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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They kiss briefly, noses touching, lips ghosting. They stare, shining lips smiling faintly.
“How lovely,” Naminé comments from the sidelines as she creates the backdrop.
Axel grins over at her and presses the dolls’ lips together again. “You did a good job painting their faces,” he tells her.
She smiles, almost real. “Why thank you, Axel.”
They must be polite and proper, else Marluxia will catch wind and they won’t be allowed to play any longer.
Marluxia, Naminé has found, is very poor at sharing his toys.
Axel puts the boy’s hand on the girl’s waist and makes them dance together, humming something horribly off-key. Naminé giggles and stretches along the floor, cracking her stiff fingers. She begins to hum with him and that self-immolating smile flickers across his face as well.
They sit that way for a while, hypnotized by the awkward tango of the two dolls.
Then Naminé looks away. “Is it day time or night time, Axel?” she asks him softly, her eyes staring at the unfinished setting of her fantasy.
The dolls cease their dance.
Axel’s expression darkens momentarily and cynicism gets the better of him. “Neither.”
She sighs, looks at the barebones cage of a high-ceilinged ballroom. The balconies that circle it look out into a vast white infinity.
She bites her lip before she murmurs, “It will do.”
She flourishes her name in x’s and o’s across a corner and hands it to her playmate. With a tiny misuse of magic, he fastens it to the wall and the dolls resume their waltz.
One Roxas and one Naminé in the white halls of infinity…
“Why, Roxas,” Naminé croons. “It is so very nice to see you here.”
“I came to see you, Naminé,” Axel replies in a fair imitation of their lost boy.
“Flatterer.” Naminé’s fingertip brushes one doll’s cheeks, they blush pink momentarily and then return to white.
The dolls hover in their dance as Axel sets up their arms for a spin, stiff-unused joints crack into sharply angled place. Naminé spins herself on her little plastic feet beneath Roxas’s raised arm.
“It’s the truth,” Axel whispers, coyly in her ear. His breath actually tickling through her hair.
The girl is quite, simply twisting the doll in teetering circles. He can barely hear her say, “I’m glad it’s the truth…”
The dolls kiss and Axel plants Roxas’s hand firmly on her backside. Naminé gives a shocked chuckle and resumes humming their dance music. It is a new song in a proper key and it is all her own.
“Of course it’s the truth,” Axel compliments in Roxas’s voice, “you’re the most beautiful girl in all the worlds, I positively want to ravish you.”
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Axel places Roxas’s other hand on her breast and the dolls kiss again. Naminé closes her eyes and shudders, her hand reaches blindly for the sketchbook she had left nearby. When her fingers close on it, she flips through several pages before ripping it out savagely and handing it to Axel.
“Perhaps, Roxas,” she says quietly, “we should move to the bedroom.”
Axel places the new background over the old and begins to pry the Velcroed clothes from the dolls. Namine sits up and pulls her sundress over her head, removes her sandals from her feet and leaves her panties on.
Her small breasts are taut with cold and anticipation and when she rolls one nipple between her fingers, she shivers.
Axel has to swallow roughly before he can force Roxas to say, “A lovely idea, my dear.”
The stripped dolls clack and frot against one another ineffectually. Namine’s free hand slips beneath the soft cotton fabric of her underwear to toy with her soft blond bush.
“Please be gentle with me,” she breathes out as she lays back down on the floor, knees bent and thighs spread. “I… I am a lady.”
Axel won’t look at her as he continues to single-mindedly crush the two plastic figures together.
“I know you are,” he says for Roxas. “A beautiful, delicate lady…”
“Ah…” Naminé makes a sound of pleasure, half muted by the sobs she won’t acknowledge. She dips one finger inside of herself and then moves upward, two wet fingers circling and stroking across the bud.
Axel’s eyes dart towards her guilty and he growls, “I’ll be sure to use a condom…”
Her hips arc up, and she laughs darkly as her breathing grows heavier. “T-thank you, Roxas… you truly are a gentleman.”
Axel holds the dolls horizontal and Naminé’s muscles spring themselves tight as she plays with herself, one hand moving indistinctly beneath the white cloth, and the other pinching tightly on one nipple.
The room echoes with the sound of her heartbeat, blood rushing, fingers squelching inside of herself.
The dolls frot.
She comes twice-excitement quivering out of her throat in enticingly breathy little sounds-before Axel sets down the dolls and turns his back to her.
He can hear her, lying still on the floor breathing, still aching for more, both nipples hard and sensitive, stark points against the evanescent white of the walls and floor and ceiling.
He won’t undress in front of her. He’ll unzip his coat, he’ll free his cock from his pants and that’s all.
“I love you,” he tells Roxas to say as he takes himself to fist. He is on the floor, cross-legged, still hiding from her.
Her breath catches when she touches herself again, her fingers disgustingly slick.
“I love you too,” she mumbles and closes her eyes.
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Sooorry. I think you wanted fucking.
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Thank you so, so much.
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