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<span class="glow">[[idle hands|START]]</span></center></h1><center><b>Proverbs 16:27:</b> <i>Idle hands are
the devil’s workshop, idle lips are his mouthpiece.</i></center>
<center>[[content warnings]]</center><i><center>sophia de augustine</center></i>
Rain washes over the earth like a silver curtain. Bright eyes flicker to you in a furtive snick of dark lashes- smile deeply satisfied, mouth still bitten bruised. He's stretched out in one long, insouciant line, hands behind his head, watching mist breathe out over rolling hills.
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<center>[[⤛|TITLEPAGE]]♡[[⤜|1]]</center><center><i>idle hands</i> contains the following:</center>
<li> consensual sexually explicit content </li><li> allusions to violence </li><li> idolatry </li><li> brief mentions of: insect death, alcohol</li><li> gender neutral reader, male love interest</li>
<center><i>idle hands</i> is a work of dynamic fiction written in a 500 word restriction for the neotwinyjam.</center>
<center><<button"RETURN" "TITLEPAGE">><</button>></center>It ebbs and eddies, gathering in swirling congregations that remind you of whispering silks, the swish and sashay to the tilt of his hips, the rakish rap of a walking cane to your ankle. A flirtatious flick, and gentle meander of the rounded top along your back, tapping affectionately at the seat of your spine.<<mouseover>>\
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<center>[[⤛|START]]♡[[⤜|2]]</center>His hands were breathtakingly warm, even with hell's molten heat clad behind buttery soft leather gloves, a sharply tailored suit, and careful boning to a pair of bodies cinched tight. It emphasized the broadness of his shoulders in the contrasting narrowness of his waist.
His handprints imprinted themselves on your frame, tongue laving lines of fire, fanged teeth careful not to break through delicate skin. <<mouseover>>\
<<link 'How the deep ache still persists.'>><</link>>\
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<<replace '#tooltip'>> He was a patient lover, one who took pride in thoroughly deconstructing your facade of propriety by fucking you fragmented.<</replace>>
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<center>[[⤛|1]]♡[[⤜|3]]</center> <<mouseover>>\
<<link 'He has taken his gloves off with his teeth, made a show of the slow reveal of wrist, palm, fingers.'>><</link>>\
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<<replace '#tooltip1'>> How he'd crooked them deep inside of you, coaxing pleasured cries like rolling through a piano's crescendo. <</replace>>
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@@#tooltip1;@@ His nails are all filed down smooth, rounded and polished with a glaze that burns viridian. <<mouseover>>\
<<link 'Steam rises when rain splashes down from heavy weeping willow boughs, spitting and hissing off exposed skin.'>><</link>>\
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<<replace '#tooltip'>> When he'd came, it'd tasted like warm saltwater, lapped off of his skin meticulously.<</replace>>
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@@#tooltip;@@ It pools briefly on the uncovered inch between hipbone and stomach, pale beneath his tan.
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<center>[[⤛|2]]♡[[⤜|4]]</center>Impulsively, you touch him- flinch away from radiating heat. It's a burning inferno. It's grasping a pillar of fire. He grabs hold of your wrist, held delicately, like a thrashing bird: pulls you forward. <<mouseover>>\
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<center>[[⤛|3]]♡[[⤜|5]]</center>”Haven't had enough yet, darling? I don't blame you. I like you insatiable,” he grins. <<mouseover>>\
<<link 'He is all forked silver-tongue and razor-sharp teeth, biting off the rounded, purring edge to his voice with a cessation droning like fruit-drunk wasps at summerly height.'>><</link>>\
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<<replace '#tooltip'>> Your first time together had left you delirious with pleasure, legs trembling, shaking beneath him like braconids shuddering under pyrethroid-thrall.<</replace>>
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<center>[[⤛|4]]♡[[⤜|6]]</center>“Relax. Be not afraid,” he says, smile evident in his voice, “-for I am here with you,” he murmurs. The heresy excites him. His hold tightens. <<mouseover>>\
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<<replace '#tooltip'>> His need is hot and urgent and unbearable, crashing over like a riptide, pulled helplessly under the surface of his desire.<</replace>>
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Still, rain washes over the earth, ferrying all manner of things to groundwater, to unseen subterranean reservoirs.
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Proverbs 16:27: Idle hands are
the devil’s workshop, idle lips are his mouthpiece.content warningssophia de augustine