Reborn! Anon Kink Meme!
The Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Kink Meme 3!
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The meme is now closed to requests. Please visit Kink Meme Four to post any prompts you think of. This meme is still open for commenting and filling requests.
You can find the list of unfilled prompts from the second kink meme here: Part 1/ Part 2. A list of filled requests from that meme is here if you want ( Read more... )
The handle left soon enough, and without a second’s warning, it was slipped past his waistband and ruthlessly shoved up his ass. Mukuro’s howl of pain could be heard for miles. He tried his best to retaliate, trying to shove Spade away with as much momentum he could gather using his body as possible, but it didn’t work. It wouldn’t, as Spade held him against the wall with a deadly grip- the knife still pointed against his back as his right hand pulled the wet plank of wood out. For one naïve moment Mukuro thought that would be it, that he would finally be allowed to die, but he was only to be proven wrong when a thick length of muscle slammed into him from behind. It was much thicker than the handle and this time instead of simply a howl, it was a scream.
The man behind could only smirk and carry on thrusting at a mad pace without leaving a second for Mukuro to get used to it. It was fun, anyway, to hear how much he could tear this boy apart. Piece by piece.
“Enjoying it?” Spade asked darkly. He was met with a slippery sound that sounded a lot like ‘fuck you’ and he laughed out loud, shaking his head. “No, I’m the one fucking you. Scream my name, Mukuro-kun, or else I’ll cut you apart and replace your organs with my own illusions, just like Chrome-chan. You’ll have to be mine forever.”
There was no reply.
“Scream my name.” The knife at his back drew blood.
So Mukuro did. It ripped itself out of his throat, and although it was incoherent with his gag on and laced with hatred, disgust and most of all- shame¬, Spade knew that it was the best he could draw out. For now. He was satisfied and pulled out wordlessly, and then re-zipped his pants, leaving Mukuro a shaking mess against the cold wall, his trousers pulled down ungraciously so that it revealed his ass, now red and abused. It was a shame neither of them could finish, but Spade knew that temporarily, his time was up. He couldn’t completely ignore the damn pocket watch, after all.
Spade turned around and began to head to the exit, but not before waving a hand in the air. Mukuro’s gag vanished, leaving the boy surprised- although he was too traumatized to care. Something else appeared instead and it drew out a sharp curse that seemed louder than it was in the empty hall. He was filled with something again, and despite it hurting in the first place, it sent shocks of arousal pulsing through his abused body. Did it just… vibrate?!
The smirking man threw a last look over his shoulder and simply settled for laughing as he walked out. The warehouse was sealed with his illusions, and after reporting back to Primo, he’d come back for dear Mukuro. A smooth, smiling replaced his rather ravenous expression before disappeared into thin air.
Well, at least he was better than Chrome.
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Really, really nice =)
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