Kingdom Hearts Kink Meme
KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME
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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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She has them all, eventually. Each and every one.
It isn't that she'd planned for it... well, not exactly. The first time it happens, there's the sensation, deja-vu-almost-sort-of-not-feeling that it was only a matter of time, anyway. Not that she really gives a flying fuck. The next time it happens, it happens accordingly, and same with the next few after that. By then, it becomes something of a game for her--five down, six down... why stop there?
Marluxia is the beginning. Naturally. On first glance, she thinks she has him pegged as a cocksucker, all flower power and pretty pink hair. When he talks, though, she listens, and she knows she's going to like him when she catches the poison in his smile, that sultry snaking toxin-lined angle in his grin. Always polite, and always painful. XI is clever, charismatic, and full of surprises--a combination that can be deadly is bestowed upon the wrong man.
"Those in power," he whispers, his breath sliding along the inside of her ear. She smirks and rolls her eyes up to the ceiling, shackles her fingers in the confines of his hair.
He's good with his tongue, good with his hands and even better beneath her, rolling his hips up to meet her grinding at his steady, unhurried pace. He never loses his composure. He's unrestrained, but he isn't theatrical. It's like this every time, the backs of her legs spread hot against the sharp bones of his pelvis--and they move together like a roiling mess, not quite fitting together but making it work all the same.
She thinks they're both too selfish. Marluxia can play at the generous lover, all giving, giving, giving, but, each and every time, the muscles in his groin go lax as soon as he's done; it doesn't matter whether or not she's finished. And he'll pull away from her once it's over, the caustic smell of sex and sakura petals lingering on his skin. "Tell me a story," she breathes, just a little breathlessly, and their bodies don't touch, her back to his.
When he laughs, she can taste the cruelty behind it. She licks her lips.
"Those in power," he tells her, softly, while she passes a finger along the outline of her clit. And he talks, and she listens, and for all of XI's charm, she doesn't fall for it completely. Not yet.
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Demyx, on the other hand, always seems to be more concerned with her satisfaction, teasing his hands up and down the length of her body, gently, weaving a symphony of pleasurable curiosity in his caress. There's something about the way he moves that speaks of doubt, of slightly uncomfortable questioning, and she thinks she enjoys telling him when he's not doing something right.
"Harder," she hisses, and he complies, thrusting roughly beneath her. "Faster," and he grunts as he picks up the pace.
Perhaps it's because he's so unsure of himself. IX's Somebody must have been a serious people-pleaser, a thought that makes her both cringe and smile nastily at the sentiment. Judging by the way he does almost anything she tells him to, Demyx is probably the same.
Sometimes she has him roll on to his belly, and takes him with her nails dug deep into his shoulder blades and her shins stabbed into the backs of his knees. He moans and writhes, pushing his body back to meet the length of the dildo, clenching those long-fingered hands against the sheets.
"You're pathetic," she tells him, laughing, and he whines some more.
She doesn't let him come, if she's feeling adventurous. "You're such a bitch," he'll cry, rocking his groin against the mattress when she says he's not to use his hands.
When she leaves, she leaves him to his own fist, groaning and panting in frustration. His speech is thick with bodily desire on her way out: "You shouldn't treat people like that, Larxene.
One day... one day, karma's gonna come... to bite you."
"Since when am I dealing with people?" she asks him. He makes a pained, agitated noise behind her, the sound of it reverberating in the twitching corners of her lips. Without a heart, hurting him may not be the same as hurting something that actually exists. There's a bitter taste in her mouth at the thought of this. She swallows it down, down, down. Maybe not the same, but it's still something.
She throws a glance over her shoulder to see him shuddering, weakly, the climaxing fruit of his own labor quite a let down as opposed to what it would've been had she fucked him to completion. Even so, he never turns her away when she arrives in his bedroom. He's sick, she thinks, to be so drawn to it.
It's why she keeps coming back.
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Those had been her first two. Third time's a charm, says the little voice in the back of her head, and she smirks down at him: Luxord.
Like Demyx, he'll lavish her with strokes and kisses, but X is sure of himself--in a way the she finds both a little boring and a little refreshing. The thing about the Gambler is that she never quite knows what he's thinking, even when she knows for sure that he must be thinking something. Not that it matters all that much.
His tongue is deft against the swell of her nipples. Like IX, Luxord does as he's told, but he chuckles against the base of her belly, the arch of her hipbone, the click-click curvature of her spine. He's humoring her, pretending to be amused by her bit-out orders and sick-sweet demands. Nonetheless, he's fun to play with. It's nice to deal with someone not-so-serious for a change.
He likes to guess at how long it's going to take her to climax. With his bearded mouth between her legs, he counts down the number of seconds, humming the digits in and out of the soft folds of her lips. The number's always different--the whole thing seems rather stupid, in her opinion; who gives a shit how long it takes her to get there? She grips the back of his neck with one hand and pushes, pushes, unconcerned when he utters, "One hundred and nineteen," cheerful, "eighty five... sixty six... fifty seven."
Usually, he guesses correctly. One time, she forces herself to hold back at the last second, slightly throwing his estimate off. He looks up at her once she's finished, smiling. Uses the tips of his fingers to wipe at the cum glazing his goatee. "Touche," he replies, grinning.
Her favorite thing about Luxord is that the man is willing to try everything, at least once, if only to see what happens. He welcomes her ideas, without questions. Examines the various instruments and devices she brings to their little escapades with a morbid sort of fascination, one eyebrow raised in the just the mildest of suspicion.
"You know what I love about you?" she drawls, stretched naked across his bedspread, smoking one of the cigarettes that he'd brought back from some recently-scouted world. She inhales, lazily, lets the smoke billow out from her lips a moment later in shapelessly twisting curls.
He glances up from one particularly sharp-ended object that he's been inspecting. His voice takes on a sardonic, lilting edge. "Are you sure that's the right word for it, darling?"
He touches the point, without flinching, and she holds her arm out to let the lit cigarette dangle over the floorboards; the ashes promptly scatter to the ground beneath.
"You're open to new experiences, unlike some of the other pussies in this place."
He chuckles, makes his way over to the bed and takes a drag from her cigarette before going to work on the spot directly above the hollow in her neck--and he asks her, between kisses:
"Have I ever told you... the tale of Lady Luck?"
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