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

Shatter - Pt. 1

[anonymous]

So this is indubitably one of the most confusing fan fics I've completed up to date. I'm really nervous that this is really tl;dr quality hahaaaah. It's weird, I'll admit it right now. I simply could not produce a PWP without doing the whole background thing. My mind doesn't function that way. So I hope you guys give this a chance anyway.

This fic is un-beta'd.

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It is a full house at the bar, much to Xigbar’s displeasure. This is why he doesn’t like Friday nights in the summer. Tuesday, he likes, because it’s slow and it’s in the middle of the week. He’s lazy, and he’ll admit that if anyone asks. One or two patrons, he can handle, because the middle aged bartender likes to have loquacious conversations with those red-faced drunkards sitting on the other side of the counter. He finds the slur, the disconnected topics and the utter idiocy of the jabber a pleasure to behold. But he can’t have that tonight, oh no; even if he stops just for a small chat, he

Re: Shatter - Pt. 2

[anonymous]

He wipes his brow on the shoulder of his shirt as he watches the nightshift hostess scamper in with a stack of plates. There is a relieved expression lingering on her face as she deposits the plates hastily into the chrome washer space and leaves without bidding the blond an evening farewell. The remaining platters are shoved into the washer and he breathes a heavy sigh of relief when the opportunity to rid himself of those worn, clammy, blue gloves comes just moments after the machine rumbles into action

Re: Shatter - Pt. 3

[anonymous]

If there is one thing that Reno can’t stand, can’t cope with, just can’t adapt to, is a roaming lover. When you make a commitment, you pledge to it. You give your word, and so you give your life to fulfilling that promise. One can’t simply promise a lifetime of love, pleasure, and smiles and suddenly decide it isn’t going to work, decide that such an intertwining of hearts and souls and eyes and stars can be cut off like a thin thread against an axe. He is more than willing to torch the offender’s ass, to teach him a valuable lesson about taking love seriously

Re: Shatter - Pt. 4

[anonymous]

His arms ache from being stretched back around the backrest. His wrists are tied together with a coarse material, what he recognizes as the fibers of rope. The man’s legs are no better. The two long limbs attempt to jerk, but only the knees spread and wobble at the exertion. His two ankles and shins are strapped to the legs of the chair, immobilizing his entire body.

Axel winces when he tries twisting. His ribs hurt when he moves in such a way, and prays to lord that the bone-cage is still intact. Axel grunts in defeat, easing himself to simply gaining feeling back in his hands and feet. He curls his fingers and toes, biting down on his lip as the delicate digits begin to prickle and tingle. The sensation leads up his arms, and down around his pectorals, over his heart, and fuck, fuck, his shins hurt like a motherfucker-A voice resonates as a muffle through the apartment walls, and he recognizes it immediately. He teeters between relief and terror as the concealed voice, which sounds like it is going through a struggle,

Re: Shatter - Pt. 5

[anonymous]

“Funny, funny, funny,” Reno suddenly sneers, leaning over to lock his open mouth with the smooth skin of the boy’s throat, mumbling against the quivering warmth as he continued, “I’ve heard that far too many times. And know what? I can’t. I. Just. Can’t. Do you know why, Axel? Why I can’t just ‘let him go’? Because the two of us made promises.” He presses his hand down on a tender windpipe, and the struggle for breath slips by his over his head as he drowns himself in anger as he stares up into those betraying green eyes. “We promised each other we’d love each other, and how we wouldn’t go fooling around with other people because love won’t ever let us do that. So finding this tiny, precious, adorable, glorious Blondie in your arms…how do you think that made me feel, Axel? How do you think it feels to be lied to? To look at the one person who you thought loved you only to realize he’s been fucking with another?” With swift movements, Reno brings a hand up and strikes the youth’s face, bringing another agonizing plea for

Re: Shatter - Pt. 6

[anonymous]

It’s already been three months, and Axel is rather surprised that no one has noticed yet. He looks down at the blond boy resting on his shoulder, and asks ‘is this okay, do you think?’

The younger sniffs and comments neutrally how Reno still hasn’t become wise to their game.

They spend the rest of the sunset in silence, Axel in deep contemplation. The question of ‘when’ still haunts him, but he does his best to imagine nothing more than being here with the one his heart races anew for

Re: Shatter - Pt. 7

[anonymous]

Demyx reassures the lady of her safety, that he and his trustful partner have everything under control, and tells her to go back into her own apartment. She nods with a slight quiver and quickly closes the door, and Demyx, green eyes still showing signs of apprehension, nods to Leon who has his hands fixed on his gun, and then nods to the quirky old man who holds the master key to all the apartments. His hand, splotched with age and veins, trembles when the key slips into the hole, the sound of the lock releasing breaking the stillness and hiking up the tension surrounding the party

Re: Shatter - Pt. 8

[anonymous]

The man, blushing in the face, making his murky blue eyes stand out like beacons, stands up and unravels several bills from his pocket. Reno thanks the bartender and strides out the door with wobbling steps, making a soft statement about ‘fucking blond kids’ as he barges through the door. His tense shoulders are hunched, and he makes a brisk walk to the car around the corner. The redhead rounds the bar, and gives a loud shout when his boots steps on a shattered bottle that had fallen from the garbage bin. He curses under his breath, but lets out another agonized screech when he realizes it’s a broken bottle of Sea Salt Light

Re: Shatter - Pt. 9

[anonymous]

“What’s wrong?” Reno asks innocently, head tilting to the side as he maintains his eye contact with Axel’s. “I thought this is what you wanted? A blond boy fresh out from daycare sucking on your cock?” Axel shakes his head, sobbing when Roxas’ head is tugged and pushed back and forth on his cock. He hears the boy gag from the session, whimper whenever Reno’s savage hands tighten their grip in his hair, and the trapped male is trying his damnedest to suppress the moans in his lungs when ever he feels Roxas’ tongue curl and pulse reflexively around his dick

Re: Shatter - Pt. 10

[anonymous]

Axel isn’t nearly drunk enough to answer such a ludicrous question, so he simply asks the boy for his name. The redhead notices that his eyes are automatically drawn to the boy’s moving lips as he answered “Roxas” in a light, casual manner. He feels his head swim when the boy asks him if he’s ever tried Sea Salt Light. Axel answers no, he’s addicted to Curly Hill

Re: Shatter - Pt. 11

[anonymous]

Axel finds himself leaving a lot sooner than he thinks. He leaves the large hospital and busses his way down to a bar near his apartment. He doesn’t want to think about Roxas. He doesn’t want to think about Reno. He just wants to drink, drink until the alcohol dries up the tears in his eyes, until the alcohol washes away the nightmare, the thunder, the lightning, the crying, the screaming and the guilt and hate and broken promises/_/\/\___/|/\/\__/^^\|^\_______/\___/\/^^\|^\_____/_/\/\___/|/\/\____/^^\/|_

Re: Shatter - Pt. 12

[anonymous]

Reno is off of his ex-lover, and he draws an army knife from his pocket. He snarls as he retaliates, calling Roxas a swindling slut as he draws nearer with the exposed blade. He ignores Axel’s begging to spare Roxas, and gives a quick flick of his blade. Roxas screams when the flesh of his thigh splits and bleeds, crying and screeching when the knife cuts across his chest and presses against his jugular.

“I ought to kill you!” Reno shouts, hand tearing into yellow hair. The blade cuts shallowly into the skin of his abused throat, and Roxas fixes Reno with a daring gaze. “You ought to die, you manipulative, intrusive son of a bitch!” Tears are dropping one by one from tattooed cheeks. Reno can feel his heart break all over again.

His tearful gaze swivels back to the tall male splayed out on the carpet just below. “I loved you, Axel.” His voice is shaky, and the hand holding onto the weapon is weak and trembling against the softness of the comforter. It’s as cool and soft as he last remembered it.

“I loved him, I loved

Re: Shatter - Pt. 13 (Oh, it's over. Thank god.)

[anonymous]

Reno always likes Sundays, because there weren’t any classes for Axel to worry about, and he doesn’t have work. He likes them because Sundays were lazy, unhurried, and spontaneous

THE SPEACHLESS OP WHO'S MIND WAS UTTERLY BLOWN AWAY WITH THIS INCREDIBLY/AMAZING/PERFECT DRABBLE

[anonymous]

....oh my god

THE SPEACHLESS OP WHO'S MIND WAS UTTERLY BLOWN AWAY WITH THIS INCREDIBLY/AMAZING/PERFECT DRABBLE

[anonymous]

srsly. i think you totally are my long lost twin. wtf that drabble was so fucking perfect.

THE OMFGIDDY ANON WHO'S REALLY FLATTERED

[anonymous]

Ooooh, it makes me immensely happy that you enjoyed it, OP <333 Haha, I guess we ARE VERY LONG LOST TWINS--I HAVE A HOT THING FOR SCANDALS, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO AXEL/ROXAS/RENO, SO I SAW THIS KINK REQUEST AND I JUST THOUGHT "OH SHI--...THIS IS MINE" and so marked it as so <3