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!

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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.

- 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...

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- 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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author's choice, gloves kink

[(Anonymous)]

there are a few characters with gloves as part of their outfit and personally i would like if they kept them *on* during sex. gloves in mouth? partner whining for more while being fingerfucked but they're not even getting skin contact? skys the limit

FILL: Daniil Dankovsky/Alexander Block

[(Anonymous)]

(double the glove kink, trans daniil intended but there’s no gendered language for genitalia)

They quickly undress themselves and each other, stripping off their affects — Daniil, undoing the red knot of his cravat, exposing the pale line of his throat, and Block, letting Daniil push off his red coat and insignia, shedding it like skin. Block starts to take off his gloves, but Daniil catches his wrist and stops him.

He kisses the palm of Block’s gloved hand, and though Block can scarcely feel it, he shudders at the consideration in Daniil’s dark eyes. He watches, as Daniil kisses up to the crease of Block’s fingers, and laves them with his tongue, taking in the taste of leather.

“Dankovsky,” Block says softly, wonderingly. “Daniil …”

Without breaking eye contact, Daniil draws Block’s fingers into his mouth — the sensation muffled, but the sight of it stirs him, the sight of Daniil so focused, so devoted. Block has longed all his life to lay that life down for some just and holy cause, but Daniil handles him like a holy relic, worshipping and reveling in just the touch of his hand. How can he help giving into it? Daniil suckles and swallows him in, and Block matches him with a stroking rhythm, dredging a moan from the well of Daniil’s throat.

That he feels, singing somehow through leather to skin, and into Block’s bones. When Daniil pulls back at last, teeth catching in the glove’s fingertips, Block finds himself breathing fast, like a hunted animal.

There’s pride in Daniil’s smile, and Block imagines there’s fondness, too. He leans in to kiss Daniil’s lips, and once again those lips part eagerly for him.

“Go on, Commander,” he murmurs, in their mingled breaths. “Touch me.”

“There’s ... no need to call me that,” says Block — steadily as he can when they’re this close.

“Sir, then?”

“Alexander.”

This time when Daniil smiles, Block feels the curve of it on his own skin. “Alexander,” he says. His voice is music. He kisses along Block’s jaw. He lifts Block’s hand to where it can slide open Daniil’s unbuttoned shirt, and though it isn’t skin-to-skin, Block marvels at the contact, at how Daniil arches to meet the pressure of his palm.

He longs to map the whole of the other man’s body beneath his fingertips, and Daniil allows him, encourages him, his kisses longer and deeper the more that Block touches him. He kisses hard enough to bruise at the join of neck and shoulder, and Block groans with it, fingers curling.

Between one kiss and the next, Block’s back hits the table, and Daniil urges him on to it by crawling into his lap. There he sits, naked except for his open shirt and glove-garters, with a gaze as intimate as a caress — and Block wonders what he’s done to deserve Bachelor Dankovsky, wonders what choices led them here.

“I’m lucky to have you,” he voices aloud, and some unfamiliar emotion flits over Daniil’s face. He’s seen Daniil weary and worried, simmering with cold fury, but never seen his eyes flash at a compliment, then flick away, as if to hide it. “Really, I am,” Block reaffirms. “I’ve admired you since we first met, and I never imagined you …”

Before he can say another word, Daniil snatches a kiss from him, feverish and hot. He drags open Block’s trousers, deliberately palming his arousal, and the next thought flies from Block’s mind as he gasps his next breath into Daniil’s mouth.

He understands what made Daniil arch for a glove’s seam against bare skin. He wants anything, everything Daniil can give, yet the touch is teasing and light — loosely, lazily circling and stroking, but never grasping long enough for Block to lose himself to, and even that is almost too much — it’s not nearly enough —

And Block never imagined it, never imagined they could be together like this, that he could be this close to anyone, that he could ever be more than a distant commander of men. The daring of Daniil thrills him, and the searching confidence of his touch, as though he’d already guessed how to take Block apart and is pleased to prove himself right. His fingers smooth over a sensitive spot, and when Block lets out a strangled, half-keening sound they slither their way back, leather dragging and deliberate over skin. He discovers just how to push Block to the edge, and hold him there.

“Please … please ...”

“Finish your thought,” Daniil prompts him, merciless. “Please what?”

Block reaches for him, for the crux of his legs, with the same glove Daniil had lavished and kissed. “May I?” he asks, voice breathy and rough. “Please?”

It isn’t the answer Daniil seems to expect. There’s that flickering look again, almost-shy, but he summons up a smirk at the end of it. “Would you really beg me for that?”

“I would. I want you … I want you to feel as I do ...” He wants to feel connected

“If that’s what you want … Alexander.” The name rings in the air.

The gloved finger feels tight, and Daniil feels tight around him, but it slides in easily and he knows why. Daniil’s breath catches, and he’s beautiful like this. His eyes, once so dark and intent, go momentarily hazy, and the light glints off of them.

“You can … give me … more than that …”

And so he does. A flush spreads from Daniil’s cheeks to his throat to the top of his shoulders. He bites his lip, but Block can hear the beginning of a whimper. “Is this good?” Block asks, watching, waiting to go deeper.

“Yes, yes,” Daniil answers. His thighs tremor around Block’s wrist. “Just … move.”

At first, he hesitates — it doesn’t seem possible, but Daniil’s body takes him so smoothly and when he tilts his fingers, Daniil shivers. He wishes he could feel it, feel more, but he feels the warmth of Daniil around him — feels Daniil pressing closer, quickening his pace — and any more would overwhelm him. It’s enough to chase the stuttering of Daniil’s hips, the sounds of his moans when he lets them loose at last. More than enough, and Block thinks he catches his name in the other man’s cries, Alexander, Aleksya, Sasha, ah, ah …

He follows those cries to their end, Daniil’s whole body tautening and trembling, head thrown back like some martyr, eyes wide and wild with revelation, and Block trembles, too.

Suddenly, Daniil removes his hand, and Block scarcely has time to feel the loss, before he snaps open his glove-garters behind Block’s back, and tears the gloves off with his teeth. He lays one naked palm on Block’s cheek and pulls him down for a drinking kiss. “Come for me,” he says, stroking Block again and harder, flesh on heated flesh. “You want it, you wanted me, don’t you? You wanted me, so show me —“

The words kindle something in him, some searing light sacred or profane, and it drives him shuddering over the edge.

With slow breaths, Block comes back to himself. If Daniil was beautiful before, he’s breathtaking now, the fervor gone and leaving him languid. Reluctantly, he begins to withdraw, but Block catches his hand and kisses the back of it.

Daniil’s lips part around a question, then close again. “You look satisfied with yourself,” he says.

“With you. Thank you.” Tender and careful, he twines their fingers together. “May I hold you, Daniil?”

“You don’t need to ask me for everything ... “ Daniil settles against his chest, a slight, but solid weight. “Go ahead.”

Block wraps his arms around him, and holds Daniil to his heart.

not OP but

[(Anonymous)]

ok first of all THANK YOU for the gloves kink... glove in mouth AND glove fucking... its like christmas............

i love how delicate/tentative? this is, daniil doing his best to dodge feelings, block's reverence... ach. this is lovely!!!

Re: not OP but

[(Anonymous)]

wait wait wait i thought this was a fill for the block/dankovsky prompt down the thread and am only now using my eyes for something other than rereading this fic.... i *AM* OP actually and i am overjoyed

Re: not OP but

[(Anonymous)]

twist!!!! you were the op in the mirror!

i’m a!a, thank you so much, i’m so glad you enjoyed it.

Re: FILL: Daniil Dankovsky/Alexander Block

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, this was great! Very convincing glove-kink with a lot of nice physical descriptors. Then there's some really interesting hints about the way Daniil views himself through Block's outside perspective.

Favourite line is "Block finds himself breathing fast, like a hunted animal." It's very evocative and has this lovely blend of something primal, but also kind of vulnerable. Just lovely use of language overall. Excellent work!

Re: FILL: Daniil Dankovsky/Alexander Block

[(Anonymous)]

a!a here, thank you! i'm relieved and delighted to know the glove-kink worked, and glad you got the little glimpses of daniil's self-image. daniil ... just let this man treat you right ...