#writing erik

[anithemonsterlover]

Let's not forget he's influenced countless media. Daft Punk. Berserk. Pokemon. Modern Batman. Candyman. Freaking Star Wars wouldn't exist if not for him. He's one of the most influential characters in all of fiction and all salty haters can die mad about it. :3

He’s a sex symbol. He’s the most pathetic man alive. He’s been in countless adaptions and sequels and retellings and parodies. He’s disabled. He was on the silver screen before talkies even existed. He’s a horror icon. He’s a romance icon. He’s a musical theater icon. He’s a classic lit icon. He’s the OG. He’s been played by hundreds of men the world over. Chad Danforth’s mother has a photo of the first man who played him on broadway in her refrigerator. Not on it. In it. It is impossible to be normal about this man. Let’s all give it up for Erik.

[sexy-monster-fucker]

It’s Easy to Tease

Erik Campbell x Reader NSFW

Summary: Reader is nervous to get her first piercing outside of her ear. Erik knows how to help her calm down.

CW: mentions of cheating and breakup, nipple piercing, perv!Erik, reader has tattoos, nipple play, pinching, biting, fingering, masturbation, oral m!receiving, cumming on chest, idiots in love

a/n: there are literally no gifs of him without words on them 😭😭 [update there’s all kinds now so thank you to the GIF creators of tiktok you have my heart!]

title track 🎶🩸

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Your palms sweated.

Rhythmically smacking your hands against the old steering wheel in an attempt to calm yourself down. The tattoo shop to your right was illuminated in neon reds. Obscuring your ability to make out the interior. Only adding to your anxiety.

It’s not like you had never had something pierced. Your ears had more than one hole in them. Even having some tattoos in places easy to hide with clothing. Corporate America not being a fan of inked employees. But for some reason this made you a nervous wreck.

You were new to the area. Having moved far away from where you had resided with your ex partner. Finding them in bed with another woman when they were supposed to be at work. Ridiculous. And you would not stick around for it.

You suppose that’s what made you want to get the piercings. Always being fond of body altering, even when your ex had shot down the idea as fast as you mentioned it. It did not change your want, just the reality of doing it.

So yeah, fuck them. You were getting your nipples pierced.

Getting out and locking your car. Breathing deeply as you walked into the parlor. Obscenely high ceilings with possible the biggest ceiling fan you had ever seen. Skulls and skeleton memorabilia decorating the interior. Bathed in the bloodlike glow of lights on every wall. It was pretty sick.

“Can I help you?” A monotonous voice asked closer to you than you realized. Causing you to jump clean out of your skin. Black hair and a scruffy beard. Tattoos on every bit of skin, including his exposed chest. Leather jacket unzipped without a shirt underneath. Piercings in both ears, septum, and his nipples. His head was tilted slightly to the side as he waited for your response.

“Oh, um— yeah, I have an appointment,” you rubbed your hand up and down your arm. A little intimidated by the rather rugged and handsome young man before you. Blue eyes scanned down your body, making you blush. He nodded as he flipped through the pages of the book.

Faking like he did not know what you were here for. You were his only call ahead of the evening. Possibly the last client he would have for the day. Since his boss had up and abandoned him to run down to the bar. Classic. And you were cute. No denying the way his heartbeat escalated when he saw you. Only seeing the studs in your ears, no other piercings notable. Practically a piercing virgin. It made his cock throb a little.

“Y/N?” he asked nonchalantly.

“Yep,” you faked a smile.

“Sick,” he said slamming the book closed and extending his hand out to you, “ ‘m Erik.”

You shook it. His grip was strong. Long fingers wrapping around your hand. Cool to the touch rings decorating his fingers. He hopped down off the stool and rounded the podium. Hands on his hips. Examining your body once again.

“Assuming you haven’t ever had anything like this done,” Erik said more as a statement then a question.

“I’ve got a few tattoos, but no piercings. Just my ears,” you gestured to the side of your face. Awkwardly grinning as you returned to holding your arms over your chest.

“Well you filled out all the paperwork online, but I’ll still give you the crash coarse,” he wiggled his fingers at you. Waving for you to follow him back to an empty room. Smelling similar to a dentist office from the strong sterile cleaner they used. Burning your nostrils a little.

“So I’ll have you lay back on this chair. I’ll have gloves and everything on. Make sure all the instruments are clean. All that good stuff. Just gonna need you to take that shirt off,” he spun around on his heel and pointed.

You felt awkward suddenly. Embarrassment flushing down your entire body. This guy you just met was going to see your bare chest. As if there was any other way to do this. It was different when you found him this attractive. Lips forced shut as you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“If that’s a problem, you’ve come to the wrong place,” he smiled at you. Trying to joke with you, resulting in your head hanging a little lower. He rolled his eyes, “I’m just kidding. Will it make it better if I turn around and cover my eyes?”

Another joke. Flirtatious even. His hands going to cover his eyes as he turned his back to you. Catching a glimpse of his toothy grin before his back faced you.

You squinted at him. Corner of your mouth curving into an amused smirk. You scoffed, pulling the shirt over your head. Bare breasts on display. You knew you would be leaving here without a bra so what was even the purpose of wearing one. Arms hugging tightly against your lower stomach. Breasts resting against them. Trying your hardest to hide your body from him.

Erik looked over his shoulder, peaking through his fingers. Smiling widely at the sight of you. ‘Pretty tits’ he thought, almost allowing it to slip before he saw how nervous you really were. Hands and knees shaking. Eyes doed wide and eyebrows upturned. It was so sweet, yet heartbreaking.

“Go ahead and get comfy,” Erik gestured toward the chair that was barely angled up.

Hesitantly, you took your seat. Cold leather making you jump. Chills danced down your body at the contact. Nipples hardening along with it. Teeth grinding together for a moment as your eyes forced shut. Eyebrows furrowing, but trying to stay quiet. Trying to focus on anything else. Watching Erik rummage through supply drawers, placing individually wrapped things on the metal tray beside you.

Sweat began to glisten along your hairline. Furthering your dive into embarrassment. You were a grown woman, there was no reason for you to be this scared about a little piercing.

Erik returned with a sharpie in hand. Wiggling it between his fingers, “Gonna go ahead and mark where I’m gonna stick ya. Okay?”

You coyly nodded.

Pop of the cap had your heart pounding. His hand scooped under your breast. Pulling back and jumping at the contact. Like a startled wild animal. Erik rose back to his full height. Arms going limp at his sides. Head falling to the side as his eyes hooded. Blowing his breath out and shrugging.

“Okay. You are very clearly nervous,” he deadpanned. Pulling up the rolling chair he usually used for tattooing. Sitting on it backwards, his arms folded over the headrest. Chin resting against tattooed limbs, “Tell me what’s got you so high strung.”

Surprised by the empathy he showed you. Genuinely caring about your well being, something you would never expect from his crude exterior. Soft blue eyes scanned yours. Trying to calm your panicked state.

“I don’t know. I guess it’s… the not knowing? How bad it’s gonna hurt?” Words coming out more uncertain than you intended.

Erik chuckled. Head swiveling as he drummed the back of the chair. Nodding while racking his brain. A devious idea coming across it.

“Guess it’s a good thing you’re in the hands of an expert,” he hooked his fingers around his jacket, pulling it apart so you could see his own pierced nipples better. Taking the time to check him out. Since he was offering and all.

“I’ll tell you what. I can show you about how bad it will hurt, but I need you to be okay with me touching you,” Erik grinned, “No more of that gasping and jumping shit.”

Truthfully, you wanted him to touch you. That was the problem. His hands invoked some high school level hormone within you. Causing your mouth to run dry and hands to shake. And of course it was a little inappropriate to be lusting after your piercer. But you did not care. He would probably end up jerking it to the thought of your tits later. The way his eyes kept raking over them, it’s not like he was hiding his attraction to you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. Quivering breath blowing out of your lungs. You met his eyes, “So you can show me without piercing me?”

“Whatever I need to do to help you relax,” gaze softening. Hiding the mischief that swirled around his mind. Barely able to keep his eyes on you with how badly he wanted to massage your tits.

“Let’s do it,” you said with a stern nod.

“Hell yeah,” he held up a fist to you. Bumping knuckles with a smile. Pushing your back flush against the cold seat, eyes falling shut in preparation. Trying to allow your mind to go completely blank.

The sound of him kicking away the stool clued you in that he was standing above you. Looming with shallow breaths. Anticipation practically holding a blade against your throat. Threatening to end you right here.

Your body jerked when he ran his fingers up your bare belly. Softly analyzing your skin with his digits. Smiling to himself at the way your eyebrows contorted and your lips parted. Taking in a deeper breath.

“Real easy,” his voice was low, “Just want to make you comfortable.”

Voice soothing your nerves. Fanning over your body with a blanket of calm and collection. It felt good. Tingling along your nerve endings.

His hand began traveling up. Finding the mound of your breast. Running his fingers along it, finding your hardened nipple. His tongue came out to wet his bottom lip. Having to force some kind of restraint. Thumb swiping over the bulb.

The whine that escaped you would have been unnoticeable to anyone else. But not Erik. Not when he was this close to you. Not when you sounded that pretty just from barely touching you. Not when the head of his cock was pressing against his zipper and growing more uncomfortable by the minute with you.

“Feels good?” a hint of tease laced his question.

“Mmhmp,” you nodded unable to form a cognitive sentence.

A soft blow of his breath resembled an endearing laugh. Deciding now was a good time to test your endurance. Finding your sensitive bulb between his pointer and thumb. Pinching it with a heft of force. Your mouth morphed into an ‘O’ shape, brows pinching together at the feeling. Electricity shot through you from where his fingers touched you. Unable to stop the moan that erupted from your chest.

Erik’s eyes widened. Realizing he had found his holy grail. Twisting your nipple experimentally. Watching the way you arched your head back, throat on display for him. Pressing your chest further into his touch. He smiled. Cock beginning to throb from the symphony you performed for him.

“So, that’s what it’ll feel like?” you were breathless. Turned on beyond belief. Wanting your newly met grunge friend to rip your clothes off and fuck you on the chair.

“Not quite, just a little test to make sure you weren’t gonna freak on me,” Erik grinned once more. Barely able to hide his excitement. Air not filling his lungs the way they needed. Body too busy thinking about the blood rushing to his crotch.

His hand tucked your hair behind your ear, “You did good.” Praising you with a low tone. Smile clear from how he sounded. You barely opened your eyes to look at him, embarrassment taking over. Groaning as they fell closed once more, head resting strongly against the leather. Your face the brightest shade it had been all night.

Erik framed your breast in his hand. Fingertips pressing into the soft flesh. He swallowed, leaning forward slowly. Like he was trying to sneak up on you. Parting his lips to wrap around your nipple. Meeting it with a soft kiss, tongue swirling around the pebble. Scruff slightly scratching your tender tit.

You struggled to moan his name. Gasping like a fish out of water. Tingling all the way down to your core. Skillful mouth working your sensitive tit. Sucking against it, unable to stop himself from leaving a little purple mark right next to it. Raking his tongue around the mound, ending with your nipple caught between his teeth. Cold septum ring tickling the top of your breast. His mouth completely flush with your chest.

Your hand tangled in his black locks. Holding him firm to you. Nails scratching his scalp as you whined and moaned with each swipe of tongue. Stimulating you perfectly.

Suddenly biting down on your nipple harder than before.

Your body bucked in response. Calling out to him at the pain you felt. Minimal. But a vast difference from the pleasure he had previously been inflicting.

“Shhh. Shhh, you’re okay. Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” Erik’s hand traveled down your body. Single handily undoing your button and zipper. Sliding his hand past your panties. Easily gliding along your slick folds. Smiling against your skin at the feeling of your arousal, “I just wanna help you relax.”

His voice was drunk. Slurring with his own arousal. Completely thinking with his dick. Fingers circling your wet clit for a moment. Earning him a broken moan. Dipping his fingers in afterward. Welcomed by your needy walls. Curling perfectly inside you.

You nodded, relaxing all your forcibly flexed muscles. Staring up at the ceiling through hooded eyes. Heart ramming itself into your ribcage. Struggling to regulate normal breathing. He was good. Already having you seeing stars with his fingers.

Erik sucked off your boob with a pop. Movement catching your attention. Leaning your head forward to meet his eyes. His own pupils blown out. Eclipsing the beautiful blue iris. Catching his own breath, scanning your facial expression. You were beautiful. Cheeks flushed and eyes bloodshot. He was enamored by the way you looked at him. Wanting nothing more than to continue to please you. To have you all to himself.

His free hand cupped your cheek, thumb rubbing along it. Capturing your lips in a kiss. Hungry. Needy. Tongue prying your lips apart. Needing to taste you. Kissing you like you would be the last thing he ever had. Heads leaned to the sides to deepen the kiss.

Thumb finding its place on your aching nub. Circling it with a firm pressure. Shooting mind numbing ecstasy through you with each round. Rolling your hips against his fingers. Chasing your high.

Erik smiled as he continued kissing you. Hand leaving your face and traveling down to the ignored breast. Groping the plump skin.

You could feel your worries slipping away. Losing yourself to pleasure. Not even caring if you got the piercing now. Just wanting his hands on your body. Your hands cupped his cheeks. Scruff tickling your palms.

His cock was throbbing. Twitching at each moan and soft spasm of your walls around his fingers. Craving friction.

You softly bit your teeth into his lip. Tugging at it slowly. Erik sighed with half breaths in response. Cascading his lips down the side of your face, your jaw, and ending on your pulse. Sucking into your throat. You whined at the feeling. Feeling the knot in your lower abdomen tighten.

“Erik—“

“Yeah, baby?” the petname coming off so casual. Barely knowing each other’s first names.

“I’m gonna… fuck I’m gonna—“

It excited him. Heart racing in his chest. Swallowing hard before pulling back to watch your face. Icy eyes blinking repetitively. Trying to focus his vision. Hardly able to think straight. Adding some pressure against your clit, wanting to force you over the edge. His brows contorted in anticipation.

You came unraveled. Hips arching upward as you gripped the leather and his bicep. Moaning louder than you ever had. All inhibitions washing away with your orgasm. Pulsing tightly around his digits. White hot bliss taking over your body.

“That’s it,” Erik cooed breathlessly.

His jaw flexed at the feeling of you. Knowing more than anything he wanted to feel how you would grasp his cock. Bury it so deep inside you that his dick ring grazed your cervix. He could not take it anymore. Slowly pulling his fingers from you. Wincing at the loss. Eyes admiring how they were coated in your release. Standing fully before you, clothed erection at eye level with you. Other hand undoing his belt and zipper.

Halting.

“Do you mind?” coming out as a run-on sentence. Desperate and airy. His want clear. Gesturing toward his groin before continuing.

“Please,” you sighed.

Erik groaned. Releasing his member. Flopping over his fly. Light reflecting the silver ring at his tip. Handful of veins running along his length. Swollen with how he had been holding back. It was hot. Making your pussy clench once more.

Long digits wrapped around himself. Making sure to use the hand that had your own orgasm on it. Pumping up and down his length with a twist of his wrist. Tip beading with pre-cum. Pretty little moans fell from him. Hooded eyes staring at your face as he jacked himself. Adam’s apple bobbing up and down his throat. Taking quick breaths.

You were unable to resist. Throwing caution to the wind and stopping his wrist. Doeing your eyes up at him to ask permission. He smiled as his chest heaved. Nodding without a word. Readjusting your body so that he was easier to reach. Licking along his length and sticking your tongue between the ring in his tip. Erik’s shoulders shuttered. Leaning his head back displaying his throat.

You took the head between your lips. Cold metal resting on your tongue. Swirling your tongue around it. Erik’s fingers threaded through your hair, beginning to guide you up and down his length. Groaning when you hollowed out your cheeks, sucking harder on him. Piercing scratching the back of your throat when your nose met his base. Soft curly hairs decorating it.

He was close. Not having had someone go down on him in a while. Especially someone who was practically throwing herself at him. Or ever at his job. It made this all so much more scandalous. Rebellious. Almost wishing his boss would return and find you like this. Mouth full of cock. Just to disgust him. The fucker deserved it.

“Can I cum on your tits?”

You nodded. Continuing up and down his length until you felt him start to twitch. His hand tugging at your hair to pull you off. Sucking off with a loud pop. Taking position so that he could jerk off onto your chest. Erik quickly wrapped his hand around himself. Quickly stroking, “They’re— you’ve got— pretty fucking tits… goddammit, they’ll be even prettier when I— ugh—“

Hot ropes of thick cum shot across your chest. Moaning with a tight throat as he painted your bare breasts. Some of his cum frothing around the tip, gliding down the ring in his tip. It felt good on your chest. Dripping along your nipples. You scooped some up with a finger, pushing it between your lips. Tasting his salty aftermath. It made Erik shoot out one last time. Hard. Strained.

Erik ran a hand through his hair. Smiling from ear to ear. His hand pinching your chin so that he could kiss you again. Unable to stop giggling with glee. Having had so much fun with you. His hand grabbing your breast again, smearing his release all over your skin. Filling his lungs as he rested his forehead against yours. Kissing you again.

“Better?”

“Definitely,” you giggled. Still a little hazy from what had just transpired. Not expecting something like this to happen tonight. Happy it did.

“Good. I’ll get you cleaned up,” Erik walked away to get some disinfectant wipes. Sweetly getting his jizz off your chest. Making sure to be gentle on the spots where he had left marks. Throwing the towelette away.

“Does this count as my tip?” Erik joked. Cocky grin painting his face. Eyes squinted upward with how wide he was smiling.

You scoffed. Rolling your eyes at the statement. He was funny. Definitely the older brother type. You liked him. Wanted to know more about him. As if you had not just had his dick in your mouth.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you admitted. Face flushing as the words left your mouth. Watching the gears turn in his head with your words. Cocking a hand on his hip, head double taking.

“You think I’m cute?” Erik questioned. Almost as if he did not believe the words. Faming cockiness to hide his insecurity.

“Well… yeah,” you shrugged. Scrunching your face, slightly cringing at the way you said it.

“Yeah? You’re cuter,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek. Burning along your already heated skin. Biting your lip to try and hide how hard you were smiling uncontrollably.

“So,” Erik popped a black elastic glove on his hand, “We gonna pierce these perfect tits or what?”

You chuckled. Leaning back with your arms at your sides. Calm. Collected. Prepared for the pinch of the needle. Going through the motions with your new sweetheart. Honestly, you were scared for nothing. Yes, it hurt, but about as bad as your ears had.

Erik was gentle with you. Making sure it was all explained and done properly. Sometimes he did not care if a customer was an asshole. Allowing himself to be more lax. But with you, he wanted it done right. And he was right, your breasts looked fucking spectacular with the piercings in them.

You hopped off the chair and put your shirt back on. Loving the way the piercings looked through your shirt. Walking up front with Erik. He explained how long the healing process would take and things to avoid. You got your debit card out of your pocket preparing to pay when he stopped you.

“Don’t worry about it,” Erik shrugged.

“Oh, come on. I’ve gotta pay you,” you insisted.

“Just let me take you on a real date and we can consider it even,” he smiled.

Your cheeks blushed. Really, that sounded like he doing you a double service. But who were you to complain? You’d make sure to repay him in a way you knew he would like.

Erik decided to lock up. If his boss was allowed to call it quits, he was too. Especially when the promise of spending the entire night with you was at hand.

You waited outside as he turned everything off. Watching each light click off until he was out front locking the door. Swirling the keys around his finger as he winked at you. Joining you right outside the door.

“Well, did it hurt?” sing song voice questioned you. Smiling at you on the poorly lit sidewalk.

“Honestly? I can’t remember,” you laughed. You were too caught up looking at him. And remembering how good he made you feel.

“Good,” Erik wrapped an arm around you, “Guess that means you don’t want to kill me.”

“Of course not,” you giggled.

“Wanna go grab a drink?”

“I’d love to.”

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[END]

// Thank you so much for reading! I’m shocked by the lack of fanfiction for Erik on tumblr. My TikTok fead has been eating him alive! As always, my inbox is always open! Comments and Reblogs are appreciated //

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[butchrgoth]

Erik Campbell established relationship HC's ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

A/N: these are honestly just really random headcannons ofc some may be ooc but these are just my little made up thoughts!! (im taking requests for types of headcannons or fic ideas because I do have some I just wanna write some specific stuff you yes you guys wanna see! enjoyyy...

(Warnings for NSFW section!!! you dont have to read it if you don't want!)

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SFW section:

ᛝ Erik is very much a homemade gift kinda guy. He can make jewelry, bracelets? He'll make you ten. Necklaces? takes longer but you'll have a dozen. Hell he even can make rings. Where did he learn? He doesn't even know.

ᛝ Also you need a piercing he will do it. And best believe he will scold you if you don't take care of it and then take care of it for you.

ᛝ He 100% has a messy room... I'm talking clothes all over his floor, multiple bottles, nothing organized. It's the way he likes it smh. He knows where everything is surprisingly even though he does sometimes get up in the middle of the night to search for a shirt he hasn't seen in months.

ᛝ Erik LOVES pda. He loves to kiss you. loves to hug you. loves to hold you. dooon't care. he just needs YOU. thats right. you. You're his blanket, his pillow, his mattress and even his personal heating pad.

ᛝ But also he's always super cold.... uhm... so he can't heat you up back... sorry!!!

ᛝ Also if you two buy some fuck ass plush together he will take care of it like Bobby takes care of Paco. He will also act like this if you have a pet.

ᛝ Erik will give you a shirt of his. This is usually where those missing shirts go. to your closet. In return he'll steal your jewelry sometimes.

ᛝ Bobby most likely will barge in on you two making out one day... He was so panicked about finding Paco he didn't even realize what he just interrupted. Then he notices. Erik eventually gives in and helps Bobby find Paco. He cannot say no to his brother.

NSFW section:

ᛝ Erik loves to give. He takes it like a sport and he hates sports. Screw sports. But he will eat you up and then act like he won a medal.

ᛝ He loves just sitting back on his bed, pants down, cock out. and loves letting you just poke at it. Admire it almost. Your head on his stomach as you just give it soft strokes, play with his Prince Albert piercing.

ᛝ Also Erik is a freak. so he loves to cum on you. He don't want kids. not now. So he loves to cum in your mouth or all over your stomach and thighs. He has drawn patterns in his cum and giggled. most likely drew a penis...

ᛝ Erik is the most unserious dude ever. He'll pop out a one liner as hes cumming or even in-between giving you head.

ᛝ You have done it in the tattoo parlor. You have been caught. Yes it was awkward. Yes you hit Erik after. (no Eriks were harmed.)

ᛝ He definitely loves having you sit on his face. the weight and just being able to feast. yup. he LOVES it. he will be soaked after but who cares!

ᛝ He's definitely seen those "bring back dry humping- etc" videos. and he agrees. He will beg you to try everything. you've quite literally had his fingers down your throat.

(YAY that is all!! ill work on more later I promise. But I hope you guys enjoyed this!)

[stinkrat-aleks]

Red Dead Cherik Redemption AU with @caramelc0rgi

(Outlaw Erik Lehnsherr simping hard for city rich boy Charles)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

personal happiness or what the fuck ever

bonus:

[anithemonsterlover]

my face at this meta that points out all the conservative meta against Erik is just typical pearl clutching

"Anyone who has seen a stage or screen adaptation of this novel knows that sex seeps from the pages just as surely as it does from Dracula or Frankenstein. One commentator described Erik himself as "a walking phallus" who frightens people with his vulgar sensuality. Raoul is certainly very uncomfortable with Christine's autoerotic raptures - fits of orgasmic euphoria that she experiences when she sings for Erik - and she herself is open about Erik's spiritual union with her, claiming that "His spirit entered mine and breathed harmony down my throat." Just before the Unmasking scene she finds herself lost in ecstasy watching Erik play the organ with a lover-like vigor. Her actual reason for removing the mask is not to see his secret. In a line removed from the most common English translation (1911), she claims that she "needed" to watch his face "which was unquestionably being transfigured by the ecstasies of eternal art." In other words - like many lovers - she was drawn to watch her partner's face contorting in the pleasure-pain of climax. ... much of Erik's villainy has to do with Victorian male uneasiness with the female orgasm: Erik not only encourages Christine to enjoy herself (so to speak) - he teaches her how to reach new levels of passion, how to experience heavenly pleasures that transcend her mundane experiences. Symbolically and literally, Erik coaches Christine in self-love in a manner so captivating and exciting that millions of "phans" continue to consider the story of the skull-faced stalker wallowing in a swampy dungeon to be the sexiest, most arousing romance in print."

-- M. Grant Kellermeyer (Old Style Tales' Phantom of the Opera: Annotated and Illustrated)

[croquettish]

KCD Memes

[thevulturesquadron]

Hab keine Angst. (Do not be afraid)

[anithemonsterlover]

Erik and Elphaba are very similar characters so I'll be very confused if I see a person liking one but not the other.

All the recent conversation around "Wicked", reminds me of something that is often forgotten in discussions about "The Phantom of the Opera".

The original author was a journalist (Gaston Leroux) who stood up for the demonised outsider and his novel was considered, what we now call, "woke" at the time. It contained an outsider, a poc and a strong heroine.

The story was a warning on how the trauma of othering someone to the point they no longer see themselves as human can damage a person. (And the difference showing kindness and understanding ((like Christine did)) can bring.

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Hi baby girl🩷

I know you not long just posted a fic of Erik Campbell but I was wondering if you could write a drabble about the sort of kinks he could possibly be into (just curious😉) I love ya so much & keep your chin up ! Xx

Hi hi hi, Megan!! I love youuuuuuuuu 🥰😘

Erik Campbell Kink Headcannons

CW: p in v, piercings, switch!Erik, voyeurism, scratching and hickeys, choking, phone sex, spanking, (pretty much all warnings are in the titles of each section)

a/n: I love my emo boyfriend!

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Of course, a Piercing Kink

Loves being in control of shoving a needle through your skin. After you started dating, he refused to let any one else pierce you. It was almost symbolic in a way. Far too profound for Erik.

The little whines you make when he pinches your skin a little too hard is music to his ears. And how your eyes would well up at him when he was done. Puckering your lip hoping he could kiss it and make it better. And of course, he could.

Wants you to play with his own piercings. Fingertips pinching his pierced nipples. Rotating the rings with your touch. Erik would grunt and gasp.

Nipple sucking is a must. Wants to feel your tongue circling his piercings. Causing his cock to swell and hips to rut. You were good with your mouth.

Would Never Admit It to Anyone Else, but He is Totally Into Being Dominated

Like you would jokingly thread your fingers through his hair once when he made a borderline misogynistic joke. Leading to a moan escaping him. Embarrassingly loud and pathetic. Your eyes would fly wide and you could not help but smile. "You like when I pull your hair, Erik?" your voice would drop to a sultry tone. "Uh-huh," he would squeak.

Sometimes he liked when the two of you would play fight and you would pin him down by his wrists. Rubbing your knee against his groin until his dick was rock hard. Keeping him pinned down until he was cumming in his pants.

Enjoying some soft degradation. When he would whisper something perverted to you in public, you would pinch him and tell him how he was a 'naughty boy.' Making sure to teach him a lesson later.

Really Into Hickeys and Scratches

Whether it’s giving or receiving, he does not care. Markings really help send the message that he belongs to someone, even better that you belong to him.

In love with the disgusted looks he will get from his family or customers. Making sure to show off the scratches on his arms for the days after. Not wearing a shirt under his jacket so people can see all the purple marks you left on his torso.

But he knew you did not share the same sentiments. Asking for him to keep the bruising to minimum. Places no one but him could see. Which led to him sucking your tits and thighs into oblivion. When someone would ask how you got the bruise on your leg, you would lie about how clumsy you were. Little bastard.

He loved when you got your nails done into a stiletto shape. Practically giving your claws. Perfect for scratching up his back as he fucked into you.

Choking Choking Choking

Erik has long slender fingers. Perfect for wrapping around your throat. Squeezing just enough that your jaw would unlock and you would gasp for air.

Loving to have you bent over on his mattress while he fucked you from behind. Using your throat to hold your body flush to his. Allowing both of you to watch how his cock slid in and out in the mirror at the edge of his bed.

Even grabbing you by the throat to pin you against the nearest wall. It made his cock jump when you would gasp extra loud. Mixing shock with a lack of air. Eyes glossy and wide as your lips parted to try to fill your lungs.

Spanking Fiend

Erik is definitely an ass man. He told me himself.

Making doggy style his favorite position. Able to clap his hands against your ass however hard and loud he wanted. Each moan that escaped you caused his dick to twitch.

This man has no shame for his feelings about you. Even smacking your ass in front of his family. Whistling after. Or even adding a ‘damn’ or ‘good girl’ at the end of it.

One time while he was pounding into you, he left a deep red mark on your left cheek. Smirking as he continued thrusting. Fingers tracing the puffy skin. “Maybe you should get my hand print tattooed right there. It would be so fucking hot,” he had groaned.

A Total Exhibitionist

Even the idea of someone walking in on you gets his balls aching. Making sure if he was home to leave the door unlocked. Who cared if his mom walked in? It’s not like you were quietly fucking upstairs. The mattress would scrape the floor and you would moan loudly when he made you cum.

So, every chance he got he risked it at work. His boss was a fucking prude anyway. If you stopped by just to see him, it would end with you bent over the piercing table. Cock shoved so deep inside you that you could feel his Prince Albert ring grazing your cervix. Making some over exaggerated moans of his own, praying his boss would walk in and see him balls deep in the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Even hooking up in the back of your car. He loved parking in a not-so-remote place and pulling you into the backseat. Fucking you until the car was shaking and the windows were foggy. He dared some suburban mom to come knocking. See if that stopped him. It would just make him fuck you louder.

Not Sure If It Counts as a Kink, but OBSESSED with Kissing

Any chance he gets to have his lips on yours, they are there.

Kissing you before bed. Kissing you first thing in the morning. Kissing you on the porch swing outside. His arms tucked loosely around your waist as he pressed his tongue into your mouth.

Even when his sister would groan and beg him to stop, he would just throw a middle finger up to her and continue kissing you. Making sure to open his mouth wide enough so that she could see his tongue penetrating yours.

Enjoys Phone Sex

When he has had a particularly long day and isn’t able to see you that night, he will shoot you a casual text.

‘What’re you wearing?’

‘Just out of the shower.’

And that alone would make his dick harden. Pitching a half-hard tent in his pants. Groaning as he laid back further into his pillows. Black skinny jeans still on from work. Taking a picture of his crotch to send you.

‘See what you do to me?’

You would blush. Feeling your folds immediately get slick. Dropping your towel and taking a picture of your nude body sprawled out on your mattress. Your free hand framing your breast.

And he would immediately call you. Hand already shoved down his pants and gripping his now fully erect cock.

‘Fucking tease.’

‘You think so?’

'I know so."

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// Thank you so much for reading! I haven’t done a headcannon list like this in a long time, but my sweet Megan requested some kink drabble and I made this. I appreciate all the love on my last Erik fic! Comments and Reblogs are appreciated //

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[anithemonsterlover]

incels are often coddled by society and grew up with enabling, weak-willed parents, so they turned into mediocre men that their sexism got unchecked until very recently because they grew up thinking just for being born men, they deserve the world

Erik is many things, but "coddled by parents" and "mediocre" aren't.

I’m not saying the “lol Erik is an incel” jokes aren’t sometimes funny, but I do sometimes think people who more seriously subscribe to that interpretation of his character are simplifying him down a lot

Erik isn’t guy that’s just pissed off and violent because he’s not conventionally attractive and can’t get laid. Just going off what we know about his backstory from the book and musical, he is a disabled man who is living in the 19th century, an era even more difficult for disabled people than it is now.

He was never properly loved as a child and then was subsequently basically never — or very rarely — treated well by others. Yes, he wrongly thinks he is entitled to Christine’s love and thinks he can possess her. But I guess I don’t feel like his motivations just stem from incel type logic?

Idk. I feel like it’s unfair to flatten him down to “lol incel”

[x-prettyboy-x]

Fanfic request

I’m obsessed with the idea of Erik having a “mini me”. Like you and Erik have a son (like 5 ish) and he wants to be just like his dad. He is begging Erik to have his ears pierced, and asking for “tattoos” (Erik uses the tattoo stencil and replaces the needle tip with a pen in his gun). And during family cookouts your son is standing next to Erik holding a root beer to match Erik’s real beer. Erik would be such and softly, but also cocky because of course his son would want to be like him he is so cool!

Little Man

Im so sorry its taking me so long to get to requests loves, I've been editing and binge watching shows😭im still here i swear. Anyway, I adore this request. This is so damn cute, I kinda based this on my 3 year old brother who's obsessed with getting "tattoos"

Pairing: Erik Campbell x Fem! Reader

Contents: Eriks son wanting nothing more than to be just like him✨️

Warnings: none

Wc; 1k

Masterlist

You were terrified when the pregnancy test came up positive. Not that you weren't excited, or that you didnt want a baby. You and Erik have been together for nearly 3 years now, you just didnt know how Erik would react.

But now, as you stood in your kitchen watching Erik with your now 5 year old son in the living room, you knew you had no reason to be. He was born looking just like you, but he wanted nothing more than to be just like Erik. And who could blame him? He has the coolest dad in the world.

You smiled to yourself and walked over to the two of them, sitting by Erik and watching your son play with his many toys he had thrown across the floor.

"Our son wants his ears pierced" Erik smiled, looking over at you with that cocky look he always had. He knew he was the cool dad, and it had his ego through the roof.

"Mm. So it begins" you rolled your eyes playfully, holding your arms out as the little boy looked away from his toys and walked over to you. You scooped him up into your arms carefully.

"Mama, please? Daddy could do it." He gave you those puppy dog eyes you could almost never say no to. Almost.

"Absolutely not, when you're a little older, we'll talk about it again, yeah? Don't let daddy get you in trouble"

-

After you had the baby, the Campbell family cookouts became alot more regular, everyone wanting to see the new family member as often as they could.

"Cmon handsome boy, you need to get your shoes on so we can go see grandma and grandpa!" You called up the stairs, holding the small pair of black converse sneakers in your hand.

You waited for a few seconds, sighing to yourself when a response never came, nor the tell-tale sound of those little footsteps on the wood floor. You walked upstairs and checked his room, empty.

"Erik?" You called out, panic starting to make its way through your body, but it quickly subsided as you heard Eriks voice call back, "In here baby!"

You walked off towards you and Eriks room, your son running out before you reached the door, the little boy smiling from ear to ear, "Daddy gave me a tattoo!"

"Daddy what?" You laughed, looking up as Erik leaned in the doorway.

Your son rolled up his sleeves, several small "tattoos" all over his arms, some of them copies of Eriks own. You could tell from the look of them that Erik had just drawn them up and put the stencil onto the boys skin, nothing permanent.

"Thats so cool bub! You look just like daddy, huh?" You smiled, watching Erik come up behind him and scoop him up into his arms.

"Its only fair. He's practically your twin, he should at least have my style." He wrapped his arm that wasn't holding your son around your waist, pulling you close to place a quick kiss to your lips. "Also I may or may not have broke and promised to pierce his ears"

"Erik Campbell!" You groaned, slapping his shoulder. He laughed and moved away, "Oh cmon! It's the easiest piercing ever, and I'll be the one doing it! Im the best person for the job."

"Erik hes too young for.." you trailed off as you saw the look on your son's face, like his little heart would break if you said no again. You sighed and nodded your head quickly "Fine, fine."

"One point for the boys, up top little man!" Erik smiled, holding up his hand and you watched your son high five him with a laugh.

Eriks smile faltered slightly when he looked at you and saw the look on your face, the way your arms were crossed "Hey, baby.. cmon"

You hummed "You can enjoy the couch tonight." You weren't serious, and he knew that. "Now let's go before your parents start calling me asking where their grandson is."

-

You watched your two boys from across the yard, Julia to your left looking at them with just as much amusement as you.

"Its like you made an exact copy of my brother.." she spoke up first, scoffing quietly under her breath.

"But they're so cute though. And Erik loves it. He was nervous about being a dad at first but he's a natural."

Across the yard, Erik was standing talking to his dad, a beer in his hand, his other handing waving around way too much as he spoke with his hands, completely oblivious to the cuteness happening by his side.

Your son was studying his dad, watching his every move. He stood just like him, taking a sip from his "beer"- A root beer in a glass bottle -every time Erik did, mocking the movement of his hands.

"Yeah, its cute now. Until he hits 16 and he shows up with 3 new piercings and a tattoo because Erik cant tell him no." Julia laughed, shaking her head

"Well. As long as he got them from Erik, I'd be fine with it. Erik wouldnt let him do anything too stupid. I hope so anyway."

-

It was late, your son long tucked away in bed. He'd been exhausted when you got back from the Campbell family house, he'd practically fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

You were laying on Eriks chest, showing him videos you'd gotten of them at the cookout without either of them noticing

"He's practically studying you, Erik. That boy adores you." You spoke softly, smiling lightly as you watched the videos back

"Hes perfect, isn't he? Hes the best thing I've ever done.. and here I was scared to screw him up."

You hummed and put your phone down, turning over to rest your chin on his chest, looking up at him "You're the perfect dad, baby. Just like I knew you'd be."

"Yeah? That means we can have another one now? I still owe you a little girl, dont I? You said we'd talk about it again when he was at least 4. We're beyond that point sooo.." He tilted his head at you with that telling look. That look you could never say no to.

"I guess it wouldnt hurt to try, hm?"

[anithemonsterlover]

Keeping with book canon, architecture and magic / illusions as well. I think he also has an appreciation for culture and high literature, considering he references Edgar Allan Poe as the Red Death.

Aversions...Food. He just doesn't enjoy much food.

autistic erik truthers* out there! come and tell me your autistic erik headcanons. obviously music is a special interest but what are his other special interests? hyperfixations? stims? aversions?

*this includes you, ramin karimloo, if you happen to have a secret tumblr feel free to chip in babe

[croquettish]

KCD Memes

[butchrgoth]

Erik Campbell x Co-Worker reader!!

(warnings: tiny make out. Awkward boners. Idiots who don’t know how to talk romantically…)

(hi author here! This is kinda rushed but it’s more just a little filler until I get more detailed writings going.. I hope you like this anyways though ^_^ also read through this but it’s 3 am so if anything’s off I’m sorry I’m tired..)

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Erik is a pretty laid back dude. Hes got a brother named Bobby whos hes like complete opposite of. and a sister named Julia. and he works at a tattoo parlor doing piercings and tattoos. he has a bunch himself. multiple tattoos and piercings. nipple piercings... ears... septum.. and his special place... yeah..

anyways Eriks pretty sarcastic. and well. since he lives with his parents still so… awkward kinda..

Erik was just going about his day normally. working at the tattoo shop just doing some blonde girls tongue piercing… she kept trying to talk. He would just ignore her. I mean he literally cannot understand her.

anyways that’s when his co worker walked in for her shift, wiping her chair down. she was wearing a long sleeve v neck shirt. Paired with a black ankle length skirt with a lace pattern. She had on so much jewelry… she took accessories very serious. But anyways. She was just wiping down her station.

Erik chuckled softly from his place across the room. watching her clean her station. his attention on her until the girl he was working on, grabbed and squeezed his arm. “I like the tattoo there.”

Erik pulled his arm away. rolling his eyes as he grabbed a barbell for her tongue. “Mhm. don’t touch.”

The girl just rolled her eyes and let him finish up. Erik cleaned her up before she paid and left. You just looked at him and snickered, “I don’t think she liked that you turned her down..” you spoke as you prepared your station.

Erik just shrugs and takes his gloves off. He couldn’t care less. I mean. He’s had his eyes on you for months. And it was bothering him. Why? Because he can bicker with you yet when he tries to flirt he freezes up. “You look like hell by the way.” Erik snorts a laugh as he looks at you. Real smooth Erik.

You just gave a fake wounded look. “I’m hurt dorkatron..” you grinned and ruffled his hair. Erik swatted your hair and huffed. “Whatever freak.” He scoffed.

A few hours later it was closing. Erik was cleaning his station with the really strong alcohol cleaner. Yikes. And you were sweeping the floors. Erik looked over at you and smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist. This was normal. Kinda. I mean. Their relationship was confusing.

You just looked back at him and rolled your eyes. “Go back to cleaning weirdo..” you mumbled.

Erik sighs dramatically and puts his head on your shoulder. “But I really don’t wanna…” You turned around and they were face to face. It felt. Weird. I dunno. They stare at each other all the time. But in the dark red light of the shop. His playlist softly playing in the back. It felt weird.

Erik looked down to her lips before snapping his gaze back up. “Freak. Just get your sweeping done.” He hums.

You scoffed and hit him, “Says you! You were the one who distracted me first.” Erik grinned and pulled his leather jacket up slightly. “Boo-Hoo.” He teased.

You got in his way and he stumbled, they started to playfully fight. You hit him and he dramatically clutched his chest, “Okay this has got to be workplace harassment..” he says in a fake hurt tone.

You laugh and grab his hand, “awe poor baby..” You kissed his hand and he felt a tingle. Yikes. You know what. Don’t care. It’s 11 pm. He’s a bit tired. He just grabs her waist and pulls her in.

Their lips meeting. Yeah screw slow burn. You just kinda took in the feeling of his surprisingly soft lips against your slightly glossed lips. He tasted like coffee. Or tea. You can’t really tell… The kiss deepened and you tangled your hand into the softness of his hair. He pulled away and both of their noses touched as they just stared. Tension. Great. Erik felt weird. Tingly in a good way. You just looked down before grinning and giving him that usual teasing love hate stare. “You’re kinda hard dorkatron..” you mumbled.

Fuck awkward boners….

[anithemonsterlover]

There's also this element that i see in MANY new fandoms that i'm tired of, that it reeks of superficiality and ableism.

here are two men in this story (or two women) (sometimes there's an element of a love triangle, it depends). the two of them are presented in a one dimensional manner at first, but as the story goes we see more their good parts and flaws. the narrative forces us to see them as complex characters. they both commit mistakes, but they also do good deeds

One of them was poor, grew up abused, or was disabled in some manner, the "outcast". The other one was wealthy, rich, handsome and overall had a happy, stable upbringing (the "status quo"). The narrative wants us to play with the preconcieved ideas we have of who is the villain and who is the hero. The narrative wants us to understand the "outcast" and not see them as one dimensional villains.

When these stories originally got the attention of the public, the "outcast" character initially got praise, liked for being deep, and many (arguably female, neurodivergent, or queer) fans found this character relatable and appealing to their tastes, due to facing similar struggles.

But in the last years, thanks to tumblr and X and TVTropes, a strange "purity culture" type of fandom emerged, that was obsessed in cataloging every single piece of media whether it was 'pure' and 'acceptable' or not. Only "nice" characters are acceptable to have. Grey characters are disgusting and abusive, "problematic" and are "bad role models", so teenagers /young women shouldn't like them (it's all about policing women's tastes, too since these fandoms have a larger female fanbase than male and i don't see these people barging into men's fandoms attacking them for their tastes)

(Hence why a lot of modern media (IMO) is so utterly bland with the character writing nowadays, but that's a rant for another day and why Bojack Horseman sucks)

So what happened with these previously deep, complicated characters, that acted the way they did due to years of abuse? That the narrative clearly pointed out? That they made A LOT of mistakes, but the narrative also pointed out they could do good? That minorities found them inspiring due to them, as well, also facing oppression in their lives? They're suddenly incels, murderers, assholes, or if they're women they're "pick mes"; "Not like other girls", or "internalized misogyny" for the crime of not liking pink. *rolls eyes* Anyone who is a fan of these characters has "issues" and one day "may end up in an abusive relationship" (wow, gross much?).

And the status quo characters? That the narrative clearly points out they're privileged and sheltered and act "accordingly", and that they need to learn to be more empathetic? Oh no, they're actually the "good guys" who will "save the day" and teach those "Monsters" a lesson. Any flaws they have are ignored by these fans by portraying them as "omg they're actually adorable cinnamon rolls and actually they're super smart by playing by society's rules instead of rebelling even when oppression is happening right in front of them".

So you see where's the fucked up thing? you're calling abuse victims monsters, while giving privileged spoiled brats a pass. you're calling women who might've been abused and seek comfort in fictional characters "enablers" and "future victims", just for their overall harmless tastes in fiction. you're calling women who might have been mistreated due to not wanting to follow gender roles "pathetic". You're judging people based on their looks, when you go on and on about how COINCIDENTALLY the one "ugly" / "deformed" character MUST BE EVIL and all their fans are "brainwashed".

And you claim to be the "woke" one? Please, you still dreamin'.

Saw The Phantom of the Opera on Broadway for my nineteenth birthday. FINALLY! It’s an absolutely fantastic show. About time I saw it! So here’s some IrenHorrors Phantom art. (Phantom is a freaking Nice Guy™. I GAVE YOU MUSIC, CHRISTINE! WHY WON’T YOU LOVE ME?!)