Kingdom Hearts Kink Meme

[kokanshu]

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

Comments

ragdoll boy of nightmares 1

[anonymous]

Not the original anon, but after seeing people want to read something like this, I figured I'd try it. H-hope that it's okay. It was hard trying to write a kink that I had...no real interest in, lol, but hello Wiki, you are helpful.

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It was dark. It always was, in his dreams, something he had come to accept, even as he loathed it-he would fear it if he could, but Nobodies weren’t made for that. They were made for better things than fear and pain, as their wonderful pathetic and wise foolish leader told them time and time again. They were made from what made humans tick. They were the the shells, yes, but they were better.

Some thought that it was Axel who had turned Roxas’ ears from listening to the Superior’s lies. They thought he ate up every little word, every little idea that Axel put into his pretty blond head, and just spewed the words out like poison because he was weak. Nothing like that, no, never, because Roxas was not afraid of anything, anything at all.

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“Again?” he heard from off to the side, the man’s voice oh so amused as he watched Roxas rub his eyes and then let out a disgusted hiss as he realized that the bed was wet again. “Widde Woxas make a widdle mess?” And then Axel’s face was two inches in front of his, acid green eyes practically glowing in the light of their partial Kingdom Hearts, looking even more pale and gaunt than usual. “Boo.”

Roxas hit him in the nose, smirking when blood poured down his face, and got out of bed, ignoring his wet boxers and sheets, yanking Axel’s hair until he could shove the man’s bloodstained face into the damp mess, holding it three, two, one and then stepped away, intent on leaving to clean up. “I want this cleaned up when I get back,” he muttered, and no, no there surely wasn’t a flush on his cheeks because he didn’t get embarrassed.

“M’not your slave, Rox,” Axel hissed from under a mask of blood, straightening to his full height, and Roxas’ mouth curled into a sneer at the sight of the tent in the man’s pants.

“I said I want it clean- you bled on it,” he hissed one more time, and then stalked away.