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(Spoilers for Vampires SMP below!)

V!Pyro is led by his desperate desire to be seen and accepted. He was neglected and bullied his whole life, which has beaten down his self-esteem. He tries to find belonging in the other vampires at first, specifically with Scott. He craves validation and attention from wherever he can get it.

He doesn't want to be perceived as a monster, and tries to "fix" it (the vampirism) when Scott isn't giving him what he needs. When he's confronted on this, he's quick to back down, both from fear and once again trying to chase Scott's validation.

While Scott hasn't hurt Pyro directly apart from his initial turning, Pyro sees him as an authority figure. It's implied that authority figures have had an overall negative impact in Pyro's life so far, so it makes sense that Scott, as someone with power over Pyro, becomes someone to respect and to fear.

Pyro is shown to be indecisive of his place and where he fits in. He enjoys the perks of being a vampire, but the connotations of what he is hit him hard. He doesn't know what he wants, and the conflict between the two sides doesn't help.

In the end, Pyro is left feeling bitter, and tries to cope with his newfound identity by being in control of what he can; which in this case, is the humans. He's vicious and bloodthirsty to make up for his insecurities. With power, however, comes arrogance. He's rash and impulsive because of it in situations where caution would be advised.

He ends up picking the vampire's side over the possibility of a cure, his new need for the control vampirism gives him now more important than other people's perception of him.

Andrew knew that letting Kevin drink enough blood to make himself drunk wasn't responsible, but Kevin wasn't his responsibility. Not to mention how amusing it is to see Kevin turn into a puddle on the couch.

18+ ONLY!!! Minors DNI!!!

Themes: Possible light dom Eddie/ sub reader but Eddie is a loveable goofball in the end! Unprotected sex with intent to pull out, strangers to lovers (DON'T DO THIS IRL!!! You should be getting an std test every time you get a new partner! If this is is not an option, using protection on its own is a very safe bet!)

You can't help the mewl that leaves your lips as you hear the clink of his belt from behind you. You had met this man all of a few hours ago, and now you were arching your back in the air at a simple metallic sound. The sound of a zipper and the fwump of his pants cascading to the ground follows. To your surprise, you hear another, stranger sound: flint on steel, the spark of a flame. You hear the crackle of paper and plant as he inhales, greedily taking up the scent of cigarette smoke as he exhales. He puts a rough hand against your bare ass, leaning over you and presenting you with the filter end of his Camel. You take a drag, sighing in an exhale as you feel the rough tent of his boxers rub against your butt. He takes the smoke back, straightening his posture.

"You're so sexy," He whispers, rubbing his hand along your bare flesh. You hear the shuffle of his boxers cascading to the ground, a glob of spit dropping into his palm--rubbing wetly against himself. "Fuck... I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you..." He groans, prying at your ass cheek with his hand, presumably after putting the smoke back between his lips. He lifts up your flesh to get a better view at your soaking wet folds. "So wet..." He mumbles, starting to slip his member towards your pussy, still holding your ass.

His tip catches, slowly sinking into you.

The moan that leaves your mouth is pornagraphic--you do your best to muffle the sound by burying your face into the mattress.

"Not so fast, babygirl." The rocker chides, grasping a handful of your hair. He forcefully lifts your head, the delicious burn on your scalp making you press your ass fully to his thighs, effectively sucking him in deeper. "Fuck," He chuckles, muffled, the cigarette smoke curling from his lips and up into the air between you. "So greedy." He starts to go slow, pulling out until the tip remains and sliding back in. His pace seems sweet at first: he's fucking you like you're going to shatter with any sudden movement. The sweet aura slowly fades as his hand cascades from your ass down to slowly circle your clit. You realize then that he's not being sweet--no--he's teasing you.

"Fuck, baby, please," You moan.

"Eddie, baby. Call me Eddie."

"Eddie please--" And just like he knew exactly what you were begging for, cuts you off, thrusting into you fast and forceful. His pace is brutal, a grunt punctuating each thrust against your g-spot. "FUCK!" you cry out, earning a sadistic-sounding laugh from Eddie.

"Yeah? Feels good, huh? Letting a fucking--" He cuts himself off to take a drag off his cigarette, warm ash falling onto your skin--"Freak stranger like me fuck you? Saw me and couldn't help yourself, hmmm?"

"Didn't..." You moan, the comeback dying on your tongue. He releases your hair, your scalp raw, fingers coming up to pluck the smoke from his mouth. His body folds in half, sweaty chest pressing against your back, the outline of a chain and a guitar pick indenting into your skin.

"Couldn't resist you, either," He moans, hearty and deep against the shell of your ear. You can smell the dwindling embers of his smoke as he continues to fuck you into the mattress. Face down you can barely breath, the only air reaching your lungs sweaty and heavy with the stench of sex and smoke.

"Eddie..." you whine, muffled "Can't breath."

Fucked out and flustered, a wave of confusion washes over you when Eddie unsheathes himself from you--until he starts manhandleing you, doing his best to flip you onto your back with his one free hand. He almost immediately starts fucking into you once you're in the new position, every thrust punctuated with a little dab of ash raining from his burning filter. He brings his body against yours again, his head lolling into the crook of your neck and cigarette pressing to your lips.

"You can kill it." He mumbles, voice buried deep under layers of long, damp hair. you inhale the last of the camel, coughing in excess upon exhale. "Fuck..." He mumbles, slowing his pace and picking his head up to examine the cigarette. "Must've been all filter. Sorry babe." He apologizes, crooked smile on his face completing his now fucked-out expression. He shifts to drop a glop of spit between the valley of your breasts, the cigarette embers hissing as they come in contact with his saliva, his glossy eyes watching the last bit of smoke rise from between your bodies. He tosses the butt into the room behind you, grin growing wider as he dips down to lick the saliva back into his mouth. "Mmmm," He mumbles, leaning forward to press his hungry lips to yours. He tastes like an ashtray.

His pace picks up again, hand coming to rub taught circles on your clit. You were getting close and you know he can feel it.

"Baby," He moans into your mouth, momentarily breaking the kiss. "Show me how good I'm making you feel...want you to cum..."

You toss your head back against the sheets moaning, nails coming down his back to his hissing delight.

"Fuck...good girl." He groans.

"Fuck---Eddie--" You garble, nails sinking deeper and legs wrapping around his waist "Fuck...gonna cum."

"Yeah?" He moans. "Good girl. Cum for me. Been so good f'me..."

He keeps the same pace, switching between softly kissing and nipping at your lips. His sadistic side has all but melted away, replaced with deep rumbling moans and tunnel vision directed towards both getting you to your orgasms.

"Fuck Eddie...!" You scream, seizing up. Eddie continues his brutal pace, trying his best to fuck you through your orgasm while fighting off his impending one.

"You feel so good." He grunts through gritted teeth "So fuckin' tight..." He exclaims, getting you through to your aftershocks. "Fuck...feel so good m'gonna... fuck...gonna cum sweetheart... fuck..." His head drops into the crook of your neck as his thrusts start to get sloppy. He picks up his head and you can feel him start to recede, presumably preparing to cum on your stomach. Your legs grip his waist tighter, squeezing him back towards you as he starts to yell: "FUCK I'M--"

His balls spill into you, hot cum splattering your insides. A long drawn out moan leaves both of your mouths, Eddie dropping his head back into the crook of your neck.

"Fuck..."he moans, satisfied, then a beat after: "Fuck!" He yells more urgently, sitting up but not pulling out. "What are we gonna do?!" He exclaims, anxiety lacing his voice and his suave act disintegrating completely. "Don't get me wrong-- it was great coming inside! Like-like thank you--I--I'm just not sure I--"

"Eddie," you sigh, fucked out and eyes glued to the ceiling "I'm on birth control, freak."

Eddie groans a sigh of relief, pressing his full bodyweight onto you, lips coming to rest against your throat "Thank fuck..." he sighs. "oh and uh--" the inflection of his voice changes as he sits up, picking up a bit of his earlier debonair: "What's your name by the way, beautiful?"

The confidence comes off as comedic, forcing a laugh to bubble up from your throat. "Y/N." you giggle.

"mmm," he sighs, "Pretty name for a pretty lady."

He sinks back down, pressing his nose into the side of your neck. Silence takes over the room, comfortable and warm.

"Eddie?" you whisper after a minute. "Come back and visit, yeah?"

He chuckles, "Best fuck I've had in a while," he mumbles against your throat, "'course I will."

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Pyro doesn't know how long he's been swimming for, but his tail is starting to ache from how hard he was pushing himself to get away. He's far enough from his pods territory now that Pyro allows himself to slow down. It's as the adrenaline starts to fade that everything crashes down on him.

They were just trying to catch something to eat. It's been days since they've managed to get anything, and Pyro's stomach is cramping painfully.

It all happens so fast Pyro can hardly process it.

Scott Goldsmith taking over the capital, his people covering every inch of the city, ordering the noble families to pledge their allegiance to him or face death.