KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME
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here Rules:
1. Post a pairing plus a kink.
1a. One request per comment.
1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that
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Riku shuddered at the words, and the slight pressure against his asshole made him want to throw up. He thought on the Replica’s advice - someone else - but there was no one, and then it was too late. He screamed as the other entered him roughly, and his stomach turned. “Stop,” he yelled, wishing that he could only see as the Replica pulled out - went back - started up a quick, rough pace that left Riku clinging to the iron bars, and biting down on his own lip. The pain wasn’t getting any less, and though his body reacted weakly, the Replica didn’t bother to exploit that.
The little freak was panting, leaning forward while still inside to bite Riku’s bent shoulders and neck, and to trail his ungloved hands over the original’s body - a body that the Replica knew perfectly. It was his, after all. “I could make you like it,” he whispered, playing with Riku’s nipple just to hear the other moan - proving the point, in his mind. “But why should I?”
The Real Thing couldn’t answer. He just shook with frustration and kept up his futile attempt at escaping his bonds.
The Replica was pretty sure the boy was crying. Good. He couldn’t cry. Hadn’t been able to, not even when his memories were torn apart.
He moved back up, settled his hands on the boy’s waist, and thrust in again. Again, and again - but it wasn’t enough. So he pulled out, still hard. His dick was aching, but this would be worth it. He undid the belt, grinning at how the other’s wrists were raw and red. Riku had no chance of escape, because the Replica had caught both his arms, holding tight enough to leave bruises. The clone stood in front of the Real Thing, and pulled him onto his knees. One hand let go to grab onto and force the other’s chin up - if he hadn’t been blindfolded, Riku would have seen his Replica’s gleeful, smirking face. But he knew what was coming, this time, and he was suddenly glad that he couldn’t see.
“I won’t,” he said, trying to keep his voice even, trying to retain some dignity, trying to keep tears from slipping from his eyes. He failed on all counts, and the Replica laughed at him.
“Open your mouth,” the bastard said, sweetly. And when Riku didn’t, it squeezed his jaw tight, and forced it open. “You bite,” it warned, “I’ll kill you. And then I’ll pretend to be you. Got it?”
The Real Thing must have understood, because there was nothing like teeth. He even tried, hesitantly, to use his mouth the way it should be used. The Replica giggled, couldn’t help it. “You’ve never done this, have you? You’re cute.”
He had buried both hands in the silvery hair, and now he used the leverage to fuck the boy’s mouth. Riku couldn’t see, and hadn’t been ready…and he choked on the damn thing’s dick, couldn’t breathe as it shoved it’s length in and out of his mouth. It was moaning, the fucking freak, it was getting off on this and then - it pulled out, cumming as it did, and shooting jizz on Riku’s face.
Riku felt the stuff, but couldn’t process that last humiliation. He fell against the gate weakly as the Replica moved away, and barely heard it saying, triumphantly, that Riku shouldn’t try to miss him too much.
He didn’t answer. He couldn’t move, could barely summon the energy to call the dark clothes back to him. And the worst was, he could hear Ansem, laughing at him, calling him a little whore…promising that, if Riku dared go after him, it would all happen again.
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