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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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wait wait wait i thought this was a fill for the block/dankovsky prompt down the thread and am only now using my eyes for something other than rereading this fic.... i *AM* OP actually and i am overjoyed

twist!!!! you were the op in the mirror!

i’m a!a, thank you so much, i’m so glad you enjoyed it.

this is so! good! i love the little bit of worldbuilding about physical pleasure as a means of crossing lines, and how that contributes to artemy’s sense of shame. his desire for daniil is so visceral, and his thoughts and fantasies about daniil are so vivid and perfect, and it’s all just beautifully done!

(i-i kind of want to write the sequel where daniil questions artemy about his fantasies and teases him. would that be okay?)

im not the filler BUT i am op and i would definitely love to see that

HI IM OP and this was so good!!! artemy fantasizing about daniil's gloves... perfect. everything about this was amazing, thank you for the fill <3

A!A here, thank you for the lovely comment! I’m glad the attraction and desire came across so vividly. I tend to lean into that for kinkmeme writing :) The idea of tangling lines was there partially for worldbuilding, and partially to fictionalise Artemy’s shame to reduce the bite for readers. I’m glad you found it interesting!

Also, yes, of course!! That is so flattering! I would love to read a sequel riffing off this fill.

Thanks OP, I’m so pleased you like it!! And thanks for the cool prompt, characters with hangups are so much fun to write.

Oh, this was great! Very convincing glove-kink with a lot of nice physical descriptors. Then there's some really interesting hints about the way Daniil views himself through Block's outside perspective.

Favourite line is "Block finds himself breathing fast, like a hunted animal." It's very evocative and has this lovely blend of something primal, but also kind of vulnerable. Just lovely use of language overall. Excellent work!

PLEASE WRITE THIS OMG.....

Hey, OP, potentially filler here. Are you okay with breath-play?

I don’t know why I want this.

Intriguing prompt, OP. When you say butcher, are you thinking more Path 1 or Path 2 aesthetic?

More 2 than 1, but I don’t have a major preference?

Ooooh, an art fill! I really like the colours, they're very evocative of Mark, which is thematically appropriate. I also love the use of light and shadow, on the bed, and in particular the one cast by Peter's arm. The expressions are perfect too and really capture the dynamic. Great work!

a!a here, thank you! i'm relieved and delighted to know the glove-kink worked, and glad you got the little glimpses of daniil's self-image. daniil ... just let this man treat you right ...

The sound of Viktor’s knuckles against the door of the Rod is too loud to his own ears. The streets of the town have grown quieter and quieter these days. Viktor has pushed that fact out of his mind as best as he can.

Saburov opens the door, looking surprised at who is standing at his doorstep. His posture straightens.
“Quite an unexpected visit, Mr. Kain. Please come in.”

He moves aside, allowing his guest to walk inside. Viktor strains to keep his expression neutral as Saburov touches his elbow and gestures forward.

“My office is this way.”

He leads Viktor to a room branching off the main hall. It is cluttered in places—papers cover half the desk, and there are medical journals scattered over a couch besides the bookcase.

Saburov stays at the center of the room, watching him.

“To what do I owe this visit, Mr. Kain?”

“It’s Viktor.”

“Erm—what?”

“Call me Viktor.”

The Governor’s eyebrows raise. “Apologies, I—I’m so used to formalities at this point… You may call me Alexander, if you wish.”

“Well, Alexander,” Viktor says, leaning against his desk. “Reports tell me that you tried to have Peter Stamatin killed.”

As expected, Alexander’s expression darkens. He looks to the side, adjusting his cuffs in what seems like habit.

“He’s a criminal, Mis—Viktor.”

“And you’re so sure? Despite having no evidence?”

Alexander’s eyes turn back up to him, and he steps forward.

“Are you questioning my authority? I know what I’m doing.”

Viktor can’t help the smirk that comes across his face.

“Yes, I think you know exactly what you’re doing. You’re using your newfound power to try to get someone you dislike killed.”

Alexander stalks closer. “It’s not about dislike, Viktor. He’s a murderer.”

“Not proven.”

“That doesn’t mean he didn’t do it! Peter Stamatin is guilty, I know this. And if I can’t prove it, then—”

“Then you’ll figure out some other reason for him to be killed?”

A hand grips the collar of his shirt, pulling him down with a touch more force than necessary. Viktor shivers. Their faces are inches from each other.

“I don’t appreciate what you’re insinuating.”

“Shut me up, then,” Viktor dares, without thinking.

Alexander looks like he’s about to say something, but closes his mouth, his eyes searching Viktor’s own. For a moment, Viktor wonders if he might actually be kicked out.

He waits with bated breath. His grip on the desk has a desperate edge.

It’s eight painstaking, eternal seconds before Alexander’s expression changes to something more sure, and he smashes their lips together.

Viktor groans into his mouth. The kiss is forceful, with too much teeth, and it’s exactly everything that he’d been hoping for. Alexander presses him back against the desk, still gripping his collar, while his free hand moves to Viktor’s waist. Viktor’s hands curl at the edge of the desk. He wants to be pushed around, be told what to do, but it’s hard to make that request when his tongue is preoccupied inside Alexander’s mouth.

One of Alexander’s legs slides between his own, pushing against his hardening length. A breathless gasp leaves Viktor. Alexander reels him back in by the collar.

Viktor’s pulse flutters in his throat, right against Alexander’s knuckles. Alexander pulls back. His gaze runs down Viktor’s body hungrily before snapping back up.

“You like that I have power over you?” he says in a low voice.

“With how liberally you’re using that power, I was hoping you might use it on me.”

Alexander stills. Clenching his jaw, Viktor resists the urge to push his hips towards the leg just an inch away.

There’s a sharp stab of disappointment in his gut as Alexander takes a step back. Viktor nearly misses the words that come next: “Get down on your knees.”

There is a stunned silence. Alexander narrows his eyes.

“I won’t say it again, Viktor.”

Viktor drops to the ground. His knees sting, but he hardly cares.

Neither of them want to waste any time. That's good. Alexander takes off his coat and unbuttons his pants quickly, pulling his dick out.

“Perhaps this will shut you up," he muses, tone turning from annoyed to thoughtful.

The implications are clear. Viktor curls his hand around the length, and gives one long stroke. Alexander stifles a noise. He pushes his hands through Viktor’s hair, pausing at the top of his head.

His facade cracks, and his voice is meek. “Can I pull on your hair?”

Viktor tries not to glare when he looks up at him. “Don’t ask. Take...whatever you want from me.”

Alexander flinches. “I don’t want to hurt you, Viktor.”

Viktor tightens his grip. “Fine,” he says dismissively. “I’ll shake my head if I want you to stop. Now, let’s save our time.”

Finally, Alexander grins, with a wicked edge that sends heat through Viktor’s core. Alexander yanks Viktor closer between his legs. “Let’s.”

There’s no point in foreplay—Viktor opens his mouth and takes the first few inches in.

Alexander’s hands grips his hair hard. Viktor holds on to Alexander’s thighs, his mind swimming. The hands tug again. Viktor groans, pulling off of Alexander to breathe. He counts to five, then looks upward.

Alexander is smirking down at him. It has a terrifying and familiar edge to it that makes Viktor close his eyes for half a second, clearing out the memories that threaten to bubble up.

“Quite interesting, Viktor. I didn’t know you liked to be handled so roughly.”

Viktor can feel the start of a throbbing pain in his scalp. It echoes how desperately hard he is through his pants. He decides, right then, that his dignity isn’t going to survive this encounter anyways. “More, please. Use me.”

Alexander waits, searching his eyes. Then, his nails bite into Viktor’s skin. “If you insist.”

Viktor is pulled by his hair back towards the cock in front of him. He takes it in gladly.

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Neither of them talk afterwards. Alexander goes to his desk to fetch a handkerchief and wipe his hands. When Viktor tries to stand up, he unceremoniously discovers that his legs crumple beneath him like cotton. He drops to his knees again and winces, grabbing a chair for balance.

Alexander quickly drops the cloth. He returns to Viktor and hovers next to him, holding his hands in the air like a conductor with stagefright. Then, he frowns, and puts his arms around Viktor’s back to haul him into the desk chair. Viktor would apologize for leaving any stains on the upholstery, but he can’t work up the energy at the moment. He feels exhausted, sore in about five different places, and wonderfully sated.

Alexander hovers by the desk again. He fidgets with his cuff. Then, he announces, “I’m going to brew some tea.”

“Go ahead,” Viktor murmurs.

“Don’t go anywhere.”

Viktor huffs a laugh. “Alexander, I can’t feel my legs.”

Alexander pauses, and nods once. “Right.”

He disappears down the hall. Viktor sits there, mind blank, until he hears a kettle begin whistling. The sound pushes him into action like a wind-up toy, though his knees creak in protest. There is an austere, wrought-iron mirror above the couch. which provides the necessary reflection to start putting himself back together.

The repetitive motion of buttoning up his shirt is somewhat comforting. He is back to his routine, and that helps him center his mind. It’s when he’s straightening his collar that the thought hits him properly: he just humiliated himself in front of the town governor. The one that has been his political rival for decades. The one that is imprisoning innocent people whenever he’s in a bad mood. A few minutes ago Viktor thought he had the perfect plan for handling his...personal compromises; now all he can do is list the regrets and possible repercussions that could arise—itemized and ranked according to how anxious he feels about it.

Oh, Christ.

Viktor tries to focus on damage control. There is a bruise on his neck that he has no memory of receiving, which means he’ll need to find Nina’s old face powder to cover the mark. The last time he had to worry about such things was when Nina was walking around herself. It feels like a time from another universe.

The man in the mirror seems too old and worn to still be doing this, but just desperate enough for it to make sense. Viktor smooths the front of his shirt and tries to remember how it looked when it was still new.

Viktor sees Saburov enter the room through the mirror. He’s as strange of an addition to Viktor’s reflection as anything else, and he looks uncomfortable to be there.

Viktor is half-hoping that Saburov will banish him from his estate and they’ll never have to bother with difficult conversations. Instead, Saburov is holding two steaming mugs of tea with a dish towel, one of which he sets on the desk, and the other mug he uses to nudge Viktor until he takes it. The tea is strong, fragrant with mint and chamomile. Viktor mumbles thanks.

Saburov glances from Viktor’s eyes, to his mouth, and to the bruise on his neck. Then he sighs. With one hand he cups Viktor’s chin, tilting his head down. The other hand dabs at his cheek with the hot dish towel. He isn’t gentle—Viktor feels like furniture being polished—but he doesn’t prefer kindness, anyways.

“Why did you do this?” Saburov says, suddenly.

Viktor raises an eyebrow. “What?”

“Why did you set up the whole—” Saburov flushes. He stops scrubbing with the towel to gesture vaguely.

Great. So they both feel awkward.

“Normally the first question after sex should be ‘was it good for you too’,” Viktor says mildly, picking at his hair in the mirror.

Saburov flicks him with the end of the towel. “I know perfectly well that you enjoyed being debased.”

Well. No arguments there.

“You made the first move,” Viktor says. “I am not responsible for the choices you make or any doubts you may h—”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Saburov cuts in.

Viktor considers his options for five seconds. Then, he sighs through his nose. “Why do you ask?”

Saburov wipes Viktor’s lower lip like it personally offends him. “I know how you run negotiations, Viktor, and antagonism isn’t your style. Don’t you leave that appalling behaviour to your family? But today, you come to my home unannounced, you insult my judgement, and then—well. You were literally asking me to shut you up. While smiling. I’m not an idiot.”

“You could have fooled me,” Viktor says under his breath.

“Excuse me?”

“Executing Peter would have been stupid, irresponsible, and dangerous. He is one of the greatest minds of our time.”

Saburov pauses. “You want to talk about this now?”

“You’re on the brink of an insane dictatorship. I see no better time for it.”

Saburov slings the cloth over his shoulder and takes a step back. “I’m not debating this with you.”

Viktor catches him by the arm. “You won’t even take advice? Do you have zero respect for my opinion?”

In an instant, Alexander presses into Viktor’s space again and grabs him by the jaw. “Listen carefully, Mr. Kain,” he says quietly. “You gave me emergency powers, and now I am using them to clean up your family’s messes. I am your governor. I will not be questioned, or ridiculed, I will be obeyed.”

It’s funny how quickly the blood rushes to Viktor’s head. This time, it’s impossible not to make the association between Alexander and his wife. He can almost feel the pressure of her lacquered nails against his skin. The thought makes him laugh.

“What,” Alexander says.

“It turns out I have a type. Who knew?” Viktor muses.

Alexander’s fingers lighten their weight. “Are we talking about your sexual preferences again? Because in this context I’m not interested. It’s time you stop acting evasive and cryptic.”

Viktor waves a hand. “Fine, fine. Do you remember Nina?”

Alexander curls his lip. “How could I forget? A fiendish woman who did whatever she pleased. Every time I tried to have her arrested, you would find a loophole to bail her out.”

“She stole children. Destroyed houses on a whim. What a breathtaking sight...” Viktor says. “I’m sure that if she had control over the jails, she would be imprisoning people too.”

“...What are you trying to say?”

“I did this because I think the abuse of power is...well, enticing. And if my advice is worth nothing to you, then hopefully that comparison will give you food for thought.”

To say that Alexander didn't like his words would be an understatement. He has an expression like Viktor put all of his paperwork in a pile and lit it on fire.

He lets go of Viktor’s jaw and takes a step back.

Viktor smoothes his shirt again. “Thank you for the tea and the sex, Governor,” he says. “I must be on my way. Hopefully, we will never have to do this again.”

OP here! This was fantastic!! I love how this entire piece is edged with their baggage as political rivals. Alexander is so thrown by Viktor dispensing with formality and taunting him so directly, that's just not the usual script at all. Viktor’s conflict is also really great. He’s perfectly happy to encourage Alexander to do whatever he wants to him, but is absolutely inclined to stand up for the town.

I love the look Alexander throws him at the end as if Viktor had “…put all of his paperwork in a pile and lit it on fire.” That was so evocative and felt like such a cool character note. And then you also have Nina’s memory overshadowing things so elegantly. I really liked “He can almost feel the pressure of her lacquered nails against his skin.” Damn. The encounter itself was also scorching hot with Viktor pushing Alexander to really lay into him and Alexander being reluctant at first, but then going for it.

Anyway, this was the best thing to wake up to, thank you so much for filling my prompt and with such flair too!

this is incredible! daniil’s wide-eyes shock, his legs around peter’s shoulders, and his sock garters ... and peter’s soft, devoted expression ... a+++

Specifically a Stakh/Artemy/Daniil sandwich, bc i have an insatiable desire for bottom Artemy. Bonus points for trans
Artemy and a sort of sexual Rivally goin on between Daniil n Rubin (especially if they start fighting just a lil bit 👀)

I second the hell out of this, OP.

a/n: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! cw cheating

***

The day is warm, but Saburov still arrives buttoned up to the chin in his green overcoat, because of course he does. Victor has his sleeves pulled back and his shirt open past his collarbone to deal with the heat. When he answers the door, Saburov's eyes sweep over him, narrowing.

"Good afternoon, Governor."

"May I come in?" His voice is curt, clipped. Victor steps aside and Saburov brushes past him into the study. Victor closes the door behind him, calculating the rest of the family's whereabouts. Georgiy and Simon are holed up in the workshop. Maria is in her quarters. Kasper… well.

"People are unhappy with you, Victor," says Saburov. He hovers in front of the desk, hands folded behind his back. "They say the Kains are responsible for stealing everyone's children."

Victor takes a seat across from him, folds his arms over his chest. "They know I've lost one as well, don't they?"

Sabrov’s mouth twists. "He's the ringleader, so it's doubly your fault."

"And they bring these concerns to you?"

"It would seem they think your family has a bias in the matter. Simon did give his permission, but it's harder on families whose children help them with the household. I suppose you wouldn't know what that's like."

He can imagine the rebuttal from his brothers (the miracle of life, the ingenuity of mankind over the struggles of a few working families), but Victor just sighs. "I won't bore you with a treatise on Onirotecture."

Saburov's expression barely changes, but there's a softening around the eyes that Victor knows to look for now. "It would be lost on me, I'm afraid."

For a long time, Victor wrote the Governor off as unimportant, a bureaucrat. What hand had he in building their masterpiece? After Nina died, though, the governor stepped into the spotlight as someone looking to impose his will on the town. Victor took notice of the way he held himself, how he spoke to the townspeople like a benevolent king.

Maybe that's why Saburov always liked him better than his brothers. Georgiy and Simon had teased him for it, one night during dinner.

"Victor admires him, isn't that right?" said Simon, tearing his bread with his fingers.

"I pity him," said Victor. "He seems to care about the town."

Georgiy shook his head. "If he truly cared, he would let it evolve. And the business with his wife is shameful…"

Victor had nothing to say for that. A part of him resented Katerina for trying to become Nina (and lately, a treacherous voice whispered, for being married to Saburov).

“Is that why you’ve come, Alexander?” Victor asks. He folds his hands in front of him and rolls his head to the side. There’s an ache in his shoulder lately. He’s getting older. He wakes up cold and stiff, like a corpse, alone in his too-large bed. Human bodies are such fallible things.

Saburov reacts predictably to the use of his given name, crossing the room in two strides.

"No," he whispers. He leans down.

Do you think me cold, Nina, for using him in this way? For knowing what it does to him and doing it anyway?

They've never used a bed. Saburov will not allow himself to be held or gentled at all. Often Victor tries to imagine him in bed with his wife and fails. Katerina must be a lonely woman.

It suits Victor well enough. Since Nina died, he finds the rituals of courtship to be an irritation. Still, he looks forward to it when Saburov visits, once every few weeks. Victor lets him be the one to initiate. Saburov sometimes goes almost a month before dragging himself back to the Crucible like a man starved.

Or an addict, says that dark voice again.

He has that look about him today, as he slides his hands beneath Victor's shirt. Haggard and haunted. Victor wastes no time in stripping off his coat and catching him in a deep, bruising kiss. Saburov groans into his mouth and sags against him.

“I can’t stay long." He drops to his knees beside the chair, fumbles open the button on Victor’s trousers.

Is it a comfort to know that despite their relationship, they are loyal to their own families first and foremost?

Saburov's lips part. He breathes in; Victor can feel the movement of air over his cockhead. His shoes scrape the tiled floor as he shifts his legs.

"Don't touch yourself,” says Victor. “Keep your hands on me."

The silky heat of Saburov's mouth closes on him. Victor places one hand on his cheek, strokes his hair back with the other: he knows what Saburov needs.

"You're doing well," he says, and Saburov moans, low and deep in his throat, his hands trembling where they clutch at Victor's trousers. He must be hard. His face is flushed with color.

Saburov pulls back, wraps a hand around Victor's cock and laps at the head, eyes bright, lips swollen and slick with spit. Victor feels a spark of possessiveness, of desire. This display is only for him. Victor never wanted to rule the way Nina or Alexander did-- Nina listened to him because she loved him, that was all. But he recognizes the feeling of having power leashed and what it does to him.

"Right there,” he murmurs, as Saburov takes him inside again. “Yes. Just like that.”

Victor's body feels wound too tight, and he knows he's close. He nudges at Saburov, but Saburov bends his head lower, choking as Victor jerks and finishes down his throat.

Saburov sits back in his heels and wipes with his mouth with his hand. When he stands, shakily, Victor can see--

"Let me," he says, drawing Saburov in with a hand at his hip, palming the front of his trousers where his erection strains against the fabric. Saburov pushes forward into the touch--

The parlor clock chimes the hour, and the bell tower in the Cathedral follows, ringing through the house. For just a moment, Victor stills, and Saburov takes the opportunity to wrench himself away.

"That's enough,” says Saburov.

Victor doesn't protest when he turns to collect himself. His own body feels heavy and sated, and he knows better than to press his attention where it’s unwanted. After Saburov leaves, he goes to the window and opens the curtains, letting sunlight flood into the study.

bonus points if grief gets filled with kittens. this is self-explanatory????

This was really cool! I loved all the details like the allusions to the Kains' family dynamics and the sprinkling of their ideology (which Victor also shares) throughout. And the way Nina is a preoccupation for Victor, and that we also get hints about Katerina's situation. I also liked the sense of duty they both had, it felt very true to character. The porn was very hot too, with an excellent sense of desperation edged with some rather more complex, even reluctant, feelings. Great work!

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