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.

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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Mark/any, oral sex

[(Anonymous)]

Mark has very expressive lips.

Mark/Peter oral sex, 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Peter swallows his breath down the same way Mark does his own. The difference is that his hand is covering his mouth, while Mark is pointedly more occupied.

He’s bitten little red rings over his knuckles, scraping his teeth against his own skin with every deep plunge of his cock down into the depth of Mark’s throat. Peter allows a vulgar sound to lift from him as he drops his hand back to Mark’s head, placed firmly over his cock.

“I don’t—” he begins, but Mark’s throat is tight and feels damningly closed that he can’t choke his groan of absolute bliss for a moment, “—Don’t think that this counts— as efficient discussion.”

Mark gives him a half-lidded, mirthful look, as if he’s about to pop his mouth off the head of Peter’s cock and say something damning or licentious. Instead, he lolls his head to the side, pressing him against the soft curve of his cheek. Mark pushes his head forward, helping Peter lean farther into his throat.

Peter tries to curse, but his tongue can barely focus on his own words. With a wary gesture, Peter reaches to touch his wild ashen hair, pushing it back as an offering of good faith. It makes Mark grin. The way his mouth stretches around Peter feels good.

Mark does lean back, now, lifting his head and resting the curve of Peter’s cock on his bottom lip. Peter must think his eyes are blown wide.

“Whatever provides your full attention,” Mark says, curling his hand around the length of his cock to stroke it, lazily. The drag of his fingers and the roll of his thumb are dangerous and unfair. Peter feels his body alight like a spilled fire. He has not felt skin against his own in quite some time. Mark gives him his mouth once more.

His bed is cramped, covered in a too-thick blanket that doesn’t fit either of them well. Peter extends a leg out to rest down Mark’s back. All tentative, as if he will decide at a moment’s notice that Peter broke an unspoken rule and deprive him of his mouth. But he doesn’t leave him, instead curls a hand over his length and another against his bollocks, pressing and massaging with the pads of his fingers in the most unfair manner.

Peter’s breathing is uneven and searches for purchase. Mark pulls him far into his mouth again, with a warm inside and a vulgar pressure at the head of his cock being teased by his throat. The way Mark allows Peter to slide further in, until his lips press firm against his groin with a purposed pause, could kill him.

“Mercy,” Peter groans, like there is a coil unwinding inside him, relieved by the pressure.

Mark/Peter oral sex, 2/3

[(Anonymous)]

Mark pops his mouth off of his cock, just how Peter expected it to before. He feels a rush from root to tip, and he wonders if he will come. He’s dizzy with the pace of their affair his tormentor has chosen.

“Other men might beg for two or three mouths around them,” Mark says, with his hand once again replacing the pressure and relief, stroking over Peter with long, languid rolls of his wrist. “I’ve brought you down with one.”

“Yes,” Peter concedes, “you have.”

Mark keeps his head supported on his other fist, leaning against Peter’s thigh. “You may touch me. I won’t scold you.”

Peter’s hands runs back into Mark’s hair once more, gently scratching his scalp. As his expression eases to something more serene, he offers his mouth once more, tongue leading towards the head in an eager stroke. Peter wonders if Mark would allow him to pull on his half-disrobed scarf, or roll them over to press down. Maybe he would appreciate it, the expression of power; the gesture of initiative.

He experiments with a hand on the back of Mark’s head. Peter leads him down, as his eyes open and he watches Peter with the same curious glance as a beast below the ocean’s surface. He looks for that skill from before, leading that mouth farther down his cock until Mark’s throat distends and embraces him, a deep hum welcoming. He’s sure the man doesn’t breathe. He hasn’t sought for air once. Maybe he’ll let Peter warm his cock inside his throat.

Mark swallows around him. Peter’s hand, run through his hair, scratches Mark’s scalp with an errant twitch. The man dares to groan, however softly. He pulls himself free of Peter with a slow lift of his head that Peter wonders if he ought to lodge himself back inside from how Mark takes his time, just to teach him a lesson.

Mark leans up. Rests himself half on Peter’s body, half on his mattress. His hand is firm around his cock, stroking it up and down.

“You won’t take me,” Peter laments, slightly dizzy.

“Perhaps next time.” Mark leans closer. “Look at me.”

He responds, turning to look into his glass grey eyes, near hypnotic. Mark’s hand continues its roll and stroke up Peter’s cock, which aches from the diligent lavishing.

Mark kisses him with open eyes. Peter allows his tongue inside of his mouth, a selfish need to taste his own skin on his bedmate. He knows he allows his head to fall back and his eyes to close for a moment, as when he opens them, Mark is leaning over him. His hand works vigorously on his cock.

“I was unaware I could catch the calligrapher in the throes of passion,” he muses.

“Could only be by chance,” Peter replies. He feels his release in the base of his cock. Once again, he finds himself selfishly thinking of finishing down Mark’s throat.

“It feels deliberate. As if I could fall asleep now, and in my dreams, find us together, tangled and in union.” Mark rests his face in the curve of his neck, where throat meets shoulder. His breath is hot on his skin and makes Peter ache for more. “Maybe it’s a premonition.”

Peter laughs, but it’s without structure and strength; only airy humour, as Mark pulls on him to break his resolve. He realizes he wants to give more than just that, so long as he can be given more in return. He doesn’t smile. He lays his head back, holding on to the last of his resolve, as Mark’s grin allows his teeth to graze against the surface of his skin.

“My miracle worker,” he says, “You’re so alive.”

Mark/Peter oral sex, 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

He imagines him — though it has not been a pressing thought, but one coaxed forward with the way Mark tangles around him, coiled and binding, like a force that won’t let go, even when he is spent and tired — as an overwhelming force, everlasting and possessive, wound tight around his body with hidden claws and teeth to hold on with. Something to keep a hold of, binding and suffocating. Mark grips the base of his cock and kisses him again with the same open eyes, as an urging, a commanding force that brings Peter his release.

His groan drags through his throat, swallowed by Mark as his cock spills release against his stomach. His own breath is stolen, taken into Mark’s own lungs. He wonders, in his moment of agonizing release, if Mark has anything inside him, if he breathes him in through a black and shapeless void. Peter’s eyes fall open and stare at the cold white-blue, like cold overturned snow. He feels like he’s suffocating. One of his hands grips Mark, and he’s uncertain if it’s for purchase or reprieve.

Air fills his lungs when Mark pulls away. He feels Mark press his cheek against Peter’s throat. Maybe he’s listening to his pulse quicken. He breathes deep and desperate, distantly recognizing his hand being moved between their bodies. Mark’s clothes scrape against his legs as he adjusts their embrace, and presses the palm of Peter’s hand against his groin. Peter understands, even in his haze, and curls his hand around the firm shape to grant him the same need. Mark doesn’t betray himself with a jerk of his body, or a hungry sound in the back of his throat. He wonders if he feels such pleasure. He can’t at all be real.

Mark continues to drag Peter’s against him, laying across his body and with his mouth against his throat. He doesn’t groan, but he does hum something like a laugh through his smile.

“Exactly,” he says, and kisses Peter’s neck again. Peter turns his head away to offer it further, and continues to press his hand through Mark’s trousers.

He thinks about saying something, but he isn’t certain what. Maybe reflect that even Mark the Immortal is aroused like any other man. Perhaps question if he’d offer his body the way he asked of Peter’s. Possibly. Likely. Mark sighs a little harder, and wraps an arm around his shoulder. Is that his own release? Peter keeps his hand pressed between their bodies, uncertain.

He looks down his body. Mark is half on him, like he is caught mid-rut against his thigh and crushed hand. His own shirt has been pulled up, and the stain is unsightly. It may have been warmer if he had bothered to pull the covers down when Mark let him back into his bed. He feels as if he only just remembered he is human, and woke from the haze of existence in his own bed.

Mark slots against him like something you can mould with your hands. Peter couldn’t crawl away even if he wanted to.

Re: Mark/Peter oral sex, 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

This is excellent, just a stunning combination of unnerving and hot, like Mark’s lack of a need to breath and him giving Peter really, really good head. I also liked the detail of Mark kissing with eyes open. Peter’s image of Mark as a force more than a human being, coiling and overwhelming, is just perfect characterization for both of them.

Re: Mark/Peter oral sex, 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

(P.S. I forgot to say I’m OP.)

Re: Mark/Peter oral sex, 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

The hints of Mark's inhumanity are really great here and I especially like how that looks filtered through Peter's perspective. Peter's still analysing, assessing, in an artsy, philosophical kind of way, of course. At least, when he's not being overwhelmed by the sex. That was a really cool balance to strike between Peter's thoughts and Peter's involuntary responses. I also really liked the dialogue, it had that portentous, heavily implicit feel of the games. Great work!

Re: Mark/Peter oral sex, 1/?; Here's a vision

[(Anonymous)]

Re: Mark/Peter oral sex, 1/?; Here's a vision

[(Anonymous)]

Ooooh, an art fill! I really like the colours, they're very evocative of Mark, which is thematically appropriate. I also love the use of light and shadow, on the bed, and in particular the one cast by Peter's arm. The expressions are perfect too and really capture the dynamic. Great work!