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: Lara/Aspity: taking care - FILL Pt. 2

[(Anonymous)]

Her legs done, Aspity rearranged herself so that both legs were submerged, and her upper half rose above the water.

“You’re beautiful,” Lara said quietly in awe, and Aspity scoffed in response.

“No need to lie,” she said. “I’m well aware of what I look like, thank you.”

Lara shook her head, “I don’t mean to flatter you.”

“I’m used to your pity,” Aspity said, opening her eyes, “You needn’t waste it on me any longer. We’re both just looking for a fuck, aren’t we?”

Lara faltered, “I wasn’t.”

The weight of her words hung in the air, the admission to feeling, not just a simple protest.

“Look, I, I don’t mind if that’s all you want. I’m not quite so delicate as you think. But at least let me speak my mind, Aspity. At least let me tell you how beautiful you are, how much it means to me to finally know what you look like beneath that cloak and see you for who you really are.” Lara took a shaky breath. “Because even if it doesn’t mean anything to you, it does to me. Okay?”

Aspity looked lost for the first time since Lara had known her, since she’d first appeared in the town five years ago. The intensity about her face remained, but there was something else. Her brows crinkled together in the middle of her forehead and she was quiet, as if the cogs that spun in her head had ground to a halt.

“Is that...the first time someone’s said something like that to you?” Lara asked.

Aspity quickly turned away, “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Lara’s face quickly split into a grin, “I can’t believe this. You’re embarrassed. You, the most shameless person I’ve ever met, embarrassed a woman earnestly thinks you’re attractive.”

“Shut up,” she muttered.

Lara dipped the washcloth back into the warm water, having grown cold in the interim. She reached out once again and began to wash the woman’s broad shoulders.

“You’re so strong,” Lara said, scrubbing across her back. “I’ve thought often of how it would feel to be held by you, to be carried.”

She brought the rag further and further down Aspity’s back as she went, running it across the folds of fat along her sides. It was strange now to see that there was a form beneath the rectangular shape of her robe. Aspity was human underneath, full of soft curves and small points, the hard line of her jaw the same as her elbow and strong shoulders, yet contrasted with the swell of her breasts and stomach, dark hair scattered across her skin, the thin curved white lines crawling up her hips and chest that showed she’d grown, that she was a person.

It was almost overwhelming, and Lara’s heart brimmed over with affection. She abandoned the rag to the side of the tub once again and began to trace small patterns against Aspity’s back, fingers running lightly over the skin.

It was silent save for the occasional drip from the faucet and the sound of breathing. Once, Aspity let out a contented hum. Lara returned to washing, and Aspity turned back towards her, baring her chest. Ever so gently, Lara brushed the washcloth over Aspity’s breasts, and heard the sharp intake of air in response.

She washed over the woman’s rib cage, traveled lower over her stomach, but Aspity grabbed her wrist before she could move any lower.

“The water’s grown cold,” she said.

Lara froze, unsure of what she’d done wrong, but before she could respond, Aspity spoke again.

“Let’s move to the bedroom.”

Lara’s shoulders slumped with relief, and then she stood to help the other woman out of the tub. As Aspity toweled off, Lara collected their discarded clothes and folded them out of habit and was once again aware of how exposed she was. She moved to her room, different from the one Aspity had been staying in and took off her trousers there. Now they were even.

Aspity came in soon after, dry and smelling freshly of Lara’s soap. She moved swiftly to close the distance between them, tilted her face up and brought their lips together. Lara was surprised both at the gesture and the warmth of her mouth, for some reason she’d expected it to be cold as the words that most often came out of it. They kissed this way for a few minutes before Aspity walked forward and the backs of Lara’s knees hit the bed.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and Aspity climbed atop her lap, nipping now at her neck, the lobe of her ear, breath hot against her skin. Lara’s hand trailed down Aspity’s chest, palming her breast as her other hand dug into the woman’s short dark hair.

Lara wasn’t quiet during lovemaking, short gasps and moans falling from her lips with each touch of teeth to her skin. Aspity’s hands roamed down Lara’s torso, one stroking lightly at the sensitive skin of her lower abdomen, the other rubbing playfully over a dusky nipple, teasing it until it hardened.

Having moved on to heavy petting, Aspity pushed gently against Lara’s shoulders, and she leaned back onto the bed, Aspity fully on top of her now. Lara let her legs fall open without thinking, and Aspity’s hand moved down to caress her inner thighs. Her hips arched into the touch, and Aspity obliged.

There was a hunger in Aspity’s touch, not gentle nor teasing like lovers Lara had taken in the past. Some fluttered around the act in a display of preparation, waiting for the right moment. Others still were cruel in their love, making her cry out loudly with want before indulging. Aspity, however, had no notion of such things, and responded exactly as Lara wanted.

Each moan spurred the woman along, her fingers quickly finding Lara’s clit and rubbing against it, pressing harder as Lara shoved her hips up against the hand. Aspity’s fingers were rough and calloused, and they seemed to press so deliciously against her.

Lara got lost in the pleasure, already forgotten how often she was the giver, always sure to attend to her lover first. It had never been like this before, and she was wholly consumed by Aspity’s quick tempo, barely thinking as words fell from her lips, gentle cries between “like that” and “right there” and “don’t stop, please”.

She felt her toes curl and her muscles tense, shoulders pressing against the bed as her back arched up, a hand groping wildly for the other woman’s shoulder to anchor her, shaking as she came.

There was a moment before Lara fell limp against the bed, mind fuzzy.

“Mm,” she said eloquently.

“Mm indeed,” Aspity replied from above her. If Lara wasn’t mistaken, there was a tiny bit of fondness in her expression.

Aspity moved off the bed to kneel on the floor, head now level with Lara’s knees. Lara pushed herself up on her elbows, confused. The other woman leaned in, pressed a kiss against her thigh and Lara was struck with realization.

“Wait,” she said. “It’s your turn.”

The signature smirk was back. “Believe me, this is my turn,” Aspity said.

Though the two had argued before, Lara had to admit her heart wouldn’t be in this one. Who was she to deny Aspity, the stubborn woman made of clay and bone, from giving her pleasure? There would be other times, she hoped. So, Lara settled back against the bed, wove her fingers into Aspity’s hair as she drew closer, and relaxed.

Aspity sucked marks into her thighs, a free hand reaching up to hold her hip. Lara whined, and once again without deliberation Aspity moved closer, pressed her tongue up against Lara’s swollen clit.

She was positive she must be dripping, having already come with nothing inside, and the wet sound of Aspity’s tongue lapping against her slit was sinful. Once again, her hips rose, careful now as to not break the woman’s nose. Aspity followed, pressing her tongue against Lara’s entrance, fucking her shallowly with it.

Every touch seemed so sensitive, so raw, Lara’s fingers clenched the bedsheets with each new wave of feeling.

“I need,” she started, but cut herself off with a moan as Aspity sucked once more at her clit. “Please, Aspity, I need you inside me,”

Responsive as ever, Aspity pushed a finger inside gently as Lara rocked against it, eager to be filled. She begged for more and Aspity gave, as simple as that. Aspity crooked her fingers forward and Lara nearly shouted, overwhelmed by the feeling.

The sensation was delicious and inescapable, with each thrust of her hips Aspity’s fingers curled, mouth sucking firmly at her clit all the while. When a third finger pressed inside, Lara knew she’d be coming again soon. She could feel sweat trickling down her cheek, her hair sticking to her forehead, the fitted sheet growing wet against her back.

She writhed against the bed, shaking as she felt another orgasm coming. For a moment, Lara opened her eyes, looked down between her legs and saw Aspity looking back, face wet with slick, a look of devotion in her eyes. And then Lara was coming, her voice hoarse with overuse, her muscles fluttering around Aspity’s fingers as she fucked her slowly through it.

When Aspity first tried to remove her fingers Lara had stopped her, mumbled she liked the feeling. Instead Aspity traced patterns against Lara’s thigh with her free hand, an imitation of earlier that night in the bath. Lara reached down, placed her hand atop Aspity’s and held it.

“I like having you here,” she said, the first time either of them had addressed the subject out loud.

“You’re just lonely,” Aspity muttered.

“So are you,” Lara said quietly. “That’s why you’re still here, isn’t it?”

It was silent for a moment, Aspity finally slipping her fingers out and climbing up onto the bed.

“You don’t have to stay,” Lara said, uncomfortable in the silence. “The town’s mostly put back together now; we could get you situated somewhere. And, not to accuse you of having feelings, but I’ve lived alone a long time. I’ll be fine without you here.”

Aspity turned to face her and she looked completely unguarded, face still shining and wet. “I know. That’s not why I stayed,” she said.

“Aspity…” Lara breathed.

“Don’t say it.”

Lara couldn’t help it; she grinned, rolled over and pulled the woman down into an embrace. Aspity allowed herself to be held, and threw one bony leg over Lara’s, a small gesture of words that she might never say: she cared.

“Ah, we really should have done the bath second,” Lara sighed. “You’re all sweaty now.”

Aspity smirked, pressed her wet lips to Lara’s, “We’ll just have to take another one, then.”