purplepimphats | Golden Sun kink meme, round 2.

Golden Sun kink meme, round 2.

Well, the old one has served us well, but it's two years old there's a new game out and hopefully this will bring in a whole bunch more activity.

the usual rules apply.
-The only wank with want is the sexy kind. Leave pairing wars, name wars, and kink wankery at the door, please.

-one request per comment.

-not everyone has played Dark Dawn yet, so make sure to label anything with spoilers in the title of the comment.

-you can use the Japanese names and pairing names when making requests, but make sure you put the English names in parentheses for those who aren't in the know about them.

-if you prefer Japanese names, you can stipulate in your request that you'd prefer them, or fill with them.

-a list of kinks to get you started.

-there's no limit on requests at the moment, but the meme will die out if no one fills too, so in general there's a big suggestion of 'if you can, fill for request you make.' However we know that not everyone is a writer or artist, so if you're just here to read, then don't think you can't make requests too.

-just because this is a kink meme doesn't mean PG-13 and under fics can't come play too.

A new posting rule applies. If you want to fill out an old request from the past meme, copy it over and fill it here, but leave a comment at the old meme, so if the op has it tracked, they can find it again.

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Suppressed tension Tyrell/Matthew. One catches the other fapping while thinking about him, and jumps in. Mindless smut, please.

please ♥

+2 please!!!

This came out a bit shorter than I had hoped...

Oh, well. Hope you like it, OP!

I guess you could also consider this as a pseudo-sequel to that "A Helping Hand" fill too.

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With the sun high in the sky, illuminating the waves near Ayuthay’s shores, young prince Amiti watched on via a telescope made of toothpicks and bean paste from Paithos’ throne as a family of dolphins swam by.

He felt the inklings of a grin growing on his questionably androgynous features as several jumped into the air, performing feats that never in his life would he have expected to gaze upon: one made an amazing three-sixty degree backflip, another did a perfectly calculated dive where the splash was nigh-nonexistent, and then there was the other one that actually started juggling three balls that it presumably materialized out of nowhere.

He smiled widened as he started laughing along with their antics, completely unaware of the wave heading in their direction from the south. His joy was cut short when a leviathan, which he would then be able to summon as something called Azul some point later on, burst forth from the ocean, opened its gigantic maw, and swallowed the entire family in one fell swoop. It nonchalantly gave a dainty belch before heading back under the waves.

Prince Amiti placed the telescope, which several flies had become attracted to several minutes ago, on the ledge and stiffly walked back to his quarters, leaving several of the guards confused at his state. Upon reaching his room, he calmly walked over to his bed, pulling the covers over himself.

Before screaming at the top of his lungs.

However, that’s irrelevant to this prompt, so let’s head to Goma Plateau!

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The leaves from a nearby tree rustled as Matthew kept his sights locked onto his opponent. Swords long forgotten after a stalemate between their strikes, they had decided to finish their match with plain old fisticuffs.

He clenched his fingers and took a small step backwards.

Tyrell growled and lunged at him. He narrowly escaped a particularly well-aimed uppercut before swiping his leg under the redhead. Tyrell fumbled, arms flailing wildly as he tripped. He grabbed at Matthew’s scarf, causing him to stumble as well, and they both fell over in a heap.

Noting that the blond was slightly dazed from the drop, Tyrell quickly brought his arms up and trapped him in a headlock. Matthew struggled to swing him off, but he still held on tight, oblivious to how blue the blond’s face was becoming.

Matthew choked, and instinct took over before he started viciously elbowing him in the ribs, causing his grip to falter. He noticed, repeating the action several times. The continuous beatings to his side were excruciating, and Tyrell hacked out a few coughs when he backpedaled from a punch that grazed his lower lip. He retaliated with his own right hook and struck gold.

Matthew slumped over, holding onto his cheek as he wheezed for air. There was a small break before they went back it at again. Unfortunately, they were pulled away from each other by having their collars yanked backwards.

“Honestly, boys,” Isaac sighed, easily lifting Matthew up to eye-level. ”Use your psynergy. This lesson was supposed to help you start thinking about more creative uses for your psynergy as a last resort should you ever lose your weapons.”

After idly mending Matthew’s wounds with a Potent Cure, Isaac placed him back on the ground and walked over to a petulant Tyrell. Garet smirked wryly as he picked up their swords.

“We’ll try again tomorrow,” he said after healing Tyrell. Matthew walked over to his side and helped him up.

“Lighten up, Isaac,” Garet scoffed. The blond frowned. “At least give them some credit for fighting like men.”

“Fine, I’ll give you that.” He looked across the cliff’s edge and blinked. “Ah, it’s almost time.”

“Poker?”

“Quite. Let’s go.” At that, Matthew and Tyrell ran back to the cabin, laughing as they kicked some dirt at each others’ feet. Their fathers followed them in a more leisurely pace.

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Unfortunately for the two men, their poker match had to be cut short when Tyrell accidentally set one of the bushes in front of the cabin aflame when showing off a newly taught psynergy.

Downstairs, Matthew held up a dirty, blue shirt to his face, inhaling the scent. His scarf was hung near the ladder while his gloves and jacket lay on a the bedside table, and a small, worn book lay on the same mattress where he was seated; its pages spread to an excerpt regarding a love confession between two childhood friends. He sighed shakily as he continued to rub his erection through his pants before deciding to just unzip them.

Slowly.

Luckily, Uncle Garet and Tyrell were a ways off having a spontaneous training session in manipulating a more advanced type of Mars psynergy, but he still had to keep quiet after all. With his father upstairs busy with his notes, he didn’t want to be caught. Especially so considering the subject regarding his condition: namely Tyrell, the owner of said dirty, blue shirt.

That was one of the reasons why he kept his eyes glued on the childhood friend segment in the story. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and slowly pumped himself.

Matthew wasn’t entirely sure about the “love” part in actuality. He knew that he did love his father in a familial way, much like with his Uncle Garet, but he didn’t think he felt that way to Tyrell. He was loud, abrasive, and egotistical to point of making him wish to bludgeon him with a plank, but… there was just something about his personality. And he knew in his heart that the redhead had more good qualities to it.

Yeah… good qualities…

Deep inside him…

…

Nothing came to mind at the moment. Right now, he was fantasizing about those delicious muscles accompanied by that musky scent. He licked his lips. Yeah, his friend had a really nice body from what he was able to discern.

Okay, so he admitted it. He had a bit of a muscle fetish. Shut up.

Hm, Uncle Garet was kind of hot in that case too, and—wait. Wait, bad mental picture. That brought back horrible memories about his father and the larger male after that fishing trip weeks ago. Back to Tyrell.

Yeah. The striking color of his eyes made a nice contrast to that of his hair. They were honestly rather alluring, especially when they gleamed whenever he’d devise one of his pranks. Which pretty much failed most of the time anyway.

The blond imagined those same blue eyes, but slightly darker, because that book made references to eye colors getting darker for some reason if people were depressed or aroused, but yeah, slightly darker with Tyrell angling his head to kiss him. That was another thing Matthew liked. He was a sap for those things, and cutesy, mushy, lovey-dovey romance was always a plus in his figurative book of relationships.

Quietly muttering Tyrell’s name, his grip on his erection tightened and he sped up his motions. His eyes slid shut as he imagined himself kissing the redhead, unconsciously leaning forward and puckering his lips at the air.

Imagine his surprise when he felt kiss being returned.

He quickly opened his eyes, which bugged out to the sight of a grinning Tyrell who idly noted the thin trail of saliva between their lips, and Matthew recoiled immediately.

Tyrell laughed. “Haha! You should see your face right now!” He pointed at the other boy, tears of mirth in his eyes. Matthew, mortified and slightly hurt by his reaction, took the mature response to the situation: he hurled the book at his head.

“Fuck!” Tyrell yelped, clutching at his bruised forehead. “What the hell?!”

“Idiot.” Matthew blushed and raised his middle finger at him before curling away to try to cover up his erection. The redhead was sweaty and dirty, and the smell was making cock even harder. Crap.

“Go away. I want to finish reading my book,” he grumbled.

“Yeah, right. Like I dunno what you’re really gonna do. I ain’t stupid, man.”

“Then all the better for you to leave.”

“No way. I need you to help me with something.” The sound of a zipper being pulled and clothes rustling cut off the blond’s incredulous “Now?” before he felt the other boy’s chest press against his back, with something else prodding at his lower regions.

He blushed again.

“What about your dad? Aren’t you worried?”

“Pffft,” he snorted. “They’re making rounds at Tanglewood and then heading to Patcher’s. They’ll be gone for a while, and we have the place to ourselves right now. So quit being stupid.” He ground his dick against the blond’s clothed ass. “I heard you saying my name and saw you jacking off. Don’t try to deny it.”

The gears started working in Matthew’s head, and he retorted, “Then you were watching me.”

At that, Tyrell stopped moving, all bravado gone. He sputtered an eloquent, “U…Uh… Um… I-I…” before regaining his composure, his face reddening, “Yeah, so?”

Matthew turned around slightly, heedless of the redhead’s small whine, face unreadable as he scanned Tyrell’s surprisingly nervous expression, trailing his gaze down past his bare chest to his rather prominent erection jutting from his pants. His gaze remained there much longer than anywhere else.

“What?” Tyrell’s voice snapped him back to attention.

“Nothing.” He leaned forward to kiss him.

Tyrell stiffened, and blond paused before slowly retreating in mild disappointment. He didn’t get far when the redhead grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back to quite possibly the worst kiss that had ever existed. Teeth clacked loudly as their noses bent at awkward angles from the sheer force inflicted by the redhead. He yowled when some chunks of Matthew’s hair jabbed at his eyeballs.

”Fuck!” Tyrell screeched. He whimpered, releasing his hold on the other boy’s shoulders, and tried to rub his eyes with a free hand. Matthew couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. The other boy caught that and gave him a dirty look.

“Giggling? You girl,” he hissed with an almost accusatory tone. The blond ignored both that and the comment as he leaned over to kiss him again.

Tyrell stiffened again for a few scant seconds before returning it eagerly, and when they pulled back, the redhead was grinning. “My kiss was better.”

Matthew scowled, starting to get off the bed. “I don’t think I’m in the mood anymore.”

Tyrell sputtered and tried to get his attention back. He grabbed his arm and tried to look seductive, which was frankly disturbing because he ended up looking like he was having a seizure. “Wait! I…Uh…” Something clicked in his mind and he began undulating, attempting to entice him with his (admittedly nice) dick. “Come on, you want some of this, don’tcha?”

Oddly enough, it worked.

Matthew blinked before reaching down and wrapping his fingers around the other boy’s cock. He gave it a hard yank, and Tyrell let out an unmanly squeak.

“…Sorry,” he muttered. He pressed his other hand against the other’s shaking thighs and massaged them to alleviate the pain. Tyrell pushed him away, much to his confusion.

“Hold on, I wanna try something,” he said. Matthew tilted his head quizzically, so he clarified after catching his breath, “You remember when my dad was screwing your dad?” At that, the blond made a face.

”Why did you have to remind me about that?” He punched the redhead’s shoulder.

“Ow!” He swung at him and missed. He pouted, rubbing his newly developing bruise. “Asshole… Anyway, I wanna try that. You know, me screwing you. Come on, let’s do it.”

Matthew shook his head and pointed at their cocks. He pulled off his shirt to give him a better view. “No. Look and compare them.” Tyrell obeyed while he continued to talk. “You’re going to kill me with that thing. If anything, you should be the one getting it up the butt, especially since you’re the one who wants to try it.”

He brain didn’t register that last sentence. “Yeah, your dick’s pretty small,” he stated stupidly. Matthew’s eyes narrowed and he bent down to yank at his cock again. Tyrell yowled and tried to pry his fingers off.

“Okay, okay! Not small! Not small! Just kinda smaller than mine! Stop!” he cried, poking at his waning erection when he let go. ”Why’re you attacking me there so much today?”

“Serves you right, jerk.” He flushed, already frustrated with his libido gradually taking over his mind. “And stop touching yourself!”

“Shut up!”

“It’s not broken! Just because it’s called a boner doesn’t mean that it has bones, you idiot!”

“I know that! It just really fucking hurts!”

“Then stop touching yourself, and let me look at it!”

Horrified, Tyrell edged away to the opposite end of the bed. ”Hell no! You’re probably gonna rip it off or something!”

“Fine!” Matthew couldn’t take it anymore and pounced, muffling his screams with his mouth. Venus psynergy emanated from the floor, and Tyrell’s eyes shot open when he felt the pain vanish from his erection due to a simple Cure.

Tyrell blinked when the other pulled away again. “Uh… Thanks. But this was all your damn fault!”

There was an audible snapping noise.

That did it. “Listen!” Matthew held him down by his shoulders and yelled, “Do you want me to fuck you or not?! Because I’ve just had about enough of this!!”

“Ha!” He shouted, pointing at him, “You cussed! I made you cuss! Damn, I’m awesome!”

“…That does it.” Matthew grabbed him by his sides and flipped him over with as much force as he could muster. Tyrell landed with a surprised grunt, and he turned his head slightly to glare at him. “I’m serious now. Are we going to do this or not?”

Several long seconds later, Tyrell grumbled something and anxiously pulled his knees forward, raising his ass in the air. Matthew pinched a cheek.

“What the hell?!” he shrieked.

“…Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.” Matthew paused, taking Tyrell’s silence as acceptance to his apology.

Silence.

He stared blankly at his friend’s butt and stammered, “I… I don’t what I’m supposed to do first… Do I just stick it in?”

Tyrell propped himself up by his elbows and angled his head toward him. “No. You just… Wait, I thought you already read about this from your dad’s books.”

“Well, yeah, but not those.” He blushed. “You’re the ’expert’ here, so tell me what to do.”

Tyrell snickered. “Alright, alright. Uh… Get something slippery first.”

“Oh. Could you open that top drawer to your right?” Tyrell obediently reached over to it, pulling it open. “There should be a bottle in there.” He took out a small bottle and squinted to read its faded label.

”Lotion? Man, you’re such a girl.”

“Shut up and just give it to me.” He tossed it to him wordlessly and turned away again. “Okay, so… Am I supposed to pour the stuff on there, on myself, or…?”

“Fingers.”

“What?”

“Use your fingers first.”

Matthew grimaced. “You mean inside? That’s gross...”

“Dad makes me clean myself there, so it’s not that nasty.” He pouted. “Come on, Matt. It’s the only way I know how we’re supposed to do it.” He raised himself up by his arms and waited quietly.

Nervously.

Matthew pursed his lips as he opened the lid, pouring some of the viscous fluid on his fingers. “Tell me if it hurts.”

“…Yeah, gotcha.”

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Tyrell bit his lower lip to keep himself from groaning. He was beyond hard, the tip of his cock brushed against the covers as he squirmed. There were at least two fingers inside now, and Matthew’s other hand was busy petting his flanks.

Tyrell shivered hen the other boy pulled his fingers out before returning with a third one, prodding inside as he continued to slick him up. The redhead lost what little self-control he had left and moaned loudly. Panting, he clutched at the sheets, wishing that Matthew would just get it over with or at least touch him. As if reading his mind, Matthew stopped petting him and dragged his hand below to gently stroke his cock.

It didn’t take much and he cried out hoarsely, blinking away spots, as his thighs trembled and arms gave out beneath him. Unfortunately for him, the blonde didn’t release his grip on his cock and continued to stroke him.

He shuddered, “Matt…”

The blond leaned over and kissed between his shoulder blades. He pulled his fingers out before positioning himself, and Tyrell couldn’t successfully stifle the small whimper that escaped from his throat. Matthew swallowed slowly, his thighs pressing against Tyrell's as he pushed in. The redhead groaned at the sensation, and his fingers automatically wound themselves into the soft blanket below, his own cock still in the blond’s grip making a strenuous effort to get hard again.

Matthew waited for a self-informed respectable amount of time for him to adjust, two seconds, before the clench of his muscles reminded him to start moving his hips. He braced one hand in the small of Tyrell's back, the other still wrapped around the other’s cock, as he thrusting hard into his body. Tyrell grunted as his hand latched onto the headboard of the bed as he tried to support himself.

Luckily for him, Matthew was a quick learner and he varied his thrusts once he got used to the tightness around his cock. As he alternated quick, shallow thrusts with slower, more deliberate ones, Tyrell shivered and trailed his free hand toward his growing erection and batted away Matthew’s to try to stroke himself in time with the other’s thrusts. The blond took the hint and wrapped his arm around his chest, no longer balancing it on his spine. The motion made him stretch forward, hunching himself onto Tyrell as he rested his cheek on his back, not letting up on the intensity of his thrusts.

He raised his cum-covered hand toward the redhead’s slack-jawed mouth and pressed against his lips, which he unintentionally took in. He coughed, surprised at the intrusion, before sucking on them.

Displeased with simply stroking his chest, Matthew trailed his palm across the expanse of Tyrell’s abs and petted the other’s hand, which was slowly pumping his now hard cock. He dug his fingers underneath the other’s slick grip and squeezed it tightly, savoring Tyrell’s stuttering groan. With that sign of weakness, he batted the redhead’s fingers away and stroked his erection vigorously, tracing over the glans with his thumb infrequently.

Tyrell choked, spitting out the blond’s fingers. Incoherent pleas were murmured as he pressed his face against the covers, eager for release again as he bucked against the cock in him and the hand around his.

Matthew felt himself getting close, so he slowed down his thrusts, much to Tyrell’s dismay. He was about to shout, complain, whine, beg, but the words kept getting tangled into moans in his throat. Once other boy tightened his grip on his straining cock even more, words were lost on him. His mind shut down and he violently bucked his hips, desperate to get off.

The blond took pity on him and quickened his thrusts again. And that was when Tyrell shouted, a strangled, scraping sound in his throat, as he came again, blissfully unaware of anything but the streams of hot semen escaping from his cock and pounding in his ass. Matthew’s fingers continued to rub against his overstimulated cock and he shivered, crying out a dry, stilted groan, before bonelessly slumping onto the bed. Matthew followed not soon after as his hips stilled.

Tyrell panted, trying to catch his breath. He idly noted that the blond was trailing feather-light kisses on his neck and couldn’t help but arch against him. He licked his lips. “Told you… it was gonna… be good…”

Matthew giggled and continued kissing him.

“…Giggling again?” he sluggishly asked, humor in his tone. “Man… You’re such a girl.”

“A girl who just screwed you up the ass,” he retorted.

And they laughed loudly.

---

“When should we be going back to the cabin?” Garet asked over his near-empty mug of beer. There were at least a half-dozen other cups and a small pile of coins by his side, his reward for the arm-wrestling competition in the Patcher’s lounge that took place several hours ago.

Currently, the building was empty, save for a few of the cleaning women.

“At least half a day,” Isaac calmly stated, placing his own relatively full mug onto a coaster. The other man raised an eyebrow. “Don’t rush it. They have to get it out of their system. Otherwise, we won’t be able to train them effectively.”

“Obviously.”

“I honestly couldn’t believe it myself,” he sighed and rubbed at his temples. “Did they honestly think that we didn’t notice them dry humping each other in that headlock?”

Garet shrugged indifferently, wobbling slightly. “You’re just inattentive sometimes. Like that time last week when I was stroking you through your pants while you were stressed out again. Apparently, you didn’t even notice, since you didn’t react.” His slammed his hands on the table, rattling Isaac’s mug. “That’s right. You didn’t react to someone jerking you off. At. All.”

Isaac blinked owlishly and opened his mouth to say something. He felt stares at the back of his head, no doubt the women were looking at them, and his face reddened immediately. He grabbed Garet by the collar and yanked him down.

“You’re not supposed to mention that in public,” he hissed.

Garet closed in on him and slurred, “Make me.”

Isaac’s eyes narrowed and he turned to face one of the women. He nodded at her politely as he hefted Garet’s arm over his shoulders, idly packing the coins in a small bag that was tied to his belt. “I apologize, but please excuse us.”

He walked over to an empty room, carrying his friend along, and shut the door.

The click echoed throughout the building when he locked it.

You = god-tier.

Also, LOL @ random opening with Amiti.

Haha, thanks. Glad you liked it.

That was so deliciously, awkwardly, beautifully, hilariously pornographic I don't even know how to feel right now.
So I'll just agree with my fellow reply-anon: you = god-tier

And that was one of weirdest extended descriptions of anything that I've read. XD

Hope the feelings aren't negative though.

Have no fear, they are fantastically positive.

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