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sunshine-for-serotonin · 1 year

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Can you write a oneshot of Erik first discovering his mommy kink, like what you wrote about in your headcannons?

Now how could I say no to a request like that?

I left it up to interpretation as to whether Erik and reader are actually in a relationship, or if Erik’s desperation bled into his fantasies and got the better of him. Also, if you guys want another suggestion for Erik with a mommy kink, @potol0ver wrote really good head cannons and a one shot!

Before reading: modern!reader, 1800s!Erik, stalker Erik (nothing new), yandere!Erik (also nothing new), male masturbation, Erik’s so desperate it hurts, mommy kink, overstimulation, edging, Erik has a mannequin of you towards the end

Erik was absolutely miserable. You were away an outing with that little Giry girl, and he could only watch you for so long before she and you exited the confines of the opera house, before you left him and the safety he provided. Organ notes thundered angrily into the open air as Erik played a raging improve that spoke of despair, anger, and misery. Slowly, the notes seemed to morph into something sadder, something more desperate and loving, something that directly translated the feeling of Erik’s yearning for you and your love. The gentle splashing sounds of tear drops hitting the organ keys snapped him out of his reverie, as any defense Erik had broke and he pitifully curled in on himself, wailing at your absence. His breathing stuttering, Erik felt like he was drowning in his sorrow. ‘What if mon ange finds another to be more worthy of her love?’

‘What if she is to get harmed because I was too much of a coward to follow her into the light?’

‘What if (Y/N) does not return?’

No! He needed to calm down, ground himself so that he looked half presentable when you returned to him, because you would return to Erik, you had to! Although, he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you did come back and he was a mess. Would you soothe him? Shower him with affection and reassurance? Tell Erik you loved him and that you would never leave him, that he belonged to you? Claim him as yours and smother him with kisses and lovebites? Would you let Erik press kisses to your thighs and slowly make his way up to your clit? Would you let Erik push his tongue into your velvety walls with desperate fervor, need for your taste evident in his pleading eyes? Would you allow Erik to shove his horrid face between your thighs and absolutely worship you, feasting on you like you were his first meal in years? Would you make love to Erik, kissing away his tears and praising him while you overstimulated him into a babbling mess?

Gasping, Erik tried his best to pull himself out of his fantasies but to no avail, blood rushing to his face and somewhere lower as his body seemed to become unbearably hot and yet still remained uncomfortably chilled against the stagnant air inside his house. Biting his lower lip, Erik leaned against his now closed organ in a haze, shifting his weight back and forth from one foot to the other, whining and desperately moving his thighs together to try and stimulate himself as he felt his cock strain against his pants. Erik allowed his hands to wander around his body subconsciously, tracing against his ribs and hips only to lightly circle against his erection while the other moved to his chest and played with his nipple through his white dress shirt.

“mm-ah! (Y/N), please! Please, please, please!”

It was his own voice echoing off his chamber walls that brought Erik back to his senses. Whimpering partly out of embarrassment and partly out of arousal, Erik took his hands away from himself forced them to his sides. No matter how hard he tried, Erik could not force away the carnal desire for your skin on his, nor the ache in his soul for your love and attention. Short, fast, breaths left Erik’s body as tears sprang to his eyes, he needed you, he needed you, he needed you! He needed you so badly he thought he most certainly would perish without your loving touch!

Erik knew he had to calm down, ground himself, take his mind off of how much his skin burned for your gentle caresses. Ah! He knew what he would do! Surely a hot bath would help calm him at least a small amount? At the very least give him time for his ‘problem’ to resolve? However….the latest performance of his new opera was showing sooner rather than later…and your bathroom was much closer to box five than his own….surely you wouldn’t mind if he used your bathtub, would you? Or if he used your wash products? Maybe even a light spritz of your perfume? And…you had left the opera populair in clothes fit for the time period, so you had his favorite ‘sweater’ of yours lying around in your room somewhere…certainly you wouldn’t mind if Erik donned it for a spell after bathing? Just to warm up a bit? Judging by the way his cock was twitching at the thought of your scent, it wouldn’t truly help ease his arousal in the slightest, and yet Erik continued to delude himself and justify going into your room without you in it.

Small gasps and whimpers left Erik’s mouth as he walked over to grasp his mask from the side of his organ and slid it over his face, every accidental brush of his legs together sending sparks of pleasure from his dick to the rest of his body. Erik couldn’t help but take one of his hands and let it play with his clothed tip, the wet spot on his trousers becoming more prominent as precum oozed under his ministrations. Gently pinching and thumbing over his slit had Erik nearly falling to his knees, as the urge to moan something bubbled in the back of his throat, though he couldn’t focus for long enough to figure out what that something was, knowing only that it was a desperate call for you. Forcing himself back to reality, Erik removed his hand from his body once more and lit a lantern before making his way through his house to his boat, and finally, to the secret tunnel that led to your room.

The walk through the passage way was torturous for Erik, nearly dropping his lantern and muffling his moans at every slight pressure against his cock, but eventually he made it to your closet and finally into your chambers. Wasting no time, Erik stripped down like his clothes were burning him and ripped off his mask before laying them on your bed, not being able to suppress a moan of relief as his dick was finally freed from his trousers and stood fully, hitting his stomach. Balling his boney hands into fists, it took all of Erik’s restraint to keep from ensnaring himself in your soft sheets and pleasuring himself like his very existence depended upon it.

Moving to your bathroom, Erik closed the door and took note of your towel hanging on the hook before forcing his attention to the task at hand. Erik kneeled at the side of your bathtub before turning the knobs and plugging the drain. Moving to stand back to his full height, Erik’s hips jerked and accidentally ground his erection into the cold porcelain.

“Mm!”

Closing his eyes and gripping the lip of the tub so tight that his knuckles paled, Erik couldn’t help but rut against the chilled surface and chase the foreign feeling of pleasure, only to pull away whimpering as the warm water filled the basin to his fingertips. Shutting off the pipes and entering the water, Erik immediately felt his body relax. Sinking down until his mouth was below the water and closing his eyes, Erik crossed his arms over his abdomen to try and mimic what it would feel like if he was resting against you and you were holding him from behind. Craning his skull back and to the side, Erik imagined resting his head in on your collarbone and shoulder area whilst you planted kisses to the crown of his head, down to his marred lips, to his ears and neck while you lovingly ran your nails along his sides, one of your hands creeping lower as you called him your good boy. Gripping his shaft loosely and setting a slow pace as Erik felt himself throb as he whined for more, only for you to silence him by kissing him stupid and slipping your tongue into his mouth. Snapping his eyes back open, Erik felt like crying as he realized it truly had simply been just his imagination, swearing he could have actually felt your skin against his. Taking your soap from the shelf, Erik tried to distract himself from the pulsing heat in his dick by beginning to wash himself, wishing to high heaven it was you taking care of him instead of his own hands.

Finally finishing, Erik pulled the plug to the drain and slowly stood up, making a beeline for your towel. More heat rose to to Erik’s cheeks at the realization that the towel had been around your naked form, a lovesick smile forming on his lips as he wrapped it around himself and pulled up a part of the material to inhale as deep as his lungs would let him, your scent a shot of pure ecstasy. The fluffy material made Erik crave your embrace more than he did already, gently brushing against his erogenous zones and further setting his nerves on end.

“M-mon amore, I need you so horribly, so horribly, so horribly! This living corpse desires only your love!” Erik all but cried.

Wait! He couldn’t get sidetracked, he needed to find your sweater! Hanging your towel back up and walking back into your room, he spied your dirty laundry basket, and through the slots was your (f/c) sweater. Immediately pouncing on the basket to dig out the material, Erik was only halted in his progression by a piece of lacy fabric. Time seemed to come to a halt as, with trembling fingers, Erik pulled out a pair of your lingerie. A full minute passed before Erik’s brain finally started to function again, only one thought in his mind.

‘Opera be damned!’

Briefly setting down your lingerie, Erik snatched up your sweater and awkwardly shoved it over his frame with haste, before swiping the lacy fabric off the floor. Stumbling, nearly tripping, in his eagerness to get to your bed, Erik laid back and imagined you pushing him into the covers, both your mouths working feverishly and moulding together, your heavenly lips slotted against his own twisted ones as nothing but pure love poured from you both. Before Erik even had the chance to break out of his fantasies, the seams of your lingerie were in his mouth as Erik licked and sucked all of your essence he could get out of them, thoroughly soaking them with saliva and moaning all the while.

In his minds eye, Erik felt you kiss and suck all over his neck, his body tensing and arching as some of his fingers traced circles into his nipple and the others into his hips, teasing himself further. Reluctantly withdrawing the soaked material from his mouth, Erik was hit with the sensation of something building in his throat, the same something from earlier. Not giving it a second thought, Erik immediately dived into his fantasies once more.

“Mon ange, s’il vous plaît!”

‘Aww, is my baby needy? Does he need me to touch him?’ “You” cooed at Erik.

“Mmhm! Oui, oui, oui, oui!!! Oh, please touch me! Please! I’ve been so good for you!”

“Alright, babydoll, deep breath for me, ok?”

And just like that “you” enveloped Erik fully, and the dam at the back of his throat burst.

“Maman!!”

Erik was absolutely sobbing with relief as the feeling of wet lace kept warm by his body heat wrapped around his reddened cock, his hand gripping tightly so that it truly felt like he was inside you. Hot tears of pleasure and desperation streamed down Erik’s face as he pictured you kissing him deeply and beginning to move above him.

“M-maman, mommy, mommy, mommy! Ah! Ah! Please, more! Mm- more! Ah! Mommy, I need more! I-I need-mmm! Please, mommy!”

With every upwards motion “you” made, Erik drew his hips back just to thrust them back up and reconnect them with “yours”, crying out for you to let him have his release.

“You look so good beneath me, babydoll. So pretty for me, my good boy.”

“I-I’m your good boy, mommy! Maman, I-I’m getting-ah-close! Please please please, let me cum! Let me cum inside you!”

Just as he was about to reach his peak, “you” stopped moving. Sobs wracked Erik’s frame as he tried desperately to get more friction, yet his efforts remained unsuccessful. Moving one of his hands to just below his ear on the right side of his neck, Erik let his nails lightly dig into his flesh, the picture of you leaning over him to mark him up and the feeling of “your teeth” on his nape left him craving more.

“Oh, my poor babydoll. Do you want mommy to stop?”

“Non! Mommy please!”

“Use your words, pretty baby. What do you want me to do?”

“Please, I need you to let me finish, maman! I need you on top of me!”

“That’s my good boy.”

Setting a rapid pace, Erik set about pleasuring himself once more, his narrow hips surging upwards in desperation. Lewd wet sounds filled the room, and it was a simple task for Erik to pretend that they came from the two of you being joined together as more tears gathered in his eyes. Feeling his orgasm beginning to swiftly build, Erik let his mouth fall open as frantic moans and drool escaped him. Swiping his thumb over the slit on his tip had keening sounds absolutely pouring from his vocal cords. He was cuming, he was cuming!

“M-Mommy! I love you! Je t’aime!”

The words had scarcely left him before his thick ropes of cum soiled your lingerie and leaked out at the sides. His face burned with the realization of what he had just done, and yet still, Erik let out a whimper of unsatisfaction. Not giving himself time to think, Erik flipped himself over and grabbed two of your biggest pillows, shoving one between his legs and burying his poor face in another. Oh God, they smelled just like you. Your scent absolutely intoxicated Erik, who sucked on your pillow and imagined it was your chest, his hips beginning to work themselves into the case of the other. His eyes rolled back into his skull as the overstimulation began to set in, it felt like his body was on fire, it felt too good, if he orgasmed without your permission, he wouldn’t be good for you!

“M-mommy, mommy, please! Say I’m your good boy! Tell me I’m making you feel good, please! I want to make you feel good! I need too! I need you to cum for me, please, please! Please let me make you cum!”

Closing his eyes, Erik imagined your hands running over the top of his head as you praised him for pleasuring you so well, his hips picking up pace as he moaned loudly into your pillow. His blood pumping almost violently beneath his skin, Erik moved his head to another area of your pillow and began to kiss there with a fiery passion, knowing that another orgasm would befall him soon. Imagining your lips pushing up into his own, Erik let himself fall apart in your imaginary embrace. Turning his head to the side, Erik pretended he tucked his head into the side of your neck, his hips moving faster as he swore he could feel your legs wrapping around his waist.

“Mm, you’re making me feel so good Erik! You’re doing so good for me!”

“M-maman, please! I’m going to cum again!”

“Go ahead, babydoll. You deserve it.”

“Merci! Merci! Merci, maman!”

And with a final cry for you, Erik came completely undone.

It took a good while for Erik to calm down enough for the realization of the title he had given you to sink in. His face burned as he cradled your pillow close to him.

“Forgive your poor beast, (Y/N), for Erik doesn’t believe he can ever call you by another title now.” He whimpered to your imaginary figure within his embrace.

After a few seconds more of laying in your bed, Erik finally moved to get up. Looking down to his side, Erik spied his clothes and mask. They must have fallen off during his ‘activities’ he thought to himself, removing your sweater and dressing quickly. Flipping your pillows around and remaking your bed as you had left it, Erik pocketed your lingerie as well as snatched up your sweater, swearing he would wash them and return them to you later however unlikely that it may be. Finally, Erik shakily made his way over to his lantern and back to his underground abode.

As soon as Erik was able to reach his personal chambers, Erik stripped down once more and put your clothing items on his bed. Making his way into the far right corner of his room, Erik retrieved a wax sculpture of you and carried it back with him and set it by your dirtied clothes. Each feature was carved and fashioned in your exact likeness, love poured into every fine detail with the same reverence you would find a sculpted angel to possess. Stealing a shy kiss from the unmoving lips of your wax look alike, Erik maneuvered your lingerie up its legs, past its thighs, and finally to around the pelvic area of the mannequin, followed shortly by your sweater sliding over its head and down over its torso and arms. Tucking the mannequin into bed, Erik joined it underneath the duvet and pulling it close to him.

“Je t’aime, mon ange. Fais de beaux rêves.”

Nestling closer to the wax figure of you as his body heat warmed it, Erik placed one more loving kiss to its lips and allowed himself to drift off with vivid dreams of you taking him into your loving arms.

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@sloppyzengarden

I hope you guys enjoyed! Thank you for your patience!!!

#Yandere Erik destler #yandere erik destler #erik destler x reader #erik destler #phantom of the opera #erik destler smut #yandere male #Fem!darling

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melodiesofmidnight · 1 year

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just heard that phantom broadway is actually being closed in anticipation of the release of "bad phantom," in which erik dabs when appearing behind the mirror & hits the audience with a "YEET" when tossing the mannequin in the final lair

#raoul wears ripped jeans and a fauxhawk #christine has a septum ring and rolls her eyes throughout muzik of the nite #phantom of the opera

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glassprism · 1 year

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It's been said that Webber Christine shows the most strength and fierceness, more than other any other versions. But when watching 2004 movie Webber Christine that same feel isn't there. Why did they insist to have her be a bit more weaker than the stage? Did that look better to do for movie purposes?

Oh, I don't know about being the strongest and fiercest, plus it really depends on the actress. (Meghan Picerno? Very fierce. Sarah Brightman? More dreamy than fierce.) Like, I think Leroux's Christine, who slams a door in Erik's face, wields a pair of scissors in case Erik should "stop acting like a gentleman", lies to Erik's face for two weeks, bashes her own head against a wall - that's pretty strong. Not to mention Claude Rains's Christine, who ditches both men in favor of her own career, or Robert Englund's Christine, who literally sets his lair on fire, both badass in different ways.

I think the best way to say it is that ALW's Christine experiences the most growth and change, since she starts off naive and passive but becomes independent over the course of the show, while others, like Leroux's Christine, are quite strong to begin with but do display less growth as a consequence. (And then there's Kay's Christine who just doesn't mature at all. Just a flat line of character development.)

But anyway, one thing about the movie is that they cut off scenes that show more of Christine's defiance. The big one for me is 'Notes II', a scene in the musical where Christine 1) yells at Carlotta, 2) yells at the managers, 3) yells at Raoul, and 4) yells at everyone before running off. The movie, however, removes most of the scene, leaving only Raoul's plan and 'Twisted Every Way'. This is part of the adaptation process, of course, where scenes get shortened or removed to bring the runtime down, and it makes some sense because 'Twisted Every Way' is moved to after the graveyard scene, not before as in the musical, but it does mean that a moment of Christine actually speaking out for herself is excised.

Another aspect is just the direction given to Emmy Rossum and her acting, such as in 'Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again'. In the musical, most actresses use this scene as Christine's big growth moment - Christine is finally moving on from her grief, she's ready to stand on her own feet, etc. In the 2004 movie, though, Emmy Rossum is just... sad. She's sad. It's honestly a bit funny because it seems like nobody actually listened to the lyrics of the song ("No more memories, no more silent tears, no more gazing across the wasted years!"), as if the director was just like, "Oh, 'Wishing'? It's the sad song, right? Just tell Emmy to play it sad, that's all we need."

And a third factor is the blocking of some scenes. 'Final Lair' is the big stand-out to me, because in the musical Christine is everywhere in that scene: she's trying to free Raoul, she blocks him from the Phantom, she is sometimes actively fighting the Phantom or making him back down or yelling at him, and it really shows how active and defiant Christine has become. But in the movie's 'Final Lair', Christine just stands there, again looking sad ("about as useful as a mannequin" went one review). Maybe she didn't want to get her dress wet, I don't know. The overall effect is that Christine comes off like an observer, not an active participant in the scene.

As for why they did this, there are some possible reasons. I think a big part of is that the movie was made to appeal to a younger, more mainstream crowd, teenagers to very young adults, and one way to do that is to strip the audience surrogate (the character that people will project themselves onto, in this case Christine for young women) of her personality traits. This is something that Stephenie Meyer did with her Twilight series, where Bella was written "so that the reader could more easily step into her shoes", to the point of leaving out even a description of her appearance.

That being said, this isn't necessarily confined to movies for teenagers; it's a fairly common thing to do in romances too, and one thing about the 2004 movie is that it really upped the romantic aesthetic, humanizing the Phantom, making him much more an object of sympathy, and so on.

And of course... maybe that's just how the filmmakers see Christine! Maybe that's just how they see the story overall, as a love triangle with a passive girl being fought over by two men; unfortunately, I think love triangles in pop culture in general come off that way. Heck, women in media are still being written that way, and Phantom is far from the first or the last to have that happen. After all, stripped of blocking and staging and actresses, the story can be seen in that sense. It wouldn't be the first time someone has misinterpreted the musical (ahem restaged tour).

So there you have it.

#GP gets asks #anonymous #as I wrote this I had flashbacks to frigging Piers Anthony #who could not write women at all #but anyway

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jennyfair7 · 1 year

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i just wanna tell u that youre strong for being an erikquin shipper god bless u for this. its one of those ships that are so sick and crack it actually sounds cool. good for u man

THANK YOU 🙏🙏🙏

One phan's crack is another phan's OTP and I will die on the Erik/Mannequin hill, so I appreciate your support 😆 I'm also gonna use this as an opportunity to plug my Erik/Mannequin phic:

Moment of Weakness

Moment of Madness

Minific - Fluffy

Minific - Things you said at the kitchen table

Minific - After she went home

Minific - Tea party

😘

#ask jennyfair #erik/mannequin #erik/mannequin 4eva #eriquin #there's always room on the good ship erik/mannequin #and don't forget lnd london #erik/lnd sexbot #ship and let ship

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dontmeantobepoliticalbut · 10 months

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Indiana Attorney General Todd Rokita (R) announced that he and six other state attorneys general have sent a letter advising Target that their Pride display could violate state laws. The letter accuses Target of violating laws that “protect children from harmful content meant to sexualize them and prohibit gender transitions of children.”

The at-times incomprehensible letter accuses Target of selling Pride gear for kids, promoting products from a brand that sells “Satanist-Inspired” merchandise, and helping GLSEN, an LGBTQ+ youth advocacy group that the attorneys general say has a “purpose of undermining parents’ constitutional and statutory rights by supporting ‘secret gender transitions for kids.'”

In May, it became something of a trend for conservative influencers to record themselves going into Target to express disgust at the store’s LGBTQ+ Pride displays, sometimes vandalizing them or harassing Target employees.

The attorneys’ general letter appears to draw inspiration from those videos, citing some of the products that conservatives were outraged by, including a tucking swimsuit sold in adult sizes, which some conservatives thought would turn kids transgender. The letter also complains about “LGBT-themed onesies, bibs, and overalls,” all products the conservative influencers expressed distaste for. The letter also mentions an adult T-shirt with a drag queen on it.

The letter says that Target carried products with “anti-Christian designs such as pentagrams, horned skulls, and other Satanic products,” citing a Reuters article. The Reuters article, though, doesn’t back the Republicans’ claims and actually says that Target was selling products from the brand Abprallen, which has associated in the past with British designer Erik Carnell, who has sold the above-mentioned Satanic merchandise through his own channels.

While the connection between Target and Carnell doesn’t seem strong enough to include in a letter sent for legal reasons, the idea that Target is selling Satanic products was part of an internet rumor earlier this year. AI-generated images of T-shirts with inverted pentagrams and goat heads and of a store display with a red, goat-headed mannequin were shared on social media last month and caused outrage in conservative Facebook groups, even though the images were fake and the products weren’t really being sold by Target.

The letter states that Target “has no duty to fill stores with objectionable goods, let alone endorse or feature them in attention-grabbing displays at the behest of radical activists.” It says that Target has a duty to its shareholders that it violated because some conservatives said they were boycotting Target on social media and therefore the Pride displays “negatively affected Target’s stock price.”

“It is likely more profitable to sell the type of Pride that enshrines the love of the United States,” the letter states. “Target’s Pride Campaign alienates whereas Pride in our country unites.”

It’s unclear what the legal argument is in the letter since businesses make unprofitable decisions all the time without facing prosecution. The letter says that “as the chief legal officers of our States, we are charged with enforcing state laws protecting children and safeguarding parental rights” including laws that “penalize the ‘sale or distribution… of obscene matter.'” But it doesn’t threaten to prosecute Target or its executives for selling “obscene” rainbow onesies.

Furthermore, it cites Indiana’s recently passed ban on gender-affirming health care for transgender youth, but Target wasn’t selling hormones or puberty blockers in its Pride displays. The gender-affirming healthcare ban doesn’t ban people under the age of 18 from identifying as LGBTQ+.

The letter is signed by Rokita and the attorneys general of Arkansas, Idaho, Kentucky, Mississippi, Missouri, and South Carolina. They are all Republicans.

“Transanity doesn’t sell,” Rokita said in announcing the letter. “Let’s all unite around pride in America instead of falling into the trap of dividing along lines of identity politics.”

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