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bakerstreet2023-06-09 07:41 am
byok) wrote in bakerstreet2023-06-09 07:41 am
[ Probably mostly on the not having his own breasts end but I'm open to whatever if you want to mess with man-tiddy. Alternatively, if one wants to play with sex (and/or gender) change tropes (or just off of Haruhi in general) I've got a Haruhi account (godbent). I'm OTA for that one, hence the * ]
godbent). I'm OTA for that one, hence the * ][ She's flat (and envious) herself, but OTA in general!! ]
[She's modest-sized, not too big or too small. Open to any prompt except actually performing a piercing!]
[He's thinking of some boobs right now. Mmm~]
William James Moriarty | Moriarty The Patriot | castmates
lordofcrime
2023-06-10 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
(he's been known to wear fake ones - it's canon! That or one of Sherlock's experiments has gone awry...)
[Interested in big, groping, nipples, lactation, and/or expansion]
Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | M/F
asaviorshand
2023-06-10 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Interested in big, groping, nipples, lactation, and/or expansion]
[For prompts, flat doesn't really apply, and really not into piercing, lactation, or expansion. Not huge on BDSM but she's fine with the light side of it, if that's what sparks joy desire in whoever she's with.]
[ Are you interested in smth with these two? ]
[ No to piercing, humiliation, or envy. ]
[ No to piercing, humiliation, or envy. ]
[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?
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?
[She's thinking about him thinking about her boobs & not-so-secretly hoping he'll cop a feel.]
[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.]
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.]
[Darkness is in luck, because D loves copping a feel. He does just that, pulling her into his arms. They wrap around her, the sorcerer holding Darkness so her side is against his front in a sort of half cradle in the crook of his strong arm. He leans in, lips pressing to her neck while one of his hands comes up for some straight up groping. He gives the blonde a proper pawing, fingers curling around the heavy breast the best they can, digging gently into the fabric of her undershirt.
Then they go to work, palming and squeezing while he sucks a spot at Darkness' neck, intent to leave a mark.]
Then they go to work, palming and squeezing while he sucks a spot at Darkness' neck, intent to leave a mark.]
D-dark Schneider! [Darkness gasps as the legendary sorcerer shamelessly fondles her bosom.] I am a holy crusader! You shouldn't--
[Despite her protests, she leans into him, her knees wobbling as her nipples harden beneath her undershirt. The warmth of his hands seep through the tissue-thin garment, her full, supple breasts giving gently beneath his firm grip. Holy crusader though she may be, her thoughts are anything but, and she can't help but imagine how easily he could simply tear away the fabric and expose her chest to his lewd gaze.]
S-someone might see!
[It's clear from the breathless stammer in her voice that the thought of someone seeing excites her as well.]
[Despite her protests, she leans into him, her knees wobbling as her nipples harden beneath her undershirt. The warmth of his hands seep through the tissue-thin garment, her full, supple breasts giving gently beneath his firm grip. Holy crusader though she may be, her thoughts are anything but, and she can't help but imagine how easily he could simply tear away the fabric and expose her chest to his lewd gaze.]
S-someone might see!
[It's clear from the breathless stammer in her voice that the thought of someone seeing excites her as well.]
I hope they do.
[He whispers it so only she can hear, in a tone meant to send shivers down a woman's spine. Down her spine. Right on down to her core. Having been content with leaving a little mark on the busty blonde for her to fondly sigh over later, his long tongue slides out over the crusader's pale skin. He groans as he tastes her, letting Darkness know how worked up she's making him.
It's so lewd.
So dirty. It's sure to leave a trail of saliva from neck to cheek.
It's so public.
With a laugh he lifts his head and plays his most favorite part: himself.]
Let them see what the newest addition to my harem comes equipped with!
[He holds Darkness out with one arm like one would a dance partner--or a Metal God--her long blonde hair flowing out, back arching, ample breasts looking even more prominent than before. Dark Schneider looks down at Darkness, his eyes flashing like a wild animal. His free hand moves to tear open the front of the undershirt. Her large breasts bounce free, nipples hard enough that the sorcerer can't help the way his tongue glides over his bottom lip.
He laughs next and brings that free hand down on a tit. That's right. These are the very definition of tits! And he loves them so~ A soft smacking sound can be heard as palm and fingers meet titty, and he wastes no time in watching the way his fingers bury in the pliable flesh. There's so much of it, all of it so soft that it makes him want to weep with joy. Darkness will have to settle with joy as his palm slides over the expanse of her breast, fingers brushing the nipple--teasing it with light feathering, or pinching, rolling, tugging--all while holding her out with the other arm as if he owns her.]
[He whispers it so only she can hear, in a tone meant to send shivers down a woman's spine. Down her spine. Right on down to her core. Having been content with leaving a little mark on the busty blonde for her to fondly sigh over later, his long tongue slides out over the crusader's pale skin. He groans as he tastes her, letting Darkness know how worked up she's making him.
It's so lewd.
So dirty. It's sure to leave a trail of saliva from neck to cheek.
It's so public.
With a laugh he lifts his head and plays his most favorite part: himself.]
Let them see what the newest addition to my harem comes equipped with!
[He holds Darkness out with one arm like one would a dance partner--or a Metal God--her long blonde hair flowing out, back arching, ample breasts looking even more prominent than before. Dark Schneider looks down at Darkness, his eyes flashing like a wild animal. His free hand moves to tear open the front of the undershirt. Her large breasts bounce free, nipples hard enough that the sorcerer can't help the way his tongue glides over his bottom lip.
He laughs next and brings that free hand down on a tit. That's right. These are the very definition of tits! And he loves them so~ A soft smacking sound can be heard as palm and fingers meet titty, and he wastes no time in watching the way his fingers bury in the pliable flesh. There's so much of it, all of it so soft that it makes him want to weep with joy. Darkness will have to settle with joy as his palm slides over the expanse of her breast, fingers brushing the nipple--teasing it with light feathering, or pinching, rolling, tugging--all while holding her out with the other arm as if he owns her.]
Edited 2023-06-12 22:02 (UTC)
[And shiver she does; a soft whimper escaping her throat as her breasts quiver with the movement of her body. Dark Schneider's tongue raises goosebumps on her skin, which flushes as much with arousal as embarrassment. As if the sound of his voice in her ear wasn't enough to drive her wild, she can feel his body pressed against her side, all hard muscle, and--she swallows thickly, gulping at the thought of other hard things pressed against her. If he's as big as his ego suggests, she's going to be ruined for any other man!
She cries out in obligatory protest as he rips open her bodice and ogles her tits, holding her at arm's length and manhandling her like an object. A prized object, perhaps, but an object nonetheless--and in that moment, she wants nothing more than to be possessed, owned, claimed by him.
Her thighs tremble, electric pleasure running from her nipples to the bundle of nerves between her legs; wetness seeping through her tights as he teases her breasts. She swings her arms, but his reach is longer than hers, and besides, she could never hit anything worth a damn. She really is much better as a meat shield. Or a fuck toy. Yes, Dark Schneider, make her your plaything!]
U-unhand me, you filthy brute!
She cries out in obligatory protest as he rips open her bodice and ogles her tits, holding her at arm's length and manhandling her like an object. A prized object, perhaps, but an object nonetheless--and in that moment, she wants nothing more than to be possessed, owned, claimed by him.
Her thighs tremble, electric pleasure running from her nipples to the bundle of nerves between her legs; wetness seeping through her tights as he teases her breasts. She swings her arms, but his reach is longer than hers, and besides, she could never hit anything worth a damn. She really is much better as a meat shield. Or a fuck toy. Yes, Dark Schneider, make her your plaything!]
U-unhand me, you filthy brute!
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