donnaimmaculata | Drabbles

I've been having fun catching up on some writing. Behind the cut are a couple of drabbles inspired by

hpsquick100, which I haven't posted to the community because - all of a sudden - the week would be over and a new challenge assigned.

Inspired by the crossover challenge. Harry Potter/LotR, with a bow to Mr. Pratchett:

There's more to the Dwarf than Meets the Eye

The smooth sliding of leather on leather, punctuated by an occasional jangling of chains, was barely audible for the heavy groans and grunts torn from two hairy throats.

“Yeah, like that… Aah! Yeh're killing me, Gimli.”

“Move your hand down there, big boy. Now, there's some bit I like. Gimme a proper-sized, fleshy guy over the anaemic Elf anytime.”

With a loud 'clonk', the heavy chain mail fell to the floor. “Lemme jus' loosen these strings and pull 'em off… Oh Merlin!”

Hagrid's cabin shook as the half-giant jumped back in shock.

“Gimli!” Hagrid trembled, white-faced. “Gimli! Yeh're a girl!”

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Not inspired by any challenge as such, but companion piece to my Dobby/Draco drabbles here and here

The Taste of Love

Dobby liked being on top.

The trick was to bully the kitchen elves into preparing potent drinks for Master, which made him accept a house-elf's cock up his pure-blood arse.

The pleasure of topping lay in the aftermath. Having spent himself inside the exquisitely tight rectum, Dobby wrapped pointy fingers around the pale buttocks and spread them. Reverently, he dipped one finger into the dribble of greyish house-elf semen and carried it to his mouth.

He lowered his face, pushed his pointy nose in the boy's cleft and snaked out his tongue. It reached all the way inside.

Dobby slurped.

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Another crossover. Sequel to my previous Argus/Lu Tze drabbles, the first of which is here and the second of which I can't find. Mysteriously.

My Broomstick is longer than yours, Part 3

Argus loved his new office. His little monk has turned a merely functional room into a cosy abode, where he could be found preparing exotic dishes.

“Hullo, love,” grumbled Argus, placing a chaste kiss on his lover's neck and peeping over his shoulder into the wok. “Smells delicious. What is it?”

Lu Tze smiled secretively. "Culinary secret.”

“I'm sure Mrs. Norris will like it, too. Have you seen her around?”

Lu Tue ladled a spoonful of meat-and-veg-in-spicy-sauce on Argus' plate. “I'm sure she can't be far.” He picked up a slice of meat with his sticks. “Here. You'll love it.”

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And another Harry Potter/Discworld crossover:

Something Borrowed, Something New

“We are not going back to that classroom!” Granny strode swiftly away from the castle.

“But Esme…”

“I said, no, Gytha!”

“You enjoyed it, too,” said Nanny slyly.

Granny stopped dead. “That's not the point. It's wrong.”

“You've Borrowed before.”

“But not-” her gaze fell on the object they discussed and travelled lower. “Oh my!”

“See?” Nanny took a swig from the corroded mug. “Just imagine how those… muscles feel under your hands - all right, my hands.” She waved cheerily, “Hello, Mr. Centaur!” before dropping her voice again. “And don't tell me you didn't enjoy being hung like a-”

“Gytha!”