bardobounded

[multimuseticles]

How well do you know Youmu?

How well do you know Shinki?

How well do you know Asuka?

How well do you know Uni?

[nuzlockesticles]

But the big question is

Where did Asuka get the AI FROM......

"...Sumireko."

[justsescape]

"Hey, let's stop here for the night. My feet can't take any more walking!"

The forest gave way to a small clearing. Logs circled a modest fire pit that, judging by its charcoal black appearance, had seen a great many passersby. Overhead, the imminent sundown supported the canopy's efforts to leave the two of you stumbling through shadows. Perhaps stopping here would be a good idea.

"Of course it's a good idea. It's my idea!" Asuka grunted as she shoved a log further away from the pit until it was practically orbiting the rest of the circle like a distant moon. She tossed her backpack to the ground, kicked her shoes off, and slumped across her new seat with a heavy sigh. The solitude blanketed her.

For Asuka, privacy had become a scarcer and most precious commodity. She was doggedly followed by that which was real and that which was imagined. A clandestine organization run aground by hubris, real; a pool spray of reporters at her door and their unrelenting questions, real; going on a hike overseas just to have somewhere else to run, real; the anxieties of words unsaid and actions undone, imagined -- and yet equally as real as the rest. The resulting destruction on her psyche was as loud as a bomb, and all she could do was try to remain afloat in the wake of the shipwreck. Years were frittered away treading water.

To finally hear the chirping crickets -- and nothing but -- was a sublime pleasure. Asuka wiggled her toes against the topsoil.

"Hurry it up, will you? It's getting dark."

The branches stood conically in the middle of the pit. Assembling a campfire was just one of many labors that Asuka habitually delegated to you. But dropping a lit match into your handiwork and stoking the blossoming flames -- and seeing her bright, illuminated smile over your shoulder -- oh, how worth it this was.

"At least you're useful for stuff like this," she said with crossed arms, the word thanks having slithered out of her dictionary shortly before getting crushed underfoot like a worm. "Now with all this space, it should be a little easier to take this off..."

Compression bras were the last restraint NERV had on Asuka's life, but she was better off leaving this one link intact. To most people, she only barely crested over into the range of C cups. No one else knew the extent of her prodigious -- no, surreal -- bust growth outside of Misato and other key engineering personnel. She hadn't spoken to any of them in years. Now you would be the keeper of secrets.

Asuka shed her plain t-shirt and reached her hands over her shoulders, her back arching in a catlike stretch. The compression bra that wrapped around her torso was, fittingly, a very bold shade of red. Its clasp came undone almost immediately. The straps slinked down her shoulders and the cups fell lazily form her bust.

"Step back!"

Asuka's breasts swelled quickly as if they were balloons being inflated by air. They didn't droop down her figure -- like you had anticipated -- or pool out over her thighs. No, they extended and expanded like blimps, rotund and long, with two pink and impressively round nipples at the bow. Only a few moments passed before they had grown to proportions that could easily plug up the sliding doors in front of a grocery store.

"MmmmnNNNNnnff!" Asuka's hands gripped the log underneath her like she was bracing for a sudden drop. Her gyrating hips spoke of a much more intimate feeling. "MmmMMMMnnngh!"

Boobs lurched across the brush until they began to coagulate against the logs nearest to the campfire. Her skin gently folded over itself against them like fresh batter. Nipples erected and lengthened toward the flames in an attempt to warm themselves; they wept milk in lazy spurts, soaking the grass with shallow pools that evaporated in the heat. The humid, balmy scent of her product enveloped you. When their march finally came to a close, her breasts were as tall as her standing height and more than twice as long. Asuka stared into a wall of deep, dark cleavage.

"It's a... haaah~... good thing I... hfffff... pushed the log away first!" Asuka raised an arm to wipe the sweat gluing her bangs to her forehead. "Not that you were of any help with that part..."

Her breasts had little desire to make small talk with pitiful bras; hers was lost somewhere beneath her cartoonishly huge chest as a statement to all others that might challenge her sheer size. Milk, in beads and drops, slithered down her lissome legs and sunk into the dirt under her feet.

You dutifully offered her a washcloth.

"Don't bother," Asuka muttered, swatting your hand away. "It's not like this is your carpet. It'll all dry up by tomorrow morning."

You settled for wiping the milk from her legs yourself. The washcloth glided up and down her shapely limbs; in another life, perhaps she could have walked a runway or taken to an ice rink. Not that her car-sized breasts would have allowed such things. You knelt in their shadow like you were bowing before their towering might.

But kneeling like this beside Asuka, you had never felt more like her subordinate -- a feeling that overtook your face with a blistering heat.

Asuka's eyes steered clear of your own. Her reddened cheeks shared in your embarrassment. "Honestly, you're... you're hopeless."

The joy in her heart didn't make its way to her tongue, but it did make its way to her feet. Her toes wiggled in the puddle of milk below her like she was passing a lazy afternoon poolside.

For a moment, things were uncomfortably quiet.

"Hey, listen to me. Don't let this go to your head, okay?"

Asuka's upturned eyes glistened with tears. Her flattened lips hadn't yet decided whether there was happiness or sadness behind them. Hands desperately clung to your sleeve, but they didn't have to pull you down. You eagerly sat beside her. Your knees indented into the back of her sizable chest.

Asuka took a shuddering breath.

"Listen... I'm glad you brought me here, and... I'm really glad you are with me."

Whatever monologue she had prepared didn't survive; her defenses rose taller than the trees surrounding. As tense as she was, her words would never find safe passage.

"Mmmngh... n-nevermind! D-don't... don't say anything!"

The campfire dwindled into kindling. So did her irritation. She found herself just the perfect spot to plant a kiss on your neck. Her oversized breast heaved itself against you, soft and weighty and gelatinous all at once. There could never be lip-to-lip contact without her bust interjecting. These interruptions, though, were most tolerable.

Asuka didn't retract herself. Instead, she leaned further into you, her boob bulging over your lap like a shoring ocean wave. Her breath warmed your collarbone. The heat was unmistakable. It was as if the campfire had never gone out.

The embers gave their last gasps amidst the gathering dark. Even the stars themselves hid away behind the forest's canopy, leaving the glowing moon all by its lonesome. Nature had enough sense to draw the curtains.

"Now don't move, you moron." Asuka yawned as she gently squirmed against you. "I've just gotten comfortable, so you better stay right where you are. Understand?"

Understood. You wouldn't dream of it.

[nozoxshii]

Some (REDRAWN!) concept art for a fanfic I’ve been finally getting back into!! I decided to combine both design aspects of the Ova and Crybaby to make my ideal Ryokira for my fic!! I posted the first chapter AGES ago but plan on rewriting a bunch of it to fit with the new canon. I absolutely love these two and plan on drawing more of them soon!

[manzisme]

guess what gang. found more gg doodles and comms i forgot to post over on tumblr. *Baiken j.D's you*

[goldie0-0]

MENTALLY ILL GERMANS SAVING ME FROM ART BLOCK

[caramialunaestelle]

@s1lver-bullet sent:

Jowi rushes over to Asuka, grabbing her hand, “No time to explain, come with me.” With that he managed to yoink her a few feet into the air, catching her, and carrying her bridal-style as he ran towards the med bay.

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting!!

"H-HEY WAIT!" She had no time to react, being scooped up by Jowi and rushed toward NERV HQ's med bay. "WHAT ARE YOU, NUTS?! PUT ME DOWN! I CAN WALK FOR MYSELF!!"

She didn't struggle much though...

[asushin-mermaid-au-ask-blog]

Shinji and Asuka in the kiss cam??

The two pilots were completely caught off guard by being featured on the kiss cam and right now were both regretting even coming to see Tokyo 3 High School's baseball game.

Shinji figures that Asuka is going to do something like give the camera the middle finger and turns to say something only to turn straight into redhead's face.

"You better not breath on me." he barely hears before she kisses him. He's shocked of course, but honestly it's pretty nice.

[vagabond-umlaut]

FICTIONAL COUPLES WHO WILL ALWAYS BE >>>> IN MY EYES

[haus-der-mysterionmusen]

(bc it's been a while) Deunan gently hugs Asuka and lightly strokes her hair. She was a tough girl, but still a kid, Deunan couldn't help feeling responsible for her and Shinji. (Several ESWAT troops had to stop her from pummeling Gendo into paste). "Betcha didn't know but... one of my eyes is an implant. Can ya guess which one?"

Asuka is about to wiggle out of Deunan's hug and shout a long string of words in German to hide her embarrassment at the situation when the ESWAT officer spoke about her eye. What Asuka would give for an implant from NERV, something that at least made her look less weird than the eyepatch that advertised to the entire world that she had lost a fight bad enough to lose her eye.

"Gefälscht? They both look real to me. The medical technologies in Olympus make Japan's doctors look like total idiots. I can't believe I can't notice any difference at all." Asuka said at last.

[multimuseticles]

"Well I may not have gotten to enter this time, but at least I get to look at some cute girls."

[the-perverse-library]

Ask (Yugioh) Since adding Blair to their little group, how often have Alexis and F!Jaden watched Konami fuck the shortstack while waiting their turns?

"Every night! Doesn't she know how much I love that dick! It's the only thing I love more than duelling!" Jayden shouted as the two-tone brunette threw another tantrum as she watched Konami and Blair fuck in the middle of the Slifer Red Dorm. The pouting Duellist unbuttoned her pants and stuffed a hand in her panties, vigorously fingering herself. "Mmmh! Hurry up! I've been wanting to ride that dick all day!"

Alexis blushed, ashamed that she, too, was furiously teasing her nipples and finger-fucking herself as she watched Konami turn Blair into a squealing mess. "T-the little shortstack always gets to him before we do! Hurry up and cum! I haven't been able to fuck Konami all week!!!" The Obelisk Blue student whined, frustrated that she had to run across the whole of Academy Island to get to Konami; leaving her as the second to last member of Konami's harem to get ahold of her lover's cock.

Each girl watched with a mix of desire, frustration, and envy as Konami folded Blair in half and drilling deep into her pussy. They imagined that they were the cross-eyed bluenette as Blair came and squirted all over them, eager to feel Konami stuff and flood their wombs with rope after rope of cum. Waiting for Blair to slip off of his cock just so they could dive upon Konami and fuck him until both of them were satisfied.

[justsescape]

"Where are the pumps, anon?! It's been over five minutes and the milk is going to burst out any second!"

Asuka’s presence in the living room inspired – nay, forced – a bit of creative remodeling. The coffee table, the television, the game consoles, the decorative plants; just about everything was shunted into your bedroom until it resembled a packed storage unit. Ironically, her overdeveloped breasts could fill one up as well. Maybe two.

“Hmph, what a moron… always losing the most important things…”

While your hurried search through various kitchen cabinets continued, Asuka let her arms spread out across the back of the couch like she was lounging in the summer sun. Her boobs, evidently, were just as carefree. To say they resembled beanbag chairs was to describe their texture and heft, but it was to vastly undersell their sheer size. There was a reason you had to move everything out of that room: you could practically hide a car underneath just a single one of her massive, massive tits. In fact, if she were to stand up and lose her footing, she could fall into her own cleavage and get swallowed up entirely like she stumbled into quicksand.

“And don’t complain about not being able to find my nipples again,” Asuka scowled, pointing a finger in your direction. She was only visible from the shoulders up; the rest of her was obscured by her gigantic bust like she was underneath a down comforter. “Just pick up the ends of my chest with a shovel and they’re right there, rubbing up against the damn carpet. Which you should do something about, by the way. It’s so uncomfortable against my skin! Why haven’t you done something about it already?!”

Your eyebrow twitched. Need you remind her of why she was here in the first place? Sightings of her being lifted by crane, or with her garage-wide bust stuck in the sliding double-doors at the local grocery outlet – such incidents racked up bills like you were intending to compete with the national debt. Not to mention the attention it drew. “She’s so big she can’t walk without her wheelbarrows,” one would bystander would say to another. “Do you think she sleeps on them like they’re a mattress?” Any attempt at a public appearance was met with this kind of commentary. And she has had more than enough of the “hyper hourglass” comparisons since she started attending college. It was more like her body was a cyclone: dangerous for most, a force of nature that walloped against buckling support beams and swung like wrecking balls, but always attracting a few foolhardy stormchasers.

Perhaps she’d be nicer if she was reminded of the privilege of being housed in privacy. Finally returning with the pump's accessories, however, did not inspire this sort of kindness.

"It's about damn time," Asuka said, her venomous tongue whipping up often enough to start a cyclone of its own. "Don’t you care about the floor in your own apartment? One day you’re going to be too slow and I’m going to leak all over it!”

Circumnavigating her chest – which required you to slide against the wall like a stealthy video game character – you eventually found yourself at the opposite end of the room. Staring down at Asuka was like being on the opposite end of a long dining table in a fancy castle. Except, instead of such a table, only her quaking boobs spanned the gulf between the two of you.

"St-stop looking at me and get to work, dummkopf!" Asuka crossed her arms over herself as if such a maneuver could still hide her chest. "I can feel it starting down there! Hurry up and find my nipples!"

You dragged towels across the carpet like you were a beaver dragging piles of wood in front of a lake. A shovel wasn't needed; you just handled her breasts by hand, letting her gelatinous flesh bulge and squeeze between your fingers and droop over your forearms. Asuka's skin was peppered with reddened rashes and surfacing veins alike. Occasionally, you would graze against one of the more tender areas and hear her try to mute her own instinctive squeals.

But with how big she had become, the search didn't last long. Nipples had long since won the size competition against manhole covers. Her areolae spread across her pristine skin until they each spanned the width of your outstretched arms. And speaking of stretching, that’s exactly what you had to do to fasten the plastic cups on to her unruly tits. Her breasts didn’t jiggle so much as they rippled like cresting waves.

"Mmmmnnf... nngnnngggh..." Asuka's hands were clamped over her mouth. Eyes shut, shoulders tensed; surely beneath her titanic boobs, her legs were squirming wildly about. When you were burying your arms deep into her underbust in search of her nipples, you could feel how the movement of her legs moved her entire chest around like it was a slinky.

The pump was an electronic device that had forever found its place in the corner beside you. Besides the couch, it was the only furnishing that wasn't allowed to leave this room. The hoses that connected it with the two plastic cups on her boobs were as thick as those that came off the side of a fire engine.

All it took was a flick of a switch.

WHIIIIIIIIRRRRRRR...

The hoses sprang to life in an instant, thickening up as milk flowed through them like they were connected to a fire hydrant. Milk pummeled the insides of the plastic cups like water dousing a windshield in a car wash. The sounds were crushing, deafening – but none of them grabbed your attention quite as much as Asuka's own uncontrollable whimpering.

"Nnnnghh... mmNNNnnfgh... haaah... haaah...~"

To visit a historic landmark; to look up at a rare eclipse; to watch how Asuka's ferocious attitude turned on a dime as the milk started to flow. Her delicate fingers dropped from her mouth and gripped the leather upholstery of your couch like she was bracing for some sort of impact. Sweat dripped from the tips of her eyelashes. Even her legs kicked involuntarily underneath the weight of her boobs like she was being tested for reflexes. There was no question about it. Her boobs ruled her entire body.

"...o-okay... y-you did it... hhNNnnngh... just in time..." She may have been on the other side of the room across a horizon of cleavage, but Asuka's smile was unmistakable. It was so warm that it could bring the sun up during the dead of night. "...I guess as... MMMNF... a reward... y-you can p-put that cowbell collar around my neck..."

[gainprincess]

SLORSH SLORSH SLOSH SLOSH WOBBLE SLORSH SLOSHWOBBLE~

SLORSH... WOBBLE... JIGGLE...

SLORSH SLORSH SLOSH SLOSH WOBBLE SLORSH SLOSHWOBBLE~

SLORSH SLORSH SLOSH SLOSH WOBBLE SLORSH SLOSHWOBBLE~

SLORSH SLORSH SLOSH SLOSH WOBBLE SLORSH SLOSHWOBBLE~

SLORSH SLORSH SLOSH SLOSH WOBBLE SLORSH SLOSHWOBBLE~

SLORSH SLORSH SLOSH SLOSH WOBBLE SLORSH SLOSHWOBBLE~

SLORSH SLORSH SLOSH SLOSH WOBBLE SLORSH SLOSHWOBBLE~

SLORSH SLORSH SLOSH SLOSH WOBBLE SLORSH SLOSHWOBBLE~

SLORSH SLORSH SLOSH SLOSH WOBBLE SLORSH SLOSHWOBBLE~

SLLLOOORSSSHHH!~

"Huh? What is it, Just? Here for my hourly? Ugh, fine. Just... get the cups yourself, okay?"

[I am proving a point to @justsescape.~]

[the-wild-card-hand]

@wxtchpilot​

“Are you...kinda disjointed as I am...?” Shinn had to do a double-take

[universestreasures]

Asuka Tenjoin from Yu-Gi-Oh! GX & Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V is now available as a somewhat active muse! For GX she is slight canon divergent (the major canon divergences on default I have for her is she does not join the Society of Light, even after losing to Manjoume) and headcanon expanded, and for Arc-V she is a canon complement and headcanon expanded.

Her is also orientation is bi btw!

(Encouraged Enabled to add by @cyberends & @sweetcobaltblue )