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@wolfstarmicrofic | May prompt #22: locked in a room | word count: 806

“You look silly like that.”

Sirius, with James’s invisibility cloak pulled up to his neck, was just a floating head bobbing next to Remus, following him around like a puppy on his prefect rounds.

Sirius winked and pinched Remus’s cheek. “Well, I’m out past curfew. Wouldn’t want to be caught.”

Remus blushed. Potent satisfaction swelled in Sirius’s chest.

Yet with only a week left until the end of their sixth year, he was tired of playing this game. Remus was never going to make the first move, which left the life altering decision on whether their friendship could survive love — requited or not, forever or not — up to Sirius.

“Stupid,” Remus mumbled, smiling.

Sirius pulled the cloak over his head and completely disappeared.

“Sirius. Stop it.”

Sirius giggled.

Remus stretched his arms out, trying to snatch the cloak. “Sirius, c’mon, where are you? You know what, whatever.”

Still hidden and following several long paces behind, Sirius let Remus walk all the way up to the seventh floor. “Moooooony,” he’d call every few minutes in a hollow voice, like a ghost. “Oh Moooooony.”

“Fuck oooooffffff,” Remus would sing back.

He acted annoyed, but Sirius saw the smile on Remus’s face. It was starting to feel dangerous being alone with him. Many a daydream involved this very scenario, with Sirius pulling Remus under the cloak, unseen, kissing him hot and fast until they were out of breath.

Sirius contemplated. His own thoughts made his face warm and zipped an energy through him he didn’t know what to do with, so he took off running. He didn’t try to hide the sound his pounding footsteps made.

“Sirius? AAHHHHG!”

Sirius tackled Remus around the middle, cloak slipping off his shoulder, knocking the wind out of them both. “Gotcha, Moons!”

Remus grabbed his shoulder and tried to pry him off. To Sirius’s surprise, he also pulled out his wand.

Sirius cackled. “Gonna hex me, Moony?”

“Thinking about it,” Remus exhaled, but pocketed it quickly. “You drive me nuts.”

“Tell me about it.” No, really, please tell me about it.

Arms still wrapped around Remus’s middle, their faces a breath away, Sirius could feel his heart beat incessantly in his temples, his longing almost giving him a headache. It would be so easy to kiss him right now.

“That’s odd.” Remus pulled away and Sirius let him.

“What?”

“The room of requirement just appeared.”

An intricately carved door, which was not there a moment ago, had nestled its way between two sleeping portraits.

Remus pulled the map from his pocket. Studying it, his eyebrows pinched together. “No one is around,” he said, looking up again and peeking down both ends of the hall. He turned back to Sirius. “Did you need something?”

“No,” Sirius lied. He was very certain he knew why the door had appeared.

“I wonder what’s inside…” Remus trailed.

Sirius very pointedly did not indulge him.

“Don’t you wonder?” Remus asked him, his annoyance turning playful. “Let’s go inside.” Remus held the door open for Sirius, and they both stepped across the threshold.

It was simply a broom closet. Cramped, dark, dusty.

“Well, this is stupid,” Remus mumbled. “Perhaps someone’s jinxed it?”

Sirius doubted it. “Maybe.”

“Let’s go then.” Remus reached for the door, but it was gone, as if it had never been there at all. He palmed the wall in a panic.

Sirius groaned and tipped his head back.

“It’s gone,” Remus breathed. “The door is gone.”

“It will come back,” Sirius calmed him.

“It’s jinxed,” Remus said to himself. “It’s a prank. Oh Merlin, is this what James was trying to tell us he was working on? I’m going to —“

“Moony. Moony.” Sirius grabbed Remus’s chin to turn his face towards him. They both stopped breathing. “It’s not jinxed.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I summoned the room,” Sirius grimaced. “On accident, but I think I did. And now it won’t let us out until I get what I asked it for.”

Remus’s eyes bounced across Sirius’s face. His stare lingered on his lips. “What did you ask it for?”

Sirius’s heart ambled up his throat until he was choking on its pulse. His grip, still on Remus’s chin, slid up to cradle his face. Sirius smoothed his thumb across Remus’s cheek, who leaned the weight of his head into Sirius’s hold. Fuck, why was this so easy and yet so hard?

“The courage to do this,” Sirius whispered, guiding Remus down to kiss him. Soft, slow, scared. When their lips met, his stomach flipped and his knees might’ve buckled.

Sirius felt Remus sigh in relief across his cheek. He threw his arms around his shoulders and felt himself be tugged in by the middle.

When they broke apart, amazed and grinning and on the verge of disbelieving laughter, the door was back.

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Fandom: The Sandman Pairing: Dreamling Rated: E Word Count: 9204 Tags: Human AU, Mechanic Hob, Rich Guy Dream, top Hob, bottom Dream, Dream of the Endless is a Horny Little Weasel, class dynamics, as a kink perhaps, Dream of the Endless is intense and unhinged, Hob matches his freak, Bossy Dream, Agreeable Hob, Service Top Hob Gadling, Enthusiatic Bottom Dream, Dream is Not Quiet in bed, there is a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet at one point, blatant disregard for typical human refractory periods, rimming, anal sex, felching-adjacent, inconsequential ingestion of lube, effusive endearments, dirty talk, overstimulation, anal fingering, help my hookup is growing feelings

Notes: Third in the Turbo Lover series (Customer Service and Every Nerve Alive on Tumblr, if AO3 is down). This one happened because Dream was insistent on getting properly fucked in the garage and I refuse to be the author who uses engine grease or motor oil for lube. This fills the free space (B2) on my @dreamlingbingo card, and is also the longest Sandman fic I've written to date.

Summary: Dream comes back to Matthew's Motor Repairs the next day and Hob gives him everything he asks for

On AO3 Hob re-locks the door as soon as he's ducked inside the shop the next morning; he's not opening for people today.

He has other obligations, after all.

He first makes a thorough job of cleaning and sweeping the floor around the Porsche. Whatever the plan today entails, he doesn't want to wind up kneeling on a bit of gravel or taking a stray hex nut to the arse cheek while he's fucking his rich admirer. Granted he may need to do a quick spot-sweep when Dream shows up—if Dream shows up—since he'll be working on the car in the meantime, but doing it now will make that faster.

…Of course Dream's going to show up, Hob's not worried. Guy was thirsty as fuck yesterday, he'll be back. He's got a car to pick up, after all, and speaking of, Hob had best make sure it's ready.

He strips out of his clothes and dons his coveralls nude, leaves them unzipped to the waist, not even bothering to keep his underwear today. It's cooler than yesterday but still plenty warm, and this will make things faster once Dream shows up. He's pretty sure Dream will appreciate the aesthetic, also.

Hob whistles to himself working under Dream's Porsche, finishing up the clutch replacement that he hadn't quite been able to focus on after Dream left yesterday. It's quick work to wrap it up and he makes sure to let grease smears accumulate on his arms and maybe he deliberately puts a couple of artistically-placed smudges on his chest, for fun.

With the clutch done, he moves on to changing the oil, flushing and refilling the other fluids, and giving the car a general tuneup. The Porsche is a beautiful machine and Hob's thrilled to have the chance to work on her.

He's thrilled to have the chance to work on her owner, too.

When the shop bell rings, Hob's heart leaps. He's just got the car all closed up and down from the ramps and done another quick sweep so assuming that's Dream, and it should be, his timing is perfect. He winds his way to the front, zipping up his coveralls just in case and opening the door.

Dream is there on the other side, as breathtakingly gorgeous as Hob remembers. "Am I the 'special circumstances'?" he asks, coy and smouldering as he taps the handwritten sign Hob had pasted in the window—Closed for walk-ins due to special circumstances; ring if you have an appointment.

"The specialist of circumstances," Hob agrees, effervescent joy and lust bubbling up inside him, spilling into his smile. "Closed up so I'm all yours. Entirely at your service."

"Wonderful," Dream purrs, stepping through the door. "For I am desperately in need of the services of a good mechanic."

Hob pulls the door closed after him, ensures it's latched in and that it's still locked, then turns with a grin. "You've come to the right place then, love. I'm at your disposal, one hundred percent, and I will personally see to your complete satisfaction. Guaranteed." He winks.

Dream steps in closer, tilts his head just enough to gaze up heatedly from beneath his lashes, toys with the tab of the zipper at Hob's collarbone. "Do you offer such comprehensive personal service to all your customers?" He's slowly drawing the zip down as he speaks.

Hob's heartrate picks up and his breath goes a bit short. "Oh no, this comes special with our uh, our loyalty rewards program," he manages, with his best charm-the-customer smile. The dainty fingertips unzipping his coveralls are very distracting.

Dream stops once he's exposed Hob's chest hair, rakes his nails through it lightly, skirting the grease smeared above it. "But this is the first time I have brought my patronage to your shop," he counters, with the prettiest little pout.

Hob shakes his head. "See I count twice; you tried out my services yesterday and found them satisfactory enough to come back today. And I'm very sure, if I meet your exacting standards, I can earn your repeat business. So I'll opt you in, because I have that much confidence in the quality of my work."

He's mixing his references clumsily, the car repairs and the sex getting muddled together, but Dream is smiling all the same. "Let us hope your confidence is not misplaced, then," he says, voice dipping lower in that way that makes Hob's stomach tighten delightfully. "I should hate to be granted such privilege unduly."

With that, Dream draws the zipper down more, then turns and steps away, casting a come-hither glance over his shoulder as he sashays toward the door into the garage. Hob, unzipped to the waist and hard already, is hot to follow, but first—

He tears the sign from the window, hangs the normal 'Closed' sign in its place, double-checks the lock and throws the deadbolt for good measure. He rounds the reception desk and logs into the phone system, makes sure the auto-answer is set to the 'closed unexpectedly' option, and sets the ringer to after-hours so it'll go straight to messages instead of ringing through. Not that he'd be stopping in the middle of whatever they're about to be doing to answer the phone, but this way they're guaranteed no distractions, no interruptions. Then he hurries after Dream.

Dream is completely naked when he gets back to the garage, leaning pale and pretty and barefoot against the side of his Porsche with his arms loosely folded and his cock hanging ready, half-hard, beautiful.

"Well hello, gorgeous," Hob says, unabashedly enthusiastic as he approaches, wondering if he's meant to just dive in or wait for a cue, if he's allowed to pull Dream into his arms and start with a kiss. His gaze falls to the delicate arches of Dream's feet, the soft pale curves of his toes (with black-painted nails!), and he's really glad he swept up first.

"You occupy my thoughts incessantly, Hob Gadling," Dream says, pushing off the car and stepping close to Hob again, hands reaching to toy with the open edges of his coveralls.

"Do I, now?" Hob decides on a caution-to-the-wind approach and snakes an arm around Dream's waist, raises a dirt-stained thumb to brush over his cheek. Dream hadn't hesitated yesterday to say what he did and didn't want; Hob will trust him to do the same today. "They're good thoughts, I hope?"

"Very," Dream breathes, gripping the coveralls, tugging marginally; his eyes are dark, his pale cheeks faintly flushed with excitement, his pretty pink lips slightly parted, and Hob sees no reason to resist the temptation presented.

The noise Dream makes when Hob kisses him is soft, eager, encouraging, and Hob presses closer, lets both hands play over Dream's bare skin, up and down his spine. Dream is kissing back, heated and insistent; he slips both hands inside Hob's coveralls, around his waist and down to grasp his arse cheeks, squeeze appreciatively, pull him closer.

Hob breaks away with a gasp, delighted and impossibly turned on; Dream squeezes again, nips at the scruff on his chin. "You are not wearing any underwear today, Hob," he murmurs, in a tone of pleased discovery, and Hob can't help grinning.

"Thought you might appreciate it," he says, breathless, hands stroking up and down Dream's biceps, leaving faint smudges behind. "Makes things a bit faster, easier—"

"And are you easy, Hob Gadling?"

"Only for you," he answers, which is truer than it would have been two weeks ago. "God, you smell good today—" He really does, floral-herbal freshness wafting from his hair, faint notes of soap and a light cologne lingering on his skin; Hob lets instinct shape his words. "So clean and pretty, too; come down to the garage to get properly dirty, have we?"

The way Dream shivers against him tells him that was indeed the right thing to say.

"Perhaps," Dream replies, and squeezes Hob's arse again. "I very much appreciate your wardrobe choices, in that regard." He brings his hands around front, one dipping to cup Hob's dick while the other draws the zipper all the way down underneath.

"Thought you might," Hob manages, while Dream's slender fingertips touch his balls, stroke with gentle pressure, and then Dream is moving, grasping at the shoulders of Hob's coveralls and pushing them off.

"I would feel you, bare, against me," is what he says, which sounds like a fine idea to Hob. He struggles briefly with the rolled-up sleeves but as soon as his arms are free Dream is in them, pressing up against him, kissing him fiercely and completely derailing any attempt at getting the coveralls all the way off.

Fuck it, Hob decides, letting them just fall around his legs as he wraps Dream close and kisses him back, hungry and insistent to match Dream's fervor. He backs him up a step, two, until Dream's narrow arse hits the Porsche again and he squirms prettily, his cock nudging up against Hob's as they break the kiss, panting.

"Over the bonnet then, love?"

Dream shakes his head, an effortlessly imperious little gesture. "I wish to ride you, first." He gestures to the creeper. "Please."

Clearly, clearly Dream's got some very specific fantasies about cars and mechanics and Hob is delighted that he gets to help make them happen. "Absolutely," he grins, shuffling down into position on the board.

Dream grabs a condom and a bottle of lube from where he'd stashed them between the windscreen and the bonnet and drops next to Hob. Which is just as well since Hob's supplies are with his clothes in the locker on the other side of the garage; he leans back on his elbows as Dream tears open the condom and rolls it onto him.

"You've got such pretty hands," he breathes, shivering at the glide of Dream's touch along his shaft, and doesn't miss the breath Dream sucks in at the compliment. "Gonna show me how you use those fingers to open yourself up? Or do I get to do that for you, hm?"

"Neither," Dream answers, rising and turning to lean over the side of the bonnet, which confuses Hob for half a second until he speaks again.

"Spread me open," he directs, and Hob is only to happy to sit up and comply, to see the greasy smudge of his fingerprints smeared on Dream's lily-white arse—

Dream is wearing a plug.

Hob's libido, already cranked to eleven, ratchets up another notch. "Oh, fuck," he breathes reverently, wide-eyed. Dream had put that in at home, had come here sitting on it, walking with it inside him, just to be ready for Hob's cock?

Christ, but that's hot.

He watches raptly as Dream's slender fingers grip the wide base and start pulling; he takes his time and Hob gets to just hold him open and watch as Dream's hole slowly stretches around the flare of the thing, bigger and bigger until it finally passes the widest point and slides the rest of the way free, and the hungry little sound of relief Dream makes as it comes out makes Hob's dick ache.

He desperately wants to slip his tongue in there, wriggle it into the shrinking gape and let Dream's body close to grip snugly around him, but Dream is a man on a mission, and that mission is getting Hob's prick inside him. He straightens up, turns and straddles Hob, fingertips to Hob's chest pressing him down as Dream squats over his lap. He drops the plug aside, reaches behind to take Hob's slicked-up rubber-wrapped cock and guide it into his body as he comes down, and the sound he makes plus the tight warm sheath of his arse have Hob absolutely riveted.

Dream lifts himself, thighs straining and hand firmly on Hob's chest now, fucks himself up and down on Hob's prick while hovering over it, letting out the most decadent moans each time he sinks onto it. He'd said he wanted to ride Hob but he's only made it as far as squatting, like he's so desperate for Hob's cock he can't even wait to get all the way into proper position for it and Hob (and his dick) definitely feel some kind of way about it. Dream's own prick bobs stiff and eager in front of him, a little drop of fluid glistening at the tip already, and Hob almost wishes he was enough of a contortionist to get it in his mouth. Later, perhaps. Right now he's got this gorgeous creature pistoning eagerly on his cock and well on his way to losing his mind, from the sound of it.

Hob spreads both hands over the tops of Dream's thighs, feeling how they tremble with exertion, and finally draws them down, forward, coaxing Dream out of his squat and into a proper kneeling position. He shifts his grip to Dream's hips and pulls him onto his cock at the same time, all the way down until he's buried deep up inside and Dream is panting the breathiest little 'yes, yes, yes's as he bottoms out, eyes wide and glazed. His hand is still planted on Hob's chest and Hob takes it up carefully, draws it to his mouth and kisses Dream's fingertips; Dream whines, gaze sharpening and honing in on Hob's actions. Hob's lips brush the pads of those fingers as he speaks.

"Did you still want to ride me, darling? Or should I hold you still and start fucking up into that pretty little hole?"

Dream shivers, makes another needy little noise and draws himself up on Hob's cock, sinks back down, does it again, and again, faster, harder, until he's panting breathless moans on every pass. His hands are planted on Hob's chest, up near his shoulders next to the grease smeared beneath his collarbone, and Hob rests his hands at Dream's hips, ready to take up the slack if he's needed.

Dream rides like a pro, to be honest, finding his rhythm and moving steadily in pursuit of his pleasure. His arse is snug and hot and slick, his voice like a song as he glides so easily up and down on Hob's prick; he feels amazing, and Hob has to remind himself to breathe as it goes on and on, to keep a rein on his own pleasure until Dream's gotten everything he needs.

At last Dream's pace begins to falter, his panting moans stuttering into broken little whimpers as he flags in his feverish bouncing. "Hob," he whines, arse wriggling lower, his fingers clutching at Hob's chest hair. "You feel. So good, inside me—"

"Do I?" Hob breathes, fingertips brushing over Dream's flanks, and it's weak, so weak as far as dirty talk goes but he can't help it. He's enamoured, struck senseless by how into this Dream is, and words are failing him.

"Yes—" Dream squirms forward and back, circles his hips beneath Hob's attentive grease-stained hands, moans prettily. "Hob, please—"

He doesn't even have to specify, it's clear enough what he's after now, and Hob moves to grip him properly, to lift him just slightly. He clutches tight, fingertips digging in to what little meat there is on Dream's arse, plants his boots on the concrete floor and thrusts up into him.

Dream cries out, clenches his fists on Hob's shoulders and throws his head back, chest heaving. Hob draws out and thrusts again, full force, and again, and Dream shudders, gasping, delighted. "Hob—yes—yes—" He squeezes tight around Hob's prick and groans, drops his head to meet Hob's gaze with fever-bright eyes. "Fuck me—I want—"

"Tell me," Hob breathes, mesmerized, shifting his feet for better leverage and thrusting into him again, and Dream warbles beautifully.

"Faster. Deeper—as hard and as deep as you can, Hob—!"

"'Course, love," Hob gasps, hips moving to comply with barely a thought, and Dream's voice rises into a long keening wail as Hob gives him precisely what he's asked for.

"Yes—yes—yes—!" He tosses his head back again, the arch of his throat working beautifully as he chokes out 'yes' after 'yes', arms stiff and trembling, hands still braced tight on Hob's shoulders.

Hob grunts with exertion, pounding up into Dream with everything he's got, thighs damp and sticking slightly where they press against Dream's. He's transfixed by the rapture in Dream's face, the sheen of sweat on his neck and chest, the stream of noises coming out of his pretty mouth; he looks and sounds like having Hob's cock in him is the best thing ever, like it's everything he wanted, and Hob is fast falling in love with how expressive he is about sex.

Dangerous thoughts, those; he puts them far away, concentrates on pumping hard and fast and deep up into Dream's lovely arse to make him come. He's careful still not to come himself; Dream has clearly got plans and it's his job to stay hard as long as Dream needs his cock.

"Hob—Hob—ahh, don't stop, Hob—!"

Hob squeezes Dream's arse, spreading his cheeks just a tiny bit more, and shifts the tempo down slightly, fucks up into him long and smooth, deep, steady. Dream wails, lost in the pleasure of it, and droops suddenly to lay over Hob's chest, a graceful fall into an open kiss interspersed with Dream's panting and whimpering. Hob shifts his hips to accommodate the changed angle and Dream sobs into his mouth, needy, desperate. His prick is nestled against Hob's belly, wet at the tip, hot and hard and Dream is moving helplessly as Hob fucks him, rutting through the hair on Hob's stomach in little jerks. He's tense in Hob's arms, trembling, skin damp with sweat all over and Hob thinks he could do this forever if he had to, fucking this gorgeous creature curled atop him but he doesn't have to, he knows, he can tell, Dream is nearly there—

Dream goes rigid abruptly, breath choking in his throat as his mouth opens wider, still meshed to Hob's. A high thin sound trickles out of his throat and Hob laps it up, fucks into him once, twice, again, and then Dream convulses with a wail, wet warmth blooming on Hob's belly. He buries himself as deep into Dream as he can and holds it there, flexes against the rhythmic clutching of Dream's arse around him, kisses Dream through the tremors and pulses of orgasm until he goes limp.

He spends a moment petting up and down Dream's spine then while Dream lies boneless atop him, catching his breath. He's still warm and tight around Hob's dick, perfect and tempting and—

And heavier than he looks, honestly; Hob shifts to take him by the shoulders, lifts him off his chest just a bit. Dream takes the cue, raises himself somewhat, blinks the haze from his eyes as he meets Hob's. The smile on his lips quickly sharpens to something simmering with heat, but Hob saw. He saw that glimpse of softness, the glow of bliss on Dream's face and he feels the way his heart trips, knows he's losing his battle.

There's a faint smudge of grease on Dream's forehead that probably came from Hob's collarbone and his dick twitches to see it. Dream shivers and squeezes around him and Hob sighs, a full and happy sound.

"You're pretty when you come," he says, gathering his wits about him again. He smears his hand through the mess on his stomach, picks up a little grease from just beside it, reaches to cradle Dream's face. "So, so pretty." He strokes his fingers back through Dream's hair, leaving a faint black smudge and sticky colorless smears on his cheekbone and more than a trace of filth in his hair.

"Only when I come?" It's a tease, accompanied by a gentle squeeze around him, and Hob shivers.

"'Course not," he murmurs, flexing his dick in response, delighted by the shiver that runs through Dream in turn. "You're pretty when you're bouncing on my cock, too. And when you tell me what you want me to do to you. And yesterday." He flexes again, warming to the topic. "You looked so pretty yesterday, with grease smeared on your face and my prick in your mouth."

Dream makes a pleased sound, squeezes his arse around Hob again, and Hob is more than ready to carry on, if Dream is. He strokes his thumb over the tacky mess on Dream's cheek. "Can I dirty you up some more, beautiful? Make you come for me again?"

"I should be very disappointed if you did not, Hob Gadling," Dream purrs, and there's that imperious little smirk again, the one Hob is already too attached to.

He'll give this man whatever he wants, and love every second of it.

"What next, then, sweetheart?" He's slowly pulsing up into Dream now in unhurried rhythm, too leisurely to be called fucking but ready to pick up the pace in a heartbeat. "Keep going like this?" The creeper is getting a bit uncomfortable, truth be told, and he wouldn't mind getting up off the floor but if Dream's not done yet he'll tough it out.

"No." Thankfully Dream sits all the way up, wriggles deliciously on Hob's cock, bottomed out and heavy-eyed with the pleasure of having it so deep inside him. "Next, I would have you—ahh—" He squirms, back arching, mouth falling open as Hob gives in to the temptation of dragging the rough grease-stained pad of his thumb over one pristine petal pink nipple. "Bend—bend me over the bonnet. Fuck me until I scream—Hob—!" He's panting as Hob caresses the tender little bud of flesh, writhing as if he could take Hob any deeper.

Hob shivers. "Fuck. Alright. As you wish, you precious beautiful man—" He lifts Dream's hips, lifts Dream off his cock as he sits up, then wraps one arm under Dream's narrow arse and heaves them both up with a grunt of exertion, his other hand braced on the car for support. It's awkward as fuck with his coveralls still wadded about his ankles and he can tell already his back and thighs are going to hate him for it tomorrow, but it's entirely worth it for the arousal that flares in Dream's widened eyes, the way he clings and wraps his legs around Hob, the way he surges in to kiss Hob again.

Hob shuffles round the front of the car using his one hand for guidance while Dream devours his mouth, and carefully lowers Dream onto the bonnet. He knows it's not the position Dream was looking for but he can't help slipping his cock back into him like this, when Dream is still wrapped around him and ripe for the plowing.

Dream breaks the kiss with a reedy little whining noise as Hob nudges inside him and sinks deep; he claws at Hob's shoulders and draws his legs back, open and practically begging and alright, okay, Hob can give him a good minute like this first, fucks into him in soft smooth rhythm. Dream's pretty pink cock is stiffening up again already, laying thick and half-filled against his belly and jolting with every thrust; he's panting open-mouthed, the sweetest little sounds falling out of him each time Hob pushes in.

"You're gorgeous like this too," Hob gets out, needing the talk to divide his focus, to keep himself going without risk of finishing. "So eager, so open, so fuckable—" Dream shudders, biting off a deep whine at the word, leaned back and still hanging onto Hob's shoulders for support, feet braced on his hips, and Hob zeroes in on his advantage. "Has no one ever called you that before, sweetheart? Fuckable?"

"None I would care to hear it from," Dream moans, pulling himself up closer, disrupting Hob's rhythm. "But. From your lips. It sounds like a benediction—" He kisses Hob, tongue plunging into his mouth, arms wrapping tight behind Hob's neck. His legs shift also, wrapping back around Hob's waist and he pulls himself close, up off the car as Hob gets his arms quickly underneath to support him.

"Give a bloke an ego, talking like that," he gasps, when Dream lets him up for air.

"It's well-deserved," Dream counters, nipping at his lower lip and shifting his weight so that Hob steps back to keep them balanced. "You are exquisite, and talented with your dick, and I wish to be so deeply and thoroughly fucked over my car that I will still feel you inside me tomorrow." He plunges his tongue back into Hob's mouth and unlocks his legs from around him, lets Hob set him back on his feet.

"Do you need a refresh on your lube first?" Hob gasps, mindful of what they've already done and what Dream still wants from him and the serviceable life of water-based lube.

Dream pauses, considering. "Perhaps," he says, with the restlessness of someone eager to get back into action but recognizing the wisdom of the question regardless.

Hob leans around him and reaches, snags the lube off the bonnet. "Let me slick you up a bit more just to be safe." He glances at his hands, perpetually stained and still dirty enough to leave smudges on Dream's skin. "Or you can, since your hands are cleaner?"

"Yes," Dream agrees, taking the bottle and squirting some out. He reaches behind himself and Hob gets to watch his face flicker through half a dozen little expressions; he's clearly moving for function over pleasure but there's enjoyment to be had all the same, from the look of it.

"There." Dream straightens as he finishes, eyes Hob with new heat in his gaze. "Are you clean."

"What?"

Dream narrows his eyes, clearly conveying both horniness and impatience in equal measure. "I am clean; I test regularly. I want your come inside me. Are. You. Clean."

Hob's libido flares, wildly. "Yes. Fuck. Yes, okay." Caution to the wind, and all that.

Dream reaches down and removes Hob's condom, drops it aside and picks up the lube again. He slicks up Hob's cock, kisses him fiercely while doing so, then turns and drapes himself over the bonnet of his Porsche and lifts up on his toes, arse presented. "Fuck me," he demands over his shoulder, breathless and eager like he hadn't just come bouncing on Hob's cock not ten minutes ago. Insatiable. "Hold me down with your work-dirtied hands and fuck me—"

Hob doesn't need to be told twice. He lines up and pushes in, bare slick and easy, all the way to the hilt. Dream makes the most appreciative and desperate little moan, wriggling backwards; Hob grabs his hip with one grease-stained hand, plants his other in the middle of Dream's narrow back and fucks.

Dream cries out, high gasping breaths punched from his lungs with every thrust and Hob just revels in it, moving in sure and steady rhythm. It's easy, so easy, smooth and slick and so good, and Dream's enthusiastic response is—it's heady, to have someone react to him this way, to want him this much, and he'll do everything he can to give Dream what he wants, to make it worth it. It's no hardship, far from it.

"Your arse is so hot," Hob pants, "so tight, absolutely perfect. Can't believe you wore that glass plug here so you'd be ready to get plowed." He grinds his hips deep in emphasis, draws out a little and relishes the way Dream whimpers when he slams back in. "Sweet of you, though. Did it turn you on, sitting on it in the cab? Feeling it move inside you when you walked? Were you horny and eager the whole way here, darling, stuffed full with your toy and imagining my prick in its place?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Dream cries, as much an answer as it is interjection. He's thrusting backward as best he can in Hob's hold, eager and desperate, and Hob keeps fucking, keeps talking.

"I loved watching you take it out. Your beautiful hole stretching bigger and bigger around it, how open you were after. Wanted to stick my tongue in there, sweetheart, wanted to eat you out, make you squirm."

Dream is gasping, wailing, trembling where Hob pins him to the car, head tossing, breath heaving under Hob's steady hand. His cock is surely leaking a mess all over the bonnet; Hob'll have to clean it for him again when they're done.

"You've got the prettiest little hole I've ever seen," Hob continues, steady and unflagging in his rhythm. He leans back, drags both hands to Dream's arse cheeks and squeezes, spreads them so he can easily see himself sinking in, his naked prick pushing and pulling at the puffy pink rim of Dream's hole again and again. He slows, savoring the sight, and Dream whines, clenches around him as he presses back in. "Absolutely beautiful," Hob breathes, thumb moving to stroke over the delicate skin stretched tight around the girth of his prick. "Exquisite. I'm so lucky I get to ravish it."

He knows on one hand he sounds ridiculous as he picks up the pace again, but on the other it's doing the trick on both counts—distracting him from his own pleasure to draw it out, and driving Dream higher at the same time.

And Dream is absolutely being driven to the heights of pleasured madness, that much is clear. He's writhing on the bonnet under Hob's steady pounding, fingers clutching futilely at the glossy surface, skin flushed and sweat-damp and sticking to the car, ribs heaving. And the sounds coming out of his mouth? Good god, he's noisy, so fucking loud and it's not like Hob doesn't love it, not like there's anyone around to hear or any other reason to hold back. It does great things for his ego, the way Dream's wailing like he's never been railed this good in his life, but Hob's got an idea and his instincts say it's spot-on, so he goes for it.

He claps his hand—still grimy from the tune-up, still a little tacky with Dream's come—he claps it gently over Dream's mouth, stifling his volume, and Dream jolts, then goes wild. His head goes all the way back, giving Hob easier coverage; his breath comes short and sharp through his nose, faster and faster in time with his cries that go higher and shriller, muffled by Hob's not-exactly-clean hand. His body has gone tense, trembling, hips thrusting back against Hob's with mounting desperation and god, but Hob is in love. "That's it, sweetheart, come for me again," he murmurs breathlessly, bending close to Dream's ear and the dried mess on his cheek and squeezing his hip, flexing the hand that covers his mouth. "Take your fill of my cock, shoot your load all over your car—I'll clean it again for you, don't worry—"

Dream stills abruptly, shaking, voice a strangled muffled shriek as he comes; Hob thrusts deep into his pulsing clenching arse and holds, intending to let Dream ride out his orgasm. But Dream wriggles, wrenches his head free of Hob's hand, gasping.

"Move—don't stop—"

So Hob moves.

He straightens up and sets both hands back on Dream's hips, fucks eagerly into him, quickly re-establishing his rhythm and speeding up. "Good?" he grunts, sweat dripping down his temple, and Dream warbles out an affirmative.

"Harder—Hob—use me, claim me, fill me—!" His voice shakes; his hands are spasming against the bonnet, his arms trembling, and his arse is so tight and slick and hot, clenches so beautifully around him, Hob isn't going to last but another moment.

"Use your pretty little hole for my own pleasure?" he gets out, pounding into it now with everything he's got, spiraling up to the horizon, and Dream sobs.

"Yes, Hob, yes—!"

"Claim it for myself?" Hob gasps, grinding deep, slamming into him again and again. "Fill you up with my come—ahh—here it is—Dream!"

Dream wails, and Hob comes, gasping, grunting, the euphoria sweeping through his veins in a warm rush. His hips jerk involuntarily, shoving deep, emptying himself thoroughly into Dream's clutching arse.

"Fuck," he pants, pulse pounding in his ears, "oh, fuck—"

It's good, so damn good, feels like it goes on forever, everything in his body alight with pleasure and pouring out through his dick, until at long last it subsides and he collapses, barely catching himself before he crushes Dream. He takes a minute, just panting above him, and then pulls out carefully—still wet and messy, regardless—with a groan. Dream whimpers, a sound of abject loss, but does not move from where he has gone limp on the car.

Hob turns carefully to perch beside him, resting his arse on the bonnet, catching his breath.

"Alright there, Dream?" he asks, after a moment.

"Mmh," is the only reply, and Hob takes a moment to just look at him, gaze sweeping over the lines of his body and the grey-black smudges he himself has left on that pristine pale skin. He lingers over the curves (such as they are) of Dream's arse, leans far enough to see where there's a mess of lube and semen dribbling down Dream's perineum to his balls, a glistening runnel of it trickling down his inner thigh—Hob shivers, arousal sparking despite the remains of orgasm still simmering in his blood.

"Christ, you look beautiful like this," he can't help saying. "Fucked out across the bonnet of your Porsche with your legs spread, and my come dripping out of your arse…"

"Silver tongue." Dream does not move from where he sprawls, languid and heavy-lidded, spread-eagled on the car, even as Hob levers himself up, moves to stand behind Dream again.

"Mmyes, that's right. Said something about having a use in mind for it, didn't you?"

"Perhaps."

"'Perhaps' he says," Hob drawls, grinning, but the idea's back in his head now and oh, he would like to get his tongue in Dream's arse, lube or no lube. He saw the bottle, it's water-based, it's not going to kill him to lick a bit of it up. "Why don't you tell me if this is what you had in mind, then."

He drops into a squat and flicks the tip of his tongue around the puffy rim of Dream's messy and very-pink hole, circling it with a light touch, and the sound that Dream makes is nothing but encouraging. His own come is no particular delicacy but just like the lube, he doesn't mind that he's getting a taste in the course of eating out this beautiful man. Dream's hole is swollen with use and sensitive and Hob kisses it softly, wets his tongue and wriggles it in, gently at first with slurping licks in between but with increasing enthusiasm until Dream is squirming against his face and he's as deep as he can get, grease-stained hands gripping those milk-white cheeks and spreading them wide.

The keening noise Dream makes urges him on and he delves back in again and again, breathless and eager, feasting until his face is sticky and his jaw aches. Finally he draws back, panting, senses filled with the smell and the taste of this man and still, Dream remains insatiable.

"More. Hob, I want more, do not send me on my way so unsated—"

He has come twice, surely he is not sincere when he says 'unsated', and yet. Here he is, pleading for more, as needy and eager as he's been the whole time. And god, but Hob wants to give him everything, is itching to finger him out but he's not doing that when his hands are still dirty, he's just not. Nor is he going to make Dream wait while he scrubs down with the Swarfega. He casts about, thinking, tongue lapping soothingly around Dream's sloppy hole all the while; there's the plug Dream was wearing but it's been sitting on the shop floor so no; it's shaped for stretching more than fucking anyway. His fingers really would be best—

"Did you bring more than just the one condom?"

"Mmh?" Dream sounds keyed up and hazy, blissed out on the attentions of Hob's tongue and Hob smiles, plants a kiss over his hole.

"Condoms, love. Have you got another?"

"Yes. Trouser pocket—"

"And where did your trousers escape to?" He kisses again, flicks his fatigued tongue inside in a teasing lick.

"Front seat." Dream wriggles, needy, restless and wanting.

"Brilliant. Hang on, got an idea—" He scrambles up and around and finds the clothes rumpled in the Porsche's driver seat, rifles through the pockets for the promised condom and tears it open, slips it over his first two fingers as he shuffles round the front of the car again, coveralls still tangled in his boots. Dream is a vision sprawled face down and spread-legged on the bonnet, eyes tracking Hob's return, and Hob won't leave him waiting another instant.

"Here we are," he murmurs, condom-clad fingers sliding down the cleft of Dream's grease-smudged arse and slipping deftly into his hole still slick with lube and Hob's jizz, Hob's spit. Hob pushes deep, curves his touch down and massages, and Dream cries out, going rigid.

Grinning, Hob leans over the bonnet beside him, fingers working deep and steady, and watches Dream's prettily-dirtied face as he comes apart. He's mewling, eyes wide, mouth open and gasping; he's come twice already and his insides are swollen and sensitive, his pleasure easy to stoke to trembling heights. Hob shifts briefly to drizzle more lube in for good measure and then gives him no quarter, fingers steady and relentless in their attentions until Dream is shaking, sobbing, tears leaking from his eyes and saliva drooling from the corner of his mouth. He pushes up on trembling arms, collapses back to his elbows, head hanging low between his shoulders. "Hob—aah—Hob, please!" It's unclear if he's begging for more or begging for mercy, but the way he flexes up on his toes and pushes back on Hob's hand is telling enough.

"Shh," Hob soothes, leaning close enough to brush his mouth across Dream's bicep in an open kiss, and then, because he can't help being just a touch evil: "Do you want to come again? Or did you need me to stop?"

"Do not stop," he manages, and it is very much an order despite his gasping breathless delivery. "Your hands are exquisite, Hob—!"

"You say the sweetest things," Hob murmurs, kissing his arm again and rubbing particularly hard with both fingers.

Dream wails, head tossing, trembling, helpless, and Hob draws his fingers partway out only to drive them back in, again and again and again, curving his touch to hit that spot on every thrust. He twists his hand as he goes, employing every expert technique he's honed in his time to bring Dream up to the edge again.

God, he loves this, having another person trust him with their pleasure and being able to give them everything they want and then some. It's heady, addictive to have this beautiful man sobbing in delight because of him, shaking apart, because of him; he desperately wants for this to not be the last time. Predictably, his mouth starts running again, pleading his case.

"You can have this anytime you like, love, I'd be delighted to take care of you again. Your pretty mouth, your pretty cock, this pretty perfect eager little hole—" He twists his fingers just so, curls and presses.

Dream warbles out a wet, broken sound that may or may not be Hob's name, bends trembling knees to widen his stance just a little, letting Hob that much deeper inside him.

Beautiful. Perfect.

"Come see me anytime you just need a good hard fuck, mmh? Whenever you want a fun and filthy seeing-too from your handsome bit of rough down at the garage?" He pauses with his fingers buried deep, strokes them fast and firm over exactly the right spot again and again and Dream wails, a high thin keening noise deep in his throat that rises into a proper scream as he comes at last. His body spasms, clenches hard on Hob's fingers in pulsing rhythm and Hob doesn't let up for a long moment, milks him relentlessly through it until he collapses onto the bonnet, boneless and panting.

Hob stills his fingers at that point but doesn't yet pull them out, savoring the snug warmth they're nestled in and the beautiful picture Dream makes like this.

He did that. He made Dream come three times, worked this posh pretty thing into a limp fucked-out mess sprawled across his expensive car.

God, but he wants to do it again.

"Do you think you've got one more in you?" He can't help it; he's always been greedy.

Dream groans, a low sound that stirs something deep in Hob's stomach. "Three times, Hob. I am spent." Yet he makes no move to rise from the car or pull off from Hob's hand, which he could easily do.

Greatly daring, tempted beyond reason by this ravenous marvelous creature, Hob twitches his fingers where they're still pressed against Dream's prostate.

Dream jerks, a shudder running through him, then squeaks when Hob does it again. "Hob—!" His eyes fly open, shining beneath his wet lashes.

"I'll stop if you say so," Hob hastens to assure him. "But you did chide me to not send you home unsated and I just want to make sure I've given you everything"—he presses again—"you need."

Dream whines through his teeth, sucks in a great gasping breath as Hob lets up and cries out when Hob's fingers curl mercilessly within him again, and again, and again. He scrabbles uselessly at the bonnet and lifts his head, mouth open, muscles straining, body trembling as Hob starts taking him apart again before he's even pulled himself back together from the last orgasm.

Hob's good with his hands, in this as well as his work, and he's quite certain he can make Dream come again in fairly short order given how sensitized and overstimulated he is. Hob is also quite certain he can draw this out just a bit longer, work him up even more before pushing him over the edge again and quite frankly, that sounds like more fun.

"Stay with me sweetheart," he murmurs in between Dream's cries, shifting his hand to stave off the cramp that wants to start. He strokes Dream's insides with both fingers, together at first and then one after the other; the condom and the grip of Dream's body restrict his range of movement somewhat but not so much that he can't do his job well.

"God, I'm so fucking lucky," he breathes, fingers still moving steadily, and kisses his way softly up Dream's arm. "You're beautiful, perfect, so pretty and so hungry and so eager—" He's planting kisses across Dream's shoulders and back between words, moving down his spine next. "And you let me touch you, worship your body, get you off again and again and again—" He bends over Dream's arse, draws his fingers partway free and spreads them as wide as the condom allows, stretching open Dream's swollen well-used hole. He dips close, slides his tongue into the gap he's created and Dream moans, gasping, trembling. Hob takes a good minute with his tongue before pulling back and sinking his fingers deep again. "This hole, this perfect hungry insatiable hole, you let me fill it as I please, with my cock and my come and my fingers—so lucky, I am. Would you let me fill you with toys, too, sweetheart? I'll bet you've got a drawerful at home; I'd love to try them with you one by one, learn the best ways to play with each, to make you scream and sob and shake—" He's massaging Dream's prostate again, thorough and unhurried and Dream is indeed sobbing, incoherent. He moves, suddenly, draws up one knee beneath him on the bonnet and then the other as Hob moves with him. He's up on all fours briefly and then sinks down, folded double on his knees with his arms stretched out to grip where the bonnet meets the windscreen and his arse opened wide, letting Hob's fingers sink as deep as possible.

"Finish me, Hob," he begs, gripping weakly around Hob's diligent fingers, voice hoarse and shaky, "make me—make me—fuck, I can't—I can't—" He sobs, trembling, and Hob. Well. He's neither a cruel man, nor strong in the face of temptation, and his hand is ready to give out as well. So he buries his fingers to the hilt, seeks out that spot and gives it his all, strokes it quick and steady and firm, both fingers together, then one after the other, together again and Dream's knees spread wide, his spent prick pressing soft against the bonnet. He's making one long sound now, low and thin and straining in his throat, interspersed with gasping gulps of breath. His body trembles, jolts every time Hob presses harder at his prostate, and Hob leans back over beside him, softly kisses the curve of his shoulder.

"I've got you, sweetheart, we're almost there," he breathes, fingering relentlessly. "Is it still good?"

"Yes—fuck—fuck—Hob!" Dream scrabbles one hand down in Hob's direction and Hob seizes it, laces their fingers together; Dream is sobbing, breathless, utterly wrecked and Hob's hand is giving out but he refuses to stop, to quit, not until—

Dream's body stiffens, convulses, bearing down on Hob's stuttering fingers in tremulous pulses and his voice has gone high, whistle-thin, and then he is gasping, tension falling out of him in a rush as he goes limp, breathing hard and heavy against the bonnet. Hob stills his aching hand at last, draws it out carefully and peels off the condom with his teeth, flings it aside. He'll clean up later. He stretches the cramping sensation from his hand and settles it lightly on Dream's still-heaving ribs, unable to keep from touching him even now that they're done.

"Alright, dove?" Hob asks, gently stroking up Dream's spine. "Can you move?" He gives a soft squeeze to their still-joined hands and is gratified to feel brief pressure in return. Dream turns his head, lifts it slightly; his eyes are wet, his hair sticking damply to his forehead and the grease smudge there; his mouth is open, a bit of drool still in the corner and Hob is helpless, gone, so fucking besotted and far too deeply attached for what this is. He dips in, kisses Dream with every soft emotion squirming captive in his chest and Dream just kisses him back, quiet, exhausted, willing.

"C'mere," Hob murmurs, straightening up, sitting back, leaning on the bonnet. He draws Dream after him, tucks him awkwardly up against his side and Dream allows it, nestles underneath his arm, still catching his breath.

This is the drawback to sex in the garage, Hob decides wryly; there is nowhere really suitable or comfortable for post-coital cuddles. He's seriously considering whether he can slide into the passenger seat of the Porsche with Dream in his lap when finally Dream stirs, lifts his head, shivers all over as he straightens and graces Hob with a small smile.

"I believe I will make use of your shop for all my future service needs," he says, primly, with a playful note underneath the exhaustion.

Hob laughs, hearty and full-bodied and joyous. "Glad to hear it," he says, when the laughter subsides. He's so utterly gone on this man, no matter how unlikely a pair they make, and he feels far too good right now to care about the future heartbreak he'll inevitably have to deal with.

He helps Dream down from the car then, steadies him on his feet and sees him around to the driver's seat where Dream first downs half the bottle of water he brought with him and then proceeds with re-dressing. Hob makes to get his coveralls pulled back up into place at that point but Dream stops him. "You promised to clean my spend off my car, I believe," he says, with that tone in his voice that makes Hob's insides go warm despite himself.

"Absolutely," he confirms, waiting, because there was clearly more forthcoming.

"I should like to see you with your trousers around your ankles and your arse on display while you do so." Dream blinks at him, all coquettish charm that is somehow enhanced by his disheveled and dirtied and half-dressed state. "If you are amenable, of course."

"I can do that for you," Hob agrees, delighted, even as he feels his face heat. It's not at all what he's used to but being ogled, being objectified—especially by his beautiful Dream—is no hardship, whatever his reason.

He finds a rag and the polish while Dream finishes putting himself back together and comes round the front of the Porsche again, and then Hob cleans up the bodily fluids on the bonnet, sweat and semen and lube and anything else, coveralls still around his ankles as requested. He wiggles his arse just a bit, since Dream is watching, and when that gets a pleased little sound out of Dream he does it a bit more, putting his whole body into the cleaning motions, bending at the waist and letting his hips swing in wide suggestive arcs.

"There," he says, finished, tossing the rag aside, and his arms are full of Dream as soon as he turns.

"Magnificent," Dream breathes against his mouth, and kisses him, warm and wet and thorough. Hob gives back as good as he gets, threads his hands into Dream's hair, and Dream's hands skate down his bare sides, around his hips and lower, seizing his arse cheeks and squeezing. His fingernails comb through the hair there and Hob squeaks, delighted, dick twitching with interest.

Dream breaks the kiss after only a few seconds. "There is so much more I want to do with you," he murmurs, kneading Hob's arse in slow sensual motions, "but I am spent. Well used. Sated, despite my lingering desires." He releases one cheek, moves to draw a fingertip along the slit of Hob's mostly-soft cock, where he surely encounters the tacky lube-laced remains of Hob's earlier orgasm. He brings that finger to his mouth, makes a show of licking it delicately before slipping it into his mouth to suck properly, and Hob whimpers.

"Dream, love, I meant what I said. Pop by anytime you need, I'll take care of you—"

"I believe you. After all, you have opted me into your loyalty program, yes? I must be sure to claim all of my associated benefits." He steps back, pulling out his phone and handing it to Hob with the contacts open. "Your number, please."

Hob types it in gladly, hits save, hands the phone back.

Dream cradles it close, a look on his face like he's savoring the addition of Hob's number, and glances up at Hob through his lashes. "I look forward to employing your services again, Hob Gadling. You are very much worth the trip."

"You just like me for my rugged filthiness," Hob says, a tease to keep his head in the right place—there's still no sense getting sentimental, after all, no matter the elated cartwheels his ego is doing at those words.

Dream regards him haughtily, one eyebrow lifting; the grease stains do nothing to diminish the expression. "I am quite certain I would enjoy you equally as much cleaned up and dressed up, that I might wine and dine you, take you home to my bed for an evening."

Hob almost, almost detects a hint of vulnerability threading the words and grins, a little pang of tenderness tugging helplessly behind his chest. "Think so, do you?"

"Would you like to test my theory?" There is something both hesitant and eager underneath his casual tone, and Hob's heart trips a little as that tug grows stronger.

"Why, Mr. Atelíotes, are you asking me out? On a proper date?"

"Perhaps." It's equal parts caginess and coy teasing, and Hob is forced to admit—again—that he's smitten despite himself.

"Well." He grins, dialing it up to his most charming. "Rumor has it I'm excellent company whether my dick's involved or not. And while a standard dinner date may not be as fantasy-worthy as getting plowed by the rough mechanic in his garage, I think we could still have a good time." He's showing his hand a bit, gently calling Dream on the fantasy fulfillment that has obviously been going on here, but what's life without a little risk? Especially when the potential reward is so very worth it?

"You are very confident of your own appeal," Dream replies, mouth turning up at one corner in a way that tips over from 'cautious' to 'amused'. And if Hob's not mistaken, there's a hint of pink blushing over his porcelain complexion under the filth clinging to his cheekbone.

He grins, spreads his arms, still stark naked with his coveralls around his ankles. "Am I wrong, though?"

"…No," Dream decides, after a long moment of deliberation, and Hob steps closer to him, dares to touch his face affectionately.

"Why don't you pick me up here at seven tomorrow night. Tell me exactly how posh I should dress, and we'll see where it goes?" He leans in, presses his lips softly to Dream's.

Dream hums into it, pleased, and palms his chest gently before pulling away. "Very well. Seven, tomorrow night. I will make us a reservation and text you the dress code."

Hob smiles, an effervescent sort of happiness bubbling up inside him. "Sounds perfect."

He finally puts his coveralls back in order after that, zipped just past the waist, and makes certain that the condoms are picked up and Dream gets his lube and his toy all collected before he shifts back into business mode. Dream is no more interested in cleaning his face before leaving today than he was yesterday so Hob moves on; he explains the repairs and runs Dream's credit card, then returns his keys and guides him in backing the Porsche out of the garage. Dream leans out the window once he's clear and Hob ducks down, delighted to get a final kiss.

"I'll be waiting to hear from you," he says, trying to temper the giddy anticipation he feels against the reality of their acquaintance, and Dream's soft smile turns sultry around the edges.

"I will be counting the hours until I see you again, Hob Gadling," he purrs, and drives off.

The way the Porsche jerks when he shifts after turning the corner makes Hob wince.

Maybe, if they do continue whatever this is beyond a single dinner date, maybe Hob can give him some tips on driving stick so he doesn't burn out the new clutch.

Then again, the more Dream abuses his poor car, the more excuse he'll have to invoke his 'loyalty rewards'.

And Hob doesn't think that's such a bad thing, in the end.

= Started: 5/4/24 Drafted: 9/17/24 Posted: 9/21/24

[gigglepuffpixie]

Know Nuts November

i warned you!

[pocketbelt]

Blue Archive: Volume F: Where All Miracles Begin (& associated events)

Those events being Operational Plan: Nisir’s Summit, Ark of Atrahasis Conquest and Phrenapates Showdown, because they pulled out every fucking stop for the grand finish of Story Arc #1.

When a gacha game’s story arc manages to pull off gameplay-story integration far beyond what games with thousands of staff and hundreds of millions of dollars in budget across a 5-7 year dev time don’t even consider doing, because that would involve giving a shit about your gameplay

Blue Archive’s Volume F could be a perfect end to its story, practically, incorporating as it does basically every single last character possible, referencing basically every single event and giving all of its dozens their moments in the sun. I’m glad it isn’t, because more is unbelievably welcome, but as grand endings to years of story go it’s top tier. Even the earliest and seemingly completely irrelevant events like Bunny Chasers On Board pay off here, it’s nuts.

As well as using its standard story format to deliver the plot, the game locked progress behind clearing Nisir’s Summit (all recurring raid bosses active, needing to be worn down by the server), Ark of Atrahasis Conquest (the ‘territory control’ hex grid map event type) and Phrenapates Showdown (server-wide co-op raid event); they ‘used the whole animal’ when it came to using game mechanics and modes for this story, to say nothing of the final trick of Phrenapates Showdown (ROT13 cipher: znxvat lbh gryrcbeg gur fghqragf bhg bs gur rkcybqvat rarzl onfr, naq gura yrggvat lbh hfr gur svany bar erfreirq sbe gur cynlre punenpgre gb fnir Fuvebxb Nygre vafgrnq, lbhefrys, abg ivn phgfprar). I don’t know how well that plays after the events end, but if they’re integrated even in basic form that’d be ideal.

There’s too many great lines to share, too many good moments, payoffs, arc resolutions and advancements and character developments, too many to share. Blue Archive isn’t as philosophical and often isn’t as deep or complex as contemporaries can be, it’s practically meathead at points, but that is also its strength. It’s earnest, often simple, regularly fucking funny and it manages its characters and story threads better than you would expect. It doesn’t fall into the trap of wallowing in the struggles and miseries of its world, but actually does something with and about them.

When the gacha game story arc breaches the GOTY list.

And for a slightly spoilery take: Blue Archive Volume F hits the same notes and has the same anti-nihilistic "life is worth living for its own sake" declaration as Final Fantasy XIV: Endwalker, only it doesn’t shit the bed in the final hours and devolve into gracelessly yelling it on repeat and beating your head in with it. So yeah, Volume F > Endwalker

[wearepaladin]

So, some cool updates to what’s going on with the Paladin in the game I’m running.

TLDR: He has, for now, become an Oathbreaker.

Story time:

The group had made their way to Ancients Haunt in the arbor graves, looking for a key or a lock based on the visions of the Paladin- Zagähk. (Zah-geck) Their adventures took them into the ruins of an eldritch site. One of the final hiding places of the Septarchs. Xia’ind- Septarch of change, growth and decay. This came on the heels of revelations given by an ancient immortal Jackalwere (one who splits into a pack of around 50 jackals when shifting) who told Zagähk, Louva, and Akylla about the origin and purpose of the path of beasts, why they in particular were tied to it, and what it would mean for them. Specifically for Zagähk, the revelations entailed how his goddess Mirandi, lady of the wilds came to power. How she took power from another to achieve divinity, and how she usurped the throne of the dead moon goddess Rhiannon and has claimed- without right- it’s power.

While exploring the ruins of rhe eldritch facility, Zagähk had several visions, and was even overtaken by Xia’ind once, as that soul is the one inside him. He saw Xia’s death at hands of Mirandi- one that was met with acceptance if not without struggle. The Septarch of Change does not fear the agents of it.

However, when the group finally found the body, seated with another of these stone trees sprouting through him, this one spouting three stone acorns. Zagähk, in reverence, left the glaive he had wielded since he left home 12 years ago, and took up Xia’s axe, Inevitability. The group gathered the acorns and prepared to leave

Only with the sound of chimes, something appeared behind them. Starias, Wrath of Mirandi. A celestial appeared, seething with rage, at Zagähks shaken faith, at his acts that are counter to his goddess’s will- at least in their eyes. To take up her enemies blade?

Starias is a reigar and using their talarinth, copied themselves and by their authority as Mirandi’s Wrath, named Zagähk Oathbreaker and stripped him of his abilities. He changed subclass to Oathbreaker Paladin from oath of the ancients and then shit went sideways.

Now Zagähk- he’s a mild mannered dude. He’s kind, he wants to protect, he’s kind of pure and simple and conflict averse. Tended to shut down instead of actually talk through the things making him mad. This time, through the psychic link they share they didn’t feel Zagähk cut himself off. They felt his fucking RAGE. The party went IN on Starias who summoned Coatl to help deal with the numbers and a brutal back and forth went down, though the party clearly had the upper hand, their output is nuts.

All the while Starias was berating Zagähk, giving him shit for how he had let himself be manipulated, how he was never worthy of the guidance he had been given, that Mirandi had made a mistake in trying to shape him into a champion.

As they took the celestial lower and lower, Starias entered phase two and using the unbridaled power of the wilds healed their wounds and caused the tree growing through Xia’s body to sprout, the petrified wood growing at an insane rate to sprout through the top of the ruin and out of the Demi plane entirely. Unfazed despite heavy wounds, the group went fucking in, Zagähk blasted his final attacks into Starias dealing 70 damage in one turn while Louva stunned, threw the clone off the top of tree then had the Warlock hex, and dual eldritch blast them on the way down causing them to disaperate. Starias was left at 2 hp

Suddenly Zagähk and Starias found themselves in a remote mountain glade. Tall pines shaded them as a pack of massive wolves made their way towards the pair. The leader continued forward. Shifting into the tanned dark and wild haired spear maiden Mirandi. She was furious,

“STARIAS. On whose authority do you act”

“Milady- I only ever served”

“My wrath, I gave no order to enact punishment upon this man, on who’s authority do you act?”

“My own…”

“…”

“Milady!”

“Begone” and with a wave of her hand and a breath of sulfurous air the celestial vanished.

Starias is in hell now.

Zagähk was left with his goddess. His goddess no longer.

She would not look at him. Until finally she did. She apologized for what happened. Healed his wounds. Zagähk flinched away from her. She cringed. He could see her guilt… her fear. Of him. She was afraid of him. She apologized, she sounded broken. She told him she had seen something of herself in him and so she had decided to shape him, his path. To make him her champion. But when Xia’inds soul awoke in him (back in session 1 when the souls housed in all the party woke) she was terrified. Terrified of what Zagähk would learn, would think of her if he knew the full truth. She would tell him the full truth. So she apologized and said this would be goodbye.

Zagähk squared his shoulders, no longer keeping his eyes downcast and he said the most badass thing I’ve ever heard.

“Thank you for your apology, and thank you for taking me this far. But I don’t need you. I will still protect people, and I will find the truth. I will save my friends with or without you. After all, I’m not the Blade of Mirandi. I’m the Blade of the Wilds.”

And he could see in that barest moment he saw the faint hint of a smile on her face before he returned to the material plane.

That was long, sorry.

Don’t apologize! That was utterly cinematic to read and experience. It deserves fanart it was so good. Thank you for sharing it with me.

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can you think of names for all the series 2 cores in giants

here's one: Rich Blitz Trigger Happy [in refrence to his railcannon upgrade for the machine gun]

Oooooo okay I can try!

Spyro: Fired Up Spyro

Double Trouble: Triple Threat Double Trouble

Wrecking Ball Wreck Rolling Wrecking ball

Trigger happy: Rich Blitz Trigger happy

Drobot: Geared Up Drobot

Drill Sergeant: Pinpoint Drill Sergeant

Flameslinger: Wildfire Flameslinger

Eruptor: Lava Belch Eruptor

Ignitor: Burning Honor Ignitor

Gill Grunt: Spear Fisher Gill Grunt

Zap: Wave Rider Zap

Slam bam: Cold Hard Slam bam

Stealth Elf: Blade-jitsu Stealth elf

Stump smash: Nut Crackin Stump smash

Zook: Lock n Loaded Zook

Hex: Dark Arts Hex

Cynder: Soul Storm Cynder

Chop chop: Sharp Shield Chop Chop

Whirlwind: Cloudburst Whirlwind

Sonic Boom: Super Mom Sonic Boom

Lightning Rod: Thunder Striker Lightning Rod

Terrafin: Sand Swimmer Terrafin

Bash: Quake Rollin Bash

Prism Break: Crystal Charged Prism Break

I don't know if these are that good... But I tried

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Grade B16 Bolt, Nuts, Washers: Manufacturer & Supplier Overview

What is Grade B16 Bolt and Why It Is Important?

The Grade B16 bolts are used in many heavy-duty industries because of their heat resistance and high tensile strength. These bolts, which are designed to withstand environments of high pressure and temperature, are part the ASTM A193 standard. They are important because they can secure critical components in extreme conditions. This is especially true in applications like power plants, refineries and the automotive industry.

Specifications and requirements for ASTM A193 Grade B16 Bolts

ASTM A193 specifies alloy steel and stainless bolting materials primarily for high-temperature, high-pressure applications. The Grade B16 is made of alloy steel, specifically chrome-molybdenum. Bolts must have specific mechanical properties.

Minimum Tensile Strength: 860 MPa

Minimum yield strength 725 MPa

Temperature resistance: suitable for temperatures up to 45 degC

The bolts are tested for their chemical composition, hardness and performance when stressed to make sure they meet the required requirements.

Use Grade B16 Bolts for Various Industries

The Grade B16 bolts are highly valued in multiple industries because they offer many benefits.

Heat Resistant: Grade B16 bolts are made of a chromium and molybdenum alloy that is ideal for high temperature applications.

Corrosion Resistant: These products resist corrosion and oxidation to ensure longevity, even in harsh environments.

Durability Grade B16 bolts are resistant to repeated use, heavy loads and can be used for long-term installations.

Cost Effective: Due to their long life expectancy, these bolts offer a high return on investment.

Types of Grade-B16 Bolts

Grade B16 bolts are available in different types for various applications.

Hex Bolts Widely used to secure components in construction and machinery.

Carriage Bolts: Known for their smooth, rounded head, which provides a cleaner finish and is often used in woodworking or metal applications.

Flange bolts: This type of bolt has a washer-like flange built in that helps to distribute pressure and provide a stronger connection.

Stud Bolts : Used for flanged pipes and other critical joints that require superior strength.

Each type is designed to meet specific requirements based on application strength, environmental conditions, and mechanical requirements.

Different types of nuts and washers used with grade B16 bolts

Grade B16 bolts are often used with various types of nuts and washers to create secure and stable assemblies. Common combinations include:

Hex Nuts : Designed to be used with hex bolts.

Lock Nuts : Used to prevent loosening when vibration or stress occurs.

Flat Washers : Distributes the load and protects surfaces against damage.

Spring Washers : Maintain tension in dynamic environments to prevent loosening.

These combinations will ensure that the bolting assembly is able to withstand vibrations, thermal expansion and mechanical stress.

Production Process of Grade B16 Bolts - From Raw Materials to the Finished Product

The manufacturing process of Grade B16 bolts begins with the selection of high-quality alloy steel (usually chromium-molybdenum). These steps include:

Raw Materials Selection High-quality alloy is used to ensure durability.

Forming and Cutting: Steel is cut to the required lengths and bolts are shaped into the desired shape by forging or cold-heading.

Threading : Bolts threaded with precision dies ensure compatibility between nuts and bolts.

Heat Treatment Bolts are heat treated to increase strength and heat resistance.

Finishing : Bolts have a coating or treatment to prevent corrosion, usually with zinc or phosphate.

Inspection : The product is tested for quality, such as hardness, tensile and chemical analysis.

Quality Measures for Grade B16 bolts: Ensuring strength and durability

In order to maintain the integrity of Grade B16 Bolts, there are strict quality control measures in place.

Material Test: Verifies that the alloy composition is in accordance with ASTM A193 specifications.

Dimensional checks: Checks that bolts are threaded and meet exact measurements.

Mechanical Test: Verifies the tensile strength and yield strength of materials.

Non Destructive Testing includes methods such as ultrasound testing to detect internal faults.

Verification of Heat Treatment: This ensures that the bolt has been heat treated properly to increase strength and resistance.

These rigorous quality control processes ensure that bolts are fit and reliable for demanding applications.

Uses of grade B16 bolts in different industries

The Grade B16 bolt is used in many industries, especially those that need heat-resistant and durable fasteners.

Construction : Used to secure heavy steel structures such as bridges or high-rise building.

Automotive : Engine components, especially in high-performance cars where pressure and heat are high.

Oil & Gas : For pipelines and refineries as well as other equipment that is subjected extreme temperatures and pressures.

Power Generation : Used for turbines, nuclear reactors and boilers where reliability is critical.

Petrochemical : High-pressure valves and pumps.

These bolts are designed to provide the reliability necessary to prevent costly failures in mission critical environments.

Factors to consider when choosing the right supplier for grade B16 bolts

It's important to take into consideration the following when choosing a supplier of Grade B16 bolts:

Certifications: Ensure the supplier adheres to ASTM A193 standards and has proper certifications.

Quality control: Check that the supplier has a strict quality control process and can provide test results.

Experience : Select a supplier who has a proven track record in the manufacture and supply of high-quality bolts.

Customization The supplier must be able meet certain requirements, such as size, quantity, and coating.

Customer Service: Reliable vendors offer strong after-sales and technical support.

By choosing a reputable supplier, you can be assured that the bolts are manufactured to the specifications required for your application. This will minimize risks and improve performance.

Conclusion

Bolts of Grade B16 are essential in industries that require strength, heat resistance and durability. Knowing the ASTM A193 standard, the types of bolts and nuts used, the manufacturing process, and the quality control measures will help you choose the right bolts. It is important to partner with a trusted supplier in order to get high-quality products which perform well under even the most difficult conditions.

FAQ

1. What do the Grade B16 bolts for? 

Bolts in Grade B16 can be mostly employed in high-temperature and high-pressure locations, including nuclear, petrochemical as well as power generation.

2. What are the specifications that B16 bolts of grade B16 bolts meet? 

Grade B16 bolts are in compliance with ASTM A193 requirements, making sure they comply with strict standards in high tensile strength as well as heat resistance.

3. Do B16 bolts of grade B16 bolts stand up to wear and tear? 

Although the Grade B16 bolts have excellent tensile strength as well as heat resistance However, they might require further treatments or coatings in order to increase their resistance to corrosion.

4. Are washers and nuts available in B16 grade material? 

We do offer washers and nuts made of suitable materials that meet the specifications of B16 bolts of Grade B16 bolts.

5. What size bolts in Grade B16 do you produce? 

We offer a range of sizes suitable for Grade B16 bolts that can be used for various industrial needs. Sizes that are custom-designed can be made on request.

6. What can I do to assure compatibility between my components making use of B16 grade fasteners? B16 fasteners? 

Our technical staff can provide guidance in selecting the right washers and nuts that are compatible with the specifications of your project using grade B16 bolts.

7. Do you issue certificates to your grade B16 items? 

All of our Grade B16 items come with a complete certification that confirms compliance with the ASTM A193 specification.

8. What is the time frame for a order from Grade B16 Fasteners? 

Time frames for delivery vary according to the size of your order and any customization needs We strive to get standard orders out on time and maintain top-quality production standard.

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Bolt Manufacturers: Crafting the Backbone of Modern Industry

In the world of construction, automotive, aerospace, and manufacturing industries, bolts may seem small, but their role is anything but insignificant. These humble fasteners hold together the structures that define our daily lives. But what makes a great bolt, and how do bolt manufacturers ensure they meet the rigorous demands of modern engineering?

What Are Bolts, and Why Are They So Essential?

Bolts are more than just pieces of metal. They are the building blocks of infrastructure, machinery, and countless other applications. Without reliable bolts, our bridges would crumble, vehicles would fall apart, and manufacturing processes would grind to a halt.

At their core, bolts serve a simple purpose: they fasten two or more objects together. But not all bolts are created equal. From materials to design, the factors that go into producing a high-quality bolt are numerous and complex.

The Bolt Manufacturing Process: Precision in Every Step

Bolt manufacturing involves a highly intricate process designed to ensure durability, strength, and reliability. Each bolt undergoes several critical stages to meet industry standards.

Material Selection: The first step in creating a top-tier bolt is selecting the right material. Typically, bolts are made from high-strength steel alloys, but stainless steel, titanium, and other metals can also be used depending on the application. The choice of material determines the bolt's strength, corrosion resistance, and durability.

Forging: Once the material is selected, the bolt is forged. This process involves heating the metal to a high temperature and shaping it using specialized machines. Forging gives the bolt its basic shape and enhances its structural integrity.

Threading: After forging, the bolt is threaded. This step is crucial because the threading ensures that the bolt can be fastened securely. Precision is vital here, as even the slightest deviation in the threading process can compromise the bolt's functionality.

Heat Treatment: To further enhance strength, bolts often undergo heat treatment. This involves heating the bolt to specific temperatures and then cooling it rapidly, altering its internal structure to increase hardness and durability.

Surface Coating: Finally, bolts are coated to protect them from corrosion and wear. Depending on the application, coatings such as zinc plating or galvanization may be applied.

Different Types of Bolts and Their Applications

The variety of bolts produced by manufacturers is staggering. Each type is designed for a specific purpose, and selecting the right bolt for the job is crucial to ensure the integrity of the structure or machinery.

Hex Bolts: One of the most common types, hex bolts are used in a wide range of applications, from construction to machinery. Their six-sided head allows for easy tightening and loosening with a wrench.

Carriage Bolts: With a rounded head and a square section beneath it, carriage bolts are often used in wood construction. The square section locks the bolt in place, preventing it from spinning as the nut is tightened.

Anchor Bolts: These are designed to secure objects to concrete. They are commonly used in construction to anchor structural elements to foundations.

Lag Bolts: Known for their large size and strength, lag bolts are used to fasten heavy materials like wood and metal. They are commonly used in construction and deck building.

Eye Bolts: Featuring a loop at one end, eye bolts are used for lifting or attaching cables and chains. They are often found in rigging and lifting applications.

The Future of Bolt Manufacturing: Innovation and Sustainability

As industries evolve, so too does the demand for better, stronger, and more sustainable bolts. Manufacturers are continuously innovating to meet these demands.

Advanced Materials: New materials, such as carbon fiber composites and advanced alloys, are being developed to create bolts that are lighter yet stronger than ever before.

Automation and Precision Engineering: The rise of automation in manufacturing is enabling greater precision in bolt production. Robotic systems and computer-aided design (CAD) ensure bolts are produced with minimal deviation, improving both efficiency and quality.

Sustainable Manufacturing: With increasing emphasis on environmental responsibility, bolt manufacturers are adopting greener production methods. This includes using recycled materials, reducing energy consumption, and minimizing waste in the manufacturing process.

Superb Quality Bolt Manufacturer in India

Bhansali Fasteners is one of the biggest bolt manufacturers in India. Bolts are an excellent choice for fluid transfer in a variety of sectors, including as food, chemicals, oil & gas, pharmaceuticals, and construction. They also provide advantages for sustainability and cheap maintenance costs. They offer dependability and security.

We provide low-cost, high-quality bolts to ensure efficient and effective work. Our bolts meet numerous standards, including ASTM, ASME, ANSI, UNS, and DIN. Our collection, which includes various sizes, thicknesses, bars, and grades, meets a diverse variety of requirements. In addition, we are a major screw manufacturer in India.

One of the top bolt manufacturers in India is Bhansali Fasteners. Bolts are polished in compliance with the dimensions and thickness of the wall specified by the client. An additional choice for situations with greater requirements is heat treatment. We manufacture, provide, and stock a wide variety of bolts in different sizes at competitive prices. Additionally, look at the bolt weight chart.

We are also a Bolt Manufacturers in UAE, Bolt Manufacturer in Bangladesh.

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Nuts and Bolts: The Foundation of Automotive Engineering

Fasteners like nuts and bolts are often overlooked but crucial components in the complex world of automotive engineering. Without them, even the most advanced engines or chassis would fail. Fasteners hold everything together, from the engine to the suspension, ensuring vehicles operate safely and efficiently.

What Are Nuts and Fasteners?

Fasteners are devices that secure components together. Nuts, paired with bolts or screws, form a strong connection, providing stability for engine components, the chassis, suspension systems, and wheels.

Types of Automotive Fasteners

Hex Nuts and Bolts: Commonly used for engine mounts and suspension parts.

Lock Nuts: Resist loosening due to vibrations, essential for suspension systems.

Flange Nuts and Bolts: Provide even pressure distribution to reduce wear.

Stud Bolts: Used in parts needing frequent disassembly, like cylinder heads.

Rivet Nuts: Provide permanent fastening, often used in body panels.

U-Bolts: Secure heavy-duty parts like suspension leaf springs.

The Evolution of Fasteners in Automotive Engineering

Standardized fasteners revolutionized the automotive industry during the early 20th century, especially with Henry Ford’s assembly line in 1913. This made vehicle production and repair more efficient. Today, high-strength materials like stainless steel and alloy steel have further improved fastener durability and performance.

The Importance of High-Quality Fasteners

Using high-quality fasteners is critical for vehicle safety:

Strength and Durability: Automotive fasteners must withstand high pressure and stress.

Vibration Resistance: Fasteners that resist loosening due to constant movement prevent components from falling apart.

Corrosion Resistance: To maintain strength, fasteners exposed to the elements must resist corrosion.

DIY Maintenance: When to Replace Fasteners

Regular Inspections: Check for rust or wear during routine maintenance.

Replace Stripped Fasteners: Damaged fasteners should be replaced to maintain vehicle safety.

Follow Torque Settings: Use the manufacturer's recommended torque to avoid over- or under-tightening.

Leaders in Automotive Fasteners

Companies like Bulten AB and Stanley Black & Decker have been at the forefront of fastener innovation, supplying high-quality products for automotive use.

Sandhri Associates: Your Trusted Fastener Supplier

Sandhri Associates offers a range of nuts and fasteners, from hex bolts to U-bolts, ensuring your vehicle stays safe and functional. Contact us or visit our Fasteners Collection to learn more.

Contact Us: +91-9315518391 | +91-7290814098 Email: exports@sandhriassociates.com Product Link: Nuts and Fasteners

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The Role of Bolts & Nuts in Industrial Applications – Akbarali Enterprises

Akbarali Enterprises, a renowned Bolt Manufacturer in India and one of the top Nuts manufacturers in India has established itself as a leader in producing high-quality industrial-grade fasteners. With a strong commitment to manufacturing excellence, the company offers a comprehensive range of bolts and nuts that meet the demands of various industries. Regarding industrial applications, the quality and reliability of bolts and nuts play a critical role in ensuring safety, durability, and efficiency.

High-Quality Bolts from Akbarali Enterprises

Bolts are a fundamental component in countless applications, from construction and machinery to automotive and infrastructure projects. Akbarali Enterprises stands out as a trusted Bolt Manufacturer known for its wide variety of bolts designed to meet the highest industry standards. As one of the leading Bolts Suppliers in India, Akbarali Enterprises provides solutions that ensure the strength and durability required in demanding environments.

Types of Bolts Offered

Akbarali Enterprises offers an extensive range of bolts, each tailored to specific applications. Some of the key types of bolts available include:

Carriage Bolts: These bolts are widely used in wood and metal construction due to their smooth, domed head and square neck that prevents turning during installation.

Hex Bolts: Hex bolts are commonly used in heavy-duty industrial applications where strong, secure fastening is essential.

Anchor Bolts: These bolts are designed for securing structural elements to concrete or masonry surfaces, making them ideal for construction projects.

Eye Bolts: Eye bolts are perfect for lifting applications, providing a secure connection point for rigging equipment.

As a leading Bolt Manufacturer in India, Akbarali Enterprises ensures that every bolt is manufactured precisely, providing high tensile strength, corrosion resistance, and reliability even in the most challenging environments.

Comprehensive Range of Nuts by Akbarali Enterprises

Just as bolts are essential for holding components together, nuts are the complementary fasteners that complete the job. Akbarali Enterprises is recognized as a top Nuts manufacturer in India, offering a wide selection of nuts for various industrial applications. The company's expertise in fastener manufacturing has positioned it as a trusted Nut Supplier in India, providing high-quality nuts that meet international standards.

Types of Nuts Offered

The extensive range of nuts offered by Akbarali Enterprises includes:

Hex Nuts: These are among the most commonly used nuts in a variety of applications, providing a strong and secure hold when paired with corresponding bolts.

Square Nuts: Designed for use in tight spaces, square nuts offer more surface area in contact with the material, ensuring greater strength and durability.

Flange Nuts: Flange nuts have a built-in washer that distributes pressure more evenly, making them ideal for high-vibration environments.

Lock Nuts: Lock nuts are designed to prevent loosening due to vibrations or torque, ensuring a secure hold in machinery and automotive applications.

As a reliable Nut Supplier, Akbarali Enterprises provides a wide range of nuts made from high-quality materials, ensuring long-lasting performance in even the harshest environments.

Precision and Durability with Akbarali Enterprises

At Akbarali Enterprises, precision and durability are at the forefront of every product they manufacture. The company utilizes advanced manufacturing techniques and high-quality materials to produce bolts and nuts that adhere to stringent quality control standards. As a leading Bolt Manufacturer and Nuts manufacturer in India, Akbarali Enterprises ensures that all fasteners offer superior strength, resistance to wear and tear, and protection against corrosion.

Nut Weight Chart in Kg and mm

For industries that require precise specifications, knowing the exact dimensions and weight of nuts is critical for selecting the right fasteners. Akbarali Enterprises provides a comprehensive Nut Weight Chart in Kg and mm, which serves as a valuable reference for engineers, architects, and project managers.

This chart helps users determine the weight of various nuts based on their size (in mm) and material composition. Whether it's for construction, machinery, or automotive use, having access to a detailed Nut Weight Chart in Kg and mm ensures that the correct fastener is chosen for each application, reducing the risk of failure and improving overall performance.

Commitment to Quality and Customer Satisfaction

As a prominent Bolt Manufacturer in India and Nut Supplier in India, Akbarali Enterprises is committed to providing customers with the highest level of quality and service. The company’s extensive portfolio of fasteners is backed by decades of experience, industry expertise, and a focus on innovation.

Akbarali Enterprises understands the unique needs of different industries and works closely with clients to provide customized solutions. Their robust distribution network ensures timely delivery of fasteners, making them one of the most reliable bolt suppliers in India and Nut manufacturers in India.

Conclusion

In the fastener industry, reliability, precision, and quality are non-negotiable. Akbarali Enterprises has consistently proven itself as a leader in the manufacturing of industrial-grade bolts and nuts, offering a diverse range of products tailored to meet the specific needs of various sectors. Whether you're in construction, automotive, or heavy machinery, you can trust Akbarali Enterprises to deliver fasteners that exceed expectations. With their comprehensive Nut Weight Chart in Kg and mm and commitment to customer satisfaction, Akbarali Enterprises is your go-to source for high-quality bolts and nuts in India.

We are also the leading fasteners manufacturer in India. and  Stainless Steel Fasteners Manufacturer in India. 

Website: akbarfasteners.com 

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Essentials of Fasteners: Recognizing Types and Uses

Ananka Group is among the best Fasteners Manufacturer in India. Fasteners are an essential part of many different sectors, including manufacturing and construction. They keep components and structures together. To ensure the structural integrity and safety of buildings, it is crucial to understand the principles governing the many types of fasteners that are available, each designed for a specific purpose. In this article, we'll look at the principles of fasteners, including their types and applications.

Types of Fasteners:

Nuts:

Hex bolts: These bolts are easily recognized by their hexagonal heads and full threads, and they are widely used in building and structural applications.

Lock Nuts: Lock nuts are available in a variety of styles, including serrated and nylon-insert, and are made to withstand loosening from vibrations.

Screws:

Wood Screws: With a coarse thread and a sharp point for effortless penetration, these screws are made specifically for use in wood applications.

Machine Screws: Available in a range of sizes and materials, machine screws are usually used with nuts or tapped holes.

Self-Tapping Screws: These screws don't require pre-drilling because they have a sharp point and form their own threads as they penetrate the material.

Anchors:

Concrete anchors: These anchors, which come in a variety of designs such as wedge and sleeve anchors, are used to fasten objects to concrete surfaces.

Drywall anchors: Made of lightweight materials, drywall anchors offer support for gypsum board and other similar materials.

Bolts:

Hex bolts: Easily identified by their full threads and hexagonal heads, these bolts are frequently utilised in structural and building applications.

Bolts for Carriage: Carriage bolts, which have square necks and round heads, are frequently used in wood applications where one side of the wood needs to be smooth.

Washers:

Flat Washers: Distributing the load and creating a smooth surface, flat washers are positioned beneath nuts or bolt heads.

Spring washers: These washers are designed like springs and provide tension to stop vibration-induced loosening.

Applications:

Construction:

In order to give buildings and bridges the strength and stability they require, bolts and nuts are widely used in structural applications.

Automotive Industry:

Fasteners, such as bolts and screws, are essential for assuring dependability and safety when assembling different car parts.

Aerospace:

Specialised fasteners are necessary for the assembly of aircraft and spacecraft because aerospace applications require accuracy and dependability.

Woodworking:

Fasteners, such as wood screws, are essential to woodworking projects because they provide a stable connection between wooden parts.

Electronic Devices:

Electronic devices use tiny screws and fasteners to hold components in place without adding a lot of weight.Also, we manufacture eye bolts, U-bolts, and Hex nuts

To guarantee the safety and structural integrity of diverse applications, it is essential to comprehend the basics of fasteners. Selecting the proper fastener type for a given application is essential, whether in manufacturing, construction, or do-it-yourself tasks. A sturdy, dependable connection that endures over time can be guaranteed by taking into account elements like material, size, and design. The strength and stability of structures are greatly affected by fasteners, despite their small size.

For more details: 

Product Source: Fasteners Supplier in India

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Carbon Steel 8.8 Fasteners Manufacturers In India, Exporters In India, Suppliers In India, Stockists In India

Introduction to Carbon Steel 8.8 Fasteners

Carbon Steel 8.8 fasteners are integral components used extensively across industries for their robust mechanical properties and versatility in various applications. Composed primarily of carbon, manganese, and additional alloying elements, these fasteners offer a balance of strength, durability, and cost-effectiveness.

Material Composition and Properties: Carbon Steel 8.8 is characterized by its medium carbon content, typically between 0.30% to 0.50%, along with manganese to enhance hardness and strength. The presence of alloying elements like phosphorus and sulfur contributes to improved machinability and mechanical properties such as high tensile strength and good ductility.

Product Overview :-

The standard for structural-grade fasteners is the Din 933 Grade 8.8, characterized by medium carbon steel that meets the specifications of Bs 3692 Bolt Grade 8.8. Heat treatment involving quenching and tempering is applied to this medium carbon steel. Grade 8.8, being a medium carbon steel, is cold and tempered, offering high tensile strength, roughness, and toughness.

Carbon Steel 8.8 Fasteners come with various advantages, including robust construction, easy installation, high tensile strength, good elasticity, high corrosion resistance, and a long service life, all at a reasonable price. These fasteners exhibit high mechanical strength to endure harsh environments.

The heat-treated grade 8.8 fasteners are known for their solid tensile strength and effective performance in various settings, making them suitable for applications in processing, railroad, and motorized equipment.

Specifications:-

Specification

ASTM F568 / ASME SF568

Dimension

DIN, ISO, ASTM, JIS, BS, GB, IS and all International Standards

Size Range

M3 - M56 | 3/6" to 2" | Custom Sizes

Length

3 mm to 200 mm

Types and Applications: Carbon Steel 8.8 fasteners come in various types to suit different fastening needs:

Bolts: Hex bolts, carriage bolts, structural bolts

Nuts: Hex nuts, lock nuts, flange nuts

Screws: Machine screws, wood screws, self-tapping screws

Washers: Flat washers, spring washers

These fasteners find wide application in industries such as construction, automotive, manufacturing, and infrastructure. They are used for assembling structural components, machinery, equipment, and other critical installations where strength and reliability are paramount.

Standards Compliance: Carbon Steel 8.8 fasteners adhere to international standards such as ISO 898-1 and ASTM F568M, ensuring consistency in mechanical properties and dimensional specifications across different manufacturing batches.

Benefits:

Strength and Reliability: High tensile strength and toughness for secure fastening in demanding applications.

Cost-Effectiveness: Provides a cost-effective solution compared to higher alloy steels, suitable for projects with budget constraints.

Versatility: Suitable for a wide range of applications across industries due to their strength, durability, and availability in various sizes and configurations.

Customization: Can be customized in terms of size, coating, and packaging to meet specific project requirements, enhancing flexibility and usability.

Conclusions:-

Carbon Steel 8.8 Fasteners find wide applications in industries such as Oil and Gas processing, Water treatment equipment, Chemical equipment, Heat exchangers, Paper and Pulp industries, Condensers, and more. The quality control team conducts various tests to ensure the performance of these fasteners.

Email Id :- shahvivek658@gmail.com  Contact No:- 88879709191

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Monel 400  Nuts Suppliers  in India

Introduction

Monel 400 is a highly versatile nickel-copper alloy known for its exceptional corrosion resistance, strength, and durability. It is widely used in various industries, including marine, chemical, and oil & gas, making Monel 400 nuts a critical component in many industrial applications. India has emerged as a leading manufacturer of Monel 400 nuts, with several companies specializing in the production of these high-quality fasteners. This article provides an overview of Monel 400 nuts manufacturers in India, highlighting their capabilities, offerings, and industry reputation.

What is Monel 400?

Monel 400, also known as Alloy 400, is a nickel-copper alloy with excellent resistance to a wide range of corrosive environments. It contains approximately 67% nickel, 23% copper, and small amounts of iron, manganese, carbon, and silicon. This unique composition makes Monel 400 highly resistant to corrosion, particularly in seawater, hydrofluoric acid, and alkalis. It also exhibits excellent mechanical properties, including high strength and good weldability, making it an ideal material for nuts and other fasteners.

Why Monel 400 Nuts?

Monel 400 nuts are used in applications where ordinary stainless steel or other materials would fail due to corrosion or other environmental factors. These nuts are widely employed in industries such as marine engineering, chemical processing, oil & gas exploration, and aerospace. Their ability to withstand extreme temperatures and corrosive environments makes them indispensable in critical applications.

Why Choose Indian Manufacturers?

Indian manufacturers of Monel 400 nuts are recognized for their commitment to quality, innovation, and customer satisfaction. These companies often invest in the latest technology and employ skilled professionals to ensure that their products meet the highest standards. Additionally, Indian manufacturers offer competitive pricing, making them a preferred choice for customers worldwide.

Chhajed Steel Limited is one of the extraordinary wholesalers of Monel 400 nuts, which are being offered to your custom subtleties, and we accreditation to meet your transport plan. Monel 400 Hex Nuts are exceptional for its high caliber and disintegration safe properties. We are busy with gathering and conveying Monel 400 Heavy Hex Nuts. Created using high-survey unrefined material, these Monel 400 Lock Nuts are known for their dimensional precision. Our Monel 400 Self-Locking Nuts offer a low utilization rate in salt and salty water. It is especially impenetrable to hydrochloric destructive and hydrofluoric acids. Monel 400 Nylon Insert Nuts shows high caliber and stunning utilization security in an extent of acidic and stomach settling agent circumstances and it's especially sensible for reducing conditions. Monel 400 Coupler Nuts furthermore has extraordinary adaptability and warm conductivity.

MONEL ALLOY 400 NUTS SPECIFICATION

Material

Specification

Standards

Size

Length

Monel Alloy 400

IS

BS

ASTM

ASTM F467

3 mm to  200 mm

M02 to M33

Conclusion

Monel 400 nuts play a crucial role in various industrial applications, and India has become a significant player in the global market for these fasteners. With a strong focus on quality, innovation, and customer service, Indian manufacturers are well-positioned to meet the growing demand for Monel 400 nuts. Whether you are looking for standard or custom solutions, the manufacturers mentioned in this article offer a wide range of options to suit your needs.

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