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hoffmanxfurthermore · 16 days ago

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Make Me Disappear

(Erik Campbell x reader)

Content: piercings (including genital piercings), stranger hookup, public-ish hookup (in a business but it’s after hours), female/afab reader, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, teasing, cunnilingus, mentions of death, mentions of breakup, mentions of consuming alcoholic beverages, Erik being dominant/reader being submissive, aftercare

Author's Note: this is my first one after not having written in like, a year. Welcome to my comeback xD idek if this is good but I will let yall be the judge of that! <3 also. I only watched the movie once and I swear he had his tongue pierced too but apparently he does not lol.

Word count: 3.4k

“I want to get my tongue pierced. I don’t know. It seems like an impulsive move, I know. But like, I can always take it out if I don’t like it. Not like I’m getting a tattoo or anything.”

It’s a warm night in mid-May, unusual for the usually rainy Pacific Northwest during this time of year. Shadows in the park grow longer as the sun sets. The atmosphere quietens, people scarce as the day comes to an end. You two are among the few still in the park.

“I mean, I’ve seen people doing worse after a breakup. Permanent tattoos, shaving their heads…” She smiles at you as you head back to her car, ready for a girl’s night with horror movies, pizza, and lots of drinking. You need it after the week you’ve had.

The next morning, you wake up, confident with your decision. You’d decided not to drink last night as to not wake up feeling like shit. Your best friend was ecstatic at the fact of having all the alcohol to herself. It shows, too. She’s still passed out cold beside you. Careful not to disrupt her slumber, you slip out of bed and head to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Just before you leave, you fill up a tall glass with water and place it on her bedside table, along with a couple of ibuprofens for her to take whenever she wakes up.

That evening, you step into Bloodlines Ink, a place you found on Google Maps that has the highest rating. A lot of reviews mentioned an Erik Campbell. Apparently, he’s “the best piercer in Portland.” It was about a 35-minute drive, but you don’t mind the drive. Driving helps to clear your head.

Your ex, who hates piercings on women for some reason, called you twice during the drive. Both times, you hit the fuck you button on him. You’re doing this, you decide. He won’t come trying to crawl back to you if you have a piece of metal in your mouth.

“How can I help you?” the man at the front desk asks as you walk up.

“Do you take walk ins? I want to get my tongue pierced. I’ve heard good things about one of your guys. Erik?”

“You’re in luck. Erik just had a cancellation,” he chuckles, “Erik! Feel like doing one more before you leave?” he shouts behind him.

A man dressed in black, with shaggy hair, tattoos, and a septum piercing, walks up. Holy shit, you think. He’s hot as fuck. His blue eyes seem to glow under the ceiling lights as he shakes your hand. You introduce yourself, trying not to sound nervous.

Not nervous about the piercing, nervous about if you’ll accidentally say something stupid to him and embarrass yourself. He cocks his head at you, motioning for him to follow you to his station.

Erik hands you the consent form to fill out, takes your identification card, and goes over the process of the piercing and the aftercare. You can barely focus because, holy fuck. He even has his own tongue pierced, and you wonder how it would feel on you…

“Erik! I’m done for the night. Lock up when you’re done, will you?” Erik’s boss bellows to him from the front, wrapping his body in a black jacket. Erik simply nods, determined to finish what he’s started.

And maybe take it further.

The bright neon lights in the shop window shut off as Erik’s boss leaves the shop. You glance over at Erik, who has a scowl on his face.

“I come in as a favour, my old man just died, and now they want me to lock up. Unbelievable,” he mutters to himself as he picks up the clamp and rips open the packaging.

Your curiosity eats at you, but you decide that Erik probably doesn’t want to speak of it. He probably only came into work to take his mind from it. But nonetheless, you feel pity for him. You suddenly feel bad for internally lusting over this man you just met.

“I’m sorry about your father,” you manage as you stare into his eyes.

The look in his eyes says he doesn’t wish to talk about it, so you lean back in the soft leather chair.

“Let’s do this,” you say with confidence, mostly, a hint of nervousness in your voice.

Your heart races as he grips your tongue between his latex clad fingers, picking up the clamp and gripping the muscle tightly with it.

Just a pinch, lasting shorter than a second, and it’s over. Just like that. You’re surprised at how fast it was.

“Alright, I’ve already told you all about the aftercare. Swish with salt water, avoid spicy, acidic, and hot foods, no alcohol,” his eyes meet yours, “No kissing or oral sexual contact. It’s all on that paper I gave you.” His voice is low and sultry. “Lightly sucking on some ice can help with the pain and swelling.”

“Okay,” you say with a slight giggle as you start to stand up, “I guess I should go now before I start to drool all over your floor ha-ha.”

“Too late, you’ve been drooling since the second you sat down in my chair. I notice things.”

You can’t deny that he’s right… Fuck. You didn’t mean to be so obvious. Goddammit.

“I gotta go.” You’re desperate to leave at this point, embarrassed as fuck. What were you thinking? You literally just got out of a relationship two days ago.

Before you can take two steps, Erik makes a show out of snapping the latex gloves off his hands. He doesn’t say a word, but he stops you in your tracks anyways. His eyes are dark.

Seductive.

Erik’s hand rests on his belt buckle. You’re frozen in place. The air is suddenly unbelievably thick as he slowly looks you up and down. You suddenly feel exposed, despite being fully clothed in simple jeans and a t shirt.

“You’ve been eye fucking me since the second you laid eyes on me,” he murmurs, “So, are you going to leave, or stay and finish what you started?”

Seconds seem like hours as you simply stare at him, completely at a loss for words. Just his fucking stare alone is making you feel needy. You can already feel your arousal building.

“Fuck it,” you finally say, and before he can protest, your hands are in his hair and you’re kissing him hard. Wincing from the fresh piercing in your tongue, but you ignore it as he grips your hips, pushing you back down into the chair. His grip is almost hard enough to bruise, his nails leaving little crescent shaped indents in your soft skin.

“Guess you’re staying then,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. His hands travel all over your body, sliding under your shirt, skimming your sides, his thumbs grazing over the swell of your chest like he’s trying to memorise the feel of you.

“Tell me to stop,” he says between nips to your neck, “or I’m not holding back.”

Your breath catches. You should be stopping him. The timing is terrible, this is just a distraction for both of you. You, with your recent breakup, and him, having just lost his father. You should care about that. But you don’t. You’re too far gone now. High on the way he smells like heat and ink and adrenaline. Lost in the way his touch makes your skin tingle.

Your whole body is lit up like a live wire, just from him. In this moment, stopping is nowhere near crossing your mind.

“Don’t.” Your voice is breathy, hoarse. “Don’t stop.”

Without skipping a beat, Erik’s hands are under your shirt once more as he pulls it from your body and drops it to the tiled floor beneath you. The leather chair is cool on your skin as you lean back, allowing Erik full access to your body.

A low growl escapes Erik’s throat as he wastes no time working to get your jeans undone. You silently curse yourself for wearing skintight jeans as you lift your hips up to assist him. But he takes his time removing them, his fingernails intentionally scratching at your thighs lightly. Giggling, you quickly kick off your Vans so your jeans can be taken off easily.

“Fuck,” you breathe. Your arousal is already starting to show as a damp spot in the middle of your pink lacey underwear. Erik notices it too. His fingertips lightly trace over your mound, causing you to shudder and involuntarily buck your hips up.

“Someone’s excited,” he says teasingly, tracing his fingertips along the waistband of your panties, slowly and sensually. Your fingers claw at his shirt, desperate to tear it off his body as his lips leave light kisses all over your throat and collarbone, his scruffy facial hair tickling your skin in just the right way.

His black shirt hits the floor, and he leans back so you can admire his body as he makes a show of unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his tight, black jeans. He’s teasing you, and, fuck, he’s doing it so well. He’s practically giving you a strip tease like a dancer at a club.

You gasp as he lowers his pants. You can see the outline of his cock through his red underwear. It’s hard, throbbing, and… is that a piercing at the tip?! Fuck. You feel the wetness pooling between your legs just at the simple thought of feeling it inside of you.

Wanting nothing more than to feel it in the back of your throat, you lunge at him, eager to rip the only remaining piece of clothing off his body. But lightning fast, he grabs your wrists.

“Not so fast. You’ve got a fresh tongue ring. Remember, I said no sexual activity for two months,” he growls at you. You pout as he releases your wrists, only to swiftly reach behind you to unclip your bra. Your breasts bounce free as he tosses the garment behind him, doing the same with your underwear next.

“Maybe when it’s healed,” you purr seductively, opening your legs just slightly.

“Maybe,” he growls in response as his fingertips graze your cunt. It’s like a shot of electricity shooting through your body, making you pulse with need. Erik chuckles as he holds his finger up, slick with your arousal. With wide eyes, you watch as he brings the digit to his mouth, his pierced tongue slowly lapping up your wetness.

“Mmmmm, fuck,” he groans.

Holy fuck. That’s so hot. You moan just at the sight of him doing that… Erik making eye contact with you while he did it did not help at all. Your thighs clench around nothing, you want nothing more at this point to feel him between your quivering legs.

“You taste so fucking good,” he says, lowers his head, “I think I want more.”

“Oh fuck,” you breathe, “Take whatever you want from me, please, Erik,” you beg desperately. You didn’t mean to say that, overtaken by lust, but Erik just looks at you with dark eyes.

“Oh, I will…” he simply growls before he immediately dives in. Before you can even think, his head is between your legs. Licking, sucking, and nibbling at your most sensitive spots.

“Fuck!” … you were not expecting him to just take you like that.

He eats your pussy like it’s the first meal he’s had in weeks. He’s so fucking good at it… God, you’re seconds away from coming already. The way he moans and groans from your taste doesn’t help your case at all. His fucking tongue piercing seems to add onto the pleasure… you’ve never been with anybody who’s had… those piercings before.

“Erik! Oh god, fuck!” you yell, your fingers gripping your hair as you buck your hips up to exacerbate the pressure, the friction, the passion. Erik grips your hip with one hand as his other hand reaches between your legs, and you feel two long fingers slide inside your slick pussy.

You’re going to come right now if he doesn’t stop, you swear…

Erik hums against you as his fingers press your g spot repeatedly, sending a shockwave through your entire body. You yank at his hair so hard; you can feel stands snapping off in your grip as your other hand grips the edge of the chair you’re sprawled out in. Goosebumps cover your body, and your breath hitches.

“Fuck! Erik!” you cry as the overstimulation takes over your body. You clench your quivering thighs together, and only when you shove his head away with all your might does he look up at you, a shit eating grin stretched on his face.

You’re shaking, breathing heavily, barely able to think about anything other than the mind-blowing orgasm this man just gave you from his mouth and fingers alone. Fuck.

“Tell me you want more,” he begs, “because I sure as fuck do.”

“Yes… please... I want you,” you breathe, still trying to catch your breath. You can’t think of anything else, all you want is Erik Campbell.

And he’s about to give you all of him.

“All of me huh?” His voice is so fucking low and velvety… “Don’t say that unless you really mean it.”

He immediately pulls your hips forward. In all of that, you hadn’t even noticed that he’d removed his underwear. You glance down and… He’s even bigger than when you saw the outline. Thick. At least seven inches. With a fucking Prince Albert piercing… Oh God.

You quickly lean forward, grabbing the back of his hair and pull him into you, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Fucking take me, Erik,” you gasp as you feel him throbbing against your clit. He adjusts his hips, so his tip is just teasing your soaking opening.

He pushes inside of you. Slowly, at first. It burns deliciously as you stretch around him, inch by inch. His piercing adds extra sensation, making you moan loudly.

“Fuck,” he groans, “you’re so tight, I can feel your heartbeat.”

“I can… feel you, too,” you gasp as your body adjusts to his size. He bottoms out inside you and doesn’t move. You both just breathe, heavy and tangled in each other. Then he pulls out and pushes back in you. The pleasure tears through you like lightning.

Your thighs’ grip around his hips tightens, and you grind your hips up into him. You’ve never felt anything like this before, and you’re determined to feel every little bit of it that you can.

You moan incoherently as he moves at a slow pace. Your legs shake as that damn piece of metal rubs against the inside of you, intensifying the feeling, rubbing every sensitive spot inside of you.

Taking your noises as encouragement, he picks up speed. One hand grips your hip, holding you down, the other holding your leg up as he fully sheaths inside of you.

Your mouth flops open, your eyes roll back. You’ve never been cock drunk like this before. You feel the heat pooling in your lower abdomen… You’re going to come again. It’s coming on hard and fast.

“Harder, fuck, please Erik!” you whine, chasing that high you so desperately need, for the second time.

He leans down, his mouth meeting your right nipple as he thrusts faster. Goosebumps sprinkle all over your body and you scream a second time as another orgasm takes over your body.

You can barely catch your breath before he yanks out of you. Grabbing your hips, firm and commanding, he forces you to roll over so you’re on all fours. You look behind you, staring him in his eyes as he lines up with your entrance once more.

“Fuck, look at you…” he says in a low voice as his fingers slowly trail down your spine. Your shaking legs can barely hold you up at this point, but you force yourself to hold steady. You want everything he has to offer you, and you’ll be damned if you give up this fast.

Erik yanks your ass up swiftly and slams his hips up against you, the slapping sound reverberating through the shop. He grips your waist so hard that you fear it may leave bruises.

“This is all mine now,” he growls as he slides his cock into you once more, “every trembling inch of you.” His voice is low, possessive. He thrusts into you, hard. This new angle has you shaking as his piercing hits your cervix, dragging a moan from your throat.

“I’m… Yours…” you gasp as he fucks into you relentlessly. You make a mental note to get this man’s number after all of this because, holy shit, he’s amazing.

“Don’t hold back on me now, I want to hear every noise I can pull out of you,” he says as he grabs your hair, pulling your head back so you can’t try to bury your face into the soft cushion of the chair.

You’re about to come once more, and he can tell, because he just stops all movement right before you crash over the edge.

“Erik,” you whine desperately, looking back to meet his eyes, “Don’t stop, please!”

“If you want it so bad, fucking work for it.” He smirks at you, enjoying how desperate you are. Your thighs are burning and threatening to collapse under you, but you muster up your last bit of energy and slam yourself back on him, chasing your own climax. Finding a rhythm, you continue to move, each stroke bringing you closer and closer…

“Just like that,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with need, “You’re driving me insane, y/n…”

Just hearing your name on his lips causes the knot inside you to finally snap, and you just know your voice is going to be hoarse in the morning from the way you’re screaming his name. Trembling violently, your legs buckle as you begin to collapse, but Erik wraps his arms around you as he thrusts deep. Once, twice, three times… A low groan, followed by a “Fuck!” escapes his lips as you feel his dick throb and spills his release inside you.

Gasping deeply as you come down, you finally collapse onto the chair as he pulls out of you. Oh god, you really hope things aren’t awkward now. You know it’s only a one-night stand, but like, you really hope he will want to see you again because nobody has ever done to you what Erik has done to you tonight.

As you catch your breath and your thoughts become coherent again, Erik brings a warm, wet paper towel between your legs to gently clean up his cum that’s started to dribble out of you. You hadn’t even noticed that he got up, you were so out of it. He discards the soiled towel and grabs your hand, slowly helping you up into a sitting position.

You’re sweaty, your throat is raw, and your legs are literally shaking.

“Drink this,” he says, handing you a cup of ice-cold water. Chugging it down, you watch Erik as he collects your clothing from the floor. Still crouching, he looks up at you.

“You good?” he asks, reaching a hand out and brushing your damp hair away from your forehead.

You nod slowly. “Yeah, I’m… good. Just…” You contemplate your next words, “That was really good, and… I’d love to see you again after tonight.” Fuck it, like, the worst he can say is no.

Erik smiles at you. “I was just thinking the same.”

You can barely contain your excitement as you hand him your phone to put his number in. Erik hands it back, then helps you to stand up so you can get dressed, standing next to you to make sure you’re okay. You almost want to cry at the sentiment; most dudes you hook up with simply just give you like a minute to collect your shit and go.

He softly kisses your temple as he wishes you a good night, walking you to your car.

The next morning, you wake in your own bed, already smiling from the memories of last night. God, you couldn’t wait to see him again… As you unlock your phone, your news app displays the headline “Tattoo shop Bloodlines Ink burns down.”

The same shop you were at last night.

A gasp catches in your throat. Your blood runs cold. You can’t move. Your eyes well up with tears.

“Erik…”

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scoupssolo · 3 years ago

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Lolol i mean you can be Sherlock Holmes if you want xD (personally I don't wanna reveal myself yet? I would love too in the future but for now enjoy my circle round face with sunglasses anon self lol. That and I like sending nice asks as anon? We need more happy vibes so I love doing that!)

Omg yes! Listen, listen I felt bad when I watched ready to love because I sat there, nodding my head and when it ended I was like thats it? That is all? From my kings!? So ngl it soured my mood or well at first, I watched the first performance and then listened to it normally (correction. 8d version with volume up to max on my headphones lol) and I had a whole different opinion haha. That mv is a weird one like don't get me wrong, it has pretty moments like Vernon's scene is my favorite but what was that mv even about? Like homemade YouTube mvs look better than this!! Sometimes it be like that, some aspect of a comeback might make you feel a bit different prior to listening to a song or album I noticed or maybe thats just me. Not you thinking of cc moments while watching xD I can't judge because same! (Now if my idea works is a whole other topic lol) agreed!! I do like to also wait for proper lyrics for songs because they do help sometimes for context of a song, of course its fine to not know. You can easily bop to a song just like that but what can I say? I like knowing stuff lol

King behavior indeed!! Like I shall say, chan doing that is giving me fnaf creator vibes and good on him. Take what people say you aren't good at and make profit out of that. Improve that, show them like "and what about it"? *hair flip* plus kinda relating to the topic of noise music but like can some of yall chill with saying noise music is bad? It isn't yall are just far too picky than marvel fans or something.

Ah yes, lee know *gently pushes chan and shines spotlight on dancey dance boy* when I saw some people comment about how some don't think he isn't a good dancer in my young days as a stay, I was confused like have you guys NOT seen his skill!? While no one can top taemin level (he is a whole other level of an artist like can be comeback please?) He is and I do mean, TRULY a fantastic dancer. Now I am no dancer myself but he has very precise technique which isn't stiff and that sometimes can be tricky to do i think? He uses what he needs to use when required, like yes he isn't very expressive but that is what people are missing!! He does it subtle and when he does he KNOWS what he is doing. A subtle smirk, a tilt of the head. It is classy! It is suave, it is lee know *slams hands on table* but when he goes all out, oh he GOEESSS! Maniac is a good example and a nice way to show he has amazing stage presence, like him ending the song i was punching the air in happiness and no matter how many performances I watch I always get excited like in the words of wonwoo, show me what you got boy!

In conclusion, svt and skz are dancing kings and I don't make the rules. But good question, venom I am super curious dance wise like you can do so much imo! (Also if I may ask, do you plan on seeing them?) As for darling, maybe because I like such concepts and songs it was very much a song I quickly liked!! For an English song, this is good! It is a nice song, fun lil road trip type song that I can see myself playing! I do know it was trending mv wise for me a bit like it was on the 15th spot so I was happy! They may not be promoting it alot which I think is smart? It is a presingle like hit yes but while hit was to promote. I believe darling is a gift for fans more ya know?

omg no i am willing to wait til youre ready always <3

omg so I don't know if you watch mv reactions but reacttothek reacted to maniac today and like the way they talked about how much the song turns on itself is SO cool, especially cause they talk from such a musical perspective (and im clueless with that stuff) and i just sit there and watch them get so excited about the beat and im like god chris would LOVE how they're reacting to this! heres a link just in case you wanna see <3 cause they also talk about chris using sounds in songs and how skz is so good at that hehe

GOD minho just DRIVES me insane with how amazing hes dancing, i saw the svt movie yesterday and they put Dino's performance of zero in it and i want those two to dance together SO BAD i think they could choreograph the most AMAZING thing and i think their dancing would mix together so well it would be so GOOD

OK OK ABOUT THE VENOM CHOREO theres this little clip of minho subtly doing choreo and from it ALONE im like give me the realllll thing! its making me assume theyre gonna do it on tour ahbusfjing

and omg yes i think darling is a really good summer song its gonna be soo good to play all summer like SO fun! and yes im so glad theyre not trying to promote an english song, just cause im afraid it could go ick lol but yeah im SO pumped for the new album (even if the number of pcs makes me wanna rip my hair out) i dont like the concept pics but its giving me a dark concept vibe MORE which is what i want so so bad :D

ok this is an essay so i'll talk to you soon bestie<3

#drm.ask #anon #skz anon

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