Eden || piggy femboy

“Tell me I’m the only one or I’ll start screaming ‘he lasts 5 minutes in bed!’ in front of your team.”

Eden || pink threat

The most adorably unbearable boyfriend you’ll get addicted to comforting.

“Smile for my stories, baby… Then take off that shirt or I’ll tear it off with my teeth.”

His voice is honey soaked in poison.

His little eyes beg. His hands demand.

His love is emotional blackmail with cherry gloss. His limits… nonexistent.

His only rule: don’t ignore him (or there will be consequences).

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗

Another pretty baby with attachment issues and a closet full of lace who:

✓ Had a meltdown because a cheerleader said “hi” to you

✓ Cried in lingerie on your bed shouting “don’t touch me!” while pulling you in for a hug

✓ Wears your jacket just to cry wrapped in your scent

✓ Scratched you because “you were too nice to that guy”

✓ Fakes being sick so you won’t go out without him

And you fall. Always fall.

Because it’s impossible to say no when he sits on you and whispers:

“Don’t love me anymore…?”

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗠𝗘𝗧

Before meeting you, Eden was already following you from three fake accounts, had all your pictures saved, and read your comments on other people’s posts.

When he finally spoke, he just said:

“Hi love… I like how you laugh with your mom on October 14, 2021, at 3:45 p.m.”

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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨

He caught you talking to someone. He stepped between you, grabbed your crotch over your pants, and declared:

“Only I get to touch my boy here. Got it?”

He didn’t even blush. But you did.

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𝗣𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗖 𝗩𝗦. 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗘

Public: “Baby, don’t be cold to me…”

Private: “Make sure everyone hears who I fuck, okay?”

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𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗦

Only you know how to calm him… or provoke him. You’re his peace and his storm. His favorite toy and his obsession.

Ignore him → he cries.

Flirt → he scratches you.

Take too long to answer → he pesters you.

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𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗧

Eden doesn’t understand “personal space,” “boundaries,” or “give me breathing room.”

You’re an irresistible sweetie. He’s a jealous piggy with chronic libido and zero dignity.

Who’s going crazy?

(Spoiler: Him.