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
[To say Taihou could be distracting would be an understatement. Particularly given she had every intent to be as alluring as possible to him, and even without the effort Taihou would've been impossible to ignore. A gorgeous raven-haired woman with shapely legs, piercing eyes, and winning smile. ...To say nothing of her enormous breasts, which she was certainly not shy about Manfred see.
And after a major victory and critical strategic success, the two heroes responsible for it found their own way to celebrate in private.
The pilot stood behind her, flush to her back. He could feel her warmth so easily as his hands slid beneath her soft, heavy boobs. Lifting them gently, he gave both a light squeeze while his fingers sank in, savoring the sensation... and any reacion she might have. He wondered how sensitive they might be...]
They're even nicer than they look, Taihou. You've really been waiting for this, haven't you?
[ An almost drunken giggle trills out of Taihou as she leans back further into Manfred's embrace. Despite their size, her breasts are one of her more sensitive spots on her body, and even the indirect contact his hands have with her nipples through her clothing sends a shudder down her spine. Were she any more shameless, she might moan loud enough to draw attention, but she likes to pretend she has some restraint. Or, at least, that would be true if her metric of what's considered "holding back" is a bit different than anyone else's. ]
I don't mind. Anticipation just makes it even better!
[ There's no room for doubt with her words either. Even if it might be hard to fully catch her expression with her in front like this, the absolutely blissful grin on her face can be heard in her words. ]
[Even if her voice wasn't so telling, even just her movements against him spoke volumes. He could almost feel the shudder as she managed to push further into him, and it did nothing more than make him crave this more. And he knew very well that's what Taihou wanted; she made no bones about her wanting it. Intensely. And while that might be enough to scare some people off, Manfred knew no fear of it, and in fact embraced it. He was a pilot, he lived on the edge constantly. Thrills and danger were his way of life when he was in the air, and Taihou managed to provide something like that on the ground, while also being supportive. Sometimes in... strange ways. But that was part of the game!
Manfred's hands continued to ply her chest, exploring every little detail he could through her clothes. Oh, how would her bare breasts feel against his fingers...? But there wasn't any need to rush. Yet.]
Then you must've been anticipating for quite some time. I shouldn't keep you waiting much longer.
[Manfred craned his neck down, letting his lips softly brush her right ear, strands of her hair tickle his face. He lowered his voice down to a whisper, but with an unmistakably heavy heft to it.]
I know you've been building mine too, you tease. I hope you're ready to bear the brunt of that.
[He gave her ear a nipping kiss, at the same time as his fingers found her nipples beneath her outfit, giving both a soft pinch and gentle tug.]
[ Taihou doesn't attempt to hold back the squeak she makes from his breath on her ear, nor does she do anything but moan when his lips touch her lobe and his teeth graze her skin. It's all she can do not to fall into a giggling fit. ]
Oh noooo, my Commander is so mean to me~
[ Her words are utterly unserious, a notion backed up further by how her nipples poke through the fabric of her top at the slightest touch. As such, they're completely peaked and tender to the touch when he does get his fingers around them. ]
[It's been a long day of work, and Athrun is drained. Physically, he's fine, but the mental fatigue is seriously getting to him. And while it's not often that Athrun indulges in self-care, this was looking to be one of those times he does. He hadn't been sure what to do, just that he'd do something for it.
Past tense, because Athrun's thoughts are thrown completely out the window the very moment Athrun enters his personal quarters. Really, Taihou's presence within doesn't surprise him, as she spends so much time there that he's kind of gotten used to her being there. And though she can be somewhat...smothering in her attention, she's sincerely good at pampering him. So, ultimately, he doesn't mind as long as she listens when he tells her to behave.
However, seeing her waiting for him in lingerie definitely takes him by surprise. There she is, lying on his couch, looking far sexier than she ever has before (and she always looks good, so that's a high bar). All the poor guy can do is freeze up as his face turns beet red and his eyes drift subconsciously toward her ample cleavage. At the same time, he can feel action beginning to occur below his waistline.]
W-w-w-whaaaaaa!?
[It's all he can manage to get out at the moment.]
[ Taihou doesn't let anyone forget that she's Athrun's secretary. She makes it obvious in how diligently she handles his paperwork, how fastidiously tidy she keeps his quarters, how expertly balanced the nutrition of his meals are when she's in the kitchen, and, of course, in the little things she does for him to ease the burden the Commander has to bear. Whether it's always having three shirts pressed and ready to go if something happens to his shirt of the day or even something as small as a cup of warm tea and a sweet on his desk when he does sit down to look over a report, she throws her entire being into his care. It's only natural, then, that when he's getting close to a collapse, she's the first to tell. Long before he himself even realizes he's on that crash course, she picks up on it like a hawk.
The lingerie is a simple change of wardrobe. It's hardly more scandalous than what she usually wears, if we're being honest. And yet, it's a sign of drastic measures. This time, she's figured she'll need to pull out the stops. A hot meal and a bath just won't cut it anymore! Can she really call herself the Commander's wife (ah, hold on, wasn't it secretary before...?) if he's not refreshed after every time they meet at the end of the day?! Clearly, the best way for him to relieve stress is to play with her body until he's satisfied!
Or...that was the plan. Until he came in and looked about ready to faint. ]
"Whaaa?" What's that noise for?
[ Oh...oh no. It can't be that she's miscalculated, right?! Waiting for him in practically nothing was supposed to be the next step after everything! She was so certain! ]
[ She knew the color was all wrong! She should've gone for the red set instead of the white! It's always been her color! Why would he ever be pleased with such a pedestrian set of underwear!? ]
[Athrun is, well, quite flabbergasted at Taihou's reaction. For the moment, his flustered feeling and gradual arousal are forgotten as he tries to reassure her.]
N-no, not at all! I was just, um, not expecting this, so I was surprised!
[ Taihou's emotions are as easily to flip as a light switch. Athrun's explanation instantly melts away her anxiety, and she's folding her hands together by her face in delight as if she hadn't panicked at all. ]
[Athrun would like to think he's difficult to surprise on the battlefield. Though really, his talent lies more in adapting to the situation as it manifests itself than in being able to expect the unexpected.
But enough about that. This is a smut meme, not an action meme.
First, though, Athrun needs to get off his feet. He practically flops onto the couch next to Taihou and rests his head on her shoulder. One arm goes around her waist, and the other rests on her thigh. He can still feel his arousal, but he wants the sexual intimacy to come about organically.]
Thank you for being here for me.
idk. we'll figure this out as we go. i'm open and am leaving this a little open-ended
Are you sure you need my help with this, Taihou? I'm not sure you need my assistance looking beautiful.
[Patchouli couldn't easily get a good read on Taihou. She knew that the dark-haired woman seemed to be obsessed with someone, but that was about it. To be fair, she only kind of paid attention to such matters.
She thought it was strange for her to come to her for fashion-related matters. But then again, Patchouli was a witch, and the picture Taihou had presented her with of what she wanted was... well, it would have been rather difficult to pull off without magic. And she supposed just creating this with magic would have been easier than getting it any other way.]
Almost done, by the way. Just one more thing to implement... [One last spell, silently cast, reshaping Taihou's outfit slightly.] There we go. That should do. I tried to get every last detail. ...other than, well. [She gently pokes at Taihou's chest.] Your breasts are way bigger than the model's were, so I had to make some adjustments so you wouldn't fall out immediately. [Taihou was bigger than Patchouli was, which still kind of surprised her.]
Aha, still, would you like me to go find a mirror? I'm sure you'll easily capture the heart of your lover.
[ If she's bothered by Patchouli poking her chest, Taihou doesn't show it at all. If anything, she looks briefly puzzled by the idea of her chest making clothing a bother to shape. ]
Please! I want to marvel at your handiwork, Patchy!
[ The nickname isn't something she checked was alright either. She wanted to call her something cute, so she made up something cute! ]
[She doesn't mind Taihou calling her by cutesy nicknames. It's endearing!]
Okay. One second...
[Sure, it takes her a moment, but she brings a mirror over so Taihou can get a good look at herself and the outfit Patchouli has put together for her. How carefully she recreated that tiny little dress as much as possible, capturing every detail in the pictures she was presented with...]
You really look beautiful, Taihou! [Once more her hand settles on Taihou's chest as if to drive at least part of the point home, and so she can get a good look at how much she fills (overfills, really!) Patchouli's hands.] This isn't what I usually use my magic for. But if you ever need assistance with something else, I don't see why I can't.
[ Ever since he became Commander, Taihou is among the first of the girls to really make an impression on him. She was eager, to say the least, but Troy welcomes her affections with his own. It eventually blossomed to something more when he started seeing that she's more than the overzealous girl on the surface, with him missing the days she doesn't bother him, and remembering how much he relied on her strength in battle by entrusting her with the most serious sorties.
Troy had to leave immediately one day when Taihou is out at sea. He was summoned on an emergency meeting with his superiors and had to be gone for a week and was so busy he only managed to make a call to the island once a day. None of which reached Taihou as someone else always answered the phone before she could. Now that he's back, he has to suffer the pouty wrath of his favorite ship girl for just vanishing like he did. Coat off and tie loosened around his neck, Troy leans against the edge of his desk with Taihou right next to him. Troy gives her tender glances, speaking to her with more than words as his hand finds its way to touch at her waist. ]
How's my MVP doing? Is she mad at me for vanishing?
[ He asks. Flirtatious his words might be, but there's no denying that honest concern is what fuels his voice. Troy's hand drifts up towards her chin, brushing lightly against her ample breasts along the way. He leans closer towards her, letting his forehead almost touch hers, making him feel her breath and look deeper into those crimson eyes. ]
How can I make it up to her, I wonder?
[ That same hand on her chin starts to float back down, following the curve of her neck to the slope of her collar, already seeking out what he wants. But he'll wait for her reaction first. ]
[ The past week has been hell for Taihou. She's been staying in Troy's quarters every night while he's been gone, on top of tending to it during the day when she's not on a mission. Surrounded by his clothing, his scent, the memories of his room but without him in it? Absolute torture! Even wearing one of his shirts as if it were her own barely helped.
Naturally, she's been glued to him since he came back. Her perpetual pout eases up now and again when he looks at her, and it only fully vanishes as she wraps her arms around him in a tight hug. ]
You have to spend a whole week with me, of course! So we can make up for lost time! [ She grins up at him mischievously. Her giggle fades into a pleased little groan as he touches her face, and she has to fight off a shiver the further his hand goes down toward her chest. ] Do you have any idea how cold and lonely your bed was without you there?
[ Troy didn't need to hear about it from the other girls to know that was Taihou did while he was gone. He knows her well enough by now, and he can't help but try to imagine it happening in his head. Which only reminded him of his time missing her. When she hugs him, his finger sank into her cleavage, only stopped by where the top of her obi is. Troy bumps his forehead against hers to return that feeling of intimacy that her arms are giving him. ]
You're telling me. I had to spend my nights in a hotel room without you bear-hugging me to sleep. I know.
[ He pauses to close his eyes, finger traveling just a little to tease at the underside of her breasts ]
No amount luxury room-service goodies could replace my taho. So I'm all yours this week. No sorties for my best girl, and I got just the idea on how to start it all off...
[ He tugs on one side of her already low chest line, making one of her generous breasts spill out of her clothes and vulnerable to his touch - as the finger that was teasing her just a moment ago has turned into a full grasp of her breast. ]
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Taihou | Azur Lane
Groping and more to eventual paizuri
And after a major victory and critical strategic success, the two heroes responsible for it found their own way to celebrate in private.
The pilot stood behind her, flush to her back. He could feel her warmth so easily as his hands slid beneath her soft, heavy boobs. Lifting them gently, he gave both a light squeeze while his fingers sank in, savoring the sensation... and any reacion she might have. He wondered how sensitive they might be...]
They're even nicer than they look, Taihou. You've really been waiting for this, haven't you?
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I don't mind. Anticipation just makes it even better!
[ There's no room for doubt with her words either. Even if it might be hard to fully catch her expression with her in front like this, the absolutely blissful grin on her face can be heard in her words. ]
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Manfred's hands continued to ply her chest, exploring every little detail he could through her clothes. Oh, how would her bare breasts feel against his fingers...? But there wasn't any need to rush. Yet.]
Then you must've been anticipating for quite some time. I shouldn't keep you waiting much longer.
[Manfred craned his neck down, letting his lips softly brush her right ear, strands of her hair tickle his face. He lowered his voice down to a whisper, but with an unmistakably heavy heft to it.]
I know you've been building mine too, you tease. I hope you're ready to bear the brunt of that.
[He gave her ear a nipping kiss, at the same time as his fingers found her nipples beneath her outfit, giving both a soft pinch and gentle tug.]
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Oh noooo, my Commander is so mean to me~
[ Her words are utterly unserious, a notion backed up further by how her nipples poke through the fabric of her top at the slightest touch. As such, they're completely peaked and tender to the touch when he does get his fingers around them. ]
Let's play it by ear for now
Past tense, because Athrun's thoughts are thrown completely out the window the very moment Athrun enters his personal quarters. Really, Taihou's presence within doesn't surprise him, as she spends so much time there that he's kind of gotten used to her being there. And though she can be somewhat...smothering in her attention, she's sincerely good at pampering him. So, ultimately, he doesn't mind as long as she listens when he tells her to behave.
However, seeing her waiting for him in lingerie definitely takes him by surprise. There she is, lying on his couch, looking far sexier than she ever has before (and she always looks good, so that's a high bar). All the poor guy can do is freeze up as his face turns beet red and his eyes drift subconsciously toward her ample cleavage. At the same time, he can feel action beginning to occur below his waistline.]
W-w-w-whaaaaaa!?
[It's all he can manage to get out at the moment.]
1/2
The lingerie is a simple change of wardrobe. It's hardly more scandalous than what she usually wears, if we're being honest. And yet, it's a sign of drastic measures. This time, she's figured she'll need to pull out the stops. A hot meal and a bath just won't cut it anymore! Can she really call herself the Commander's wife (ah, hold on, wasn't it secretary before...?) if he's not refreshed after every time they meet at the end of the day?! Clearly, the best way for him to relieve stress is to play with her body until he's satisfied!
Or...that was the plan. Until he came in and looked about ready to faint. ]
"Whaaa?" What's that noise for?
[ Oh...oh no. It can't be that she's miscalculated, right?! Waiting for him in practically nothing was supposed to be the next step after everything! She was so certain! ]
...Commander, don't tell me...
2/2
[ She knew the color was all wrong! She should've gone for the red set instead of the white! It's always been her color! Why would he ever be pleased with such a pedestrian set of underwear!? ]
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[Athrun is, well, quite flabbergasted at Taihou's reaction. For the moment, his flustered feeling and gradual arousal are forgotten as he tries to reassure her.]
N-no, not at all! I was just, um, not expecting this, so I was surprised!
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Really? Ahaha, Commander's so easy to surprise!
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[Athrun would like to think he's difficult to surprise on the battlefield. Though really, his talent lies more in adapting to the situation as it manifests itself than in being able to expect the unexpected.
But enough about that. This is a smut meme, not an action meme.
First, though, Athrun needs to get off his feet. He practically flops onto the couch next to Taihou and rests his head on her shoulder. One arm goes around her waist, and the other rests on her thigh. He can still feel his arousal, but he wants the sexual intimacy to come about organically.]
Thank you for being here for me.
idk. we'll figure this out as we go. i'm open and am leaving this a little open-ended
[Patchouli couldn't easily get a good read on Taihou. She knew that the dark-haired woman seemed to be obsessed with someone, but that was about it. To be fair, she only kind of paid attention to such matters.
She thought it was strange for her to come to her for fashion-related matters. But then again, Patchouli was a witch, and the picture Taihou had presented her with of what she wanted was... well, it would have been rather difficult to pull off without magic. And she supposed just creating this with magic would have been easier than getting it any other way.]
Almost done, by the way. Just one more thing to implement... [One last spell, silently cast, reshaping Taihou's outfit slightly.] There we go. That should do. I tried to get every last detail. ...other than, well. [She gently pokes at Taihou's chest.] Your breasts are way bigger than the model's were, so I had to make some adjustments so you wouldn't fall out immediately. [Taihou was bigger than Patchouli was, which still kind of surprised her.]
Aha, still, would you like me to go find a mirror? I'm sure you'll easily capture the heart of your lover.
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Please! I want to marvel at your handiwork, Patchy!
[ The nickname isn't something she checked was alright either. She wanted to call her something cute, so she made up something cute! ]
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Okay. One second...
[Sure, it takes her a moment, but she brings a mirror over so Taihou can get a good look at herself and the outfit Patchouli has put together for her. How carefully she recreated that tiny little dress as much as possible, capturing every detail in the pictures she was presented with...]
You really look beautiful, Taihou! [Once more her hand settles on Taihou's chest as if to drive at least part of the point home, and so she can get a good look at how much she fills (overfills, really!) Patchouli's hands.] This isn't what I usually use my magic for. But if you ever need assistance with something else, I don't see why I can't.
Groping then wherever it leads!
Troy had to leave immediately one day when Taihou is out at sea. He was summoned on an emergency meeting with his superiors and had to be gone for a week and was so busy he only managed to make a call to the island once a day. None of which reached Taihou as someone else always answered the phone before she could. Now that he's back, he has to suffer the pouty wrath of his favorite ship girl for just vanishing like he did. Coat off and tie loosened around his neck, Troy leans against the edge of his desk with Taihou right next to him. Troy gives her tender glances, speaking to her with more than words as his hand finds its way to touch at her waist. ]
How's my MVP doing? Is she mad at me for vanishing?
[ He asks. Flirtatious his words might be, but there's no denying that honest concern is what fuels his voice. Troy's hand drifts up towards her chin, brushing lightly against her ample breasts along the way. He leans closer towards her, letting his forehead almost touch hers, making him feel her breath and look deeper into those crimson eyes. ]
How can I make it up to her, I wonder?
[ That same hand on her chin starts to float back down, following the curve of her neck to the slope of her collar, already seeking out what he wants. But he'll wait for her reaction first. ]
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Naturally, she's been glued to him since he came back. Her perpetual pout eases up now and again when he looks at her, and it only fully vanishes as she wraps her arms around him in a tight hug. ]
You have to spend a whole week with me, of course! So we can make up for lost time! [ She grins up at him mischievously. Her giggle fades into a pleased little groan as he touches her face, and she has to fight off a shiver the further his hand goes down toward her chest. ] Do you have any idea how cold and lonely your bed was without you there?
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You're telling me. I had to spend my nights in a hotel room without you bear-hugging me to sleep. I know.
[ He pauses to close his eyes, finger traveling just a little to tease at the underside of her breasts ]
No amount luxury room-service goodies could replace my taho. So I'm all yours this week. No sorties for my best girl, and I got just the idea on how to start it all off...
[ He tugs on one side of her already low chest line, making one of her generous breasts spill out of her clothes and vulnerable to his touch - as the finger that was teasing her just a moment ago has turned into a full grasp of her breast. ]