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SUPER SMASH BROS KINK MEME [Mar. 21st, 2008|09:57 pm]
Hit it like a smash ball!


ANONYMOUSLY post a pairing and a kink. This meme is open to ALL pairings and ALL kinks. Yaoi, Yuri, and Het is welcome here. Fluffy kinks, gory kinks, gross kinks, what have you. Even Gen if that is, as they say, what floats your boat. Anything goes! It. Doesn't. Matter. Just post it, Anons!

After that, your request will be filled out by ANONYMOUS.

If you make a request, please fill one out in return. We don't want all requests and no fics! Also, if a pairing and/or kink inspires you, but it's already filled out, don't back off - more than one submission per kink is acceptable! If it inspires you, who cares? Write!


List of unfilled prompts is here.

Index of filled prompts is here.

---Keep it anonymous on this thread! There will be another post for self-outings.
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---One prompt per comment, please.
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---DO NOT POST MORE PROMPTS THAN YOU FILL OUT. Yes, I know I already said this, but it bears repeating.
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READY? 3...2...1...GO!

From: (Anonymous)
2008-07-01 08:03 pm (UTC)

Ike has a huge secret.

And that secret is... Ike is extremely ticklish.
Marth finds out and proceeds to tickle him uncontrollably, and then it gets really awkward between the two... and stuff happens ;D
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From: (Anonymous)
2008-07-01 08:27 pm (UTC)


That has to be one of the best kinks I've ever seen for these two. x3
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From: (Anonymous)
2008-07-02 09:57 pm (UTC)


A-actually, I might try to write this myself, but I'm not very good at, ahem, "stuff", only fluff. xDD
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From: (Anonymous)
2008-07-07 04:59 am (UTC)


Not OP, but I say go for the fluff anyway! X3
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From: (Anonymous)
2008-08-29 04:29 am (UTC)


It doesn't have to have smut.. just as long as they kiss I'm fine with it. :3
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From: (Anonymous)
2008-07-02 06:18 pm (UTC)


seconded for all its worth!
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From: (Anonymous)
2008-07-09 04:56 am (UTC)


muuuuuuuuuuuuuust be done!!
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From: (Anonymous)
2008-07-09 11:21 pm (UTC)


Ho shit I really hope someone writes this D:
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From: (Anonymous)
2008-09-07 11:09 pm (UTC)



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From: (Anonymous)
2008-09-19 09:12 pm (UTC)


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From: (Anonymous)
2008-10-21 06:31 pm (UTC)

Observations on the Social Habits and General Attractiveness of one Ike, Blue-haired Smasher #2(1/3)

Ike had this peculiar habit, Marth saw. He’d make a concerted effort to make sure people didn’t touch him much, period. His neck, back, unarmored shoulder, and sides were all especially taboo. The fact that Ike led a mercenary company and lived a soldier's life lent sense to such habits, but only to a certain extent. No soldier--no, Marth corrected himself, no sane soldier could stay alive while being isolated from any sort of human contact. Even so, the group of Smashers whom Ike actually spoke to tended towards shrinking dramatically as he ascertained who was touchy-feely and who tended to keep their hands (paws, claws, or puffy stubs) to themselves.

Eventually, he only really ever spent time with Wolf (who was also touchy about contact, so he never had to worry about that), Meta Knight, Pit (who had gotten over his initial shock at being shorter than anybody who wasn't his goddess) and Marth, who had spent enough time observing Ike (discreetly, of course) to know better than to touch him. Although the routine suffered some shuffling along the way, generally the established routine became that every day Ike would randomly pick one of the four to configure his schedule around. Sometimes he chose the same person twice in a row; on rare occasions, this would happen for a week straight.
Normally this might have caused some strife among the other “friends” in the group, Marth thought, but Ike was in no way anyone’s idol (except perhaps for the children) and so such trouble was avoided due to the networks the other Smashers frequented. Meta Knight, for all his professed dislike for Kirby, avoided being cruel to the pink puffball; Pit was an angel and generally tried his best to get along well with everyone regardless of their history. Wolf had a long-distance communicator.

And himself? Marth could also get along well with most of the Smashers, but he tended to avoid the villain-types. Perhaps it was from remembering the jibes when he’d first been inducted, but despite his pretty looks (was it a crime to care about his appearance?) he objected rather highly to being thought of as… feminine. Yes, the princesses sometimes came to him for advice on dressing up for nights out on the town, but that made him… well, that put him into the archetype of the “gay best friend/fashion consultant.” He wondered occasionally if this was also what Ike thought of him, but Ike never seemed to care about things like that so it was probably not really necessary to ask. Besides, having a conversation like that would probably lead to the inevitable question of whether he found his probably straight roommate attractive, which would lead to an unnecessary feeling of awkwardness every time they were in a room alone.

Happily (or not so much, depending on the circumstances) he and Ike just so happened to share a room. One day Ike would probably apply to change rooms, or just to get his own room, and then the happy coincidence would be no more, but until then… until then, Marth would enjoy monopolizing Ike’s time in the evenings. “Happily” certainly didn’t extend to the time Ike casually commented, “You remind me of this princess back home...”
Although he’d not meant it in any offensive way, the prince’s patience had already been worn thin that day and he’d not seen fit to dignify that with a response; instead Marth had stalked out of the room and slept on the common room couch that night. (The prince had risked molestation, Peach and Zelda would scold the mercenary later, and Ike hadn’t brought it up since.)
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From: (Anonymous)
2008-10-21 06:35 pm (UTC)

Observations on the Social Habits and General Attractiveness of one Ike, Blue-haired Smasher #2(2/3)

It had surprised Marth, however, when Ike came to apologize about the comment—so much, in fact, that instead of just accepting the apology he asked him to explain why he thought that. He didn’t think it would be all that complicated.
Instead of the expected “you look like a girl” that Marth had assumed, however, Ike launched into a narrative about the Princess Crimea. She was beautiful, she was kind, and she wasn’t like the rest of the nobles the mercenary had ever met. Of arrogance, she had little (Marth cringed slightly as he realized that to assume Ike had said he was like this princess based purely on his appearance had been a little—no, very self-centered of him); of pride in her country and hope that it would flourish under her rule she had much. Of hope in general, hers was boundless.

“Do you love this princess?” the prince dared to ask.

Ike thought about it for a moment, and then replied, “No. But I respect her courage for trusting her life to a band of mercenaries, and then stepping onto the battlefield herself. She’ll make a great queen.”

In the ensuing silence, Marth noticed that the mercenary had not chosen his own bed to make himself comfy on—no, Ike was sitting next to him on the prince’s bed and it was making Marth a little giddy, yes. Close proximity wasn’t exactly helpful—now, how to defuse this… “Ike, if I may be so blunt, why do you not let anyone touch you at all?”

“… It’s not something we do casually in Crimea,” Ike mumbled, face tinted slightly pink. Immediately the prince knew his roommate wasn’t telling the entire truth.

“Even on the shoulder?” Marth persisted, eyes moving to the other swordsman’s shoulders now uncovered by cape and light armor. “Even just by accident?” He tugged gently on one of the tails of Ike’s headband and ever so lightly brushed his pinky finger over the cloth on Ike’s shoulder.

The mercenary yelped, then clapped his hands over his mouth as if to try to retract the sound. Hearing this, the prince raised an elegant eyebrow. “Are you… perhaps… ticklish?”

“No!” Ike responded, a little too quickly and a little too defensively.
“I see.” Not convinced, but nevertheless very tempted, Marth gave in and scurried fingers up Ike’s side. The response was instantaneous.

“Hahaha, no, stop that!” The cat was out of the bag. Ike would have clapped hands over his mouth again, except he was trying to get Marth to stop tickling him first!

“Hm. I don’t think so… this is a little too much fun to quit right away!” The prince smiled mercilessly and tipped the mercenary over onto the bed, straddling him so he couldn’t easily escape.

“That’s—gahahaha—not fair! Stop tha—hahahaha, nooo, hahahaha, get off me Marth!” Barely able to string sentences together, Ike laughed and squirmed under Marth’s tickling fingers.
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From: (Anonymous)
2008-10-21 06:40 pm (UTC)

Observations on the Social Habits and General Attractiveness of one Ike, Blue-haired Smasher #2|3/3

Finding Ike attractive was really, really very unhelpful right now, the prince thought. Especially with the way he was moving under him… oh no. Nonono. Not right now…

“Hahaha—ngh… okay, I think we should—hahaha—stop now… Goddess, Marth, stop tickling me, hahaha, please—aahh…” Apparently Ike was having the same problem. The prince stopped tickling the mercenary and remained where he was, afraid that moving would cause Ike to come to his senses and lash out.

After a long pause, he murmured, “Ike… are you all right? I am sorry. I should not have exploited this discovery, but I did not take heed of my better judgment.” And now look at the mess I have gotten myself into… is this what they call karma?

“I think you should’ve just told me you were into this kind of thing, Marth,” Ike declared, cheerfully. He sat up, careful not to push the prince off of him, and—very deliberately—rocked his hips into Marth’s, that insufferable grin never leaving his face.

“I would have never thought that my being molested would come at your hands, Ike,” chided the prince, but he (fully relieved that Ike was a] willing and b] not angry) pressed himself flush against Ike’s battle-hardened musculature and sucked teasingly at the mercenary’s lower lip.

Ike kissed him, just briefly, and asked, “Well, are you okay with this? It feels like you like it… do you?”

“Yes,” the prince whispered against Ike’s mouth. “To both questions, yes a thousand times.”

“Good.” Shifting them both properly onto the bed, Ike tipped them the other way, landing Marth on his back. “Good,” he repeated, starting to undo the buckle of Marth’s belt. “I was starting to wonder if I’d have to resort to Aimee’s tactics.”


“She’s a merchant whose convoy travels with our mercenary band. She… stalks me, I suppose is the simplest way to put it.”


Suddenly, both parties felt very awkward, period. “Maybe… maybe we should save this for another time,” Ike mumbled.

“Very well.” Marth tried not to look too disappointed. “I suppose I will have to tickle you again some other time, then.

“Oh yes. About that…” Ike loomed large over Marth, who still lay on the bed. “I do have to do something about that…”

The prince fought the urge to squeak. “And that would be…?”

“This.” Suddenly Ike’s fingers were scurrying up his sides and Marth squirmed, laughed, and almost cried. See, the thing was, he was ticklish too.

I'm sorry about my epic fail. D: I tried. I also have no idea how much text one comment holds, so I split it into three to be safe. D:
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From: (Anonymous)
2008-10-23 03:11 am (UTC)

Not OP

KEEEEE~~~ I've been waiting forever for this!

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From: (Anonymous)
2008-11-04 10:42 am (UTC)


Yeh, this rules... ^^
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