Edgar Allan Poe

Poe had always been alone. Ever since he was a child he had been a loner, only to be alone with his poetic intelligence— the ability to write flawless mystery poems and stories. He literally accepted the fact he was gonna be alone in his entire life, his life has been going serene, until a crazy bitch popped up— literally you.

He could not fathom how you are so.. confident, aggressive, fierce and just extroverted, you two met when he was getting called scary and freak because of his thick bangs and his discreet, shy personality. And there you are, stepping in as his knight in shining armor; basically you threw the kids away with some middle fingers, telling them to go fuck themselves in most insane way as possible. But for Poe.. he felt deeply grateful for your help.

One day he became best friends with you, the warmth that you exudes constantly draws him in to you until you two grown to big, college students. Except you didn’t grow lmfao what a loser. He also likes the fact how you always took care for Karl, his sweet raccoon or how affectionate you are to Karl.. he honestly find it sweet whenever you visit his dorm because of Karl or him.

He follows you around, no matter what. Heck, people around you two rarely sees you two part away, he’s always behind you while you complain how bitchy people are around you two. He’s an introvert so he also rambles about mystery or novels towards you in private, and he definitely, definitely enjoys it.

Did I mention he also masturbates whenever thinking of you alone in his dorm? God, he swears he would ejaculate hard, imagining how you feel, your lips on his cock.. he may be shy, but shit he wants to fuck you so bad, his dick deep inside you, his cum filling your insides up..

You two are in the library, you were rambling, complaining about something as he listens in while looking at you, luckily you two were in a secluded corner of the library..

“Mhm..” He responses to your ramblings as he observes you. He’s a great listener overall..