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firewhiskeyficTitle: TINKering in the workship
Author: me! sdk 9lol i wrote sjk first but i did correct it bc that's llowed right? i'm saing it is
I am of legal drinking age in my region: lord i hope so (but yes okay? yes)
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Ron/hermione, implies ron/hermione/harry bc i changed my mind
Challenge/Prompts used: athru weasley, dad, plugs, tinker -- i think that's all?? DA BOD
Summary: Hermione findds arhtur's special plugs
Rating/Warnings: im guessing explicit but at elast mature?? i've alread forgotten. pretty sure there's femdom?? and butt llugs. oh an inappropriate thoughts abut in-laws bc idk but pls forgive me? or youre welceme?
Word count: 900 or something?
Author's Notes (if any): i'm so sorry
Hermione giggled like the school girl she never was, because Hermine didn't giggle over boys back during her awkward teenage years. she might have pined a little bt over a certain redhead and imagined his strong shoulders and the shape of his hands whnlkj after ligtspout in the dorm room when she was alone in her bed, curtains drawn, and she could hear the titters from her fellow gryffindor girls, but she didn't titter. she sat -- well alaid very quuietly uand slipped her hand under the blankets, between her legs, and tought of big blue eyes (are Ron's eyes blue??? i think? omg i can't google right now) and big strong hands and bit her lip to keep her blossoning moans firmly on the isnside as she shuddered through er release.
But now she was an adutl. A lawyer, a mom, a wife, and she held her husbands hand tightly as she dragged him into her father-in-law's garage-slash-workshp and giggled exacly like all those other girls did so long ago. it hadn; t taken much convincing to get rn away from the dinner table, with Arthu snoozing and moolly doting over the kids as hey ate their piddings. it was hard nowadays to find time fo r thesleves between her long hours and rons day-tp-day managemen of the shp and judggling the kids in between. a quickie in arthur;s workship wehre he tinkered with his muggle toys ws just what the doctor ordered. hermione planned to tinker with her husband instead tho 9oh god, taht was so bad, i can't believe i just wrote that even while draunk because THA T WAS S BAD I'M SO SORRY PLEASE FORGVE ME and blame alochol okay???)
she pushed aside several boxes, clearing a space ontopsa sturywooden table tat was sure to hold her husband's weight, when one box teetered on the edge. she noticed it was labeled "special" plugs in large blocked letters wen it fell, spilling its contents all over the floor.
"oh my," heamiione nsaid.
"er,' Ron mreplied inelegantly.
an excited tingle danced in hermione's stomach as she bent over and gpicked up the nearest object as it had rolled along the floor, coming to rest at her feet. Bright pink, shapd like anoblong egg with a wide base. seh held it along the narrow stem between her fingers and licked her lips, looking up at Ron. There were many more, some longer, wider, some with several grooves ad bumps, but this one she held, the smallest of the buch, seemed like a perfect one to start with.
"you can't be thinking--" Ron said, eyes wide. in shcok, yes, but Hermione knew her husband well enough to see the curiousity peeking out from inside. the way hi breath caght in his throat. the nervous bob of is adams apple. he was excited at the idea, even if he couldn't quite admi t it yet.
"yes. "
"but... it's my dads?"
Herione rolled the plg between her fingers and pondered. Did Arhur actually know what these were used for? di d he simply gather them, these strange muggle 'plugs' so unlike the rest of his collection . she iagined him asking Harry, his go-to expert for all things muggle, and Harry;s flused face, stammering words, trying to answer and not answer all at once. (danm now i want Harry here!!!) But aye maybe Aruthr did know... maybe he experiented out here all alonge, layed with himself, dare I say, tinker with himself? (oh god, no i don't dare, I DON'T this is terrible and i'm dying, please i need more to drink to stop myself) Maybe brought moll y along for the irde--maybe Molly enjoyed seeing her husband laid out on the workshiptoable slightly sweating and panting and begging to be stretched more and more--maybe Moll y and she had more in commeon than Hermione originall thouht.
was it strange to think about one's in-laws this way? naw, this is harry potter fandom, it's fine.
"Strop," Hermione commanded "and lie down on the tbale"
Ron quickly obeyed. if he really had a problem with it, he could have called a stop to this at any time, but his arousald was clear as he divested himself of his clothes, his cock poking ou t like a rod strajk under het slihgt bpuch of his belly. he laid down on the table, on hi s back, and put his knees up wen the way Hermione told him to; he was such a good boy wasn't he? Hermione gazed at him, the freckles dotting his shoulders, the way his nipples slowly hardened in the cool air, the roundeness of his belly. perfect dad bod. (yay another prompt included!)
One quick adn ver necessary Scorgify later (just in case, hermione thought--the plug looked clena enough, but if Arhtur really was using them, it couln't hurt to be thrrough), the spell for lubricant was on the tiip of her tongue when Harry strodde in. (because the author realy wants Harry her e now okay? sorry i'm in my troio feelingsq111)
"Satarting without me?" he asked with a raksh grin that Herminoe quickly returne.d.
"don't worry," Hermione said with a wckend gleam in her eyes, thankful she had both her boys to play with tnight. "you're next."
~
And we'll just imagine that a very indulgent Molly ootk care of the kids for the rest of thenight, letting them have their fun and imagining her nxt session with Arthur, shall we? sounds good.
THE END
Author: me! sdk 9lol i wrote sjk first but i did correct it bc that's llowed right? i'm saing it is
I am of legal drinking age in my region: lord i hope so (but yes okay? yes)
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Ron/hermione, implies ron/hermione/harry bc i changed my mind
Challenge/Prompts used: athru weasley, dad, plugs, tinker -- i think that's all?? DA BOD
Summary: Hermione findds arhtur's special plugs
Rating/Warnings: im guessing explicit but at elast mature?? i've alread forgotten. pretty sure there's femdom?? and butt llugs. oh an inappropriate thoughts abut in-laws bc idk but pls forgive me? or youre welceme?
Word count: 900 or something?
Author's Notes (if any): i'm so sorry
Hermione giggled like the school girl she never was, because Hermine didn't giggle over boys back during her awkward teenage years. she might have pined a little bt over a certain redhead and imagined his strong shoulders and the shape of his hands whnlkj after ligtspout in the dorm room when she was alone in her bed, curtains drawn, and she could hear the titters from her fellow gryffindor girls, but she didn't titter. she sat -- well alaid very quuietly uand slipped her hand under the blankets, between her legs, and tought of big blue eyes (are Ron's eyes blue??? i think? omg i can't google right now) and big strong hands and bit her lip to keep her blossoning moans firmly on the isnside as she shuddered through er release.
But now she was an adutl. A lawyer, a mom, a wife, and she held her husbands hand tightly as she dragged him into her father-in-law's garage-slash-workshp and giggled exacly like all those other girls did so long ago. it hadn; t taken much convincing to get rn away from the dinner table, with Arthu snoozing and moolly doting over the kids as hey ate their piddings. it was hard nowadays to find time fo r thesleves between her long hours and rons day-tp-day managemen of the shp and judggling the kids in between. a quickie in arthur;s workship wehre he tinkered with his muggle toys ws just what the doctor ordered. hermione planned to tinker with her husband instead tho 9oh god, taht was so bad, i can't believe i just wrote that even while draunk because THA T WAS S BAD I'M SO SORRY PLEASE FORGVE ME and blame alochol okay???)
she pushed aside several boxes, clearing a space ontopsa sturywooden table tat was sure to hold her husband's weight, when one box teetered on the edge. she noticed it was labeled "special" plugs in large blocked letters wen it fell, spilling its contents all over the floor.
"oh my," heamiione nsaid.
"er,' Ron mreplied inelegantly.
an excited tingle danced in hermione's stomach as she bent over and gpicked up the nearest object as it had rolled along the floor, coming to rest at her feet. Bright pink, shapd like anoblong egg with a wide base. seh held it along the narrow stem between her fingers and licked her lips, looking up at Ron. There were many more, some longer, wider, some with several grooves ad bumps, but this one she held, the smallest of the buch, seemed like a perfect one to start with.
"you can't be thinking--" Ron said, eyes wide. in shcok, yes, but Hermione knew her husband well enough to see the curiousity peeking out from inside. the way hi breath caght in his throat. the nervous bob of is adams apple. he was excited at the idea, even if he couldn't quite admi t it yet.
"yes. "
"but... it's my dads?"
Herione rolled the plg between her fingers and pondered. Did Arhur actually know what these were used for? di d he simply gather them, these strange muggle 'plugs' so unlike the rest of his collection . she iagined him asking Harry, his go-to expert for all things muggle, and Harry;s flused face, stammering words, trying to answer and not answer all at once. (danm now i want Harry here!!!) But aye maybe Aruthr did know... maybe he experiented out here all alonge, layed with himself, dare I say, tinker with himself? (oh god, no i don't dare, I DON'T this is terrible and i'm dying, please i need more to drink to stop myself) Maybe brought moll y along for the irde--maybe Molly enjoyed seeing her husband laid out on the workshiptoable slightly sweating and panting and begging to be stretched more and more--maybe Moll y and she had more in commeon than Hermione originall thouht.
was it strange to think about one's in-laws this way? naw, this is harry potter fandom, it's fine.
"Strop," Hermione commanded "and lie down on the tbale"
Ron quickly obeyed. if he really had a problem with it, he could have called a stop to this at any time, but his arousald was clear as he divested himself of his clothes, his cock poking ou t like a rod strajk under het slihgt bpuch of his belly. he laid down on the table, on hi s back, and put his knees up wen the way Hermione told him to; he was such a good boy wasn't he? Hermione gazed at him, the freckles dotting his shoulders, the way his nipples slowly hardened in the cool air, the roundeness of his belly. perfect dad bod. (yay another prompt included!)
One quick adn ver necessary Scorgify later (just in case, hermione thought--the plug looked clena enough, but if Arhtur really was using them, it couln't hurt to be thrrough), the spell for lubricant was on the tiip of her tongue when Harry strodde in. (because the author realy wants Harry her e now okay? sorry i'm in my troio feelingsq111)
"Satarting without me?" he asked with a raksh grin that Herminoe quickly returne.d.
"don't worry," Hermione said with a wckend gleam in her eyes, thankful she had both her boys to play with tnight. "you're next."
~
And we'll just imagine that a very indulgent Molly ootk care of the kids for the rest of thenight, letting them have their fun and imagining her nxt session with Arthur, shall we? sounds good.
THE END