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b2mem2019-03-05 12:24 pm
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Straps, by Senalishia
B2MeM Prompt, Card and Number: "NSFW and Kink" - B12: Toys
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Romance
Rating: Mature
Warnings: A big box of sex toys and one brief sexual fantasy
Characters: Finarfin, Eärwen
Pairings: Finarfin/Eärwen
Summary: Eärwen shows her husband her big box of fun
Olwion tossed a decent-sized, well-latched box at his little sister's head. “You left that in your room, shrimp.”
It rattled intriguingly when Eärwen caught it. “What were you doing in my room, crab?” she shot back.
“Mama’s turning it into a guest room since you two have your own place. Figured you didn't want those to become hospitality gifts.”
Arafinwë understood why, once his wife showed him, in private, what the box contained: vials of fragrant oils and objects made of various materials and tending toward an oblong shape. The most lifelike seemed obvious in their purpose, though some had odd textures and one or two appeared to be parts of some entirely different species of creature.
He pulled out one that trailed a nest of leather straps. “Why does it--oh, I think I see,” he said as he began to disentangle it. “You--wear it?” he guessed.
“Yeah,” Eärwen confirmed. “That one's more, um, aspirational--none of my friends were ever really interested in, uh--” She bit her lip and bobbed her head toward it.
Arafinwë tried to picture her in it--imagined her kneeling over him, entering him. He shivered from head to foot.
“I might be,” he murmured, blushing furiously.
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Romance
Rating: Mature
Warnings: A big box of sex toys and one brief sexual fantasy
Characters: Finarfin, Eärwen
Pairings: Finarfin/Eärwen
Summary: Eärwen shows her husband her big box of fun
Olwion tossed a decent-sized, well-latched box at his little sister's head. “You left that in your room, shrimp.”
It rattled intriguingly when Eärwen caught it. “What were you doing in my room, crab?” she shot back.
“Mama’s turning it into a guest room since you two have your own place. Figured you didn't want those to become hospitality gifts.”
Arafinwë understood why, once his wife showed him, in private, what the box contained: vials of fragrant oils and objects made of various materials and tending toward an oblong shape. The most lifelike seemed obvious in their purpose, though some had odd textures and one or two appeared to be parts of some entirely different species of creature.
He pulled out one that trailed a nest of leather straps. “Why does it--oh, I think I see,” he said as he began to disentangle it. “You--wear it?” he guessed.
“Yeah,” Eärwen confirmed. “That one's more, um, aspirational--none of my friends were ever really interested in, uh--” She bit her lip and bobbed her head toward it.
Arafinwë tried to picture her in it--imagined her kneeling over him, entering him. He shivered from head to foot.
“I might be,” he murmured, blushing furiously.
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