You know what are awesome? Breasts. There. That's it. That's the meme. It's celebrating how titillating, how wonderful, how downright fun breasts can be in the right, uhm, hands. Come - but not too soon - and try out a multitude of kinks involving those wonderful things on your or your partners chests.
HOW TO PLAY
-Comment with your character. Put your preferences and all that good stuff. -Obviously, dudes are welcome in this meme, as well. -Reply to others.
PROMPTS
BIG: The ideal of feminine beauty...unless they draw too much attention. FLAT CHEST: Anything more than a handful is a waste! TIT FUCK: Also known as paizuri. Do I need to draw you a diagram of what does on here. GROPING: Just hands-on fun. MOUTH: Kissing, licking, suckling, all that good fun. NIPPLES: Focus on those little nubs. PIERCING: The actual action of piercing or someone already having it done. LACTATION: Due to pregnancy or otherwise induced. HUMILIATION: Making fun of someone for their breast size or lack thereof. BREAST ENVY: Why can't you have their boobs? EXPANSION: Like plastic surgery, only less invasive. Maybe. BDSM: Any kind of purposeful injury, shibari, or other restraints. WILDCARD
[ I can but to make sure we're on the same page here do you mean you're up for even the more magical things like lactation, expansion, or some of the more violent things like piercings? Titfucks in terms of a strap on or just Elda randomly having a cock? Sort of just making sure we've got the same thoughts here.
But yeah if you want her to be accosted and caught up in it? I'm down to set it up. ]
[ Okay cool then confirm strap on or actual cock if you prefer one or the other. Either way I'll kick us off with something here but I should also confirm if you want to just start in the thick of it or when she first picks her up. Also prose or brackets. ]
[[ Let's go for actual cock, and we can start when she first gets picked up so we have a nice build up <3 As for the last one I like a bit of prose if you don't mind! ]
A petite woman in the extreme (barely 5' and likely a hundred or less pounds, given how thin she was, complete with a distinct lack of curves), Elda was hardly an imposing woman at first glance. But the older woman exerted an air of command which was neigh impossible to ignore or at least respect the existence of. Such was the way that she carried herself, that the vampire over two hundred years old lived her life.
Normally, she would never bother with a human girl.
But this one reeked of alcohol and was wandering the street at night. It's something she could have preyed on if her blood seemed appetizing, but it really didn't. No, instead, something else caught her attention, and it's to that end she had swept down and offered to get the girl to... home. Well, Elda's home, that is.
Usually drinking was a fun activity for her and tonight it had been but going home alone left her too much time to dwell on her thoughts, her lack of direction in life, and how her best friend was going important places without her.
Then this...child? No she didn't talk like a child. A short woman was offering her help so she grinned a crooked grin.
"Sure! That'd be swell. Do you know where the Hinata House is? It's the big loud Girls Dorm on the hill...I just can't see the hill from here." her kansai accent was stronger the more she drank and tonight she was very much revealing her upbringing. As well as how loose her blouse was. Had she left her bra at the bar? Oh well too late now.
Hinata House? The name did ring with some sense of familiarity to her, but she couldn't place it. Somewhere on the north side of town, perhaps? Opposite of her own abode high atop the often avoided Sekima Hill. Still, as the older woman surveys the other (her eyes catlike and predatory as she does) she hums something to herself before ghosting a hand with long and thin fingers to grab hold of one of Mitsune's writs.
"I believe I well might, yes. You are quite far from that hill, though."
Probably, anyway. Elda's own accent was more or less typical Eastern Japanese - she might be a foreigner but had lived here for hundreds of years, more than long enough to sound like a native speaker, as much as she resisted it at first. She might spend a lot of tome in the more northernly regions, but that rural dialect didn't suit her and she never picked it up. No, she was just as proper as ever.
Even if her eyes did time on the girl's lack of bra.
"Aw I must have been having too much fun." She chuckled.
"If you can get me to the train station I...I'm sure I can figure it out from there." She patted her pockets and then moaned out loud.
"Except I left my purse at the bar too...ugh good going Kitsune. Naru's gonna give me such an earfull you know? She's younger then me but she's such a mom friend."
Babbling on and gesturing enough that her chest was bouncing, swaying and slapping audibly the whole time.
So not only is she bra-less, but those honkers are barely contained by that shirt... or maybe over-contained? The point is, should she be able to see and hear them moving that much under the fabric? Honestly. The petite woman exhales, looking over the woman and... the station? As in the train station?
Of course she wasn't going to get he girl there, but.
"Truly, that sounds like an exhausting affair."
She could project that much, at least. Elda shoots a hand out and takes hold of the wrist of the other in a more firm way, to better walk her, lead her off drown the path and... towards a hill. Just not the one Hinata House is on.
Why is this... girl, this human, so eager to hold her hand? So eager to play along with this to what might well be her doom? Was she that unthreatening? Elda's eyes flash back at the other, appearing catlike in that moment, her pupils turning to slits.
But she looked away just ass quickly.
No, no, she'll just... she wants to have some fun with this one, indulge herself in a way which goes much differently than blood. She can't put the other in a place which might force her to knock her out or kill her, whatever indignity she feels from it. And so with an exhale,
"Oh, I get that a lot! But no, no, you've got yourself in the best hands."
"Well they are very cute hands. You should let me do your nails sometime."
Kitsune brought the hand she was holding up so she could kiss it before laughing bawdily. Only after that did she look around and realize she had no idea where she was.
"Oh hey...this isn't the train station is it? Where are we kid?"
Kitsune, even in her drunken state sensed she had crossed a line somewhere. She blinked a few times and tried to focus on the girl's face, but she still looked so young!
"Alright then, what's your name? I'm Mitsune but most people call me Kitsune~ In fact I've had that nickname longer then I can remember."
She would normally tease any kid who objected that hard to being called kid, but she was still lost after all.
Kid? Honestly, she should take it as a compliment that she looks this young to her, but it bothers her to be called a 'kid' like that in such a way it seems dismissive. After all, she is the spitting image of- or well. Well, whatever, it doesn't matter! Her red eyes lock on the others, and she gives a tug in...
They're at the base of the hill, so it shan't be too much longer. She mentally calls out to the bats up in the trees.
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But yeah if you want her to be accosted and caught up in it? I'm down to set it up. ]
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As for the last one I like a bit of prose if you don't mind! ]
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Normally, she would never bother with a human girl.
But this one reeked of alcohol and was wandering the street at night. It's something she could have preyed on if her blood seemed appetizing, but it really didn't. No, instead, something else caught her attention, and it's to that end she had swept down and offered to get the girl to... home. Well, Elda's home, that is.
"Do I need to support you there?"
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Usually drinking was a fun activity for her and tonight it had been but going home alone left her too much time to dwell on her thoughts, her lack of direction in life, and how her best friend was going important places without her.
Then this...child? No she didn't talk like a child. A short woman was offering her help so she grinned a crooked grin.
"Sure! That'd be swell. Do you know where the Hinata House is? It's the big loud Girls Dorm on the hill...I just can't see the hill from here." her kansai accent was stronger the more she drank and tonight she was very much revealing her upbringing. As well as how loose her blouse was. Had she left her bra at the bar? Oh well too late now.
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"I believe I well might, yes. You are quite far from that hill, though."
Probably, anyway. Elda's own accent was more or less typical Eastern Japanese - she might be a foreigner but had lived here for hundreds of years, more than long enough to sound like a native speaker, as much as she resisted it at first. She might spend a lot of tome in the more northernly regions, but that rural dialect didn't suit her and she never picked it up. No, she was just as proper as ever.
Even if her eyes did time on the girl's lack of bra.
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"If you can get me to the train station I...I'm sure I can figure it out from there." She patted her pockets and then moaned out loud.
"Except I left my purse at the bar too...ugh good going Kitsune. Naru's gonna give me such an earfull you know? She's younger then me but she's such a mom friend."
Babbling on and gesturing enough that her chest was bouncing, swaying and slapping audibly the whole time.
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Of course she wasn't going to get he girl there, but.
"Truly, that sounds like an exhausting affair."
She could project that much, at least. Elda shoots a hand out and takes hold of the wrist of the other in a more firm way, to better walk her, lead her off drown the path and... towards a hill. Just not the one Hinata House is on.
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"Boy you're strong for your size." she notes with a sly grin "Lucky me I get taken home by such a cutie and not some big ugly brute huh?"
She adjusts her grip so she's holding hands with Elda, oblivious to how it might appear to anyone who happens to see them like this.
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But she looked away just ass quickly.
No, no, she'll just... she wants to have some fun with this one, indulge herself in a way which goes much differently than blood. She can't put the other in a place which might force her to knock her out or kill her, whatever indignity she feels from it. And so with an exhale,
"Oh, I get that a lot! But no, no, you've got yourself in the best hands."
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Kitsune brought the hand she was holding up so she could kiss it before laughing bawdily. Only after that did she look around and realize she had no idea where she was.
"Oh hey...this isn't the train station is it? Where are we kid?"
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Long, sharp pointed, painted red...
She was going to muse at that longer until - kid? Kid?
"--You- ought not speak to me like that."
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"Alright then, what's your name? I'm Mitsune but most people call me Kitsune~ In fact I've had that nickname longer then I can remember."
She would normally tease any kid who objected that hard to being called kid, but she was still lost after all.
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They're at the base of the hill, so it shan't be too much longer. She mentally calls out to the bats up in the trees.
"Elda. My name is Elda Marker."
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The suddenly formal response sounded so off coming from the Kansai girl's mouth, and she was half grinning like it was all some game to her.
"You've got nice hair too don't you? I like to keep mine short but maybe I should try growing it out this year."
Even if she wasn't still buzzed, Kitsune probably wouldn't have noticed the bats, she wasn't even sure there were bats in Hinata City.