Golden Sun kink meme, round 2.

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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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A Helping Hand: Revised 9/?

[(Anonymous)]

Isaac didn’t even realize that he came, convulsing while Garet still continued to pull out, push in, slowly and steadily, regardless of his groans. And then was a pause before he leaned forward, sagging against the blond’s chest, pushing himself in as deep as possible wherein he bucked his hips, putting his whole body into it, each slam loud and quick. The pressure was dizzying and Isaac clamored for a hold on the edges of table, his cock still hard, aching and dragging against their torsos.

Without a counterbalance, each successive thrust rammed his body against the wood, several scrolls rolling off, and he cried out, barely able to breathe when Garet let go of one his legs and circled an arm around a thigh to wrap his fingers around his overstimulated cock. He groaned weakly, his mind losing focus as pleasure spread throughout his body.

Movements became uncoordinated, but Isaac didn’t care. Didn’t care about the splinters digging into his fingers. About the shredded notes that he had devoted several long nights to analyze. About anything at all so long as Garet continued pounding into him hard, forever. He was too out of his mind to care about anything else anymore, mouthing voicelessly for more, making harsh, broken whimpers at the back of his throat. And when Garet shifted, whispering something that his sex-addled mind barely managed to comprehend, arms tensing, Isaac wheezed, breathless, as he drove himself down on Garet’s cock. And Garet shook, violently thrusting, lifting him off the wood with each snap of his hips.

As his movements slowed, Isaac made a low keening sound, body trembling. He vaguely felt disappointed before the hand on his erection tightened as Garet rotated his hips slightly before steadily thrusting again, and Isaac shuddered, arms straining on their hold on the table as his body spasmed, arching his back. His vision spun, and his eyes fell shut. And his mind drifted, satiated and content when he finally came, letting out a long, hoarse moan as his mind blacked out just for that instant. And he collapsed, chest heaving while he gasped for air. Garet followed as his hips stilled, slumping forward, careful to avoid hitting him.

Isaac panted and opened his eyes, dazed. Ignoring the ache in his arms, he tiredly pulled Garet’s body to his for long, drawn-out hug.

“…Thank you.”

And then the front door slammed open.

They froze.

“Hey, dad!” Tyrell bellowed, hoisting the large fish that was slung over his shoulder. His clothes had a light covering a grass and dirt. A despondent Matthew stood beside him. “Look what I—HOLY SHIT! MY EYES! MY FUCKING AWESOME EYES! OLD MAN SEX! AUGHHH!”

The blond stood rooted on the spot, expression frozen in horror. “…D…D…D…”

“Tyrell? Matthew? What are you talking… oh,” Karis gasped once she arrived at the scene. Being the first to regain her composure after mentally approving of the two men splayed right in front of her, she quickly ran inside and struggled to push the boys out. “Oh, well!” she squeaked, almost drowned out by Tyrell’s screams, “It looks like they’re busy right now!”

Matthew made a strangely incoherent gurgling noise.

“Um, er… Sorry, Isaac! Garet!” she called back as if she wasn’t interrupted, “We’ll come back in a few minutes!” The blond frantically shook his head, crouching down and hugging his knees in a fetal position. She saw that and tried again. “Um, hours!”

”DAYS!!” Tyrell shrieked at the top of his lungs before dropping the fish and running off, shouting obscenities for his poor corneas.

Karis stared at the empty spot where the redhead was previously standing and tried to drag Matthew’s immobile form out, frequently glancing at both Isaac and Garet. After getting him out of their line sight, she couldn’t help but sprint back in and gawk at them, imprinting the image into her memory banks. Once satisfied, she grinned and slammed the door closed, all while shouting at Tyrell.

“Wait! Don’t—!”

”NO!! IT BURNS!!”

“Matthew! Wake up!”

“…D… D… D…”

As their voices trailed off, along with a nearby explosion, Garet recoiled, not without noticing Isaac’s jerk as he pulled himself out. He cleared his throat and tried to act nonchalant. “Well, that certainly killed the mood.”