Pathologic Kink Meme!

[maximumhusky]

Hello, welcome to the Pathologic Kink Meme! WARNING: This one is NSFW!

Please make anonymous prompts for things you would like to see, or anonymously fulfill prompts by creating stories, poetry, drawn art, music, or anything! I just want to say that this prompt meme is open to people of all skill levels, so have fun!

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- This is the Pathologic Kink Meme, and it's NSFW! Please post any NSFW prompts or fills here. A good rule of thumb is whether or not you'd be comfortable with your boss at work looking over your shoulder and reading what you have on screen.

- If anything is a little too explicit in detail (e.g. in terms of medical procedures or gore), it probably needs to be here as well. Basic mentioning of medical procedures is allowed, but this is just in case for folks who have limits in regard to certain explicit things. Speaking of explicit things...

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- No writers of incest (kains which does include aglaya and her relatives, stamatins, olgimskys, etc), underage/adult ships (which DOES include Clara,) or rape. Please don't make anything gross happen to underage characters!

- Multiple fills to a single prompt is not only accepted, but wonderful! It's a win-win for everybody!

- In the case of a filler of a prompt going inactive for a long time in the middle of a story, it's okay for a different person to continue where they left off. Please make it obvious that you're not the original author, and then feel free to write.

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(EXAMPLE REQUEST) Artemy Burakh/Daniil Dankovsky, medical kink

[noxtoraa]

I want to see Daniil topping Artemy while they do a medical roleplay together. Two doctors getting it on after an operation.

*(ADDED AS AN EXAMPLE)* Please don't include anything involving knives! That's a trigger of mine.

Bonus ideas:
- Post-game or during game is fine!
- Maybe someone can walk in on them?
- (etc, etc, etc...)

Re: (EXAMPLE FILL) Artemy Burakh/Daniil Dankovsky, medical kink

[noxtoraa]

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Autopsy table (in the Lair), swearing, etc

(Fill goes here. Put it in multiple comments if necessary!)

rubin/daniil/artemy

[(Anonymous)]

i want a daniil sandwich!!

bonus points FOR:
-jealous rubin (of who? dealer's choice)
-trans daniil

Re: rubin/daniil/artemy

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded!

Bachelor Daniil Dankovsky finds out that Shrimping Ain't Easy

[(Anonymous)]

Daniil is way too overconfident about his abilities as a top. One night he's ready to demonstrate such abilities, but instead finds himself the one curled over, moaning, and loosing his composure. No preference for which sexual partner you choose, but please make Daniil flustered.

I was imagining this as an art fill, but if you manage to write it as a story instead, my heart would be happy with either!

FILL (1/3): Bachelor Daniil Dankovsky finds out that Shrimping Ain't Easy

[(Anonymous)]

Hi OP! Sorry it isn't an art fill, I hope this is okay.

--

He is often accused of being an inconsiderate man. Shaking out the flame from the match held between his fingers, Daniil reflects that he is simply hard to impress.

With an attention span better described as singularly-focused - closer to obsession than anything else – it is probably for the best that he isn’t easily swayed by people. Instead of being preoccupied with the intricacies of those around him, Daniil instead found it more beneficial to puzzle out the answers to questions renowned for stumping bright minds. Twisting and turning impossible riddles, agonising through the late night over
theorems; it was all a familiar routine. Scientific enquiry, unlike people, couldn’t hurt him.

Well, he pauses, thoughts turning to the memory of a cacophony of metal and glass. He picks the lit candle up and turns to place it in the centre of his dining table. Better not to think about that.

The array in front of him is a prime example of just how considerate Daniil could be - if given the proper motivation. A fine table cloth, multiple candles, two sets of gleaming cutlery in perfect alignment; it’s a romantic setting straight out of those cheap books his university roommate had liked to read. Maybe the Daniil from that time would have scoffed at the effort, but Artemy Burakh has more than earned his admiration in the three months since that last meeting in the Cathedral. He’d certainly earned enough of it to motivate Daniil to go to such lengths – and more - for their date.

And more he’s gone. While the dinner simmering on the stove is a nice start, the true jewel in Daniil’s plan lies in the basket set on his kitchen bench. Its contents had arrived earlier that morning in one of the first trains to pull into the Gorkhon station since the courier operation had resumed, a full month and a half after he had placed the (rather expensive) order. At the time he’d been embarrassed and confused over spending so much money on a mere friend, but now, three weeks into their relationship, he’s pleased for his forethought.

He’s pulling the pan off the stove’s burner when the knock comes. A quick glance at the clock confirms that his boyfriend is precisely on time, and a slight smile starts to pull at his lips. He doesn’t bother setting the pan down: instead he crosses the floor of his apartment to open the door one-handed.

Artemy looks relaxed. He has one hand shoved into his pants pocket, the other still lowering from knocking. His hair has been brushed – Daniil can tell – and despite the chill the sleeves of his lilac button-up have been pushed up his forearms. Like usual, he is gorgeous, setting sun turning the ends of his hair golden umber and illuminating his frame.

“Hi,” Artemy greets, cheeks flushed from the cold, and he steps forward to wrap Daniil in a hug. Daniil laughs a little at his forthrightness, lifts the pan to avoid spilling, and tucks his face into the warmth of his man’s shoulder.

“Hello,” he mumbles. There is a soft feeling in his chest, the sort that only seemed to materialise when Artemy was around. It was like he was a coiled spring, releasing and settling at Artemy’s touch.

They step away from each other, but one of Artemy’s hands drift down to hold Daniil’s spare one, and the man allows himself to be pulled inside. “Woah,” he says, eyebrows lifting as he takes in the ambience. “You’ve outdone yourself. Are you trying to impress me?” There’s a twinkle of humour in his green eyes, although Daniil can spot the genuine appreciation below the veneer of flirting.

He likes being able to read Artemy. Likes that he’s been afforded the time and position to learn him well enough in order to do so.

“Depends – is this enough to earn me a fourth date?” Daniil responds, gesturing for Artemy to sit at the table. When he does, Daniil leans down over his shoulder to spoon the contents of the pan onto his plate, and presses a kiss to Artemy’s temple. Artemy turns his face to catch Daniil’s lips, a sweet, glancing peck that spoke of familiarity.

“I suppose so,” Artemy teases. “You’ve gone to the effort of cooking for me, after all. That can’t go unrewarded.” To emphasise his statement, Artemy pops his first forkful into his mouth. His eyes widen, to Daniil’s smug delight. He’d told Artemy that dinner would be taken care of, of course, he’d just neglected to mention his sublime culinary abilities.

He sits down in his own chair, and then the conversation turns: to their respective days, to idle gossip, to the inaccuracy of Lombroso’s phrenology, to their favourite books. By the time their plates are empty and the candles have burnt low, Daniil’s cheeks hurt from laughing.

“Stop it,” he pleads, wiping a pretend tear from the corner of his eye - although it isn’t far off from becoming a reality.

“What’s wrong, erdem?” Artemy grins, leaning back in his chair. His bare forearms flex, drawing Daniil’s attention. “Am I too humerus for you?”

The Bachelor snorts, and slaps a hand over his mouth at the sound. His rebuke is muffled: “I cannot believe I’m dating somebody who thinks puns are the height of comedy.”

“You’re the one laughing!” Artemy points out, waving a fork in his direction.

Daniil rolls his eyes and leans forward to snatch the fork, then stands to collect their plates. “Pity laughter, I assure you.” The larger man moves to join him at the sink, but Daniil gives him a look that freezes him in place.

Artemy watches him for a few moments before a slow smirk spreads across his face. A sense of trepidation creeps over Daniil.

“Don’t tell fibias, kheerkhen…”

Daniil groans, and drops the dishes into the sink. “That’s it,” he states with finality. “Your gift privileges have been revoked.”

“Gift privileges?” Artemy asks, perking up even while a puzzled frown twists on his lips.

“You haven’t been curious?” Daniil nods towards the basket. “That’s for you. Take a look.”

Artemy shuffles into the kitchen, green eyes bright, and pulls back the checkered cloth resting over the basket. Daniil watches him intently: Artemy’s face slackens, and his cupid-bowed mouth drops open just a little. He knows it’s probably the first time his boyfriend has seen such an assortment of fruit; raspberries, blueberries, strawberries, some tangerines, even. He’d tried to organise blackberries (his personal favourite) but the courier hadn’t been able to procure any, let alone promise their safe arrival.

“Daniil…” Artemy breathes, picking up a plump strawberry to more closely inspect it. “These are…”

“All for you, yes,” he proudly says, stepping away from the sink and closer to his partner.

“You really did this for me?” Artemy asks, dropping the berry to wrap his arms around the small of Daniil’s back. His voice hasn’t lost the breathless quality, and he sounds a bit incredulous, like he couldn’t believe anybody would listen closely enough to remember his anecdotes.

But Daniil can remember it as clearly as though it had happened yesterday – the way Artemy had pointed at a raspberry in an encyclopedia, and off-handedly mentioned never seeing one in person. He’d sounded wistful, wanting. It had stirred something yet-unknown in the Bachelor.

“Well, yes, you told me that you’d nev-” his response is cut off by Artemy swooping down to kiss him. His lips are warm, and Artemy moves them to brush against his cheeks, his nose, his eyelids, expressing a sort of gratitude and appreciation that made Daniil’s heart ache. They stand in the kitchen for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms and exchanging kisses, hands beginning to stray over the straight lines of buttoned clothing.

“The fruit-” he reminds them both when it becomes clear things are getting heated as Artemy mouths along his neck.

“-will still be there when we’re done.” Artemy finishes for him, pulling away long enough to smile. Daniil lets himself be led to the bedroom, well-stoked desire singing across his nerves.

It’s not their first time - not even their second or third - and he’s now starting to memorise the map of Artemy’s body. He’s fastidious at the best of times, but especially delights in cataloguing the different ways he can draw reactions from Artemy.

For example, there are some things he likes more than others: soft tugs to the hair, fingers scratched against the base of his neck, a firm grip on his waist. And there is a spot, just below Artemy’s ear, that if Daniil presses a kiss to –

Artemy exhales; a soft, contented sigh.

“You make the most beautiful sounds,” Daniil murmurs, lips curving into a smile against his lover’s warm skin.

Their clothes have already been discarded, so when Artemy places a hand on his stomach it’s bare skin on skin, and he can’t help how his abdominal muscles flex in anticipation.

“Do I?” Artemy asks, head lolling backwards. Daniil can’t catch a glimpse of his face to know whether he’s teasing or agreeing. I know at least one way to make him agreeable, Daniil thinks, and places both hands on the man’s chest to push him down onto the mattress. Artemy goes easily, all liquid gold limbs, sprawling out against the sheets.

One of the other things he’s catalogued about Artemy is the way his breath hitches when Daniil dusts his fingertips along the insides of his thighs. He knows that if he were to press his palm to the underside of Artemy’s cock, he would find him hard, and that if he ran a finger down below his balls, his knees would open accommodatingly, eagerly.

Making men eager is something that has always gratified him. No matter how clever, how large, or how strong they were, Daniil could make all men tremble under his hands - even the ones who were technically his professional superiors would invariably end the night moaning, bent underneath him and begging for more. ‘Magic hands’, one lover had called it.

There must be some truth to that, because under his hands he’d made Artemy gasp and plead enough to agree to date him. Which was lucky for him, because he loves putting his hands over the curves and hard lines of Artemy’s body.

Daniil slots one of his own thighs between Artemy’s, and leans down to suck marks along his collarbone. He grinds down against him and touches an oil-slick finger to the cleft of his ass. A stray hand lifts to scrabble in Daniil’s loose hair.

“You look so good spread out for me,” Daniil rumbles, voice deeper than normal. “I can’t wait for all the things I’m going to do to you.” He dips one finger past the muscle of Artemy’s entrance, slowly sliding it deeper, a torturous tease that he knows will leave the man wanting.

Predictably, Artemy groans.

“If you only knew half the things I want to do to you,” he replies, just a little high-pitched, wiggling his ass to bear down on Daniil’s finger. Obligingly, Daniil adds a second finger and crooks them, humming in satisfaction when the cock against his thigh twitches.

“Don’t leave me wondering, darling.” He bites at a nipple, then kisses it sweetly when Artemy jerks at the sensation.

“Bent over the couch,” Artemy’s hand tugs on his hair, pulling and squeezing just on the edge of too-much, yet never crossing that line. “On all fours in the kitchen. Spread eagle on this bed, taking my cock and red-faced-“

Daniil stops. He sits up, mouth pulling away from the nipple he’d been playing with, two fingers nearly sliding completely free. “What?” He asks, a little incredulous. His boyfriend’s face is flushed, eyes a little glazed, but he’s looking up at Daniil like he’s some sort of angel, all open honesty and adoration. It makes something warm flutter in his chest… though not enough to skip past what he’s just heard.

“Sorry, taking your cock?” He clarifies.

[(Anonymous)]

Anything involving Victor Kain or Alexander Saburov. Any pairing or just them doing solo stuff would be nice!

alexander saburov/victor kain, desk masturbation & frottage

[(Anonymous)]

i ended up smashing the two of them together! tw: alexander’s got some internalized homophobia regarding bottoming. they work it out.

Victor’s hair is short but thick and dense; he reaches his wide hands across Alexander’s jaw like he doesn’t think he’ll find his fraying edges, languid and longing over a body of water. They kiss like they’ve never done it before in their lives, overly cautious and with their eyes cracked open.
Alexander can barely breathe. He thinks he’s the one choking himself, rather than by Victor’s generous hands. Suffocating on his tongue because he’s hiding it from Victor.

Victor’s height over Alexander is not some triumph to laud over, as he enjoys the inch or so difference that helps lead Alexander back on his desk, but Alexander thinks of it as a triumph, that he has found himself beneath the hands of a builder, running down against the buttons of his jacket to open them up. It doesn’t hit him where he is or who he is with until Victor runs his fingers over the small tent in his trousers.

“God.” It’s just one touch. It’s still like nothing he’s experienced before. He feels thirty years younger, fumbling where he thought he’d be confident. Back then, he wasn’t laying back on desks. Even now, he keeps his arms close to Victor, while they both look down at the slow work of Alexander’s coat and Victor’s open suit.

Alexander kisses Victor’s collarbone as his shirt opens up. He lingers against his body, hand against his shoulder. His other hand stalls on his hip, and he wonders how far he has crawled out of his own skin. As he lingers against him, he closes his eyes.

He wants many things, all stirring in his mind like murky water coursing to become a river, with shapes and figures beneath the surface, swept through the stream. Victor helps him out of his coat and Alexander insistently removes Victor’s off his shoulders. It is a moment of vulnerable passion and he will not let himself be made weak.

Victor pushes his hands away and leaves Alexander with a rush of indignant loss. But, he is then turned around, the desk digging into his stomach, and led down. Alexander braces himself on the wooden surface.

“Enough,” he says. Victor’s hand is careful down his spine, and stops.

artemy/daniil autopsy table

[(Anonymous)]

yeah yeah this is basically the example prompt... but it’s too good to pass up. basically, artemy holds daniil down on the autopsy table and they just go at it. no care for how safe or clean it is. they’re desperate!

Bonus:
- one of them of both of them are trans!
- artemy has to make sure to turn tumbler human away :(

Re: artemy/daniil autopsy table

[(Anonymous)]

artemy has to make sure to turn tumbler human away :(

OH MY GOD

bachelor/haruspex, begging

[(Anonymous)]

Daniil is usually very patient and doesn’t beg often. Artemy likes to push his limits when they have sex, just to see if he can get that proud/arrogant mask to drop. One time, Artemy just keeps teasing and over stimulating Daniil, driving him absolutely crazy, until Daniil grabs him and says, “oh my god put it in me I can’t take it anymore”. Rail that boy.

Bonus points for describing how much of a mess Daniil is and how attracted Artemy is to him. I headcanon Daniil as trans so it would be great if you could include that.

(FILL) bachelor/haruspex, begging (1/2)

[(Anonymous)]

Artemy looks at him as though dividing him into sections for easier disassembly. And, perhaps, that’s exactly what he’s doing. Daniil doesn’t really mind the look in his eyes, leaning back in his seat with his arm slipped over the side. If Artemy wants to stare, well, who is Daniil to deny him the simple pleasure of admiring his body? Daniil turns his head, tilts it down to read the book on his desk, and toys with the clasp of his pin. Idly, like he doesn’t notice the shift in Artemy’s posture once his neck is exposed, like his peripherals don’t latch onto the trajectory of Artemy’s eyes. His fingers rest on his collarbone, pushing the top button of his shirt undone.

In one easy movement, Artemy is his. “How long are you going to tease me, Daniil?” Daniil knows his smile betrays his understanding. He’s not coy in the least, but then he’s always been proud of the way he can capture a man’s attention. Even men who insisted he was not their type fell to him in the end. Daniil is just good at getting what he wants, and Artemy is no different. He hears a groan at the expression on his face, and uncrosses his legs so they fall open a little, eyes focused on the lines of his book.

Or so he would have Artemy think. Artemy clearly isn’t buying it, setting his own book aside on the bed and standing. He crosses to where Daniil sits, leaning into his space to kiss his neck. His scruff tickles Daniil’s skin, but he holds his body still, not wanting to let onto the goosebumps that rise on his skin. He wants Artemy to work for his reward. He’ll get there in good time, anyway. Artemy’s hand is soft against his cheek, teeth scraping against his neck as he kisses with intent. His hand skims the surface to the clasp of his pin, fidgeting with it. It comes loose rather easily, and Daniil hears the clink of the metal set against his desk.
His hand goes next to Daniil’s thigh, pushing it open. Daniil tries to slide his other leg over, but finds himself stopped in place by Artemy’s knee resting in the chair right in front of his lap. He acquiesces; Artemy has made it impossible now to look anywhere else, hand curved to direct Daniil’s gaze toward him. Daniil smiles in a way he hopes comes across as oblivious, infuriating but pleasant. Whatever his expression implies, Artemy ignores. He touches the corner of Daniil’s lips with his own, and Daniil starts to follow, eyes lidded.

He pulls back before Daniil can catch up to him. His lips linger on Daniil’s chin, right hand tugging the fabric from around his neck. Daniil guess his trajectory, and knocks his head back to let Artemy press soft kisses to his throat. He squirms in his seat, groin pressing against Artemy’s knee. His fingers curl against the page of his book, not quite ready to admit defeat. He won’t rut against Artemy’s knee. Aroused, yes, but he’s not desperate. His head comes down to rest his chin on Artemy’s hair as his eyes flick back to his book, Artemy’s fingers working on the top button of his shirt.
Daniil feels Artemy’s nose brush against a sideburn, a small warning before teeth start to tug on his ear lightly. His hasty left hand drifts to Artemy’s hip, but he holds his own in place. Artemy knows his weak points, kissing the section behind his ear, making his way back to Daniil’s jaw. He pinches, softly, and Daniil’s eyes flutter shut, reminding himself to breathe even.

A weight seems to move from his chest, and he realizes that Artemy has managed to undo his vest buttons while he was otherwise occupied. Heat burns in Daniil’s cheeks, but the sudden splash of color is all he’ll permit Artemy to see. He turns the page of his book idly, trying not to get caught up in watching his shirt stripped away. Artemy’s fingers are so light on his stomach that he shifts, rubbing against Artemy’s knee, and curses internally, blinking rapidly. Artemy is starting to win.

Artemy tugs at the strap of his binder with a little whine, lips moving along Daniil’s shoulder wetly. Daniil’s teeth dig into his bottom lip, his breath stuttering as Artemy’s hand slips up his binder to touch his cleavage. His hands are warm and rough against Daniil’s cold and sensitive skin, and he feels his nipples harden at the promise of fingers that never quite touch them. Artemy leaves his binder pulled up as he sinks to the floor, his hands pulling Daniil’s hips to a slouch in the chair. He kisses along Daniil’s stomach, working at the button and zipper of his trousers. He slides Daniil’s pants down to his knees and works his way back up, the scratch of his beard titillating on the inside of Daniil’s thighs.
By the time his mouth presses against Daniil’s clothed sex, the fabric of his undergarments have gone damp. “You’re not really interested in that book, Kheerkhen,” he says, kissing up Daniil’s stomach. His fingers slide under Daniil’s thighs, pulling him forward.

And Daniil lets himself be manhandled. “I suppose not,” he agrees, book falling to a close on the desk. He inclines his head to take Artemy’s kiss, but misses. Artemy’s mouth lands on his neck, lips pressed to his pulse and nipping. Daniil frowns, wrapping his legs around Artemy’s chest. Artemy pushes at his shoulder for his coat to fall on the back of the chair he sits on, and Daniil assists. He starts to pull his binder over his head and feels Artemy lean up on the chair, his lips closing over a nipple, pulling it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around. Daniil feels his heart race, frustrated with his position. He thinks of palming Artemy through his trousers, but there’s no easy way for him to reach from where he is.

The chill air of the room hits when Artemy moves his mouth to kiss back down Daniil’s stomach, pulling his undergarments off slowly. Daniil looks down the line of his body with impassivity, allowing Artemy to part his thighs and kiss the insides. Daniil threads his fingers through Artmey’s hair, tugging as moves inward, lips only lingering over Daniil’s folds for a moment before moving to the other thigh. Daniil tries not to let on to the way his grip tightens, body sliding another inch until his lower half hangs completely off the chair, but he loses a semblance of composure as an oiled digit slips between his cheeks, pressing against his hole.
“This would be easier on the bed.” Artemy says it casually, not waiting for a response before his tongue slides between Daniil’s folds.

“I’m fine,” Daniil says, but he knows his demeanor gives him away. He tips his head back, letting his hips roll against Artemy’s mouth. He doesn’t mind relaxing his body to let the finger press up inside of him, grinding his teeth to keep from biting his lip. Artemy’s mouth leaves his folds as he presses his finger in, kissing just below his navel and hooking Daniil’s right leg over his shoulder for support. Daniil plays at lazy, letting Artemy be the one to nudge his thigh open to give his finger more room to press in Daniil’s body.

A second finger rubs against his hole and his fingers tug in Artemy’s hair. Artemy takes the pull as encouragement to sink his teeth in Daniil’s thigh, fingers breaching his body. Daniil’s mouth parts and he wiggles, sex growing wetter, pushing himself down on Artemy’s fingers. Artemy sucks on his flesh, fingers spreading, and it’s almost too much. Artemy’s fingers slide out and back in slowly, tongue pressed flat against his skin, and Daniil huffs. He’s going to fall off the chair at this rate.

“Alright,” Daniil says. Artemy’s fingers twist, and pause, waiting for Daniil to continue. “We can move.”

Bad Grief/Bachelor

[(Anonymous)]

Grief manages to convince a stressed out Daniil to take a night to unwind with him.

Bonus if:
*One or both are trans!

Re: Bad Grief/Bachelor

[(Anonymous)]

seconded please give me rights

ANDREY GETS PUT IN HIS PLACE

[(Anonymous)]

andrey is being annoying and smug and somebody, maybe daniil, rails him until he’s an absolute wreck. thank you, goodnight.

bonus points for overstimulation and/or begging

Re: ANDREY GETS PUT IN HIS PLACE

[(Anonymous)]

mm, seconded.

burakovsky, excessive c*m

[(Anonymous)]

i would greatly enjoy it if, as said on the tin, artemy burakh turns daniil dankovsky into a chocolate eclair...basically... just like a lot of cum.

would be super great if danko could be trans! any themes of breeding is also greatly encouraged...

Re: burakovsky, excessive c*m

[(Anonymous)]

(We are delivering this, because of reasons. There is gendered language for genitals in this.)

Daniil is a beautiful man no matter the circumstances. Anyone with eyes can see that – long lashes, the way his mouth turns up at the corners when he’s trying not to smile, the confidence with which he carries himself. But like this… like this… Oh, he is a sight to behold. Back arching off the mattress, clothes barely pulled out of the way for this, pale skin darkened red from the exposed column of his throat to the roots of his dark hair… Artemy thinks he’s never seen a more beautiful sight than Daniil in the throes of ecstasy, giving into his baser desires. He feels privileged to bear witness to this side of him.

Neither had the patience to completely undress, and in the moment it hardly matters. Artemy has him by the hips, thrusting into him hard and fast and Daniil arches into it, begs for it with every breath, every movement of his body. It’s good, real good. Daniil’s eyes are squeezed shut, his hands clutching tightly at the pillow beneath his head. And he isn’t quiet either, oh no. He makes such pretty noises, little whimpers and groans and sighs.

It’s been so long – of course Artemy wasn’t thinking about sex during the journey home, and he certainly hadn’t thought of touching himself during the outbreak. All of that repressed desire magnifies into a tidal wave, manifests in the frantic way he fucks Daniil into the mattress.

“Ar.. Artem…” Daniil’s back arches again. Artemy feels the heels of the other man’s feet digging into the small of his back, pulling him in closer. “I’m… f-fuck…”

Artemy’s body curls over his, one hand on the mattress to brace himself over the other man. Oh god, he’s close to. He’s so close to coming he can feel it building and he wants. “Where…?”

It speaks to how connected they are, how connected they’ve become over the last two and a half weeks, that Daniil understands the single word. He responds in kind, not with words but the way his legs tighten around Artemy’s waist, how the heels of his feet dig further into his back. His arms come up to wrap around Artemy’s neck, pulling him in closer.

“Inside me,” he breathes. “Please, like this, please.”

Artemy’s breath stutters in his chest. Oh god, he wants to. His head lays against Daniil’s, breaths coming in heavy pants. He wants to come inside him. He wants to fill him up, and oh god he isn’t sure if it’s the way Daniil says it or the way he keeps panting please please please, but oh god—

He reaches up, snatching one of Daniil’s hands and forcing it down between them. Daniil needs no explanation. His hand is already working on his clit, fingers moving off-rhythm with the cock inside of him. And when he comes it’s beautiful. All those lovely little sounds go quiet, his body seizes, breaths stuttering in his chest… and then he cries out and it’s too much, too much.

His own orgasm takes him then. It’s intense, the most intense thing he’s ever felt in his life. His hips snap one last time and he comes hard and fast inside the other man, muscles tensing up from his head to his toes. Every pulse of his cock seems to hit him in time with every clench of Daniil’s cunt around him. Maybe it’s only a few seconds, maybe it’s an eternity. Time bends and warps around their shared climax, it seems to go on forever. When at last he finishes emptying himself inside of Daniil, it snaps back to normal, leaving him exhausted and heavy.

For a moment he lingers, pressing his mouth lightly against Daniil’s jawline. He pushes himself back up and pulls away from the other man. Daniil doesn’t move, his chest heaving in an effort to catch his breath.

And oh, if Daniil in ecstasy had been a beautiful image, this is so much more. He lays stretched out on the bed, arms laid around his head. His legs still quiver and shake, spread wide so that Artemy can fully appreciate the mess he’s made of him. God he truly had to have been pent up to come that much. So much that it leaks out from his core, making a mess of the sheets.

He’ll have to change those later. For now, he wonders if he can manage to get hard again and fill him up even more.

artemy/peter, listen, hear me out,

[(Anonymous)]

artemy is a tender lover, gentle surgeon’s hands. petr is sensual - a little sloppy. they manage to have the most romantic sex possible, nd they aren’t even dating. context is up to you. perhaps a late night conversation turned into more

bonus points for:
- things gettin a lil rougher towards the end
- petr.ends up w cum all over him and artemy
- a continuation of the above point: he licks it off 👀

Re: artemy/peter, listen, hear me out,

[(Anonymous)]

i didnt know i needed this until right this second but oh my god op your mind is huge. seconded

I want that twink obliterated

[(Anonymous)]

Daniil has it in his mind that he's going to be the one in control of the situation. What actually happens is that he gets overwhelmed in the best way possible. Just facedown against the mattress, getting railed from behind hard and rough.

Preference for Artemy/Daniil but would absolutely love Andrey/Daniil as well. Whether or not Daniil is trans or cis is up to the author.

+ Daniil starts off being snarky, but ends up forgetting how speech works.
++ Cover him in cum. Make a MESS out of him!
+++++++++ Tender aftercare with lots of praise for taking it like a champ.

Re: I want that twink obliterated

[(Anonymous)]

SECONDED!!!
Pretty please, anyone.

Make Peter see Stars

[(Anonymous)]

Basically Overstimulation kink with Peter. It can be any pairing, just make it magical. Whomever he's with pushes him so far over the edge he sees miracles.

Bonus points for aftercare with him being brought back to earth and describing seeing the very heavens in typical Peter fashion.

Re: Make Peter see Stars

[(Anonymous)]

i second the HELL out of this, op your MIND

For Femslash Feb...

[(Anonymous)]

Aglayulia.
Just have Aglaya give Yulia the strap, please and thank you.

Re: For Femslash Feb...

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded, it's what they deserve ;-;

Maria/Eva

[(Anonymous)]

Eva being a tease and Maria getting frustrated and topping the hell out of her... I just think it would be neat!

Maria/Eva, 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Eva was nothing more than a curiosity to Maria, the inheritrix of the Stillwater who padded its halls in half-bare feet and sprawled on the decaying piano like a stray cat. "Oh, please, Maryushka, stay a while," she said, swinging herself upright, toes dangling above the keys. "It's gotten so lonesome here."

Maria stood by the piano, as though considering what to play. "Maryushka. Aren't you familiar?"

"We're girls of a similar age, why shouldn't we be friendly?

"A similar age, but not a similar status."

Eva pouted, a pitiful expression, however alluring the curl of her lip. "Don't you like me?"

Mere liking (believed Maria) was beneath a Mistress -- Scarlet Nina's love and disdain were passionate and complete. Maria tried to find it in herself to disdain Eva.

"Well," Eva continued, "I like you. Don't you know, Maryushka? I admired you since I set eyes on you. Since you never set your eyes on me, I admired your straight back, the nape of your neck. I admired how you looked at the river and the horizon. And --" She leaned over, and caught a lock of Maria's hair between her quick fingers. "I admired your long, dark hair."

Maria's breath caught.

-

Eva was nothing more than a curiosity. The Stillwater pulled the human soul like a spring, and most souls couldn't bear the tension -- strangers came and went through the observatory of unseen skies, but Eva, Eva with her hands coiling Maria's hair, Eva with her arms loose around Maria's neck, Eva stayed.

And when Eva kissed her, when she kissed her the kiss was like a counterweight, and Maria knew the torture of that tension -- Maria whose soul aspired to the air, even as she longed to be buried in Eva's arms.

rubin/saburov

[(Anonymous)]

I love my rarepairs... with how highly they respect one another, I can imagine a slowburn exploding into something intense, erotic, and overwhelming for both of them. I'm fine with literally anything for them, but I'd love to see Saburov keeping control and Rubin absolutely melting over an experienced man taking the lead. Bonus for an emphasis on their height difference.

Re: rubin/saburov

[(Anonymous)]

oh good heavens, seconded! 👀

Andrey Stamatin/Bad Grief

[(Anonymous)]

Write me something based off this voice line, please:

Filin... Filin... 'Bad Grief', now. Wasn't long ago he was on his knees, begging before me.

Re: Andrey Stamatin/Bad Grief

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded with the blazing power of a thousand suns!

Dankovsky solo time

[(Anonymous)]

Hey, so there's a lot of really, REALLY attractive people in Town-on-Gorkhon, and actual bi disaster Daniil Dankovsky has DEFINITELY noticed them...

I would like a scene of Daniil on his own, fantasizing about the various people he's found attractive and how exactly he would go about fucking them. No preference for pairings, just Daniil switching between different fantasies while jerking it.

Re: Dankovsky solo time

[(Anonymous)]

oh SECONDED

Lara solo time :o

[(Anonymous)]

Hey can I get a uhhhhhh Lara Ravel touching herself to the sight/thought of that topless herb bride who dances outside her manor???

Extra panacheas if she has a bit of gay denial at first and more if she just absolutely goes to town h*mping a pillow by the end.

Re: Lara solo time :o

[(Anonymous)]

sec👏on👏ded👏

[(Anonymous)]

Daniil Dickovsky. That is all.

D. Dickovsky Fill

[(Anonymous)]

Well, here's something! Hope this tickles your fancy!

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Daniil leaned back into Andrey’s chest as the other man lights a cigarette, enjoying the satisfied exhaustion weighing down his limbs and the satisfied ache between his legs. “You’ve gotten better since University,” he says, lazily tracing patterns on the arm Andrey hooks around his chest.

There’s a low rumble of a laugh that Daniil can feel through his back. “So have you. Gotten much practice in?”

Daniil gives him a coy smile, lightly stroking his thigh. “Some.”

Andrey passes him the cigarette. “You know what we used to call you back then?”

Daniil rolled his eyes. “You’ll have to be more specific, Andrey. I seem to remember a great deal of ridiculous names.”

“Dickovsky!” A grin splits his face. “Because you could—”

“—Take a dick as well as anyone. I know: you said that one to my face often enough.”

“And you were always annoyed by our little names for you, but give it an hour and someone would have you on your knees living up to them.”

Daniil turned to him, exhaling smoke into his face, taking a juvenile pleasure in the resulting cough. “Incidentally, I’m still irritated by it.”

Andrey gave him a jab in the ribs, then plucks the cigarette from his hand. “I’d say it’s because you’ve got a stick up your ass, but if that were the case, I’d have run into it.” He takes a long drag. “But it wouldn’t be as fun if I didn’t have to unwind you first.”

Daniil huffs. “Well, I’m glad to hear I’m such a pleasant diversion.”

“Oh, come Daniil,” Andrey says, putting on an overly penitent tone. The hand around his chest moves down, brushing over his stomach. “You know I tease because you’re so lovely when you’re angry.” His warm hand cups his cock, squeezing him lightly before wrapping his fingers around him.

Daniil can’t help the way his breath hitches. He’s still sensitive and Andrey always knew just how to touch him. “You should count yourself lucky that I’m such a forgiving man.” He leans back against him again, covers the other man’s hand with his own as he stubs out the cigarette. “I might even return the favor if you do well enough.”

Andrey laughs again, pressing his lips against Daniil’s neck. “What an incentive,” he murmurs. “I’ll have to try my hardest, won’t I?” And for the rest of the night, he does, until Daniil is living up to his old nickname once again.

the inherent homoeroticism of digging a well

[(Anonymous)]

Vlad Jr. calls on someone to inspect his "hole."

Daniil/Artemy Ripper Roleplay

[(Anonymous)]

Daniil and Artemy decide to spice up their sex life- so Daniil makes a humble request for Artemy to put on the Ripper persona-- with the addition that Artemy can pull this persona whenever and wherever Artemy is ready to do it.

They've already made their boundaries, their safeword, and are ready to go. Keep it sexy and keep it safe!

*You can write this in pretty much any location at any point in time. Bonus if Daniil is /really/ into it and that makes Artemy into it even more.

Re: Daniil/Artemy Ripper Roleplay

[(Anonymous)]

I'm going to be watching this prompt like a hawk, because this sounds incredible.

Maria gives andrey the strap

[(Anonymous)]

They're utopians. They think highly of each other. Andrey likes danger and knife fights, Maria likes being in charge and inflicting pain. Its bound to happen, really.

Re: Maria gives andrey the strap

[(Anonymous)]

Holy shit, seconded a thousand times over!

artemy/rubin, pining, UST

[(Anonymous)]

what it says on the tin. maybe they fuck. maybe they don't. im talking pride and prejudice hand flex scene levels of agony. make me YEARN anon

Andrey/Eva, pegging

[(Anonymous)]

eva fucking andrey with a big strap. just absolutely destroying him. and then she's very soft and tender in the aftercare

*bonus points if one or both of them are trans
* extra bonus points if andrey drools

Re: Andrey/Eva, pegging

[(Anonymous)]

SECONDED

Victor/Saburov

[(Anonymous)]

Saburov sucking Victor's dick. Victor has a strong guiding hand. Saburov gets a little cock crazy in the end

Re: Victor/Saburov

[(Anonymous)]

HEWWO im on this op