Em⸸

I'm Emerson, I write sometimes. MDNI, I am NOT responsible for your kids. I'm 22. He/They. Ask me things♡ ↓

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Masterlist

I'm new to writing fanfic, and not sure how often I'll do it, but in any case, wanna make sure things are easier to find:) Also, none of my things are beta read, dont be shy to point out my mistakes cuz im sure they are there😭

Requests: Closed❌️

For requests, I have seen If I had Wings, The Return, I Still See You, Margaux, The 100, Final Destination Bloodlines, Grave Encounters 2 , Woodland, Lowlifes, Fakes and A Mothers Instinct.

Richard Harmon Characters:

Erik Campbell - Final Destination

John Murphy - The 100

Tryst - Fakes

Alex Taylor - If I Had Wings

Clay - Margaux

Vern - Lowlifes

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And when I jump him? What then? Visitor or NOT bro it doesnt matter, get in this house babygirl

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Also HIIII im not dead. Im simply not super hyperfixated on Richard anymore, but i still adore that man dw, my writing motivation just crashed and burned a little bit when the hyperfixation did.

[dixontardis]

Please please I need a Tryst age gap one shot. Smut, preferably. Actual ages can be all up to you, and so can everything plot wise, I just NEED age gap Tryst and reader.

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A/N: i looooooove age gaps, so i hope you love this!!

MDNI 18+

warnings: age gap (18x22), corruption kink elements, oral (f receiving), fingering, loss of virginity, praise kink, light roughness, alcohol consumption, p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie, discomfort transitions to pleasure,

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐍

You’d just turned eighteen.

The legal limit. The sweet spot. And maybe you should’ve been focused on cake and balloons and your tipsy friends in sparkly dresses, but all you could think about was him.

Tryst. The man from around town. Tall. Grumpy. Hot as hell. You’d seen him fixing up his car shirtless, buying smokes at the corner shop, leaning against walls like a damn model in a music video. Twenty Two and sex personified. And tonight?

Tonight he was at the same bar as you.

"You celebrating something, sweetheart?" he asked, voice low and smooth as whiskey.

You turned to look up at him, butterflies going feral in your tummy. “Yeah” you said, trying not to sound like you were combusting “My birthday”

He blinked. Smirked "How old?"

“Eighteen” His eyes did a very slow, very sinful drag down your body. “Well, happy fucking birthday”

It started innocent enough. A drink. Then another. He didn’t push, didn’t crowd, but you leaned closer, craving his warmth, his voice, that barely-there cologne that made your thighs clench.

And when he offered a ride home? You didn’t hesitate.

His place smelled like leather and cologne and danger. You stumbled inside, giggling as he kicked the door shut behind you.

“Still sure about this?” he asked, thumb brushing your cheek “You’re barely legal, baby”

You grinned. Bold. Tipsy. Dripping wet.

“I’ve wanted you since I was sixteen”

Tryst groaned like you’d punched him in the cock “Jesus fuck girl”

“But it’s true” you whispered, pressing closer “I used to watch you fix your car and rub my thighs together after”

That was the final straw.

He pinned you to the wall, kissed you like he was starved. Tongue hot and filthy, fingers tangled in your hair. When he pulled back, your lips were spit-slick and swollen.

“You wanna know what I was thinking about when I saw you earlier?” he rasped, hand sliding under your skirt “You. On your knees. Begging”

You gasped as his fingers found your panties. Soaked. He chuckled, dark and low, “Of course you’re wet for me, birthday girl”

You moaned when he pushed them aside and slid two fingers into you without warning.

“You’re tight as fuck” he growled, thrusting deep and slow “This your first time?”

You nodded, whimpering “Please, Tryst, want it to be you”

“Fuck, baby” he groaned, thumb circling your clit now “Gonna make this real special for you”

He laid you out on the bed like you were made of glass. Kissed your thighs. Bit your hip. Then dove between your legs like a man possessed.

Tongue licking, sucking, flattening against your clit until you were shaking, begging, clutching his hair.

“You taste so sweet” he purred “So fucking sweet and mine”

You came hard, bucking against his mouth with a cry of his name, and he didn’t stop. Licked you through it. Held you down with one strong arm as your legs trembled.

And then he fucked you.

He went slow at first, so slow it almost hurt more. The head of his cock nudged your entrance, warm and hard and real, and his eyes never left yours. One big hand on your hip, the other stroking up your side, grounding you while your breath caught in your throat.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he murmured, voice rough but sweet, full of concern laced with heat.

You nodded, barely “Just… go slow”

“I will. Gonna take care of you, baby girl”

And he did.

He pushed in inch by inch, so gentle, so patient it was maddening. Your walls stretched around him, tight and unfamiliar, your body stinging with the fullness, an ache that made your thighs tremble. But he kept whispering to you, praising you, kissing your lips, your jaw, your neck, until the pain blurred at the edges, fuzzed into pleasure.

“That’s it” he breathed, lips brushing your ear, “taking me so fuckin’ well, so tight around me, fuck, made for me, huh?”

You whimpered, fingers digging into his back “Feels weird, hurts a little”

“I know, baby. I know. But you’re doing so good. You’re perfect. Let me make it better”

And god, did he ever.

He shifted just right, and that little spot inside you lit up like fire. Your back arched. A moan clawed its way out of your throat.

“There she is” he grinned, thrusting a little deeper now, more confident “Knew you’d love it”

He fucked you slow but deep, groaning into your skin, hips rolling as he circled your clit with his fingers, fucking you through the stretch and into bliss. You clenched around him, the ache long forgotten, lost in the waves of pleasure crashing through you.

When you came again, body shaking under him, moaning his name like it was a prayer and a plea, he lost it.

“Fuckfuckfuck, gonna cum inside you, baby, fuck, you want that?”

You could barely speak. Just nodded, desperate and needy.

And with a guttural groan, he spilled inside you, cock twitching deep, warmth flooding your core.

Afterward, he didn’t pull away. Just kissed your cheek, nuzzled your temple, voice barely a whisper.

“Happy birthday, baby girl… so fucking proud of you”

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The way I forgot I requested this I mean.. was looking for age gap fics..👀😑 you fuckin ate this bro AHHHH

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My Requests Are Open‼️

Okayyy so, I have cleaned out my request box for the sake of my ✨️mental state✨️, and will be starting fresh with my requests. Im so sorry if your request was deleted, but alot of them were sent while my requests were closed anyway so. BUT, My requests are open again, and I'm gonna close them once 5 requests come in so I dont get overwhelmed again :) send requests my way, the characters i write for are on my pinned post🩷

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I wanna write for ninah(no im not a human) but I dont want my richard harmon mutuals to run for the hills😭

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Update on my autism

Hes possessed me, mind body and soul✨️

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Like A Loser

I wrote this in 3rd person rather than second cause I had an image.. yk? But no names are used, nor is y/n🫶🏻 let me make this clear, "her" and Eriks' actual age is all up to you. But reader at the VERY least is 18. In my mind, as I write this, she's in her early 20s. Maybe 21/22.

Pairing: Erik Campbell x Fem!Reader(Oc?)

Contents: Reader/MC trying to navigate her.. deep slight obsession with Erik

Warnings: Mentions of Nsfw topics. Obsession, Age Gap, Unhealthy Dynamic(probably), Dubious consent, Corruption.

Wc; 1k

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"In the Notes app on my phone to text you back Like a loser What can I say, what can I say To make you stay?"

She hated how pathetic he had made her. Always watching her phone like it was her lifeline, jumping to grab it at every notification only to be disappointed when it wasn't him.

She wasn't sure how it got this way. No, scratch that. She knew exactly how she ended up in this situation. She just didn't know how it got this.. deep.

This bad.

She had known Erik forever. She went to school with Bobby since elementary school, and by Middle School, they were inseparable. So, of course, she had gone to the Campbell house plenty of times.

All of them considered her family, and no one questioned when she was there. She'd see Facebook posts for her birthdays, and she'd be tagged in photo albums from their family events.

The Erik.. situation had started innocently enough. A 16 year old with a dumb crush. The whole "best friends brother" thing, you know? Everyone knew it, too. It had become an inside joke almost. Especially when she got older, by her senior year in high school, her little crush on Erik had become the go-to for family events small talk.

Erik never reacted much, though.

But things started to change after a while. Once she'd started applying to colleges, she'd notice Erik looking at her. And not like he normally would. Not the kind of look that made her send a smile his way like usual. This look sent a shiver down her spine. In the most.. pleasant yet confusing way possible.

When she had her first kiss, it was Erik.

She was staying with them for the summer, her last summer with them before she was off to college. Bobby and Julia had long gone to bed. It was probably 2 am by then.

But she couldn't sleep. And neither could Erik, apparently.

The room was silent other than the quiet creaks of the house and sounds of Eriks controller. But it was a comfortable silence. The silence her and Erik fell into often.

She was sitting on the opposite end of the couch from him, her elbow on the arm of the couch, her head resting on her hand with her legs folded under her while she watched him play.

She had just started to drift off, her eyes getting heavy. Erik must have noticed.

Before she event realized she was starting to fall asleep, Erik had paused the game and set his controller down, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch and wrapping it around her.

"Lay down.." He'd whispered.

If only she had known how she'd soon come to live for that whispered voice in her life.

He got her comfortable and covered up, running a careful hand through her hair before he was moving to turn the game off.

She was.. a little confused. Erik was never mean to her by any means. He was always really sweet. But never this sweet. But she didn't wanna ruin the moment.

But when he leaned down and kissed her, without a word, she was even more confused. The kiss had been gentle, soft. Like he was afraid to scare her off or break her.

"Goodnight, sweet girl.." And then he was gone, upstairs and in his room.

Sweet girl.

Her new favorite name.

She couldn't remember when the kissing had become normal. It just seemed like one moment they'd sit in comfortable silence, and the next, they couldn't be in a room alone without his lips on hers.

And of it wasn't his lips on hers. It was his hand reached for hers when he walked past her, or Erik looking at her from across the kitchen while she talked to someone.

That was summer was filled with late nights, whispered words, and confessions. Longing looks, secret touches, and stolen kisses.

She hated the way he'd looked at her when she backed out of that driveway with her bags all packed in the car for college.

They texted and called every day for the first year of her classes. She was always texting during lectures, smiling to herself when her professors words became background noise.

So many of those nights she spent on her bed, talking to him while her roommates were asleep. Nights she should've been studying. But he was all that mattered then.

After so many nights full of him begging to see her, the sound of his belt over the phone and his soft groans, so many photos sent back and forth that she'd die from embarrassment if anyone else ever saw, she let him come over.

She planned it carefully. Made sure her roommates would be gone.

So when she inevitably ended up with her face pressed into her twin mattress, she wouldn't disturb anyone else.

It made sense to her that Erik would be her first time, too. And she'd expected it when he came over. Thank god she had a few shots in her system before he got there.

She ended up dropping out of college. Like Erik, apparently.

But now, without college, without a job, her mind was consumed by him. Always waiting for that text from him that he was off work and on his way to see her.

"I'm clay in your hands, do me however you want Your tongue, your words, my religion, top me off Drinkin' spit, spittin' image, wanna be you, I'm livid On my knees 'til you finish, I'd give my life"

Every time he came over, it was the same. He'd complain about work, she'd say how much she'd missed him. Then his belt would come undone, and she'd be on her knees for him. As long as he stayed. Or he'd settle on his knees between her thighs. Her favorite. She loved his quiet groans against her skin, his blue eyes looking up at her like he wanted to consume her whole.

She'd let him. She was his, anyway. Mind, body, soul.

"Do you have to go?"

Always her last whispered words before her face was against a pillow, and the only words she could manage were quiet pleads.

He always held her after. Whispered the sweetest words that had become her lifeline. Cleaned her up and made sure she was okay.

But he always had to leave.

A soft kiss to her lips, a quiet sigh when she begged him not to go.

"I have to leave, sweet girl. I have work early.."

She hated it. She'd tried to go to work with him plenty of times.

"I love you.."

She always said. Had to make sure he knew.

"I love you too."

And the sound of a door closing. Footsteps retreating. Silence. Back to watching her phone for notifications.

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But things started to change after a while. Once she'd started applying to colleges, she'd notice Erik looking at her. And not like he normally would. Not the kind of look that made her send a smile his way like usual. This look sent a shiver down her spine. In the most.. pleasant yet confusing way possible.

When she had her first kiss, it was Erik.

Proof that I am in fact writing, and it is infact the age gap one shot I was talking about breaking my hiatus for lmao

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Also, I noticed I hit 200 followers while I was gone. I adore you guys and im glad you like/liked my writing so much, and Ive enjoyed interacting and talking to all of you🫶🏻 so sorry I've been missing in action.

[x-prettyboy-x]

Kinda in the mood to write.. so if I drop something randomly in the next few days, dont breathe too hard or i might run off like a deer in headlights

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Also ps, join the harmonies

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And what if I break my hiatus just to drop a age gap erik fic then leave?😭

[strang3lov3]

Trouble

You and Erik get into the good kind of trouble.

Tags - smut, mutual masturbation, handjobs, fingering, outercourse, unprotected piv, creampie, we shouldn't be doing this sex, softdom vibes, implied unspecified age gap, certain undertones you'll pick up if you know me dot dot dot ;;;;)))) A/N - i can't shake this fuckin' dirtbag so here we are. erik campbell cock, take it or leave it

It’s a lazy day in early fall, overcast and cool out. You’ve just been bumming around with Erik, spent the day following him around on his errands and being his lunch date at a shitty fast food restaurant. He always blows his straw wrapper at you. Dick. 

You hug Erik tightly, burrowed in his side, resting against his soft body as you watch the shadows change through the egress windows. It goes from cloudy to sunny for a moment, then back to cloudy all over again, all in the dark, unfinished basement you and Erik spend most of your time in. There’s still crayon drawings all over the drywall from when you were a kid, because Erik said you could do that if you wanted to. You really weren’t supposed to, but here the drawings are, all these years later.

Erik sits up and gently pushes you out of his way, rolling his eyes when you complain. “Oh, fucking chill. I just need the charger,” he says, leaning forward to grab it and plug it into his PS5 controller. “M'not leaving your needy ass.” He switches the game he’s playing, too, like he’s been doing all day. Just cycling through game after game until he finds something he can settle on, all while you watch quietly, just enjoying his company. He’s our favorite person, though you can’t tell him that too often. It goes to his head.

Erik tried to teach you to play games when you were younger, with his hands over yours on the controller, showing you how to maneuver it all, the joysticks and the triggers. When he’d let go, you’d get frustrated and anxious. You told him you just wanted to watch him play instead. “Yeah, okay. Sure. You can be my moral support,” he joked. 

Erik puts on Resident Evil 7, he’s been meaning to replay it. After the game boots up, he’s exploring some overgrown, dilapidated area, and he takes a sip of his juice box. “This game kinda holds up,” he says, going to set the drink down. You stop him and steal it instead, sipping on his apple juice. “Thief.” 

“Deal with it.” 

Erik ventures through the area some more, and you’re disgusted by the environment. There’s graphically rotten food, bugs, and at some point there’s some decaying head floating in the water. You scrunch your face in uncertainty, shifting in discomfort. 

“What,” Erik asks, “You freaked?”

“No. It’s just…kinda gross.” 

“You don’t have to watch if you don’t want. This one is kinda gnarly,” he says. 

“I’m fine. Fuck off.” 

Erik makes a face and shakes his head, lifting a hand to rub your back a few times. He progresses through the game over the course of about an hour, and you end up hidden in his torso for most of that time, scrolling through your phone to distract yourself. There’s this horrible cutscene at a dinner table, and it’s gruesome and disturbing. Erik laughs at it, then groans. “Oh man, that’s fucking gross,” he chuckles, absentmindedly scratching you as you bury your face in his neck. You smell the faint scent of the soap he washed himself with earlier in the day, his Old Spice deodorant in the scent ‘Fiji’. Erik murmurs softly to you, “You good?” 

You nod and cozy yourself on his body instead of answering verbally, tangling your legs with his. His thigh rests between yours. 

You’re not sure how much time passes between before and now. When you feel brave enough to look at the TV, Erik’s fighting some horrible looking character, with blood spattering all over, brain matter spraying across the screen. He jerks now and then, nudging his thigh between yours so that it presses against your cunt. Once is one thing, twice is another. By the third time, it’s starting to turn you on. 

You really can’t help it. You and Erik are so close, it’s only natural to feel what you feel, right? You’re only human. But you wonder if he does this on purpose. Erik’s always been sort of…lewd, sort of perverse at times. Teasing. He’s toed the line between friendly and friendlier, what with his jokes and all that. His touchiness, his proximity to you. And at a certain point, his leg between yours gets to be too much. You adjust and move your legs away from him, sitting up straight as you sigh out of frustration. 

Erik gives you a look. “You sure you’re alright? I can turn it off.” 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just - just go play your game.” The words come out harsher than you mean for them to, a symptom of you being all worked up. Erik gives you another look, more suspicious this time. 

“Wow,” he says. “You’re kinda moody, huh? Maybe you should take a nap.” 

“Maybe I will,” you say, then find a new way to get comfortable, though it’s difficult when you’re in this state. That dull ache between your thighs, begging to be tended to. You could always rub one out in the bathroom.

As you cozy yourself under his blanket, Erik turns the volume down on the TV, quieting those horrible noises until they’re all dull and distant. You shift and turn until you’re comfortable on Erik’s lap, with your hand down the front of your pants and resting on your pussy. Force of habit, is all. It’s just nice to feel yourself there, all that warmth. The bit of wetness too, thanks to Erik nudging you between your thighs. 

It’s difficult not to dip your fingers a little deeper, slip them past your lips to feel just how turned on you really are. You keep your gaze fixed on the screen as you do it, eyes fluttering shut when you press your fingers against your clit. Lightly, just a little. That small amount of pressure has you sighing, aching for more. And you could do it, couldn’t you? Rub your clit until you cum, quiet and subtle. 

You part your thighs a little, making more room for your hand between them to touch yourself. It all proves to be the most excruciating of teases, though. You’re biting down on the pathetic whimpers that dare to slip from your lips because you can’t finger yourself as hard or as fast as you’d like to, lest you risk alerting Erik to that motion under the blanket. You can’t rock your hips into it, either. Your choices are slow and steady or simply nothing at all, and that personal little ultimatum you have with yourself makes the task that much more agonizing. 

“You’re not slick, you know.” 

Your heart drops. “Hm?” 

Erik laughs as he reaches under the blanket and grabs your wrist, pulling it out and in front of his face where you can both see your fingers all slick and shiny, decorated in your arousal. Your mouth drops open when he pushes them slowly past his lips, humming as he licks them clean, and you feel the barbell in his tongue dragging between your knuckles. “Mhm, yep. I totally fuckin’ called it.” 

“Erik–”

Erik smiles in that crooked and charming way he always does, then spits onto your fingers and pushes your hand back under the blanket. “There ya go, should help a little. Go ahead and fuck yourself again for me, okay? Once more, this time with feeling,” he exaggerates, chuckling, shaking his head as he picks up his controller again. 

You’re frozen with the disbelief of what just happened. You look up at Erik and he looks down at you, urging you to get a move on, but you’re frozen still, unable to talk either. 

Erik lifts his brows and laughs at you flustered like that. Your cheeks are hot, all tongue tied. It’s cute, he thinks. “Oh, now you’re shy, huh? That’s convenient,” he teases, still giggling. “I could do it with you, would that help? Hm? Buddy system, all that shit?”

Erik pauses his game again and sets the controller on an end table, then pushes the recliner out a little farther as he reaches under the blanket he shares with you. He unbuckles his belt and unzips his black jeans, pulling out his half-hard cock so that it bulges under the fabric, and you can see the circular outline of his Prince Albert. He gives himself a couple of pumps, then holds his hand under your chin. You can smell him faintly on his palm, that sweaty, sticky, heady warmth. “Spit,” Erik tells you, but you don’t. “C’mon. I spit for you, didn’t I? Fair’s fair.” 

It’s hard to gather saliva with your mouth so dry, and Erik feels your hand shake as you hold onto his wrist to spit into his palm. Shy and nervous, second guessing as you shift in place, now lying next to him. Shoulder against shoulder. You always need a little coaxing like that, some gentle nudging, and Erik’s happy to give you that push. “Aw, you can do better than that. Don’t get stingy with me, now.” 

You spit into his palm again, then wipe your lips on the back of your hand. Erik strokes himself under the blanket, swiping his thumb over his pierced tip every now and then, letting out quiet sighs of pleasure. It’s easy for him to fall into place, to fuck himself in front of you. Erik’s never been shy. But you’re still stuck there, just watching him. His brow pinched together, his chest rising and falling. 

Erik turns to you, playfully exasperated, “Oh my god, I have to do everything around here. C’mon, stupid,” and uses the hand that’s not pumping his cock to guide the hand that’s in your pants. He aligns his fingers over yours, long and spiderlike, with cold metal rings pressing against your knuckles, and gets you started again. Rubbing your clit in circles, counter clockwise. “Spread your legs a little, yeah. Mhm. Like this, I know you know what to do. Like you fucking mean it.” 

It aches when Erik pulls his hand away, opting to set it on your thigh instead. He squeezes you there as you massage your clit, groaning when his thumb slides over the sensitive underside of his cock. It’s kind of funny how neither of you talk about it, right? One minute, cuddling and dicking around like you’ve always done, and the next you’re sat next to each other fucking yourselves, and not a word acknowledging the taboo. 

Erik turns his head to the side and smiles at you. “Mmm, hi there,” he says softly. 

“H-hi,” you reply awkwardly, and Erik’s gaze drops to your mouth as you bite your bottom lip. You squeeze your eyes shut, too shy to look at him like this. Those piercing blue eyes, his stupid fucking cocky grin. 

“You can open your eyes,” Erik purrs. “You can watch. I paused the game, if that’s what you’re scared of.” 

“I’m not scared.” 

“Then open your eyes, you pussy. Look at me.” 

You open your eyes again, looking at Erik once again. He’s so handsome in the low light, breathing heavily as he gets an idea. “Gimme your hand.” 

“Why?” 

“‘Cause I wanna fuckin’- trade me.” You make a noise somewhere between a groan and a sigh as Erik pulls your hand away from yourself. “There, yeah. That’s the stuff,” he says, wrapping your right hand around his cock as his left one slides underneath your panties. You’ve soaked yourself, Erik feels, and you can feel how ridiculously fucking hard he is. He’s got a nice cock, long and smooth and pretty. Not that you haven’t seen it before.

Erik’s fingers slip through your folds and circle your clit, and you stroke his cock up and down, from base to tip and over and over again. It’s just stupid, dumb fun. Nothing serious, just playing around. Erik’s all giggles and moaning, and you’re squirming under his hand, still fighting to keep quiet as he’s two fingers deep inside you now, and rapidly curling them against your g-spot. It’s almost as if you’re still in denial that this is happening, or something. The hush-hush of it all. “Hey. Psst,” Erik whispers, “Feels better if you moan, dipshit. Wanna make some noise for me? A little one,” he says, “Just give me a little moan. I wanna hear you.” 

Erik pulls the hood of your clit back and touches you where you’re most sensitive, eliciting that moan he asked for. You’re louder than he expected, and he quickly covers your mouth, careful not to alert anyone who might be home. “Yeah, fuckin’ needed that, huh?”

You nod frantically, your mouth still covered as you moan and play with Erik’s cock, pressure building deep in your guts. Erik shifts uncomfortably, then leans in close. “Fuck, kid. Kinda - it’s a little hard to cover your mouth from here. Kiss me,” he says, and you pull away. 

“We can’t kiss, Erik.”

“You’re playing with my dick and you’re worried about a little kissing?” Erik scoffs. “Come on, who’s gonna know?” he asks, and you shrug. “M’not gonna bite you, either. This time,” Erik adds in a murmured tone, pulling you in. He wraps his hand around your waist and holds you close as he kisses you, warm breath mingling with yours as his tongue slides past your lips. 

It all builds so quickly from there, snowballs. Feeling your lips and pussy alone isn’t enough, and Erik needs more from you, and you from him. He breaks the kiss and pulls you into his lap, sloppily shoving your pants and panties down your thighs first, tossing them elsewhere. Erik himself does similar, shoving his own pants just below his knees to make more room. 

He takes his cock in his fist and presses it against the seam of your cunt, not quite fitting himself inside you yet. You drip onto him and he uses that slick as he works himself, dragging his head through your folds and over your clit. Erik kisses you and rubs himself against you for a moment, pausing to smile when you moan hungrily for him. He wonders idly how long you’ve been keeping this in, hm? 

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” 

“Yeah,” you whimper, loving the hard metal of his piercing against your soft skin. It makes the pleasure that much more sharp, more sensitive.

“I wanna feel a little better. C’mere–” Erik slips the tip of his cock inside you, then pulls your hips down. 

“Mm-mm, Erik. Wait a second, Erik. What if - I don’t know, what if…?”

“Shh, shh shh. It doesn’t count, alright?”

“Why not?”

“Because,” Erik groans, pulling you down a little further, “I fucking said so, that’s why. Trust me.” He thrusts his hips up, bottoming out with a sharp breath as he’s now fully sheathed in your slippery cunt. 

“I think - oh, Erik - I’m pretty sure it counts.” 

“Maybe a little,” Erik agrees, though neither of you care when he’s so deep inside you, bouncing you on his length. Slowly at first, getting you used to the sensation. “But who gives a shit, you know? We’re just - ah, Jesus - just fuckin’ around, nothin’ serious. How bad could that be?” 

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, Erik hitting that most sensitive of places inside you with his cockhead. 

“Yrah, m’not gonna get you into trouble,” he says. “But I mean - it’s the good kind of trouble anyway, so.” 

You nod quickly, rolling your hips to match his thrusts. You wrap your hands around his shoulders, squeezing Erik tightly as he fucks himself into you. His hand slides from your hips up your torso, where he gropes a handful of your breast, using his other hand to squeeze your ass. He buries his face into your neck, his trimmed beard tickling your skin, and moans into you before flipping you both over while still inside you. 

He fucks you deep from here, and he’s all hands. Needy hands, though they’re trying to be nice. Trying not to bruise you, but he easily could. That’s Erik though, isn’t it? He doesn’t mean to be, but he’s rough on his favorite things. He can’t help it. He wears his clothes til they rip and even past that point, uses shit until it breaks. Erik is who he is.

You cry out and Erik covers your mouth so only he can hear you, giggling as he shushes you. “Shh, shh. Jesus Christ, kid, pipe down. You’re a fuckin’ noisy one, huh?” 

Erik rolls his hips into you repeatedly, responsible for working both of you to your releases. He’s practiced, though faltering in his steadiness at times. It’s hard to maintain composure when you squeeze him the way you do, with your cunt pulsing around his cock and your legs wrapped around his hips, your feet resting on his ass. You slide your hands up his back, under his shirt, and dig your nails into his skin when he fucks you too deep. His name comes out in muffled syllables that you moan into his palm as Erik hisses curses into your ear, and he nips you there. 

He pries one of your hands off of his body and wriggles it between you both. “Play with your clit,” he instructs, “And you’re gonna look at me when you cum for me. Kay? I wanna see you.” 

You rub your throbbing clit, bringing forth that pleasure that builds deep inside you. Erik kisses your temple, then braces himself on the arm of the sofa while holding onto your hip. He pounds into you quickly, hitting that place inside of you with every thrust, and his piercing brushes against your cervix. 

Erik knows you’re close. Just a few moments longer and you’re cumming for him, moaning frantically into his palm as you try to hold your gaze on his, though it’s not easy when your eyes are rolling back into your skull. The way your pussy spasms around his cock has Erik moaning just the same, rutting his hips into you as he finishes deep inside, painting your walls with the cum he shouldn’t be spilling into you right now. But you won’t tell, and he won’t either.

After a final few thrusts, Erik pulls out of you, and you make a mess on the sofa. Erik sniffs, pulling his pants back up his legs. “Shit’s seen better days, anyway,” he says, then finds your clothes and tosses them to you. You dress yourself quietly, then tuck yourself back into Erik’s side where you both originally sat. He’s got his arm out and waiting for you to join him. “There she is,” Erik smiles, kissing the top of your head, then reaches for his controller. 

you know the drill ♡ nice thoughts and asks keep me motivated to write. have a safe week everybody

[x-prettyboy-x]

I NEEEEED more age gap Erik fics guys PLZ. Im such a slut for age gaps😭

[erikswhore]

does he know he exists😭😭

[x-prettyboy-x]

Here's an edit for you guys since I haven't written🫶🏻🩷

[tjwritesfanfics]

Okay SO

You loved your younger siblings so much. Didn’t matter that they had disfigured parts of their bodies that your family saw as a stain on the bloodline.

You were perfect sibling. No disformaties, the perfect hunter, everything. And everyone treated you different.

You hated it. So you ran away with your siblings.

But then you met the one thing you couldn’t have in the form of John Murphy. You were falling in love with him, but he was falling in love with Emori and she with him.

And you wouldn’t, couldn’t, come between them.

[x-prettyboy-x]

Yall see the vision right.. this was the first damn thing I thought of lmao, glad thats what it was based on