IN THE BASEMENT OF YOUR PARENT'S BASEMENT

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FOOLING AROUND Somewhere further than making out yet not quite going all the way, "fooling around" is a time honored tradition. It's easy, low-pressure, and there are no real parameters - above the clothes or not. Sound good? Maybe you're young and want to try but not commit to anything too carnal. Similarly, you could want to explore somebody's, well, body because they're so different than you. There's also the possibility that you want to make them happy or see how they react to feeling beyond great. Could it be that you're a tease, even? Or you could just be bored. There's nothing on TV, anyway. Comment with your character, info, preferences (gender, age appropriate characters only, etc), and hard limits (no smut, fade to black, graphic smut a-okay, etc.). Reply to others. Thread.

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Rei Kashino || MARS || m/f

[pyroeis]

fenris ( dragon age 2 )

[loathes]

Kyoko Sakura ☨ Madoka Magica ☨ f/f

[rossophantasma]

Kuroka | High School DXD | OTA

[black_song]

[[She's an overly affectionate cat-person, she'll do this all the time. Happy for it to go as far as you want!]]

Bodhi Rook | Rogue One: A Star Wars Story | OTA

[onlyeverdoubted]

Junpei Tenmyouji | Zero Escape | OTA

[junpeivision]

[ 999 version only; age appropriate characters only please. Graphic smut is okay by me! ]

Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

[wherehopegoes]

Natsuru Senou | Kämpfer (CRAUs available on request) | OTA

[thirdbeauty]

{No particular limits for this sort of premise I can think of! I'll let you know if something does come up I'm not interested in, no judgement here. I default to using Natsuru's female form for most situations, but male form or even both over the course of a thread are available too!}

Natsuru Senou & Tifa Lockhart

[woman_of_strife]

[Months of service had blossomed into quite a salacious relationship between the bartender and her in-debt waitress. Their original agreement was more or less an afterthought by this point, having devolved from simple tasks of pushing drinks and clearing tables to now committing deeds to keep the mundane world inside of the bar all the more exciting and wild. There was little more that kept Tifa's interest at this point, and the only constant that could make her hairs stand on end had been by mercilessly teasing her afflicted companion. She could still run the bar and keep conversation, but her waking thoughts were always pondering new tricks and clothing choices to unleash upon the flustered Natsuru.

While many times her insatiable appetite for putting the boy through scintillating hoops resulted in demands in public, Tifa saved her best for when they could finally be alone. There was no sense in wasting such great material on the inebriated men that came stumbling in and out of the Seventh Heaven, not when she'd been putting so much time and effort molding her "hired help" into something much more than an assistant behind the bar.

The time to close down for the night came, and soon the two of them were back upstairs in the apartment above the bar. Like most nights, Tifa sat in a comfortable chair while making Natsuru stand before her. While the brunette pondered the evening's events, she watched and feasted upon the sight of the azure-haired complexity. No matter how many times she came to know the company of Natsuru it never ceased to amaze her how a boy could also be such a striking and gorgeous work of art in the female form. With a wave of her hand, she motioned for the table closest to the girl, directing the attention of her consenting servant towards a simple looking black bag with white handles upon it.]

With the amount of tips you've made for us, no thanks to my choices of attire, I was able to splurge and buy you something fun for tonight. There's.. more.. where that came from, but for now I want you to take what's inside and get changed.

[Her face is suddenly painted with a stern and rather concerned expression, the sort of appearance that speaks for the list of worries going through her mind.]

If you're able to make this much in petty cash, I can't help but wonder what we could do to bring in even more. You might look the part, but you could stand to move and gesture like a real woman. So, hurry up, then. Get undressed and put what I've got in the back for you on.

[She was unsure whether or not at this point Natsuru could see through her rouse, excuses to allow herself to gawk and stare at such a marvelous body. There's was much more than simple body-language exercises that Tifa had in mind, though time would tell if her waitress would catch on sooner than later.]

[thirdbeauty]

[They haven't even started yet, and Natsuru already looks incredibly nervous and flustered just standing there. With the way the woman made no secret of eyeing her up and down, watching and examining not just her form but also every little movement, it's probably not surprising how her cheeks grow more and more pink by the moment. Especially at Tifa's mention of her 'choices of attire', and that there's a new outfit waiting for her in that bag. One would think after this long, Natsuru might have grudgingly grown used to it, but every new outfit embarrasses her anew. And what does it have to do with moving and gesturing like a real woman, she wonders?

She jumps at the sudden, slightly more commanding tone from her 'employer', and gives a meek little nod in reply. Her body language is actually pretty feminine already while she's in this form, if limited to meek subservience or flustered embarrassment. There's certainly some remaining awkwardness about her own body that anyone in the know enough might be able to figure out, and glaringly obvious to Tifa. But Natsuru herself doesn't know this, and takes Tifa's words at face value.

Now, as for changing... well, she knows better by now than to think Tifa plans on giving her any privacy. She's expected to undress right here in front of her before even looking at what clothes are in the bag. So that's what she does...

She begins by unbuttoning her blouse, revealing more of the lacy red bra she'd received as a 'special gift' from Tifa once. Next comes untucking the blouse from her skirt and pulling that down. Of course, she has the matching panties on as well... bright red and skimpy enough to be more window dressing than an actual garment. Even when she was allowed to wear relatively normal clothes, Tifa made sure they were tight and revealing enough and what she wore under them was racy enough to keep her in that constant state of flustered embarrassment.

She knew she couldn't stop at the lingerie, either. Off comes the bra next, and then the panties, leaving her completely nude under the weight of Tifa's eyes. That is, except for the heels she'd been wearing, which she isn't sure whether or not to take off.]

Um... the shoes too?

[Her face is burning red. No matter how many times this happens, she never seems to get used to it. She may take a glance in the bag now, just to see what else she'll be in for tonight...]

[woman_of_strife]

{Her lips curl into a devious smile as she stands from her seat, no longer content in simply watching her partner move to do as instructed. The situation called for a "hands-on" approach, or at least a bit more effort than letting her voice take part in the evening. When she's finally close enough to Natsuru, she reaches for the large bag and begins to rifle through it, grabbing at the new items and bringing them out to reveal her well-spent purchases.]

Of course the shoes, too. I've an entire new outfit for you to wear.

[She purposefully acts casual around the other female, even when she stands completely bare (save for her footwear). The brunette holds up the contents of the bag one at a time, revealing the revealing garments as a sly bit of laughter rises from her throat with each new piece shown off.]

A new bra, matching pair of panties, a corset to make those incredible curves of yours look even more delicious, garter-belt to hug around your waist and hips, matching stockings, and the most adorable pair of heeled boots for you to walk around in.

[The outfit left very little to the imagination, even though Natsuru was standing in her skin already. Mesh and lace had been carefully tailored to the measurements of her waitress, purposefully sewn to fit her form and hug in the proper places where needed. The thin layer of material would encase those full and voluptuous breasts that Tifa couldn't take her eyes off of, even when motioning for her partner to stand before the mirror she'd set up in the living room. Without a word she guided the young girl over to the glass, pawing at her body and putting on the first piece of her ensemble by cupping her exposed chest with the bra. Slowly and carefully she made sure that the piece of clothing fit as intended, squeezing at Natsuru's body and leaning her lips into the other girl's ear to speak as she did so.]

I was worried I wouldn't be able to get your exact size. It's hard to believe that the helpless boy who came to my bar would turn out to be such a beauty. Look at these things~ How does it feel knowing that so many customers come in just to gawk and stare at you?

[Fingers pluck at the straps of the bra, snapping them playfully once the teeth at the middle of her back are firmly locked in place.]

It's enough to make me jealous, this body of yours. Such a beautiful body, Natsuru.

[A single digit of her finger traces against the bottom of Natsuru's chin, looking at her in the mirror as she speaks.]

Wouldn't you agree?

[thirdbeauty]

[Well, there goes the last thing keeping Natsuru from thinking of herself as stripped down to nothing. It's really kind of silly, holding on to the fact that you're still wearing shoes. But once she slips them off, she's officially completely nude... and a few inches closer to Tifa's height again.

When Tifa takes out each piece to show them off, Natsuru's whole body starts to feel all flushed. Does that really count as an 'outfit'?! Admittedly, she does like the feeling of the nice lingerie Tifa buys for her, and it's weirdly exciting to think of wearing that for just Tifa to see. Considering how this sort-of-relationship started in the first place, and how Tifa still loves to tease her just to see her reactions, should she really be as secretly thrilled over it as she is? Maybe it's not even as secretly as she thinks...

Of course, there's still a lot of things that fluster her. Seeing the reflection of her female form like that, naked and blushing while watching Tifa's hands touching her, is one of those things. It'd be almost a relief when Tifa covers her chest with the new bra, except for the way the other woman slowly cups and squeezes and manipulates the soft flesh of her breasts more than necessary under the pretense of fitting the bra properly. The snap of her bra straps once it's done makes her jump and squeak in surprise.

... Actually, now that she sees it on, the bra somehow feels more exposing than wearing nothing at all. The mesh and lace does nothing to hide anything, merely accenting her assets even more. So even though it feels nice to wear, and there's still that underlying thrill over Tifa seeing her like this, her surface level embarrassment just keeps growing.]

Ah... u-um...

[Her face grows hotter, both feeling the finger trace under her chin and watching it happen to the girl in the mirror, her eyes making contact with Tifa's in the reflection.]

I mean... you're really beautiful too...

[Modest as it is, that's not a denial. But she doesn't see what Tifa has to be jealous over. She's just as gorgeous, and Natsuru's eyes drift towards the other woman's chest once or twice too. She's never been able to tell which of them is technically bigger (or perhaps she's in denial over that too), but both of their figures wear their endowments well. And she's more drawn to Tifa's looks than her own, for obvious reasons.]

[woman_of_strife]

[The compliment does not go without reward, the lips of the bartender gently placing themselves on the cheek of the generous waitress as she holds her close with a tight squeeze. The volume of her breasts purposefully push against Natsuru's back, playfully bringing her own hands up to squeeze and tease the other girl's own chest now that it's being covered by a thin veil of material.]

Isn't that sweet of you to say.

[When their embrace is broken, Tifa once more returns to the bag to help in dressing her partner in the rest of her required wear. Panties find themselves snug and taut around the shapely waist and thighs of the afflicted female, accenting those savory curves and making Tifa all the more excited to cast away patience and work. The garter-belt looks perfect on her, giving her both a sultry and seductive look while also remaining feminine and graceful. It's difficult for the brunette to contain herself, not when her fingers are brushing against that soft skin, touching and tugging at the pieces of clothing that dressed her alluring assistant.

Motioning for her to sit, Tifa kneels before Natsuru with the stockings she'd purchased. It was easier for her to see everything this way, not to mention the need for coating her legs in the sheer and thin covering of black. The lace trimming of each stocking rose to each of Natsuru's thighs, being held in place by the bands which hung from the garter. She snapped them in place, letting her hands and eyes linger along the length of her legs as she made sure the attire she'd been gifted fit without error.

Slowly she leaned in, coming up between those wonderful legs and positioning herself mere inches away from Natsuru's lips as she spoke slightly above a whisper. Her eyes kept in the other woman's own, looking beyond the bashful gaze and losing herself in the moment when patience was running thinner than the fabric which covered Natsuru's lower extremities.]

How's that? How does it feel? Do you like the gifts I've given you?

[thirdbeauty]

I-It's true.

[She tries to be modest, as if the truth of Tifa's beauty makes it any less 'sweet' of a thing to say. The tight embrace and gentle kiss are hardly unappreciated as a reward, though. Natsuru feels herself grow even warmer as her skin flushes to betray both her embarrassment and arousal. Feeling Tifa's breasts pushing against her back, while the woman's hands playfully squeeze at her own through the new bra she'd been dressed in is enough of a thrill on its own!

But Tifa seems to know just how much to push her buttons to tease and build her anticipation more and more. The embrace is fleeting, and soon Natsuru finds herself being dressed in those barely-there garments again. The material is soft and comfortable and hugs her just tightly enough around every curve, even if it's so thin it can barely be considered clothing.

Still blushing fiercely, she obediently sits when motioned to. She knew exactly what was coming next, and there's something about letting Tifa carefully roll the stockings up her legs and attach them to the garters that makes her shiver in the best possible way. She couldn't deny liking the feeling if she'd tried.]

Th-They're nice. They feel so soft... a-and they're comfortable...

[She also somehow feels even more exposed than she did when she was stripped to nothing. Because it's glaringly obvious that the purpose of these garments is to adorn and emphasize her body, not to conceal it in any way.]

[woman_of_strife]

[Hands make their way along those gorgeous legs, letting their finger tips run across their sheer coverings so as to awaken the familiar goosebumps that appeared during moments like these. Her autumn-colored eyes gazed at Natsuru's own, watching her sheepish expression with a sly smirk at her lips. It was such an amusing past-time to tease the poor creature, to incite the embarrassment and blush that now showed so plainly at her cheeks.

It grieved her to move away, a sorrowful look appearing for but a moment before the woman stood upright and directed her partner once more.]

Up. Let's see you. Turn around for me and show me how you look.

[Impatiently the brunette snapped her fingers, crossing her arms over her rising chest as she waited for the other girl to obey.]

Let's not keep the evening waiting. Be sure to move as you've been trained. You may be a boy underneath it all, but you and I both know how you really feel, don't we?

[She sneered, letting a soft bit of laughter rumble in the pit of her throat, turning her nose up a tad to give an air of superiority.]

Shake those hips, run those hands over your new clothing, and show me just how girly you really are.

[thirdbeauty]

[Her eyes rising to meet Tifa's, while the woman's fingers run over her now-stockinged legs, somehow makes the blush coloring Natsuru's cheeks even deeper. She doesn't hate the attention, and that might be the most frustrating part of this. Even while Tifa toys with her and makes her do (and wear) such embarrassing things, the way she teases and touches her actually feels really good.

The disappointment is evident in her eyes, beneath the usual flustered embarrassment, when Tifa moves away. But soon, that commanding tone reaches Natsuru's ears, and it's like flipping a switch. She suddenly sits up a little straighter, looking more attentive and alert. Even in their private time, she'd grown so used to obeying Tifa's orders it's like a second nature to her now.

Almost timed exactly with the snap of Tifa's fingers, she quickly pulls herself up to her feet. She's giving so many commands at once... and the more into detail she goes about how she wants Natsuru to move and gesture and present herself, the more it seems to get her flustered. Not just out of embarrassment, but also at the realization of what a show she'd be putting on. And just for Tifa, this time...

The sway in her hips as she takes a few steps forward is deliberately pronounced, taking her natural stride in this form that extra step further into proudly feminine territory. With that, she moves fluidly into a slow twirl, letting Tifa get a good look at her in her new 'outfit'. While she finishes her turn, her hands start at the lace-trimmed stockings on her thighs and slowly run up over the curve of her hips, feeling the delicate whispers of fabric adorning her body. The warmth in her cheeks grows more intense the higher she lets her hands follow her own curves, until she's running them over her breasts and feeling just how thin the material of the bra she'd been dressed in actually is.

Despite her own reluctance and uncertainty, if one thing is clear it's that Natsuru knows how to move to draw emphasis and attention to all of her best attributes. She should, after all the training she'd been given specifically to play eye candy at the bar and keep the customers coming.]

[woman_of_strife]

[The brunette mutters under her breath, taken aback by not only how compliant her waitress has become but by the sheer, dripping and seductive way the other girl moves. It's uncanny, unreal, and everything that she had hoped for in her instructions. The way those seemingly innocent and naive hands run the length of the alluring form make the bartendress fidget where she sits, her own hands finding their place at the base of her own neck before finding the volume of her breasts with a firm and focused squeeze.

Teeth grind against her bottom lip as the material that encases Natsuru appears to be even more gorgeous than she had expected, eyes locking upon everything that is revealed from the transparent fabric and the many assets her partner bares. Her movements seem even more feminine than Tifa's own, a spark of rivalry coming to her thoughts as she tries to keep her composure during the erotic display of pose and form. When she catches herself, Tifa clears her throat, sitting upright as a single finger curls to beckon the young girl closer to her.]

Careful, careful. That's a dangerous walk you've got there, honey~ No wonder our patrons keep coming back for more.

[Her legs part, spreading wide to reveal the thin covering of her panties while the leather skirt still clings tight to her toned thighs. A single hand pats over the already moist material, showcasing the effects of Natsuru's presence without the need for words or description.]

I've a lot planned for you this evening. See this? If you think for a moment that you've earned it, you've got another thing coming. On your knees, girl. Stare at me, devour me with those eyes and let's see if you've learned a thing or two about your own body, shall we?

[Fingers hook into the side of her panties, pulling the fitted material aside so that her bare lips are now visible to her "pet". Her trained and familiar touch begins to stroke ever so lightly over the swollen folds, the pink and darker tones of her pussy glistening with a glaze of anticipation as her arousal builds and builds with each passing moment.]

You sure know how to use those hands, don't you? Let me see you touch that vulgar looking body, Natsuru. You must be tense from having all those men watch you, not knowing what sort of creature you really are. So, come on then. Put those hands to work. Show me how you please and tease yourself.

[Bending forward, Tifa reaches out a single hand to grasp her servant by the chin, her stern expression locking onto Natsuru's eyes with intention and order.]

But don't you think for a moment that you're allowed to cum, understand? Not until I say so. Not until you've earned it.

[thirdbeauty]

[Obediently, Natsuru takes that walk closer to Tifa when she's beckoned. Her cheeks color even more at the way Tifa compliments her progress. Being praised for her ability to play eye candy for the bar's mostly male patrons isn't exactly the most ideal thing, and yet... the way Tifa looks at her for much the same thing is another story. Her boss and mistress even highlights the dampness of her panties, showing the effect Natsuru's erotic displays have even on her.

Yet Tifa still holds all the control here. Soon, Natsuru is on her knees before the other woman, watching Tifa pull the fabric of those panties aside to display herself fully to her indentured pet. Natsuru has a hard time looking away from Tifa's practiced self-pleasure, while she gives her next set of commands.

Today, she's going even further than simply having Natsuru show off her body, with those assets that make her so popular at the bar. Natsuru gasps when Tifa takes her chin in one hand, and nods in hesitant agreement with Tifa's demands. She has to take a deep breath to prepare herself before she can even think of what to do to properly comply with Tifa's demands.

One thing is for sure, she definitely is tense. She'd deny it's from all those men watching her prance around in the outfits Tifa provides for her, but still... she's both embarrassed and aroused to ridiculous degrees. Gazing up at Tifa standing over her, she bites her lip softly and, slowly, lets her hands run up her abdomen. She cups her breasts more firmly this time, starting with a good squeeze and then rubbing them, with her thumbs circling her nipples through the flimsy material of the bra. From the hum that escapes her lips, she's certainly off to a good start on showing how she 'pleases and teases herself' with her hands.

Given a little more time, she'll start to squirm as her arousal becomes more and more apparent. She even tries a trick she'd learned from Tifa herself... sensually letting a finger slide into her mouth, then circling and brushing over her nipple with that finger. Her hands explore all over her body, and she moans more than once, but she never quite brazenly touches herself the way Tifa is in front of her. Not yet...]

[woman_of_strife]

[In the long stretch of the day, the brunette had wondered just how things would unfold once she'd set words to her servant's ears. It astounded her, though she didn't show it, to see just how well Natsuru followed orders. Though there is hesitation, the debtor did as she was told and played with her body as if she were hired entertainment. The open display of eroticism sends shivers down her spine, makes the dominant woman all the more eager to lose her patience and have her way with her submissive aide, but she knows better. Like a strong bottle of booze, Natsuru was meant to taken in slowly. If she were to pounce on the gorgeous dish of curves and sin too soon it would surely spoil her teachings.

Instead, Tifa remains content with her own personal touch. Fingers continue to stroke away at her lower lips, exposed and glistening in the feint light above them as her arousal increases by the second. The subtle sound of stirring fingers running over wet flesh sounds off in a pattern, matching the timed and trained application of her hands to bring her ever closer to a much needed climax. While she watches, even wincing from the pleasure, Tifa does not forget her need to teach and instruct while indulging in the moment.]

That's a good girl. Just like I taught you. How does it feel? Tell me.. I'm dying to hear how it feels compared to what you've been used to.

[Her crude imagination can only wonder what it must be like to experience such things on both sides of the pitch. While she can ponder salacious and perverse fantasies of a man on his knees before her, it was more her preference to see some one normally so reserved and cute in a comprising situation. Men didn't have the soft touch or pliability that women had, nor the alluring sound of a sharp yelp or moan that often came from engaging in carnal delights. To her benefit, she had Natsuru in the proper form, and it was a form she was planning on exploiting well beyond tips and tricks.

Fingers plunged deep inside of her sex, stirring in haste and creating more vulgar sounds as her actions became all the more rough and aggressive. Her breathing hissed through clenched teeth, the touch of her thumb at her swollen clitoris causing her body to almost jump from her seat. Despite how hungry she was for release, she kept herself at bay while remaining focused on her scintillating little pet.]

Embarrassed? Hnn- Rubbing your nipples and tits like that? You should be embarrassed. If those men could see you now, see you staring at another woman, dressed the way you are and practically begging for attention? Lucky me to have a front row seat to see just how much of a sex-starved young thing you are, wouldn't you say?

Elliot | Departure | m/m

[intuitivement]

Adam Parrish | The Raven Cycle | OTA

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Rey | SW: TFA | OTA

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