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Pathologic Kink Meme!

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

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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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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...)

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

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i want a daniil sandwich!!

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

Seconded!

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!

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

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 :(

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.

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

Bonus if:
*One or both are trans!

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

seconded please give me rights

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...

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 👀

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

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

OH MY GOD

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.

“Do you not—?”

“I refuse to be made weak.” Alexander stands up, his hands splayed against the desk. He turns his head and feels both bitter defiance and a rush of warmth across his entire body that he has to glance up at Victor. The raw hunger shoots from his heart into his gut. “... This time. Not the first.”

“There is nothing shameful, or weak, in receiving,” Victor mutters, with the same tone of voice a scholar has when they try to appeal to their superiors. “But if you don’t want to, then we won’t. This time.”

“Not the first,” Alexander repeats. He is tense when Victor’s hands find his shoulders and turn him forward again, but one drags down his body, over his opened suit and then down the hints of exposed skin. It finds his trousers once more, helping them open. He is careful, like before, while Victor’s mouth presses against his jaw with the same intent. It is easier to relax, but he does not sacrifice his guard entirely. A compromise.

Victor pulls on his cock, dragging it from the open front of his trousers, and the rush of both warm air in Victor’s office as well as deep relief is enough to lead Alexander back against him, feeling Victor against him. Victor strokes his hand, dragging down and pulling his skin taunt, squeezing along his cock and leading Alexander to mutter his name and sigh with his head tilted away. Victor takes great pleasure in kissing his neck, leaving Alexander dizzy at how thoroughly he lavishes his skin.

His cock is hard and brought to full attention by Victor’s hand, by the comfortable weight Victor puts on his back, by the way Victor’s hand lays over his own against the desk. He arches forward and Victor follows, welcoming Victor against him with an undignified groan. He knows Victor is just as hard, pushing his hips forward with a precise angle as if he could press between their remaining clothing, and that gives Alexander another rush of powerful pride. If his body would allow it, he’d roll his hips back. Instead, he can only meet him with the same insistent rutting, making Victor shoot his free hand from the desk to Alexander’s waist.

Alexander lowers to his elbows, bracing himself more securely so he can give Victor a better angle on his body to grind against. Victor is like a heavy blanket, spread across his whole back as he continues to pull on Alexander’s cock. He can hear him behind his ear, murmuring words that form to nothing and trying to parse together sounds of encouragement. The hand over his stomach pulls him closer, and Alexander can feel his mind splitting himself in two, a submissive need to lay himself open and bare his body in a way he has never before, or to turn and keep his pride. He doesn’t know why he needs it so badly. He lays his hand over Victor’s on his stomach and pries him away, turning himself around. Quickly, Victor’s own trousers are pulled down. The sudden act of boldness is humbling.

And with such boldness, Alexander takes his wise, wide hand again and brings it down to their cocks, wrapping his fingers for him around both. The sensation of warm, taut skin against another is almost enough to make him dizzy, gritting his teeth and biting the inside of his lip enough for it to ache. Victor leans forward and kisses him, fearless and intoxicating, and nudges Alexander against the edge of the desk once more. Alexander opens himself a little bit more, tension rushing down his body with every rock of their hips. It’s better than he’s felt in years. Victor’s eyes are shut but he struggles to close his own, rolling them back in an aching relief. Victor keeps them together as Alexander grips both arms across his back, as if he could drag him in completely, slot their bodies together, Victor inside him or Alexander inside Victor, anything to unite them in some desperate union.

He can feel Victor try to breathe against him, tilting his head and keeping his eyes shut, and even though he accepts Alexander so easily, even he can tell that Victor harbours his own convictions. But it’s easier to forget them when it is just them, and the quiet of the Crucible. Perhaps now he will hear the echo inside and understand what Victor and his family mean by souls inside buildings. Perhaps another time, however. Not the first.

It is Alexander who crumbles first, seizing his spine for the first time since Victor helped him find a rhythm, squaring his shoulders and locking his legs around him, half-helped up on to the desk. He comes across Victor’s hand, pushing his mouth so hard against his that Alexander can feel his teeth press against his lips. Victor’s resolve must be stronger, because he continues to rut and stroke his cock against Alexander’s without an errant twitch or a betrayed sound from his throat. Alexander kisses him until he cannot breathe, and then he buries his face into Victor’s shoulder, breathing deep and exhaling with sounds of frustration. The good kind, the better kind. The one that keeps reaching for how good it feels to finish against a man like him, how good it feels to be helped back and balanced on an elbow once more as Victor presses against him, squeezing Alexander’s used cock against his own until he sinks his face into Alexander Saburov’s neck, teeth out.

The bite is the most erotic thing Alexander thinks he’s ever felt. He yelps. How embarrassing. How juvenile…

They remain against the desk for some time, feeling each other’s breathing adjust and accounting for their pulse. Alexander wonders if they could be in tune with one another, as if the timekeeping of the Kains is catching up to him.

Alexander is the first to clear his throat. He leans himself back and looks at Victor’s hand.

“My coat,” he reflects, with deep despair. His coat, though open and wide, now has a stain on its corner.

“Ah.”

“Embarrassing.”

Victor steps away from him. Alexander removes his coat, folding it discreetly. He still wears his shirt, as unkempt and disheveled as it now appears. He does not see where Victor finds a handkerchief to wipe his hand into, but when he lifts his head to look at Victor, he is half-decent; his cock back in his trousers, though his belt undone.

He decides not to mention it.

“I will depart soon,” Alexander says. He regrets it immediately, but doesn’t show otherwise.

“Of course,” Victor says, likely with the same conviction. He hovers beneath the grand portrait of a familiar woman that Alexander does not meet the eye of. “Walk safely, Governor. It will be night, soon.”

“Thank you.”

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.

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.

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

ANON THIS IS AMAZING!!! It's well done, and it has so much character and uncertainty from Saburov!!! My god, you almost killed me from how good it was! Thank you so much for the story!

(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.

[I'm beyond amused by this one getting two fills immediately. Thank you to first filler for their lovely fic!]

***

He read about it once, when he was in school: some reproductive instinct that brought people together in times of unrest. Perhaps, Artemy thinks, that's what drives them into their frantic coupling.

The two of them are in his room at the Stillwater, Dankovsky above him with his back against the headboard and Artemy kneeling between his legs. Artemy kisses down his belly, pale and dusted with dark hair, and Dankovsky's thighs fall open for him.

“Go on,” he says, indulgent.

Artemy dips his fingers into him, then his tongue, lapping up the salt-sweet taste. Dankovsky moans and rocks against his mouth, one hand clutching Artemy's jaw and the other knotted in his hair.

"Deo gratias, Burakh, you have the mouth of an angel."

It all feels feverish and rushed; he doesn’t have time to touch Dankovsky as a lover, to learn his body as a lover might. Not that they are lovers, if Artemy can be forgiven for the things he calls the Bachelor when they’re in bed together. At least for the moment his mouth is full.

Dankovsky comes for the first time that night, his body going taut and then relaxing. When he crawls up to straddle Artemy's hips, Artemy can feel how wet he is, his cock slipping between his legs but not yet penetrating.

Eager as always, dear oynon.

Artemy reaches up to fondle his breast, circling a nipple with his thumb. The color is high in the Bachelor's cheeks; it reminds Artemy of a painted doll. He looks thoroughly debauched with his hair plastered to his forehead, and Artemy thinks about shoving him down and covering him with his body, taking him fast and rough.

"You like this?" Artemy says instead, his heartbeat roaring in his ears. He settles his hands on the tops of Dankovsky's thighs, rubbing at them.

"Quit groping me and let me get on with it," says Dankovsky.

He lowers himself onto Artemy's cock. His fingers drift absently below his stomach, as if he could feel Artemy from the outside. His gaze is slightly unfocused, and the corner of his mouth is turned down in what might be pain.

Artemy rolls his hips, seized with desire for him. "Going to fill you up, emshen."

Dankovsky sounds slightly out of breath. "I'm already quite full."

"Semantics. Think it'll catch?" He spans a hand over the Bachelor's belly. "You'd bear it well."

"And lose my trim waistline?"

"Don't need you trim," Artemy grunts, punctuating with a rough thrust that makes Dankovsky yelp. "Just good and heavy with my little ones--"

Dankovsky stops moving and frowns down at him. "Plural? I'm not like your cows, Burakh."

"They usually only have one at a time. Just like us. Do you know anything about livestock?"

"Mm, oh, not my subject."

It is remarkably easy to flip Dankovsky over and push his face into the pillow. Artemy fucks him open, holding his hips steady and plowing into him while Dankovsky shudders and makes muffled moaning noises.

His second orgasm is slow and strong, a tightening all over that Artemy feels in his cock, and it sends Artemy over the edge a moment later. When he comes, he buries himself to the hilt in Dankovsky's cunt. He's warm, Artemy thinks dazedly. His seed drips down the inside of Dankovsky's thigh when he pulls out, and Artemy fights the insane urge to put his fingers there instead and hold it inside him.

Dankovsky sits up, swaying slightly, looking like a complete mess. He slips a hand between his legs and swears.

"You came a lot."

"Sorry. Need a cloth?"

He flops back on the bed. "I don't think I can stand."

"Be still, then," says Artemy. He kisses Dankovsky's forehead, puts an arm around his waist and draws him close. "Rest, Danya."

***

"Well." Dankovsky pulls a glove back on and coughs into it.

"Right, I should get back to--"

"--very busy, perhaps you might--"

"Later?" says Artemy.

"...Until then."

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

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Pathologic Kink Meme!

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

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ANDREY GETS PUT IN HIS PLACE

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burakovsky, excessive c*m

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alexander saburov/victor kain, desk masturbation & frottage

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I want that twink obliterated

Make Peter see Stars

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FILL 2: burakovsky, excessive cum, breeding kink

Maria/Eva