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[windandwater]

... I DECLARE A DRABBLEWAR.

The rules are simple:

This post is open for a DRABBLEWAR against any all comers! No holds barred... any fandom, any characters, any situations, any ratings, IF YOU CAN DRABBLE IT YOU CAN DO IT. I, myself, am somewhat limited in the fandoms I can successfully drabble (f-fail), but don't let that stop YOU. I'll do my best to answer everyone!

AND TO MAKE IT MORE FUN: If you see a particularly enticing drabble by someone else, feel free to reply back with a drabble of your own. THAT'S RIGHT. This is like a free-for-all cage match! Tagteam with someone, lonewolf it, whatever! The whole point of this is to have fun. Pr0n is, of course, highly encouraged but not necessary. Drabbles can be any length you so desire.

DRABBLE UNTIL SOMEONE GIVES UP OR CAN'T DRABBLE ANYMORE.

Oh, and in your first comment/drabble, feel free to list things/pairings/fandoms you prefer, or situations that you don't. This is for fun and not to traumatize (unless you like that sort of thing).

GO GO GO!


P.S. moffit, I am looking to declare my superiority over you once again. R-REMATCH!


EDIT...

Going to bed now, but this post is staying up all weekend. Drabble at your leisure and I'll be back when I get online again. ^^

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[windandwater.livejournal.com]

It screamed.

Tears ran freely from its eyes, mouth open to take gasping, panting breathes between sobs and cries. It had never felt so good before, had never thought anything could ever be this good. But now the pleasure was taking a sharp-tinged edge of pain. But still it continued to rock, fucked itself on those thick vines and greedily took every scrap of pleasure it could despite the pain. It wanted to cum, had tried clawing at the vines wrapped around its hard red cock, but was denied. There was nothing left but the unceasing thrusts into its body.

Even deeper, and it threw back its head, a long wordless moan of pure desire and need falling from its lips.

The vines withdrew quickly and it nearly wept for the loss, but instead moaned again when it felt the long, thick and all-too warm and human length of cock fill its ass instead.

It managed to open its eyes, and drowned in a sea of pink.

[moffit.livejournal.com]

Marluxia looked down at the Replica with tenderness, the lie etched perfectly across his features.

"Belong to me, only me, and I will be yours in return." He murmured, then covered it's lips with his own, his tongue thrusting into its mouth possessively.

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

Tears sprang to its eyes again, its artifical Heart thudding painfully in its chest. It didn't know what this feeling was, but it liked it... wanted more. It wanted to belong and be possessed, wanted to not be left alone in the cold unused corners of lab until it had to fight.

"Please..." it managed to rasp, throat torn and abused from screams and cock and hopeful longing.

[moffit.livejournal.com]

Smile widening in satisfaction at the response, Marluxia shifted to thrust harder into the Replica. At the same time he raised his left hand to his mouth, biting down on fingertips and pulling leather away. With a gleam in his eye, Marluxia reached between them to wrap his bare hand around the Replica's cock lightly, the touch barely there as he caressed it.

"...what was that? I'm afraid I didn't hear you..."

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

"... please..." it whispered again, caught up in that border between pleasure and pain, desire and rejection; everything was all mixed up and it wasn't sure what it should do. It had never been in this sort of situation before. It had never ben asked for its opinion on anything. But here, this man -- Nobody that was he was -- was dangling this lovely temptation right in front of his grasp.

It closed its eyes, tried to breathe even as its body rocked with every persuassive thrust from Marluxia. It remembered the pains and tortures from Larxene, and it remembered the surprisingly warm arms of its creator. It struggled with itself, but the feel of bare fingertips skimming its cock had it gasping.

"Please! Lord Marluxia!"

[moffit.livejournal.com]

There. Without a doubt, the Replica was his.

Marluxia's grip tightened around it's cock to give the friction needed, his own thrust driving deep as he came a second time. The barest grunt left his lips and he continued to watch, drawing the boy's orgasm from him forcefully.

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

There was white light and heat and suddenly, it could not remember anything.

There was only feeling and pleasure and a delicious langour spreading through its veins. It was not aware that it had moaned and screamed, that it had climaxed so hard that white cum was splattered up its chest and next to match the thick fluid dripping from between its thighs. It dropped to the grass in an exhuasted and limbless sprawl, unable to do anything. It could die, and it would die happy.

Green eyes opened the barest slit, and soft and tender smile on its lips as it looked up at the one who had given him this wonderful experience.

[moffit.livejournal.com]

Marluxia returned the look as he pulled out carefully. He leaned down again to kiss the Replica more languidly than before, putting on the final touches of the illusion he'd crafted. When he finally pulled away, it was to turn his head to whisper in it's ear.

"This will be our little secret."

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

All it could do was nod, one hand coming up carefully, daring to run through the very tips of Marluxia's hair. It was soft... soft and gentle like raw silk, and it hoped that soon the rest of him would be that soft and gentle to it as well. A vague feeling and hope fluttered inside its chest. Here was its protector... strong and commanding, he would be the one that made the pain and hurting and lonliness stop.

It believed.

Because what else could it do?

[moffit.livejournal.com]

All the pieces of Marluxia's plan were lining up perfectly. He would use Vexen's own creation against him, a tool that would do his bidding without question, one that would tear apart the Organization from the inside, leaving him the victor. All it needed was a little training...

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

It was no more than a puppet or doll, its usefulness limited by its own powers and affinities. It cared not, because all that mattered was the approval of that one man, the one who gave him pleasure when it was good and punished it when it was bad. It struggled to please him, but soon there was nothing but pain and betrayal, no matter what it did.

And then it met a frail girl, all in white.

And a Real boy, exactly like him, but scared of the Dark.

And another boy, with eyes as blue as the summer skies and a Heart stronger than anything it had ever seen.

Toys could break... but only beings with Hearts could hate.