Other Fandom Kink Memes
My kink meme postings have taken up too large a space on the other post, so I'm splitting them up. This post will be for any fandom other than GW.
Ouran High School Host Club
Honey stepped out of the tub, naked and dripping with water and bubbles. Mori held out the white towel, wrapping his baby up with it.
"Dada," Honey said softly as Mori began to towel him off, began to rub the soft cotton all over smooth and baby-soft skin.
Mori rubbed gently between Honey's legs, drying him thoroughly before hanging the towel up on the towel bar. He picked Honey up and grabbed another towel from the cabinet.
Honey made soft and sweet noises as he was carried into his bedroom. Mori laid him down onto the bed and grabbed a basket from the nightstand.
Mori picked up a pink bottle and squeezed the fragrant lotion onto his fingers. He rubbed the slick lotion into Honey's body, then turned him over and rubbed his back down, paying special attention to Honey's soft and smooth ass. Not a speck of body hair dotted his body, nothing marking him as anything more than a baby.
"Dadadada!" Honey babbled as he lay on his back. Mori looked softly at him and then trapped his ankles together before lifting his legs up. The baby powder speckled Honey's bottom like snow.
The cotton diaper was made special for Honey, and the diaper pins had bunnies on them. And when Honey had the diaper on he laughed and held his hands out for Mori.
Mori picked Honey up and rocked him back and forth in his arms. After all, he loved Mistukuni. He loved the little blonde like no one else could.
He would always be Mori's baby.
There was too much revelry, too much alcohol, and too many suggestions. That was how she had been tricked into confessing her kink, and tricked into laying on the floor to make it happen. She was sure of it.
There was no other way she could have been talked into laying on the pristine floors of the music room naked, no other way her legs could've been coaxed to part and her fingers led down there to touch herself. There was no other way she could've been talked into touching herself in front of all of them...
Hikaru and Kaoru were the first to take their dicks out, already swollen and longing to be stroked. Kyouya was next, shortly followed by Mori and petite Honey. Tamaki was the last, trying to make himself hold out. But even he finally succumbed and brought his erection out, stroking it fast to keep up with everyone else.
They stroked fast, and she plunged her fingers in and out of her pussy. She rubbed frantically at her clit, bringing herself higher and higher. Their sounds, needy and primal above her, didn't help matters. She was climbing fast, and close to coming.
Warm splotches of semen hit her skin, all over her body. Between her toes, on her thighs, on the fingers plunging in and out of her pussy. The come hit her chest, her face, between her lips and in her hair. She felt like she was covered with it.
And when she realized she was using someone's semen as her mastubation lubricant she came, and came hard.
There was no way she had been talked into this, because anything that felt this good had to have been her idea.
He walked briskly into the maze, looking this way and that to make sure that he was not followed. His scowl seemed permanently fixed on his face and his thoughts were racing.
She....
Haruhi!
He hadn't just walked in on her changing this time. No! He had walked in on her...and Tamaki...and Kyouya...
There had been kissing, caressing, naked flesh on naked flesh...
He had seen her nipples, and that's why he was hiding here. His pants were tented in the front and he knew he'd soon have a wet spot on his crotch if he didn't take care of his little problem.
Kasanoda prayed that no one would discover him, he prayed no one would catch him doing this on school grounds.
His erection was firm in his hand as he stroked, holding on for dear life to a hedge as he jacked himself. The cool air caressed his flesh and breathed down his balls, making him gasp as he tried to keep himself from moaning.
He tried not to think about her, or about them. He tried not to think of pert nipples and dripping erections.
But when he came, spurting white semen onto green leaves and grass, he was seeing them together, all three of them, and for a moment he felt envy.
It was only the best for her. He wouldn't take anything less.
The spanking bench was made from the best mahogany wood, and the padding on it was the finest brown velvet he could buy. The filling in the pads was a mixture of gel-like beads and super soft feathers.
She knelt over the bench and allowed him to tie her, using the fine silk scarves he had designed and had made.
He used his hand to spank her. The same hand that had been manicured that very morning, just for her. He curved his hand just so, and it landed on her ass just so, and the pink mark was fine indeed on her pale, pale skin. Her gasps were exquisite in his ears as each blow landed.
Once her skin was reddened and marred, with perfectly round welts showing her pain, he allowed himself to part and tie her ankles, opening herself to him.
He bent his blonde head down and lapped at her, kissed her labia and circled her asshole with the tip of his tongue. She shuddered and whimpered from beneath him, and then shouted as he pushed his tongue inside of her.
He had bathed her himself before bringing her inside of here. She smelled likes the roses he adored, and tasted like he had always thought she would taste. She was perfect, and he was perfect for her.
The oil he coated his fingers with was bought at the finest chemists' shop in Tokyo. It had been made in France, and he knew it to be the best sensual oil money could buy. He pressed his fingers inside of her, one after another, coating her inside until she shook like a leaf and was begging for him to please end it, please complete it...
please please please
When his oil-coated shaft pressed into her ass she groaned, a perfect groan speaking of their love for one another. And he moved inside of her quickly, not wanting to wait to claim her for himself over and over again.
She deserved only the best, and he would give it to her. Even if it took him lifetimes.
Inuyasha
She could smell it already, although she had just parted Kagome's thighs. That rich, earth, metallic scent that accompanied a woman while she was mentruating. Ever since her death and subsequent resurrection she had craved that scent, that sign of vitality. It was like a beacon to her, and she craved it.
Kagome's skirt was pushed up, tangled around her hips. One leg hung from the rock, panties stained and dangling from an ankle. The other leg was bent and on the rock, leaving her vagina open and waiting.
Kikyo moved forward, her tongue reaching out to lick at the blood sticking to Kagome's thighs. It tasted like it smelled, and was throbbing with what could only be described as life. It stuck to her tongue and flooded her senses. She moved even closer and lapped at Kagome's vagina, dragging the blood up to her clit, painting her with blood.
"Oh, Kagome," Kikyo whispered as she sucked the engorged clitoris into her mouth. It was, to her, like what a fine wine would be like to a wealthy lord.
And she drank of it. Drank of it until she was drunk.
Ouran High School Host Club
Honey stepped out of the tub, naked and dripping with water and bubbles. Mori held out the white towel, wrapping his baby up with it.
"Dada," Honey said softly as Mori began to towel him off, began to rub the soft cotton all over smooth and baby-soft skin.
Mori rubbed gently between Honey's legs, drying him thoroughly before hanging the towel up on the towel bar. He picked Honey up and grabbed another towel from the cabinet.
Honey made soft and sweet noises as he was carried into his bedroom. Mori laid him down onto the bed and grabbed a basket from the nightstand.
Mori picked up a pink bottle and squeezed the fragrant lotion onto his fingers. He rubbed the slick lotion into Honey's body, then turned him over and rubbed his back down, paying special attention to Honey's soft and smooth ass. Not a speck of body hair dotted his body, nothing marking him as anything more than a baby.
"Dadadada!" Honey babbled as he lay on his back. Mori looked softly at him and then trapped his ankles together before lifting his legs up. The baby powder speckled Honey's bottom like snow.
The cotton diaper was made special for Honey, and the diaper pins had bunnies on them. And when Honey had the diaper on he laughed and held his hands out for Mori.
Mori picked Honey up and rocked him back and forth in his arms. After all, he loved Mistukuni. He loved the little blonde like no one else could.
He would always be Mori's baby.
There was too much revelry, too much alcohol, and too many suggestions. That was how she had been tricked into confessing her kink, and tricked into laying on the floor to make it happen. She was sure of it.
There was no other way she could have been talked into laying on the pristine floors of the music room naked, no other way her legs could've been coaxed to part and her fingers led down there to touch herself. There was no other way she could've been talked into touching herself in front of all of them...
Hikaru and Kaoru were the first to take their dicks out, already swollen and longing to be stroked. Kyouya was next, shortly followed by Mori and petite Honey. Tamaki was the last, trying to make himself hold out. But even he finally succumbed and brought his erection out, stroking it fast to keep up with everyone else.
They stroked fast, and she plunged her fingers in and out of her pussy. She rubbed frantically at her clit, bringing herself higher and higher. Their sounds, needy and primal above her, didn't help matters. She was climbing fast, and close to coming.
Warm splotches of semen hit her skin, all over her body. Between her toes, on her thighs, on the fingers plunging in and out of her pussy. The come hit her chest, her face, between her lips and in her hair. She felt like she was covered with it.
And when she realized she was using someone's semen as her mastubation lubricant she came, and came hard.
There was no way she had been talked into this, because anything that felt this good had to have been her idea.
He walked briskly into the maze, looking this way and that to make sure that he was not followed. His scowl seemed permanently fixed on his face and his thoughts were racing.
She....
Haruhi!
He hadn't just walked in on her changing this time. No! He had walked in on her...and Tamaki...and Kyouya...
There had been kissing, caressing, naked flesh on naked flesh...
He had seen her nipples, and that's why he was hiding here. His pants were tented in the front and he knew he'd soon have a wet spot on his crotch if he didn't take care of his little problem.
Kasanoda prayed that no one would discover him, he prayed no one would catch him doing this on school grounds.
His erection was firm in his hand as he stroked, holding on for dear life to a hedge as he jacked himself. The cool air caressed his flesh and breathed down his balls, making him gasp as he tried to keep himself from moaning.
He tried not to think about her, or about them. He tried not to think of pert nipples and dripping erections.
But when he came, spurting white semen onto green leaves and grass, he was seeing them together, all three of them, and for a moment he felt envy.
It was only the best for her. He wouldn't take anything less.
The spanking bench was made from the best mahogany wood, and the padding on it was the finest brown velvet he could buy. The filling in the pads was a mixture of gel-like beads and super soft feathers.
She knelt over the bench and allowed him to tie her, using the fine silk scarves he had designed and had made.
He used his hand to spank her. The same hand that had been manicured that very morning, just for her. He curved his hand just so, and it landed on her ass just so, and the pink mark was fine indeed on her pale, pale skin. Her gasps were exquisite in his ears as each blow landed.
Once her skin was reddened and marred, with perfectly round welts showing her pain, he allowed himself to part and tie her ankles, opening herself to him.
He bent his blonde head down and lapped at her, kissed her labia and circled her asshole with the tip of his tongue. She shuddered and whimpered from beneath him, and then shouted as he pushed his tongue inside of her.
He had bathed her himself before bringing her inside of here. She smelled likes the roses he adored, and tasted like he had always thought she would taste. She was perfect, and he was perfect for her.
The oil he coated his fingers with was bought at the finest chemists' shop in Tokyo. It had been made in France, and he knew it to be the best sensual oil money could buy. He pressed his fingers inside of her, one after another, coating her inside until she shook like a leaf and was begging for him to please end it, please complete it...
please please please
When his oil-coated shaft pressed into her ass she groaned, a perfect groan speaking of their love for one another. And he moved inside of her quickly, not wanting to wait to claim her for himself over and over again.
She deserved only the best, and he would give it to her. Even if it took him lifetimes.
Inuyasha
She could smell it already, although she had just parted Kagome's thighs. That rich, earth, metallic scent that accompanied a woman while she was mentruating. Ever since her death and subsequent resurrection she had craved that scent, that sign of vitality. It was like a beacon to her, and she craved it.
Kagome's skirt was pushed up, tangled around her hips. One leg hung from the rock, panties stained and dangling from an ankle. The other leg was bent and on the rock, leaving her vagina open and waiting.
Kikyo moved forward, her tongue reaching out to lick at the blood sticking to Kagome's thighs. It tasted like it smelled, and was throbbing with what could only be described as life. It stuck to her tongue and flooded her senses. She moved even closer and lapped at Kagome's vagina, dragging the blood up to her clit, painting her with blood.
"Oh, Kagome," Kikyo whispered as she sucked the engorged clitoris into her mouth. It was, to her, like what a fine wine would be like to a wealthy lord.
And she drank of it. Drank of it until she was drunk.