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lettersfromaphrodite · 10 months

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[17.25]

― pairing : Changbin x fem! reader ― content warnings : angst, smut, fluff, vampire au, reader is a vampire, Changbin works in a brothel, medieval settings, dom!reader, sex toys, unprotected sex, fantasy au ― word count : 3.569

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🧛‍♂️ VAMPIRE! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix

«If I don’t drink some blood I might as well go insane.» you pointed out, plopping on a leather armchair while rubbing your temples; Minho chuckled without actually getting distracted from the book he was reading, «You still have to explain me why you basically live in my house, even if your mansion is way better than mine.»

«Someone has to keep an eye on you.» with that, Minho closed the book, looking at you with mischievous yet gentle eyes, «You should go to a brothel to feed, like everyone else does.»

«But-»

«But, nothing.» Minho sternly interrupted you, «Give it, at least, a try.» you weakly sighed in answer, not sure yourself why you were so adverse to the idea of going to a brothel. Minho was right, by now, most vampires went there in order to feed; human boys and girls willingly offered themselves so that you could feed instead of going off killing people.

Of course, even so, news where vampires ended up losing control and killing them weren’t rare.

You decided to follow Minho’s advice on a rainy Monday evening, as soon as you felt your hunger starting to cloud your senses. Changing into some clothes which didn’t look too expensive, you quietly headed to town.

Contrarily to what you expected, the brothel didn’t look shallow; rather, it was filled with people – mostly vampires, quietly sitting at the tables and talking with humans.

It was indeed strange, some of them had humans comfortably sitting on their lap while they kept talking about important matters with other vampires, and some others were already making out in the crowded hall. You sat alone at one small table, watching a vampire chatting with one of the hosts while sitting on another’s lap; you scoffed at her behaviour, wondering how many times she came back to seem so at ease not with one, but two boys which definitely seemed at her mercy.

«She’s gonna have much more fun than me,» you admitted to yourself, advertising your gaze and raising an eyebrow.

From upstairs, a boy started walking down the stairs re-arranging the belt of his trousers, wiping his lips before heading outside; you scoffed at the lack of manners.

«It’s pretty common, but I guess you must be new.» a husky and sensual voice caught your attention, and you turned your head to your right.

A boy was smiling sheepishly at you, his chin on the palm of his hand and his elbow resting on the wooden table; he wore a white shirt which was basically half unbuttoned, exposing his toned chest, and his leather pants were tight enough to perfectly hug his strong thighs.

«Aren’t you cold?» you muttered, and the stranger chuckled at you.

«Why don’t you find out?» he immediately retorted, imperceptibly scooping closer to you; the boy not only had an alluring scent, but also was extremely attractive. His dark raven hair framed his godly features, and his dark brown eyes were sharp and mysterious, inevitably charming you.

Surprisingly enough, you found having small talk with the boy both teasing and pleasing, but you didn’t come to a brothel with the intent of finding a new friend, didn’t you?

Thankfully, the boy – Changbin, seemed to read your troubled expression, and got up with a smug expression.

«Shouldn’t we head to somewhere more private?» he said, standing in front of you and moving your hair out of your face with an unexpectedly gentle movement.

«Shouldn’t you learn how to improve your pick up lines?» you got up as well, his hand following the movement of your body and gently remaining on your features.

Changbin scoffed, «Trust me, doll, they don’t pay me enough for that.» he chuckled, and you raised an eyebrow at this uncharacteristic outcome. Changbin held your hand, leading you upstairs and through a long corridor just to turn on his left on the last room, which had his name on a wooden target.

“So, they all have personal rooms,” you silently wondered, and as he locked the door behind the two of you, you curiously glanced around; the room was rather simple, a large wooden bed was standing in the middle of it, and against the wall there were a wooden wardrobe and a wooden desk. You hoped for him to have an actual house and not live in such aseptic environments, but you didn’t have enough time to question that, because as your eyes met the wall on your left, you felt a wave of lust pervading your senses.

What you definitely didn’t expect to see, was a small collections of sex toys hanging from a wooden hanger fixed on the wall.

What Changbin expected from you was a good lay, to sexually satisfy you and helping you you quench your blood thirst, hoping you wouldn’t leave him on the verge of death. Changbin expected this night to be like every other times, his partners being naturally submissive to his rough behaviour and to be harshly turned around just in time to let them feed and eventually, jerk off to finally orgasm once his partner had left.

What Changbin definitely didn’t expect was for all the control he always had to be taken away from him in the moment you pushed him on his bed just to immediately straddle him.

«Are there any particular rules I should be aware of?» you questioned, knotting your hand in his hair just to yank it backwards and kiss the expanse of his exposed skin.

«No kisses on the lips, and we’re good.» Changbin mumbled, wondering why you were asking that question.

«Good, I’ll give you one rule as well, then.» you mouthed against his skin, pushing him on the mattress. «Before you do anything, always ask for my permission.» you ran one of your nails on his neck, lightly scratching on the skin just to see few droplets of blood erupting from it.

Changbin nodded, feeling already aroused by so little contact – thing that never happened to him, and you leaned down to lick at the scratch on his skin, slowly savouring the blood you collected in your mouth; as cliché as it was, Changbin’s blood was delicious, and you couldn’t wait to taste more.

«Undress me, kitten.» you ordered in with a gentle tone, sitting back up and unconsciously pulling your weight on his hardened length; Changbin immediately sat up, confused at his own submissive behaviour but also, eager to please you.

His hands immediately reached around your back to loosen the strings of your corset, and you guided his lips against your collarbone thanks to the grip you had on his hair; judging by how obedient Changbin was already being, you knew that you were indeed in for a wild night.

Changbin had his eyes closed and his mouth open in a constant, silent moan; you rode him fast, allowing him to put his hand on your hips but harshly pinning his arms against the mattress anytime you realized Changbin was unconsciously trying to set the pace.

«You might want to listen to me,» you cooed, halting the movement of your hips, «unless you’re not that interested in coming.» you let go of Changbin’s arms, wiping some sweaty strands of black hair from his forehead; Changbin shook his head, mumbling quiet apologies, and you reminisced your movements.

The thing was, for Changbin it wasn’t guaranteed the fact that he would come as well, most vampires were known for using brothels as a way to relieve their own sexual frustration and thirst, not actually caring about their occasional partner; therefore, he was more than surprised when you waited for him to come before chasing your own orgasm, gently sucking at the skin you had scratched earlier.

What he didn’t know, was the fact that you refrained yourself from biting the poor boy because he had a bit too many bite marks on his chest, some of them were still healing, some of them seemed painful; you kept licking at the scratch on his neck until you saw the wound closing, and detached from him with a satisfied sigh, allowing yourself to fall on the bed for a moment.

Changbin was hesitant, and definitely not used to this treatment; he wanted to thank you, but “thank you for letting me come as well” seemed an incredibly stupid thing to say, and so, he kept quiet, watching you re-dress yourself with a blissed out expression. «Can you help me, please?» you sat back on the bed, pointing to your corset; Changbin nodded, carefully tying up the laces while asking you whether they were too tight or not.

«Wait, doll, this is-» Changbin incredulously looked at the amount of money you left on his nightstand, «this is too much. I can’t accept it.»

«Quit it, you did well.» you waved off, stretching your arms above you, feeling regenerated after finally drinking some blood, «Use the spare money to buy actual clothes.» you giggled, before walking out his room.

«Until next time, kitten!» was the last thing Changbin heard, as his eyes were fixed on the now closed door in disbelief.

Five months later, you had ran back to the brothel a countless number of times; even you didn’t need to feed, you kept coming back because you missed the feeling of Changbin’s skin on yours or sometimes, you simply missed him.

Clearly, you couldn’t admit it out loud, and so, you learnt to find your small dose of happiness in the simple action of Changbin dropping anything he was doing as soon as he saw you entering the brothel.

Obviously you couldn’t know, but for Changbin it was pretty much the same thing; even if he was spending the night with someone else, his mind kept wandering to you, to your touches, to the feeling of your lips on his skin.

Changbin wasn’t submissive with anyone else but you, and much to his surprise, he loved it each time more than the previous one. With your mutual feelings strictly hidden, you and Changbin slowly created a routine where even if the both of you had come and you had fed, you’d stop to chat a little more; sometimes you were both still naked on top of the covers, sometimes you were already dressed once again.

The more time you spent with him, the more you realized how good of a person Changbin really was, and your desire of stealing him away from the brothel steadily kept increasing.

«Let me touch you, please, I-» Changbin’s sentence was cut off with a whine as you sucked more eagerly on his oversensitive tip; the sound of him tugging at the belt tying his wrists to the bedpost made you smirk, and you looked up just to meet his blissed out and unfocused gaze. You knew you were being unfair, claiming that you wanted him to feel good just to tie him to the bed and slipping a dildo in his butt and cockring on his length, but Changbin had eagerly agreed to your proposal, and not even once asked you to stop.

«I already told you, kitten,» you answered, focusing your attention on gently biting and sucking the unmarked skin on his inner thighs, «today is about you.»

Changbin’s moans started to rapidly increase and his thighs began to shake as you suddenly changed the angle of the dildo, repeatedly brushing directly against his prostate; he arched his back with a loud whimper just to fall back on the mattress, dejected at the sensation of his orgasm slipping away from him, the fact that he kept being stimulated brought tears of pleasure in his eyes.

«I can wait more,» Changbin whimpered at the sensation of your fingers slipping of the cockring and brushing against his oversensitive length; you simply shook your head, tossing the cockring on the bed and quickly driving the boy to his first actual orgasm of the night.

Truth was, you would have kept teasing him all night just to hear more of the delicious pleads and moans continuously escaping his lips, but since it was his first time being completely at your mercy, you didn’t want to be too rough.

Changbin came untouched, his prostate being stimulated was more than enough for him to spill his release all over his stomach and his chest with a loud moan, his back arched off the bed while he was tugging almost painfully at the restraints around his wrists; as soon as he came, you took the opportunity to sink your teeth into his inner thigh.

«Sit on my face,» he whined, weakly, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

«Changbin, you’re still shaking.» you pointed out, wiping the blood from your lower lip, but the determination you saw in his eyes did nothing to ease the desire you felt and the wetness between your legs.

«I want to make you come,» he said, and you immediately gave in with a nod, too aroused to play difficult; as you were about to reach for the belt and untie him, Changbin stopped you, «Can you keep me tied up?» his tone was almost shy, and there was definitely a blush on his face which wasn’t due to his orgasm; you cursed under your breath, not expecting him to get so bold all of a sudden.

Needless to say, it didn’t take you too much to come from Changbin’s tongue alone.

«You spent the extra money on charity?» you questioned in disbelief, and you felt Changbin nod against your chest; it was the first time you cuddled in such an intimate position, and it was difficult for the both of you to hide to each other your mutual happiness, «I’m surprised at how nice you can be.»

«Doll,» Changbin scoffed, hovering over you by balancing his weight on his elbow, «I sell my body and my blood for money, how am I supposed to be nice?» he questioned, and you found yourself unable to answer.

Truth was, you were more than ready to list him an infinite series of reason why he was an incredibly nice person, but you knew that if you started, you would inevitably have confessed your feelings as well. The realization of a vampire having unrequited feelings for a boy which worked in a brothel was the only thing that made you shut up.

«I don’t see a reason why you shouldn’t be considered one.» you sighed, your hand running into his black hair while your gaze was locked.

Changbin’s eyes started to flicker between your eyes and your lips, slowly leaning in; your eyes widened, but you kept still, not wanting to ruin the moment with a possible misinterpretation of his actions. Changbin’s lips brushed against yours; it was a faint, almost inexistent sensation, but it was still enough to make you yearn for more.

As you were about to actually connect your lips for the first time, a knock on his door made the two of you realize about the fact that you were about to kiss.

«Looks like our time is up.» he mumbled against your lips, a somewhat sad expression making way into his eyes.

«Until next time, kitten.» you mumbled back, and eventually re-dressed yourself.

The next time you entered the brothel, you knew something was off. The first thing you noticed was the fact that the majority of the hosts were crowded on the stairs, thing which immediately alerted you because it never happened.

The second thing you noticed was the fact that Changbin was nowhere to be seen; a strong smell of blood invaded your senses as you curiously walked towards the stairs in order to ask someone what happened, when a sudden realization made you stop in your tracks. You felt your heart hammering in your chest as adrenaline made your body move fast, driven by worry; you could recognize that scent anywhere.

With quick steps, you made your way to Changbin’s room, and you had to squeeze your eyes shut not to give into the horrible temptation in front of you.

Changbin was laying on his bed in a small pool of blood, weakly talking to a doctor kneeled next to him, checking the wound on his neck; anger bubbled inside you, anger which not even Changbin smiling at you despite his atrocious pain managed to quench.

Patiently, you waited for the doctor to patch him up and exit the room, just for walk towards him and scoop a now unconscious Changbin into your arms; you were in such a hurry, you didn’t bother to dress him up, and simply covered him lending him your cape – not caring if it got dirt with blood.

No human or vampire dared question your actions, the mere expression on your face clearly showed that you were ready to jump at anyone’s throat if they ever tried to stop you.

Even if you were acting recklessly, you didn’t care, you egoistically allowed yourself to choose for Changbin, a thing which you never dared to do even if you repeatedly suggested him to quit his job. Seeing him in this state, finally made you realize that you weren’t meant to live for eternity if you couldn’t even protect the boy you loved.

Changbin’s unconscious body was now on your bed while you were sitting at its feet, your servants meticulously looking after him, changing his bandages and providing him with fresh new clothes. He woke up few hours later with a groan, startling you as you finally had managed to momentarily drift off to sleep.

«God, Changbin!» you mumbled, sitting at his side in less than a second, helping him get up into a sitting position.

«Oh, I just earned a new title?» he groaned, clutching at his now bandaged neck; he weakly took in his surroundings, clearly not used to the expensive furniture in the room; the most reasonable thing your brain suggested you to do, was to throw your arms around his shoulders and hug him close, action which once again, Changbin didn’t expect.

«It’s okay, doll,» he mumbled, hugging you close to his chest as well, «it happens, sometimes.» instinctively, you scoffed, finding it paradoxical that Changbin was comforting you, and not the other way around.

«This is why you’re not going back there, ever again.» you said, not wanting to part from him and look into his eyes. Changbin chuckled quietly, caressing your back.

«So, you finally decided to take me home?» once again, him being so relaxed about the fact that he basically almost risked to die made your heart sink in your stomach.

With a sigh, you detached from his embrace, daring to leave a quick kiss on his lips; the fact that Changbin looked at you with his eyes wide in surprise was a more than satisfying reaction.

«My poor heart,» you heard him mumble, and instinctively leaned in, worried about him being hurt somewhere as well. Changbin quickly held your head with both hands, «I like you so much, my heart is about to burst.» he repeated a little louder, staring in your eyes.

And so, that’s how you and Changbin properly kissed the first time, sitting on your wide bed, and carefully avoiding to make his wound open once again; Changbin’s kisses were gentle, his lips adoringly moving with yours, and your heart shared the same wild, happy and enamoured rhythm.

Eventually – thanks to Minho’s and his friends' help, you managed to track down the vampire which almost killed Changbin.

Needless to say, she didn’t stay alive long enough to see the sun rise on another day.

If you thought that Changbin living with you was the best thing to happen to you, you were definitely in for a surprise.

Exactly four years after you saved him, Changbin asked you to turn him into a vampire as well.

«I look at you and I know I have found my soulmate,» Changbin said one night, as you were cuddling in your post orgasm state, he was mindlessly running his fingertips on your back, and your head was placed on his chest, listening to his fast heartbeat, «I realized how fleeting my life is compared to yours, and I don’t want to be parted from you.»

It was as if your heart grew twice its size, and your hand momentarily stopped in mid air, halting your action of caressing his chest; Changbin’s marks almost completely faded, and still, you’d spend as much time as you could gently placing kisses above them, as if it could help him getting rid of the painful memories.

«I would love that.» you admitted with a smile, finally voicing your secret wish for him to stay with you for eternity.

«Do vampires get married as well?» Changbin asked out of the blue, and you immediately propped up, balancing your weight on your elbows.

«Changbin?» you questioned with your eyes wide, your heart hammering in your chest because there was no way in the world you could get that lucky; Changbin chuckled at your reaction, gently booping on your nose twice.

«Would the fact that I’d let you turn me right in this moment be equal to handing you a proposal ring?» Changbin questioned, and you immediately connected your lips with his in a gentle, loving kiss.

«It’s even better.» you smiled against his lips, and since that night, your kisses never stopped.

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cupcakeshakesnake · 1 year

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[PotC] Canon Jack Sparrow ends up in Harbor Town

You know what’s funny? I dreamt up most of this. That’s right, I dreamt I was typing this out, word by word, and then woke up.

So here it is. Basically, canon Jack Sparrow somehow crashes the Pearl into AU!Jones’ ship (though he doesn’t remember that very well), and gets hospitalized.

Like I said, this came from a dream so not everything makes sense.

The sensation of something sharp piercing the skin on his left arm roused Captain Jack Sparrow into half-consciousness; perhaps someone had removed a splinter? The spot was still sore, after all. Jack kept his eyes shut as he lay and tried to discern any noise that might give a clue as to where he was. There was no distant chatter of a drunken crowd, no twittering of birds, though if he strained his ears he swore he could hear the ocean waves crashing into a rocky beach. Closer, though, were the unrecognizable sounds of something inorganic; quiet hums and beeps he had perhaps never before heard in his life.

Now what could those possibly be? He pondered.

He had heard many people whispering, muttering, pacing back and forth around him as his lost consciousness; and he had definitely heard someone briskly walking away as he regained it. But now there was no sign of people whatsoever.

Enough ear-straining. Time to open his eyes.

Among the first things he noticed upon waking was that, to his chagrin, most of his clothes were gone, replaced with a clean white set of trousers and shirt. They were embroidered with patterns of a small green cross. Was he at a religious institute, then? That explained why he wasn’t in prison yet even after his pirate mark had clearly been seen. Perhaps he had some time at these people’s mercy before he needed to start worrying about a hanging.

The next thing in his sights was a very good-looking piece of bread, with a glass of milk, sitting on his bedside table - yes, he was indeed lying on a proper bed, sheets and all, not some makeshift ledge of hay - and no, no splinter had been removed from his arm. In fact, something was inserted into his arm connected by a long, thin, opaque line, ending in a translucent rectangular container of liquid hanging from what looked like a coat rack. He poked at it with his free hand. It jiggled slightly. The container itself was a fluid, then? No, no it wasn’t; it felt more like see-through waterskin. Jack squinted at it and decided to leave the investigation for another day.

Another quite prominent thing to be noticed was how squeaky clean everything was. The clothes on his back, the bed he was lying in, the plate of bread, the bedside table, even the curtains surrounding him - everything was white and spotless as he had never before seen in his life.

Real fancy place for honorable gents, innit, now what’s a pirate like me doing here? he thought.

Just then, the sun entered the ceiling - no, it was an artificial light but so bright it nearly blinded him - as the curtains were whipped open and a cheery voice greeted him.

“Ah, you’re already awake! Good! How are you feeling?”

A cheery human voice. Company, at last.

The source of the voice was a portly lady with a kindly face that could have fit right in as the housekeeper of a lordly manor, if only she hadn’t been wearing that strange white gown.

Nevertheless, Jack’s first instinct was to locate his pistol - or it would have been, had all his effects not been taken. He decided to play along, then. After all, if she’d seen that pirate mark and still decided to let him stay, it couldn’t hurt to make use of their kindness a little more, could it?

“What’s your name?” she asked, bustling about, looking into strange devices he had merely dismissed as furnishings prior.

“Sparrow - Captain Jack Sparrow,” he slurred out.

“Good! Nice name,” she responded absentmidedly as she fiddled with yet another device, before turning to face him with a hint more seriousness.

“Now then, Mr. Sparrow,” she started, “you were involved in an… incident right before you were hospitalized-”

Hospital, that’s where I am, he thought. I’ve only ever heard of ‘em bein’ in London for the wealthy folks.

Yet he could tell from the lady’s accent and the distant sounds of the sea that he was most definitely not in London.

The lady was still speaking. “-and though you seem to be suffering a myriad of minor health issues that do need attention, there are some people who would like to discuss the incident with you, seeing as, well, you’re more or less the one that caused it,” she finished apologetically.

Jack raised an eyebrow. “Would these fine folks be, if I may, be in any close relevance to forces of the Navy and the like?”

“Oh, no, no, not at all, it wasn’t that serious,” she waved a hand in the air. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll let them in…”

And off she went.

A moment later, he heard an unseen door open. Four people walked in. The first three were men in uniforms, but Jack could only describe them as such because they shared the same outfit; in terms of formality, they all looked rather ridiculous, sporting white tops and black trousers, funny little hats and those green vests so bright it was an eyesore to look at. Their names were embroidered into little rectangles stuck onto their chests; the first one read M. Higgs, the next one G. Murtogg, the third A. Mullroy.

He could swear he recognized the last two, as if he had seen them before; the French called it deja vu - but it was impossible… He blamed it on his sleep-ridden brain-

Until the fourth man walked in.

Much shorter than the rest, this one was dressed differently - almost entirely in grey save for a dark green neckcloth. His hair was slicked back in an unfamiliar fashion, and his legs ended in plain-looking black shoes instead of boots…

But there was no mistaking that face.

Jack’s brown eyes met the man’s cold grey ones and his heart stopped for a moment.

“Have I seen you before?”

“My name,” said the man patiently, “is Cutler Beckett. I am a branch director of the East Isles Trading Company-”

“Wasn’t it East India?”

The man chose to ignore him. “-and your… seventeenth century vessel has crashed into that of one of my employees. You understand, then, that some legal action has to be taken here.”

Jack Sparrow flashed a wry smile. So there it was; he was once more in trouble after all.

But first, he had a thought -

“What time is it, mate?”

Cutler Beckett frowned slightly.

“As in, the time of the clock, or the date?”

“Both’s be much appreciated, methinks.”

The man raised a hand to apparently check a device that was strapped to his wrist.

“It is currently two forty-five in the morning,” and his eyes seemed to say You’re making me stay up this late, “and today is Wednesday, third of October, in the year two thousand twenty-three.”

“Aha!” Jack shouted. “So the East India Company just changed its name over time, and you, you must be the great-great-great-great grandson of that son of a mongrel who chased me to hell and back what’s taken his name, eh? Blimey, you look just like him!”

Cutler Beckett looked entirely perplexed.

“I’m sorry?”

His facial expression was saying some more… impolite… words.

Ah, mate, you were always full of indecency you never dared show, ‘n now it’s showin’ in your sonny too, Jack thought.

But just as quickly, it was Jack’s turn for the confusion to settle in.

“Wait,” he repeated slowly, “you said it was… two thousand… and twenty… three?”

“Yes.”

“As in, Ano Domini? The Year of our Lord?”

“That is correct.” Beckett somehow managed to sound even more impatient.

“Well I’ll be,” Jack breathed out.

When Beckett turned up, he had known it was time to think fast, and he did; but now that the fast-thinking was done, and the insane conclusion of his having travelled into the future was somehow proven right, the only thought remaining was, Now what?

“Seeing as you’re too… intoxicated... to know the date,” Beckett drawled out, “perhaps the discussion of the incident at hand could wait until you’ve… recovered further.”

Jack stared blankly at him.

“Incident,” he repeated.”Incident, incident, you people keep saying incident, do you mind filing me in?”

Beckett scowled at him as though he were an orphan boy that had asked for yet another coin out of his pocket.

“Your damaging of the cargo ship owned by one Mr. Davy Jones.”

What?

“What?”

Instead of answering, the grey-suited man turned to one of his vest-wearing guardsmen. “Let’s leave him,” Jack heard him speak quietly. “He’s in no condition to-” “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, wait just a minute, I do know this Davy Jones,” he blurted out.

“‘N I know the ship of his can’t be damaged in no way so-” he paused. “Did you say cargo ship?”

“That is what I said,” Beckett’s gaze seemed almost pitying as he turned to leave. “And his vessel is indeed damaged, but we’ll save that discussion for later. Goodnight.”

And out they went, leaving Captain Jack Sparrow alone with more questions than he ever bargained for.

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misshoneyimhome · 7 months

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❧「KINKTOBER 2023」☙

The One with the Dream [We Never Go Out of Style I a Kinktober special]

「SERIES」

Summary; William suddenly wakes up in the middle of the night, and to his surprise, his best friend is the one ringing his doorbell.

Tags; William x ofc; We Never Go Out of Style; Kinktober;

Warnings; Oral sex (m & f giving/receiving); unprotected sex (p in v);

Author's notes; Well, I must admit, this might seem quite spontaneous, but I kinda enjoyed writing this piece, and hey, it's my birthday, so no apologies here 😉; Please note that it isn't necessary reading the entire series; this chapter is essentially a standalone and doesn't significantly contribute to the storyline;

Words count; 1.5K

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“Even if it's just in your wildest dreams”

William's slumber was rudely interrupted by the persistent ringing of his doorbell, and groggily, he glanced at his phone; the glowing digits displayed 2 am.

"Who could be at my condo at this hour?" he thought, as he unwillingly dragged himself out of bed and slipped into a pair of loose trousers. And with sleep still clouding his mind, he stumbled towards the hallway, his thoughts filled with irritation.

It was odd - never before had someone rung his doorbell at this unearthly time. His facial expression, initially marked by annoyance, soon transformed into bewilderment as he swung the front door open.

However, any traces of anger swiftly dissipated as he laid eyes on Julia, standing there in his jersey and knee-high boots, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why would she be dressed like that? Why is she here?

Shaking his head to clear the remnants of sleep, he simply asked, his voice husky and low, "What are you doing here?"

“Shh,” she whispered, her index finger pressed against her lips. “Don’t say anything,” her voice grew softer, almost hushed as she came closer to William, “I don’t want to speak, I don’t want to think - I just want you to make love to me, right here, right now.”

“JJ, what-“

But he was caught off by her lips on his, closing the gap between them, with her hand in his hair, pulling him closer to her. A wave of confusion flowed through his mind, yet he couldn’t help but lean into the intimacy and the pleasant feeling of Julia’s lustful kiss.

Slowly he began to walk backwards, leading them back into his condo, and almost slamming the door shut behind her. Then she pulled apart, and looked intensely up at him, biting onto her lower lip. Their deep blue eyes created an ocean of desire, both feeling hungry for more.

William let out a deep breath; he was torn between the rights and wrongs of letting himself get intimate with Julia once again - she wasn’t just a stranger he’d met in bar anymore, she had become his close friend, and a part of him felt so wrong about doing this. Yet the devil in his other shoulder told him to let go and give in to the temptation.

And so he did.

Effortlessly, he lifted her, letting her swing her legs around his hips, pushed her up against the wall and once again closed the gap between them in a passionate kiss.

Oh how good it felt, he thought.

She had him all turned on solely with er cute little outfit, and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to repeat the intimate success they’d had once before. Their lips were connected in a heated battle, and their tongues met, swirling around and almost wrestled for dominance.

Meanwhile, William made his way through the living room, carrying her still, and as he reached the kitchen, he gently put her down, breaking the kiss. Julia’s eyes were dark, and her crave for him was unmistakable, as she licked her lips and ran her hands slowly down his bare chest, before placing kisses to it.

"No one has to know what we do" she spoke softly into his skin, as she began to move her lips tortuously slow down his torso. And as she reached the hem of his joggers, she skilfully hooked her fingers around them and pulled them down along with his boxers, freeing his cock.

A smirk came across her face, as she gently got comfortable on her knees, and William couldn’t help but wonder what was happening. It all seemed so strange - why was Julia suddenly doing this? What was going on?

But his thoughts were quickly distracted as she tenderly took his semi hard cock into her hand and slowly started pumping, while she sensually licked the tip. Her eyes looked intensely up to meet his, smoothly taking his member into her warm mouth.

“Shit baby,” William spoke, soft moans escaping his lips, feeling the warm pleasure of Julia working him so well. Her hands and mouth embraced his hardening member effortlessly, as she took him further in and down her throat, while using her hand where her mouth couldn’t go.

William slightly tossed his head back, tucking his hand in her hair, as she continued to boop her head, and vibrations was send through his body when she moaned, sucking him passionately.

“I wanna taste you too,” he managed to whisper in between moans as he could feel he was getting closer to a release.

And Julia obliged, letting her mouth slowly disappear from his cock, and coming back onto her feet. With a satisfied smirk forming on her face, she gently lifted the jersey just enough to reveal her lacy thong, which she smoothly discarded before coming back to kiss William on the lips. This time a little softer, before she again pulled back.

“How do you want me?” She whispered delicately, once again looking deeply into his eyes. And without words, wearing only a grin, William gently lifted her again and placed her on his large dining table, before he bend down and placed himself on his knees in front of her welcoming heat.

And with no hesitation, he placed her legs on his shoulders and dug in; licking her up her folds, making her moan out in pleasure and tossing her head back. William skilfully sucked her sensitive clit and held nothing back while eating her pussy out.

“Oh Willy,” she moaned aloud, a hand grabbing the back of his head, tucking onto his hair and pulling him closer to her cunt.

He was hungry. Hungry for her sweet juices that tasted so good, and hungry for making her call out his name in pleasure - something that could simply make his mind go wild. His tongue switched between digging into her warm entrance, licking up her folds and sucking her clit, while his scruff would probably leave beard burns, but he couldn’t care less - he’d want to mark her as his.

“Willy, I’m gonna cum,” Julia moaned out, as she let herself fall back onto the table, feeling a rush of pleasure run through her veins; and her words only encouraged William to continue, and work her through her orgasm.

And then he felt the sharp heels of her boots dig into his shoulders, as Julia arched her back and let out swearwords along with his nickname, cumming hard all over his mouth.

William couldn’t help but smirk into her sweet core. He’d wanted to make her feel this good for so long, and her soft noises only made the blood flow faster down to his already hard cock.

And with the smirk never leaving his face, William rose from the floor, holding her legs on each side of his hips, and pulled her closer to him. Not letting her catch her breath, he lined his throbbing cock up with her entrance, and pushed himself inside of her wet cunt.

“Fuck,” he breathed out as he felt her tight walls around his member.

Julia pushed herself onto her elbows and looked lustfully at William, who’s buried deep into her; her legs wrapped around his hips; and her eyes and expression said nothing but ‘fuck me’.

Then William started to moved his hips back and forth, pulling himself almost entirely out before pushing back in again. Julia felt so good around his cock, and there was nothing in him that had intentions of holding back. All rational thoughts had left his mind, and only the devil in him held all power.

‘Heaven can’t stop me now,’ he thought to himself as he thrusted into the blonde girl spread out on his table.

She was so damn sexy; is his jersey like that, letting him fuck all sense out of her; her moans filling the air of his condo along with the skin slapping together.

William’s mind was hazy as he increased the speed of his thrusts. He hit her deeper and harder with ever move, and he could feel that he was getting close.

“Shit baby,” his voice was husky, as he pulled Julia up by her jersey, their faces coming close to each other; and with a giant grin on her face, their lips collided into a heated, sloppy kiss.

“Cum for me Willy,” she said, quietly and husky, “cum inside of me.” And as if her words worked like a magic spell, William let out a loud, rough ‘fuck’ and with one hard, sloppy thrust he spilled all of his seed into his best friend.

And then William woke up.

His heart beating faster than he could skate, his body soaked in more sweat than post game, and his cock standing proudly, and hard between his legs, dripping with pre cum.

“Shit,” he breathed out, followed by a deep sigh.

Did he just have the most intense wet dream about Julia?

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damonjuicyscock · 5 months

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Playlist-Chapter 10-I want you now (90s Noel Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 90s Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: language, fluff, and... SMUT (This chapter is pure porn with feeling lovies, if you were already horny you're going to feel hornier, P in V, Unprotected sex don't forget to protect yourself kids), a few spelling mistakes, maybe.

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Summary: After Christmas, Noel and Y/N find themselves again. They make up for lost time *wink*

A/N: Heya Y'all ! Here's chapter 10 ! It's pure filfth you're going to be horny tonight. The title of the chapter was inspired by a Depeche mode song I really love and I thought it could describe Y/N and Noel's state of mind in this chapter. Hope you will like it.

Love y'all and take care of yourselves !

Enjoy !

“ I want you now, tomorrow won't do There's a yearning inside and it's showing through Reach out your hands and accept my love We've waited for too long, enough is enough I want you now

My heart is aching, my body is burning My hands are shaking, my head is turning You understand it's so easy to choose We've got time to kill, we've got nothing to lose I want you now”

December 31st 1994- Manchester:

So… Noel and I were back together. We both spent Christmas with our families, so we didn’t see each other until New Year’s Eve. And I can say we were craving each other. There was a party at Paul’s with some of the Gallagher’s friends. Noel and I took advantage of everyone partying to go to the bathroom.

We locked the door and started making out. I was wearing that red dress Noel absolutely loved. We were kissing passionately, feeling each other up. I unzipped Noel’s trousers and pulled out his already hard member, wrapping my hand around it and slowly stroked it.

Noel threw his head back and moaned in pleasure, feeling my warm hand wrapped around him.

Fuck Y/N… I want ye… I want ye so bad.

I want you too. I replied, smiling at him

We kissed a bit more, Noel grabbing my ass.

I sat on the counter next to the sink, spreading my legs.

Come on Noely, fuck me right here.

He got between my legs and pulled down my undies, looking at the pool that had formed there as he smiled, before putting the tip of his shaft against my entrance and pushed forward.

I gasped when he entered me.

Fuck, ye’re so wet…

It’s all for you, my love. Only you can make me this wet… I answered

Then he slid all the way inside me.

Fuck Noel… I moaned, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him closer

Are ye okay? He asked

I nodded.

Please move… I answered

Noel slowly began thrusting in and out of me, taking his time and enjoying every second. I moaned as he did.

oh Noel, fucking ruin me.

He obliged, picking up speed and pounding inside me harder and faster.

What has gotten into ye? I’m not a pornstar ye know? He moaned

That’s not what I’m asking… I just missed you so much, so please, ruin me, make me yours, fuck me ‘til I can’t walk anymore.

Noel chuckled and picked up the pace even more. He grabbed my hips and fucked into me hard, making me scream in pleasure. Soon, he was touching my sweet spot, and he knew I would reach my climax quickly. It would probably get him to reach his own.

Oh fuck Noely, I’m going to cum…

He kept pounding inside me, until my body started shaking as I came, my juices dripping on his hard member.

Oh fuck Y/N what ye’re doing to me… Noel moaned

I love you Noel. I whispered.

I love ye too. he said, kissing me.

We kissed for a few minutes before Noel stopped. I looked up at him.

What? What is it? I asked.

I want ye to come home with me tonight. He said, smiling

Oh really?

Yes, to celebrate this new year like needed. I want ye to be mine from the start of it.

Yours huh? Am I not already yours now? I said, chuckling.

oh, ye are. But here we can’t do… it correctly. I want to take ye home, lay ye on my bed, kiss ye everywhere while I admire yer gorgeous body, eat ye out until you scream and wake the whole neighbourhood and make love to ye like a gentleman would do. He whispered in my ear

Sounds great to me. But what about your mam and Liam?

Mam is not here, and Liam will probably be too fucking wasted to come home tonight.

In that case, you’re going to be the fucking death of me Noely.

I hope not. I need ye alive. I don’t fuck corpses. But now, before going back to this party, I’m going to finish what I started and make ye cum a second time so I can cum with ye, okay?

What are you waiting for? I said, grabbing his hair and pulling him towards me.

He started kissing me and thrust inside me again. I wrapped my legs around him again and held him tight, feeling him hit my G-spot repeatedly. And just like that, I was on the edge of cumming again, my eyes closing, and my body shaking.

Noel kept thrusting inside me, and soon, I was whisper-yelling his name as I reached another high. My body spasmed, Noel holding me close as his movements became sloppy and reached his own high.

Fuck Y/N, I’m cumming… He groaned

His lips kissed my neck to silence himself and I felt his hot release fill me up.

We stood there, out of breath. We looked at each other, chuckling before kissing.

Jesus fucking Christ woman, I’m already impatient fer the next round. He said

You’re insatiable. I said, laughing

Ye make me. I can’t get enough of ye. We’ve been away fer so long since two weeks ago that I have the duty to make it up to ye.

Oh you better, yeah.

We both put our clothes back on and kissed passionately before stepping out of the bathroom. A few people looked at us, knowing.

What? You’ve never fucked before? Fucking idiots. I said

Later in the night, I followed Noel to his Place.

He took my hand, and we went to his and Liam’s room. Peggy hadn’t touched his bed in case he needed to come back sometime. At the Moment Noel closed the door, he kissed me passionately. I responded by grabbing him and pushing him against the door. We Kissed for a long time, both of us being hungry For each other.

Oh god Y/N, I’ve missed ye so much… Noel groaned as he pulled away from me

I’ve missed you too Noely…

I Wished we didn’t waste these past years. He pursued

Shh it’s over now, we are together again. And we still have to make up for lost time. I answered

He nodded and kissed me again.

And now it’s time for me to keep me promise.

He grabbed me and took me to his bed, laying me here as he kissed me on the lips, then my neck, then slowly slid down before sliding my undies down.

His hands ran all over my body, caressing my thighs, my ass, my belly, my breasts.

Ye’re So beautiful Y/N. he whispered, kissing my tummy

I looked at him and smiled. He spread my legs as he latched his lips on my womanhood, lapping at my clit.

I moaned Loudly as he licked me. I grabbed his hair and pulled him closer.

Oh Noel, that feels so good…

Noel continued to lick me, sucking on my clit, causing me to moan even Louder. He loved how I tasted, as if he could eat me out for hours.

Told ye l would do things properly… he murmured.

This sent a shiver to my body, causing my back to arch. That’s when we heard footsteps in the stairs and someone speaking loudly, and a female laugh. Noel Looked at me and when the door opened, we both had the same reaction.

Fuck off Liam! we both said at the same time.

Oh For fuck’s sake, this is me room! Liam Answered.

We were there before! Noel Answered.

We were there before… how old are ye, 5? He said imitating his brother before closing the door.

Noel and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Where was I… got to finish what I started… he said lowly

And he latched his lips on my clit again, eating me out « like a Gentleman ».

I moaned and he teased my entrance with a finger that he pushed Inside. I was so wet that he pushed another one and started fingering me at the same time, bringing me closer to my climax.

Oh God…Oh god, oh god… I cried out

Does it feel good love? He asked

Fuck…I Answered.

Noel sped his movements, and I grabbed his hair with strength.

Go ahead darling, I’ve got ye.

I came hard, my juices running all over his face. He moaned loudly and kept licking her until I stopped him, on the edge of overstimulation.

Fucking hell… I gasped.

Yea, I think I need a break… he said, smiling.

Why? I asked.

Well… ye know me when I’m a bit drunk. I’m like a bloody teenager. Ye got me so horny I came in me jeans. He answered, embarrassed

Oh god, that’s so sexy… I replied, blushing.

So now I need to get rid of it… he said, standing up and taking his jeans off.

What are you doing? I asked.

Just like I said, I’m getting rid of it… » he said, taking his jeans and boxers off.

I decided to go further and took off the rest of his clothes. I looked at him and smiled.

That’s hot… I said

Noel smiled at me. I sat down and started stroking him. Noel hissed.

Too much? I asked.

A bit. But it doesn’t hurt. He answered

I’m only prepping you.

I was stroking him slowly so I wouldn’t hurt him. When Noel was fully erected again and ready, he flipped me over and teased my entrance with his member.

Is it still okay? He asked

I nodded and kissed him. I took his member in my hand again and pushed it inside me. We both moaned in unison.

Noel started thrusting in and out slowly and I moaned as he did it.

Noel picked up the pace and I met him halfway. I put my hands on the bed and spread my legs even wider, letting Noel have access to my womanhood. Noel tore the straps of my red dress, and I stopped his movements.

Hey! I thought you loved that dress!

I love It, but ye even look better without it. It covered an important part I wanted to have access to. I’ll buy ye a new one I promise.

I nodded and wrapped my legs around him to feel him deeper inside me. After a few minutes I felt his movements become sloppy.

Y/N, love, I’m close. He moaned.

I’m with you Noely. Come on. Cum.

Noel nodded.

He sucked his thumb and put it on my clit causing me to moan loudly. I quickly came around him, my back arching on the bed, my legs trembling around his hips and my insides tightening around his hard member.

He shouted my name while he came. He was so sensitive a tear fell from his left eye and fell on my cheek. He collapsed on top of me, peppering my neck with kisses.

He then rolled on his back and pulled me on top of him.

I love ye Y/N. He whispered.

I smiled at him.

I love you too Noel.

we kissed for a long time.

I thought I’d never be happy anymore. I said.

Are ye now? Noel asked.

Mmmh… I hesitated.

Oh stop fucking around will ye? He chuckled.

Of course I’m happy, you moron. Since you came back I’m happy. Since I know I’m not the only one to be in love I’m happy. You don’t know how much you mean to me.

Oh I think I know. Ye made me fucking cry when I came a few minutes ago, so l think ye might know how much ye mean to me too and what ye do to me.

I smiled at him.

Well I’m glad. I’m glad I can make you happy.

Ye do. I’m happier I than ever was.

We stood like this for a while before I moved away.

I need to take a shower.

WE need to take a shower. he answered.

You can’t get enough, don’t you?

Of ye? Never.

January 4th 1995- London:

1995 had started and it was time for me to come back to my lovely boyfriend Noel in London in our new apartment. I had taken my things with me and our cat Ringo. I inserted the key to open the door, but Noel was quick enough to open it before I could turn the key.

Ah here ye are my love, finally. I thought ye would never get here. He said with a smile on his face.

Well, I did take an early train this morning so I was sure I would be able to get here by tonight. I replied

It's only 3pm now, but I have been waiting all day for ye. I'm tired and hungry and I need you. He said.

I smiled and kissed him on the lips. He grabbed my hand and let me get into the apartment.

As ye can see, I started unboxing a bit and settling everything at his place.

I like it! I answered, putting my box down and freeing Ringo from its cage, who quickly got out and started discovering the apartment

Ye might want a nice and hot shower don't ye, my love? He asked

oh fuck yeah. I answered

Then go, and I'll make us summat to eat. Join me here when you're done.

I nodded and kissed him.

I missed you Noely.

I missed ye too darling.

I went to take a shower and decided to put one of Noel's shirt as a pyjama, not putting any undies on and pulled my hair in a bun before joining him in the kitchen. I heard him cooking, giving some food to our Ringo, and smiled.

Hey handsome. I said

Hey ba... he started

He saw I was wearing his shirt. And oh God I don't know what I triggered, but I actually apparently triggered something.

Ye know ye're not going to wear those for a long time, do ye? He said, his eyes full of lust

oh yeah, I know. Question is, what are you going to do about it? I answered.

Oh woman... ye don't know what ye've started... he said, while taking a deep breath.

I think I know exactly what I've started, but I am not going to tell you that right now, because I want you to surprise me. I said

Oh ye’re going to find out. It’ll be your fault if yer meal burns. Because ye’re going to be me meal.

He grabbed my hips and put me on the counter, Kissing me hard. I felt his lips slid in my neck while he was unbuttoning the shirt I was wearing, and he found out I was naked under it.

Fuck…he said.

He kissed my breasts, and he slowly laid me on the counter, his lips going down, then I felt him spread my legs.

I’m gonna eat me meal now, and damn, this one is me favourite. He said

He started licking my womanhood, and I couldn’t help but moan loudly. His tongue went inside me, collecting my wetness, devouring me.

Fuck Noely… I whispered, grabbing a fistful of his hair.

One of his hands grabbed one of my breasts, looking me in the eye, his look still full of lust while eating me out.

Fuck I’m going to … I moaned

and he stopped, looking up at me. I whined at the loss.

Not yet. Not yet. He said

He took his fingers and rubbed them on my clit, rubbing it gently.

please… I begged

please what? He asked

Please Noel, touch me.

see? When ye ask with words, I can do it.

He put his mouth on my mound again, sucking my juices, making me even more wet.

He pushed a finger inside me, then a second, fucking me with his fingers. I was about to come when he stopped.

Hey, why did you stop? I asked.

Well, I ate me meal, but now I want me dessert. He answered, smiling.

He stood up and took off his pants, revealing his beautiful shaft.

I can’t wait to feel ye. He said, while stroking it

He got closer to me, and I opened my legs wide, inviting him in. He put his hard manhood at my entrance, and I felt how he entered me.

Fuck Y/N…he said.

In response I just moaned and wrapped my legs around him. He started pumping slow at first then harder and faster, making me moan louder, making him understand how much I loved it. He was alternating between slower and faster pace to build the tension and our orgasms. He was edging us so much we were both almost crying. It felt so good.

But it was also almost unbearable knowing it was practically overstimulation to me.

Noely... please...

please what love?

Make us cum, please... I want to cum, I need to cum and I want to feel you fill me up..."

I can't hear ye, what do ye want me to do?

I want you to cum in me... please Noel... fill me up...

I will, babe. he said, his voice full of lust.

He thrusted a bit more inside me.

Are ye with me? He asked, groaning

Yes... yes, please...

I need ye to come first... please Y/N ye can do it. he said, putting his thumb on my clit and rubbing it.

I came instantly, screaming his name, my eyes watering and my body shaking in pleasure. Noel knew how to make me orgasm. He really knew me by heart. My insides were spasming around him. He kept pounding into me, my back arching on the counter, overstimulating me. My walls were spasming so much around him he groaned loudly.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck... ohhh fuuuuckkkk" he yelled, pushing his cock as deep as possible inside me.

He exploded inside me, filling me up completely.

I could feel his hot cum dripping down my thighs. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I never heard Noel be this vocal before. We stood like that for a while, not moving, just enjoying the moment. After a few minutes, he looked at me and kissed me softly.

Do ye know how much I love ye and how happy I am that we are just us two in our apartment?" he asked.

I chuckled.

God I love you too Noel, I'm happy to be here with you too... but our neighbours are probably already hating us.

They'll get through it. They will have to. Because this is going to happen often. I mean, only when ye want to. He said, kissing me again

I would never say no to that! I said, laughing

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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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The Greatest Showman [Loki x Fem. Reader]

Part of the Secret Santa Drabbles hosted by @fictive-sl0th A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki's interest in musicals provides some interesting inspiration for the bedroom. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smuttish. Language. (w/c 931) A/N: Prompt: Loki loves musicals - hope you like it @wheredafandomat 💕

“Darling I had an idea, about what you said, regarding roleplay and... inspiration.” You hummed in acknowledgement, engrossed in the book in your lap as you lay tucked in bed. The proceeding silence broke your concentration, looking up to your lover leaning naked against the bathroom door-frame. You giggled, placing the book to the side. “Sorry. OK. I’m listening.” “To me? Or to him?” Loki purred, casting his eyes down to what strained upward against his taut stomach.

You smirked, raising your eyebrows and casting the duvet aside, patting the mattress. “To you, my love. Now what’s your idea?” you said seductively, running your hungry eyes over his sculpted body.

He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. “Musicals.” he quipped, waiting for your reaction. “Musicals.” you repeated sceptically, your forehead creasing. “I know you’re a fan of them but...I don’t know. I’m not sure there’s anything very sexy about musicals Lokes.” you murmured apologetically, seeing his smile broaden. “Au contraire, darling.” he purred, raising his thumb and forefinger to the side. “I shall present three options for tonight's lovemaking festivities.” He snapped his fingers, the room around you dissolving into darkness. The bed was transported to the side of a circus ring, the smell of sawdust swirling in your nostrils. You gasped as a solitary spotlight snapped onto your dark god. His face was lowered, a top hat glinting beneath the cool hue. A chorus of drums and stomps sounded in the air, voices harmonising as they bayed for their master to begin. You clenched, gripping the sheets beneath you. He looked fucking incredible.

Ladies and gents, this is the moment you've waited for. Been searching in the dark / Sweat soaking through the floor. Loki was dressed as a Victorian ring-master; P.T Barnam, to be exact. A theatrical red overcoat sat tight on his shoulders; a gold brocaded waistcoat snug around his midriff, the same heavy thread adorning elaborate cuffs. A garish golden broach adorned his shoulder, the tight fit of his black trousers doing nothing to hide the godly cock hard beneath them. He raised his head, cheekbones flashing dangerously beneath the brim of the hat. His hair fell around his shoulders, a cream starched cravat wound intricately around his neck. Shadows cast against his exposed jawline in the circular light as he used an ornate cane in his grip to push the brim upward, revealing a coy smile. “Are you ready for the show?” he projected, spinning towards an invisible crowd that roared with applause, that velvet voice filling the theatrical space. You shivered with desire, coveting every inch of his powerful form coated in structured wool; the buckles of his overcoat glinting in the light as he turned back to face you. Suddenly the room spun again, and in a second the sawdust and empty stands were gone. In their place, a rich red curtain stretched upward endlessly; rustling in a ghostly breeze. Loki stood on a low stage as familiar music played; a piano tinkling to life in the gloom. A dark high-collared cloak surrounded his body, his face even paler than usual. Deep purple makeup coated his lips, his eyes enlarged with dramatically smokey eyeshadow. Those cheekbones sang in the low light, heavy contouring sweeping upward. In a flash, he threw the cloak backwards, making it flutter to the ground by his feet. You gasped again, hands flying to your mouth as Loki strutted down the steps of the stage in time with the music.

Why don't you/ Stay for the night? Or maybe a bite/ I can show you my favourite Obsession A sleeveless corset was laced haphazardly to his midriff, dark sparkles fizzing in the low lights against his chiselled abs. Sinful fishnet stockings stretched against those thick thighs, running down endless legs into a pair of high heels. The suspenders strapped to a belt around his hips hung against a devastatingly tight pair of leather underwear. His manhood throbbed against the fabric with every stride, teasing you as you crawled forward to rest on your knees. Begging. You could feel saliva building in your mouth as Loki drew closer in time with the music, his curls wild. He was charged with raw sexual energy as he flipped his hair, crawling atop the bed like an animal. A pearl necklace hung invitingly as he stopped at your eye level on all fours, reaching to draw a finger over your lips with one gloved hand. Your eyes fluttered shut, ready to be irrevocably fucked by your sweet transvestite lover before you felt the room shift once more.

The final option, you thought as your head spun; seeing a burgundy warmth growing behind your eyelids. You braced as something rocked beneath you, opening your eyes. Hundred of candles glowed in ornate candelabras floating in the air, shimmering water passing inexplicably beneath the small barge you found yourself in. An angelic soprano voice filled the air like a heavy scent, intoxicating your senses as flames danced on the subterranean canal.

In sleep he sang to me / In dreams he came That voice which calls to me / And speaks my name

Stone pillars towered to black nothingness above, candles dotting the air in swaying, ethereal rhythm. Your head whipped round, finding Loki looming with another flowing, more luxurious cape swirling around him. He was sombre as he steered the boat with one long oar. A high-necked shirt accentuated the angle of his jaw leading down to a tight waistcoat. Always so tight, you thought; squeezing your thighs together. The god’s hair was tied back with a ribbon, half of his beautiful face covered by a white, porcelain mask. The exposed side of his mouth was curled in a secretive smirk, enjoying every second of his theatrical endeavours. You tried to speak, words catching behind your teeth before the air was knocked out of you by another shift of magic. Loki’s lithe frame was suddenly pressed to yours on your bed, his tongue slipping between your lips as you squirmed beneath him. He thrust his hips gently against your open thighs, naked and ready to grant you anything you desired. “So, my darling...which musical anti-hero will you take to your bed this night?” he purred against your cheek, placing messy kisses down your neck as you moaned in anticipation. “All of them?” you whispered shyly, hearing Loki chuckle before the room swirled around you once again.

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pensat-i-fet · 2 years

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Want to join me? (Rúben Dias x Reader)

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“Morning”

“Morning weirdo, I made you a big breakfast”, says my roommate Jenny when I reach the kitchen island of our apartment.

“Thanks, I need to leave in…”, I look down at my watch, “an hour and a half”.

“But you couldn’t skip your morning run”, she says, rolling her eyes.

“You know it helps me with the stress”.

“Yeah yeah, whatever”.

I can't help but smile when she puts the plate on the table and I see she made frittata for today’s breakfast. My favourite post-workout meal.

“So, tell me about today”, she says, sitting down to drink a cup of tea and keep me company while I eat.

“I’m taking the train to Manchester and doing a shoot there. Nothing too exciting, really”.

“Is it a campaign or an editorial?”

“Editorial. For Men’s Health Portugal. Really random for them to hire me but someone cancelled very last minute and I guess I was the only good option. The entire crew is Portuguese. It should be fun. I won’t understand a word they say all day”.

“And who’s the model? He is probably really hot. I’m so jealous”.

I laugh at her comment. “Some footballer. I don’t know”.

“I truly hate you. You know I love football and you just say that it’s some footballer. I hate you”.

“Jen, I barely know who plays for England and you want me to care about who plays for Portugal?”, I say with a shrug.

“There are six Portuguese players in Manchester but only one good option for that shoot”, she says, ignoring my comment.

“Well, I’ll let you know when I get there”, I say, taking my empty plate to the dishwasher so I can head to the shower. “Breakfast was perfect, thank you”.

“Ew, go shower now, stinky”, she says, getting away from my sweaty hug and I laugh all the way to my room.

Four hours later, I’m finally on set, getting all the clothes ready. Not that this footballer will be wearing much. The brief I got sent said that only trousers and shoes will be needed. I guess the ladies and the gents who like him will go crazy when they see him showing off his muscles in all the photos.

I shake my head at the thought. I never got what’s so fascinating about footballers.

“He’s ready”, says one of the women working at today’s shoot.

“Great. Thanks”.

When I get to the dressing area, I see there is a guy with his back to me and looking down at his phone.

“Hello?”

At the sound of my voice, he turns and looks at me for a couple of seconds before smiling. “Hi, you’re the stylist, right? I’m Rúben, nice to meet you”.

“Nice to meet you too”, I tell him, shaking his hand. His really strong hand.

“Ok, I need you to undress”, I say, quickly realising I’m too used to working with female models. When I look up at Rúben I can see him smirking at me. “You know what I mean”.

“Do I?”, he says, but I choose to ignore it.

“Someone will be here soon to do your body make-up. But I need to check if we got the right size for your clothes”.

“Can’t you do it? The body make-up?”, he adds the last part when I look up at him, confused.

“I’m not a make-up artist”.

“That’s a shame”, he whispers.

“What was that?”, I ask, pretending to not have heard it.

“Nothing”.

I'm thankfully saved by the real make-up artist, who starts to fuss around him the moment he takes his shirt off. I don't understand what she's saying to him but I can tell how uncomfortable he feels by the way he's smiling. I have to bite my lip to hide my smile at the scene in front of me.

"I was told your shoe size is 10.5. Is that right?"

"Yes", he answers and I start to put each pair of shoes next to the trousers he'll wear them with.

"Big feet for a big boy, huh?", tells him the make-up artist, laughing and staring at the arm she's holding to apply the make-up.

This time I can't help it and a small chuckle escapes my lips. Rúben gives me a "it's not so funny" look, which only makes my smile bigger.

"Ok, I'm done, darling. Your turn", she tells me with a wink.

"Here, put this on", I say to Rúben, passing him some green joggers while I turn to get the matching shoes.

Thinking that he is done getting changed, I turn again to find him bending down to put the joggers on. I know I shouldn't, I know it's unprofessional, but I can't help but stare.

How is he even real?

A beep on my phone wakes me up from the beautiful dream that is Rúben.

Jenny: how is it going? Who are you doing the shoot with?

Me: guess.

Jenny: Rúben Dias.

Me: how did you know?

Jenny: he's the fittest out of the six Portuguese in Manchester 🤷

Me: he's alright, I guess.

Jenny: take a photo of him for me. Please!

Me: Jennifer, I can't do that. They could fire me if they find out.

Jenny: then don't let them catch you.

"You ok?", asks Rúben.

"Yes. Umm…would you mind if I take a photo of you? For my…eh…the behind the scenes".

"Take as many as you want".

And so I take the photo. When I go to check it I can see his cheeky smirk. Is it permanently on his face?

Jenny: I'm dead. It was nice meeting you 🥵

Me: you're so silly. I gotta keep on working. Talk to you later.

I put my phone away and walk towards Rúben to fix his outfit.

"Ok, let me pull this down a bit", I tell him, pulling his joggers down slightly, the way the photographer wants them. "And…the jacket", I say, getting a matching jacket and tying it around his hips. Trying to stop the slight shake of my hands.

I can feel my face getting hot and can only imagine how red it looks. Ridiculous. It's not the first time I dress a male model for a shoot, what's wrong with me?

"Ready. You can go with the photographer".

Seeing Rúben pose for the camera is an experience. He's so confident. Many would call him arrogant but I just think he knows how hot he is and loves it. There is nothing wrong with that.

When I look at the monitor, I can tell the bottom of the trousers I purposefully put higher to better show off the shoes look a bit weird, so I walk to where he is to put them down quickly.

I hear the photographer talking to Rúben again and I wouldn't have thought about it twice had he not changed to English so I could understand him.

"Sorry, she distracted me", he says, making me turn to see him smirking at me again. And making my already red face even redder.

This is going to be a long shoot.

Three outfits into the shoot, the photographer seems annoyed at something.

"What's wrong with him?", I ask Rúben, pointing at the photographer while I help him put on the next outfit.

He moves so he is closer to the people talking before answering me. "He thinks something is missing. That I need someone else to pose with me for some of the photos".

I roll my eyes at that. Photographers and their last minute changes of mind.

"Should have decided that first. Who's going to find a model now?"

"What about you?", asks Rúben, making me freeze and frown.

"What about me?"

"You could pose with me".

"I'm not a model. I know my otherworldly beauty might have fooled you but I'm just a stylist", I tell him, rolling my eyes.

"You are fit".

"Excuse me?", I say, eyes wide open.

"I mean as in being in good shape. Do you exercise often?", he answers, looking at my arms and shoulders that are now exposed since I took off my jumper and I'm only wearing a tank top.

"Yes, I love doing sport".

"Perfect", he says, smiling. "And you are also fit in the other sense of the word, by the way".

And with that he leaves me to talk to the photographer. What did just happen?

I don't really know what to do with myself while I see them talking. How I wish I could understand them right now.

"Rúben tells me you could take a couple of photos with him", tells me the photographer. "It's just what we needed. They are bringing some women's clothes you can wear. And you can style yourself", he laughs.

"I'm not a model", I say, not knowing what else to say.

"Don't worry, I'll guide you. And you've seen many models working. Just copy them".

Right, as if it was easy.

"I can't do this, Rúben", I tell him when the photographer is gone.

"You can. It'll be fine".

"Oh, there you are", says the make-up artist who is back but not for Rúben, she's here for me. "You don't need much done. Just a bit of foundation and mascara and done. Right, Rúben?"

"Yes, she doesn't need your help at all".

That smirk again. It'll be the end of me today.

"Here are the clothes", tells me one of the assistants who is carrying a rail full of women's sport clothes.

I pick a few outfits that will go well with what Rúben has to wear and look at him.

"Can you leave?"

"Why?"

"I have to get changed", I tell him, showing the clothes I have in my hands.

"I changed in front of you".

"Not the same thing and you know it. Go now so this can be over soon".

He obliges, laughing while he walks back to the shooting area.

I look at myself in the mirror and leave to join Rúben before I chicken out.

I see him standing and waiting until he turns to me and smiles again.

"Want to join me?", he says, arm extended towards me.

"I don't have another choice, do I?", I say, ignoring his chuckle.

"Ok", says the photographer, "I need you a bit closer…there. Your hands on your hips and your body turned to Rúben", he says, moving my body so I am posing just how he wants me to. "And you are almost perfect, Rúben, but how about we try with your hand on her back…right there. Yes. Not lower, this isn't that kind of shoot", he says, walking away and laughing.

He immediately grabs his camera and starts shooting again.

"Yes, you are exactly what we needed. Come to the monitor so we can see the photos".

We do as told and I position myself next to the photographer, mostly out of habit. I can feel Rúben by my side and then his arm moves so he can put it on the table that the monitor is on. After he does the same with his other arm, he cages me in between the table and him. I try not to blush again, but when he leans in and his arm touches my bare back, I can't help but feel goosebumps all over my body. When I look at him to see if he's noticed, he's already looking at me. I hate him.

"One more photo and we're done", claps the photographer and we go get changed.

For this final outfit Rúben is just wearing some plain black joggers that of course look perfect on him. I decide to wear a nice turquoise set to add a pop of colour to the photo.

"Wow", he says when I walk back to where he is.

"What is it?"

"That outfit on you is…wow".

"It's just some shorts and a sports bra. I wear this to the gym all the time", I shrug.

"When do you say is our gym date, then?"

Him and that smirk.

"You can lift her with just one arm, right?"

"He what?", I ask, looking at the photographer wondering if he's gone mad.

"For the photo. I want to try something a bit different. He can lift you by the waist and you put his arm on his shoulder", he mutters, thinking. "Look".

And so he helps us get in the pose he wants. Once we are ready, I can tell Rúben is holding me tightly so I don't fall. But he also isn't making much of an effort. That's how strong he is.

"That was perfect! Perfect! It's a wrap everybody!"

"You can put me down now", I tell Rúben. And so he does. Slowly. Which is nice because it means he's being careful, but it's also torture because of the way our bodies touch while he's putting me down. My blush is back, but I'm not the only one being obvious about how I feel right now.

"I'll go get changed. I need to get to the train station soon", I say, wanting to put some distance between us so I can think rationally again.

"Wait", says Rúben, following me. "What about that date?"

"What date?"

"Our gym date", he says, looking me up and down, his brown eyes looking darker than normal.

"I thought you were joking", I laughed.

"I wasn't. Or we could make it a dinner date if you want to".

"I…".

"Here", he says, writing something down on a piece of paper. "My number. Let me know when you are free for our date", he says with a wink before leaving.

I guess I'll have to find a free day on my busy schedule to come back to Manchester.

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jack-kellys · 1 year

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hello everyone here are the few notes i had from that weird night i keep mentioning (march 29):

alex christian legend hero king tossed himself into buttons for act 2 while fellow legend hero king jordan isaac tossed himself out of buttons and into tommy boy!

* it’s something i didn’t consider bc i’ve never done this show on a professional level like this— each character has a track. like each little ensemble role. because tommy dances here during this part, and he crosses this way, and jordan can’t just do his personal track because tommy has to scab and talk to these people and etc. like that mapping out must be fucking insanity especially considering they have TWO SWINGS ONLY right now bc of past injuries etc. with the moscar debacle this weekend this has become pretty obvious but the way we were like “aw no alex… —where’s jack?? —ALEX????”

the lights came all the way on during intermission that day! so we had intermission for at least 10 extra minutes to switch out tommy for jordan and consequently jordan for alex, which was fine by me bc now i have fully lit pictures of the set for you all.

jack bromage (tommy boy) nearly dropped zach guest (ike? a swing?) on his fucking head! whoops!!! and then tommy got hurt and disappeared for act 2 LMAO mans needs to be more careful oh my god

*speaking on tommy though as a character in this version: tommy is integral to the newsies. he’s in trousers, takes the east side as a whole to report the strike to, and when he scabs… oh it’s a moment. crutchie is shocked (“tommy?”), finch says his “they think they can just waltz in here and take OUR jobs?” to tommy directly and shoves him down, which is the only act of violence finch rly commits.

*during the brawl, finch hangs back (around woodside’s overhang balc) and surveys. and there’s this one moment when mush is on the ground via wiesel who has a baseballl bat, and mush is pleading w/ wiesel not to hit him. wiesel grips mush’s suspender as if to hit him again and then the cop whistle blows, and wiesel drops mush and mush.. doesn’t get up. you can hear finch say “no.. no no no-” from woodside before running down and checking if mush is breathing, tapping him to wake him up and get up… ahh another newsie was next to mush that finch was checking on too but i wasn’t sure who- and then finch bolts with those two. and it’s when he’s helping those two offstage that crutchie calls for him, romeo, jack. like bro. the ACTUAL CHARACTER in this show is fantastic like that’s so small but literally the only reason finch can’t help crutchie is bc he’s doing his little sub-leader role and he can’t and it’s. sad. i was like oh wow. nuance. directorial thought. like they had to reason out that staging. it makes me think if they went thru the show and were actually like “what is each character doing during this fight” instead of “what is each actor doing during this fight” which is SOOOOO. impressive.

after king of new york, race and finch take the tables off down in front of brooklyn’s seating. i was sitting in brooklyn bc i scored an act 2 spot lmao. race says to finch “i don’t polish the tables, THEY do!” and pointed directly at me with a fire in his mf eyes. i was. startled and i also fell in love

going into headcanon territory rq for mush. there was a little joking snippet a while back on jacob’s insta story q&a with mush punching albert in the context of like “who could beat al in a fight”. so like mush might be a bit younger but maybe he’s a good fighter so finch seeing HIM down that badly during the fight…. slay. i just love it. it scares finch so bad. i wanna write the fight from his pov now

anyway gents this weekend we approach my final time of seeing this show (i’ve gone 5 times oops)… but definitely not my final analysis post. thank u for sticking by and giving them a lot of love it’s very cool they’re all under #analysis

#bc now i can evolve my analyses into headcanons woooo #analysis #finch cortes #newsies #newsies uk #fizz freaks #mush meyers #tommy boy #newsies cast #racetrack higgins #josh was like YOU. you. and i was like. if i Was working on newsies i prob would be polishing the dance tables lmao

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dressed-euphoric · 1 year

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Vintage Program

By. Euphoric Dressed

An unexpected television program sets off a change for you.

Word Count: 6160

Your back slumps upon the couch with a sigh of relief releasing into the air. Your feet resting upon the table in front of you with your favorite drink nearby. The feeling was momentary until the clock breaks the calm: the day was already over, again.

It was always like this, every single day: you would go to work, then you would come home. You would change into your comfortable clothes, then make your favorite drink. Then, at last, it was you, the couch, and the TV. A routine that has become your life.

Except, tonight was filled with a bit of hope, a hope that something will change this pitying routine of yours. The clock still shows a few hours before midnight, and you got nothing to lose from losing out on sleep. You hope when midnight hums, everyone’s vow will somehow enlighten you for yours. You let out a small chuckle at the thought of it. Maybe it was the pessimistic side of you that knew nothing will change.

After all, you’ve made goals to become fit, to eat healthier, to find someone you would connect with; all of them barely lasted a week. So what will change this time that will suddenly make you break this mundane life of yours? At this point, it might as well be nothing.

Yet, you lay there hearing the clock tick, and tick, and tick nested in the sounds of your favorite show. Your throat gulping your favorite drink till finally, midnight made her sounds.

You stare at the clock, unable to keep your eyes open: 12:01 AM it says. That was it. Your shoulder shrugs at the time. There was nothing to be felt. No sudden wave of adrenaline pushing you to your dreams, or how your body starts to dance to life. Nothing. All that will continue to exist is work and your couch.

Wait. What had happened? Your teeth tighten, fuming your breaths outward. Great. A static screen on your modern TV. Your hands dash toward the clicker in an attempt to roll it back. You press the button which devolves into a smashing of buttons. You snarl a curse under your breath.

Your heart jumps as it comes back on, just not your show. The colors were a bit odd, reminding you of the old retro shows. A man stood there dressed in the most elegant suit you’ve ever seen: a charcoal gray suit that draped perfectly on his body. His trousers were sharply creased and underneath it, was a pair of shiny black oxfords. He looked like an old-school gentleman with his appearance.

His hair was black with slight streaks of silver. It was slick smoothly to the side with a hard part and shimmers underneath the light. Then there were his eyes, a deep blue that ensnares at you; they seem almost too hypnotic. Your nerves jump out under his gaze as he flashes a smile behind the screen.

“Greetings gents, I’m Dr. Wilton.” He announces with a small bow, “welcome to my program, where I’m here to change your life.”

Change your life? You scoff at him. What was with this TV program? Your hands went straight to the clicker to change the show. You watch as your hands hover on top of the clicker, as you contemplate your decision. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to tune in and get a few laughs. You even wonder what kind of a ridiculous show it would turn out to be.

It was propaganda. You let out a loud laugh at yourself. You couldn’t believe you watched the whole thing!

Dr. Wilton talked about the imperfection of current society: how men carried themselves, and the way they were portrayed. He then preached values that all men should aspire to uphold. And like how he was presented, he reminded everyone of their appearances. The exact statement rang clear as bells in your head:

“Gents, you are destined to wear the appropriate clothes. We do not carry ourselves in a ‘disrespectful manner’. A clean crisp ironed shirt and trousers are to be expected. A perfectly knotted tie among your necks. Your socks should be conservative and show no skin. Your shoes are leather and polished. I would even go as far as to encourage the suit as all men should wear.”

You shake your head in disbelief. What nonsense was the man spewing? To expect everyone to conform to such values and mannerisms? Then, to even imagine yourself dressed all day in such dying clothes! You glimpse at your attire, and it’s no wonder everyone else does too. What was he to declare what was appropriate or not? At the very least, he had made your night amusing, a great start to your year.

——

Tomorrow came as quickly as any other day with yesterday tossed into the wind. You carry on, even forgetting the program you’ve watched last night. Even with the new year, there were no expectations or any goals.

And yet, why did it feel there was a change? A feeling that arouses inside the pit of your stomach: it gnarls and hisses. It gnaws, turning your inside out. It started this morning, and you had hoped it’ll die down. But even now at work, the feeling grows inside of you. Your body’s a bit tense as you labor your breathing. Your palms start to sweat, although you never had sweaty palms in the past.

Then upon reaching home and changing into your comfortable clothes, you thought your haven will save you from whatever it was. If you just sit back on your couch with your favorite drink and your favorite show, it will all go away. And yet for the first time in a while, you browse the TV in search of something. Your favorite show wasn’t doing it so you tried the next, then the next of your interest.

Why? What was wrong? You clench your fist and a grunt of many words lashes into the night. Your voice slowly became loud at the insignificant details. You didn’t feel sick nor was there a fever coming in, but something was ramping you up. That was it. You were done with the night.

The next couple of days didn’t get better. It grew and became more of a bottomless pit that dugs into you, pulling your body awry. You feel yourself always shuffling your feet in your athletic shoes. Your knees clad in jeans, constantly bounces upon sitting down. Somehow all of the sudden, you could feel bugs swarming all around your shirt, even though you’ve checked it a million times. Nothing was ever there.

Your nights weren’t better at all; they became worse. Your haven slowly dissolved into a discordance of madness. You try so hard to watch even 10 minutes of your shows before you couldn’t stand it. Your body’s constantly shuffling on your couch with your dry throat. Your words start to express more, none of it filled with the laughter of the past.

Then there was that craving, a hunger yearning to be satiated. It grows every night as you flip through shows trying to figure out what the hunger desires. Why can’t you get what you wanted?

This went on for another couple of days, then a trip to the doctor ensued. “You’re looking pretty healthy.” The doctor told you.

That was a lie. You weren’t healthy at all by how you were acting. The doctor told you physically, there was nothing wrong. Then, it must be a psychological effect. If so, what was the cause?

On your way back home, your fingers intensely tap against the wheel. Your body keeps fidgeting, and your feet encumber against the pedal. Then somehow, your eyes caught a glance upon a store. A display window showcasing a mannequin dressed in a gray plaid suit.

Right there and then, it was like the tense packed clouds in your mind suddenly releasing their gates. Your body and your shoulder lose all the weight of the world as the light slowly descends. At last, there was no monster inside of you devouring you whole. There was nothing more than your body could ever crave.

Your body was still with your feet gently touching the pedal. Your hands soften against the wheel. A smile widens as you welcome the feeling. Till your eyes focus elsewhere, and all is gone.

The monster was back, and you can hear it roaring at you. Your teeth clench as the monstrous feeling claws your body apart. Your hands ferociously grip the wheel as you can hear your heart bursting so loudly at the speed of light. Something was defective inside of you.

It was that store. How could it be? It was just a suit store… there was nothing more to it. Your feet stomp onto the pedal with no care for the speed limit. There the store was again right in front of you. You found yourself escaping out of the car, then your feet rushing to the front of the door. A long wind of breath slowly upheaves from you and slowly, everything was silent. Except, the echo of your heartbeats, as your eyes delicately peel the display windows.

You had never gone into a suit store or had any desire to in the past. So why now do you so desperately want to go inside? Was it insanity that you felt drawn to the store? The thought makes you boil under your skin. What could you possibly want in this place?

There was no reason to go in. Rather, your precious time was ripping away from your routine; that was going to be the solution to your madness. You just have to crank your favorite drink, sit down on your couch, and desperately watch your favorite show.

No… there was no favorite show anymore. Your routine was a failure for your problem. It was never going to fix that gnawing feeling that keeps troubling you. You focus on the door till everything else fades. That was it. You have to go in. So you open the door and step into an undesired realm.

Your eyes flash toward the vast selection of clothes they hold. A bundle of kindle sets ablaze in your heart. You could feel the sweat on the back of your neck. None of it was a result of the gnawing pit. No, your symptoms were from a different feeling: one that a new child rejoices upon a discovery.

You couldn’t help yourself as you stroke your hands on the fabric of the suit jackets. Each touch sends a beautiful shock that trembles your core. You couldn’t keep your eyes off the dress shirts and ties that hung out and above. You study the creases on each pair of trousers and note how pristine they were. You inspect each of the leather dress shoes, ranging from oxfords, brogues, and loafers, feeling the artwork.

You knew you didn’t fit into any of these clothes. You let out a small laugh imagining yourself dressed in such attire. No way was that going to happen.

But your mind toys with the idea. You bet having that button-up dress shirt would’ve felt delightful against your skin compared to the shirt you were wearing now. You could feel it hug around your chest and shoulder. Then there was the collar as it tightens against your neck. You reach with your hands to touch your collarbone. You didn’t like how the collar was always stiff on your neck but now… it was a strange desire: you wouldn’t mind it. Maybe even with a tie? The tie would be tightened and warm against your neck with a distinguishable knot. The thought makes you blush as you imagine yourself.

You couldn’t believe what your mind was conjuring! This wasn’t you. What was going on that you must think of such thoughts? No. This isn’t what you wanted.

But the trousers that were hung would’ve looked good on you. How the crease makes you more refined. How the trousers will clasp against your waist instead of your usual choice of pants. Staring down at your pants sickens you as you feel it is undesirable.

Then there were the leather dress shoes. Your heart’s still pumping as suddenly, your feet crave to step into them. How good it would feel to walk in them. You couldn’t resist as you examine a pair. A groan escapes your lips as the smell of the rich alluring leather travels to your nose. Just touching a pair made your feet wince against the feeling of your athletic shoes.

But if you were to wear a pair of leather dress shoes, then you can’t wear your short white socks. The thought makes you cringe as you look down at your feet. You were going to need one of the many conservative dress socks displayed, all labeled over the calf. You didn’t know how you will feel about them. Only thoughts of how they would caress against your feet or how they will feel when you lounge in them. The thought makes you flush even harder as you pick up a pair.

This was the most insane trip you’ve ever gone on! You were not going to become a dandy. What are you thinking!? A sense of disgust toils inside of you at your thoughts. You needed to leave.

But you can’t leave without the suit jacket. You needed one to complete the set! Just imagine wearing one on top of your dress shirt, trousers, and leather shoes. The fabric would weave everything into harmony, and you would be the eloquent man you’ve desired.

“Can I help you?” A voice came behind you.

The shopkeeper stood there dressed in his brown plaid suit, white shirt, green tie, and brown loafers. His brown hair neatly parted to the side. His beard was neatly trimmed and distinguished by a handlebar mustache.

A thought came to invade your mind: the man was where you wanted to be, an embodiment of what you saw yourself.

That was it. That was the final evidence that you weren’t yourself. An outrageous flame howls at your thoughts and emotions. Your voice fills with harsh tones and consonants towards the man: you were just browsing. Your feet storm off the door and into your car, unable to comprehend what went through you in the store.

You didn’t need any of those clothes. You didn’t want anything relating to the idea of being dressed in such attire. No, because that wasn’t you. A growl erupts from you. Just a week ago, you were fine. But now, your clothes are harsh and itch against your skin. Your feet stomp around the house. You chug water down your throat in an attempt to calm down.

Then the image of that man came into your head. The hysterical-dressed man who spoke of such ideals. Dr. Wilton was his name. What was it that he spoke of? You couldn’t remember because you laughed at his comedic program. It drives you nuts as you try to recount how to find him.

You quickly descend upon your couch and turn the clicker. You flip through channels on your TV, hoping to find him. Your heart jumps at the familiar face on the screen. The colors are still the same in reminiscence of the retro shows you’ve encountered.

Dr. Wilton stood there in his lavish charcoal suit. He still has the same black parted hair as you first saw him. His hair was as greasy and shiny as his black shoes. You didn’t care for it at first, but you found yourself in awe of his hair. What was it about his hair?

There’s also the fact that you didn’t like Dr. Wilton. Why didn’t you? Maybe because he seemed like an outdated man with an outdated view. He was out of touch in this modern society of yours. All factors contribute to your disdain. But yet, here you were watching him.

“Did you find me?” He grins at you.

His blue eyes still stare at you, just like he was directly talking to you. That hypnotic trance feeling when you first watch him. You could feel the chill settling into your body. What were you doing here, watching the outrageous man?

But the thing is, the sensation that was devouring you inside out was gone. The distraught rhythm in your body soon came to a steady metronome. You didn’t miss the loud thumps of your heartbeat or how your breaths were like sparks of electricity fizzling outwards.

No. There was none of that. Instead, it was just the sensation of the breeze lightly grazing your skin. What is the word that you couldn’t grasp? It felt just right. That was the sensation: right. When everything finally fits in the puzzle.

So your body starts to slouch against the back of the couch. Your dancing legs are no more and finally, you raise your feet to rest on top of your table. You glimpse at your white socks and instinctively took them off your feet. Then something was missing from your feet for comfort. You just didn’t know what it was.

Then, there was an urge to take off your shirt and lounging pants, but you stop yourself. A bit too uncomfortable to just be in your undergarments, and besides, you want to replace them. Of what?

You reach upward to scratch your Adam’s apple like there was something that was supposed to be there. You couldn’t make it out but just felt your neck, looking for something.

At which point, all sense of care and sane steam into the air. Your mind is already too fatigued from the constant agony in the past days. For once, you just want to enjoy the missed calm.

You didn’t care that you didn’t like Dr. Wilton, nor would you care if he spouts nonsense you disagree with. Your chest heaves inward and then puffs outwards, the sense of normality as you get back to your rhythm. Your eyes glue upon the screen of Dr. Wilton. So you watch as he talks throughout the night, as he lashes at you with his beliefs.

The night was filled with what you had forgotten. How you miss the laughter and joy that used to accompany your nights. How your mouth was in bliss as you sip your favorite drink. You’ve let small chuckles in repulse at Dr. Wilton and his ideals. A couple of facepalms as you cringe at his words. But you bear with it for the entertainment he was giving you.

Before you knew it, you did the same thing the next couple of days. The days were filled with the gnawing pit inside of you, followed by nights of dapper Dr. Wilton which you heartily disagree with. Soon, it evolved into a craving for the night: no, it wasn’t Dr. Wilton nor his show. You simply looked forward to the cure of your psychological being.

Then one night came as you settle on your couch, eagerly waiting for his show to come on. Your knee bounces up and down in anticipation of your fix. You hated that you felt like an addict, waiting every night just to watch the goddamn show to feel at peace. Your opinion of him hasn't changed one bit. He was still the same insane old-timer as he was.

You pull your white socks off instantly, and you even watch the show in your underwear. A new addition to your routine. You didn’t recall when you started the habit, but you didn’t care. You had an urge to and you followed it. Either way, it felt much better getting them off of you.

Your hands tap the glass of your favorite drink like time has been forever. Your body leans forward with your eyes darting from the clock to the screen. There he is, always dressed in his sophisticated suits. His shiny hair and his shiny shoes. His ample smile and abundant charm.

Your body leans back against the couch with a smile on your face, awaiting to relieve yourself of the day. You couldn’t wait to laugh at his ridiculous program or to ridicule him like you’ve been doing the past couple of days. After all, you didn’t care at all for Dr. Wilton. It was just the fix you were after.

He began and this time was different. You expected yourself to sit back, scoff at him and laugh, dismiss his ideas and values, and then shame him loudly. Your eyes will roll, and you will shake your head. You will tell him there was no chance you were going to follow his words, and move on, never minding he said anything worth hearing.

It was different. He felt different. What was different this time? He was always the same man as he was in his show, so nothing changed. His manner and his belief were still the same. And yet, you look into his eyes, following his every move and pattern. Your ears listen to his words as clear as day in your head.

You were listening to him. You, who have been ridiculing Dr. Wilton and spoke out loud in disbelief, were sitting on your couch with your ears open for him. What was going on? You didn’t find the programme as funny as before.

Why weren’t you laughing at the statement he had just made? You let out a fake laugh at something he had said, but you stop yourself. This couldn’t be. Weren’t you going to refute him? You nod your head in agreement at what Dr. Wilton had said, which you caught yourself doing. That was weird. Your lips repeat in agreement with him, which you quickly take back.

His words were strung along with clarity and conviction. They wrapped themselves around your heart so tightly that they could no longer be pried from you. The same words that you openly disagree with, became a muse whispering into your ears. Your head nods along his sentences. Your body leans forward to the screen.

There was no laughter and no ridicule. All that exists between you and the screen is genuine curiosity. You like the man on the screen. The way his body dances as he sings his speech, or how his hair and shoes dazzle under the spotlights. There was his tone of voice and his conduct that you enjoy. Then there was the suit that sets him apart, dressed in the finery that no one dares to stumble into.

You couldn’t stop yourself. Did you want to stop? Listen to him. You shake your head at what you were listening to. Your normal course was to disagree and argue against his teaching and yet, your body resonates with his words. This was wrong. Pull yourself together.

Your hands tremble at the sight of your conflict, unable to draw away from the screen. Watch him. Your eyes follow his every movement. Your mouth moves to a smile as he smiles, and laughs as he jokes. Your voice repeats the dissatisfaction he has expressed, then you give your heart away to the values he preaches. You listen to his every breath and reenact his lips.

There was nothing to worry about. After all, you liked Dr. Wilton. What was so wrong with agreeing to a person you admire? There was no way you were going to laugh at him or refrain from his words. In fact, every word he has spoken thus far has enlightened you.

The program ended before you knew it and a bitter taste left settling in your mouth. It was no longer a bitterness of disbelief but a bitterness of dissatisfaction. You wanted to watch the next part of Dr. Wilton’s program. But, then you remembered what he had talked about.

A newfound hope lit inside of you as you thought back and reflect upon Dr. Wilton. You laugh at your old ideals in comparison to Dr. Wilton’s. You couldn’t understand why you hated Dr. Wilton in the first place. His words were right. You cross your arms, thinking how crazy you must have been for not following Dr. Wilton’s words. Why didn’t you follow his words?

The next morning couldn’t come soon enough. You got up bright and early, expecting yourself to be devoid of Dr. Wilton. It was the opposite: all you could think about was Dr. Wilton and his talk. You look at yourself in your mirror and feel the gnawing pit again. You know what you need to do.

Your heart was racing as you search for a barber shop specializing in classic haircuts. You hesitate as you wonder if it was the right choice. You have to do it. You grin as you confirm the appointment.

You didn’t know what to expect, but you yearn for correcting yourself. When it was time for your barber’s appointment, you went excitedly into the chair. One look in the mirror, and you knew exactly what you want.

The barber nods and starts to remove your old cherished hairstyle. In its place was something new and worthy. He asks if you want him to add the product to your hair, which you notice the pomade he carries. This was it. You smile at him, affirming the decision.

He dips his hands into the shiny goo and rubs it between his hands. You watch as he descends his hands upon your hair. Normally, you couldn’t imagine yourself getting the haircut you were getting today or even wanting the shiny goo in your hair. But you know you were on the right track with Dr. Wilton’s wisdom.

The barber’s hand massages your scalp, stripping the old you as he coats each strand of your hair into the new welcome territory. Then you could feel him combing your hair, molding you into what Dr. Wilton preached.

You stare at yourself in your first step. You look different, away from your old self. Your hair was neatly trimmed, short, and combed perfectly over to the side. You notice the stark sharp parted line the barber had given you. You couldn’t help yourself grinning as your hair shines under the light.

But something was missing, and you did feel it. You were out of touch with your hair, and you know what was next. You never had a desire for it in the past but now, all you could think of is what you should’ve been wearing your whole life.

You tip the barber generously for what he had done for you and went on your merry way. Then, all you could think of was the next location that you were going to.

The suit store stands in front of you. The same feeling you felt the first time you’ve been here was back. The sweat on the back of your neck. The alit blaze within your heart. Your glowing eyes at what’s to come. This time was going to be different. You came here to correct yourself. You walk in with no hesitation.

The first thing you wanted to get rid of was your shoes. It was time to let those improper dirty shoes go. Comfort wasn’t in athletic shoes. No, comfort lies in the leathers. Your eyes scan among the pairs, each one as exciting as the next. Then your eyes caught upon a pair and you knew it was meant for you: a pair of dress brown penny loafers.

There was the smell again, the aroma of rich leather. You couldn’t stop yourself as you grab and inhale the freshness. You took off your shoes instantly and put the loafers on. Your feet scream in delight as you feel the loafers enveloping you. You didn’t care if you wear them with your white socks or if it looks a bit odd with your pants. You just couldn’t imagine yourself wearing anything else but the appropriate footwear.

But that doesn’t mean you will keep wearing your white socks. It was time to leave those behind. After all, a proper gentleman cares as much about the details as how he appears. You gaze upon the selection of dress socks they had, labeled over the calf. You pick a couple of them, knowing just how much enjoyment you will have upon slipping and lounging with them.

Then it was finally time to get rid of the awful shirt you have on. Compared to the button-collared shirts on display, your shirt was inferior. You so desperately want it to drape over your torso, button yourself up, and then knot the collar tight upon your neck. Your smile was as wide as the earth spun.

Then you couldn’t forget what should be knotted against your collar. A staple that every man should own and wear. It was a shame really, that all men couldn’t bear to enjoy such things. You found a stunning navy striped tie perfect for the pact you will knot yourself to. The first of many to come. Then all you were missing was the grand piece, and you know what you wanted.

Your eyes first laid on it when you drove by. A hunger that awaits to be satiated by you putting it on. Perfection was the only word stuck in your mind. Your eyes caught sight of the gray plaid suit in the display window. The selection stood near and you went for it.

You missed the fabric that shook your core. Your hands are on top of the suit jacket, caressing it and feeling every fiber of the jacket. You were going to let it surround you and your body, and make you what you should’ve been. You picked it up and the matching trousers. It was then you decided your pants will be no more. In its place will be the fine trousers with the right crease. It will sit on your waist compared to your unsightly old pants.

You encounter the same man and apologize to him for your disrespectful action. He smiles at you, taken aback by how different you look. He sent a compliment that he appreciates the new look, which you agree with.

Your voice strikes up a conversation with him, with your tongue almost a reminiscence of the man you’ve watched on TV. Your voice was different, and the way you spoke was not like yours, but you didn’t mind.

Your eyes caught wind of the newspaper by the checkout, which you bought in an instant even though reading newspapers was not your hobby. You send your thanks to the man and wish him a proper good day.

As you rush into your home, you can feel the sweat dripping from your body. Your heart thumps loudly more than ever. You couldn’t wait at all so you rush to your bedroom and shed away the undesired attire.

You weren’t going to taint your closet with your old shirt and pants. Instead, you threw it into the trash. Along with it came your old shoes and your old white socks. You didn’t need them anymore. You look through your old clothes knowing that all of them will have to go, but that was for another day.

The first piece of garment was the socks. You rip into the packaging of the socks like a vulture. You grab a hold of the long black socks in your hands and feel the material: exquisite and soft. You slip the socks into your feet and a wave of relief escapes your mouth. This was it. Oh, how you dream of satisfying this craving of yours. This was what you were missing. Your hands went straight to caress the socks on your legs. You could feel the spark of ecstasy flying between your fingertips.

You hunger for more. You got up and took the white dress shirt over the back of your body. Your hands slip through the sleeves in an instant. Your hands flew to the buttons and lock them on you. Then, at last, the collar as you button it against your neck.

It was just like how you imagined it on your body. It was a sweet taste that blossoms in your mouth, as your saliva drops onto the ground. You didn’t mind it. You embrace it. Your hands couldn’t move quickly enough as it grabs ahold of the tie. You wrap it around the collar of your neck. Your hand moves and weaves the tie, forming the knot. You pull it up, making sure it was secured tight against your neck.

It felt good having it tight against your neck. The warmth of the tie resting on your body. A sweet warmth that will never go away. It was also the proper accompaniment to yourself. It was at that moment, all you can envision was a tie on your neck every day.

You took a moment and look down upon yourself: your white shirt with the navy stripe tie, your underwear, and your long black socks that went past your calves. A sense of great righteousness fills you up as you feel each of the garments on your body. You wiggle your toes in your socks, how soft they touch upon you. You feel your collar and pull the tie just a bit to ensure that it was indeed tight against your neck.

Then, at last, the final piece. You slow your breath and cull your excitement. You couldn’t wait to put it on but you have to savor the moment. So, you slowly reach and grab the gray plaid trousers. You step into your new form, knowing you’re going to like it.

You pull it up and tuck your shirt in gently. You clasp the trousers on your waist, feeling the fabric on your legs. It was smooth on your skin. You notice the stark crease on them, making you feel refined. From now on, all you will ever wear on your legs was a pair of trousers.

Your hands reach for the jacket and flung it behind you. Finally. You let the jacket hug against you as it completes you. It envelopes you. It makes you into what you desire. It is the final piece to make you whole.

Then you step your feet into the brown loafers, a newfound comfort. An admiration of how distinct they made you feel. Now, you were more mature than those hideous shoes you wore in the past. The loafers weren’t polished yet but you know there will be much joy from shining them.

You let out a deep breath settling into yourself. You could smell the fabric, how intoxicating it was as it wraps around you. This was the right choice.

You walk to the mirror and see yourself. A sight to behold with your body turning its wheel. You in the mirror stood properly dressed in a gray plaid suit, a white dress shirt with a navy striped tie. Your feet are shrouded in lovely brown loafers, revealing a bit of the long black socks underneath your trousers.

Your hair was no longer what you had carried in the past. It was neat. It was elegant. It was trimmed and short. It was parted against the side and showed a sleek line. It glimmers under the light, a shine that distinguishes you.

This was proper. That gnawing feeling inside of you transforms into a profound sense of self. An awakening if you call it. A contract that you willed into existence and will sign over and over again. You’ve made that decision to be like this, and each morning, you will make the same one.

You will be dressed in the proper attire. You will wear the appropriate shoes. Your hair will be tidy. You couldn’t be happy enough!

You walk out of your bedroom as a new man. You went to your couch and pull out the newspaper you’ve just bought. You cross your legs, staring at your loafers and dress socks on your feet. You smile knowing you’ve made the right choice. And thus, you open the newspaper wide and start reading.

You wear your suit till evening. Then you turn on your favorite show. Dr. Wilton stood there dressed in his impeccable suit: this time, a navy blue. His hair and shoes are still as shiny as ever.

You liked Dr. Wilton. What he talked about. What he suggested. You laugh as he jokes, and you smile as he smiles. Your voice is distraught as he was the same. You agree with him heartily with no disagreement. Every day, you couldn’t wait to be dressed properly as Dr. Wilton have wanted. And every night, you couldn’t wait to settle into your couch, with your favorite newspaper, and your favorite show.

“This is the vintage program, where I show you the proper path by being a vintage man.” He grins.

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Three-Dot Symphony

Excerpts from a modern romance

Pairing: benedict bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: Modern AU, friends to lovers over text

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, sexting, explicit descriptions of sexual acts, overuse of emojis, humour.

Word Count: 2.4k

Authors Note: Here’s the text fic no one was asking for! Loosely based on an anon ask about Ben being an expert at sexting (here), but frankly this is not even the sexting fic I was planning to write - I've no idea what this is or where it came from. Betaed by the awesome @makaylan as usual. All remaining typos & grammar errors are from the characters themselves obvs ;)

Y/N: What are you wearing?

BB: !?! Is this a come on?!?

Y/N: No? I mean it literally. As in, I can see you across the room? Y/N: Ok, listen let me rephrase… what the fuck are you wearing?

BB: Better. But also shame. BB: Not my choice. Llittle sis Hy made me, her birthday = fancy dress

Y/N: K but that outfit?! Did you offend her somehow or…?!. Y/N: Wait… shame?

BB: She just hates everyone equally. BB: Also nothing…

7 hours later

BB: What are you wearing?

Y/N: Haha. Go to sleep.

BB: Meh. Worth a try.

25 days later

Y/N: I hate the world and all the penises in it! Y/N: Fuck sorrryyy this was meant for someone else Y/N: Please ignore

BB: I mean that’s probably fair. About the penises (peni?) BB: Wait how many Benedicts do you know?!

Y/N: Sorry. Again. Y/N: You’re not in my phone as Benedict

BB: Not to sound too existential, but what am I?

Y/N: Lol. Arty Ben Y/N: I was trying to text Arti, a friend Y/N: Sorry again

BB: Arty Ben? I mean okay. Could be worse… BB: Why the penis hate? Bad date? BB: (Quite proud of that ⬆️ tbh)

Y/N: Something like that Y/N: (Mr Comedy)

BB: Not all penises are bad. Surely? BB: Or rather penis owners

Y/N: No you are a nice penis Y/N: Penis OWNER! Y/N: You are a nice person who happens to own a penis Y/N: Shit… I shouldn’t text tipsy Y/N: Just hand me a shovel I’ll dig myself

BB: This is just delightful BB: Thank you BB: My penis thanks you too BB: Wait I didn’t… I errr I’m sorry I think I’ve had too many drinks too

Y/N: Say hello to your penis from me Y/N: 🤣

BB: He says hello back 😉

Y/N: He?!

BB: Well it’s not going to be female is it?!

Y/N: It’s not an IT…?!

BB: Ok IT says hello 😁

Y/N: Hello Ben’s penis. 🤣

BB: 👋 😂

3 hours later

Y/N: Goodnight Ben's penis

BB: I mean, I’m right here… BB: Do I not get a goodnight?

Y/N: Goodnight Ben Y/N: Goodnight Ben’s penis

BB: He gets two?!

Y/N: Haha. Night Y/N: Penis

BB: Oh no, this is going to become a bit isn’t it? 😔

4 days later

Y/N: ‘Sup Penis

BB: I’m not going to dignify that with a response

Y/N: That’s fine, wasn’t talking to you Y/N: Was AS YOU CAN READ only addressing the trouser snake

BB: Trouser snake?!

Y/N: Don’t like that? I got a million more 🤷‍♀️ Y/N: P. E. Nis, Esq. 🧐 (gent about town)

BB: How many drinks have you had?!

Y/N: Rude Y/N: Quite a few tbh Y/N: Wait, why do we only text tipsy?

BB: I've no idea, give me an hour I’ll try to catchup

Y/N: K

1 hour later

Y/N: ‘Sup penis and penis owner

BB: ‘Sup

Y/N: Got some drinkin’ goin’ on?

BB: Maybe

Y/N: What’s your poison?

BB: Whisky

Y/N: Niiiice Y/N: Brand?

BB: Glenfidddddich BB: Wait, that’s too many D’s isn’t it?

Y/N: Oooh single malt - we got a fancy penis right here, definitely deserving of the 🧐 Y/N: Can never have too many D’s imo…

BB: My penis, I would like to point out, is not drunk BB: Just me

Y/N: Wait… he’s not invited to your party? Y/N: That’s rude, he’s literally right there

BB: He’s a he again, not an IT? BB: No he can't be shirking his duties

Y/N: Meh, calling him a he is good Y/N: He has duties?!

BB: Y’know like…

Y/N: Tell me

BB: Stop it

Y/N: Tell me

BB: I can be drunk but he still needs to be fit for purpose 😜

Y/N: Ohhhh got it, got it Y/N: Does he have plans tonight then? Y/N: On duty, so to speak?

BB: I mean… nothing planned BB: But he always likes to be prepared you know, just in case, like a Scout

Y/N: Seems a shame he has no party plans Y/N: Poor penis, he deserves a good time too Y/N: I like that he is always prepared though, that’s nice Y/N: He seems nice

BB: He enjoys his duties when called upon BB: He thinks you're nice

Y/N: Good for him Y/N: Awww nice Mr Penis, I think you’re nice Y/N: I mean I've never met you, but I'm sure you are nice

BB: He would be happy to meet you someday…

Y/N: Oh that would be nice Y/N: When can I meet him?

BB: Call me

1 hour later

BB: That was…. Something BB: Thank you 😁

Y/N: Anytime 😉 Y/N: I really like him Y/N: When can I see him again?

BB: On FaceTime or…?

Y/N: However he will have me

BB: After work tomorrow?

Y/N: Yes please Y/N: Totty Ct Rd Tube, Exit 4, 6pm

BB: We’ll be there

1 day later

Y/N: He’s even nicer in person Y/N: He’s lovely and so very attentive

BB: Are you texting from my bathroom?!

Y/N: Yes? Y/N: I mean I thought you’ve might want ⬆️ that on record so 🤷‍♀️

BB: Come back to bed

26 days later

Y/N: Don't forget milk 😘

BB: K 😘

Y/N: Hurry back, Sainsburys isn’t naked. I am

BB: 🥵

12 days later

BB: When is your trip? 😘

Y/N: 2 weeks from Tuesday, don't wanna go 🙁😘 Y/N: I’ll miss P. E. Nis Esq 🧐

BB: He will miss you so much BB: Wait did we agree that’s his name?

Y/N: 😉 Y/N: You want something better? I mean I'd happily call him Admiral Y/N: He's pretty commanding ykwim 😮‍💨

BB: Stop. I'm at work 🥵

Y/N: If you send me a picture right now, I’ll greet him before you later

BB: Are you trying to kill me?!?

Y/N: Is it working?!?

BB: You know it is BB: Now he's at attention BB: In a meeting BB: You are a menace

Y/N: Fuck that’s actually hot Y/N: I wanna see

BB: No penis pics! BB: Just imagine it

Y/N: The one time I ASK for a dick pic I don't get one?! Y/N: I am doing just that Y/N: *adds new underwear to shopping list*

BB: *takes off that underwear* *prefers you without*

Y/N: 🥵💦

BB: No more sexting at work BB: I think my boss just saw this BB: Shit

Y/N: Oooops 🙈 Y/N: Also, babe, this ain't sexting, you wait til my trip 😉

BB: 😉

17 days later

Y/N: On the train, 🙁 I wish you were here 😘

BB: I wish that too 😘 BB: Text me when you’re there safe

Y/N: Will do Y/N: Also sexting later 😉

BB: I can't wait BB: Why don't we just FaceTime tho? 🥵

Y/N: Ohhh we will Y/N: This is just your appetiser, that's the main course Y/N: You’ll see 😉😘

BB: 🥵😘

2 hours later

Y/N: Safe 😘

BB: 😘

6 hours later

Y/N: Ready? Y/N: Phone out of sight of boss?

BB: Lol. Yep

Y/N: Sitting comfortably?

BB: Yep

Y/N: What are you wearing?

BB: Lol funny, I like it

Y/N: I'm not wearing underwear

BB: Oh shit, rly? BB: Call me

Y/N: No! Text only for now. Out at boooooring business dinner Y/N: But I'm not wearing underwear. For you Y/N: No one else will ever know. But you Y/N: What would you do to me if you were here? Y/N: Proof incoming Y/N: (sent photo attachment)

BB: Fuckkkkkkkkk BB: Can't type with erection

Y/N: Yes you can Y/N: If I can type dripping into my skirt Y/N: Then yes you can

BB: (emphasised “If I can type dripping into my skirt”) BB: (loved “If I can type dripping into my skirt”)

Y/N: Look who just figured out text reactions. Cute. Y/N: I’m waiting…. Y/N: Babe? Y/N: You ok? Y/N: We don't have to do this if you’re uncomfortable….?

BB: SHIT. SO SORRY BATTERY DIED. BB: NO I WANT TO DO THIS!!! BB: I COULDN’T FIND A FUCKING CHARGER BB: BABY? BB: Sorry didn't mean to shout.

Y/N: Haha no worries Y/N: I’m here Y/N: And I'm still waiting…

BB: I want to uhhh run my hand up your thigh BB: (this feels weird)

Y/N: Mmm continue Y/N: (My thigh feels weird?!?)

BB: No! Sexting feels bit weird. K gimme a mo BB: I would walk up to you like I didn't know you, and slide my hand up your thigh

Y/N: Yessssss Ben tell me more

BB: Don't worry I’ll make sure no one can see between your legs BB: But they’ll be able to see your face so you better be a good actor BB: I’ll slowly push up your skirt til its high as it can go with you sitting

Y/N: Oh yes

BB: Then my fingers will trace up your inner thigh until I get to your pussy

Y/N: It's so fucking wet rn

BB: Good. BB: I’m going to tease you a bit, just light gentle strokes everywhere but where you want it, over your lips, your lil sexy strip of hair BB: then hmmm just when you’re panting I’ll just gently flick my fingernail against your clit

Y/N: *heavy breathing* fuckkkk you are good at this

BB: A few more times. Do you feel that?

Y/N: Yessss. More please.

BB: Then I’m going to push two fingers inside you. BB: You are always so perfectly tight and warm BB: Do you feel that?

Y/N: Yessss god I love your long delicious fingers Y/N: They reach places no one else can

BB: Now I’m rocking those fingers inside you BB: I’m going to tease that lil spot inside you the one that makes you flood all over my hand BB: My thumb is pressing circles on your clit now BB: Oh yes there we are, moan for me baby

Y/N: Godddd yessss it feels so good Y/N: Let me suck the fingers on your other hand please? Y/N: Out then in my mouth mmmm baby Y/N: Please fingerfuck my mouth and pussy Ben Y/N: Then please fuck my throat with your cock Y/N: I need you so much

BB: I can’t type, shaking

Y/N: My pussy is clenching on nothing, I need you Y/N: Fuck this dinner. I’m headed to my room right now Y/N: You better be naked, hard and ready to FaceTime in 3 mins 😘

BB: Already there 😘

6 hours later

BB: Baby, last night was so amazing 😘 BB: I hope you are still sleeping after that session but you know I had an early start today BB: Well anyway, I'm going to have to be offline in the basement archives all morning, so… BB: This is for you when you wake up. Enjoy you little minx… BB: I’m thinking about our upcoming trip to that AirBnB in Cornwall. Those big floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking the sea? I want to fuck you against them, baby. I want you pressed hard against it. That cold glass on your nipples while I fuck into you from behind. Your face pressed against it, puffs of condensation where you are breathing heavy. Want to know why you’re breathing so hard? Cos I’m fucking you so deep. Pushing you up onto your tiptoes with every stroke in. But it’s slow at first, so you feel every inch as I slide into you, hands on your hips. BB: You’re so fucking wet, and I’m going to tell you that. Maybe some people walk by on the coastal path. I don’t care. I’m going to keep fucking you, my girl; let the whole world watch. Then I’m going to speed up a little and go a little harder. I can’t wait to hear your sexy fucking moans as I do that. I'm going to move a hand to grip around your throat just a little, stand up a little taller, so you’re always on tiptoes, speared onto my cock from behind, your gorgeous ass squashed against my pelvis. I’m going to tell you to put your hands outstretched above your head on the glass. And then I’m really giving it to you, fucking you hard. And the hand not on your throat is going to slip down between your legs and circle your clit until you scream. I love when you scream for me. Scream and moan and come on my cock clenching so hard, milking all that cum out of me. Oh, baby, I can’t wait.

1 hour later

Y/N: 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 Y/N: FUCKING HELL…. 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 Y/N: Ben, I mean, BeneDICT 🥵🥵🥵🥵 Y/N: Baby I… Y/N: Wow I need you to know WOWWWWWWWW

1 hour later

Y/N: I just read that again 🥵🥵🥵🥵 Y/N: And came again Y/N: I’ve unleashed a monster Y/N: And I don't just mean when I pull down your zip 😉 Y/N: (Sorry) Y/N: A sexting monster

1 hour later

Y/N: I'm terminally horny and it’s all your fault Y/N: I need you right the fuck nowwwwwwwww 🥵🥵🥵🥵

1 hours later

BB: Welllllll….. I guess that worked? 😘

Y/N: Y’think?!? 🥵🥵 Y/N: On train back now Y/N: You better fuck me in the hallway when I get home 🥵 Y/N: Sorry typo I meant when I get to yours

BB: Don't be sorry BB: This could be your home…if you want 😘😘

Y/N: It… could? 😘😘

BB: Yes 😘😘 BB: I’ll happily fuck you in the hallway when you get home 🥵😘😘 BB: In fact, I can’t wait 😘😘 BB: My love 😘😘

Y/N: 😘😘😘😘😘

39 days later

Y/N: ‘Sup Penis

BB: That will not make me move these boxes up the stairs any faster

Y/N: Worth a try

BB: What exactly are you moving into my flat? Boulders?

Y/N: That's classified Y/N: I love you 😘😘

BB: I love you too 😘😘

Authors note: You guys have no idea how tempted I was to call this fic ‘Sup Penis. No idea.

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