#eric derekson imagine

[dapperappleton]

Imagine flirting with Eric

“Hey cutie, mind passing the sugar?”

“Are-are y-y-you talking.. to me?” He was already blushing and all you had done was call him a cutie.

“Yup. I don’t see any other people as cute as you around.” You shrugged, looking around for added effect and saw Wilford peeking out from behind a corner jumping and clapping silently. “Still need that sugar, even though it��s not as sweet as you.”

A quiet squeal cane from Wilford’s direction. Eric turned around, face and ears blood red, and saw Wilford. He startled and scurried out of the room. Wilford came over to you, still bouncing around.

“That’s farther than I thought you would get!” He smiled brightly. “Usually that kid can’t even stand someone looking at him let alone flirting.”

“Oh, quiet. You were the one that ruined it. He ran off when he saw you.” You looked at where Eric had made a quick exit. “I’ll ask him out one day.”

[spookyold-saintjm]

Coffee

Fluff 40: “Are you flirting with me?”

From this prompt list. (requests closed for now!)

I guess I should actually finish these, huh? My mind’s been a little all over the place lately. I changed the prompt a bit but here you go! Eric tries really hard, stop being a grump and love him already. 😉

Eric Derekson x reader

—

Yancy said this would work.

He promised it would work.

Oh, god, it better work.

It was simple, really. Everyone knew how particular you were about having your coffee in the morning. Made just right, the same way in the same mug at the same time every single day. You didn’t speak, didn’t participate in the goings-on of the world around you, until about halfway through that cup.

On this particular morning, Eric was determined to switch that up a bit.

He was crouched down at the counter with furrowed brows, biting his bottom lip in concentration as he watched the cream pour slowly, slowly, from the pitcher in his hand and into your cup. He had to get just the right amount…or you would notice. And no one wanted the aftermath of what you became when your coffee routine was tampered with. 

Your drowsy, heavy steps approached down the hall, a sound that Eric knew was unmistakably you. He quickly finished his work and scrambled to clean up his mess, putting away the cream and sugar and practically jumping to stand with his back to the counter, concealing your cup as you stepped into the kitchen.

He wanted to melt at the sight of you, although he was certain you’d argue the fact with him. Your sleep pants nearly dragged the ground as you shuffled further into the room, dark circles of sleep still lingering below your eyes, one strap of your tank top falling off your shoulder. 

But you were still one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen.

“G-good morning!” he tried, sending a small smile your way.

“Hm.” You murmured, absently lifting a hand in greeting as you walked toward the cabinet where you always kept your coffee cup, and Eric suddenly realized what a horrible, horrible idea this was.

Doing his best to ignore his sudden urge to faint, he reached a hand out, almost stepping to lay a hand on your shoulder. He recoiled at the last second, knowing that touching you before coffee was definitely off-limits.

“Hey, uh, y/n, actually I—”

You stared at the empty space in the cabinet far longer than probably necessary, your mind still adjusting to the world of the living for the day.

You spun, slowly, meeting Eric’s wide, nervous eyes with a stare so dull and dark he wasn’t sure he was going to get through to you in there.

“Where is it.” You pointed behind you, your words still hardly above a mumble but Eric heard them like you’d put a megaphone to his ear.

“Uh—so—ah, okay fine!” He stepped to the side, revealing your perfectly filled mug sitting on the counter he’d been standing against. 

“You said…you said you had a busy day today, so I thought I would…help…”

Eric’s words trailed off as you’d stepped across the kitchen, your shoulder brushing against his as you reached for your cup. You looked down and studied the steaming, caramel-colored liquid with a squint. 

You glanced between Eric and the coffee and back again, and Eric was fairly certain he would have dropped to the floor if he hadn’t been gripping the counter behind him to keep himself stable.

He held his breath as you slowly lifted the cup to your lips, taking a single, tentative sip and pulling away. You blinked a couple times as you glanced down at the cup once more.

And then took a another, longer sip.

Eric straightened himself as you turned toward him, your face unreadable minus the faintest upward twitch of the corner of your mouth.

“If you’re trying to flirt with me…it’s working.”

“Wh—I…” Eric reached up to nervously run a hand through the dark curls of his hair. While your directness was something he admired and aspired for in himself, it sometimes still took him aback when you directed it his way.

You put the cup to your lips again, raising your eyebrows at him in anticipation of his reply as you sipped the warm drink.

Eric’s cheeks turned pink as he attempted an answer. “I w-wanted you to have a good day, today.”

Your smile was full this time when you pulled the mug away from your lips, and swiftly leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on Eric’s cheek.

“I will now.” You turned, your hand briefly resting atop Eric’s shoulder in a silent gesture of thanks as you walked away. Though your eyes were still adjusting to the light of the day, Eric could have swore they sparkled as you looked back at him a final time before turning the corner and heading back upstairs to your room, leaving his heart beating out of his chest and his fingers running along the spot where your lips had met his skin.

He had to go find Yancy, now. Clearly, he was on to something.

[meloncalic]

Hey uh, if you can is it okay as a request for the blorbos thing (if I ain't late), if you do my boy Eric Dereckson? I haven't seen much of him around lately and I wanna just yk... See him in the ✨spotlight✨

i completely agree, anon!! there needs to be more of this lil sweetheart <33

also hope ya like it!! also yes "blorbo requests" kinda stopped themselves and i sorta soft "closed" them but you just asked so nicely anon i couldn't not <33

but regular requests are still open!! (i already have a couple of egos ive never really posted/drawn!! so that outta be fun) 

they just might be single doodles instead of the few sketches that i included with the blorbo round (if that makes sense??)

[iplier-memes]

It’s time…

[the-moon-pal]

Eric but with those wings that I don't understand but i like the aesthetic

[thomothysdoodles]

@ambigiousgelpens reblogged a funny post and um yeah

(The post in question)

[ijwrff]

Day 2-Presents (Erik)

This will be difficult. You glanced around the mall, racking your mind for any information about your best friend and boyfriend Erik in order to find the perfect present. He always carried around the handkerchief his mother left him, but what could compete with that? You shake your head, walking into the nearest store and hoping that window shopping would at the very least give you some ideas. 

It did not. He likes his clothes and isn’t picky with them, so clothing was out of the way. With that in mind, you ignore the clothing stores to find something more appropriate. Erik was never one for video games, they were too stressful on him. Sometimes even if he was only watching you or the others playing he would get stressed all the same. 

After over three hours of mindlessly searching you were about to give up. Something caught your eye, and you were unsure why. What was so special about this item? In all, it wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t intriguing, and rather ordinary. Maybe...that was why. It was ordinary, but you could work with that. Erik wasn’t a flashy man, he appreciated the little things in life...like this. Only a small dent in your wallet and it was all yours! It was worth it knowing you had gotten the perfect present from the one that meant so much to you. 

It wasn’t difficult to hide it from him, despite your shared residency as the gift itself was relatively small. He was also not the kind of person to look through your things, he had too much respect for you to do something like that. Now, finding the perfect box small enough for it was slightly more difficult. You would have expected it to come in a box, but perhaps because of where you bought it from, it only came in a small brand bag. 

The largest problem was that it was incomplete on it’s own. Unfortunately...you had to speak with a man that made you furious. You had to speak to Erik’s father in order to get what was missing from what would soon be the perfect present. He barely gave you word of acknowledgement, stating he was too busy for...whatever you intended to do, so he left you alone for the most part. He allowed you access to any room but his own, telling you “see yourself out” when you were finished. It was one of the most challenging things you had to do in your life to keep your snide comments about his parenting and attitude to yourself. But you managed. Now all that was left was wrapping the gift and presenting it to Erik on Christmas. 

You weren’t the most experienced in wrapping, but you gave it your best shot. If you were being honest, you knew Erik would love whatever you gave him no matter the packaging. Despite this, you wanted to show you put a lot of thought and effort into the gift, even down to the little details like wrapping. You wrote a cute note stating how much you loved him on a card to pin to the present with a small bow, and waiting for the holiday in question to arrive. 

Keeping the gift itself from him may have been easy...but keeping something from him was much more difficult. He had long gathered you were getting a present for him for Christmas, and anxiously pestered you about what it could be. He would ask what it was, or for hints, before reeling back and apologizing for bothering you about it so much. He was an anxious mess most of the time, but if that wasn’t one of the most endearing things you had ever seen then all be damned. 

Normally he was a light sleeper, constantly anxious and aware of his surroundings, so chances are he would wake up before you, only to cuddle closer until you were ready to wake up on your own. You had tried telling him he was more than welcome to wake you up whenever he couldn't sleep so you could stay up with him, or help him to get back to resting himself, but he adamantly refused saying he was used to it. The morning of Christmas, this was not the case. 

You awoke to Erik carefully nudging you, planting a quick kiss on your cheek before going back to gently nudging your side in an attempt to rouse you from sleep. 

“Um...can you please get up? It’s...um it’s Christmas and...and you said we can wake up early...and...and…” As he struggled for his words, you rolled over, glancing up at him with tired eyes, and a loving smile.

“I did say that...just give me a second to wake up and we can do exactly that.” Vision still blurry, you yawned, rolling back over to look at the clock.

It was midnight. 

Trying and failing to hide your smile at the childish act of waking someone up at midnight on a holiday was just...so cute for him. He was undoubtedly looking forward to this and planned on spending the entire day, all 24 hours of it, enjoying it to its fullest.

You hummed in thought, Erik anxiously waiting for your response, knowing you had seen the time. You wouldn’t get mad at him would you? Or be upset with him for waking you up so early?

“Hun, you get really anxious when your tired. Are you sure you don’t want to get some sleep for our big day?” You knew if he got the both of you up now, it was far more likely that he would pass out from an anxiety attack than being able to have a stress free Holiday together. 

Erik let out a small whine, something he usually did when he understood what you were saying was for the best, but was too scared to protest with his own thoughts. Knowing he wanted to stay up that badly, you figured you’d attempt a compromise. 

“How about this darling, we go open one present each, and then get some sleep before we go out and do what we planned okay?” You made sure to look over, as he often didn’t speak his mind, causing the only way to see his true feelings or intentions was in the look on his face. 

His adorable face which absolutely lit up at the idea of finding out what you had gotten him. It was...too cute to resist. Especially when he nodded feverently and carefully stepped out of the bed, putting his hands over yours in an attempt to “pull” you out of bed. It was more of a “guide” rather than “pull,” but you understood that he wanted to go now. 

You shook your head and smiled at how sweet he always was. Getting up, you let him lead you to the living room as if you had never been there a day in your life. The both of you had discussed leaving your presents under your small, makeshift tree the night before so you would be better able to get them first thing in the morning. 

He let go of your hand only to grab the present he knew was his. He looked up to you from his place, kneeling in front of the tree with a sparkle in his eyes. 

You smiled and nodded, showing it was alright to open his present first before sitting down next to him. It could be nerve racking waiting for him to open the present, you worked hard both on and for it in order to make it as perfect as possible. He may say he liked it...but what if he just did it out of courtesy? 

All thoughts and insecurities were erased when he pulled out the simple, but beautiful locket you bought for him. He glanced over to you briefly before smiling and opening the locket itself. It took less than a second for him to burst into...hopefully happy tears. 

Inside on the right was a baby picture of Erik being held by his late mother. You knew how much she cherished him, and in turn became a major role in Erik’s life. On the left was a picture you managed to sneak in for your first kiss. If he had known you were taking one, you doubted he would have allowed it, given how timid he is. 

You were about to ask if he enjoyed his present before he flung himself at you, effectively knocking you both to the ground in the process. With a smile, you rubbed his back and held him close, allowing him to get up in his own time. 

With a few sniffles, he sat up and backed himself off you, “I’m sorry! I could have hurt you, or maybe you didn’t want a hug at that time, or I could have broken the locket, or-” you cut him off with a quick kiss. As you have gathered over your time together, it is the quickest and most efficient way to rid him of his insecurities. 

“I love you, okay? Moreso, I trust you. If you ever did something I didn’t enjoy I would put a stop to it. I trust you enough for that. More than anything.” His words came to a halt as he smiled, accepting your words. He had come so far in his mental health in the time you were together. You planned to do everything to keep it that way. 

“I figured...you could have two of the people that mean the most to you close to your heart at all times. If you were ever in a place that you needed me but I wasn’t physically there...you could open it and remember I’m always with you. And I know your mother would want you to be reassured just the same.” 

He took in your words, inching closer in his own way of asking if he could hug or kiss you again. You nodded, and he resumed the position he was in before. He was so stressed, that you know how much he enjoyed having his back rubbed. 

“I’m always going to be with you, and protect you. You know that right?” 

You felt him nod into your neck, with a large smile on his face as he muttered something into the skin there. 

“Hm? What was that.” 

Erik sat up, looking down at you with the smile you loved the most. It was the smile only for you. One without insecurities and fear. 

“I...I said I’m going to protect you too.”

If your heart hadn’t melted before, it certainly did now. You mirrored his smile, reaching up to place your hand on his cheek.

“I know you will Erik...I know you will.”

[incorrect-ego-quotes]

Eric: i suck, i'm just the worst!

Bing, that night, screaming into a megaphone on a rooftop: --AND THAT'S WHY ERIC IS THE BEST PERSON EVER!

[anxious-eric]

26, 28, 29 ?

26: What are you craving right now?

"H-hugs-"

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

"No..."

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

"N-no. I would never forgive myself if I did that..."

[markiplier-imagines]

A new mattress?

You were getting tired of the same old mattress, it’s been with you since the start of high school and it was time you upgraded to a queen size. You headed to the only mattress store in town ‘Derekson’s & Son’. They were a family ran store and Mr Derekson had just gotten his son to finally join the family business. You get to the store and as you enter you hear the little ‘bing bong’ and Mr Derekson’s loud voice greeting you.

“Well hi there and welcome to Derekson and son!” He looks around for his son as he approaches you “Well just me right now I guess, but allow me to get my son to assist you” he told you as he scanned the store.

“Eric, where the god damn are you?!” he bellows in his deep southern accent which makes you jump a little. Derek Derekson seems a little friendlier on TV. Not a second later his son comes scattering out from behind the staff stores, scrambling towards the two of you, struggling to fix his tie.

“H-Hi there and w-welcome to Derekson and s-son..” he stuttered struggling to make eye contact with you or his father. Derek just shook his head in clear disappointment before smiling at you and walking away.

“I-I’m Eric, h-how can I assist y-you?” he asked only ever glancing up at you shortly every now and then. He was clearly nervous and you didn’t think that how Derek treated his own son helped with that.

“Well, I’m just looking to upgrade my mattress from a double to a queen size, it’s worn out and the springs are beginning to poke through” You explained to him and he nodded gently, listening intently. Eric seemed like an odd boy, he fidgeted, stuttered and was constantly wiping away nervous sweats. But there was something about that, that drew you to him and as he talked you about mattresses, you realised you stopped paying attention. You were too busy watching his beautiful brown eyes.

“So y-you could actually go with memory foam in-instead of springs i-if you d-didn’t want t-to deal with b-breaking springs…” you could faintly hear his voices as you slowly came down from your own world, nodding along with what he’s saying. He does seem to know a thing or two about mattresses just struggles to get it out in one piece.

“Why does you Dad treat you like that?” you blurted out accidently, you didn’t realise how rude it sounded either until you said. He looked at you a little surprised that you even cared and you could see that he was upset as he wringed his handkerchief nervously. You faced flushed red, embarrassed for blurting out fairly personal question.

“w-well, uhh s-since my b-brothers are g-gone, my dad o-only has m-me to help h-him, I cant leave h-him..” he mumbled, staring down at his feet. “H-He says th-there isn’t time f-for friends either, there’s always w-work to do..” he sadly muttered and you couldn’t help but feel sympathy for the poor guy. He looked around the same age as you but wasn’t allowed to have friends?

“Do you want to get coffee some time?” you asked quickly, nervous you could feel a crush building up for Eric. His eyes widen excitedly and you could see a small smile shine of him now not so gloomy face.

“Y-You want to be m-my friend..?” he asked shyly but a smile still creeping through he timid behaviour. You nodded and handed him your number on a piece of paper from your pocket before remembering you were actually here for a mattress.

“Call me whenever you find free time, and how about we get that mattress?” you say pointing the mattress he was suggesting. He smiled and nodded stashing away your number in his pocket before taking you to the register to assist you. Once the mattress was paid for, Eric helped you tie it down to the roof of your car. You hopped in your car and as you drove off you could see in your rear view mirror, Eric excitedly jumping up and down with a huge smile on his face.

[spookyold-saintjm]

Smut #2 with Eric Derekson x Fem Reader cuz he needs some lovin’

2: “I need you.”

From this prompt list (requests open until Sunday night!)

Okay I tried but can’t personally imagine writing full-on Eric smut bc my BABY but here’s this little thing that I threw up on my phone just now. Oh god how I want to give this boy some good lovin tho.

Also I didn’t actually end up using pronouns in this so this is actually for anyone I suppose!

Eric Derekson x reader

—

“You okay?” you asked Eric, checking in with him as you placed slow, heated kisses along his jaw.

“Y—something like that,” he replied, making you giggle. His hands pressed into your back, bringing you closer to him as you were seated on his lap in the couch in your apartment. Your knees rested on the couch on either side of his thighs, and you leaned your head down further to slide your lips from his jaw and down his neck, earning a small gasp from him when you hit the spot you knew he secretly loved so much for you to kiss. These more intimate moments with your boyfriend weren’t completely unfamiliar, but still fairly new territory for you both. However, tonight Eric had been much more...insistent. You weren’t complaining.

“You’re so—you’re beautiful,” he muttered once you’d pulled away. You brought his hands around to rest at your waist as you pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it over your shoulder to some unknown part of the room.

You tilted your head at him with a smile, a dull heat spreading to your cheeks at his words before leaning back down to connect your lips, your bare chest pressed to his once you removed his own shirt in the frantic need for any contact you could get.

You could have stayed like that for hours, your mouths and hands contentedly, quietly exploring each other with hushed words of stuttered affection from Eric and occasional giggles and returned sentiments from you. But when you caught youself reflexively rocking your hips once, twice softly against him, you froze at the realization that Eric had stopped moving entirely and was simply staring up at you, glasses long gone of course, with lust-blown eyes that somehow still reflected his timidity.

You leaned back, hands dropping from where they’d rested on his shoulders. “Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

You didn’t have a chance to finish before Eric was pulling you back to him, his lips pressing hard against yours, hands wrapped around your wrists. He soon after slurred something so quiet between kisses that you had hardly heard more than a hum at first.

“What was that?” you asked as you reached to tangle your fingers into the dark waves of hair at the top of his head.

He met your eyes just before you pressed your forehead against his, chests heaving in an effort to catch your breath.

“I—I need you,” he breathed, barely more than a whisper. “I need you. Please?”

Your heart swelled and your entire body felt electric at the soft simplicity of his words. Words you had waited so long to hear, but never pressed.

You smiled at him, gently kissing his cheek before guiding him so that he was lying on his back on the couch. You swung your legs over so that they were on either side of him again as you leaned down to press one long, slow, burning kiss to his lips as your hand traveled down to rest at the waist of his jeans.

“Well why didn’t you just say so?” You asked him with a grin.

[uroutofshrimp]

Eric and Edward

Part two of @bing-iplier 's birthday gifts, love you bean

[angelic-guest]

:) it’s still a S name day so it’s still Suck Titty Saturday

But imagine lovin up on Eric’s chest [wink wonk] while he shivers and whimpers, holding your head there, maybe in the camp meeting room after a meeting, maybe he came to your cabin to ask a question, all you both know is he has to stay quiet. . . Don’t want people finding out the arts and crafts councilor is a whore for you 😇

Art - Eric Derekson x GN!Reader

It is not suck titty saturday and sunday but I hope this suffices <3 It’s been a long time since I’ve full on wrote smut, so I’m a little rusty. I got very carried away. Anyways art counselor Eric for the win.

NSFW

Word Count: 2800+

CWs: negative self talk from Eric, use of good boy, use of darling, lots of praise, nipple play, handjob, soft aftercare (can i get a projection whoop?)

Eric hadn’t been there for much. Really, he just wanted to ask a couple of questions about the meeting that you arranged. Google was insistent about someone holding regular weekly meetings to discuss plans for the upcoming activities at the camp. He had come in late and missed the first section dedicated to the water activities regarding the lake and pool. This was important due to the amount of children of various ages staying here. As such everyone needed to be up to date, including him the art counselor. 

He felt ashamed as everyone, or was it only a few, turned their eyes to look at the creaking. Eric excused himself before putting himself at the nearest chair. Somehow getting next to Wilford in all his pink glory and Dark in all his unamused seriousness. He could tell it had been a long day for all of them. Everyone in their sweaty nonsense from the heatwave. It was unbearably hot. Yet, their composure was focused on you and he had to pull himself together. Pay attention.

You certainly weren’t as you watched took his seat. Poor thing no more than shaken leaf from the few eyes that turned. Barely lifting his head to look at you as you opened your mouth again. It all kept getting stuck. A fumble in your own words staring directly at him. 

“Looks like this weather isn’t the only thing about to get hot and heavy!” Wilford quipped and nudged Eric. Being rattled from his thoughts into the situation that made his skin crawl. 

It didn’t help that you were staring, losing words as they approached and floating back down when some snickering ensued. Eric wanted to sink into the ground and be consuming by the on masses of dirt. They’re laughing at him. His appearance disheveled, even some of his top buttons undone from said heatwave. He looked so unprofessional compared to everyone else.  

“Laugh it up. Haha, okay, as I was saying before I was RUDELY interrupted—” you muttered off, continuing the presentation from before, acting like nothing had happened.

That’s when Eric came to your cabin after the meeting was dismissed. Spending majority of his time outside where the fireflies started to come out, his gut twisting itself up. Ticking down where he would have to knock. He needed to fix this. Say something for the way he acted. 

It wasn’t as simple as just knocking on the door. No, no, he needed to be ready for anything. What if you had decided that you didn’t want to talk to him anymore? He didn’t know if he could take you not coming to see him in art house anymore. He enjoyed the company especially when the children had made a mess. He hated to tell them no when their faces lit up as colors bled on the paper. 

It wasn’t totally irrational, right?

Eric paced in front of the door, taking into consideration what he will say. Setting up a script that should be simple enough to follow. He could do this. He was going to knock on that door and save what must be the end of the friendship.

“Eric? You okay?”

Okay, change of plans. Eric meekly turned to face you and all the thoughts in his head.

“H-Hey, um, how are you do-doing right now?” He reached for his handkerchief as support.

“I’m okay, do you need something Eric? You’ve been out here quite awhile.” You leaned against the door frame.

Eric wanted to turn around, run away, and never show that face of his again. However, he persisted, “Yes, I need to talk to you. Can I come in?”

You smiled and gestured your arms in a wide swing. Playfully purring, “Be my guest.”

That is how he ended up in the middle of the cabin with his hands wrapped taut against the handkerchief. His prosthetics loomed with each step further in. Dragging. Waiting. Simple words. All he needed was simple words. He could do that. Couldn’t he?

“I see you, um, decorated the place since I had been here last.”

“Thanks, I took your advice on the colors. Since I know you are so good with those.” A small jest on your end as you place the shoes near the door. Couldn’t have a repeat of a cleaning day for yourself. That was a nightmare.

Eric forced a chuckle, hoping for it come out more believable than his brain was telling, “Really? W- Well I’m glad you came in for that lesson then.”

“Yep, you really know your stuff there,” Facing Eric provides his hunched posture, clenching the handkerchief close to his heart.

One must be careful when approaching the frightened thing, careful about where you landed in his sights. All the same, he jumps as your hand rests on shoulder and when his apprehensive gaze lands, you smile. 

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for them to laugh at you,” He hides his face with his hands, mumbling, “I didn’t mean to be late.”

“Eric, I don’t care that you were late.”

“You don’t?” 

“No, of course not. You’re usually there early.”

“T-Then why were you staring at me?” Eric pondered this. You weren’t upset.

A question for the century. You bit your lip, mirroring Eric’s tight hands near his upper chest. Oh that beautiful chest of his. The way his collarbones highlight how they flexed in the light. Often, he wore patterned button-ups that covered up what his pecs were hiding. Getting a glimpse when the heat was getting to him made your eyes wander. They wanted to know more.

“You really want to know?” Huffing, you run a hand through your head. 

Eric didn’t have time to answer that question before he was hitting against the wall. The force applied taken him by surprise. Unintentional squeak as your hand stood firmly where his hip bone jutted out and one gripping his shoulder. A sharp inhale at that hungry look written all over your face.

Your lips lick over your next words, “You are so distracting. You are so damn cute and I just want to eat you up.”

Eric blinked and breathing hitched at the confession. His eyes briefly flickered to your lip and back to your eyes. Staring intensely into his. Like receiving something you had wanted for a long time. 

“Tell me what you want,” The tone you taken pleading him to answer. You needed to hear him say it. “Tell me so I can stop staring at you.”

Eric’s mouth went dry, your breathing heavy on his mind. The way you are looking at him. It was clear the desire from how hot you had become but the restrain reserved for him. All this for him. For him.

“I want....I want you.” Eric looked at you, heartbeat loud in his ears, “I-If you’ll have me.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

Your hands move from their resting state to undo the rest of his buttons. Pesky things that will only get in the way. Admiration was not only for the eyes but the body to know. That you were going to prove to him.

You kissed his jaw, listening his breathing get all messy. His heart under your touch pushing aside the undone shirt. His bare chest all for you to adore. You hummed, pleased at it.

Eric shivered at the your fingers took their time pressing into his pecs down to his stomach. Tracing all the dips and tiny scars present. They aren’t that present to the human eye but to the hand learning his skin, it was all so fascinating.

“Are you sure this is okay?”

He nodded, “Yes.”

Wasting no more time, you set your mouth to work. Kissing from his neck towards his nipple. Nipping at places experimentally. Eric keened at all those sensitive places that are being committed to memory. No, there is no way you would forgetting this anytime soon. Your mouth biting and sucking near his areolas. 

“I’m surprised you’re not familiar with red by now, Eric.” He whined up against the wall and looking at how his chest was now a scatter of color. Hues of red and purple being provided by your warm mouth. A touch down his sides, dragging the nails ever so slightly.

“You should be careful how loud you’re being, I wouldn’t want the other counselors to see what’s mine.”

He found himself looking as you mark him up. Taking time to appreciate what was on display in that meeting. A shy blank canvas. So inviting, just waiting for you to color the supple skin.

“P-Please….” Eric’s head tilts back as you go back to sucking gently around his nipple. Your fingers pinching the other nipple making sure they get equal amount of affection. He squirms under all this attention to his nipples and letting out those little mewls. 

“What a good boy. You’re doing so well for me.” The praise washes over him and it only makes him more flushed. The strain of his cock against his pants becoming unbearably tight. Those words…

A good boy. Your good boy.

He whines, he wanted to be your good boy. Show you what a good boy he is.

Tell him more what a good boy he is.

You pop off and lean back to examine what you’ve been painting across his chest, “You’re such a work of art. Don’t you know that?” You trail your hands down towards his waist, feeling the skin quiver under your unrelenting touch.

“Please, please t-touch me.” Eric begged. He couldn’t look you in the eye, not when you scanned his body. Memorizing how he reacted when you continue to tease his skin. The feeling of goosebumps raising every time your hands decide to linger just a little bit longer. Nails following your every move.

Oh, you couldn’t have that. You tilt his chin to face you, a little too smug look that he whimpered at, “Since you asked so nicely. How could I refuse my good boy?”

Eric shuddered, holding his breath when your fingers dipped down beneath his waistband. His eyes trying to focus but between your mouth back on his nipple and your fingers grazing over his cock, he couldn’t help but moan.

“Such pretty noises you make for me,” your own voice faltering, processing the whimpers while your thumb spreads out his precum, “My sweet boy.”

Eric bucked into your hands and covered his mouth. Grinding against your strokes, trying so hard to stay quiet. You only glide your tongue to his other nipple as a response to his cute attempts at holding back.

Biting down earns a muffled moan and a hand tugging at your hair. The encouragement goes far when you speed up your hands, savoring the way he twitches under it. Eric bites his hand, groaning at the building pleasure inside.

“I-I, f-fuck—” Eric grunts from a particular flick of your wrist, “please, please, don’t stop.”

All his pleading has made your movements more erratic, your own heat catching all the noises that spill from his mouth. How could you deny him what he so clearly wanted? Not when he was being so obedient.

“So good. Keep telling me what you want, baby.” Breathlessly lingering over his shoulder, whispering into his ear as your mouth finds its next victim on his neck. Eric tilts his neck for easy access and to focus on not falling when his knees buckle. 

He felt like putty in your hands. Something for you to shape and form. Watching you through half lidded eyes while you made him feel so good. Your fingers being sure to not fall behind only coaxing out those higher pitched moans that delighted your being. He never sounded so sweet than the mess you were making him.

Eric buried his head into your neck. A ball of fire as he rocked his hips into your quickening strokes. His haze a panting and gasping that is all on display. You could hardly contain the throbbing coming from your own arousal. But focusing all that aching desire on Eric was the goal. It was about him. How he fueled that passion when you watched him work each and every day. The way his hands paint and chip across various forms of wood. The way the sweat would trickle down his face, unbuttoning his shirt to let the wind cool down his skin. 

You wanted to make him your magnum opus. Just as he done those late nights when you watched him clean those familiar art supplies.

Eric whining of your name brings you out of your own breathlessness with his breath fanning over your neck. Placing a few kisses in between his sinful noises. Fuck, he’s so cute. 

“What was that? You have to speak up, darling.”

“’M not gonna last,” He writhed against you, grinding his cock for a little more friction, “Please make me cum.”

Groaning as your hands went to work on him, you pulled from his neck to look into his eyes. They were melting in your presence, his skin flushed and breath uneven.

You leaned in, closing the gap as he moaned in your mouth. Capturing his bottom lip in between your teeth and pulling back. Peering at how he was losing his mind. He stuttered out incomprehensible words as you kiss from the corners of his mouth to his cheeks, letting him chase that high. His hips rutting, your own hand slick with all of him.

Eric cries of pleasure mixing into one another as he continued to babble about how good you make him feel. He can’t even see straight as it all starts to crash his vision doing what makes him feel the best. He’s so close. He can almost taste it. The fervent way his cock responds to each thrust and you stroking back down his shaft. A little more. Just a little more— then you murmur in his ear.

“That’s it. Be a good boy and cum for me.” 

Oh.

Pushed by your words, Eric goes still with a final wail as he came into your hand. His oversensitivity peaking as the final few flicks from your wrist. Leaning forward to rest his heaving heart as it pounds against his ribs. An anchor in an otherwise wobbly feeling. He lifts to look at you as you shift about.

Retrieving your hand, you examine before licking it off. Making sure to capture the pretty boy’s attention as you stare into those gooey eyes. Eric squirms at the sight of your tongue taking in your fingers. A flicker back in his abdomen to let him know exactly what you were tantalizing. 

A change in gravity as Eric slumps forward. His knees not quite recovering from standing and weight pushed on his prosthetics. Of course, you are right there to support him. Guiding him towards the couch and gently placing him down. Already planning to get a water that awaits in the fridge. However, when you return, you no more sit down than Eric is pulling you into a hug.

“Woah! Hey there, you okay?”

Eric nods nuzzling into your chest, “I’m okay. Just a little shaky. I-It’s, uh, been a little while.”

You accept the affection by placing a tiny kiss ontop of his head. Gently caressing his back, noting how loosened up it is from it’s former rigid state. Eric sighs in content. 

He liked this.

Liked the feeling of being cared for so tenderly. The way your fingers worked on just below his shoulder blade. When a steady rhythm is set, retreating to his scalp and working over it. Eric hums a bit. But...isn’t he supposed to do that for you? Did he deserve to sit here all tuckered out when you did most of the work?

He props himself on his elbows to approach in a small tone, “Y-You’re not mad, are you?”

“Of course not baby. Why would I be mad?” You brush a bit of hair out of his face to examine the now worried boy in your arms.

“I didn’t do anything for you. A-And you did so much for me.”

“Shhhhh, it’s okay.” You cup his cheeks and hold his downtrodden gaze, “I don’t want anything. This is about you, hm?”

“M-Me? But I didn’t do anything to deserve it!”

Pressing your foreheads together, affirming that, “Of course you did. You were my good boy. My good boy that let me make my art.”

Eric paused, “I...did?”

A chuckle humors itself as boop his nose with your own, “Yep, you sure did. I am so proud of you.”

Eric stammered out words but nothing compared to the way he clung onto you. Hiding the embarrassing squeaks in the fabric of your shirt, trying to come up with anything. Proud. You are proud. All words went out of his head and into his heart. A swelling up inside. Oh, you were so proud of him.

Eric could barely contain his tears spilling out, “Thank you.”

Being good to him was easy, after all...

“Anything for my masterpiece.”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I see your “Erick Derekson in ISWM” and raise you “Captain taking him under their wing and probably being the first one to tell him they’re proud of him.”

Also becomes acquainted/ friends with Mark and everyone is confused. I just find it absolutely hilarious if they look exactly alike but are not related at all

ghshgshd imagine the hilarity that ensues (esp with his bad luck streak)

Eric, having just arrived on the ship literally 5 seconds ago: Wow this is actually pretty nice. I get to have actual friends and-

Celci, storming up behind him: Mark THERE YOU ARE I’M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS. You think your job is a joke?! You think keeping the colonists alive is a joke?!! If you don't get serious Captain's gonna throw you right off this ship.

Eric, already crying: I-I was wrong. Everything is awful

Captain: Celci! Don't yell at my new agriculture lead like that! His name is Eric

Celci: ...wait..that's not Mark?

Captain: No? You missed the glasses and the cyber prosthetics and the green uniform..

Celci: ....oops, my bad. Welcome aboard, new recruit

That's pretty much how his meeting with Celci goes. Everybody else thinks he's Mark's twin brother or somebody in genetics/research was secretly working on cloning tech

[frozenrose105]

i think i forgot to add the promp- for the eric derekson request—- im sorry—- But what if when eric was young (I dont exactly know what age he lost his mother and siblings) a certain ghost (the da) took pitty and comforted him and decided to become his new mother and the da is very protective—

Ayo, I'm back from the dead <3

Trigger Warning for kinda heavy shit on this one bois

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Losing Eric’s mother and his siblings was devastating- for both his father and for him. His father locked himself away for a long while, leaving Eric with the house practically to himself. It was lonely. Their house was too big for just the two of them, and Eric spent most of his time in his own room. At least there, he could pretend everything was normal. He could pretend that everyone was at home, rushing around to get ready for some activity or another. He could pretend that everything was a dream, and that any moment he could be called into the kitchen for dinner.

In reality, Eric learned quickly how to make meals for himself. He didn’t know what or when his father ate, only that he wasn’t to be bothered. The last time Eric had tried to bring him food, he’d heard the quiet sobbing from inside the room that his parents used to share, but attempting to go inside had only caused his father to lash out. He could never be her, or any of his siblings. He could never fill the hole in his heart that the deaths had left. …He should have been on that bus. …Getting the same responses each time, it didn’t take long for Eric to stop trying. There was nothing he could do for his father except try to be better, he decided, and at that moment it meant leaving him alone.

The emptiness, however lonely, had left him with new opportunities for adventure as he tried to make the best of his situation. He was able to explore the entirety of their house, and it was grand indeed. He pretended that he was his siblings, lazing about in their untouched rooms and willing away the anxiety that had begun to take hold of him even in his moments alone. They had never been so afraid. They would know how to comfort their father. …Maybe he should have been on that bus.

When he started having thoughts like that, he found it difficult to be anywhere but his own room. He knew he didn't belong in the others, so he curled up under his own covers and simply waited for time to pass. What else was there to do? School was out for the summer, he had never been social, and it had become difficult to get into any of his old hobbies.

It was during one of these moments that he heard a soft tapping sound from across his room. The sound had him jolting up in bed, his eyes darting around the room. There was no one and nothing over there which should be making sound, and Eric felt himself tense as fear and anxiety flooded through him.

tap tap

It sounded like it came from his attached bathroom, but he didn't move. He didn't watch horror movies much, but he knew enough about them to know that the one who investigated was the first to die. So he just held tightly to his blanket and kept his eyes fixed on the room, ready to bolt if need be.

Hours passed though, and he felt his thoughts drifting away from the sound. Had it been his imagination? Perhaps just the creaking of the old house, or even a rat- which wasn't so scary. Whatever it was it hadn't been heard again, and his fear slowly dissipated as the sun set. By the next morning he had forgotten about it entirely.

That was, until he stood at the sink washing his hands, debating whether to brush his teeth or to just go back to bed.

tap tap tap

Eric jumped, his head snapping up to look at the mirror as he stepped backwards. Then he whipped away towards the door, looking back where he had just been standing- where he thought he'd seen a figure standing beside him.

There was nothing. Was he going insane? There weren't many places to hide in his bathroom, especially so quickly. Should he call the police? Certainly this was occasion enough to disturb his father. But he didn't see anyone, didn't hear anything- ...What should he do?

"You're hurting." The voice coming from his mirror was faint. Distorted, but lacking malice. Still, Eric jumped and flicked his eyes back to the mirror. ...He really was going insane. Or he was dreaming, but this felt very real.

"Wh- What?" He was unsure, and the word came out of his mouth before he could stop it, but he shook his head. "I'm calling the cops." It wss supposed to be a warning, but his voice trembled. He had left his phone plugged in on his nightstand, and he was sure he couldn't get to it in time.

"...Eric, right? ...I won't hurt you. I couldn't if I tried. I lost my physical form long ago."

Eric wasn't sure whether or not that was comforting. On one hand, the voice in his mirror couldn't hurt him. On the other, he /was/ going insane.

".....Who are you? What are you?" Eric took a hesitant step back into his bathroom, fixed on the mirror. Stepping back into view, he could see the figure once again- indistinguishable in gender, and just that- a figure. There were no features at all, as if he were speaking to a shadow. His instincts were screaming at him to run, that this would also get him killed in a horror movie. ...But he was pulled by his curiosity, deducing that if he was going to be hurt it would have already happened.

"Just call me the District Attorney. I'm not here to talk about me, I've long since accepted my fate. But you haven't. ...None of it is your fault, you know."

"Y- You- ..." He wasn't sure what to say to that. How did this- District Attorney, know anything about him. What the Hell was happening.

He decided in that moment that he didn't want to know. He turned on his heel and sped out of the bathroom, making his way towards his father's room. He knocked on the door- only to realize he didn't have a clue how to explain what had just happened. ...And he was unprepared for his father to actually open the door to face him. It had been so long....

"...I've had enough of your selfish bullshit, Eric." Eric realized he'd missed the first half of what his father had said, stunned by it all, but when he opened his mouth to speak now he was cut off. "Don't even bother. I know you're more needy than any of your siblings ever were, I'll put a stop to my grieving to tend to you."

"That- That isn't-" Eric tried to stutter out an explanation, recoiling from his father's anger.

"I said don't fucking bother. You'd think you'd have learned to listen by now at the least." Derek moved past Eric then, slamming the bedroom door behind him- out of his room for the first time that Eric had seen in weeks.

Eric didn't have it in him to follow his father, or to try to explain himself further. Instead he moved back to his room, unable to care so much about his previous fears. That night he found himself sitting on his bathroom floor, tears streaming down his face as he talked openly to the DA, and the District Attorney listened like his father never had.

[anxious-eric]

(Morgan gets the biggest grin on his face when he sees him and waves back. Soon though, the set begins. A guy in tight red shorts with fishnets beneath them steps up to the mic) “hey everyone, we are The Local Urchins, and tonight our guitarist wants to introduce our first song” (the crowd cheers a bit and Morgan grasps the mic) we’re gonna start with a cover, and I’m dedicating it to someone real special to me. Eric, this is for you. (He steps back, and they start playing Friday, I’m In Love)

He stares at them as his face turns completely red. He covers his face with the hoodie he's wearing as he listens to the song.