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... )
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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