#loo roll column

[doomspaniels]

The Universal Pet Perspective Guide: The Toilet Paper Tower

(or Loo Roll Column, if that's your preference)

Tristan and Gwyn weighed in at 24 lb/10.9 kg each this week. They each stand almost 5 toilet paper rolls high at the top of the head. (The mohawk doesn't count.)

#tristan #guinevere #cocker spaniel #dogblr #toilet roll tower #loo roll column #passalongs #pass it on #pet perspective

[sp00kworm]

Lake Water Lungs

Otherworldly Anthology

Slasher: Jason Voorhees

Warnings: Gore, Horror. Not really a reader insert. More of a Jason monologue idea.

Summary: They dragged the Crystal Lake Killer from the lake and stuck him with needles. Blood soaked the metal floor. 

This fic is part of the challenge/theme set up by @stay-outta-my-blood-circle, to which various writers have contributed! Check out @august-bleeds-red , @thesightstoshowyou, @thedeathdoctor, @carpenter-synth, @trashy-slashy, @bisexual-horror-fan for more of this challenge!

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The water was cold. The water was still. A fish pecked at his mask, sucking algae from the creamy coloured surface before whipping its tail and disappearing back into the depths. Jason was still. The water drowned out the noises above. The undead man’s eyes remained closed. There was a thick, heavy crane chain pinning him to the bottom, the links hooked around a boulder. They’d trapped him. The monster twitched, his face still, but his fingers inching back and forth. It was a permanent nightmare, his lungs emptying and refilling with water, over and over. Occasionally he heard a laugh, like a councillor then like the dream entity he had once encountered. A demon. He did not know. His education was limited. He knew that sinners, however, went to hell. Jason remembered the fire, the pain, the burning flesh before he wrangled the man and threw him through into the burning basement. Maybe that was hell? His chest shifted before he panicked again, a finger twitching, and expelled rotten lake water back into his surroundings.

 Suddenly, Jason remembered he didn’t need to breathe, and his body settled back into floating back and forth, attached to the boulder. His fingers went still as he drifted back into a sleep of sorts, semi-conscious but silent as the dead. There was a rush of water overhead before the silence resumed. It was broken once again with several splashes into the water and a rush of bubbles from above. Still, Jason floated, his eyes closed behind his hockey mask, his deep, bruise coloured skin bristling with small air bubbles. They caught against his mask as the water glugged and chugged against his ears. The engine overhead chugged to a halt and the propellor stopped slapping water against his rotting clothes. Pondweed grew from the pockets and shoulders of the giant that slept at the bottom of the lake. Two giant splashes sounded from over his head. Still, he was silent and still. Bubbles rumbled and popped in the water around him. Jason’s eyes remained closed as the sound of respirators bubbling around him. The air caught in the holes of his mask as the divers moved around by his sides, their oxygen tanks glugging as they peered at him.

 Hands reached to touch him. They were gloved, covered in a heavy, thick fabric to protect the skin from the cold or any large fish that decided to come and have a nibble. The hands moved over the heavy fabric of his coat, shifting around, looking for something before they reached up to his shoulders. The hands paused on his shoulders. Jason remained dead and silent. The hands moved to his chin, but they didn’t remove the mask. They paused under his chin, just touching the fibreglass, holding the lip before another set of hands dragged them away and gestured in the water, rapid back and forth movements that sprayed bubbles around. There was silence as the water churned and the divers moved to his back and then down to the chain attaching him to the boulder which held him at the bottom of his watery grave. The divers banged against the chain, sending his corpse floating back and forth in the water. It was then that the chain snapped. A bolt cutter snapped and the rungs came free of the boulder. His body floated in the water before the two divers caught him under the arms and lugged him up towards the surface of the lake. Still, Jason was silent and unmoving, even as they lugged him up onto the stretcher and four people moved him into the large boat, moving back and forth as they talked about just who or what they had found this time.

 A pair of hands settled on his shoulders again, warm and curious as they plucked pond weed from his jacket and analysed the yellow teeth that stuck out of the exposed jaw on his left side.

 Cold metal pressed against his exposed spinal column. Jason’s fingers twitched in the cold air of the room as his muscles stretched and his chest rose with a long inhale of air into his festering lungs. His eyes snapped open, the blind one rolling and blinking before he remembered that he had only one eye that worked anymore. The guardian of Crystal Lake exhaled, his chest rattling as his arms slammed against the metal, his fingers gripping at the steel sporadically before he managed to get the strength in his arms to push himself upwards. Cold air blasted against his face and Jason reached to check that his face was covered. His bruised, cold fingers met with his mask and he then took the time to look around. He was in a freezer. The goliath swung his legs over the steel trolley and stood up before taking one steadying breath and launching himself at the heavy door.

 Jason bounced off the metal the first time and took a moment to assess the door, looking at the sides to discover the heavy metal hinges. They were deadbolted into the wall. He touched the bolt before taking hold of the steel trolley and tearing one of the support pipes from its base, holding the steel tightly before he huffed and began digging at the hinges, chipping away at the wall slowly but surely. Jason slammed his shoulder into the hinges again and grunted as the metal squealed before the door gave way and fell with a slam to the floor, vibrating the walls and echoing down the hallway. He was in a hospital? Jason climbed over the door and stood in the hallway. No. There was no one here. A morgue? His good eye looked around the hallway before he realised something else. The monster looked down at his chest and jumped upon seeing the tubes sticking from his chest. He rotated his shoulders and felt needles dig and scrape into his bones. An experiment. He reached for a tube and grunted as he dragged it free, watching his clotted blood stick to the end of the needle before he threw it to the floor, anger burning in his fingertips as he turned to find something to use to tear his way to freedom.

 Like a caged animal, Jason reached for the pipe he had been using previously, his hands gripping the metal tight enough to make it groan and turned back into the corridor. His exposed bones clicked as he walked over the door and headed towards where a small security light sat. There was an office at the end of the hall, and Jason stood by the glass for a moment watching the security guard with his headphones on through the pane. He opened the door and stood for a moment more, waiting to see if he would get a reaction. He was ignored, the music playing loudly from the headphones. It only took Jason a moment to grapple him by the neck and plunge the pipe up through his ribcage and into the soft organs inside. Blood spurted over his arm, but he didn’t flinch, breathing softly as he dropped the guard in a heap and looked for ⁸something more efficient. A knife. He looked at the man’s belt. Gun. Tazer. No knife. There was a small weapon’s locker and Jason wrenched it open with a great pull of his giant hands to reveal a great long hunting knife. He took hold of the blade and sheath and looked down again before remembering he was in half of a hospital gown and bleeding stinking clots onto the floor through plastic tubing. He took the knife and walked through the blood on the floor, heading towards the other rooms.

Experiments laid behind every door. His mother whispered to him behind his ear, tickling the flesh with her praise as he slammed open each one and tore open pipes and burst tanks. There was no one that could stop him. He huffed as he opened another door, stepping inside to see rattling automated equipment filtering and testing vials upon vials of various samples. His good eye focused on a rack by the door. Tiny cuts of flesh were dissolving in acid. He drew back and bumped into the same warm hands that had pulled pondweed from his shoulders. Jason reared back again and turned to snatch the wrists in his hand, smearing blood along the skin.

 They looked up at him. Jason heaved a great breath and watched them recoil from the putrid air he breathed. He reached again and tugged their wrists up into the air, watching their legs dangle as he swung around again and slammed them over the top of the work bench. The crash didn’t faze him as he grunted and listened to his mother again.

“Good boy, Jason. They want to hurt you. Punish them for it my perfect boy.”

Jason followed them as they slid off the table top and collapsed against the floor, slick with blood and racked with pain. The monster prowled closer and threw a table out of the way, hands grabbing at the person blindly.

 They started screaming. He snapped his hand tight around their ankle as they screamed and hollered. There was no one left to hear. Jason had slaughtered everyone so far. The only person left was this one before him. Jason grunted as he dragged them in before wrapping his hands around their throat, pining them to the metal corrugated floor. Their head slammed against the floor and Jason watched their eyes roll, stunned from the impact, before he dragged them back towards him. Their kicking died as he slammed them against the floor again and watching their eyes roll. He reached for a needle from his shoulder and pulled it free with a grumble before holding it over their eye. His giant hand pinned their head in place before he felt their warm hands on his chest.

 He was reminded of his Mother.

 Jason looked into their eyes before he lowered the needle and smothered their screams. He paused above the pupil. It was too cruel. He snatched his knife from the tight ties of his gown and eyed them again, looking between the needle and the knife.

“I’m sorry.” They wheezed, “We wanted to understand you...”

Jason’s head tilted as he took the knife and placed it against their neck, feeling them swallow before he sliced deep and then punched the needle high up into their brain, silencing them instantly. A quick death. Jason let their head fall against the metal before he stood and looked at the windows.

 An armoured truck moved into the car park. Jason took his knife and turned towards the glass panes in the hall. He took a moment to analyse the panes before he went back into the lab and heaved a machine from the line. Alarms sounded as he snapped it from the electricity and slammed it through the glass, shards splashing over his exposed skin and slicing at it. It didn’t matter. It was all dead anyway. More alarms whirred and Jason ignored it as he climbed through the hole and stood among the bark covered flower beds, looking around before he saw the maximum security signs. Hazards. Danger. Government Testing. Jason ignored them as he headed towards the fencing and back towards the smell of lake water.

#jason voorhees #friday the 13th #friday the 13th freddy vs jason #undead jason #friday the 13th fanchise #jason #camp crystal lake #camp crystal lake killer #camp blood #pamela voorhees #mrs voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #reader insert #otherworldly anthology #writing challenge #my writing #slasher #slashers

[sonicringbond]

Sonic Ring Bond: The Journey: Scene 35

Welcome to the second half of the series’ first 2-parter. A shame I don’t really have anything very witty to open with for this one. Perhaps it’s because I find it a pretty light scene🤔 Regardless, I’ll let you decide for yourself after you read...

    Draw was a talented child all things considered. Though a child far from adulthood, he lived his life as a golem hunter and was generally successful. With the speed granted to him by Mote, it was likely he could best any number of golems and easily live a life dedicated to his occupation. However, his reliance on bow and arrow meant he was limited in how much damage he could do to a large number of golems in a short amount of time. If he were by himself this would be far from a problem as he was quite adept at making his own arrows, and they were frequently reusable. The only problem was retrieving them. A simple task with Sonic like speed, but it meant in this case leaving Rosy’s side.

    “Get away from her you stone dummies!”

    Trying his best to shoo away any golems that floated up over the ravine with his bow, Draw was pushed to his limits trying to collect his arrows. Challenging his efforts was an army of golems that covered the ruins and mountainside. The most troublesome however were the ones that drifted through the air, stone eyes that could fire beams of light at Draw more easily than he could return fire.

    “Why did you have to get sick now of all times, you weirdo girl!” Draw cried out in anguish as he gave up trying to do too much at once. Picking Rosy up as best as he could, he ran for all he was worth. “You’re way to heavy!”

    Had Rosy heard the complaint, she might have had a choice comment or two for the struggling koala, but her mind was far from her surroundings. The fevered sleep that held her fast from consciousness assured she would remain oblivious. Though it perhaps heightened other senses as her fever dreams provided her a unique opportunity, she was not quite sure how to handle.

    ~I’ve dabbled in so many different types of fortune telling because of how fun it is, but reading dreams is always kind of tricky. When people tell me about their dreams there’s always something missing to complete the picture. It’s not their fault of course, it’s hard to remember your dreams. It’s why reading my own are so hard too. Bu~t, hee-hee! Well, I’ve never had a dream like the one on these mountains.~

    “Hello?” Rosy asked the rolling fog before her in hopes that someone might have hid within. It did not answer her naturally, but a soft blue glow within caught her attention and she walked towards it.

    The fog swirled around Rosy as she walked, the blue glow seeming to stay just beyond her reach. “Maybe it’s moving away from me?”

    Lifting her head from where she had tilted it so that her finger pressed into her cheek, Rosy upped her pace. As she still failed to catch up, she puffed her cheeks up in frustration and pushed herself even harder. Still the glow eluded her, and she closed her eyes for a moment to touch on that golden glow within her. That semi-tangible representation of her Ring Bond with Sonic.

    Her intentions were to touch the source of her speed and bolt forward as fast as she possibly could, but as she opened her eyes, she instead had to dodge an attack.

    “Wah~!”

    The entity that attacked her was no larger than Sonic, but it had massive arch forming arms and a trail of light for a body. Had the blue glowing entity possessed a green gem where its arms met Rosy would have presumed it a golem. It had the same shape as one, bar a lack of legs making it resemble an anchor more than a biped.

    “What’s your problem!” Rosy asked it as she jumped back from another attack. A crackling of electricity behind her warned her of another attack from behind and she dove out of the way.

    “I didn’t do anything! No reason to be so mean!”

    Her frustrations served to redouble her efforts, and after rising to a three-point runner’s stance, Rosy shot forward for all she was worth. Her rapid acceleration created a vacuum in her wake and the fog was pulled into the space behind her.

    “Woah! It’s beautiful!”

    There was little time to marvel as more of the glowing anchor golems moved to intercept her, but with the fog behind her Rosy could plan a path forward. The shadowy mountain landscape seemed unreachable though, save the aroura-like road of light marked by columns of unending lightning. Covered in golems it was far from an idea choice, but Rosy could at least see herself making progress as she sped along the road.

    Higher and higher she climbed, and Rosy soon realized the mountains were beneath her. “This is weird. Am I dreaming?”

    A bolt of lightning tore through the heavens in the moment of her question and Rosy froze in place as she felt her life was clearly in danger.

    “Maybe this isn’t a dream… But I was with Sonic, Draw, and Mote. They’re not here, so this has to be–”

    “Come on big guy! Is that all you’ve got!”

    Sonic’s voice cut Rosy off and she turned to call out to him from wherever it was he was running.

    “Sonic!”

    Her voice was cheerful, but Rosy’s smile soon fell as she could not see Sonic anywhere.

    “Sonic?” Rosy questioned her surroundings and studied the darkness for any signs of Sonic. “Where are you!”

    Starting to run again, Rosy tried to wipe away the shadows and reach out to Sonic. As she feared though, the darkness was impenetrable, by herself at least.

    “Yeek!”

    A bolt of lightning descended from the shimmering blue aurora above her and for a moment she saw Sonic and the ruins he traversed. The motes of golden light that marked where Rings had been, and Sonic’s own transparency marked his signature Light Speed Dash, and she knew she missed actually seeing him. Before she could determine where he went however, the darkness flooded back in.

    “Hey! Don’t come back now! Sonic!”

    Turning to and fro, Rosy sought out any signs of him in the darkness but none could be found. “Come on! I just want to see Sonic!”

    Turning pleading eyes to the aurora above, Rosy’s silent prayer allowed her to see the shimmering figure of blue light that towered over the mountains. Instinctually she raised her hands to protect herself. She was not the skeletal giant’s target however and the next bolt of lightning it cast down from the aurora again illuminated Sonic.

    As it turned out, Sonic was not faster than light and he was tossed through the air by the impact of the lightning bolt. He was left unharmed for the most part however as the Rings he carried scattered about having absorbed the damage meant for Sonic.

    “Sonic!” Rosy yelled out and covered her mouth. But the darkness took him from view again and he was nowhere to be seen. Upon the aurora road it was only her, the golems that still floated up in pursuit of her, and the towering skeletal figure of light. As that was who summoned the lightning…

    “Hey! Leave Sonic alone!”

    With courage she always had to protect her friends, Rosy wasted no more time and sprinted full speed towards the towering entity. “You better not hurt him! I won’t forgive you if you do!”

    “The medium?” the entity asked and surprised Rosy as it turned to look down at her with eyes so much bluer and brighter than its body of light. Intense as they were, they did not obscure the wonder of the crystal rose held within the gyroscopic, clockwork device in its chest. “So weak a medium, yet you would manage to see me from your slumber, and with no catalyst.”

    “I don’t care about any of that!” Rosy yelled at the entity. “Just leave Sonic alone! You better to! I really won’t forgive you if you hurt him!”

    Rosy’s shouting and arm flailing seemed to not reach the attention of the entity. Instead, it held a hand to the device in its chest and turned its gaze towards the heavens higher than it.

    “Or perhaps this is your doing, Yoluku.”

    “Yo-loo-coo?” Rosy tried to pronounce the odd name and came to a stop, her eyes tracing up the entity and towards the highest heavens. There, as though hung like a jewel from the perpetual red bolt of lightning that arced from horizon to horizon, the little planet that always watched her hung in the sky fixated on her.

    ~Even in my dreams I can’t escape that dreadful little planet. It’s why I haven’t been sleeping. I just can’t with it always watching me. It’s so creepy! I wouldn’t even want Sonic looking at me like that. Tee-hee~♥ Though I wouldn’t mind if Sonic looked at me all the time! Though I probably couldn’t sleep then either.

    ~But this dream was maybe more special than I realized at first. It wasn’t just weird, it actually had a name for that little planet. It’s kind of hard to say though, so I’ll just call it Yolk for now! Maybe I’ll practice saying it properly, but… Hee-hee! It still creeps me out. But with a name, I’m sure once Sonic and I catch up with Tails or Zooey that we’ll be able to look it up and learn all about it! Even then, just knowing it has a name means I can tell it to let me sleep!~

Scene 35 · CLEARED Sonic & Rosy, to be continued

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And there we go, Rosy has learned the name of the planet in the sky and has decided to just call it Yolk XD. She’s so mature XD. Perhaps this scene was a little more than light, but I guess action scenes are kind of like that. I just hope it was enjoyable and that everyone will look forward to next time! Thank you!

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Special Thanks to Cutegirlmayra Story by @JoshTarwater/SonicFanJ Inspiring Song – One Last Kiss – Hikaru Utada – From Neon Genesis Evangelion: 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time

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#sonic the hedgehog #sonic fan fiction #sonic au #sonic au series #sonic ring bond #the journey #classic amy #amy rose #rosy the rascal #au amy #amy redesign #sonic oc #patch #draw the koala

[keelywolfe]

FIC: My Private Happiness ch.2 (baon)

Summary: Dealing with the world's bullshit is exhausting, especially when that bullshit includes Red's bro. Stretch and Edge finally went on a damn date and all Red can hope for now is they don't fuck it up, 'cause he's got his own shit to handle, thanks, lots and lots of handling.

Tags:  Kustard, Pre-Spicyhoney, Angst, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms,  Lemon Goodness

Notes:  

So now we can see the behind the scenes after  Pillars of Creation, Edge and Stretch’s first ’date’.

While those two were feeling there way through their emotions, Sans and Red were feeling their way through a little more literally. 😉

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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Someone was in his house.

Since the boss moved out, Red was gettin’ used to living on his own. Spending his morning kicking his way through trash and balled up socks, and his nights scarfing down fast food, leaving the wrappers to molder behind the sofa in between the days he headed over to his bro’s place to raid the fridge.

Tonight, he was full of Pap’s cooking…no, Edge, it was Edge now. Funny, innit, how easy it was to toss his own name into the trash, but his thoughts still slipped up sometimes when it came to his bro.

Point was, he didn’t have a little brother in his house to trip over anymore or demand he get his ass up and out to his sentry post ‘fore Undyne caught him slackin’. He lived on his own and he fucking well liked it.

So whoever it was that decided hangin’ out in his living room was a good life choice was gonna figure out what a mistake they’d made getting’ up this morning real fast.

Red kicked off his shoes on the doormat that his bro left when he moved out, not looking in the direction of that presence. He yawned, scrubbing an idle hand over his face, then he whipped around and sent out an attack, light on the intent but enough to get someone’s attention right quick. Turned out that any intent was a bad idea and weren’t they lucky-loos that Sans sidestepped the bones easily. Sans was a dick but that didn’t mean Red woulda been happy to bring him home to Papyrus in a jar.

“the fuck you doin’ in my house,” Red growled. The house was plenty warm, he kept the temp higher than when Edge was living here, but he kept his jacket on, shoving his hands into the pockets as he glared at Sans.

Not that it had any effect, course it fucking didn’t. Sans sidesteps dirty looks as easily as attacks, his grin mild and unoffended as he said, “you’re late. s’friday.”

Fuck him if it wasn’t. Friday was when they got together for their weekly review of the local gossips, plus whatever goods they needed to discuss outside of the Embassy’s listening walls, and Red woulda remembered that if it weren’t for the fact that Edge and Stretch were finally taking their first uncertain step towards the fucking that they should’ve been doing for ages now.

Eh, it was more than that, though, wasn’t it. If it were just fucking, Red wouldn’t give a shit. Something about the honey bun, though. Wasn’t real obvious, ‘cept to him and maybe Sans, but if he saw, Sans kept his cards tucked in close to his chest. Could only see it if you knew how to look right and it was kinda nice to take a peek at someone’s soul and see somethin’…nice, for a change. Somethin’ that could be good for his brother, if he could pry his skull out of his pelvis long enough to get ahold of it.

For Sans, all Red had was a one-shouldered shrug. “’bout the only new news i got is that edge and stretch finally went out tonight. my bro only just got home.”

Sans only looked all the more amused, his grin ticking upward on one side as he tucked hands into his hoodie pockets, turning himself into Red’s more saintly mirror image. Course, if anyone took the lack of demon eye lights and sharp teeth as a clue that Sans was on the side of the angels, they deserved what they got.

“sounds like the date didn’t go too bad then, huh?” Sans asked,

“heh. well, they didn’t fuck, if that’s what you were hopin’ for.” If Red were perfectly honest, that probably wasn’t on the table for a while yet. For all their vicious flirting, Edge never did show much of an interest in getting pelvic with anyone so far and Red was kinda hoping that wasn’t a dealbreaker for the honeybun.

“no one was laying odds on that,” Sans snorted. “they goin’ out again?”

“according to my bro’s phone record, they are.” And from what he saw, this time the date was Edge’s choice. Might have to keep an eye on that and make sure he didn’t invite the honey bun over for fucking crosswords or deep-cleaning the carpet, some shit like that. Didn’t have to get pelvic, but shit, Edge would have to do a little better to entertain Stretch. Speakin’ of pelvises… Red licked his teeth and asked, “you wanna talk about my bro’s dating habits or you wanna try somethin’ else? think it’s your turn, sansy.”

Anyone else might’ve tucked tail and ran at that little insinuation. Sans only shrugged and some people would call the gleam in his eye lights sadistic. Red wasn’t one of ‘em, but he still frowned when Sans said, easily, “could do both.”

Yeah, okay, they probably could, if they really fuckin’ had to and Red guessed they did, because he wasn’t about to let Sans win that one even if thinkin’ about his baby bro alongside sex about made his libido crawl back into his soul.

It was the work of minutes to get settled on the sofa, his shorts pulled down to the tops of his femurs and soon enough Sans’s head was bobbing in Red’s lap as he sucked his cock with lazy enthusiasm. Red sighed, setting a hand on the back of Sans’s skull. Not really guiding, just letting him make his way downtown, homeward bound, the magic of his formed mouth slick and his tongue cushiony plush as it wound around the shaft.

“know somethin’? if the honey bun hurts my bro, i’m gonna kill him,” Red said, with enough relish to top one of those cheap-ass hot dogs Sans was so fucking fond of. He couldn’t hold back a gasp as Sans hummed thoughtfully, choking out, “could do it easy. make it look like an accident, no one’d ever guess.”

Sans pulled off, licking his teeth and leaving behind a film of pink. “no, you won’t.”

“you sure?” Red teased. Abruptly, he remembered that Stretch put in an offer to Sans once for something like this. Probably only wanted some friendly touchy-feely, the honey bun leaned towards desperate the first few months after they got here, but it still happened, even if Sans told him no. He tried to pull Sans’s head back down, the cold air on his wet dick wasn’t exactly pleasant, but he resisted.

“course i’m sure.” Sans rolled essentially his entire face before he leaned down and swiped his tongue messily across the head of Red’s dick. “if you were making murder plans, you wouldn’t’ve told me.”

Huh. That made too much sense and Red sank back, disgruntled. “you blowin’ me or not?”

“guess if that’s the only two options, i’ll stick with column a.”

“i got your column right here,” Red grumbled. Sans’s chuckle was reduced to a low groan as Red pushed back between his teeth into the plush softness of his mouth. Hearing it made him itch for more, made him want to shove Sansy off and get him on his knees, tear those shorts off him and see how lazy he was when Red was riding him like a bastard, rutting against him while he choked out those little groans until they went strangled and whining.

But that ain’t the deal, is it.

Red let his head drop back, clenching his own groans back behind his teeth as Sans worked him with that sweet, hot mouth, and let his mind go blank.

He’d done enough thinking for one night.

-fin

#kustard #spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

[mysweetestcreature]

Tomorrow Never Knows (President!Harry) Chapter 11: Kiss Me

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Thursday November 27, 2008

“One more.”

“They’re probably wondering where we’ve gone!”

“Just one more, please.”

“We’ve already been here for more than half an hour.”

Harry tightens his hold around her waist, stroking her sides in soothing reciprocating motions as the pads of his fingers trace along the creases in her shirt. “Kiss me again,” he begs, burying his nose into the curve of her neck. For the first time in his life, he feels completely content. Words to describe it are beyond inconceivable, not a single phrase can do justice to sum it all up. He had tried to imagine what this would be like in the early hours of the morning before even the sun sets its alarm. And yet, none could have even come close to this feeling of bliss, a paradise of their own where everything around them is nearly nonexistent. 

The movement of his lips against her skin as they form into a cheeky smile is enough to send goosebumps up her spine. She runs her palms up his chest and lets her hands curl around his shoulders until her middle fingers hook together as they tangle through his brown curls. Her cheek presses up against the side of his head, and she can’t help that sense of relief that makes it feel like she’s floating. Having experienced such a burden of uncertainty from the very onset of their relationship (and yes, she means relationship in a romantic sense –– how could she not after tonight?) she would have never expected the accumulation of all those heartbreaks –– both big and small –– to transform into something as wonderful as this.  “Just one,” she giggles into his ear. “But then we really have to move it because I can’t imagine Mason being very happy that I’ve stolen his best friend away.” 

“It’s all I’m asking,” and he lifts his head up, dimples dressing his cheeks as he wriggles his eyebrows. “Now, c’mere.” 

Pulling her closer between his legs, he starts with small pecks along the underside of her chin. They become slower, more concentrated in certain areas as they move up and linger at the side of her mouth. His lips hover over hers, and he stares at them with half-hooded eyes. The way her lips part as they make subtle contact with each small movement of their heaving chests only makes this all the more enticing. 

Unable to dawdle at such a teasing phase for much longer, Harry closes the gap that separates them. It’s unhurried, nearly sensual. Two longing persons finding exhilaration as their lips move fluidly together as though it were second nature. The temperate flavoring of strawberry or cherry or something just as fruitful and sweet once again finds its way to coat the tip of his tongue and cause the ends of his mouth to curve up as he finds fulfillment in ravishing her like this.

She’s the first to pull away, pushing lightly against his chest just to catch a breath. He’s quick, however, to entertain her once more with one last suckle of her bottom lip. He isn’t sure when he’ll be able to kiss her again once they’ve joined the others downstairs, nor does he want to envision a time when they won’t be locked together and surprisingly uninterrupted by a chaotic world full of mountains and treacherous seas. 

“That was two!” she gasps, but the premature stages of a simper rebel against her, and she fails to display any mask of displeasure. “Don’t be greedy.”

“We can be as greedy as we want. We’ve waited an eternity for this to happen,” he counters before settling for a tight embrace as he stands from his sitting position on the bed. With his height now towering over her, he looks down and chuckles when she rolls her eyes at him. 

Y/n scoffs playfully and shakes her head. “I would barely consider two and a half months an eternity.”

“No?” he ponders thoughtfully, pressing another kiss to her temples. “Sure felt like it, though.”

***

Every moment thereafter is been filled with forcefully reserved and pining looks from across the room whilst Harry is doing his best to get back in a football state of mind (he’s only now realizing just how difficult this will all be once the season starts back up again), and Y/n attempts to answer questions about various piping techniques and flavor combinations.

“Where’d you run off to earlier?” Jeremy asks during a commercial break. He dips a hand into a snack bowl filled with Party Mix and tosses each cheesy piece into his mouth one by one. “For a second I thought you were going to miss the entire second quarter.”

Harry coughs as he tries to scratch the tickle in his throat. Before coming back down, they had agreed to keep it subdued in front of their families, especially when it’s all so new for the both of them. Besides, they’ve done what they had set out to do, there’s no wrong in wanting to keep it to themselves for a short while.

“Uh...” he drones, scratching the pointed part of his jaw. “We were just talking about organizing a study guide for finals.” 

Well, it isn’t a complete lie! He had quickly glanced down at a set of her study notes on her desk just as they were exiting the room, and he might have –– he can’t remember since he was too busy covering her shoulder in sweet, seemingly innocent little kisses –– suggested they collaborate on ones for the classes they share. (Come to think of it, he doesn’t recall an actual answer to the question either, the only thing his ears had heard were the sounds of her stifled giggles as he tickled her neck.) 

Thankfully, Jeremy seems to accept it without further question. The older man nods before taking a long gulp of iced tie from his officially licensed Packers tumbler. “That’s studious of you two. Good job!”

“Mhmm.” Harry bites his lips inward to hold in a snigger. Imagining the look on Jeremy’s face if he were to find out what they had actually been doing would probably regress everything in his eyes (but that’s just speculation for the time being). 

“Your turn, Harry!” Mason chirps, having just dropped his second red piece into the suspended grid. As Harry prepares to release his own yellow disc in the far-right column, the little boy is quick to stop him. “Don’t go there! Or you’ll lose again,” he pouts, and takes it upon himself to move Harry’s hand and hover it over the middle.

A soft coo sounds from Harry as he ruffles Mason’s hair. “Taking pity on me, eh?” he teases. 

“At least he lets you win,” Jeremy interjects, slumping forward with his knuckles pressed firmly into his cheek. He squints at his son with pursed lips. “Whenever I play with him, he sabotages my every move.”

“But Harry’s my best friend, Daddy! And friends always help each other.”

“I’m your father. I quite literally mad–”

“Honey, he’s six” from across the room, Olivia scolds her husband. “Save it for puberty.” She turns back in her chair, the three women around her unable to hide their amusement as she slaps her forehead at Mason’s hushed “What’s poo-berty?” behind her. 

“I remember when Harry was that age,” Anne gushes, a warm mug of cocoa sat in her lap as she recalls the past fondly. “He once poured out the entire fish tank into a river that flowed out back.”

“Be free fishies! I love you! Bye-bye!” Gemma mimics a young six-year-old Harry. 

Y/n giggles into her hands. She turns to the side hoping to catch his eye, only to find him blushing profusely into one of the decorative pillows. 

Falling for him could not have been easier.

***

Monday December 1, 2008

For the eighth time today, Harry feels more than grateful to have her locker only two down from his. It’s a convenience, really! He doesn’t have to search far for her in the mornings when he wants to give her a quick peck before they start the day, or just hug her because now he can without any looming doubts that he’s sorely pressed his luck. 

So, here he is, watching with soft eyes as she reorganizes all her textbooks and notebooks and folders alike. 

“Will you quit it?” she pokes his tummy. “I literally can’t concentrate when you’re looking at me like that all cute and British.” 

The last part makes him laugh, and he curls a finger along her chin. Taking a moment to examine their surrounds to make sure no one is being too intrusive (he thought he saw a junior raise an eyebrow at them earlier today), he tilts her head up and nudges his nose to hers. “I can’t just look at my gir–” but he cuts himself short when he realizes something. 

Now, there’s no questioning that this thing between them exceeds any form of platonic friendship. The real question is what the appropriate label for them would be right now without being too presumptuous or just moving too fast. 

“So, I’m your girl?” she smiles. 

“I guess that really depends if you want to be because if you ask me...” he starts, stepping forward, “I’m pretty much already your–”

“Y/n!” 

Both let out an annoyed sigh (Harry more so) as they hear his footsteps approaching from down the hall. She’d almost forgotten about this one little impediment with her mind having been preoccupied over the long weekend. But as Jasper moves waves to her, she’s suddenly reminded of everything she probably should have taken care of by now. She retreats so that her back is up against the cool metal surface. Harry starts to grumble a few colorful choice of words under his breath as he begrudgingly goes back to his locker. 

“Hey!” he greets and looks behind her to nod at Harry. “How was your Thanksgiving?”

“It was, um...” She darts her eyes towards Harry. “It was really eventful, really great” she chuckles nervously, and intrinsically slaps herself for making this more awkward than it needs to be. 

“I’m happy to hear that then.” She watches as he rummages through his bag. “Here, I got this for you,” and he pulls out a plush figurine. From behind, Harry glares menacingly at it, not finding any of this to be an ounce amusing. “My family and I went into the city this weekend, and I saw this and thought you’d like it.” 

“That’s so nice of you,” she says, taking the plush toy. “What-what is it exactly?” She looks up at him. 

“It’s a tarsier! They’re pretty popular in the Philippines.”

“Right! I can’t believe I didn’t catch that,” Y/n muses, staring into its big piercing eyes. “You know whose favorite animal this is?” He shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders. “Cici’s, she like obsessed.” 

“Cool, cool,” he replies enthusiastically, and she can tell he has more to say. “So, my mom was actually wondering what color your dress is gonna be so we can coordinate with my tie.” 

She glances over her shoulder to check on Harry, whose face is practically stuffed inside the alcove. “Formal...yeah, that’s a thing...isn’t it...uh...” she trails off, the body of the tarsier in her hands suffocating as she tries to find the right words. There’s no way she can go with him now, and she hates that she has to do this to him. After all, Jasper is a genuinely nice guy, and any girl would be lucky to be his date. It’s just she’s not that girl. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that, actually.” 

“Really? What about?” 

“This is really hard for me to say but I can’t–”

“Can’t decide whether to take photos at your place or hers.” 

Her mouth falls open when Harry appears at her side. Their eyes meet, his filled with something she’s unable to put her finger on. She doesn’t understand this, but as he places a hand on her back, giving her the opportunity to study his expression, she can practically hear his thoughts, believe me.

Jasper looks between the two of them. “Is that true?” he asks, and it seems open for either one to answer.

She gulps before snapping back. “Yeah, you know...we need a good background and everything.”

“Oh, uh...” he checks the time on his phone, “I’ll text you about it? I’m actually a little late for a meeting with Dr. De Angelo about my essay, but I’ll definitely get back to you!” 

He runs back down the way he came. 

It leaves Harry and Y/n to endure a painful silence. Neither opt to move. Feet stay glued to the floor as more and more students start to occupy the halls. She can’t help but feel a little betrayed, having honestly thought that they would be going to the formal together now that they’d cleared everything up. “Harry...” it’s barely above a whisper.

His hand slides around her hip before he carefully turns her around. “I should explain.”

“Please do.”

He sighs, his forehead falling unto hers. “Follow me.” And he takes her hand and hurriedly guides them up the far-right stairwell to the second floor. She wonders where this might lead, especially when they duck into one of the less used corridors that hold the building’s teacher’s lounge and stockroom. 

The last door on the left just beside an open window. He jiggles the knob before pushing against it with his shoulder. She squeezes his hand and her fingers curl around his bicep as she takes a peek at what he’s doing. Suddenly, the door creaks open to reveal an empty room. “In here,” he tells her, and pulls her in. 

It’s more or less what she expects from an unused room, a moderately large open space with school posters covering all four walls, a few long tables and a couch positioned diagonally in a corner.

“I did something stupid.”

***

“I’m sorry, but you what? I swear it never ends with you two!” Cici groans, head banging against the table. “How’re you gonna spend all of Thanksgiving making out and still go to this godforsaken dance with different people? It’s anti-intuitive! Literally insane!”

“Usually I’m not one to agree with Cici, but you guys really have exhausted my last functioning brain cell,” Maxxie joins in. “And I have a Geometry test in an hour, so if I fail that’s on your consciences.”

Mrs. Comey, the librarian, emerges from behind a shelf, a stern expression coating her pointed features as she gives the four of them a warning glare. 

Harry and Y/n sit opposite of their friends, her leaning into his side as he strokes along her arm. “It’s not like that was intentional,” she complains. “I was already going with Jasper and Harry had just asked...you know what? I don’t even want to say her name right now.” And she covers her face with her sleeve to hide her contempt. After a long talk –– so long, in fact, that they had missed homeroom and the entirety of first period US History –– they had come to a bittersweet agreement that they would stick to any prior commitment plans to avoid any (overly) ill-feelings with their respective dates.

“Hey,” he whines, trying to get her to look at him, “you said you weren’t mad!”

“Honestly, if you were my boyfriend and you asked the girl that had continuously tried to steal you from me to a major school function –– even before we officially got together –– I’d be pretty pissed too.”

“Thank you, Cici,” huffing, Harry shoots her daggers with his eyes, “for that wonderful assessment.”

Cici massages her temples. “Just tell me why –– out of all the girls at this school –– would you choose Zoey as a rebound? The actual devil incarnate!”

“Don’t harass him,” Y/n pleads, playing with his fingers. There’s no use dwelling on something they seemingly have no command over. “Yeah, it sucks that we won’t be going together, but at least after it we can move on from this.” At least they’d resolved the most significant issue, making this little bump in the road to be almost trivial, right?

“Y/n’s right,” Maxxie agrees, falling back in his chair. “It could be worse. He could be taking Zoey to prom.”

***

They take Harry’s bike to Ruben’s right after dismissal. He enjoys this even more now that the faint restrictiveness from the first time is delightfully gone, and instead it just feels so completely natural to have her so close, and now with an added bonus of being able to kiss her fully. 

Because now that he thinks about it, not a whole lot has actually changed besides that. Sure, they’re probably thrice as affectionate now than they were a  month ago, or even at the beginning of last week. It really only was a matter of time! 

“Halfsies on the roast beef and swiss, and a strawberry milkshake?” It’s their usual order starting from the first time they’d eaten here all the way back in September. They order it every time without fail as though tradition. 

“Yeah, sounds good,” she sings, “but can we get mozzarella sticks too? Maxxie ate like half my lunch when we told them, so I’m a lot hungrier than usual.” She snorts out loud, closing her menu and placing it on the table.

Harry looks up at their waiter. “... and add some mozzarella sticks. Thanks, man.”

Comfortably, they sit and enjoy the song playing from the jukebox. Someone with excellent taste had just chosen Landslide by Fleetwood Mac, and Harry wraps his arm around her shoulders as he hums along to the chorus. “...built my life around you. But time makes you bolder, children get older...”

“You should sing more,” she encourages, pecking his cheek, “you have a really nice voice.”

He lets out an airy chuckle. “I guess you have to say that now.”

“Shut up, that’s not it!” she gasps, lightly smacking his chest. “I mean it.” She raises her hand to cup his cheek and uses her thumb to wipe away a fallen lash. Peering back at him, she smiles shyly. It’s almost strange, being able to do something like that so freely and without having to think twice. The way they’ve already managed to fall into this with such ease will never fail to astonish her.  

Overcome with the sound of his heart’s tune, he surges forward to press his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. “I really, really like you,” he breathes as they pull apart just as their order arrives. “And I’m so happy this is finally happening.”

“Me too,” she says, pulling him back for one more.

For a moment she’s completely distracted by a basket of decadent fried mozzarella. She takes her favorite of the bunch –– the one that has the most cheese oozing from the tips –– and takes a bite, pulling it away to test the stretch. He takes the opportunity to ask a burning question.

“So, earlier at the library,” he starts, sounding as ambiguous as possible as he picks up a fry from the side of their plate. “Do you remember what Cici said?”  

Her eyes narrow on him as she tries to think. Could he be referring to before or after she’d scolded them for stressing her out more than any upcoming exam? Or maybe when she’d called them lunatics for formal? “Cici said a lot of things today, Harry.”

“Well, there was this one thing that I’ve been thinking about all day” And he dips that fry into a pool of ketchup and layers it in his mouth. He muses to himself as he savors the crispy yet fluffy texture. “And I feel like it’s kind of urgent.” He shoots her a wink.

“Don’t leave me guessing then,” she pouts, swatting his hand away when he goes for another fry.

“It’s just that she called me your boyfriend,” he smirks, sitting back and waiting for it to fully marinate between her ears. 

Her lips quirk to the side as she lies back and rests her head on his shoulder, then cranes her neck to gaze up at him. “She did say that, didn’t she?” 

“She did.”

***

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[alloveroliver]

Sirius x MC “Road Side Assistance”

Smut: Sirius Oswald

Modern AU; Body Modifications 

Kink: Sex outdoors and in a car.

WC: 2,827

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

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Sirius pressed the gas pedal harder, making their convertible fly down the 99 highway. Alice lifted her eyes to the night sky, wind whipping through her hair as the bright stars twinkled peacefully. Sirius had one hand on the wheel, and the other on her thigh. The lowered top exposed them to the elements of the outside world, and Alice was able to appreciate the scenic route he decided to take.

Their ultimate goal, a family owned cabin in the woods, would be waiting for them by the lakeside. The road trip took them hours outside of any major city, far away from the hustle and bustle.  Alice took a deep breath of fresh cedar winds, gulping in the crisp cool air that blew past them. The lack of cell reception this far out proved to be a blessing. Another long call from an estranged relative congratulating them would force Alice to toss her phone off the nearest cliff.

She and Sirius would have the whole week to themselves. No neighbors or friends were dropping by unexpectedly. She rolled her eyes at the memory of his old army buddies crashing their romantic dinner last weekend to take him out and celebrate. No, this week they would be able to focus on each other entirely. There would be so many places to christen — new rooms and locations to explore to make x-rated memories.  She smirked at the daydreams that danced into her head, knowing full well Sirius would make every fantasy in her mind come true.

Sirius squeezed his hand on her leg tickling her slightly. Alice yelp as she jumped from the sensation. Her hand came up and smacked his arm playfully. He cut his dark plum eyes at her with a sly grin.

“Is something on your mind?” He inquired, inching his brow up.

Her gaze moved to her side window, peering at the rolling hills that hid the stars behind their massive peaks. Most of her hair was tied back in a low ponytail to prevent her do from becoming that of a tornado. Sirius must have seen the devious look in her eyes while she was fantasizing about him. Maybe a small tease would add some harmless fun to this elongated drive.

“Nothing in particular, why?” She smirked, pulling the edge of her skirt up a fraction of an inch. Her smooth thigh reflected in the starlight, tantalizing the older man.

Sirius wore a wide grin, quietly focusing on the road ahead. His fingers on her thigh began traveling higher, tracing patterns in her supple skin.

“You looked like you were mulling over a deep thought.” He answered politely.

“Just happy to be out here with you, all alone. That's all. This week is going to be fun with just the two of us.” Alice sent him a flirty wink.

With a warm chuckle, Sirius’ shoulders shook. With that, his hand trailed further up her thigh leaving warmth every place he touched. Alice pressed her lips together to hide her smile, nudging her legs apart to allow him to meet his goal. His nail scraped the line of her panties at the junction of her thigh and core. He snapped the elastic, then ran his knuckle over the think fabric down her slit.

Each gentle stroke of his finger, Alice’s heart beat faster. She relaxed her head back on the seat, resting her legs. The car sped up as he teased her clit through the thin veil. Heavy breaths melted into sighs. Alice moved her palm over his forearm, sliding up towards his elbow. Her fingers traced the intricate flower pattern that inked his skin.

She knew every tattoo well, what they were from and what each one symbolized. Most represented multiple meanings. Being well versed in flower language, they signified both events and what that particular event meant to him. She traced the thorns on the red rose behind his elbow, representing his failed flower business in the city where they met. She moved to the two twined daffodils, tracing the white petals that symbolized their new start together.

Pressure to her clit pulled a loud gasp from her. Sirius ran circles over her swollen nub double time. Her fingers dug into his inked arm, a low groan resonating in her chest. Her pussy throbbed at his ministrations, arousal building the longer he focused on her sensitive bundle.

“Are we almost there?” She gasped out urgently, pinching her eyes shut, and pushing her head back into the seat.

“Not quite, another hour or so.”

“Dammit,” She hissed, moving her hips back, attempting to close her legs.

His fingers never left her core, teasing her even when she tried to move out of reach. A strand of her hair came loose from her tie, whipping around her face rapidly. The sound of the engine roared as he sped up, coming to a straight-away.

“I’ve never known you to be bashful.” A huge smile crinkled the edges of his eyes.

“I’m not shy. I just don’t want to be teased the entire way to the cabin…” She desperately bucked her hips toward his hand.

“Hm,” He hummed, winking in her direction.  “Glad to hear it.”

Sirius pushed her panties to the side, dipping his finger into her molten core. Her pussy readily accepted the intrusion, clenching needily around the digit. Alice relaxed, lips parting as her moans were drowned out by the rushing winds.

Heat pooled in her fluttering cunt, faster than usual. Alice realized how pent up she was this whole weekend. The large gathering of people was ultimately fun, but exhausting. Too much cake and way too many conversations at once made her grateful to the quiet week that lay in front of them.

Her legs began to shake, the leather of the seat became stuck to her heated thighs causing the fabric to squeak with each movement. Sirius' drenched finger slipped out, running over her engorged clit. Sirius kept his eyes forward as if he hadn’t a care in the world. The brisk night air tousled his asymmetrical hair, whipping the longer pieces around the side of his head.

“S-Sirius!” Alice moaned urgently.

He smirked anew, keeping one hand on the wheel while he looked on to the open road. “Yes, little lady?”

“Pull over!” She yelled over the blowing winds, bucking her hips against his skillful finger.

He didn’t. Instead, he added pressure to Alice's core. Her wanton moans filled the air, Alice writhed as the pleasure washed over her. Her hand gripped his arm tight while her cunt pulsed hard with the release. He slowed down the pad of his finger assaulting her clit, waiting for her grip on his arm to go slack.

When she relaxed, he brought the digit to his lips, keeping eye contact with her as he cleaned her arousal from his skin with his tongue. He placed both hands on the wheel as she glanced back at the road — the wind from the outside wicked away any sweat that tried to bead up on her brow.

“Take your panties off.” He ordered in a gravelly voice.

Quickly, Alice obliged. Tugging the sticky fabric from her skin, she pushed it down to her ankles. Alice thought for a moment where to put them, they were positively drenched and leaving them out in the open was out of the question. She could stuff them in the cup holder but ultimately decided to toss them right out of the car. The wind took the thin fabric far behind them, letting it fall into the grass.

Sirius shook his head with a laugh.

“What? They were soaked anyway. I have plenty packed away in my suitcase.”

She traced the petals of the sunflower the was inked into his upper arm. Suddenly Sirius jerked the car off to the side of the road, kicking up dust when he slammed on his breaks. Alice’s eyes grew wide, watching him pull the keys out and toss them on the driver's seat he hurriedly left the vehicle.

She tucked loos hair behind her ear, watching him trudge around the small car. The night air blew gently through the trees next to them, sending air in waves over the grass. Sirius pulled her door open and placed his knee right between her thighs. Leaning down, he tugged up the waistband of her skirt to expose the puffy lips between her legs.

“I want you, Alice.”

She gazed around at the field behind them, “Right here, on the side of the road?”

He nodded, eyes darkening the closer his lips came to hers. Alice was used to his typical behavior from him, acting as if everything were normal while millions of desires pelted his mind. Warm lips pressed against her jaw, teeth nipping at the column of her neck. Alice’s gyrated her hips into his knee, gasping while he nipped at her collar bone.

Her hand cupped the bulge in his pants, squeezing his hard erection through the fabric. Sirius’ let out a low rumble, vibrating through her skin as he kissed below her ear. His fingertips tantalized her thighs, and his knee pushed into her cunt harder.

Alice pulled the zipper to his pants down, the sound echoing in the quiet night. Popping the button lose, Alice pulled the jean material down his deliciously cut hips. Sirius nipped at her lobe, groaning as his cock sprung free from the confines. Pushing his t-shirt up, she kissed the underside of his bellybutton. Another kiss lower, then lower until her lips met the base of his cock.

Leaning forward her thighs squeezed against the leather. His knee was just enough friction to keep her from going mad, but not enough to evoke another peak of desire. Grinding her mound on his leg, she licked the shaft of his cock ever so slightly, like a snake testing the air.

Moving her teasing tongue to the underside of his cock, she met with the piercings that lined his shaft. Four metal bars lined his dick in the shape of a ladder. Alice’s snake-like tongue taunted each one of them, listening to him sigh each time she licked the sensitive skin.

The area around the bars were hypersensitive. Alice focused her attention on them, noticing the beading precum well up from the head. She concentrated on the first piercing, pressing a deep kiss upon it. Sirius sucked in a sharp breath, resting his head on the back of the seat. The moans that began to escape him sent thrill straight to Alice’s core.

She was proud to have evoked such emotion from him. These sounds were hers, and she earned each and every one of them. Traveling down the ladder to the next piercing, she nipped at the raised skin. The precum beaded too much, and it dripped over the edge running down the metal accessories sensually. Alice’s bit her lip, holding the shaft of his cock, and pumping her hand shallowly while she watched his apparent desire dribbled down his decorated cock.

Before it could drip to the ground, Alice locked eyes with her lover, licking his member clean. She traced every bar to make sure she got it all, teasing him relentlessly. He was patient though, letting her arouse him further instead of a quick release.

Her pouty lips sucked the head of his cock, tongue swirling eagerly over the ridge. Sirius placed his hand on the car frame, holding himself upright. She began taking him further, rocking her hips into his leg. She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing them. The open road was empty the whole evening especially when they turned on this winding side street.

His large hand began to roam her body, caressing her curves until he settled on her breast. He pushed the fabric of her shirt down, pinching and rolling the pert nipple in between his fingers. Alice moaned onto his cock as his fingers elicited more pleasure from her.

Alice took his member to the back of her of her throat, bobbing her head with long licks. Her lips and tongue slid over the bars, making him jerk his body toward her. Teeth scraping the topside of his cock, Sirius let out a low grown tossing his head up to the inky black sky.

“That’s…” Sirius huffed, moving his hand under her jaw. “That’s enough of that.”

Alice removed his cock from with a wet pop, looking up at him through thick lashes. He moved his knee away from her core and held out his hand to her. The night air blew onto her cheeks, cooling the deep blush that stained them.

She took his hand, standing on wobbly legs. He held her up, leaning her against the open door of the car. His eyes glittered with lustful yearning. Alice never had any doubt Sirius loved her, and he proved himself time and time again never giving her a reason to doubt him. Even if he didn’t say it often, she knew it.

He propped up her leg on the door handle, exposing her pussy to him readily. His member slid against her slick core, prodding her entrance then teasing her needy clit. He captured her lips in a deep kiss. His tongue easily gained entry from the part in her lips.

Every time she thought he would enter, he’d back out again. He teased her, but the friction to her clit felt so good she could hardly argue, that is until her patience ran low. The wind blew hard, whistling through the trees and rustling up his brown locks.

“Stop playing around, Sirius.”  She pulled at the fabric of his shirt. “Fuck me.”

Sirius hummed, hovering his lips above hers. “Whatever my wife wants, she can have it.” His hips bucked against her center.  

The car lurched with the shifting weight of their bodies. Alice’s shook her head with a quiet giggle, and her hand cupped his cheek lovingly.  

“That sounds so strange still,” She beamed up at him, her demeanor changing instantly at her new title.

“Then I’ll have to say it so often it becomes normal.” He sighed. He pressed his forehead to hers briefly, before kissing her once more.

Their nuptials, being less than 24 hours ago, made the title of ‘wife’ seem far too new to use yet. She smiled into the kiss, hands tugging on his arms. She supposed they had all week to try out their new titles, using the new label as often as they could until it was a natural as breathing.

He teased her again, but only for a moment to gain her attention. She relaxed her body, and Sirius thrust his cock deep into her with one smooth stroke. Alice gasped at the sudden fullness, her walls stretching around his girth. Her foot slipped on the gravel making her eyes go wide.

“Hang onto me” Sirius patiently waited for her to wrap her arms tightly around his neck.

Once she was secured, Sirius set a rapid pace. His hips snapped into hers, fucking her boundlessly into the open car. She didn’t think her honeymoon would be off to such a great start. They weren’t even able to make it to their destination without keeping their hands off one another. His fingertips dug into her skin, thrusting harder the louder she moaned.

The whole car moved with them, jerking forward with the force of his advances. Her pussy began to quiver around his cock helplessly. Another heat began to pool low in her abdomen, and Alice knew she wouldn't last long like this.

The sound of evening crickets chirping began, the telltale sign that the sun would be up soon. Alice lost herself in the bliss, relaxing further against him. At some point Sirius picked up her other leg, boundlessly fucking her into the door. They were still a ways away from their destination, but Alice reveled in the moment without worry. They were on vacation for the next week, to indulge in one another, finally as husband and wife.

Alice moaned into the night air as her husband thrusts stuttered. He panted heavily, sighing as her cunt clenched around him.

“F-Faster, I’m close!” She gasped, holding his neck tighter.

Sirius met her request, fucking her faster and harder than before. He held her thighs apart, letting her ass rest on the door while thrusting erratically. The clenching turned into a pulse around his dick, and Alice cried out into the night. With her legs shaking, and toes curling she let the waves of pleasure wash over her.

The honeymoon was off to a good start, she thought. Sirius set her legs down carefully, making sure she was balanced before he let her go. His head found the crook of her neck, panting breathlessly.

“Just one more hour. Do you think we can  make it?”

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Thank you @sleepyfoxspirit for the Sirius request! I hope you like the prompt!!! Ily! <3

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[crazy-little-cool-cat]

Hand in Glove - Chapter 7 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: I’m not sure you’re all ready for this. I’d like to dedicate this chapter to Kate, who inspired this shitshow (Alex and Julia this is for you, too). Ben and Gwil posted shit on IG and my ovaries are not ok. 

Word count: ~3.5K

Warnings: Emotional fucking rollercoaster. There will be smut. There will be fluff. There will be angst. I’M NOT EVEN SORRY.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

“Do we have any condoms left?” Annie breathed out as Ben covered every inch of her neck in sloppy, wet kisses.

“No,” Ben mumbled against her skin, his hands working their way down her torso, “don’t worry about it…”

Annie wasn’t sure if she was too drunk or just too damn horny, but whatever Ben was doing to her seemed to make her forget her own name. With a leg on each side of her, Ben sat back on his heels and admired the body in front of him, pulling his lip in between his teeth as he imagined all the things he can, and probably will, do to her. Condoms be damned.

With nothing but their knickers on and pure admiration shining in their eyes, they looked like a poster for some underwear company. Ben’s muscles rippled under his skin as he moved down to kiss Annabelle’s plump, red lips. Her breath hitched when Ben’s hand snaked under the waistband of her panties and his warm palm cupped her groin. His fingers trailed lines, up and down, teasing her, making her grind into his hand.

Travelling down the column of her neck, Ben’s fingers edged their way into her slit, collecting the warm slickness of her on them. Her back arching, Annabelle tangled her fingers in his mop of blond hair while he sucked on her tit, his tongue circling her hardening nipple. At a gentle tug of her hand in his hair, Ben looked up at her flushed face, smiling devilishly. He inserted one finger into her, never breaking eye contact, and worked her other nipple, feeling her squirm under him.

“Take them off already,” Annabelle grunted and shimmied her hips, “do I have to do everything myself around here?”

“Say no more,” Ben chuckled and swiftly ripped her panties right off her body, raising an eyebrow at her shocked gasp, “I’ll buy you new ones.”

“Jesus, Ben!”

Giggling, he worked his way down her body with his mouth, settling comfortably between her legs, bringing her thighs to rest on his shoulders. With his fingers firmly pressed to her hipbones, Ben wasted no time in getting to the point. His tongue licked up her wet pussy, flicking against her clit. Annabelle propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at her blond angel while he devoured her, her mouth agape with desire.

“I need your cock in my mouth,” Annie murmured, her hips bucking up to Ben’s face. Her request only egged Ben on. He went about his task with an intensity she didn’t know he had in him. The only thing coming out of her mouth now were gasps and moans, “Ben, please.”

He gave her one last lick, his tongue flat against her, before he leaned back up and shoved his tight boxers down his legs, kicking them off. Annie crawled on all fours, flipping her long hair back over her shoulder, before she settled in front of him. She glanced up and smiled when she saw his chin shining in the dim light from the wetness he had collected. Leaning in, her warm breath washed over him.

Ben gulped when her tongue darted out and licked along the vein from the base of his shaft to the very tip. Swirling her tongue around it, she took him in her mouth and moaned around him when his hands picked her hair up in a ponytail. Annabelle cupped his balls in one hand and pulled his hips closer to her face with the other, hollowing her cheeks and rolling her tongue under his twitching cock. A deep moan escaped his mouth when her nose bumped his pelvis, his grip on her hair tightening and tugging with every bob of her head.

Ben started pumping his hips into her face, controlling the pace. Hissing and grunting, Ben felt like he had died and reached heaven and this was his welcome party. He couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful face under him, the swollen red lips around his cock made his mouth water. He needed those lips to be everywhere, all at once. Annie reached down and started rubbing slow, lazy circles around her clit, her moans vibrating around him.

“Fuck,” Ben grunted and pulled his hips back, before he pushed Annie back and laid flush on top of her, pushing his hips against hers as he hungrily kissed her lips, “fuck, Annie.”

“I want to.”

Ben was so hard by now that he didn’t need anymore coaxing and guiding. Snaking an arm under her back and pulling her closer, he penetrated her, screwing his eyes shut at the feeling of her wrapped around him.

“Ben,” Annie grabbed his face in her hands, “I’m not on the pill.”

“Me neither.”

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Annie tried be as quiet as she possibly could, considering the circumstance. It was the middle of the night. Ben was sound asleep in his bed, Frankie cuddled up to his bent feet. Annie has not been feeling very well for a couple of days now; waking up in the middle of the night running desperately for the toilet. She even ended up falling asleep with her head resting on the toilet seat.

This time she actually managed to fully close the door behind her before her stomach turned into an erupting volcano, so she let herself heave a bit louder. Still, she’d hate to wake Ben up. She heard a light scratching at the door and sighed, knowing Frankie was just worried about her new gal-pal.

“Alright, baby girl,” Annie whispered as she opened the door, crawling around on her hands and knees, “but you have to be quiet, okay? Daddy’s sleeping.”

Just the other night, Frankie had a complete meltdown when she found Annie bent over the loo, emptying her guts out. She barked and yelped and woke Ben up, and he was beside himself with concern. Annie let one hand dangle over the edge of the toilet and smiled when Frankie licked it comfortingly.

“Annie? Franks?” Ben’s sleepy, croaky voice called from the bedroom, “s’everything okay?”

“It’s fine, Ben,” Annie tried to sound normal but her voice was too strained, “just had a bad dream, getting some water.”

“Bad dream?” Ben shuffled around the bedroom and appeared in the doorway to the en-suite bathroom, his hair sticking up in all directions and his face squished with sleep, “why are you hugging the loo, then?”

“Just felt a bit queasy,” Annie forced a smile, “is all.”

“You sure?” Ben rubbed his eyes sleepily, “maybe you should see a doctor? Call in sick?”

“I’m fine, Ben,” Annie grumbled as she got up to her feet, “let’s go back to bed.”

“Are you -”

“I’m fine. Really.”

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Her head was about to implode. After having the worst day on set and hardly any sleep, Annie simply wasn’t okay with what the guys had planned for Joe’s birthday party. She knew it would be ridiculous, but she had no idea just how bad it could get.

The private room in the karaoke bar was now full of drunk people, trying to sing their favourite songs on a little stage - and failing, mostly. There was a huge screen splayed out on the wall, showing the lyrics and some bad scenery video clips. The disco ball hanging from the ceiling turned slowly, casting sparkles down on the entire room. Brightly coloured lights flickered around. Drinks were everywhere. Everywhere but in Annie’s desperate tummy.

“At least have one drink,” Ben was just about to reach his incoherent drunk state, “for me? Please?”

“No, Ben,” Annie scowled, “I told you, I’m trying not to puke again tonight.”

“Again?” Gwil peeked over the top of Annabelle’s head, “you mean it’s still going on? Annie, it’s been, what,” he scoffed, “around a week, now?”

“How do you even…” Annie started turning around and whipped her head back to Ben’s smiling face, “really, Ben?”

“They asked how you were doing,” Ben shrugged.

Joe collapsed on Ben’s lap and wrapped his arm around his neck, gazing romantically into his eyes as he serenaded to him. He whacked the microphone on Ben’s head a few times when he felt like Ben wasn’t paying attention. Annabelle and Gwilym looked at the two drunks and sighed.

“You know, you’re kind of ‘the other woman’ in this whole situation,” Annabelle wiggled herself under Gwilym’s inviting arm.

“Coming from a professional on-screen mistress,” Gwil pinched her side, “I’d take that as a compliment.”

“Okay, okay!” Ben managed to get up on his feet and grabbed the microphone, “s’my turn!”

Annie’s eyes widened in anxious anticipation as her boyfriend fiddled with the karaoke machine, perusing through the song selection. She figured he’d probably return Joe’s gesture and sing for him. The thought itself made her relax, ever so slightly. She recognised the song Ben chose within the first three seconds and rolled her eyes.

“Doesn’t take much to make me happy, and make me smile with glee,” Ben and Annabelle’s eyes locked, “never never will I feel discouraged, ‘cause our love’s no mystery…”

Annabelle groaned and shrinked back into Gwil, realising that Ben was about to get very awkward. His lack of shame after the right amount of drinks would usually go unnoticed by her when she’s just as drunk. This, however, was clearly not the case in point.

“Demonstrating love and affection, that you give so openly yeah” Ben’s head nodded to the beat, his clenched fist extended out and slowly pulled back in, coming to a stop right on his chest, “I like the way you make me feel about you baby, want the whole wide world to see!”

Moving his entire body to the song now, Ben walked towards a very embarrassed Annie, synchronised with the beat, singing “Whoa whoa, you got the best of my love…”

While Ben attempted to sing the chorus on key, Joe hurriedly scrambled to his feet and grabbed a spare microphone. Everyone’s palms immediately hit their faces. They all knew what was coming. Without exchanging a single word, the two belligerent fools turned Ben’s solo to a hopeless duet.

“Goin’ in and out of changes,” Ben pointed at his girlfriend as she peeked at him from behind her fingers, “the kind that come around each day…” Ben’s smile was so contagious, she couldn’t help but mirror it, “…my life has a better meaning, love has kissed me in a beautiful way!”

Ben and Joe managed to get through the chorus without sounding too awful. Annabelle looked at her boyfriend in awe, realising he would do anything he could to make her smile. He kneeled down in front of her as he carried on serenading her and took her hand.

“Demonstrating sweet love and affection, that you give so openly yeah,” Ben winked at Annie, making her burst into a fit of giggles, “The way I feel about you baby can’t explain it - want the whole wide world to see!”

Annie wasn’t sure when or how it happened, but she was singing along to the lyrics. She was having fun in a karaoke joint, without having a drop of alcohol in her system. Suddenly, her bad day was all but forgotten, and all that remained was her incredibly drunk boyfriend and his quite decent singing voice.

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“Well, you look like shit.”

Annie rolled her eyes at her co-star’s comment and sat down in her chair in the hair and make-up trailer. It has been nearly two weeks since her nightly trips to the loo have started, and she was sleep deprived, sick and tired.

“Will you please just shut it?” Annie snapped, “for once?”

“Unbunch your knickers, love,” Jamie reached over and poked her shoulder with his fingers, “I was just kidding.”

“Well,” Annie shot him a death glare, “you need to work on your jokes, then.”

“Sorry, geesh,” Jamie muttered, “what’s got you looking so drained?”

“Just feeling a bit sick,” Annie shrugged, “is all.”

“Still?” Jamie chuckled, “maybe you’re pregnant.”

“What did I just say about working on your jokes,” Annie grabbed the nearest object and threw it at Jamie, “you wanker!”

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“Jesus, Annie, are you okay?”

Ben peered over Annie’s shoulder as he held her hair back and rubbed her back soothingly while she emptied the contents of her stomach, once again. This was just over the second week that it happened, and Ben was getting genuinely concerned. People don’t just hurl every single day for two weeks. Annie pressed her forehead to her forearm and wiped the side of her mouth.

“I think I just ate too much fried food,” she was weak after praying to the porcelain gods, yet again. She wished this would just stop. “Or just had something bad for dinner?”

“Yeah, but for two weeks now?” Ben couldn’t help but laugh, “what did you eat, woman?”

“Please don’t mention eating right now,” Annie whimpered, feeling another wave coming, “could you maybe get me some water?”

“But then who will hold your hair back and tell you how gorgeous you look with your head down the crapper?”

“Ben, I swear to God -”

“I’m just joking,” he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head and let her hair fall from his grip, “calm down.”

Their phones bleeped at the same time, making them both groan. It has been just over two months since they ‘came out’ as being in a relationship and the articles just wouldn’t stop. The tabloids were so desperate to create love triangles that just didn’t exist. Frankly, Ben and Annie were getting very fed up with being the talk of the day.

“Just ignore it,” Ben shrugged, “one glass of water, coming right up.”

“Thanks.”

When she was certain Ben had left the bathroom, Annie reached for her phone and unlocked the screen.

“I thought I told you to ignore it!”

“Yes, and it was a nice thought,” Annie tilted her head sideways, still feeling spent, “but then I thought I might as well ignore you, instead!”

“What is it now, then?” Ben passed her the glass of water, “are you dating your own cousin behind my back?”

“He should be so lucky,” Annie giggled and took a long, slow, sip, feeling the cool water travel down her throat, “no, actually. It’s just us two, this time.”

“Oh, good,” Ben kissed Annie’s temple, “come back to bed now?”

“How much longer do we have?”

“My alarm will go off in exactly two and a half hours.”

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“Just pee on the fucking thing already!”

Annabelle’s nostrils flared as she looked at Clara’s furrowed face. This isn’t the first time they have been in this situation, neither is it the last. The two girls stood in Gwilym’s guest bedroom, feeling like it’s deja-vu. With a groan, Annabelle snatched the rectangular cardboard box and stomped to the adjoining loo, slamming the door behind her. Clara jumped back at the loud ‘boom’ and started pacing the room, making little eight-figures as she nervously waited.

“Clara?”

“Yeah?”

“Has it been 5 minutes?”

“Yeah.”

“Stupid bitch!” Annabelle hissed and opened the door, chucking the white stick at Clara, “I am a stupid, stupid bitch!”

Clara flipped the stick over and blinked, gobsmacked. She gently placed the stick on the dresser and left the room quietly. Not long after, she came back, Gwil at her heels.

“What?” Gwil’s eyes darted between the two eerily quiet girls, “what’s wrong?”

Clara pointed at the stick on the dresser with one hand, the other biting down on her nails nervously. Gwil raised an eyebrow but picked the stick up. He shook it a few times as if it was an Etch-a-Sketch, flipping it around, hitting the dresser with it.

“Annie,” Gwil tried to keep his voice nice and calm, “are you sure you did it right?”

“I peed on the thing and that’s what came out, Gwil,” Annie whisper-screamed, “so yeah, pretty bloody sure!”

“Fuck,” Gwil rubbed his face with his hands, “alright, okay. This might be a mistake. How many of these did you pee on?”

“Seriously, Gwil?!”

“How many?”

“Just this one.”

Gwilym nodded quietly and left the room, leaving Annie and Clara alone. Seconds later, he came in with Jamie in tow.

“So, there’s a situation,” Gwil started. Jamie’s eyes scanned the three worried faces before  his gaze landed on an all too familiar white stick.

“Uh oh.”

“I’m going to have to ask you to go ahead and buy a few more of these, please,” Gwil spoke in a hushed voice, “right now.”

“Wow,” Jamie chuckled and looked at a very unamused Annie, “this brings back some memories.”

“This is not the fucking time, Jamie,” Clara snapped and lowered her voice again, “just go, please?”

“Where’s Jamie going?” Joe sauntered into the room, a bottle of beer in his hand, “what are you all whispering about?”

“Nothing! Everything’s fine!” Clara snapped out of it first and tried to make her voice as chipper as possible.

“Yeah, Annie’s just feeling a little squeamish,” Jamie said, unaware of the fact that he’s waving the white stick around as he spoke.

“Jamie you fucking idiot!” Annie hissed and drew even more attention to the man.

“Is that -”

“I’ll get to it, then!” Jamie saluted the group with the stick and walked out, leaving a baffled Joe in his wake.

“Was that a -”

“It was.” Gwil answered before the question was completely out there.

“Whose…”

“Take a wild guess.”

“Clara?” Joe asked hopefully.

“By whom?!” Clara snorted, “the holy bloody ghost?!”

“How much time do we have?” Annie sounded utterly defeated.

“Ben won’t get here for another hour.”

“Okay then,” Annie’s eyes were closed as she pinched the bridge of her nose, her other hand gripping the door frame, “I’m going to need lots of water. Now.”

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Timers were dinging left and right. White sticks littered the bathroom floor. Every time Annie picked one up, she felt less and less mentally stable.

“Banana?” Gwil’s comforting voice came from behind the door, “everything alright?”

“It’s open, you can come in.”

Gwil’s head peeked through the door. His face fell when he saw Annie’s broken expression, right in the midst of all of the discarded kits. There she was, sitting back on her heels, on the floor, her hands buried in her hair, gently pulling at it.

“Are they all…”

“Yes.”

“Is it horrible that I’m actually really happy for you?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to tell him?”

“Probably.”

“Can you please use more words?” Gwil laughed uncomfortably, “you’re starting to scare me.”

Annie looked up at her cousin with wide, bloodshot eyes. For the first time in years, she was crying. It wasn’t a sobbing, heaving cry; it was silent. She just sat there as tears fell down her cheeks, not making a sound. Gwil had seen her like this only once before, and he hated it more now than he did then.

“Please don’t cry, Annie,” Gwil crouched in front of her, wiping her tears away with his fingers, “please?”

At the mention of the word ‘cry’, Joe pushed the door open and rushed down to Annie’s side, wrapping a comforting arm around her. Clara started picking up the used kits and placing them neatly on the counter.  Jamie leaned against the door frame, his eyes fixed on the tile flooring.

“Guys?” Ben’s voice boomed from the hallway, “where is everyone?”

“Go!” Annie tried to scramble to her feet.

“Guys?” Ben’s voice drew closer and closer.

“Over here!” Jamie called over his shoulder.

“What’s going on?” Ben’s face scrunched up in confusion before he took in the pathetic sight of his girlfriend, sitting on the bathroom floor, tears streaming down her face, “Annie?”

“We’ll, uh -” Joe started.

“You two need to talk.” Jamie hissed at Ben, bumping his shoulder on the way out of the room.

When they all filed out of the room and closed the door behind them, Annie stood up and wiped at her cheeks, harshly. Ben just stared in bewilderment at the sight. He had never, ever seen her cry before. She was one of the most resilient, strongest people he knew. Nothing could ever make her cry. He scanned his surroundings, slowly walking over to the neat row of white sticks on the counter. He picked one up, studied it, put it down and moved on to the next.

“Those are mine.”

“Oh, okay,” Ben said, not paying attention to the words coming out of her mouth until they hit him like a piano had been dropped on his head, “wait, what?”

“What part of what I just said did you not fucking understand?” she rolled her eyes, practically growling at her boyfriend, “fucking twat.”

“These are -”

“Yep.”

“That means you’re -”

“Good job, Sherlock!”

“Oh, enough with the bloody attitude!” Ben chucked one of the sticks at her, “are you pregnant?”

“Seems like it.”

“Oh my God.”

Ben couldn’t help but smile. Clearly, that was not the reaction Annie had expected.

“No…”

“Annie, that’s -” Ben’s smile faltered when Annie made a bee line for the door, “wait! Where are you going?”

Without so much as a glance, Annie flung the door open and walked out.

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[janeofcakes]

Chapter 106

**What’s coming up next? You know what it is.... (infamous brow waggle)**

(John wakes to an empty bed. Yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he pulls on a white tee and striped pajama pants that turn out to be Sherlock’s. They are much too long for him and end up under his bare feet when he pads to the loo. Ignoring the pants completely, he uses the toilet and then cleans his teeth. He hasn’t heard a sound in the cottage since getting out of bed.

When John walks into the kitchen, he expects to find his mad detective sitting at the table, but he is not there. Sherlock Holmes is not in the cottage. John shrugs and goes to the stove to start water for tea. While it boils, he makes himself some toast and covers it with marmalade. He notices a mug and plate are in the sink when he gets his own from the cupboard. So Sherlock did not leave on an empty stomach. Not quite the norm, but he has been better about eating enough to sustain himself since their holiday began.

John sits at the table quietly with his breakfast and reads the London news on his mobile. It appears as though a recent murder has police stymied, if the headlines are to be believed. Greg is the lead investigator and is likely pleased this is their last day in Cornwall. John sighs and looks around the room. The last two weeks have been pure heaven. A much-needed ‘sex holiday’, as Sherlock calls it, but it will feel good to be back home at 221B.

John rises from the table and places his plate in the sink. He steps over to the stove to make another cup of tea. As he waits for the tea to steep, a pair of warm hands curl around his hips. A breath blows across his ear as lips ghost around its shell and nip at its lobe.)

S: Morning, honey.

(Smiling, John tilts his head for better access. Sherlock responds immediately, pressing light kisses on John’s jawline and down his neck.)

J: Honey?

S: Yes. I’ve been thinking about your term of endearment for me and decided I need one too.

J: Ah. So, honey?

S: Would you rather I call you marmalade?

J: (laughing) Thanks, no. Honey is just fine.

(He turns in Sherlock’s arms and kisses him full on his plump lips. He licks across the bottom one and then pulls away, giggling at the pout he leaves behind. John smiles up at Sherlock, sliding his hands onto his fiance’s broad shoulders.)

J: Did you go to town?

S: I did. We bought clothes to wear while on holiday, but no cases to put them in for the trip home.

J: I thought that might be what you were up to. It’s so perfect here, but I’d like to be home again.

S: Indeed.

J: (flicking a finger along Sherlock’s open collar) I suppose you already know all about the case Greg is working on.

S: No, nor do I want to.

(John’s eyes snap up to meet Sherlock’s and widen at the detective’s genuine look of disinterest. He lays a hand on Sherlock’s forehead and then rests it on one cheek.)

J: Are you feeling all right?

S: (narrowing his eyes) Very amusing.

(He turns into John’s hand and nips at his fingers playfully.)

S: I am on sex holiday, John, and do not intend to do anything but until we reach London tomorrow afternoon.

(John giggles in a pleased kind of surprise. The taller man tightens his grip on John’s hips and pulls him close so he can feel Sherlock’s rather sizable erection against his body. John gasps quietly and his deep blue eyes dilate on the spot.)

J: I love your surprises.

(Sherlock growls and pushes John up against the counter, claiming his mouth as he does it. He licks into its warmth, sliding his tongue along perfect teeth and twirling around John’s own skillful tongue. A moan gets lost in Sherlock’s mouth. His hands work slowly down John’s back to his ass, gripping its delicious, round surface. His doctor can’t stop another gasp as he clutches at Sherlock’s shoulders, lifting one leg to wrap around the detective. His aim is Sherlock’s waist, but he is inhibited by his diminutive stature. He lets out a quick curse and nearly climbs up the man’s body. A deep chuckle rumbles from Sherlock’s chest and goes straight to John’s cock. Opening his eyes and giving John a wicked grin, he turns his attention to the doctor’s neck. Laving the delicate skin precisely the way that turns John’s knees to jelly, Sherlock demands in a low whisper.)

S: Tell me you want me.

J: (whispering) I do. I do want you.

S: Where do you want me?

J: Ah. Ah… Inside me.

(Sherlock laughs in that deep baritone and pulls his head back to look at John.)

S: (with a sparkle in his silver eyes) I was referring to a location in this cottage, but that will do.

(He claims John’s mouth again before he can utter a word and starts backing away, pulling the doctor with him. Determined not to allow even a millimeter of space between them, John follows closely. With his hands on the man’s cheeks, John holds his head steady while his own lips and teeth kiss and nip at that gorgeous mouth. Sherlock’s big hands are still firmly planted on John’s ass. Somewhere in his mind he notes the absence of pants beneath the thin pajamas that separate his skin from the smooth skin of John’s cheeks and, as quickly as that, both hands are under the elastic waistband.

John smiles against his mouth, the intensity of their kisses growing. John’s skin feels hot beneath Sherlock’s fingers. About half way up the stairs to the second floor, he spreads those luscious cheeks and brushes his middle finger across John’s hole.)

J: Oh, god.

(The doctor’s knees buckle, but Sherlock catches him easily and they continue up without missing a beat.

The two men stumble their way into the bedroom. Stopping at the foot of the bed, Sherlock peels John’s hands off his shoulders and pushes the smaller man down on the bed. By this time, his pajamas are riding so low on his hips that blonde curls draw the detective’s eyes downward to where the head of John’s cock strains against the wet fabric just below the elastic.)

(Sherlock throws his suit jacket off his own shoulders with all the flare of a stripper, thrusting his pelvis forward as he does it. Both a gasp and chuckle slip from John’s lips. He watches as his fiance tosses the jacket aside, the remainder of his clothing quickly follows.

Sherlock smiles at John lasciviously, climbs onto the bed, and crawls over John’s body. He bites the bottom of John’s tee and slowly raises it. Goose flesh covers John’s skin as he watches every movement with anticipation, licking his lips, his breaths quickening. When the shirt is just under John’s pectorals, Sherlock releases it and dives for John’s taut belly, his tongue licking luxuriously into his navel. Stars explode behind John’s eyes, wide and unseeing.)

J: OH GOD!

(He throws his head back, his spine arching off the mattress, coming right there in his pajamas. Sherlock pushes up the tee to bunch under John’s arms and licks open-mouthed kisses over his stiff nipples. John’s hips thrust against Sherlock involuntarily. In seconds, long fingers have pushed down the pajamas and are wrapping around John’s length. He mutters quiet curses as Sherlock strokes, causing another spurt of come to rocket onto John’s belly and a shout to ring through the room.

Sherlock continues slowly stroking and licking as John comes down. Beads of sweat cover his body, his heart still beating fast as he starts to relax.)

J: Jesus Christ, Sherlock. Sorry. I wasn’t expecting that.

(Sherlock just smiles like the cat that got the cream.)

S: We’re not quite finished. (cocking a brow) Where do you want me?

(John’s eyes widen, along with his smile, and he reaches for his detective.)

J: Fuck, yeah.

(Sherlock leaps up and tears the pajamas from John���s body. Meanwhile, John drags the t-shirt up and over his head just in time for Sherlock’s body to drop on his own, their lips crashing together. He bites at Sherlock’s tongue while it licks at his teeth and lips.

In a blink, the detective rolls away, scrabbles at the bedside table for lube, and comes back to rest on the smaller man. John immediately covers Sherlock’s long column of neck with open-mouthed kisses and hints of bites, voicing little moans as he goes. Sherlock’s mind seizes for a moment under the pleasure of John’s lips, his sounds. Glorious.

Wrangling his thoughts back to the task at hand, Sherlock pops open the lube bottle and coats his fingers. His lips find John’s as his hand descends. John breaks away to gasp when one slick finger enters him.)

J: Christ, Sherlock. More. More now.

S: Patience.

(The detective shushes him, earning a glare from John. An expression that quickly changes when Sherlock begins to slide his finger in and out. Another joins it. John’s jaw drops and spine arches, pushing his bum more fully onto Sherlock’s hand.

As a third finger enters, Sherlock’s other hand rests on John’s chest, fingers giving his nipple a light pinch.)

J: Fuck! Oh, fuck!

(The taller man grins through his pants and shifts slightly, positioning himself between John’s legs.)

J: Yes, yes. Now.

(Fingers slide from John’s body while their mates stroke lube onto Sherlock’s cock and line him up. Sherlock presses forward and slips easily into John.)

S: Yesssss….

J: (breathless) Oh. Oh, shit. So good.

(Sherlock starts slowly, luxuriously, delivering unimaginable pleasure. Sherlock murmurs filthy words into his fiance’s ear that might have shocked him if he wasn’t already so distracted. The detective knows he won’t last long after watching John come so fantastically. He damn near lost all control watching that beautiful face, but reigned himself in for this. This is exactly how he wanted to begin their last day on holiday.

He drops a kiss to John’s open lips and speeds up, only to slow down a minute later. The doctor looks at him with dark eyes, the corner of his mouth curling.)

J: (panting) Oh, you are evil.

(Sherlock smiles and speeds up again. John’s hands grasp Sherlock’s hips tight enough to leave bruises. He matches the man’s thrusts and grunts until finally, Sherlock throws his head back and thrusts with all his force one last time. John’s face mirrors his with closed eyes and mouth open in ecstasy. He meets Sherlock’s final thrust while pulling narrow hips toward his own, drawing his lover in deeper. Sherlock’s body quakes with the force of his orgasm and suddenly a stream of uncharacteristic curses spills forward.)

S: Fuck fuck fucking jesus god christ John fuck!

(His body abruptly falls onto John’s smaller frame. Breathing hard, he mouths at the spot where John’s neck meets his shoulder. Still a little surprised by the outburst, John lets out a breathy laugh against his ear.)

J: All right, babe? (Sherlock meets his eyes.) That was quite the diatribe.

S: (swallowing hard between pants) You, John Watson, are delicious.

J: (with a sweet smile) That’s a first. I’m glad you think so.

S: Have I not mentioned it before?

(John strokes his fingers through tousled curls.)

J: I don’t think so.

S: Hm. A clear oversight. I shall have to make it up to you.

(John laughs, continuing with those luscious curls.)

J: I think you just did.

S: Nonsense.

J: (softly) That was amazing.

(Sherlock grins, and kisses John long and hard, leaving him breathless.)

S: Ready for another go?

J: Another…Jesus, Sherlock.

S: (indignantly) The average male needs only 20 minutes to recover from a sexual experience before he can achieve erection again. You, John Watson, are above average, whether you choose to admit it or not. Additionally, this is our last day on sex holiday and I intend to spend it all in bed with you.

J: (cocking a brow) Just in bed?

(A grin finds the detective’s lips again, his shining silver eyes brimming with adoration and happiness. It is the kind of feeling he never thought he would experience, but now, with John, his whole world has changed. Not only will it never be the same, Sherlock doesn’t want it to ever go back. He brushes his fingers over John’s cheekbone and along his jawline lovingly, his grin widening.)

S: Mmm. Not necessarily.

(John returns his grin and presses a kiss to his full lips, lightly pulling his lower lip as he pulls away.)

J: I’m up for that.

S: (both brows raising) So you are.

(Both men laugh and then catch each other’s mouths in slow kisses.)

#Sherlock Holmes #Sherlock #sherlockholmes #sherlock loves john #sherlock fanfic #Johnlock fanfic #johnwatson #johnlock #John loves Sherlock

[skarabrae-stone]

“Um… Ginny? Ginny Weasley?”

Ginny looked up from her essay on Gamp’s Second Law of Transfiguration to see a small boy standing in front of her, shifting from foot to foot. A couple of equally small girls hovered behind him, giving him meaningful looks and nudges.

“Yeah?”

“Er… we…”

“Go on, Reginald,” one of the girls hissed.

The boy visibly steeled himself. “One of the toilets is blocked.”

Ginny blinked. “Excuse me?”

“In the loo,” he explained, gesturing toward the door at the end of the Common Room. “One of the toilets is blocked.”

“Okaaay,” she said, still bemused. “Why are you telling me?”

This seemed to flummox him. “Because… because…”

“Because we haven’t any prefects, and you’re the Quidditch Captain, so you’re the closest we’ve got,” piped up one of the girls.

Ginny scowled. “No. Oh, no. I am not doing this. If I don’t get the perks of a prefect, there is no way I’m taking on the responsibilities. If something needs fixing, go get McGonagall. Or Filch.”

The girl scowled right back. “It’s after curfew. If we go find McGonagall now, the Carrows’ll probably catch us.”

“Well, can’t it wait until morning, then?”

“It’s the loo everyone uses,” Reginald protested. “It stinks!”

Across from her, Seamus made a loud snort that he tried to turn into a cough. Neville covered his mouth with his hand, shoulders shaking, while Colin was turning bright red with suppressed laughter.

“Go on, Gin,” said Colin in a strained voice. “We can’t have a blocked loo.”

“F-screw you, Colin. There’s no reason the rest of you can’t deal with this.”

“I don’t know how,” they all said at once.

Ginny stared at them, then at the hopeful cluster of First Years, and finally threw up her hands in disgust. “Okay! Okay, but this is one time, alright? I am not making a habit of this.”

“Whatever you say, Gin,” said Neville, snickering.

“Yeah,” added Seamus. “Go save the loo.”

“Be the…” Colin began laughing helplessly, wriggling around in his chair like a kid. “Be the change you wish to see in the world!”

“I hate you all,” Ginny told them, standing. “C’mon, Neville.”

Neville’s laughter immediately turned to alarm. “What? Why me?”

“I’m not doing this by myself, and unlike Colin, you can do a Bubble-Head Charm without asphyxiating yourself.”

“That was one time!” Colin protested.

“I still don’t see—”

“Up,” she said, kicking him in the shin. “Come on. Now.”

“You’re scary,” Neville muttered, but he followed her, rubbing his shin and grumbling.

The blocked toilet was just as gross as Ginny had feared, but at least the Bubble-Head Charms prevented the smell from getting to them.

“Right,” said Ginny. “The spell is Deobstruere. You do the toilet bowl, I’ll do the U-bend. Ready?”

“Ugh, this is so gross. Okay, I’m ready.”

“On the count of three, then. One—two—three—”

“Deobstruere!”

There was a pop, followed by a loud sucking sound, and the toilet began to drain. Ginny Vanished the rest of the contents of the bowl, and grimaced at Neville.

“There. Let’s just give it a good Scourgify, then…”

With the toilet cleaned and their hands thoroughly washed, the two of them returned to their seats by the fire, where Colin and Seamus were still giggling over the whole incident like a couple of First Years.

“You can laugh now,” said Ginny, “but I’m teaching you two how to do this stuff, too. I’m not getting stuck with permanent toilet duty just because you blokes are useless at household charms.”

Their laughter stopped abruptly.

“Ginny, no!” Colin whined. “That’s cruel and unusual punishment!”

“Don’t be such a baby, Col, it’s good practice for the future. What happens when you’re on your own, and you don’t even know how to unblock a toilet?”

Colin gave her a funny look. “I’ll use a plunger? How do you know these spells, anyway? We definitely didn’t go over toilet-fixing in Charms.”

“Fleur’s mum,” said Ginny, rolling her eyes. “She taught me a bunch of stuff during the Great Wedding Cleaning Frenzy this summer.”

“But you aren’t allowed to use magic at home…?”

“Yeah, well, apparently the age is lower in France. ‘But zat is nonsense, Ginevra,’” she said, imitating Madam Delecour’s throaty voice. “‘In France, we do not have zese ridiculous restrictions on young witches and wizards. ‘Ow will you learn?’”

“She’s right, you know,” said Seamus. “It is a bit ridiculous that we can’t do magic at home.”

“Take it up with the Ministry,” Ginny said sarcastically. “Anyway, don’t think you’re getting out of learning household spells.”

Neville shrugged. “I’ve got no objections. Be dead useful, won’t they?”

“Yeah…” Colin agreed. “But if you think that’s gonna stop all the Firsties from coming to you with their problems, Ginny, you’ve got another think coming.”

Seamus nodded. “Yeah, now that they all know you’re a soft touch…”

“Oh, shut up, you,” retorted Ginny. The problem was, she had a feeling they were right.

***

It was a little past midnight, and the hallway was deserted. Ginny had chosen the stretch of wall where Tom Riddle had once made her write her own death sentence; it felt symbolic. Checking over her shoulder once again to make sure no one was coming, she raised her wand, muttered Luna’s paint spell, and wrote:

SAY THEIR NAMES

The letters gleamed silver, each about a foot high. In slightly smaller print, she added a second line:

HONOR THE DEAD. FIGHT FOR THE MISSING. PROTECT THE VULNERABLE.

Now came the hard part. On the left side of the wall, she started a list:

Alastor (Mad-Eye) Moody

Albus Dumbledore

Amelia Bones

Artemis Belby

Cedric Diggory

Charity Burbage

Emmaline Vance

Sirius Black

She went on, listing those who had been killed by Voldemort or his followers, then added a second column for the missing. When she was finished, the wall showed over forty names. It wasn’t comprehensive—just the people she knew of without doing serious research. It would have to do.

A sound had her ducking into the shadow of the stairwell, where her Disillusionment Charm would hide her from prying eyes. She held her breath as someone came down the stairs above her.

It was Snape. He stopped in front of the wall for a long moment, then did something with his wand. Nothing happened. He waved his wand again. Still nothing. About a minute went by, while Ginny tried not to breathe, and then he turned on his heel and stalked past her toward the Great Hall. In the bad light, his face gave nothing away.

Ginny waited until his footsteps receded, then hurried back to her dormitory. She had no desire to get caught.

Over the next few days, the idea caught on. The list on the wall grew longer and longer, and people began adding messages around it:

“In Memory of Dalia Turner, brilliant witch and beloved mother. Killed by Death Eaters, 14/6/1998.”

“HUFFLEPUFFS AGAINST YOU-KNOW-WHO”

“Justice for Professor Burbage”

“REMEMBER CEDRIC DIGGORY”

“Make Dumbledore Proud—Punch a Death Eater!”

“WHICH SIDE ARE YOU ON?”

"Your silence will not protect you!"

And, by far the most often repeated, “SUPPORT HARRY POTTER!”

Luna’s spell continued to hold up against all attempts to remove the paint, and the graffiti spread to other parts of the castle—names of the dead, anti-Voldemort slogans, and messages of support for Harry Potter and Dumbledore’s Army. Like Fred and George’s fireworks, attempts to Vanish the slogans just caused them to multiply.

It was a small gesture, but Ginny could see its impact on her fellow students: their resolve hardened, the will to fight burning just a little brighter. The messages on the walls reminded all of them what they were fighting for, and that they weren’t alone.

#harry potter #fanfic #original #mine #ginny weasley

[brendabailey6]

How does the toilet roll rewinding machine work?

In order to shorten the loading time, enhance the effectivity and enhance the accuracy of printing, in accordance with the exceptional printing press, the punch of the toilet roll rewinding machine is divided into double open and 4 open. At the equal time, there are bendable and non-bendable lavatory roll rewinding laptop punch for a similar classification. First of all, a computerized single punch is appropriate for a range of printing machines. Second of all, it can enhance printing quality, shop time and labor and space. Third of all, it can make the printing impact and plat effectivity enhance by way of 40%, which is additionally the quality cooperative accomplice for plate making printing. The remaining however now not the least has an exact characteristic of a range of specs and modes, so it can be personalized in accordance to the user’s requirements. The punch of the loo roll rewinding computer can make sure that your printing plate can attain a contact of excessive accuracy so that your printing press can maximize its effectiveness.

The preservation of the toilet roll making machine additionally things in particular for the punching machine. The oil of the punching computing device wants to be changed regularly, essentially it wishes to be changed each year. In order to make sure the flexibility of the punching machine, its slider additionally wishes to be lubricated frequently. Generally, it wants to be sprayed with oil earlier than the punching laptop runs, and the look of the column of the punching desktop additionally desires to be easy and clean. If the punching computing device has no longer been used for a lengthy time, it wishes to ease its surface, however additionally observe rust-proof oil to keep away from its corrosion and rust. It is additionally crucial to test the punching desktop regularly, and the stress gauge will take about 6 months to take a look at it.

The paper belt of the loo roll rewinding computing device is pushed by way of the triangular belt via the stepless pace regulating wheel, and the transmission pace will be greater steady only if the triangular belt is shut to the outer facet of the pace regulating wheel. In order to attain such a secure transmission effect, the velocity ratio of the fundamental gearbox can be adjusted step by using step, so that the linear velocity of the lavatory roll rewinding desktop can be slowed down. At the equal time, every pace regulating handwheel of the paper feeding belt of the base paper rack is adjusted, so that the three corporations of transmission triangular belts are in the life-like role on the outer aspect of the stepless pace regulating wheel till the pace of the toilet paper rewinding machine is regular with that of the paper feeding belt line. The paper towel making machine adjusts the paper urgent hole of the press roll so that the paper sheet can be transferred easily between the paper feeding belt and the rewinder roll. When the arc shaft is too high, the paper is scratched and touched through the punch knife, and the paper is handy to break. When the function is too low, the paper is scraped to the gap and the knife is handy to fault. Generally adjusting the function top of the arc shaft is appropriate for the paper to bypass thru the punch knife, the backside layer is 5 mm greater than the punch backside knife. 

#toilet roll making machine #toilet paper rewinding machine

[trademarkblue]

100 Days of R/Hr: Day 18

Prompt: “Fields of Gold” by Sting

Prompted by: @handsomekazoobagins

I’m not exactly sure what about the song inspired this particular fic, aside from the title and instrumentation, which gave me a little vision of fields, glowing in the sun, whooshing past a train window. Hope you enjoy what I’ve done with the prompt! x

Oh! And let me just dedicate “improper use of shared furniture” to the English Muffins 😂

She was jarred abruptly awake as her head bobbed uncomfortably against the train window to her right. Smoke was billowing by and clouding her view, but, as she fully woke, she realised - the last thing she’d seen had been those endless, golden fields rolling past as they’d crossed through the countryside, mesmerising her to sleep. And now, the Hogwarts Express was rolling to a stop, noisy crowds were just outside on the platform, and she was home.

She gasped and stood, tugging open her window to lean out, even as the train continued its slow movement, loud whistle blowing to announce their arrival. But there were too many people, and she couldn’t see him. At Christmas, she’d been wide awake and sitting on the edge of her seat, and she’d spotted him almost immediately, his ginger head several inches above anyone else around him. But now, she could hardly see the floor of the platform from the crowds, and as she glanced down the length of the train, she watched many other students waving toward their families out their own windows. She knew he’d been out late for work the night before, which actually accounted for her being so tired today. She’d stayed up hoping he would floo when he got in, but he hadn’t, and she’d fitfully gone to bed, setting her alarm for a bit earlier than necessary.

The first few hours on the train had been filled with anxious anticipation, and her stomach had been rapidly fluttering with butterflies since breakfast. It was always a bit like this, seeing him after a long time apart, but it was much, much worse today. This was it. This was closing the final chapter of their time apart. They’d made it through the last time she’d had to say goodbye to him on this platform, the last time she’d had to hug him too tight and breathe deeply and hope he would stay safe and that she would be able to properly distract herself from his absence by getting lost in books and lessons.

As she scanned forward again, she spotted her parents, and she waved, smiling. She was happy to see them, of course, but she felt a bit like she might throw up if she tried to speak.

Just then, Ginny burst into the compartment behind her. Hermione withdrew her head from the window and turned around.

“Oh, good, you’re awake. I waited too long to change out of my robes, but you were asleep when I left to do it. Let’s go, yeah?”

“Did you see-

“Ron?” Ginny smirked. “Nah, I was in the loo. But he’ll be here. Come on!”

Hermione reached for her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and grasped the handle of her trunk to drag it out of the compartment. Following Ginny, she awkwardly turned the corner from her compartment to the main corridor, shifting her trunk around behind her… until a hand closed around hers on the handle and she gasped, turning around so quickly that her hair slapped whoever was behind her across the chest.

Ron was smirking down at her, his long fingers squeezing her hand.

“Found you,” he said.

“Ron!”

She reached out to grab his shirt in her free hand, tugging him closer, but her trunk was in the way, and all she could do was rest her forehead on his chest for a second as he spread a large hand across her back.

“What are you doing?” she laughed, as she lifted her head to gaze up at him. “The train’s still moving.”

“Stopped now,” he informed her, glancing out the window through the nearest compartment. “Just didn’t want to wait any longer, so I hopped on.”

“I was looking for you when we arrived, but I couldn’t find you.”

“Hermione!” Ginny called from the opposite end of the corridor. “What are you- oh.”

Hermione glanced over her shoulder at Ginny who grinned at her and shook her head.

“Couldn’t wait another minute, Ron?”

“No,” he called back, smiling as his sister rolled her eyes.

“Let’s get out of here,” Hermione suggested, and he let go of her to reach up and snatch her bag from her shoulder. “What are you-”

“Never got the chance to carry your bag around at school,” he explained, ears going slightly pink.

“And it’s been bothering you, has it?” she teased him, though she felt those butterflies begin to dance around quite frantically again.

“What if it has? Go on. I’ve got this, too,” he said, swiping her hand out of the way of her trunk and taking hold of it himself.

She studied him for a second longer before turning around, empty-handed, and leading them off the train. They were almost immediately bombarded by Mr and Mrs Weasley, Harry, and Hermione’s parents, who had all gathered together by the door when they’d spotted Ginny. Hermione was tugged between hugs and hellos, losing Ron behind her, and as happy as she was to see them all, she was feeling quite ready to be done with this part of the day and arrive at the part where she was unpacking her things at Grimmauld Place… directly into Ron’s room.

But everyone was discussing plans, and the night seemed to be expanding away from getting Ron alone for long enough to even say a proper hello.

“Let’s eat. I’m starved,” Ginny suggested, holding Harry’s hand.

“How about that pub we went to last summer, Hermione?” her mother suggested. “We all liked it well enough, and it’s not far-“

“Wait,” she interrupted, knowing she was about to do something rash but finding it hard to care.

She pushed back through her family and approached Ron, aiming her wand at her trunk and vanishing it away to his room, doing the same for her bag as he raised a brow down at her. But before he could speak, she grasped his hand tightly and dragged him back through her surprised looking family, blushing at Mrs Weasley’s smile, and they disappeared into the crowds.

“Hermione, what-“ but he was interrupted by someone’s shoulder brushing against his arm, and she dragged him further along, ducking into the dark shadows behind a wide, stone column, one leg of an archway that led to a solid brick wall.

She finally dropped his hand and whipped around, reaching up to hold his face in both hands, pulling him down to kiss her. She watched his eyes go wide for a second, just before she closed her own eyes and leaned into the soft pressure of his mouth on hers. But it took him no time at all to catch up, moaning against her lips and sliding his hands up her back to pull her closer against him.

Within seconds, what she had thought would be a quick kiss out of sight of their families turned into teeth grazing bottom lips and tongues meeting as he pushed her backward against the dark wall. As her body hit the solid surface, she felt the pressure of his chest against hers so much more completely, and she pushed up on the tips of her toes to align his hips with hers, tightly wrapping her arms around his neck. One of his hands scraped down between her back and the wall until his fingers were digging over the swell of her arse, and he bent his knees slightly, tilting his head so his nose bumped hers as he switched sides to kiss her again, hardly taking in one full breath in between.

She forced herself to remember they were only barely hidden in a public place, and they absolutely could not shag right there on the platform.

“Ron,” she muttered into his mouth.

“Mmmm?” he moaned back, sucking her upper lip between both of his.

She almost laughed, giddiness rising up from her belly at the idea of them having a full conversation without their mouths ever completely separating. But she took a desperate measure as he ground his hips into her, biting his lip a bit harder than she normally would have.

“Oi!” But he backed only half an inch away from her, eyes heavy-lidded with desire as she dropped down to her heels again and slid her hands along the sides of his neck.

“Have to stop before I shag you in public.”

“Fucking hell…” he panted, dropping his forehead to the wall over her shoulder.

“Do you think our parents will be offended if we tell them I’m too tired for dinner, and we go right home?”

“God. I’m not hungry anymore anyway.”

“You aren’t?”

“Not for actual food…”

She laughed as she brushed her thumbs over his cheeks, watching his eyes flutter shut with pleasure.

“Well, pull yourself together,” she said with a grin. “We have to go back and tell them, at least.” His eyes popped open, but he was grinning back.

“Oi, who dragged who back here to snog because she couldn’t wait?”

��Oh, you were fine with another three hours without-“

He cut her off by kissing her again, weaving a hand up into her hair. She felt her body melt against the wall, trapped and hidden by his strong body, one of his hands moving to her waist to briefly dip under her shirt and run his fingers up the bare skin of her side. She shivered as he pulled his mouth away from hers again.

“No, I wasn’t.” She blinked, slowly recalling the question she’d just asked him. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

She linked her fingers with his and started to move away from the wall, but he paused.

“Actually, give me a second,” he groaned. “Just don’t touch me.”

She bit her bottom lip, trying not to laugh. It really wasn’t fair how much easier it usually was for her to recover in public, considering she had nothing physical to hide aside from swollen lips… He closed his eyes and took a couple of calming breaths, but he kept holding her hand.

“Right,” he said, opening his eyes again and gesturing toward the crowded platform behind her.

They made their way back to where they had unceremoniously left their bewildered families, only to find Harry and Ginny standing there alone.

“You’re not coming with us, am I right?” Ginny asked in a rhetorical sounding way, not even waiting for either of them to speak.

“I did fall asleep on the train,” Hermione tried weakly. “I’m pretty tired…”

Harry failed to hide his smirk and short laugh, which he playfully turned into a cough.

“Which obviously explains why you’re both blushing Gryffindor scarlet and why Hermione’s hair’s a complete mess,” Ginny grinned.

“More than usual?” Ron teased, and she squeezed his hand too tight, watching him wince.

“Go on,” Harry said, still smirking at them, “but I expect silencing charms to be thoroughly tested before I get home.”

Ron laughed and leaned down to speak directly into Hermione’s ear, making her shiver again with the low raspiness of his voice.

“Harry’s got some rules about improper use of shared furniture…”

“Oh, God, you’re disgusting,” Ginny groaned, having clearly heard Ron’s failed attempt to speak quietly.

“Come on,” Harry suggested, gesturing for Ginny to follow him. “We’ll explain to your parents but you owe me dinner.”

“Deal,” Ron called after him, and Hermione linked her arm with his, leaning her head against his shoulder as they walked toward the back of the platform to Apparate home.

#100daysofrhr #prompts #rhr #fanfiction #handsomekazoobagins #myfic #tmblue

[yogaadvise]

Weekly Challenge to Counteract ‘Sitting Disease`.

If you haven't heard of 'sitting condition', it is a scientific term for the less active way of living a great deal of us live nowadays. Lengthy hours before computer systems, or jobs that call for sitting for long durations can add to the hours you spend taking a seat every day.

I became aware lately that I spend a great deal of my time seated - sounds unusual for a yoga exercise educator? Yet with a great deal of admin/ advertising and marketing job moving online, most of us can get caught in the catch of resting for lengthy hours at a time, also if we have energetic work. What do you do when you hop on the train or bus - try to find a seat. What do you do when you get home from job - strike the sofa. What do you do when you take place your phone to check Facebook - most of the time, you sit down and an hour will certainly pass without you even noticing.

According to juststand.org the average individual spends 12 hours a day sitting down. That's half our lives taking a seat. They think about 'resting illness' to be among the best health and wellness risks of our time, and with the research they give, I'm not surprised.

This all sounds very doom as well as grief, but also for those people who intend to make changes, it is remarkably simple. Below are some easy stretches to do at the office, or when you are out and also about - whenever you have been resting for a long duration of time. I'm a huge follower of doing these stretches in bathroom stalls because it suggests I can do them anywhere - at dining establishments, stores, coffee shops, in your home, at work - without really feeling uncomfortable regarding being the lady with the smacking arms in aisle 3. So here's your weekly challenge to neutralize sitting. Every single time you go to the loo, do this fast routine. It's simply 2 minutes long but will include significant benefits to your shoulders, back, glutes, hips as well as hamstrings as well as the numerous various other advantages to your physical and also mental health.

Mountain Pose - yup, this one was an easy one. Hill posture is successfully standing up. Roll your shoulders back and also keep your back set up. Have your feet at hip-width range and also really press right into all 4 corners of your feet. Extend the crown of your head towards the ceiling. Breathe deeply and also remain in this posture for 30 secs.

Standing pigeon - from hill position, flex your knees, keeping your back directly so you remain in a high squat placement. Bend your right knee and also lift your right ankle and also place it over your left thigh. Your legs remain in a number 4 position with your knee out to the side (visualized above). Hold for 30 seconds and after that transform sides.

Forward layer - from mountain present bend your knees as well as fold ahead, letting the neck and also head totally kick back. For 10 seconds correct your knees to give your hamstrings a wake-up telephone call. For 20 seconds bend your knees generously to release the reduced spinal column.

So that's the challenge. Every loo break, take 2 additional minutes to do these 3 easy yoga exercise positions in order to aid counteract the sitting all of us do on a daily basis. I'm mosting likely to do the difficulty with you, so let me know just how you obtain on!

#yoga #yoga music