RELEASE THE EVIL

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Kink Meme 2.0

Same rules as last time.

post a request anonymously with the pairing of your choice and a prompt/kink/what have you, fill requests that catch your eye!

- one request per comment!
- if you make a request, please try and fill one too!
- have fun!
- chat is full of terrible people!

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[anonymous]

ANON/ABRAXAS

HATESEX

STILL TECHNICALLY ANON FILL, LAWL - Destiny 1/???

[traceurmonitor]

Five hundred cycles. Five hundred cycles without the virus. Five hundred cycles for the memories of those dark times to fade. To let himself forget a little bit - Bostrum, Arjia, Radia… Gibson. To focus on something else. Because even with things the way they were, they still weren’t as bad as those days. He doubted they ever could be.

Five. Hundred. Cycles.

Five hundred cycles later and he was somewhere different, and the virus was back, and everything flooded back. He might have pretended to forget, but all of the data was still there, brilliantly clear like the sky on the station. You can’t just rid yourself of your first memories. Your first lightcycle ride, young and terrified as everything exploded around you. The first time you activated the mag mod on your disc and the experience of flight.

Your first real opponent.

He’d fought a few infected, before he met their maker. Their master. It had frightened him a little, not that he’d ever admit it because he’s not supposed to be that weak. But leaping in and stopping the virus

Destiny 2/???

[traceurmonitor]

It hadn’t been personal for him until that last moment, and he had perfect clarity of it. Corruption spreading along the ground in the Outlands, a jolt as Gibson’s lightcycle slammed into his (wishing he could scream at Gibson no, don’t do it) and he lost control. Scrambling out as it went over the cliff, to thankfully land on the road to Arjia. Knowing he was safe, in time to find Gibson. Killing Gibson and blinking back tears that he didn’t understand. Monitors don’t cry. Even for the ones that saved them. Twice.

It wasn’t just destiny, anymore. It was revenge.

“It’s time!” And the crackle of energy in the room made every hair stand on end. Without someone to stop him, he clashed with the virus again as Arjia was torn apart, grimly listening to the monster’s taunts in that harmonic ugly corrupted tone. “What chance does a glitch like you have against me? I am beyond what you can comprehend!” He had enough of a chance, and he knew enough. He’d dragged every scrap of data he could from the shards of the virus’s shattered disc. He

Destiny 3/3

[traceurmonitor]

He snatched his disc off of his back, holding it in guard position and pushing energy through it quickly. The shockwave shot the virus onto his back and the Monitor hit the ground, legs collapsing under him. He didn’t need the air, but he panted for a millicycle before getting to his feet and scrambling up the side of the building. The virus got to his feet, and they regarded each other - unmasked - for a few moments. I’ll be seeing you again.

And they did. Ambushing each other in alleys, in the dark, in garden districts. Tousling with their discs until they fell on each other properly, touches to the right spots decompiling bits of their clothing and armor - the cloak, a breastplate, a boot. The virus doing things to him that he didn’t know Programs could even do as circuitry was exposed. Things that made him moan and cry out and the name always on his lips was “Abraxas!” snarled in rage or lust and he wasn’t sure of the difference. And always the hurting, the liquid pain that shot through his circuits as he was pulled back onto the

[anonymous]

ERIDAN/SOLLUX

...ALSO HATESEX

[anonymous]

BRO/JACK

EVEN MORE HATESEX

[anonymous]

BLACK-TWO/NOBLE SIX

First for not hatesex?

[anonymous]

Jorge/Bonny

"Tang"