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Pathologic Kink Meme!
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
LINKS:
Pathologic Prompt Meme: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/825.html
Pathologic Round-Robin: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/654.html
Pathologic Kink Meme (nsfw): https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/1201.html
Contact me here if you have any questions!: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/1347.html
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
LINKS:
Pathologic Prompt Meme: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/825.html
Pathologic Round-Robin: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/654.html
Pathologic Kink Meme (nsfw): https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/1201.html
Contact me here if you have any questions!: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/1347.html
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FILL Daniil/Rubin
(Anonymous) 2020-04-17 02:29 am (UTC)(link)Rubin is not a man much given to indulgence, per se, and so Daniil does not kiss him near as often as he thinks about it. In truth the impulse takes him by surprise most of the time; putting away the equipment after an evening of work, Rubin’s tools gleaming under the light, or, later still, in his cramped apartment, somewhere between a minor disagreement on the technicalities of sample preservation and a digression on the mechanisms of postmortem informational transference — their bodies will brush, or their eyes will meet, and want will twist inside of him like a ribbon of heat.
In a way it resembles the restlessness that drives him to pace, or to tap his fingers on the closest convenient surface. There is no urgency tonight, no life-or-death sword to hang above their heads and give him purpose or direction, but still he walks circles around the worn kitchen table and feels Rubin’s frank and steady gaze on him while they talk, that impulse rising in him again. He lets it sit at the back of his throat for a while while they speak, turns it over, considering.
Then he thinks to hell with it, and adjusts his course. Rubin catches him before he can get all the way into his space, hand heavy across his shoulder.
Daniil pauses, starts to recalculate. Has he misstepped? But Rubin’s expression is guarded rather than angry. “You know this isn’t why I asked you to stay the night,” he says, and Daniil relaxes. Though Rubin’s hand remains on him there is no resistance when he leans forward, and in.
“I know you wouldn’t presume,” Daniil tells him, and then presumes himself, reaching out to tilt Rubin’s chin back a fraction. The man’s tall enough that even though he remains seated Daniil barely needs to bend to take his kiss — which he does, and thoroughly. They’ve not done this often enough for it to be familiar yet, but Rubin returns it after only a moment’s hesitation, as competent in his attentions as he is in other matters. Though he keeps his hands at his side, his teeth tug at Daniil’s lip when he pulls away, and the contrast leaves him even more wanting.
He is weighing the risks of going for a second kiss when Rubin makes the choice for him, pulling him closer. He puts more force into it this time, and Daniil doesn’t conceal his enjoyment of it, gasps softly against his mouth when he again feels a sting of teeth.
“Tell me what you want,” Rubin tells him when he lets go. From another man this might be a tease, or a dare, but from him it’s utilitarian, practical. Daniil appreciates it just the same, perhaps more. He presses his hip against Rubin’s side as he gives his answer the thought it is due, tugs at the ties of his shirt to keep his hands busy.
“I would like if you took me to bed,” he starts, and feels deeply pleased at the intent cast to Rubin’s face, the interest he sees simmering there, “but I’d like it even more if you had me here.”
Rubin makes a sound that could almost pass for a huff of laughter. Daniil represses the automatic bloom of self-doubt, eased in part by the way Rubin shifts in his seat, turning to fully face him. The hand at his shoulder drifts to his neck, fingers pull at the short hair at the back of his head, and he leans into the touch, the sting. After the things they’ve done Daniil trusts Rubin to not think ill of him if he acts too boldly, or asks for too much — and though he has not said yes yet, neither is he saying no.
“You want me to fuck you on the table,” Rubin states more than ask, but Daniil shakes his head. Lowers his lashes, pushes his luck and says: “Actually, dear colleague, I was thinking against the wall.”
A moment passes where Rubin gauges that idea. “The neighbours are never home,” he muses, and then stands. Daniil barely has the time to step back that already Rubin is hoisting him off his feet, only a grunt to acknowledge the effort, and then he finds himself atop the table, legs dangling from its side, Rubin tantalizingly close to him.
Well, Daniil thinks, I tried.
And really, he can’t complain. Rubin fits neatly between his parted knees; his coat falls open with a good tug on the fastenings, and Daniil would make short work of his tunic as well were he not distracted by Rubin’s mouth shaping a bruise on his throat, Rubin’s hand working the buckle of his belt. He drapes his arms over Rubin’s shoulders, lifts his hips so he can pull his pants out of the way, whines a little when Rubin lifts his head again without kissing him.
“Eager, aren’t you?”
Daniil, imperious, lifts his brow and pushes back against Rubin’s hand. “You seem to be enjoying this too.”
Rubin seems almost affronted to be accused of such a thing. There’s no judgement in Daniil’s tone, but his eyes drift to the side, and Daniil is content to let him have that escape so long as he is still being touched — and he is! One broad hand rucking up his shirt to run along his side, the other finally, finally slipping between his legs.
“In,” he says, and sighs when Rubin obeys, pushing a finger inside him. One knuckle, then the second, and past that — he moves slow but deep, in a manner that feels deliberate rather than out of worry or caution. Daniil feels how easily it slides in, how even the second finger finds him slick and yielding. He rocks his hip, angling for more, but Rubin holds him in place, maintains his pace.
Even when Daniil digs nails into the meat of his shoulder, pants and squirms in what he’s been told from reliable sources to be a very convincing sort of display, Rubin’s only response is to curl his fingers — three, now, and he can feel the stretch, the way pleasure coils and twists low in his belly. He’s never been on the end of Rubin’s scalpel and he knows this isn’t how it works, but still part of him wonders if that’s how it would feel, to be laid on the table and opened up throat to belly by those steady hands.
When was it exactly that he closed his eyes, or pressed his face into Rubin’s chest? He isn’t sure. He can hear the wet sounds of Rubin’s fingers fucking him, the way his body tenses around them, the small noises falling from his mouth as the palm of Rubin’s hand drags over his clit. Hazily he wonders if Rubin might just like to keep him suspended on the edge of almost-but-not-quite-enough forever — he thinks he might not mind. He’s never balked at pushing limits before, he doesn’t see why he should stop now.
But then Rubin slows. His voice rumbles in his chest. “All good, Bachelor?”
Given an inch, Daniil goes for the mile, and this has nothing to do at all with how the loss in stimulation almost made him whine. “I won’t be responsible for my actions if you don’t fuck me properly soon,” he says, and scowls when Rubin nudges him back enough to look at his face.
“You’ll have to work on your threats, Dankovsky,” he remarks, but he withdraws his hand. The sudden emptiness feels jarring, but there’s a rustle of cloth, Rubin’s hand at his mouth, wet and heady with his own scent. He bites down and Rubin laughs in earnest, a sight rare enough to stop Daniil in his tracks. Heedless, Rubin traces the line of his lip with his thumb and then moves away only to take hold of him by the waist and thigh, pull him to the edge of the table. He can feel Rubin’s cock now against him, reaches down to guide it inside, and oh it feels just perfect —
“Move,” he says, and Rubin says “Wait, hold on,” and lifts him from the table. Daniil has to grab onto him, shuddering as his own weight drives him down on Rubin’s cock. The apartment’s small; it’s only a few steps to the wall and Daniil is incredibly aware of each of them, how even though Rubin carries him with ease he can see the tension in his arms, feel each movement jostling through him.
His back hits the wall with a dull thud, finds it rough against his spine. Arm looped over Rubin’s shoulder, legs hooked behind him, his shoulders braced back, every adjustment keenly felt; he can hear the way Rubin’s breathing quicken whenever he shifts, and Daniil’s ready when he starts moving, even impatient.
Something about how big Rubin is, how boxed-in Daniil feels like this, half-folded, how easily handled — he should feel trapped but instead of panic there is just hunger, heat. He rocks his hips into Rubin’s, welcomes it, the stretch and fullness different than earlier, less measured but more deep. When he clenches down Rubin groans, and he likes the sound so much he does it again, chasing a repeat.
Now Rubin no longer pretends at gentleness. Certainly there’ll be bruises after this; Daniil thinks they might span from ass to hip, so tightly he is held, so broad Rubin’s hands. He presses his heel down to pull him closer, deeper, has to bite down on a moan or three as Rubin responds in consequence.
“I won’t break,” he says just to make sure there’s nothing holding Rubin back, but Rubin only grunts, says “I’m aware.” Daniil wants to kiss him again, but the angle is unwieldy. Instead he holds onto him tighter, and lets himself give in. Rubin fucks him into the wall, hard, and Daniil gets to hold on and just take it, a string of soft and needy sounds driven from his lungs, his back arching as the tension in him draws tight. It feels incredible. At the risk of sounding selfish, he could get used to it.
“Not much longer,” Rubin warns, his own voice strained, and Daniil is inordinately pleased at knowing he’s had this impact. He throws caution to the wind by loosening his hold to better grab at his shoulder, bend him down closer so he can nip at his mouth, steal at least a clumsy version of that kiss he wanted earlier.
“Inside, Rubin,” Daniil says, and Rubin frowns, asks “Are you sure?”, and Daniil nips at his again, sharper. He’s close, himself, so he again braves fate to take one of Rubin’s hand, tugs until he can guide it from his thigh to between his legs. He feels the shift in weight, how Rubin adjusts to carry him with the other arm, the wall supporting them, and he’s shamelessly loud when Rubin touches him, firm strokes over his clit, a few times dipping to tease where he’s still fucking into Daniil, and maybe it’s not too surprising that that’s what brings him to climax, the shiver of what if, the possibility of taking more.
He can’t find the breath to spur Rubin on like this, but his body does it for him, tensing and relaxing in waves, and he tightens his legs around Rubin, holds him inside until he can feel him shaking too.
Perhaps the most admirable thing in all this is that Rubin doesn’t simply let the both of them collapse to the ground after this, but that he has the fortitude to slowly step back and pry Daniil off, sets him back on his feet where he wobbles a little, a little sore and extremely pleased with himself. He luxuriates in the feeling while Rubin sets about cleaning them up, blinks up when offered a hand.
“You’re not staying here when there’s a perfectly serviceable bed.”
“I knew you to be indefatigable, but already, round two?” Daniil teases, and Rubin, who he is now discovering might be convinced to indulge sometimes after all, pulls him up, says “If you ask nicely, dear colleague, maybe next time.”
Re: FILL Daniil/Rubin
(Anonymous) 2020-04-17 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2020-04-17 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)i have many favorite lines in this, but i'll pick up out a few!
“I know you wouldn’t presume,” Daniil tells him, and then presumes himself
Even when Daniil digs nails into the meat of his shoulder, pants and squirms in what he’s been told from reliable sources to be a very convincing sort of display, Rubin’s only response is to curl his fingers
Something about how big Rubin is, how boxed-in Daniil feels like this, half-folded, how easily handled — he should feel trapped but instead of panic there is just hunger, heat
and then there's everything about daniil climaxing at the what if, and ... yeah. yeah, this is good. also? they're cute.
OP again
(Anonymous) 2020-04-17 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)He’s never been on the end of Rubin’s scalpel and he knows this isn’t how it works, but still part of him wonders if that’s how it would feel, to be laid on the table and opened up throat to belly by those steady hands.
thank you, anon, for the sexy vivisection imagery ... thank you for my rights ...
Re: OP again
(Anonymous) 2020-04-18 12:39 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL Daniil/Rubin
(Anonymous) 2020-04-18 01:51 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL Daniil/Rubin
(Anonymous) 2020-04-19 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)