Pathologic Kink Meme!

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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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Re: alexander saburov/victor kain, desk masturbation & frottage

[(Anonymous)]

“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.

Re: alexander saburov/victor kain, desk masturbation & frottage

[(Anonymous)]

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.”

OP

[(Anonymous)]

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!