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mustyrosewater · 4 days ago

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𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙

𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖐 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖝 𝖆𝖋𝖆𝖇!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 : (𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲) 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤

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𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘: a halloween party held by julia ends up having a much more promising conclusion, as the leaves start to fall off the tree's and spirit halloween pop up stores begin to appear, so too do devious ideas and thoughts.

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: p in v sex, use of daddy and the traffic light system, drinking and weed smoking, rough erik is good erik, references to the movie creep.

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: halloween fics in july? more likely than you'd think. while this is technically a part two of after dark, it can be read on its own, something a little bit shorter to keep you all satiated in between chapters of midnight sky and getting my first tryst fic off of the ground, enjoy!

The chill in the Autumn air that came around every October brought with it the opening of Spirit Halloween pop-up shops, pumpkin-spiced-flavored everything, and the ever-repeating question.

“What are we gonna go as for Halloween?”

Erik’s gaze turned away from the TV and over to you, your sudden question breaking through the silence, only to result in him furrowing his brows.

“What?”

Fairly distracted by what he was playing when you’d first asked, you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend and poked at one of the legs that was thrown over your lap, making him jump slightly.

“What should we be for Halloween?” you repeated, making a point of enunciating the words in an exaggerated way as you smiled, tilting your head as Erik turned back to the tv.

“No fuckin’ clue.” he shrugged, continuing to play but still maintaining at least some concentration on your conversation.

“Well, Julia’s party is next week, so we have to think of something.”

With Julia moving into her own house, it had been fitting that she’d chosen a Halloween party as her own version of a little christening, promising that it was going to be one to remember.

The little “Uh huh.” Erik made had you letting out a huff and rising suddenly, pushing his legs off of your lap and turning to face him with your hands on your hips, looking down at him with an unimpressed expression.

“Baby, I’m serious.” you spoke, leaning forward to grab the controller out his hand, watching him let out a sudden sound of protest as you held it away from him when he tried to reach for it. “If i have to scramble last minute to find a costume for you, i’m gonna be pissed.”

Erik only grunted as he reached for the controller that you were now holding above your head from where you stood, even if he knew he could just stand up from the couch and be a whole head taller than you to grab it with ease, he stayed seated, glaring up at you.

“Okay, okay, fine.” he huffed, stopping his reaching only for a moment before he gripped your wrist and dragged you back down, falling onto his lap with a squeal and trying to keep holding the controller away from him as his hands found their way onto your waist. “We’ll go to Spirit Halloween tomorrow, you happy now? You fuckin’ brat.” he muttered the last part.

You couldn’t exactly argue with such a statement, especially not when a smug smile came across your face, nodding your head as you handed him back his controller.

Moving to rise from his lap, Erik’s grip on your hips remained, keeping you planted there on his thighs as he tossed the controller by his side on the couch.

“Where do you think you’re goin’?” he asked with raised eyebrows, his face suddenly disappearing into the crook of your neck as you let out another small squeal.

Without a doubt, each time a Spirit Halloween popped up in your town, you still managed to get the same amount of joy each year you returned, if not more.

The aisle was littered with masks hanging on the wall, ranging from Michael Myers to Pennywise, the choices being limitless, well-known, as well as obscure choices for you to pick from.

Behind you, Erik followed along with his hands in his pockets, lazily looking up and down the walls at all of the options without a huge amount of care, letting you take the lead in directing the pair of you around the store to look at all of the possible costumes you could wear next week.

Reaching out for one of the bagged costumes, you turn around and hold it up to Erik, watching his face morph into disgust as he looked at the costume, only to look back up at you.

“Absolutely not.” he stated, shaking his head and pulling the costume out of your hand and hanging it back up on the wall.

“Really? Art the clown is cool though!” you protested, reaching for one of the pairs of flower sunglasses that were part of the display, just the same as in the movie, sliding them onto your face and turning back to tilt your head at Erik. “I thought you liked that movie.” you mused, only for Erik to pull the sunglasses off of your face.

“I’m not dressing as a fuckin’ clown.” he spoke, a small, amused smile appearing on his face as he put the sunglasses back.

Pouting, you sighed and turned back around, walking further through the aisle and continuing on your quest to try and find something for him to wear.

“For someone who didn’t seem to care that much, you’re being really picky.” you sighed, swinging your arms as you walked, exacerbated by your options being continuously refused.

Just as you opened your mouth to say something else, you felt his hand on your shoulder making you turn around to face him again, now seeing him holding one of the masks up that he must have gotten off the wall, looking at you with raised eyebrows and a grin.

Looking down at what he’d picked up, your eyes raked over a silicone mask with tufts of hair on it, modelled to look like a werewolf with a frozen snarling expression.

As much as it was a minimal effort costume, you reached forward to take it out of his hands and inspect it, running your fingers over the fake fur and ears, a small exhale of laughter leaving you.

“What do you say, little red?” he asked. “Wanna go home and dig around for that hood?”

Looking back up at Erik, his face had now morphed into a smirk, quirking his eyebrows at you in a way that read nothing but absolute debauchery, already knowing exactly what he was talking about.

That same little red riding hood costume you’d worn about five Halloween’s ago before the pair of you had gotten together, when you were fresh out of high school graduation and going to a Halloween party with his sister.

Pushing the mask back into his hands, you narrowed your eyes at him before jerking your head in the direction of the checkout.

“Ring it up then.”

Over the course of that week, you’d taken the liberty of gathering up the other things that would be needed for a convincing werewolf costume, a pair of jeans from the thrift store to splatter some fake blood on, as well as an old shirt you could put a bit of wear and tear in.

Even if Erik was content pulling off a lazy costume, you weren’t.

Now here you were, applying the last little touches to your makeup and looking yourself over in your mirror, adjusting the costume that was now sitting snugly on your body.

Even taking the trouble to pull on the thigh highs with the little bows on the end, you were the perfect picture of a little red riding hood, just as you’d been a few years ago.

Loud knocking on the bathroom door made you jump, feeling the slightest bit thankful you hadn’t been trying to apply any makeup as you did.

“Are you finished?” Erik’s annoyed voice came out muffled on the other end, obviously getting a bit sick of waiting on the couch in his costume for you finish getting ready.

“Just a second!” you called out, lacing up your boot and turning to grab your purse.

“If you don’t let me in..” he started, earning an immediate roll of the eyes from you “i’ll huff, i’ll puff, and i’ll-“

Before he could finish his sentence, you swung open the door, staring up at him with a raised brow.

Mask in hand and costume on, Erik didn’t bother to hide the way he was looking you over, a low whistle leaving him as he put a hand on your waist.

“We might not make it to the party.” he laughed, reaching down to pinch your butt as you tried to push past him, earning a small yelp from you.

Smacking his hands away with a laugh that you couldn’t hold back, you reached to grab your keys and placed them in your purse, already feeling a pair of arms wrapping around you from behind, an annoyed groan leaving your lips and you gripped Erik’s wrists.

“Eriikkk..” you whined, trying to wrestle his hands off of you and walk for the door, only for him to follow your steps and walk with you.

“I can’t help it, I just wanna eat you.” he teased, finally pulling his arms away from you so that you could open the door, readying yourself for the short walk to Julia’s house.

Before you opened the door, you turned to have one final look in the mirror, smoothing down your skirt as Erik came to stand behind you.

Pulling out your phone, you smiled as you opened on the camera, wanting a nice little memory before you left the house.

“Baby, put the mask on.” you asked softly, holding up your phone as you tried to frame the mirror selfie nicely.

“Kinky.” he laughed, receiving a momentary glare from you before he pulled the mask over his head, making a show of posing with his arms over you and clawing his hands, looking like he was about to strike.

Snapping the photo, you grinned as you looked at it and turned the phone to show Erik who pulled up his mask and let it rest on the top of his head.

He nodded his head in approval at the photo, turning to give you a quick kiss on the head.

“Does this mean the mask stays on in bed?”

Making a show of sighing loudly, even if your smile gave away your amusement at his antics, you continued walking and let him shut the door behind you.

If there was one thing that the Campbell’s seemed to take pride in, it was their ability to host, Julia’s house was decked out in string lights and fake spider webs hanging from the ceiling, music already blaring by the time you’d both arrived.

Making the rounds and saying hello to everybody, Julia had brought you guys both something to drink before scurrying away again to be a good host, fittingly dressed as tinkerbell with wings and a little green dress.

The fire pit outside had been where you decided to settle in, setting yourself down on Erik’s lap as he sat on one of the deck chairs, comfortably sipping at your drinks while you chatted with a few of the other guests.

Drinks continued to flow, courtesy of your host, even a joint got passed around the fire pit, which Erik held for you to take a hit of, grinning like an idiot while you sat on his lap.

By the time the party was starting to move inside, the pair of you were feeling fairly inebriated, nearly tripping as you walked up the small steps to get back inside the house where the music was pumping louder than it had been when you arrived.

It hadn’t taken long for you and Erik to drift away from each other in the small sea of people, both spotting people you knew and separating to go and talk with them.

You stood in the kitchen with Julia, sipping at your drinks and laughing loudly, taking a few selfies that you were certain weren’t going to look anywhere as good in the morning as you thought they did now.

“I can’t believe you wore that again.” Julia wheezed, gesturing to the little red riding hood costume, memories of one of the first halloween parties you went to with Julia coming flooding back.

“Remember when I nearly sprained my ankle on the curb cause we had a bottle of vodka between us?” you spoke through your laughter.

It was your phone buzzing that caught your attention, a message coming through which you squinted your eyes to read, your vision having now become the slightest bit blurred after the amount of drinks you’d consumed.

You could see it was from Erik, nothing more than a simple one word text.

‘Bathroom.’

Furrowing your eyebrows, you messaged back asking if he was okay, only to receive radio silence in return.

“Where’s the bathroom?” you asked Julia, who pointed towards the stairs at the end of the kitchen.

“Just up the stairs and left down the hallway.” she directed, turning back to keep talking to other people with you in the kitchen.

Putting your phone back in your purse, you ventured through the kitchen and began climbing the stairs, your initial worry being that you’d find your boyfriend hunched over the toilet throwing up his guts, or that maybe he’d done something in a bout to impress a friend and now needed to go to the emergency room.

Wouldn’t be the first time.

Reaching the top of the stairs, you peered down the hallway and could see a closed door with a light on, assumption leading to to believe that must have been exactly where Julia was talking about.

Walking down the hallway, you reached the door and tried to door knob, finding it locked. Furrowing your brows, you knocked on the door lightly.

“Erik, baby, you in there?”

Your words received no response, but you did hear some shuffling and watched a shadow moving through the crack of light at the bottom of the door.

Without any sort of warning, the door was swung open quickly and a flash of light had you shielding your eyes as you were pulled into the bathroom, the door shutting behind you quickly.

Adjusting to the change of light quickly, you turned around to see Erik standing at the door with his mask over his face, reaching with a hand to lock it once more before he turned to look at you.

In what may have been a bid to intimidate you, you weren’t sure, but as he stood with his back to the door and stared at you not saying a word, a smile formed on your face before you burst out into laughter.

Slumping his shoulders, Erik dropped the facade.

“What’s so funny?” he enquired, his voice slightly muffled underneath the silicone mask.

“You look like peachfuzz.” you wheezed, stepping forward to grip the bottom of the mask and pull it up and off his head, looking back at the sight of your boyfriend with his now messed up hair and discouraged expression.

“Not what i was going for.” he muttered.

Placing the mask on the basin, you put your hands on his cheeks and tilted your head at him.

“I thought you were up here sick or something.” you mused, letting your hands move down to rest flat against his chest.

Shaking his head, Erik only leaned forward to connect his forehead with yours, hands coming to rest on your hips.

Potentially due to the alcohol, it seemed to be a reflex to lean forward and plant a lazy kiss on his lips as he did the same, gripping his shirt as you pressed him against the door.

It had just started as a few softly planted kisses for the sake of it, purely because you were both alone and had a moment without distractions.

Yet the kisses continued to get deeper and didn’t stop where they probably should have.

Where you had Erik planted on the door, it didn’t take him long to grip your waist and step forward, moving across the small bathroom to have you trapped between him and the sink by your hips, your ass pressing firmly against the basin as his tongue swiped at your bottom lip.

Letting out a soft moan into his mouth, like that alone had been enough to access some nerve in you, you’re mouth opened up upon reflex, allowing his tongue to slip inside and meet your own, velvet against velvet, the taste of the beers he’d been drinking coming together to mix with the vodka red bull’s you’d been tossing back in the kitchen.

Your tongues ran against each other as Erik’s hands started to explore further without hesitation, like he was entitled to your body, which of course, he kind of was.

He knew you inside and out, all of the little things he could do to make you a whimpering mess, it wasn’t a difficult task by any means to get you begging for him.

The bass of the party going on downstairs was the only sound that could be paired with the sounds of a sloppy make out and the occasional moan from you, you were suddenly thankful there was loud speakers and that everybody was downstairs, already you knew there wouldn’t be any stopping what had been started.

Erik’s hands found their way under your thighs, propping you up to sit on the basin while his hands glided down your thighs and to your knees pushing your legs open with little resistance from you.

The skirt of the little red riding hood costume was skimpy, and would barely keep you covered if you were to bend over, something that Erik was seemingly using to his advantage, taking a moment to run his thumbs over the little silk bows that were attached to the thigh highs the costume had come with.

Pulling away only for a second, you sat there panting and looked up at your boyfriend, his hair was messy from pulling off his mask and his face was blushed a subtle hue of orange, just as he always had; letting your eyes travel down further, you could see just how rock hard he was through his jeans, there was no chance of that going down on its own.

Your lipstick was likely already smudged, probably made worse when Erik’s hand reached forward for your face, his thumb coming to run over your swollen lips and smudge it even more.

“Fucking, look at you..” he breathed, his eyes blown out and his chest rising and falling.

When you took his thumb into your mouth and shut your eyes, you made a show of sucking on the digit softly, moving your head up and down with a precision and skill that had him outwardly groaning just from the sight.

“That’s it… you wish that was my cock huh? you wanna taste it that bad..?”

His words had your eyes opening once more, your mouth opening and releasing his thumb only for you to be promptly sliding off the counter and onto your knees on the cold bathroom tiles, reaching for his belt and scrambling to undo the buckle.

Erik knew he made you like this, and he loved every second of it, when you’d slept together for the first time and he’d been able to tease all of that out of you, it wouldn’t have been the last time.

Since then, he’d had all the time in the world to learn exactly what it was that made you tick, the things you liked to hear coming out of his mouth and the things he had to do in order to get you positively cock hungry.

God, he really did just turn you into a slut, and the worst part was, you didn’t even care, you embraced it if anything.

Pulling down his black jeans, you were left with the dark grey boxers that outlined the shape of his cock perfectly, something you couldn’t resist as you opened your mouth and mouthed at the shape through the fabric of his boxers as you looked up at him, running the tip of your tongue along the fabric.

His hand came to rest on the side of your face, which you leaned into for a few seconds, but not before a semi hard slap was delivered to your cheek, enough of a sting to have you gasping, but nowhere near enough to send you off your knees.

The moan you let out was borderline pathetic, returning straight back to mouthing at his binge through his boxers and letting him grab a fist full of your hair as you pulled them down.

His inhales were sharp, hissing through his teeth when his cock was spring free, the slightly cold air hitting it and sending shivers along his spine.

You watched as Erik reached down to grab it by the base, holding your mouth open and letting your tongue hang out as he tapped the tip against your flat tongue a couple of times.

“You want this, huh..?” he teased, pulling your head back by your hair every time you tried to wrap your mouth around the tip and holding you in place. God he could be mean about it.

Unable to help yourself, you let out a whine, nodding your head as you kept your mouth held open, finding your hands coming to grip at the fabric of jeans that was still hanging loosely around his hips and tug harshly to bring him closer to you.

The moment the tip of his cock hit your tongue, his grip on your hair loosened and he let you push your head forward to send his cock sliding down your throat, taking him all in an instance until your nose was pressing against his pubic bone.

“Jesus- shit..” he breathed, head falling back as his hand came out to brace himself against the sink so that he could keep his balance.

Pulling back, you took a breath for air, adjusting to the harsh entrance in your throat and ran your tongue flat along the underside of his cock and ran your thumb against the tip.

Just as easily as he could turn you into a whimpering mess, you could play him just as easily as a fiddle.

His mouth fell open as he looked back down at you, taking shallow and quick breaths while you took his cock back into your mouth and began to bob your head at a pace that was quicker than he’d anticipated.

“Holy fuckkk, pretty baby needed my cock in her mouth that bad..?” he mused, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head, running along your hair and guiding the bobbing of your head lazily.

His words had you already bringing your hand between your legs, readying yourself to start running them along your clit when Erik seemed to notice and quickly pulled your head back harshly by your hair, a soft cry leaving you at the pulling as well as the sudden loss of his cock in your mouth.

“You put those fingers anywhere near your pussy and i’ll make you regret it.” he ordered, his voice low and croaked.

Your eyes shut and you raised your hands to grip his own hand that was currently pulling at your hair and making your scalp sting.

Another harsh pull had you crying out softly, pulling your head back to open your eyes and look up at Erik as he leaned in to be closer to your face.

“Colour.” he whispered softly, his eyes taking in a slightly softer feeling as he broke the scene for only a second.

“Green, daddy.” you whispered back, offering him what little of a small smile you could manage, which reassured him enough to be straight back into his mode.

His hand wrenched your head forward, forcing his cock back down your throat while his other hand came to rest on your head, holding it at either side as he held you in place and began to slowly thrust in and out of your mouth.

You knew if it got too much you would just have to tap him on the thigh twice and he’d let up, as roughly as he’d always treated you in bed, you trusted him to stop if it ever got too much, just as he’d done before.

He kept his thrusts slow at first, gave you enough time to get acclimated to the feeling and seeming to speed up with every single thrust he took down your throat.

Eventually, the light slapping sounds of Erik fucking your throat and holding your head in place were all that could be heard, along with the moans that came from you and the occasional gag when he hit certain spots.

“You like that..? You fuckin’ slut..” he whispered as he stared down at the sight before him, your mouth wrapped around his cock and letting him fuck your mouth, just kneeling there and taking it. “Wanted my cock that bad, huh?”

His words made you moan, eyes starting to roll into the back of your head, as much as you wanted to reach down and touch yourself, even if you knew it would have been enough to finish you off right then and there, you held back.

Daddy had given you an order, and only bad girls don’t do what daddy says.

The sudden absence of Erik’s pierced cock in your throat had you gasping for hair, a string of milky saliva and pre cum connecting your tongue to the large silver piercing ball that glistened from the moisture.

You were certain you must have been a sight i behold, mascara running and lipstick smudged as Erik’s pre cum leaked over your tongue.

His hand came to rest under your chin, raising you up further on your knees as Erik leaned down and spat into your open mouth.

“Swallow it.” he ordered flatly, watching you close your mouth and swallow what he gave you without any hesitation.

“Good girl.. such a good fuckin’ girl..” he sighed, the hand on your chin moving to your cheek where you leaned into his touch and shut your eyes, eating up the whispers of praise as if they were being fed to you with a silver spoon.

His hand gripped your upper arm and pulled you back into your feet, wasting no time before he was turning you around to face the mirror and basin, bending you over and forcing you look at the image of yourself that was before you.

Lines of teared off mascara and swollen lips, your eyes seemed almost glazed over, whoever it was in front of you, you only recognised a part of her.

“You did so good, baby.” he whispered to you as he began to pull your panties down, no doubt soaked, and guided you to step out of them, stuffing them into his back pocket before returning his attention to you.

As he kneeled behind you, you couldn’t help but feel the least bit shy, knowing you were completely exposed to him, especially when you felt his hands resting against you ass cheeks and his thumb beginning to run up and down your slit.

Your whole body shivered and you let out a small whimper, a physical reaction that only seemed to be encouraging Erik.

“Look at that.. god you’re fucking soaked..” he partly whispered to himself and to you, admiring the way your pussy was glistening right in front of him face before he leaned forward and licked a long slow stripe along it with little to no warning.

Your cry couldn’t have been heard thanks to the speakers and being an entire other level up, but you brought your hand to rest over your mouth anyway, unable to stop yourself from whimpering audibly as Erik began to lap at your pussy with mercy, intent on feeling every minute of it.

He used his thumbs to pull you open, making sure his tongue was reaching deep inside you, leaving you pulsing and your thighs shaking.

“Tastes like honey.. like you always do..”

His words weren’t helping when it came to you being a pathetic moaning mess, already feeling your legs starting to struggle more and more to hold your weight up as he continued, moving to focus his mouth on your clit, sucking on it and running his tongue in circles around it that had you clinging to the marble counter for dear life.

“Please.. daddy..” you cried out, your eyes shut tightly and gritting your teeth, you weren’t even sure yourself how much more of this you could take, coming closer and closer to the brink of organs before-

He pulled away out of nowhere, the sudden lack of attention when you were just that fucking close having you whining out and stamping your foot in frustration.

“Don’t be like that.” Erik warned as he stood up again, “Otherwise we can stop right here and now.” he offered, looking at you through the reflection and seeing the way horror brushed across your features at the idea of stopping when you’d come so far.

Shaking your head, you felt tears pricking in your eyes.

“No, no, please daddy, I promise, I'll be a good girl, I will..”

Your pathetic begging evidently seemed to have an effect of him to some degree, a breathed out chuckle leaving his throat just as he reached forward to lay a harsh smack across your ass which had you crying out and leaning your head forward.

“You gonna be a good girl?” he teased, which had you nodding profusely, only for another smack to land across your other cheek, which had to whimpering softly as your legs shook.

They were harsh, leaving your skin stinging and no doubt red, but you couldn’t stop the soft moans that were following your cries of pain, biting your lip and leaning your head back to look at Erik through the mirror.

“God, look at that slutty little pussy..” he grunted, running his fingers over your slit softly, letting the wetness gather across his finger tips before he plunged his middle and ring finger inside with no warning, invading his way into your pussy which left you with your mouth hanging open and a moan flowing out of it.

Even if he pushed them in and out of you softly initially, when he felt how wet you were, how easily they glided in and out, he immediately began to ram them in and out of you at a bruising pace, leaving you trying to press your legs together which he promptly kicked apart.

“Shh, come on, you can take it, keep those fucking legs open..” he growled, adding a third finger and stretching you open with relative ease, yet still making you inhale sharply and shut your eyes tightly.

As your head fell forward, you immediately felt Erik’s fingers tangling into your hair and forcing your head back up, forcing you to look at him and yourself in the mirror.

His eyes were dark as he stared at the image of you before him, you getting filled up by his fingers, letting out pretty little sounds as your eyes rolled back.

“Look at me..” he breathed, opening your eyes and forcing yourself to keep them open so that you could look across at Erik, a look of deep concentration coming over his features as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you at a pace that had the most pornographic sloppy and wet sounds emanating from behind you.

“You gonna cum on my fingers, princess? you gonna fuckin’ soak em?” His words had you nodding your head, your whines and cries being your own way of begging him to let you cum, even if you were far past the point of being able to form words.

“Keep looking at me, don’t take your eyes off me, even when you cum, keep your eyes on me.” he ordered, watching as your mouth fell open and your brows furrowed, the telltale look on your face that told him that you were on the brink.

Within only a few more seconds, you felt the tightness in your stomach loosen rapidly, your pussy began to pulse over Erik’s fingers, those same sloppy sounds only getting even wetter as you began to soak his fingers in your release.

Erik didn’t stop pushing his fingers in and out of you until your head hung forward and you reached around to get him to stop, which he did.

You were shaking softly as you began to recover from your orgasm, panting softly and keeping your eyes shut, feeling like one small movement would result in your knees giving out at any second.

As opposed to previously, Erik’s hands on your body were soft, treating you like a little china doll as he stroked your back softly and allowed you to recuperate.

“You’re okay, baby, you did great.” he whispered softly, keeping you upright with a hand on your hip to maintain your balance.

You felt him lean forward, laying a soft kiss on your cheek which had you humming happily.

“You gonna let me fuck you, baby? you gonna be okay?”

His question had you taking in a deep breath before nodding, lifting your head once again to finally look at him through the mirror, giving him those puppy dog eyes that always had him doing whatever you wanted him to.

“Just be gentle, please daddy?”

As you said that, a smirk came over his features, nodding his head as he took hold of his cock and ran the tip over your slit slowly, already electing a few soft whimpers from you.

“Of course I will.”

With that, he pushed his cock inside you, while in no way slowly, he didn’t slam it into you, just pushed and allowed it to glide in with one swift motion, eliciting a soft whine from you, his own low moan accompanying yours.

“Fuuuck..” he breathed out, his grip on your hips growing tighter as he leaned forward and bottomed out, letting himself just sit there for a moment so that the both of you could adjust.

Every single time without failure, when the pair of you had sex, you followed this step like a ritual, just sitting there for a few moments with his dick inside you, enjoying the feeling, letting yourselves really breathe it in before he started moving.

As he finally began to start moving, pulling in and out, in and out, the dull slap of his hips against your ass was the only sound that could be heard, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream as he began to let his tip brush over that spongey part of you that made it feel like he was deep in your stomach.

His cock was a beautiful size, perfect for you in every way, lengthy with just the right amount of thickness, tied up with a bow that came in the form of his silver prince albert, like it was a present only you got to see.

Kicking your legs apart just a little bit more, he put one of his hands flat in between your shoulder blades and pushed you forward, making you lean down further against the counter until your cheek was pressed against the cold hard counter.

As he moved faster and harder, any promise he’d made beforehand of being gentle was starting to look like an outright lie, especially when he began to let out growls that came from deep in his chest, cut off moans and grunts while he began to fuck the daylights out of you.

It hurt in just the right way, enough pain that had you clenching your jaw and reaching around you to try and grip the fabric of his shirt.

This proved to only give him an idea, feeling him grip both of your wrists and pull them behind you, holding your wrists with his hands and using it to keep you in place as it made you only arch your back more, allowing him for a deeper angle that had you seeing stars.

Your shoulder joints ached as he pulled your arms back but you continued on, baring it all for the sake of the feeling of Erik’s cock ramming in and out of you, addicted to the feeling in a way that could have been described as borderline unhealthy.

“God, my perfect little fucking slut, taking my cock so good..” his words were only serving as motivation, causing you to spread your legs and arch your back further, desperate to hear his words of praise by showing him what a good girl you could be for him.

“Oh fuck, yes, that’s it, right there, fuck, don’t move baby..”

As he ceased holding onto your arms, he reached forward for your throat, leaning forward and putting his hand on it, yet not squeezing, but holding it in a way that had you arching your back so hard you could have almost looked up at him if you strained hard enough.

“Fuuuuck, yes, yes, oh my god.. i’m gonna cum in your pussy… i’m gonna cum in your pussy baby..”

Holding your mouth open, your exhaled moans lined up with his fast paced thrusts, coming out in a “unh, unh, unh.” type of sound as he began to pound into you so hard you wondered if you’d even be able to stand up and walk out of this party without arousing any suspicion, unlikely.

“Shit, i’m gonna.. im gonna-“

The sound he let out was palpable, similar to a growl and a cut off high pitched moan all at once, his thrusts suddenly slowing down to a snails pace, barely even pulling out of you as you felt him painting your walls with thick ropes of cum.

“Good girl, such a *good fucking girl…*” he groaned, leaning his head back and shutting his eyes as he finally let go, letting you fall forward and brace yourself against the counter as he stood, staying deep inside you as he began to pant as if he’d just run a marathon.

Maybe it was minutes, maybe it was seconds, but as you both stood there in silence and allowed yourselves for a slow recovery, it was quickly spoiled by the sound of somebody knocking on the door.

In a moment of panic, you both stood quickly, reality setting back in as to where you were, and who’s bathroom you’d just had filthy, nasty sex in.

Pulling out of you, Erik began to tuck himself back into his pants and do them up with a rush.

Turning around you felt his cum beginning to leak down your thighs already, scrambling to reach for some toilet paper and quickly clean up what you could that was slowly pooling out of you.

“Just a second!” Erik called out, finally doing back up his belt when you turned to him with wide eyes.

“Where are my panties!” you hissed, watching him feel around in his back pocket before pulling them out and handing them to you.

With shaky hands you lifted your leg and pulled them back on, already feeling Erik’s cum beginning to gather as you stood straight again but you didn’t care, intent on getting out of here asap.

“I swear to god, if i have to disinfect that fucking bathroom!” Julia’s muffled voice came through the door, clearly annoyed but nowhere near pissed enough to genuinely be upset, or at least not directly at you.

When the door finally opened and you and Erik stepped out, your blushed faces paired with your almost entirely ruined makeup had made it very clear that there was no hiding what had just happened in that bathroom.

“You fucker!” Julia snapped, immediately landing hits in Erik’s shoulder which he only tried to return, the siblings getting into one of their usual little unserious slapping fights that weren’t uncommon in the slightest.

Unable to stop yourself from laughing, you leaned a hand against the wall to steady yourself as you wheezed, reaching forward to try and pull at Erik’s arm to pull him away.

“I’m sorry!” you yelled out to Julia through your laughter, knowing that she was inclined to forgive you more so than she was her brother.

“Happy fuckin’ Halloween!” he called out to his sister, gripping your hand as you giggled together like a pair of school kids and began to book it down the stairs before she could catch up to you.

You’d just be sure to send her a lengthy apology in the morning.

Weaving through the people and waving with rushed goodbyes, by the time you and Erik had made it out of the house and were walking out onto the street to walk home, you were still wheezing and cackling.

“Oh shit, the look on her face, i feel so bad!” you cried through your laughter, Erik’s arm coming around you as you walked shoulder to shoulder.

“She’ll get over it, it’s not the worst thing she’s gotten pissed at me over.”

Erik comment had you narrowing your eyes, recalling the worst fight they’d ever had.

“I remember, when you did the nose piercing for the girl she had a crush on and totally spilled the beans, you do realise i was there for that one?” you joked.

Letting out a chuckle at the memory, Erik leaned across to lay a kiss on the top of your head, a content sigh leaving his throat.

“Where would I be without you?” he breathed, looking up at the night sky as you made your way down the sidewalk lit up by streetlights.

“Dead, probably, or with a serious case of blue balls.”

Erik laughed, pulling you closer to keep you safe and warm from the October air.

“Happy halloween, princess.”

#erik campbell x reader #erik campbell smut #erik campbell final destination #erik campbell fangirls rise up #richard harmon x reader #richard harmon #richard harmon fan fic #final destination 6 #erik final destination #final destination bloodlines #richard harmon smut #richard harmon fanfic #richard harmon the 100

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lucydixon · 1 day ago

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Erik x Partner who doesn't want kids

Masterlist 𐴱 Taglist 𐴱 Blog Navigation A/N: I actually hate kids, so when I got a request for this, I jumped right on it! Don't get me wrong, I have a niece and nephew, both under 5, and they're alright. I love them and all, but I didn't meet them until like a couple of years ago and I'm more than happy being the fun aunt who spoils the shit out of them at Christmas.

Summary: Headcanons for Erik and a partner who doesn't want kids.

I can see Erik going either way when it comes to having kids. He’s big on family and loved growing up with siblings, but at the same time, the responsibility of keeping a tiny human alive makes him more nervous than he’d ever admit. If you didn’t want kids, he’d be on board.

Not having to worry about money quite as much, Erik would be able to keep tattooing and piercing as long as he’d like. He’d get to do what he’s passionate about while keeping a laid-back schedule of projects he loves instead of taking anything that comes in through the door just for the scratch.

Erik would love being the fun ‘cool’ uncle. Any children Bobby and Julia have would be spoiled rotten by the two of you. You’d take them out for ice cream and have them over for sleepovers whenever you want, then give them back after, and enjoy the peace and quiet together.

When the two of you get the inevitable “So, when are you two gonna start popping out little ones?” from family and strangers alike, I could see Erik coming up with elaborate stories to either make them feel bad for asking or clutch their pearls.

“You know, we practice all the time. In fact, we practiced just before you got here, right where you’re sitting, actually.”

“We don’t need a sex trophy.”

“We’ve discussed it, but the return policy seems a little too strict for us.”

“We’re holding out for cloning.”

As long as he's got you, he's happy.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Taglist:@thewinterhunter @dogey290

#Erik Campbell #Final destination Bloodlines #Final Destination 6 #FD Bloodlines #Erik Campbell Headcanons #Erik Campbell x reader #richard harmon #Erik Campbell fluff #final destination

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the-archivist-writes · 5 days ago

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Flufflst for Erik from FD bloodlines please?

I hope you like <3

A. Admitting feelingsHe’ll barely admit them to himself let alone the person he’s actually invested in. He’ll make some comments to test the waters, maybe some jokes. Very much the human embodiment of ‘haha we should kiss, just kidding….. unless…’

B. Bad Habit I feel Erik would have an entire catalog of bad habits. Drinking, smoking, swearing, self depricating humour, doing dumb shit. He can’t say no to a dare. Just dare him to do some insanely stupid thing and he’ll shrug and agree. I imagine his report cards had alot of ‘smart kid but doesn’t apply himself’ notes. C. Commitment Erik has to have some level of commitment; he’s covered in body modifications. His level of commitment to a romantic endeavor hinges on how he thinks the other person views what they are. If he thinks his partner isn’t into it, he’ll match that energy; if he ends up with someone who wants to be together forever, he’ll match it, if he and his partner are suited.

D. Damage He has a fair bit of that, loving family doesn’t always mean you grow up well-adjusted. He’s got an attitude, he thinks he’s easy going and laid back, and to a point, he is. But he’s always waiting for someone to say shit or start something.

E. Energy An extrovert for the right people and if it’s on his terms. He has all the time for people he enjoys being around but it has to be something he wants to do or his attention dwanes.

F. First dateIt might be simple but Erik’s first dates are always at a bar, at least a nice one. Not too close to where either of you live in case the date goes bad, he’s had issues with bad first dates leaving ‘gifts’ on his front door or where he works. He likes to sit in a bar with a few drinks, something to take the edge off, calm the nerves and help the conversation flow.

G. Get away He likes city trips or going to a concert/festival to unwind. He’d take you to a 4 day long metal festival where you could both relax, get wasted and listen to good music.

H. Hygiene Erik looks like he might be a smelly boy but he’s got great hygiene. His line of work means he needs to be clean and he’s just adopted it in all aspects of his life. Also keen on making sure all his tats and piercings don’t get infected he’s got overall good hygiene, maybe at times a little over the top.

I. InitiativeOh lord, he doesn’t plan or make the first steps for anything. He’s too laid back, he just goes with the flow. Sometimes he’s impulsive and you’ll get a call and asked to go see a movie in half an hour.

J. Jealous Erik handles jealousy much like any inconvenience, with jokes and sarcasm. He’ll pretend he’s not jealous but, oh, he is. He’ll sulk for a while.

K. Kiss Sloppy during a make out but I imagine he’s just chaste pecks on the cheek.

L. Love Love is a concept he scoffs at it, it’s all part of his attitude though. He falls in love pretty fast but he doesn’t show it so if it ever fails he can pretend he’s shrugging it off. This makes him come across a red flag but really, he’s just trying to keep himself from being hurt.

M. Maintenance He says and thinks he’s low maintenance but the boy is alot of work and probably can’t handle someone whose also high maintenance. N. NOPE Erik needs someone to match his vibe. He can’t be with anyone who doesn’t have a darker sense of humour.

O. Opinion He has many of those… not always the best ones either. He is one of those people who considers everyone's opinion up for debate.

P. PranksYes, he’s a bit of a shit. But if you told him you really didn’t like them he would back off, simply make someone else the focus of his pranks. They are for the most part, harmless, just irritating.

Q. Quirk Between all his heavy music he enjoys podcasts about the most mundane things.

R. Reliable Sort of? In a roundabout way, yes?

S. Scent Rubbing alcohol, ink, and chemically when he meets you straight from work. His usual scent is something smokey, earthy, hint of cigarette smoke.

T. Temper Erik is irritated very often, small things make him annoyed but he doesn’t get angry or loose his temper often.

U. Underwear Regular black boxers, just for the simplicity of matching.

V. Victory Very sore loser, if he gets tilted/annoyed during a game he’s a real pain in the ass about it and can be childish. Make excuses why he lost.

W. Wild Card I will give a random ass headcanon and you will accept it.

Scared of spiders and winged insects.

X. XXX Would they put out on a first date? High sex drive? Once a month kinda person?Oh 100% puts out on a first date, it’s like a handshake.

Y. Yelling He doesn’t yell when he’s mad, it’s more like he raises his voice in irritation.

Z. Zzz Night owl, insomnia king. Helps with the grunge look to be on the brink of exhaustion.

#sfw #headcanons #final destination #final destination x reader #erik campbell final destination #erik campbell x reader #horror x reader

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eumenisz · 12 hours ago

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me when i've been scrolling for 87 minutes to find a good fanfiction but they all have degradation, talking during sex, dirty talk, awkward talking during sex and some more cringy talking during sex

de véleményem gondolom továbbra se legyen lol

almost forgor

did i mention talking during sex?ʕ⁠ ⁠º⁠ ⁠ᴥ⁠ ⁠º⁠ʔ

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erikcampbellsprettywife · 2 days ago

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"Metal & Mischief"

Part 2 – Three Weeks Later

(Part 1)

(Part 3)

(Part 4)

Erik Campbell x Bimbo Reader

It had been exactly four weeks since I left with a butterfly on my lower back and a swarm in my tummy. I healed beautifully, obviously—Erik had magic hands. And now, I was back. For something bolder. Something shiny.

The sun had gone down when I stepped inside the shop, the glass door giving a soft jingle behind me. It was quiet, warm, the air filled with that inky, antiseptic smell I weirdly liked. The walls were glowing under the dim LED purple lights, and the only sound came from the low music playing and the hum of something far off in the back.

And then… there he was.

Erik. Fucking. Campbell. Once Again.

Behind the counter. Grungy, gorgeous, and still somehow prettier and sexier than sin. His messy black hair was barely pushed back, some pieces falling in his sharp eyes. His sleeves were rolled up. The ink on his arms peeked out, and he was chewing on a toothpick like he didn’t know he was in every one of my dreams.

I walked up slow, my soft little footsteps padding against the floor. I wore my favorite hot pink Juicy Couture tracksuit—low-rise, rhinestoned, zipped halfway up. No bra, obviously. My hair shiny, my face fresh, my gloss glassy. Natural, soft. All me. And when I looked at him through my fluttery lashes—

His eyes snapped to mine.

A smirk immediately curled his lips, like he already knew what kind of trouble I was here to start.

“Well, well,” he drawled, leaning onto the counter like a movie scene. “Look what the sparkly devil dragged in.”

I giggled softly, fingers brushing over the cool glass in front of me.

“Hey, Erik… closing alone?”

“Yup. Pink’s dangerous on you, babe,” he said, eyes dragging down and then right back up, slow and smooth. “What’re we doing tonight? More ink? Or are you just here to tempt me into another existential crisis?”

I leaned in, big doe eyes wide and sweet. “My nipples.”

He blinked.

I smiled. “I wanna get them pierced.”

There was a beat of silence. His smirk cracked wider. “Of course you do.”

He didn’t say anything else—just came around the counter, lazy and long-legged, leading me into the piercing room like this wasn’t about to be so much more than professional. The room smelled clean and crisp. Shiny trays, labeled drawers. He clicked on the overhead light and gestured to the padded chair.

“Alright, sweetcheeks,” he said, snapping on a pair of black gloves with a pop, “let’s get you settled.”

I slipped out of my jacket slow, the zipper making a little shhhhkk sound. No bra underneath, of course. Just skin, soft and warm from the chill in the air. His eyes flickered—just for a second—before he immediately looked away. Respectful. But barely hanging on.

He cleared his throat. “Sit back for me. Arms relaxed. We’ll check anatomy first, make sure everything’s golden.”

It was so cute how non-chalant he was trying to be.

I nodded and did what he asked, sitting back with a little shiver. He was careful, gentle, clinical—but I could still feel the heat in the air when he touched me. Just his fingers brushing along the underside of my breasts to check placement, his thumb moving the tissue ever so slightly.

“You okay, babe?” he asked, voice lower now.

I nodded. “Mhm.”

He looked up from where he knelt in front of me, eyes locking on mine.

“Of course you’re perfect,” he muttered more to himself than anything, pulling away to prep his tools. “Why wouldn’t you be.”

I bit my lip, cheeks warm.

He turned back around with sterile jewelry and two curved needles. “I’m using titanium. Fancy stuff, ‘cause you’re a princess.”

I smiled again. “Obviously.”

“Alright,” he said, suddenly a little more serious. “Deep breath for me.”

I did.

The first needle went in—sharp, fast, stinging. I bit my bottom lip a little harder, but when your kinky- it doesn’t affect as much.

But shit- it still hurt.

“Good girl,” he murmured, voice husky and low as he slid the barbell through. “You okay?”

I inhaled a little too much, nodding. “Uh-huh…”

He looked up again, his face softer now. Just barely.

“Almost done.”

The second side hurt a little more. But his touch was steady, voice soft and grounding. He was talking me through it, breath warm, his eyes locked on mine between every step.

Once both were in, he cleaned everything carefully, applying ointment, checking for bleeding. His fingers were still gentle, but there was a tension in his jaw. Like he was concentrating too hard. Like he was trying so hard not to look too long.

“You did amazing, babe,” he finally said, standing back. “Seriously. You’ve got a pain kink or something?”

My eyebrows rose for a second, a soft smile creeping on my lips before I giggled. “Maybe just when you’re doing it.”

He snorted, pulling his gloves off and tossing them into the trash. “You’re such a menace.”

“And you love it.”

His eyes narrowed slightly in amusement, head tilting. “You wish.”

I stood, slow and dainty, pulling my jacket back on—just over my shoulders, not zipped, not closed. My skin still tingled. My nipples ached, hot and sensitive under the fabric.

“How do they look?” I asked, hands playing with the edge of the zipper, eyes wide, innocent.

He looked at me—really looked.

“Fucking ridiculous,” he said, voice thick. “In the best way possible.”

I grinned, smug and sugary-sweet. “Good.”

I zipped back up.

He watched me for a second longer than he probably meant to, then finally cleared his throat and turned back to his tray.

“Don’t forget to clean ‘em twice a day. No playing with ‘em. No rough stuff. You heal pretty, but still—take care of my work.”

I tilted my head. “Your work, huh?”

He glanced over his shoulder. “Damn right. They’re my art now.”

The butterflies were back—loud and spinning.

I pulled my hair back into a quick ponytail from the heat, cheeks glowing, nipples still buzzing under the fabric.

I pulled out my purse and a stack of cash, sliding it on the counter, smiling. “Can I text you if I need help… or just wanna, y’know. Say hi?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You mean flirt shamelessly and tell me how hot I am at midnight?”

I gave a big innocent blink. “That’s a yes?”

He shook his head with a grin. “Text me, babe.”

I turned to go, throwing him one last look over my shoulder.

“Thanks again… you were really gentle.”

“I know,” he said. “But don’t get used to it.”

And I walked out with sore nipples, a warm chest, and a grin so big it nearly reached the rhinestones on my back.

#erik campbell #erik campbell x reader #final destination #erik campbell final destination

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le7ger · 8 days ago

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im erik if he were a girl btw. creds to my moot on tiktok <3

#erik campbell #final destination bloodlines #richard harmon #i love him so bad #idk if i wanna be him or be with him (both)#erik campbell x reader #edit #fd6

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mythicalcowboyatheart · 5 days ago

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Richard Harmon masterlist

Erik Campbell (FD: Bloodlines)

• (Final Destination masterlist)

Alex Taylor (If I had wings 2013)

• fluff

Tryst (Fakes 2022)

• (none yet)

Alex Wright (Grave encounters 2)

• (none yet)

John Murphy (The 100)

• (none yet)

#richard harmon #richard harmon smut #erik campbell x reader #alex taylor headcannons #alex taylor x reader #alex wright smut #john murphy x reader #tryst x reader

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milescrypt · 4 hours ago

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Monthly Recommendations

june 2025 s-series, o-oneshot

SINNERS

Remmick

The Man in the Woods : Remmick x Reader, peace and sultry love. o @fleurbly

Baked In Blood : Remmick x Reader, blood and pies. o @fleurbly

Forever, ever : Remmick x Reader, stop waiting for sorrow. o @fleurbly

MARVEL

Bucky Barnes

Thinking of You : Bucky Barnes x Reader, sobbing and bawling my eyes out. o @raven-dor

Same Changes : Xu Shang-Chi x Reader, it took us so long. o @thereoncewasagirlnamedjane

Kingdom Come : Erik Killmonger x Reader, you should’ve never left him. o @cherienymphe

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON / GOT

Aegon Targaryen

Stay away, or dont : Aegon Targaryen x Reader, what newton said. s @helaenaxyf

Protect me : Aegon Targaryen x Reader, let me leave please. o @helaenaxyf

Survival is Victory : Aegon Targaryen x Reader, what a pleasure. o @sylasthegrim

HARRY POTTER

Severus Snape

Used to love you : Severus Snape x Reader, we finally got a shot, lets make the most of it. o @loving-daisy

James Potter

Let Things Go : James Potter x Reader, figure put yourself and realise your true love. s @g1rld1ary

HUNGER GAMES

Haymitch Abernaty

The Winner Takes It All : Haymitch Abernaty x Reader, he wants you. s @nebulablakemurphy

A Change of Plans : Haymitch Abernaty x Reader, your relationship must work through it, will it though? s @onlybeeewrites

Bittersweet Symphony : Haymitch Abernaty x Reader, mentor to friend, or foe? s @maysileeewrites

Coriolanus Snow

Silver Roses and Fallen Snow : Coriolanus Snow x Reader, you must choose: love or life? or are they synonymous? s @lqveharrington

Finnick Odair

Of Your own : Finnick Odair x Reader, you guys finally have time for each other. o @slfglow

THE BEAR

Michael Berzatto

Can’t fix me : Michael Berzatto x Reader, you’re trying so hard. o @sweetsbelcva

Carmen Berzatto

Ramen : Carmen Berzatto x Reader, fluffy. o @catboymoonknight

FINAL DESTINATION

Erik Campbell (FD6)

You Better Run : Erik Campbell x Reader, he left you when you wanted a companion the most. s @deadbydemand

Breaking the Rules of Attraction : Erik Campbell x Reader, he came back. s @lucydixon

Bobby Campbell (FD6)

Night Shift : Bobby Campbell x Reader, what a dork. s @euqsia

STRANGER THINGS

Eddie Munson

Happy Together : Eddie Munson x Reader, he’ll do anything. o @oneforthemunny

MISC.

My Girl : Dean Winchester x Reader, jealousy and jealousy. o @dollilacs

Holy Ground : Tangerine x Reader, cute marriage fluff. o @pretty-little-mind33

Dirty Laundry : Jake Seresin x Reader, he needs you like he needs serotonin. s @geminiwritten

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emo-trash101 · 3 days ago

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RAHHH OKAY IM WRITING FOR RICHARD HARMON CHARACTERS NOW SEND REQUESTS PLEASE

#richard harmon #kirk lane x reader #i still see you #seth durand #seth durand x reader #erik campbell #erik campbell x reader #John Murphy #John Murphy x reader #and many more #im losing my mind #RAHHHHH

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imagine-you · 5 hours ago

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You Know I Love You Too Much To Be Crushed Like That [Erik Campbell/Reader]

Summary: You're at the end of a long shift at the hospital and eager to get home and go to bed. But on your way to grab a snack for the ride home, you run into your ex. You would do anything to get him back, but first you've got to convince him not to kill his baby brother with a pack of peanut butter cups. Word Count: 5k Author's Notes: I've been in such a writing slump, but I fell in love with Erik and couldn't get this idea out of my head. I'm not a medical professional, obviously, so forgive any mistakes. I'm also a sucker for a fix-it fic, so here y'all go. 💖

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If anyone asked you about the biggest regret of your life, you would lie and say it was putting yourself through academic hell and getting your doctorate right before you hit twenty-five. But that wasn't your biggest regret. It wasn't even really a regret at all.

What you really regretted, even though you would never admit it to anyone, was losing Erik.

He drove you crazy and your fights were always epic. He was the only person you knew who could truly get under your skin and make you feel like you were going to lose your mind. But you loved him so much you felt like you couldn’t breathe without him some days. For three and a half years, he was your everything. But somewhere along the line, you fell apart.

You were constantly working or studying or stressing over your future and Erik started staying later and later at the tattoo shop since you weren’t around. Before you knew it, you went days and then weeks without seeing him.

You got so wrapped up in finishing your degree that before you knew it, Erik wasn't in your life anymore.

It had been nearly a year since you were together, but he still featured heavily on your mind. You thought about picking up your phone and sending him a text several times a day. Half the time you wished you could hear his voice even if just for a moment. Even if he was pissed off, you didn’t care. You just wanted to know he was thinking about you.

You missed the way he held you and the way he would press a kiss to your forehead when he knew you were sad. You missed being tangled up together in his bed and watching him get all worked up playing video games. You missed his laugh and sardonic sense of humor and the way he made you smile.

No one could make you smile like he did.

You even missed his family. While your own family situation was less than ideal, the Campbell family had welcomed you with open arms. Even though you and Erik were done, you still called Julia every few weeks and sent funny memes to Bobby. Howard had even invited you over to eat dinner more than once and Brenda sent you care packages since she was worried you weren’t taking care of yourself.

Without Erik, you didn’t feel complete. You felt like a part of you was missing. You were merely a shell of yourself, half-alive and searching for a reason to keep going. You thought getting your degree and living out your dream of becoming a doctor would make it all worth it, but without Erik, it just felt like a hollow victory. You were just so fucking lonely that you didn’t know what to do with yourself anymore.

You knew it was only a matter of time before you caved and tried to get Erik back. You didn't know when and you didn't know how, but it was inevitable.

You just never thought it would happen because Erik wanted to kill Bobby.

You thought maybe it was just wishful thinking that had you hearing Erik's voice. You were exhausted, coming off a twelve-hour shift of shadowing and making calls you didn't feel prepared to make. All you wanted was your bed, food, and enough sleep to make the dead envious. You weren't even all that picky about the order that it happened, as long as it happened.

But when you rounded the corner, intent on grabbing a snack to take with you for the ride home, all thoughts of leaving fled your mind.

Erik was standing at one of the vending machines with Bobby right behind him. Erik was muttering to himself about something, and Bobby was standing back, looking worried with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie.

You felt rooted to the spot, unable to move or even blink out of fear that he would disappear.

Erik brought his fist up, hitting the glass, before shaking out his hand. "Ow! You piece of shit. C'mon!"

You jolted out of your stupor and walked closer, helplessly drawn to him, before finally catching sight of what Erik was so desperate to free from the machine.

"What the fuck are you doing?" You blurted, suddenly not caring about remaining unnoticed. "Are you trying to kill him?" You continued, gesturing towards Bobby.

Bobby had turned to look at you, but Erik had only given a defeated sigh before resting his forehead against the glass in front of him.

Bobby offered you an unsure smile before freeing his hand from a pocket to lift his hand in a wave. "Hi, Y/N."

"Hey, Bobby," you greeted, glancing from him to Erik and then back again. "What the hell is going on here?"

"I'm trying to kill him," Erik confessed, keeping his forehead pressed to the glass but turning his head enough to look at you out of the corner of his eye. "So he'll live," he clarified, finally turning to face you.

"What," you said, too surprised to even phrase it as a question. You were momentarily caught off-guard by how exhausted Erik looked, but you couldn’t let yourself ignore what he said. “That doesn’t make sense, Erik.”

You didn’t want to admit it, but saying his name after so long felt so good. It was like coming home after a long day where everything had gone wrong.

"Look," Erik started, turning away from the vending machine and beginning to walk towards you. "I don't have time to explain. Just trust me, alright? We're going to get him the peanut butter cups and then he'll die and then we'll bring him back. And then all will be right with the world. Or at least our family."

You hurried forward, blocking Erik's path when he made to go back towards the vending machine. "You're not letting him get anywhere near that, Erik. What the fuck is wrong with you?" The Erik you knew and loved would never put Bobby in danger, but now for some reason, he was ready to hand his little brother death coated in chocolate.

"What's wrong with me?" Erik huffed out a despondent laugh. You had never heard him so defeated, but he hid it well with a sarcastic smile. "What's wrong with me is that Death took my dad and my sister and I'm sure as hell not letting it take my brother too."

"Howard?" You thought for a second it was a sick joke on Erik's part, but then you saw the look on his face. "And Julia?" You couldn't help but check, hoping you heard wrong.

Bobby nodded his head, solemn and apologetic.

"And no one told me?" You knew it was stupid. You and Erik were no longer together. But Howard had told you only days after the breakup that you were still a part of their family. To lose not only Howard but Julia as well hurt more than you could stomach.

"We were a little busy trying not to die ourselves," Erik told you, flashing his arm at you. You could see a new tattoo he had inked into his skin, no doubt a tribute to Howard, but there was a heart branded into the skin right above it.

You instinctively reached out, not even thinking about how it might be weird to grab his arm. Only a year ago, your touch had been welcomed, but now you didn’t know how Erik would respond. You should have waited, but all you could think about was that Erik had gotten hurt, and you weren't there for him.

"Oh, Erik," you sighed, barely remembering at the last moment to not call him ‘babe.’ You wished more than anything that you been able to prevent him from getting hurt. He was always so fiercely protective of the people he loved and sometimes you wondered who was watching out for him when you were no longer around.

You lightly brushed your fingers along the tattoo, studying the burn mark on his arm. Erik shivered and you raised your head, meeting his eyes.

You were in no way prepared for the look he was giving you. It was brief, but you still saw what he quickly tried to hide.

It was want and desire. It was pain and grief. It was longing and apology.

It was love.

You knew you were still in love with Erik, but having the proof staring you right in the face that he was still loved you was something else entirely.

It was everything.

"I'm so sorry," you whispered, not even fully sure if he understood that you were sorry for more than just the burn on his arm. You were sorry about Howard and Julia. You were sorry for getting so wrapped up in your future, that you let yourself forsake your present. You were sorry that you were too scared to talk to him after the breakup.

You were sorry that you let him go.

You knew you needed to stay focused, so you tried to steer the conversation back on track. "None of that explains why you're trying to kill Bobby," you pointed out, hurriedly letting go of Erik's arm once you realized it was still in your grasp.

Erik shot Bobby a questioning look before Bobby nodded his head in answer. Erik rolled his eyes before focusing back on you. "We don't have much time, and this is going to sound fucking crazy, but you've just got to trust me, alright?"

Two minutes later, you were starting to wonder if you should get the two of them admitted for whatever break from reality they were experiencing.

"You two have lost your fucking minds," you muttered, unable to think of anything else to say.

"I know, trust me, I get it," Erik assured you. He hesitated for a moment before he reached out and grabbed your shoulders. "But don't get caught up on how batshit insane I sound right now and remember that when we were together, I never lied to you. Not once. Do you really think I'd be doing this as some kind of sick joke? It’s not like I knew you were going to stumble across my master plan to kill Bobby here. What are the odds that you just happened to be here?"

You couldn't tear your gaze away from his stare. You knew deep down that he was right and telling the truth. But you still couldn't wrap your mind around what he was saying. You saw death every day at the hospital. But hearing about what the Campbell family had endured coupled with the idea that death itself was an entity correcting the timeline by eradicating everyone who shouldn't exist had your head spinning.

And from what you understood, it wouldn't be long until Death came for Bobby. Innocent, incredibly sweet Bobby who had always made time for you even after your breakup with Erik. The world surely didn’t deserve someone like Bobby, but Bobby deserved the world. He deserved to live.

Your thoughts were racing at a million miles a second. You could lose your license. You could go to jail. There were countless horrible outcomes that could occur, but you knew you would give up everything for Erik. You would do whatever it took to save Bobby.

All it took was one look at Bobby to make your decision for you.

"Exposing him to that is incredibly fucking risky," you said, nodding towards the vending machine where Erik had been doing his damnedest to free a pack of peanut butter cups. "Doing that without a doctor's supervision? That's just stupid."

You let them both take a moment for your words to sink in.

Erik got it first. He grinned at you, clapping his hands down on your shoulders. He reeled you in so he could sling an arm around your shoulders and pull you in close to his side to squeeze you tight. "Then it's a good thing I've got a doctor."

A little thrill shot through you hearing Erik call you his doctor. It had been so long since you had been anything other than just his ex and you wanted so desperately in that moment to be more. You forced yourself to shrug his hold off and turned towards Bobby.

"Come on," you directed, beckoning for the two of them to follow you.

"What are you going to do?" Erik asked, trying to keep up with you as you lead them down one hallway and then another.

"First, we're going to find an empty room. Then, we'll go from there." You kept an eye on your surroundings, making sure that no one was paying attention to what you were doing. "In here," you said, opening a freshly vacated room. It was at the end of the hallway leading towards an empty waiting room, which meant that it would remain unused for a while.

As Erik and then Bobby passed you, you noticed the light in the hallway flicker for just a moment. You got the creeping feeling that someone was watching you, but when you looked up and down the hallway, there was no one there. You shuddered before closing the door and then turned to face Erik and Bobby.

"Alright," Erik started, leaning towards you. "Now you’ve gotta tell me. What's the plan?"

You winced, knowing that it wasn't much of a plan, but it was guaranteed to achieve the goal of killing Bobby.

"We're going to have to stop Bobby's heart," you admitted, noticing the way Bobby shifted warily on his feet. "A clinical death is far preferable in this situation than anything else. We stop his heart and then immediately restart it." You had specifically chosen the room for its crash cart which would give you everything you needed to resuscitate Bobby.

"So, basically the plot of Flatliners?" Erik asked, gifting you with a skeptical look.

You arched a brow at him. "And your idea was better?"

Erik studied you for a moment before he sighed. "Fuck it. Let's do it."

Erik ushered Bobby over towards the bed while you set up what you would need. You could feel your heart racing as you got Bobby hooked up to a heart monitor and pulled the crash cart close to your side. You were terrified that Bobby would actually die without hope of resuscitation and his death would be on your hands. You knew that losing Howard and then Julia in just a few days had devasted Erik, but you didn't know if he would ever recover if he lost his baby brother too. Erik had spent his whole life watching out for Bobby and steering him clear of anything that might hurt him, so leading him right towards certain death must have been weighing heavily on him. If you were the reason this plan didn't work? Then you didn't think Erik would ever forgive you.

"What's going to happen?" Bobby asked as he let himself fully recline on the bed. He sounded scared, but was trying to hide it. You hated hearing Bobby so terrified, but you knew there wasn’t much you could do except comfort him.

You stopped setting out your supplies and turned to face the bed. You took a couple steps forward until you were at his bedside and then reached out to grab his hand.

"Bobby, I know this is scary. And I know you don't wanna die. But I'm not going anywhere, alright? I'm not going to let Death take you. I'll bring you back. Or I'll die trying," you promised, hoping he got just how serious you were about making sure he survived the whole ordeal.

Bobby's eyes were wide with fear, but after a moment, you noticed his grip on your hand relax. He nodded his head, letting you pull away.

You offered him a smile before raising your head to see Erik staring at you. "What?" You couldn't help but ask, feeling slightly defensive.

"Nothing," Eric claimed, shrugging his shoulders. "It's nothing," he lied before turning away and beginning to pick up a container. He shook it, shooting you a curious look. "What's in here?"

"Put it down," you sighed, turning away to face your supplies again. "And keep an eye out for anything weird. We might not be on Death's hitlist, but I doubt they'll take kindly to us fucking with their plan."

"What is all that stuff?"

You jumped, not noticing that Erik had walked up behind you. You resisted the urge to lean back, wanting just a moment of comfort, before you pointed towards the crash cart. "That is filled with everything I'll need to bring Bobby back in case the AED doesn’t do its job. It also has what I need to stop his heart."

"So, what? You keep this in every room?" You knew from his tone of voice that he was trying to distract himself. He was asking questions to keep his mind otherwise occupied from the fact that you were about to kill his brother.

"Not every room," you answered, turning and facing Erik. "But in the rooms where someone recently died? Then yeah," you admitted with a wince.

"Oh," Erik sighed, swaying just the tiniest bit closer. "Wonderful." He looked uncertain for a moment, but he had yet to take his eyes off you.

"You trust me?" You couldn't help but check. Did Erik still have feelings for you? Absolutely. You knew that without a doubt now. But did he trust you? You didn't know.

Erik kept eye contact for long enough that you had to fight the urge to look away. You didn't know what he was looking for, but you wanted him to find it. Whatever it was, it brought a slight smile to his face. "With my brother's life," he assured you before stepping away.

You took a deep breath, allowing yourself one more look at Erik, before you finally approached Bobby again.

"Okay, Bobby," you said, reaching for the first item you would need. "Let's put you to sleep."

It turned out that killing Bobby was easy enough. Hearing him flatline after you stopped his heart had you feeling dizzy with panic. But you forced yourself to stay calm.

You waited for a count of thirty seconds, ignoring Erik's nervous pacing near the door of the room. You couldn’t allow yourself to freak out if Erik was already panicking. You held people’s lives in your hands every day, but this was different. This was family. And if you weren’t able to bring Bobby back, then the rest of Erik’s family would die.

Once you were sure Bobby had been gone for long enough, you started with the defibrillator again. You let yourself fall into the role of saving Bobby. Killing someone deliberately went against everything you vowed to uphold when you became a doctor, but trying to save someone was why you became a doctor in the first place. When you were a kid, you had to sit by and watch your aunt fade away from you as sickness took her. But you wouldn't lose anyone else.

Not Bobby. And if you were lucky enough, you wouldn't lose Erik again either.

"Uh, Y/N?" You heard Erik call, barely snagging your attention. You were in the middle of considering a shot of epinephrine to get Bobby's heart restarted. It was a risk, but it might be one you had to take to save him. The AED wasn’t working for you like it should and you were quickly hitting the point where you were going to have to consider alternatives.

You noticed the lights flickering above you, but you ignored them. There was a creaking noise above you that you couldn’t explain, but it wasn’t important.

You couldn't stop now. You had to keep trying.

You used the defib again, keeping all your focus on the heart monitor to see if Bobby's heart restarted.

"Y/N!" Erik yelled, this time closer than before.

You felt an arm wrap around your waist before you were tackled to the floor. There was a screech that pierced the room before the light above you disconnected from the ceiling and swung down, heading right for the spot you had been just seconds before. There was a shower of sparks before the light fell and hit the floor hard enough to crack the tiles.

You were rolled to the side as the ceiling tile above you gave way and followed after the light. You had your head turned to the side, looking at the destruction just inches away from your face.

Erik was above you, his breath coming fast as he studied you. All you could do was blink up at him in shock, realizing that you had narrowly avoided death just a moment before.

"You okay?" Erik asked, bringing up a hand to brush his fingers gently over your cheek, as if he had to prove to himself you were still there.

"Fine," you lied, knowing that you didn't have any more time to waste. "Bobby--" you started, before you heard it. The sound happened again. And again. And once more, before starting up a steady rhythm.

It was a heartbeat.

Bobby's heartbeat.

In all the chaos, you had missed Bobby’s return to life. No wonder Death had taken one last shot at you. You had managed to disrupt its design and save the rest of the Campbell family.

"Oh, thank God," you got out on a relieved laugh, grinning up at Erik. "We did it."

"You did it," Erik countered, shaking his head. "I never fucking doubted you," he said before he dipped his head down, letting his lips brush yours. "Thank you," he murmured against your mouth before kissing you again. “You’re a fucking genius,” he pulled back to say before diving in for another kiss.

You knew you needed to check on Bobby, but you allowed yourself to have Erik again for just one more moment. You reached a hand up, letting your fingers brush through his hair before lightly gripping the back of his neck, pouring everything you had felt for Erik over the past year into the kiss. You gave him all your heartbreak, sorrow, fear, longing, and need, hoping he got everything you hadn't been able to say to him.

"Fuck," you breathed, breaking the kiss when the smell of smoke reached you. You looked over to see that the fallen light had managed to ignite a set of towels that had been knocked to the ground.

You felt Erik moving above you and at first you thought he was shaking. But when you finally tore your gaze away from the fire to him, you realized he was laughing.

"What--," you got out before he was kissing you again. This one was tinged with joy and promised more to come. He brought a hand up, his fingers curling just beneath your jaw to hold you in place. You let your eyes close, savoring the moment meant for just the two of you.

Before you could lose yourself in the kiss, Erik was pulling away. You immediately tried to reel him back in, but he evaded your grasp and stood. He reached a hand down, helping you off the floor.

"You help Bobby," he told you, nodding towards his brother. "And I'll go get something to put that out." He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before flashing you a reassuring grin.

You watched him leave the room, shooting you one quick look over his shoulder, before he was out the door.

You managed to get Bobby conscious, but you still wanted to make sure nothing had gone wrong during his brief excursion with Death. So, you convinced him to get admitted for observation. Erik had told a whole story about how Bobby had collapsed and you were there to save his brother once he went into sudden cardiac arrest.

Your boss had ordered you to go home and rest, but you were scared to leave Erik again. So, once he made the decision to stay with Bobby, you found yourself making the same choice. If anything, having a doctor around for constant supervision would only benefit him. And if that meant you were in the same room as Erik for hours with nothing to do but lean your head on his shoulder and pretend you were getting some rest, then why not kill two birds with one stone?

The next morning, Brenda showed up at the hospital to take watch over Bobby.

"Go home," Brenda urged Erik. "Get some rest," she sighed, leaning forward to press a kiss to his temple. "Bobby will be fine. He’s not in danger anymore."

You saw tears begin to well in Brenda's eyes as she turned to face you. "And you," she started before reeling you into a hug. "Thank you," she whispered, squeezing you just a bit too tight. “After losing my Howard and my baby, I couldn’t lose anyone else. And you saved him. You saved our family.” She wasn’t letting up on her embrace and you were starting to feel just the tiniest bit overwhelmed.

Erik must have noticed your momentary distress, because he reached out and tugged on his mom's arm. "Let Y/N breathe, mom," he groaned, shaking his head.

Brenda was quick to turn and pull Erik into another hug. She hid her face in his neck and you knew from the way her shoulders shook that she was crying. You happened to meet Erik’s gaze over his mom’s shoulder and caught the pain and gratitude in his expression. It was everything that Brenda had tried to say to you and you dripped your head in a nod of acknowledgement.

"C'mon," Erik said once his mom let him go. He slung an arm around your shoulders to steer you out of the room.

You didn’t know where he was leading you, but you didn’t care. You would have followed him wherever he wanted to go. You had spent so long without him in your life that for the first time in a while you felt like you were finally breathing again. You didn’t want to know what would happen to you now if you let Erik distance himself from you again.

Erik didn't say anything until you were in the elevator and descending towards the first floor. He no longer had his arm around your shoulders, but he was sticking close enough to your side that you could feel his body heat.

“So," he started, rocking back on his heels. "What are you doing after this?" He shot you a look that you knew all too well. He was trying to hint at something but poorly concealing it behind nonchalance.

You hadn't really thought that far into the future. Exhaustion was threatening to overwhelm you and all you wanted was a bed to sleep in for a few hours. If you had it your way, then Erik would be there when you finally managed to do it.

"Probably going home to sleep until I don't feel like this anymore," you answered, shrugging your shoulders only to feel your arm bump into his for a moment. "What about you?"

"You know," he mused, the corners of his mouth ticking up in a smirk. "I was planning on sleeping too. Why don't we just do that together? Carpool or something. It's safe for the environment or whatever."

"Oh, really," you said, having a hard time fighting a grin. "Well, if it's for the environment, then," you joked, trying to not to let on that you were entirely too eager to be in the same bed as Erik again.

"There's only one catch, though," Erik warned as the elevator doors opened. He gestured for you to lead the way before following you out of the elevator.

"A catch?" You asked, starting to lead him towards the parking garage. You weren't sure how Erik got to the hospital, but you figured he wasn't planning on letting you drive home alone.

Erik reached out to grab your shoulder, pulling until you turned to face him. He had a serious expression on his face and you worried for a moment that something had gone wrong between leaving Bobby and getting to the parking garage.

"You see," he started, letting his grip on your shoulder drop to your hand. He pulled your hand up until it was clasped between his own. "I only sleep in the nude."

You stared at him, completely dumbfounded for a moment. "What?"

"And I'm afraid I require my bed partners to do the same," he continued, a shit-eating grin finally pulling at his lips.

You drew your hand from his hold and shoved his shoulder. "You're such an idiot," you got out on a laugh.

Erik's grin faded away and his expression grew serious once again. He grabbed your hand and reeled you in before putting his hands on your hips, keeping you pressed close together.

You couldn't help the butterflies that took flight in your stomach, fluttering around like crazy and making you feel weightless.

"Really," he said, his gaze briefly flitting towards your lips before finding your eyes again. "Maybe after we've both slept off the near-death experience, we could get dinner and catch up. Maybe more," he added with a thoughtful look.

You knew it wouldn't always feel this easy. There would be conversations and fights and assurances in store for the both of you. Erik, once he was able to process everything, would still have to come to terms with the deaths of Howard and Julia. And you would have to do your best to convince yourself that you weren't going to fuck up the best thing to ever happen to you again.

But for now, you were going to let yourself have exactly what you wanted.

"I'd love that," you assured Erik, helpless against the grin you could feel tugging at your lips.

Erik pressed a kiss to your mouth, letting you feel his answering smile against yours. "Good," he said once he pulled back. "Because I sure as hell don't plan on letting you go again."

Author's Notes: I have a few other Erik ideas, so if you read this and you're interested in reading more, please let me know! And if you read this and liked it, please also let me know! 💖

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kolsmikaelson · 2 months ago

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18+ mdni, fem!reader | like & rb if you enjoyed!

thinking about sex with erik campbell. he loves giving and receiving, but my god does he love a good blowjob, especially with that prince albert piercing of his, though what really pushed him over the edge towards getting it was you. he’d been debating it since before you’d even gotten together, but a few months in he brings it up, under the guise of a joke but also to feel out your thoughts on the matter. your sex life was already amazing, fantastic even but this would take things to a whole new level. he also knew, that the healing process would be a hell of a journey.

but the look on your face when he brings it up solidifies his plans, he’s getting that piercing, even if it means 12 weeks of hell without getting to fuck you.

the first time you see it, once it’s all nice and healed up, your tongue just about falls out of your head. you and erik had been making out in his room for the past half hour, forgetting about the movie you’d put on, when you feel his length press up into your core. “‘s healed y’know,” is all he says and your hand is down his jeans. he hisses at the touch, sensitive seeing as he’s not been touched like this in months.

you start pushing his shirt up his torso with your free hand, and erik gets the hint and tugs it off, tossing in somewhere in his room. he sighs in contentment at the kisses you press to his neck, making your way down his chest, stopping and paying extra attention to his pierced nipples, all while jerking your hand up and down his shaft.

eventually you make your way in between his legs, tugging his pants and boxers down with you, letting his cock free. the metal of the piercing catches in the light, drawing your eyes to it, your mouth falls open in a moan at just the sight. before he can say anything, you’re taking him into your mouth, your moans sending vibrations through his cock.

he’s got a hand on the back of your head, gripping onto your hair and thrusting up into your mouth, fucking your face while you focus on both taking deep breaths through your nose and hollowing your cheeks around him.

next thing you know, he’s pulling your head up by your hair and saying, “the first time i cum with this thing ‘s gonna be inside your pussy,” and he’s pulling you up his body, taking your pants off somewhere along the way, and settling you down on his lap, pressing a hot kiss to your mouth as he tugs your panties to the side and starts running the head of his cock through your folds, smirking at your moans caused by the cool metal catching in your heat.

“c’mon baby, you can take it, can’t you?” he murmurs into you ear, voice dripping with sarcasm as he pushed the head of his cock into you, and then he’s choking on a gasp when you swiftly sit yourself down fully, impaling yourself on his cock. “can you?” you whisper in his ear with a smirk on your face, taking his earlobe into your mouth and tugging on the hoop hanging from it.

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babybluebex · 1 month ago

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drink the honey | erik campbell x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: in visiting your friends' bar, you happen to meet his older brother, aka the guy who pierced your ears forever ago. cue a lesson in grief and exactly what can be pierced and where, as well as a night you won't soon be forgetting. wc 9.7k (i am. so sorry.) title stolen from closer by nine inch nails. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: erik campbell (final destination: bloodlines, 2025) x fem!reader 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: semi-canon compliance (howard has gone to his great reward, the shop fire happened, but none of the death hitlist stuff), drinking, one single mention of jerry fuckin fenbury, mild descriptions of burn injuries/scars, lots of innuendos, smut (minors dni)(holy shit there's a lot here, bear with me yall): p in v, creampie city baby (but then mention of intention to use morning-after pill), oral (f!receiving), genital piercings (like... we all watched the same movie, we know what's going down), lots of teasing, hittin it from the back + spanking (i know yall saw what he did to that garbage truck), biting/hickies, one tiny quick slap to a cheek, panty thief erik, look-in-the-mirror type shenanigans, light choking, halfway decent aftercare considering the circumstances, nicknames such as: sweetheart, baby, babygirl, princess/prince 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: soooo like after a year-long writing hiatus, i am back. it's been. a lot. and as far as this fic goes, i cannot explain myself, i knew i needed erik carnally even before the garbage truck thing so like. idk, dick piercing goes brrrr. anyway. follow @babybluebex-writes to be notified whenever i post a new fic!

You had only seen him once before. He had been the guy at the sketchy tattoo shop downtown that had done your second lobe piercings, and he was totally fine. It hardly hurt, probably because he was able to distract you long enough for the needle to pierce your skin by getting you talking about your own job, and he was pretty good about reminding you how to clean the piercings and everything. You didn’t exactly remember his name— something with an E, or an A? It was a little while ago, and you had been a walk-in— but you acutely remember his big, blue eyes and the stink of cigarettes that lingered on the leather jacket he wore while piercing you. That, actually, was the same jacket he was wearing right now, sitting directly across the bar from you.

He was by himself, bottle of Hice in hand, seemingly off in his own world as he gazed at the bartop. Every so often, every time the cute blond bartender passed by him, he would lift his head and give him a curt nod or a flick of his eyebrows, but he didn’t talk to anyone else or look in any one direction other than down. You were totally intrigued by him, even though he was not your usual type— as your friend beside you had joked as you walked into the bar earlier that night, maybe your “boyfriend” would be working, AKA Bobby, the cute blond bartender. Bobby was an absolute sweetheart, greeting you with a grin and asking how your night was every single time you came in, but he was a sweetie with everyone that walked into the bar, so, even though it wasn’t necessarily special treatment, it made you like him a whole lot.

Speaking of your friend… You looked one way and the other, trying to catch sight of her, and you frowned mildly as you tugged your phone from your purse. Just as you suspected, she had texted you about ten minutes before, telling you that she had absconded to go smoke, which was code for “I’m going on an adventure and it’ll be your job in two hours to track me down and get me back home”. You sighed, clicking off your phone screen, and sucked down the last of your liquor from your plastic cup.

“Lookin’ pretty glum there, friend,” a voice said, and you gazed up to see Bobby. There was a relative lull in the crowd, although the rap music playing over the speakers still shook the walls, and Bobby’s kind smile softened you. “What’s got you down?”

“Ah, shit,” you chuckled. “Not sad or anything. Just tired.”

“Tired?” Bobby repeated. “You want a vodka Redbull?”

You shook your head. “Just a long day at work,” you informed him. “Didn’t really even wanna come out, but Anna convinced me, and then immediately…” You trailed off, gesturing around you and the obvious lack of Anna. Even though you had never seen Bobby outside the bar, you had been going for years and knew him well, and Bobby had a good memory of the regulars, so he nodded, familiar with Anna’s disappearing act. “Probably one more of these, then close up my tab.”

“You got it,” Bobby said. “Single or double?”

You twisted your mouth as you thought about it. Obviously, you wanted a double, but a single would probably be better for you and your poor wallet. Bobby tilted his head towards you with a smile, almost as if to say C’mon, you know you wanna, and you sighed. “Just a single,” you told him.

“Heard,” Bobby nodded. As he made your drink, you watched him walk to the opposite end of the bar and sharply say something to the brooding piercer, and he looked up from the bartop again to say something equally sharp back at him. A weary smile passed over his face, and he pulled at the glass bottle of beer.

“Hey, so,” you started as Bobby handed you your cup. “Who’s that at the end you keep talking to?”

Bobby scoffed. “Who’s asking?” he started, popping a small black cocktail straw in your drink.

“He pierced my seconds for me a few months ago,” you explained. “Was thinking about getting my nose done, and wanted to go back to him, but I couldn’t remember his name.” A total lie; you liked your nose the way it was, with the appropriate number of holes. You just wanted to know more about him; he had a pull, like a magnet, and you needed more.

“You let that motherfucker stick needles in you?” Bobby chuckled. “And you want more? Ill-advised.”

“Okay, well, who is he?” you asked, a flash of fear running cold down your body.

“Erik,” Bobby said, and your brain flashed with recognition. Erik; that’s right. Something with an E.

“And it’s bad that Erik pierced my ears because…?” you asked. “Did he, like, get his license taken away or something?”

“No, no,” Bobby sighed. “Ah, I shouldn’t talk shit about him. He’s my older brother, though, I can’t help it. Genetically predisposed to give him hell… Maybe not genetically, but y’know, half-genetically, or whatever…”

Oh. Throughout the years, you could recall Bobby making passing mentions of his siblings— his older sister graduating college last year, his older brother flunking out of college prior to you ever meeting Bobby, his sister being “back in town”, his brother “traveling for work”, yada yada yada. “This the same brother that flunked outta college?” you asked, and Bobby laughed loudly.

“Yes!” he wheezed. “Yep, that’s him! Fuck, how do you remember that?”

“Because I’m a nice person, Bobby!” you smiled. “I remember things that people tell me!”

“Shit, that’s funny,” Bobby said. “Yeah, one and the same. Went for one semester, decided he didn’t like it, grades went downhill, dropped out before they could boot him out… Probably for the best, honestly, he never really was into the whole ‘establishment’ thing. Think he only ever went there to get our mom off his back.”

“Dad didn’t care?” you started, and a twinge flashed over Bobby’s face.

“Well,” he started. “Not necessarily, but y’know… But Dad passed away about a year ago. It sorta sucked for all of us, obviously, and that’s when Ma got intense about… Well, everything. But he had been out of college for… Shit, more than ten years, and when Dad died, Erik just… I don’t know, he had a break or something. You find out, in the wake of your dad’s death, that your dad isn’t actually your dad and that your mom’s friend is actually your dad, and that fucks with you, so I get it, but he got super withdrawn from all of us after that. I mean, shit, this is the first time I’ve seen him in months.”

“Wow,” you sighed. “That’s… Um…”

“Sorry,” Bobby said, clearing his throat. “Airing out my half-brother’s dirty laundry, I shouldn’t have… I just worry about him, y’know? He’s my big bro. He used to be so… He lit up whatever room he walked into. He’d come over to grill for family barbecues and to play video games and just to, like, hang out, but ever since that fiasco last year, he’s just… Tattoo shop, his apartment, over and over. Getting him to even stop by tonight was like pulling teeth. Truly, I think he needs a girlfriend. Boyfriend. Cat. Whatever. Something to get him out of his head.”

The man across the bar certainly did not fit the shining description that Bobby gave of the old Erik. By now, he had his phone in his hand, lighting up his face, and the light glinted off a large silver ring hanging from his nose. You remembered the same jewelry from when you met him, and you absentmindedly tugged on your earlobe. “Well, shit,” you said finally. “First of all, sorry for all of that. My dad isn’t really in my life, so I can’t sympathize exactly, but… Y’know. Still sucks. I’m sorry about that. And additionally… Jesus Christ, Bobby, you need to learn to keep your mouth shut!”

Bobby smiled. “You wanted to close your tab, right?” he asked, and you nodded. “Sure thing.”

You handed Bobby your card, and your gaze drifted to Erik one more. Still on his phone, but now with furrowed eyebrows, concentrating on something. The POS system was right next to where Erik sat, and you watched Bobby say something to his brother as he ran your card. You couldn’t read lips, so you were at a loss as to the conversation, but you watched Erik roll his eyes and swig at his beer, saying something in response to Bobby. Bobby froze up for a single second, then said something that you could obviously tell was “Really?”, and Erik nodded. Bobby seemed like he was malfunctioning, still for a moment, then turning back to the computer, then back to Erik once more, repeating “Really?”

Erik was obviously annoyed, cocking his head towards his little brother, and he went into the pocket of his leather jacket, extracting his wallet and passing his card to Bobby. Bobby pushed your own card into his empty hand and poked at the computer for a moment, and he ran Erik’s card through the computer. In a second, the POS churned out a receipt, and Bobby shoved it towards his brother as he turned back towards you and came your way. “Um,” Bobby started, a red flush hitting his cheeks. “So, Erik picked up your tab for you.”

“Huh?” you asked as Bobby slid you your card back. “Why?”

“Couldn’t tell you,” Bobby shrugged. “Maybe he thinks you’re my friend or something… Well, I mean, you are, kinda, we’re friendly…”

“Or maybe,” you started. “He’s getting a move-on with that ‘girlfriend’ thing you mentioned.”

“I don’t know about that,” Bobby mumbled.

“Or, and consider this,” you began, sliding your card back into your purse and grabbing your drink as you edged yourself off the barstool. “I’m a pretty girl who just gets drinks bought for her from time to time.”

“I mean, obviously,” Bobby said with a smile. “It’s just never my brother doing the buying.”

Erik looked up from his phone as you approached him, and your heart slammed up against your ribcage with anxiety. His hair, all shaggy and a little too long, hung in his eyes, and a careful smile touched at his mouth. “Saw you talking to Bobby,” he said. He shifted slightly, opening his body towards you and not solely at the bar, and you saw Bobby give a sort-of pained smile, almost a “What the fuck?!” type of face. “Figured you were one of his little girlfriends or something.”

“No, not me,” you said. “I’m just a regular, nothing more.”

“Ah, well,” Erik shrugged. “Bobby can use as many friends as he can get.” He cast a look at his brother, who swiftly threw up a double bird, and Erik rolled his eyes. “So, does my baby brother’s regular friend have a name?”

“Yes,” you said, and a smile came across his face when you told him your name. He repeated it back to you, gentle and sweet, like he was committing it to memory. You liked the way he said your name, and the closer proximity allowed you to see his pink mouth, the skin of his lips a little dry and bitten.

“That’s pretty,” he told you. “I’m Erik, if Bobby didn’t already tell you.”

“I already knew,” you told him. A flash of confusion wiped across his face, and you put a hand up to your ear, almost as if you were showing them off. “You did my seconds a little while ago.”

“Oh!” Erik laughed. “Well, shit, I did, didn’t I? I remember you now; I knew I’d seen your pretty face before.”

“God,” you chuckled. “Are you always such a flirt?”

“Not always,” Erik said. “Only when it can make my baby brother uncomfortable.” He gestured towards Bobby with the end of his beer bottle, and Bobby gave him another “What the fuck?” type look before rolling his eyes and going to serve other people at the bar, away from you and Erik.

“Well, you’re certainly brothers, based on attitude alone,” you said, and watched as Erik hooked the toe of his boot in the barstool opposite him and tugged it out, giving you a place to sit.

“What, the blindingly good looks didn’t give it away first?” Erik asked.

“You two look nothing alike,” you told him. After a momentary beat, you added, “I like your look better than his.”

“Oh yeah?” Erik asked. “You into the brooding, mysterious types?”

You shrugged. “I could be,” you said. “I think it’s the whole, like, ‘tortured artist’ thing you’ve got going on.”

“So, that answer is yes, the brooding and mysterious type,” Erik nodded. “Tortured artists are, in my experience, inherently brooding and mysterious. Can’t claim the title if you aren’t.”

“Damn, today I learned,” you replied, and Erik gave a little laugh. You examined his face as he looked to the side, towards Bobby, to flag him down for another beer; soft skin, a little pale with a rosy flush, rough facial hair that showed a little ginger in the blue neon signage behind the bar, with thick, dark eyelashes around his almond eyes, piercing blue. A silver ring inside his nose, to match the ones in his ears; it looked like a thicker metal than you thought piercings typically were. “So, here, you can teach me something else. How did you get your nose ring in?”

“Like, how you pierce a septum?” Erik asked.

“No, like, that’s way… I don’t know…” you started, already regretting the question, knowing your next choice of words. “Way bigger and thicker than my earrings. How?” Your face burned hot at having to look him in the eyes and say the phrase “big and thick” to him, but he either didn’t catch the unintentional innuendo or actively chose not to acknowledge it.

“Oh, I see,” Erik nodded. “Yeah, so, it’s a little complicated, a lot of terminology and shit, but the short of it is that you gotta stretch it out. Like, it wasn’t this big when I first did it, I’ve had to size up the hole over the years so I could get bigger and thicker things in there.”

You bit your bottom lip to hold in your laughter, and Erik scoffed. “Okay, that was too much eye contact on my part for saying all of that, that’s my bad,” he said and shook his head. “I could have said that way differently.”

“I-It’s fine,” you told him. He exchanged the empty bottle for another one from his brother, and Bobby passed him the bent-up bottle cap, which he put into an inside pocket of his jacket. “I mean, I started it.”

“That you did,” Erik said. “But, yeah, it’s a whole thing, sizing up, it takes a while.”

“Neat,” you said. “I don’t know too much about, like, tattoos or piercings or whatever, that’s not really my style.”

“Well, I’m an open book,” Erik shrugged. “You got questions, I’ve got answers. And I won’t even charge ya for it.” He gave you a playful wink, and the heat returned to your face.

“Cool,” you nodded. “Do you have any tattoos?”

“Oh, yeah,” Erik nodded quickly. “Got more ink than skin at this point, I’m pretty sure.” With that, he shrugged off his jacket, leaving him in just the black t-shirt for some band that you didn’t know, with that weird scratchy font that metal bands usually used. You could hardly focus on the t-shirt, though; all along his now-exposed arms, he had different pieces of artwork, all varying sizes, some colorful and some not, none of them remotely similar. You felt your eyes widen as Erik held out his arms to you, and you examined the spiderwebs, serpents, and roses that he had embedded in his skin forever. “You can touch ‘em, if you want,” he offered, then winced. “I promise I’m not trying to say everything as obscenely as possible.”

“It’s fine,” you smiled. Gently, as if you were worried you’d hurt him, you brushed your fingers along the large spiderweb that encompassed the majority of his lower right arm. “I mean, it’s just skin. Skin is skin, ink or not.”

“I know,” Erik said. “But that’s a sorta cheat code with people like me— let the cute girl touch your tattoos and she might give you her number. A high success rate, you’d be surprised.”

You gently turned his arm over to get a look at the softer, paler skin on the inside of his arm, and you sighed. In large script, the word DAD was inked in, along with a pale scar in the shape of a heart towards the end. “Oh,” Erik started. “So, the heart was, um, sorta an accident. Not sorta, it was an accident, but, like, I don’t know, it’s a long story. The night after my father died, I was closing up shop by myself, and some freak fire got started. Through a series of unfortunate events, I ended up on the floor, but a jewelry case had busted in the fire and I didn’t realize it, and my arm—” He made an exaggerated splat noise that made you giggle despite the horror of the story. “Landed straight on top of it. Worst pain I’ve ever been in that I didn’t enjoy.”

“Wow,” you mumbled. “I’m glad you’re alright… I remember last year, hearing from some friends that there was a fire there, but… And I’m sorry ‘bout your dad.” You only added the last part to try to banish the thoughts that his last remark had ignited, but he did nothing to mitigate it.

“Yeah, it’s coming up on a full year,” Erik said. ��And I was thinking about it recently, and I’m tired of… I don’t know. When he died, I felt like I lost a part of myself. I mean, he’s my dad, y’know, I kinda did lose a part of myself. But one day a few weeks ago, I looked down at the tat and the burn scar, and saw that everything had healed up as nice as possible, like nothing bad happened at all, and I figured that it was Pops, taking care of me one last time. I realized I was tired of being a sad little recluse, especially if he was going to make sure I was okay.”

There’s the explanation that Bobby was looking for on why Erik changed. And, it seemed, like the old Erik was starting to rise from the grave. “That’s a nice thought,” you told him. You let go of his arm and cleared your throat, going after a sip of your drink, and you added, “Do you have any more?”

“Thoughts?” Erik joked, and you smiled.

“No, tattoos,” you told him. “I’m assuming it’s not just your arms.”

“Oh,” Erik said, shaking his head. “Nah, got ‘em all over. You can sorta see this one…” He hooked a finger in the collar of his shirt and tugged slightly, showing off the corner of what looked vaguely like a bird’s wing— “And my stomach piece, and the bullshit on my sides… And more.”

You could tell he was fishing for you to ask what “more” meant, and you gave him a soft smile. You could read his energy as easily as a book, and the words that his soul and body gave to you were telling you some things that you’d rather hear his voice say and his lips move around. “More?” you repeated. His hands weren’t all full of ink, and you carefully let your finger trace the lines of his palm as you lowered your voice as quiet as you could. “My, my, Erik. That almost sounds like an invitation.”

The hand of his that you weren’t tracing touched your knee, moving slowly to give you time to retreat if you wanted to. “An invitation to do what, exactly?” he asked, and you slotted your bottom lip between your teeth. “Oh, don’t you go getting shy on me now, baby. You’re almost there. All you gotta do is ask.”

A shiver ran down your back at the sweet little name he bestowed upon you, and you battled it with venom. “What if I don’t wanna ask?” you countered. “What if I’m content just looking at the tattoos on your arms, and have no interest whatsoever at seeing what’s under— and inside— your pants?”

Erik laughed the way that only incredibly hot guys could get away with, his lip between his teeth as his laughter rumbled low in his chest. “Who said anything about getting in my pants?” he asked. Moving slowly, once again giving you time to move if you so wanted, he got up from the stool he was sat on, instead leaning up on the bar on his elbow. He was taller standing than sitting, and having to look just so slightly upward made your mouth run dry. He wasn’t a big guy, but definitely not some twig, but the energy radiating from his chest made you feel so tiny in comparison. You didn’t hate it, though. Now, as close as you were, you could smell the mentholated smoke on him, and it made you dizzy. What the fuck was wrong with you? You had never been so unashamedly turned on by someone before.

“I did,” you said boldly.

“Now, that’s mixed signals,” Erik chuckled. “You don’t wanna see the tattoos or piercings I’ve got under my jeans, and yet you wanna get inside ‘em?”

You paused, replaying what he said in your head as your eyes widened, and quietly replied, “Piercings?”

He smiled slow, biting the edge of his lip, looking like the cat who ate the canary. “It’s like I told you, babygirl,” he said. “All you gotta do is ask.”

He took a half-step closer to you, his hand landing on your waist, and he angled his head down so that his mouth was right next to your ear. To an innocent passerby, it could have looked like he was just talking to you so he wouldn’t have to shout over the music, but the words that spilled from his lips were anything but innocent: “If you knew how fucking hard I was right now, you wouldn’t be wasting any more time out here. You’d take me into the bathroom and lock the door, and you’d open your legs and let me stretch your pussy open and do whatever I want to you. Right?” You nodded quickly, your own hand reaching out and hooking a finger in his belt loop to draw him closer. His tongue slowly wet his bottom lip as he took in your reaction, and he added, “And I bet you’d just love to be split open on my cock, wouldn’t you? Take me in your mouth, in your sopping wet little cunt. I bet you’re such a slut that you’d let me… Nah, you wouldn’t let me, you would beg me… To cum inside you, breed that filthy little cunt of yours until you’re absolutely full of me.”

You nodded quickly and grunted out a meek “Mhm.”

“You ever had a pierced cock before, baby?” Erik asked softly, almost turning sweet for a moment. But you knew it wasn’t sweetness; it was condescension, he was making fun of how mild-mannered you had turned. It only made the fire under your dress burn hotter. If he could have bent you over that bar that very second, you would have let him. But then his words sank into your skin— Sank maybe isn’t the right word. It hit you like a truck, slammed under your skin like all the ink on his body, needled in with a satisfied pain. Did he say pierced?

“N-No,” you stammered. “I didn’t even know you could… That anyone would wanna…”

“Oh, yeah,” he nodded. “You wanna know a secret?” You looked at him with widened eyes, nodding, and his big blues softened at your doe-in-headlights look. “Only just got it last year. You’ll be the first to know what it feels like.”

“Oh my God,” you gasped. “I’m flattered.”

“How ‘bout you go check out that bathroom?” he asked, and you nodded again. Your head was spinning at the notion, and Erik’s eyebrows creased for a moment. “If you don’t, that’s alright. Let me know if I’m coming on too strong, I can back off or fuck off completely, if you want.”

“I like my men strong,” you told him, and you did. Forthright, assertive, commandeering; he was ticking all your boxes. “I was just thinking about it.”

“About what?” Erik asked. “I need words, sweetheart. I can’t do what you don’t tell me about. I’ll do anything for you. Just ask.”

You cast your gaze to the side, to your forgotten drink and his beer, and you whispered, “How many of those have you had?”

“That’s only my second one,” Erik told you. “I’m not drunk. Not even a little bit. And you?”

“Just the one,” you said. “And this has been collecting melted ice since I came over. But you know that, you paid for them.”

“Fuck, am I glad I did,” Erik smiled. “I wasn’t sure how else to get your attention. You were having such a good conversation with Bobby, I was almost worried the wrong Campbell brother might get a hold of you.”

“Easy, tiger,” you told him. “You don’t have a hold of me yet.”

Erik nodded slowly, the hand on your waist carefully sliding upwards to flatten against the small of your back, his pinkie edging oh-so-slightly under the waistband of your skirt. “M’getting there,” he told you. “I like to take my time, y’know?”

“Slow and steady?” you asked.

“Something like that,” Erik replied. Then, gently, a shift to a much softer side, he nestled his lips into your neck, just below your ear, and he gave it a gentle kiss. “Go to the bathroom, get all nice and ready for me while I finish up here. Can you do that, sweetheart?”

You nodded. “Don’t keep me waiting too long,” you told him, squeezing his arm.

In turn, his hand abandoned your leg and snatched your wrist. His grip wasn’t painfully tight, just enough to let you know that he meant business, and he said, “If I walk in there and catch you touching yourself, you’re gonna be in huge trouble. Okay? None of that shit, I’m the only one who makes you cum tonight.” Your eyes stuck on his mouth as he talked, the way his pink lips pulled and puckered as he talked, and that dizzy, hypnotized feeling came back. You wanted to kiss him, taste his mouth and tongue and feel his pretty lips against yours, but you were nearly certain that a quick fuck in the bathroom of a bar wasn’t exactly a “kiss” sort of situation.

Luckily, Erik read your mind. His own eyes flicked down to look at your mouth, and he sighed softly. “Lemme…” he whispered, and he surged into you, pressing his lips to yours for just long enough for you to get a head full of his scent. If he had stayed put for one second more, you would have kissed him back (again, if he decided to spread you open on that bar right then and there, you would have let him without question, so a simple kiss felt relatively lowkey), and, as he pulled away, you felt like it was a painful parting. “Just wanted a little taste,” he told you, swiping his thumb along the corner of his bottom lip. “God, if your pussy tastes half as good as your mouth, I might have to really pick my battles ‘bout what I want to do to you.”

As you departed towards the restroom, Erik sent a quick swat to your ass, and you bit your lip as you smiled at him. The restroom was towards the back, down a corridor about halfway until the room with the sign on the door, and you slowly opened it, expecting the resistance of someone in there shouting, but nothing came. A single-room situation, the counter for the sink painted shitty black with stickers for local bands and Sharpie graffiti littering the walls, and, thankfully, a functioning lock. You set your purse on the hook on the door, tugging out your phone to make sure Anna hadn’t texted you back, and you frowned at a new message from her. r u ok?? She had asked, sent less than 20 minutes ago. u haven’t come and found me and begged to go home yet!! :P

You quickly pecked out a message that was light on details, a simple got to talking to a friend, i’ll be done soon, and you turned towards the mirror, swiping at your lips with your finger to tidy up your lipstick. Erik didn’t seem all too concerned with the state of your makeup, but you still wanted it to look nice, and your concentration on cleaning up lipstick made you jump in shock when the doorknob to the bathroom started to jostle. You took a deep, steadying breath— you had never hooked up with a stranger in the bathroom before, and your chest felt full of nervous energy— and flipped the lock back on the door, then turned back to the mirror, trying to act unaffected and nonchalant.

Erik was quiet as a ghost as he entered, deliberately shutting the door behind him and locking it once more, and he came to stand behind you, looking in the cracked and dirty mirror as well. You could trace his eyeline, though, and he was only looking at you as he moved his arms to brace against the counter, trapping you against his chest. He seemed almost contemplative as he tilted his head, shifting his eyeline to your neck and the sliver of shoulder coming out of the collar, and he pressed his mouth to your bit of shoulder. He left soft, slow kisses on your skin, traveling up to your neck, then pressing another kiss below your ear. “Did you do what I asked?” he whispered in your ear. “Got yourself ready for me?”

“Not yet,” you admitted. “Was sorta hopin’ you’d do it for me.”

Quick as a flash, one of his hands was up off the counter, slithering around down your front to go up your skirt. His thick bicep pressed up against your body, pulling you closer into him, and you hummed with satisfaction as his big hand roughly cupped your pussy. He hadn’t done anything yet, hardly even touched you, really, but you were already wet, dampening your panties. “Fuck,” he groaned, pressing his cheek into your neck. “I can feel you, sweetheart, you’re soaked. Surely that can’t all be for me.”

“Who else would it be for?” you asked, and a wicked smile crossed his face.

Erik moved with confidence, like he had done it a thousand times, his fingers stroking the wetness of your panties with rough pressure, almost like he was threatening to penetrate you through the thin fabric. You realized he seemed to be mapping you out, memorizing the way you felt, and his fingers moved upwards just a bit to grind against your throbbing clit. A choked moan involuntarily left your lips, and he carefully nibbled at your soft neck. You had a feeling that he would have sank his teeth in if you would let him, and you hated to admit that you would have. Something about him made you feel dangerous for even knowing his name, and your blood felt like fire in your veins.

“You want ‘em?” Erik asked.

You panted, pressing your ass back into him like some pathetic bitch in heat, and your heart skipped a beat at the feeling of him right against your ass, stiff inside his pants. You felt like you could have drooled as Erik laughed, rumbling low in his chest, and your voice came out as a high-pitched whine: “Want your cock, Erik, please!”

“Oh, yeah?” he asked. “No prep, nothing? You like it when it hurts, huh? Fuck, what a woman…” He bit his bottom lip as he smiled and shook his head, seemingly impressed with you, and, as fast as lightning, his hand cracked against your ass, palm open, echoing around the tin bathroom. The sting and flame of pain made the headrush increase tenfold, and the burn of tears pricked at your eyes. You loved it, though. The dudes you fucked before were pretty easy and vanilla, and even though this wasn’t exactly the kinkiest hook-up to ever take place, even just spanking you was the most wild thing a guy had ever done. Something told you, though, that spanking and hitting it from the back (also something new for you) were part and parcel of Erik’s routine.

His hand bunched up in the fabric of your panties, pulling it tight for just a moment, before inching it down your legs. He greedily took in the sight through the mirror as you dug your fingernails into your palms, and his free hand moved to grasp your chin, making you look in the mirror with him. “You see that?” he whispered, capturing the soft flesh of your ear in his teeth. You nodded quickly, whimpering, and the quietest growl purred at his throat. “What do you see? Tell me.”

“I-I see…” you started, and you shuffled a bit to get your panties off completely. Erik balled them up in his fist and slipped them into the front pocket of his jeans, and your whole body pulsed and throbbed. “Am I gettin’ those back?”

“Debatable,” Erik said swiftly, and he let go of your jaw to land a not-exactly gentle hit on your cheek before grabbing your face once more. “Eyes on the prize, sweetheart, tell me what you’re lookin’ at.”

“You,” you choked out.

“Oh yeah?” he mused. “What am I doing?”

The skin-to-skin contact of his rough fingers with your clit made you think you would cum from that alone. His middle fingers circled your bud, putting the perfect amount of pressure to have your legs shake, and you keened high in your throat, squirming to press your back fully against his front. You could feel his heartbeat against your shoulder blade, dampened through your clothes but still quick, fast— he was excited, nervous, on-the-edge-of-his-seat, like you, and then you remembered the secret he had told you. He had never had sex with his piercing before. He was probably as wigged out of his mind about it as you were. “Touchin’ me,” you gasped. “Touching my clit, making me feel so good.”

“Good girl,” he whispered. His hand on your jaw slunk down, repositioning to grip your throat, and you watched his face tense as he faltered. “If I do something you don’t like, please tell me. Don’t be quiet just ‘cause I like it, okay? I wanna get my rocks off, sure, but, at the end of the day, I’m only satisfied if you are. So, if I’m too rough or say something weird or you wanna do something else, just say the word and I’ll do it.”

“You’re okay,” you assured him. “I’ve, umm… Never done anything like this before.”

His hands jumped away from your body like your skin had burned him. “Like what?” he asked. “‘Like this’, what is ‘this’?”

The ceasing of his rubbings on your clit made you sigh, and the shaking in your legs got worse. “The-the slapping,” you started, but a genuine laugh bubbled from your chest. “Looking in the mirror, choking, all of that, it’s new for me.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I-I just assumed, that’s totally on me.”

“I never told you to stop,” you offered lightly, raising your eyes to look at him in the mirror. “I never said I didn’t like it. I mean, if you hadn’t stopped rubbing my clit, I probably would’ve cum.”

Those big blue eyes of his blinked once with surprise, and he said, “Fuck. You were that close?” With your nod, Erik laughed. “Damn. Shame on me, sweetheart.”

“I do think that I want you to fuck me from the front,” you told him, easily turning to face him. “I mean, I can’t very well watch your cock sink into me if you’re fucking me from the back, can I?”

“Where have you been all my life?” Erik asked, all breathy like he couldn’t believe what you were saying to him, and you smiled. Your minds seemed to think the same thing at the same time, because his hands went under your ass to help you as you perched on the edge of the counter, opening your legs for him to see all the slick and wet he had left you with. His chest heaved as he drank in the sight of your pussy, his hands skimming up your thighs, and you reached out to grab at his belt buckle, undoing it with much more deft fingers than you were used to having. He let you get as far as pulling down his zipper before he dug his blunt nails into your soft skin, making that growling purr again.

“I just need a taste of you,” he told you, and before your brain could catch up with what he meant, he was getting down on his knees and he was getting to work, licking a broad, fat stripe up your glistening cunt. The wet warmth of his tongue made a broken moan rip from your mouth, and your head tilted back as he landed a messy kiss on your hole, throbbing and clenching around nothing. “Just like I thought, sweetheart: sweet as candy. I oughta start calling you sugar, huh?”

He shifted, standing back to his full height, and the fire in your veins grew hotter at the sight of his mouth, shining in the light with your wet. You reached out for him and drew him into a messy kiss, and you let out your first true, full-chested moan of the night as you let yourself sink fully into him, into his smell and taste and energy, and Erik’s hips bucked forward. “Fuck,” he hissed, and drew in a tight breath. “I knew it was sensitive, they told me it would be, but fuck me, that’s intense.”

“What is?” you asked, chasing him back into another kiss.

“My stupid dick,” Erik chuckled against your mouth. “Rubbing against my pants, it’s, like, holy shit. You’d think I’d never had my dick touched before, the way it feels.”

You resumed the job that you had abandoned before as you kissed him, and his hands joined you to help tug down his jeans just enough to shove down the band of his boxers, his belt buckle jingling as it moved. He had a nice dick, decently long and deliciously thick— now you understood what his whole “stretching you out” thing was about, because oh my God— but you couldn’t focus on the whole thing for too long. Extending from his beautiful rosy tip was the silver metal ball, indicative of the end of a piercing, and your stomach pitched. That was going inside of you, and you had never thought something could be so arousing. Quickly, before he could push your hand away, you wrapped your fingers around his length, pulling on his bottom lip with your teeth as you stroked his cock.

His cock jumped in your hand as he groaned, his eyebrows furrowing with the pleasure of it. “Fuck,” he gasped. “Holy shit, sweetheart, I think you’re gonna kill me if you make me wait any longer.”

“We wouldn't want that,” you told him. You shuffled a bit, opening your legs wider for him, and his strong hands angled your legs to wrap around his waist. He was quick, obviously rather skilled with it, as he grasped his cock and guided it to your hole, pressing just the smallest bit in before he raised his eyes up to meet yours. A shiver ran down your back at the eye contact, and he seemed to notice the effect he had on you, because he put a hand on your face, keeping you from moving.

“If it hurts,” he started. “Don’t tell me. Just scream for me.”

Your breaths timed in tandem as he bullied his way inside you, going slowly to savor your tight resistance, and you gasped. His dick felt so good inside you, that funny little electrical charge working overtime with every bit he gave you, but the hard ball of the piercing in you nearly made tears fall. Not because it hurt— it didn’t; it was noticeable, of course, but you couldn’t pinpoint exactly why it felt so damn good, it just did. His cock was stiff and hard and hot, heated steel under warm velvet, and you cried out a wrecked little noise as he bottomed out, his thick balls nestled against your ass.

Thankfully, you somehow managed to keep your head on straight and look at his face, and you saw a man possessed. His cheeks pink, his spit-slick rosebud mouth open, eyes squeezed shut and eyebrows pitched, messy hair falling over his forehead. God, the man was in heaven inside you, and his moan came as he opened his eyes. “Fuck,” he laughed. “Look at that— fits like a glove. A really tight, really… Really warm, super wet… Glove— Fuck.” He abandoned the joke almost immediately, instead moving to pull his hips back, his eyes greedily taking in the sight of himself. You watched as well, seeing his softest skin all slick and shiny with your wetness, and he pulled himself out fully, watching as your hole throbbed in his absence.

“God,” you whined, a pit opening in your stomach. “Erik, baby, put it back in, please.”

“I like the way you say my name,” he told you. “You say it like… I don’t know. Like you love the way it tastes.”

“I do,” you told him. Your chest heaved as you waited for him to take pity on you, and he quickly shoved your shirt up your chest, exposing your tits and the pushup bra you had worn, and he gave a wolfish grin.

“Good,” he said. “I’m so glad. Now, sweetheart, you said you wanted my cock back inside you?”

“Yes!” you yelped. He leaned down and kissed the swell of your tits as you writhed, and you added, “Please, Erik, please, put your cock inside me again, I feel so empty without you in my pussy.”

“Such a filthy fuckin’ mouth,” Erik smiled, and he shook his head. “Nah, Bobby wouldn’t have been able to handle you, you would’ve knocked him out, you’re too much for him.”

“Y’know,” you started. “I came here tonight to see Bobby. My friend always jokes that he’s my boyfriend.”

Erik’s eyebrows furrowed, this time in confusion. “Have you fucked him?” he asked with narrowed eyes.

“No,” you told him quickly. “Just— I don’t know. Had a little crush on him, that’s all. It’s those blue eyes, makes it hard to keep a girl away. Same as you, actually.”

“Past tense ‘had’ a crush on baby brother,” Erik repeated. “Not present tense?”

“Not as of… About half an hour ago,” you told him. “Found another somebody to focus on.”

“Someone caught your attention over Bobby?” Erik laughed. “Whoever that guy is, he is one lucky bastard. I bet you’d let him lick your pussy, wouldn’t you?” He rolled his eyes at his own joke, and you giggled softly.

“I’d even let him fuck me in this gross-ass bar bathroom,” you said. “If only he would shut his stupid mouth and put his dick back inside me.”

Erik made a big show of closing his mouth, looking a little like a gaping fish, and you held back a snort of laughter. This time, you watched him, slapping your pussy with the head of his cock a few times, hearing the wet sound echo around the bathroom, and his dick twitched as he ran his thumb across his sensitive head, smearing his pearly pre-cum around. “Jesus,” he gasped. “Gotta quit doing that, s’gonna make me bust before I’ve even really fucked you.”

You watched as he situated his pierced head back at your entrance, and you felt like all the breath in your chest got knocked out in one punch as he pushed inside, a little quicker and rougher than before. He didn’t waste time to start up a rhythm, wrinkling his nose as he gripped your hips and fucked you, and your arms circled around his neck, hiding in his shoulder and attempting to muffle your noises. It wasn’t quiet exactly in the bathroom, the music from the bar proper still very clearly audible, the walls still sorta rattling with the heavy bass, and you weren’t worried that anyone out there would hear you, but you were also hesitant to risk it. “D-Does anyone know?” you stammered.

“Know what?” Erik asked. His belt rattled again as he snapped his hips forward into you, and you let out a wrecked moan into the dip of his neck.

“That we’re in here together,” you said. “Th-That you’re fucking me within an inch of my life.”

“I don’t think so,” Erik said. “Told Bobby I was heading back here, then was gonna split, but I don’t know if he saw you come back, so who knows what he knows. Why, are you worried your little boyfriend is gonna get jealous?”

“No,” you told him with a shaky voice. He was so close to that spot inside you with every drag of his cock, and you could almost taste the incoming pop of electricity that would snap on your tongue when he did.

“You want people to know I’m fucking you back here?” Erik asked. “Let the whole damn bar know that a pretty thing like you would let someone like me violate you? Damn, girl, you might be kinkier than me.”

“Not likely,” you countered. “I mean, who here has the pierced genitals?”

“Fair point,” Erik said. “Ya like it?”

“I might never go back to regular dicks after this,” you chuckled, and Erik nodded in satisfaction. “But I don’t know if it’s the piercing, or if you’re just an absolute godlike fuck, even without that thing.”

“Mix of both?” Erik offered. “I’m sure my sparkling personality has something to do with it too.”

Before you could think of a snappy comeback, he fucked into you, and that electricity popped in your mouth as white flashed in your vision. “Fuck!” you squealed, tangling your fingers in his hair. “Erik, oh my God!”

“Right there?” he asked, and you nodded quickly. His grip on your waist tightened, and you could almost feel the capillaries bursting under your skin to bruise up all tender by tomorrow morning as he fucked into that spot once more. Your whole body jostled with the feeling, and you squeezed your thighs hard around his body, urging him on. He was quick with it now, hammering into you and forcing out uh-uh-uh! moans from you, and you dug your fingernails into his scalp. He wasn’t quiet either, hissing in tight breaths and groaning as you throbbed around him, and a properly loud moan tumbled from his lips when your mouth attached to his neck, sucking at the sensitive pulse point. “Fuck, you gonna mark me up?” he panted, and you looked up at his face. His forehead under his hair was shiny with sweat, his eyes blown way the fuck out, lips bitten all red and raw— he was just about the most handsome guy you’d ever seen.

“S’that so bad?” you asked, leaning back and biting at a different part of his skin. You intended to leave many bruises, in as many places as possible, and one of his strong hands lifted from your hip to cradle your head against his neck. Your tongue soothed the sting of your bites, and you could feel his throat and chest rumble as he pitched his head towards the ceiling and moaned.

“Not at all,” he whispered. “‘Specially if you leave your pretty lipstick all over my neck.”

“Wanna leave it everywhere,” you told him. That telltale knot was tightening at the bottom of your tummy, and, based on his shaky breathing and the slow increase in volume, he didn’t have much longer left either. “E, baby,” you whispered, and he touched his forehead to yours, stealing a kiss to your mouth. “Wanna see us. Turn me around.”

The brief few seconds where he pulled out of you felt like torture, but he guided you off the counter and around, back in the position you started with. You steadied yourself on your hands, and hardly had time to even think again before he was back inside you, anchoring on your hips. It was louder now too, the hits of his skin on yours coming faster with the angle shift, and his dick (and the associated piercing) rubbed against your tender spot with every single thrust. Your legs felt like jelly and you dug your nails into the countertop as you looked up to the mirror, and you jumped with shock.

Who the absolute fuck were you looking at? By all accounts, the girl in the mirror was you— she had your eyes, your pretty face, the same outfit you wore. But her eyes were blown wide like she was rolling, her lipstick smeared across her face with her mascara gathered and running under her eyes. Her fingers moved when yours did, her chest heaved when yours did, she even moaned when you did. This was you; or, at least, this is what Erik did to you. You didn’t hate the fucked-out look on yourself.

You cast your gaze to Erik in the mirror and found him studying your reflection as well, his bottom lip firmly between his teeth. He had pulled his shirt up with the position change, and your mouth watered at the collection of tattoos on his chest and stomach, the focal point being the large, dark skull in the middle of his torso. His stomach tensed and flexed as he fucked you, and you only managed to catch a momentary silver glint of nipple rings (what the fuck was with this guy?) before the knot in your stomach began to loosen, threatening the last shreds of your sanity.

“Erik!” you squealed. Skillfully, he molded his front to your back and placed his arms over top of yours, threading your fingers together as he bit at your shoulder.

“You gonna cum?” he asked, and you sobbed as his rhythm changed, from quick and hurried, to one hard slam after the other, a decidedly slower flow but all the more serving to get you to your end. “You gonna scream when you cream all over my cock?”

“Yes!” you cried. “Fuck, I’m so close, E, please!”

“Aw, you poor thing,” he said, all condescending once more. “Little sweetheart, can’t take it anymore, huh?” One of his hands started to inch away from yours, and you knew exactly what he was on his way to do.

You weren’t sure if his rough fingers actually made contact with your clit when you came. True to your word, you sobbed and moaned through your climax, drawn from so deep within your chest that it almost hurt, your head dropping forward as your whole body shook in the aftermath of the absolute assault on your nervous system. Erik’s strength was on full show now, because he used the little bit of it that he still had harnessed to keep you upright, his arm around your waist as he roughly buried himself up to the hilt in you, and it didn’t take long for you to feel the warmth of his cum inside you. You hadn’t even thought about a condom until right that second, when it was decidedly too late for one.

And then it was quiet. Not completely, of course; his breathing was rattly and hard from exertion, and you were sniffling and whimpering, but it was much less noise than it had previously been. He cleared his throat and sniffed, and he carefully stood back to his full height with a sigh. “Goddamn…” he whispered. “You alright, sweetheart?”

“M’good,” you whispered. “Just… Holy shit.”

Erik chuckled raspily. “I know,” he said. “Think you can stand, or do you need me to hold onto ya?”

“I can stand,” you assured him, and he slowly withdrew from you, earning himself one last, pathetic moan as his piercing rubbed against the spot inside you that felt raw and ultra-sensitive. The emptiness inside you was a strange feeling that you weren’t used to, and you tried to even out your breathing as he reached around you, grabbing at the stack of paper towels next to the sink. Before you really knew what was happening, he was on you again, turning you and lifting you back onto the counter, and you started, “Erik, I can’t, not again, give me a minute before—”

He shushed you, soft and gentle. “Not what I’m doing, sweetheart,” he told you, lifting your head up to look at him with a finger under your chin. He ran the tap against a few of the paper towels, soaking them with cold water, and he carefully wiped at your cheeks, trying to cool you down and help you settle. “There you go, that’s good, we’re calming down, we’re okay. What’s the shaking for? You alright, is it just the adrenaline? Or is something wrong?”

You hadn’t even noticed the quivering that had started in your hands until he said something, and you frowned. “I’m alright,” you whispered. “Just… Oh my God.”

He gave you a lopsided smile, then went to wipe down the sides of your mouth, cleaning up your makeup. “I know,” he said. “That was… I’ve never been like that before. I don’t know what happened to me. S’like I got inside you and, like, Hulked out or something. That was super fucked up, I’m sorry you had to see that.”

You couldn’t help your laughter. “See that?” you repeated. “Erik, I’m the one you were fucking, I lived through that. Don’t know if I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, let alone out of here tonight.”

Erik pouted at you. “Poor little princess,” he joked. “Need your prince to carry you into your Uber home?”

“I don’t need saving,” you smiled. “But I might need your number.”

Erik shared your smile, and he swooped in to land a kiss on your mouth. “See? I told you; we let cute girls touch our tattoos, and we get their numbers.”

When you woke up the next morning, in your own apartment, Anna already puking her hungover guts out in the bathroom, the first thing you thought about was Erik. You both managed to escape the bathroom unnoticed, even if you were walking like you had just ridden a bike across the country nonstop, and you found Anna out front, sharing a cigarette with some frat-dude-looking motherfucker. She hadn’t seen you and Erik together, so she didn’t try to pry into what you had been doing, but you caught Bobby’s eye, and he absolutely knew. Erik went back to his seat at the end of the bar, and you heard him ask his brother for a shot of tequila, and Bobby asked about what had happened just then, but Anna was whisking you away before you heard Erik’s response. It didn’t occur to you until you were already in the Uber home with a much-more-drunk-than-you Anna that you didn’t actually give Erik your phone number, and you could have hit yourself. How stupid did you have to be? Dude fucks you dumb and cums inside you, and you don’t even get his fucking number? What a fail.

Your whole body was sore and raw as you shifted in bed, grabbing at your phone tangled in your blankets. It was on 2% battery, having been forgotten the moment you got home, but it wasn’t the battery percentage that you were focused on. You had two texts, both about an hour old and from the same unsaved phone number, a local area code. The first text was a payment to you for $50, and the second said I’m an idiot. Get some breakfast and a Plan B. Take care of yourself. :)

Just as you were unlocking your phone to text Erik back, asking how exactly he got your phone number (probably Bobby), your phone vibrated with a third text; you could envision, for the past hour, him pacing around and debating whether to text you again. You had certainly done it before, and then promptly thrown your phone across the room when you finally hit send. So when will I get to see you again?

You hit the call button, and the phone trilled for just a few seconds before the call picked up. Erik’s raspy voice, half-morning voice and half an obvious hangover from time spent at the bar after you left, said your name, as sweet as honey, like the first time he said it, but it wasn’t a question, like he was surprised you called. No, he was even and prepared, calm, cool, and collected. The memory of him last night, eyes blown out like he was on molly and his hair in his face, flashed in your mind’s eye, such a contrast from him right now, and you smiled. “If I sent you my address, would you come pick me up?” you asked. “We can get breakfast together, and you can see me again.”

“Only if you also wanna see me,” Erik said.

You could hear his smile from across the phone, and it made you smile even wider, like some lovesick teenager. “I would love nothing more.”

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deniable-masterpiece · 2 months ago

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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.”

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erikcampbellsprettywife · 1 day ago

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Date Night Disaster (But Make It Hot)"

Part 3 – The First Date

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Three weeks, one back tattoo, two piercings, and way too many flirty texts later—he asked me out. Sort of.

“Fine. If you’re gonna keep texting me butterfly facts at 3am, I might as well take you out before you show up at my shop naked.”

“Deal,” I said.

So I did what any normal girl would do. I shaved everything, picked the sparkliest dress I owned, and rolled up to his house like a hot pink fever dream on wheels.

I wore a pink mini dress, soft and glossy like melted strawberry ice cream. The fit was perfect—tight at the waist, flaring into a playful little skirt that bounced with every step. The back dipped low, really low, just enough to show off the top of my butterfly tattoo, wings peeking out like a secret. And right below it? A giant silky bow, perched right on top of my ass like a perfectly wrapped present. Every time I turned, it swayed behind me like a flirt.

Bowclads were the sexiest, most innocent things. With sparkly heels, glossy lips, and a heart full of trouble, I looked like a birthday gift made to be unwrapped—slowly. I looked like I belonged on a Bratz doll shelf and I knew it.

I pulled up to his family’s house in my custom pink convertible—matching rims, fuzzy dice, bedazzled wheel. I swear it purred like a spoiled cat. I honked twice.

Then once more just to be annoying.

And then he came out.

And Jesus.

Black button-up. Two—no, three—buttons undone. Sharp collarbones, tattoos crawling up his chest, his silver jewelry catching the streetlights. Sleeves rolled, arms veiny, rings flashing. Piercings in place. Hair messy. Chewing gum like he owned the night. Black ripped jeans, chunky belt with more chains. The boy looked like a sexy cigarette ad from hell.

He paused when he saw my car. Then paused again when he saw me.

I leaned over the door, chin resting on my palm on the rolled down window. “Get in, pretty boy.”

Erik scoffed but grinned—genuinely, which he didn’t do often. “You look like a Barbie someone fed tequila and trauma.”

“You love it.”

“Unfortunately.”

He slid in, long legs folding into the seat like it was built for him, and shut the door. The car immediately smelled like him—cologne, cloves, slight hint of cigarettes, and chaos.

“You clean up nice,” I teased, pulling away from the curb.

“You look like you’re about to ruin my credit score,” he said, glancing over with that lazy smirk of his. “But thanks.”

I giggled, flooring it a little harder than necessary. He grabbed the handle, bracing himself like he’d already accepted death.

“Jesus Christ, you drive like a GTA character.”

I winked. “Only when I’m trying to impress boys with septum rings.”

He snorted. “You think this is impressive?”

I rolled my eyes softly, little smile on my lips.

We bickered the whole ride—playfully, effortlessly. I took the highway too fast, he threatened to walk home.

I sang along to Y2K bimbo pop, he called it “aural brain rot,” but didn’t turn it off.

I slapped his thigh at a red light and he pretended not to like it.

I kept glancing over at him between stoplights, cheeks warm every time I caught him already looking at me.

He didn’t even try to hide it. Just stared like he was studying something weird and fascinating. Like I was a science fair experiment made of glitter and sin.

“You missed the exit.”

“No I didn’t.”

“You literally just passed it.”

“I’m giving you more time with me. You’re welcome.”

“Generous,” he muttered, eyes rolling.

Finally, we pulled up to the restaurant—fancy, dim, rooftop seating. I tossed my keys to the valet and Erik gave me a look.

“You don’t have to try this hard to seduce me, babe.”

“You haven’t even seen the sushi boat I’m about to order yet.”

He chucked and followed me in, his hand brushing mine like it wasn’t a big deal. Like it didn’t make my stomach flip.

At the table, we sat across from each other, elbows on the table, legs brushing sometimes under the cloth. I ordered sushi—of course. Rainbow rolls, spicy tuna, whatever looked cute and tasted expensive. He got steak. Medium rare. Of course.

“You’re so predictable,” I teased, picking up a piece of my roll with my chopsticks.

“You ordered a sushi platter with edible flowers and glitter on it.”

“I’m whimsical.”

“You’re high-maintenance.”

“And you’re in love with me.”

He laughed into his glass of water, shaking his head. “Delusional.”

But the way he looked at me across the table? It didn’t match his sarcasm. His eyes were soft. Smirking, but warm.

He watched me eat like it was his new favorite hobby. I licked some sauce off my finger and I swear his jaw clenched.

“This place is expensive,” he said after a few bites.

“I know,” I smiled sweetly, setting down my chopsticks. “That’s why I’m paying.”

“Hell no you’re not.”

“Yes I am.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I drove. I’m paying.”

“I’ll walk home.”

“I’ll drive faster.”

He groaned, head falling back as he muttered something about glitter rotting my brain.

“You love me,” I said once again, trying to just manifest him into actually loving me-

“Questionable.”

“You’re staring at me like you wanna marry me and cry at the wedding.”

He blinked, leaned back. “I’d cry if the buffet ran out of dumplings.”

“You’d cry if I ever wore beige.”

He pointed his chopsticks at me. “Guess we’d have to see one day.”

I giggled, smug. “Just let me spoil you.”

“God, you’re dangerous.”

After dinner, we walked out under the warm night sky. My heels clicked on the pavement, his rings clinked as he slid his hands into his pockets. I dangled my keys in front of him.

“Wanna drive?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You want me—me—to drive your pink clown car?”

“It’s not a clown car,” I huffed. “It’s iconic.”

“I’ll pass, babe.” He nodded toward the passenger side. “I like being chauffeured around by a sparkly psycho.”

I beamed. “Passenger princess it is.”

The ride back was slower. Softer. We talked about everything and nothing. He told me how he got his first tattoo. I told him about my secret obsession with scented stickers. He told me about a dream he once had where he was trapped in a Forever 21 with no exit. I told him that was probably a prophecy.

“You’d die in Forever 21.”

“I’d become part of the wall decor. Just bones holding a ‘Buy One Get One’ sign.”

I laughed so hard I swerved a little and he yelped like a cat in heat.

When I pulled up to his house, I let the car idle.

Neither of us moved.

“Well…” I said softly, turning toward him. “Did I pass the first date test?”

He looked at me. Eyes blue, dark, unreadable.

“No,” he murmured. “You aced it.”

And then he leaned in—slow, sure, hands cupping my face like I was something fragile. His lips brushed mine once, then again, a little firmer. He tasted like mint and steak and sarcasm. My cherry lip gloss stuck to him, and he didn’t even care.

It was slow. Then it wasn’t.

His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me a little closer, mouth warm, kiss deepening until I was practically melting in the driver’s seat. My hand gripped his chain, pulling lightly, just enough to make him groan against my mouth.

When he finally pulled away, he stayed close—his forehead almost touching mine.

“I’m not good at this shit,” he muttered.

A whisper against my lips.

“You’re doing fine,” I whispered back, leaning in to kiss him again, but-

He pulled away with a smirk, reaching for the handle.

“Text me when you get home,” he said. “Or don’t. I’ll assume you crashed into a bush while thinking about my abs.”

My eyebrows rose. Abs?

Of. Fucking. Course.

“Bye, Erik.”

Words coming out softly.

He slammed the door gently and walked up the path, hands in his pockets, head turned like he knew I was still watching him.

And I was.

I didn’t leave until I saw his light turn on upstairs.

And even then—I drove home with a heart full of butterflies, and a kiss that hadn’t left my lips.

BONUS:

By the time you pulled into the circular driveway of your mansion, the kiss still lingered on your lips like an aftertaste you didn’t want to rinse away.

You didn’t even say hi to your parents this time—just floated through the marble halls like a ghost in heels, all soft smiles and starry eyes.

Your dad glanced up from his drink, pinstripe sleeves rolled, gold rings flashing, but you were already gone—up the curved staircase past the foyer, past your mom in her white silk robe, reclining like a Botticelli painting with a glass of rosé in hand.

“Is that a post-kiss glow?” she called.

You paused on the stairs, gave her a shy little smile.

She grinned back like she’d won a bet with God.

Then you disappeared into your bedroom, dropped your purse, peeled out of your dress with a sigh, and slipped into your cutest “I didn’t try but I still look delicious” pajamas: hot pink polka dot shorts and a spaghetti-strap silk cami, lace trim hugging your collarbone like a soft whisper. Damp hair, no gloss, just warm skin and the smell of coconut and lavender from your quick shower.

You crawled into bed, lights off, screens dimmed, and stared at your phone for a long second.

You weren’t gonna text him.

You really weren’t.

…

Except… maybe just one.

[You, 10:48pm]

Hey.

[You, 10:48pm]

Made it home.

[You, 10:49pm]

Thanks for tonight.

You set the phone on your chest. Tried not to stare. Tried not to need a response.

But it buzzed faster than expected.

[Erik ☠️🖤, 10:50pm]

You’re home already?

[You, 10:50pm]

Didn’t speed too much. Maybe a little.

[Erik ☠️🖤, 10:50pm]

Not shocked. You drive like the cops are chasing you.

[You, 10:51pm]

Only when I’m driving away from boys who kiss me like that.

A pause. You stared at the screen like it might blush back at you.

Then:

[Erik ☠️🖤, 10:52pm]

Yeah?

Like what?

Your breath caught a little. You bit your bottom lip.

[You, 10:52pm]

Like I mattered.

[You, 10:52pm]

Like you meant it.

Another pause.

Longer this time.

Then his name lit up your screen again.

[Erik ☠️🖤, 10:55pm]

I did.

Your stomach flipped.

But you kept it cute. Light. Cool.

[You, 10:56pm]

I know.

[You, 10:56pm]

The way you held my face. That’s not just a kiss, that’s a whole emotional event.

[Erik ☠️🖤, 10:57pm]

You’re so soft right now.

[You, 10:57pm]

I know.

Don’t get used to it.

[Erik ☠️🖤, 10:58pm]

Too late.

You tucked deeper into your comforter, letting the warmth of that text melt into your skin. You didn’t need to scream. You didn’t need to spiral.

Not when the boy you liked was right there on the other end of the screen, matching your softness with his own quiet kind of affection, making you feel 12 again with a stupid little girl crush.

[You, 11:04pm]

When can I see you again?

You held your breath.

[Erik ☠️🖤, 11:04pm]

I was gonna ask you the same thing.

You smiled.

[You, 11:05pm]

I’m free tomorrow.

And the next day.

And probably the rest of forever.

[Erik ☠️🖤, 11:05pm]

Clingy.

[You, 11:06pm]

You kissed me. I’m allowed.

[Erik ☠️🖤, 11:06pm]

That’s fair.

Another long pause.

You thought maybe that was the end for tonight.

Then:

[Erik ☠️🖤, 11:11pm]

Sleep good.

[Erik ☠️🖤, 11:11pm]

You looked really fucking pretty tonight.

You blinked.

Stared.

Smiled so wide your cheeks ached.

[You, 11:11pm]

So did you.

Even if you called my car a clown car.

[Erik ☠️🖤, 11:12pm]

It is a clown car.

But you looked like a dream in it.

You hearted the message. ཐི♡ཋྀ

You sighed, heart full, phone pressed to your chest again.

You didn’t even need to say I miss you already.

He knew.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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