Pathologic Kink Meme!

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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.

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[FILL] Daniil/Andrey, gags (1/2)

[(Anonymous)]

It starts off because Andrey says, “You’d be cuter if you shut your mouth.” They’re about three drinks into the night, and Andrey’s found out Daniil is chatty when he drinks. Very, very chatty. “You tell everyone what a thinker you are, but here you sit, running your mouth.”

Daniil takes offense to it, but he’s not about to give Andrey the satisfaction of proving him wrong. “If it’s my silence you want,” he hisses, “Earn it. If you want me to shut up so badly, make me.” He was used to people only getting so far with him, losing their temper, losing their cool before they got around to actually making him be quiet. And he’s used to the request, used to ignoring it.

He is not used to men coming up and sticking their fingers in his mouth, pads of their fingers rough against his tongue. “Don’t test me, Bachelor,” Andrey growls, “Or I will.” His fingers taste of salt and twyrine. He’s not much impressed by the show of bravado, but he won’t pretend not to be interested in the way those fingers fill his mouth. Andrey keeps a wary eye on Daniil, and Daniil deliberately curls his tongue around those fingers, teasing them. And just when Andrey’s relaxed them, about to call Daniil a good boy, he bites down. “Jesus, fuck.”

Andrey retaliates with those same saliva-coated fingers on his coat, jerking him up and off the bar stool. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to bite, Danko?”

“Humilitas occidit superbiam, Stamatin,” he smirks back. “Don’t play with your food.”

“Oh, I won’t be eating you,” he snipes, but he is dragging Daniil up the stairs. He’s far more coordinated than anyone with that much twyrine in their system ought to be. Daniil’s not far gone enough, either, not enough to excuse his actions under the guise of being a drunken moron. He doesn’t get plastered these days, only buzzed, and the chill of the night air is enough to knock some sense into him. What he does, he does only out of pleasure.

“Are you walking me home, Andrey?” he teases. “That’s so thoughtful of you. But I should point out, the Stillwater’s in the other direction.”

“Keep talking, old boy. You won’t be able to soon.” His grip on Daniil’s wrist is strong, but loose enough Daniil could easily break out if he wanted to. The offer’s there, in the way Andrey’s fingers twitch against his skin.

But Daniil’s only pretending to be pulled along for the show of it. He lets his muscles go lax against Andrey’s direction. “That’s awfully cocky talk. Are you sure you’ll be able to back it up with action?” He doesn’t quite trip over the uneven stones in the road, but he uses the forward momentum to lean up against Andrey’s ear. “You wouldn’t be the first to fail to live up to expectation. Still want to move on?” Andrey responds by twisting his arm around his back and shoving him up against the wall. They’re not far now from his apartment, and Andrey’s teeth sting against his neck.

His lips part in the pain, left hand pressed into Andrey’s chest. He has, at long last, gone quiet. “Now there’s a good boy,” Andrey mumbles, but his praises sound like sarcasm. “Keep your mouth shut until we get to my place, and then keep it shut some more.”

Andrey’s “place” is actually not much farther, near enough that the Broken heart can be viewed outside its farthest window. The walk has only seemed unbearable in the anticipation. Daniil’s never minded a partner getting a little rough with him. If anything, he’s come to look forward to it.

And here he is now, standing with his hands in his pockets, ignoring the way his cock stirs as Andrey fishes around for something. “You haven’t changed a bit since university, you know that? One would think you’d have grown up by now, but you’re still living in a shadow, still living in the dark. The only difference is how you’ve cut your hair. You’re sill the same man you’ve always been. I guess that should be comforting.”

“You’re still a dick,” Andrey retorts.

“How witty. Is that the best you can come up with?” Andrey turns, items in hand, expression turned into a glower. He advances on Daniil, and jerks him back by the collar of his coat. Daniil gets the message, dropping his coat, but he’s not about to pass the opportunity by without comment. “What, have all words escaped you? What will the other Utopians think?” Andrey’s right hand presses to the front of his trousers and gropes him through the cloth. Daniil bucks against his hand, huffing.

He leans close to Daniil hand to mutter out, “Are we fucking, or not?” Daniil pushes against his palm, letting Andrey feel him up another moment before he presses his nose to Andrey’s ear, sets his fingers against Andrey’s stomach, shirt pulled up from his trousers. He doesn’t miss the way Andrey’s hips cant toward him, smirking.

“At the moment, I rather think we’re arguing.” Andrey lifts his hand and pushes him, sending him back to the bed. Daniil lets his legs fall open, admiring Andrey from where he lays on the bed. Andrey drops his own jacket to the floor and looks over Daniil, brows furrowed. “I thought you said you weren’t going to eat me, but you’re a predator circling prey.” For a moment, Daniil thinks Andrey’s going to kiss him, but he’s only getting close enough to flip Daniil onto his stomach.

[FILL] Daniil/Andrey, gags (2/2)

[(Anonymous)]

Andrey’s nails scrape and dig against Daniil’s skin as he tugs Daniil’s pants down to his thighs. He takes a moment, running his fingers down Daniil’s backside, before pulling away again. Daniil hears him uncapping a bottle and wiggles his hips, rubbing himself against the bedspread. Andrey grabs his hip with his left hand to hold him in place. “Do you think you can keep your mouth shut while I do this?”

It’s spoken with fingers trailing between his cheeks, trying to spread his thighs as much as his trousers will let him. This is Andrey’s way of saying he wants Daniil to continue, to test him. He waits until Andrey has pushed the tip of his finger into his hole to say, “Depends on how good you are.” Andrey scoffs, his finger pushing in rougher. Daniil relaxes his body, letting the digit past to start thrusting. His fingers curl in the sheets beneath him, running his tongue over his lips. “You’re getting soft, Andrey. Back in college you’d be in three fingers by now. Something happen to you?”

The mock concern earns him a second finger pushed in without warning, and Daniil grunts. He can imagine a self-satisfied smirk on Andrey’s face right now, and rocks his hips back against his hand. “I wasn’t sure if a prettyboy like you could take it,” Andrey says. “You’ve gotten posh over the years. Wouldn’t want to break you – you break it, you buy it, and I’m not paying for you.”

“You’ve been with too many women,” Daniil replies. Andrey’s fingers spread. His knuckles crack. “You think I’ll break just from this? Don’t make me laugh. I’ve had bigger.” Andrey’s fingers pull back, almost out of his ass, but it’s only to breach him with three on the next thrust in. “What, nothing to say to that, Stamatin?” Andrey huffs softly, turning his fingers and curling. Daniil tilts his hips, and rocks back on him. “Looking for my prostate? What a punishment! I’m so disheartened.” Andrey finds it, and Daniil gasps, mouth open, searching for some other words to tease him with.

“That’s a good boy,” Andrey chides, patting his hip. “No need for chitchat, just your noisy breathing.”

“As- as if that would stop me.” Daniil leans forward on his hands, Andrey’s fingers pulled almost out, and Andrey chases him, fingers spreading as they slide back in. “What are you afraid of, hm? That it won’t be your name I call out, or that I won’t hit my climax at all?”Andrey’s quiet for a moment, pulling his fingers free from Daniil’s body. “Don’t tell me that’s it? You’re going to give up so easily? And here I thought you were the tenacious sort –“

His words are cut off when Daniil feels his head being jerked up by his hair, Andrey’s fingers tight around the locks. His body hovers over Daniil’s back, his erection pressed to Daniil’s ass. A sort of sphere is pressed against his lips. He knows what this is, what it’s used for, his prick throbbing in excitement as it pushes past his lips to his teeth. “All your talk will ruin the mood, Danko.” He waits, fingers hesitant, until Daniil opens his mouth to let his teeth sink into the ball. Andrey’s oddly tender for a second, knuckle grazing Daniil’s cheek before he pulls back, fastening the gag around the back of his head.

Daniil’s forehead hits the bed as he waits, tongue stuck to the bottom of his mouth. He can’t see between his legs for the way his pants still hang around his thighs, only able to make out the shape of his cock against his stomach. Andrey grinds his clothed erection against Daniil’s thigh as he fiddles with the bottle. Daniil hears him messing around for a moment, hears the movement of his hand over his cock, and then feels Andrey rutting himself between his cheeks. “Might just have you like this,” he says. “It would serve you right. You’re always such a tease.” Daniil rocks back against him, and Andrey hums. “But on the other hand, having you quiet like this…”

Andrey angles himself, and Daniil’s body squeezes as he starts to push inside. He makes a noise against the gag, and Andrey stops. “What was that? Did you say something?” Daniil’s spit collects along the side of the ball, his fingers curled against the sheets. He lets out a muffled sound, and Andrey snorts. “Yeah.” He thrusts roughly, pushing himself in deeper, and Daniil feels the pressure like being split in two. “That’s what I thought.” Andrey works himself in through thrusts, pulling his hips back only to shove them forward again until his testicles hit Daniil’s backside. Daniil grunts against the ball in his mouth, and Andrey ignores him.

Past lovers would start out slow, work their way up to a decent speed. Not Andrey. Andrey squeezes Daniil’s hips once and starts, each jerk of his hips a long movement. Daniil’s forehead presses against the mattress, angling his hips up. Andrey sets a hand on his back to push him down farther and grunts, tips pushing hard against the fabric of Daniil’s vest. No grip is tight enough to bruise just yet, but he’s clearly aiming for it with the speed he uses. Andrey curls over Daniil’s back, and slides so deep he sends shivers up Daniil’s spine.

“I’d say I was right, but I can’t really see you from this angle.” Daniil grunts against the gag, and Andrey slides out, leaving him twitching. He pats Daniil’s side to get him to shift, lay down on his back. He pulls at Daniil’s shoes and pants until he’s bare against the bedspread. Andrey pushes his thighs up, setting Daniil’s knees on his shoulders as he realigns and thrusts back inside.
Sweat drips down the back of Daniil’s neck as Andrey’s hips snap, Daniil’s knees locking tightly into place. His legs ache, pushed up this far, his cock leaking against his stomach. Andrey bucks hard and his back arches, trying to gasp against the restraint and feeling saliva pool at the side of his mouth. “You do look better with your mouth filled,” Andrey teases. “You always have.” Daniil curls his fingers in the quilt, and Andrey hovers closer. “Look at you. Eyes shot, mouth open, hair tousled. Are those tears in your eyes?” They might be. Daniil is so close, so cramped up, aching jaw, aching legs. Andrey’s cock brushes something and Daniil jolts, body going tight around him.

His little whine is lost in the spit sliding down his throat, swallowing to keep from coughing. Daniil turns his head to the side and feels a trail of saliva running down his chin. His hips try to rock against Andrey’s, and the man above him leans in. Daniil feels the hand wrap around his cock and start to tug, body going tense. Andrey moves his hips a little farther up, and Daniil tries to shout around the ball in his mouth. His legs shake as Andrey strokes him out, dirtying his vest. Andrey swears, rolling his hips in quick and shallow movements, swearing under his breath as he comes apart.

Andrey’s still for only a moment before he pulls out, not affording Daniil the dignity of handing him his trousers and undergarments back. His hand moves around to the back of Daniil’s head, undoing the clasp that holds the gag in place. Daniil can only imagine the ball feels gross in hand, but Andrey doesn’t seem the least bit perturbed by it. He pats Daniil’s cheek and says, “See what being a good, quiet boy gets you?”

Daniil means to talk, means to bite back that his chatter is what got them here in the first place, but the soreness of his jaw and the exhaustion in his bones make it seem less worthy. His eyes flutter shut, letting his heartrate come down in the relative silence of the room around them. He can still hear Andrey moving about, feels his legs being lifted and a cloth wiping up the mess left behind. Andrey ruffles his hair when he clearly thinks Daniil is asleep, and mutters, “I was right. Cute.”