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!

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.

AND THAT'S IT! Have fun! :D

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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

Artemy/Peter 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

this prompt is SO big brained. i'm sorry for the delay i wanted to serve this way sooner. note: the word 'cunt' is used to refer to genitals

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Peter is long limbed and stretched from every one of his corners. And still, he sits on Artemy’s wide bed like he is out of place, trying to find the right way to lie down. He’s been here several nights before, now, and each time he chooses a different side of the bed to sit on, reaching for Artemy’s hands and pulling him in with an act of caution.

He isn’t a very nice man. His motions are polite, but not at all steady; Peter’s hands are wide over Artemy’s bare stomach, feeling the strong muscle and the softer skin around it, all while he fumbles with his pants to undress him quickly. Experience hidden below a deep fog that fills his mind. Artemy can see him admire his cock and the generous outline through his pants. He’d kill to see Peter’s mouth around it.

So he helps him, sliding his hand beneath his waistline, slipping his trousers down just enough that his underwear drags against the underside of his cock in a way that makes Artemy tingle. He grasps himself and strokes slow, and leads Peter forward with a hand on the back of his head. Peter looks up and gives himself up, mouth slack, parting with no restraint or resistance. It’s heavenly, just dragging the head of his cock on Peter’s tongue.

“There you go,” Artemy purrs, stroking his hair. Peter leans forward to take his cock into his mouth, leading with his tongue. Peter’s mouth is warm, with his slack jaw and the hum in the back of his throat. Artemy wants to kneel on his bed and lean forward, help Peter on to his back and take him a little further. Wants to see how his eyes brighten while keeping their lidded, sleepy look.

Peter’s hand moves to the underside of Artemy’s cock, stroking him with his thumb. He brings his hand up and pulls on the skin, gentle and calm, to drag his tongue over the slit and head. Artemy feels the rush of weakness inside him, shooting down into his legs. In response, he runs his fingers back through Peter’s hair again and gathers it up, pulled behind his ears and held in one broad hand. Artemy guides him farther down his cock, his other hand finding Peter’s cheek to touch. He does not pull Peter with grace or patience but is met with such in return, as Peter’s throat takes him, slowly.

With his hair out of his eyes, Peter looks up. He’s hunched forward to angle himself properly for Artemy, but he still angles his head back as much as his neck can allow him. He wants to keep that kind of look on him.

But - Artemy pulls Peter’s mouth from his cock, kneels forward on his mattress, and guides Peter to his back. Peter understands and lays his arms up above his head, hair and head still gathered in Artemy’s hands, lips ajar. He looks tired and languid and still watches him with maintained experience, welcoming Artemy back into his throat when he kneels over his chest and guides his cock back into Peter’s waiting mouth.

It’s very warm. The angle is so much better. Artemy has to hold himself back from just sinking to the root, testing if Peter could take him so quickly. He keeps Peter’s head supported with one of his hands, the other resting above in the bed to keep Artemy held up. Peter moves his head as best he can, servicing Artemy with his tongue more insistently. He hums; he breathes audibly. It feels good.

Artemy says something, but it is idle praise. He tests Peter’s limit and angles his hips down, welcoming Peter against his stomach, mouth to hilt. The sound that comes from Peter’s throat is divine, something like gagging that soon becomes an invigorated gasp for air. Peter looks up at him, hungry. He gives Artemy a pinch on his thigh that he recognizes, and with great regret, Artemy pulls his cock from Peter’s throat.

He doesn’t waste time drawing down his body, stepping free from his trousers and joining Peter in complete nudity.. Peter’s hips are easy to lift and slot against his own, moving between his legs to slowly press the head of his cock into him. The way Peter holds himself up with his legs wrapped tight around Artemy’s hips gives him the confidence to drag his hand from Peter’s hip to between his legs, pressing his thumb against the skin and spreading him open, wider for his cock. He can see Peter’s eyes roll back in a rare moment of vulnerable surprise, but the tension rolls out of him as Artemy presses farther inside.

Re: Artemy/Peter 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

He already knows he doesn’t have to wait and adjust for Peter. Artemy grabs his leg and works him open, a knee on the edge of the mattress to give him a better angle. He pulls Peter’s body in and shudders at the quiet sound he makes, all breath and sighs and not much for words. Artemy already knows who makes the most noise out of the two of them; it is Artemy himself, as he starts to lean forward, support Peter on his thigh, then on the bed, finding just how far he can bend him back.

Far, it seems. Peter’s arms find Artemy’s shoulders, and he tugs him closer as Artemy grinds down his hips to fuck him harder. The slow pace that Peter embraces him rivals the sharp movement of Artemy’s hips, providing him a place to lower his head and grunt, gasp, and groan. Artemy hangs his head over Peter and listens to him breathe sharp, yet quiet, as if he’s keeping silent to hear Artemy’s own snarl.

Artemy gets his hands under Peter’s thighs and pulls him up. The sound of surprise as his cock sinks to the hilt inside Peter is enough to make Artemy’s head swim.

Peter’s blunted nails feel sharp in his back. He drags him in and Artemy services him, rocking his hips like he can’t catch the wrong pace, holding Peter open at just, just the right angle. Artemy drags Peter against him for just a moment, providing the full swell of his cock, and he breaks the veneer of his silent breathing to hear Peter yelp.

His own fingers bend, gripping his thighs just enough to ache. Artemy drops a hand down into the bed to catch himself, give himself just the right angle to hit him harder, harder, the right, right spot, the kind that makes Peter clench down around him as if he’s keeping him in there. Artemy fills his lungs with a hard breath and, with one last press of his cock inside of him, pulls out, the hand on the bed reaching for his cock to help his release down on to Peter’s body.

The absence comes as a shock. Peter grabs Artemy’s other hand, which makes him fall the short distance to the bed after he yanks it free, and presses his warm fingers against his well worn cunt. Artemy fills him with his fingers, slipping in as easy as he had with his cock, pressing his thumb right against his swollen clit. Peter’s hand remains over him, as if he is guiding Artemy into him, curling inside and helping him find the fall, and when it hits him he draws Artemy deep into him, until his knuckles drag against his hair.

Artemy is breathing harder than Peter, keeping himself inside with the torment of his thumb. Peter looks good when he falls open like this. If they were in a better position to excuse it, he’d lay down next to him, still inside. Peter clenches hard against Artemy, once again finally finding it in him to groan louder than the rest. Artemy circles his clit with his thumb through Peter’s orgasm, watching his eyes squeeze shut and shoot open in his throes.

When it is just them, and their two bodies, Peter seems to fall to quick peace once more, closing his eyes and breathing slowly once more. Artemy looks to the mess he made over his stomach, and resists the compulsion to cough.

“You - need me to get you-?”

“No… I’m fine.”

Peter drags himself back with his arms, sitting up. There are streaks of Artemy down his stomach, and when he sits up, it settles down between his legs. Artemy looks away, becoming too aware of their evening.

“I’ll be back,” Artemy murmurs, stepping from the bed, grabbing his trousers off the floor as he walks to the washroom.

“I’ll be here,” Peter says quietly, rolling his head back into a dream.

Re: Artemy/Peter 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

I really liked the tone of this fill. There was a dream-like quality to it that suits anything involving Peter, but I particularly like that, strangely enough, it's coming through so strongly in Artemy's POV. I also liked how richly detailed the physical aspects of this piece were. There's a lot of emphasis on sensation and reaction and bodies, but it still feels... idk, tasteful? It's just very well written. I had a lot of fun with this exploration of a cool rare-pair. Thanks for sharing!