Kingdom Hearts Kink Meme
KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME
Indexed at kh-kinkmeme
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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 ( Read more... )
Indexed at kh-kinkmeme
and on delicious here
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 ( Read more... )
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They’re going to die tomorrow.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t be doing this. Sora has his girl at home, his girl that he gets letters from and writes letters to every day, his girl whose picture is tucked in his pocket over his heart. He’s not the kind of boy to want another girl, not when he has the one he loves waiting for him.
Riku doesn’t have a girl, or a boy, but she’s never been this kind of girl, the kind of girl to sleep with a boy just because. There’ve been boys who’ve wished she were, but she’s sent them on their way with a glare or a punch, depending on her mood. She’s not the kind to do this with another girl’s boy. She doesn’t want to make Sora’s Kairi, who she thinks she loves a little bit just from knowing how much Sora loves her, cry back home, across the channel so close and yet so very far away.
But they’re going to die tomorrow. The knowledge echoes in their blood like a chill wind. Tomorrow they go over the top. Tomorrow they die.
Riku thinks she should feel more frightened, more angry, more something than she does. She’s going to die; shouldn’t that mean something more to her than never going home? But deep down, she knows she joined up to get away from home, and dying means no one and nothing can ever send her back.
Tomorrow morning at dawn they die, but tonight they’re still alive, and that’s more potent than any liquor for spurring desire. They’re not just best friends, not just comrades in this war: they’re the last friendly faces they’re ever going to see, and this is the last night they have to live.
She hasn’t had a real bath in a month and her hair is more tan than silver with ground-in dirt, but she kisses him and he doesn’t pull away, leans closer, deeper into her mouth. Their kiss is a thing of chapped lips and blood and dirt, but beneath that is something sweet, a reminder that somewhere there is more to the world than dirt and noise and blood and rats.
Sora kisses her again, filled with a passion more for life itself than for Riku his best mate, as beautiful as he knows she is and as much as he loves her. Then they’re scrabbling at each other’s clothes, fumbling with buttons and sleeves, desperate to touch, to live, just once more and never again.
She marks his back with ragged fingernails as he thrusts into her, pounding her against the bunk. His mouth finds one of her breasts, and she moans breathily. They have to be quiet, have to be secretive, so Riku shoves her hand against her mouth to stifle the sounds she can’t keep from making as Sora drives into her harder. Her legs wrapped around him, she arches into him, trying not to scream as she convulses around him. He releases into her with a choking groan, and for a moment, in the afterglow, they might be anywhere, might be anyone, might be in love.
The moment passes. They clean up as best they can, as close to clean as they can get in the trenches, which isn’t very. It’s almost as though nothing happened. Except that Riku leans a little closer to Sora, Sora reaches a little more often for Riku. They lie together in one bunk, Riku’s breasts pressed against Sora’s back, and drift into a dream together despite the noise of the battery above.
Tomorrow at dawn they go over the top. Tomorrow at noon they are dead. And Kairi, waiting at home for her boy to come back, never has to know that before the dawn of the day he died he tucked a poppy into another girl’s hair, or that the flower found behind his ear white with dust was not placed there by his own hand.
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Oh god, that's both depressing and hot.
Talk about needing a tissue or two. Poor Sora and Riku and Kairi *sniffle*.
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I was listening to How It Ends by DeVotchKa and it would amaze you at how much it fits. the song is HERE
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