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.

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Artemy/Daniil being filled

[(Anonymous)]

I think Daniil should beg for Artemy to cum inside of him. Just lots of talk about being filled up by him, can be a bit possessive if you want, established relationship or not i dont care

Do not want: breeding kink
Don't mind: trans Daniil is totally ok

Artemy/Daniil being FILL-ed

[(Anonymous)]

a/n: sorry for the bad pun in the title. i know this turned partially into pillow-talk fic, and i sort of blacked out and wrote this all in one night, but i'm hoping it's what you were looking for, anon! i decided to write this with trans masc daniil.
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"Burakh, oh God -- God, please. Please," Dankovsky pants, spreading his legs wider around Artemy's hips to take his cock deeper inside of him. "I've wanted this -- you so damn badly, mn...!"

Artemy had no idea that Dankovsky would be so vocal in bed, and so enthusiastic. He perhaps uncharitably thought Dankovsky might have been a bit of a selfish lover, wanting his partner to do the work for him while lounging back. Instead, Artemy is having to keep up with the frantic pace Dankovsky has set, meeting the roll of his hips with thrusts upwards into the overwhelmingly warm, tight body above him.

"I-It must have been a while for you, yes?" Dankovsky asks, making short noises of exertion on every downward movement he makes. "You must be -- nngh -- so pent up..."

"I... Yeah. Yeah, I think," Artemy responds, dumbfounded and somewhat dazed at the sight of Dankovsky being so disheveled and reckless on his lap. He grips onto the Bachelor's hips tightly and relishes the feeling.

Dankovsky looks down at Artemy, face flushed and mouth in a slack smile. "Going to fill me, Burakh? Spend inside of me? I won't stop you -- not at all."

Artemy pulls Dankovsky down into a sloppy kiss, distracting him from working his hips, but Dankovsky's body clenches tightly around his cock in a way that feels nearly unreal. Artemy didn't really imagine their first time together being so impromptu and so desperate, but it felt right, taking the Bachelor and being taken in return like this. It's heat and it's pleasure and it's the culmination of weeks of dancing around the inevitable.

"If that's what you want, yes. God, yes."

Dankovsky could just about ask for just about anything and Artemy can't think of anything that would make him deny the Bachelor in that moment.

"I'm going to be the first, right?" Dankovsky asks against Artemy's lips, words pressured by his rapid breaths. "The first one you come inside like this?"

Artemy nods and Dankovsky's fingers flex on Artemy's chest as he shudders, starting to rock backwards onto Artemy's length in this new position. Dankovsky's slick mixed with Artemy's pre-cum has made quite the mess out of the inside of both of their thighs.

"Good." The words come out from Dankovsky's throat roughly. "You... You'll love it. Filling me, taking me -- ah! -- as all y-yours..."

The mental image of Dankovsky lying on his back, with his face, neck, and chest flushed red, his cunt still swollen with arousal and leaking with Artemy's own come is a sight that his mind deems as the most important thing he needs to make a reality. He grunts and pushes Dankovsky onto his back, who gasps at the second change in their position, which is replaced with a staccato litany of ah-ah-ah! as he throws his head back, hair a messy halo against the sheets and his hands gripping tightly onto Artemy's forearms.

"Still good?" Artemy manages to ask through his heavy breaths. He feels the telltale pressure settling around the base of his cock, but he wants to at least try to hold back and bring Dankovsky to orgasm before himself.

Dankovsky grits his teeth and nods rapidly, wrapping his legs around Artemy's waist and trying to pull him in as close as possible. Sweat rolls down Artemy's face and his back as he continues thrusting into Dankovsky's core, and he admires the way that Dankovsky's chest is heaving under his, dark chest hair on his pale skin poorly hiding how his blush had traveled down his neck to his sternum. He loves finally being able to look at the man beneath him, and wants to commit this moment to memory -- even if this is a one-time occurrence. He certainly hopes it isn't.

But the feeling of being too tightly wound is too much for Artemy, and he feels the need to warn Daniil, of the off chance the man had changed his mind within the short span of a few moments. "I-I'm going to come, Daniil...!"

"Inside. Please -- God, please come inside me," Dankovsky pleads, his eyes squeezed shut and his voice catching with his breath. "I need it, please, Artemy."

Artemy thrusts inside Dankovsky as deeply as he can, and spills inside of him, cock pulsing as he empties and his voice not allowing him to moan Dankovsky's name, despite him wanting to so badly. Dankovsky's sex tightens around him, and Artemy's hips jerk forward -- his orgasm lasting far longer than he thought possible.

"That's it... God, just like that..." Dankovsky groans, a deeply satisfied smile on his face, reaching down between his thighs to start rubbing roughly at his own swollen cock.

His walls spasm around Artemy; it's overstimulating and damn near painful with how sensitive he is, but Artemy doesn't want to stop. He starts thrusting again, a bit slower than before. The wet sound of his come and Dankovsky's slick being pushed inside the other man's cunt is obscene, but near divine at the same time.

Dankovsky must feel the same, as his body tenses and then shakes, back arching and chin pressing to his collar. Rather than moaning, Dankovsky comes with a hiss between his teeth that turns into a gasp. Artemy has to pull out for his own sake as Dankovsky's hips twitch upwards one, two, three times before he collapses limply onto the bed, chest rapidly rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath.

Artemy shifts himself backward and pulls out, resting on his heels despite the now-unignorable protesting from his knee to behold Dankovsky laying in post-coital bliss. The Bachelor had been right about having been pent up -- it's not as if Artemy had much time or thought to spare for himself since he'd gotten home in September; there was always something to do, something to see to, someone to take care of. It feels indulgent to drink in the sight of Bachelor Dankovsky looking so debauched, beautiful, and satisfied. Artemy can't help but feel an overwhelming fondness thud in his chest.

"What... Why are you so far away? Come back here," Dankovsky pants, reaching lazily towards Artemy, but not bothering to lift himself off the mattress. "I thought you were the romantic sort, and I'll be extremely cross with you if you don't live up to that expectation."

Once again, Artemy couldn't refuse the bachelor even if he tried, or hold back the short laugh that Dankovsky's wording evokes from him. He lies back down beside Dankovsky, collecting his smaller frame in his arms and pressing his lips to the side of his head.

"Better now?" he asks.

"Much," Dankovsky sighs, nosing against Artemy's chest and wrapping his arms around his middle. "I don't know about yourself, but I felt like this was long overdue."

"Which part? The part where I hold you or the part where I finish inside you?" Artemy earns a lazy swat at his back.

"The entire thing, you idiot," Dankovsky mumbles against his skin, but his words are devoid of any anger or even irritation.

Artemy strokes Dankovsky's black hair back, not minding the sweat it leaves on his hand. He kisses Dankovsky's head again and strokes down his spine lightly before settling his hand on Dankovsky's lower back; he likes seeing the hairs on his arms raise in response.

"It's hard to be the 'romantic sort' when you've got your face hidden like that."

"Well, you didn't say such vulgar things..."

"I'm saying what you were basically saying about a minute ago, Dankovsky."

"Daniil," Dankovsky corrects him. "I believe we've more than crossed the threshold for being on a first name basis."

"OK then, I was just saying what you were saying a minute ago, Daniil," Artemy repeats, not budging on the point.

Daniil turns so his cheek presses against Artemy's chest, faint stubble scratching lightly at his skin. "It would be cruel to hold me accountable for things I may or may not have said during that time, as I was emotionally compromised."

"'Emotionally compromised'?" Artemy asks, raising his eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Daniil huffs, traces of a scowl in his voice. "Don't taunt me, or we won't be doing this again."

"You'd want this again?"

"Don't be ridiculous, of course I would," Daniil responds quietly, tracing his fingers in lazy circles on Artemy's back. "It's not like I just ask for these things from just anybody."

Artemy impulsively reaches a hand down to slide between the coarse hair hiding Daniil's folds before slipping between them and rubbing two of his fingers across Daniil's cock lightly, earning him a sharp inhale from the Bachelor. He can feel his come on his fingers - still warm from being held inside Daniil's body. "Then is it too 'vulgar' to say I liked some of those 'things' you asked for?"

"Not if you keep doing that, no." Daniil shudders and his hand grabs at Artemy's back, his well-used sex trying to grip around Artemy's fingers involuntarily when he strokes between his folds, only for the digits to slide away back up to his cock.

Artemy leans down the best he can, trying to tempt the Bachelor into meeting him halfway and letting him kiss him properly. Daniil bares his neck to oblige, kissing him at languid pace that has Artemy feeling interest return and settle between his own legs.

"Give me a minute, and I'll fill you again, kheerkhen," he murmurs against Daniil's lips, taking great pride when he hears Daniil's breath catch in his chest again. Speaking in such an overtly sexual way to someone else feels somewhat foreign, but he's certain he'll get used to it, especially if he gets to practice while Daniil's hips twitch forward against his hand.

"Trying to spoil me are you?" asks Daniil, a wry smile on his face.

"Maybe, but you're not the only one who wants this."

As Artemy slides two fingers back inside of him, Daniil guides Artemy's head down to kiss the pleasured sounds out from between his lips.

Re: Artemy/Daniil being FILL-ed

[(Anonymous)]

OP here and wow thank you. This is perfect and exactly what I wanted. Thank you thank you!