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]

Demyx has two personalities. His carefree side and his viscious side. I want Viscious Demyx to be quite the slut against the wishes of his more carefree side.
We'll just call it...
Multiple Personality-self noncon-Demyx kink

[anonymous]

I do hope that I filled this the way you intended.This is my first attempt at something for this meme though I've lurked for a while to read it.

Demyx isn’t certain how he’s managed to get here again, fingers half buried up his own ass as he jerks in disgust. He wants to pull them out, to wipe them off and go play his sitar but that more vicious side of him purrs, demanding he be allowed to finish what he’s started. He supposes he should be grateful, as he lets that second personality take control again, trying not to mentally wince as he feels himself give a wanton moan as he starts fucking himself with his fingers again, though he’s in a far too awkward position to hit that little bundle of nerves that always makes his resolve break. He almost sighs in relief as the more vicious side abandons fingering himself, only to mentally scream and protest at the signs of a vibrator (when had he bought that?!) and lube appearing on the bed. The hand reaching for it stops, and he has control for the moment, struggling against his own

[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