Drabbles: Buffy Gen, Ron/Harry, Bill/Hermione
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magic_at_mungos: Buffy Gen, Sparkly Stick of Doom, PG, Word count: 206
Buffy is glad she's able to leave the odd pub. The scent of alcohol and smoke gave her a headache so she's relieved to step out into Fiction Alley. Giles will be happy that her trip has been a success. The sparkly stick of doom, she refuses to even think it in capitals much less say it in such an imposing way, is secure in the pocket of her coat and she even got to stake a creepy looking vamp who followed her into the hall by the bathrooms.
As she walks away, she sees a couple of hotties kissing against the wall. One has dark hair and he winks when he catches her watching. She hears him say, "Remus, we've got an audience," before he takes a drag off his cigarette. She rolls her eyes before the other guy looks up and walks away. She's got a date with Willow and Xander tonight and a stack of videos. She prefers Johnny Depp and sexy pirates to two old guys fucking in an alley anyway. She pats the pocket holding the sparkly stick of doom and grins as she heads back to the temporary Watcher's Council to report in before she can call it a night.
Forshocolate: Harry/Ron, Strange Dream, Adult, Word Count: 562
"Fiddlesticks!"
Harry was startled when he heard the exclamation. "Lumos," he whispered as he held his wand up to look down the dark hallway to his right. His eyes widened at what he saw. Ron was everywhere.
He took a step forward and stared at Ron glowering. "Who are you?" he demanded, knowing full well that was Ron back in the common room.
"I'm bored!Ron," the redhead said before sighing dramatically. "There's never anything fun to do. I've eaten all my custard and Prince Rupert stole my chocolate."
Harry backed away from him and moved down the castle hallway to the next Ron, who was scowling, wet, and covered in freckles. "Who?"
"I'm grumped!toned!self-drying!Ron," he snapped. "Wanna make something of it?"
"No," Harry hastily said before he moved to the next one. "Hey, you look the same as the other guy."
"Nah, he's self-drying! I'm just grumpy and wet," Ron snarled before he took a drink of what looked like a margarita.
"And don't even say it," another Ron spoke up as he joined Grumpy and Wet. "I'm grumpy!wet!quidditch!Ron. See? Quidditch!"
Then the two Rons began to snog and Harry could help looking at Ron's arse. He hastily moved further down the hall and gaped when he found Ron sucking his cock. Well, it obviously wasn't him since he was currently gaping at the two boys, and the other Harry was quiet wet.
"Hello, mate," Wet!Harry greeted before he leaned over and began to suck a second Ron's cock.
"I'm dry!Ron," Ron explained as Harry adjusted his growing erection. "Wet!Harry just became oral sex!Harry, you know? Isn't it funny how one act can change a person? Do you like teaspoons? I've got a collection..."
Harry didn't wait to find out more. He ran down the hallway, ducking the attack canaries, ignoring the shagging and snogging couples he past. Bill and Fleur snogging against the wall. Another version of him with Ginny, which made him stop and go, "What the bloody fuck? Wrong Weasley, moron!" and slap the back of his other version's head.
He also stopped when he ran past a Harry and a Ron with Hermione. They somehow were in the shower fucking and, God, she had nice tits. He forgot about the canaries as he began to wank, though he frowned when he noticed that Ron's foreskin seemed to be invisible. Hermione was giving Harry a fucking amazing blowjob judging from the sounds his other version was making and Harry finally gave in to temptation and knelt behind the Ron.
He parted his arse cheeks and began to lick as oral sex!Ron kept licking Hermione's wet cunt. Ron's arse was gorgeous, definitely teh pretty (Harry stopped thrusting his tongue inside Ron's arse to try to figure out why he'd thought that before deciding Ron's arse was too good to ignore), and he soon had his cock thrusting in and out. When Harry came, he cried out, "Weasley is my kink," and shot his load all over the pygmy puff tattoo on Ron's bare arse.
Harry woke up with a start, his hand covered in come, and his heart beating fast. He turned to look and saw his Ron sleeping, mouth hanging open, and snores rather loud. He grinned as he curled up beside him and drifted back to sleep, knowing he had the best version of all. The real Ron.
Forgertyke: Bill/Hermione, Quill, PG13, Word Count: 233
"Would you be still? You keep moving and messing up my design.""If you'd stop poking me with a sharp stick, I might stop moving."
"Bill, it's a quill. It's not very sharp and it's certainly not a stick," Hermione corrected him matter-of-factly. "I want this to look perfect."
"Why?" he asked with a hint of a whine. "It feels funny and I'm tired of lying here."
"It's only been ten minutes," she said dryly. "And what do you mean it feels weird? The texture is quiet sensual, actually. You look sexy."
"You say that I like don't always," he muttered.
Hermione put down the quill and smiled. "All done," she told him as she brushed the tip of her finger over the body paint. "Mmm...smells like cinnamon. Wonder if it tastes like it, too."
Bill looked down at her and grinned slowly. He pushed his long hair away from his face and leaned back, feeling her gaze caress the scars on his cheek as surely as if she touched him. She was touching the design she'd painted on his lower abdomen and his cock twitched in appreciation when she licked her lips. "Why don't you find out?" he suggested huskily.
An hour later, she snuggled against him, her breath warm on his chest as she slept. Her final conclusion, after much time devoted to experimenting, was that it did, indeed, taste like cinnamon.
magic_at_mungos: Buffy Gen, Sparkly Stick of Doom, PG, Word count: 206Buffy is glad she's able to leave the odd pub. The scent of alcohol and smoke gave her a headache so she's relieved to step out into Fiction Alley. Giles will be happy that her trip has been a success. The sparkly stick of doom, she refuses to even think it in capitals much less say it in such an imposing way, is secure in the pocket of her coat and she even got to stake a creepy looking vamp who followed her into the hall by the bathrooms.
As she walks away, she sees a couple of hotties kissing against the wall. One has dark hair and he winks when he catches her watching. She hears him say, "Remus, we've got an audience," before he takes a drag off his cigarette. She rolls her eyes before the other guy looks up and walks away. She's got a date with Willow and Xander tonight and a stack of videos. She prefers Johnny Depp and sexy pirates to two old guys fucking in an alley anyway. She pats the pocket holding the sparkly stick of doom and grins as she heads back to the temporary Watcher's Council to report in before she can call it a night.
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shocolate: Harry/Ron, Strange Dream, Adult, Word Count: 562"Fiddlesticks!"
Harry was startled when he heard the exclamation. "Lumos," he whispered as he held his wand up to look down the dark hallway to his right. His eyes widened at what he saw. Ron was everywhere.
He took a step forward and stared at Ron glowering. "Who are you?" he demanded, knowing full well that was Ron back in the common room.
"I'm bored!Ron," the redhead said before sighing dramatically. "There's never anything fun to do. I've eaten all my custard and Prince Rupert stole my chocolate."
Harry backed away from him and moved down the castle hallway to the next Ron, who was scowling, wet, and covered in freckles. "Who?"
"I'm grumped!toned!self-drying!Ron," he snapped. "Wanna make something of it?"
"No," Harry hastily said before he moved to the next one. "Hey, you look the same as the other guy."
"Nah, he's self-drying! I'm just grumpy and wet," Ron snarled before he took a drink of what looked like a margarita.
"And don't even say it," another Ron spoke up as he joined Grumpy and Wet. "I'm grumpy!wet!quidditch!Ron. See? Quidditch!"
Then the two Rons began to snog and Harry could help looking at Ron's arse. He hastily moved further down the hall and gaped when he found Ron sucking his cock. Well, it obviously wasn't him since he was currently gaping at the two boys, and the other Harry was quiet wet.
"Hello, mate," Wet!Harry greeted before he leaned over and began to suck a second Ron's cock.
"I'm dry!Ron," Ron explained as Harry adjusted his growing erection. "Wet!Harry just became oral sex!Harry, you know? Isn't it funny how one act can change a person? Do you like teaspoons? I've got a collection..."
Harry didn't wait to find out more. He ran down the hallway, ducking the attack canaries, ignoring the shagging and snogging couples he past. Bill and Fleur snogging against the wall. Another version of him with Ginny, which made him stop and go, "What the bloody fuck? Wrong Weasley, moron!" and slap the back of his other version's head.
He also stopped when he ran past a Harry and a Ron with Hermione. They somehow were in the shower fucking and, God, she had nice tits. He forgot about the canaries as he began to wank, though he frowned when he noticed that Ron's foreskin seemed to be invisible. Hermione was giving Harry a fucking amazing blowjob judging from the sounds his other version was making and Harry finally gave in to temptation and knelt behind the Ron.
He parted his arse cheeks and began to lick as oral sex!Ron kept licking Hermione's wet cunt. Ron's arse was gorgeous, definitely teh pretty (Harry stopped thrusting his tongue inside Ron's arse to try to figure out why he'd thought that before deciding Ron's arse was too good to ignore), and he soon had his cock thrusting in and out. When Harry came, he cried out, "Weasley is my kink," and shot his load all over the pygmy puff tattoo on Ron's bare arse.
Harry woke up with a start, his hand covered in come, and his heart beating fast. He turned to look and saw his Ron sleeping, mouth hanging open, and snores rather loud. He grinned as he curled up beside him and drifted back to sleep, knowing he had the best version of all. The real Ron.
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gertyke: Bill/Hermione, Quill, PG13, Word Count: 233"Would you be still? You keep moving and messing up my design.""If you'd stop poking me with a sharp stick, I might stop moving."
"Bill, it's a quill. It's not very sharp and it's certainly not a stick," Hermione corrected him matter-of-factly. "I want this to look perfect."
"Why?" he asked with a hint of a whine. "It feels funny and I'm tired of lying here."
"It's only been ten minutes," she said dryly. "And what do you mean it feels weird? The texture is quiet sensual, actually. You look sexy."
"You say that I like don't always," he muttered.
Hermione put down the quill and smiled. "All done," she told him as she brushed the tip of her finger over the body paint. "Mmm...smells like cinnamon. Wonder if it tastes like it, too."
Bill looked down at her and grinned slowly. He pushed his long hair away from his face and leaned back, feeling her gaze caress the scars on his cheek as surely as if she touched him. She was touching the design she'd painted on his lower abdomen and his cock twitched in appreciation when she licked her lips. "Why don't you find out?" he suggested huskily.
An hour later, she snuggled against him, her breath warm on his chest as she slept. Her final conclusion, after much time devoted to experimenting, was that it did, indeed, taste like cinnamon.
