Dissidia Kink Meme
UPON REQUEST
I think everyone knows the drill at this point but for the sake of redundancy:
1- Post your pairing (or threesome/moresome) along with a kink and any other specifications.
2- ...And hopefully a kind Anon will fulfill your prompt.
3- If your prompt does get filled, don't forget to drop your thanks!
Generally anything goes, but do note the ( Read more... )
I think everyone knows the drill at this point but for the sake of redundancy:
1- Post your pairing (or threesome/moresome) along with a kink and any other specifications.
2- ...And hopefully a kind Anon will fulfill your prompt.
3- If your prompt does get filled, don't forget to drop your thanks!
Generally anything goes, but do note the ( Read more... )
Preferably dark and a little angsty. :)
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Puppet
She’s just something to be used.
She doesn’t even have feelings.
If she bleeds she won’t cry. If she is hurt she will not feel it. If she dies then there will be nothing to mourn.
Why is this bothering him?
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A blank, glassy stare. “…..”
“Honestly, do you have nothing better to say?”
“………..”
“Forget I asked.”
Is there any point on wasting breath on this hollow doll? Of course not. This isn’t a girl, merely a weapon in the shape of a human. Of course she’s not even that. Human.
Neither is he.
For a moment a vision of Bran Bal’s cold laboratory and sterile glass containers dominates his mind. Needles poking into his skin, tubes filling his blood with flowing sustenance that feels more like poison seeping through, the unfeeling stares of his guardians as he drowns in amniotic fluid. His heart pounds in rebellion. He’s not an empty vessel. He’s not!
He seeks solace in his reflection but the chilling beauty staring back at him taunts his insecurities; could a face so perfect be carved by nature? Did some trick of fate land him with the most aesthetically charming genes? Were the gods just smiling upon him when he was born?
No. Because he was created. Not born.
It’s been a while since a doll has disturbed him this much.
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The clown is an overgrown child, carelessly hurling mayhem at anyone in his path.
The girl is an exception however.
It isn’t that Kefka cares for her. Oh no. She’s…special…
She’s the harlequin’s own personal plaything. He has his fun with her and then leaves to do his own thing, leaving her confused and alone. No one is allowed to touch her. No one is allowed to touch her and live that is.
Kuja observes from his vantage point that the god they are working for isn’t much different. He then shakes his head in disgust at associating himself with a soulless doll.
But it’s true.
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“Pathetic.”
Such unfaltering obedience makes him want to retch. It’s like a dog steadfastly wagging its tail, panting at the door for it’s master’s return.
‘Kefka doesn’t even need a leash,’ he notes, glaring at her sickening display of loyalty.
The girl has no willpower of her own; even without that spell she’d be blindly following orders without question, no doubt. Garland would’ve described her as ‘becoming of a Genome’. A perfect Angel of Death ( ... )
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What starts as a gentle reassurance breaks into something else entirely. The pace quickens---warm and tender kisses burst into hungry heated desire.
A flurry of crimson and lilac---
Trance is born of raw emotion: fear of a threat, despair over a loss or the forceful passion of rushing need. They are lust intensified.
Feathers rub rapidly against fur as power surges through their bodies. The slight, pale shells of their composed selves seem a world away from the forceful creatures they are now. These are their true selves---raw, unbridled and devastatingly fierce.
There is no dominance or submission. There are only two beings locked together in a fusion of will.
Two vessels brimming with life.
He doesn’t break this Terra. He can’t.
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Assured of her strength, they part ways.
Strength is essential for a rebellion.
But unfortunately, rebellion seldom ends well…
As Kuja begins to slink off, hurtful memories all he has left of his little brother’s trust, he decides to bite back. Kefka has hit him where it most hurts so he might as well return the favour.
“Your little puppet---Terra was it…? How is she doing?” he sneers. The harlequin’s growl tells him all he needs to know. Suddenly his mood has perked right up. “Oh never mind, it’s unlikely your enchantments will have faded. How silly of me to worry for you. Ridiculous.” That’s enough to shut him up. Satisfied, Kuja flies off with a wave, even though there’s much more where that came from.
If he truly wanted to crawl under that clown’s skin he could tell him just exactly how willingly Terra came to him. How she whimpered when he tried to push her away, how delightfully hard she clutched to his skin, how her hips thrust in rhythm with his. Oh to imagine the look on Kefka’s face ( ... )
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“Well you know how it goes, you love ‘em, they leave ya. Ah well.” Kefka cracks his knuckles apathetically---“You understand how it is, right, Kujie-coo?”
“Of course you do, after all IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT YOU FUCKING LITTLE DICK!” The clown screams directly into Kuja’s eardrums.
It’s a good thing Kuja’s unconscious. The purification process is still ongoing but it hasn’t ensured his security. Vengeful clowns with depraved schemes are rather difficult to avoid when the body is entirely helpless.
“Aw, now really, why am I raising my voice at you? Poor thing, it’s not as though you can remember any of this…” the coo of Kefka’s voice would be disturbing; the pawing of his hands through Kuja’s silky locks would be enough to make the Genome vomit with rage. “I guess you’ll just have to settle for what I tell you ( ... )
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That was really amazing. The way that you wrote it as a drabbles instead of one long fic gave it a really different sort of vibe that I really liked. It seemed to me like it started pretty angsty, then got more fluffy then slammed angst back on at the end, which I actually thought worked pretty well for this. Execellent job!
Also, LOVED the last one (and would not deter anyone from writing a graphic description of what comes next). ;)
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I'd be tempted to give that a go for creep value (plus I adore writing Keffers) but I'm not confident enough in my abilities to do it justice. Though maybe... who knows... :3
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I was the one who suggested this, and i LUUUVED IT SO MUCH. THANK YOUUU. *gives you millions of internets*
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Really I have you to thank for giving me a chance to exploit empathetic!Kuja to the moon and back getting me into this pairing. Though of course I am highly embarassed that I didn't deliver on the kink...unfortunately I fail before I even start on that front. And I told myself to take it up for the fluffy trance sex...
*bows and goes back to hiding*
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