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stillalivebydemand893 · 3 days ago

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Birthday boy

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A little lap dance never hurt nobody right?

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ASSHOLE!"

You pounced on Erik’s bed, grinning while he groaned into his pillow like a dying Victorian child.

"NO-LET ME SLEEP FOR FUCK’S SAKE," he growled, voice muffled in cotton and rage.

You flopped dramatically beside him, elbow in his ribs.

"Come onnn, get up! Time to celebrate the decay of your youth. It’s showing, babe. Wrinkles and everything."

He cracked one bleary eye open, looking like a demon freshly summoned.

"Weren’t you supposed to be at work today? Why are you here, ruining my life?"

You grinned. "Told my boss my best friend’s got dementia and I had to drag his ass back to the asylum. They bought it. Idiots."

You and Erik,ride or die since high school detention. He got busted for smoking behind the bleachers. You were there for yanking a sixth grader across the cafeteria by his collar. No regrets. Since then, it’s been you two against the world,chaos dorks with a sexual tension problem.

He chucked a pillow at your face. "Fuck off. Let me die in peace."

"Erik Campbell.Get. Out. Of. Bed."

"Make me."

Challenge accepted.

You straddled him, which clearly short-circuited his sleepy brain. His eyes snapped open.

"Peach, you’re giving me a boner. Seriously." He groaned, covering his face.

"Aww, poor baby." You trailed a finger down his chest like you definitely weren’t thinking about how stupidly hot he looked. Or how his hard-on was currently pressing into your ass like it had a vendetta. You tugged at his nipple ring just to be a menace.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST" he howled, yeeting you off him like a sack of sins.

"PEACH, I SWEAR TO GOD-"

You bolted for the door but he was faster,of course he was faster. He caught you mid-air like and hauled you back. You squealed , laughing.

"See? Now you’re awake!"

"Awake and homicidal," he snapped, but he wasn’t letting go. "I have one day off. ONE. I worked until 4AM. And you-" he tossed you on the bed again, now looming over you like the devil himself, "decide today is brat day? You’re gonna pay for that."

Your heart? Absolutely losing its damn mind. Sure, you’d kissed before. Once. Okay, twice. But that always ended in awkward silence and avoiding eye contact for a week. Since then,just glances. Touches. Maybe too many cuddles. Maybe a few too many neck kisses that weren’t quite pg13. A situationship in denial, with zero sex but way too much tension.

"Okay okay,but your mom made pancakes and I’m starving-" you whined, arms now traitorously wrapped around his neck.

"Nah, I’m craving something else for breakfast," he murmured, voice low enough to fry your spine. "It’s my birthday after all."

He bit your earlobe, then started sucking on your neck like he was trying to ruin your life on purpose. Your skin caught fire.

His eyes shifted,darker, hungry. They landed on your lips like a man looking at dessert and deciding to skip dinner.

"You can’t just use your birthday as an excuse for-"

You gasped when he pressed harder against you. Words? Gone. Brain? Gone. Dignity? Also gone.

"Oh, I absolutely can," he chuckled. "And you’re gonna let me."

He leaned in,lips hovering so close you could practically taste him-

"KIKI! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE! AUNT VIVIAN CAME TO VISIT!"

Julia’s voice screeched from downstairs like a curse from the underworld. Aunt Vivian: certified bone killer.

Erik sighed like his soul had been ripped out. He stood up, defeated, but not before placing one very deliberate kiss on your collarbone.

"Come on, Peach. Let’s get you some pancakes before I decide dessert’s back on the menu."

You couldn’t even speak. Just lay there, blinking, wondering if anyone’s ever died from being too turned on at 9AM.

Spoiler: probably. And if not,you might be the first.

"What are you guys up to today?"

Julia asked, barely looking up from her phone as she murdered a pancake with her .

"Nothing. I just want to sit in bed and slowly decay," Erik mumbled, slumped over his plate.

You didn’t even hesitate,you slapped him in the face with a pancake.

"We’re going to a concert, actually, fucker," you smirked, proud and dangerous.

"PEACH, LANGUAGE!"

Mrs. Campbell turned around, mom reflexes activated, and gave you a light, disciplinary slap to the back of the head.

"Sorry, Mrs. Campbell. But your son is a menace. He’s aging like a grumpy, dying dog." You sighed dramatically and shoved half a pancake into your mouth .

"He’s been like that his whole life, sweetie," she said, totally unfazed. "They pulled him out of me and the doctors said he hissed at them."

You and Julia lost it. Laughter exploded like a grenade across the table.

"That’s because they dared disturb my slumber," Erik deadpanned, giving you a withering glare.

You flipped him off.

He flipped you off right back, but with the enthusiasm of a sleep-deprived vampire.

"And what concert are you dragging me to this time? I swear, if it’s one of your girly-pop glitter fairy shit-"

"LANGUAGE, JESUS CHRIST!" Mrs. Campbell hollered again before vanishing into the garden to drink her coffee and reconsider motherhood.

"First of all, it was one girly-pop concert. And second,you had fun. I saw you busting moves."

"No, I didn’t," he grumbled, chewing aggressively on a mouthful of strawberries like they insulted his family.

You leaned in, smug. "We’re going to Bad Omens. Got the tickets last night."

That finally got his attention.

"...Fine," he grumbled, defeated-

But then his expression twisted. "Wait,what the fuck am I sitting on-?"

He jumped up, chair tipping, looking personally violated.

"OH MY GOD, PACO! I THOUGHT I LOST YOU!"

Bobby flew into the room like a panicked tornado, scooping up his turtle like it was his child after a custody battle.

"That little shit was poking me in the ass!" Erik looked done. Like, call the morgue done.

You didn’t miss a beat.

"Butt-fucked by a turtle... isn’t that in your porn history?"

Erik choked on his coffee. Hard. Julia was crying from laughter.

"I swear to God, I will strangle you in your sleep," he wheezed.

"Good luck today, Peach," Julia sighed. "This one’s a menace."

She made her exit, leaving you and Erik at the table,him still twitching, you still grinning like a criminal who got away with murder.

Later that night. The crowd buzzed with excitement. Everyone was hot. Sweaty. Loud. Just like your brain when Erik grabbed your hand to drag you toward the pit.

“Let’s get close,” he shouted over the noise.

You nodded, trying not to combust. His grip was strong, possessive. He didn’t let go until you were dead center, inches from the barricade. You felt his chest press to your back so you wouldn’t get crushed by the crowd, and your brain short-circuited.

The lights dimmed. Screams erupted. The band walked out.

Music hit like a thunderclap, and you were gone. Screaming, jumping, living your absolute best unholy life. Erik was right there with you, hand in yours during every beat drop, yelling lyrics in your ear, and maybe,just maybe,his hand slid down to your waist and stayed there.

You pretended not to notice.

He pretended not to care.

The tension pretended it wasn’t about to tear the sky in half.

You were drenched in sweat, voice gone, grinning like an idiot. You stumbled out into the night air, breathing like you’d just survived a spiritual awakening.

“That. Was. UNHOLY.” you gasped.

“I need a shower and five years of therapy,” Erik said, still buzzed on adrenaline.

“You loved it,” you nudged him.

“I tolerated it.”

"You screamed every lyric."

"I blacked out. That wasn't me."

You and Erik stood near the back alley for some air. You leaned against the brick wall, head tilted up to the night sky. He stood beside you, hands in his pockets.

“That was… kinda cool,” you whispered.

He looked at you. Really looked. The kind of look that stripped your soul and poked around your deepest secrets.

“Yeah,” he said, quieter now. “It was.”

The silence grew thick. Heavy.

Your heart stuttered when he reached out, tucking a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear like a walking cliché.

“Peach,” he murmured.

You turned your head just slightly,and there he was. Inches away. Lips parted. Breath unsteady. One second of courage away from changing everything.

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he said, voice rough, raw.

You didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just whispered, “Took you long enough.”

And then he kissed you like the world was ending, like he’d been holding back for years and finally let it all out in one feral, messy, perfect moment. Your back hit the wall. His hands hit your waist. Your brain hit the fuck it button and exploded.

You were still catching your breath, clinging to Erik like he was the only thing holding you up against the brick wall,because, let’s be honest, he was. His mouth was still on yours, hands on your hips, eyes dark with hunger.

Then-

BZZZZZZZ. BZZZZZZZ.

Your phone buzzed violently in your back pocket. You groaned into his lips and pulled back, forehead resting against his.

“…If that’s God calling to stop us again, I’m gonna throw hands,” Erik muttered.

You fished out your phone and stared at the screen.

“Ugh. It’s the Uber. It’s here.”

He sighed like he’d just been told his favorite band broke up. “Are you serious? I just got to the good part.”

You shoved your phone in his chest. “Welcome to the cinematic tragedy of our love life.”

He smirked. “We don’t have a love life.”

“Yet.”

You winked, turned, and strutted off like you didn’t just get devoured by your best friend behind a dumpster.

Back at the Campbells' house:

You walked through the door and the lights flipped on. People yelled. Confetti exploded. Someone blew a party horn with alarming aggression.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ERIK!!”

Erik blinked like he’d walked into the wrong dimension. You were already cackling as he stood there stunned, glitter in his hair, absolute betrayal in his eyes.

"You traitor," he whispered to you.

You grinned. "Surprise, fucker."

His mom came over with a giant cake that said "Another Year Closer to Death <3" in pink frosting. It was decorated with mini skulls and what looked like... knives?

"She gets me," Erik said, actually smiling.

The party was wild. Julia DJed. Bobby tried to do a keg stand with juice boxes. Paco the turtle was not allowed out of his tank this time. There were questionable dance battles, blackmail-worthy pictures, and you may or may not have licked frosting off Erik’s cheek in front of ten people.

You caught him looking at you like he wanted to start the party all over again,just for the two of you.

After everyone left the house was quiet. Lights dimmed. You showered first,needed to scrub off the sweat, beer, and accidental body glitter some cousin of Erik's threw on you.

You walked into his room, towel-drying your hair, wearing one of his oversized black t-shirts and a pair of shorts. Comfy. Dangerous.

And there he was,sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, hair still damp, legs spread in a way that should be illegal.

You raised an eyebrow.

“What,” you said, smirking. “Waiting for your birthday lap dance now?”

He didn’t even blink.

“Depends. You offering?”

You paused. Just for a second.

Then you gave him that look,the one that had gotten you both in trouble at least four times already today.

“Depends,” you teased, walking toward him slow, every step heavy with tension. “You ready for your heart rate to spike again, grandpa?”

He grabbed your wrist and tugged you down into his lap with a force that said he was very much ready.

“Make me feel young again, Peach.”

You grinned.

“Careful what you wish for.”

And this time-

No mom.

No turtle.

No Uber.

No distractions.

Just you. Him.

You slid onto his lap, slow, teasing, like you knew exactly what you were doing,because you did.

Erik’s hands were already there, gripping your waist tight like his palms had memorized the shape of you in every fantasy he’d ever had.

He pulled you in closer, tighter, like he wanted to fuse you to him.

Your fingers found the back of his neck, your touch light but lethal.

“You’re going to ruin me, Peach,” he whispered, voice wrecked already.

You leaned in, lips brushing his jaw.

“That was the plan all along,” you whispered, and kissed his cheek so sweet it made his whole body shudder.

Then,your lips met his.

And it exploded.

Hot. Wet. Desperate.

Like you’d both been holding back for years and now? Fuck it.

You moaned into his mouth,just a little,and it shattered him.

“Fuck, Peach,” he groaned, breath ragged as he trailed kisses down your neck. But not soft ones. No,bites.

Messy, claiming bites that made you gasp and cling to him harder.

He sucked a mark into your skin like a madman. “You’re driving me insane.”

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, chest heaving.

“You sure about this?”

You grabbed his face with both hands, staring straight into those wild, storm-colored eyes.

“I’ve been craving this since the first time you kissed me, dumbass.”

That was all it took.

He growled, and flipped you onto your back like you weighed nothing, like the mattress had offended him.

“You’re such a brat sometimes,” he muttered, kissing down your throat, lips landing on your collarbone with reverence and danger all at once.

Then softer. “My brat.”

His hand slid under your shirt, palming your stomach, then higher,so slow it was torture.

You arched into him. “You talk a lot for someone who’s not inside me yet.”

He choked on a laugh. “You’re going to be so annoying when I make you cum.”

“Then shut me up,” you dared, voice low, lips parted, skin begging.

“Oh, I plan to.”

He yanked off your shirt kissing your bare skin like he wanted to memorize it. He dragged his mouth down to your chest, sucking marks into the soft skin like he was branding you.

Your fingers tangled in his hair.

“Don’t tease-”

“Not teasing,” he said, sliding your shorts down with one hand, “just appreciating.”

Then he was there, fingers slipping through your wetness like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Jesus, Peach,” he whispered, voice cracked. “You’re so fucking wet. For me?That ‘s what I call a birthday gift”

“Always for you,” you gasped, legs already shaking as he rubbed slow, perfect circles around your clit. "Fuck,you always knew what you were doing to me, didn't you?"

He smirked against your skin. “Maybe. Maybe I just liked watching you squirm.”

You grabbed his jaw, pulled him up, and bit his bottom lip. “Your turn.”

He didn’t even answer,just lined himself up and pushed in, inch by inch, like he had all the time in the world to destroy you.

Your back arched. Your moan was filthy.

“Oh my god-”

He stilled inside you, jaw clenched.

“Feel that?” he whispered. “That’s mine now.”

Then he moved.

Slow at first. Deep. Deliberate.

Every stroke like a promise, every snap of his hips a confession.

You met him thrust for thrust, moaning, laughing, gasping,your hand slapping the headboard at one point like it was personally responsible.

“I’m gonna make you scream, Peach.”

“Already did,” you gasped. “Want a replay?”

He smirked. Then pulled out, flipped you over, and pulled you up onto your knees, gripping your hips like handlebars.

“Oh, you’re gonna replay it. Loud as hell.”

And when he slammed into you again, skin on skin, every sound between you echoing through the room,you did.

And then some.

You collapsed face-first into the mattress, hair a disaster, body twitching like you’d just been exorcised. Erik dropped next to you, panting like he’d just escaped prison, one arm lazily thrown across your ass like he was claiming it.

No one spoke.

Mostly because your souls had left your bodies.

Finally, you groaned into the sheets. “...I think I saw my past lives.”

Erik let out a raspy laugh. “One of them definitely owed me money. I think I just fucked the debt out of him.”

You wheezed. Your legs were jelly. Your spine was dust. Your thighs were screaming at you in six different languages.

“Jesus Christ, Erik. What the hell was that? You’ve been holding out on me.”

“I blacked out halfway through,” he muttered. “I woke up mid-thrust like, ‘am I... ascending?’”

You lifted your head an inch. “You bit my shoulder.”

He rolled to look at you. “You told me to shut you up.”

“Not with your teeth, maniac.”

He smirked. “Could’ve fooled me. You were moaning like I was giving you eternal salvation.”

You reached over, smacked his chest. “You were jackhammering my soul into the stratosphere. Of course I was moaning.”

He caught your wrist and kissed it, then kissed your knuckles, and licked your palm.

“Stop it!” you squealed, yanking your hand back. “You’re still in horny mode, I can see it in your eyes.”

He grinned like the devil himself. “Nah. That was round one. This is just cooldown.”

“I need water. And possibly medical attention.”

“You need to ride me again in ten minutes.”

You stared at him. “You’re unwell. You need Jesus and a therapist. And maybe a cold shower.”

He rolled onto his side, chest to your back, pressing a kiss to your shoulder,right where the bite mark was.

“You need to admit you liked that.”

You glared over your shoulder. “I’ll admit it if my legs start working again before sunrise.”

His hand slid down your thigh, slowly.

“Test it,” he whispered.

Your whole body shivered.

You turned to face him, half-laughing, half-horny. “You’re trying to kill me.”

“Peach,” he said, dragging a finger across your hip, “if I wanted to kill you, I’d be nice about it. I’d cuddle you to death. This is just... birthday cardio.”

You snorted. “Do I at least get cake after this?"

He grinned. “You’ll get creamed, if that counts.”

You smacked him with a pillow.

He kissed the top of your head. Soft. Familiar. Dangerous.

Silence settled in for a moment,comfortable, intimate. Too intimate.

That’s when it hit.

Oh no.

You were cuddling.

Post-sex cuddling.

With your best friend.

Who just rearranged your insides.

And called you “my brat” like it was a love language.

Your heart did something stupid.

You glanced up at him. He was already staring at you. Not smirking. Not joking. Just… looking. Quiet. Intense.

You blinked. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said, but his voice was too soft, too real.

That silence returned,and this time, it was screaming.

You panicked. Naturally.

“So…” you said, shifting on top of him, trying to diffuse the tension. “Think I’ve got another lap dance in me?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You trying to break me?”

“I’m trying to make sure we don’t accidentally fall in love and start naming our future children, actually.”

He stared at you for a second, lips twitching,then laughed. Hard.

“God, you’re such a disaster,” he said, flipping you over effortlessly. “You think a little post-sex existential crisis is gonna scare me?”

“I don’t know, do feelings give you hives?” you teased, even as your legs wrapped around him again.

“Only when I’m sober,” he muttered, kissing your neck again. “Good thing I’m high as fuck on you.”

You groaned. “That was awful. Say it again.”

He laughed against your skin, voice rough with desire. “Say please.”

“Please,” you whispered, grinding up into him again. “Ruin me, birthday boy.”

And just like that round two began.

Just outside the door, Julia walked past,then paused.

She stared at the closed door, heard the suspicious creaking of a bed frame, and Erik whispering something about “just get back on top for a sec.”

She turned around and walked away like she’d seen something unholy.

“Nope.”

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mustyrosewater · 2 days ago

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𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖐 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖝 𝖆𝖋𝖆𝖇!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

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𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘: meeting your long distance boyfriend over a ranked match of mortal kombat wasn't the typical meet cute you'd always dreamed of, but it seemed to work out perfectly.

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: descriptions of mortal kombat gore, phone sex, long distance relationships, SMUT, no protection (please use protection.), the angst that comes with having a partner over three hours away. probably spelling errors. no descriptions of the reader other than she has her nipples pierced.

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: as soon as i saw that erik plays mortal kombat on my first watch, i immediately fan girled as somebody who's been a hardcore mortal kombat fan since i was like ten, this is the result of a hyperfixation and somehow smashing out 11k words in two nights, enjoy!!

“FINISH HIM.”

“Oh, fuck you man.”

The angered words of your opponent rung through your headset, finally deciding to turn on the voice chat feature as the deep-voiced announcer finally called out your win.

On the screen in front of you, you quickly mashed in the quick-timed combination to spur on Mileena’s fatality against the Scorpion that this stranger was playing as.

Watching with a satisfied grin, the 3D-modelled character stabbed the other in the head with her two sai, spinning his head a few times before ripping it off in a satisfying conclusion to the randomly matched online battle.

Whoever it was on the other end of the match, they seemed unsatisfied to take the loss elegantly, letting out a small string of muttered curses.

“Uh uh, no way, that was bullshit.”

You hadn’t yet turned on your own mic, and a majority of the time you wouldn’t bother to accept the requests of rematches, but your curiosity was peaked as this person seemed so intent on trying to beat you again.

ErikTheInkman.

Boring username, you thought, but based on the stats displayed under his username, he played frequently, just as you did.

It couldn’t hurt to play a few more rounds and get a few more wins under your belt to potentially rank up, and he did seem pretty intent on trying to beat you.

Finally clicking the X on your controller to accept the rematch, you reselected Mileena in the character menu, just as you always did.

Of course, you dabbled in other characters, but she had always been your favorite, the one you sunk the most hours into learning to perfection, her move sets and combos ingrained deeply in your head.

The newest Mortal Kombat was barely over a year old. Still, in that time you’d managed to rank up a hefty amount, sinking hours into your gameplay to unlock the cosmetics and even delving into buying some of the DLC they’d released.

You watched your opponent reselect Scorpion, seemingly also preferring to stick to a certain character as was the norm for most of the other people you played online with.

Selecting a randomly generated match was something you did slightly less often, usually choosing to play with friends, but with the trouble of most of your friends living in different time zones and none of them being awake for the time being, you bit the dust and went into a randomly selected match.

The characters spoke their little introductory quips to one another, something you always enjoyed watching before a match to get into the headspace you wanted, before it began.

As the announcer called out the beginning of the match with a deep-seated “Fight!” erik the inkman, or whatever I’m his username was, sprung into action immediately.

His technique was a bit sloppy at times, but nowhere near terrible, you still had to concentrate to hold your own against him, but as the match progressed you could see him getting pissed off from the way he played.

Winning the first round with relative ease, you heard him key his mic back on as the second round started.

“Are you fucking serious!”

It was nowhere near the first time you’d experienced the wrath of a man’s emotions when you played online matches, keeping your profile name fairly androgynous leading to a slight decline, but it was also the reason you usually chose to keep your mic off.

Continuing on to the second round, you noted him continuing to talk while the two of you played, something that you could not stand, finding it to be extremely distracting while you tried to concentrate.

“Why are none of my combo’s working, My fucking controller is broken i swear to god.”

You didn’t care for anything he was saying, hardly even taking it in as you carefully and hastily let your muscle memory guide you as you played.

Hitting an attack at a particularly well timed moment, you almost jumped in your seat in excitement as it triggered one of the particularly gore filled X-ray sequences, watching the 3D rendered Scorpion to be pummeled by your Mileena.

“Oh, Fuck off!”

With only a limited amount of health left in both of your characters, you could almost hear him mashing the buttons through his mic, finally feeling yourself reach your wits end as you felt your concentration slipping, tapping the button in your head seat to unmute your mic.

“Shut the fuck up!”

Your voice seemed to quite him initially, leaving you with just enough time to hit a fatal blow onto his Scorpion, not even bothering to trigger a fatality when the announcers booming voice spoke out, letting his character simply fall to the ground as the timer finished.

Letting out a deep sigh, you adjusted your cross legged position on your gaming chair, realising that your sigh had been audible from the mic you’d forgotten to put back on mute.

“Just, jesus dude. Calm down, it’s not that serious.”

You left it at that, not waiting for a response as you exited the match and finding yourself back on the main menu of the game, deciding this was a good time to take a break as any, feeling almost as if you’re blood pressure had risen just from that interaction.

Holding up your phone, you leaned back in your chair and tried to check to see if any of your friends had messaged on discord, finding no new notifications present on the menu screen.

Only able to let out another sigh, you chose instead to scroll through instagram, looking over whatever came up in your screen, family and friends posts flying across the page as you flicked through them mindlessly.

The sound of a notification through your headset turned your attention away from your phone, seeing a notification popping up on the corner of the screen.

‘ErikTheInkMan has sent you a friend request.’

Furrowing your brows, you stared at the notification momentarily, confusion playing across your features and you leaned forward and clicked onto his profile.

A stereotypical profile picture of some crudely drawn skull was showing next to his username, along with his rank and stats.

Before you could look at anything else on his profile, a message popped up following the friend request.

“GG.”

As you took a moment to scoff at the attitude of the guy who’d just sworn and basically had a tantrum, another message followed.

“Sorry.”

Look, even if it was only one word, there was at least some part of you that appreciated the apology, almost taking pity for the guy who probably just got a little bit too heavily invested in his gaming like a lot of people did.

Maybe that’s why you accepted his friend request.

The acception of his friend request was the last thing you’d done before one of your friends finally messaged you to let you know they were getting on the game, starting the process of queuing up with them, forgetting all about the angry stranger for the rest of the night.

Relative nothingness seemed to follow for the rest of that night, no more messages from him or any other attempt of a rematch.

Not until the next day at least, when you’d gotten home from work and decided to blow off some steam by jumping in again, knowing how unlikely it was that any of your friends would actually be online, but you still wanted something to do.

So when roughly fifteen minutes after you logged on, you got a message from ErikTheInkMan, asking if you wanted to play a couple more rounds, you accepted.

You don’t explicitly say yes, didn’t even respond to the message itself, simply sent him an invite that he responded to just as promptly, throwing the pair of you in a lobby to select your characters.

Neither of you spoke at first, but as you scrolled across to select Mileena once more, you gambled a risk by unmuting yourself and speaking.

“Just don’t yell like a man child this time.”

When you said that, you immediately heard laughter ring through your headset, embarrassed laughter of somebody who’d made a fool out of themselves and knew it whole heartedly.

“I really am sorry about that.” his voice began, having a softness to it you hadn’t had the chance to hear yet.

“Most of the time people either don’t respond or they’re yelling back at me, kinda got a bit desensitised i guess?”

Letting out a small “Mhm.” you continued going forward with the match, the pair of you locking in your characters and continuing forward.

You couldn’t have known you both would have continued on for hours playing, eventually delving into a conversation of light playful jabs, making each other laugh as your matches grew more casual, rolling with the even mix of wins and losses on both sides.

“I’m gonna get you this time, watch out.”

He spoke with an audible smile, actively in the middle of knocking off a large amount of your health bar through a series of combo’s

“Oh sure, you can try, but you’re hopeless.”

You’re response only let out a low laugh on his part.

“Oh you’re in for it now.”

The time spent in countless matches seemed to offset your initial meeting all together, now finding yourself getting nothing but sheer enjoyment out of the banter the pair of you shared.

So much so that by the time you’d actually spared a glance at your clock for the first time tonight, you’d let out a small “Oh shit.” with a laugh.

“What is it?” he enquired, that same audible smile present in his tone.

“I should have gone to bed like, two hours ago.”

As you both laughed at your realisation, you listened as he seemed to check his own time.

“Shit, same here. I have to open tomorrow, we fucked up.”

Your mind wandered for a moment thinking what he might do, a question that might have to be left for next time you spoke, if there even was a next time at the very least.

“Alright, well, i’m gonna head off then.” you kept your tone kind, not immediately offering to play again with him, just keeping it open enough without shutting it down completely.

“Wait, do you have discord?”

His immediate enquiry made you feel the slightest bit shy, a smile coming to your face as you laughed softly.

“Yeah, i’ll message you my tag.”

Going into the messages feature of the game, you double checked it on your other monitor, already having had it open from the beginning of the night, and typed out your tag for him to look you up.

“There you go, okay, i really have to get to bed now though.” you laughed through your words, finishing up your conversation with a mutual good night and exited the game, turning off your pc and getting ready for bed.

Neglecting to check your phone until the next morning, you’d seen the notification from discord, the banner reading that a friend request had been sent your way, the time reading to only a few minutes after you’d fallen asleep the night before.

Still named as ‘eriktheinkman’ on discord, his profile picture was still of a macabre nature, some sort of sketched picture of a snake across a dagger, potentially drawn by him? you weren’t entirely sure.

Taking the plunge and sending the first message wasn’t something you’d usually do, but it was all you could think about as you could ready for work, taking only a few seconds to type out a quick “good morning :)” before promptly putting the phone face down on your kitchen counter.

By the time you’d gotten a response, you were already at work, maybe he was a few hours behind you? you hadn’t asked specifically where he was from but he clearly had an american accent, what if he was canadian? maybe you hadn’t picked it the accent correctly.

You’d sat down at your lunch break roughly an hour after initially seeing the notification, finally opening it up to see what he’d sent in response.

“morning. how’d you sleep?”

It was a standard response obviously, mundane yet still left you with butterfly’s in your stomach, something so simple.

“not bad, still managed to wake up to my alarms lol.”

You hadn’t expected such a prompt response, seeing his profile become active within less than thirty seconds before you could see him start typing.

“wish i was in the same boat. was late to work, client was already waiting.”

Smiling to your screen, you tried to guess what he might do for a living, imagining a plethora of different things in your head as you watched him start typing again before you could even respond.

“we should play again tonight if you’re not busy.”

his lack of any smiley faces seemed fitting to the person you’d already gotten to know, being an avid user of emoji’s and hearts amount other things yourself, it was odd to see, but already didn’t seem out of character for him.

“i don’t think i am, i finish work at 6:30, it’s like 3 now for me.”

Now with the understanding he’d woken up late specifically, you wondered if your guess about him being a few hours behind you was still correct, your mind brimming with the possibilities of where he was from.

“oh okay, that works, it’s around 2 for me now, i should be finishing up at 6 as long as my boss doesn’t pull any shit.”

There was your answer, only roughly an hour behind you.

The thought made you giddy for some reason, maybe just excitement at the idea of meeting a potential friend that actually lived in the same continent as you, much less potentially only being a few states away.

“sounds perfect :)”

Just as quickly as it started, your lunch break was over, sentencing you back to your job which awaited you with open arms, unable to keep your thoughts away from erik the ink man, as you’d come to start calling him in your head.

The night when you came home and jumped back onto Mortal Kombat within only minutes of walking through the door, a night of even more laughter and playful insults that you knew now were done innocently, seemed to have kickstarted a long distance friendship between you and erik, coming to know each other by name.

As the months drew onward, it got to the point you were talking to erik almost every day, messaging him on your lunch break to complain about annoying customers, he’d do the same when he had the free time during his shifts, joking about the people that would come in asking him for infinity symbols, or sleeves consisting of lions, roses and clocks.

His dry humour was the best part of your day, the way he’d poke fun at you and send sarcastic comments your way that only made you laugh and playfully insult him back.

Even when you were just cooking dinner, you’d end up calling him over discord and filling him in about your day while he either closed up the shop for the night or while he laid down on his couch absentmindedly playing something else.

It was a sense of peace to the end of your days, being able to chat with somebody you grew to consider a close friend, as well as having a gaming buddy that actually lived reasonably on par with your time zone.

When he’d first mentioned off handedly that he finished off a tattoo that’d been a few sessions in the making that day, instead of sending it to you over discord like he usually did, he told you to just look him up on instagram, stating that it was easier.

You weren’t even entirely sure what you were expecting your friend to look like, never having conjured up some image of him in your head previously, so going from a blank slate to the tatted up, dark haired and blue eyed guy in the photo, happily tattooing away, well it was a bit of an unexpected jump.

“I guess it’s only fair you actually see what i look like now.” you’d mused to him, following the instagram that he’d sent to you, waiting for him to notice the notification.

It’d only taken about a minute and a half till you received a follow back.

“You’re such a fucking nerd.” erik mused, only stirring a laugh from deep within you, no doubt seeing the pictures of your gaming set up and the pictures from within the comic book store you worked at, goofy faces made with your coworkers.

“Shut up.” was all you’d been able to respond with, now having such a different type of feeling now that you actually knew what the person behind the voice looked like.

Of course you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive, not that you’d ever admit that out loud.

Every little sarcastic jab you threw at each other that felt like it carried even the slightest bit of flirting was now making you want to blush and hide your face like an idiot, always thankful that erik couldn’t actually see you.

“I’m coming for you now.”

Going from Mortal Kombat to a series of different games was now something you did quite often with erik, finding that you actually shared quite a few in common, finding that Dead by Daylight was a semi common one that you’d both suggest on the days where you gamed together.

“If you hook me i’ll moan.” you jokingly threatened, your mouth curling into a grin as you controlled your character, weaving over pallets and rounding corners as the killer erik was playing as found itself hot on your trail.

“Now i absolutely wanna hook you.” he responded, his killer gaining on your survivor at an alarming rate that had you letting out a little squeal.

“Oh get off my ass!” you laughed, there were still two other survivors he could be gunning for, but it made too much sense that he was targeting you specifically.

“Hmm, no. I was that ass specifically.”

His response only had you rolling your eyes, letting out a groan of annoyance when he downed you, his character picking yours up and walking towards one of the hooks that was close by.

“No come onnn, let me cut a deal with you please.” you put on a mockingly begging tone, trying to button mash to get out of his killers hold.

“You can’t whore your way out of this one.” he laughed through his words, hooking your character with no hesitation, the scream cutting through your headset as you put your controller down with a huff, only able to watch helplessly as the entitiy’s claws murdered your character.

“That was rigged, i refuse to accept that.”

“Now who’s having a tantrum?”

He was laughing just as much as you were as you watched the rest of the game play out, letting out a satisfied cheer when the last survivor escaped through the hatch, unable to be caught and murdered by erik’s killer.

“Yes! fuck you! that’s what you get!”

What had started as playful, slightly flirty insults initially, seemed to delve a bit deeper as time went on, going from unserious to being rooted in something unspoken between the pair of you.

Now at the level of sending stupid little selfies to each other throughout the day, it’d been you who’d seemed to pull the first official check mate of whatever it was going on between you two.

You’d been getting out of the shower when your phone first vibrated, holding the towel wrapped around your body with one hand as you opened up discord to see him making a stupid face, obviously laying in bed judging by the messy hair and pillow behind his head.

Obviously you could have waited until you got dressed to send something back, gotten into your pajamas and sent a similar selfie back from the comfort of your own bed.

But you didn’t.

Not even 100% certain of what you were doing, the sudden burst of confidence (potentially mixed with how goddamn pretty he looked in the initial selfie he sent you) seeming to prompt you to take a photo of yourself using the mirror, smiling softly as your wet hair and towel around your body was shown just enough to convey you’d only just stepped out of the shower

At first, it’d taken him a little bit to respond, your anxiety was already telling you that you’d pushed it a bit too far, that this was the part where he ignored the picture or let you down easily, after five minutes of freaking out, you felt your phone vibrate again, opening the message hastily.

“not even gonna lie, kind of wish you sent me that while you were still in the shower but i’ll take it.”

He was still being playful, but it seemed like you were both in the same page, a mutual agreement now that there was definitely more to the flirting and the comments than just gaming buddies being silly.

Initially you stared at his message, biting your lip and now feeling completely unsure what to do from here, the sudden burst of confidence now entirely overshadowed by anxiety.

Before you could think to type anything or send another image, you watched an image begin to load up from erik, almost dropping your phone when you looked at it.

He’d obviously decided to take another selfie, his faded t shirt and boxers clearly in frame now, only seeing his mouth in the photo pulled into a slight smirk.

The clear image of his boxers also very clearly showed him half hard, the tartan pattern seeming to show every little detail through the thin material.

This was it, permission sent clear as day on his end, whatever it was that was about to happen between the two of you, he was giving you the green flag.

Overthinking the image more than you probably needed to, taking a moment to toy with the angles, you eventually settled on an image of yourself with the towel now falling a little bit more, your face slightly more in view than it was previously, sticking you tongue out in a mischievous way.

As opposed to previously, erik’s response after you sent the image came in much quicker this time, already seeming to make his frustration known.

“you’re making it really hard to be miles away right now.”

That was soon followed by a picture that was fairly similar than before, only difference being that why had initially been a half hard tent in his boxers was now standing far more, his hand resting on his stomach.

You could have done nothing but send photos back and fourth to each other all night, make it a painfully slow process, but there was definitely a build up that needed to be addressed, the comments you’d been throwing at each other for weeks now were starting to boil over, there wasn’t any room left to wait.

When you called him, he answered within a single ring, already hearing how deeply he was breathing.

“You’re trouble.” were the first words out of his mouth, breathless and hurried.

“Let me see you.”

Calling him seemed to have opened the floodgates, any and all but if coyness and subtlety now thrown out the window and discarded by the both of you.

When you pulled your phone away and turned on your camera, the image of him soon followed, you’re smiling face being all the was in frame, biting your lip.

“Hi.” you whispered, unsure why, considering you lived alone, but he didn’t seem to mind, only smiling back at you as he slowly sat up in bed.

“If you don’t show me what’s under that towel, i’m gonna fucking burst.”

His words felt like fire over your skin, it felt the slightest bit odd, about to show yourself to someone you’d never even met in the flesh, yet all with the comfort of how well you’d come to know him.

Biting your lip to try and hide your smile, you held up your phone to show more of your body, now holding the towel across your chest, otherwise letting it hang loosely, hiding the parts of yourself that you knew he wanted to see.

Even through the phone, you could hear his breathing get deeper and rougher, see the way his brows furrowed a bit as his eyes raked over your body with a laser focus.

“Shit.” he whispered, seeming to sport a bit more confidence than you currently were, pulling his phone away from his face to show how he was currently palming himself through his boxers, no hesitation present on his features at all as his mouth fell open.

“I-I’ve never done this before.” you spoke, breaking the silence but showing no intentions of stopping your teasing, just finding yourself slightly unsure of what exactly you should be doing right now, overthinking what exactly it might be that he wanted you to do.

“Yeah? Me neither.” his words were a delicious mix of a huskiness and a grunt that had you already pressing your legs together “it’s okay, it’s okay.. just.. i’ll tell you what to do.. if you don’t wanna go any further, just say the word. okay?”

God he was so sweet, so considerate, it only made you want to do this even more, wanted to see him touching himself to the sight of you, knowing how badly he wanted you.

Nodding, you tilted your head and smiled, the innocent look on your face already having an evident effect on erik as he watched you through his phone, squeezing his cock through the fabric of his boxers as he moved his hand to slip under the waist band and start to play with himself lazily.

“Need to see those tits, please baby.”

The way he asked, begged to see you had you already starting to feel weak, like your stomach was doing cartwheels, barely even leaving you enough brain power to concentrate on letting the towel drop away from your breasts, using your now free’d hand to squeeze them for him, running your fingers so softly along the underside, running across your flesh in a way that seemed to spur an audible groan from him, especially when he saw the barbells that sat through your nipples, watching as his eyes locked into them immediately.

“Jesus, when were you gonna tell me about those..”

For a moment you were too sheepish to even speak, running your thumb over the peaks and letting out soft pants through your open mouth.

“Not really an easy thing to just mention out of nowhere.” you laughed softly, watching as he shook his head softly, seemingly sharing your sentiment of being lost for words.

“Fuck, you have no clue how much i’ve thought about you like this.”

Biting back a shy smile, you shut your eyes and let your mouth fall open as you run your hand along the soft flesh of your tits. Knowing that you were producing that much of a reaction from Erik purely from him seeing these parts of you, it would have been a lie if you’d said the feeling wasn’t a little bit addictive.

“Pinch em’ a little, please baby, just like that.”

His words caused your eyes to open back up, seeing that his face was now contorting into a mural of different expressions, the struggle to keep his eyes open visible on his face as he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.

As much as you were shy, the idea of doing these things in front of a camera making you feel weak, the adrenaline was out weighing it completely, the image on your phone screen of Erik pulling down his boxers with one hand, all to reveal..

“Oh my god, is that-“

The silver ball’s of the curved barbell sitting snugly inside the reddened tip of his cock caught the light of the camera and glinted softly in the dark room he was in.

Your words brought a croaked laugh out of his chest, turning the camera back to his face and smiling as you could see his shoulder moving while he pumped himself slowly and lazily.

“Guess I can't give you any shit for not mentioning hidden piercings now..”

All you could do was nod your head and let out a small “uh huh”, already feeling hypnotised by the sight of him running his thumb over his tip that was met by the silver ball of the barbell.

“Fuckin’ hurt like a bitch, worth it though.”

His chesty laugh sounded like liquid velvet to your ears, it made it seem like this wasn’t real at all, like you were just having a wet dream about someone you’d come to consider one of your best friends and that you were gonna wake up any second and you’d be back to nothing except flirty remarks and unspoken attraction.

Except this was definitely real, when he turned the camera back to his face, his mouth hanging open and his chest rising and falling deeply, you knew your own brain was incapable of conjuring up an image like that.

“Let me see those pretty tits again, don’t be selfish.”

You knew he wasn’t being genuine with his remark about you being selfish, it only made you smile more, bringing your phone back to an angle where both your face and torso could be seen, continuing to play with them for him, trying to hardest to put on a show, a private one that was purely for yours and his eyes.

“Erik..” you practically mewled his name out, your voice shaky and unstable, only seeming to get more of a reaction out him, his shoulder moving in a way that signalled he was starting to pump himself faster.

“Fucking- god, say my name again.”

When you repeated his name, letting it come out similar to a prayer to a god, breathing it out so that it sounded like some sort of arcane word that had unknown power over him.

You watched his eyes squeeze shut and his head fall back on his pillow, his mouth hanging open as he continued to let out a series of throaty groans that rose and fell in pitch at a rapid pace.

“Holy shit, holy shit.”

Knowing that something as simple as saying his name could have this much a reaction from him, the power you held, it just made your mind swim with the possibilities of what it would be like if he was here with you right now, or you with him.

You pictured laying down on his bed, making a mess of his grey coloured sheets as he took you from behind, how it would feel to have his strong hands gripping your hips as he pounded into your womb at an unforgiving place.

When your hand had made it’s way down to your clit, you couldn’t even remember, too wound up in chasing your own release to even try and keep track of how long you’d both been sitting here watching each other play with yourselves.

All you were aware of was how close you were, letting the thoughts of what you’d let him do to you drive the rest of the fantasy in your mind, the idea of him putting that pierced dick inside you and filling you up to the brim with his cum seeming to do the job perfectly, feeling the tightness in your stomach begin to wind itself together.

“Erik, Erik, i think i’m gonna cum.”

“Yes baby, please, fuck i wish i was there, i wanna cum inside you so much, oh my- fuck!”

His own noises were cut off my silence as you watched him seem to still for a moment, only to start moving again at a much slower place, his head rising up while he suddenly began to make noises again, coming out as high pitched cries he seemed to cum all over his belly from what you could see as the camera started to fall out of frame, rolling up to show half of his face and the wall behind him.

It hadn’t been long for you to follow, the sounds he made proving to be the perfect final little bit of a push you needed in order to be plunged into the cooling pool of an orgasm that had your toes curling and your thighs shaking.

Falling back from your position sitting on the edge of the bed, you felt your back hit the blankets and stared up at the ceiling as you started to come down from your high, suddenly becoming aware of the fact your heart beat was pounding in your own head, shutting your eyes and just letting the sound of your own panting be accompanied by the sounds of Erik’s own coming from your phone.

You must have sat there for at least another thirty seconds or so, cause eventually you heard Erik’s words coming out with soft laughter.

“You still alive?” he asked, only just now realising your phone had been abandoned next to you, no doubt now facing your ceiling.

“No.” you responded, only resulting in another laugh ringing out from him as you finally sat up, grabbing your phone and rolling onto your stomach, holding it back up so you could Erik again, who was now standing once more and seemingly cleaning his own release off his stomach with a tissue.

“Must’ve died and gone to heaven.”

You let your face fall forward onto the blanket as you laughed at his words, looking back up to see him looking at the camera once more and smiling softly, looking at you as if you were a piece of art.

At first there was nothing but silence as you watched him sit back down on his bed, running a hand over his face briefly, as if you were waiting for each other to speak first and address what just happened.

“What did we just do?” you asked, letting a sigh leave your lips and your brows furrowing as a confused smile crossed your features.

“Well, i hope i’m correct in assuming this..” he began “But i think we just did something that was a long time coming.”

Looking at you expectantly, you waited for a moment before nodding, embarrassment suddenly flooding through you as you realised how long you’d both let this play out because you were both just too stupid to communicate.

“Yeah, that checks out.” you laughed, standing up and letting the phone rest on your night stand as you pulled out your drawer and grabbed a pair of pajamas to get closed into it, pulling a pair of shorts on and stepping back into frame as you pulled a shirt over yourself.

“Careful, my dicks still really sensitive, don’t start her back up again.” he joked, making a pretend pained face as you smiled, his sense of humor seeming to have come back after the post orgasm clarity.

“Her?” you questioned with a smile, only for him to nod.

“Of course.” he responded as if it was obvious.

A long distance relationship wasn’t something you’d ever thought about in great detail, at least not before Erik; yet it was something that just seemed to work perfectly for the two of you, for the most part.

There wasn’t a whole lot of change in routine, other than your gaming sessions and late night phone calls finishing up with “I love you”s and occasionally more instances of the two of you getting off over video call.

It was quickly evident just how insatiable the both of you were, sending Erik photos with your shirt pulled up while he was at work knowing how much it was going to drive him crazy, just the same for him to send you videos late at night of him lazily jerking off when you didn’t have time to call him.

There’s only so much that can be done when you lived at least three or four states away, when the video calls weren’t enough anymore, you graduated up to remote control toys, a vibrator he could control using his phone, which he had used more than once to get the upper hand during a match.

“Oh, eat a dick!” you’d yelled with a laugh, practically bouncing in your gaming chair as your team got the upper hand, ready to secure yet another win against the team he’d been playing against.

Yeah well, it’s all fun and games until he decides to turn it all the way up out of nowhere, a soft shriek leaving your lips as you feel yourself flying forward, the hands holding your controller beginning to shake as a bruising amount of vibration descends upon your clit.

“That’s not fairrrr!” you’d whine, turning to look at the screen where you had your webcams set up, only seeing Erik grinning like a smug idiot as he puts his phone down and picks his controller back up.

That’s also great, amazing actually, but it gets to a point.

When that point is almost eight months into officially being a couple, finally being introduced to his siblings when they poke their heads into frame, waving to them and letting Erik introduce you officially as his girlfriend who just happens to live over a thousand miles away.

His sister followed you on instagram, already starting a steady routine of sending you funny reels and replying to your posts with hearts and smiley faces.

His brother seemed to love you, always being heard asking if he could say hi in the background when you were talking to Erik, each and every time making an effort to ask you how you were going, the biggest sweetheart you’d ever met in your life.

You hadn’t been there when Erik had told his parents about you, but you had gotten a text from him to let you know that his mother and father really wanted to meet you, or at least, talk to you over a video call.

No matter how much he reassured you that you had no reason to be nervous, that he’d already shown his parents pictures of you and gushed non stop to the point that they already were voicing how excited they were to finally talk to you, you were still pacing back and forth while you waited for Erik to call you.

Absolutely nothing in this world could have prepared you for how amazing his parents were, how kind they had been, the way they’d smiled so brightly when you started the call like they were more excited to see you than even Erik was.

When Erik’s father had patted him on the shoulder, gushing about how happy he was that his son had found such a nice girl and how proud he was.

You knew Erik liked to put on a tough guy front, but the way he smiled while his father praised him, the sight warmed your heart in such a way that you’d never felt before.

His mother was the sweetest woman you’d ever had the pleasure of speaking to, asking you so intently about yourself, it hadn’t taken long for you to just fall absolutely in love with the rest of Erik’s family just as much as you were head over heels in love with him.

Maybe that was why the distance had finally started to get to you, the desperation to feel something as simple as holding his hand but knowing that you couldn’t, it had started to boil over for you, coming to a head at the end of one of your many phone calls.

“Alright, i gotta go to bed baby, it’s already so late.” he laughed, hearing the soft shuffling of him rolling over in bed.

The time on your clock read close to 1:30 AM, not an unusually late time for you guys to finish your calls, but you knew he had to open the shop tomorrow, you knew he needed to actually be up at a reasonable hour.

You really did just wanna say good night, tell him you’d see him in the morning, but the words couldn’t bring themselves to come out, all you could do was sniffle softly as you felt tears welling up in your eyes.

“Baby?” he asked, concern already starting to lace his voice when you didn’t respond, even more so when he could hear that you were audibly in the brink of tears.

“I hate this..” you whispered with a shaken voice, rubbing your eye with your sleeve as you felt tears already starting to stream down your cheeks.

“What’s wrong? talk to me, are you okay?”

While it took you a moment to find the words, only able to release a small number of pathetic sobs as you could hear the way your boyfriend was starting to panic over the phone, you finally spoke, gathering yourself so that you could relieve him from the anxiety of wondering why you’d seemingly started crying out of nowhere.

“I just wanna hold you, I wanna hold your hand. We’re gonna hang up this call and i’m just going to lay down in this bed alone knowing your over a thousand miles away and there’s nothing i can do about it.”

Your words were wobbly, a vomit of feelings you’d spent the last few weeks bottling up, only to now all come out at once like an opening of floodgates that you couldn’t find the strength to get a handle on.

At first you were worried about how he was going to respond, already imagining all of the things he might say in response to your sudden rant, when he was already tired and needed to go to bed.

Letting out a sigh, he spoke.

“I know.” he began, his tone taking on a much more vulnerable tone than you’d expected, his voice coming in an octave higher than it was before.

“I hate it too, god, you have no idea how much i just wanna hold you, it’s been getting to me too baby.”

His words only seemed to bring on more tears, your face falling into your hands, all you wanted was to lay your head on his chest and cry it out, but you couldn’t even do that.

“We’re gonna get there soon okay? I’ve already been talking to my dad about trying to get time off work, it just needs to be planned, that’s all.”

Letting out one more pathetic little sniffle, you nodded your head, even if it was just a phone call, wiping your tears one more time as you tried to find something to say.

“I love you, you know that right?”

His words made a weak laugh bubble up from your stomach, always loving the way it sounded when he said it, always making you feel better straight away.

“I love you too.” you breathed.

“I’ll call you as soon as I can tomorrow, but you need to sleep baby, I can tell you’re tired.”

You could hear the smile on his words as he offered you comfort, only able to wish him a goodnight and a good day at work tomorrow before you finally hung up the call for the night rolled over to try and get some sleep.

When you’d gotten the phone call from Bobby, you’d initially thought that maybe something had happened, why exactly would he be calling you directly and not just either messaging you or getting Erik to call you; nonetheless, you answered.

“Hey Bobby, everything okay?”

You’re next best suspicion was that this call most definitely had something to do with the fact that Erik’s birthday was coming up in a few weeks, maybe he needed a hand with picking something, or he wanted to see what you were thinking of getting him, not that you could really send a lot unless you had it shipped.

Just as quickly as you’d spoke, you heard Julia’s voice come through, realising quickly you were on speaker phone with the pair of siblings.

“How soon can you get time off work?”

With that conversation, a devious plan by Erik’s two siblings was set in motion, his mother partially being involved, they explained.

All that you had to do was give them a time where you would be free and not working, and Brenda would book you a plane ticket.

“We’re gonna give him the best birthday present of his whole goddamn life.”

The flight had been almost three hours, the final step in a two and half week long plan to hide any and all hints that you were going to be flying out from your boyfriend.

It was already arranged that Julia was going to pick you up from the airport under the guise of running out to get a few things for the little party that the family had planned, all you had to do was make sure that your flight didn’t crash horribly and everything would be fine.

You’d lied through your teeth when Erik had called you that morning, explaining that you were going out to go see some family and that there wasn’t any service where they lived, which he promptly bought completely and without question.

He had no reason to doubt you of course, it was a reasonable enough excuse to have your phone off, considering it had already happened before when you went to visit family in the past.

With Erik more than thoroughly distracted with the celebration for his birthday underway, as well as your flight finally landing, it was only going to be less than an hour before you were finally standing face to face with your boyfriend for the first time ever.

The thought alone was already making your hands shake as you walked through the terminal dragging your suitcase behind you.

When Julia had spotted you, you’d both been unable to hide back the squeals you let out as you embraced each other, already over the moon with finally being able to greet Erik’s sister, who’d come to embrace you wholeheartedly as a friend.

“Oh I can’t wait to see the look on his fucking face!” she’d mused, taking your hand immediately and guiding you through the rest of the terminal and out into the massive parking lot where she’d helped load your suitcase into the trunk.

The drive was by no means helping your nerves, knowing that with every meter you crossed you were getting closer and closer, even just knowing that Erik was only a thirty or so minute drive and not a whole set of states away? it was making you feel giddy and nauseous all at the same time somehow.

Your knee was bouncing incessantly as the tall buildings began to slowly morph into suburbia, houses with bright green lawns flying past your window.

You had no idea which house was the Campbells, so it was just a waiting game of when the car was going to slow down, your heart beating at a pace that made you feel like it was going to burst out of your chest and you’d die from a heart attack before you even got the chance to finally meet your boyfriend in the flesh.

“I don’t know if i can do this.” you blurted out, fear evident on your face as you turned to Julia who only burst out laughing at the look on your face.

“You’re gonna be totally fine!l she encouraged, taking a hand off the steering wheel to rub your shoulder.

“Erik on the other hand? he might piss his pants.”

Just as she said that, you felt the car slowing down, a house coming into view which she turned the car towards, pulling into the gravel driveway, which promptly made you feel like you were going to start hyperventilating.

Never before had you felt so much anxiety, yet at the same time wanted to break the window down and sprint to the front door and kick it open.

So many stupid thoughts began to flood your brain, what if you didn’t look the same as you did on camera and he didn’t like you? What if he suddenly decided he didn’t want to be your boyfriend anymore?

You hadn’t even realised you’d just been sitting there staring at the house in silence with a panicked look on your face until Julia spoke.

“I just texted Bobby, we’re ready to go.” she grinned at you, unbuttoning her seatbelt and shimmying her shoulders at you excitedly.

“Are you ready?” she asked, only finding yourself able to nod silently as you exited her car, pulling your suitcase out of the back seat and approaching the door at Julia’s side with shaky hands.

Exchanging one more look, Julia grinned as she knocked on the door softly, being greeted by Bobby’s grinning face as he pulled you in for a quick hug.

“Oh my god, you’re real!” he spoke with hushed excitement.

You could already hear music coming from the backyard as the siblings began to sneak you through the door like you were a secret package that needed to be delivered without detection.

“Okay, they’re in the backyard, let’s move.” Bobby spoke to you, letting Julia walk ahead and out to the backyard carrying the supplies she’d apparently been sent out to get.

With a hand on your back, Bobby guided you to the backyard, light greeting you as you looked around frantically, spotting every member of the Campbell family one by one before finally landing on the back of a band shirt and a head of dark hair fiddling away with the grill.

“Erik!” Julia called out, looking at you briefly with a grin “I got your present while i was out!”

“Uh huh.” he responded, barely paying attention to his sisters words as he continued tinkering with the machine, not turning around just yet.

You felt like you were gonna be sick any second, jesus, turn around Erik, turn around.

As if he’d heard your telepathic command, he turned to look at his sister, a bored look in his face as he expected to receive some sort of stock standard last minute present.

The very second his eyes met you own, you’re terrified smile beaming at him from only a few meters away, his reaction wasn’t really that far off from what you expected.

“Oh my fucking god!” his voice was loud, his hands coming to tangle in his hair as he looked across at you like you weren’t real for a few seconds before he looked over at his sister.

“Are you serious?!”

You knew it wasn’t a bad yell, that he was probably just in shock, hell, you’d had hours to process this and you felt like you were still in shock yourself.

Tears started flooding your eyes as soon as you heard his voice for the first time not coming out of the phone, when it seemed to dawn on both of you that you were here standing in front of him, physically here.

Without hesitation, Erik only muttered one more quick “Fuck off.” astonishment still clear on his face as you both bee lined it for one another, crashing into each other so quickly you almost knocked each other over.

There was no chance of holding back your sobs, loud and embarrassing but you couldn’t find it in you to care, you were finally holding him in your arms and you had absolutely no intention of letting go.

“Holy shit, Holy shit.” his words were muffled from where his face had found itself tucked into the crook of your neck, still wobbled enough to where you could tell that he was also fighting back tears.

Swaying in each other's arms to the point that you almost fell over more than once, you didn’t want to risk pulling away, fearing that you’d pull away and he’d no longer be there in front of you.

Finally being able to pull away and look up at him, you could see how puffy his blue eyes already were, using your sleeves to reach up and wipe them away for him, the pair of you both laughing through your tears.

“Happy birthday.” was all you could manage to croak out, letting yourself be cut off by the feeling of his hands on your cheeks, pulling you in as he leaned down to finally lay a deep kiss on your lips, something you’d both been itching to feel for months now.

He tasted like the beer he’d been drinking, and his stubble tickled your lip but you couldn’t find it in you to care in the slightest, only feeling so completely and utterly overjoyed to finally be inhaling his scent and feeling his lips against yours.

Pulling away, he pulled you against his chest all over again, letting you wrap your arms around his middle as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

“I fucking hate you guys so much.” he laughed, the family erupting into laughter at his comment.

The entire span of Erik’s birthday celebration had been spent by his side, not allowed to leave his side for even one second.

When you’d been speaking with Bobby and Julia, he stood behind you with his arms around you and his chin resting on top of your head, and when you sat to finally have a proper meeting with his Dad, he sat by your side and kept his hand on your leg.

He peppered your face with kisses as you both just stood there holding each other, letting you explain every step of the elaborate plan you and his entire family had hatched behind his back.

“So you did this all behind my back, and still managed to keep it a secret?” he asked, shaking his head in disbelief as you nodded.

Leaning forward to place yet another kiss on your forehead, he just smiled down at you like you were a gift from god.

By the time the celebrations were wrapping up, it was almost midnight, and everybody was more than tired enough to be pretty desperate to hit the hay.

As you said your goodnights, gave his mother a hug and a kiss on the cheek as she told you how happy she was that you were finally here, you could see Erik coming over with your suitcase, an arm coming around your shoulder.

“Let’s put this up in my room.” he sighed, obviously quite tired himself from the day.

Heading up the stairs trailing behind Erik, you watched him open up his bedroom door and were finally greeted with the sight of the bedroom you’d only ever seen in the background of your video calls, seeing it in person hardly even felt real, finding yourself giddy all over again.

Standing there in the middle of the room for a few seconds, it hadn’t been long before you felt arms wrapping around you from behind, Erik letting his forehead rest on the crook of your neck and he took a deep breath of your scent in, letting out a satisfied groan.

“I still can’t believe you’re here.” he spoke, only making you smile brighter as you turned in his arms, facing him and letting your forehead rest against his own as you both closed your eyes.

“I can’t believe it either.”

Resting your hands on his cheeks, your eyes remained closed as you captured his lips in a soft kiss, just letting them rest there as his arms around tightened.

As innocent as it started, it had only been a few seconds before Erik was already deepening the kiss, neither of you showing any form of hesitation as you began to embrace each other.

His hands found their way to your waist, starting to squeeze at your flesh as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip, the desperation you held for each other was finally able to reach its fullest form now that you were finally alone.

Opening your mouth up to him, you tasted the beer and cigarettes on his tongue, even the slight aftertaste of sweet birthday cake that had been cut up for everyone, exactly what you imagined he’d tasted like.

In any other instance, you both would have taken your time, but it would have been stupid to assume that there would have been any kind of patience shared between you right now, Erik’s hands were already finding their way under your shirt, leading you to where his bed sat in the corner of the room.

As soon as the back of your knees hit the bed, you let yourself fall onto it with a soft laugh from Erik, his knee finding its way between your legs almost as if it was an instinct, like you knew each other's bodies perfectly even if this was the first time you’d even touched each other.

The desperation shared between the two of you was borderline pornographic, gripping each other like you were going to fall away any second, Erik pulling away only for a second to tear off his shirt like it was burning his skin, before moving to his belt buckle with shaky hands.

You worked at your own clothes, comfortable for the sake of the long flight, coming with the benefit of also being easy to remove.

As Erik came back down, you were halfway through removing your shirt, something he was more than happy to help you with, throwing it onto the floor of his room with no regard as to where it landed.

“I need you.” you whispered against his lips that had found their way back onto his own, his grip on you tightening in response to your words, almost so hard it hurt, a groan coming from deep within his throat.

“I know.” he breathed out, his hands wasting no time before moving to the waistband of your pants, pulling at it until you raised your hips slightly off the mattress, leaving you laying there in nothing but a tank top and panties, a sight that had him simply staring down at you in silence, panting.

He looked at you like you were made of clouds, like with just one more touch you’d fade away any second, this was more than just lust driven hunger, there was an unspoken need between the two of you, desperation to feel each other in a way you could only imagine until now.

“There’s so much i want to do to you right now.” he huffed, running his fingers lightly against your chest, his hands coming to lazily grab at your tits, running his thumb against one of your hardened nipples that was now poking against the thin fabric of your tank top, only eliciting an open mouthed moan from you, a whimper that came out in a way you weren’t even conscious of.

“But all I can think about is burying myself so deep inside you that you see stars.”

His words, the image they out in your head, it had to keening for him and grinding your pussy against his knee like an animal in heat, but you couldn’t even find it in yourself to be self-conscious about it, you were just as desperate for him as he was for you, if the hard form now running against his jeans was anything to show.

“Please, baby, please.”

Your words had him gripping your legs tightly, pulling away from you only briefly, hooking his fingers into your panties to take them with him as he backed away, kneeling on the floor and pulling you harshly to the end of the bed.

Unable to hold back the small squeal as he pulled you and hooked your legs over his shoulders, you both found yourselves laughing like kids at a sleepover, his index finger coming to rest on your lips.

“Shut the fuck up, jesus.” he wheezed, leaning forward to give you one more quick kiss on the lips.

“You gotta be quiet, can you do that for me?” he asked, leaving you to respond with a nod as you bit your lip, raising yourself on your elbows briefly to watch him sink his face between your legs.

The second you even felt his stubble tickle your thighs, much less the feeling of his tongue licking a long stripe across your pussy, your head tipped back and your mouth fell open, a silent scream escaping as he dove in to devour you with little hesitation.

Fuck, you’d waited so long for this, any thoughts you may have had about how this was going to feel were absolutely nothing compared to the real thing, nothing you could have conjured up in your mind was anywhere close to how earth-shattering it felt for him to run his tongue through your folds.

The sounds were sloppy, ringing in your ears along with a choir of guttural moans coming from Erik’s end, like he’d been stuck in a desert for days and only just now had gotten his hands on water.

He lapped at you like he didn’t want to waste a single drop of you, gripped your thighs so hard that you knew for a fact there was going to be red marks by the time you were done.

When his hands hooked under your knees, pushing them forward without warning so that they were nearly next to your ears, he pushed his tongue into you with no mercy, the feeling of him fucking you on his tongue having you feel like you were about gush right then and there.

For a moment or two, you could have literally sworn you went blind, a hand flying to your both to try and hide the absolutely pathetic sounds that were coming out of you, your other hand coming down to tangle through his soft dark hair.

“Come on baby, cum on my face, fucking do it.”

His words of encouragement had been more than enough, paired with the feeling of his fingertips landing on your clit to rub fast and quick circles, his tongue going in and out of you, you felt your entire body still, your thighs instinctively trying to push together only to be held open by his strong hands.

He kept going until you were pulling at his hair trying to get him to stop, letting out soft mewl’s of overstimulation, the muscles in your stomach were still turning, your pussy still pulsing by the time he came back up to be face to face with you.

His chin was glistening in what little light there was in his room, a grin on his face that matched his blown out eyes, so dark that they almost looked black.

You couldn’t even form words, your orgasm had wrecked you so much that all you could do was let out little hums, kissing him lazily when he leaned down to take your mouth against his.

As you made out with him, you already began to feel him running the tip of his cock against your folds, gliding along the flesh that was now absolutely soaked, so wet that you wouldn’t be surprised if you hardly even felt him slide in at first.

“Can I put it inside you, please baby, please let me put it inside you..”

He whispered and begged against your lips, the cold feeling of the metal from his prince albert against your sensitive clit already having you spasm softly underneath him.

The only thing you could do was nod, finally opening your heavy lids to look up at him and just stare into his bright blue eyes that stared back down at you.

You could tell how much he was holding himself back, letting his cock get swallowed up by your pussy, his mouth falling open as the warmth embraced him, a choked out moan falling from deep in his chest.

Your hands came to rest on his cheeks once more, your foreheads connecting and eyes shutting tightly as he slowly let himself bottom out; as much as you’d always heard people describe it as feeling like they were literally molded for one another, you’d never actually taken it seriously.

But now you knew exactly what they were talking about, when he finally sat completely inside you, his pelvis resting snugly against your own, it truly did feel like two puzzle pieces coming together, like you were completely filled by him in every meaning of the word, every crevice being filled in by him to complete satisfaction.

Even you weren’t sure how long you’d been sitting there before he finally started to move his hips, it could have been seconds, it could have been minutes, but time just seemed to move differently when he was inside you, you fluttered around him, every time you did making his hips stutter.

The pace he initially set was slow, but hard, barely even pulling out halfway before he pushed back in again, each time managing to hit that sweet spot deep inside you like he’d been doing it for years, like he was a master of his art.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, his forehead found itself resting against your collar bone as he thrusted into you repeatedly, rhythmic grunts and whimpers coming from him in time with each time he pushed it back in.

“Erik, baby, please.. harder…”

There wasn’t anything else you could have said to have had him change up so quickly, a growl finding itself from deep within his chest as he rose up from his spot on your collar, his eyes appearing to be almost glazed over as he wasted no time beginning to increase the pace of his thrusts.

Looking up at him, he held himself up with one hand, using his other to hook under your knee once more, bringing one of your legs up so that he could begin hitting even deeper, at even more brutal speed, your hand immediately coming to grip his arm tightly as you let out a choked gasp.

When you’d asked him to fuck you harder, you should have known that meant almost having the wind knocked from your stomach, small sounds leaving you in a way that you couldn’t control.

He was pulling almost almost entirely out of you for each thrust now, his tip just on the border of falling out before he slammed back inside, a wet slapping sound ringing out with every single time he rammed himself back into you at a pace that had you beginning to see stars just as he’d said, now finding yourself unable to control the moans coming out of your mouth.

His hand that had been holding your leg flew to cover your mouth, silencing you only slightly as he stared down at you, shaky breaths coming out of him as he set an absolutely bruising pace, almost like as much as he was trying to keep you quiet, he was also just as determined to have you crying out his name for dear life.

“Been wanting to be buried in this pussy for so long” he growled, his eyes squeezing shut “just fucked my hand and thought about nothing but this.”

The words he was spouting paired with the brutal thrusts he was laying into you were almost too much, you felt yourself getting dizzy as your eyes seemed to almost roll into the back of your head.

“Fuck, fuck, i’m gonna cum..” he warned, his thrusts getting shorter and shorter as he pulled out less with each, but only continuing to get faster and harder as he twitched inside you.

“Gonna fill this fucking pussy up? huh? fill you with my cum?”

All you could manage was a nod, his hand pulling away from your mouth, both of them now gripping your hips and fucking you at a borderline merciless pace as you just laid there and took it.

With a sudden stop, and a few more slowed shallow thrusts, he shut his tightly, his cock twitching as he started to paint your insides with hot spurts of cum, his hips shaking as he rode out his own orgasm with short slow thrusts, gripping your hips so hard you knew you were likely going to have bruises the next morning.

For a while, you just both laid there, his forehead coming to rest once more on your collar bone, the pair of you covered in sweat and so tired out you could barely move.

You knew you should get up, probably try to make some sort of effort to get cleaned up, but with the fact that you were both seemingly now paralysed, also mixed with the fact that being locked in each others arms was incredibly peaceful, all you could do was reach for the blanket that he’d been pushed astray by your initial activities, and pull it over the pair of you, settling into a comfortable enough position where he still sat inside you.

Stroking the back of his head softly, he let out a soft hum that communicated to you that he was definitely comfortable, just as you were, a smile coming to your face as you kissed the top of his head.

“Gonna have to shower in the morning..” you whispered softly, only getting another small hum in return.

“Good, i’ll be ready to do this all over again by then.” he chuckled softly, his head finally raising up to smile at you, leaning forward to catch your lips in a soft kiss.

“Can’t wait.”

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vin-taege · 1 day ago

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slasher summer (m)

Summary: erik gets more than a little excited because of your couple costume for a summer-ween party.

Genre: pwp! smut

Pairing: Erik Campbell x f!reader

Words: 4.9k

CW: Knife play (not a real knife!), mirror sex, face sitting, roleplay (kinda?), very brief panty kink (erik is a freak), gagging, light slapping, degradation

Note: 0% proofread, 100% self-indulgent

It was game over for Erik the second you walked out of the bathroom.

A major thing that you both bonded over was your love for horror films, especially with slashers. There’s just something so fun about watching a group of teenagers getting picked off one by one. Not to mention, how hot some of the killers are. This fixation of yours was something Erik loved to tease you about—not that you were ashamed.

There’s something weirdly sexy about a big, strong man in a mask chasing you. And when he catches you, he pins you against the wall, and sticks something inside you? Verbatim, you’ve explained this to Erik time and time again, only to be met with a soft snort—and at times, followed by rough sex.

This time, Julia and a bunch of her high school friends held a mini-reunion, which was mixed with a Summerween celebration. For the first time in your relationship, you have never seen Erik get so excited over a reunion of any kind. He immediately agreed to putting on a couple costume with you—but of course, done in a way special to only the two of you.

So here he was now, sitting on the foot of your bed, starting to sweat a little under the shimmery, black fabric of the Ghostface robe. He passed the plastic knife from gloved hand to gloved hand while he waited for you to finish your makeup. The mask was lying next to him, ready to be used for the night.

Just as he was about to get up to check on you, the bathroom door opened. You walked out, adding an extra sway to your hips. Subconsciously, Erik licked his lips. The white sweater hugged your figure, tucked under light, baggy jeans. The bob wig was a bit silly, so you made the executive decision to ditch it. You held the cardboard phone up and pressed it against your ear.

“Oh, Mr. Ghostface, the star of your movie is here,” you sing-songed. You walked towards Erik, yelping as he pulled you into his lap. His eyes roamed your body, briefly stopping at the dip of your v-neck, just above the swell of your breasts. You whispered, “Someone likes the costume.”

“As if you don’t like mine.”

He pressed his lips against yours, slowly, deeply. He coaxed your mouth open with his tongue, letting it dance against yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer. His hand wandered to your chest, kneading your breast over the fabric of the top.

“Erik,” you murmured, trying to pull away. His lips chased yours, continuing to kiss you between words. “We’ll be late.”

“What if we just don’t come?” He pulled away to smirk at you, only to be met with the usual response of you rolling your eyes. He pouted, leaning back into your neck. Finding your sweet spot, he went back to kissing you. This time they came hot and heavy.

You moaned softly as he marked you, alternating between nibbling and licking your skin. When he was satisfied, he sat back, admiring his work. Right under your jaw was a pretty little bruise. You could only hope that the strobe lights and alcohol could mask it.

“Happy?” You furrowed your brows, pretending to be angry, though far from it.

He chuckled, his laugh low and beautiful. “You’d really rather be at that party instead of letting me fuck your brains out?”

“I promised Jules I’d go. She put a lot of effort into planning this, okay?” You ruffled his hair, already getting up. “And Bobby kept talking about how excited he was to show us his costume.”

“He goes as ‘human Lightning McQueen’ every year! You’ve seen this before.” Erik groaned, dramatically plopping back onto the bed.

You giggled at his antics. “We’ll stay for only 30 minutes, and I swear we can book it.”

Just like that, Erik reanimated back to life, a pleased smile on his face. He hurriedly fitted the mask back over his head. Standing next to you in the mirror, he patiently waited as you reapplied your lip gloss.

“Smile for me, gorgeous.” His phone clicked, followed by a flash.

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Erik has been eyeing you like prey for the past ten minutes. There you sat, amidst a sea of Bobby’s football friends and Julia’s sorority sisters. True enough, Bobby was chugging a pint of Hice Pale Ale, ignorant of the liquid spilling into his shiny, red, racer jacket. The yellow “95” gleamed across his back. Beneath it, someone had taped some notebook paper with the word “kachow!” on it.

The last time you saw Julia was when she greeted you at the doorway. You almost didn’t recognize her with the red wig. Fake vines wrapped around her limbs, little leaves jutting out of them. They all connected to the back of her green dress, the hem distressed to look like foliage.

“Poison Ivy?” you grinned at her. Her eyes lit up. She hummed in approval, twirling around for you. When she spun back, she took one look at your couple costume and snorted.

“Woah, you guys really are freaky.” She pretended not to notice the hickey on underneath your jaw.

Since then, she’s been whisked away into the backyard. You could barely hear the trampoline springs over the booming music, making you feel as if the whole house was jumping along. Beside you, Stefani was telling you about her latest college troubles. You would’ve taken her more seriously if she weren’t dressed as a Disney-bound version of Mirabel Madrigal. She lost you two topics ago, when you caught Erik basically undressing you with his eyes from his side of the room. Not that you could see his blue irises—of course he kept the mask on.

There he was, your Ghostface. A constant reminder of your 30-minute deadline. He was so focused that he didn’t even drink. You tilted your head, biting your lip as Erik followed suit. He lifted a gloved hand, making a call sign against his ear. You brought your attention to your phone.

Nothing.

You raised your head to look back at him, only to find that he was gone. Glancing around the room, you tried looking for the bright, plastic mask. Still no Erik.

“Hey, you okay?” Stefani asked, looking around with you.

“Yeah, sorry. I just thought I saw Erik just a second ago.”

Right then, your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up. You held the caller screen up apologetically to Stefani. She waved you off, promising to get coffee with you the next day.

You side-stepped between bodies in various outfits, sighing in relief once you stepped out the front door. The music was fainter out in their porch, the air fresher. You took a deep breath of it before answering.

“Enjoying the party?”

Almost immediately, you scanned your surroundings. Save for a few costumed smokers, no one else was outside. You looked up at the windows looming over you, all of them blocked by curtains or blinds.

“Don’t worry your pretty, little head over finding me.” You could almost see Erik’s smirk deepen.

“What, you aren’t even gonna say the line?” you bit back sweetly.

“I already know what your favorite scary movie is,” he paused. “Just like how I already know that you’re out on the porch with wet panties. You thought I couldn’t see you rubbing your thighs together the entire time on the couch?”

Your breath hitched. Swallowing thickly, you heard him laugh. “You sure it’s not just the mask making your eyesight shitty?”

“You better fix your tone before I fix it for you.”

“Yeah? And how are you gonna do that when you aren’t even here?” You bit your lip nervously. It wasn’t beyond Erik to find a good, quiet spot out in the open and take you right there. Honestly, his primal need for you never failed to turn you on.

“That’s up to you to figure out, princess. I want to play a little game with you.”

“Wrong movie, smartass.”

“You mouthing off at me?” He chuckled as you stayed quiet, already slipping into subspace. You wanted to whine at him, to beg him to just take you home and fuck your brains out like he promised. But you also still had your pride, and if he wanted to prolong the chase, then damnit, you’ll give it to him before your ego takes a blow. “That’s more like it. What a good girl.”

“What do you want?”

“Do you know the game, ‘hot and cold’?” You perked up. The fucker was going to make you find him.

You took a tentative step towards the road. Erik, his eyes never leaving you from wherever he was, automatically responded. “Cold. Freezing, actually. You learn fast, smart girl.”

Turning around, you slipped back into the house, straining to hear him over all the noise. “Warm.”

You made your way to the kitchen, carefully surveying the packed crowd for even a glimpse of him. You felt eyes boring into the back of your neck. Before Erik could speak, you already knew he wasn’t there. Instead, you followed your gut, pointing you to the staircase.

Maneuvering around college kids passed out on the steps, you finally reached the second floor. The music was still going strong, but you could hear Erik clearly this time. Your eyes roamed across all the doors, some of them left ajar, others shut.

“Warmer.”

One by one, you peeked into each room. Before you could even fully step into one, Erik would already steer you away with an “uh-uh” or an even more annoying “cold, lukewarm.” Finally, you’ve exhausted all other options aside from the last door to the left. Without even looking inside, you already knew that it was Erik’s room, your backup hangout spot ever since he moved in with you.

The door was slightly opened, moonlight seeping into the floorboards as it strained against the sheer curtains. So that was how he could see you before.

“You’re on fire.” His voice was lower, dangerously quiet.

You pushed the door open with a creak. The room looked ordinarily chaotic, yet empty. A mountain of CDs was piled over his desk, next to the spot where he used to keep his PC. His sheets were a mess, a deep, blood red and crumpled. A single sock and a hoodie spilled from his tipped-over laundry bin. Laying neatly in the middle of the bed was the Ghostface mask.

Fully inside now, you shut the door softly behind you. At this point, Erik has fully succeeded in messing with you. You were horny, and now, a bit freaked out and spooked. The light still hasn’t been turned on. Your eyes were just starting to adjust to the darkness, the furniture farther away from you looking like dark splotches bleeding into his bedroom walls.

“Erik!” you whisper-shouted. You rolled your eyes, walking to the foot of his bed. All the noise from the party downstairs was muffled. It almost felt like you were in a separate place, an isolated reality where you lived out the character you dressed up as. Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t catch how the closet door slowly opened. Instead, you were glancing at the ceiling, calling out to him mockingly. “Oh, Mr. Ghostface, please don’t kill me! I want to be in the sequel!”

A clothed hand wrapped around your mouth, stifling the scream from your throat. The tip of a plastic knife pressed against your stomach, forcing you back into the masked man’s body. Something hard pressed against your ass, rutting teasingly against you.

“Finally found me, princess,” Erik drawled out.

Your heart hammered against your chest. Blood rushed to your ears, adrenaline fuelling you. You thrashed around in his grasp, fully playing into your role. His grip on you tightened, pushing you until you were pressed against the wall mirror.

“You almost gave me a heart attack, you asshole,” you whined as soon as he took his hand off your mouth. You grinded your ass into you, making him let out a groan.

“Shut up and hold this for me.” He pressed the knife handle sideways against your mouth. Like a brat, you pressed your lips together tightly. Sighing at your antics, he drew a hand back and slapped your ass. When you yelped, he quickly slotted the knife handle in between your teeth. “There we fuckin’ go. Didn’t have to be so difficult.”

Sloppy kisses trailed down your neck. Erik took his time going over the marks he had already made, making a show of holding your gaze through the mirror as he sucked and bit on the little unmarked skin you had left. He pinned your hips against the glass, bucking into your jeans. You swore you were leaking into the denim.

“Did you have fun playing? I still need to give you a prize. Still need to stick something inside you. Isn’t that what you always wanted?” He softened his voice condescendingly.

He let go of your hips, hands travelling up your stomach. His fingers caught on the fabric of your shirt, lifting it teasingly, before settling on the neckline. You saw his knuckles tighten, your eyes widening as you shook your head in protest. Smirking at you, Erik ripped your shirt down the divot of the v-neck. He pulled the tattered fabric under your breasts, bunching it alongside your bra. You shivered as your nipples pressed against the cool glass.

Erik didn’t waste any time. His large hands enveloped your breasts, offering warmth as he kneaded the flesh. You moaned as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, lightly tugging at them. Gritting your teeth, you threw your head back, letting it fall against his shoulder. The additional friction from the leather gloves made your head swim. He cooed, gently prying the knife from your mouth. Strings of saliva fell from it, dribbling down your cheeks and throat.

“You look so good like this, princess,” he whispered into your ear.

He pressed the tip of the knife into your sternum, putting just enough pressure for it to leave a red mark, but not to actually hurt. You brought your head back down, looking at your position. Erik stood behind you, still fully clothed—save for the mask. And you, on the opposite end of the spectrum, looked spent even before you had properly begun.

Your hair was a mess, stray strands sticking to your cheeks with a mix of sweat and spit. Red lovebites littered the sides of your neck, some of them only deepening in color. What used to be your thin sweater was now a mess of fabric crumpled under your breasts, almost as if framing them. You were panting hard.

On the valley between your breasts, Erik ran the knife up and down. He pressed the flat side onto one tit, slowly scraping it until the tip was digging lightly into your nipple. You moaned, steadying yourself against the mirror. “What are you gonna do to me, you psycho?”

Erik chuckled darkly, withdrawing the knife from you. He turned his attention to your pants, quickly unbuttoning them and unzipping. He yanked them down your legs, letting you shift from one foot to another so you could kick them away. With his free hand, he held you by the throat, dragging you with him as he walked backwards. Hitting the foot of the bed, he pulled you into his lap.

Tucking the knife into the waistband of your panties, he pried your thighs open. You breathed heavily, staring at yourself in the mirror. Reaching around you, Erik rubbed your slit through the ruined fabric.

“I’m gonna have some more fun with you. I wouldn’t want to waste something as precious as this.” He brought his fingers up to your face, pressing them together and separating them, a string of your wetness connecting the digits together. “You’re a sick little whore for enjoying this, aren’t you? Getting wrecked up here while your friends don’t know any better.”

“I-I’m not,” you protested weakly, shuddering when he circled his fingers around your clit. Subconsciously, you arched your back, chasing after his touch. He added pressure, listening in bliss as whines and moans spilled out of your mouth.

“Yeah, you’re not what? Enjoying this, or a slut? Can’t make your mind up when you’re too busy gushing through your panties, huh?” With his other hand, he unsheathed the knife from your panties, pressing the dull blade against your neck. His ministrations grew faster, coiling the rope in your stomach tighter. He growled into your ear, “Look at yourself when I ruin you.”

As soon as you tilted your head towards the mirror, you came undone. Erik rubbed you off, slowly down as you rode out your orgasm. Mentally, you thanked the loud music, clouding the animalistic shriek you just let out.

Limbs turned to jelly, you collapsed back into Erik’s chest. He set the knife aside, slipping both fingers into the waistband of your panties. With your remaining strength, you lifted your hips, letting him peel the ruined fabric off you. You watched, entranced, as he uncovered your wet core. Slick coated the sides of your thighs, dripping down into the curve of your ass.

Erik held your panties in his fist, closing his eyes as he took a whiff. “Jesus, I’d get drunk on that.”

“Fucking freak,” you muttered teasingly, grinning at him.

“What the fuck was that?” He raised an eyebrow. He cut you off with a sharp smack to your cunt. Though not painful, the contact made you jolt in surprise. He then cupped a hand over your heat, soothing you. “Color?”

“Green.”

He lifted you off, stretching your legs as he placed you gently on the bed. You waited patiently as he kicked his boots off, lying down so that the top of his head was pointing towards the mirror. He brought his hands up, gesturing for you to come to him. “Take a seat on your throne, princess.”

You chuckled, scrambling to get on top of him. As you slung a leg over his chest, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You lifted your hips, admiring the sight of Erik’s face between your legs. He grabbed both of your thighs, guiding your pussy to his mouth.

“Can you breathe?” You checked on him.

“Don't need to,” he grinned lazily. You rolled your eyes, slowly dropping your weight until you felt his tongue part your folds. You slotted perfectly on him, his gorgeous nose brushing against your clit.

“Fuck yeah,” you hissed, feeling him lick up your slit. His lips suckled your clit, alternsting between kissing and licking.

You whimpered, rolling your hips in time with each flick of his tongue. Steadying youself, you leaned back, planting your arms on the top of his thighs. Through half-lidded eyes, you watched yourself ride his face.

The feeling was addicting, and the noises were pure filth. Erik didn't shy away from moaning in contentment—the act of eating you out was already so sacred to him. He was loud, messy. Nothing turned him on more than to slowly become lightheaded from being smothered by your pretty pussy.

His grip on you tightened, and you thought it was a sign for you to give him some air. So, like a good girlfriend, you moved to lift your hips up. Almot immediately, Erik clamped down your thighs, digging his fingers into your flesh. He lifted his head up, chasing after your dripping cunt.

“Get the fuck back on me,” he growled, eyes dripping with want, pupils blown out the point where there were only blue slivers around it.

You wanted to laugh at his eagerness, but it was cut off by a moan. You relaxed your thighs again, wholly presenting yourself to him. He focused on your clit, licks getting slobbier. He sucked loudly, smacking his lips as he devoured you.

It felt so good you had started to tear up. The feeling of his tongue on the bundle of nerves consumed all of your thoughts. As your moans got more high-pitched, you shifted, leaning forward so he had better access to your clit. You knotted your fingers into his hair, bringing him impossibly closer to your cunt.

“F-fuck, it's so fucking good baby. So close. ‘M close, ‘m gonna cum. Fuck, I'm gonna cum—!”

You threw your head back, tears leaking as you screwed your eyes shut. Beneath you, Erik kept a firm hold on your thighs, refusing to let you off. Your body shook as you came hard, mind going black for a few seconds until you've reached the end of the high.

Clumsily, you rolled off him when he finally loosened his grip. You collapsed next to him, chest moving rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. Beside you, Erik took a few gulps of air before sitting up as if he wasn't inches away from passing out just a few seconds ago.

“What's with the stupid look on your face?” You tried to sass him, though it came out pathetically in between breaths.

He scoffed, smile only growing wider. He made a show of licking his lips. Your cheeks heated up when the moonlight hit his face, revealing the aftermath. Slick coated his mouth, dribbling across his cheeks and down neck. The tip of his nose glistened, equally covered in your juices.

He draped himself over you, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. His lips moved slowly against yours, tongue slipping sensually into your mouth. You moaned softly as you tasted yourself on him.

“You still alive or are you tapping out, final girl?” He asked when he pulled away. His words were playful, but you could hear the worry in his gentle voice.

“Drew Barrymore was the first ever kill in the franchise, you poser.”

He snorted at your monotoned delivery. You quirked your lip, offering a small smile. Your eyes landed on his crotch, a prominent tent poking into your thighs.

“I remember talk of sticking something inside me?” You wiggled your eyebrows.

“Oh princess, that was a promise.”

As if flipping a switch, Erik's eyes darkened. He hitched up the thin robe, unbuckling his belt and slipping it out of his belt loops. He wrapped it in between both hands, tugging harshly to make it snap. You rubbed your thighs expectantly, doe-eyed as he took both of your wrists and brought them above your head, tying them together.

He sighed in relief when he finally freed himself. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, pre-cum dripping from the red tip. It curved towards his stomach, a vein wrapping around his thick shaft. The metal ball of his prince albert glinted invitingly.

Erik fisted himself slowly, looking down at you like a present he can't wait to tear into. His gaze started at your mascara-streaked face. It crawled down to your tits, chest heaving in anticipation. Finally, it settled on your pussy, the oasis in between your legs. He's gotten you so wet that a damp patch had started to form in the covers.

“Why don't you take a picture, it will last longer,” you huffed impatiently. His eyes snapped back to yours, a dangerous glint in them. You swallowed thickly.

He looked pissed. Pissed in a way that got your thighs rubbing and your throat dry.

He clamped a hand over your mouth, then looked around, as if trying to find something. You caught the way his eyes lit up when he finally saw it. He repositioned his hand so he was holding your jaw. Squeezing down, he forced your mouth open, quickly stuffing your ruined panties in.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer,” he mimicked you. He grasped the base of his dick, slapping it twice on your clit. “I'm not taking your shit anymore, princess.”

“That fucking mouth,” he punctuated each word with a light slap to your cheek. “—is a punishment waiting to happen.”

Suddenly, in one move, he buried himself into you. A muffled scream tore its way out your throat, the sudden intrusion becoming a mix of pleasure and pain. You blinked back tears, wriggling your hips away.

“Yeah? That hurt, princess? Little slut gonna cry?” He goaded, bringing his hips back only to thrust into you again. You mewled, seeing stars as the tip of his piercing brushed your cervix. “Not so fucking smart now, huh?”

He continued to fuck you like that, slow and deep. Each time he snapped his hips, he hit the delicious spot that made your brain short-circuit. You gasped out, shuddering breaths barely making it through the balled up cloth.

Everything felt too much, yet too little. He had hooked his arms under your shoulders, hands pressed flat against the top of your head. Erik used you to push himself deeper, pulling you towards him whenever he sheathed himself in you. You were leaking from both ends, tears streaming from pleasure as your pussy gushed and clenched around his thick cock.

“Fuck, you take me so well. Look at this greedy hole, so fucking eager to get filled with cock,” he flicked your clit, which was still sensitive from the earlier round. You cried out, arching out of the mattress. “All bark, no bite. What's wrong, huh? Out of words?”

“Fuck you,” you wanted to scream out. It came out disjointed, more like an “uck ou” intermixing with a prolonged “aah!” when he hit your g-spot again. He widened his eyes in mock sympathy.

“Oh, you poor thing. Is it too much for your pretty head? Fucking you dumb aren't I?”

He pulled out and—in contrast to his harsh words—gently rolled you onto your stomach. Caging you with an arm on either side, he re-entered easily from all the slick you've made. His scent, alcohol and menthol, his moans, his leather, his hair trickling into your own as he bowed his head—everything about him took over you.

No other thoughts, your eyes glazed over, arms dangling off the footboard, wrists marked by the belt—Erik shifted gears and pistoned in and out of you like his life depended on it. You could already feel another orgasm building up in your lower belly. Your walls clenched around him, toes curling as he abused that fucking spot that made you see stars.

“Look,” he rasped, breath stuttering. Using a hand, he pulled your hair back, tilting your head up. You whined, locking eyes with your wrecked reflection. The girl in the mirror barely resembled you anymore, eyes unfocused, neck in shades of red, face coated in spit and sweat and tears—so much tears from how good it all felt. It spurred you more, moans growing high-pitched.

“I know, I know,” Erik cooed. “Gonna cum? Cream all over my cock, princess, go ahead.”

He sped up, the room filling with loud sounds of skin slapping against skin. Your orgasm washed over you like a rolling tide. Your legs shook, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you bit down hard on your panties. Meanwhile, Erik thrusted shallowly a few more times before burying himself to the hilt. His chin laid against your shoulder, hot breath heavy on you when he let out a long groan.

Ropes of his cum spurted against your walls, filling you with warmth. Sweat dripped from his fringe, dropping to intermix with the light sheen on your shoulder blade. His weight pinned you to the bed, an almost comforting feeling as you both stilled—spent.

Sluggish, he reached into your lips, pulling your panties out and chucking them into the oblivion that was his room. You sighed in relief, opening your jaw a few times to get the ache out. Next, he fumbled with his belt, eventually getting it loose. It fell to the floor with a small, metallic thud.

You panted into the sheets, dizzy as you came down from the high. You were too out of it to recognize him sitting back up, nor the quiet ruffling of sheets. Erik grabbed the hair at the base of your scalp, pulling your head back. You barely registered seeing yourself in his phone camera—eyes glossy, lips and chin slicked with spit. Erik loomed behind you, equally a mess but doubly cocky. He fixed the mask back over his head before feeling around for his phone. When he found it, he bit the tip of the glove on his free hand, dragging it off. He stretched his arm past you, angling the device so you were both on screen.

“Smile for me, gorgeous,” he echoed, snapping a picture.

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It was reaching 3 a.m. when you finished. You vaguely remembered the feeling of a damp cloth wiping in between your legs, followed by a fluffy towel. You were still incoherent when Erik had carried you over to Bobby's room, now fitted with his oversized shirt and boxers.

“Not your room,” you had mumbled into his shoulder. Your voice was rough, the result of screaming your lungs out and a dry mouth.

“I know, baby, but I'm not letting you sleep on sticky sheets.” He disappeared downstairs to a mellowing party, and came back with a glass of water. He was still wearing his sweat-soaked costume.

After making you drink water, he quickly changed into new clothes and laid down next to you. You shuffled around, letting him place an arm under your head as you faced him to cuddle.

“I think I passed out,” you whispered. You could feel his chest rumble with a chuckle.

“I might have, too.” He threaded his fingers through your hair, attempting to untangle the knots. “You okay?”

“Won't be walking well for a week, but so worth it,” you grinned lazily. “You ruined my costume though.”

“I'll buy you a new one. Or we can go as someone else next time?”

You hummed in consideration. “Pearl and the projectionist?”

“You know the way to my heart.”

#erik campbell #erik campbell x reader #final destination #final destination 6 #final destination: bloodlines #fd: bloodlines #erik campbell smut #erik campbell imagine #richard harmon

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lucydixon · 3 days ago

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Marked by Love

Summary: You bring Erik lunch at work, and after years of pleading to let him tattoo you, you finally cave.

It wasn’t unusual for you to swing by the shop during your lunch break. Not by a long shot.

It was one of the perks of working down the street from your boyfriend.

So, when you walked in through the door with a bag of food in the early afternoon, Erik wasn’t surprised to see you in the slightest.

He’d been sketching out a design for a client, and you’d come at the perfect time. His hand had been cramping for the last hour, and he desperately needed a break.

Your smiling face always made him feel at ease. You always looked so excited to see him, even after two years, and he loved you for it.

“I brought provisions.” You set the bag down gently next to his tablet before draping yourself across the piercing chair next to his station. It was your favourite place to sit when you were visiting. It was perfect for lounging after running around at work all morning.

“Perfect timing.” He practically tore the bag open “My hand’s cramping like a motherfucker- Oh! You got the good sauce.”

“I always get the good sauce.” You scoffed, catching your wrap when he tossed it to you.

Before you’d even gotten yours unwrapped, Erik had a quarter of his sandwich in his mouth and was groaning happily.

“Nobody’s gonna take that from you, you know.” You chuckled, looking amused, “Don’t choke on it.”

“Awe,” He cooed after a good minute of chewing before swallowing, “That’s what I was saying to you last night, wasn’t it, Sweets?”

“You’re a child,” You muttered under your breath, but he could see that you wanted to laugh.

“You love it.” He rolled his stool over to the chair and nudged you with his shoulder.

All you could do was roll your eyes.

“You gonna let me give you a piercing, Sweets?” He asked you teasingly, “You’re already in the chair.”

For as long as you’d known Erik, he’d been pestering you to let him tattoo or pierce you. He refused to believe that you’d never wanted one, especially after seeing just how much you liked his.

You could run your fingers along the inked skin for hours if he managed to stay still for that long. He’d even gotten more tattoos over the years just so there was more of him for you to touch, although he’d never admit it.

It had been semi-serious at first, begging you to just let him leave some kind of permanent mark on your skin, but you’d always adamantly refused. Eventually, there was less pleading and more teasing. He’d learned to accept long ago that he was going to have a blank canvas for a partner for the rest of his days. He just didn’t let that stop him from offering up his services all the time.

“What about a tattoo?” He asked between bites, “I think you’d look real good with a teardrop, right here-”

He tried to poke your cheek, but you dodged his hand.

“Erik!” You shrieked, “Don’t touch my face with your sandwich hands!”

“What? You don’t love my hands anymore?” He gasped in mock hurt.

“I’ll love them again when they don't have mustard on them.” You waved them away from you, laughing.

“Okay, so that’s a no for the teardrop then?”

You hummed, waiting for him to keep going.

You tried to keep a straight face despite the idea that had been brewing inside your head for the last few weeks.

“How about a pretty little flower?” He suggested flippantly, knowing you’d turn it down. “Or a pentagram.”

“Tempting.”

“A big skull?”

“How about a little ‘E’?” You cracked a smirk as you watched him process.

You never contributed ideas when the two of you were fucking around about tattoos.

“Are you fucking with me?” He narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Nope.”

“An ‘E’ For what?” Erik frowned.

“For Eric.” You squinted at him. “Dummy.”

You could tell the moment he realized that you were serious. His eyes widened and filled with startled excitement.

“Seriously?” He grinned, tossing his sandwich onto his desk when you nodded, wiping his hands off with a wad of paper towel. “Where?”

“Wherever you want.” You told him seriously. “Ideally, not on my face, though.”

“Yeah?” He almost looked like he was gonna cry, and yet, he was still joking, “You sure you don’t want it on your forehead?”

You rolled your eyes.

“I think you might be crazy, Sweets.” His voice was softer. “You know that shit’s like, permanent right?”

“I know,” You reached out to brush the hair out of his face, letting your fingertips graze his cheekbones. “Crazy for you, maybe.”

“You should sleep on it.”

“I did.” You smiled softly, “For like a month.”

“So,” You cleared your throat, “Where’s it gonna go?”

He could hardly hold your stare. Your eyes were so full of love and trust that it made his chest ache. He knew he loved you, and he knew that he always would. So, Erik knew right away what he wanted.

Almost hesitantly, he reached out and grabbed your left hand. He turned it over and pointed at the skin just below your second knuckle on your ring finger.

Your breath hitched in your throat.

“I know it’s not a ring.” His voice was raspy. “But it’s a promise.”

“Do it.” You nodded, looking so sure.

Biting back a grin, Erik wordlessly cleaned up the remnants of his lunch so he could get set up to start. You watched him, unable to think about anything but how much you loved this man. You couldn’t picture your life without him and didn’t feel as nervous as you thought when he got the stencil on and gave you a look that just screamed ‘last chance to turn back’.

But you just smiled and told him to start.

When he was finished, you both stared at the little letter for what felt like hours.

Then, Erik muttered a quick “Fuck, now I want one” and started setting up the next station over so he could tattoo your initial on his ring finger while you laughed.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics Gif by @jst2guyz

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#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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graves4girls · 2 days ago

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+18 all to myself // erik campbell

wc // 3.4k warnings // +18, fem!reader, p in v a/n: lil longer than i planned buuuuut enjoy !

“Do you think this is too moody for a dinner?”

Leaning your phone up against the mirror, you stand from the vanity stool to show him your outfit.

“Hmm…can't really tell. Give me a spin.”

You fulfill his request, slowly spinning around.

He wolf-whistles as you twirl. “That is one nice ass.”

“I'm hanging up on you.”

Reaching for the phone, you pick it up and hover your finger over the bright red button, but he's quick to stall you before you can end the call.

“Wait! Wait–I'm kidding! It's perfect. You look amazing.”

You roll your eyes, plopping back down on the stool and propping your phone up once more. “You're so annoying.”

He grins at you through the screen, watching as you unscrew the wand of your mascara to retouch your lashes. “You love me.”

“Unfortunately.”

You can see the way he dramatically slaps a hand over his heart from the corner of your eye, biting back a laugh as he gasps.

“You are cruel, woman.”

Shrugging innocently, you close the tube and stuff it back into your makeup bag–gazing at him for a moment before you sigh. “Are you sure they'll like me? What if I say something stupid? Or mess something up? Or-”

“You're not gonna mess anything up, or do anything wrong. You're gonna be just fine. They will like you, babe. And even if they don't–which won't happen–who cares? All that matters is that I love you and you love me.” He pauses for a second to look you in the eyes, his expression hardening. “You do love me, right? Because you still haven't clarified-”

“Yes, I love you, dork. You just push my buttons sometimes.”

“What's a relationship without a little button-pushing?” The camera momentarily shakes and blurs as he shifts his position, having moved to lay on his back. “What time will you be here? I'm getting bored.”

Grabbing your phone, you stand from the desk to pad across your room, flipping your light-switch. “You're very needy, y'know. I'm heading out now.”

“I'll have you know I'm-” His sentence is cut off by the sound of a door swinging open on his end of the line, startling him enough to drop his phone flat onto his face. “Mom said to get downstairs–now!” Another slam as you assume the door closes, followed by a groan and a frustrated ‘okay!’ before he slowly raises the camera up, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. “You see what I have to deal with here? I'm sure anything you do will never top what happens on a daily basis.”

Giggling at the familial bickering, you swipe your keys from the dining table and step into your shoes. “Poor baby,” you tease him, pouting your lip out, “I'll kiss your nose better when I get there.”

“You know what else you can kiss-?”

“Bye Erik.”

You end the call before he can protest, locking the front door behind you and making your way to the car.

The drive to the Campbell's home is a short one, the suburban houses a nice contrast to your shabby city-based apartment, tapping your fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of the song playing through your speakers.

Soon enough, you're pulling into the driveway–shooting a quick ‘i'm outside’ message as you anxiously gnaw at your bottom lip, sitting in the car for a couple long moments before finally stepping outside.

The door swings open before you even step onto the patio–a small smile pulling at your lips when you meet his eyes, just the simple sight of him easing your nerves a tad.

“Took you long enough.”

His hands find your waist as you approach him, tugging you into his chest.

“It took me ten minutes to get here. You're just incredibly impatient.”

“How can I not be when I know my beautiful girlfriend is on her way to see me?” He dips his head to press a soft kiss to your lips, hands slinking behind you to cheekily squeeze your ass through the tight denim of your jeans–earning a hushed yelp as you shove his chest.

“Erik!”

He opens his mouth in an attempt to defend himself, but is once again cut off.

“Erik, the air conditioners are on! Close the goddamn door!”

“Alright!” Huffing through his nostrils, he reluctantly pulls himself away from you, rolling his eyes.

You stifle a laugh as he ushers you into the house, tugging the door shut behind the two of you and quickly guiding you towards the stairs before the rest of the family can swarm you.

“C'mon, let's go to my room before-”

“Oh my God, hey! You're the girlfriend Erik's always talking about! Wow, are you out of his league.”

A sheepish smile tugs at your lips as you laugh, flushing a bit–but he intervenes before you can get a word out.

“Fuck off, Julia.” He flips her the bird, slotting his fingers between your own. “You guys can talk to her at dinner. Right now, she's all mine.”

With that, he's leading you up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom, shoving the door shut and twisting the lock with an aggravated sigh.

“This family is a fucking nightmare sometimes.”

You gaze around the room. You'd only been in here once before, when he'd had the entire house to himself–and you'd been far too focused on the way he was touching you to truly take in the scenery. Now, you eye the posters that cover the majority of his walls–a mix of bands and movies scattered in no particular order.

“Grave Encounters 2? Really?”

He scoffs at that. “What's wrong with it? It's a great movie.”

“The first one was better.” You shrug, grinning as he glares at you–squinting as he assesses what exactly your goal was.

“Are you trying to get a reaction out of me? Is that what you're doing?”

He approaches you slowly, in tow as you step backwards–grabbing your wrists when you try to push him back. You snicker as he leans in close, blue eyes piercing your gaze.

“Maybe. You're hot when you get all passionate about things you like.”

“Oh, yeah? Is it hot when I talk about how the horror industry is dying due to the influx of shitty reboots and retellings of classics, rather than studios curating fresh, new ideas that actually intrigue audiences and revamp the genre? Is that getting you all hot and bothered?”

You bark out a laugh, freeing yourself from his grip to cup your hands over his cheeks, drawing him closer to ghost your lips over his own. “Totally. It's so sexy when you talk about how real skeletons were used in Poltergeist because it was cheaper than making fake ones, or how the liquid nitrogen kill in Jason X is completely unrealistic."

He grins against your lips as he seals the gap between you, hands falling to settle in the dip of your waist as your own slink around his neck–carding through his hair when his fingers find the hem of your shirt and crawl beneath the fabric.

“I knew you were the one for me.”

You part from him slowly, twirling a lock of his hair around your finger as you meet his softened stare for a tick before you avert your gaze, teeth gently tugging at your bottom lip.

“Erik?”

He brings a hand up to cradle the side of your face, brushing a thumb over your cheek. “What's that look for, hmm? Everything okay, babe?”

You nod carefully, leaning into his touch–gingerly wrapping your fingers around his wrist as you gaze up at him with wide, anxious eyes.

“I'm still nervous about meeting your family. I can't stop thinking that I'm gonna do something to make them hate me.”

He plants a kiss to your forehead, the pad of his thumb stroking along your cheekbone. “Like I said–everything is gonna be fine. There is nothing you can do to make my family hate you. Anything you can think of, I've probably already done.”

You hum quietly, but he can tell his words still aren't convincing enough.

Sighing, he pulls you in to kiss you–this time with a newfound fervor as he presses you flush against him, his free hand grabbing at your hip.

Dragging his lips across your jaw, he leads a line of kisses down your neck, nipping at the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Erik, what are you doing?” You question him quietly, but the mere fact that you do nothing to stop him speaks volumes.

“Helping you relax.” His beard tickles your throat as he mouths at your flushed skin, groping you through your thin tank. “C'mon, we've got time. Knowing my brother and sister, they're probably more trouble than help down there.”

Pressing your palms to his chest, a soft mewl escapes you when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, soothing the deep mark with a kiss before a hand is forcing his head back up to press your lips to his–tangling your fingers in his hair once more as he spins the two of you to press your back up against his door.

Reaching a hand down between the two of you, he easily unbuckles his belt, leaving it open just enough to pop the button of his jeans. His teeth tug at your bottom lip as he cups that same hand over your cunt–though the thick denim prevents his fingers from providing you any pleasure.

“Take these off,” he mutters against you, helping you unbutton the article, inching the tight fabric down your hips.

Now you're really regretting wearing skinny jeans, immensely struggling to shed the garment.

Finally managing to step out of them, he momentarily parts from you to eye your choice of panties–a thin, bright red lacy pair with a tiny bow at the front–smirking at you as he hooks a finger in the waistband.

“Nice choice.”

Rolling your eyes, you pull him back in by the collar of his shirt, muffling a whine against his lips when he stuffs his hand between your thighs–the tips of his middle and ring finger gently rubbing at you, no doubt feeling the wet patch of lace. Nudging your chin, he directs his attention to your neck once more–sticking wet kisses across your warm skin as you clutch at his shoulders.

“Turn around.”

Slowly pivoting to face away from him, he presses himself against your back–pinning your chest to the door as he slips his hand beneath your panties, coating his fingers in your slick when they rub at your needy clit–clamping a hand over your mouth and muffling a whine against his palm.

“Shh…wouldn't want anyone to know what we're doing, would we?” He teases with a kiss to your shoulder, his words searing into your skin.

Sinking two fingers into you, he responds to your desperate cries with wet, open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck–a groan rumbling deep in his throat when you push your hips back into him.

“Fuck, you're lucky we gotta make this quick, otherwise that little move would've gotten you begging and fucking crying for me to touch you,” he hisses, warm breath fanning against your ear.

Freeing his cock from beneath his boxers, he briefly retracts his hand from your face to pull your panties aside, dragging the tip up along your folds achingly slowly.

“Erik, please,” is all you manage to croak out before he unceremoniously buries himself inside you, his hand returning to stifle your moans when he bottoms out, gnawing at his bottom lip as he bites back a noise of his own.

His other hand grips your hip tightly, his fingernails digging into your flesh as he draws back, nearly pulling out before sinking all the way back in–deliberate and unhurried as he rocks his hips back and forth. He hushes you when you mumble something into the palm of his hand, propping his chin on your shoulder to whisper into your ear.

“I know, shhh–just be good and take what I give you.”

Slinking his hand over your hip and down your stomach, his fingers slowly circle your clit–earning a pitiful cry as your brows furrow, teeth chomping down on your bottom lip as you press your forehead against the wood. His hips snap into you in rhythm with the roll of his fingers, rocking your weakening body against the door–your knees threatening to buckle beneath you as your hands claw at his arms.

A loud knock at the door startles the both of you–freezing as a voice calls out behind it.

“Erik, dinner's ready! Get your ass out here!”

Closing his eyes, his nostrils flare as he uses every ounce of his strength to keep from losing his sanity. “We'll be down in a goddamn minute!” Dropping his forehead to your shoulder, he curses himself, pulling his hands away to settle over your waist. “We'll finish this later.”

You whine softly as he pulls out, still catching your breath as you fix your panties and sluggishly pull on your jeans–watching in slight amusement as he attempts to hide his erection in those incredibly tight skinny jeans, tugging a hand through his hair as he groans.

“Leave it to me to get fucking cock-blocked by my own family.”

You reach out to unlock the doorknob, but he catches you before you can step out of the room.

“What?”

“Put this on. You got marks all over you.”

You take the hoodie from his hands, eyeing the imprint of his teeth on your shoulder and glaring at him as you tug the garment over your head. “Kinky motherfucker.”

He holds the sides of your face, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose as he smirks at you. “But I'm your kinky motherfucker.” Twisting the lock, he pulls open the door, guiding you out of the room with a hand at the small of your back. “Let's just get this shit over with.”

The dinner went without a hitch–aside from the obvious tension between the two of you as he sits there with the worst case of blue-balls probably ever documented, his words short and tight as the ache in his jeans grows increasingly painful the longer the meal goes on.

Finally able to retreat back to his bedroom, he nearly rips the door of its hinges when he slams it shut, locking it just as quickly and turning to watch you plop onto his bed, sighing as you spread out on the mattress.

“That went so much better than I ever could have imagined.”

He grunts at that, slowly crossing the room. “Told you so.”

Propping yourself onto your side, you peer up at him, brows pinching together when you catch the way he's looking at you–his icy eyes now dark in the dim light, but you're sure it's not entirely just the incandescents’ doing. “You okay, babe?” Gaze flickering down, you immediately get the answer you were looking for. “Oh. I see.”

He crawls over you on the bed, nudging you onto your back as he leans down to kiss you–wasting no time as he fumbles with the buckle of his belt, tugging it out from the loops and tossing it off the side of the bed.

“You have no idea how fucking miserable that dinner was for me. I had to sit there for almost an hour and act like I wasn't going fucking insane. Look at what you fucking do to me.”

He grabs your hand, pressing your palm to the bulge in his pants, shuddering at the sensation of the scratchy denim rubbing him through the thin cotton of his boxers.

“Well, whose fault is that, babe? You're the one who wanted me to ‘relax’.”

His eyebrows furrow as you push your hand against him, letting your fingers pop the button and tug the zipper down–pushing the waistband of his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free, leaking and flushed angrily as it bobs, begging for your attention–the silver barbell crudely slicked and dripping with precum.

He litters your neck in hot, open-mouthed kisses as his fingers clumsily pull off your jeans, your panties following as he discards the garments somewhere off the bed–slotting a hand between your thighs to let his fingers rub gracelessly over your clit, pulling a keen from your throat.

“Can't wait any longer. Need to be inside you.” It's less of a request and more of a statement–as he drags the head of his cock through your folds, the slickness easily letting him sink into you with one slow rut of his hips.

His fingers rub uncoordinated circles into your clit, his unoccupied hand propping himself up above you as his lips find yours once more, a low moan melting on your tongue as your hands tangle in his hair–gently tugging a fistfull.

His movements are sloppy and rushed, chasing the high that's just outside of his reach–his hips stuttering and losing what semblance of a pace he's got going whenever your walls clench around him, muttering slurred curses into your flushed skin.

“‘M not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that.” His forehead drops to your shoulder, sighing as your fingernails scrape against his scalp. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You whine when his fingers retreat to instead hook his hand under the back of your knee–but your words of protest die on your tongue when he pins your leg back, the shift in angle allowing him to sink deeper–his piercing dragging against that sweet spot inside you.

“Just like that, Erik,” you sigh breathily, pulling his hair to bring his face up to yours–pressing a feverish kiss to his lips.

His hips snap against you a few more times–rough and deep–before he stills, fingers digging into your flesh as he comes, his chest heaving against your own.

He sluggishly raises himself above you, earning a soft, desperate mewl as he pulls out–eyeing the mess that spills onto his sheets.

“Erik, wait–”

He quiets you with a kiss, settling a hand at the back of your neck.

“Don't worry, babe. I'm not done with you yet. Just relax.”

Raking his hand up your thigh, he lets his fingers pick up as much as they can, stuffing themselves inside as your legs fall open–a silent welcome as your back curls off the mattress, heavy eyelids falling shut as you bite down on your bottom lip.

His thumb joins to massage your clit, and you stifle a pathetic cry into the back of your hand when he curls his fingers, wrapping your other hand around his forearm and driving your fingernails into his skin as he nestles his face into the crook of your neck–sticking small kisses across your warm skin.

“Go ahead and touch yourself, babe. Make yourself come on my fingers.”

Heedlessly, the hand over your mouth falls to roll your fingers over your clit to replace his thumb, hips bucking at the feeling.

The room is filled with your breathless pants and whines, along with the quiet ‘plap’ of his hand against your cunt with every thrust of his fingers–fucking the mixture of slick and cum back into you.

You come with a broken whimper, thighs trembling and clamping together as he raises his head and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, the hand behind your head moving to comb your hair out of your face.

Slowly removing his fingers from between your thighs, he wipes his hand on the sheets before sitting back on his heels–tucking himself back into his boxers and moving to stand from the bed.

“Where're you going?”

He glances at you as he buckles his belt, grinning at the way you peer at him with half-lidded eyes, fighting to keep them open.

“To get a wet rag and clean you up. It's the least I could do after finger-fucking you.”

You make a noise of disgust, scrunching your nose. “Jesus, don't say it like that. It's so vulgar.”

He smirks down at you. “Babe, do you even know who you're dating? ‘Vulgar’ is my middle goddamn name.”

You roll your eyes, waving him away. “Hurry up. I'm starting to feel gross and sticky.”

He catches your hand with a grin, planting a kiss to your knuckles before slipping out of the room–whistling casually beyond the closed door, leaving you to question how exactly you've come to tolerate such a character as eccentric as him.

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