Meme Fill ~
Title : Meme Fill
Pairings : Green / Orlov ; Sobotka / Halak ; Laich / Semin
Rating : nc-17, for sadism
note : don't ask. my brain. It's just.... wrong.
Original Meme Stolen From juliella
leave me a pairing and a prompt and i will write you 50 to 200* words of fic.
please feel free to leave more than one prompt, as well. i would love it. ♥
FILLS :
For juliella - Anyone / Halak
Jaro tugs at the bonds on his wrists in an attempt to get the blood flowing back in his arms. The scarf Vladi blindfolded is starting to tickle a little and he tries to rub the side of his face on the pillow, succeeding only in making the itch worse.
He hears the floor creak right before something cold- painfully cold- drips on his chest and he hisses, heels digging into the bed and fuck- is that ice?
"I didn't say you could move," Vladi says, "What do you say?"
Jaro fights to stay still as the dripping continues and he takes a shaky breath.
"I deserve to be punished," he grits out, "May I please-"
He's cut off by a cold palm over his mouth and then Vladi's rubbing the ice along his stomach with his other hand. It's more than just shocking, but also incredibly painful and he hopes the ice melting into the salt into his chest won't leave too suspicious a mark.
X x X x X
For goingvogue - Sasha / Brooks
The fire is nice, just close enough to keep them both warm without becoming unbearably hot, not that Sasha would complain even if it was.
Brooks pulls his skewer from the fire and pries the toasted marshmallow off the end carefully, tapping at it with his fingers until it's cool enough to slide the rest of the way off and he offers it to Sasha, pressing it to his mouth and spreading the sticky whiteness along his lips.
Sasha accepts the treat gratefully and he leans in for a kiss, slow and sweet and perfect.
He doesn't see Brooks holding the metal skewer back over the flames until it's red hot- doesn't notice until it's being pressed into his inner thigh, on that tender spot just inches away from the crux of his legs and he tries to get away, whimpers a choked sob against Brooks' mouth and he's begging, 'Please, please, please' and Brooks pulls back and shakes his head, arm tightening around Sasha's shoulders and holding him still.
"Just a few more seconds," he says, holding the brand tight against his skin and the smell is sickening, "You can take a little more."
Sasha can't bear to look at the mark when Brooks finally pulls the thing off, he can only bury his face in Brooks chest as hot tears spill down his cheeks.
X x X x X
For fakekitten - Something with Green
When Mike invites Dmitry over to his loft, he isn't expecting him to show up with a bottle of vodka the size of his thigh and a pair of shot glasses 'from Russia, cannot drink Russian wodka without Russian glass.'
So they end up drinking a little more than they should (considering he's pretty sure Dima's still underaged) and maybe Mike is letting him get a little too close on the couch while they're playing the newest NHL game, but it's all in the spirit of friendship, right?
"Mikey drink too slow," Dima giggles, "One swallow for wodka-"
He rambles off in Russian and it's the funniest thing in the world because Mike doesn't speak Russian except for a few words Alex has taught him here and there, none of them particularly kind but he says them anyway and Dima chokes on his drink.
"You know what you say?" Dmitry asks, eyes wide and Mike shakes his head. "Is bad insult- sit on dick- bad insult in Russia. Can't say this to people, Mikey."
Somehow it doesn't surprise him that Alex would throw a phrase like that at him, but it doesn't stop him from saying it over and over until Dima turns red as a tomato and presses his hands over his ears.
Pairings : Green / Orlov ; Sobotka / Halak ; Laich / Semin
Rating : nc-17, for sadism
note : don't ask. my brain. It's just.... wrong.
Original Meme Stolen From juliella
leave me a pairing and a prompt and i will write you 50 to 200* words of fic.
please feel free to leave more than one prompt, as well. i would love it. ♥
FILLS :
For juliella - Anyone / Halak
Jaro tugs at the bonds on his wrists in an attempt to get the blood flowing back in his arms. The scarf Vladi blindfolded is starting to tickle a little and he tries to rub the side of his face on the pillow, succeeding only in making the itch worse.
He hears the floor creak right before something cold- painfully cold- drips on his chest and he hisses, heels digging into the bed and fuck- is that ice?
"I didn't say you could move," Vladi says, "What do you say?"
Jaro fights to stay still as the dripping continues and he takes a shaky breath.
"I deserve to be punished," he grits out, "May I please-"
He's cut off by a cold palm over his mouth and then Vladi's rubbing the ice along his stomach with his other hand. It's more than just shocking, but also incredibly painful and he hopes the ice melting into the salt into his chest won't leave too suspicious a mark.
X x X x X
For goingvogue - Sasha / Brooks
The fire is nice, just close enough to keep them both warm without becoming unbearably hot, not that Sasha would complain even if it was.
Brooks pulls his skewer from the fire and pries the toasted marshmallow off the end carefully, tapping at it with his fingers until it's cool enough to slide the rest of the way off and he offers it to Sasha, pressing it to his mouth and spreading the sticky whiteness along his lips.
Sasha accepts the treat gratefully and he leans in for a kiss, slow and sweet and perfect.
He doesn't see Brooks holding the metal skewer back over the flames until it's red hot- doesn't notice until it's being pressed into his inner thigh, on that tender spot just inches away from the crux of his legs and he tries to get away, whimpers a choked sob against Brooks' mouth and he's begging, 'Please, please, please' and Brooks pulls back and shakes his head, arm tightening around Sasha's shoulders and holding him still.
"Just a few more seconds," he says, holding the brand tight against his skin and the smell is sickening, "You can take a little more."
Sasha can't bear to look at the mark when Brooks finally pulls the thing off, he can only bury his face in Brooks chest as hot tears spill down his cheeks.
X x X x X
For fakekitten - Something with Green
When Mike invites Dmitry over to his loft, he isn't expecting him to show up with a bottle of vodka the size of his thigh and a pair of shot glasses 'from Russia, cannot drink Russian wodka without Russian glass.'
So they end up drinking a little more than they should (considering he's pretty sure Dima's still underaged) and maybe Mike is letting him get a little too close on the couch while they're playing the newest NHL game, but it's all in the spirit of friendship, right?
"Mikey drink too slow," Dima giggles, "One swallow for wodka-"
He rambles off in Russian and it's the funniest thing in the world because Mike doesn't speak Russian except for a few words Alex has taught him here and there, none of them particularly kind but he says them anyway and Dima chokes on his drink.
"You know what you say?" Dmitry asks, eyes wide and Mike shakes his head. "Is bad insult- sit on dick- bad insult in Russia. Can't say this to people, Mikey."
Somehow it doesn't surprise him that Alex would throw a phrase like that at him, but it doesn't stop him from saying it over and over until Dima turns red as a tomato and presses his hands over his ears.