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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.
AND THAT'S IT! Have fun! :D
LINKS:
Pathologic Prompt Meme: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/825.html
Pathologic Round-Robin: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/654.html
Pathologic Kink Meme (nsfw): https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/1201.html
Contact me here if you have any questions!: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/1347.html
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
LINKS:
Pathologic Prompt Meme: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/825.html
Pathologic Round-Robin: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/654.html
Pathologic Kink Meme (nsfw): https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/1201.html
Contact me here if you have any questions!: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/1347.html
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Re: Artemy/one of the Stamatins, Artemy as a nude model FILL
(Anonymous) 2020-09-05 01:30 am (UTC)(link)----------------------------
Artemy folded his pants and underwear, setting them in a pile with the rest of his clothing on Peter Stamatin’s floor. He tried to avoid the traces of paint and candlewax, but it was nearly impossible.
The architect himself was settling on a stool behind a large easel, fingers already black with charcoal. “Take a position whenever you’re ready,” he said, his voice a little distant with distraction.
A chair occupied one corner of the studio, covered in a stained blue sheet. Artemy seated himself on it in what he felt might be an interesting pose: arm propped up on the back, his head resting against his fist like he was contemplating something profound. He hadn’t been this aware of his body since he was a teenager and it was suddenly much too big for him. “How’s this?”
Peter glanced up briefly before going back to organizing himself, turning over used pages of his drawing pad. “That will do.” He raised the charcoal piece in a thin hand let it hang in the air as he considered Artemy, then put it to the page.
Artemy looked away to stare at the wall, breathing slowly as he settled into his position. The room was silent except for the ticking of the clock and the rasp of charcoal against paper. Goosebumps prickled up his bare arms. The room was a little too cold to be comfortable despite the fire in the stove. Maybe Peter had forgotten to put more fuel on?
“Alright, pick another pose.” Peter’s voice was sudden, almost too loud after the quiet of the last few minutes.
Artemy adjusted himself. He tried to remember the art he’d seen in the Capital and imitate that, but it felt unnatural. He glanced to Peter, who looked a bit skeptical, but he said nothing and started drawing again.
He wasn’t quite sure why he was here. Well, that wasn’t entirely true: it was because Peter wanted to practice anatomy and because he had offered to pay Artemy for his time. It seemed like easy money, how hard could sitting naked be, but now his nose was itching and one of his feet was going tingly, and there was something about the searching way Peter looked at him that made him want to cover himself.
Peter flipped the page with a loud rustle. “Another pose.”
Artemy shifted again, twisting his spine and positioning himself like an illustration he saw of a lounging woman on the cover of one of Lara’s books.
“Stop. I want to draw you, Burakh, not what you think art is.” Peter slid off his stool and walked over. He put a hand on his back, directing him to lean forward with his elbows resting on his knees. “This is how you sit, isn’t it?” His fingers slid down his back, leaving a prickle in their wake. “Is it comfortable? This will be a longer pose.”
“Ah, yes.”
Peter finally looked pleased with him as he examined his pose. “Perfect. You are just as fine a subject as I thought you would be.” He went back to sit at his drawing pad. “You’re simple. Honest, that is,” he corrected himself when Artemy gave him a sharp look. “It shows in your body, the way you carry yourself. There’s beauty in that.”
Heat crept up Artemy’s neck. “I see.”
They fell silent again and since there was nothing much else he could do, Artemy stared at the floor. Peter called him beautiful. Well, not him, exactly: some ambiguous quality that he possessed. Even so, something about it stuck in his chest, small and bright. It was very rare for someone to compliment his appearance beyond a perceived rugged masculinity, rarer still for them to call him beautiful. He can’t even remember the last time someone had said that.
There was a rustle of paper as Peter flipped the page on his drawing pad. Artemy took this as a signal that he could move. His spine cracked loudly as he stretched.
“I want you standing next,” Peter said, coming to his side. He put a hand under his arm and gently pulled Artemy to his feet. His hands were cold. Artemy has the absurd thought that he should warm them.
Peter took a step back, let Artemy find a comfortable posture. When he was settled, Peter adjusted him slightly, tilting his head and turning his torso to get a better angle. His fingers left smudges of charcoal on his skin, proof that Artemy had let himself be handled in such a vulnerable way. It felt strangely intimate.
Peter stepped around to his easel again. “Excellent,” he said, his voice soft and almost reverent as he took in the sight of him. “Such a striking form!” He sat down again and took up his charcoal. “I wish I was painting,” he continued, sweeping his arm across the paper and laying down the underlying structure of the drawing. “There’s such lively color on you.”
The comment made Artemy blush a deeper shade of red, but he dared not move. He had hoped that the flush wasn’t visible. Still, he thought that he might be able to regain control of himself until Peter began to speak again, the hint of a tease in his tone. “What beautiful cheekbones, such a lovely curve from the neck into the shoulder, the shape of your legs is so elegant…” His voice was so low that Artemy barely heard it, but he did and despite the obvious effect it had on him, he couldn’t quite decide how it made him feel. He wasn’t used to being scrutinized this way, and usually if someone was interested in his naked body, they would comment on his cock or his ass or his general build, not how his forearm tapers into his wrist then flares out at his hand.
He decided that he was embarrassed, mostly. Mostly. There was something else there too, tingling along his spine and twisting in his gut. He did his best to ignore where else sensation was nagging.
Paper rustled again, but when Artemy went to move, Peter said “wait.” The tap of shoes on the wooden floor indicated him standing and coming toward him. He wandered into Artemy’s field of view with the lazy comfort of a cat. “You’re enjoying this?”
“It’s fine,” Artemy replied, and he was very grateful that his voice came out steady.
Peter hummed, the ghost of a smile playing on his thin lips. His eyes travel down over Artemy’s body, coming to rest on Artemy’s groin. Artemy glanced down as well, dread settling heavy in his stomach. Sure enough, he was semi-hard. “I’m so sorry,” He said quickly, reaching down to cover himself.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed. You’re a wonderful subject, if unprofessional.” He stepped a bit closer. “What is it about our situation that excited you? You like being seen, or is it my appreciation that you find so titillating?”
Artemy opened his mouth, then shut it. How embarrassing would it be to admit it?
Peter waved his hand. “No matter. You may move, Burakh.”
Artemy turned away, trying to preserve what little of his dignity he had left. He was about to go put on his clothes when Peter laid a hand on his arm.
“Before you go,” he said, his voice clearer than Artemy had ever heard it. “I have an idea. May I touch you?”
He swallowed thickly. “You already are.”
Peter’s smile became a little more suggestive. “I mean…intimately.”
Artemy twitches under his hands. His heart pounded in his ears. “Could I touch you back?”
“I would like that.” Peter’s hand slid down toward his wrist, trailing smudges of charcoal. Carefully, he pulled his hand away from his groin, leaving Artemy exposed to his curious gaze. There was something odd about it and the way Peter’s fingers skated across his skin, exploring every contour of his body. It was like he could see something fundamental about his composition: not his Lines, something more geometric and esoteric. Artemy wondered what patterns the charcoal had left on his skin.
One hand reached up to cup Artemy’s jaw, bringing him down to meet Peter’s lips, while the other ghosted over his stomach. He didn’t touch his cock, not yet, just teased around it, following the lines of his muscle structure and tracing the scars. “So beautiful,” he murmured between kisses. “Such a fine man.”
“You’re a fine man yourself,” Artemy slid his hands under Peter’s coat. He could feel his ribs and spine and hips jutting from under his skin. So delicate. He reached down to palm him through his clothes, feeling a rush when the other man responded, rocking against him.
Peter kept teasing him, trailing kissed down his neck, nipping at his skin, finally applying more pressure when he brought his attention to Artemy’s chest. It wasn’t how Artemy usually wanted it: he liked things to feel more physical, to use or be used, but he was starting to understand the appeal of the flitting contact, the maddening promise of something more to come. Every touch was an electric spark prickling on his skin and leaving a reciprocal prickle in his gut. Soon, Peter had him squirming where he stood and desperately kissing him, chasing every scrap of contact he could get.
Peter smiled against his lips, then stepped away. He gestured toward the chair. “Sit down, Burakh.”
Artemy complied, leaning back and spreading his legs wide. The other man kneeled between them. With his distant precision, he licked his palm and wrapped his long fingers around his length. He watched him as he stoked him off, studying his expression and the subtle reactions of his body.
“You’re making me feel like an insect,” Artemy said even as he thrust shallowly into Peter’s hand.
“Forgive me: I find myself rather transfixed by you.” He rubbed his thumb on the underside of his head, drawing a gasp from his partner. “And I must confess, this is as much as an artistic exercise as it is a pleasurable one.” Then he ran his tongue along his length and took him into his mouth, effectively ending the conversation.
Artemy bit his lip, choking back a moan. Peter’s tongue explored him hungrily and his hand took care of what his mouth couldn’t accommodate. His other hand went into his own pants, pulling out his own dick to pleasure himself.
Artemy carded a hand through his dark hair, watching the way his cheeks hollowed and his cock disappeared down his throat. He was still very aware of his body, but not in an entirely awkward way. A few muscles in his legs twitched and his hands flexed and his hips pushed up in time with Peter’s attention. He could see the beauty in it aside from the eroticism, or at least he though he could. Art was never his specialty, and at this point, he was too distracted by the slick heat of Peter’s mouth to think straight.
As his vocal control crumbled, he tried to warn Peter of his impending orgasm. The other man pulled off him, pumping his cock until Artemy spilled over his stomach and chest.
Peter went back to working his own length. Determined to return the favor, Artemy put a hand on his arm and coaxes him to his feet. And with steady hands, he soon had Peter reaching his own climax.
Almost the moment he had recovered himself, Peter headed back over to his easel, softening dick still hanging out of his pants. When Artemy started to get up, he motioned emphatically with an insistent “stay there.”
Obediently, Artemy relaxed back into the chair. He felt rather debauched, lounging and covered with come, more so when Peter started capturing his likeness on paper.
Peter was quick with that drawing, took no more than five minutes before he tore it out of the drawing pad and started searching around in a drawer. “There are towels in the kitchen. Go clean yourself up.”
Artemy watched Peter’s back for a moment, then went to the kitchen. The intermittent sound of tearing paper filled the apartment behind him.
After he’d restored himself to something resembling presentable, he wandered back to Peter.
The walls were covered with Peter’s drawings of Artemy. They were rough and messy, had little in the way of detail, but there was something compelling in them. It was like Peter had distilled him down to what was essential and even though they were so simple, they were undeniably of him. He’d captured the way he favored one leg, added little nicks for scars, managed to portray the languid satisfaction he’d felt in the wake of his orgasm.
Artemy ran his hand along his jaw, not quite sure how to name the emotion swelling in his chest. They were so…
Peter came to his side, put a hand on the small of his back. “You see, old boy?” he said. “There’s beauty in it.”
Artemy nodded. “There is, isn’t there?”
Re: Artemy/one of the Stamatins, Artemy as a nude model FILL
(Anonymous) 2020-09-12 01:33 am (UTC)(link)God, it's everything I wanted. Artemy's awkwardness, Peter's reverence, vivid descriptions of things one may not typically find attractive but that are beautiful all the same. I love the sweet way they came together at the end. "Could I touch you back?" aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Thank you SO MUCH, anon!! I owe you my life
Re: Artemy/one of the Stamatins, Artemy as a nude model FILL
(Anonymous) 2020-09-12 01:34 am (UTC)(link)Re: Artemy/one of the Stamatins, Artemy as a nude model FILL
(Anonymous) 2020-09-16 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you so much!! It was a ton of fun to write. I’m so glad you liked it!