Kingdom Hearts Kink Meme

[kokanshu]

KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME

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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

Comments

[anonymous]

He’s so wrapped up in the music he doesn’t realize the other him has broken free of the mental restraints again until it’s too late. He’s shoved into the passenger seat as this other him sends the sitar away and searches for clothing items he doesn’t remember buying at all. A dress, stockings, underware he’s certain belonged to Larxene at one point. And then it’s out the door, on the hunt for anyone whose willing to fuck him, much to his screams and mental struggles he can’t regain control. The other him is smirking at him, doing a great job at mimicking his carefree attitude as he makes his way to the commons, murmuring that they’re going to get laid as he moves into the room and finds his target, Vexen tonight. Gods, the man doesn’t even like him, and so he can’t express enough horror to that other version of himself as they walk up to the academic who, living up to his title of the Chilly Academic, demands he be left in peace. This is of course before he looks up and catches sight of that false Demyx’s outfit.

He wants to scream, to shout, to try and claw his way away from Vexen as IV reaches out and pulls him onto his lap, that other him smirking mentally and leaning in to kiss the man. He bites at IV’s lips, and gets slapped as a result, and a remark that little girls shouldn’t do that. He sobs a little inside, clawing at the walls of his mental cage, wanting out. He needs to be in control, to play this off. Instead his body and that vicious, not-him simple moans as IV’s hand slides over that traitorous organ between his legs that has hardened just from the other him and his mental image of all the things he intends to do tonight. It’s much later that he lays in bed, sobbing and curled in on himself as he swears it won’t happen again, he’ll stay in charge of his own body, that other personality, the other him, will stay away. He’s sore from everything the other him has done, and more than a bit broken as he curls in on himself and finally drops off to sleep. It’s all lies he knows, and that’s why he knows he’ll wake up screaming, fingers half up his ass again, ready to repeat it all over again.