose, to ask what needed to be asked. "Eric?"

He hummed, glancing down at me. 

It was incredibly hard to take my eyes off his kiss-swollen lips. "You never told me,"

"Told you what?"

It felt as though we'd had this conversation about three times now; "You didn't tell me why you changed your number. Or why you waited to reach out. Or, better yet, why you didn't just show up here... I even gave you my address," I couldn't stop the imminent pout appearing across my lips-- I had forgotten how upset I was about this. "I waited for you. I nearly drove myself crazy thinking I'd imagined it all."

Sighing, Eric's gaze diverted to the ceiling. "I'm sorry. I will tell you everything. Just... could I have one more day?"

"What?" Something told me that his secret was a lot more damning than I initially thought-- why was he so reluctant to tell me? Did he think it would change how I felt?

"One more day," he echoed, his tattoed hand mindlessly traveling up into my hair as his eyes glossed over.  "Just give me one more day..."

I didn't know what to say, at a loss for words. Instead, I popped the cap to the marker in my hand, realizing I wouldn't be the one to deny him his one wish. Eric closed his eyes with a sigh of relief as he felt the tip of the marker against his skin once more; time was a gift I was willing to give him.

I was willing to give him absolutely anything he'd ever want-- I just hoped it wouldn't be the death of me.

(a/n: PART 1 and PART 2 linked here<33 thank you for reading!!)

[munsondjarin]

The Crow

bestfriend!eddie munson x reader

warnings(?)/summary: reader doing eddie’s makeup leads to their first kiss. all fluff

a/n: happy first day of october!!! i’m so fricken excited for halloween and im already thinking about so many couple costumes that i would do with eddie so this is incredibly self indulgent. i also haven’t written in so long so sorry if i’m a bit rusty

music softly fills the air in your bedroom as you stand in front of eddie, ready to paint on your new canvas. eddie sits on the corner of your bed adorably grinning at you, your pink spa headband in his hair. it didn’t take much convincing him to let you do this. once you both saw the crow he was quick to agree to your suggestion of letting you do eric’s makeup on him. you softly smile to yourself as you begin spreading the white face paint over eddie’s features, both of you falling into comfortable silence.

it’s not long before his fingers are straying from his lap and finding their place behind your thighs, pulling you closer in the process. you try to ignore the feeling his gaze on you produces, but it becomes more difficult once he starts tracing circles with his thumb on the side of your thighs. god were his pupils always this dilated?

as you begin painting his lips you feel his hands slowly travel upwards. your brain short circuits and in a panicked frenzy you climb onto the bed and settle yourself on his lap. his eyes widen a little and your cheeks heat up. “it’s easier this way,” you mumble as you go back to painting his lips. eddie offers you a small nod before gently settling his hands on your hips.

you move your hand to gently cradle the underside of his jaw as you start painting around his eyes. he finally breaks his silence. “how’s it lookin? am i as hot as eric draven?”

you take the moment to pull away and give your work a once over. gosh you don’t know what it was about the makeup but damn he looked good. he leans in, smirking at your silence. “look so good i leave you speechless, huh?” you roll your eyes “yea you in white makeup and wearing my headband is rlly doing it for me.” you deadpan.

he ignores your comment and instead stretches. “god my back hurts” he brings his hands away from you, outstretches his arms out to his side and falls back onto your bed. you look down at him raising an eyebrow. he offers you a smile. “don’t mind me, i’ll just lay here while you continue” he closes his eyes, his arms still stretched out to the side. rolling your eyes once again, you move closer, settling yourself on his hips. he shifts a little under you and your heartbeat quickens. you know what this would look like if anyone were to walk in, but it’s eddie and he doesn’t mean anything by it. he’s just being lazy.

you lean over him, placing your weight on his torso. he opens his eyes and looks down at where you sit atop of him. he brings his arms back to his side, resting his hands above the back of your knee. his touch is light and feathery, fingers caressing the inside of your legs. you try to bring back your focus into the makeup but his hands are beginning to slowly travel up your thighs once more, his eyes never leaving yours.

he brings his hands higher and you try to hide how your breath hitches, but eddie catches it. you’re too scared to move away. too scared to ruin whatever this is. you and eddie in this weird suspense. you can feel his chest rise and fall below you. he’s looking at you intently, his gaze flickering to your lips and back up again. your lips part as you take a deep breath.

“i’m done.” you blurt out as you sit up. eddie’s quick to follow you, lifting his upper body but keeping his hands on you, lifting them up to your hips. he’s still giving you the same look, not responding. why is he so quiet? “what?” you breath out.

“nothing” he whispers, his thumb gently rubbing the skin between your hipbone and your pants.

“…well don’t you wanna see how it turned out?”

“in a minute.” your eyes avoid his and land on your headband. you let out a small smile. “you still have this on.” you take out the headband, running your hands through his hair, fixing his bangs. he leans in, sliding his hands from your hips around to the small of your back. your noses brush and he takes in a breath. neither of you move, but he closes his eyes and you feel the breath that leaves his lips fall on yours. …he’s waiting for your permission.

you close the small gap he’s left, tentatively placing your lips on his. eddie immediately sighs into your mouth, pulling you closer. it’s like relief and satisfaction all at once. finally having his lips against yours, something you had secretly wanted for so long. he’s soft and slow at first, but the longer the kiss becomes the more passionate you both get.

“breathe sweetheart” he says against your lips before slightly pulling away. he’s still looking down at your lips when he starts to laugh. your stomach flips at the sound but you frown at him. “what?” he cups your chin, thumb brushing your bottom lip. he’s grinning “you got paint on you” warmth rushes into your cheeks as embarrassment seeps in. you probably look silly. eddie looks side to side, his dimples wrinkling the cheap face paint. “you got a camera around here? i think this is your best look yet” you lightly push at his chest, looking down. he lifts up your chin once more, “no seriously, this is really doing it for me” he says referencing your earlier comment. he’s smiling when his lips meet yours again. his tongue swipes at your lower lip and you let him explore your mouth, and the rest of you as the night progresses.

[babygorewhore]

His pet.

Eric Draven x fem reader blurb.

Eric comes home after a massacre and you show him how grateful you are.

Written for my soulmate, @xxbimbobunnyxx

Warnings! Mentions of death! Violence! Blood! Boot riding! Daddy kink! Degrading! Praise! Unprotected sex! Hair pulling! Light choking! Dom! Eric! New character I write for ;) Surprise.

“Eric?” You breathe as he steps into the apartment. He’s covered in blood, body twitching with aching muscles as his tattoos glimmer from crimson.

Makeup is smeared on his beautiful face, his green eyes on fire as you approach him slowly. You take his hand, memorized by how hot he looks even wearing the carnage of his victims.

You place his hand on your hip and he immediately pulls you close.

“You smell good.” He breaths and you shudder as his long fingers trace your skin.

You guide him to sit down, not caring about the condition of the sofa as he spreads his legs. You kneel down, pulling aside your underwear and set yourself on his black boot.

Eric peers down at you as you roll your hips steadily and rest your hands on his thighs. “That’s my pretty little pet, can’t wait for me to clean this blood off huh?”

You whimper as he adjusts his ankle, giving you extra friction as you further hump his boot. He gives you a half smirk, reaching down to pop a long digit past your lips.

You flick your tongue, tasting the remaining blood and he grits his teeth.

“That’s my girl. Dirty little thing tasting blood. Are you going to be a good whore and cum on daddy’s boot?” He asks and you bob your head, eyes wide as he bounces his foot.

Eric removes his finger, lightly cupping your jaw and sliding his hand to grip your throat. “Ride my boot. Give me all that cum,” he commands and you circle your pelvis.

You whimper and claw at his leg as you start to cream on the black leather. He bite his lip in satisfaction and Eric nods.

“You made a mess, Angel. Now, lick it clean.” He softly speaks and you eagerly lift up. You go to all fours and slowly clean his boot clean with your tongue.

He allows you to make it shine and pulls you up by underneath your arms. You gasp as he sets you down on his lap, managing to tug his pants and boxers down.

You lick the blood stain on his neck, making him shudder and grunt as he smacks your ass. You set yourself firmly on his dick and begin moving. Eric catches your lips in a searing kiss, his full mouth coated in death as he sensually savors you.

“Mmmm, fuck my dick, pretty girl. Cream on me with that greedy pussy.” He growls and your nipples harden.

Your hands move to his chest, digging your nails in as pleasure coils your stomach. Eric tugs your head back by your hair, admiring the way your pulse elevates.

“Uh huh, that’s it. That’s my girl, come on. You can take it. Take all my cock,” He encourages you and you let out a low whine.

Your lips part and Eric gives you a particular hard thrust. Your climax hits you again and he meets it. His cum spills in your cunt, gushing out of the sides and drip onto his skin.

“Milk it dry,” Eric barks with a sudden aggression and you obey him. Overwhelmed and nearly sobbing from how good it feels.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you, pet. You’re not getting away from me.” Eric promises and lifts you up. Storming into the bedroom and kicking the door shut.

Dividers by @strangergraphics

Tagging @taintandviolent

[bloodibambiidoll]

I Think I Could Love You (Eric Draven x Reader)

After narrowly escaping rehab you and Eric finally get some real time alone together… Technically part 2 to this fic but can be read as a stand alone. 1.8k WK, Unprotected sex, choking, hair pulling, pussy eating, just a lil bit of spanking 18+MNDI

“What is this place?” Eric asks as his emerald eyes roam around the living area of the large penthouse. You turn toward him with a twinkle of mischief in your eyes and a devious little smirk painted on your pretty lips.

“I used to work for the owners. Cleaned the place once a week. Suckers didn’t change the combination lock. It’s a vacation house and they only come here in the summer so we’ll be good.” You look up at this beautiful broken boy that you hardly know but already can’t imagine your life without. You had just run for miles, narrowly escaping the rehab facility and you both smelled like sweat, your hair was a mess, your pink sweatsuits and faces are both smudged with dirt but you’ve never wanted him more.

You and Eric fucked in probably every secret place possible of that building, always quickies in quiet, dark places. But knowing no one will bother you here and that you can truly enjoy him for the first time has your pussy clenching around nothing. You run your hands down his clothed chest while you stare into his eyes with your bottom lip secured between your teeth. He looks down at you through hooded eyes, holding you in that hypnotic soul reading gaze. It’s almost like he can read your mind.

“You want something, angel?” He cups your face in his large tattooed hand and his thumb traces the apple of your cheek, the side of your nose around your mouth before finally pulling your bottom lip from between your teeth with a pop. Eric runs his thumb across it, smearing your spit around. You dart your tongue out and run it along his digit before taking it into your mouth with a hum and it pulls a low groan from him. “Use your words. You know I’ll give you whatever you want.

You swirl your tongue around his thumb before sucking on it hard and pulling back so it falls from your mouth. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah? You want me to fuck that tight little pussy?” Eric’s other hand comes up to wrap around your throat lightly as his eyes bore down into your own.

“Yeah, fucking ruin me.” Eric exhales deeply through his nose as he tightens his grip around your neck and pulls you forward to lock your lips in a heated kiss. His tongue darts into your mouth, intertwining with your own and he wraps one of his long arms around your waist, pulling you close. He stands there kissing you like it’s the last thing he will ever do for what could’ve been minutes or hours but you were so wrapped up in him you could hardly tell.

Eric pulls back enough to place sloppy kisses along your jaw and down your throat. His fingers grip onto the hem of your sweatshirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it behind him somewhere in the room. His lips brush against your skin again as he kisses and licks across your collar bones and down your chest. He sucks hard on the top of your boob, not stopping until he’s sure it’s left a mark before taking a nipple into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it then switches to the other side, giving it the same treatment. He loops his arm around your waist tightly and uses his large foot to sweep your feet off the ground before lowering onto the plush carpet. Eric makes quick work of the rest of your clothes, taking off your shoes and sweats, leaving you in nothing but a thin pair of lace panties.

“Fucking look at you.” His eyes burn with the perfect mixture of desire and adoration. It makes your insides melt and has your panties getting impossibly wetter.

“You’re so beautiful.” Eric runs his hands down your body, stopping to grab your tits before continuing down. He caresses your stomach and leaves feather light touches along the band of your underwear then his large inked hands grip onto your thighs. He pulls them up and apart revealing the large wet spot in the white lace. “And so fucking wet for me.”

He runs his fingers along your clothed slit and presses slow circles into your clit. Eric grips onto your panties and you hardly have to miss his touch because the minute they’re off he’s gathering your wetness with his digits before thrusting two knuckle deep inside of you. A long drawn out moan slips from your lips as he curls his fingers up toward your sweet spot and brings the pad of his thumb to your clit.

“Oh, f- fuck.” Your eyes roll back and your back arches off the ground as you fall apart embarrassingly fast for him.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Come for me.” The pace of his fingers doesn’t let up until your pussy stops pulsing around them, he pulls them from inside you and brings them to your lips. You take them into your mouth and glide your tongue along every inch of them, sucking them clean. “Good girl, taste yourself.”

“I wanna see you.” You whine as you paw at his sweatshirt and Eric smirks down at you before reaching behind him to pull it over his head. He does the same with his shirt before standing up to kick off his shoes. He pushes his sweats and boxers down, letting his cock spring free as he towers above you like a god. This is the first time you’re seeing him fully naked and god he’s perfect. Tattoos on every inch of his skin, perfectly toned, you want to lick along the V-line leading down to his thick cock before taking it into your mouth and deep throating him until you’re choking on it.

“I know what you’re thinking, there will be plenty of time for you to be on your knees for me. But right now I need to be inside you.” Eric bends down and grabs onto your hips before manhandling you onto your feet and throwing you over his shoulder. You giggle as he marches toward the bedroom with you dangling over his back, his very perfect ass bouncing against your cheek with every step.

He throws you on your stomach onto the bed before landing a harsh smack on your ass that has you yelping and jolting forward. Eric gives the other cheek the same treatment before grabbing onto the fat of your ass and spreading your cheeks for him. You’re so wet you can hear your pussy lips come apart as he pulls you open and closed for him. He leans down and shoves his face into your pussy, running his tongue along your dripping folds.

“Oh my god, yes, fuck.” You whine and push your hips back into him when he slides his tongue into your pussy and starts to fuck you with it. His perfect nose brushes up against your asshole as he eats you like a man starved. Eric’s fingers find your clit and begin to run circles around it in time with the flicks of his tongue.

“You taste so sweet, fuck.” His words vibrate against your core and it has euphoria washing over you. You cum on his tongue hard as your fists desperately claw into the sheets and your toes curl. “That’s it, baby, give me your cum.” Eric runs his tongue from your clit to your ass, swirling your tight hole a few times. He gets back on his feet and grips onto your ankles to pull you to the edge of the bed. He takes his cock in his hand and runs the tip through your wetness before tapping your clit a few times and lining up with your entrance. He thrusts into you to the hilt with little resistance due to how wet you are for him. But no matter how many times inside he’s you, you think you’ll always feel that slight burn due to how thick and long his dick was. Eric grips onto your hips and starts to fuck into you with reckless abandon, the sound of skin smacking together and your wails practically bouncing off the walls.

“Fuck, Eric, it’s so good - it’s so fucking good.” Drool drips from your chin onto the bed beneath you as you lay there and let him fuck you for all your worth. His fingers lace through your hair and use his grip to pull your head back so far your front half is raised off the bed with your back against his sweaty chest. The air smells like sweat, musk, and sex and it only turns you on more. Little moans and whimpers leave your lips, having been accustomed to your sneaky rendezvous but that wasn’t going to cut it for him. His free hand grips onto your jaw and squishes your cheeks together.

“I wanna hear you scream for me.” Eric practically growls into your ear as he fucks you without mercy and it has a loud moan ripping through you. You scream his name over and over again like a prayer as white hot pleasure washes over your entire body. Your pussy clenches around him while you fall apart on his cock and it has him feeling closer to the edge himself. He bites down on your shoulder so hard you’re sure it’ll leave a mark before using his grip on your hair to shove your face into the mattress.

“So perfect, so tight, I’m going to film you up so good, fuck.” Eric’s cock twitches inside of you and his hands rest on either side of the mattress as he covers you with his body while he empties inside of you. He pants as he comes down from his high and nuzzles his face into your neck, practically crushing you with his body weight. You both lay there for a moment, a mess of sweat and cum. But you don’t even care. He feels so good. Being with him feels so perfect. Like all the wrongs in your life have lead you to this moment. After a bit Eric rolls off of you with a groan, his now soft cock slipping from inside you causing his huge load to drip down your thighs. He rolls onto his back and you turn on your side toward him, resting your hand on his chest so you can gaze up at him.

“I’ve never loved anyone before. But, I think I could love you.” You say it so quietly he can hardly hear you, but he does and it makes heat wash all over his body. No one has ever loved him. Not even his own mother.

“Yeah? I think I could love you too, Angel.” He gives you that smile that you so desperately wanted to see the first time you saw him glaring at one of the doctors back in the facility and it makes you melt.

“Yeah? Well we fucking stink. We need a bath.” You both start busting up laughing before he takes your face in his hand and kisses you gently, hoping you can feel all the promises he isn’t ready to say out loud through his lips.

Divider is by @saradika-graphics

[galaxymagick]

bg3 playthrough🏹

my lovely ranger (1 rogue 1 wizard - might change) tav draven is out with: his love, astarion, bestie shadowheart, and wyll. gale went back to camp for some ... alone time.. we’re on the trail of the hag, and missing child, and just walking from the beach to the barracks and to the blushing mermaid

I’m laughing at the banter with wyll there, the teasing, grossing wyll out, and just plain making fun of him. also, not shadowheart and astarion ever so flirting with each other, him teasing her about who'd he bite when asked who he'd feed on if he had free rein, her making out she doesn't care by his response .. like don't mind me, go ahead you two.

there’s a few more but it wouldn’t fit in a 10min video

(i'm so proud of myself being able to somewhat remember where i'm going esp essentially walking backwards from my perspective)

not me running when hearing from those magic users in front of sorcerous sundries ... they're so louuuddd. I may have to make some more of the loud ones disappear. i need a option to reduce npc banter separately from companion as some of them are too loud

I’ve been making an effort to take wyll out more, well i say more that's a lie this is the first time he's been out with us this play through 😭 even tho his approval is at exceptional lol howwww. I just haven’t really warmed up to him. I don’t hate him I’m just eh about him, still.

its not as smooth framed as some, and it can drop from time to time, but to say my gtx 1050 (2gb) i5-9400F 32gb ram (was 8gb) is definitely old, it's held up well

i had it at lower settings before but since i upgraded from 8 to 32gb this year it helped. i'm able to play and that's all that matters to me.

[calmcoldevening]

Hi can you write one where Eric Draven does the readers makeup? Thanks

Eric Draven does your makeup

• Eric is a very caring and attentive partner, so if you ask him to do your makeup, he will do it without hesitation.

• Since he is quite a creative person himself, he has quite a lot of cosmetics, but if you want to use something of your own, just tell him about it.

• The guy will gently remove your hair from your face, pinning it with hairpins on both sides of your face, and, of course, prepare your skin before makeup with some cream. He doesn't always do this for himself, because he makes up for himself, and for the most part he doesn't care about it, but when it comes to you, Eric wants to do everything in the best way.

• When Eric puts shadows on your eyes, he is very gentle. If you give him a choice of colors for your makeup, then he will apply some light shades to his eyes. The guy will focus on your lips. His choice will be between blood-red lipstick and black. Black lipstick for Eric is almost an everyday option, so there's nothing wrong with it. But if he chooses the red one, he will prefer to spend some personal time with you later. Hug him and kiss him, leaving bright red marks on his lips, face and neck. Mark this boy with your love, he will melt in your arms.

• Eric uses makeup very skillfully, so the makeup he made for you will emphasize all your advantages and hide your flaws (baby, you don't have them)

• His movements are so gentle, and his gaze is warm, full of love and adoration for you, while he carefully applies makeup to your wonderful face. This is a very intimate moment that has a strong meaning for him. Eric finished his makeup with a short kiss on your nose, smiling contentedly.

• After the makeup is done, Eric will help you ruin it, literally trying to eat your beautiful bright lips.

[ajaxbell]

Hard to Find was a teen dream come true for me though not in the usual way.

Though I very much enjoyed this I'm not sure if I can wholeheartedly recommend it. It's not going to be for some people. But for the ones who get it it will be perfect. For me this was the cdrama of my teen goth dreams (if I'd known what cdramas were way back then). And it did everything I needed it to do in that regard. But objectively I had issues with big chunks of the story, with great setups that were never used, and pieces that never quite came together in the end.

Right upfront I'll say story-wise and casting-wise this was really uneven. I don't think the female lead was quite on par with the male lead. He really carries most of this on the strength of his impeccable jawline. And I've seen him do scorching love scenes in other shows, but the female lead here can't quite meet the heat he brings. And initially I was a little concerned about every other cast member looking like they were 14 years old. But the core cast ended up doing a good job with what they were given and some of the characters turned out to be truly quite excellent.

The villain could have been stronger in the beginning (though his over the top scenery chewing really worked in the end). The romance was really quite sweet and decently done. There was a run of misunderstandings  as the basis for plot conflict which isn't my fave but ultimately I think it was handled well here. And a love triangle that I actually truly enjoyed how it ended up being handled.

I generally prefer cohesive plots and well developed characters with true arcs in my stories. I'm not much for just vibes being enough, but in this case, the vibes alone are worth it. I was a goth teen way back in youth and if this had existed then I would have been insufferable about it. People would have shunned me because I wouldn't have talked about anything else. I'd have gone to dance clubs in Helian Xi cosplay, swanning around in goth robes and playing at brooding in the snow. The first part of this really has the vibes of The Crow (1994). Zhao Yiqin is absolutely perfect as the gloomy goth prince, Helian Xi. He broods like a champ and his jawline is sharp enough to cut through any plot issues. The first part of this really has the vibes of The Crow mostly because Helian Xi really being his best ancient Chinese Eric Draven. A lot of gloomy fairy prince vibes here too. And the choices for the sets make this atmospheric in a very fairy tale way.

As I said, this is not without flaws and not as good as other stuff I've seen from this team. But it's so beautifully shot, it's worth watching for the visuals alone. It is decently acted despite all the teens. The sound track is excellent. The costumes are just gorgeous. Though I do not love the hairstyling on the female lead. It's truly distracting in an otherwise dazzling show. And the eps are all like 18 minutes long, so it's nearly impossible not to just race through it, entranced by how beautiful it is. It goes so fast you might not even notice the shaky story issues. Alas the ending does go in for choosing to further the plot at the expense of being true to the characters they developed, which is too bad, but it does not ruin the overall dreamy brooding goth mood of the show. So yeah, I recommend it only if you want the full on melodramatic teen goth feeling of overwhelming love in a fantasy kingdom of brooding princes and can look past the plot hitches. Really it's so visually stunning I would watch it again just for that.

[jmoonjones]

Caspian (Beasts of the Briar), Desmond Flynn (Rhapsodic), Ruhn (Crescent City), Grimshaw (Lightlark), Mazrith (Court of Ravens and Ruins), Talemir Starling (Slaying the Shadow Prince), Nytos (Fire in the Ember), Luther (Kindred’s Curse), Killian (Empire of Wolves), Caldris (Of Flesh and Bone), Azriel (ACOTAR), Elander (Shadows and Crowns), Bastian (Kiss of Iron), Calix (Darkness and Ruination), Luthor (Darkfell Vampire Clan), Raihn (Crowns of Nyaxia), Dorian (Throne of Glass), Von (Between Life and Death), Jackie Estacado (The Darkness), Kase Errikson (Broken Kingdoms), Artemis Entreri (Forgetten Realms), Kallias (These Shadows Between Us), Drasek Riven (Forgetten Realms), The Darkling (Grishaverse), Samkiel (Book of Azreal), Rhys (ACOTAR), Vor (Bride of the Shadow King), Malyr (Feathers so Vicious), Ryker (Worthy of Fate), Xaden (Fourth Wing), Arioch (Hell Fyre), Death (Belladonna), Garrik (Masks and Shadows), Nyte (Nytefall), Kane Ravenwood (A Dawn of Onyx), Zeke (A Kingdom of Flame and Fury), Prince Alaric (The Hurricane Wars), Arithon S’ffalenn (The Wars of Light and Shadow), Death (Death’s Obsession), Kylar Stern (Night Angel), Nox Draven (Bonds That Tie), North Draven (Bonds That Tie), Cormac (Crescent City), Evren (A Kingdom of stars and shadows), Kai (Bonded Nightmare), Caius (Umbra King), Azathe (Tea for Two)

[scaredshadowsswap]

hello hello I love your stuff so much! how would each staff respond to being pranked? would they prank back? tattle?

Thanks! I love writing stuff so it works out great!

Clef:

The one piece of advice with Clef is don’t dish out what you can’t take. Clef’s response to being pranked would be considered a grand overreaction, and even the most minor of pranks would have him responding with a prank that could ruin your week, month, year, or life depending on how generous he’s feeling. Clef would not fight in a prank war, he would end the prank war immediately. That being said, you can prank Clef, he won’t tattle. He may or may not kill you, so be careful (we all know what happened with that D-Class Costume Party). It also depends on how well he knows you and if he sees you as an asset. If you prank him without knowing him well, it better be a damn funny prank or you’re not going to survive his counter-attack. Clef would be willing to “team up” in a prank war against someone else, but it would just be him sending you to go do his dirty work.

Kondraki:

Kondraki does not like pranks, don’t try it. He won’t tattle on you, but I just feel like he would have no issue holding you up against a wall by your collar and bashing your head in on it. I imagine Draven tried to prank him once, and was lectured for hours and grounded for weeks. He’s no snitch, but by the end of it, you’ll probably wish he was. Kondraki would absoutely not form an alliance with you in a prank war, and would fight anyone in participation.

Gears:

Why would you prank someone with no emotions who is so high-ranking? Like it’s an option, but not a good one. In terms of what he’d do, I don’t think it would be interesting. He’d call you in for questioning, call witnesses, and file a full-fledged incident report. Then, he’d let HR decide on an outcome. I don’t know if he can tattle to anyone since he’s at the top, but it would probably be the most boring outcome, until you find yourself mysteriously on 82 different mailing lists, all which send you daily emails…

Iceberg:

I feel like Ice would try to start a prank war and would want to have some fun rivalry going on, but he just doesn’t get pranks? Like, he’ll try to get back at you, but what he does just isn’t as funny. Like instead of moving your furniture three inches to the left, the he’d just throw a cup of water at you in passing, which would make anyone who sees it in passing just think he’s an asshole. He’s not trying to be, he just really wants to participate in a prank war with someone. Feel free to team up with him against another group of people, as long as you come up with the prank ideas. He’d be more than happy to help you execute your plans against other people, and would have a lot of ideas for how to better your pranks.

Shaw:

It’s a blast. Shaw is the reigning champ of prank wars, and has had ones that go on for months with Clef. Shaw has had so much time to come up with new pranks, and can reuse old pranks when people die, so they have a ton of material. Shaw is also nice to prank because they’ll match the intensity of your prank and won’t go much past it. Occasionally, a prank will push the boundaries, but when that happens, it is Shaw’s way of trying to egg you on to continue the battle. Usually, someone just kinda stops or you both will call a truce (for the time being), but once Shaw knows that you find pranks funny, they won’t really hesitate to prank you again. You may team up against someone sometimes, but Shaw holds no alliances and is really just doing this for fun.

Glass:

It depends on the nature of the prank. Glass will take harmless pranks in stride and enjoy them, but he is more aware than anyone else that not all pranks are harmless. Hurting someone’s self-esteem is a no-no for him, and so are any pranks that result in physical injuries. So, he might laugh if you wrap all his pens in wrapping paper, but he would not be a fan of someone ordering a singing telegram as a joke at his expense. Surprisingly, even with tame pranks, Glass will not prank you back. I think Glass is too concerned that his actions may hurt someone, so he will be unwilling to partake in your prank wars or join a team to prank someone else. If it goes too far, Glass’s reputation could be ruined, and he is not willing to do that when so many people trust him.

Rights:

When I talk about “prank alliances” forming in other people’s, I’m talking about Rights. She’ll form a prank alliance with someone to pull off some pretty crazy pranks, which’ll mean you may also need a partner to match her level. She does value her work, so I don’t recommend messing with that, but she’s okay with modertate-intensity pranks generally. She doesn’t really like long prank wars like Shaw, and prefers hers to last a week or so but not much longer. She will definitely ask for your help, maybe even if you’re a stranger. She has a ton of fun with these and likes to use it to bond with some coworkers.

Strelnikov:

It depends but generally not recommended. He won’t tattle on you, but he probably won’t find it very funny, and it’s not as fun if the person you’re pranking doesn’t really think it’s funny. He doesn’t get upset, he’s just completely stoic about it, and will maybe give you a look, but not much else. He wouldn’t really participate in prank wars because 1.) he’s the leader of an MTF, anyone below him wouldn’t dare, and 2.) people got sick of him not really finding it funny. His lack of reaction has really dissuaded people from pranking him, and he probably wouldn’t join your prank alliance simply because it’s not really his sense of humor.

[amomentsescape]

From your Halloween prompts, could you do Eric Draven raking leaves? That man is an acts of service loving domestic at heart, and definitely is not plotting to throw you in the leaves

Cold Leaves, Warm Laughs

Eric Draven x Reader

Summary: Eric just wants to help you clean the yard and definitely not prank you in the process.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 583

A/N: The GIF reminded me of Gabriel so I had to include it.

October 2023 Halloween Prompt List

You and Eric had an agreement that you would never wake up in bed alone.

There were too many instances where you went to bed without him, knowing that he is still stalking the night for criminals.

Because of this, Eric promised you that he'd always come back to you in the middle of the night and that you would always wake up with him by your side under the covers.

So when you woke up this morning to an empty bed, you felt a bit panicked.

You hopped up and slipped on some boots and a jacket, heading towards the front door.

The cold air outside stung your face a bit as you looked out to the nearby street, not seeing a single soul.

You stepped further outside only to hear a rustling sound coming from behind your home.

You were careful in making your way around back, not sure who or what you would be met with.

But the moment you saw Eric's face, you let out a sigh of relief.

He hadn't noticed you yet, his eyes concentrated on the big pile of leaves in front of him.

You could hear the satisfying crunch as the rake slid across the ground, and the smell of the fallen leaves gave you a sense of nostalgia.

Of course this is where he would be. You had told him the day before that the yard needed to be cleaned up, but you were too overwhelmed to get started on it yet. So obviously he had to do the chore instead. It only made sense since acts of service are one of the things Eric does best.

You stepped closer to him and let out a wolf whistle at this sight. Eric always seemed to be at his most handsome while focused on something. The way his brows furrowed in concentration and his jaw tightened while thinking made him look irresistible to you.

His head shot up when he heard you, and he gave you a warm smile in return.

"Hey. I didn't think you'd be up yet. I was hoping to have this done sooner."

You kicked at some of the leaves in the pile, feeling grateful to have a man like him by your side. Of course he didn't break your promise, he just wanted to surprise you.

When you looked back up, Eric feigned insult, his hand reaching up to his chest.

"You just ruined all of my work! The pile is ruined now," he joked.

You just laughed and walked over to him, your arms wrapping around his cold waist. He squeezed you back.

"Thank you," you said.

He gave you another squeeze. "Of course. But you probably shouldn't thank me yet."

You glanced up at him confused. "Why?"

His grip on you suddenly tightened as you were hoisted into the air, only to become engulfed by cold leaves a second later.

"Eric!" you jumped up, digging yourself out of the stack.

He was laughing loudly at his sudden betrayal, not even caring that leaves had scattered all over the place.

"I trusted you!" you shouted dramatically.

As Eric continued to laugh, you took your chance and grabbed onto his arm, pulling him into the pile with you.

After a moment, his head popped up from the leaves, and he turned to you smiling.

"It's cozy in here," he said.

He leaned in quickly and gave you a soft kiss, relishing in the way your soft lips fit against his.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Hello! Do you have any headcannons for the horsemen taking care of a female y/n on their period? Congrats on the 800 followers! :)

WOW, i haven't received anything Darksiders related in a long time!

Death:

Everyone is used to the fact that death is quite capable of everything, but in my opinion, in this matter, he's quite ignorant. It's hard to say if Nephilim were able to reproduce or if they worked just like us, so you can imagine that the first time he saw you bleeding, he almost believed that he wasn't able to protect you against an attack. Then, imagine his disbelief when your only response to that was an annoyed sigh and a whispered "great, that's all I need now". Despite this, he's fast at catching what perios is, why it's happening, and all that. And surprisingly, he's quite good at taking care of it and finding more natural solutions to it—or at least he knows who to ask for help from. Do you need help with period pain? Muira has to know a few herbs that can help you heal the pain. Do you need to relieve some stress? Let's go and try some combat skills with Draven! Your muscles are stiff, and the only thing you want is to relax. Let's try a hot spring. He knew just the right place.

War:

The first time he caught you leaking blood was in your sleep. His sense of smell is quite good, especially with you, and he almost had a panic attack once he found your nether regions covered in your own blood. Once he calmed down (you had to calm him down), you explained to him what a period is, that your race had taken care of it from the beginning, and that it's not lethal. After this explanation, he starts to believe that human women are on a totally different level. Not only are they forced to live with this condition, but some of them are even capable of facing the pain of it! Phisycall and mentally! Unfortunately, he's not an expert in these matters, but he will try everything to ease your pain or help you with it. He'll ask Vulgrim about something that can ease your cramps or make you ride Ruin so it doesn't stress you too much. In your private moments, he'll shield you himself, letting the heat from his body ease your poor muscles.

Fury:

If you think that you can gain some female sympathy from Fury, darling, you're wrong. Not only is she completely ignorant of what a period is, she'll dismiss any possible attempts by you to explain yourself! Are you bleeding? Are you hurt? No? Good, then do not complain too much; we have a mission. Seriously, the only one here who shows some kind of nicety to you is the watcher, but even she is unaware of what is happening in your body. Only after you have collapsed from the pain of the cramps and given a good shout to the horseman will Fury start to consider your condition. The female humans in Ulthane's care will share with you a few of the medicines that they were able to get and give you some spare pants, but after that, finally, Fury will start questioning you about this thing. As I said, she's ignorant about it, but she's fast to learn. Not only that, but she'll start questioning you about your condition, asking you if it's going to happen again. Imagine her relief after knowing that it's a thing that happens once a month.

Strife:

"...How many times?" "Once in a month, around every 28 days." "Ah... and it's painful?" "Well, by human standards, it is almost bearable, but some others suffer quite a lot from it..." "...Seriously, what have you done to make the creator so angry to give you something so horrifying?"

Honestly, Strife's first impression of the human period was a huge WTF? Why?! Why the hell are human women supposed to face that? Why was it supposed to start when you were so young? And why was he not informed about it? He's confused, a little disgusted, and...impressed? No, seriously, you all are taking care of it like pros; you even joke about it! It's not surprising that your pain threshold was so high! After that, he'll become your period knight! He'll carry you like the queen that you are! Providing you with all the requests that you ask of him! Chocolate? Got it, chips? Let's go. Pineapple pizza? A painful experience, but he'll face it for you. No matter how many times you try to convince him that you don't need that treatment, he won't back down!