KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME
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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
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“Fine,” Larxene would not give up. “I will fry you both.”
“Unlikely,” Vexen hissed into her ear, lowering his head and moving her hair aside to bite down on the back of her neck. That time, he did draw blood.
Larxene gasped. Shock. Pain. “Bastard!” She jerked again, against the ice, but this time Zexion’s hand pressed against her sternum caught her.
“Don’t do that, my dear, it’ll only be worse in the end. It is, after all, your insubordination that has brought you here in the first place,” Vexen pointed out, smiling. Larxene hissed unhappily in reply.
And then Zexion’s hand returned to her underwear, and she couldn’t quite manage the hissing and attempting to kick anymore between the short little gasps that she so did not want the two men to hear. One of Vexen’s hands looped around her body, fingers finding a nipple and teasing it because it did that much to intensify the physical pleasure Larxene did not want from either of them.
She couldn’t control what they were doing.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” she whispered as Vexen’s hand slipped off her breast and down, running down her hip to remove her underwear. For a brief moment, Vexen rested the hand on her hip, holding it in place, although she did not exactly have the freedom of mobility to alter the situation.
Zexion’s fingers slipped out of her and he shed the glove, tossing it aside into the darkness of his illusion. He rested the ungloved hand against the side of Larxene’s abdomen. The touches were almost gentle, if such a word meant anything to the Nobodies.
This time, it was Vexen’s turn to move first. He unzipped his pants with his other hand and pressed his cock against her. No lube was needed, no. Not after all the times Larxene had caused every other member in the Organization enough pain. She liked it rough; well she would have it precisely like that.
As he pushed inside her without hesitation, Larxene threw her head back against his shoulder with a low scream. Yes, it hurt, but Vexen was unable to feel any pity for her.
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“You enjoy pain,” Vexen pointed out.
“Not. My. Own.” There was a dangerous note to her voice and Vexen could feel a surge of her power, a sort of almost-shock that she couldn’t quite get out because there was no guarantee of hitting one of the men and not herself, as he moved out of her, then pressed deeper.
Zexion, meanwhile, had followed suit in lowering his pants, approaching her from the front. He rested his palms against her shoulders, the fingers of one hand barely touching Vexen’s, the other holding on to the heavy material of Larxene’s coat. Waiting for Vexen to pause for a moment, he pushed inside her too, kissing her as he did so.
Larxene made a disgusted noise, yanking her lips away from Zexion’s mouth. Vexen noted the small smirk turning into a sinister smile on Zexion’s face.
They set the pace. Rough. Hard. Fast. Perhaps it hurt her, but Larxene whimpered now, because she couldn’t help it, no doubt. Vexen certainly had some trouble keeping his own breath steady. But she was the doll here. She was the one being fucked because there was nothing she could do about the situation. She was learning precisely what it meant to lose control entirely.
Vexen, even with gloved hands against her bare skin, could feel the lightning pulsing inside of her. She was angry, although she could not be. She did not want this, certainly, although her body was reacting in all the right ways and she would have hated it had she possessed the ability to hate.
But she was learning, and both Vexen and Zexion could be sure of that by the way she reacted to their touches now. Even through her pride, she realized there was nothing she could do about the two men who were determined to take away her dignity.
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Several thrusts later, he did as well, letting Larxene go and following suit. Once his clothes were arranged properly, Vexen stepped around her to stand next to Zexion, looking over her.
Her knees shook slightly as she pulled at the ice keeping her arms bound to her back. “Let me go,” she said, the defiant tone still present, but severely toned down. She tried to keep her head high, although the two men looking down at her smugly would have liked it to be otherwise.
Zexion shook his head, dissipating the illusion of darkness into the World That Never Was once more. He opened a portal; stepping through it and leaving it open for Vexen to follow.
Vexen remained. He approached and tilted her head up to look into her eyes. “What have you learned today, my dear?”
“You have more stamina than I previously thought,” she retorted. Vexen slapped her. “I should obey my orders,” she replied then, her teeth clenched.
“Precisely.” Vexen turned away, and the ice keeping Larxene in place melted as he walked to the portal, unafraid of turning his back to her.
As he walked through the portal, a half-heartedly thrown Kunai whizzed past his head, missing it by too much to have been an accident.
(Writer!Anon hopes you like it...)
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Also, this part:
“What have you learned today, my dear?”
“You have more stamina than I previously thought.”
I love how, despite everything, she still has the balls (so to speak) to mouth off at him.
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You're welcome. Writer!Anon is glad you enjoyed it!
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