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... )
They saw it and watched it and were shocked, but it wasn’t a bad shock.
Ajani and Keyah came from the pride to the west; Simba had seen them before, when Mufasa needed to meet with them, which was rare. He and Sora probably shouldn’t have been so far west, but once they’d lost Zazu the giddiness swept them up and took them wherever.
Sora, with his old-young eyes, realized something was weird first. He motioned for silence from louder Simba, crouching down in the tall sunbleached grass and looking for something. Simba copied him, wondering what might be out there, little cub tail switching excitedly at the prospect.
Over there,<.i> Sora mouthed, flicking an ear toward the sound Simba could hear now, in the big wide not-quite-silence of the pridelands. They crawled forward, trying to pick out shapes through the thin waving fronds before whatever it was saw them.
They watched for a long while. Keyah was snarling something awful, big pale paws scrabbling at the ground as he bared his crushing fangs to the sky, but he didn’t turn, not like in a real fight. Ajani had a deep hold of Keyah’s blondish mane in his teeth, enough that thin slivers of blood trailed down one dust-colored shoulder. He was braced behind his pridemate, dark gold and black and bearing down on Keyah like Simba sometimes confided that Mufasa bore down on Sarabi. There were growls and howls and blood, but there was no death in it, nothing terrible.
Simba and Sora skittered off after Ajani tore free of that pale mane to roar, loud and long and good.
They didn’t really talk about it, and eventually Sora had to leave, to find other places to seal. Simba wondered for a bit if Sora forgot it, though he never did.
And then there was the terrible fall, and Simba ran and forgot about it for a time too.
It was years after Timon and Pumbaa found him that he ran into Sora again. The meerkat and the warthog didn’t know, didn’t see this new dark teenaged lion when he came into their jungle, but Simba did. They laughed like cubs again, Simba harder than he had since the fall.
Sora asked what there was to eat. When Simba showed him, his face was so funny that Simba just had to wave a fat grub in it. Sora knocked it away and did an ‘ewewgross’ dance that had Simba rolling. This, of course, meant that Sora had to tackle him. It was a rule. And it was another rule that Simba couldn’t just take that lying down, so he didn’t.
They both lost track of when the playing wasn’t anymore, and when the dominance snuck in and became part of it. Simba remembered when they were circling, though, when looking into the blue old-young eyes made him pounce, made him straddle Sora’s back and clamp his teeth onto the bare scruff of mane Sora could claim. Sora bucked, trying to throw him off, and so Simba bore down, and then it was hot and fast and painfully tight and Sora was squalling to the four winds but not trying to get him off, not anymore.
They remembered it and did it and were shocked, but it wasn’t a bad shock.
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Oh my god, someone else is hanging around here reading too.
...Also, I thought it was really good as well.
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