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The Breastplay Meme

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.

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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.
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[No Lactation, humiliation, or expansion.]

[ Why Ormond is the place that all survivors tend to flock towards to get away from their pathetic little campfire, Joey will never know. But that's exactly what happens when he spies that hot ass blond on her way over, shivering out in the cold. Joey's not usually one to stab first, and with Frank and Julie both off at trials, and Susie probably at Caleb's, she's not exactly unwelcome company.

He stands by the door, non threateningly, doesn't want to scare her off so soon after all, and waits for her to show up. As she gets closer, it's clear the Entity didn't let her dress for this weather, maybe Ormond wasn't even her intended destination, so many variables, but she's here now and Joey can finally make a move on her. She's even got that nice and polite yet feisty attitude that distracts him so often during trials.

Finally she's close enough to talk to, see what's up. But before he can form a sentence his eyes glance lower for a moment, noticing that Kate is probably quite cold. And her body is doing absolutely nothing to hide it, he already feels his pants get a smidge tighter, but he'll refrain from indulging his stray thoughts for a second to greet her. ]

Sup, Kate. What brings you out to Ormond, trying to snag a cameo on my new mixtape? New guitar showed up upstairs, promise I won't stab you.

[ His body language and voice is entirely genuine, except for the fact that one particular part of him definitely wants a stab at Kate, but the denim is in the way for the time being, so she's safe. ]

[Well. Ormond isn't where she'd thought she'd end up when going for a walk through the woods. In fact, she hadn't even wanted to go here to begin with, but maybe her thoughts had been muddled, something seeped in from a recent trial that brought her here.

She's cold, and the blowing wind makes it worse, but Kate knows that the Entity won't let her die of the elements, but cold is cold, and Ormond is the only sanctuary present.

The sanctuary part is only loosely applicable, with who lives there, where it concerns her.]

More like I was takin' a walk and I ended up somewhere I didn't mean to be. Fogs fussy, but I'm sure you an' yours know that. Ain't got nowhere else to go for the moment, unfortunately. You wouldn't mind if a gal warmed herself up inside, would you?

[Her hands are across her chest, tightly holding onto her bare shoulders to conserve some warmth in her body. Honestly, Kate isn't too concerned about being stabbed. If anything, it'd just mean she'd be sent back somewhere much warmer than here.]

[ This is like straight out of one of the VHS tapes Joey stole from a rental place, in the roped off section. Maybe he can get her to reenact his favorite scene if he plays his cards right.

She folds her arms up, hands rubbing her shoulders. She must be absolutely freezing, this is no place for just a tank top, soaking through with snow already. It looks amazing, the way she's holding herself, but unfortunately he'll have to let her inside if wants the view to keep improving. ]

I suppose not, I can steal you some of Suze's clothes if you need them for a sec, we can leaves yours by the fire?

[ Absolutely nothing sus here. ]

Don't worry about that too much, sugar. If you don't mind, I can just stay by the fire for a bit. Don't mind my clothes drying on me too much, an' I don't wanna put out your friends by wearing their clothes.

[Which... she doesn't think will fit her too well, honestly. The hoodie is big on Susie, and Kate's frame is far slighter than hers.]

[ The sugar gets a deep heat going in the pit of his stomach, warming him in the cold. ]

For sure, why don't you go warm up, I'll grab my new mix. I think you'll like it, but it could use some of your magic.

[ Sometimes when he's bored, he'll stalk the edges of their camp, and he can hear Kate play the most tantalizing guitar.

He runs upstairs to grab the mixtape, and might take a minute because he'll then go to the bar and grab some hot cocoa, which randomly shows up sometimes in the usually empty cabinets against the bar walls. ]

Thanks, hun.

[Well, at least he's polite, in this moment anyway. Maybe the rest of them really aren't around, because she can't see their leader simply letting a survivor waltz her way into Ormond to warm up by the fire on one of the couches.

Where she waits patiently, of course. She's kind of delighted to hear his mix, wonders what the songs will sound like on it. It's been awhile since she's heard music not her own.]

[ He comes back juggling two mugs, and a jukebox and a cassette which he should've had the forethought to put into the jukebox before he picked it all up, but he didn't because he's impulsive and didn't think this through.

He lays the drinks down on the table, still steaming, and nods at Kate .]

Sometimes it doesn't even taste that much like dirt.

[ there's one pitiful mini marshmallow in each mug too. it's almost romantic, but it's mostly pathetic.

He sets up the jukebox a moment later, and the room begins to fill with the sounds of sampled music consisting of a punky drum beat, with a saxophone melody, and a smooth bass line. All it's missing are vocals and a guitar riff here and there to round out the sweet sounds that are reverberating off the walls of Ormond's nicest resort. (Only resort.)

He also didn't realize but in order to drink his in front of Kate, he'll have to lower his mask. A bit weird to be honest, but he's not as anal about it as someone like Olsen might be. ]

Well now, that's a plus isn't it? Hot cocoa that doesn't taste like dirt.

[She taps her foot along to the melody that's presented to her though, relaxed by the tunes that flood through Ormond. If she closes her eyes she can almost pretend that she's not in a hell realm bent on murder, with one of her would be murderers currently offering her hot cocoa and a warm place for the moment.]

Nice beat. Ah, here, I'll turn away to be polite.

[She gives a wink to him, turning her head away so that he can sip the cocoa without her seeing his face. Some of them are private, after all.]

Things are always looking up here in sunny Ormond.

[ It's cloudy and starting to snow. ]

Well, that's going to get annoying quick. Plus I only ever wore this thing to not get caught, no one's turning me in here.

[ Joey slowly lowers his mask to reveal his face, and takes a sip of cocoa loud enough to hopefully get her to turn back around, not that she looks any worse from behind. ]

You can look.

[ Said calmly and cooly. ]

dan nicky your bobbies

Kate Denson | Dead By Daylight | OTA

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this is an au or else

sex only au here we go

slutty dbd, just as everyone intended

dw notifs :((((((((

wow u finally tag me back and its on the titties out meme

theyre kates titties do you blame me!?!? also tonight is tags night~ ALSO KATE TIDDIES PLS

her giant mommy milkers? her big donhonker bonkeroos?

her jiggly winkers, her bumpy lumperinos