rockstar!eddie who only sees you when he’s in your city. doesn’t tell you when, doesn’t hit you up or anything— you really only know he’s coming because of the plethora of billboards and ads that pop up around the time of the performance.
and he doesn’t even really have to call you to let you know he’ll be coming over, you just know— as soon as eddie lands in your city, you’re his.
that’s how it is, that’s how it’s always been.
and you don’t exactly think you’re the only girl. the only one he flees to when he touches down in a new city— but you’re glad you’re his girl for this city. out of the millions of people he could’ve chose in your town, he chose you and that’s enough to get you to open your door for him post show, let him smoke all your shit and spend hours fucking you.
you don’t bother going to the shows— you did once, hated the scene of bitchy groupies that throw themselves at him and you never went again.
so he just comes to you.
probably doesn’t even bother taking a shower or wiping off all that sweat and liquor from another hectic show, just books it straight to you.
plays house with you for a day or two. calls you his girl, fucks you hard and rough and then slow and soft and then rough again. he says he missed you, doesn’t know how he lasted a year without your pussy, swears he’ll lose his mind if he goes that long without seeing you again. snaps a few photos of you. some cute and wholesome, naked and shying away from the lens with the sun beaming through your window. and the others are raunchy, dirty and gross. you split open on his cock, spread open for him. you on your knees for him, worshiping his cock. you cumming on his tongue. you with his necklace swaying between your tits, sweaty and bruised up neck on display.
he keeps them. tucks them in his pants. probably forgets they’re even there, honestly, only remembers them when they fall out in the next city as he’s pulling his pants back up after fucking some random girl.
feels his chest twist up, thinks about booking a flight to you because despite the fact that he’s a fucking player to his core, he really does have a soft spot for you. you really are his girl. his number one girl, best of them all.
doesn’t matter though. because even though you’re eddie’s girl, he still leaves you for another year. it’s just easier this way, really.
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Tears in the rain
It’s really something with Levi Ackerman and listening to The Weeknd. Inspiration hit me so hard again and I kiss Levi my muse for that 🥰 Also I didn’t ever draw him with his cape and uniform before, definitely gonna do that more often.
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“I’m blinded by the lights
I can’t sleep until I feel your touch
I'm drowning in the night
When I'm like this, you're the one I trust”
- “Blinding Lights” by The Weeknd
(But make it FujiLup)
I’ve had this idea in my head pretty much since I saw this music video (probably because of the red jacket). Figured Lupin’s birthday was a good time to finally draw it.
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