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ant1quarian · 3 months

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Horror Sans x Reader

A Kitten for your troubles?

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Fluff

Kittens

You loved your job. Ever since you were little, there was barely anything else you loved more than helping and caring for animals. That’s what landed you a solid job here, in the shelter.

Even though saying goodbye to some of the animals when others came to adopt them was difficult, you were still happy to see them go to a hopefully-good family.

You’d been tending to one of the rather touch-starved kittens when he’d walked in. A skeleton monster, tall and broad, with a gaping hole in his skull.

… Monsters had come up from the underground a little under four years ago, and it took 80% of that time to actually get them accepted into society– considering what they’d had to do.

You didn’t feel disgusted by them or anything– it was just unusual for them to be outside of Upper Ebott.

You watched curiously as other employees showed him around. It wasn’t hard to tell he was feeling awkward– perhaps a tad anxious– as he looked at everything he could.

The kitten on your lap began to make you into her personal pincushion as she lovingly dug her claws into you.

You smiled at her, gently patting her head. Her tabby fur was sleek underneath your hand as she looked up to you with her one good eye. This was by far your favourite kitten– having picked her off the streets and been put in charge of nursing her back to health. The skittish thing she used to be was gone, replaced by a loving, adventurous little gremlin.

“It’s alright, sir.” You glanced up when you heard one of your colleagues attempting to comfort the skeleton from before, “ol’ Barkley here is naturally really wary.”

… The skeleton had a downcast look on his face, but reluctantly nodded. You were immediately reminded of a kicked puppy.

You assumed that’s what prompted your body to move before you had thought about it, scooping the kitten up in your hands.

She purred, simply blinking at you.

Your colleague left, which was when you approached the skeleton.

“Heya, sir.” You smiled, stepping into his line of sight. His large, red eyelight landed on you and the black dot in the centre contracted in surprise.

“Kitten for your troubles?” You asked, unintimidated by the way he just seemed to stare at your face. As if he was taking in everything you were and trying to make sense of it before he looked down at the kitten.

“... you… sure…?”

Oh boy that’s a fuckin’ attractive voice rightthere–

You internally slapped yourself, deciding to ignore just how nice his voice sounded. Deep– like bass deep– with a slight gravelly-ness to it that sounded as if it had been gained rather than natural.

“Mhm!” You nodded, tilting your head at him as you gently held out the kitten. She looked up at him before meowing, shifting her head so that she could see him better.

He seemed to hesitate, one of his hands locked in the fur lining of his hood, before he carefully scooped the kitten out of your hands.

… You almost laughed at the comical difference– how she managed to look so much smaller in his hands. Hell, they were probably big enough to cover up the entirety of the front of your face.

“You can pat her, y’know,” You commented softly, watching his face carefully. You searched for any kind of hints that he didn’t like this or he was uncomfortable, which you found none of.

He slowly shifted his thumb to rub under her chin. Almost immediately, her engine-like purr started up and she nuzzled against him.

You had a front row seat to the look of pure awe that came over his face. His grin, once almost in a frown, picked back up again. His sockets squinted as he let out the cutest, “eheheh.”

It took a long while of just comfy silence where he slowly got bolder with patting the kitten before he slowly looked up to you again.

“what’s your… name…?” He asked slowly, as if he was struggling to put his thoughts into words, “‘m… sans.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sans.” Your smile became a few degrees warmer as you held eye-contact with him before giving him your name.

He quietly repeated it back to you and you nodded.

“... ‘s a nice name.”

“Thank you.” A pause, then, “are you planning to adopt the kitten? She’s been needing a good home for a while now.”

Sans nodded slowly but eagerly, cupping the kitten in his hand. He kept his very sharp distals away from her, though. Heh, he was almost handling her like she was a very delicate china tea cup.

“Awesome. Now, if you could follow me over here…”

You didn’t even notice the small amount of dusky blue that had formed on his cheekbones as you took him through the process of adopting the kitten.

It was safe to say that wasn’t your last interaction.

#Sans x Reader #Horror Sans x reader #random drabble #He's adorable #Fluff #So much fluff #We love fluff here

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ladykettlechips · 5 months

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Sweet Little Loaf (A Drabble)

I have no idea what to title this, so... yeah. This. This is a random drabble of 935 words based on a tweet that @folklauerate thought was very Kate and Anthony. In a nutshell, a woman was driving home from the shops and saw someone walking a corgi, came to a stop and went to say hi. Turns out, it was her corgi and her husband. So, I made a drabble out of after writing some random dialogue between Kate and Anthony. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tapping the steering wheel with a hum, Kate’s eyes slid from the empty road to the path closest to her. The warm evening sun had cast a golden hue upon the dark concrete, bereft of the life she had witnessed just a half hour ago.

Then, she saw it: a glimmer of red and white, streaks of late summer sun bouncing off soft fur. A wiggling bottom and a wagging tail, attached to a loaf-shaped body and carried by stumpy little legs. His ears pricked up, eyes bright as the little guy turned his head, tongue lolling and trying to keep up with his owner’s pace.

Gasping, Kate slowed her car until she crawled to a stop, her own eyes wide and shining at the sweet little corgi. She had to say hi, perhaps give the sweetheart some scratches, a little bit of fuss and love because, well, he simply deserved it.

At the very idea Kate’s own fingers began to itch and, opening her car door, stepped out onto the pavement a short walk ahead of the precious loaf.

She felt her smile stretch across her face when the corgi caught sight of her and, with an energetic yip, began pulling on his lead, his tiny paws scrabbling to get to her. Kate nearly melted at the sight, his precious face lighting up at the thought of being adored.

Bending down, Kate laughed when the corgi all but shoved his head into her hand, his paws resting on her knees with eyes shut, enjoying the fuss. Above her, Kate heard the owner groan and even tap his foot. Good God, she hoped the poor baby hadn’t been stuck with a miserable bugger for an owner.

“Babe,” the voice was low, a sigh heavy on his lips. “I thought I told you to stop coming up to strangers who have corgis.”

Looking up, Kate scowled at Anthony, now tugging on Newton’s lead, and narrowed her eyes. Shit.

“Oh, shut up,” she muttered, and with another stroke of Newton’s beautiful fur, she stood to her full height and snatched the lead from Anthony’s grasp. “It’s not like you haven’t done it yourself.”

A low growl fell from Anthony’s lips and, turning on her heel, Kate walked Newton over to her car. Opening the back door, she picked up her – admittedly, quite heavy – dog, and placed him on the seat where he obediently parked his bum and panted up at her excitedly.

“I was chatting you up, Kate,” Anthony hissed from behind her, one arm wrapping around her waist and tugging her into him. “I was not interested in the corgi.” Flattening his other palm onto the window of the car door, Anthony slammed it shut.

Huffing, Kate wriggled in Anthony’s grasp, which only served to make him pull her that much closer.

“Funny, because I distinctly remember you only asking about Newton when you pulled up beside us,” she teased, and lowering her voice to a gruff cadence, continued with a grin. “What was it you said? Oh, yeah, What a beautiful little dog. You take such good care of his fur…”

Anthony groaned, his head dropping onto her shoulder, his arm tightening. Before Kate could finish her impression of their first meeting, she felt her body turn until her back was pressed up against the car, Anthony’s face mere inches away from her own.

His eyes were dark, lips slightly parted while he took her in, his gaze lowering down to her mouth before returning to her eyes again.

“I only asked because you were walking him, you menace,” he murmured, his nose barely brushing against hers. Kate shivered. “You can’t believe that everybody who walks up to a corgi has innocent intentions, sweetheart, nor should you believe all corgi owners won’t think twice about asking you out.”

Sliding her hands over his shirt, Kate hummed. “So, you didn’t have innocent intentions, then?” she asked with a tilt of her head, her arms wrapping around his neck and tugging him closer. Anthony smirked, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest.

“Not even one,” he whispered, his lips impossibly close to hers. Kate’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Poor Newton will be heartbroken,” she sighed softly, her fingers playing with the curls at the nape of Anthony’s neck. “He really thought you liked him.”

“Oh, I do,” Anthony admitted, his nose brushing against her cheek as he inhaled. “I like that he adores you just as much as I do.” His lips ghosted over her cheek and over her jaw. “I like him because he makes you happy.”

He kissed her brow, her chin, the tip of her nose, both of his arms crushing her against him, and Kate sighed contentedly.

“I like that fat corgi because he’s yours, Kate,” Anthony murmured, giving her hip a gentle squeeze. “I like him because he gave me a reason to meet you.” And then he captured her lips with his in a bruising kiss, swallowing any further arguments.

They broke apart moments later when a whistle sounded in the distance. Faces burning brighter than the evening sun, Kate rushed to get in the car and started up the car again, Anthony sliding into the passenger seat beside her.

They started the quiet drive home, Anthony’s large hand resting on her knee. Looking up into the rearview mirror, Kate spied her beloved corgi, now snoozing on the backseat and smiled to herself.

She loved Newton, her perfect little corgi, and she had to thank him, too; without his aid, Kate probably wouldn’t have met the man she now called her husband.

#kanthony #anthony x kate #kathony #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #anthony bridgerton x kate sharma #kanthony fic #kathony fic #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfic #Newton Bridgerton #Newton Sharma #Drabble #Random Drabble #Kanthony Drabble #kathony drabbles #Kanthony Modern AU #Kathony Modern AU drabble

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writemeagoodprompt · 9 months

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"I loved you!"

"You didn't love me enough."

#writemeagoodprompt #dialogue prompt #writing #writing prompt #story prompt #character a #character b #dialogue #dialovers #imagine your characters #imagine your otp #hero x villain #heroxvillain #imagine your otps #imagine your ocs #dialogue prompts #dialogue post #random drabble #drabble

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siberat · 1 month

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roasting marshmallow

I can imagine a chubby sky/fire easily and eagerly keeping a lover warm Dispite being stuck in a blizzard. That soft marshmallow would simply wrap his pudgy frame around the other mech and hug. Engines would be purring as he happily hummed in enjoyment. The jets arms would rub smoothly up and down the others chilly frame and pulling them close to his pillowed gut until his lover no longer shivered.

‘All warm and cozy?’ Sky/fire’s voice calls out gently as his pecks a kiss on top the other’s helm.

the other mech simply snuggles in deeper, closing their optics and letting the sound of the larger jets engines-and grumbling belly- lull them into recharge.

#chubformers #Random Drabble #siberat drabbles #ok #procrastinating doing some art

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blarefordaglare · 24 days

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Four summons a lemon (April fools)

based off of:

(Censored the political ones/ones that mention countries because I don’t wanna get into that stuff on my acc, we keep it peaceful 🙂)

After a quite traumatizing few hours, the circle of green peppers was complete. Now the hero of men could finally challenge the creator of peppers once and for all.

“oh great pepper, awaken thee-“

“hey Wild made some lemonade want some?”

a lemon appeared.

a small, innocent lemon.

Four wanted to scream. It looked demonic, more demonic than a pepper, a ball of sourness waiting to explode into his poor awaiting eyes.

“HELP!” The smith called out to the chain, “I ACCIDENTALLY SUMMONED A LEMMON!”

#lu four #lu crackfic #this was so funny to write #This is what goes on in my head #random drabble

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asriel20asi · 2 years

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The aroma and flavor of your favorite Turtles

Enjoy~♡

Raphael Hamato

Smells of a combination of salt and metal after a day of training but when he's around y/n, a strong smell of cedar wood envelopes around the two.

A strong tone of Cinnamon lingers after kissing this big loveable guy.

Leonardo Hamato

A deep earthy tone surrounds this free spirited turtle, a hint of the ocean seems to linger whenever he hugs y/n close.

An alluring flavor of mint and citrus is left upon the lips after a kiss.

Donatello Hamato

The aroma of fresh fabric and lavender hang heavy around the soft shelled genius.

The strong flavor of coffee is always upon the lips of this night owl, but sometimes you taste a hint of vanilla.

Michaelangelo Hamato

A strong tone of maple syrup and chocolate hangs around this sweet guy, y/n loves to nuzzle their face against his neck and breathe in that comforting scent.

A tangy sweet flavor of Oranges and Bubblegum hang upon the lips of this artistic sweetheart.

#tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #tmnt fans #rottmnt #writing prompt #random drabble #leonardo hamato #raphael hamato #donatello hamato #michaelangelo hamato #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey

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bharatiya-naari-sab-pe-bhaari · 2 years

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Love Thy Enemy [Severus x Reader]

Warning: NFSW towards the end, has an explicit sexual scene so below 18 kids stay away

It was common knowledge that the Gryffindor Head of House and the Slytherin Head of House were cut throat enemies. They represented the best of both their houses and had a legendary history of mutual loathing befitting the almost galactic level of rivalry displayed by the Lions and the Snakes.

And it served no better purpose that both were polar opposites of each other in most respects.

Professor Y/N L/N was a classic Gryffindor. Terrific offensive duelist, expert charms mistress, fantastic at transfiguration, irrevocably just, unmovably fair and benignly compassionate, you were the epitome of virtue with a healthy dash of mischievous fun mixed in that. Your students believed that you were a creature composed solely of everything good in the world. It certainly didn't hurt that complementary to your unparalleled beauty and untamed kindness and good humour half the school was in love with you.

Professor Severus Snape on the other hand was everything on a paradigm level opposite to you. Excellent in non verbal magic, a Potion's prodigy having skills never seen before, practically unbeatable in a no bars hold duel and a master of the infamous Dark Arts; he was irrefutably biased, unseemingly prickly, bitterly cynical and rudely sarcastic. There was not a caring bone in his body nor a gentle gesture in his soul. Almost hated on a universal level in the school, sometimes people believed he might be one of the most detestable human beings to have ever walked the surface of the planet. It certainly didn't earn him any favours that he looked like a Transylvanian horror story and had a thick shroud of terrifying mystery surrounding him in general.

If you were made of light and silk then he was weaved from the blackest viscous darkness. If you were an Angel sent from the highest clouds of Paradise then he was a Demon creeping out from the dreariest depths of Hell.

But there were certain similarities both of you shared almost equally which never failed to baffle both the Hogwarts staff and the student body.

Both of you were ferociously protective of your respective houses. Had a nasty tendency to concoct the most creative and painfully humiliating of punishments and almost always seemed to be at the right moment to catch the oblivious students. You both were the undisputed masters of your respective fields; transfiguration and potions and could run circles around the best of the academetia. Scathingly intelligent and sharp as a whip you both couldn't help but share a smug smile or a conspiratory smirk when someone would make a fool out of themselves in front of you.

Yet the differences were jarring enough that it kept the chasm between both of you and fanned the flames of your mutual hatred. Quidditch just seemed to add to that immensely, escalating the situation exponentially.

It was amusing on the best days and positively terrifying during the bad ones.

Yet it was familiar enough to the students and staff that the vitriolic exchange of cutting remarks you both would spit at the other in a steady stream hardly deterred your respective houses from watching on in amused anticipation as they placed bets as to who would win this time.

"It was hilarious Mionie! You missed it!"

"Ronald! I hardly think that we should be gossiping about our teachers in this way."

"Oh come on Mione! Loosen up! Its not like they don't know what the students say behind their backs."

"Ron.."

"He is right you know. Hardly anything could go by Professor L/N and Snape without them getting an air of it."

"Yeah mate its kinda spooky you know."

Hermione sighed and let her friends bicker good naturedly as three of them sauntered (read tumbled ungracefully) under Harry's invisibility cloak towards the Hogwarts kitchen in the middle of the night.

"You two idiots! Why didn't you eat dinner at the Hall earlier. I knew you both would feel hungry later."

The bushy haired Gryffindor groused while Ron elbowed her mistakenly as Harry tried to avoid tripping over his feet as they moved in an awkward three way walk trying their hardest not to awake the entire castle.

"We were very tired after the match Mionie! We kinda flopped on the bed and fell asleep. Couldn't even celebrate properly."

Ron grumbled but brightened instantly remembering their outstanding win at the game. The Slytherin team's faces should have been captured closely and laminated on their walls.

"I would want to hurry guys. Don't want to get caught by the greasy git prowling around the halls like a bloody vampire. Lord knows he would be in a terrible mood today."

Harry whispered while they made their way past the long stoned empty corridors in search of the kitchen.

"A sour loser isn't he? That great musty dungeon bat?"

"Don't worry mate. If he sneers too much we'll sic Prof Y/N over him. She'll kick his bony ass all the way to kingdom come!"

Ron giggled along with Harry as Hermione clicked in disapproval. The Boy who lived was about to placate his best friend and perhaps attempt to make her see the truth in their words when he noticed light coming out from an empty classroom.

"Why is their light coming from there?"

"Uhh.. maybe we should leave it alone and be our way. None of these undue curiosity has ever worked for us boys."

"True Hermione but what if its something dangerous? All these years our instincts have helped us survive and save Hogwarts numerous times."

"And also managed to get us almost crushed, obliviated, poisoned, cursed, pulverised so on and so forth. But whatever you say mate."

Harry glared at his red haired taller friend and he grinned unapologetically. There was an element of truth in there though.

Still curiosity as usual got better of the Golden trio as they inched closer to the light and peeped through the slightly ajar door making sure that their cover was still on fully. Upon peeping in they realised that it wasn't a classroom like they had originally believed but seemed like some teacher's living quarters.

And the sight meeting them inside left them nothing short of dumbfounded.

There was a warm fire roaring in the fire place and stacks of papers, books and scrolls laid littered all over the place.

You were seated on a wide armchair facing the door, your hair let down from its usual French braid to fall in soft waves till your waist, your long coat neatly folded behind your chair leaving you in your dark blue dress, your bare feet propped on the footstool showing the delicate arch of your ankles. You were wearing reading glasses which had framed your beautiful doe shaped eyes as they kept roaming methodically along the lines of probably some student's assignment. You had never appeared so comfortable and out of your usual poise in front of anyone.

Yet that probably wasn't the reason Harry, Hermione and Ron kept gawking at you completely shocked out of their wits. It was the sight of their terrifying Potions Professor fitted in the same chair with you, curled up like a massive black contended cat on your soft chest.... fast asleep. He was taller than you by atleast a foot and possessed a wiry athletic strength which made him look like he could most certainly snap you in half. Yet sleeping with his mouth slightly open, silky black hair spread innocently over his lax face, wearing what looked like a threadbare white nightshirt, frame trusting and turned towards you, he looked painfully fragile.

And unnaturally young.

Very much a human and not his usual dour Vampiric phantom self.

The three huddled Gryffindors looked on gobsmacked as they noticed one of your graceful petite hands run through Snape's hair with tenderness. Your eyes never left the pages turning automatically in the magically suspended parchment in the air as a quill kept scratching on it but your hands were busy caressing the pliant sleeping body in your arms carefully... affectionately.

The patterns looked naturally transcended from a long familiarity and Ron almost had to bite his tongue to keep the gasp in when you bent your head to press your lips on Severus's inky black dishevelled head. You kissed his head a few times absently, your mind miles away from the present as your unwittingly unnoticed audience struggled to tear their eyes away from both of you.

You turned to see the time on the wall clock and sighed tiredly. The parchments sailed away automatically and got neatly stacked in a modest tower at the side table. Then you turned all your attention towards the slumbering man in your arms.

You cracked a loving smile and wrapped your arms around his body, gently brushing the hair off his face. There was something so reverent in the way you were looking down at the Slytherin Professor that it forced the still stone shocked spectators to avert their eyes. It seemed too sacred an emotion to be seen by someone else.

"Sev, sweetheart wake up. We need to relocate you to the bed if you don't want to wake up with a sore neck next morning."

Your voice was so soft and low that they had to strain their ears to hear the words properly. Snape stirred and let out what might have been a protest but came out more like an oddly sorrowful crooning from your chest where he had fully turned his face, in an attempt to bury himself into you. You reciprocated the voice replicating it and rubbed his back soothingly.

"Love.. please...."

You gently coaxed him awake with tiny kisses on his shut eyes, the bridge of his nose, the arch of his cheekbones, the sharp edge of his jaw, the corners of his thin lips. When you sucked a kiss on his Adam's apple, he came to with a low moan.

"Y/N..."

"Sorry love. Just want to get you to the bed. Come on now."

You helped him up as he looked around looking adorably sleep soft, blinking his eyes slowly. You could feel all your love collect in the crevices of your heart to over fill your heavy chest with emotion. Somedays it became next to impossible to articulate in mere words as to how much you loved this man.

Hermione's observant eye caught the light being reflected off the beautiful emerald gem encased within a circle of sparkling diamonds embedded in a ring which was around your neck tied with a string. Immediately she turned her calculative gaze on Severus and noticed another plainer but expensive look ring tied with a similar string around his neck.

What the...

"How late is it? Why didn't you wake me up? I have to patrol..."

Severus finally said having gathered his bearings.

"Honey, we talked about this. You are not to patrol on days after getting called by Volde.."

"Don't say his name!"

Snape's eyes widened in lingering fear and you shook your head once, biting your tongue in a smidge of guilt. His hands trembled as you brought them to your lips. You took his left arm and pressed a kiss directly on the Dark Mark as if to soothe the sting of pain your careless use of the monster's name had caused.

It was beneficial for your three Lion cubs that their gasps of shock was masked by Severus's own. He bent his head low, his hair forming a curtain of silken black beneath which he could hide his shame. You would have none of that. You brought out his face brushing off the strands of hair and rested your chin on his chest to look upwards to him.

"I am sorry darling. Force of habit. Anyways, forget about the patrol. One night without it wouldn't harm anyone."

"But.."

"Sev you desperately need to rest. The way you are working. It won't be long till you crash and burn. Classes, refilling the Potions supply for the infirmary, spying for the Order, the Dark Lord's frequent bouts of insanity and that pink toad Umbridge on top of that. It's unhealthy."

"And I have always been the poster boy for health haven't I?"

"Don't be smart to me husband."

Hermione had to push her hands over Ron and Harry's mouths to stop them from yelping.

Severus half smiled which was perhaps the most genuine look of affection which the three hidden heroes had ever seen their bitter Potion's Professor showing. The taller Slytherin brushed your hair off your tired face with an uncharacteristic gentleness and leaned forward to touch his cruel thin lips to your forehead in a feather light caress.

"As you wish then.. wife."

You smiled brightly and tugged his hand as he followed you into what probably was your bedroom, beyond Harry and his friends's line of sight. Which was fine to be honest, cause neither of the three were sure they wanted to see anything more happening between both of you.

Harry, Ron and Hermione tumbled back to their common room, forgetting completely what they had initially set out to do, their brains working a mile a minute (read only Hermione's coz the boys were still trying to process the fact that you were married to the dungeon bat and looked quite in love).

"Bloody hell!"

"I can't.. what was that? They were.. then... but... how... when.. don't they despise each other?"

"All those fights, the screaming matches, the stink eyes, the cut throat competition for the House Cup.... everything was.. is.. "

"Staged. They were acting. Pretending for everyone's sake. It is all a charade. They don't hate each other. Never have..."

Hermione told them what they were too scared to say openly. Harry frowned confused and shaken.

"But... why?"

Ron looked out into the Hogwarts grounds and sighed.

"That is the question aint it mate. If that was fooling us then.. what else out there is for show? What else are they hiding?"

Hermione and Harry remained quiet, deep in their own pensive thoughts.

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Meanwhile in your bedroom Severus looked upwards at the ceiling worriedly.

"Are you sure that was a correct move? What if it backfir...ahh! Merlin."

His words ended up in a whimpering moan as you laved his sweat off the sensitive rose coloured nipple. He gasped and moaned arching off the bed as you closed your lips around it, sucking on it with fervour.

"They are smart enough and like you said incredibly attuned to falling into the very trouble which we all try to remove them from. They might have come to know about this sooner or later. Better it is on our terms."

You said humming against his skin before running your wicked tongue down his trail of dark hair into his groin and he clasped the bed sheets tightly groaning.

"Bet that might have repulsed them eno...ahhh! Y/N!"

Your palm smarted from where you had slapped his supple arse cheek swiftly having bent over one of his powerful legs with hilarious ease. It was so easy bending him to your will when he becomes a puddle of begging nerves beneath you.

"What did I tell you about insulting yourself in front of me?"

Severus swallowed and opened his eyes looking at your flushed face, hair spread wildly down your naked frame, holding his leg up, bent from the knee still.

"S... sorry."

You clucked and smacked his already red arse cheek hard again making him yelp and then moan.

"Sorry what?"

Severus gasped and panted squirming to get your warm hand to touch his aching skin again. You got the hint and started spanking him with renewed vigour this time having him hold both his legs up to give you access to that delectable bum.

His toe tingling moans and desperate groans turned into pleasure filled sobs when his skin was raw and red and burning and he finally cried out.

"Ma'am.. m..ma'am. Sorry ma'am..."

He whimpered and felt his already rock hard cock throb in pleasure as you stroked his hot arse gently with your lips.

"Better..."

You kissed your way around the trembling crimson cheeks and reached that pink rosette of his entrance. He may have anticipated your next move because you heard his choked words from above.

"Darling.... darling..Y/N you don't have to...to.. do that... I have the lube somewhere.. around.. oh God!"

Never let it be said that Y/N Snape wasn't wild in bed. You should thank Charity for the book and the cleaning charm. You knew Sev was loud in bed specially when he was bottoming but this was something else entirely. He went completely wild, writhing uncontrollably (thank God for magical restrains or else you weren't sure whether silk might have held him in) mouth open as loud unrestrained moans poured out from him. You were half aware that his brain had probably turned to mush as you concentrated in working him open with your skillful tongue.

"Oh God! Oh fuck... oh... Merlin... Y/N please.. please... I can't... ahhh.."

You smirked raising yourself up and saw your husband sprawled helplessly on the bed, sweaty, flushed and shaking with pleasure. You licked his thick cock and grinned mentally hearing his breathless pants.

"You want it babe?"

"Oh God yes! Yes please..."

"Show time then honey..."

You had read about double sensations somewhere and wanted desperately to try it. But it needed to have that edge of surprise to it to work best so you had to completely distract your lover while prepping to attack him surreptitiously. And what will be better than to suck his soul out of that huge cock. He hardly noticed you levitating the jar of lube towards yourself and dipping your long fingers inside generously as you suckled his aroused hot flesh noisily.

Severus didn't feel the gentle intrusion at first but when you increased your speed of sucking and pushed in three fingers through his loosened, kiss wetted entrance his brain exploded in a blinding flash of white.

Not even you had anticipated hitting his prostate at first try. Your mouth filled with the bitter tang of his release as he came hard wailing in irresistible pleasure as your fingers kept fucking him through the powerful orgasm. He was overstimulated and each brush of your slender appendage against his prostate sent sparks down his nerve endings making him cry out as you sucked him dry and cleaned off the excess come with your tongue simultaneously.

Neither of you had realised his fingers were tangled in your tresses by then having left the crumpled bed sheets. You winced as the pressure was released from your hair and drew your fingers out of him gently, sitting back up and stretching your limbs languidly like a satisfied tigress. Then you smiled gently noticing your husband's eyes closed, his flushed face lax and his lashes thick on his rapidly cooling cheeks.

You had fucked the poor man straight into post coital sleep.

You cleaned yourself up with a well casted charm but opted to do it the muggle way with Sev. There was something so beautifully intimate about cleaning your partner after making love. You brought a warm wet flannel and wiped him clean carefully before putting a cooling charm to dry the sweat. You managed to clean the mess on the bed quite easily (no one said being magical didn't help in the household).

Then you climbed in beside your beloved Slytherin who was pleasantly dreaming about you probably and curled up on his chest contended. His arms came automatically to wrap around you and you tugged the blanket around both of your naked entangled bodies.

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"I can't believe you Professor Snape! You defend your Slytherins most unfairly."

Professor Y/N shouted in indignation. Professor Snape just looked suitably bored.

"That's rich coming from you Professor Y/N considering its my Slytherin who is admitted to the infirmary."

"It was your Slytherin who started this entire duel in the corridor nonetheless."

"Of course. And your precious Gryffindor did nothing to provoke him? Poor little darling, the unfairly victimized party."

"Waxing eloquent wouldn't change the truth Professor. I will take this to the Headmaster."

"Be my guest Professor. He will most likely feed you sugary tart deserts and send you on your way."

"You are incorrigible."

"You are impossible."

Their classes of students surreptitiously exchanged bets under their breaths as the two kept at it viciously.

Only Harry, Hermione and Ron noticed the flash in their respective eyes which others conveniently wrote off as anger or rather loathing.

But it was only love.

"Merlin! Were we that blind?"

Harry asked Hermione incredulously to which she just shrugged her shoulders listlessly.

"I think that there may have been Greater men being fooled by these two."

#severus snape #harry potter fandom #snape fandom #pro severus snape #prosnape #snape love #headcanon #severus snape fic #harry potter #severus x reader #reader insert #random drabble #soft #sev deserves all the love in the world

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f1-disaster-bi · 9 days

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D and 132 :)))))))

Oooo this is an interesting on 👀

I'm going with a simple Lando centric idea here👀

Wash it all away - Five Finger Death Punch

"I'm done"

Lando didn't wait around to hear the chaos that he had left in his wake.

He had simply stood up, unclipped his mic and given the media a tight smile as they yelled their questions as he walked away. He could hear Max calling his name, avoid Carlos trying to grab his wrist, and gave George a nod as his friend watched him leave with wide eyes and an open mouth

"Lando! LANDO STOP", Sophie was tugging on his shirt, but Lando just shook his head because this had been a long time coming.

It had been building within him for weeks, maybe months. He'd been paralysed, stuck in place waiting for everything to click back into a reality that made sense again but it never did. There was nothing that could convince Lando that any of this was worth it anymore.

He was slowly wasting away in a career that was no longer worth it. It wasn't because he wasn't winning. In fact, he was currently second in the championship but he just couldn't do this anymore. His mental health was becoming worse the longer he stayed in this sport, and Lando didn't want to break.

He was so close to it already, had almost given in to the worst part of him and that had scared him enough to walk away.

"You knew this was a possibility. Its written into my contract. I warned you all", Lando told Sophie calmly as they moved into the McLaren motohome where everyone was watching him with wide eyes, "I'm done. I don't want to live like this anymore. Put Ryo or Pato in the car, I'm done"

He'd said the last bit loud enough for Zak to hear, and while the other man glared at him, he didn't fight it. After all, he was one of the ones that had pushed Lando to this point.

"Are we leaving?", Jon was by his side now. His had gentle on Lando’s arm, and Lando couldn’t help but smile at the relief he saw in his friend and trainers eyes when Lando nodded.

"Yeah, yeah we are"

Lando, for the first time in two years, felt as if he could breath again as he walked out of the paddock for the last time ignoring all the shouts and screams of his name.

He was done standing still and waiting for the pain to end or for things to magically get better.

He was taking his life back into his own hands and washing away all the things that had weighed him down for so long.

He was finally free.

🎶 Send me a letter between A-I for a playlist, and a number between 1-140 for a song and a pairing, and I'll write a little something based on it 🎶

#lando #random drabble #music ask

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fandom-trash-xl · 3 months

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Lunch Orders! (A Little Dialogue Drabble)

"Okay, kids! Lunch is ready, so come and get it!"

"For Bulla, peanut butter and jelly with the crusts cut off."

"For Pan, peanut butter and jelly, plus Bulla's cut off crusts."

"For Kuriza, jelly and jelly sandwich, made with a fresh clean knife before it touched any peanut butter- wait, of course you know this, you literally watched me the entire time I was making this."

"For Goten and Trunks... you're grown adults who can make your own damn sandwiches."

"And Frieza, your fine wine and PBJ~"

"Excuse me?!"

"Relax, it's a joke, it's tuna salad, like you asked."

"And last but not least for my husband who slept in 'til noon because he was up late training... Burnt toast- Sorry, I mean, toast extra well done."

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((This was a little tidbit from one of my creative writing class journals, a little Bulma dialogue (and yes, it's just dialogue) of a Super-Gen Kiddos hangout (plus Frieza). A little exercise in characterizing through the little things. And I know I'm probably Americanizing the likely Japanese-based setting with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches but it was what worked.))

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #dragon ball super #random drabble #pan #son pan #bulla #kuriza #frieza #bulma #vegeta #goten #trunks #(I'm workshopping names for the trio- they're the Super-Gen Kiddos for now)

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cloudynyims · 9 months

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I just wanted to say thank you (1/2 probably)

this is what happens when I read one too many @obwjam asks... its about 2000 words. Goodness I did not stop writing lolol. Funnily enough, this is all backstory for the story I originally wanted to write but I suck at mapping out story lengths. Features a bit of fearplay (not really, just S1 Jamie being an ass) I'll write the rest laterrrr

AFC Richmond was an interesting place for a borrower to choose to live. There were so many people, players, and coaches. The locker room smelled horrible, and you never could tell when someone would pop out of a room or come early to get some extra training in. On game days, it was virtually impossible to get anything at all, as the stadium was always packed. On top of that, it was always noisy and loud, especially during games or when Roy and Jamie argued.

So why would anyone live there? To y/n, the pros far outweighed the cons. The locker room, despite the pungent smell, was a treasure trove of snacks that were left behind. After big matches, the seats had so many crumbs they could grab that they'd be set for the next week. And at night, virtually no one was even still in the building! It made borrowing so easy for them. Yes, they were never really able to be out and about during the day, but the night was a breeze!

A few times, y/n had watched their practices from their favorite nook in the stadium. It was close enough that they could see what was going on, but far enough away that the team would not be able to notice their tiny form sitting there. They learned a lot about the players from the few times they watched. The team dynamic was very apparent, which helped them figure out which players were imperative to avoid. So far, the list was comprised of Jamie and Roy, and they both were tied for first.

The only thing they really had to be careful about was early mornings. Sometimes the players (y/n didn’t bother learning that many names) would come early for some extra training. They had almost been caught by Sam once. They accidentally knocked over a can of body spray that was on the floor in the locker room, catching his attention. To their relief, they managed to slip out of sight before he investigated the sound.

So, usually y/n didn’t go out early in the mornings. Today was an exception. Yesterday, AFC Richmond had returned from a long series of away games, and the entire team was drained. y/n figured that no one would be coming in early after a long trip, and they needed the extra time for borrowing. Lately, their schedule had been tight. The team was nearing the end of the season, and their practice schedules were getting more rigorous, leaving y/n little time to borrow. Even the coaches were staying late after hours, drafting plays and reviewing game footage.

The early morning light was just barely slipping into the room. It was still pretty dark, but the light was enough for y/n to be able to see. They peeked out of their hole that led right into the locker room. Their nose wrinkled. It still managed to smell in there even though the team had been gone for days. Look left, look right, all clear. They silently crept into the room, keeping their head on a swivel. Y/n could never be too careful. It was eerily silent, and their tiny footsteps could barely be heard as they walked on the linoleum.

Y/n had only one goal. Jamie’s locker. It was so disorganized that he never noticed if anything was missing, and he always stashed snacks in there. The one thing they hated about his locker was how far it was from the little entrance. In order to reach it, they had to cross the entire room, out in the open. That was always their least favorite part. On top of that, the door was right across from his locker, which made it even more precarious. If anyone walked in while they were there, they were screwed.

Y/n edged along the wall a little longer before preparing themselves for the sprint. They cast one last look at the door, making sure the coast was clear. It stayed closed. They couldn’t hear any other sounds except for their own breathing. Without any further delay, they began running. It takes them about 3 minutes to cross the room when they're going as fast as they can. Quick and easy.

Then they heard steps. Loud footsteps that were heading in their direction. The realization that someone was coming shattered their train of thought. Not knowing why, y/n skidded to a stop in the middle of the room. They were about 3/4 of the way to Jamie’s locker. What a terrible spot to be in. Internally, y/n began to panic, their thoughts racing.

There wasn't time to run back to the safety of the other side. Was it worth the risk to try and hide in Jamie’s locker? If they took that option and the person coming was in fact Jamie, they knew they'd be done for. Their indecision only grew as the thumping steps came closer. y/n heard the doorknob turn. Their mind went completely blank. Fight or flight kicked in, and they started running back towards the other side, abandoning the locker.

They knew it was in vain, but they just wanted to get away.

“What the fuck?” A voice cut through the air. It was in fact Jamie Tartt. He had arrived early at around 5:30 AM for some shooting practice. At this early hour, he did not expect to find a tiny person running around in the locker room.

Y/n froze in their tracks. ‘Shit,’ they thought to themselves. Good thing they didn’t choose to hide in his locker. They stared fearfully up at Jamie, who was looking at them with a slightly baffled expression. y/n knew how Jamie was. They saw how he interacted with his teammates. They could only imagine what that meant for them.

Y/n snapped out of their trance and started running again, tripping over themselves in their haste. To their horror, Jamie caught up to them in just a few short steps. He stepped over them and squatted down in front of them. It took him no effort to block the exit they so desperately wanted to reach.

“Not so fast tiny,” he said. “What the fuck are you supposed to be?” y/n shuffled backward a couple steps before they ran into Jamie’s hand that blocked the way. His hand was as wide as they were tall! That observation alone sent their mind spiraling.

“I… well… um…” they spluttered, trying to answer his question while also grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. Jamie leaned closer, way too close for comfort, as he attempted to hear what they said.

“Are you some kind of elf? A bloody pixie? God, look at you! You’re so fucking tiny,” he continued. His other hand stretched toward them. Y/n yelped and tried to dodge the unwelcome hand, but it was no use. His pointer finger poked and prodded at them. While it wasn’t painful, it was enough to make y/n feel uncomfortable and self-conscious.

“Please… stop,” y/n said while trying to push his fingers away. They were simultaneously trying to push their fears away, but it wasn’t working. Jamie’s fingers were about as tall as them, and it didn’t take much force for him to pin them against his other hand.

He raised an eyebrow. y/n could feel his hot breath washing over her. Every exhale sent shivers up their spine. “What was that, love? You don’t want me to stop?” He said teasingly. “Even when I’m right here, I can barely hear you.” The hand that was preventing them from escaping suddenly wrapped around their waist and lifted them up into the air.

Y/n tried to fight the nausea as they watched the ground get farther away. They knew that a fall from this height would be dangerous, deadly even. Jamie’s hand stopped traveling upward when they were in front of his face. Once again, the proximity was far too close. y/n tried to lean away to create some distance and quell a shred of their nerves.

“Say it one more time for me, love. I can hear you better from up here,” Jamie said with a smirk. He was enjoying this, but not exactly grasping the full extent of their terror.

“Put- put me down!” y/n exclaimed as they pushed against his fingers. It was beginning to feel stuffy in his hold. ‘This is it. I’m never getting out of here! Is he going to keep me forever? Why did I have to borrow this morning?’ Y/n's mind kept racing.

“Jamie! What the fuck are you doing?” The voice surprised both y/n and Jamie, and they both turned to see who was in the doorway. y/n's heart sank when they realized that it was none other than Roy Kent. Of course it was. Nothing seemed to be going their way today.

Roy had also arrived early to get some extra practice in. He had been wanting to do some extra cardio before practice starts, and had arrived at the club at around 5:45. Once he entered the locker room, that’s when he noticed Jamie holding something strange in his hand.

Roy walked closer and Jamie stood up to greet him. The vertigo hit y/n hard. They closed their eyes and tried to steady themselves. Roy instantly noticed the tiny figure in Jamie’s hand. “Oi. The fuck is that?” He said, gesturing to Jamie’s hand.

“Oh. A little tiny person I found runnin’ in the locker room. They're a cute little thing, aren't they?“ Jamie said. That smirk had not left his expression. If y/n wasn’t so small, they would have beat the shit out of Jamie then and there. They hated how patronizing he sounded. Instead, they tried their best not to look as terrified as they were. y/n's day couldn’t get any worse.

Roy stared intently at th tiny figure in Jamie’s hand. His gaze alone made y/n wish they could crawl into a hole and disappear. It was so intense, so pressing. y/n's breaths were getting heavy; their chest was expanding and contracting rapidly. Their heartbeat was just zooming, and they wondered briefly if Jamie or Roy noticed or cared.

Roy raised an eyebrow. “So you’re scaring them for fun?” Roy asked bluntly with an unreadable expression. Not once did his eyes leave the borrower.

“It’s all in good fun. Relax, mate” Jamie replied, his words nonchalant. y/n tensed at his words. They were growing more anxious now that Roy and Jamie were talking about them like they weren’t there. The stuffiness of Jamie’s grip hadn’t gone away either.

“You fucking prick,” Roy muttered, finally turning his gaze to Jamie. “Put them down. Now. What makes you think they want to be around a prick like you?”

Jamie rolled his eyes and began squatting down without lowering his hand. “Now.” Roy said again, this time with a hint of anger in his voice. While his words weren’t directed at them, his tone of voice still unsettled y/n. All they wanted to do was go home.

Jamie finally complied, plopping them unceremoniously down on the floor. He then quickly stood back up, leaving y/n to gawk up at both of them from the floor. They looked so impossibly tall from this angle. Jamie shrugged and walked out of the room, purposefully bumping Roy on the way out.

Roy watched him go before sighing and shaking his head. “Jamie, that little bitch,” he muttered. y/n had taken the chance to start backing away toward their home. They didn’t get far before Roy turned around and faced them. “Oi,” he called out. y/n tensed, turning around and looking up at him. “Are you—“

Before he could even finish his sentence, y/n sprinted back into the walls. They was eager to get out of the situation, not wanting to be in the company of any giants. That whole ordeal was an encounter to last them a lifetime.

“—okay,” Roy finished as he exhaled. “Damn it," he muttered to himself. "You scared the fuck out of them.”

I PROMISE TO RESOLVE IT I left the plot in an awkward position😅 also I didn't proofread it. It's quite literally brain rot

#ted lasso #roy kent #g/t #g/t writing #giant tiny #giant/tiny #gianttiny #borrowers #this is my mind going brrrr don't take it seriously #random drabble #borrower #roy will get another chance lol #size difference

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