Kink Bingo - Crossdressing
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setos_puppyTitle: Orphic
Fandom: True Blood
Pairing/Characters: Godric/Eric, Pam
Rating: Teen
Warning: Historical, crossdressing
Summary: Eric Northman and his companion attend a party in London
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Alan Ball et al.
Notes: Part of my endeavor into![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo for my Crossdressing prompt.
Word Count: 1628
By the time they arrived at the party the attendants were sweeping about in frivolity. Mingling amongst themselves, sharing food, wine and pleasantries.
“May I take your things?”
Eric drew his eyes away from his companions form and looked towards the attendant at the door who was smiling at them goodnaturedly. “Yes, of course.” Removing his hat, gloves and outer jacket, he handed them to the man.
“And you, my lady?”
The dark haired beauty beside Eric smiled as she slid her hands from her muff as she removed her cape and bonnet and handed them to the man, who bowed and whisked their things off. As the man left the woman reached into her bag, pulling out a small dark green silk cocktail hat to match her dress and replace her bonnet. As she pinned her dark, faintly curled hair back and secured the hat on her head, Eric watched with a guarded smile. When she was finished she extended her hand Eric took the slight, delicate hand in his own and lead her deeper inside.
“Party name?” A man drawled before the foyer, looking bored.
“Northman.”
The man peered down at the paper, pulling his fountain pen from the inkwell and tapping it on side and then making a note in his log. “Very good. Mr and Mrs Northman. Please enjoy yourselves.”
Eric bowed his head gratefully as they were let inside the party.
The room was filled with people, chatting away, some were dancing, some men were smoking and playing cards, some women were sitting in the corner enjoying tea. Eric’s eyes raked over the sight and then he looked to his companion, who was flushed with excitement as she gazed over everything, her eyes alight.
“Why don’t we go introduce ourselves?”
At her nod, Eric swept her even further into the room where some people in varying company discussing literature. “May we join you?”
A woman looked over, her blonde hair pinned back under a rose coloured cocktail hat, her dress a similar shade, adorned with black roses. Her head cocked to the side as she studied them, her lips twitching in bemusement as she lowered her tea to the saucer and the saucer to the table. “I suppose you may. And you are..?”
“Ah. My apologies. I’m Eric Northman, and this is my wife Genette.”
“Pleased to meet you,” the blonde woman said, nodding curtly. “This is Elizabeth Shomaker and her husband Theodore, Mary Thompson, and I am Pamela Woolsey.”
Eric took her lace glove encased hand and kissed it before he sat and Genette sat beside him, folding herself against his body demurely.
“As I was saying, I think Shelley is using her Creature as a way to frown upon the imposition of a new lifestyle in Britain.” That was Mary Thompson.
“I disagree. I think Frankenstein’s Monster is a metaphor on Creation. It is a homunculus of horrid proportions and in some ways is a display of inappropriate sexual perversions.”
Eric rose his brow and studied Pamela, who had just finished speaking. She sipped her tea and he mused on her thought processes as he crossed his legs. “I understand where you are coming from Miss Woolsey, however, I’m curious to know why you think such things. Frankenstein created the Creature, he did not birth it.”
“True, Mr. Northman, however, you can see it as a twisted sense of Creation insofar as he made the Monster from nothing but scraps and his own mind, as God did with Man.”
“And in so creating life from nothing he is sexually perverse?”
“He is mothering a child, Mr. Northman. Feminizing himself and debasing the natural order of things. A man cannot have children. A man cannot birth. Yet Shelly had Frankenstein do these things. She re-sexes him and it is deeply disturbing.”
“Furthermore,” Eric’s eyes snapped to Genette as she finally broke her silence, “never once to we see the Creature referred to as male or female, the creature is always “it”.”
“Precisely.” Pamela nodded her head. “Your wife is a smart woman, Mr. Northman.”
“Well, I think this discussion is becoming far to lewd for my liking, are you coming, Theodore?”
“Yes, my dear.”
As Elizabeth and Theodore left, Eric’s eyes turned to Mary, who politely excused herself and left the room. Eric fixated his eyes on Pamela, before smiling. “‘Deeply disturbing’, that’s rather brash isn’t it?”
“It sounded convincing, did it not?”
Eric laughed shortly as the woman finished her tea and readjusted her hat. “What do you really think of the book?”
“Complete fodder, I could barely get through it.” She rose and led the couple into the foyer, where they redressed for the night and biting winds, and they all slipped into the icy rain.
As they walked, Pamela huddled close to Eric, who shielded her human fragility from the cold. By the time they crossed five streets to a large manor home, she was shivering. Eric rapped on the door and a small viewing window slid open.
“It is Eric Northman to see Henrietta.”
There was a nod before the window slammed shut and the door opened. They were welcomed into a blazingly hot foyer, where Pamela warmed herself by the fire as their outwear was collected and hung to dry.
“The Queen will see you all.”
With a nod, they swept into the main hall, where a woman was sitting in a high backed chair doing needlepoint. She stopped when she spotted them and smiled as Eric bowed his head in respectful greeting. “Your majesty.”
“Well hello Eric. You have brought me a pretty present.” The Queen purred as she drew towards Pamela who stared back, fierce and unmoving, before her gaze switched to Genette. “Two.”
“Now, now, Henrietta, do not be greedy,” Genette teased, a playful smile tugging her lips.
The woman reared back, peering at Genette before laughing. “Oh Godric! I had heard you died in Florence!”
“Yes well...” Godric started, sweeping his way into the room and sitting in a chair by the fire. He crossed his legs and adjusted the skirts of the forest green satin dress. “I did not. However, the friars wanted me dead and gone, so I led them to believe they had succeeded.”
“But why the facade, why not drop it once you left Florence?”
“I find it becoming. Comfortable. And I quite enjoy the fabrics. And I highly suspect Eric enjoys unwrapping me.”
Henrietta laughed shortly. “Well, surely this ruse will not continue much longer.”
“Of course not. Eric and I have come here for lodging and safety. We will be leaving in a week. Miss. Woolsey will become part of our nest and will be leaving with us to go to America.”
Henrietta nodded raptly. “I will see to it that your travel plans are taken care of and you will be given proper attire and adequate rooms.”
“Good.” Godric rose to his feet, bowing his head in thanks. “For now, I am quite sure Miss. Woolsey and yourself would delight in each other’s company. Eric and I will retire for the night.” He turned to Pamela, who was unclasping the shawl about her neck to reveal the smooth skin to the Queen’s smoldering gaze. “Good night ladies.”
Henrietta tore her eyes from Pamela and towards the men who were leaving. “Sleep well, gentleman!” Her eyes turned to Pamela, and she took the firey woman into her arms, a delighted smile coming over her face as she let Pamela’s hair free.
Godric sighed as he stepped off the stairs and onto the landing and he and Eric were led to their room. It was expansive, fire crackling away in the corner, the windows bricked and shuttered. He relaxed as Eric slid behind him, mouth descending high on his neck, just above the ruffled collar of his under blouse.
“No one knew the truth. That you were mine. That they mingled with demons and sinners. That under all this pomp you were nothing of what they expected. I knew.”
Godric leaned his head back as Eric tied back his long hair tightly and turned him roughly in his arms. Godric watched with dark eyes as Eric slowly worked off the buttons of his tightly binding jacket and slid it over his shoulders. Eric unpinned the brooch on the high neck collar and slowly undid the buttons, peeling it back to reveal the pale, supple flesh of his neck. Eric’s lips curved into a smile as his fangs snapped out hungrily at the sight and he snarled possessively.
Eric thumbed the rest of the buttons on the under blouse open and slid it off of Godric’s shoulders and down onto the floor leaving his maker clad in the tightly bound corset and skirts. His nose pressed to Godric’s neck and he inhaled deeply, causing Godric to shudder. His fingers worked on the fastenings of the topmost skirt and lifted Godric up as it pooled on the floor, laying him in plethora of cushions and blankets of the bed.
Godric’s hands made quick work of Eric’s clothing, doing away with the fashionable dress coats and shirts and pushing off his trousers, leaving him in nothing. Eric worked off Godric’s boots and massaged the instep of each foot before he slid off his stockings and untied his pantaloons.
Godric caught Eric’s wrist as he moved to remove the corset and petticoats still adorning his body. He drew Eric’s fingers to his mouth and sucked them past his lips, nipping playfully with his fangs before letting Eric draw them away. “Leave them.”
Eric growled and seized hold of Godric’s hips, rolling him to lay astride his own as he pulled his Maker down with a fistful of hair and kissed him passionately.
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Inspiration for Godric's dress taken from: here
Fandom: True Blood
Pairing/Characters: Godric/Eric, Pam
Rating: Teen
Warning: Historical, crossdressing
Summary: Eric Northman and his companion attend a party in London
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Alan Ball et al.
Notes: Part of my endeavor into
kink_bingo for my Crossdressing prompt. Word Count: 1628
By the time they arrived at the party the attendants were sweeping about in frivolity. Mingling amongst themselves, sharing food, wine and pleasantries.
“May I take your things?”
Eric drew his eyes away from his companions form and looked towards the attendant at the door who was smiling at them goodnaturedly. “Yes, of course.” Removing his hat, gloves and outer jacket, he handed them to the man.
“And you, my lady?”
The dark haired beauty beside Eric smiled as she slid her hands from her muff as she removed her cape and bonnet and handed them to the man, who bowed and whisked their things off. As the man left the woman reached into her bag, pulling out a small dark green silk cocktail hat to match her dress and replace her bonnet. As she pinned her dark, faintly curled hair back and secured the hat on her head, Eric watched with a guarded smile. When she was finished she extended her hand Eric took the slight, delicate hand in his own and lead her deeper inside.
“Party name?” A man drawled before the foyer, looking bored.
“Northman.”
The man peered down at the paper, pulling his fountain pen from the inkwell and tapping it on side and then making a note in his log. “Very good. Mr and Mrs Northman. Please enjoy yourselves.”
Eric bowed his head gratefully as they were let inside the party.
The room was filled with people, chatting away, some were dancing, some men were smoking and playing cards, some women were sitting in the corner enjoying tea. Eric’s eyes raked over the sight and then he looked to his companion, who was flushed with excitement as she gazed over everything, her eyes alight.
“Why don’t we go introduce ourselves?”
At her nod, Eric swept her even further into the room where some people in varying company discussing literature. “May we join you?”
A woman looked over, her blonde hair pinned back under a rose coloured cocktail hat, her dress a similar shade, adorned with black roses. Her head cocked to the side as she studied them, her lips twitching in bemusement as she lowered her tea to the saucer and the saucer to the table. “I suppose you may. And you are..?”
“Ah. My apologies. I’m Eric Northman, and this is my wife Genette.”
“Pleased to meet you,” the blonde woman said, nodding curtly. “This is Elizabeth Shomaker and her husband Theodore, Mary Thompson, and I am Pamela Woolsey.”
Eric took her lace glove encased hand and kissed it before he sat and Genette sat beside him, folding herself against his body demurely.
“As I was saying, I think Shelley is using her Creature as a way to frown upon the imposition of a new lifestyle in Britain.” That was Mary Thompson.
“I disagree. I think Frankenstein’s Monster is a metaphor on Creation. It is a homunculus of horrid proportions and in some ways is a display of inappropriate sexual perversions.”
Eric rose his brow and studied Pamela, who had just finished speaking. She sipped her tea and he mused on her thought processes as he crossed his legs. “I understand where you are coming from Miss Woolsey, however, I’m curious to know why you think such things. Frankenstein created the Creature, he did not birth it.”
“True, Mr. Northman, however, you can see it as a twisted sense of Creation insofar as he made the Monster from nothing but scraps and his own mind, as God did with Man.”
“And in so creating life from nothing he is sexually perverse?”
“He is mothering a child, Mr. Northman. Feminizing himself and debasing the natural order of things. A man cannot have children. A man cannot birth. Yet Shelly had Frankenstein do these things. She re-sexes him and it is deeply disturbing.”
“Furthermore,” Eric’s eyes snapped to Genette as she finally broke her silence, “never once to we see the Creature referred to as male or female, the creature is always “it”.”
“Precisely.” Pamela nodded her head. “Your wife is a smart woman, Mr. Northman.”
“Well, I think this discussion is becoming far to lewd for my liking, are you coming, Theodore?”
“Yes, my dear.”
As Elizabeth and Theodore left, Eric’s eyes turned to Mary, who politely excused herself and left the room. Eric fixated his eyes on Pamela, before smiling. “‘Deeply disturbing’, that’s rather brash isn’t it?”
“It sounded convincing, did it not?”
Eric laughed shortly as the woman finished her tea and readjusted her hat. “What do you really think of the book?”
“Complete fodder, I could barely get through it.” She rose and led the couple into the foyer, where they redressed for the night and biting winds, and they all slipped into the icy rain.
As they walked, Pamela huddled close to Eric, who shielded her human fragility from the cold. By the time they crossed five streets to a large manor home, she was shivering. Eric rapped on the door and a small viewing window slid open.
“It is Eric Northman to see Henrietta.”
There was a nod before the window slammed shut and the door opened. They were welcomed into a blazingly hot foyer, where Pamela warmed herself by the fire as their outwear was collected and hung to dry.
“The Queen will see you all.”
With a nod, they swept into the main hall, where a woman was sitting in a high backed chair doing needlepoint. She stopped when she spotted them and smiled as Eric bowed his head in respectful greeting. “Your majesty.”
“Well hello Eric. You have brought me a pretty present.” The Queen purred as she drew towards Pamela who stared back, fierce and unmoving, before her gaze switched to Genette. “Two.”
“Now, now, Henrietta, do not be greedy,” Genette teased, a playful smile tugging her lips.
The woman reared back, peering at Genette before laughing. “Oh Godric! I had heard you died in Florence!”
“Yes well...” Godric started, sweeping his way into the room and sitting in a chair by the fire. He crossed his legs and adjusted the skirts of the forest green satin dress. “I did not. However, the friars wanted me dead and gone, so I led them to believe they had succeeded.”
“But why the facade, why not drop it once you left Florence?”
“I find it becoming. Comfortable. And I quite enjoy the fabrics. And I highly suspect Eric enjoys unwrapping me.”
Henrietta laughed shortly. “Well, surely this ruse will not continue much longer.”
“Of course not. Eric and I have come here for lodging and safety. We will be leaving in a week. Miss. Woolsey will become part of our nest and will be leaving with us to go to America.”
Henrietta nodded raptly. “I will see to it that your travel plans are taken care of and you will be given proper attire and adequate rooms.”
“Good.” Godric rose to his feet, bowing his head in thanks. “For now, I am quite sure Miss. Woolsey and yourself would delight in each other’s company. Eric and I will retire for the night.” He turned to Pamela, who was unclasping the shawl about her neck to reveal the smooth skin to the Queen’s smoldering gaze. “Good night ladies.”
Henrietta tore her eyes from Pamela and towards the men who were leaving. “Sleep well, gentleman!” Her eyes turned to Pamela, and she took the firey woman into her arms, a delighted smile coming over her face as she let Pamela’s hair free.
Godric sighed as he stepped off the stairs and onto the landing and he and Eric were led to their room. It was expansive, fire crackling away in the corner, the windows bricked and shuttered. He relaxed as Eric slid behind him, mouth descending high on his neck, just above the ruffled collar of his under blouse.
“No one knew the truth. That you were mine. That they mingled with demons and sinners. That under all this pomp you were nothing of what they expected. I knew.”
Godric leaned his head back as Eric tied back his long hair tightly and turned him roughly in his arms. Godric watched with dark eyes as Eric slowly worked off the buttons of his tightly binding jacket and slid it over his shoulders. Eric unpinned the brooch on the high neck collar and slowly undid the buttons, peeling it back to reveal the pale, supple flesh of his neck. Eric’s lips curved into a smile as his fangs snapped out hungrily at the sight and he snarled possessively.
Eric thumbed the rest of the buttons on the under blouse open and slid it off of Godric’s shoulders and down onto the floor leaving his maker clad in the tightly bound corset and skirts. His nose pressed to Godric’s neck and he inhaled deeply, causing Godric to shudder. His fingers worked on the fastenings of the topmost skirt and lifted Godric up as it pooled on the floor, laying him in plethora of cushions and blankets of the bed.
Godric’s hands made quick work of Eric’s clothing, doing away with the fashionable dress coats and shirts and pushing off his trousers, leaving him in nothing. Eric worked off Godric’s boots and massaged the instep of each foot before he slid off his stockings and untied his pantaloons.
Godric caught Eric’s wrist as he moved to remove the corset and petticoats still adorning his body. He drew Eric’s fingers to his mouth and sucked them past his lips, nipping playfully with his fangs before letting Eric draw them away. “Leave them.”
Eric growled and seized hold of Godric’s hips, rolling him to lay astride his own as he pulled his Maker down with a fistful of hair and kissed him passionately.
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Inspiration for Godric's dress taken from: here
