#erik destler imagines

[gothiclov]

𝒟𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒

(No TW just comfort)

   There he stood across the room not really grasping why you so suddenly came to him without uttering a word even in response to his own, that is until he saw the look in your eyes. His gaze soften upon seeing your melancholy expression, the way your head hung low, and your hands dejectedly falling at your sides. Initially, he was worried he had upset you but upon observing you he knew it wasn’t that, you had something much more pressing going on. Although he couldn’t quite read exactly what was causing you such distress he just knew the emotions you had felt by one look at the way you carried yourself. You hadn’t dared to meet his stare knowing that if you did so everything would come crashing down at once, and the weight of the burden you were carrying would become too much for you to bare. You refused to let the pools that were building in your eyes overflow in front of him. He noticed you holding back, it slightly pained him as he would never want you to feel the need to put up a front around him. He slowly made his way towards you, his eyes fixated on your gloomy expression. Although Erik wasn’t one to typically initiate large amounts of physical affection in the relationship as you both were still fairly new to this however at this moment none of that mattered. All that matters is that you’re in front of him in need of his soft touch and protective grasp. He slowly reached for your hand taking it into his own then lifting it softly to his lips all the while maintaining eye contact with you even if you tried looking away. The way you so helplessly stared at him absolutely broke his heart, he knew you struggled with so many things all at once but to see how truly distraught you are in this moment made it all more real. He stared softly before gently wrapping his arms around you his right hand subconsciously guiding itself to the back of your head to pull you into his embrace, and the other slowly running up and down your back.

“Everything is okay now, I promise you my love I’m here.” He spoke so softly and delicately while running his hand down the back of your head. This was enough to set you over the edge, tears falling rampant from your now reddened cheeks as you raised your hands to grasp the material of his shirt from his chest your other hand grasping the back.

“I’ll protect you I promise, share your burden with me Angel don’t hold back it’s only me.” His voice was so soothing to the burning of your heart, he was so genuine and was happy to comfort you the way you have with him. His delicate words and voice caused you to bury your face into his neck just so you could feel more surrounded by his protective presence. Recalling everything that had caused you to be this way your shoulders shook as you now audibly sobbed into him. It was so much emotion at once, the overwhelming feeling of affection you’re getting from Erik, the sadness you held in your heart, and your gratitude for finally having someone to genuinely try to soothe the wounds of your heart. 

Upon hearing your audible sobs he softly shushes you while pulling your body impossibly closer to his own. 

“When you’re ready tell me what’s going on but for now I’ll just hold onto you until you’ve calmed.” He softly reassured leaving gentle kisses on the side of your head and the tip of your ear. Although you didn’t tell him what was on your mind that night he still stuck beside you and held onto you giving comforting words here and there without forcing anything out of you. He simply stuck by your side the entire night until you fell asleep in his embrace once he had taken you to lie down, your face still buried into the side of his neck while he held you with both arms. Although it was a simple gesture it was truly all you needed and he understood that happily caring for the person he loved more than absolutely anything.

[apocalypse-shuffle]

THE PHANTOM | ERIK (multi iteration)

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“An Amati to be Worshipped” (Erik Destler |The Phantom of the Opera x Fem!Reader)

| Erik just can’t keep that mysterious demeanor about him when it comes to you. Or his temper. Or his lust.

| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, violinist!reader, (TW: stalker!erik, non con voyeurism, masturbation) questionable history/depictions of 1800’s French culture (I tried)

| picture source: shots from Ben Crawford & Emilie Kouatchou’s run as The Phantom & Christine on broadway

| 1k+ words

In one word Erik was miserable.

His truest obsession, his sweet violinist, was out sick and as such he didn’t get to peer down upon her from box five as she drew those elegant fingers across her bow and string.

He missed her sun worshipped skin like a starving man missed food. She stood out like the brightest star from the pit. Playing her violin like it came as easy as breathing, much in the way Erik himself played his many well versed instruments.

Watching the performance earlier that night had been truly disappointing. Not even Christine’s voice could make up for the lack of the melodic rises and falls that came from his violinist’s strings. It was a clear missing puzzle piece in the whole show. One that irked him down to his soul and made him vow to gut the hapless fool in your place while you recovered.

And he wanted to curse that too.

The newest stage hand had forgone cleaning up the stage after pre-rehearsal a few days ago and you, his greatest muse, had slipped and fallen.

Your decent from the stage to the pit had almost made him reveal himself from his elevated position in the rafts. You’d dropped so abruptly, so thoroughly, that you’d screamed. A wretched sound forced from your mouth that had made even Erik gasp and want to reach for your fallen form.

Erik himself, with that fear and fury still thriving through his very spirit, had only just come from doing what he promised when he saw the tears tracking down your face. He’d gutted DuBoi within an inch of his life, the worm wasn’t worth being taken to his torture chamber, and left him to rest for his remaining hours as he chocked on his own tongue.

He stomped through his passage ways now, in search of you of course. After avenging your ails he was near giddy to get back to what he’d taken up doing since your most unfortunate injury.

He rounded the narrow corner to your bed chambers in the sick bay and hummed lightly as his eyes finally lay upon your form.

You were exquisite.

He could watch you for hours, and did. With the opera house quieting down after the night’s lackluster show and Christine not being due for a lesson, his presence was not needed anywhere else as twilight descended.

You mostly read, books from Senegal that were in a French dialect he was too unfamiliar with to read easily, and worked on your music. That was always his favorite part of the night.

Whenever everyone retired to their shared quarters you would sneak off, usually to the roof, lean against the Angel statue and pull out your beaten pieces of sheet music to write on. You’d hand draw the measure lines with steady hands and the finest ink you owned and then you’d be off.

Many a night Erik had watched as you embarked on the painstaking, and very familiar, process of writing your own music. You wrote, playing on your violin to check your song, until your eyes started to droop and the sun began to peak in the horizon.

You’d cringe, sigh, laugh and celebrate on the roof at your melodies, good and bad, and Erik would watch and wish to celebrate alongside you. To help guide you into finding your musical voice. To embrace you in your combined cheer.

He longed like no other to feel the touch of another. Of companionship.

There’d been many nights that he’d fantasized of stealing you away. As far as he was concerned the light of mundane people didn’t deserve to be blessed by your darkness. A darkness that he’d cherish. That he’d compliment, even.

Your songs weren’t amazing by any measure, you were clearly a beginner, but they were yours and he lived to hear you.

He’d read you music, even hummed your baby masterpiece in his free time. Tweaked little bits and sung it to you until the subtle change in tune got stuck in your head and you’d put the tweaks to paper. Even twisting them again yourself to fit your song more preferably. He always liked your changes immensely, and was honored that you mixed parts of him into that bit of your soul.

You were doing that tonight, in fact. Last night he played a new idea on his own violin. Behind the walls as you’d slept he’d had the pleasure of serenading you and now that his melody had sneaked into your subconscious mind you were writing away.

Erik closed his eyes as you began to play. Even bedridden without an audience, and your own choppy tune being strung together, you were amazing.

He listens to you for hours. Ear practically up against the wall Erik stays up and then subsequently falls asleep with you.

When he wakes he can tell the sun hasn’t risen yet by the dead silence that meets him but he knows you’re asleep. When he rises from his seated position in the cramped pathway and looks through the peephole to the sick room he confirms his guess. The area is still lit but you yourself are passed out, having seemingly been in the midst of playing until the moon’s siren song pulled you under.

He watches you silently. Eyes tracing your figure. Your dark skin just about twinkles under the harsh lights. The yellow lighting of the gas lamp doesn’t do you justice and yet somehow you manage to enrapture him still.

Your shut eyes flutter as he looks upon you. A smile graces his lips; you're enchanting. He wants to be able to speak with you. To mark the creases of your smile up close. To trust you with the secrets of why he hides in the shadows. To feel what it'd be like to have and to hold you.

To feel you succumb to him.

Completely.

He can’t help it. Almost against his wishes his mind turns to thoughts of you beneath him. To the way your skin would yield to his hands and his to yours.

To the arch of your bodies pressed together and the sounds he would siphon from your plush lips.

It makes him squirm in place as he watches you with different eyes. Sinful ones.

His eyes travel down your body and instantly Erik knows how he’s going to spend the rest of the opera’s still hours. You’re allure too strong and Erik too weak for you.

Unable to tear his eyes away from your breasts, Erik can only desire the pleasure of the flesh having his sweet violinist would bring. Your satisfaction has long been made a priority of his after all. It would only make sense for him to satisfy your more…sexual needs.

Even though he could only dream of it currently.

He imagines himself in there now. How he’d start by putting his hand to your cheek, the first touch of another’s skin he’d have in decades. He closes his eyes as his breath stutters out of him.

He would challenge the very God Christine prays to every night, a fool's errand perhaps -but one he would happily embark on, for the chance to see the stark contrast of his skin against yours.

Once more he opens his eyes to gaze upon you. He imagines after he touches your cheek he’d let his fingers trace down your throat and sternum before pausing just above your breasts. Trembling slightly, Erik thinks of caressing and cupping them, of running his thumbs over your dusk nipples. Marveling at how lovely they felt in his hands. Of the gentle sounds you’d give him in return.

Not letting himself think, he lets his hands travel over his own body, cape falling to the floor as he unclips it. He pictures leaning down, putting his lips around your right nipple, and beginning to circle it with his tongue while gently pinching the left one.

He imagines the way your eyes would flutter as he stimulates you with his mouth. Tongue gently sweeping over the stiff peaks of your nipples as you sighed your satisfaction.

Thereafter is when he allows himself to fully succumb to his rampant imagination. All his dreams of whimsy coming through in his mind's eye.

He thinks of you waking up, of skilled dark fingers moving to gently lift his head up, of the smile you’d give him.

“Was last night not enough? Have you come back for more?”

“Whatever you will give me.” Erik sends his own smile back. An action his face is largely unused to but that he is happy to make happen for you.

Your fingers run over the top of his head, through the few skant hairs there.

“Then give me your full devotion,” you say and Erik’s heart sours before he’s going back to your chest.

He says, "With pleasure," and lightly bites your nipple, pleased to feel you shudder.

He’s had the pleasure of learning recently that you were extremely responsive to touch and by god does he wish to apply that knowledge.

Erik then allows himself to fully be given to conjured images of you giving way beneath him. To him delving between your folds and the heavenly noises you make for him.

The thought of you crying out his name is what finally has him spurting into his hands, stuttering gasps falling from his mouth.

When Erik next opens his eyes, the scene of you so beautifully coming undone seared behind his lids, there are tears stuck to his lashes and pooling in his eyes.

His breath hiccups from his chest as he relaxes his hold on his cock. The spent organ flopping onto his thigh.

Erik allows himself to gaze upon you once more, something near shame threatening to claw through him as a few droplets cascade down his cheek, before the morning settles and he is once again back to the reality of being known no longer.

A monster forever bound to his faith hidden in the looming loneliness of shadows as his only company.

Its only shining light being you.

NOTES: Ohhhhhhhh. I hope y’all liked this. I just live for Erik being a needy pathetic simp.

P.S: I won’t respond cause this is a side blog but I do like comments, you can leave one.

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Phantom of the Opera - Erik x Listener SFW Returning To Your Phantom of the Opera

[M4A] [Part 3] [Reverse comfort] [Discussion of past kidnapping, self-hatred] [Listener is taking the place of Christine] [Kisses]

It's been a long time but he's back, or rather, you're back! You came back!

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[elfwoodfae]

I want to write for the phantom and I want to write like now ahahah if anyone has any ideas you can let me know and send asks or send ideas because I’m dry and high but obsessed, smut is an option too 🖤

[slashingdisneypasta]

Erik Destler Imagine

Imagine working at the brothel Erik visits, and you quickly become his favourite because you don't attempt to glimpse his face, and you dont mind the blindfold he wants you to wear- you dont mind him imagining someone else. Everyone falls for someone that doesn't want them back at least a couple times in their life, so if he wants to call you Christine that's alright.

Eventually he specifically asks for you every time he comes and it becomes routine. You say hello and you ask him how he is but don't pry, then you dutifully tie the blindfold over your eyes.

He's a very mysterious person. He doesn't give anything away. But... you think he must be quite sad. Profoundly sad. There's something about the way he touches you that's... different to the regular case. It's not so much that he isn't greedy... its more where that greed comes from thats different. He must really love Christine, you think. Poor man...

This is the same for a year, maybe even more then that. Eventually Erik starts to respond to you more, though, beginning to tell you how his week went, a little (He's still very mysterious). And eventually he asks you about yours.

At some point it's like an old friend is coming over not a client, and you're excited for Erik's visits. You flash him a big grin that warms his cold insides and take his hand and lead him to the room and you start to tell him little jokes when you get there. He's so sad, you're still thinking even now after all this time. Its not fair. You need to- you want to help him! He doesn't really laugh... but he listens. He sits there at the end of the bed and listens- doesn't reach out to start touching you, doesn't tell you to shut up, doesn't remind you you're wasting his time... he seems content listening to you. And watching you.

Still, you put on the blindfold always- no arguments, though he does begin to apologise for it. It's okay ^^

... One day, you're lifting the familiar strip of material to your eyes when he stops your hands. Wordlessly shakes his head. Takes the blindfold from your hands and leaves it on a dresser.

"We won't be needing that anymore... Y/N... "

[the-faceless-bride]

~~A new grave has been put in today please welcome our new arrival~~

Save The Show

You were never in the spotlight, your nerves would always get the better of you. You would stumble, mumbled, voices stuttered and cracked, and you became a mess.

But... That was only when you were in the spotlight, you felt more comfortable in the shadows. Nothing but dim light and darkness around you, letting everyone melt away getting lost in the music.

But even that came with its issues...

You were currently finishing up your hair, today you were getting ready for a final rehearsal before the show tonight.

You and your group were given the rare opportunity to perform in the Palais Garnier opera house, and everyone was ecstatic and even some jokes and half wishes of being given the chance to see and meet the Phantom.

While spotting the Phantom would be cool and might even amaze you, you had your skepticism about the whole Phantom bit. People have said and done crazy things for fame before, who's to say this isn't some elaborate scheme to attract attention?

You sigh letting the spray set in your head of curls bouncing a few to be sore they wouldn't fall out while you were dancing and moving around. Some of the curls were tight and well-placed others were a bit messy and fell from their original place but even if you'd prefer they stayed the way you placed them, you couldn't help but think the look gave you some character and you never minded that.

With that, you let onto the stage; taking your place with your partner Angel, his hazel eyes looking you over before he smiled fixing a curl and letting it fall over your face and you laugh.

You and Angel had always been best friends, the blonde male was handsome and needed a girl friend to help him mask his secret, and you were happy to help. It kept pesky sleazy pigs called men away from you and helped him keep his reputation by keeping his homosexuality a secret.

However, your smile drops when you almost fall over from a force bashing into your shoulder, looking over to see the star, the main attraction, the one and only muse known as a strawberry blonde beauty with a body to die for by the name of Caroline.

You and she never seemed to get along, you were fine and friendly at the start, but when you were cast as the leading role and her the understudy that friendly conversation turned to spiteful comments, you didn't even want the main role anyway that wasn't the role you applied for... So after lots of begging complaining, purposefully lessening yourself, and talking more than usual about how you've never sung Oprah before and how you would most likely mess up the show, you were placed in the background and Caroline became the star... But that didn't seem to calm her nerves any less...

You took a breath before getting in position for your dance, your voice was one of three background singers that were meant to harmonize with the lead but not overpower the lead or take the spotlight away from her.

But getting lost in the music can make it difficult...

You close your eyes letting Angel lead the dance as you sing your heart out, you had never sung in Oprah before this, but having taken advice from a mentor and getting lessons and now your first show was meant to help open you to more musical opportunities and you were glad you took the advice.

The music was hauntingly beautiful and the motions felt so touching and intimate, letting it flow through you. Almost gone... The only thing holding you to the stage... The world... The feeling of Angles arms grounding you.

Singing your notes, pouring all you had into it when suddenly... The music stopped.

Your eyes flew open and a frustrated sigh sounded throughout the empty theater, Coraline's eyes burning holes into your soul.

The instructor pinches her nose with a huff, "Darling... How. Many. Times do I have to tell you to keep your voice in check?! You keep singing over our main lead! As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm you are not the star here, you had the chance and you threw it away! Now, please!"

You mumbled an apology keeping your head down, hearing a scoff from Coraline.

The instructor huffs looking at you with a disappointing stare, whether it was because you couldn't follow her instructions or the fact she wanted you as lead but you turned it down was beyond you.

"From the top."

This was it the night of the show and you get like throwing up, but reminding yourself that in the shadows no one would notice you calmed you down only if a little...

The show was running smoothly, you danced when it was your part, sang, and gave Coraline props when your choreography had you do so.

It was all going so well... Until it wasn't.

Once the show hit an intermediate for the set and costumes to change it all went downhill.

The scene was the lead and the male love interest meeting at a ball and falling in love... However, when it was the lead's role to get on stage...she didn't show.

You weren't even on stage and you knew that by now Coraline aka the leading role was meant to be dancing her way through the crowd of dancing guests to get to the prince, so where was she?!

You were getting antsy and didn't was the night to be ruined, frantically asking where Coraline was before the final cue was given and it became clear to the audience something wasn't going right in the show.

But only getting answers of shrugging and frantic "I don't know"s and " I haven't seen her"s and running very low on time left you finally get the answer of "I saw her giggling with one of the guys meant to be in the background before she ran off with him, she must not realize that the halftime was over." Time was up, you panicked slipping on the lacy overlay on your ruffled dress and throwing on the leads mask before rushing out in the hope no one would notice, and the show wouldn't burn to the ground.

The back dancers didn't seem to notice the change in actress mid-way, but the man playing the prince did. But him seeing the frantic look and no sign of Coraline he got the idea of the situation and carried on as planned.

With your nerves and adrenaline pumping through you, you were able to get through the song to get to the next scene, you knew you were going to pay for your panic and stealing the spotlight bit you had to save the show.

But it wasn't all for nothing, because while most people were too entranced by the whole play to notice the switch in that scene, someone did.

He sat in his booth, his eyes only on you... Erik felt his breath hitch, you had stolen his breath away... Well... At least you would've if he had any...

(Might make a part two...)

[lickkuid]

Okay, just imagine-

Modern AU: Christine with her and Erik’s daughter. Erik is the one behind the camera taking the picture as Christine teaches her a piece of Erik’s music. Meanwhile Erik is tearing up as he watches his girls 🥹

Okay now I’m crying

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[actualphantom]

little erik sketch to ease the phantom brainrot

[lauriab]

Don’t judge his flower crown, Christine made it for him ok.

[tinalbion]

Hey can I get a Englund character piece (phantom, Freddy, buckman, or whoever you want) comforting their significant other who’s been stressed out at work. This one is from personal experience as I’m a cashier at a grocery store and we’re getting out asses handed to us and people are not nice. Thank you so so much and happy belated birthday.

Aww thank you so much for the belated birthday wishes, hon! I appreciate it very much <3 I'm sorry this took so long to fulfill, but hey, better late than never I hope lol. I decided to add in Inkubus and Warden Kane mostly because those two are also pretty underrated, and the more Englund characters the better!

Hope you enjoy it~

Englund Characters x GN!Reader

Rating: Mature; does have some sexual references but nothing too in depth

Freddy

If you want comfort, you may not exactly get it in a typical way with Freddy. He loves to pick on you, and naturally, it's because he cares, so the more he annoys the absolute hell out of you, the more he shows that he cares. 

He's not one to pick up on cues that you're exhausted, you don't want to deal with any more bullshit, especially when you're at home and trying to rest. So you'd have to spell it out for him immediately if you want him to catch the idea. 

"Aww someone is grumpy, aren't they?" He'd tease you relentlessly until you either stopped responding or snapped at him. Freddy wouldn't be offended either way. But if you did just sit there and tell him you couldn't handle him today, he'd cozy up to you but with something in mind.

You knew his tricks and how he thought, well, sometimes you did. But when his glove magically disappeared for a moment and his hands began to deeply tub at your aching muscles, once he got that first official moan of pleasure to tumble from your lips, you knew you were in danger of his charms. It was hard to resist when he would lay it on extra thick. 

"C'mon, you know you wanna, plus I never hear you complainin' when I make you scream." His hands would go lower, and pushing him away was hard when he was making all the right moves with his fingers. 

So Freddy would definitely take care of you and make sure your sleep would be extra worth the annoyance he dished out at you.

Erik

Eric is a tender soul although very tortured as it was, so when you'd come back home feeling extra stressed and drained from today's events, he'd understand immediately. He's one who'd cater to your every whim if it was attainable, and if you asked extra sweetly, he'd make it happen somehow. 

You were his world, so the least he could do for you was to make sure you felt absolutely pampered when you'd be home. He didn't quite understand why you put yourself through that constantly, but to a degree, he knew there weren't many options. 

Eric would even offer to do something for you in return, like writing music and possibly selling it off to people who could appreciate it, but you refused to let him do that for you. It was a sweet gesture though, and you thanked him profusely for it. 

So he did the next best thing: he ran you a relaxing bath with as many candles and flowers as he could manage to set up. There would be no other work for you to do, he would take care of it all, and he'd pop in every so often to make sure you weren't cleaning anything up. 

Afterward, he'd greet you with your robe and wrap it around your frame, peppering your shoulders with kisses and gentle touches. He couldn't help but grab you and hold you, thankful that you'd be with someone like him after all he'd done and been through, but he also thought he was the luckiest guy in the world. 

Eric would be one of the sweeter ones if you were to be in a relationship with him, especially since if he loves someone, he loves them hard and unwavering. A very dedicated man who would happily show you that you should have the world at your feet, even if it's just because of a stressful day.

Mayor Buckman

Mayor Buckman is no stranger to having rough days, but ever since he'd become mayor, they were more mental exhaustion rather than physical exhaustion. And now that he was a vengeful spirit that didn't need to eat, sleep, or do much of anything other than killing, it was much easier for him to go about his business. 

But upon meeting you, he found out you were a hard worker and did all you could in order to earn that paycheck you needed, and he respected that. So when you'd come back into Pleasant Valley looking like you'd been run ragged, he ordered his boys not to bother you as much and asked Granny Boone to make you your favorite dish for dinner as a surprise. 

When he saw that you went upstairs to relax in your room, he came up to visit a while later and asked if you needed anything, in particular, to help you unwind. You thanked him but just wanted to rest, so he slipped out of the room and allowed you to do whatever you wanted to do in order to unwind. 

A few hours later, Buckman knocked on the door, which jolted you from a nap. "Sorry to interrupt, darlin', we just wanted to let you know dinner is downstairs. We're havin' a nice little outdoor picnic, you rarin' to join?" You thanked him and said to give you ten minutes in order to wake up and change.

When you were greeted at the last step of the staircase, Buckman held out his arm and guided you to the large picnic table they had out where they'd throw their barbecues, and he waited till you were seated before you and him shared in a very delicious meal together. You told him to thank Granny Boone for working so hard. "She's always happy to spoil you," Buckman would say. 

Something simplistic as sharing in your favorite meal after a rough day was one of the best feelings, and you were thankful you got to spend it in peace and in the presence of your favorite person.

Inkubus

Being around an incubus of all things was draining in itself since he used a lot of serial energy to feed himself, but on days when you were feeling particularly roughed up, he'd back off and wouldn't suggest feeding from your energy, instead, he kept it simple and used good old fashioned romance to make you swoon.

Considering he'd been around humans and dealt with them for millennia, he knew that nothing cheered people up quite like a good old-fashioned shopping trip. Since he was quite well off financially, although he really had no need for such trivial things, it gave him the opportunity to show you in gifts to help cheer you up. 

You looked at a book through the window and stared at it for more than five seconds. It was yours, now. A cute outfit that made you think you'd look like a million bucks? What size did you want, because you were getting it. You scolded him sometimes for his wasteful spending habits, but he waved you off and just laughed. "If spending money on my favorite human and seeing that very cute smile on your face is wasteful, then I guess I'm the worst ever, aren't I?" 

You couldn't help but feel special after he'd tell you that he loved seeing that smile go from innocent and fun to devilish and sexy, especially if you were to wear a new outfit just for him, and he even urged you to pick out whatever skimpy little outfit you wanted to try, because he'd happily buy it for you. 

It was just in his nature, and no matter how much he tried to keep his hands off of you, it proved to be insanely difficult to do so. So when you were both back in the privacy of your place, Inkubus wouldn't be able to stop himself from dropping to his knees and servicing you right there in the kitchen. He tried his best not to wear you out any further, so he figured the best way to do that was make sure you were relaxed while he did most of the work..

Luckily for you, you didn't mind so much if he were to take care of you like this, and you were thankful he didn't push you to do things you didn't want to do, but you found it rather cute how he could barely keep his hands to himself, even if he promised to behave. It's just how it was being bound to an incubus, after all.

Warden Kane

The Warden knows what it's like to have an awfully stressful day, that's practically an everyday occurrence for him, but that's why he works hard, so you don't have to. When he sees you coming home looking like you hadn't slept in weeks, he almost wanted to call and complain to your job that if they couldn't hire extra help around the place, maybe THEY should step up and do the extra work. He was always aggressive when it came to your job, he knew people were being worn down, he didn't want that for you.

You'd wave him off, telling him that it wasn't that bad and you were just doing the work you were asked to do, but he wasn't having it. An hour or so later, he came back to you with a smug smile on his face and handed you your phone, which you forgot in the kitchen. "What did you do?" You asked suspiciously, to which he only answered with a chuckle.

"I may or may not have landed you a week's paid vacation starting next week", he bragged. You always gave him an exasperated sigh and rolled your eyes, but if anyone could do it, it would be him. So you thanked him and couldn't wait to do absolutely nothing on your newly obtained vacation. He wondered exactly what you'd get up to, and he even went as far as asking if you could both share in at least one of those days. 

"Why don't you take a break, too? You're always working and it's constantly. Take a couple of days with me, please?" You'd bat your eyes and push your lip out into a pout, hoping he'd cave in and take a little break with you. You both worked so hard, you both deserved it. So after some convincing, he finally called into his job and said he'd take several days off, which they didn't have a problem with anyway. 

When the day finally came for you both to have a few days off together, the Warden wasn't exactly good at spoiling anyone, let alone someone he'd been with. Work was always his priority, so when you came into his life, he had to learn by trial and error. So he made sure to tell you he didn't know how to plan anything when it came to having time off, he was only used to a day or so, so you promised you'd help him along the way. 

Dinners, simple movie nights staying inside, and even having fun just taking a drive somewhere to get out of town were what you both partook in. Kane was having the time of his life with you beside him, and he couldn't help but want to plan more vacation times with you. "So uh, would you be mad if I said I could get you a vacation once a month?" He'd ask sweetly. All you could do was laugh. "Don't push your luck TOO far, honey."

[persnicketypomelo]

Imagine…Erik is teaching you how to play violin but you keep messing up cause youre a dumbass so he bashes it over your head until you’re dead on the floor <3

[operaghostsletters]

opinions on lolita fashion?

I do not know what that is.

Your faithful servant,

O.G

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | POTO - Erik x Listener NSFW Introducing The Phantom of the Opera to Intimacy [N!!SFW Patreon Preview]

[M4A] [Non-specific genitalia for listener] [Vers bottom listener] [First time] [Praise] [Reverse comfort] [Fingering on listener] [Oral on speaker] [Non-specific penetration on listener] 

TW: There is a mention of Erik starting to now eat more to get to a healthier weight and describing himself as "all skin and bone", eating disorders are not discussed but wanted to mention this here in case even just that mention of weight and food would be an uncomfortable surprise for anyone.

This month's second Patreon fledgling tier exclusive spicy audio. FantasyPrincess asked for "I was thinking maybe a listener's first time audio? with Erik I'm thinking a mutual first time with lots of sweetness and checking in from both sides; just a lot of innocence and praise", Fern said "A first time with Erik would be so sweet!", Primrose Path said "The first time with Erik idea is a thing I didn't know I needed until now. ", GhostlyLurker said "Massive agree on the first time with Erik! Would be so soft and sweet".

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[spaceagebachelormann]

Hello! If you’re taking headcanon requests, may I please request headcanons for what Count Dracula & Erik the Phantom would be like as husbands?

dracula and erik as husbands !

✧ warnings — some mentions of death and possible spoilers for dracula and phantom of the opera. also like 2 sexual jokes i think

✧ additional info — i got so so excited by this request omg <3 if u wanna id rlly appreciate it if u sent me more requests for phantom of the opera and classic monsters!! also not really specific versions of them but i mainly had the book versions in mind

✧ m.list — nav.

ೃ༄ erik destler

he wouldn’t wait to marry you

like at all

the second you show him you’re willing to be in a relationship with him and he’s sure you won’t leave him he’s already planning your wedding

of course if you wanted to take it more slowly he might be a little impatient but he’d try his best for you :)

but he’d be so happy if u were ready to get married as soon as possible

the sad thing is he’d get so stressed while trying to plan it because he’d want it to be absolutely perfect because that’s what he didn’t get with christine

and he’d try to convince you not to worry about it or help plan the wedding becaus he wants it to be a surprise for you

however he’d talk to you about what you want <3

so unfortunately he doesn’t know a lot of people 😭 so your wedding audience consists of daroga, mme giry, and maybe christine and raoul if ur lucky and manage to convince them (but they’ll be a little on edge)

and u can invite ur family if they’d be accepting of erik!

once y’all are married it’s so sweet and romantic ohmygod

he’d make u breakfast and dinner every single day, even if he’s had a particularly bad day

he just loves doing things for you

he’d also love writing even more songs and sometimes even entire operas for you or about you, you’re his muse

before he was able to take breaks from bis work to focus on you for awhile

but now you’re married he just can’t be away from you for two minutes

will sit on the floor and talk to u while u shower

or he showers with u

his love language is spontaneously twirling u around and redoing ur wedding dance in the most random places

also carrying u to ur bed if u fall asleep on him or somewhere else, before marriage he’d just let u sleep there and make sure he doesn’t wake u up

such a sweetheart <3

ೃ༄ count dracula

takes his time to marry you

but that’s only because he takes a lot of time working out when and where to propose and shit

and then probably has the wedding planned before you even say yes

which obviously you do

he’d be a little cocky abt u saying yes ngl cause he already knew u would

but the wedding itself obviously takes place at night and mainly other vampires will show up, but he won’t let them remotely near you assuming he hasn’t turned you yet

if he has then go talk to them!! there’s no risk of u dying or getting turned by someone else!!

he’d also rlly like cooking for u and shit since he canonically had to sprint around his castle to make it seem like he had butlers or whatever 😭😭

how good is fucking amazing btw

like god damn

and obviously he has a comfortable ass vampire bed that he’d let u put 60 pillows on if u want

he’d also like have a thing for ur hair no matter how short or long it is

he likes standing behind u and running his hands through it when u do literally anything for funsies

and his fingers are really pretty and long and cold so they feel nice

he also brushes it a lot esp in the mornings

he also doesn’t even look another persons way when he’s with u

ever.

and his brides are now just. draculas sisters or wtv 😭

unless u want them to be ur wives too he won’t complain

as much as he loves you there’s time where he js like. wants personal time to go kill people think

id also imagine ur very close with renfield

like draculas kinda mean to him but ur rlly nice to him <3

like for example waving at him when u see him or just going “hi renfield!!”

renfields probably the one who found u ngl

i can’t think of anything else for him mb pookie 😔 i’ll add to this later

[slashingdisneypasta]

Me finding comfort in social gatherings at the movie theatre by imagining Stuart Lloyd lurking in the projection room *handhold* Me finding comfort in social gatherings at stage theatres by imagining Erik Destler lurking above on the catwalk.

[fear-is-truth]

please do what the evans would dress up as for halloween 💌

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧

✧. a/n ─ thank you for this ask! i’ve been wanting to do this but i’m too lazy..i know halloween is over but i can’t wait another 364 days..

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𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐧

michael myers (halloween)

michael vorhees (friday the 13th)

couple costumes:

kurt cobain & courtney love

✧. a/n ─ i feel like ghost tate wouldn’t put too much effort on dressing up, since he only gets to be out of the house once a year, he’d prefer easy costumes with masks on. and the gimp suit isn’t socially acceptable tbh

𝐊𝐢𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

mechanic

han solo (star wars)

indiana jones

couple costumes:

jack dawson & rose dewitt (titanic)

han solo & leia organa (star wars)

✧. a/n ─ kit would basically dress up as whatever the kids want him to be.

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡

erik destler (phantom of the opera)

professor moriarty (sherlock holmes)

couple costumes:

gomez & morticia addams (the addams family)

erik & christine (phantom of the opera)

𝐊𝐚𝐢 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

charles manson

joker

couple costumes:

joker & harley quinn (suicide squad)

✧. a/n ─ i keep imagining kai dressed up as jared leto’s joker, the tattoos would look sick (i’d be harley quinn)

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ! 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫

zombie

luke skywalker (star wars)

couple costumes:

jasper & alice cullen (twilight)

tommy ross and carrie white (carrie)

fred & daphne (scooby doo)

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

glen lantz (nightmare on elm street)

maverick (top gun)

couple costumes:

maverick & charlie

mad hatter & alice