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.

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Pathlogic 1 Artemy/Daniil/Pathologic 2 Artemy

[(Anonymous)]

Daniil (of either game! Your choice which one) gets sandwiched by two Artemys in his dreams, has the time of his life.

Bonus for any of them being trans! Have fun with it :)

Re: Pathlogic 1 Artemy/Daniil/Pathologic 2 Artemy

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Re: Pathlogic 1 Artemy/Daniil/Pathologic 2 Artemy

[(Anonymous)]

He knows it’s a dream from the tight hold on his hips, the lips pressed to his shoulder so the other man’s nose can rest in the crook of his neck. This is too pleasurable to be real life – not just as it stands right now, but ever. There’s no explanation for how he’s wound up with his vest open, shirt so loose that Burakh can reach a section of bare skin to rest on, but Daniil knows better than to look for logic in the inconceivable. His cravat is on the floor, and in the waking world he’s too fussy to let it simply crumple on the ground like that. Little touches that sell the fantasy.

Burakh’s hand is moving to his stomach, pushing up the fabric of his shirt to skim his fingers across Daniil’s navel. His touch is gentle, soft, but his hands themselves are rough from gloveless work. It makes the hair at the nape of Daniil’s neck stand on end to feel his touch against such sensitive skin, fingers pulling back to his waist once more. This Burakh is built the same as him, a secret shared between them both in the hazy early morning hospital shifts. He can feel the slope of his chest against his back when Burakh stands upright and curls his fingers under his vest to pull it down, and wonders what it might be like to turn in his arms and press against him.

This other Burakh, though, he doesn’t know. And he assumes it is a Burakh from the cut of his jaw, the color of his eyes and expression he wears as he comes to stand before Daniil and assess him. This one wears gloves, worn and black but clean nonetheless, a thinner leather than the ones Daniil usually sports. His hands are deliberate, working the rest of the buttons from Daniil’s shirt undone. The leather is warm on Daniil’s skin as he brushes the collar aside, letting the Burakh behind him roll it off Daniil’s arms. The Burakh in front lifts the hem of his binder, and the one behind curls his hands over Daniil’s breasts. His head drops to watch the gloves toy with his belt and remove it, Burakh dropping to his knees to kiss his stomach and pull his trousers down.

The one behind him lets go of his right, nails teasing as it moves down the curve of his stomach and under the waistband of his undergarments, settling between his legs. He starts to rub at his clitoris as the gloves pull the undergarments down and push his knees apart. It’s now he realizes how wet he is, air cold against him. With nowhere else to set his hands he rests them on the Haruspex’s shoulders, slipping down to a firm chest as he rises from the ground. The man behind him pulls his hand back up to rest on Daniil’s stomach and drops his head down to breathe hot against his neck, mouth open and teeth resting against the flesh. Daniil’s hands slide down to the belt in front of him, feeling a hand drop to massage his inner thigh. Burakh pulls his own underwear down to free his cock, and strokes it.

Daniil moves a hand down to rub his folds, feeling teeth sink into his shoulder as the Burakh before him sets his hands on his hips. He grinds his cock against Daniil’s stomach before his hands move to his ass, lifting his thigh up. Daniil hooks his leg around his waist and touches the tip of cock, pressing it to his entrance. Burakh puts a thumb on his folds to hold him open, and starts to sink in.

His head hits back into Burakh’s shoulder, mouth open. It’s been too long since he’s done this, his body squeezing at every inch pressing in. His heel presses into Burakh’s waist, encouraging his movement. He pushes in to the hilt, and moves his hand to replace his double’s, pulling Daniil up to have both legs wrapped around him. Daniil’s weight falls on the man behind him, one hand wrapped around his stomach and the other tightly squeezing a tit. Burakh’s hands are tight on his waist as he starts to move, slow and steady. Daniil’s hands move back to his shoulders, nails desperate to sink in and finding nothing. His open mouth lets out a whine, and the man behind him kisses his jaw, down to his throat.

The hand on his breast leaves, but Daniil has trouble focusing its movements with the way Burakh’s hips snap into his. He feels a movement against his back like the man behind him rummaging through his pockets, and hears a snap. The hand is now against his spine, and moving downwards, a slick finger sliding between his cheeks. He feels a pressure against his entrance, and gasps as a finger pushes through, noisy and wet into the air. The Burakh in front of him dips his head to bite his collarbone, thrust rough inside him. The finger in his hole pulls back before pressing forward, pushing in further.

“God,” Daniil breathes.

“No,” the Burakh in front of him replies, thrusting so hard Daniil’s chest bounces. “Just us, oynon.” A second finger presses against his entrance and pushes in. Daniil tries to bites his lip, but Burakh catches him and pulls back with his own teeth. His beard scratches against Daniil’s face, overloading his senses as his eyes close. Daniil wraps his arms around Burakh’s neck and lets his legs be spread farther.

The two mirror each other in movements, cock sliding out as fingers press in, fingers pulling back as hip meets hip. Burakh picks up the pace, grip on Daniil’s thighs tight as he thrusts. Daniil’s body seeks to curl around him, whimpering as a third finger presses inside him and spreads. He’s never known such pleasure before, and his body trembles in awe of it. A finger curls just right as it pulls back, and Burakh’s dick brushes an area that sends sparks shooting through his body, crying out as they move in tandem. He pants, feeling his orgasm building up in his stomach, listening to Burakh grunt as he drives into him until he topples, body clenching and shouting as he climaxes. Burakh digs his teeth in tight enough to draw blood, working his hips as he groans and Daniil feels him burst, pulsing in his body.

Burakh gently sets Daniil’s legs back down on the ground, cock slipping from between his legs. Daniil feels his cum seeping out, dripping down his thighs, and rests back. His legs are wobbly as he turns in the arms of the other Burakh, face pressed against his chest. His fingers pull out of his ass, and settle on his cheeks, steadying him. “You haven’t come,” Daniil mumbles. His hands fly to Burakh’s trousers, working them down his thighs.

“This is your dream,” he points out, but doesn’t stop Daniil from grabbing his arm and jerking him toward the bed. It’s a small little mat, Daniil has just noticed, supported on some boxes. He doesn’t think he’s ever been in this place before.

And Burakh goes, thighs spread, wet and cheeks flushed as Daniil kneels between them. “Yes,” Daniil says, “My dream. So it’s my rules, and I want to pleasure you.” He sets his palms on the inside of Burakh’s thighs and presses his face in, kissing up near his hip. He makes his way down, tongue dragging in the slick left between his legs. He moves up to Burakh’s sex, placing soft kisses along the line and pulling his lips away wet.

He doesn’t register the other Burakh moving behind him, not until he feels his prick settle in the cleft of his ass, rubbing against him. His cock slides between Daniil’s cheeks until Daniil tilts down to press his face further in to the other man’s cunt, hips lifting. He feels the head of Burkah’s dick pushing against his hole, and curls his fingers on the floor as he starts to press inside.

The man on the bed leans up, puts his fingers in Daniil’s hair and pushes the fringe out of the way. Daniil hums against his folds, tongue darting between them and sucking around his dick. He raises his right hand tentatively, mouth moving up the line of body hair to press a finger against his entrance. He can feel Burakh’s fingers shake against his hair and tug. He leans forward and flicks his tongue out to trace his lips, finger swallowed by the warmth of the Haruspex’s body. He feels his cunt grow wet again, thinking of another time and place where he could climb atop him and hold him down, listen to him thrash against the sheets. He places a second finger against his entrance and gasps as the man behind him fills him, testicles pressed against his skin.

The Burakh behind him does not take his ass as slowly as he had his pussy, and he finds himself moaning as he licks at the other’s folds. His fingers thrust with force, with speed, eyes opening and crossing to watch the man on the bed pant and lose composure. The sound his fingers make is lewd as they slide in and out, pressing a third alongside them and sucking his clit when he moans loudly. Burakh’s hips buck against his face and Daniil places his tongue flat against him to let him rub off, curling his fingers toward him and pulling. Burakh thrusts his hips against Daniil’s fingers and calls for him, walls squeezing as he nears his climax.

Behind him, Burakh’s hand reaches between his legs to rub his folds, pounding into him. Daniil moans, head going dizzy, fingers spreading in Burakh’s pussy as he gives a shout and starts to cum around his finger. Daniil keeps kissing at him as he comes, mouth working up into little whimpers as the man behind him grunts. He shouts when he feels teeth digging into his shoulder. Burakh shoves three fingers inside him and he squeezes, body working its way through a second orgasm. There’s a grunt, and a curse, and he feels Burakh still in his ass, filling him.

There are a few moments of breaths heavy as they all wind down, Burakh’s hands gentle on his hips as he pulls out. Daniil rests his head on the other’s lap, body going limp as cum spills down the back of his thighs. He feels lighter, somehow, even as Burakh leans up to look down at him. His fingers are so soft on Daniil’s cheek he can barely feel them, leaning down to –

Daniil jolts awake, heart racing, legs cramped, and wet between the legs.