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malleusfucker · 1 year

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after seeing what happened in the new event & all the theories i wanted to write about malleus bein all soft but i don’t have time to write anything long so heres a lil something from my drafts i did like 4 months ago 👍

warnings: smut/nsfw, soft sex, oral (receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of 2 pps, afab but no gender or pronouns are explicitly specified

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you wrapped your arms around his body, tugging lightly at his coat to indicate that you wanted him to take it off. one thing that always bothered you about him was the way he always practically smothered himself in his clothing, not leaving an inch of skin visible but the part on his face. it was an irrational pet peeve you had the privilege to develop just out of greed, craving his warmth against you every hour of the day despite looking so gorgeous in anything he wore. he seemed to pick up on your intentions very quickly, with a snap of his fingers both of your clothes vanished and dropped to the ground. “eager, aren’t we?” he smirked slightly with one hand wrapped around the side of your body, nuzzling his face in your neck. ironically, the way he was behaving—licking and nibbling at your neck as his fingers glided up and down your body—would suggest that he would be the eager one.

he cuddled up next to you, pulling the sheets over your naked bodies as he continued to kiss your neck. your face was flushed, and the heat of the covers and malleus against you made your vision hazy, with glossed-over eyes you gazed at him as he started to trail more wet kisses down to your collarbone. you whined against his touches, with each kiss that he gently lay upon your skin travelling lower down your body, making you abruptly grab his hair as he rested his head on your bare stomach. “so beautiful…” he stopped his ministrations for a moment just to admire you, sliding and stroking his hands up your chest before slowly tracing small circles around your nipples, making you whimper. his touches felt almost too good; feeling yourself twitch and leak only furthered your ever-growing embarrassment as he continued to place soft kisses and licks below your stomach before he eventually got to your thighs. “mal…” you moaned out, sounding like a broken record as it seemed that his name would soon become the only part of your vocabulary for the rest of the night. caressing his hair, malleus looked back up at you with an expression that would make any sane person go crazy - it being filled with so much love and adoration that you wonder how you managed to be so lucky, having someone admire you as much as he does makes your head spin every time you share an intimate moment with him.

his love was sickly. nuzzling his face against your leg, he hummed as he brought his hands down to your abdomen, continuing to delicately stroke your skin before kissing your inner thigh. it was clear that he was purposely avoiding the place that ached for attention the most; feeling his rough horns occasionally brush up against your skin made you gasp and start to shake from how impatient you were.

“malleus…please…”

he simply laughed at the subdued pleas that escaped your mouth and finally brought his hand down to your crotch, where he stroked and slid his fingers against your soaking folds, gently gathering your slick on his fingertips as he felt you shudder against him.

“what is it, love?”

he didn’t let you respond, but rather his actions answered for you, gently kissing your throbbing sex before he slowly slid his forked tongue out and licked a stripe along your wet slit. you whimpered, already arching your back at the slightest sensation of his tongue against you as he started to slide and dip his fingers inside of you, stretching you out. malleus always loved to tease you. being more than capable of making you climax in a matter of seconds; he loved to stimulate you gradually at a pace so painfully slow it always made you cry from how vulnerable and sensitive you felt.

it was no different that evening.

minutes stretched into hours as he spent his precious time licking and lapping up every spot possible, slowly rubbing your clit in circles, when he soon smelled that familiar scent of your orgasm as your cries grew louder. you grabbed hold of his hair, trying so desperately to roll and move your hips, but your body simply trembled weakly. all of the raw stimulation he was giving you from both his tongue and fingers finally reached its peak as you felt yourself unravel. “mal…fuck- i’m-” a vicious tremor ran through your body with your toes curling as you felt yourself cum shamefully against his tongue; immediately clutching at his horns out of pure instinct as you mewled his name.

he always rode out your orgasms the best he could, letting them linger and wash through every nerve in your body while he laid his tongue flat, gently lapping every single drop that spilt out of you. “mmm…you treat me so well, sweetheart.” malleus chuckled and leaned closer to you as he lifted his head, keenly licking every trace of your desire off his fingers.

your chest heaved with your legs still trembling lightly from your high when you felt his face inching closer to your ear. acting instinctively, you shakily wrapped him with both of your arms and legs. you drew him closer to you, earning a slight gasp from malleus as he buried his face into your neck.

"hmm. what is it, my dear?"

you whined into his ear, shamelessly rutting your hips against his body as your patience had since worn thin whilst weakly scraping your nails down his back. “...you know what it is…” malleus’ relentless teasing showed no signs of letting up, making you practically spell out word for word every single thing you wanted him to do to you. as the night wore on, your restlessness had escalated to the point that all you could think about was wanting to feel him inside of you. your arousal soon returning and flowing out of you almost instantly as you quietly pouted against him.

you were virtually oblivious to just how spoiled you were of his love; having malleus spoon-feed you kisses and affection would only, in time, make you become greedy and greedy you definitely were.

“heh. why not tell it to me then?” he tenderly rubbed his cheek against yours, feeling as if it was out of pity for your increasing gluttony with your hips continuing to pathetically rut against him. he pushed his hips forward, feeling one of his hard and throbbing cocks brush against your aching core as you sobbed into his shoulder when he eventually opted to be generous enough to give you what you desired. he slowly aligned himself with you, turning to give your cheek a sweet kiss before carefully sliding one of his cocks inside you.

no matter how many times you shared these moments with him, the sensation always felt unlike anything you had experienced before, your eyes already rolling back simply at him just pushing himself inside of you. you shut your eyes tightly and squealed beneath his weight when he enveloped you with his arms, bringing your chests together as he began to rock his hips. you always made him feel so good, your mouth latching onto his neck in an attempt to muffle the drowsy and slurred moans that fled your lips. only minutes passed before that pleasure you would crave almost incessantly finally swept through you, the warmth and sensation of your bare bodies connecting, forcing you to drive your nails further into his back. “k-kiss-” unable to string coherent sentences together with how far your mind had gone, you tugged at his hair; behaving as if you were a spoilt kid anticipating your next treat. and those treats being something that malleus would always gift to you so lovingly, immediately raising his head up to plant a warm, gentle kiss upon your open lips whilst continuing to drive into you softly.

with each thrust, you sobbed pitifully into his mouth, writhing and squirming as the overwhelming pleasure in your stomach began to intensify. your skin felt as if it were on fire, igniting every fibre in your body with a warmth so pleasurable and satisfying that it depleted all of your energy, leaving you weak and unable to do anything other than tightening your grip on his body. malleus held such an intensity to him, being so powerful and capable of breaking anyone into two. still, it seemed he would always become contradictory with the way he behaved around you. as he cradled you in his arms, he treated you with delicacy, his lips scarcely brushing yours as he concentrated solely on pleasuring you.

already, you could feel the rapid approach of your orgasm with your legs becoming so limp, malleus' hands had to slide down your body to prop them up for you. “mal- ‘m c-close...” you rolled your head back, finally allowing the full impact of your climax to surge through you, your mouth agape as you whimpered your boyfriend's name. the orgasms that malleus gave you were always so intense, blurring your vision for a brief moment as your entire body tensed and seized. yet, no matter how intense they felt, they were always followed by such satisfaction that you would feel as if you were dreaming.

just like you, malleus followed through. he dropped his head to softly nuzzle your neck with a low groan as he felt himself finally explode, clinging and burrowing his claws into your thighs. as you embraced, you both panted against each other, your bodies drenched in sweat and slick with the ecstasy that had struck you so rapidly beginning to fade. you shifted your head to the side and peered through half-lidded eyes, where you saw malleus's hungry eyes widen as he examined your body attentively. his fingertips traced slender lines down your sides as his lips curled into a smile.

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luffyvace · 3 months

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〜Kats x black gn! Reader〜

Katsuki x black reader seems like power couple so I’m doing it 😎

enjoy<33

Okay so starting off with your drip

he honestly thinks your fits is 🔝 tier!!

but he never says it out loud 😐

if he does it’s at least not directly 🤷‍♀️

words of affirmation isn’t his thing..

but you know what is?!

act of serviceeeee 🤪

soooo..he’ll buy you clothes!

some times he’ll surprise you with stuff he knows you’d like and say he just happen to walk by

(he deliberately went looking for it)

and other times he just tells you to throw some clothes on, takes you to your fav clothing shop and tell you to pick out what you want 🤷‍♀️😊

he’s probably already picked up on AAVE from others he’s heard talking and context clues

so you can use it around him without having to explain

He’ll use it occasionally if the situation calls for it but he always uses it right—and never overuses it when unnecessary

as for your hair he’s more likely to buy you the products than he is to actually help you wash your hair

just cuz he knows you know what your doing

plus you can do it yourself, your not his child 😂

he could if he wanted to, but he chooses to stick to restocking your supply :)

his head massages>>

and by that i mean if you just got your hair braided and your head hurts he’ll gently massage your head without messing your hair up

Your hair is probably filled with oil and cream but he can just wash his hands :P

(If) he can braid hair i feel he wouldn’t have a problem with doing it

his braids and lines would be straight and he’d be quick at doing it after getting the hang of it too

if he can’t for some reason or another he’ll book you a good hair place/hair dresser

he’ll give you his moms hair products not to mention!

certainly gets it for free too

no way he’s paying for his ‘old hag’s” crap 😒

-katsuki

(he probably has his own from her because she forces him to take it. He likely avoided it at first and used something else out of spite, but once he tried it and discovered it works really well he started using hers instead)

besides after mitsuki finds out he’s getting some of it for you he gets extra from her

(partially bc she made him take it and partially because he wanted you to have some as a gift)

your food (let’s say you can whip up some delicious food) is pretty good to him!

he easily prefers cooking with you over any other class 1a student

simply because he tolerates (loves you) way more than any of them

cooking with him is pretty fun since your good and you don’t get yelled at!

you have a good nose for seasoning as well~

another thing ;P

your features are something he admires often

if you sit in front and diagonal to him it’ll be easier for him to not get caught

but he won’t deliberately turn around to stare if not, obv 🤡

he likes how distinct they are, gives him a lot to observe

i don’t know he just really likes looking at you (in a non creepy, romantic, way) 👍

especially when you look so peaceful while sleeping <3

your culture/dancing is something interesting for him to learn

And whether you know it or not yes he likes to learn (nerd 🤓☝️)

he leans more towards your culture tho

and there’s nothing you can do to get him to dance..

but he’ll watch you dance !

ofc not in a weird way, just seeing the dance itself and criticizing it (not in a rude way dw)

btw

Imma tell you right here right now no matter how dark or light your skin is, it was never a problem for him and never will be💗

he buys you bonnets when they rip or you loose them

if you loose them and he finds it after buying you another one he’s gonna smack you upside the head 😆👍

He probably relates with some things as far as if you have strict parents :P

actually, not probably.

so at least you have someone you could talk to about that

moral of the story? you and katsuki are highly compatible 💗👍

Trying to clear my drafts 😛

hope you enjoyed these dear black readers!!

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an-angels-fury · 11 months

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My Gerik Headcanons

Hey, guys!

Damn, this was already rotting here in my drafts. I planned to make this post months ago (only a few days after I created this page), but I always got lazy or too insecure to finish it. But now, IT'S FINALLY HERE 😄

As you probably read in title, these HC's are all about Gerik (Gerard Butler's Erik/The Phantom from the 2004 movie), so... well, don't get surprised if you expected something else. Also, these are all my opinions, so don't be an asshole if you disagree with them or just because you don't like Gerik or this specific adaptation 😒

Enjoy it 👍

Gerik doesn't have clear memories of his father. The only things that come to his mind in the few times he thinks of him is a big fist gripping painfully his tiny arm as a little child and a man lying dead in his bed.

Since he was born, Gerik's mother never let him walk around the house. Actually, he spent most of the time in his first years of life all alone, locked in a dark, cold and dirty baseament. The only times his mother would visit him was to give him some food or to hurt and punish him for simply being born.

Erik is not his birth name, but the one he gave himself after he came to the Opera House. His parents hated him and never saw him as their son, nor even a human being, so they never cared about giving him a name.

When he was only 7, his mother sold him to the circus. She took him out of the house for the first time, telling him they would take a trip to a very special place. Later, he would find out she planned this just to finally get rid of him.

When Gerik's keeper saw him for the first time, he didn't think his deformity was scary enough so, through the years, he would always find a opportunity to use his whip on him, giving the boy a more hideous appearence. He still bears most of the scars in his body, especially on his back.

Gerik got most of his magic knowledge in his time in the circus. One night, a magician who perfomed there notice the curiousity in the boy's eyes and decided to teach him some tricks, which he learned to execute very quickly. When the circus owners found out, they were very impressed and decided to take advantage of his abilities letting him participate of some numbers. This is one of the fondest memories of his childhood.

Sadly, most of his famous perfomances were as one of the main attractions in the freak show, being adressed as "The Devil's Child". Because of that, he spent most of his time locked inside a small cage.

In middle of the night, when the pain of loneliness seemed to devour his soul, Gerik would sing any sweet melody he created in his head while admiring the stars and losing himself in their light. There were times his tired eyes would catch some of his colleagues, other rare oddities, paying attention to him and his angelic voice. This is a habit he would mantain even after he started to live in the Opera House. Every night, he would go up to the building's roof and look at the starry night sky.

His only friend in that horrible place was the little acrobat monkey who lived in the camp. At least once a day, he would visit Gerik's cage and make company to him, play with him and make funny tricks to make him laugh.

It was the little animal who inspired child Gerik to build his monkey puppet who plays little plates (and also his music box years later). He still keeps the toy with him after all those years, even using him to sleep sometimes, but he'll never admit it.

He was only 12 when he finally killed his captor and ran away to the Opera with Madame Giry's help.

In his first years in the Opera House, he would spend most of his time exploring the dark tunnels and secret passages bellow the building, coming to the point of memorizing every corner in his mind, knowing the whole place better than anyone else. It would still take him some time until he could gain courage enough to finally come back to the surface and discover all the other places on the theater.

During his teenage years, he was haunted by night terrors. At night, those horrible memories of his childhood would always crawl back to his mind, so livid, making him shake, kick and cry histeracally until he finally wake up with the sound of his own screams. He still feared to be found and taken back to the circus. Happily, those dreams would become less and less constant as he grew up. But they've never truly gone.

He climbs the walls and the rooftop of the Opera, swims in the underground lake and practices fencing daily as forms of exercise. He learned in the most painful way what might happen when you're in the middle of a dangerous situation and you're too weak to defend yourself. He promised himself he would never be in this position ever again.

Red is his favorite color.

Since he can remember, darkness was always his best friend, the one who protected him from curious, scared eyes. It's his safe place, his refugee. But at night, before he lay down in his bed, the darkness which he's so familiar with, suddenly becomes something terrifying. The time he is asleep is the only one he takes the risk to be at anyone's mercy. That's why he uses so many candles to light his lair: because of his fear of waking up in the middle of the night, surrounded by darkness, and, suddenly, finding himself trapped in that baseament of his mother's house or in that cage in the freak show, vulnerable to anyone who wishes to hurt him again.

Gerik has no religion. As a child, he tried very hard to believe and find comfort in the idea of a kind, selfless and benevolent God who look out and take care of all living beings. When he still lived with his mom, he prayed every night, asking for God's help to make his mama love him back.

After his mother abandoned in the circus, feeling totally alone, hurt and helpless, he started to pray to God send him an angel, to embrace him and take him away to a place where his pain and suffering would finally be over.

When the years passed and, once again, he got no answer, Gerik came to conclusion that the existence of such powerful being was nothing but a lie, or maybe God was so disgusted and horrified about his existence that He, just like the rest of humanity, has abandoned him too ("A God like this could really be so cruel?! Am I really the Devil?!"). In the end, he prefered to believe in the first option because the second one seemed too painful to be true.

He shared a very close friendship with Madame Giry during his teenage years. However, reaching the adulthood, both got busy with their own works and duties (Gerik soon learned to not depend on his friend's care to survive and took his role as the Phantom of the Opera, while Mme. Giry became the ballet teacher of the Opera and got pregnant of her daugther Meg) and started to grew apart.

All Gerik's knowledge on romance comes from operas and plays (just like most of his knowledge in sword fighting as well), books and sweet gestures shared between lovers in their secret meetings in the Opera House.

He absolutely loves animals. There's no doubt he's the "animals are infinitely better than humans" kind of person (Christine and the Girys are his only exceptions). Every night, when there's no one else working in the stables of theater, he goes to take care of the horses, give them food and water and, in many occasions, rant about his feelings and frustrations with them. Even though he swears to himself he loves all of them equally, it's impossible for him to hide his soft spot for a certain black stallion called Cesar, whose personality is as stubborn and tameless as his own.

#I kinda had some other hc's but this is already too long and I'm too lazy to write it down (maybe a part 2 in the future or whatever...)#the phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera 2004 #poto 2004 #erik the phantom #erik poto #gerik #gerard butler #headcanons #poto headcanons #my headcanons

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