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09 October 2007 @ 05:42 pm
The Official Samurai Champloo Anon Kink Meme!  
This idea was stolen from many people throughout the internets! I've searched high and low for a kink meme for this fandom, to no avail. Soooooooo, I now present to you...

The Official Samurai Champloo Kink Meme!


Here's how it works.

Post an ANONYMOUSE request. You can request a single character, a pairing, a threesome, or more. IT doesn't matter.


This isn't a pairing meme. For a guide to kinkage, please refer to this post

STAY ANONYMOUSE! If and when this meme picks up, I will happily create an un-anon-ing post for you. You are free to do whatever you want with your own fics/art. Post them on jupiter, if you so wish!

Read it, try to fill requests, too. If you don't? This meme will die.

Any and all requests without a kink will be removed.
Asshattery will be removed.
Shipwar bullshit will be removed.
Flaming will be removed.

If you don't like it? Don't read it.

Have fun kittuns!

Please to be pimping this out!

*Kink Meme Master List here
(Anonymous) on October 10th, 2007 04:15 am (UTC)
Single character, fic/art or BOTH (would love both)

But MUGEN! In all his manhood-ness. Just, whatever you can think of. As long as it's plenty of Mugen, and plenty of kink.

...Thank you ^^
Samanthaevergrnterrace on October 10th, 2007 09:25 am (UTC)
Need a kink, please...

If you give one, I shall try my damndest.
Re: I AM REQUESTING! - (Anonymous) on October 12th, 2007 06:19 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on October 10th, 2007 05:30 am (UTC)
Kink meme. =o
Haha. SamChamp kink meme opens all sorts of possibilities. I request a MUGEN/JIN. And lemme wander through the kink master list. I'll close my eyes and scroll around and point randomly. And it's.....

*headdesk* Figures I'd get a weird one, huh?

"School themes and fetishization (boarding schools; dojos; scholarly gowns and uniforms; sailor fuku; prep school chic; teacher/student pairings; donnish or professorial characters; prefects/head boys; caning; schoolboy hijinks or sexual discovery; military academies; tutoring and teaching in general; see also Conditioning)"

Samurai Champloo school fetishes. DOES NOT COMPUTE. O_O
(Anonymous) on November 27th, 2007 08:24 am (UTC)
part 1
Jin was used to this by now; in traveling and being as poor as they were, you got used to sleeping in whatever suitable place you could find, never mind pay for.

However, this was the first time they’d stayed in an abandoned dojo.

That night, Fuu was gone working so of course Mugen was all over him. Jin attempted to ignore it, but that got a little difficult when he had Mugen all but draped about his shoulders, mouthing at that certain spot on his neck.

“C’mo~on,” Mugen wheedled, “she won’t be back for hours.”

Which is true, and it feels so good when Mugen--ah--does that. So Jin yields to the kiss he’s given, letting Mugen bend him back. Until something catches his eye on a break for oxygen. He gets up, leaving Mugen bereft.

“Hey!” he calls, “we were just getting to the good part!”

Jin isn’t really paying attention. He pulls open the door--and yes, he was right. It’s just where it was in his own dojo, though this one seems to have been far fancier. There are still a few uniforms left in his closet. He digs through until he finds one that looks like it’ll fit, and holds it up in front of Mugen. Oh yes. That would do nicely.

“What’re you doing?” Mugen comes up and gives the outfit a speculative look. “The hell’s this?”

“It’s the uniform of a dojo student.” Simple, white and black, roomy for greater movement. “I’d like you to put it on.”

“Seriously?” Mugen takes the garment from Jin. “How co--” then he gets it, and his grin spreads into a dirty leer. “Ohh, you want me to be your little student, eh?”

Jin is upon him with frightening speed, gripping Mugen’s chin with hard fingers. “Students shouldn’t ask such impudent questions,” he says, voice still level and dry as always.

Mugen blinks as his face is released. Okay. That’s where they are. Still, he can’t help the little smile that curls his lips as he ducks in a sloppy bow.

“Very good. Now, put on your uniform.”
part 2 - (Anonymous) on November 27th, 2007 08:26 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: part 2 - evergrnterrace on November 27th, 2007 12:18 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: part 2 - (Anonymous) on November 27th, 2007 01:26 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: part 2 - (Anonymous) on November 28th, 2007 04:17 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: part 2 - (Anonymous) on November 28th, 2007 02:45 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: part 2 - (Anonymous) on November 28th, 2007 04:16 am (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on October 10th, 2007 03:34 pm (UTC)
Karyia/Jin, dominance submission please!
(Anonymous) on February 8th, 2008 06:54 am (UTC)
DAMN IT MEME DON'T YOU DIE ON ME~ *chest compressions*


“Hands and knees.”

Despite the blindfold, Jin’s eyes widen in reflex, pupils expanding. He drops shakily to his knees, feeling for the floor with palms awkwardly splayed (his wrists are bound). Somewhere behind him, Kariya chuckles. There’s a hard tug at the back of Jin’s head as the blindfold is pulled tighter.

“Good. Now, open your mouth.”

Swallowing back the noises in his throat, Jin parts his lips, but can’t help gasping when the cold, blunt edge of a blade nudges his mouth open further. The opposite edge, sharpened, scrapes at his bottom lip. A soft, helpless sound works out of him and Jin feels his face heat with shame, feels blood jolt down his body.

Thick cloth shifts, Kariya sighs from somewhere above and in front of him. The blade’s removed, replaced by something hot and soft resting heavy on his lip. Jin moans softly as Kariya’s scent overtakes his senses, hips pumping mindlessly as his cock throbs.

“Suck,” Kariya growls. Jin closes his lips eagerly, laving his tongue around the head. He finds a sensitive spot under the cap and Kariya grunts, mutters praise. Jin aches. He goes down as far as he can, feeling his mouth stretch. Kariya’s hips rock slowly into his mouth, until a large hand grips the back of his head.

“Open up,” Kariya sighs, thrusting deeper, much deeper. Jin flounders for a moment, gagging, until he swallows and the cock slides smoothly down his throat. His legs weaken and his body prickles with heat, breath snorting fitfully through his nose. Small noises keep escaping around his mouthful. Jin swallows in pulses until Kariya groans and comes down his throat, grinding against his face. Moaning, Jin shudders through his own orgasm, fingers curling against the hard floor.

When it passes, he pulls back, tries to work his jaw back into place. Kariya cups his chin, tilting Jin’s face up. He looks at the come splattered on the floor and the way Jin’s limbs shake. “Good,” he smiles, warmly, “very good.”


ngh - (Anonymous) on December 8th, 2009 06:37 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on October 10th, 2007 03:36 pm (UTC)

Delayed gratification
(Anonymous) on November 26th, 2007 05:19 am (UTC)
"Bitch." Mugen barely grits it out, word squished between their mouths; Yatsuha grins against his bruised lips and lovingly throws the name back.

There is something like déjà vu in this - she learning forward with her hands and body promising things, only to pull away smiling, leave him aching. Pity he hadn’t been conscious to hear her promising marriage, pity he hadn’t expected it when she found him in the room of some cheap inn. Hadn’t expected it, but adjusted perfectly fine, grinning drunkenly and saying hey, come back to make good on those promises, huh?

She just laughed, which should’ve been his first sign.

Long calloused fingers slide down the sweat and strain of his torso, brushing across his hips. Mugen clenches his jaw against the word “please,” because god damn it he’s not going to beg. Fingernails scratch lightly at the insides of his thighs and the moan Mugen stifles comes out as an embarrassing whimper.

He’s sore, bruises’re probably forming on him right now; when she’d tried to tie his hands he’d kicked out and they’d fallen to fighting. Rolling one over another, she couldn’t do that fancy leaping shit because he had her on the ground and wouldn’t let her up. But she found her way, punching him in the face and using unusually strong thighs to pin him.

A hand wraps around his cock, drying stickily from when she sucked him earlier, and Mugen twists towards it, clenching his teeth. So fucking close, but the friction isn’t enough, her grip’s too loose. Breath sobs into his lungs and it takes effort to stop it from doing the same on the way out as he shoves his hips forward.

Somewhere above him, Yatsuha’s giggling to herself. “Fuck,” Mugen groans, head rolling on his corded neck. All touch leaves him and he feels blind; just the dim ceiling above, his own blood-hazed vision that throbs with his cock. When Yatsuha comes back, she’s topless, tight shirt peeled off, and Mugen quietly thanks god for the perfect breasts in front of him; flushed, her nipples hard. He wants to touch them, and momentarily forgets about the rope around his wrists, swearing when it rubs against the already raw skin. He tries to use his mouth but she pulls away, smiling. The fabric of her little skirt is hitched up around her waist, Mugen can feel her slick heat on his stomach as she straddles him and he thinks maybe he might die.

But, yes, oh god, blessedly, she grabs his cock around the base, raises up and sinks slowly down onto him. Mugen spills out a flood of grateful obscenities, the only noise Yatsuha makes is a soft liquid moan. She rides him in quick rolling pulses and his muscles burn as he slams his hips up to meet her. He’s almost there, world tightening to a sharp point, when Yatsuha grins, fumbles between them and fastens something around the base of his cock.

His orgasm backs off. Mugen can’t help it; the word please breaks out of his lungs. More follow behind it, groaned out in a litany.

She doesn’t let him go until she comes herself, leaning down to make sure he hears her sighs and moans. When she pulls the cockring off, Mugen yells (it’s almost a scream) and comes, body tightening uncontrollably, toes curling. Then he blacks out.

When he wakes up, he’s untied and Yatsuha’s gone. A note on top of his clothes says See you later! Mugen stretches his sore limbs. Sounds good to him.


*blushomg* I hope it's okay.
(no subject) - (Anonymous) on November 26th, 2007 01:34 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - (Anonymous) on November 28th, 2007 04:15 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - (Anonymous) on November 27th, 2007 06:11 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - (Anonymous) on November 28th, 2007 02:44 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - (Anonymous) on October 18th, 2008 05:04 am (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on October 10th, 2007 07:19 pm (UTC)
[your choice] x Mugen
kink: spreader bar, paddle, and/or muzzle gag

Mugen x Fuu
kink: tickling

(Anonymous) on November 28th, 2007 05:15 am (UTC)
The first request inspired Anonymous to make a drawing :D

(no subject) - (Anonymous) on December 10th, 2007 10:14 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on October 10th, 2007 09:49 pm (UTC)
Jin/Yukimaru: roleplaying
(Anonymous) on February 8th, 2008 07:56 am (UTC)


“What on earth are you doing?”

At the cold tone, Jin looks up from where he’s pretending to struggle with Yukimaru’s hakama. “I’m just…” he keeps his voice low, respectful. “Is this wrong?” he gestures with the ties tangled around his fingers.

Yukimaru just smirks. Apologizing quietly, Jin ducks his head. This had been Yuki’s idea and he was glad to try something new, but he felt strange slipping into so vulnerable a place. Still, he tries his best. Getting up, Yuki pushes Jin back until he can get his hands on the ties of Jin’s own hakama, undoing them quickly.

“See here,” he says, demonstrating the knots quickly. Yuki leans in, mouth at Jin’s throat. “What, did someone have to tie this for you?”

Jin’s mouth tightens, he nods, finding a blush coming naturally. A laugh gusts against his throat, damp, and Yuki slips a dry hand under his clothes, rubbing across Jin’s nipples. “Is this your first time?” The question is low, almost growling as a boy who Jin usually recognizes as kouhai prowls closer.

“Yes,” Jin lies shakily. This is his part - virgin, naïve, with Yukimaru as some sort of predatory lord.

There’s a satisfied utterance of “mm,” Yuki’s free hand circles loosely around Jin’s throat. “And how are you at kissing?”

“I-,” is all Jin can get out, before Yuki is pressing their mouths together, rushed, slipping for a moment before remembering who he’s supposed to be. His hands strip Jin’s clothes off in a quick, businesslike way, eager to get to skin. Jin’s always been pale, and Yuki leaves red marks with the pressure he’s using.

Squirming slightly, Jin manages to gasp, “please…gentler…”. Yuki grins and grinds his hips down.

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, pulling off his own clothes. “I’ll be quite careful with you.”

He slowly, methodically prepares Jin, in a way he was never allowed to before, long fingers fucking slickly in and out and making the body around them writhe. “What do you want?” Yukimaru asks as Jin mouths the air, frustrated. “Would you like me to fuck you?”

Again, Jin nods shyly, finding it coming easier and easier. Yuki kneels up, pulling Jin’s hips into his lap, too excited to say anything more. He pushes in slowly, making them both gasp. From there it’s not much more than “so good,” and “yes,” and “ah--Jin!”, just before Yuki comes, letting himself go a few seconds after Jin.

After cleaning up, they lay half-snuggled together, drifting to sleep. “Thanks,” Yukimaru yawns. “You were great.”

Jin smiles to himself, too tired to say much. Perhaps they’d try that again sometime.


(no subject) - (Anonymous) on April 19th, 2008 08:13 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - (Anonymous) on October 18th, 2008 05:07 am (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on October 10th, 2007 09:51 pm (UTC)
Jin/Mugen bloodplay, with or without BDSM elements, would be amazing.
(Anonymous) on October 11th, 2007 12:39 am (UTC)
Anonymous duly complies!

The ropes are hot against Jin's wrists. Skin rubbed warm and raw with friction, Jin strains against his bonds.

These ropes, they burn.

The cold tip of the sword slides searingly against his stomach. He wrenches away, muscles corded under pale, pale skin.

"Mugen . . . ," he hisses. A plea to stop, a cry for more.

Thin stinging lines trace over Jin's torso, a latticework of red lace on white.

Mugen bends his head to touch his tongue to Jin's blood, tasting it, savoring it, smearing it like paint against canvas. The wet sounds his mouth makes are obscene, disgusting.

Jin shivers, cock and nipples hardening.

Mugen's rough fingers press into the cuts and the salt smarts, makes Jin shudder, squirm against the blistering ropes that bind him. The pain is a blessing, a curse, a gift.

The stubble from Mugen's cheek scratches as it passes against Jin's cock, but his tongue is hot and slippery from blood and saliva. Mugen wipes his fingers in Jin's blood and presses them against his opening, forces them in – a slow burning inside. Stretched, torn, bleeding, Jin moans.

The fingers worm inside him, twisting and crooking, half-slicked in red and saliva. It's not enough. It hurts. It hurts and Jin revels in it.

Crimson smeared.

When Mugen pushes in, Jin squeezes his eyes shut. His mouth is slack and panting, and his chest moves, quick and shallow. His nipples are peaked and dusky. His body tenses.

In. Out. Mugen's cock is hot within him. His own points stiffly upwards. Mugen takes his blood-sticky hand and wraps it around Jin, squeezes and pulls.

Jin gasps, whimpers, arches his hips up towards every painful thrust, every red-tinted constriction.

Hard. Hot. Burning.

Orgasm is a blow to the face. Jin's head snaps back, his back arches, his hips jerk. The ropes rip his wrists and ankles.

He collapses. And still he's bound. Bleeding. Captive.
anon delivers! - (Anonymous) on October 11th, 2007 12:10 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on October 11th, 2007 12:43 am (UTC)
Anonymous would like to request:

Mugen/Jin, erotic torture and toys.

(Anonymous) on November 28th, 2007 02:43 am (UTC)
Anonymous will try to fulfill.
I'm sure I didn't get the erotic torture, but does this count as toys? - (Anonymous) on September 4th, 2009 04:23 am (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on October 11th, 2007 03:16 am (UTC)
Mugen/Jin/Fuu, with androgynous or cross-dressing Fuu, please. :3
(Anonymous) on October 12th, 2007 03:05 pm (UTC)
anon was inspired
Anon hopes this will do. Anon also hopes she's doing this right. She was inspired by hte prompt to write directly into comments and hopes this isn't complete ass.


When his eyes where shut tight, like now, when he placed his hands just so, the bony ridges of spine reminded him of the boy. The one in Ryukyu. His first. Delicate, pretty but tough, like the person under his hands now.

Don't open your eyes.

A strong grasp on his own shoulders dug into corded muscles. Vice-like fingers tightening until he winced and swallowed a surprised cry of pain. It came out as a strangled grunt. A sharp knee pushing into his back, arching him, almost made him lose his grip so he grabbed harder. He could feel tendons grate against the fine bones of a thin wrist. His fingers sank into the tight flesh of a slim thigh. He expected a scream, something that would break the illusion and shatter his memories but it didn't come. All he heard was panting, his and the other two, loud against the drone of cicadas.

He grit his teeth and rolled his hips forward, pushing into softness - softer than he remembered, but it felt good, so good.

"Yuri," he gasped before he could stop himself. He know this would raise questions later but right now he didn't care.

It was hot, almost as hot a Ryukyu and maybe that was why his mind was going where it was. He could feel the sweat dripping from his brow. A droplet ran down the bridge of his nose and clung to the tip. He licked it off. More ran into his eyes and beaded on his lashes. All the more reason to keep them closed.

He pulled back and pushed again, then stopped and waited, trembling. The hands on his shoulders wandered down over his upper arms, down to his ribs, still kneading, still demanding.

He was so hard he could barely stand it and he pushed again, pulling back quickly so as not to lose control. The gasp beneath him was too high pitched and he growled low in his throat.


He groaned despite himself when then wiry body of the man behind pressed against his back, hard cock sliding against the cleft of his ass.

He tensed, expecting the worst and the vision of another face sprang to mind. But the man behind was no Mukuro. He relaxed as a forceful but easy rhythm was established. The other's thin but powerful thighs straddled his hips, clenching tight. He could feel the other swell and pulse between the cheeks of his ass and he wanted to scream with need. Instead he let his body do the talking.

The person below him whimpered low - Yuri, oh Yuri, are you even alive now - but the narrow torso writhed, hips thrusting up, silently begging for more.

And he gave - gave all he had - all the memories, the pain, the pleasure. And it was swallowed up like blood in the sand, barely leaving a stain.

A cry was torn from his chest as his body heaved, pushed and pushing, forced and forceful. His cock relieved by softness so like, yet so different. But the intent was the same - made it so easy to whisper that name as the last of the need spurted, same as the hot cum now coating the small of his back.

Re: anon was inspired - (Anonymous) on October 12th, 2007 05:05 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: anon was inspired - (Anonymous) on October 12th, 2007 06:44 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on October 11th, 2007 12:08 pm (UTC)
Jin/Yukimaru = fightsex/sparringsex... sparring that turns into fightsex? first time

Kink = mild bondage, props for interesting use of the word please
(Anonymous) on October 11th, 2007 01:33 pm (UTC)
Mugen/Fuu skullfuck
(Anonymous) on October 11th, 2007 09:52 pm (UTC)
Jin/Mugen, candle wax
(Anonymous) on February 10th, 2008 02:26 am (UTC)
I hope anon does not mind a pencil sketch~


ha ha oh wow I'm late.
(Anonymous) on October 23rd, 2007 01:12 am (UTC)
Here's Mine
It seems I'm always late to the party.
First time and Mugen tops
(Anonymous) on November 5th, 2007 10:46 am (UTC)
Fuu masturbation, please.
(Anonymous) on February 20th, 2008 04:53 am (UTC)
a little late, but...
anon hopes this is what you wanted. thx for inspiration. sorry its so long (had to cut some out)!

Settling more comfortably into her futon, she spread her legs and sighed. This wasn't the first time she had touched herself, but it was certainly the first time she did it with a specific sexual intent. Mugen once tried giving her explicit details about what it was like to come before Jin gave him The Glare of Doom and all talk on the matter ceased. From what Fuu gathered, it was bliss she was missing out on.

The tiny room was stiflingly warm and her nervousness wasn't making it any cooler. Her heart was racing and there was an unexplainable heat wafting from between her spread legs. The more she thought about what she was doing, the hotter she became. A smile grew slowly on her lips as she let her eyes slide closed and set her attention fully on the task at hand.

Moving her fingers deftly over her breasts, she let them dance around her nipples, pinching them curiously when they hardened. Recalling one of Mugen's many tales, she stuck two fingers in her mouth and laved them with her tongue. Bringing the wet digits back to her breast, she rubbed them over the sensitive tips if her nipple while her other hand began mimicking it's counterpart.

Pleasure began to bubble in her belly, spreading an enjoyable, almost uncomfortable warmth throughout her body. Her skin seemed hyper aware of everything that it touched; the soft material of her yukata open beneath her, dark hair weighing heavily over her shoulders, the air pressing against her. She exhaled softly as her hands continued their feather light exploration of her body.

The softness of her own skin amazed her and she found her hands tracing each contour and slope of the curves under them. Intrigued by her own hips she flattened out her palms and slid them further down.

The hair of her pubis made her blush. She'd heard from Mugen and even some of the women she'd worked with in the tea houses that some girls shaved down there. Always put off by the unnaturalness of the idea, Fuu would grimace and unconsciously cross her legs.

Her fingers found their way through the dampening curls and she let out a loud gasp when she brushed over her most sensitive spot. Her breathing caught in her throat and she knew, instinctively, that this was where bliss was.

Patience was not really a strong point, but Fuu calmed herself and let her fingers wander lower. She blushed deeper as she felt her own wetness and felt a giggle slip past her lips. She'd made herself this eager and hadn't yet had to resort to naughty images, as Mugen did.

She slipped the tip of her finger inside herself and was further amazed at her own body. The heat was searing and her muscles were clenching around her tightly, grasping for purchase. It was then she noticed that her hips were lifting slightly off the futon and the moans she thought were in her head were being vocalized quiet loudly.

Adding another hand, she stroked her sweet spot again and pushed her finger in deeper. Her legs opened wider to accommodate her hands and her back arched. She prodded her opening tentatively with another finger and smiled when it slipped in snugly with the first. She pressed a little harder on the nub of pleasure with her other hand, moving her finger in circles and praying she wouldn't lose total control of herself.

Her pace quickened as her mind supplied her with a slide show of images. Nothing seemed in focus, instead flashing brief shots of limbs entangled and bodies pumping erratically. She was panting hard and riding her own fingers intensely. Orgasm caught her by surprise and she cried out as the waves of pleasure crashed over and around her. All sounds were muted by the pounding of her heart and the thump of her pulse as her body convulsed around her fingers in frantic spasms.

She didn't remember falling asleep. She assumed she passed out from The Bliss. It would be the next morning before she realized the subjects of her vivid fantasies were her travelling partners.
Re: a little late, but... - (Anonymous) on February 22nd, 2008 01:38 am (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on November 25th, 2007 12:39 pm (UTC)

Bondage and body painting. >=9
(Anonymous) on November 25th, 2007 12:47 pm (UTC)

Fuu is whining again about why Mugen runs to whorehouses when he got her around. Sick and tired of the whining, Mugen shows her exactly WHAT he need the whores for despite her protests, explaining and narrating everything as he goes. Narrating-fetish perhaps? XD
(Anonymous) on November 25th, 2007 01:41 pm (UTC)
Jin/Fuu, delayed gratification
(Anonymous) on November 25th, 2007 02:57 pm (UTC)
Mugen/Jin, spanking. *__*
(Anonymous) on November 25th, 2007 03:25 pm (UTC)
(Anonymous) on November 26th, 2007 07:58 am (UTC)
Jin and Mugen, rape recovery. Plz to be having Mugen as the victim.
(Anonymous) on December 4th, 2007 06:02 am (UTC)
Jin/Mugen/Kariya - with Kariya playing uber seme and directing the boys.

S/M, bondage
(Anonymous) on January 18th, 2008 02:34 am (UTC)
1. Jin/Fuu/Mugen

anal/double penetration for Fuu

2. Jin/Mugen

cock ring or ball torture

(Anonymous) on August 1st, 2010 12:19 am (UTC)
new kink request
Kink Aphrodisiacs sadistic Jin
Something along the line of Mugen being in debt to Jin over money but when Mugen can't pay up jin takes it another way.