#I’m just so charmed by the pants-shoe juncture

[chopshajen]

Can’t stop won’t stop drawing the Trickster even when it’s 4am and I’m sick

#tbh I really wanted to draw 1) their face and 2) their shoes and everything else was a vehicle to get there #I’m just so charmed by the pants-shoe juncture #also will forever be wowed by the way they pull off that onion hat lmao #this outfit has the same color scheme as the London Spitfife which I love #bc blue and orange together is peak #but it was 4am and I was not about to color every individual stripe LMAO #Cirque du Soleil #Cirque du Soleil Trickster #Kooza #Trickster #my art

[hotforharrison]

Hot Tea

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Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader

Summary: You came to the club just to dance, but then Tom Holland happened.

Word Count: 2,997

Warnings: Smut and language

A/N: This was a reader request! Do I accept requests? Maybe. Depends on what you’re requesting and whether I think I can manage to do it justice or not, even though I hate to say no. Also, my muse is fickle.

You checked yourself out in the hotel room mirror one last time before you headed out with the girls to the club. You’d come in from out of town to spend time with your friends. 

They were wearing their usual tiny dresses and outfits showing lots of skin with high heels, but you were more comfortable wearing a matching checked blazer and pants with a silk shirt and your favorite black brogues and trilby hat.

You weren’t looking to be seductive and take someone home tonight. No, you wanted to dance.

The club was already starting to get busy when you arrived together.

There was a bit of a commotion going on near the dance floor.

“Hey, is that Tom Holland?” one of your friends asked.

“Oh my god, it is!” another responded. “I want to go talk to him!”

“I’m gonna go dance,” you excused yourself to let your friends fangirl over him without you.

If you were being perfectly honest, you’d had a crush on the guy for ages and wouldn’t have minded getting closer to him, but he deserved to spend his Friday night in peace, not being hounded by girls wanting selfies.

You let the music carry you away as you danced, startled out of reverie by someone tapping on your shoulder.

“Care to dance?” a guy asked close to your ear so you could hear over the thumping music.

You turned to look at him, and it was Tom Holland. Holy shit, Tom fucking Holland wanted to dance with you. Not trusting yourself with words, you just nodded.

An upbeat funk track played next, and you enjoyed dancing with him, light touches here and there that sent little tingles down your body.

The next track was definitely intended for grinding, and that was what started happening with the other dancers around the two of you. You weren’t sure what he was going to do, but decided to wait for him to determine if he wanted to leave or keep dancing.

He got behind you and placed his hands on your hips lightly. “Is this alright, darling?” he whispered, his warm breath against your ear sending a chill down your spine.

You nodded again, still not trusting yourself to use words. 

His hands just ghosted over your body as he moved his hips against your ass to the beat of the music.

At first it was fun, but grew sexually frustrating after the first song ended and turned into the next. You moved your hips back against him more firmly to test the waters, and noticed the motion of your hips wasn’t the only thing that was firming up. You smirked.

He pulled you back against him harder to make sure you felt the bulge of his erection against your ass, and all of its wonderful implications. “Want to head up to the VIP booth with me?”

“Sure,” you replied, heart pounding in your chest as you followed him off the dance floor up past the security guard into the VIP area.

He ushered you into a booth that provided privacy from the rest of the club below, scooting closer to you than you would have initially expected.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, voice raised enough to be heard over the music.

You didn’t answer, instead leaning over to press yours lips against his. Before he could respond, you traced your tongue along the seam of his lips. He parted them, and you brushed your tongue against his, tasting the beer he’d apparently been drinking before he found you on the dance floor.

It soon turned into a question of who was going to dominate the kiss. The answer was obviously going to be you, whether he was Tom Holland or not.

His hand moved underneath your blazer to cup your breast underneath your silk shirt, thumb brushing over your nipple as it hardened under his touch.

He obviously liked to play dirty. You could play dirty, too.

You ran your hand down his flat stomach and groped him through his jeans, rubbing the heel of your hand against him. His hips moved into your touch. 

When he moaned against your mouth, you tugged his lower lip between your teeth and nipped it.

He pulled back from the kiss, eyes darkened with lust. “Fuck. Do you want to get out of here?”

“Absolutely,” you responded, pulling your phone out. “Just let me text my friends to let them know I’m leaving now.”

You sent a quick text that you were heading back to the hotel for the night, not what, or rather who, you were doing. They wouldn’t have believed you anyway. Hell, you wouldn't have believed you a few hours ago.

“How does my hotel room sound?” he asked as you exited the club into the night.

“How far is it?” you responded as you followed him to his car. 

“Maybe 20 minutes?” he replied.

“Mine’s about 5.”

"5 is definitely better."

You told him the name of the hotel. He entered it on the GPS on his phone and started driving.

“Do you do this often?” you asked, curious.

“Not really. I didn’t go to the club looking to pull, if that’s what you’re asking. Do you?”

“I just go to the club to dance. Most guys are more interested in the girls who are a lot drunker and wearing a lot less than me.”

“I like what you’re wearing. You look amazing. Gets a little old seeing the same thing again and again.”

“Thanks. I always just thought of myself as ordinary,” you admitted with a shrug.

He placed a hand on your thigh. “Trust me, you’re anything but.”

You felt yourself blushing in the dark. “I didn’t think you’d be this sweet.”

“What, did you think I’d be a dick?” he asked, chuckling.

“No. I guess I figured you’d be more focused on getting in my pants and less focused on charming me.”

“I can multitask, love,” he teased, his hand sliding up your thigh to the juncture between your legs, pressing against you through the fabric.

“Oh god,” you moaned, softly.

He rubbed you through your pants while you squirmed against the seat, a wet spot quickly becoming noticeable through the fabric. 

“If I didn’t want to avoid a car accident, my hand would already be down your pants,” you told him.

“I guess I’ll have to take the advantage this time.”

He reluctantly pulled his hand away and parked.

You walked ahead of him through the hotel silently, impatiently waiting to get behind the closed door of your room. Once you finally did, you tossed your hat on the dresser near the door and backed him up against a wall.

“It’s my turn now,” you said, going down onto your knees and grinning up at him.

“I’m not going to argue,” he responded, grinning back down at you.

He ran his fingers through your hair as you unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, eager to unwrap the present you never in a million years thought you’d get.

After you freed him from his pants and boxers, you weren’t disappointed. He wasn’t massive by any means, not that you’d expected him to be, but he was thick enough that he’d fill you up nicely and had a little curve that you were sure would feel amazing against your g-spot.

“Like what you see?” he asked, making you realize you’d probably been staring at his dick for a bit too long.

“Definitely.” You wrapped your hand around the base and licked away the precum that was leaking from the tip.

When you took him deeper in your mouth and swirled your tongue around him, he dropped his head back against the wall with a thud and groaned. You took as much as you could without gagging, encouraged by the way he buried his hands in your hair and lightly tugged it when he was really enjoying what you were doing.

“Fuck, you’re amazing at that, babe,” he praised, “but you’ve gotta stop or I’m going to cum.”

You pulled off with an audible pop and stood up to pull him into a sloppy kiss.

He guided you towards the bed as you made out, pushing your blazer off your shoulders and onto the floor. His hands immediately went for the buttons on your shirt, moving down expertly until it joined your blazer on the floor. Your bra was next, unhooked and then discarded in the pile. He was right -- he definitely did know how to multitask.

You took the initiative and toed off your shoes so he could unbutton and push down your pants and panties. After you were naked, you pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs until he could step out of them.

You broke the kiss to grab the hem of his shirt and tug it over his head. You pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, moving to kiss him more.

“Nuh-uh,” he said against your mouth and flipped you over onto your back easily with his strength. “My turn now.”

You didn’t stop him when he kissed down your neck to your chest. He sucked on and gently tugged one of your already hardened nipples with his teeth, while his fingers tweaked the other.

His other hand slipped down between your legs, and he slid between your folds. You spread your legs for him to grant him easier access.

He pulled his mouth away from your breast to speak. “You’re fucking soaked for me, darling,” he commented, obviously pleased.

“Have you seen yourself?” you asked, a little breathlessly.

He smirked up at you before kissing the rest of the way down your stomach and burying his face between your thighs.

You moaned when he licked a stripe from your entrance up to your clit.

“You’re delicious,” he mumbled against your body.

You buried the fingers of one hand in his soft curls while he lapped at your clit. Your other hand reached down to intertwine your fingers with his, squeezing his hand when something felt particularly good.

He used his free hand to push one, then two fingers inside you, curving them up slightly to find your g-spot as he fucked you with them.

“God, I’m close, please,” you begged him.

He sucked on your clit and flicked his tongue against it. You almost immediately toppled over the edge into an intense orgasm. Your heels dug into his back, and your hand squeezed his tightly as you rode your high, tensing and pulsing around his fingers.

After your body calmed, he moved to look up at you, wiping his face off on the back of his hand. He climbed off the bed to dig through his jeans and returned victoriously with a condom, before glancing behind you onto the nightstand.

“Are those?” he trailed off, climbing up the bed.

You realized he noticed your vibrators that you’d unpacked and left there for after you got back to the hotel, since you were planning on returning solo.

He picked up the bullet first and fiddled with the settings before lying it on the bed next to him, and then he picked up the bright pink vibrating dildo, somewhat bigger than he was.

“Should I be intimidated by this?” he teased.

You laughed. “No, believe me when I say you’re good.”

“We’ll save this one for later.” He placed the vibrating dildo back on the nightstand and grabbed the bullet vibrator. “This one we can have fun with one now.”

Mentioning later meant he planned on staying for a while, which answered one of your unasked questions.

He tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom down his length.

“Do you mind if I’m on top?” you asked.

“Be my guest.” He moved to the top of the bed and lay down with his head on a pillow.

You straddled him, positioning him at your entrance, and sank slowly down onto him. He definitely did fill you up nicely.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he said while you rode him slowly, enjoying every motion, every inch, and every nudge against your g-spot.

“You do, too,” you agreed and started to pick up the pace a little.

He turned on the bullet and found your clit with it, making you tense and jump slightly as you got used to the intensity of the vibrations against you.

“Holy shit,” he moaned, fucking up into you harder and faster than you were moving.

The spike of pleasure hit you unexpectedly, harder than you were expecting it to.

“I’m gonna,” you started as you began to climax again, tightening around him and grinding down into him as your orgasm ripped through you. “Oh my god, Tom!”

His thrusts up into you grew erratic as he filled up the condom and dropped the still vibrating bullet on the bed next to him.

You collapsed on top of him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Fuck,” he breathed out.

“Yeah,” you said, still coming down from your high.

When you’d both calmed down, you climbed off of him and turned off the still vibrating bullet, placing it back on the nightstand.

“I’m gonna go take care of this,” he said, gesturing at the condom, and walked into the bathroom.

You nodded and glanced over at the clock. It was really late.

After he returned, he yawned. “Would you mind if I stayed the night?”

“Not at all,” you replied.

“Thanks.” He turned off the lights and got into bed next to you. “Would you like to cuddle?”

You rolled over and draped yourself over him instead of responding with words.

He absentmindedly played with your hair until you fell asleep.

You woke up surprisingly early, considering when you’d gone to sleep, to soft snoring. After carefully separating yourself from him so you didn’t wake him up, you headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

When you were finished, you quietly got dressed and headed to the cafe in the lobby to grab something to bring back up for breakfast -- some pastries and tea.

When you got back into the room, Tom was already awake, but still lying in bed.

“Good morning,” he said sleepily.

“Good morning. I got us some breakfast.”

When he got up to walk over to the desk, you noticed his morning wood and smiled to yourself. “Would you like some help with that?”

“I only had the one rubber, unless you have some, too.”

“I don’t, but there’s plenty you can do without one.”

“True. What did you have in mind?”

“There’s something I want to try,” you told him, taking a drink of your tea and letting it warm your mouth.

After you swallowed, you grasped the base of his erection and wrapped your lips around him, licking him with your tongue.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he moaned as you worked him over with your hotter than normal mouth.

You took him deeper this time, keeping your gag reflex as under control as you could.

“Let me know if this is too much,” he said as he grabbed the back of your head and fucked your mouth gently, hitting the back of your throat every few thrusts.

It wasn’t too much. You wouldn’t have even minded if he was a bit rougher.

“I’m about to cum,” he warned you, letting go of your head so you could pull back if you wanted to.

Instead, you took him as deep as you could as he spilled in the back of your mouth, swallowing after he was finished.

“Thank you, darling.” He helped you to your feet.

“It was my pleasure,” you responded.

“Now it’s your turn,” he said as he undressed you.

He guided you back to the bed and grabbed your vibrating dildo from the nightstand with the tube of lubricant next to it.

You lay down, making room for him between your legs.

He sat down between them and looked at you for a few moments. “You have such a pretty pussy.”

“Thank you?” you responded with a surprised laugh. “It’s not something I usually get complimented on.”

He swirled a finger around your entrance and then pushed it inside. “So wet for me, too.”

His thumb rubbed your clit as another finger joined the first.

You squirmed underneath him when he added a third finger and started working them in and out.

“You really like this, don’t you, love?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you responded, rocking your hips against his hand.

When you were getting close, he withdrew his fingers, eliciting a whine from you.

“Shhhh, it’ll just be a second,” he promised while he lubed up the vibrator.

Then, he was pressing it in slowly without turning the vibration on, filling you up more than his fingers had. When it was completely buried inside you, he paused to let you adjust.

You loudly moaned when he turned on the vibration and started thrusting it in and out unhurriedly. Your pleasure built as you watched his face, eyes focused between your legs, his tongue peeking out from his lips as he concentrated.

“I’m getting close,” you told him, hoping he’d give you the orgasm you were growing desperate for.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” His thumb returned to your clit, rubbing it slickly, while he fucked you with the vibrator more quickly and roughly than he had been.

It was more than enough to send you over the edge, toes curling and your inner walls pulsing around the vibrator as it moved.

When your body relaxed again, he turned off the vibrator and gently pulled it out.

“Fuck, I wish we had another condom,” he complained.

“You know there’s these places called stores where you can buy condoms,” you teased.

“Did you have anything you were already going to do today?” he asked.

“Getting more condoms?” you responded, trying not to sound too hopeful.

He grinned. “Sounds like a plan.”

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[translightyagami]

"I think it's time for a new look. I want to help." for Lawlight would be hilarious

mmmmm full disclosure i definitely wrote most of this during work

The closet was a wide, long room separated by an imaginaryline down the middle. Covering the back wall was long and mirrored panels thattwined everything in the space. On the left were rows of L's white sweaters andthrown in heaps on the floor were his strangely clean sneakers. Light's clotheshung in color coded order on the right with a shoe organizer underneath holdingall his loafers, tennis shoes and a pair of sandals.

Both sides had large, brown dressers set up on the far wallthat held their pants and undergarments. Scattered over Light's dresser werepicture frames displaying his family cloistered together for a family photo. Healso kept a little dish where some phone charms and a spare watch made theirhome. L didn't put anything on his dresser besides some stray receipts.

Light stood at the center of the closet in just his briefsand a thin undershirt. He considered his sweaters and ran his hand over themthe way someone might brush against a windchime. Most of them were made of richcotton and wool in dark, earthy tones. Between them hung a few linen and poplinbutton downs that were in much duller shades. While he looked, L's soft,measure footfalls came from behind and he turned to see the man leaned againstthe doorframe.

"Do you have to take so long to find yourclothes?" L lifted one foot and scratched his calf. His toes on the groundwiggled in the creamy carpeting while Light frowned. "We're not even goinganywhere. You're just doing a tele-conference."

"It pays to look good," Light said. "Youmight try the same next time you're out in the world."

"I don't go out in the world." L said with anannoying firmness. "It takes a lot of skill to find the clothes which workbest for yourself and that's what I've done. You might try to do it yourself."

Light rolled his eyes. He'd heard this little tidbit beforeand still didn't believe it. L wore what he wore out of laziness, not somespecially calculation. One of his suit jacket's sleeves poked out amongst theother clothes and Light reached out to tug on it. Between his fingers, herubbed the burgundy corduroy with small nostalgia lingering in his touch. Hetook it down from the rack to examine and caught the loose threads stillsticking from the shoulders, the worn fabric on the sleeve ends.

L hummed and shuffled into the closet. He crowded behindLight and set his chin on his shoulder.

"Oh, I remember this coat." As he spoke, his chindug further into the juncture between Light's neck and shoulder. "You woreit a few times when I met you at your university."

"Yeah. I did." In thinking about wearing the coat,Light remembered the sun soaking into the fabric while he sat with L underflowering trees. He thought of when he took the jacket off and how L wouldtease him for wearing such a thick garment during spring. He laughed, asparkling snip of a sound, and shook the coat. "You know what? You shouldwear it."

Crinkling his nose, L shook his head.

"No." His voice was mired in stubbornness. "Idon't like coats."

"I think it's time for a new look," Light said."I want to help."

"You can help by putting that thing away."

L reached around to snatch the hanger from Light's hands andstarted a game of keep away between them. Light held the coat high above hishead while standing on his tip toes and bounced on the balls of his feet awayfrom L's grasping fingers. He grinned as the detective kept grabbing at emptyair but his features fell as L gave him a sharp pinch on his ass. Stumbling,Light landed hard into his clothes rack with an unhappy groan.

"It's your own fault." L grinned in response tothe glare Light sent his way. "You shouldn't jump around like that in yourunderwear and not expect a bit of attention."

"You cheated." A pout threatened to overtake Lightbut he fought it down and pulled the coat close to his chest. "You're anawful cheat."

"Yes. I'm a cheater." L nodded in solemnagreement. "I suppose you'll have to abandon me now for a man of honor andgood moral standing."

Light's foot struck out and caught L by the ankle, knockinghim to the ground. He hit the floor with a terrible thump—the kind that broughtto mind images of bruises—and curled his fingers into the carpet. Cackling,Light delighted in the rumpled expression on L's face.

"If I do abandon you," he said, "it'll bebecause you only wear white sweaters. So you should try on the coat or I'llleave you forever."

Grumbling, L leveraged himself up by his elbows and put hishand out. Expression drenched in victory, Light plopped the coat into L's palm.They climbed to their feet and L fumbled the hanger from the coat beforetossing it to the ground. While he slung his arms into the sleeves, Lightpicked up the hanger and put it away. L never seemed to clean up after himselfunless it was demanded of him and Light surmised he'd used up his demands forthe day.

The coat fit L in the waist and was the correct arm length.However, it was tight in the shoulders since he was a bit broader there thanLight. He regarded himself in the mirror like a cat seeing itself for the firsttime: turning a little to the left then a little to the right in distrust. Overhis sweater, the burgundy stood out and looked tasteful next to his dark bluejeans. Light came behind him and tried to adjust the shoulders but realized theimpossibility. Instead his hands lingered and squeezed.

"I look foolish," L said.

"You look the exact opposite." Light kissed thetip of L's ear. "You look like a very interesting professor or a strange,mysterious writer."

"I think you've got too much imagination." L shookhis head but a hint of pride sharpened his eyes. "You only want to flatterme into wearing new clothes."

"My plans aren't always so elaborate," Light said."Keep it on, please? We can take it out tonight for dinner. To that placedowntown, yeah?"

Part of traveling that excited Light was trying new food. Hewas very fond of Thai food for its incredible spiciness which L sufferedthrough. In the closest town to them was a Thai restaurant that made the mostflavorful curries and in Light's old coat, L looked exactly as classy as suchan establishment demanded.

"Alright." L raised an eyebrow at Light. In themirror, his expression was reversed and appeared almost wicked. "Isn'tyour conference in ten minutes?"

"Shit." Light spat out the curse and ran to hisside of the closet, tossing sweaters around. "You distracted me."

"You distracted yourself." L began to pace backand forth, staring at his reflection. "You should learn to be moreefficient when you dress."

Light didn't respond but dug further into his clothes.Nothing seemed to catch him until a stray thought stuck to his mind. He pushedhimself from the clothes rack and over to L's closet. He tugged a white sweaterfree and yanked it on. As he pulled his head through the collar, L came intoview with a rapturous expression.

"What?" Light played confused while slynessbubbled in his stomach. The sweater clung to his sides where it draped on L andwas loose in the shoulders. He pulled down the bottom of the sweater and tiltedhis head. “I think this looks good. I might have to start wearing it moreoften.”

L didn’t respond. Instead, he walked in his same measured,easy steps until his hands were firm on Light’s hips. He pressed his thumbsinto Light’s hipbones and pulled him in.

“It’s a keeper.” L spoke an inch from Light’s mouth and whenhe took a breath to continue speaking, he was cut off by a kiss. It was ashort, chaste one and Light pulled away, patting L’s cheek.

“Got to put on pants,” he said. “It needs to be a completeoutfit.”

“Can I make a suggestion?”

“I am not going to wear any of your oversized jeans.” Lightshot L a serious look which faded into one matching in L’s own mischievousexpression. “I’ve got my own that fit much nicer.”

#death note #my fic #aahhhhhh i enjoy this one #its a bit more together #Anonymous

[milakudryy787]

Few Clouds, 6°C

The first three chapters is up here, on this site. Read now!!!

○□♤Title:Molly's Plan's ○□♤Genre:Romantic Comedy ○□♤Plot:This story has to do with Molly and her personality; and how she aquires true love and falls for another man at a sequential time, and then makes two men fight for her love. ○□♤Characters: Molly~main character Sushanna~her best friend Mollys father~Leon Her first love~Francis Her therapist~Regina A world-wide scholar~Phil Jackson Mollys cousin~Jen Mollys pastor~Michael and several other minor characters.

Conflict scenes will come later...😊

Epilogue: The scenario

I was standing by the bedpost; all in tears after I found out the games she was playing with my head. I cant fall for her lies anymore. Though, it was a definite turn on and fantasy, as well as to add on that it was a miraculous disposition.  Besides, I was too old for games. It was just one thing after another, and though I liked fun and games, I was getting too old for this stuff. She might be the best at her game; but mine was starting to fall apart whether she knew it or not. He added a side note to this long letter he thought she would like and keep it as precious and something meaningful to her. After all, I was the one who really loved her. Who was this other guy other than just a shadow of what was stopping us from being together. Something, that she had slipped from her tongue, and I was hers forever. She would have the audacity to question me about it later. I would succumb to one word replies like yes, no, maybe, maybe so, definitely maybe, never, or I don't know. Whatever the case,  I wanted to state my feelings virtually and to the point before she loses me forever. She would be home in a few hours and I would be there, and also a shadow of his spirit floating amidst the both of us. She would have to proclaim her feelings before anything comes along and ruins the plan.

Chapter 1: The interrogation Molly was hailing a cab to the visitors house. Her love lest it be known, in which she would be succumbing to all her feelings and be swept away over his lovingly charms. She couldnt predict what was to come (although sometimes she felt she was able to have super-human strength abilities). But, maybe that was another perception on things.  She couldnt wait to be in his arms again and talk about all the things that was distracting or that she somehow misconstrued; in some ways or some sort of fashion. She was without makeup, her hair done in a loose bun, her eyes the crystal blue, with her bangs a little messed up. She was wearing cargo pants.  And a silver shirt that said 'black panther ' with silver/black boots-knee high. And for all; she was still a gorgeous girl. If all went well, she would be the "it" girl, wearing a nice-sizeable ring on her index finger for the sign-up to be married to Mr. Suave. There was no higher status ; were simply put; just privaledged and born into it.  A nice get together of close family and friends would imply that she held a certain kind of status. She knew all the sayings and how it went, but she needed to know whether she had it making babies or her fat diamond check was going to the right place which was actually the wrong place.

Molly grew up spoiled but she was taught not to rob any mens heart or a womens own self- thought. But, something in her that was perfect and innate in her. In despair, he fell to her feet.  " I was wrong, I admit!" Thus, she had nothing to worry about. It was a marvelous notion about particularly nothing of thought. Anyhow, theres a catch but she saw it. Only, instantly she saw the connection or disconnection at this point. Dont tell him how I feel about you...he..warned himself. I said, huh? What are you talking about ? You think I'm some especially, sensitive girl who has no feeling or emotions or concerns. Really, have no time for this. Things that mattered to her and that she took to heart, was disconcerting to my inner wisdom to myself. So, I told you...she interrupted her thought with something special. So, i think i can do this too. Wait. Sequential events that preceded this was serious to the extent of, all things drastically changed in your terminology. I..Hahaha.  Yeah right! Yeah...right...? Nevermind. What has to be taken into account was quite remarkably unsatisfying and ungratifyingly..that I was not reassured that things would be damaging to his self-ego. Yes, something to that extent. It was a slow and constant struggle to perform well in all her daily functioning activities. To be the woman she was born to be, a mature, sensual woman. " I stand strong as an empowered woman who wants to get established, and lead a lavish lifestyle.  Unbeknownst to the world, not as of yet but a guarantee for true happiness in the near future". There was everyone vouching for her, but she had to stand tall and face it like a man. Lion strength to the championship of all honors. Fight like a man and be a man. That was the motto.

That was just a waste of time. So, she met him by the sherubs near the Willowbrook trees and pinecone tress making face to her second visitor. He said he wanted to ask her a couple of questions. She discarded the part where he asked her because it was not important. The scenery didnt seem real and neither did his phony outtake on things. She was wearing a slim, back-less silver dress with shimmers and golden stone pendants on both sides of her shoulder blades cutting a very slender but still promiscuous V-shaped in the beginning of her neck line. Also, carrying a birgin bag and dollie shoes with crystal gems going through her back, floral print pantyhose. Hair pushed back in a side/swept bun and silver hoop earrings hung by her nicely shaped ears. Also, some cherry-red lipstick, foundation and mascara in a delicate appliance of each for the fit, desired outcome. Blair Simone Molly Parton looked like straight out of a movie scene. She wasn't the kind of girl that kisses and tells. But, she had an awful feeling there would be no kissing here. She had to take into consideration the type of man she would be discussing matters with her. It was her ex-boyfriend. Infrequently he would lie to get her to come see her. Especially for tonight, she was not pleased at all to have come to this meeting at all. She had a feeling she would have to endure all the pain from his quick assertions about certain files of deducted claims that had nothing pertaining to her. She was just sitting on the bench there looking all spectacular and forbidden, when he decided to meet her at that precise moment. He greeted her with a nod but nothing more than that. The next half hour to hour was a complete bore. Discussing these sorts of ruthless antics were from her liking and as far as she knew way over her head. She didn't particularly like to partake in similar discussions either. And, his ruthlessness and crude nature didn't help matters none. It was plain to see. When she dumped him last fall, he threatened her with a lot of his own side step motions and accusations. She knew there was danger in his words, but at the same time couldn't go around them. When he got there, they barely talked for five minutes; exchanging intermissible glances. Then, the conversation suddenly began to take root. He asked "well, what happened that day?" Yes, this is how this particular man always starts his sentences, with side note interventions.  "well, what do you wanna know. I told you everything that there is to know." He was going to start arguing with her, when she blatantly interrupted him with a side hand gesture. "please spare me the load of croc from where do you find the situation getting better when you're only going to try to antagonise me again? And, I won't stand for it. You have no say in this particular juncture Mr.Delaqua. There is no preposition, just preposterous attempts at your part. So, as far as you and I are concerned we are not together, nor were we ever really together. And, since you never took the time to listen to anything that had to deal with my upbringing., I'm only going to say this one more time and let it play on it's own accord. We have not done business together as much as you might want to see it another day. There is no foundation and current misleading attempts to raise me into a state of utter humiliation will one day pin you to that framework that you will try to connive your way of in the court of upholding law. And, deeming it necessary, you will stay far away from me because if you dont ; there will be trouble- one of which you dont care for." She shrieked.  My godmother should be coming soon and i need to speak to her about some personal matters. So, if you'll excuse me monsieur. He stared at her distractingly,  and said with intensity "you will not get away with this" as he put his forearm on her right elbow. She took his arm in her hand and whisked it away. " Whatever you have to show me is worthless on my account". She said. And, with that she got up and started to walk away with a last cry from the inner depths of this mans soul. He said, you will not get away with this. As if she needed to constantly be reminded of what stood in her way between her and her true destiny. She disposed of his words, like broken, frail, thin wisps of paper. She'd rather think about something that was actually worth her time. As he could only sit there pondering in his over exuberant context of all his spite, vengeful, and erratic, unsupported  thoughts and contemplations; she was gone from his life forever. Though, he wasnt going to be relayed that piece of information till later.

Her Godmother Angela was the kindest, sweetest, most genteel woman there was. Maybe, that is the reason why Blair picked her as Godmother. She was waiting patiently in Mocha Cafe for their soon to be held meeting. In the duration between the time she left the horrible man to his own complicated emotions and contemplations; she went back to her house to make two phone calls. First, she called her Godmother to schedule and  ask where and when they were going to meet. The second phone call was only to her friend, the chaplain, Michael who she just needed a piece of advice from. Their conversation was quick and to the point though. In three rings, and when he picked up she uttered a small hello whereas he replied with the same gesture. After the small talk at how was yesterday, and all that she was quick to bring about her sense of urgency of what she should do about the implications; behind the reasoning of what was to come through her own actions asking him to answer in the most honest way. In his dutiful manner, he had only one thing to tell her; was simply to be careful. "Blair, i knew you for a while now. And, it seems to me that you just keep throwing your heart out with this piece of work; who showed no appreciation for you with his cowardice and insolent state. I clearly see that you dont waste any time, but where are all these mishandlings getting you? No where good is more like it." She kept going in a monotone state about the exact nature of her wrongs and she obliged to sence of truth that her friend was resonating within her; to take more incentive into an active and systematic approach of her ways. Thank you, Michael.

It was approaching that time to meet with her Godmother by the cafe near the pier. The weather was cold on the clear November day. She didnt forget to put her scarf, her nice black suade coat , pink hat and black satin gloves . As she walked through the nice, clear path- it stretched for miles. Along the way,she witnessed the beauty of nature and all it had to endure. The bountiness of green and live agriculture was upon her. The large, beautiful trees and all different sorts of flowers from Roses, to lillies, to tulips, to wildflowers, sun- flowers, blossoms, carnations, hydrangeas, and daffodilswere in range. You can see weeds in thy path with lots of clear observance to the limitless skies and clouds; making odd and misinfomed shapes. As she walks, wildlife was in range from robin birds, turtles,  squirrel's,  and even a lizard; a few rattlesnakes,  and one deer she saw in plain clear view. She marveled at the special scenerio she witnessed due to being slightly tired; whereas her eyes could adapt to the whole sight. When she finally reached her destination. As she was walking in stride., there was an entire group of people by the patio lounging already and talking amongst themselves. The waitor greeted her as she came in through the double doors and guided her to the table as she placed a menu in the womans hands with a pleasant and courteous smile. Her phone, as she began to dial the numbers, it began to ring on its own. "Well, hello Angela. Im here, just waiting on you now. At what time might you think you would be stopping by?" Angel sighed, and said "give me about 20 minutes."Blair replied, "oh good, because we have a lot to talk about things I'm already struggling with and I wanted to run it by you." "No problem dear," Angela replied. "I'll be there as soon as possible, just have to grab my coat and purse, and order a trasportation which will only take about 20-25 minutes tops; since I live not too far away from the side of the island you are at." "Great" Blair replied, as they hung up. She then thought and pondered about everything and in between. Indesicively what they were going to talk about; the probable cause of why certain things just happened primarily on her part than her much older counterpart. And appallingly, as she checked the time again, there was Angela - looking so prim and proper with her hair in an established perm, a large coat, and a beautiful beam of a smile that would fill the nation; and those sparkling eyes. We meet, and greet each other.  Blair kisses and hugs her and they laugh a little before sitting down. She was already sipping on a pinata colada before Angela orders a small espresso and a blueberry muffin. "My dear, I feel like I haven't seen you in ages. Where has the time gone again." I feel the same, Blai replied.  Anyway, she went on with an encouraging nod from Angela. Blair said,  "I was meaning to say what's on my mind. While I was waiting for you to show, I was thinking of all the things I could tell you about my slight disposition.  Blair, started to say, I'm not sure of how I feel , there were so many things that kept getting in my way. And, once I finally got there it was not worth my time. I just thought I would have wanted to be reassured..." Before, she could finish her train of thought, Angela stopped her and began to say, "Hold on, I may feel I have an idea of what you are trying to say. Now, how long have we known each other, for four five years now. You know you can always say what's in your heart when it comes to me. How many times have I always lectured you on this? You shine just as bright as a star. Always have perseverance,  have confidence, and patience. Good things will always come your way, if you believe they will., sunshine. And, the most important thing to have ofcourse is- Compassion. Blair interrupted. "Compassion, yes" Angela replied back. Compassion is definitely a very important virtue to uphold, but what I was leaning for was self-respect and morality, even though compassion is a big one and is not any less important than the other ones. It seems like you are absorbed in all your extra-curricular activities. What happened to all your friends? You are making a mistake and you didn't hear it from me...but if thats what it takes, then I should reiterate that I know you have all the courage in the world; but when it comes to your sense of self-reliance, you have to stay true to your heart." Blair considered this, and replied, "I understand Godmother. You were always there for me when I needed and confided in you. But, I didnt come so you can worry or take pity on me. I am a big girl now and what my parents always tried to reinforce from the start was how to be a better me; and be more aware of my current circumstances, also as well what held in stock for me in the future." Blair, stated. It was not just a pep talk. What these womans words suggested to her was in a most profound and gentle like manner. It bestowed a kind of trust in herself and those around her, that she wanted to pronounce it an infinite certainty that she was going to do it for herself. The other, older woman came there for just that purpose; to instill a certain type of purpose for her. Though we are living in a fundamental existence, there was still a sparkle in the young womans eyes implying that she had all good things going for her and to always persevere to the top. To never doubt herself and bring herself down. They chatted for another half hour about the importance of all these self-fulfilling prophecies, virtues,  and debilitating strategies for all these basic aspects. As well, as a couple of good jokes for the road ahead and all that humanity had come to offer them.- which was essentially nothing. Which was as Patricia Angela Rotunno put it; a hospitable place to stay and some bread on the table. Not to mention the thoughtful acts of doing menial labor for their other sexual companions, she claimed. That was essentially what she was trying to engrain in the girls head before she started to pry and ask any more questions. They bid each other farewell at the end of their meal and parted ways gracefully, and in style; so when they got up to leave all heads turned their way. Before she headed her way back to the condo, located in Eltingville, New York; Blair made a pitch stop to the liquor store to pick up a bottle of sparkling wine for the lather bubble bath she was going to permit to herself later. All the while, thinking and reminiscing on the conversation her and her Godmother had earlier. It was such a nice time sitting there besides eachother laughing whole-heartedly at the perplexing sitiation standing before them.; meanwhile taking everything into consideration. It was very sentimental and relaxing indeed,  as she dipped her whole body in the bath water for pure, sheer joy. She found every inch of her body begin to relax as her body absorbed the water with pure excitement. As she clicked on Enya, took a sip of the good wine, she instantly went into a meditative state of mind. Fresh, nice bubbles went floating everywhere that gushed her face and hands with soap. She had cool ideas as she saw all those floating bubbles. My step sister from planet weird. Elsewhere was a great book,  she thought. Look, if Mars Attacks wasnt real, we would all be devoid of human interaction. Um, she took a big sip of wine: my ultimate reality was seen as having an equatable number of successful misadventures. Which she didnt especially like. Which seemed unfair to her. So, her only logical conclusion would be: it was an inevitable statement to be all devoid of emotion since partaking in this corrupt society was too much for her taking. Bored. She made swirls with her palms. So, the most radical explanation then would be such, as that I stay here while they go on to defeat them theirselves. I wasnt included in that particular jester. Lady of Snakes, or Lilith, or even Aphrodite knew nothing of my own heroic disclosures to my entertwined. Im getting too ahead of myself. And, she held back knowing that when she mentioned that she know's it will her and just herself that will be reading this in tribute; in spite of all the backlashing. Then, a flicker on one side of the wall, she could see through her vision; but it was just her right toe. It wasnt amusing.  I was becoming delirious. I decided to put all the rest of my 'logical' thoughts into place. I feel that the only other group that was similar to mine own interests only was another part of me. One of which I  will never understand.

Chapter 2: The inquisition

This is only a short chapter. The simple reason, being that was no, henceforth, inquisition of any kind needed to be made. The only questions that were asked were of nobodys to that level. Lets start from the beginning.  All dyslexic shapes was what I was good at deciphering. But, there was a man and woman of the nile. she transcended into the farthest mountains of the Evergreens in present day- Minneapolis. Hey, I think I know more than the man. In other contest, the jets scored today in this 2nd season. That was the inquisition.  Perusing her main point in focus, it was very insightful. Yet, it didnt make any sense. She stuttered, mumbling filthy incantations behind her snare, the thought was illogical and reversed it back to Normal mode. We all know the part that comes next after his valuable doctrine to her. She had to memorize it word for word. Lest, it be known that the doctrine was strictly as followed to remain constant every way. It was evidently pass that time where we can make any dramatic entrance. Apparantly,  he felt adamant about that part. All those factors didnt make any sense to her, nor in that concept. Those particular disclosures were fragments of a whole, not unlike to his teachings. Colors by Halsey was a favourite song of mine in that moment and  admiration for Gods sustainable life source and forces of Nature all as one, dually noted. The testimonial was to abide by Holy Spirit, father, and other father. So, she stuttered.,mumbled something incoherent under her breath and stepped lazily out of the bathtub.  She left the bathroom,  just thinking somehow, pathologically to herself: did the holy spirit just rape my entire being?

"I was granted access to urm, the missionary international station of Mars. I had the i.d" , (Alita, the battle angel) i would never lie to the same girl that I was a long time ago. No, I'm totally kidding. I have no redemption, coming my way which is why the inquisition probably lasted so short in time! I was told my higher preachings come from God, so I must stay focused to what I believe in. The power of my i.d on urm, would be so much more powerful than the prospect of being unhappy. The next chapter will be a doozy. =)

But first, the reason why the inquisition lasted a short time- how you would really like to know? Because, there was a girl that put the cards on the table and incriminated herself to make the process of a simple inquisition take so short of time. Hey, it was the best thing she got.

Somehow I tried to incorporate the colder than ice lyrics to frame Molly's perspective on things. How can they be so stubborn? So unforgiving of my timid and frantic outcome on things. I will read you the colder than ice lyrics in two seconds! Ok..here goes:

Colder Than Ice Lyrics There she stands on the floor colder than ice, vision fixed on the door colder than ice now she knows that she's nice golden hair and deep blue eyes noone dances her twice nothing happen so far 'cause who wants to get burned by the ice No one reach her tonight before she takes flight She's colder than ice How can I get in first hurt to intice

CHORUS She's colder than ice Colder than ice COLDER THAN ICE

Suddenly I was there and she's is in his arms all too close to him and she feels his charms couldn't see it no more could it be I'm loosing for sure Oh it's breaking me up 'cause I'm the only one who dares to walk on the ice No one reach her tonight before she takes flight She's colder than ice How can I get in first hurt to intice She's colder than ice colder than ice COLDER THAN ICE (x2)

No one reach her tonight before she takes flight She's colder than ice How can I get in first hurt to intice She's colder than ice colder than ice COLDER THAN ICE -

By Grant Miller

Chapter 3: An "any other place" situation.

"You have bad breath" She mumbled underneath her breath in his direction. He looked at her from the side, and said "what"? Why would you prolong something when he already instigated it back to her? She could never explain that which made her believe she wasnt in hades, and so she was his and his  alone in the circle of hell. He kept on going with the insults.., such as you are an evil, I should have listen to what everyone was telling me about you (My mom, my sister, Susan). She could feel heat waves fuming out of her, as he had some nerve after he insulted her to the core. What an evil bitch, she thought. The justification of these morals were as such:she didnt know. ELSEWHERE IS A FUN BOOK. Ok, so im not that special, she admitted wholeheartedly. And I wish Terminators were real. I like how they predicted my future. I could write a book about this, but I wont., its too tough to explain. Sorry,  some people cant read. Heh, that was actually funny to her. Now, the difference between men and woman is that there is only one woman for every man but the ratio for a love match is simple.. do his laundry=great sex. Understand my philosophy, or these pages will keep repeating its framework. So, in the dungeon now with no words to say except that it was cool. There is no point to this chapter either except now you know I was funny that way. So, lets start from the beginning. In my teens, I started to have premonitions. As I was making my way into my late teens, I started to have hallucinations., some which were downright scary. I was labeled as a schizophrenic for a while. Then the doctors agreed it was no big deal, although all the seminars they held for me in those institutions had me labeled as 'girl interrupted' for a while. After making an escape attempt, I was incriminated and sent to an institution for two and a half years. Now that I see that there is no greener grass on the other side through my fragmented ability to have clarity I started seeking other options through my logical pathways for a true escape out of all four corners in my mind. I started thinking like a linguist, a scholar, that girl, how all the girls would think and its entirety lay in the hands of the depths of a mans soul. He deliberately put me into a state of trance so I would see colors and only colors. I was that girl who didnt see the ending of this complexity. Paper after paper going down the drain till I get the essence of why we must not speak about these things. The reasoning behind these implications was that the whole spectral of her mindset was blasphemous, unholy and should be condemned. Who brought on these surge of emotions. That means inputting, decoding, and encoding an entire word is simple enough-  Let me know how that goes. Some girls would mock her. Blair didnt take pity on those fools. She was smart like that. It wasnt rocket science. More like boring Chemistry.  I didnt pass Chemistry, I didnt even take Chemistry, but it also had some meaning behind its implications. Oh man, she sat there thinking. I wish I could feel how I feel when I just felt that. Meditation, meditation, sleep, and Contemplation. Nothing will ever ruse my state of deep transcendental awareness at this time.CHORUS.  And then it stops. And starts again. It will never stop apparantly. 

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Jonsa Summer Challenge - Day 5 - Firsts or Dreams

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Sansa coughed and spluttered as she screwed her eyes shut tight against the swirling puffs of dust coming off of the old brassware. The trinket she was polishing had been part of a lot that Sansa bought at auction meant for her vintage tea rooms. Utterly charmed by the collection of fine bone china with dainty floral decal that made up part of the mismatched lot, Sansa remembers the elation of being declared the highest bidder at auction as she excitedly waved her little paddle with her dedicated number on. 

Having long ago integrated the little teacups, saucers, sugar bowls and teapots to her vast collection in use at Lemontree Tea Rooms, now her attention had been turned to the sad looking box of odd and ends that came with her prized china. Thinking she might fetch a fair price for it on ebay, with her little pot of polish and a rag, Sansa had set to work on a brass oil lamp. That was when a sudden outpouring of black dust began to come spewing out of the funnel, the lamp itself grew unbearably hot and was suddenly no longer within her grasp, as if the object had leapt from her hands.

The dust cloud grew and grew, it became so large that Sansa wondered how on earth all that dust could have possibly fit inside the little oil lamp? The deep dark colour of the mist brought with it a rapid panic as Sansa’s lounge was quickly engulfed in black. And then, quite suddenly, the cloud receded as if being swallowed and sucked back into the piece of brass laid on the floor. Sansa continued to cough into her fist, her eyes screwed shut and her other hand waving about wildly at a fog that was no longer there.  

“What the fuck was that all about?” She muttered to herself.

“Sorry about that - it’s been a while” came an unexpected male voice.

Sansa’s eyes flew open and she let loose a scream.

“No! No! No! Shit!” The dark haired intruder flustered as he waved his arms about “I’m not…I’m not here to hurt you” he winced through her screaming. Sansa rose from her seat on the couch and began backing away, her chest heaving from fright and the exertion form her scream, she picked up the nearest object to hand - which happened to be a magazine - she rolled it up in her hands whilst continuing to back away from the intruder.

The man’s eyebrows raised and he smirked as his hands stayed in their surrendering pose. “Are you gonna swat me like a fly milady?” He asked in amusement.

“Who are you?! What are you doing here?!” Sansa shouted, waving the rolled up magazine wildly about.

“Calm down, I-”

“Calm down? CALM DOWN?! A STRANGE MAN IS IN MY FLAT AND-”

The man had snapped his fingers and just like that, Sansa’s voice was gone. Her mouth was moving, but no noise was escaping. She clutched her throat and then rounded on the stranger with the magazine again, mouthing her silent words ‘what have you done to my voice!?’

“Sorry about that” he said as he started looking around her lounge before walking over to her bookshelf and starting to stroke the book spines and picking up her ornaments and framed photos for his curious inspection. “Your shrieking wasn’t helping.”

Sansa threw her arms up in exasperation. She then folded them over her chest and watched him as he assessed her decor and nick-knacks. He was dressed rather oddly for a thief - he had smart, black, quite high-waisted suit trousers on that looked as if they had been starched and pressed within an inch of their life, he wore a pristine crisp white shirt, topped off with braces and a bowtie. His jet back hair had far too much hair gel in it and was slicked to a side parting.  

“Look, I’m not here to hurt you, or steal from you or anything like that” the man turned to face her, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his feet - that were encased in the shiniest shoes Sansa had ever seen. “I’m here to help you actually.”

Sansa stared blankly at the man, hoping all would start to make sense very soon.

“That lamp” he inclined his head towards the piece of brass on her rug “you rubbed it didn’t you?” Sansa nodded. The man started making a rolling gesture with both hands, as if he was urging her thoughts to connect the dots more quickly. Sansa unfolded her arms. Her mouth hung open. She mouthed the words ‘you’re a fucking genie?!’ “Jon” the man says, taking a few long strides and offering his hand. Sansa stares at it blankly.

“If I give you your voice back, do you promise not to scream?”

Sansa gives one sharp nod, Jon clicks his fingers.

“Why are you dressed like that?” She asks. The man looks down at his clothes and then back to her, assessing what she’s wearing - and letting his eyes linger a little too long in certain areas, making her pull her dressing gown together to cover her little camisole top and sleep shorts. Jon clears his throat, somehow making it sound like an apology. “Where are your harem pants and little jacket thingy?”

“Ahh yes, the traditional genie attire - always hated that get-up” Jon scoffs. “What year is it anyway?” he asks, snatching the rolled up magazine from Sansa’s hand.

“2017″

Sansa watches him curiously as he’s flicking through the pages. He nods to himself at some of the photos, clicks his finger and all of a sudden, he’s in tight grey jeans, boots, a black henley and his hair is tied neatly at the back of his head in a ‘man-bun’.

“Wow” Sansa breathes before cursing her slip. Jon grins back at her. 

“Thanks! I haven’t been out of that sodding thing since 1926! Feels good to stretch the ol’ magical muscles, so to speak”

“This isn’t real” she whispers to herself in disbelief. “You’re a genie? A real-life magical genie?”

“Yep.”

“So…do I get-?”

“Three wishes? Indeed you do…what’ll it be?”

Three weeks. Three weeks and Jon’s new Wish Master had not chosen one wish yet. Not that he was complaining. Sansa Stark was by far the most attractive Master he’d ever had - and once she had begun to relax around him more (letting him at least sleep in her guest bedroom instead of back in his lamp that she would then lock in her safety deposit box overnight) Jon came to realise that she was also the sweetest Master he’d ever worked for too. He wished he could stay as her genie forever.

But he knew Sansa wasn’t hanging on to her wishes through want of his prolonged company. No, she was just one of those. One of those people who like to plan - like to make sure that the decisions they make are the right ones. She was simply taking her time. And then, once he grants her third and final wish, he’ll be sucked back into that infernal lump of brass once more until some other unsuspecting person rubs his lamp and he has a new Wish Master. And on and on it will go.

Jon rakes his fingers through his hair and sighs at the thought of moving on from Sansa.

“What’s wrong?” 

“Oh nothing” he reassures with a false smile. She doesn’t buy it.

“Want some?” Sansa asks, pointing her spoon loaded with mint choc-chip ice cream at him “it always cheers me up.”

Jon concedes and grabs the spoon, wrapping his mouth around the pale green icy cold substance as Sansa watches the movement.

“Oh this is good” he says, slightly surprised before licking the remnants from the spoon and digging it back into the tub in Sansa’s hand to retrieve more.

“Uh-huh” she says, looking a little dazed. Shaking her head she furrows her brows “do you even need to eat?”

“No, not really…doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate some good flavours though. I like tasting things.”

“Uh-huh” she repeats, her gaze still intent on his mouth. 

“What is it?…Have I got something on my face?” Jon asks self-consciously, licking all around his lips.

“NO! NO!..err.. I mean -” Sansa averts her eyes and clears her throat before carrying on in a calmer tone “no…you’re good” she nods. Jon shrugs.

“So you thought any more about your wishes?”

“Uh!” Sansa flops down onto the bar stool at her kitchen island “it’s just so hard to decide!…what do people normally wish for?”

“Well” Jon starts, taking a seat on the other stool “after they stop trying to get me to grant the un-grantables they-”

“The un-grantables?”

“Yeah…you know, wishing for more wishes, bringing people back from the dead, making someone fall in love with you etc etc” Jon rattled off.

“Oh yeah…those.”

“Yeah, so after they try me with the un-grantables, I get a lot of ‘I wish I was rich’, ‘I wish I was famous’, ‘I wish I had a massive dick’.”

Sansa failed to contain a coughing fit, causing Jon to lean over and gently pat her back. She waved him off “Wow…umm…you get a lot of that?”

“Yeah….I dunno…it seems important to human men” Jon shrugs “..at least important enough to waste a wish on.”

“You consider that a waste?” Sansa asked, swiping the spoon back from her genie and hiding her curious expression by pretending to be far too interested in the remaining ice cream in the tub.

“Well I wouldn’t really know as I’ve never-”

“You’re a virgin?! You’re….what was it?….2500 years old and you’re a virgin?!”

“2431 years old actually” Jon corrects with a roll of his eyes “and it would be pretty hard for me to….you know…since I don’t even have a-”

Jon trails off, waving his hand in the general direction of his crotch. Sansa’s mouth falls open. “You don’t have a-….Why not? What do you have?” she asks, staring at the juncture of his legs.

“I’m a genie Sansa, not a human…there’s just nothing there.”

“Like a Ken doll?!”

Jon laughs and scrubs at the back of his neck. “yeah…like a Ken doll.”

“How do genies… procreate?”

“We don’t” he shrugs “We were made with magic, back when it was stronger in the world….there were about 10 of us in all and we’ve just….existed….a lot of our time is spent between Masters…there’s less of us now of course….I heard Theon’s lamp got buried in an as yet undiscovered Egyptian tomb…so I guess he’s just waiting for some archaeologist to unearth him….then I heard Val got lucky and managed to get her final Master to wish her to become human.”

“Is that what you want? To be human?” 

“I’d just like to be free” Jon shrugged, swiping back the ice cream and spoon.

Sansa studied him before making up her mind. “I’ll wish you were human…if that’s what you want?”

Jon’s breathing slowed and his hand holding the spoon stilled. His heart raced as he slowly brought his eyes to meet Sansa’s. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’ll do it” She takes a deep inhaling breath, looking like she is about to declare the words - her wish that is also his. 

“Wait! What about your other two wishes? Once I’m human, I won’t be able to grant you anything.”

“You can’t give me what I really want anyway” Sansa says, in a small voice, staring unseeing at a fixed point over Jon’s shoulder.

“And what’s that?” he asks gently.

“To love someone, and have them love me back. Truly, unconditionally…..you can’t grant me that.” 

There’s a story or two behind the sadness in her eyes - this much Jon knows. Maybe she’ll tell him those stories, maybe she won’t, but she is wrong about one thing. “I could.” Jon declares softly. “I think I’m already half in love with you already…” he explains after seeing the confused look on her face.

Sansa scans his features for any falsity or mocking, her own expression softening slightly when she finds none. 

“But you’ve only known me for two weeks.”

“Three.”

“Yes - because that extra week makes all the difference” Sansa responds sarcastically. Jon rolls his eyes and huffs before taking the spoon and ice cream from her and setting it down on the kitchen island so that he is able to scoop up her hands in his.

“There is other magic in this world besides genie magic Sansa….I’d like to share it with you…if you want me to?”

“I…” she stutters, taking a gulp and watching the way Jon’s thumbs sweep softly across her knuckles “I think I’d like that.”

Bringing her hands up to his lips, Jon places a gentle kiss on her skin and gives her an encouraging smile. “Your other two wishes then?…what will it be my love?”

Sansa’s eyes start to scan her kitchen, as if it might hold some helpful clues. She frowns when she spies the tub of mint choc-chip. “More ice cream”.

“Seriously?”

Sansa nods enthusiastically.

“Alright” Jon shrugs. He snaps his fingers and three extra tubs of ice cream appear on the island counter. Sansa grabs her spoon and tears open one of the new tubs, closing her eyes and letting out a little groan of relish as the spoon slips out of her lips. Jon watches her intently, making her blush a little.

“Will…umm….once you’re human….you’ll have….all the human parts?”

“Err….yes…I guess I will.” Jon says, his own cheeks turning a bit pink in turn.

“Ok” Sansa says, licking her spoon clean and placing it down on the counter-top “for my second wish…..I wish for…condoms.” Jon’s eyes widen. He gulps and clicks his fingers. His eyes never leave her as there’s suddenly a literal shower of shiny square packets. They instantly drop everywhere - piled on the counter-tops, all over the floor and even in the sink. There must be hundreds. Sansa lets out a bark of laughter. “Plan on being busy do we?”

“Better safe than sorry.” he grins.

Sansa picks out a foil packet that has somehow managed to wind up in her hair, she raises her brows as she’s scrutinising the writing on it. “XXL huh?”

“Apparently size is important.”

Sansa giggles prettily, her eyes dance and sparkle and Jon thinks that he may not be half in love with her after all….perhaps he’s fallen completely, never to return. He barely knows what he’s doing until it’s done - he’s taken her face in his hands and is kissing her rosy lips. He’s sloppy and unpractised but after her initial swallowed gasp and shock, Sansa guides him to a slower pace.

Pulling away, he stares at her, his breaths ragged and his lips slightly swollen. He slides his hands from either side of her face down to her slender neck, fingers speared through her hair at the base of it and his thumbs brushing gently against her cheekbones.

“It…err…when you want to…use..one of those…it will be my first time….you might need to go easy on me” Jon says with a self-deprecating, nervous laugh. Sansa wraps her hands around his wrists, stroking the skin she finds there.

“As long as you go easy on me with your massive magical monster cock.”

As their combined laughter fades, Jon swears he feels the air in the room shift. Sansa gives his wrists a squeeze and offers him a soft smile with twinkling eyes.

“Are you ready for my final wish Jon?”

#Jonsa #Jon x Sansa #JonsaS7Summer #Day 5 - Firsts #jonsa event

[hongbab]

Monster - Wonshik was always so pliant. (Hongbin/Ravi, nc-17, 4766 w)

a/n: written for this prompt, sent in by @clumsyeyes​. you said you liked my angsty rabin stories and i said i would write angsty rabin, but somehow i ended up writing this according to your prompt, disregarding the part about angst altogether >< i hope you’ll still like it;;

recommended songs: VIXX - Love Me Do, Tove Lo - Talking Body and THIS

Wonshik was always so pliant.

One would have thought (and truth be told, Hongbin himself had thought so as well at the beginning) that a boy who appeared wearing tight black jeans and tank tops that revealed his tattoos, an enormous pair of designer sunglasses covering half of his face would be aggressive and extra, but Wonshik was most literally the opposite of all those.

*

They met at a club, Hongbin going there for hunting with his friend, Jaehwan, much like two hungry incubi would, like they so often did. They would look around on the dance floor for potential prey, their eyes meeting with all the boys' who were charmed by their pretty faces and nice bodies—Hongbin couldn't stop himself from smirking when one of them started blinking fast like he wasn't believing his own eyes.

The guy wasn't much of a sight in the crowd; if anything, he was a stranger you wouldn't even look at in the streets when they passed you by, but he was the only one who dared step forward, marching towards Hongbin with his hands in the pockets of his tight black jeans, his white tank top sticking to a very nice six pack on his stomach.

"Hey," he yelled over the pounding music, standing closer to Hongbin than that would be deemed appropriate between strangers. He was tall enough that Hongbin had to tip his head back a little to look up at him, at his droopy eyes lined with black, his equally raven hair painted neon blue by the lights.

"Hey," Hongbin smiled at him.

"Do you want something to drink? It's on me."

"Sure," Hongbin replied, the monster he called his soul purring at the thought.

They made their way towards the bar, Hongbin glancing back at Jaehwan to see him drag his hands down the front of a boy with pretty, cat-like eyes. He felt a little jealous at the sight, would have liked to snag the guy for himself, had he seen him before his own prey had walked into his trap so willingly.

The boy asked for a few rounds of vodka, downing his own shots in rapid succession and sitting close to Hongbin by the bar.

"I'm Wonshik," he said, reaching out a hand to Hongbin.

Hongbin shook his hand, but didn't let go of it, hopping off his barstool and pulling Wonshik with him, towards a dark corner.

He leant his back against the wall and yanked Wonshik close, grinning at the way the boy's eyes turned wide, seemingly flustered. Hongbin reached up and pulled him down by the back of his head, crashing their mouths together, kissing Wonshik hard, biting his lower lip and sucking at his tongue until Wonshik was grabbing his hips, pressing up against him, his moans rumbling inside Hongbin's chest. His hair was dry but soft and Hongbin's fingers combed through his locks with ease, his knee going between Wonshik's legs and making him sigh into Hongbin's mouth.

He kissed the side of Wonshik's neck, biting down on the juncture of it, Wonshik flinching in his arms, his cock twitching in his jeans.

"Your place or mine?" Hongbin asked, his lips touching the shell of Wonshik's ear.

"Can we go to yours?" Wonshik asked, a hand sliding up on Hongbin's torso to his neck, his thumb pressing down on Hongbin's pulse point lightly. "My roommate's at home."

That wouldn’t have been uncomfortable for Hongbin, but he didn’t voice his thoughts, instead making for the exit, holding Wonshik's hand.

Wonshik's appearance was quite pleasing to the eye even in lamplight, the tattoos on his chest, arms and back serving as a nice discovery for Hongbin once he shed his tank top. He was fairly ripped, though Hongbin was glad to see his own biceps were bigger, the realisation boosting his ego enough to push a half-naked Wonshik on his bed, climbing over him to resume kissing him, continuing what they had stopped while they kicked off their shoes and got rid of their clothes. Wonshik held him gently for all that he was apparently very turned on, his hands trembling on Hongbin's waist when Hongbin grinded down on his lap, fingers tracing the letters of his tattoo just under his collarbone blindly.

Hongbin stood up to take off the rest of his clothes, unbuckling Wonshik's belt for him and ushering him to pull down his jeans and boxer briefs while he took the lube and a condom from the drawer of his nightstand.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Wonshik said breathlessly as Hongbin straddled his hips again; he caressed Hongbin's chest and his stomach, his eyes—with his eyeliner now smudged—roving over Hongbin's body like he was looking at a precious painting.

Hongbin smirked and grinded down again, making Wonshik choke on air.

Wonshik was perfectly easy to control in bed, letting Hongbin move above him the way he wanted, Wonshik’s grip firm on his hips and his fingertips digging into his skin, most probably leaving bruises, his body following Hongbin's lead all along. He was just right for what Hongbin needed him: wrecking himself with Wonshik's help—a tool he could own until he would reach his goal. Wonshik cursed under his breath when Hongbin moved his hips just so, hands shaking as he slid them lower, cupping Hongbin's ass and telling him how good he felt, even though Hongbin never replied once.

“Don’t come until I do,” Hongbin commanded, seeing the crease deepen between Wonshik's eyebrows, sweat shining on his neck and the muscles in his thighs tightening. Hongbin bent over, nails scraping Wonshik's chest, panting into his ear and whispering, “You’re doing great.”

Wonshik groaned at the praise, and Hongbin let out a quiet chuckle. His legs were starting to feel numb and warmth was pooling in his stomach, making it hard to keep his composure, trying to find a way to keep himself from coming by grabbing a fistful of Wonshik's hair, Wonshik crying out at the pain.

Hongbin kissed him again, messily, moaning into Wonshik's mouth when he found his sweet spot, saying, “Touch me,” with a little break to his voice.

Wonshik did as he was told and Hongbin sobbed onto Wonshik's lips, trembling from head to toe as he came.

“You can— you can…”

He wasn’t sure Wonshik heard or understood him whatsoever, but then the hotness spread into him through the barriers of the condom, and Wonshik grabbed his hips again, lifting him a little so he could ride out his orgasm, his deep voice bouncing off the walls and mixing with Hongbin's whines.

Hongbin got off him when all that could be heard was their ragged breathing, lying back on the bed with his joints screaming with joy. He turned to the side and saw Wonshik's Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard, drinking in the air like it was liquid.

“I guess… I guess I’ll go now,” he said in a raspy voice.

“Tissues,” Hongbin said, pointing at his nightstand, not trying to make him stay.

Wonshik sat up to get some and Hongbin took his time marvelling at the pretty muscles of his back, the tattoo on the top of his spine shining with sweat. It was a beautiful sight and Hongbin would have wanted a second round if his body hadn’t been so broken.

Wonshik bunched the condom up into a tissue and placed it on the nightstand, standing in the middle of the bedroom helplessly, looking for his scattered clothes. His ass was nice, too, Hongbin noted when Wonshik bent down to put on his briefs and jeans, padding out of the bedroom awkwardly, probably to look for his tank top.

Hongbin pulled the blanket over his shoulders and got up from the bed, following Wonshik into the living room, watching him put on his shoes. When he was done, he stood still in the doorway, a cute little blush tinting his cheeks pink—he looked a lot like he never did this often.

“Can I get your number?” he asked sheepishly, scratching the back of his head and messing up his already mussed hair even more.

Hongbin thought for a few seconds because he didn’t really want to make ties, but Wonshik was already holding out his phone for him, looking expectant like a small puppy waiting for a treat, so Hongbin typed in his number, his phone buzzing somewhere in the bedroom as Wonshik gave him a quick call. Wonshik then turned around and opened the door, stopping on the threshold right before Hongbin could have shut him out.

Wonshik stepped forward and hesitantly cupped Hongbin's cheek with a hand, leaning in to kiss him for one last time, slower than before, and then he was walking away.

Hongbin felt so alive.

*

It didn't take Wonshik too long to text Hongbin, only a few days. It wasn't a deep conversation—nothing fancy or philosophical, he only asked Hongbin how he was and if they could see each other sometime.

Just like he hadn't wanted to make ties when Wonshik had asked for his number, Hongbin was now torn between saying yes and declining the invitation altogether instead of just beating about the bush, but there was something about Wonshik that drew him in, made him want to see Wonshik again, to hear his deep, rumbling voice and have his sleepy gaze on Hongbin's face. It was stupid and he knew, because Wonshik was nothing but a toy, something he should have played with once and thrown it away as soon as he finished, just like he had done to all the others before. He wouldn't make the same mistake he had done with Sanghyuk, he had to be careful.

"What are you thinking about so hard?" Jaehwan asked from where he was perched on the couch next to Hongbin, feet propped up on the coffee table, the hem of his too short shorts riding up on his thighs, and Hongbin was inclined to think he wasn't wearing anything underneath them, so he looked up at Jaehwan's questioning expression, trying not to blush.

"It's nothing," he murmured, looking back at his phone, the minutes passing by fast since he had opened the message—he imagined Wonshik staring at the screen of his own phone, furrowing his brow as he kept his eyes on the word 'seen'. Jaehwan was apparently not satisfied with Hongbin's answer and he kept watching him, munching on his bag of crisps. Hongbin sighed. "Have you met that guy from last weekend since... you know, since he left?"

"Taekwoon? No," Jaehwan said cautiously and Hongbin could tell he was thinking difficult thoughts, maybe that Hongbin was having a crush on the guy. "Why are you asking?"

"What if he wanted to meet you again? What would you do?"

Jaehwan fell silent, looking down at the crisp in his hand, pouting a little like he always did when he was deep in thought.

"Well, I suppose we're excluding the fact that I gave him a fake number," he said, glancing up at Hongbin from the corner of his eye and turning away again when Hongbin nodded. "He's nice," he shrugged, "I mean, his looks are nice and he gave me his jacket when I was cold. I'd probably be up for a round five."

"Gross," Hongbin grimaced, leaning away when Jaehwan threw his crisp at him. "And what if he wanted to meet you again and it sounded a lot like he was asking you out and you wouldn't want anything like that but it would be nice to fuck again?"

"Can you stop speaking in hypotheses and directing this at me?" Jaehwan grumbled. "I feel uncomfortable. Is it what's-his-name from last weekend?"

"Wonshik, yes," Hongbin said and dragged a hand over his face. "He sounds pretty sappy in his texts and he wasn't my best fuck, but he was decent enough and he has a lot of potential to be made... supple."

"Hm," Jaehwan lifted his index finger to his chin, tapping on it. "I guess, you could make it clear you only want to have sex and if he still wants to see you that way, nothing bad can happen. If he still wants to see you outside of his bed afterwards, you'll need to reject him though, because he'll develop a crush on you and as we know, you don't want that as of now, right?"

"Right," Hongbin mumbled, looking down at his phone.

is your roommate at home?, he texted, and Wonshik sent him a 'no' immediately.

*

With a sip of whisky he had found in their fridge inside his system, Hongbin was still quite pissed and jittery, his hands trembling in his lap as he sat in the backseat of the taxi. He wasn't nervous per se, but he was annoyed at himself for thinking so much about all of this, the anger suffocating him from inside.

Wonshik looked less messed up than he had back in the club, and he looked quite different in daylight, without the eyeliner, and wearing fresh clothes, having just this side of too much cologne sprinkled on him. His eyes looked more droopy to the extent Hongbin almost didn't have the heart to wreck someone so cute looking, but his tattoos were peeking from the collar of his shirt and from the sleeve of it, the whole boy looking a lot more sophisticated in his grey T-shirt and nice blue jeans than that would have been justifiable when one was only supposed to be chilling at home.

"Hey," he smiled, the apples of his cheeks bunching up happily and what the fuck, Hongbin thought, this wasn't what he remembered from the week before. "Come in."

Hongbin stepped inside and took his shoes off, shrugging off his black leather jacket that Wonshik took form him, hanging it on the rack by the door.

How to do this...?

"Would you like someth—" Wonshik started, but Hongbin was already kissing him, standing on his tiptoes until Wonshik's surprise wore off and he finally bent over, his arms hugging Hongbin close by the waist.

Hongbin backed him up until Wonshik's back thudded against the wall of the hallway, small sounds bubbling from his throat, right into Hongbin's mouth.

"Wait," Wonshik managed to rasp out between kisses, "wait, Hongbin. Aren't we going to do this... um, right?"

He blinked towards the end of the hallway, most probably in the direction where his bedroom could be found, and Hongbin followed his gaze but then turned back, kissing Wonshik's throat.

"No," he murmured into his skin, "we should never do this right."

He didn't leave Wonshik so much as a second to ponder about that, only tugged at his T-shirt, ushering him to take it off.

By the time Wonshik was hoisting him up against the opposite wall, Hongbin holding onto his shoulders for dear life while trying hard not to let the tears slip out from his eyes, Wonshik's sweetness had long been gone, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin, his ragged breaths puffing against Hongbin's shoulder. It had taken some time to convince him that they didn't need lube or a condom, but now he was falling apart under Hongbin, his arms shaking with the weight of Hongbin's body.

"Are you okay?" he asked breathily.

Hongbin nodded and then motioned Wonshik to put him down, Hongbin kissing him roughly before turning around to face the wall. Wonshik held him like a china doll and tried to go about the thing slowly, but Hongbin grabbed his hands on his waist and made them hold him tighter.

"I'm not going to break," he panted, and Wonshik made a choking noise, obeying without a word of complaint. "Bite me."

He felt Wonshik's lips on his shoulder blade, kissing gently, most probably in an attempt to soothe the pain, nipping at Hongbin's skin like a small kitten and only biting down harder when Hongbin pushed back against him, his back arching. He was doing well, making Hongbin cry out when Wonshik found his sweet spot—something he seemed to be very good at. Hongbin would have praised him for it, had his head been clear enough for him to say anything, but Wonshik was going too fast, too hard, just what Hongbin liked.

Hongbin let Wonshik come first as a reward, though Wonshik was trying to help him reach his own orgasm as best he could, Hongbin ending up almost bent into half with his cock in Wonshik's hand, coming with the most pathetic sounding whines he had ever produced, a tear breaking loose and running down his cheek.

There was a hand on his arm, caressing gently, Wonshik pressing kisses to Hongbin's shoulder and hugging him from behind, holding Hongbin up so that he wouldn't collapse as he tried to stay standing on his wobbly legs.

"We should take a shower," Wonshik murmured into his ear.

"Most definitely," Hongbin whispered.

"Can you stay upright?" Wonshik asked.

"You're good, but not that good," Hongbin lied and Wonshik's hoarse laugh rang through the hallway.

The water drops running down Wonshik's body proved to be too much for Hongbin to resist and their shower led to another makeout session unfolding into a second round in Wonshik's messy bedroom, on top of a bunch of dirty clothes on the bed. Wonshik was still following Hongbin's lead like a trustworthy slave, doing exactly what Hongbin commanded him to do and it was intoxicating, how Hongbin could control an individual who supposedly had his own fully developed mind. Wonshik told him how beautiful he was, countless of times, like he still couldn't believe someone like Hongbin was riding him, letting Hongbin tear at his skin with his nails and never saying it hurt or it was enough. He was so perfect for all of this.

"When's your roommate coming back home?" Hongbin asked, lying on his stomach in Wonshik's bed, a blanket thrown over his ass to keep up the image of some sort of decency. Wonshik was fiddling with his phone, editing a photo he had taken of Hongbin lying there.

"Not until an hour later," he replied and smiled at his phone, showing the screen to Hongbin. "This one's pretty hot."

To Hongbin, it was just a picture of himself looking like some kind of nude model for a fucking painting, so he shrugged.

"An hour is a lot of time," Hongbin said and pulled himself up into sitting position, pressing closer to Wonshik to kiss his jaw.

"You're a monster," Wonshik laughed, pulling Hongbin between his legs, his phone dropping to the floor.

Hongbin fully agreed.

*

In just a month they managed to develop a relationship that Hongbin couldn’t really call anything but being fuck buddies.

It wasn’t the right classification in Hongbin's opinion as they weren’t buddies per se; Hongbin still barely knew anything about Wonshik that should have been the basic information he possessed about someone he shared his bed with: he knew nothing about Wonshik's family, about his future plans or his exact age. He knew, however, that Wonshik liked banana flavoured protein shakes the most, snored in his sleep, liked Chris Brown’s music (and liked having sex to it, too, which Hongbin found annoying), and drank way too much energy drink.

He also knew that Wonshik liked it when Hongbin pulled at his hair while kissing, had a thing for breath play, and was fascinated by Hongbin's dishevelled image after fucking, documenting it through photos whenever Hongbin didn’t care to stop him from snapping pictures of his disgustingly sweaty body.

Wonshik wasn’t in a better situation, either. If Hongbin had had a nickel for every time Wonshik had tried to start a real, meaningful conversation with him that Hongbin suppressed by pushing him on the bed, he would have been a billionaire by the time it became a custom for them to spend the weekends at each other’s places.

For all that Hongbin didn’t know much about Wonshik, he could notice how Wonshik's patience had started to wear off, his attempts at talking to Hongbin fizzling out making him frustrated which first made him a little whiny and later on, quite pissy.

It became apparent one time when Hongbin had told him not to come and Wonshik agreed, though not without complaints. He was lying with his arm thrown over his eyes, body trembling under Hongbin's hold and his hips trying to buck up even as Hongbin held them down, taking as much of Wonshik into his mouth as he could.

“I can’t do this,” he groaned, his voice breaking.

“Yes, you can,” Hongbin said, surfacing just enough to nibble on the inner side of Wonshik's thigh. “You will.”

“Fuck, Hongbin, you can’t—” Wonshik cried out when Hongbin went down on him once again, a full-body shudder running through him and making Hongbin's stomach spasm from the sight. “You can give commands to me, but you can’t— you can’t control my body, for fuck’s sake!”

Hongbin sucked harder and Wonshik was writhing under his hands, a breath getting caught in his throat.

“You can come then,” Hongbin said, taking Wonshik into his mouth for one last time and swallowing everything when Wonshik came with a loud cry that Jaehwan could sure hear in the other room.

“God,” Wonshik moaned when Hongbin sat up, dragging the back of his hand over his mouth. Wonshik took his arm off his face and there were tears in his bloodshot eyes, a vein throbbing on his temple. He looked deliciously exhausted and Hongbin smiled down at him like one would smile proudly at the art they created. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

“I’m not,” Hongbin said. “Also, you could just thank me.”

“Thank you?” Wonshik echoed, gritting his teeth. “For what? Making me frustrated and angry all the time?”

“For being your best fuck.”

“You may be my best fuck, but you’re the worst person I’ve ever met.” Wonshik let out a careworn sigh. “Why do you enjoy being bossy?”

“That’s just how I am,” Hongbin shrugged, flashing as many teeth as possible.

Wonshik looked at him, irritated, staring into Hongbin's eyes for an uncomfortably long time. He then sat up slowly, asking, “Has anyone ever handled you the way you’re handling me?”

“No?” Hongbin raised an eyebrow. “This is how I like it and I’m not going to change my ways for anybody.”

Wonshik huffed, the corner of his mouth twitching like he was suppressing a grin, and in the next moment, his hands were on Hongbin's shoulders, pushing him down on the mattress and straddling his hips.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Hongbin snapped, trying to break free, but then Wonshik grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, leaning close until their noses were almost touching.

“I’m showing you something new,” he replied with a small laugh and then he was nosing along Hongbin's neck until he could whisper in his ear, “and you’re going to enjoy it.”

Before Hongbin could have screamed at him to let him go, Wonshik was kissing him roughly, biting his lower lip so hard Hongbin thought it would draw blood.

His whole body was still sensitive and sore from the previous round, but Wonshik didn’t give him time to resurface; he held Hongbin's wrists on the mattress with one hand, his other hand going between Hongbin's legs to spread them.

Hongbin took a sharp breath and he arched up from the mattress when Wonshik was inside him again, starting out torturously slow, sucking painful hickeys into the skin of Hongbin's neck, his teeth feeling like pinpricks. He was squirming under Wonshik but his body was trying to meet each one of Wonshik's thrusts, though he wished he could control himself.

“Don’t move,” Wonshik ordered, eyes hooded and he looked a little dangerous now, just enough to make Hongbin's heart flutter with the unfamiliarity of the situation. “And you can’t come until I tell you to. If you do, I swear to God I’m going to tie your hands to the headboard and leave you here like this.”

Hongbin let out a sob involuntarily, pressing his lips together to prevent any more of them from slipping out as he looked at Wonshik with as much hatred as he could muster.

“It hurts, you asshole,” Hongbin grumbled, but then Wonshik changed the angle and he moaned from how good it felt.

“I’m not as stupid as I seem,” Wonshik chuckled, mouthing over Hongbin's chest. “You love it.”

Hongbin tried to snarl but it was a weak attempt and it only got Wonshik laughing at him again, his hand that wasn’t holding Hongbin's wrists down coming up to his throat, his fingertips barely touching Hongbin's Adam’s apple before he pressed his palm against it, fingers closing in so Hongbin struggled for air. He tried to scream but couldn’t find his voice for it, the whole sensation going to his head so much he was afraid he would come anytime—he dared not to think about being tied to the headboard because it was a vicious circle and it would have yielded the same result.

Wonshik let go of his throat, kissing him again and breathing shakily into his mouth, his grip loosening on Hongbin's wrists, not that he really needed to hold them down anymore.

“I’m going crazy,” Hongbin heaved, feeling his orgasm build up and it was now threatening to overtake him. “I hate you so fucking much.”

“Your feelings are reciprocated,” Wonshik replied and buried his face into the crook of Hongbin's neck, his breath hitting Hongbin's skin.

Wonshik's hips stuttered and with a groan, he came, muffling his sounds into Hongbin's shoulder. He stilled, breathing heavily and Hongbin tried to move, just a little, to finally end this sweet nightmare, not even caring about how miserably he was mewling at this point.

Wonshik pushed himself back up and he looked so damn good with some locks of his shiny black hair sticking to his forehead and a smug smirk sitting on his lips, sweat trickling down on that fucking beautiful six pack of his, that Hongbin wished he could kiss him again, but he was not going to ask for it even if his life depended on it.

“Do you want to come?” Wonshik asked.

“What the fuck do you think?!” Hongbin tried to sound indignant, but all it sounded like was a needy plea.

“Be nice,” Wonshik warned him, though he was clearly enjoying the situation. He reached over to the nightstand for his phone, taking his time snapping a few pictures of Hongbin who had to make an effort not to yell at him from the top of his lungs. When he was done taking a photo he was finally satisfied with, he let go of Hongbin's wrists and got off him, accommodating himself between his legs. “No tricks.”

“You’re the one playing tricks, you—” Hongbin couldn’t continue his sentence because Wonshik's lips were on his cock and it only took a few swirls of his tongue for Hongbin to lose his mind completely.

Wonshik swallowed like a good boy and let Hongbin ride his orgasm out even as his cock hit the back of Wonshik's throat, hands bunching up the sheets under him. He hardly felt Wonshik let go of him and lying back down next to him as he was keeping his eyes shut tight, breathing in through his mouth, his heart almost going into overdrive. He tried to despise Wonshik but wanted to do it all over again, wanted Wonshik to take him immediately, tie him against the headboard for real. It was sick and he didn’t know what to say, what to do.

“See?” Wonshik asked and Hongbin opened his eyes to look at his gloating face. “Told you you’d enjoy it.”

“Don’t talk to me,” Hongbin replied and swept his fringe out of his forehead, licking his dry lips.

“Why?” Wonshik turned on his side, touching a hand to Hongbin's neck gently, fingers trailing down what Hongbin supposed were love bites and Wonshik's own fingerprints. “It’s not like you didn’t deserve it.” He bent over to kiss Hongbin on the lips shortly, not getting kissed back. “You’re gorgeous, Hongbin, but you’re also the fucking devil himself.”

Wonshik kissed him again, this time longer and a lot slower, and despite all the conflicting emotions inside him, Hongbin let him do it, growing just as pliant under Wonshik's hands as Wonshik had been before.

He felt so alive.

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