KINKTOBER DAY 1
Ok, i’m doing this. Last night I accidentally wrote a near-perfect 221B drabble for a fandom that wasn’t Sherlock. So I decided they’re all going to be 221B drabbles (221 words, last word must start with ‘b’) whether they have anything to do with Sherlock Holmes or not. I may change my mind about that later, lol. All fandoms and pairings are fair game for me this round.
Anyway, here’s the first one. There’s a full list of prompts here, and you pick from each day’s listing of three.
1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs
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A Boon to Diplomacy (Fandom: The Hobbit)
“Well,” said Bilbo. “There are those who say the Old Toby is the finest, and others who’ll go to war for the Longbottom Leaf. It’s down to whether you like a dry woody smoke, or a lighter touch with a hint of honey. I think they’re both splendid, but one’s more a summer flavor and the other more suited to falling leaves and chill in the air, for it goes well with the scent of a lively hearth … The Old Toby pairs best with beef and brandy…”
“That’s all well and good,” grumbled Thorin, “but have you ever had it with Dorwinion wine?”
“Unlikely,” said Thranduil. “We were barely aware of the existence of the Shirefolk - we’d have been glad to trade if they wished it, but rarely did our paths cross.”
“So neither hobbit nor dwarf nor elf nor man could have foreseen the reaction that the combination causes,” Thorin huffed, and sped up the motions of his hand on Thranduil’s member until the Elvenking bit his lip and closed his eyes and dropped his goblet raining red droplets all over the floor, all over the shining mithril shirt that was the only thing Bilbo wore, his apple-plump arse shamelessly bearing the bounce of Thorin’s thrusts, his rampant little cock stabbing lightly into the mouth of Bard below.
Anyway, here’s the first one. There’s a full list of prompts here, and you pick from each day’s listing of three.
1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs
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A Boon to Diplomacy (Fandom: The Hobbit)
“Well,” said Bilbo. “There are those who say the Old Toby is the finest, and others who’ll go to war for the Longbottom Leaf. It’s down to whether you like a dry woody smoke, or a lighter touch with a hint of honey. I think they’re both splendid, but one’s more a summer flavor and the other more suited to falling leaves and chill in the air, for it goes well with the scent of a lively hearth … The Old Toby pairs best with beef and brandy…”
“That’s all well and good,” grumbled Thorin, “but have you ever had it with Dorwinion wine?”
“Unlikely,” said Thranduil. “We were barely aware of the existence of the Shirefolk - we’d have been glad to trade if they wished it, but rarely did our paths cross.”
“So neither hobbit nor dwarf nor elf nor man could have foreseen the reaction that the combination causes,” Thorin huffed, and sped up the motions of his hand on Thranduil’s member until the Elvenking bit his lip and closed his eyes and dropped his goblet raining red droplets all over the floor, all over the shining mithril shirt that was the only thing Bilbo wore, his apple-plump arse shamelessly bearing the bounce of Thorin’s thrusts, his rampant little cock stabbing lightly into the mouth of Bard below.