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[26] Thresh (Stand Still Stay Silent)
Title: Thresh
Fandom: Stand Still Stay Silent
Pairing: Reynir Arnason/Onni Hotakainen
Summary: Onni needs punishment.
Word Count: 300
Rating: mature
Contains: D/s, S/M, self-harm vibes but it doesn't get explicit.
Prompt: #26 Need
Note: Crossposted ontripledrabbles .
"Like this?"
"...Yes."
Onni's lips were dry under Reynir's, but they yielded like petals as Reynir yanked the belt to make sure it held tight. The branch it was buckled around rustled, shifting the golden light around them. Onni clenched his tied hands.
Reynir tried, he really tried to get this right. He didn't mess up all the time. He didn't want to mess up at all, not when it came to making Onni happy, even if the things that made Onni happy were sharp or bloomed blue and purple under the skin of his thighs.
He was pale under all those layers, tinted with blonde hair traveling up his belly and petering off at the chest, unblemished by the freckles that appeared on every inch of Reynir's body in summer. (Onni said he liked them, and Reynir wouldn't believe it except Onni didn't lie, not unless it was very important or very insignificant, and this felt like neither of those things.) And pink, in places where Reynir had made it pink, and a healing red and brown in others that he didn't like to think too deeply about.
He trailed a hand along bruises just shifting to yellow. "You're beautiful," he said, and he meant it. The pain that had been asked for, and the pain that had not. All of him.
"Please don't say that," Onni murmured, and Reynir smiled, though he knew Onni meant that, too. One day he would see it. It would take time, but Reynir would make sure of it.
They would have the time, because he wouldn't let him get away again.
"All right," he said instead. The fresh birch branch shorn of leaves that Onni had made for him earlier rested against his thigh, prickling with promise. "Ready?"
Fandom: Stand Still Stay Silent
Pairing: Reynir Arnason/Onni Hotakainen
Summary: Onni needs punishment.
Word Count: 300
Rating: mature
Contains: D/s, S/M, self-harm vibes but it doesn't get explicit.
Prompt: #26 Need
Note: Crossposted on
tripledrabbles ."Like this?"
"...Yes."
Onni's lips were dry under Reynir's, but they yielded like petals as Reynir yanked the belt to make sure it held tight. The branch it was buckled around rustled, shifting the golden light around them. Onni clenched his tied hands.
Reynir tried, he really tried to get this right. He didn't mess up all the time. He didn't want to mess up at all, not when it came to making Onni happy, even if the things that made Onni happy were sharp or bloomed blue and purple under the skin of his thighs.
He was pale under all those layers, tinted with blonde hair traveling up his belly and petering off at the chest, unblemished by the freckles that appeared on every inch of Reynir's body in summer. (Onni said he liked them, and Reynir wouldn't believe it except Onni didn't lie, not unless it was very important or very insignificant, and this felt like neither of those things.) And pink, in places where Reynir had made it pink, and a healing red and brown in others that he didn't like to think too deeply about.
He trailed a hand along bruises just shifting to yellow. "You're beautiful," he said, and he meant it. The pain that had been asked for, and the pain that had not. All of him.
"Please don't say that," Onni murmured, and Reynir smiled, though he knew Onni meant that, too. One day he would see it. It would take time, but Reynir would make sure of it.
They would have the time, because he wouldn't let him get away again.
"All right," he said instead. The fresh birch branch shorn of leaves that Onni had made for him earlier rested against his thigh, prickling with promise. "Ready?"