Kingdom Hearts Kink Meme
KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME
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... )
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... )
Sometimes you know, but then you do not.
It's like the sepia flickers of rose-tinted little things; twined plastics and pleathers and heartstrings strummed in tarantella time against the enamel of his crooked bones;
Every rainsoaked atom screaming out blue murder to the rain; never got cold wearing nothing in the virtual snowstorms, so that's no excuse crawling in the dirt and dreams of little boys who are fooling themselves into thinking that they're worth something.
Every finger pressing steam against his crackling stardust bones, scratching rust onto his skin and pulling off streams of only dust; they tell him otherwise.
Like the dusk is not enough; because it isn't really, when you're ground so far into the grit you can smell the concrete roses; the shadows of his tormenting visitor cast trickles of dark dark dark laughter onto the dark dark dark pavements-
The rats scamper mockingly at his fingers, tearing and ripping at the skin with teeth made to swallow glass and break souls. Riku breathes in heavy gasps and breathes out the world in silent prose; and every breath fleets around strands of hair in spirals and flickers and magical things that he does not deserve to know of.
Axel casts smirks dancing over the pavements where the Shadows skulk in curious innocence, yet his face stays sombre; his body still save for his left hand, clenching crescents onto his bared palms in fists.
Where, Axel whispers to the unseen people observing; taunting in morbid fascination; and Riku trembles like he never has before, and every cell in his blood shivers like shooting stars and bursts in a flow of what makes him Xehanort.
Where is he, and this time there is a surge of pleasure and pain and deathly pale maggots writhing behind his eyes, and Axel's fingers closing in around his throat, clutching the chin between his thumb and index and forcing him down and down and deeper down until fuck, Riku just shuts his eyes tight and taut and lets the breeze carry him off to where the sand from all the windswept beaches go.
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The prints are still fresh on his throat the next day; grime and dirt and ricerust and five decayed strawberries rotting against the pristine crimson fruits streaming down his collarbone.
But Riku almost can't help it; it leaves him breathless, but he still finds it in him to laugh; and when he catches monochrome glimpses of the rainbow boy, wheatflower stems of hair and eyes that are forever shut; but he thinks if they were to open, they would be every blue there is- sky and baby and indigo and ocean and sapphire and even the sky in the shimmer of summershine sun.
And he laughs, and it almost hurts enough for him to stop; and when he does stop there are still precious seconds where Riku, the Riku inside him, feels like he is swallowing something particularly unpleasant, and it tastes like sour soul on a platter; but he laughs nonetheless and says to nobody but Nobody (but the sullen wintry air that you have never once felt cold enclosed),
Where indeed.
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Second filler anon is pretty late in, but once I found this it just wouldn't let me go.
Hope you enjoy, y'know?
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