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Pathologic Kink Meme!

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!

Some basic rules that were recommended to help out before we get started:

- 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...

- Please use tags and content warnings, especially for things that people might be triggered over. For prompt fillers, please put those tags in the beginning of the post so that way people can skip over them if need be. Tags can also attract people to your art if it has content that they're interested in, so it can be a helpful tool for content creators as well.

- 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.

And that's as much as I have in regards to rules! Hopefully these answered answer any questions you might have! Feel free to recommend any rules of your own, or ask me for clarification on the current ones.

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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.

oh good heavens, seconded! 👀

"Relax, doc," says Grief, which is easier said than done. Daniil's laid out bare against the bed, Grief's hand splayed over his chest and his heart, which is hammering. Idly he traces the surgical scars beneath Daniil's breast; Grief's breasts are fuller, freckled, but he bears them without any shame.

"Tell me what to do," Daniil returns. Tell me what to expect, let me fulfill your expectations.

"You work too much," Grief teases. "You'll wind yourself up like a corkscrew, without any of the fun of popping the cork. Just stay where you are; let me unwork you."

"It hardly seems fair."

"Oh~?" Grief's clever mouth descends on the side of his neck, biting and suckling and stringing out gasps from Daniil's parted lips.

"Grief ..."

"You've got a beautiful neck, doc," he says with a smirk. "White as a dove's."

Daniil's chest rises, falls with wanting pants, swallowing breaths. His legs spread wide and Grief's hand finds the swelled shape of his clitoris, palming him, making him tremble and moan. "Please ... please ..."

Grief rocks into Daniil like a wave on the beach, breaking apart.

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.

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.

oh SECONDED

Thirded!

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.

Daniil Dickovsky. That is all.

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

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.

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

“So?”

The two of them are in the parlor-- or more accurately, Saburov’s throne room, where he holds court with the town’s sinners. The curtains are drawn. He sits in his high-backed chair while Rubin stands over him.

"I think you're heartsick over your mentor dying, and you're looking for someone to tell you what to do,” says Saburov. Not unkindly, but it still stings like a slap in the face.

"I want it to be you." Rubin looks away. "You're a good man."

"I'm not," says Saburov softly. "If you knew…"

“I know that the town doesn't deserve you." Rubin drops to one knee at the side of Saburov’s chair. He bows his head. “I don’t deserve you.”

Saburov is silent for a long time. Rubin’s legs begin to ache. Finally, Saburov lays a hand on his head, like a priest giving a blessing.

“So be it,” he says. “Stand up.”

He brushes his fingers over the velvet of Saburov’s coat. Worn at the seams, like the man who owns it. When Saburov takes it off, he folds it carefully over the back of the chair. Katerina, Rubin recalls, takes pride in her mending.

He turns Rubin toward him with a light hand at his jaw, pushes open his shirt and presses cold fingers to his ribs. Though Saburov is nearly a foot shorter, he keeps Rubin bending to him, chasing kiss after kiss.

They end up against the wall, Saburov pinning him with a thigh between his legs.

“Will your wife--” Rubin begins, but Saburov cuts him off, covering Rubin’s mouth with his own.

“She has her men, and I have mine.” He trails kisses down Rubin’s neck, over his collarbone. The possessive edge in his voice goes straight to Rubin’s dick.

“Oh, god.” He throws his head back against the wall when Saburov gets a hand around him. It's easy to look down at him from this angle, to see where the silver has laced through his hair.

Saburov's hand works him quickly. It’s clear he’s been with men before, but perhaps only in dark and in secret. He doesn't look at Rubin's face, keeps his head bent. Rubin imagines him moving lower, Saburov taking him between his lips, that stern mouth opening to him. He puts a hand on Saburov's shoulder to steady himself.

"Strong arms," Saburov says approvingly. He turns his wrist and Rubin bites back a moan.

“I could lift you.”

The hitch in his breath is so subtle Rubin thinks he might have imagined it. “That won’t be necessary.”

unf this is good. Saburov's experience, the way he leads Rubin with his mouth. The height difference!

This is so gorgeous and hot, thank you, anon.

im OP and i cried. thank you that was so sexy im dying

LOVE THAT END PART...also wanting to hold his *** inside...your mind

Seconded with the blazing power of a thousand suns!

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.

This was really good! I love the hints at self doubt from both of them and also the idea that Saburov and Katerina both have their men. That makes Rubin's opinions/observations about the ways Saburov's likely been with other men before particularly cool.

Cool beginning! I like the idea of Maria trying to live up to the ideal of a Mistress and not quite being able to reconcile her own conflicting desires.

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.

Holy shit, seconded a thousand times over!

A/N: SORRY THIS IS SO GOOBY i do hope someone else fills this and makes it sexier

cw for consensual dubcon, very mild knife threats.

***

The game went as follows: Artemy was to sneak into his own bedroom, cover his lover’s mouth with a hand, and pretend to be a stranger.

Or rather. Not a stranger, precisely.

“The Ripper?” Artemy had asked, feeling lost at sea.

Daniil was sitting up in bed, smoking and leaning on the headboard. His hair was still mussed from where Artemy had gripped it. “You remember all that nonsense from last year…"

"When the townspeople thought I killed my father and branded me a murderer?"

"Well…"

So now, Artemy stood outside his own bedroom door with a hand on the doorknob.

He noticed he was grinding his teeth and clenched them together. He hadn't been this nervous the first time they'd fucked, Daniil on the autopsy table with his legs wrapped around Artemy's hips, or any of the times afterward, in the lair or the Stillwater.

Perhaps it was because he was playing a role this time. It was almost like stage fright. Daniil had walked him through the whole scenario, and Artemy had kissed him and promised to try his best.

Of course, my heart. Anything for you.

The door creaked open, but Daniil did not stir. The room was lit by one flickering candle, undoubtedly placed by Dankovsky so Artemy didn’t run into the furniture in the dark. How thoughtful of him.

Moving quickly, Artemy climbed into the bed they shared, wrapped an arm around Daniil’s waist, and pulled his warm and pliant body into his lap.

“Don’t make a sound,” he whispered against Daniil’s ear.

Daniil took quick little breaths. Artemy tugged his hair, watching the pale arch of his throat strain. With his other hand he drew his scalpel and held it beneath Daniil's chin.

“Ripper,” said Daniil in a low voice. “Back again already?” What an actor the Bachelor could be! His eyes flashed with what seemed to be genuine indignation. Artemy played along.

“Quiet or I’ll cut you.” He turned the blade so it pressed to Daniil’s jaw, then slid his hand up to cradle Daniil’s breast. Daniil was dressed in only a thin nightshirt. Artemy moved his hips against the Bachelor's, letting him feel his cock stiffen. He was still fully dressed.

"Unhand me, you brute. I have a lover."

Daniil squirmed as if trying to escape his hold, although in effect it just reciprocated the motion. Artemy bit his lip. This, too, was part of the game.

"Pretty thing, aren't you? If you were mine, I'd never leave you alone."

He set the knife on the bedside table and hitched Daniil’s thigh up. Artemy could already smell the arousal on him, and it stirred him, more than the silly playacting.

“Will you kill me afterwards?”

Oh, Daniil. Try not to sound so hopeful.

“I’ll consider it,” said Artemy. Daniil’s lip twitched, perhaps in irritation at the vague answer. Nothing for it but to distract him from talking. He slid two fingers into his mouth, pressing his tongue down and feeling the muscles contract as he gagged. To Daniil’s credit, he caught on quickly, his eyes fluttering closed as he relaxed his jaw.

By the time he drew out, Daniil was making wordless noises and rocking his hips, desperate for friction. Artemy held him steady.

“Beg for it. I want to hear you.”

“No.”

Artemy sat there for a moment trying to come up with a suitable response. It didn’t help that most of his blood seemed to be flowing away from his brain.

“Right,” he said, and shoved Daniil down onto the bed. Daniil let out a yelp of surprise. Resisting the urge to check on him, Artemy covered him with his body.

“Fuck me already. Stop fucking around,” Daniil said in a stage whisper.

“Getting closer, oynon, but not quite.”

Artemy's fingers split the lips of his cunt, stroking between the folds and circling his clit. Daniil writhed against him.

“Please.”

Artemy lined himself up and sank into him with a groan. Daniil was already so wet, and the slick heat of him was irresistible. He pressed him into the mattress with deep, punishing thrusts. Daniil clung to him. For a moment, the Ripper dissolved, and it was just the two of them in bed together as always. Then Artemy buried his face in the crook of Daniil’s neck and sank his teeth into the skin, hard enough to bruise. Daniil cried out but didn’t move away, his legs tightening around Artemy’s waist.

“I’m close,” Artemy warned him in a tight voice. Daniil wasn't usually this-- needy. It was affecting him.

"Inside," Daniil panted, "come inside," and Artemy held him close and filled him.

When it was over, Artemy cleaned them both off, running the cloth down the back of Daniil’s legs. He rubbed them as he went, gently massaging his muscles.

"I don't need this," Daniil said, his voice muffled by the pillow.

Artemy leaned down to kiss the base of his spine. "I do."

When Daniil began to doze off, Artemy crawled over and collapsed beside him.

"You did passably," Daniil said, cracking one eye open. His voice sounded hoarse. “I’ll give you some suggestions for improvement, but later.”

“High praise from you, oynon.”

Artemy put an arm around his shoulders and pulled him into an embrace, and they fell asleep like that, their bodies nestled together.

This is wonderful! I love Artemy being nervous about playing a role, and resisting the urge to check on Daniil even as he shoves him down. And the gentle aftercare and the "I don't need this" "I do" is aaaah. Just perfect.

And Daniil has suggestions for him, of course he does.

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