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.

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Fill: Implied Artemy/Daniil, Masturbation, Internalised Shame

[(Anonymous)]

It was late enough at night that soon it would technically be morning. Artemy was hunched over the alembic in the workshop, preparing a few final brews for the day ahead. He was utterly alone. Sticky was off doing who knew what and had mumbled something about being back the next day for lunch. Artemy had long since given up trying to dictate the boy’s comings and goings. He’d merely pressed dried meat and a swevery-infused tincture into his hands and made him promise to stay away from any unsafe districts.

The work of brewing should have been soothing, the perfect way to lose himself and forget the tensions of the day. Instead, a familiar and deeply unwelcome restlessness was stirring in Artemy’s body. He’d tried pushing himself with his work, hoping the fatigue would smoother the heat rising from the pit of his stomach. But even with his vision nearly blurring with exhaustion, he couldn’t silence the demands of his body.

He stepped away from his workbench, mingled frustration and dread churning in his guts. Sleep would fix it. That was all he needed. And if his dreams were particularly vivid and… fruitful, well, he could hardly be blamed for what his body did while he was asleep. Artemy knew exactly what shape his dreams would take tonight. Accepting Dankovsky’s offer to sleep in his bed last night had been a mistake. The sheets had smelled of him and for the first few moments as he’d lain there, Artemy’s mind had whirled with half-formed fantasies about Dankovsky joining him. Fortunately, fatigue had won out and his sleep had been deep enough to prevent any embarrassing incidents.

Artemy removed his boots and then dragged his pants and undergarments down slowly over his hips, swallowing a grunt as the material slid torturously against his erection. He refused to look down at his bare body. Old teachings stirred in the depths of his memory. Pleasure and arousal were another facet of connection, a way of tangling your Lines with someone else’s. To use such things for one’s own gratification alone was seen as selfish and scorning the very purpose of the gift. Artemy wasn’t entirely convinced of the truth of that, but pleasuring himself was always tinged with a sense of doing something he shouldn’t. Easier to simply ignore the desire when circumstance prevented him from seeking connection with another. Like when he was in the middle of a plague and two of the town’s few doctors couldn’t afford distractions.

I’ve seen corpses prettier than you. The words rose unbidden in Artemy’s mind as he slipped beneath the covers of his bed and he shivered. It should have just been an insult, a way for Dankovsky to reassure himself that he wasn’t going soft after showing a hint of humanity in offering his bed. But his eyes and his tone had told a different story. His gaze had lingered on Artemy’s face like a caress and drifted down his body. The close scrutiny was eerily similar to the attention he’d given the vial of bull’s blood, but there was hunger in look he’d turned on Artemy and his words had carried an undercurrent of insinuation. That he was even considering Artemy’s relative prettiness was a revelation. Such things carried little importance in Artemy’s world, but he’d felt heat creeping up his neck all the same and he’d turned toward the bed to avoid letting his reaction show.

Artemy found that his hand had drifted down between his legs. The heel of his palm was pressing against his cock to relieve the ache. Slowly and deliberately he moved his hand away and gritted his teeth against the renewed throb of arousal. He gripped his pillow instead and faced the wall, resolutely shutting his eyes for sleep.

It didn’t work. He was tired enough that he could feel it like a building pressure behind his eye sockets, but his body was wound too tightly. His thighs tensed and relaxed in an effort not to thrust against the empty air. Or the bedcovers. Artemy’s hand went bloodless with the force of his grip on his pillow.

What if he’d been like this in Dankovsky’s bed? What if Dankovsky had seen him like this? Instead of discouraging his arousal the thought of Dankovsky noticing, or doing something about it, sent a fresh wave of heat rolling up his spine. He could almost feel a gloved hand brushing through his hair, down his shoulder, along his ribs. He bit back a groan. He wanted those cold brown eyes watching and all that intent curiosity focused solely on him.

Artemy’s hands where shaking with how tightly they were clenched. The arousal roaring through his body was almost painful now, but he couldn’t bring himself to reach down and actually touch himself like that. But if Dankovsky were here. If those deft fingers would only part his tense thighs or wrap around his cock…

Artemy shoved his pillow down and pressed it hard against his erection. The relief drew a ragged gasp from him and his hips rolled against the yielding surface. This was only about easing the ache, he wasn't going to, wasn’t…

His traitorous mind conjured up the feel of what it might be like to rut against Dankovsky. Hot flesh pressed against hot flesh, slick with sweat, the sound of Dankovsky panting his ear, moaning. The friction of cloth against his erection felt wretchedly good, but it wasn’t exactly convincing. Unless… Artemy swallowed against the sudden dryness in his mouth.

His mind wandered back to the idea of Dankovsky’s hands on his flesh, but this time the touch burned against his hip as Dankovsky directed him, encouraged the sharp, reluctant thrusts. He imagined Dankovsky’s voice, all precise capital vowels and that condescending edge. That’s it, keep going. A low groan escaped Artemy’s clenched jaw. I want you to feel good. Let me see you come undone.

Artemy’s breaths were loud and ragged to his own ears and he felt his heartbeat in every part of his body. The last threads of his self control snapped and flung himself face-down, clenched hand still buried in his pillow as he thrust against it, chasing the harsh friction as he imagined Dankovsky draped across his back. Those smirking lips pressing against the back of his neck, his shoulder, a careless or intentional scrape of teeth. He imagined crude suggestions and encouragements whispered in his ear. Dankovsky wouldn’t even understand Artemy’s hesitation and the ways the Kin looked down on self-pleasure. It would simply be an amusement to him.

Artemy shuddered as he spilled against the fabric of his pillow. The pleasure was a warm weight settling in his limbs. A wave of exhaustion washed over him, but even that felt strangely good in the wake of his climax. He flung his pillow off the bed, deciding he was tired enough to go without one for a few hours. Sleep stole over him, slowly and inexorably, and Artemy was sure that he’d dream.

Re: Fill: Implied Artemy/Daniil, Masturbation, Internalised Shame

[(Anonymous)]

oooh this is hot anon. i love artemy fantasizing about daniil's gloves...

Re: Fill: Implied Artemy/Daniil, Masturbation, Internalised Shame

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you very much! I'm really pleased you found this fill hot :)

Re: Fill: Implied Artemy/Daniil, Masturbation, Internalised Shame

[(Anonymous)]

this is so! good! i love the little bit of worldbuilding about physical pleasure as a means of crossing lines, and how that contributes to artemy’s sense of shame. his desire for daniil is so visceral, and his thoughts and fantasies about daniil are so vivid and perfect, and it’s all just beautifully done!

(i-i kind of want to write the sequel where daniil questions artemy about his fantasies and teases him. would that be okay?)

Re: Fill: Implied Artemy/Daniil, Masturbation, Internalised Shame

[(Anonymous)]

im not the filler BUT i am op and i would definitely love to see that

Re: Fill: Implied Artemy/Daniil, Masturbation, Internalised Shame

[(Anonymous)]

A!A here, thank you for the lovely comment! I’m glad the attraction and desire came across so vividly. I tend to lean into that for kinkmeme writing :) The idea of tangling lines was there partially for worldbuilding, and partially to fictionalise Artemy’s shame to reduce the bite for readers. I’m glad you found it interesting!

Also, yes, of course!! That is so flattering! I would love to read a sequel riffing off this fill.

Re: Fill: Implied Artemy/Daniil, Masturbation, Internalised Shame

[(Anonymous)]

PLEASE WRITE THIS OMG.....

Re: Fill: Implied Artemy/Daniil, Masturbation, Internalised Shame

[(Anonymous)]

HI IM OP and this was so good!!! artemy fantasizing about daniil's gloves... perfect. everything about this was amazing, thank you for the fill <3

Re: Fill: Implied Artemy/Daniil, Masturbation, Internalised Shame

[(Anonymous)]

Thanks OP, I’m so pleased you like it!! And thanks for the cool prompt, characters with hangups are so much fun to write.