#erik campbell x gn!reader

[deniable-masterpiece]

blowing Erik's pierced dick | Erik Campbell x Gender Neutral!Reader

a/n -- just a quick fic I half-assed because I really just like the idea of sucking Erik's pierced dick. I love Richard harmon in grave encounters 2 more than here but still

summary -- A squeamish Reader follows Erik to his tattoo shop after meeting in the bar and gets a surprise that Erik is more than happy to practice on himself... with multiple piercings on his dick.

words -- 2,060

warnings -- oral sex, 18+. oral (erik receiving), facials, dom!Erik, sadist!Erik, face-fucking, deepthroating, throat bulging, objectification, cringe writing

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“This is your place?” You asked as Erik undid the lock to the door. The lights were off, but the streetlight outside illuminated the interior of the store enough that you could see the kind of store that it was—a tattoo parlor. Dull in color as a lot of the store contained shades of silver and black, but all of it looked sharp. Painful.

“Totally.” He wasn’t about to let you know that he both wasn’t the boss and was the boss’ bitch. Not that he was cool with either, but unless the guy died in some freak accident—or Erik felt like killing him, which he really did sometimes—would that change anytime soon. So, as far as you knew, it was his place. Erik went in first and held the door for you to follow behind him.

Walking in, your fear only doubled when he turned on the lights. Everything was bathed in red, neon red, but it felt more like blood. It didn’t help that the store was narrow and made everything give it this uncanny height to it, like it leaned in, scaling the walls to get the jump—or to better put it, the drop—on you. Anything could passively slip off the wall and come down on you, and the varying sizes of skulls only made you think the worst.

“We can’t just go back to your house?” You asked in an uneven tone. 

“Relax, all this stuff here is harmless and sanitized.” Erik sounded annoyed already. Were you really worth all this trouble—was a blowjob from a pretty mouth really worth all of this trouble? Erik made up his mind in the moment and decided that it was. He started giving a genuine explanation but deadpanned some jokes to make you feel a little better in a sadistic kind of way. “Also, I live with my family, and being scared of one of those little shits walking in on us is worse than a little acupuncture. Kidding, everything here is made to puncture. There’s nothing small about it.” 

You walked around the store, trying to calm yourself by touching it. Seeing is believing, and feeling is easing your way into making yourself more comfortable. Your hand kept touching things, and you half-expected Erik to continue his barrage of comments. Don’t touch that, don’t break anything, don’t be scared. You knew the last one was supposed to be comforting, but he had this aloof quality about him that blended with the macabre sense of humor he used on you at the bar down the street. Somehow, it worked, and now you were here. Touching things that you would normally avoid or use a ten-foot pole to nudge away gently, like a knife hanging on the wall. It rested back against a frame of wood and black felt, hanging by the bolsters as two hooks came out from the felt and supported it. The blade had some engravings on it that looked cool, so you reached out to trace them with your finger. The pressure of your finger made the blade wobble, and you flinched back with a noticeable haste. 

Erik picked up on it. “If this isn’t your thing, the door’s right there.”

For a beat, you stood still and processed his words. Then, you walked over to the door, and Erik already had an insult ready to throw at you on your way out. He expected you to leave after his offer, but then he heard the snikt of the deadbolt, and any of his reservations died on his lips. 

“Well?” He asked.

You turned around to face him and nodded, “Let’s do it.”

Erik could sense the nervous energy buzzing around your words, no matter how much you tried to put on a brave face for him. Still, he continued down the usual path and hoped that you would lose the nervousness. He didn’t want someone with a dry mouth to blow him. He skipped over the flowery foreplay and decided to get right into the action, since he didn’t know how you would feel being so close to his septum piercing when just looking at piercing needles made you so nervous. That, and he did actually care for you and figured that getting everything out of the way faster would be better for you. Maybe, if he showed you that there was nothing to be scared of in a place like this, with a guy like him, that it would have you coming back for more in the future. The first piece of metal was undone—the button to his jeans—and then the next part was unzipped.

“It’s just a little metal.” Erik said, pulling out his cock. “Nothing to be scared of.”

You watched in awe as it had enough heft to flop over his open jeans and make the opening of both flaps part wider. Thick and girthy and hanging low. But by the time your eyes got to the bottom—got to the tip of his cock—you noticed the big Prince Albert piercing sticking out from his piss slit. From the front, you could only see the beaded tip, and did a double-take when he turned and you could see the curve of it. 

His thumbs worked around the waistband of his jeans and underwear, pushing them all the way down to his ankles. He stepped out of them but kept his shoes on, knowing how dirty the floor could get and that he didn’t want to step on anything sharp that could fall. Erik wasn’t a wuss, but he didn’t want this to end with a trip to the hospital.

Now, he was just in his shirt and shoes, and you could see all of the tattoos along his legs. 

“Cool, huh?”

“Did you want to take the chair? It can lay flat so we can get into a few different positions. Whatever you want to do.” The images flashed in your mind, and all of the things Erik whispered in your ear that he would do to you at the bar started to feel real. One stuck out in your mind, though: “Your mouth would look so good around my dick, and even better bulging your throat when you lay back and let me fuck you.”

“I’ll take the chair.”

“Sick.” 

The chair was in the middle of the madness—Erik included in the ‘madness’—and now you were in the chair and, by extension, in the middle of it too. But Erik didn’t keep you sitting upright for long, and he pressed a pump somewhere further down on the chair to send it collapsing into a flattened state. Your body went with it, and now, your head nearly hung off the edge of it.

Now that his dick was above you, you could see what had been waiting on the underside, like a beast. Erik had more piercings under his cock, too. A Jacob’s ladder was formed by several bars sticking through the underside of his dick. All about an inch apart, adding up to eight in total. Add an extra inch for the space between the last piercing on his shaft and the tip of his dick, where the giant, beading Prince Albert curled out, and you successfully looked death in the eyes. It was so big, staring back at you. Erik stepped forward, and now, it was staring at the thing it wanted: your mouth. 

You swallowed, less nervous than before. And the smooth, easy swallow reminded you that a hard chunk of metal was about to invade your mouth, followed by the thing you actually wanted. Around all that metal was him, which soothed you about the tooth-chipping silver about to hit your face.

“Open,” he said. One word is all that’s needed to breach the seal. Erik could’ve used the tongs to pull your tongue out and hold it out of the way, but you already know to press it flat and stick it out as far as it can go so he can slide right in. He does, and the overhang of his prince scratches the roof of your mouth. Not exactly hard, but not quite that softly, either. It has a bit of a pinch, but after a few swings of his hips, it feels dull against the roof of your mouth. He didn’t push himself in far enough for his ladder of shaft piercings to enter your mouth yet, but you watched them get close to the first one entering.

They threatened to snag on your lips, but when one finally did push through, it was just a little bump. It didn’t slow his pace; it simply added more texture to it as you tried to keep your lips loose and wet. That part was the easiest because his spit-coated cock spread your own saliva on your face every time he pulled out; it wasn’t anything you had to actively do. The rest of them went in and felt bumpy, but smooth enough to take repeatedly. Even when he found a pace to move at.

When he did bury his cock in you, it went down into your throat and made it bulge out. Erik would occasionally bury his cock deep into your throat, and every time he did, he would moan or utter something under his breath like “Oh, fuck.” Adversely, he would pull himself out completely and smack his slobbered-up cock over your face. The piercings added an extra sting to where they hit, but it didn’t hurt; they just smacked harder than skin. Unseen by your eyes, but caught by Erik’s baby blues, they left a certain redness next to your puffy lips and wet cheeks. 

Erik hid himself again; this time, he didn’t pull out a few seconds later. He pressed his hips into you, grinding it against your face and putting a pressure on you as he went as deep as he could. His hand curled around your throat, previously being used to support him while he face-fucked you. 

“Piercings are cool and all—but fuck.” He moaned, giving your neck a rough squeeze. “This is my favorite accessory.”

Every thrust made your throat bulge, and he could feel it pressing into the middle of his palm. The first thing that pushed into it was smaller—the metal bead of his piercing—and it was immediately followed by his fatter cockhead. He took a little enjoyment in knowing that there was a palpable difference between the two, and it was something that you could surely feel.

It felt like something getting stuck in your throat, whether that be a rogue piece of food that refused to go down without some water or a pill attempting to do the same. That’s when Erik wasn’t using your throat like a fucktoy, but when he was moving, it felt more like the constant scratch of an itch you never knew you had. It felt good—amazing, even, to have the dull head of it rubbing along the inside of your throat. The underside of it did the same for the back of your throat, but to a lesser extent. Not to mention how he already stretched your lips, your mouth, and your throat to fit all of his fat cock. Adding those extra studs made it rocky, but it moved smoothly in your mouth.

So smooth that when Erik pushed his cock down into your throat, then he stuttered and nearly gave into his urges. But, with that slick glide of spit, brought it out past your lips in seconds. His hand flew to his shaft, and a few, meek tugs that barely pushed the skin over his tip caused him to drip out. He didn’t really shoot, per se. It foamed around his piercing, running over it and spilling out over your face in a slow stream. What didn’t glob up and drip down onto your face ran down his length. 

He shuddered the whole time, weak and letting out deep whimpers. 

After milking himself until all of the cum seeped out and wiped it over your face, he stepped back and reached for something. He returned into your view with a few paper towels in his hand, throwing them down on your face. He deadpanned again, “Clean yourself up, slut.”

[munsonmuses]

Sugar Crash

Pairing: Erik Campbell x GN! Reader

Synopsis: I don't actually know! I felt motivated, and I cranked out something I genuinely like! And if you like it? Let me know!

Themes: bakeries, fluff, tipsy Erik, Erik has a Jacob's ladder, smut that's oddly domestic, mild sadism, an establishing friendship, no gender specific descriptions, awkwardness, summer parties, CANON DIVERGENCE

Word Count: 7.7k

Your eyes carefully scanned over the magazine in front of you, snapping your gum as quietly as one could do so, eyes trailing over models far too airbrushed and far too cinched, damn you photoshop. Sighing out your nose as you flicked the magazine shut at the sound of the bell above the door jingle. Pulling your lips into an impossibly tight customer service smile that didn't quite reach your eyes and looking up.

"Welcome to The Sugar Shack, your sweet tooth is our specialty…" it came out more monotonous than intended, looking over the very sweet girl you recognized as Julia, who your vaguely recognized from high school, and who'd usually come in with her mother, and two men trailing beside her as you hummed lightly.

"Hiiii," Julia started as she carefully moved her sunglasses into a makeshift headband, carefully looking over the menu and straight past you as you turned your attention to her company, smiling lightly at the sweeter looking of the two as he waved nervously.

"If you have any allergies or dietary concerns, let me know. We do peanut, dairy and gluten free. We don't do flour free or sugar free, or else we'd just be The Shack and that makes us sound like a whole different establishment~" it left in a mildly singsong manner as her other companion grinned lightly.

"The Shack is somewhere I feel I'd spend most of my Saturday nights," he snorted as your grin tightened, it didn't feel as funny coming from him. He just had a look about him, though you were working on your assumptive tendencies, not fair to judge. Though your inner scolding was thrown off by Julia smacking him lightly on the chest.

"Erik, behave yourself," she chastised as he winced lightly. "Sorry about him, he thinks he's funny. Do you guys do large orders? Say like…twenty four cupcakes and a sheet cake for like…twenty people?" She asked, talking with her hands as her wristlet jingled and you nodded.

You put your finger up in a 'wait a minute' manner before going under the counter to grab the binder full of sizes, designs, and price estimates. Setting it down carefully as you flipped through it quietly to larger sheet cakes.

"We can do custom designs, and we can do pictures too. Cake printing, it's the future," it sounded apathetic, and you could tell they noticed. That was terrible customer service. "Sorry it's, just a real tough day…" you explained yourself as Julia waved it off. "We all have tough days, clearly it isn't personal," she insisted softly as you exhaled through your nose, relaxing the tension in your shoulders as you nodded.

"Weeee, need something for a birthday party? This one's birthday party~" she poked Erik repeatedly on the shoulder as he batted her hand away. "Mostly just family, a couple friends of ours too…so I feel like…a full sheet would be great?" Julia insisted as you nodded to yourself.

"Okay perfect…anything I should avoid for starters?" You flipped open your desktop notepad as the blonde raised his hand. "Hi, im Bobby! Well, im Robert but everybody calls me Bobby. Uhhh, peanuts will, kill meeee, so just, make sure the cake isn't, contaminated." he insisted as you wrote 'NO PEANUT! WILL DIE!' in bold letters, underlining it three times as he snorted lightly.

Your attention turned to the soon-to-be birthday boy, who you'd learned was named Erik earlier. His eyes widening a bit as you pointed a pen at him and grinned lightly. "Tell me, the vibe you're going for, or the image you want. I will make, literally anything…as long as it's not completely not safe for work…" you laid out the guidelines as he leaned forward, matching your energy.

"I am, so glad to hear you can make my dreams come true~ I'm the happiest boy in the whole wide world~" he batted his lashes, resting his chin on his fists as you snorted lightly. "I'm a tattoo artist, and a piercer…and I want a pinup cake. She doesn't need to be, nude or nothin', but I know what I want. She's gotta be cool, she can't be cutesy or dainty…have a take no shit look to'er." He insisted as you wrote down whatever words tumbled out of his mouth. "Okay so, what colors are we wanting?" You probed as he chewed on his lower lip. "Black, red…silver…" he listed the last one as more of a question, running it by you as you nodded. "I can most definitely- DON'T!-"

You reacted quickly to the movement in your peripherals, catching Bobby reaching for the free samples as his hand shot back to his side. "Shit! I'm sorry! Is, are those display cookies? Or- it says free, take one. Am I not supposed too? I'm sorry-" he assured as you shook your head and Erik pulled him back.

"Didn't even check for peanuts, numbnuts! Would've died in this pastel hellhole-" Erik scolded as the realization dawned on Bobby. Looking at his feet sheepishly as your hand pushed through your hair anxiously.

"You're fine, hun…just don't wanna kill you, can you imagine the paperwork?" You joked lightly as you moved away from the counter and carefully approached the pastry case, finding a fresh iced lemon cookie and putting it into a napkin before bringing it to Bobby. "You can't have one of those, but you can have one of these…" you assured as he took it with a quiet 'thank you'.

"So…sorry um, do you know what you, want…on your cupcakes? I could print the same design just smaller for them." You offered as Erik kept glancing at his brother but nodded. "Yeah that's…that'll be good, I did, draw up the design I want so, is there a way I can send that to you?" He questioned as you nodded lightly.

"Yeah, here's my number, text it to me with any modifications you want…" you wrote it down before sighing in mild agitation, nothing to do with them at all, just, hating being where you were. You loved your job, you hated the surroundings. Erik wasn't wrong, to call it a pastel hellhole. It was a stark mint color, sprinkles painted everywhere a person could reach, horrendous peppermint decals everywhere, and the colorful, yet devoid of personality little busts of dogs and other animals you could find at a generic home goods store littered across the shelves, the cherry on top being the LED neon signs with generic sayings like 'a little sweet treat' and 'you're so bad!'.

"This is so fucking good…can I buy another one? Please? Or like…like twelve?" Bobby spoke through a mouthful of cookie as you laughed lightly, brows furrowed, but gladly obliged as you packaged twelve cookies to go in the painfully nauseating pistachio green to go box. You didn't hate pastels, you didn't hate sweets, you just hated how it was so in your face in every direction here.

"Who made these?" Bobby asked as you laughed. "I do. I'm the baker, and the cashier, and the delivery driver, and the janitorial staff." You explained as he smiled bigger. "Wow, so you like, own this place?"

The laugh that left you wasn't voluntary, snorting harshly and shaking your head. "Harper Shetland owns the place, she comes in an hour a day, bitches about how hard her job is, then leaves. I'm here open to close, six days a week~" you punctuated the sentence with an eye roll. Julia snapping her fingers while pointing at you as she laughed.

"AP Lit! You were in my AP Lit class! Harper was in that too, what a jerk." She recollected as you nodded. "Try being employed by her…" you murmured as Julia shook her head. "You're too nice, I would've quit forever ago."

You nodded at her statement, you should have! But you were passionate about baking. You were passionate about being a small business staple in your community.

"Isn't she that girl who comes in to get those teeny little tattoos that say shit like 'power' and lineart of like a sunflower? Has the weirdly cryptic instagram?" Erik butted in as you nodded. "She, I'm not gonna degrade her tattoo choices. It's her body. The only reason it's an issue is that she gets them because her sister has them and they're constantly competing." You confessed, as if it were some dirty, well kept secret, rather than small town gossip.

Erik laughed softly as he carefully looked you over and hummed to himself. "You are, real apathetic for someone wearing lavender…" he commented as you rolled your eyes. "Yeah, yeah…real funny," though your smile showed it did amuse you. "Anyways, when do you need this cake by? And the cupcakes?" You asked as Julia carefully bit her lip. "Saturday? Like…four days from now? I'm willing to pay extra! And we need it delivered?" She insisted as you nodded softly.

"I can do it but there's a rush fee…that I'm willing to waive," you started, trying to keep their attention. "In exchange for you guys watching the door so I can run to the bathroom and eat my lunch," you insisted as Julia nodded carefully. "Yeah! Yeah we can do that! Do we need to sell anything?" She insisted as you shook your head. "Just watch the door and tell them I'll be right with them." You insisted as you ran off, leaving the siblings together

"They're really nice," Bobby insisted as he worked on polishing off a third cookie, carefully wiping the icing off his face with the back of his wrist as Julia nodded. "So nice, I think they were on student council in high school, wicked smart, also in the like, culinary class? I liked them then, like them now." She insisted, glancing at Erik who was just staring at the spot where you had previously stood.

"Hellooooo, earth to KiKi. C'mon…you okay?" She insisted as he nodded lightly. "Yeah! Yeah I'm…I'm good just, thinking," he insisted, but he didn't know how to vocalize what was going on in his brain. He'd come across you a few times on tinder, seen you at HighDive, which was a local bar, and now here. It was a small town, yeah, but it was like you perpetually caught his attention. He wasn't sure how to deal with that, he hadn't dated seriously in a while, and hookups had lost their thrill, and you just constantly seemed to be around.

He wasn't sure when you came back, trapped in his own thought about you before being jostled by Bobby, his eyes focusing on the huge peanut butter fudge brownie you held out in front of him. "Earth to emooo…you in there?" You probed as he snorted but took the brownie, he didn't even remember ordering a brownie. Turning to look at Julia who was housing a strawberry cheesecake cookie. "Sorry uh, yes I'm here…not emo either but uhh, how much do we,"

"They're free, they said they liked us enough for free shit," Julia insisted as she tapped her phone on the card reader for the cake and cupcakes, waving bye as she led the pack out of there, Erik glancing back at you as you called out you'd see them Saturday with desserts as promised. Watching them go before prepping for closing, four days till Saturday.

-

It was a Tuesday night, and you as usual, had no real plans, scrolling mindlessly on your phone before getting a text from Cooper, a longtime friend, and a really bad influence.

'Heyyyyy :)'

'Yeah?'

'You busy? Like genuinely busy?'

'No, what's up?'

'Can you come with me somewhere? I have a piercing appointment at Stick It Out, need moral support.'

'Yeah, okay sure'

You carefully got yourself off the couch, pulling on a generic zip up and some dolphin shorts, shucking off your house slippers for some actual outdoor shoes and texting Cooper that you'd meet him at the piercing shop. Making sure you'd grabbed your phone, keys and wallet before fully heading out.

It was a crisp October day, and the shop downtown wasn't more than a fifteen minute walk, so you'd opted for that rather than taking your car and fighting for parking…even though it was 8pm on a Tuesday and nobody went out, you just liked walking!

You stared up at the large sign for Stick It Out, the neons flickering and the glass a bit foggy from the warm sun casting against the glass cooled by the air conditioning. Carefully stepping inside as the bell above the door jingled, frowning at how dark it was inside. Was it because of an acquired ambiance, or was it to hide the shoddy work done, but either way it was a little unsettling.

"Are you stalking me? Or something?" It came from behind you, startling you enough to yelp as you whipped around to face whoever it was, Eric carefully looking you over as you shook your head. "Good lord no, my buddy just, has an appointment, and im meeting him here for moral…support." You elaborated as Eric puttered his lips, rolling his eyes a bit harsher than anticipated. "His names, uh, Cooper…" you murmured as Erik nodded softly.

"Yeah, he's uh, a regular flake. This is his last appointment, and if he's not here on time, blacklist." He accentuated his statement by swiping his pen across the legal pad in front of him. Stark black lines as you snorted lightly, carefully watching him before taking a seat on the cracked pleather couch.

"If he's not here on time, what're you gonna do?" You questioned as Erik carefully wiped down the glass countertops of the piercing case and glancing up at you as he hummed to himself. "If he doesn't come in, then i get to close up shop and head on home." He insisted as you carefully looked over the set on the walls, vintage flash, American traditional, foam heads with piercings and drawn on tattoos and faces.

"What if um…you had a walk in?" You questioned as he quirked a brow, looking you over before rounding the counter. Lightly grabbing your face as he sighed lightly to himself. "We could do a septum, you've got the anatomy…" he felt the middle of your nose before humming. "Or studs right here," he tapped the sides of your nose as he laughed. "Stick your tongue out…" he insisted as you furrowed your brows, slowly sticking your tongue out.

He gripped your tongue carefully, gloved index finger running over the underside before shaking his head. "Nope, not gonna work out…" he insisted calmly. "And I don't think your first piercing should be anything surface…or your chest, or anything lower." He advised gently. "Professionals opinion."

You carefully grabbed his wrist, his eyes coming back to your face as his cheeks flushed pink. "Shit sorry, uhhh…" he let go of your tongue as you rolled it over the roof of your mouth and pursed your lips, your throat felt tight. "If you want anything, and he doesn't show up, I can most definitely squeeze you in." He assured. "A squeeze for a squeeze."

Your ears felt hot. "Excuse me?"

"My cake? You're squeezing us in to have it by Saturday…don't tell me you've already forgotten." He whined as you laughed lightly.

"It just, your words sounded suggestive, i was just startled. Thought you were flirting with me, and i feel like flirting with clients must be against the rules?"

"Not if they're cute clients."

"You think I'm cute?"

For the first time since you'd met him, it seemed like you'd thrown him off.

"No, yes? It's…okay, you're pretty, yes. But I'm, it's just a general statement." He insisted as you laughed lightly to yourself. "You think you're charming-"

"I know I'm charming."

"Mhm, I'm sure you think you know a lot,"

"Mhm, yeah, uhhhh, where's your lil friend?" He was changing the subject, clearly thrown off as he slowly licked his lower lip in mild agitation.

"Should beeee…not tonight," you frowned as you checked your phone and sighed in frustration to yourself. "Says something came up, boyfriend needs him…"

"I think he's just a pussy." Erik insisted as you scoffed, defensive about your friend and his troubles. "He's always flaking, the latest appointment in the day, and he never shows." Erik explained as you sighed in frustration, you could sympathize as someone who provided a service. "Think about it, someone keeps ordering forty cupcakes, they keep ordering, you prep and get ready and they never pick it up. You've already turned away other orders and everything, and then you're out of luck on everything. Ingredients, time, packaging." He tried to relate as you nodded, drumming your fingers on your knees lightly.

"Sooo…does that mean you can like…pierce my face?" You questioned as Erik groaned loudly, hands on his head as he spun on his heel to look at you. "Sure, if it means I didn't waste all my time on prep? Yeah…" he insisted, clearly still irritated by the fact he was led in another circle by Cooper.

"Alright, fill these out…and i will get your jewelry prepped." He insisted calmly as he slid the clipboard over and carefully tossed you a pen.

"If you're not up for it, you don't have to pierce me." You assured as you filled out all of the required information and Erik shook his head, carefully glancing back at you. "It's not your fault, I'm just an asshole," he assured as he grinned, tongue poking between his teeth as he carefully turned back to wiping the chair.

"Then, yeah I do want you to pierce my septum." You insisted as Eric grinned to himself carefully, delicately thrumming his fingers over the back of the chair and glanced back at you. "Okay then, take a seat…" he insisted softly as you nodded, walking over eagerly and taking a seat in the raised chair, the pleather sticking to the undersides of your legs and your forearms, the scent of iodine and a scented candle somewhere caused you to wince a bit.

"Okay…gonna be a slight pressure~" he got the pliers aligned in your nose as you winced at the clamping, his eyes flicking from the tip of your nose to your eyes as he tutted lightly. "C'mon you got it…deep breath, there you go…it's gonna feel like a pinch okay? You've got it."

"Okay…" you insisted, now your assuredness was dwindling as you felt the cold and sharp tip of the needle push, gritting your teeth lightly and feeling your leg raise as you whimpered. "Fuck fuck fuck-" your eyes watered a bit, though it wasn't full crying. "Shhhh, almost done…you got it, sweets," he was gentle as he spoke, threading the jewelry through and twisting the ball end onto it. Gently using a q-tip to dab away the blood.

"There you go…real cute." He pat your thigh, moving beside you as he held a mirror up, grinning over your shoulder and watching as you looked yourself over. "Looks good, glad to take your virginity~" he teased as you playfully smacked his shoulder. "You are so gross!" You laughed as you moved to stand, Erik striding over to the register as you followed quietly.

"That, is gonna run youuu…nothing. Since you're being such a good sport about my birthday," he insisted as you rolled your eyes, shoving a twenty into the tip jar. "I'll see you Saturday, Erik."

"Likewise…"

-

Saturday felt like it had practically skipped every other day in the week, you'd worked so hard on perfecting the damn cupcakes that you fell behind on actual work, not that anyone would actually notice. Nobody ever came in, and you felt like you were throwing away more and more each day.

You carefully double checked the address before rolling up the driveway, sandwiched between cars much more expensive than your little sedan and made sure to balance the baked goods as best as you could. Slamming the door shut with your foot and heading into the backyard, since a sign let you know the party was going on back there.

Everyone looked, so textbook. Like the mannequins of a family in an Old Navy, but significantly less unsettling, and Erik stood out with an adorably silver party hat and littered in black amongst a sea of J.Crew and Kohls catalogue clothing.

"There you are! Shit, did i give you the wrong time?" Julia ran over to you, your body turning to protect the cake and cupcakes. "No no, i was just running late…still had to close at the bakery and I'm so sorry," you insisted as she waved it off. "You're totally fine…you busy?" She prompted as you shook your head. "Cool, then you're staying." She insisted, and you tried to come to with an excuse, really. But her family was already coming over, welcoming you with open arms. It would be unsettling if it wasn't how everyone acted in this idiotically kind town.

You were sat by the fire pit, watching as Charlie and Stefani worked on s'mores, arguing over the logistics of the perfect marshmallow burnt-ness. Your smile felt impossibly natural, and it only brightened as a very tipsy, but not quite drunk Erik made his way over to you. Charlie and Stefani taking it as their cue to leave as you frowned lightly, watching them wish their goodbyes as they left with Marty. Turning your attention back to Erik as you sighed softly to yourself.

"Heyyyy~ how's that septum holding up?" He prompted as he dropped onto the chair next to you, offering you a beer which you took without complaint. "It's really good, more compliments than i expected to get." You confessed as his hand clapped your shoulder, shaking you lightly as he nodded his head. "You look real cute, but not totally hardcore you know?" He insisted as you quirked an eyebrow up at him. "And what would make me hardcore, Erik?" You questioned softly as you leaned forward. His eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips as you sighed lightly.

"Couple of tattoos maybe…" he insisted. "But you gotta let me do em…I don't trust anyone else not to fuck you up,"

"Fuck me up?"

"Yeah…fuck you up, you're uh…you're the perfect canvas, and you're sweet, pretty…someone could mess it up. Make it hurt when it doesn't have too, i can make it as gentle or as rough as you need…" he was definitely using more liquid courage than he knew what to do with. It was clearly a deliberate euphemism now.

You swallowed the swig of beer that was warming in your mouth as you slowly looked Erik over. "Listen, I'm tipsy yeah, but i know what I'm saying. I told Jules to ask you to stay, I gave you a free piercing because i thought you were cute, I thought about coming into the bakery like six times over the past four days but kept backing out. I am…crazy about you, I cannot get you out of my fucking head, and I'm not saying you gotta say anything i just…i needed to tell you before i drove myself insane, okay? I just…it's okay, if you're not ready but I'd be stupider than I already am not to say anything…you have my number." He whispered, the crackling of the fire the perfect backdrop to his soft whispers as you frowned deeply to yourself.

You carefully pushed your hair back, you needed time to think, and you knew that. This was, strong, but honest, transparent, truthful. He was interested more than you knew, and you wouldn't deny you felt the same damn things.

You turned your head, noticing his family had all entirely retired inside. Carefully looking back over at Erik before leaning in a little bit. Testing the waters as he moved forwards to meet you halfway. Your breath fanning over one another's lips, your eyes flicking frantically from his and back down as you shuddered lightly. Your noses bumping lightly before you cried out in mild pain, your septum snagging his as you recoiled.

"Fuck! I'm sorry, sweets."

"No no it's…I should go, it's late."

"Sweets, I'm- fuck I'm so sorry."

"It's, Erik really I should, go…" you turned on your heel, heading out of the back gate as you heard Erik following, hopping into your car and wincing as you struggled to get the engine to turn over. Looking up at Erik in the glow of your headlights as the engine sputtered to life. Reversing out of the driveway, and possibly from one of the best things that could've happened to you.

-

Days turned into weeks, and you thought about texting Erik. Hovering over that little blue arrow and swiping out of your messages. Becoming friends with Julia, who encouraged you to try, reach out to Erik. Weeks became months, you quit the stupid Sugar Shack and opened up your own little place on seventh street, with a business loan. You couldn't quit thinking about Erik, baking cookies the size of softballs and struggling to swallow the fact that you ran. You always ran. You were so good at running. You shot down a guy before you even got to chance what could've been.

"Stace, I'm uh…I am gonna go get lunch, ill be back in an hour," you told the young girl working the counter as she nodded eagerly, working with her little team to box up cookies for the farmers market on Saturday. It was nice, being able to own something and wholeheartedly care about the team that made it.

You made your way a couple of doors down, stopping inside a small sandwich shop, 'Subs'A'Plenty, carefully ordering off the little kiosk and going to wait patiently for it by the pickup counter. You idly scrolled through your Instagram before feeling a pair of eyes on you, carefully glancing over in the direction and coming eye to eye with Erik who was practically boring holes into you.

You slowly raised a hand to wave at him, and he did so back, albeit a bit surprised as he carefully walked over and you swallowed the lump in your throat. You could argue it was the tail end of a post Christmas cold.

"Hey…"

"Hi, Erik."

"Listen I'm so-"

"I'm sorry."

His eyes widened as his brows furrowed, slowly digesting your apology as you continued.

"I should've texted you, and I should've said something, anything. It wasn't fair to you, it wasn't cool. I was flirting too, and I choked up, and…and I messed things up. It's not your fault, I got scared. I ran." You insisted as you slowly wrung out your fingers.

"You could make it up to me…we could start over?" Erik insisted as you slowly swallowed your doubts and fears, your innate need to run from something possibly dependable. A flaky job, and a flaky friend, and now you had…better friends, you had a better job, you made a way for yourself. So why couldn't you have this?

"Okay…it's nice to meet you, total stranger, at this sandwich place, and wow you're really cute! We should go on a date!"

"Wow, total completely unknown stranger, I'm Erik! It's great to meet you, yeah we totally should go on a date. How about my place for a movie?" He smiled wide as you nodded. "I'm off at eight, I'll be there at eight thirty."

-

You had closed your shop a little early, to find some clothes that were, casual enough for movie night, but didn't suggest you were staying the night either. Coming on too strong was…well it wasn't your style. So you settled on some joggers and a sweater from a local coffee shop, made sure you didn't smell anymore like icing and flour than you could have, and made your way to the Campbell family home.

This time, you had the luxury of using the front door, carefully knocking as Brenda let you in, making small talk with you as you followed her into the kitchen. "You, are going to have so much fun. I am so glad you two reconnected…we kept heading into Sugar Shack to see you but you were never in!"

"Oh! I opened my own…place, actually!" You insisted as you smiled wide, carefully reaching for the glass of wine she offered you as you sipped it lightly.

"That's great to know! I'm so excited that now we know where to find you! I'll make sure to stop by…" she insisted as you smiled. "I told Julia to tell you all but, I guess some things just get lost in translation." You insisted, though you had told Julia not to tell Erik, and Brenda likely would have shared with him so you understood.

"Anyways, let me get out of your hair, enjoy your date…" she insisted, though it was clear there was more she wanted to share. "I'm…I'm very glad you're here. Erik has been just, in pieces, and Jules told me you also…kind of…were experiencing your own grief over the situation. I think you both, deserve each other. A nice thing." She insisted as you laughed lightly. "I'm gonna have to agree, we do deserve nice things."

"I am, so thrilled to hear that sweetheart…maybe I'll see you around the house more?" She questioned as you laughed lightly. "Hopefully,"

She smiled, glancing a bit past you before nodding to take her leave, causing you to turn around to face Erik in a pair of black sweats and a graphic tee for a band you didn't know. Or maybe you did? The metal font made it hard to tell. Smiling at him as he carefully walked over, hand guiding itself across your waist before pouring himself a glass of wine.

"Soooo, we have a couple of options, for our little date. I already took snacks, and stuff…toooo my room? It's the attic-…picked it as a teenager and decided not to move back down, but uhhh…options! Yeah, sooo, there's Scream~ there's uhhh, Sleepaway Camp which is, crazy old school~ and then there's Grave Encounters, but only the second one, I can't find my copy of the first one." He listed as you nodded along, sipping your wine.

"Grave Encounters two, sounds really good. I've seen the first one, so I'm thrilled there's a sequel," you insisted softly as he carefully took your hand, leading you down the hall, up the stairs, and quietly up into the attic as you grinned lightly to yourself.

It was a good setup, a little living room, an actual separated bedroom, and a small bathroom. These people really loved their kids, zero questions. You carefully got situated on the couch as Erik setup the movie, grinning wide at you as he made his way over to you.

"Soooo, how was work?" He pried as he carefully moved to sit beside you, pulling your legs into his lap as he grinned lightly to himself, earning a laugh as you watched the movie as best as you could.

"Good, own my own place now…uhhh, oh I made these huge, I mean huge, peanut butter chocolate mousse pies? They're massive, Erik…but they sell so well~" you cooed as he massaged your calves lightly, listening quietly as you gently adjusted to watch the movie better.

"Sounds like I'm gonna have to stop by, without Bobby so I don't kill him, huh?" He questioned as you grinned lightly, carefully running your fingertips over your own thighs.

"Wouldn't recommend giving it to him unless you were planning to kill him…"

"I'd only kill Bobby if it was for a good reason,"

"Oh yeah, I bet."

"You are, painfully sarcastic." You commented as he leaned towards you, gently pulling you closer by your ankles so your legs hung over the edge of the couch, halfway in his lap as you scoffed lightly. This was comfortable. Fast, but comfortable.

You rolled your eyes as you sat up, flipping so your head was in his lap, his fingers lazily running through your hair, nails taking across your scalp as you hummed lightly.

"You look like the main guy in this movie…Alex?"

"Do not."

"Do so~" you pressed a light kiss to his clothed thigh as he looked back down at you.

"I really don't~"

"But you doooo. He's got your eyes. No tattoos or good piercings, but he's got your eyes." You insisted as he carefully pulled your chin to look up at him, looks like the movie was gonna be background noise.

"You know what else he doesn't have?"

"I have a feeling you're gonna tell me." You moved to sit up to keep talking, all these angles and adjustments were getting uncomfortable.

"He doesn't have, a very cute baker, with a beautifully healed septum, kissing up on his thighs." He murmured as you rolled your eyes lightly.

"I kissed your thigh once, only once…" you insisted as you carefully pressed a kiss to his cheek, his eyes moving down your face back to your lips.

You smiled lightly, carefully moving to hold the sides of his face, letting your breath fan over one another's faces once more. Humming to yourself as you carefully scanned his eyes for any hesitance, only eager patience within them. Slowly moving forward to kiss him.

He tasted like menthol and tobacco, his facial hair grazed your skin. Your eyes fluttering shut as he moved to hold your waist. His wanting hands pulling you closer as you hummed contentedly to yourself. Months is waiting were paying off, and it was paying off in dividends.

He nipped at your lower lip, pierced tongue making its way past your teeth as you moaned lightly. Hands darting through his hair and nails across his scalp as he tugged at the loose material of your top.

"Can I…" he pulled away for air, for permission, easing your shirt over your head as you laughed lightly to yourself and slowly easing your top off as he shuddered lightly.

"Whoa, okay you are…way more into me than I realized~" you laughed as your fingertips grazed her his clothed cock, it twitching at your featherlight touches as you grinned lightly.

"Are you kidding? I'm fucking crazy about you…" he murmured as you carefully slid off the couch, on your knees between his legs as he made a show of looking up at the sky, clutching his hands together, and mouthing a 'thank you' up at nothing in particular as you snorted lightly.

"You are so goddamn dramatic…" you insisted as you carefully pressed gentle kisses along the clothed shaft, even through his sweats and boxers, it seemed to be affecting him immensely. Whining softly and biting down on his lower lip as you rolled your eyes.

"Wait, wait wait wait…shit-" he pulled your head up as you whined in agitation, and at the incredible ache in your scalp. "How…okay, how rough on like, a scale of one to ten?" He prompted as you hummed in thought, slowly running your hands over the tops of his thighs. "Let's just, see what comes naturally, and I will tell you if anything makes me uncomfortable?" You offered as he grinned, kissing the top of your head as you hummed softly. "There you go, sweets…wanna make me happy?"

"The happiest boy in the whole wide world!~" you teased, mimicking one of your first interactions as he laughed lightly to himself. "You are so fucking annoying-"

"Can we stop giggling so I can suck your dick, please?" She questioned as he grinned to himself and carefully raised his hips to work his sweats down.

Erik was…big, not huge, nothing unrealistic, but he was big, and decently thick. A beautiful Prince Albert and the starting rungs of a Jacob's ladder decorating his tip and shaft. Your eyes raking over him as he pulled you up by your hair to look at him.

"I want you to sit on your hands, there you go sweets…now open, open wide…" he insisted as you carefully obliged, tongue past your lower lip a bit as you let him hold the sides of your head and ease himself into your mouth.

A thing you'd quickly learn, was that Erik was a bit of a sadist. Moving quick enough to make you gag a bit, but slow enough not to injure you. Groaning softly as you felt your lips lightly stretch around him. Moaning softly as he eased inch by inch into your wanting mouth. His eyes narrowed in on the way your lashes fluttered, the slow exhales out your nose as he hummed contentedly to himself. "Relax, you got it…" he murmured, easing himself fully into your mouth as you whined softly.

The semi cool metal of his piercings pressed into your tongue, gently grazing the back of your throat as he ran a hand down your back lightly, bending over so his torso kept you pressed into him. "See? Told you you've got it." He laughed lightly, listening to the huff you pressed out your nose before moving to sit back down, mostly wanting to watch.

You bobbed your head slowly, mindful of his piercings as they dragged against the soft top of your tongue, the roof of your mouth. Whining lightly as it took a little more effort than anticipated to move smoothly. His hips rutting lightly as he mumbled under his breath. Slowly taking hold of the sides of your head as he moved you at a pace that better suited his needs.

"Look how pretty you are, sweets. Don't gotta do any of the work, lemme handle it. Fucking that pretty mouth of yours, like you were made for me-" his words were breathy, desperate. Clearly in control but, letting himself melt into the pleasure. "God you're real pretty, you know that?" He laughed lightly, knowing you couldn't respond to all his questions. Your drool collecting in a sweet ring at his base as he hummed, picking up his phone beside him as he pushed your head fully to the base, a soft gag leaving you but nothing that was uncomfortable.

"Look at me…there you go." He carefully took a couple of pictures, your eyes half lidded, hair tousled, nothing but adoration and lust in your eyes as he pay your cheek firmly. "God, I'd really love to keep you like this all night, believe me I would…but I really wanna fuck you." He insisted firmly as you went to lift your head, earning a firm grip to the back of your neck, keeping you in place.

"Aht…that doesn't mean I'm done." He chastised as he pouted condescendingly. "Just relax, you can't be that desperate for me ti fuck you~" he laughed as he held the sides of your head again, moving you a bit faster as breathy moans spilled past his lips, thighs tensing as he panted lightly. "Don't swallow till I fucking tell you, kay?"

You could barely focus, that heat in your stomach was impossible to ignore, feeling yourself clench around nothing, the quaking in your thighs. God you wanted Erik so fucking bad. You needed him to fuck you stupid. Life was stressful, it was nice not to think, let him do all of that for you. Whining softly as you gripped the undersides of your thighs, obedience was key in a moment like this.

Erik hissed a curse through clenched teeth as he pulled back halfway, your eyes widening a bit as you felt him cum on your tongue, eyes flicking back up to him as a bit spilled past the corners of your lips. Erik panting softly as he pet your hair back and slowly pulled himself all the way out.

"Stick your tongue out…that's it." He held your jaw as he took another picture, humming contentedly as you waited patiently for the all clear. His ringed hand patting your cheek as you took it as the cue to swallow.

"If you post those-" you started as he gripped your jaw a bit tighter, leaning down so you were inches from each other. "As if I'd let anybody else see you like this," he placed a chaste kiss to your glossed lips before moving back to pat the couch.

"C'mon sweets…face down, hips up." He insisted as you carefully obliged his request, whining to yourself as you positioned yourself on the well loved couch. Knees sinking into the cushions as your chin rested on the arm of the couch and you sighed softly to yourself.

Erik's hands gripped at the waistband of both of your bottom layers, pulling them off in quick succession as you bit your lip, waiting patiently as Erik laughed lightly to himself. Pressing light kisses to the backs of your thighs, along the curve of your ass, relaxing at the treatment before yelping harshly as he bit your left cheek a bit harder than you'd expect, granted, you didn't expect him to bite your ass. His votes trailed down the backs of your thighs as she whimpered loudly.

"Erik-…" you whined, writhing in anticipation, and the ache of bite marks littered across your skin as you whimpered desperately to yourself. Erik pressing soft kisses along his trail of bites as he rubbed your hips lightly. "Relax…just having fun with you…" he insisted as you glared lightly over your shoulder.

"Erik I swear to god, are you going to fuck me or not-mnhhh-" you were cut off by him already easing the tip of himself into you, the Prince Albert slowly dragging against your walls, the rings of the Jacob's ladder following suit as your eyes rolled and lips curled into a tight 'o' as he laughed lightly.

"Jesus Christ, no patience with you, is there." He laughed as you panted softly, eyes lightly stinging at the stretch, but wasn't the ache just incredible. "Ffffuck…Erik you gotta warn me-" you were cut off again by him rutting his hips, the head of his cock scraping that sweet spot that made your thighs quiver and knees buckle as you whined.

"Shhh, less talking, more moaning." He insisted as your brows furrowed. "You are so corny…"

"Yet I'm inside you, so just relax and take it like you've been begging for, please?" He insisted as you laughed softly to yourself, it littered with breathy moans as he hummed to himself.

He let you adjust fully as he bottomed out, busying himself with kisses along your shoulders and the back of your neck, massaging your hips, nails raking down the sensitive skin of your sides as you shuddered and whined up at him.

"You got it sweets…" he assured, pressing one last kiss before pulling back and rolling his hips in one fluid motion, so filling it felt like it punched the air out of your lungs as you groaned desperately. Gripping at the cushions as he laughed lightly, panting softly as he repeated his movements, setting a steady rhythm.

"I am fucking, crazy about you. I haven't quit fucking thinking about you…how bad I want you, how pretty those eyes of yours are, how sweet you are, how you take care of everyone…anyone ever take care of you sweets?"

You couldn't get words out, your brain felt entirely decorative at this point as you moaned through grit teeth, shaking your head at him as he laughed lightly. "Didn't think so, so that's my job. Fuck you stupid, don't have to stress out about anything if you can't think about it." You assured as he hummed softly to himself. "Gonna make you feel like nothing matters, all that does matter? Is letting me fuck you, okay?" He ran it by you, earning a swift nod as you panted loudly to yourself.

His free hand slid down your spine, coming up over your left shoulder as he took light hold of the sides of your neck, lightly choking you as he thrusted. Panting softly as he laughed to himself. "See? Look how much easier that is, moaning and taking my cock…" he murmured as he squeezed a bit, an action that caused you to tighten around him and a strangled moan to leave you as he laughed lightly.

"You're a fucking freak, okay…good to know…" he insisted as he let go and pressed your fave into the arm of the couch, encouraging you to bite down on the fabric as he bottomed out and held himself firmly in place, no longer relenting to you.

"If you want it, work for it…" he insisted as you whined loudly to yourself, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, you loved setting the pace! You just wished it wasn't depriving you of his hips slamming against your ass at a speed you wouldn't be able to replicate without leverage.

You whined as you rolled your hips back, whimpering loudly as you muffled your own moans, Erik groaning desperately as he carefully bucked his hips whenever he knew it would catch you off guard. One of your hands sliding down your tummy to take care of yourself as you sped up, Erik laughing softly at your desperation, though you kept punching the air out of his lungs each time you'd bottom out on his cock and clench, slowly dragging yourself up the rungs of the ladder as he whimpered desperately.

You felt that familiar warmth in your chest, the tightening of your core, the way your thighs quivered as Erik started sloppily thrusting to meet you in the middle. Clearly reaching his ending point as you panted softly. "Fuck fuck fuck, don't stop-" you whined as Erik laughed lightly, rutting into you as he tried to keep himself from cumming before you. "Whatever you need, sweets."

You arched your back lightly as you cried out, nails digging into the plush cushions as you felt yourself tighten up, lashes fluttering as you rode out your orgasm. Arms shaking and chest heaving, Erik fucking you through it before he bottomed out, hips flexing and cock twitching as he pumped you full. Hands rubbing over your sides as he kissed along your shoulders and neck.

He grinned lightly as he carefully pulled away and eased himself out of you, earning a displeased whine from you that he shut up with a kiss, laughing against your lips as your brows furrowed.

"Good movie."

"Great movie…"

"Stay the night?"

"Erik? I'll stay forever if you want…"

[vin-taege]

Hii ! I saw that the Erik requests are still open so I thought what the hell.

I don’t have any specific prompts in mind, just some Erik x male!reader oneshots or something similar.

Maybe the reader works with Erik at the shop? (Idk i’m terrible at getting ideas for my own work let alone someone else’s…)

after hours (m)

summary: you and erik fool around in the shop after closing.

genre: smut

pairing: erik campbell x fwb!gn!reader

words: 2.2k

CW: making out and messy blowjobs, light degradation sprinkled in because I'm a whore for this man, cum swallowing

Note: hi! i've been stuck on this req for a few days mainly because i have no experience writing for male readers :<< I made it gender neutral reader instead because I'm not 100% confident in writing for male readers. I should've clarified this in my nav >< super sorry about that!

"Breathe, it's just a lobe."

For some reason, you've been getting testy clients all day. First, the skater who wanted a thigh cover-up done in two hours. Second, the valley girl who kept insisting on swapping artists, mainly because she wanted to flirt with Erik. And now, this presumably Catholic school girl who kept freaking out over getting her second lobe done.

A classic customer service smile was frozen on your face. The total foil to Erik, if he was the employee who didn't give a shit, you were more of the people-pleaser type. Not by choice, but mostly by principle.

"There can be only one asshole at a time, and since you're the new hire, it gets to be me," is what Erik told you on your first day.

Erik, with his puppy dog, blueberry eyes, untarnished metal, and fresh leather scent. Erik, who sent occasional smirks to your side of the studio every time he pulled the tattoo gun back from the bicep piece he was working on. Erik, who held you up an extra two hours overtime yesterday because he got too handsy in the storage room.

You brushed the memories aside before you got too distracted. Guided solely by muscle memory, you took the clamp, slid the needle, and secured the jewelry. The girl barely blinked, too wrapped up in bracing herself for the pain that would never come.

"Okay, all done." You held the mirror for her, feeling less grumpy when you saw her genuine excitement. After a plethora of "thank you's" and the standard aftercare spiel, you sent her on her way.

One glance at the clock told you that you had more or less five minutes before freedom. Mark, more asshole than manager, left already three hours ago to flock to the shitty dive bar he often patrons. Erik should be finishing up by now as well.

As if on cue, he came to the front desk, customer in tow.

"Brilliant work as always, Soup!" The frat boy, James or John, thumped Erik a bit too hard on the back.

"Glad you like it, J," he grinned cockily. For a brief moment, your eyes met. You shrugged quickly—you didn't know what this guy's name was either.

They chattered for a bit as you settled the payment. While writing down the invoice, you glanced at Erik's work, freshly wrapped and deeply vibrant. It was one of those cheesy tattoos, a black and white wolf howling at the moon.

Even then, it was gorgeous. The lines were all even, not a single jitter in sight. The ink was punched in deep, but not enough to cause blow-outs. The shading was impossibly smooth. Things you can't tell Erik out loud in one go unless you want his ego to hit the ceiling.

"Have a nice night," you called out as J, whoever he was, left. When the wind chimes from the door quieted, you turned to Erik, who was starting to lock up the jewelry cases.

"It was either James or John."

"James! You're a genius, Rookie. He's the one with the fucked up industrial," he stood up, motioning towards the top of his left ear. "Took the bar out too soon and came to me all bloody and shit."

You screwed your face up in disgust, remembering how you had to clean up blood drops on one of the leather chairs. "Wanna close up?"

Erik hummed in agreement. "Yeah. Wanna hang out at the Target parking lot after?"

"I told you, I don't smoke," you grimaced. He laughed, deep, rich, the kind of laugh that made your stomach flutter.

"I'm not asking you to smoke. I'm asking you to hang out." He walked closer to you just as you finished emptying the cash register. Licking his lips, his gaze darted to your mouth, then back to your eyes. He leaned into your ear, whispering, "Unless you want to do other things?"

Your breath hitched. Gritting your teeth, you stood your ground. Erik liked playing this game, seeing how many ways he could fluster you out of nowhere. It rarely led to anything more than making out at the back or heavy petting, but if given the chance, you'd fucking take it. Another thing you won't tell him out loud.

Screaming internally, you pressed your palm against his chest before shoving him back. He let himself be pushed, laughing lightly at you. "Just clean the stupid chairs, Erik."

"Roger that!"

After only three months of working together, you and Erik meshed surprisingly fast. You had an unspoken routine, you on the register and him on sanitation. You would organize the display while he unpacked newly ordered jewelry. It was intimate in its own way, minus your friends-with-benefits situation.

It largely helped that you had the same music taste and affinity for horror movies. Erik's playlists always made your day less boring, especially when it was during the dead hours and the both of you could sing loudly in the shop. To think that you were a bit intimidated the first time you saw him—mainly because of the lack of light behind his eyes.

You tidied up the holding area, shutting the blinds before heading to the back to check up on Erik. He was bent over your studio area, just having finished wiping down your chair and tray. You grinned to yourself, silently shuffling up to him. Before he could fully stand, you reared your arm back and smacked his ass.

He jolted, turning towards you with narrowed eyes. "HR is going to hear about this."

"Oh fuck off, Soup," you rolled your eyes, smirking at him. Dramatically, he dropped his jaw, catching your right arm and using it to pull you closer.

"I hope you know you're getting suspended for that." His voice dipped dangerously low. He held you in place by the waistband of your jeans, the rag and alcohol abandoned on the floor. "That's, what? Harrassment and slander? Gotta keep that mouth under control."

"Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?"

His eyes glinted, the blue of his irises already eaten by dark, blown-out pupils. His hands traveled up your torso, lifting the fabric of your shirt lightly, before settling to cup your jaw. You pressed your body against him, meeting the crash of his lips halfway.

The kissing was heated, messy. His tongue parted your lips, colliding with yours. You clung to him, one hand on his nape, the other lightly digging into his chest. Your nails left a red trail on his stomach as you reached down, grasping his belt buckle. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his teeth nip your bottom lip. He pulled away, lips red and glistening.

"On the ground for me, Rookie."

Wordlessly, you smirked at him, making a show of slowly kneeling down. He held your gaze, head already clouded with desire.

"Don't you want to make yourself comfortable?" You nodded towards the chair. You worked his belt open, letting it flop down as you unhooked the button of his jeans. In one go, you tugged down his pants and boxers.

"I just wiped that," he pouted. If it weren't for the current situation, you would have laughed at his childishness. But he already had a fist around his cock, sighing as he squeezed himself. His cock was deliciously thick, curving upwards. Pre-cum was starting to bead at on the swell of his red tip.

He brought the tip to your lips, the metal ball shining invitingly under the red light. "Give the little prince a little kiss, yeah?"

You widened your eyes, wearing faux-innocence well on your face. You pressed your lips to his tip, slowly opening them just enough for your tongue to lap at his slit. He hissed, running a hand through your hair before grabbing a handful at the scalp.

You continued giving open-mouthed kisses, kitten-licking his head to make him squirm. Giving attention to his shaft, your tongue traced the veins wrapping around his cock, making him slick with your saliva. He grunted above you, breathing starting to get heavy.

"I'm gonna wash your mouth out now," he rasped. He held his cock, slapping it twice against your cheek. "Open up for me, Rookie."

Obediently, you parted your lips, lining up with the head of his cock. Erik didn't even give you time to brace yourself, thrusting into you until he hit the back of your throat, You gagged around his cock, drawing out a long groan from him. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, but you focused on your breathing, forcing your gag reflex back.

Erik pulled out until only the head of his cock was in your mouth, before heating himself back into your warmth. Your nose nestled in the dark curls around his base, tongue pressed flat against the underside of his cock. He stayed there, pressing your head firmly against him. You clawed at his thighs until he relented, fully taking his cock out.

A string of saliva connected his tip to your lips. Globs of saliva tumbled down your lips as he pulled away from you, rolling down your chin and spattering the front of your shirt.

"Making a mess just after I cleaned up," he tutted condescendingly. He pressed his cock against your cheek, grinding on the skin. It was filthy, the way he was almost wiping your saliva on you.

"Yeah? You did such a shitty job, I didn't even notice." His brows furrowed at your boldness. He gripped your cheeks roughly, pressing down until your jaw fell open. You stuck your tongue out invitingly, cushioning his cock as he entered you again.

"I like you so much better right now," he grinned. Planting his feet on the ground, he started to fuck your throat, His hands held you by the hair in place. He tilted your head up slightly, enough for him to look you in the eyes as you knelt pathetically under him, your fingers burrowing into the denim of his jeans.

"You look so fucking good like this, So beautiful when you have your mouth stuffed with cock," he grunted. He was losing himself in the pleasure from your mouth, your throat tight and warm, spasming each time he bottomed out. "You should have your lips wrapped around me more. My little stress-reliever. Letting me use you on the floor. Fuck, what a slut."

You moaned around him, making him shiver from the vibrations. Hollowing your cheeks, you swallowed, coaxing his orgasm out. Above you, Erik was starting to unravel. All of the tension pent-up throughout the day left him as he met your blow-out pupils.

You were the perfect picture of sin. Puppy dog-eyed, drool coating your red lips. Bringing your hands to the top of his thighs, you dug your nails into his soft flesh, raking them downwards.

This was the last push for Erik's undoing. He buried himself to the hilt in your warm throat. Throwing his head back, a loud moan tore itself from him. You hurriedly swallowed, trying your best not to waste any of his load. He ground into you, fully emptying himself until his knees started to buckle.

His cock sat heavy on your tongue as you waited for him to catch his breath. You hummed, soothingly rubbing his thighs until he came down from his high. Slowly, he pulled out, groaning as he saw the aftermath of spit and tears on your face.

You licked your lips before opening your mouth, flaunting how you didn't spill a single drop. He sighed, both in contentment and pride.

"Let me get you off," he murmured into your shoulder after he helped you back on your feet.

You shook your head. "S'okay. I wanted to make you feel good."

"You sure? Let me at least treat you to a slurpee or something."

You chuckled, wincing slightly at the soreness of your throat. Erik noticed your discomfort, swiping a pack of tissues from your tray table and starting to wipe the fluids off your face. "Don't talk for now. I'll give this spot one last run through with a mop, then we're blowing this pop-stand."

He paused for a moment, catching the stupid grin on your face. You immediately thought of the same thing. He sighed. "And yes, we're gonna blow it like how you blew me. Comedy gold as always, Rookie."

Erik led you to the bathroom, insisting on washing your face for you. You leaned over the sink, letting him scrub your cheeks gently.

"Maybe I could take a sick leave," you croaked once he was done wiping you off with a towel.

He snorted, flicking off the lights in the studio. "And leave me all alone? Also, voice arrest, remember."

"Why, you gonna miss me?" You ignored the way he rolled his eyes. You took one last look around the shop, double-checking that everything was locked and turned off. Erik held the back door open for you as you stepped out.

"Sure thing." He turned around, pausing from locking the door so he could flick your forehead lightly. "Wouldn't have anyone else to annoy."

"Oh fuck you, Soup."

"My offer still stands," he winked at you. "Let's do a snack run while you make up your mind."

[slashire]

drunk on you

Summary: going to a party and bumping into Erik there wasn't your plan for the night but it was interesting. Drinking and flirting with him you could get used to, and making out with him.

Erik Campbell x gn! Reader 

Notes / Warnings: gn reader because i don't think i mentioned anything gender wise, drunk makeout session.

The music was already loud when you stepped through the front door, a heavy, pulsing beat that you could feel deep in your chest, like your heartbeat was trying to sync with the bass. Bodies swayed and danced in dim, colored lighting, laughter spilling through the hallway in waves, and the distinct sharp smell of cheap beer and something sugary that definitely had vodka in it hung in the air like mist. You weren't planning to stay long. Parties like this always made you feel a little on edge too many people, too many flashing lights and too much everything. But Tiffany had begged you, and you figured a quick appearance wouldn't kill you. One drink, maybe two, smile, nod, disappear. Easy.

Except then you saw him leaning against the far end of the kitchen counter with a red solo cup in hand, head tilted back slightly as he laughed at something someone said, that familiar cocky smirk curling at the edges of his mouth. The kind of smirk that could get you into trouble without him ever saying a word. His tattoos peaked out beneath the rolled up sleeves of his hoodie, dark ink against his skin and he looked far too comfortable here, like he was part of the scenery. Like he owned it. He looked up, and of course caught you staring. His eyes flicked over you with deliberate attention, and when he smirked this time, it was for you.

“Well, well,” he said as you finally made your way to the kitchen, voice low and amused. “Didn't expect to see you here tonight.”

You gave a little shrug, grabbing a clean cup from the stack and pretending you weren't already a little flustered. “Didn't expect to come. Tiffany pulled the guilt trip.”

“Lucky me,” he said smoothly, lifting his cup in a mock toast before taking a sip. You tried not to stare at his mouth when he did. Tried and failed. “You look good.”

“You're drunk,” you said flatly, pouring yourself a bit something vaguely labeled ‘party punch’ in thick black marker. He grinned. “I'm buzzed. Not blind.” you rolled your eyes and leaned against the other side of the counter keeping space between you. Or trying to. “Surprised you're not passed out in a hallway somewhere.”

“Im pacing myself,” he said, holding his hands up like it was something noble. “You think I can keep up this level of charm without a strategy?”

“That's what you're calling this?” you raised your brow. “Charm?”

He gave you a little mock bow. “I prefer the term devastating charisma. But sure let's go with charm.”

You snorted trying to hide the smile that was tugging at your lips. “You're an idiot.”

“And yet,” he said, taking a slow step toward you, “you're still talking to me. Interesting.” 

You didn't move. Not back. Not forward. Just stood there, the music muffled in your ears now, your drink suddenly tasting stronger than it had a minute ago. He was closer, not close enough to touch, but enough that you could smell the mix of cologne and whatever he'd been drinking. Warm, spicy, and a little hint of trouble. Like him

“It's a party.” you said finally, lifting your drink. “Talking is part of the deal.”

“So is dancing,” he said, glancing toward the packed living  room. “But I have a feeling you're not a public dancer.”

“You don't know what kind of dancer I am.”

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing with playful interest. “True. I don't. But I'd like to.” the wright of that look, the calm boldness of it, seat heat crawling up your neck. You took another sip of your drink to cover it, then another. Fast. too fast.

The party bled around you. Time went fuzzy at the edges. You weren't sure when the two of you migrated from the kitchen to the couch, or how many drinks had passed your lips, but you were warm now. Too warm. Your skin buzzed with that alcohol fueled hum, soft and lazy. Erik was next to you, closer than he should have been and every time he laughed, it sent a little flicker of heat curling in your stomach.

He leaned in again, voice lowered like it was just for you, even though the room was still full of people. “You always this pretty when you're tipsy?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You always this obnoxious when you're flirting?”

“I'm not flirting,” he said, eyes twinkling. “I'm confessing.”

You blinked. “Confessing what, exactly?”

“That I've been waiting all night for you to get this close to me.”

Your heart stuttered. He said it so simply, like it was obvious. Like it wasn't the kind of thing that made your stomach flip and your face flush. His knee bumped yours. You didn't pull away. Instead, you leaned into the moment, into the way his gaze kept dropping to your mouth every few seconds. The room felt dimmer. Closer. Quieter. The kind of quiet that buzzed with anticipation.

“You're drunk,” you repeated, softer this time.

“Yeah,” he said. “And so are you.”

That wasn't a denial. You should've said something clever. Should've backed off. But you didn't. Instead, you watched his mouth as he talked, his lips slightly parted, breathing warm against your cheek from the proximity. His hand brushed against yours where it rested on your thigh, just a gentle slide of skin, nothing more. But it felt electric. Like you'd been waiting for it without realizing it.

“Are we gonna keep pretending this isn't happening?” he asked, voice almost inaudible now over the bass vibrating through the floor. 

The kiss wasn't clean. It wasn't careful. It was drunken and eager. His mouth crashed into yours like he'd been waiting for permission all night and finally got the green light. You gasped against his lips and he swallowed it, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, hands slipping around your waist to pull you closer until your thighs were draped over his. You could taste the liquor on his tongue, feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of your shirt and his hoodie. His fingers gripped your hips like he didn't want to let go. Your own hands were in his hair now, tugging gently, guiding him as your lips moved together in sync. Sloppy and addictive.

He pulled back just a little, breathing hard, his forehead resting against yours. “I've wanted to do that since the first time you rolled your eyes at me.”

You laughed, breathless, fingers still curled around his collar. “That was five minutes after we met.”

“Exactly,” he said, then leaned in again slower this time. His lips brushed yours once, then again, soft and lingering. One of his hands slid under the hem of your shirt, not touching anything, just resting there, warm on your bare skin like a silent promise.

“You gonna regret this tomorrow?” you asked against his mouth. 

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your jaw, then one to your neck. “Only if you pretend it didn't happen.”

“Don't tempt me.”

“Oh, I'm always tempting you.”

That earned him a kiss that shut him up. Long and hungry, the kind of kiss that made the room disappear, that made the alcohol fade and the noise dim until all you could feel was him, his lips, his hands, the lazy drag of his tongue against yours, the way he sighed into your mouth like this was something he'd needed for a while. And maybe it was. Maybe you both had.

You weren't sure how much time passed. Could've been ten minutes. Could've been thirty. you'd lost track after Erik kissed you like he meant it, like he didn't want to stop. Now now, not after all the lingering glances and sarcastic back and forths that clearly meant something more than either of you admitted out loud.

You were halfway through catching your breath, lips tingling and cheeks warm, when Erik looked at you again and there it was. That look. The one where his brows pull together just slightly and his mouth goes a little slack, like he's stuck between being patient and completely losing it. He looked down at your lips again, thumb brushing along the corner of your mouth.

“Yeah. No. I'm definitely not done kissing you.”

You blinked. “I kinda figured.”

He grinned, cocky. “Yeah? What gave it away? The part where I cant stop touching you or the part where I'm actively fighting the urge to pin you to this couch?”

Your breath hitched in your throat. “That second part came through loud and clear.”

“Well, good,” he said, leaning in again, voice amused. “I like being clear.”

You barely had time to process that before his lips were back on yours slower this time. Like he was taking his time now, like he was savoring it. You let yourself melt into it, your fingers finding their way into his hair again tugging softly as his hand cupped your jaw and tilted your face toward him. His other hand slid to your hip, pulling you flush against him until you were properly straddling his lap, knees pressing into the couch on either side of his thighs.

He groaned, quiet, right into your mouth and your head went a little fuzzy again. “You're not helping  me behave,” he murmured, lips trailing along your jaw, finding the curve of your neck. “Not even a little.”

You gasped when his mouth brushed your pulse point, your nails digging lightly into his shoulders through his shirt. “Pretty sure we passed the point of behaving like…ten minutes ago.”

“Fair,” he said, and you felt his smirk against your skin right before he kissed you there, slow, open mouthed kisses that made your spine arch slightly. “God, you smell good. Like sugar and bad ideas.”

You laughed. “You're drunk.”

“And yet still very motivated.”

His tongue flicked against your throat, teeth grazing lightly against the sot beneath your ear, and your hips shifted against his without thinking. The friction made bot of you inhale sharply. He cursed under his breath and gripped your waist tighter, his fingers digging in just enough to make you feel every inch of contact between you. You pulled back a little, just enough to look him in the eyes. “Erik?” 

He was flushed, pupils blown wide, lips pink and swallowed. He looked at you like you were something he'd waited way too long to taste. “Yeah?”

“This is still just…making out. Right?” 

“Unless you tell me otherwise,” he said, sincere. “This isn't about getting laid. Not tonight. I just-” he cut himself off, looking you over again. “-i just like kissing you. A lot. Like, maybe a little too much.”

You stared at him, heart pounding, brain trying to keep up with how warm and giddy and stupidly turned on you were by how earnest he looked when he said it. You leaned in again, brushing your nose against his, lips ghosting over his mouth. “Then dont stop.”

He kissed you again like it was the only thing keeping him grounded, hands roaming just enough to drive you crazy without crossing the line. Your shirt started to ride up and his fingers brushed your bare sides with the lightest touch, just his palms holding you there, guidinging your hips in slow, teasing movements that made you forget what planet you were on. You kissed like the room had melted around you, like the music was nothing more than background noise to the shared, electric beat between your mouths, your breath, your bodies.

He kissed you until your lips were swallowed and your thighs were shaking, until your heart was thudding like it might break out of your chest. He kissed you like he didn't care who saw, like this whole party was just an excuse to finally get you into his lap. And when you finally rested your forehead against his again, both of you panting and flushed, he smiled up at you, gentler this time. Soft and a little messy.

“You sure you didn't come to this party just for me?”

You laughed, brushing your thumb along the curve of his cheekbone. “Guess you'll never know.”

“Rude,” he said, nuzzling into your touch. “I make out this well and still get mystery answers.”

“Earn the rest of them.” you whispered and his grin returned full force.

“Oh, I plan to.”

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🕸️ MASTERLIST 🕸️

> A collection of all my fics, blurbs, and brainrot—sorted by fandom. Smut, fluff, angst, and everything in between. Minors DNI on NSFW posts.

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Who I write for

Horror:

• Billy Loomis (Scream)

• Stu macher (Scream)

• Ethan Landry (Scream)

• Norman Bates (Psycho)

• Tiffany Valentine (Chucky)

• Art the clown (Terrifier)

• Herbert West (Re-animator)

• Jennifer check (Jennifer's body)

• Colin Grey (Jennifer's body)

• Brahms Heelshire (The boy)

• Patrick Bateman (American psycho)

• Ash Williams (Evil dead)

• Mike Schmidt (Five nights at Freddy's movie)

• William Afton (Five nights at Freddy's movie)

• Roman Godfrey (Hemlock Grove)

• Peter Rumancek (Hemlock Grove)

• Vincent Sinclair (House of wax)

• Bo Sinclair (House of wax)

• Corey Cunningham (Halloween ends)

• Jim (28 days later)

• Ian McKinley (Final destination 3)

• Erin Ulmer (Final destination 3)

• Erik Campbell (Final destination bloodlines)

• Sam McDonald (Ginger Snaps)

• Alex Wright (Grave encounters 2)

DC:

• Adrian Chase (Peacemaker)

• Jerome Valeska (Gotham)

• Jeremiah Veleska (Gotham)

• Edward nygma (Gotham)

• Johnathan Crane (Batman begins)

Marvel:

• Peter Parker (The amazing Spider-Man)

• Peter Maximoff (X-Men)

Bands:

• Spencer Charnas (Ice Nine Kills)

• Andy Black (Black Veil Brides)

• Gerard Way (My Chemical Romance)

• Frank Iero (my chemical romance)

Cillian Murphy:

• Patricia "kitten" Braden (breakfast on Pluto)

• Neil Lewis (watching the detectives)

• Darren "Pig" (disco pigs)

• Thomas "Tommy" Shelby (peaky blinders)

Richard Harmon

• Tryst (Fakes)

• John Murphy (the 100)

• Alex Taylor (If I had wings)

Kris Lemche:

• Brenden/fridge (alter egos 2012)

Kyle Gallner

• Simon/John Q (Dinner in America 2020)

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• incest (stepcest if fine tho)

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• (I think that's it)

Devider credit: @strangergraphics

[sundrop-writes]

Sundrop's Horror Characters Masterlist

Ghosting - Mike Schmidt (Josh Hutcherson) x Fem!Reader. Star-Crossed Lovers. Pure Angst. Mike is in love with you, but hasn't worked up the courage to tell you yet. And he can't tell you before it's too late. (3,700 words.) (Based on the film Five Nights At Freddy's from 2023.)

Picture Perfect - (Perv)Sub!Mike Schmidt (Josh Hutcherson) x Dom!Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut. You and Mike have been dating for a few months now, and your sex life is very healthy. When you find him trying to hide the object of his dirty fantasies from you, it makes you curious - and somehow, even more horny. (5,100 words.) (Based on the film Five Nights At Freddy's from 2023.)

Damn The Man, Save The Empire - (Dark)Dom!Vanessa Shelly (Elizabeth Lail) x Sub!GN!Reader. Toxic Co-Dependent Relationship. Smut and Angst. You and Vanessa have known each other for a long time and it's always been a rocky road. But no matter what, she still cares about you. Even if she has a strange way of showing it. (6,100 words.) (Based on the film Five Nights At Freddy's from 2023.)

if Mike Schmidt fell asleep with you... - Five Nights At Freddy's (2023)

Headcanons for Erik Campbell dating an Alternative Hairstylist - Final Destination: Bloodlines (2025)

Note: The rest of these link off to AO3, but I am hoping to edit them soon and repost them to Tumblr.

No Brainer - Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving). Co-Workers to Lovers. Smut. You have something Derek and Melanie need. Derek and Melanie have something you want. You all agree to make an exchange, and everyone ends up more than happy. (7,100 words.) (Based on the film Mayhem from 2017.)

Arms Tonite - Bee (Samara Weaving) x GN!Reader. Star-Crossed Lovers. Angst and Horror. You made a deal with the devil, and your time is almost up. Little did you know, Bee plans to flip everything on its head and give you exactly what you didn't want. (2,100 words.) (Based on the film The Babysitter from 2017.)

Very Good Bad Thing - Antisepticeye x Fem!Reader. Enemies with Benefits. Smut and Gore. You are working as a lust demon, and Anti disrupts you on your busiest day of the year. Even after another argument, the two of you make up in the same way you always do. (8,200 words.) (Based on a character performed by youtuber Jacksepticeye.)