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vin-taege · 2 days ago

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For the “ Drabble request “, Erik with prompt #16.🤠

as the world caves in

Summary: erik hasn't cried since they buried his father.

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Pairing: Erik Campbell x f!reader

Words: 459

CW: character death (mentioned), grief

Note: Howard dies, but no death curse!

The sky mourned with the Campbells that day. Heavy droplets of rain loudly rattled the hoods of cars, the leaves of trees catching them like hail. Erik hadn’t spoken a word ever since the service started.

You stood by him when they lowered his father into the ground. Even then, his face was set in stone, eyes focused somewhere far away while he rubbed his mother’s back, futilely consoling her. Bobby and Julia couldn’t muster a conversation either. You caught Julia’s eye once, when she lifted her tear-streaked face from the handkerchief. A look of pain, so wrenching you could feel it rattle your bones, a silent passing of grief.

After the burial, after all the condolers had left, and an uneasy silence had settled in the household, Erik wordlessly nudged you, leading you to the swingset in their backyard. Moonlight made the grass glow, like tiny lanterns were embedded in each blade. Dew was still drying on them, droplets that reflected the sadness back to you.

The entire day, Erik had yet to talk.

For a few moments, he swung the loveseat gently. You steeled your arms on your lap, conscious of giving him space. Each time you tried to wrap your arms around him before, he quietly slipped away, retreating into himself. You had tried talking to him the days leading up to now, but he never wanted to deal with it directly. He would either give one-word answers or change the topic entirely.

“I need to get the papers done,” he had said. His mom was in no condition to handle the arrangements, and he didn’t want the pressure to fall onto Bobby or Julia’s shoulders. As the eldest, he was their family’s man of the house now. He was their last standing pillar. He needed to be strong for them.

You didn’t hear him at first. The chirping of insects drowned the night, like they, too, were murmuring. You turned your head to him, eyes meeting. Stress and grief had made a home of his features. Heavy bags sank under his eyes, floating on his pale skin. His voice quivered as he spoke.

“Can I hold your hand? Just for a minute. Just to feel like I'm not alone.”

“Oh, Erik.” You held your arms out to him. He buried his face in your neck, letting go of all his anguish, all his tears. Crumbling in your touch, he let himself go.

“I can’t let them see—not like this,” he choked out in between sobs.

You rocked him back and forth, whispering promises of comfort, of moving on. Things won’t be the same—he knew that. He'd have to step up now. But as he accepted vulnerability, for this moment, he was just a child who lost his dad.

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

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vin-taege · 3 days ago

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There's something you've gotta do one last time before Erik pierces your tongue.

Tags - smut, piercings (not graphic i'm a baby - barely made it through the fuckin movie lol), oral sex (m and f receiving), kissin' n makin' out, sexual tension, quick and dirty, a little intox.

A/N - short and sweet, just scratching an itch. had to get this dirtbag outta my system. enjoy fuckers

You’ve been thinking about it for a while, getting your tongue pierced. You’ve talked yourself out of scheduling an appointment more times than you can count, though. But today, you’re going through with it. You’re in front of Erik’s shop, and you’re going the fuck through with it.

Erik, your old family friend. He pierced your lobes for your tenth birthday, when you finally summoned the bravery to go through with it after thinking about that for years, too. Erik’s who you texted when you decided to get your tongue pierced once and for all, and he told you to come to the shop late tonight, after closing.

I can’t come in any earlier?

E: Not unless you wanna cough up sixty bucks.

E: Just throwing you a bone here :)

You knock on the door in a shave and a haircut rhythm, all the red paint on the glass chipped and sun bleached over the years. You peer through, then back away as Erik makes his way to the door. “Hey, you,” he greets as he opens it for you, extending his arm toward his station in a dramatic gesture. “Welcome to my office. Go sit your ass down while I set up.”

“Okay,” you smile quietly, walking to Erik’s piercing station. You sit stiffly in his chair, folding your hands in your lap, taking in all the details. The neon red lights, the smell of ink and soap. From across the studio, you watch Erik lock the door back up, then switch his playlist on Spotify. He bobs his head along to the music, smiling in that charming way when he catches you staring.

It’s awkward, and you’re nervous. You haven’t seen Erik in god, how long has it been?

“So how’ve you been, god dammit? It’s been fucking forever, huh?”

“I uh, was gonna say the same thing,” you laugh, watching Erik. There’s a few minutes left on the autoclave, and he’s disinfecting his table with some sort of hospital grade spray. “But I’ve been good. You?”

“Yeah, always,” Erik says, pushing some hair out of his face. “How’s your mom? She like the flowers I sent her for mother’s day?”

You roll your eyes. “Gross. Yeah, she seemed into them,” you reply, chuckling. Erik’s always been a flirt like that, especially with women older than him. He likes to charm them, tease them, get a rise out of them. He mentioned it paying off when he was younger, before he flunked out of college. His friends’ moms would all send him care packages with cookies and packs of instant ramen. Made out like a bandit, he’d said.

“Fuck yeah she did. I fuckin’ love that woman.” Erik checks the timer on the autoclave - about a minute left. He washes his hands at the sink with hot, soapy water, then pats them dry with paper towels. “So, ya nervous?”

“Very,” you answer.

Erik laughs. “Uh huh. You’ll do fine, dude. Promise.”

Mmm. You don’t buy it. The internet had varied answers - some people had said the pain was a 2/10, others said 11/10 and they barely survived. You stopped looking at a certain point, knowing with any more information, you’d just talk yourself out of it again. And so, jittering with nerves, you unzip your purse and reach into it and pull out your cart. You give it five clicks before puffing on it, just a little, just once. Not enough to get properly high, but enough to just…smooth out the rough edges.

Erik hears that quiet, soft crackling noise, and he smells that earthy and flowery smell on your exhale, though you try to hide it. He spins around, catching you dead in the act. “You’re shitting me,” he says, “A cart? You fucking loser! Oh my god, you’re so busted. You thought you were being sneaky.”

“I’m trying to calm down,” you defend, cheeks warming in embarrassment. Probably should have done that before you got to the shop, but whatever. You’re sure worse things have gone down here. It’s not rated very highly on Google.

“So go jerk off, I don’t know. Don’t poison yourself with this shit. Aren’t those things like, laced with fent all the time?”

“I don’t know, sometimes? Maybe? This one’s not.”

Erik rolls his eyes at you and smiles in that gorgeous way, wide blue eyes sparkling. He has more piercings since you’ve seen him last, and his septum ring is a thicker gauge now, too. He stares at you for a minute, still grinning, and you’re a little lost in that moment. You’re not subtle when you find yourself staring at his tattoos, his soft tummy through his gray t-shirt.

Erik uses your little trance to his advantage. “You’re a fucking degenerate,” he teases softly.

“Hm?”

He snatches your cart from your hand, holding it out of reach as you try to get it back. “Erik! Give it back.”

“Mm-mm. Mine now,” Erik says, clicking his tongue as he toys with the cart, spinning it between his fingers. He holds you back with one hand, and turns his back to you to keep you away. “And to do it indoors, no less. In my fine professional establishment. Kids these days, no goddamn respect.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Erik. I won’t do it again.”

Erik turns his head over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “You mean it?”

“Promise.”

He turns around and holds out your pen, then closes his fist before you can grab it, holds it out again, then closes his fist. Finally, you snatch it back from him, and put the cart back inside your bag, a little ashamed of yourself.

“Gonna have to toss it anyway. You know you can’t suck on those things while healing, right?”

“I can’t?”

“Mm-mm. Nope. No smoking.”

“Maybe I’ll try edibles again, then.”

Erik laughs loudly. “Yeah, and green out again? Don't even think about it.”

You took an edible once at a party you should not have been at, a party that Erik and his dirtbag friends were at, too. And thank god for that. You greened the fuck out about an hour after taking the edible, and you spent the night glued to Erik’s side, arms wrapped around his bicep like you were anchoring yourself to him. You traced his tattoos as a way to keep yourself calm.

Erik adds, “It’ll just be a few weeks - you’ll live. You also can’t sip on straws, can’t eat any solid foods, mm. What else. Oh - no kissing, no oral sex.”

It’s Erik’s candor that makes you bashful, pressing your lips into a thin line as heat creeps up your neck. But again, that’s Erik and his shameless teasing, shameless flirting, isn’t it? “Is that gonna be a problem for you?”

“I - I don’t know. No.”

“Whatever, I hope you made it count last time you gave a blowjob.” The autoclave’s timer goes off then, but Erik ignores it. He’s studying you, every little change in your facial expression. He hums a little, smirking, and bends down to your level, using a finger to guide your chin to make you look at him the way he wants you to. “What’s that little - little look there for, huh?”

“It’s nothing, Erik.”

“Yeah, I know what it is. Perv. You wanna go get one out of your system one last time, maybe? Before you're in blowjob purgatory, hm? Is that what it is?”

“Are you offering?”

“I dunno,” Erik says, “Am I?” He’s inching closer to you now, tilting his head in amusement as he grins. You, with your lips parted, eyes all wide and pupils so dilated, bigger than ever. Jesus, you’re too easy to tease. How hard is your heart beating right now? “You gonna lay one on me, or what, pussy?”

You bite down on your smile, contemplating kissing him. You know you want to, after all. So after a moment of thinking, feeling all that nervous, excited energy, you go for it. You kiss Erik softly, tentatively, just pressing your lips against his at first. Erik, of course, smiles. He deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips, one of his tattooed hands on the back of your neck to keep you firmly where he wants you.

You moan into his mouth, your hands sliding from his shoulders down to his waist, gingerly inching toward his bulge before you go for it - Erik said to make the last blowjob count, after all. No use in beating around the bush.

“Mm, you’re pretty forward, huh? Must really want it.”

“Shut the fuck up up,” you mumble against his lips, and Erik giggles. He unbuckles his belt for you, wraps his fingers around your wrist and pushes your hand beneath his briefs, letting you feel his half-hard length. He moans as you stroke him and rub your thumb over the head, all that warm, sticky, soft skin.

Feeling bolder now, you push Erik back and slide between his body and the chair, gently dropping to your knees. Erik pushes his pants and underwear just past his thighs, cock springing up and slapping against his stomach. There’s no talking as it happens, just heavy breaths as you kiss your way up his shaft, licking his throbbing veins, then suck his head into your mouth while tonguing at his dick ring. You hum at the metallic taste and the heady, warm way Erik smells.

“Fuck, dude. Yeah, just - oh, man. Like that, yeah.” Erik sighs and hangs his head back as you take him deeper now. He helps, of course, pushing his fingers back through your hair, hand settling at the back of your head as he pushes you down on his cock. He bobs you back and forth, fucking himself with your mouth as much as you’re fucking your mouth on him. You look up at Erik with wide eyes, both hands holding his slim hips for stability.

You make a mess of him, saliva dotting along his pubic hair, dripping down his balls, balls that you tug on and fondle gently as you pleasure him with your mouth and tongue. Erik finds himself struggling to find the words to alert you to his impending release, and so he taps you urgently, grunting as his knees begin to buckle.

You hollow your cheeks around him and move your head faster, coaxing along his orgasm, never faltering as he cums into your mouth. Spurts of his warm spend coat your tongue, and you swallow it all eagerly, licking every last bit off of that salty warmth.

Erik’s panting as he helps you back to your feet and sits you back down in his piercing chair, then tucks himself back into his dark jeans and fastens his belt again. “Fuck, man. Where’d you learn to blow like that?”

You shrug, refusing to answer. “Kinda thought you’d last longer.”

“Ha. Good one, cum breath. Funny.” Erik laughs at your teasing reaches into a drawer. He pours you a little mouthwash in a Dixie cup, then hands it to you.

“Wow, Erik. That’s fucking rude.”

Erik stares at you with a flat expression, then wraps his hands around your cheeks and kisses you sloppily, flicking his tongue against yours in an obnoxious, horrible way. You pull away and groan, then wipe your mouth of his spit. “It’s for the piercing, you dipshit,” he tells you. “Now rinse and let’s fuckin’ do this thing, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smile, taking the cup full of mouthwash. You rinse your mouth and Erik hands you a trash can to spit it into, and then he washes his hands again. He opens the autoclave and puts on a fresh pair of black nitrile gloves, and removes a tray of sterilized items. A needle packaged in paper and plastic, a few tools, your jewelry.

“Open wide for me, say ahh.” Erik has you stick out your tongue and he marks your tongue with a surgical pen, then tosses it in the trash. He pinches your tongue with forceps next, which doesn’t feel good. You hum in displeasure.

“You’re fine,” Erik murmurs, spinning around to grab the hollow needle. He pulls the needle out of its packaging, then brings it to your tongue. “Alright. Ready, Freddy?”

“Mh-hmh.”

“On three. One, two–” Erik pushes the needle up through the bottom of your tongue, and it makes you squeak in pain. “I know, I know, I know. I’m an asshole.” He spins around quickly to grab the jewelry, and he quickly secures it through the new piercing. A little tightening and you’re good to go. “Voila, there she is. Wasn’t so bad, huh?” Erik says, cleaning drool and blood off of your lips and chin with a paper towel. “You look fuckin’ hot, dude.”

“Thankth - thank you.”

Erik chuckles, cleans up his station a little. You admire your new piercing in a hand mirror, feeling your tongue throb in your mouth. You feel hands on your hips then, and fingers skating toward the button of your jeans. “Erik–”

“Guess I should have been more specific before. No giving oral sex,” Erik tells you. “You can still receive, obviously.”

“O-oh. Yeah, right. That makes sense.”

“So…you gonna let me return the favor, or what?”

“Mhm.” You grin widely and put your mirror to the side, then lift your hips for Erik to pull your pants and panties down after he unbuttons them. He wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you close, then begins with a kiss on your inner thigh. There’s another on your other thigh, and then he’s kissing his way to your pussy, which is already dripping for him. Erik licks you from bottom to top, eliciting a hum of surprise from you.

He kisses your clit - which, he thinks, would look quite nice with a piercing through your hood, if you’d ever consider that. Erik licks over the sensitive bud again, circling it before teasing your folds again.

He looks pretty between your thighs like this, eyes all wide and dark as he eats you, septum ring teasing your clit when he dips his tongue inside you. He drags it back up, then focuses on that delicate part of you, licking over it in steady patterns. Erik pulls your hood back a little, making it all more sensitive, making your body shake as your orgasm quickly approaches. “Fuck, Erik - right there, yeah.”

Erik digs his fingers into your thighs, holding you still as he eats you. He never falters even as your release washes over you, white-hot waves of pleasure that make it difficult to stay still. You rock against his tongue, gripping his messy, greasy strands of hair as you moan his name.

When you’re finished, Erik pulls back and wipes his shiny lips on the back of his hand, then gives you your clothes. “Hm, thought you’d last longer.”

You smile and give him a look. “Fuck off. You…know what you’re doing,” you say, putting your pants and panties back on.

“Yeah, well, I could say the same about you, couldn’t I? Now get the fuck out. I gotta lock up.”

“Uh huh.”

Erik walks you to the door and lets you out. “Fuck - forgot to go over aftercare. Text me when you get home, okay?”

“Okay,” you tell him. “See you around.”

"Yep. See ya, hot stuff."

Erik sends you off and closes the door behind you, then taps the glass before you can get too far. He’s flicking his tongue against the window, making faces to make you laugh. He flips you off, then shuts off the neon light on the window, and turns around, doing his little dance to his playlist as he gets ready to lock up for the night.

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#i LOOOVED this one!#i need him being silly again #erik campbell #richard harmon

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