#I mean god. mr glass bones and paper skin having to literally build himself a special suit of armor

[dykesynthezoid]

Once again thinking about disabled Thor (is always thinking about disabled Thor)

[jonsa-creatives]

Drunk, facetious, glory, pony, singing

Hey Anon! I know this is very late but hey better than never I say! And lucky for you, I’m in a prompt filling mood lately!

So, see below for your 5 words prompt!

Summary: Jon is a bartender. Sansa is his regular.The rest… well, is up to them. Modern AU, bonding over drinks.

Rated E (like do y'all not know me)

Mood music: Pony by Ginuwine  (some lyrics for context, ahem)

Enjoy!

~ Elle xx

Come Ride (Me)

 “You’re not trying to make me drunk now, are you?”

 Jon smirks at Sansa as he downs his third glass of whiskey thatevening. The bar was quiet, oddly so for a Thursday night. But for the best,now that she’s here.

“Who, me? No, never. Besides, you look like someone who can holdtheir whiskey quite well. I’d be disappointed if you weren’t, Mr Bartender,”Sansa peers up at him, her dark lashes flutters flirtatiously as the corners ofher mouth upturns into a Cheshire cat grin that only she can pull off.

Jon adjusts himself behind the bar, tugging discreetly at his fly.Only Sansa can make him hard in seconds, with that smile. A smile that hadJon convinced she was one half goddess, the other half a lethal temptress.

My own femme fatale.

“Quiet night tonight,“ she remarks, quickly looking around thebar. There was only an older gentleman smoking a cigar a few seats away fromher, engrossed with texting on his phone and barely paid both Jon and Sansa anyattention.

“Great observation,” came the facetious reply and Sansa turns to seeJon filling her glass with another shot of whiskey.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean that-”

“Relax, Red. It’s rare I give you that but it happens. Guess you’restuck with me till closing.”

Sansa chuckles at her new nickname. There was no one else who calledher that. She was always Sans, or Sansy as Rickon calls her ever so often andsometimes “oi!” if Arya was back home - but never Red. A plaincolour, she thinks, nothing to shout about and hated it even because it made herstand out more than she cared for. But coming from him, the way it rolls offhis tongue… made her heart pound and set her loins on fire.

“Thank you. Have a good night,” Jon waves to the man as he stands upto leave. Sansa only hears a slight grunt as the door opened and closed behindhim.

“And then there were two,” Jon turns his attention back to her.Sansa feels her cheeks burning hot, imagines herself turning as red as herhair. She fiddles with the paper coaster before bringing the glass to her lipsonce more, coyly glancing at Jon whose stare only told her one thing. Hunger.

So much for karaoke night. There was nowhere she’d rather be thanhere. Singing can wait. The girls, they’d understand. Especially on a cold rainy night like tonight and theonly warmth she sought came from whiskey bar right across the street. Sheremembers the first time they met.

It was exactly on a night like this.

“What can I get you, Miss?” a gruff voice greeted from behind her.Sansa had in mind some tea but whiskey would do a better job at keeping herinsides warm, now that she was drenched, shivering and tired.

“Oh, hello. Gosh, anything you have that’ll keep me warm! The rain’sjust not letting up is it?“

A young man about her age with jet black curls and dark grey eyesgrinned as he leaned in from behind the bar once Sansa had taken a seat. “I knowexactly what you need, Miss but it would ungentlemanly of me to say.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“No need. Here,” he chuckled and offered her a small glass of amberliquid. A glass of whiskey no less, one that smelled like oak and maple as shebrought it to her lips. It was like autumn in a cup. “It’ll warm you right upand goes down easy. You look like you need it.”

It coated her throat like molten honey as Sansa downed her glass,feeling an almost immediate warmth emanating from her belly that spread quickly throughout herentire being. It was surprisingly pleasant - and effective.

“Thank you, that was quite lovely. I must say, I’ve never hadwhiskey before.”

“That was your first whiskey?” he raised his eyebrows at her. Sansa noddedsheepishly. She was a whiskey virgin no longer now.

“Well, then, Red Lady. That’s on the house. Just for you.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t-”

“No, no, Miss. Glad you liked it. A welcome drink from Castle Bar, if you’d like. Your pleasure is payment enough,”he smirked. It was a bad pick up line, if she ever heard one but Sansa foundherself drawn to the stranger.

“Is that what you say to all the ladies so they’ll come back?”

He paused whatever he was doing and gave a little knowing smirk, hisdark eyes gleaming dangerously. “I don’t know. Is it working?”

Oh, he’s good. Arrogant, handsome bastard.

“It might.” Sansa stifled a giggle.

“So, that means we’ll be seeing you again then? I show you the good stuff thenext time if you do.”

Sansa laughed and gave a nonchalant shrug, grabbing her purse. Herphone had buzzed indicating her cab ride home had arrived. “Well, in that case, howcan a girl say no to that?”

 If you’re horny, let’s do it

Ride it, my pony

My saddle’s waiting

Come and jump on it

“Uhhh Jonnn…”

In its own strange way, the universe was giving them a great ‘thumbs-up’sign of encouragement, when Ginuwine’s ‘Pony’ came on, its seductive tonesplaying in the background as Jon sweeps her off her feet – quite literally, andseats her gently on a table. All the while having his mouth on hers, boththeir tongues locked in a heated dance. Sansa loves how he tastes, often of oakand maple – her favourite by far.

Jon’s mouth slowly moves to her neck, nibbling and nipping at herpale skin, now flushed pink. Jon wonders how he had gotten so damn lucky,having gained the attention and affections of such a siren. Never in his lifehad he dreamt of such a woman.

The melody of her soft whimpers and throaty moans, the way shemelts in his arms, writhing and grasping fistfuls of his curls inviting hismouth on her body – the hunger she showed for him, made his heart flip insomersaults. He desired her, he craved her, he thought of her day and night…gods, he may even love her. Jon blushes at the thought and smiles, grazing hersoft belly with butterfly kisses and licking the tantalising crook of her hipbone.

He had only one thing in mind and as his oral ministrationstravelled south, Jon pauses to take a moment as he gazed at the glistening pinkflesh in between her thighs. She was beautiful everywhere and at every inch. Hecan never have enough of Sansa, he thinks. Taking a deep breath, Jon inhales herintoxicating scent and it was music to his ears as Sansa howls his name themoment he clamps his mouth over her mound. In between his tongue darting in andout of her folds and gulping down her juices greedily, Jon was glad he had closedearly that night.

God, the mouth on that man..

“Gods Sansa…. you taste absolutely divine… Cum for me, Red.”

Sansa felt the familiar ache building slowly inside her as she callsout his name.

“But I want you inside me… please, Jon.”

Jon smiles as he slithers up and hovers over her. Hearing Sansa’shusky pleading moans as his thumb presses on her nub and fingers curling insideof her warm wet heat was enough to make him spill. She was a vision indeed, in all her flamehaired glory, with all her curves in all the right places.

“No… Red. I want to watch you.”

It merely took her a second or two to open her eyes and seeing Jon’s grey eyes looking back at hers, that caused her peak to rise rapidly from her core. Jon heldhis gaze; he loved watching Sansa come undone,  especially proud in knowing that he was the reason forit.

The gentle tickling had now turned into a full blown ribbing, poking ather loins with such force, following the frantic rhythm set by Jon’s fingers. And thereit was. Sansa screams her heart out as her peak explodes and burns inside of her with such a rush andgush, catapulting her up into the air as if in slow motion, and then, suddenly feeling as light as afeather coming down as she pants for air and composure.

“My, what a vision you are, my sweet,” she hears him whisper in herears. Sansa slowly opens her eyes and sees Jon tugging at her arms as he sitson a chair, fly undone and cock hard as a rock standing at attention. He was avision himself as well, she thinks.

“And as are you.”

Sansa hops off the table and removes her dress. “So now that you’redone watching-“ Jon interrupts and yanks for her to straddle him. Nomore words needed.

“Come here and ride me.”