PANDORA HEARTS KINK(-ish) MEME
The Pandora Hearts Kink(-ish) Meme!
Okay, this here's a kink meme! You know the drill! Only... it's actually okay if you want to request/write/draw gen or non-porny pairing fic, because hey, the PH fandom is kinda small, right. 8D;
WARNING: As I'm sure you can tell from the description, this is anything goes, so if you're bothered by the ( Read more... )
Okay, this here's a kink meme! You know the drill! Only... it's actually okay if you want to request/write/draw gen or non-porny pairing fic, because hey, the PH fandom is kinda small, right. 8D;
WARNING: As I'm sure you can tell from the description, this is anything goes, so if you're bothered by the ( Read more... )
Oz took a moment to process what she meant, and nodded, “It’ll hurt a bit. Just to warn you.”
“Okay . . .” She hesitated for a moment, before she wrapped her hand around his member. He wasn’t sure if this was instinctive, or if Gil had told her, but by this point he didn’t much care. He watched as she oriented herself over him, before he felt himself pressed against her entrance. Her eyes were on his, as she sank down, and his flesh seemed to melt inside her. He nearly went cross-eyed with the sensation, until she stopped with a small gasp.
Oz worked through the haze in his mind, and noted that her face was pained. He held himself still, as she waited to adjust, and his mind zeroed in on the sensation of her flesh surrounding him-hot, wet, compressed, perfect. She leaned down, and kissed him again, before she sank the remainder of the way. Oz gasped, “Uuuhhnn . . . Aliiiiice . . .” She began to move, and he did with her, back arching, hips pushing up to be farther, deeper, more.
“Oooz . . . uuuhnnnn . . .”
“A-Aliiice . . . y-you feel . . . so good . . . uuhn . . . uuaah!”
Her skin was soft against his, her flesh perfect around him, and she worked her hips faster, faster, until he was plunging deep and her arms were shaking with the effort as she used his shoulders as leverage to pull herself up, down, up. There was a loud crack, and one of the chains wrapped around a bedpost on Oz’s headboard splintered the wood, and eventually snapped away, leaving Oz’s hand free. He took full advantage, reaching up and kneading Alice’s breasts one-handed. Alice moaned, and nuzzled him, the sensations of her body merging together wonderfully.
The pressure built, built, heat increasing, more, more-
“Oz! OOOZ! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
“Aliice . . . A-ALICE! A-ALI-AAAHHHH!”
Oz felt Alice’s muscles squeeze him tight, tight, until it nearly hurt, and he tipped over the edge right after, hand digging into her shoulder for an anchor. They orgasmed in succession, limbs shaking, bodies electrified with pleasure and the release of pressure. Alice eventually relaxed, and keeled over into his chest. The chains all went limp and slid away and vanished, her power spent. Oz wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her on the neck, the cheek, her lips.
“That was . . . that was wonderful.”
“Y-yes. I like this sex thing.” She breathed.
“Mm, I’m glad. I love you.”
“Love you, too. You never said that to Raven, after.”
Oz scowled, “He doesn’t deserve it anyway. He conspired against his master.” Oz reached over, and flicked Gil in the nose. The gunman scrunched his face up, and woke.
“Mm . . . hallo.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
Gil blinked, “H-huh?”
“You helped me tie up Oz. And it was your idea.”
Gil stared at Oz’s glare for a moment, then paled, “Y-you weren’t supposed to tell him!”
“So it was your idea!” Oz said.
“I thought you’d like it!”
“You’re so lucky I don’t have energy right now.”
“Perhaps I could help you with revenge, Oz~” Alice mused.
Gil squeaked, and pulled his pillow over his face so he couldn’t see their evil smiles. Why did things always backfire against him? Well, he deserved it in this case, but really. There was no winning this particular battle. Though, he had a feeling he would probably enjoy whatever punishment Oz and Alice devised. As much as he refused to admit it, he did retain some masochistic tendencies. And it wasn’t like they would truly hurt him-they loved him. He peeked out from behind the pillow, to see Oz stroking Alice’s hair idly.
“Does Gil feel rested, now?” Oz asked.
“Yes. I do.”
“Then it’s Alice’s turn~”
Alice nodded, and kissed Oz, before she sat up, and away from him. Gil watched her, as he pushed himself up as well. Her eyes were intense, beautiful amethyst and wine, and he wondered why it was he had never noticed how beautiful those eyes were before. He was almost reminded of Oz’s, though she didn’t hold that same hypnotic, apocalyptic power. He leaned in slowly, and her hand gently stroked his hair dark, curly hair back.
“It doesn’t feel like seaweed.” She whispered.
“Of course, Stupid Rabbit. It’s hair.”
“Mm.”
She closed the gap, kissed him, and together their hearts swelled into the love Oz wanted them to have.
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Gil’s hands found her hips, and he traced their soft curve, up, down, until she wriggled away and laughed. It tickled her, apparently. Gil smiled at Alice, and she leaned in again, their kisses rough, competitive, sensual. Her hands scraped through his hair, and pulled-she was fascinated by how soft it was, the way it was the color of ink, soft curls relaxing against pale cheeks and neck. Gil really was as beautiful as she found Oz, and she wondered why she had never noticed it, before.
She felt Gil’s hands slide up her back, and traced around to her front. He cupped her breasts along the outside, and she sighed as he lightly squeezed. It made her body shiver, and she kissed him harder, deeper, rougher. He pulled her until she settled into his lap, and his hands kneaded her chest rhythmically. She could feel his chest rise and fall, his rapid heartbeat, his smooth skin transforming into puckered scar tissue. She nuzzled his neck.
“More?”
“You want more?” Gil murmured, “More of what?”
“I dunno. Maybe you could do what I did to Oz. With your mouth.”
Gil blushed at the thought, “I-I suppose. I’ve never done it before . . . I-I mean, with a woman . . .”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I’ve actually never been with a girl.”
“What?” Oz’s voice cut across. They both turned, to look at him.
“Er . . . I’ve actually only ever been with . . . other men. It’s weird, I know.”
“I see. Who were you with?” Alice asked.
Gil hesitated, “You don’t want to know.”
“Why not?” Oz asked.
“Because . . . it-it doesn’t matter, anyway. I love you two. This means something important, now.”
Alice narrowed her eyes, “I think it’s important.”
“Yes. We won’t judge you, I swear.” Oz said.
“ . . . Break.”
Alice stared at him, “Seriously?”
“Don’t laugh! I was like sixteen and it was stupid!”
“Wow, you were around my age.” Oz said.
“You’re not helping.”
“Sorry. Anyone else?”
Gil hesitated once again, but his two loves were watching him, “ . . . um . . . V-Vince . . . taught me some things.”
They both blinked at him. Oz seemed to process this and understand more than Alice, because he began to look rather green. Gil cringed, and looked away. They probably didn’t want anything to do with him, anymore. Incest was wrong, it was sick, it wasn’t okay. A small hand cupped his chin, and pulled up his head, so that he had to look at Alice. Her eyes were narrowed, calculating in only the way a fighter could be.
“It’s okay. We still love you.”
“Yes.” Oz’s voice was quiet.
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Alice eventually relaxed her body, and began to pull away from him. He watched her for a moment, before he rose and pushed her back. She squeaked, startled, and he found it . . . it was cute. He blushed, and kissed her on the forehead. He found her hands, which were tiny enough to fit into one of his, and pulled them over her head. He laced his fingers with hers, and kissed her in the center of her neck, and he felt her swallow underneath his lips.
Alice watched the ceiling, as his soft lips brushed down her neck. She gasped when he would scrape his teeth over her skin, nip, lick. She wriggled underneath him, desiring for him to go lower, but he took as much time as he wanted. Eventually, he traveled down to her left breast, and she squeaked as something slick and hot slithered over her right breast. It took her a moment to realize it was his tongue, and she moaned as he brushed over her nipple, around to the outside, and back again to center.
“G-Giiiil . . . uhhn . . . that-that’s so . . .”
Soft lips kissed her nipple, and she could feel him smiling, before her skin was covered in hot, soaking-he began to suck on her right breast. She closed her eyes, as she felt his warm hand press into her other breast and squeeze, and she moaned. Gil began to suck harder, as she felt his thigh suddenly press between her legs. She wriggled again, as her body shivered with pleasure and heat pooled in her stomach, down between her legs. She wanted more.
Gil appeared to read her mind, or perhaps it was simply his servant’s intuition, because he kissed between her breasts, before he left a trail down her ribcage, down her stomach. She tried to sit up to peek at his progress, but his hands were holding her down, long arms reaching all the way up her torso. She scowled, and flopped back and waited. She heard Gil chuckle gently, a low rumble that vibrated against her and made her shiver. Stupid Seaweed Head. Making her wait.
He made it her hips, and she expected him to continue in a straight line, but he diverted, kissing the outside of her hipbone. She moaned, and wriggled, and cuffed the side of his leg with her thigh.
“Hurry up, stupid!”
“Mm, you’re no fun.”
“If you torture me, you’ll pay for it later.”
“Sorry, Alice.”
She realized belatedly that they had begun to use each other’s given names a mere few minutes ago, when she had moaned his name . . . she blushed, embarrassed suddenly. She was turning into a pushover underneath his skilled hands and tongue. She was promptly distracted when something soft pressed at the peak between her legs. She blinked, and wondered what Gil was doing, before something else hot and slithery pressed in the same spot and-
“G-Gil! Uuuuuhn! Ahhh . . .”
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His hands had released hers earlier, so he could move farther down, and they began to rub the inside of her thighs, soft, light, long touches. Alice sighed, content with the sensations of his mouth, his hands. She wriggled after a bit, wanting more, and he complied. She gasped, as she felt his tongue press to her entrance, before it slithered inside.
“AAAAH! G-Giiiiil . . . aaaaahhh . . . uuuhnn . . .”
“Mmm . . .”
She tasted different than he had expected-heady and musky, a mixed taste of salt and sweet and something else that was just Alice. He moaned again, softly, and pressed his tongue to her inner walls, sliding it up and down. She squealed, and her legs pushed him farther between her legs. He groaned, suffocating in her smell, her taste, her heat. He extended his tongue as he was pressed forward, and discovered a small, fleshy nub. He swirled his tongue around it curiously, and she jerked before her muscles clamped down around him.
“GIIIIIIIIIIIL!”
He nearly suffocated as she pressed him into her, though this would have been a rather nice way to die. He was flooded with an increase of her tangy juices, which he tried his best to swallow so he wouldn’t drown in them. Her legs at last relaxed, and he was free to slip out and wipe her fluids away from his face. He sat back, and sucked in some fresh air until he no longer felt dizzy from lack of oxygen. Alice had her eyes on him, watching his every small movement with great intent. He finished recovering, and leaned down and kissed her softly. She nuzzled his cheek, and wrapped her legs around his waist.
He began to adjust himself to slip inside her, but she suddenly pushed him until he turned over. She smiled, and pushed on him, “Scoot against the headboard.”
He blinked for a moment, and then complied with her command, moving back until his back sat against Oz’s headboard. Alice crawled towards him, a rather devious smile on her face, and Gil bit his lip. He wondered what she was planning, but it appeared simple when she simply climbed over his legs and straddled him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her close, his head falling back against the wall as she sank down over him, wonderfully slick and tight.
“Gilbert?” A little hand settled itself into his hair, and he blinked and looked down at her. She began to move, and he groaned, strong hands splayed across her hips, as he impaled her harder over him, faster, deeper. Her body was as breathtaking as Oz’s, just as perfect, delicate, all his. She laid her head down on his shoulder, violet eyes closing, as they moved together, her cries drowning his own, as he felt his body coil tighter, tighter.
“Giiiil . . . . I-I love you . . .”
He blinked, and kissed her weakly on the neck, “L-Love you, too . . . nnnnn . . .”
“Uuuhnn . . . Giiil . . .”
He slammed her down harder, harder, deeper, deeper, until she shrieked, and her little nails scratched his chest, “GIIIIIL! AAAAAAAAAAH!”
“A-Aliice! Uuhnn . . .”
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Alice kissed him lazily, before she slid off of him, and laid down. Oz waited until she was settled, before he crawled over and snuggled in next to her. Gil smiled, and slid down himself, until he was able to reach out and grab them, pulling both close to him. Oz giggled, and he could feel Alice wriggling and muttering about idiot servants, and he chuckled. He reached down, and pulled the covers from under them, and they all shifted as he pulled the blankets up to their shoulders. They all relaxed into each other, the warmth of body heat and bedding soothing, perfect, peaceful.
“I love you both.” Oz murmured.
Gil smiled, “Love you both, too.”
“Same. I love my boys~”
Soon, the room was silent, but for the soft breaths of a sleeping, content threesome.
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Aaaands, that's it~! I hoped the OP enjoyed. Please tell me what you think. >.<
Also, this fill has actually expanded into an actual fanfic idea for me, and I made an FST for it I have problems, so I can link back to it here if OP and other readers want. I do plan to post it on the PH comm, so you should see it there. ^^
I hope you enjoyed~! This was fun.
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