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pikasdf123 · 23 days
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Exploring the Phenomenon of Anime Sex Dolls: A Fusion of Realism and Anime Aesthetics
In recent times, there has been a notable upswing in the popularity of anime sex doll, captivating the attention of collectors, enthusiasts, and casual fans alike. These dolls, meticulously crafted to resemble characters from beloved anime series, have carved out a distinctive niche in the market. While the concept of sex dolls is not new, the convergence of realistic features with anime aesthetics has given rise to a growing phenomenon. This article aims to explain the positive effects of the emergence of anime sex dolls in various aspects.
1. Emotional Connection: For some individuals, anime sex dolls provide a sense of companionship and emotional connection. These dolls can serve as a source of comfort, allowing their owners to express their affections and desires in a safe and non-judgmental environment.
2. Collectibility: Anime sex dolls have also gained popularity among collectors who appreciate their craftsmanship and attention to detail. Just like action figures or other memorabilia, these dolls can hold significant value, making them an attractive investment for enthusiasts.
3. Impact on Relationships: The presence of anime sex dolls within relationships can be a sensitive topic. It is crucial for partners to engage in open and honest communication to ensure that boundaries are respected and that both parties feel comfortable and secure within the relationship.
The emergence of anime sex dolls embodies the convergence of popular culture, technological advancements, and individual desires. While some may perceive them as contentious or problematic, it is crucial to approach this subject matter with an open mind and engage in thoughtful discussions concerning consent, objectification, and the potential impact on relationships. Just like any other form of expression or hobby, it is vital to consider the ethical implications involved and uphold the boundaries and values of oneself and others. Ultimately, the phenomenon of anime sex dolls acts as a reminder of the diverse ways in which individuals explore their interests and forge connections in an ever-evolving world.
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forevercloudnine · 1 year
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I just finished batman legends of the dark knight prey. good story but hugo man. what did they mean by that
I can't imagine what you're referring to...
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Hugo's characterization here is I think mostly just a symptom of how uncontrollably horny this entire comic is, but his relationship to the idea of Batman is so fascinatingly steeped in sex and gender that I can't bring myself to look away. The fact that he sees Batman's vigilante violence as inherently erotic...
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The fact that his envy towards Batman is expressed through jealousy over that perceived eroticism, which he projects onto both real and imaginary women in misogynistic outbursts where he screams at them for (he has assumed) preferring Batman to him...
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And yeah, the fact that after he gets angry at his sexy mannequin woman for "thinking" Batman is better than him, he takes off the Batman costume and puts it on her instead. For whatever reason. And then puts it back on himself.
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strawberryya · 3 months
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Santa baby
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pairing: choi san x fem!reader
synopsis: Christmas is coming around, and you decide a new outfit is in its right place - for you and your boyfriend of course. Will he like the holiday themed outfits you have picked out enough to give you a couple needed gifts in return?
word count: 3.4k
genre/cw: SMUT, cosplaying Santa for devious purposes, idol au, establish relationship, softdom!san, sub!reader, a slight voice kink, use of sextoy, unprotected sex, cockwarming, oral sex - both recieving, borderline cumplay, soft aftercare.
rating: 18+
a/n: surpise @millennial-fangirl! I'm your cod secret Santa! I'm so sorry this took forever to finally post, but I hope you like it nonetheless!!
network tagging: @cultofdionysusnet @svthub @k-labels @kvanity-main
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How would San react to the slutty reindeer outfit? Would he think the tail was cute? You imagine the look on his face as he opens the Christmas present you are trying to pick out. Usually, he would be the one deciding what you would dress up as. This year you want to try something new, you want to surprise him with a sexy new outfit. For him. 
When you see the sexy Santa outfit hanging neatly on one of the rows of the toyshop, you can’t help yourself. It was so perfect. Tiny red briefs in velour, black gloves, and a matching belt… you figured that the belt had other purposes than holding up the nonexistent pants. You want to see San in the skimpy outfit. You need to see how it would fit snuggly around his large cock, and experience the feeling of the leather gloves when they meet your plush skin. 
You are getting too excited just thinking about it, and Christmas Eve is still a whole week away. Pulling yourself out of your thoughts you take a set of the skimpy outfit for San and continue browsing. 
Maybe you should get something for yourself as well? You debated it for a bit, looking at all the different seasonal and general costumes. You had quite a few at home already, with San loving to dress you up you had tried on quite a few over the years. When you spot the matching Mrs Santa Claus set you realize what needs to be done. 
After all, he needs something pretty to look at too. This was his present after all. You could hear his seductive voice as if he stood right beside you, “Such a pretty whore, all dolled up for me on Christmas Eve.”
You imagine his smirk as he sees what you have planned for him. Your stomach flutters with anticipation at the thought. He likes to be dominant just as much as you love being his submissive, but sometimes you want to be the one taking the initiative, the one to take control. Picking out the sluttiest Christmas outfits for the two of you as a Christmas gift felt like the perfect opportunity for you to do so. You get to choose what and how it is going to be done. At least, that’s what you have in mind right now. 
Before leaving the store with your new costumes, you ask for a good recommendation from the staff for your third surprise for San. A vibrator, just a small little thing that you could use as a helping hand to make him feel as good as possible. You don’t use toys on him very often, but why not? They always make you feel good. You decide to try it out this once. 
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The gifts are wrapped in red and gold when Christmas Eve comes around. After a week of thinking daily about how to go about giving him the gifts with the best result, you decide to put on your own outfit and hide it under your pajamas until the right moment. 
San had not had the day off. The life of an idol could not be put off even on holidays such as this. You watch his performance on your TV as it airs, fixing your boobs in the lacy bra one last time before covering up with your Christmas pajama shirt. There was a matching velvet choker, but wearing it could ruin the entire surprise, so you decide to hold off on putting it on until later. The show was a holiday-themed special, San was acting even cuter than normal, fitting right in with his group members as they danced and pranced across the stage in their snowman outfits and reindeer headbands. It is adorable, you can’t deny that. 
San has some serious talent when it comes to hiding his dominant streak. The cute cheek pokes and eye smiles almost convince you that he isn’t the same man who had ordered you to choke on his cock just a couple of nights ago. You had gladly done so of course, but it is sometimes hard to believe they are the same person.
The door slammed shut, making you almost jump out of the couch where you were sitting while waiting for San to arrive. He seems agitated as he drops his bag on the floor. He falls onto the couch the moment he sees you sitting there looking pretty and soft in your red and white checkered pajamas. His head buries itself in your thighs, making your cunt clench a bit, but innocently enough for you to chuckle it off as you begin patting his head. “What’s wrong Sannie?” 
“Too much cuteness, can’t do it anymore. So, so tired.”
He groans into your thighs after looking over to the TV and noticing that you are watching his performance. “Please, turn that off, I really cannot look at that anymore.” 
You chuckle but shut off the TV. “Rough day then, huh?
“Very. But I am free now~,” he says, suddenly sounding a bit more cheerful, his sharp eyes looking at you instead. Arms folding to hold his head up, his biceps balancing on your thighs. He looks so charming, you think. Leftover makeup is still sparkling on his cheeks and in the corners of his eyes. You wipe his cheek gently, “I have an early Christmas present for you. Maybe that will cheer you up and get you in the holiday spirits?” 
San gives you a pleased smile in return, pulling you down with a gentle hand to kiss you softly. He tastes like chocolate chip cookies. It made you not want to pull away, but the thought of finally seeing his reaction to his gifts finally won over the pleasure of feeling his lips on yours. 
You run to fetch the box from under the tree that you had decorated together a couple of weeks ago. The shiny red and gold paper is glistening in your hands when you excitedly hand it over to San. You position yourself next to his legs on the soft carpet, looking up at him with so much hope in your expression. He’s sitting up now, the sweats he had worn when getting off work showing off his dick-print, it feels a bit like he is teasing you even though he doesn’t know it. 
“What is it?” San asks, eyebrows curiously knitting as he picks up the rather light package he had seen under the tree for a couple of days now. 
“You can’t ask me that! Just open it!” 
He doesn’t waste any time ripping the paper open after that, the red and white fabric soon appearing to the both of you. San picks up the gloves, the briefs, the hat, and the collar. There is nothing more to the outfit, it’s honestly even less fabric than what you have on underneath your pajamas… You watched his face turn from a small smile into a dark smirk. 
“Are these for me, baby?” 
You nod, meeting his piercing gaze. Heat spread across your skin when San stood up without a word, throwing off his shirt, picking up the tiny Santa collar, and putting it on without much effort. He had practiced putting variations of these on your neck for years, and it wasn’t much harder adorning his own neck with one. 
His proportions always stunned you, and seeing him so causally pulling his pants down to reveal his large bulge sitting prettily in his boxers made your mouth water. His body is seductive, that was the only way to put it. The small red and white briefs are quickly pulled on, and you can’t help but be a bit sad that he was putting on more clothes right now, even though you loved seeing him try on his Christmas present just as you had planned. 
“Will you hand me those, love?” Obediently you hand over the black gloves and the hat he pointed toward, earning a “Good girl,” from San. The way his voice isn’t hiding the smirk behind those words is making your walls clench around nothing. He is a vision when he stands towering above you, your eyes flickering over the details of his body. Gloves snuggly hugging his hands, arms veiny just like the pretty part right above the edge of the snug briefs. He has gotten so big during the last couple of years, his broad shoulders make you want to throw your arms around him, inviting him to do whatever he pleases tonight. 
“You like what you see, don’t you?”
“Very much, San, I like it a lot,” you agree, gaze still wandering between the different parts of his body. 
He scoffed, “Don’t you think you’re enjoying yourself a bit too much? Have you been a good enough whore this year to act this shamelessly? And you know very well that it’s Sir.” 
You suck in a breath. His stern, but teasing tone made your heart beat faster. Not to mention the way his gloved hand has begun fondling his clothed cock. 
“I have been a very good whore, Sir.” 
“Oh, really?” San flirts, a smirk growing wide on his lips when you begin unbuttoning your shirt. You look down, intimidated by the way he watched you, embarrassed about having planned this entire thing out as a Christmas gift. When the red fabric covering your breast begins to show he bends down to your level on the floor, a leather-gloved hand lifting your chin, forcing you to look at him while you pull the rest of your pajama shirt off. 
“Be a good girl and keep your eyes on me, won’t you?”
You do as he wishes. Your breath is shallow as you let him inspect your figure, still kneeling on the floor in front of him. Your tits are barely being held back by the red lace. You wait until San nods with approval at your new lingerie. He sits back down on the couch, your gaze catching the way his bulge has grown even more. 
“Are you all dolled up for me, baby?” He asks, not expecting any answer. “Will you show me the rest of your outfit now?”
You were reminded of the collar you had hidden in your pocket, pulling it out and handing it over to San submissively. “Could you help me put it on, Sir?” 
With a swift hand, San helps you snap the collar in place. The golden bells that adorn it ring prettily as you run your fingers over it. His touch lingered on your neck, the warmth of his hand chasing chills right down to where the heat had begun pooling between your legs. Without a word, you stand up. Carefully pushing down your pants to reveal the last piece of your outfit. The lace is already sticking to your wet lips. It’s a lewd sight, the fabric covering almost nothing, your bra making your tits look like they were about to burst the tiny thing open at the seams, and the collar ringing softly as your breath moved your chest.
”Like it?” 
“Of course I like it. You have indeed been a good little whore this year,” San responds, his eyes meeting yours with hunger. “Come here, pretty girl.”
You straddled him without hesitation, needy for his touch. San’s hands quickly find your curves, gently caressing you with familiarity and need. His erection presses deliciously against your cunt, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. 
You kiss down his body, eager to please him with your mouth when you remember that you have almost forgotten about the third gift. “Wait! I have one more thing,” you mumble, getting yourself off from your confused (and horny) boyfriend. When you returned with yet another gift in your hands San doesn’t hesitate for a second to rip it open to see what could be more important than an orgasm right now. The tiny red vibrator that he unwrapped was a good answer to his questions. 
“For you?” he asks. 
“No, for you.”
San’s eyes widen when you take the vibrator from him. You had made sure it was ready for use right away. Proud to have prepared so thoroughly, you giggle a bit as you start kissing up his thigh, knees firmly planted on the carpet again, hands fondling San’s erection. It’s fun challenging San’s authority in this way. His hard cock smacks up against his abdomen when you pull down the fabric covering him. He groans above you as you lick along his needy shaft. You let your saliva drip down, sucking gently on his reddened tip. One of your hands works at the base of his erection, and the other fiddles carefully with the vibrator. A slow buzzing sound melts together with San’s pretty sounds as you press it against his hip, slowly dragging it toward his hardness. You hollowed your cheeks, letting the vibrations of the toy go through his hardness, softly at first. 
He jerks up into your mouth, his body fighting to regain control over the situation. With a firm grip, he pushes your head down further on his needy cock. He’s lost in the chase of his own high, the way you are gagging around him only taking him closer to the edge. Your pussy clenches uncontrollably, even when he isn’t ordering you around with words. His actions always manage to give him the upper hand in these situations. He cums down your throat with a series of moans, so pretty you almost begin detesting the vibrator for giving off any sound at all that distracts your ears from hearing him. You let him fuck your throat until he pulls you off of him, teary-eyed and heaving for air. 
“So good for me, fuck-” he gasps out. He looks down at you, hands desperately clinging to his thighs, your nipples having been pushed up above the edge of your tiny bra, hardened and suckable. Cum is dripping from the corner of your mouth, he reaches up a gloved hand, wiping it up only to order you to open your mouth once again. You lick the tiny amount of spilled cum from the black leather. 
You are becoming needy. As much as you love pleasing him, you crave his touch too. Will he grant your wish if you simply ask? It was always a gamble, whether or not he would continue to play with you or please you like you needed. 
He was always careful not to move too fast, loving to tease you and play with you until you were ready to take him inside of you. But after preparing for the surprise and wearing the sexy lingerie while lounging around, and then seeing just how quickly San had slipped into the usual dynamic between the two of you, you felt like you could take him with ease. 
To be completely honest, you are more than convinced that you can take him. Your cunt aches for him. 
“If you don’t stop wiggling your ass like that I might think that you’re already ready for me to get a taste of that sweet pussy,” San smirks as he watches your thighs squeeze together in search of some relief. 
“I’m ready for you, Santa baby.”
“That’s cute,” he scoffs, “You seem like an eager little whore today.”
He gives you a look of mischief. An expression you love seeing, since it tells you that he has made his plans for what to do with you next.
“Can you lay down for me, pretty girl?”
You rise from the floor and position yourself next to San, your pussy available for him to use as he sees fit. The black leather gloves he still wears touch down on your soft thighs, helping you spread your legs for San to see just how wet you have gotten. With a swift finger, he pulls your red panties aside, watching as your folds spread beautifully. Slick and glistening. 
He hums, “Such a sweet pussy you have, baby. I just can’t get enough…” 
You gasp as he dives in for a taste, finally giving you something to help satisfy your urges. His tongue swipes at your pussy lips, lips kissing your clit, eyes closed, and his moans reveal just how much he’s enjoying himself as he eats you out. 
A warm feeling spreads throughout your body when he sucks on your clit as a finger or two begin slipping into you and curling against your sensitive spot. He has a talent for making you cum fast, and hard. You are grinding up against his face when your first orgasm washes over you. 
He works you through it, kisses against your inner thighs and a calming touch making sure you ride it out until you are panting and begging him for another. 
San’s eyes shine at the pleading sounds. “My very own little whore, so desperate for cock.”
“Please… just one more!” 
“I need to give you something back for this wonderful Christmas present, don’t I? A couple more orgasms sound like a good idea to me,” he says as he pulls you up by your arms, and with your assistance, you are now straddling him as he kisses you. He doesn’t taste like chocolate chip cookies anymore, now he tastes of you. It makes you feel dizzy. 
You slip onto his hard erection, taking him in with a moan. He helps you start bouncing on his lap, the bells around your neck ringing softly as he stretches you out. The gloves aid him in holding a steady grip around your hips and thighs as he lifts you as much as he can while simultaneously watching your pussy coating his cock in your slick. His muscles become even more defined with each curl. You can’t take your eyes away from him. You whimper that you are close, and in response, San reaches down to pick up the tiny vibrator that lies next to him on the couch. 
He presses the toy against your clit, your walls contracting around his length at the sensation. You are coming undone within seconds, but he doesn’t remove the vibrations, overstimulating you until you are squirming on his lap. Nails clawing at his bare, sweaty shoulders, and walls squeezing him uncontrollably. 
You didn’t mean to come a second time, but when you go silent, and your entire body tenses against him San knows that he has succeeded in returning the favor. He cums inside of you, filling you up, eager to see it run out of you. He would’ve eaten it out of you, but you are already spent. Next time, he decides. 
With a soft hand, he removes the toy from you, a gentle touch soothing your clit while you whimper at how sensitive he has gotten you. He lets you calm down, his cock softening inside of your warmth, just how you like it. It makes you feel close to him when he lets you feel him like that. 
“I’ll go get some towels, could you stay right here for me baby?” he says, soft voice feeling like a warm blanket around your exhausted mind. You nod and slide off of him, missing his warmth the moment his arms let you go. He comes back with damp towels and water, making sure you’re cleaned up completely, and that you drink the entire glass of water before he finally forces you on your feet so you can go to the bathroom. He has taken the Santa outfit off, instead, he’s dressed in the nice grey sweats from before and a simple t-shirt. He dresses you in your softest pajamas and gives you new underwear. He patts your hair while he snuggles up next to you in your shared bed. The lights from the Christmas tree shine their warm light all the way to the bedroom. You let San take care of you completely, falling asleep in his warm embrace after having begged him for at least ten kisses. 
“Thank you, that was a really nice present, baby.”
You smiled a drowsy smile, “I’m gonna have to think up something for New Year’s now because I wanna do this again…”
“Maybe I could be the one to surprise you, I have some ideas already,” San said and pulled you even closer, fingers running softly across your back. 
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j-0ne25 · 1 year
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HOLD ON TIGHT — (18+!)
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“And stop calling me by that nickname,” you add then, trying to forget about the sound of his voice pronouncing those four letters.
“Why is that? It fits you, you’re the prettiest person at the whole convention, if you ask me, doll.”
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🎮 SYNOPSIS: You can't believe your eyes when you spot your rival at the video game convention that you have been looking forward to for months. You want to be furious, really, but what happens when he's suddenly totally kind and a little too flirty with you, after he realises the both of you are unintentionally attending the event in matching cosplays?
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🍭 CONTENT INFO: felix x afab reader, enemies to lovers, rival felix, best friend hyunjin, smut/a little fluff, they are all gamers and nerds lol
👾 CONTENT WARNING: reader is cosplaying in a dress and wearing makeup, jealousy (reader), topics of unrequited feelings (not between felix and reader), smut tags under the cut
🔮 WORD COUNT: 8.5K
💜 SMUT: semi-public sex (bathroom), slight dom/sub dynamics, breast play, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv, choking, praise kink, voice kink, name calling (doll, darling, baby, good girl, good boy)
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“Hyunjin, pay fucking attention.”
You’ve had it today. Usually, you try to stay calm during games but your best friend has been harassing your last nerve for the past thirty minutes. The fight at work some hours ago adds to your tense aura, technically close to snapping by now.
“Chill, dude.”
His voice is quiet but sincere, traveling to you from across the room. Although you teamed up in an online match, it is nothing unusual for the both of you to meet up on Friday evenings, celebrating another end of a hard week of work with your favourite games, some delivery food and beer.
Since your job has been even more exhausting than your best friend is behaving right now, he allowed you to choose today’s dinner—pizza from your favourite place down the street.
“Watch out, it’s five_star_m1chelin at it again,” Hyunjin adds to the conversation, for once giving you a useful hint.
You’ve been thrown into games with this user tons of times before, it’s getting ridiculous. Sometimes he’s part of your team, sometimes he starrs in the rival group—just however AI decides to place him. Perhaps, he’s one of the few who has a similarly high elo rating in comparision to Hyunjin and you but nonetheless he annoys the shit out of you constantly.
Unfortunately, this has to happen on top of all bad things occurring to you this week—your boss yelling at you for something that your clumsy colleague did wrong, your heater acting up and making you sit here under four blankets in April since temperatures decided to drop down to five degrees again and Hyunjin going on a date with a cute girl he met in an art gallery. Yes. You may have a tiny little crush on your longtime friend but you have gained level platinum in hiding your feelings for him.
And additionally to that big lump of shit making your everyday life harder, user five_star_m1chelin is occupying your free time now with his stupid comments. The words stay written, until one of the other mates of your team decides to switch to voice chat—including the opponent group.
There is one tiny problem about it.
You feel pathetic even admitting it.
But apart from his absolutely disastrous behaviour and persistence in winning—even if it meant he had to betray his own grandmother—your rival’s voice has an addicting charm to it. You could listen to it twenty four hours, seven days a week. If it wasn’t filled with so much bullshit.
You have no idea what he looks like, most times of the day you don’t even care about it—but the deepness in the words spilling from his lips make your head spin around in circles.
“You good, bro?” Hyunjin asks when he notices you zoning out, after he makes sure to hit the mute button.
“Y-Yeah. Sure. Just the usual.”
“They are annoying, I know. Do you wanna play something else?”
What Hyunjin can’t achieve voice-wise, he makes up with so many other factors—his plump lips basically draw your eyes on them, his bleached messy hair makes you want to tousle the peach-coloured strands, his pretty elegant fingers create unholy scenes inside your head–
“Earth to Y/N.”
His words are followed by a snapping sound, his middle finger colliding with the palm of his hand.
“No,” you start, needing another second to reminisce what Hyunjin asked mere moments ago until the information floods into your mind again.
“Let’s play one last round.”
Hyunjin chuckles and you hate him for that. You do. For two main reasons—you are in a bad mood right now and everyone experiencing opposite feelings automatically turn into your enemy thanks to your hot-headed nature and, apart from that, it reminds you of how adorable you find your best friend all over again.
“Ah, yeah. The famous promise that no gamer has ever kept.”
You don’t even pay attention to your best friend’s words anymore. Your head is a mess. Threatened by all the overwhelming thoughts running speed marathons in there. Nice. What was supposed to be a fun, chill Friday night turned into another episode of stress.
But today the one last round quote actually becomes true, when your rival’s comment turns into your final straw that makes the tower of annoyance crash down into a million tiny pieces.
five_star_m1chelin: why does this game always let us play against a bunch of noobs lmao
The audacity this guy has is unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable.
“For fuck’s sake, I’ve had enough,” you say immeditaly before the screen darkens, only enlightening eight letters in a bright purple reading GAME OVER.
“Y/N, calm down. It’s just a game.”
Hwang Hyunjin, you better shut your mouth or the rest of the pizza will be flying into your beautiful doll face.
You, somehow, manage to regain sanity once you take a deep breath and turn off the computer in front of you. A large sip from your beer, as you empty the bottle, eases your mind further.
“Y/N, listen,” your best friend starts again. “I know it’s been some rough days for you. Let’s just take it easy and make the best out of this weekend, okay? You have been looking forward to the video game convention for months now.”
Yeah, until Hyunjin decided to invite his new flame from the art gallery date and include her in your longtime planned schedule.
This saturday was supposed to be filled with bestie-time—overpriced, greasy fast-food, sneaking in liquor in your bra, dressing up in matching costumes and getting as many free goodies as possible, all whilst test-playing the new DLCs and versions of your favourite games.
Hyunjin has noticed that your mood has shifted to something else—where once was anger, there is a shade of disappointment and sadness decorating your face now.
“Hey, angel, why don’t you show me your costume, hm? Did you manage to make the last adjustment?”
A smile welcomes your mimics now, especially when Hyunjin gets up from his assigned seat and takes a few steps towards you. His hand finds your own, fingers entangled with each other, as he helps you get up.
“Yeah, I did. I can show you.”
He softly nods, while his body disconnects with yours again when you walk towards your wardrobe. You get hit with a wide selection of clothes—all unorganised. Skimming through the different fabrics, your fingers catch the material they have been searching for—a dark, deep purple dress, shimmering even in the dim shade of your fairy lights that are shrouding your room in a warm colour.
The dress feels both so soft on the inside and a little scratchy on the outside, thanks to the billion particles of glitter attached to it. Hyunjin’s eyes widen, once you pull the costume out and carefully lay it on your bed so it doesn’t get creased.
“Woah, the colours are astonishing,” Hyunjin whispers as he takes in the full glance of the dress.
“Should I put it on?” You ask then, finding his gaze.
He nods, hastily, eager to see what it looks like, before he rushes towards the door, “Just tell me when you’re done.”
Oh, you get the hint now. But it feels very weird making Hyunjin leave your bedroom when the both of you have seen each other in swimsuits plenty of times. There’s no difference to underwear, right?
“Don’t play dumb. I’ll be quick. Besides that, I need someone to tie the strings at the back, I can’t reach them.”
Your best friend nods, before he turns around on his feet again but decides at the last minute to direct his head in another direction—out of respect.
Little has he realised that, now in front of the wardrobe, he can see your reflection very clearly thanks to the large mirror. But luckily, you’re standing the other way around, so he only has to withstand the picture of your bare back and your bottom covered in your panties, granting him a good view.
Fuck. Hyunjin would be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to you, physically. But, unfortunately, that’s all there is for him. You’re his best friend and he wants the connection to stay this way—sadly, his emotional desire for you isn’t strong enough for something serious to happen and according to the suspicions your shared friend Minho has (that you may have a little crush on the tall, peach-haired guy) makes him feel uncomfortably awful.
The more he thinks about it, the more he is drifting off in his own thoughts, regretting having invited Eunji to your long awaited convention weekend. He wasn’t really aware of it, not really taking it seriously and he hopes it’s not as deep as Minho makes it seem.
But all his doubts, all those contemplations vanish away when you turn around and he copies your motion. The glitter fills his whole vision and Hyunjin is at a total loss for words—the fact you’re cosplaying one of his favourite characters out of the game you have been playing for years makes this even better.
“You look… unbelievable.”
A smile finds your face, as you thank him for the compliment. You try everything to not let his words get to your head. Especially when you catch a glimpse of your own figure in the mirror, realising you really look as beautiful as ever.
Hyunjin’s eyes stay glued on yours, until a vibrating sound echoes from across the room. Your best friend walks towards where his phone is located, catching it between his fingers as his view lingers on the bright screen.
Your heart breaks a little when you grasp that the smile that’s on his face now seems so much realer. Fuller. More meaningful.
“It’s just Eunji asking where and when to meet tomorrow but I will just pick her up and we can collect you at the subway station. Is that alright?”
Perfect. Fucking perfect.
“Sure,” you exhale, taking a few steps towards your wardrobe again.
Once you’re out of Hyunjin’s sight—his whole face attached to his display—you get changed again, hovering the thin fabric over your head but struggling at the task of untying the strings at the back.
“Do you need help?” Hyunjin offers when he hears your grunts, turning around in the process.
“No, I don’t. I can do this myself.”
Your words leave your mouth harsher than intended and necessary. A well deserved scoff hits you next, followed by your best friend mumbling, “Jesus Christ, you’re extraordinarily bitchy today.”
This time you don’t answer.
“You should get going, Hyun.”
He gets the hint this time. Although, not completely. He simply believes it’s the piled up stress taking over your last nerve as he doesn’t realise what big role he plays in this chaos—unintentionally.
So, he walks towards the door of your room, softly laying his hands on your half-naked back, untying the strings in one swift motion and you let him.
“See you tomorrow afternoon,” he says, while his palm collides with the door knob. “Sleep well.”
A few minutes pass by, as you clean up the space in your bedroom—getting rid of the empty beer bottles and paper boxes. You have toned down the intensity of your fairy lights by a few levels, before you rush to the bathroom to begin with your nighttime routine.
Once you’re back in your usual habitat—in front of your computer—with a nice, hot cup of herbal tea, your eyes witness an unread private message from a few minutes ago.
When you take in the letters of the username that sent it to you on Discord, your eyes widen.
No way.
You gasp. Then you scoff.
And then you reread the text once more.
five_star_m1chelin [23:17]: sorry for the message earlier, this wasn’t supposed to be sent to the group chat
What is his intention behind that? On one hand it’s not that deep—it’s just a game as Hyunjin says—but on the other hand you feel like he owes you way more than this.
So, you decide to reply.
you [23:31]: and this makes it better?
The guy behind the other display really didn’t mean it this way—even though it’s absolutely hard to believe. But, well, as cliché as it sounds for a gamer and young guy working in IT business, his interactions with the opposite sex are rare. He always thinks that teasing gets him somewhere but he leaves out the misunderstandings texting generates in his calculations.
A quick sound tells you he sent another message.
five_star_m1chelin [23:32]: no, no but I still wanted to apologise in general. I can be a bit rude sometimes.
Oddly enough you relate to this a lot—especially on days like these when the glass is half full, waiting to be spilled all over the surface it’s standing on, once another droplet gets connected to the liquid inside.
You hesitate. You don’t really get where this conversation is supposed to get you. But, probably, it’s not even that deep. He just had the decency to apologise for something he did. You should really stop overanalysing every word people use around you. It’s not that deep, you are totally sure.
Until the screen reads ‘incoming voice call’.
For fuck’s sake, what does he want now? This is getting weird.
However, you pick it up without batting an eyelid.
“Hi. It’s me,” the deep voice echoes from your speakers.
“Yeah, no shit,” you reply impulsively.
The guy takes a few seconds, before a shy, almost embarrassed chuckle escapes his lips.
“Ah, yes. I’m already regretting this.”
You roll your eyes at his words.
“So you confess that you just called to annoy me more?”
He snickers once more, this time a little less timid.
“N-No, I wasn’t really thinking if I’m honest–“
“–nothing new.”
He lets out a breath, poking his cheeks from the inside with his tongue but you can’t see him. Fuck, there’s something about you being so direct, not thinking before you speak sometimes that makes him lose his mind.
“I deserved that a lot,” he says.
But you’re not in for a nice chitchat, especially not with him. Although it’s not a secret that you could listen to his voice on repeat, like a new song you are obsessing over, destined to shoot to the top of your most played tracks on Spotify.
“Listen,” you begin again, this time actually trying to sound nice, “I had a rough week and I really need to get some rest. I also have plans with my friend tomorrow and have to get up early.”
“That Jinnie guy?”
Yeah. Your bestie has the cringiest username out there. Jinnie_piscesboy. He created this account when he was thirteen years old, though, so he is excused.
“Yeah, him.”
“I’m Felix, by the way,” the male voice says. For some reason it fits him. You start wondering what he looks like again, until you regain power over your brain and you tell him your own name.
“Y/N…” he repeats with a husky whisper, as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud and forgot to mute his speaker for a second.
Fuck. You’ve never expected a sound so pretty to spill from his lips. The way he repeats the syllables makes your head dizzy. If there is such a thing as being attracted to someone’s voice, you sure are when it comes to him.
“Well then, Y/N,” he speaks again, making you absolutely insane just with a few words. “Sweet dreams.”
Not quite in favour of the last piece of sanity in your body, you fall asleep to the sound of his voice this night, as the deep melody still lingers in your ears.
🎮
As expected, you wake up a little too late but still manage to meet Hyunjin and Eunji at the subway station on time. It’s two o’clock in the afternoon and they are already holding hands, expectantly waiting for you at the platform. Well, Hyunjin at least. Eunji has a very bored expression on her face. Although you can’t lie, she is very pretty. You get why Hyunjin might find her attractive.
“Oh, we brought this for you,” your best friend says, as he pushes the plastic cup of fresh iced coffee into your hand. You don’t question that he decided for a cold drink during these temperatures.
“Thanks,” you say, before your gaze switches towards the girl beside him.
“This is Eunji,” Hyunjin says then, pulling her towards him as he places his big hand on her shoulder and she whimpers a little at the sudden contact.
That’s when the spirals of absolute bullshit start running around in your head. You wonder if he has touched her like this before, if they shared a kiss or if his name spilled from her lips when he was possibly deep inside–
“You good?”
You hastily nod at your friend’s question, as you correct the way your long coat is sticking to your figure. The combination of iced coffee and a costume revealing so much skin underneath that thin jacket isn’t the best idea of the century, you must admit.
“Yeah, sure. Should we go?”
It’s once you’re inside the cramped wagon, that you realise that neither Hyunjin nor Eunji came in a cosplay to the event. Sure, your best friend never agreed on putting on some outfit like you did, but something tells you he didn’t do it because of her.
You saw the look on her face when she took in a glance of your glittery makeup. You’re not judging her, she seems like a decent girl but you’re not entirely neutral here. At least you notice your emotions before they can be set free this time.
It is definitely called luck that you purchased the full-day tickets in advance, when you spot the ridiculously long line of people waiting in front of the venue. Once you're inside, the three of you rush towards the cloakroom, letting the employee stuff away the clothing you don’t need.
And that’s when you notice the look on Eunji’s face—an uncomfortable mixture of surprise and judgement, as if she’s both admiring you for your bold outfit choice but is silently evaluating how her respect for you decreases with every square centimetre of skin that you are showing.
What a pity. You really wanted to like her.
“You okay, darling?”
If she wants to play this game her way, you are happy to adapt.
“Y-Yeah, it’s just… aren’t you cold?”
Translate as you look like a slut.
“Nah, I’m feeling quite hot, if you ask me.”
Hyunjin suppresses a chuckle. You, on the other hand, celebrate the mischievous smirk this situation causes to appear on your glittering face.
“Should we check out a few games?” Your best friend asks once the conversation comes to a stuck.
Eunji nods but you can see it in her eyes that she wants to say more.
You’re soon learning she’s not a girl’s girl. She is not here for support and it’s nothing personal towards you. The way her eyes travel down the form of so many other cosplayers, especially female ones in tight and revealing outfits.
Maybe you’re not doing her justice and creating an opinion too soon, but everything about her makes you uncomfortable.
This is beyond being jealous of her. If you think about it, you don’t really care about Hyunjin dating her anymore.
But what is a real thorn in your flesh is her general behaviour and attitude.
You wonder how Hyunjin picked her up at an art gallery when she has to make stupid comments on everything that crosses her vision. But maybe that’s just another cliché that fits. An hour may have passed by now, but the tension grew so much thicker, you want to cut it with a knife.
Although, the annoyed look on her face and the proud one on Hyunjin’s, whenever someone greets you and asks for a picture—probably adoring the same character of your favourite video game—gives you an intense confidence boost.
“We wanted to check out the merch counter, Eunji is searching for gifts for a few friends,” Hyunjin announces then and you wonder if that’s a hint that they need some time alone.
You don’t feel angry anymore, not even disappointed. It simply leaves you… sad. As if he is betraying you which he technically isn’t.
“Sure, I will get in line for the new DLC then. Whenever you’re ready you can just look for me and save some time this way while I’m waiting for you guys.”
Hyunjin pulls you into a quick but still tight hug, as he whispers, “You’re the best.”
And you want to combust at the furious look Eunji is throwing your way with a thousand tiny splinters. This is some kindergarten bullshit here. It’s getting ridiculous. You may have a small crush on your best friend—although you start doubting it more and more as if the feelings are slowly fading away—but you don’t have a chance with him anyway.
She should notice by now. It’s so incredibly obvious how deep you are in the friendzone, if there was one.
But for once you try to ignore all these thoughts since they aren’t getting you anywhere. You’ve waited for the video game convention for so long, she is not gonna ruin it.
Luckily, the line subsides faster than you expect, probably because the organiser put some logic in it, when they decided to create two of them. You’re getting so hyped up that you have completely forgotten about your two companions, when it’s finally your turn.
A little later you sit down next to the person who has been waiting in the other line, now occupying the computer next to yours, both at the same table, chairs mere centimetres apart.
You admire the look of his face and it sounds ridiculous but it’s as if his beauty is shining through the whole room, enlightening the venue in a warm light. His long blonde strands cling to his neck and the hairstyle reminds you of Hyunjin, although you have to admit it looks a little better on this guy. You take in every particle of his charms and elegance.
Until he opens his mouth to do some smalltalk with you, while the screens are loading.
“Finally, it’s been such a long time since they announced the DLC. I seriously can’t wait for the new version in a few years.”
The odds are so small. So pathetically small.
But out of all people, you are sure it’s five_star_m1chelin sitting next to you now.
You would recognise that voice out of a million others.
“Also, your cosplay is extremely beautiful.”
Yup. It’s his definitely voice. Doing parkour in your silly little head.
“Thank you, Felix.”
He stares at you.
You look back at him.
Until it clicks.
Felix.
Felix.
You dumbass said his name out loud.
“Y/N?”
Of course he recognises your voice in an instant as well. Not surprising.
But, however, what does surprise you is his next sentence.
“Excuse my choice of words but you’re even hotter than I have imagined you.”
There’s a part of you that wants to react in a way that shows him how annoyed of him you are. Until you realise… that his weird type of compliment actually does something to you. It boosts both your mood and confidence. And you’re done judging people on small little aspects.
“Thank you. You too.”
It’s just now that you realise, when taking a closer look at his own costume, that he is cosplaying the character that is being shipped with your own.
Oh, what a coincidence. This all feels as if you’re suddenly part of the video game—unreal and too good to be true. So good, that you almost forget who is sitting next to you here, until one of the organisers tells you your turns are over.
“Do you… maybe wanna grab something to drink together?”
He scratches the back of his neck while proposing his idea, getting all shy for a moment and you almost find him adorable. Almost.
🎮
It’s been a few hours now, the venue gets emptier and emptier with any minute but due to it being Saturday, the convention will at least be going on until midnight and Felix and you still have so much to explore.
By now, you are a team that works well together when it comes to other fans of your favourite video game wanting to take pictures of the couple you’re cosplaying. You could basically get hired for an acting job for the next version they will publish in a few years.
And from time to time even—you are sure it’s not the gin tonic that Felix paid for telling you this—it feels as if he is looking at you a little too long to solely blame it on your marvellous makeup skills…
“Look,” Felix exhales once you enter the next hall of the convention, as he points at a wheel of fortune, shining in all the colours the rainbow has to offer. When you spot the purple part, you realise it’s the exact same shade like your costume.
“Let’s go, we should spin it.”
Unfortunately, you’re never really lucky when it comes to games like this and today isn’t any different. So, Felix’s turn follows after. He positions his finger at the edge of the plastic surface, before pushing once and watching the colours spin at lightning speed. Your eyes follow the motion attentively, until it comes to a halt.
“Oh, we’ve got a first price winner!” The employee squeals, either indicating this hasn’t happened that often yet or she’s simply overdoing her job. In your opinion.
Felix gets handed a stuffed animal in the form of a baby chick. The way too big eyes are basically staring right into your soul but for some reason, you find it absolutely adorable. Almost as adorable as–
Wait, what?
“It’s for you,” Felix says then, dragging you out of your daydreams.
“Oh– thank you.”
He is cute. You can’t deny it anymore. In a way that is so opposite to how he has behaved online it makes you doubt they are the same person.
“No need to thank me, doll.”
He doesn’t look at you when he casually throws the nickname into the conversation. God, that guy has so many facets it makes your head spin all over again. Almost as fast as the fortune wheel when he spun it a few minutes ago. Almost.
Your face heats up so much but you’re sure, if Eunji was here she wouldn’t be able to accuse you of being cold again.
Speaking of the devil, it’s at this second that her and your best friend decide to come around again, showing up after what has been a few hours.
“There you are, Y/N. We have been looking for you,” Hyunjin says, relieved, as he pulls you into a hug. You can bet that Eunji has the same expression on her face again.
“It’s a big venue, isn’t it?”
Hyunjin nods, as he lets go of you, now standing beside his little fling again.
“Oh, sorry,” you speak, realising you haven’t introduced the guy next to you yet.
“This is Felix.”
The blonde men look at each other but you notice that Felix’s face is filled with a little more friendliness. Hyunjin isn’t judging him or anything, it’s rather as if he hasn’t… expected you to go and find someone else which is very weird considering he is here with Eunji and has basically ignored you for half of the day.
“Nice to meet you,” the smaller one says to your best friend, a smile being shooted his way.
It’s as if something in Hyunjin’s head clicks but the Hyunjin that he is, he needs another second to jump to a conclusion.
“You have a voice that… sounds so familiar. Do we know each other?”
Felix chuckles then, squeezing his lower lip between his teeth like on autopilot, before he finds the gaze of the other one again.
“Yes. It’s five_star_m1chelin. Nice to meet you.”
You can practically see a lightbulb shining above Hyunjin’s head now, as he puts two and two together.
“I’m Hyunjin– oh, this is Eunji,” he introduces his girlfriend or whatever then.
She just waves in his direction and you can read it in her expression—she’s impatiently waiting for your best friend to grant all his attention to her again and leave the both of you alone.
But Hyunjin’s mimics have changed a bit, too. You’re done reading too much between the lines, drawing conclusions where there aren’t any but when Felix lays his hand around your hips—which he has already done before, when waiting in line for your drinks—your best friend’s eyes shoot down to the spot where your bodies connect so innocently.
You get aware of it for a second, until Felix pulls you even closer and you almost drop Bbokkari—the plush chick—in the process. But he catches it, giving it back to you before his lips align with your ears, as he whispers, “Be a little more careful, doll.”
You instantly nod, until you realise again that you are still very much in public and very much standing right in front of Hyunjin and Eunji.
“Actually,” Hyunjin suddenly announces, “we were thinking about leaving. We’ve seen everything around here and we’re getting a little tired.”
You nod, once again, a little surprised about the abrupt plan of your friend.
“Sure, I guess… we will stay a little longer,” you say as if it’s a question but, luckily, Felix is on the same page as you.
“Okay, then I will bring Eunji home. I’ll call you, Y/N.”
There’s something in Hyunjin’s face as if he wants to say more but he can’t because the presence of his girlfriend or God knows what is holding him back from it.
Nonetheless, you exchange a hug—a little more rushed than usual—and tell them to stay safe and text once they’re home. You watch them leave the hall until they are out of sight.
“It seems as if you’re a little jealous, doll,” Felix says then, nonchalantly reaching for your hand as if he has done this a thousand times before.
You have learnt by now that the freckled boy is very touchy but you don’t mind at all—even though you usually don’t like it. It just feels so natural with him.
“But not as jealous as he is.”
You decide to ignore the second part of his sentence. It may seem weird and unforeseen, but after today it doesn’t really matter to you anymore. Hyunjin can go and spend as much time with Eunji as he wants—you’re glad to be here with Felix.
He’s actually giving you a good time and he’s listening to you. Felix doesn’t make you feel like a second choice and you would have never expected that the guy that used to get in constant fights with your last nerve would ever make you feel so… safe and wanted.
The last thing you want is Felix to think that there is something going on between you and your best friend. Yes, until twenty four hours ago you were convinced that Hyunjin is the man of your dreams but the more you spend time with Felix, the more those feelings seem to vanish.
Of course it’s a little early to jump to any emotional conclusions.
You may be delusional, but that’s where you draw the line.
However, you can say that Felix brightens up your mood a lot more than Hyunjin has achieved in all these past weeks.
Maybe, and just maybe, you have never had a crush on the latter but just fell in love with the idea of it—driven by familiarity.
Or maybe, and really just maybe, the chemistry between Felix and you is much more intense. You’re like two opposites finding each other, completing each other without being two halves. You may be wired differently—the sunshine boy (that is grumpy online) and the grumpy one (that is—mostly—a sunshine online)—but this only makes the attraction stronger.
But, again. There’s no need to interpret every detail now. What you are sure of is that Felix is making you feel good and that’s a reason enough to be honest with him.
“I am not jealous.”
He chuckles a little. As if he doesn’t believe you but also as if he doesn’t really care. Felix is here with you and the fact you have been spending the whole afternoon and evening with him, is enough he needs to know.
“And stop calling me by that nickname,” you add then, trying to forget about the sound of his deep voice pronouncing those four letters so sensually, you’re embarrassed. After all, you’re still in public and he basically has you wrapped around his fingers with one stupid syllable he has used a few times tonight.
“Why is that? It fits you, you’re the prettiest person at the whole convention, if you ask me.”
God, Felix, stop. You’re close to shattering the world record in developing a crush on someone within a few hours.
Calm the fuck down.
“I have never expected that you are capable of saying nice things from all the things you have said online,” you reply then, somewhat gaining control over both your thoughts and the conversation.
“I only say nice things when I truly mean them.”
Yeah. You have lost said control again.
But there’s no time to think anyway, when Felix grabs his hand and guides you towards another hall, finding something that amuses him.
“Another wheel of fortune,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows in your direction like a child.
“The odds for you winning again are so low,” you challenge him unintentionally. Maybe you are just not neutral regarding your bad luck with games like these.
“Don’t underestimate me, doll.” Felix counters then. He looks at you, pretending to be hurt until the both of you start laughing.
“How about a bet?”
“Sure,” you answer. “What shall we bet?”
Felix acts as if he is contemplating what to say but something in his expression tells you he has already got an idea.
“If I win the first price again, I’m taking you home tonight. How’s that sound?”
Oh, God.
You remember you are still very much in a public place and there is no reason for him to make your face heat up like fire just with a simple, not so innocent proposition.
But why should you play pretend when that’s all you have been craving this whole day?
“I’m all in, pretty.”
You swear you can see him blush at the nickname, his freckles almost hidden behind a pink layer. Almost.
“Good luck,” you say before Felix positions his hand at the wheel again, giving it a little nudge as he watches the colours merge into one another. When the spinning motion comes to a halt, the both of you have your eyes practically glued on it, patiently waiting for the result.
“What a pity,” Felix says when he realises it wasn’t enough. The employee gives him some type of candy as a consolation prize.
“I would have loved to take you home,” he adds.
Felix unwraps the plastic around the lollipop, before he guides it towards your mouth. As if he has flipped a switch on you, your lips part obediently, inviting the sugary treat in. When the flavours hit your tongue, they turn from sour to sweet.
The tension between the both of you grows thicker within half a second. Felix watches the way the candy disappears inside your mouth, until you open it a bit, entangling your tongue around the blue confectionery. He pulls the lollipop out, as it leaves you with a loud ‘plop’.
“What a pity indeed,” you say, licking over your sugar coated lips with your tongue that still has the blueberry taste on it.
Felix tries the candy then, squinting a little when it turns from sweet to sour.
“Hm, I guess those are the rules of the bet.”
His gaze is still fixated on your lips and the thin layer of sweetness on them.
And then the realisation hits you.
It’s not as if anyone is holding the both of you back anyway—you can decide how tonight will end regardless of what you agreed on two minutes ago.
“Well,” you start then, snitching the candy out of his hand, as you place the candy between your lips again. This time it doesn’t taste as sour. You guide your mouth somewhere else—right beside his ear.
As if you could get caught for what you’re about to say.
As if the venue isn’t getting emptier with each second.
As if the both of you have cared for the past hours in case someone sees you shamelessly flirting all in public.
“You simply said, you will take me home if you win,” the words leave you in whispers, although still audible for him.
“You can still take me somewhere else.”
Felix can’t help himself but blinks his eyes repeatedly when your sentence registers in his head. Then, the freckles hide behind a pink curtain again.
“Are you real or are you a dream?”
The little chuckle that follows from him is absolutely cute.
“I mean, there aren’t as many people here anymore. We can probably search for a more quiet place.”
That’s how you find yourself in one of the more spacious bathrooms a few minutes later, after you practically sprinted there and hastily locked the door behind you.
But before you’re able to start with anything, Felix reaches for your hand—as if he is about to make the most romantic gesture but it turns out he is just guiding you towards the bathroom counter this way.
He aligns his lips with your ears, just how you had been doing mere moments ago. His breath lingers on your skin and it feels as if this is already enough for every cell in your body to scream for more.
“A quiet place it is,” he purrs, “just so you know—I want you to be anything but quiet, baby.”
That’s it. With a single sentence—and everything that has happened so far—he makes sure you are one hundred percent ready to be ruined by him.
The next thing you sense are his lips attached to your bare neck, sensually drawing kisses on them, sucking roughly on your skin. You let out a moan then, out of reflex covering your mouth with the palm of your hand.
But Felix has different plans. He carefully pushes your fingers away, while he is meeting your gaze with his own.
“Didn’t I tell you to not be quiet, doll?”
You nod, looking at him like a fawn that has been caught doing something forbidden.
“Words, yeah? Where are you hiding your boldness now?”
“Felix… don’t tease. Please just keep going.”
His eyes darken, playing in harmony with the mischevious smirk that is appearing on his face.
“That’s my good girl.”
Within a second, he hovers his lips all over your jaw, as his hand comes to help—in other words seizing around your throat all so slightly.
It’s ridiculous and you don't know what to blame it on—the gin tonic you had four hours ago that is probably not even working in your system anymore, the wickedness of being in this semi-public cramped space with him, the matching costumes clinging to both your bodies destined to be taken off.
Or a combination of all of the above.
Nevertheless you are sure about one thing: Felix is making you struggle to catch your breath, whenever his hands explore another part of your body—your waist, your hips, your ass, your tits. Unfortunately still all through the fabric of your cosplay.
You’re so deeply hypnotised, totally occupied in the way he is granting your body so much attention with so little effort.
Until a vibrating sound echoes through the room, coming from your back pocket.
At first you ignore it—concentrating on the pretty boy in front of you instead—but the noise repeats itself a few more times and you’re getting worried it’s important.
“Sorry, I’ll be quick.”
“No worries, darling,” Felix says, as he plays with your hair, watching you touch the screen of your phone.
“It was just a quick text from Hyunjin. I’ll turn it off,” you let him know, as you press the button on your device, before storing it in your back pocket again.
“What does he want?”
Felix wouldn’t usually ask such things but the fact you were practically bombarded with texts from your best friend creates an uncomfortable feeling inside his stomach.
Chill, dude, he tells himself. She isn’t your girlfriend or anything, slow the fuck down with your emotions.
“He says they are home and put a weird emphasis on the fact he is staying at her place.”
Felix scoffs. “No offense but that guy is weird.”
You’re getting second guesses now. Not because of Felix but because of the way this situation might appear to him.
So, you have to come clear about something first.
“I don’t want to make the impression that I’m thinking of you as a rebound.”
Felix’s face softens, as he brushes over your cheek with the back of your hand.
“I know that you don’t. Please don’t worry about it.”
You nod, “So, where were we?”
“Take a seat, baby,” he says, as he grabs you by your waist and places you on top of the counter.
And in less than a second he has got you right under his spell again, when he this time aligns his lips with your own.
You can clearly say—apart from being drunk on arousal—that this is the most passionate kiss you have ever received in your life. Truly hypnotising like a hyperfixation on a video game release you have been impatiently waiting for.
Especially, when he carefully—in order not to wreck your cosplay—pull the part of your outfit aside that is covering your breasts. Well, not anymore. Felix’s lips are wrapped around one of the sensitive buds now, the other once pinched between two of his fingers.
But he doesn’t stay in this position for that long—he wants to explore every inch of your body, all of it. So, in a swift but sensual motion he sinks down to his knees, his head on the same level as your lower stomach now.
Felix’s hands are attached to your upper thighs, as his face is wandering upwars again to be squished between your tits for one last time before he slowly creates a path of kisses, going south.
He looks insanely beautiful like this. Perfect, almost. A really pretty boy between your legs, excitedly taking in the view of your body in the costume of his favourite character. This is truly a gamer’s wet dream come true.
“You’re so breathtaking,” he says then, as if he has been reading your mind and decided to turn the compliment towards you.
You could swear his voice is even an octave deeper now—if that’s physically possible—and you’re melting in every sense of the word.
“Fuck,” you cry out, when his hands slide underneath the skirt part of your costume. They brush over your clothed core next, applying soft circling motion at a steady speed that’s making you unintentionally say goodbye to all logical thoughts that are left in your brain.
“You like that, baby?”
You can’t do much more except for letting out a high-pitched moan, nodding to the rhythm of his movements. Felix uses both his hands to let your underwear glide down your thighs then, revealing your glistening cunt that is waiting to be devourt by him.
“You’re such a good girl, you know that?”
He’s not really waiting for an answer this time. He has indeed been waiting too long. Instead of wasting any more second, Felix dives right in, as the tip of his tongue collides with your clit, before he adds a long, sensual stripe to it.
“You taste so good, doll,” he hums, as his saliva mixes together with your precum, making you even wetter than you already are.
“You like my voice, don’t you?” Felix asks and you’re very much surprised he’s only now dropping that question.
“Y-Yeah– a lot,” you chuckle, feeling caught.
“Hm, I’ve noticed, baby.”
His tongue can’t only be considered heavenly when it comes to speaking, he is in fact more than talented when it comes to those unholy circling motions he provides right where you need them the most.
And as if that isn’t already enough—enough stimulation, sensation, satisfaction—he slowly pushes two of his fingers inside your hole, feeling your walls immediately clench around them.
“Good girl, just like that,” he praises when he witnesses your head falling back in pleasure, your hands holding onto the slippery counter for dear life. It doesn’t take you that much longer to fall apart—especially, when he curls his fingers inside you as his tongue keeps flicking over your sensitive bud, driving you over the edge completely.
Felix’s pace decreases then, while he helps you ride out your high and in an instant he is standing on his feet again, capturing your lips with his own. You taste yourself but you don’t mind, particularly once his moans are transferred towards you and that deep growl makes you almost see stars again, untouched.
“If you were mine, I would make you walk around in this costume every day, fuck–“
Felix’s words are straightforward and you adore it, so you waste no time and find the hem of his pants, pulling them down with the underwear in one swift motion, freeing his hardened length.
“I wanna call you a nerd but I was just about to say the same.”
He chuckles and then kisses you one last time, before he spits in his hand and wraps it around his throbbing cock, smearing the saliva all over it. Felix watches you spread your legs for him and he almost cums there and then but manages to hold himself back.
“You ready, doll?”
His eyes find your own again, putting you into another scene of trance.
“Definitely.”
The tip of his cock grazes over your sensitive, almost overstimulated clit. Liquids get mixed together, combined into one, just like your bodies when he finally pushes himself into you. You need a second to adjust to the feeling and Felix pulls out, just to go all in this second time—now bottoming you out so deliciously, you’re afraid you might drool all over the costume.
“Better hold on tight, baby,” he says, as he grabs you by your hips and starts thrusting into you with a slower, steady pace.
And it seems as if he can’t only go deep with his voice.
You decide to position your arms around his neck, pulling him closer from time to time so you can align your lips with his—the kisses mostly consist of teeth and tongue but you don’t mind.
The scene is so wild, so overwhelming in a good way, you’re for sure you will be thinking of this moment for the rest of your life. A shitty weekend doing a one hundred and eighty degree turn and transforming into the best time of your life anyone has ever granted you sexually—and emotionally, considering how well the annoying gamer of the rival team and you seem to get along in real life.
And, God, the way he is filling you up so deliciously, the way he is playing with your tits again and the way his other hand is drawing those addicting circles on your clit—he’s bringing you closer to that sweet relief within seconds if not less.
“Give me another one, baby, you can do it,” Felix orders, as if he is able to read your mind when in reality he simply feels you tightening around his pulsating cock.
You hastily nod, following his command. Your vision gets filled with stars and the sensation rushes through your body, this time even more intense and you cry out his name over and over again.
“Good girl, what an obedient doll you are,” Felix praises you once again, never stopping with pounding into your aching hole, although you notice him getting sloppier.
“I wish you’d let me cum all over the dress but I think that’s not the smartest idea, baby.”
You chuckle, “Hmm. I-I have nothing to change into here.”
“What a pity,” Felix says, picking up his pace as he is now fucking into you so mercilessly, you keep screaming out syllables that sound like his name.
“What a pity indeed,” you exhale.
“You can cum on my tits, though.”
Felix’s eyes roll back and he is questioning yet again if this is reality or just some fantasy that has been playing in his mind so many times before.
“But only if you ask nicely,” you add, when you notice his fucked out face.
“Fuck, you’re s-something e-else, doll,” he stutters, dangerously close to the verge of snapping.
“But please– let me– let me cum all over your tits.”
You’re done torturing him, Felix has earned everything he wishes for.
“Go on, be a good boy, baby.”
At the very last second, he pulls his cock out of you, directs it towards your tits as he leans over. In an impulsive moment, you reach for his length then, replacing his hand with your own, as you stroke him a few more times until he can’t take it no more.
Hot spurts of cum land on your bare skin then, painting your body so beautifully, Felix reminds himself to take a mental note of the view, storing it in his head to relive this sight whenever he feels the need to.
However, once the both of you have remembered how to breathe properly again, Felix helps you clean up as best as possible and gets the both of you dressed again. He places a soft kiss on your cheek, making you heart skip a beat.
You thought you were wired differently and maybe you are but that’s what makes the both of you complete—physically, mentally, spiritually and you can’t wait to learn more about him.
Felix pulls out his phone from his jeans pocket, unlocks it and basically holds it right under your nose.
“What’s this?”
You are a little perplexed, that’s your excuse for the rhetorical question.
“My phone, duh. You can give me your number, if you like. So I can invite you on a date.”
Felix is glad you can’t hear his heart racing as if it's doing a marathon and trying to win the gold medal.
But the anxiety fades away in an instant, when you smile at him.
“A very odd order of dating events but sounds like a great idea.”
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I swear I blame aespa’s song for this, it has been on repeat for the past week for me 💜 thank you for reading. If you enjoyed this story, please consider reblogging it and sharing your thoughts with me—there are no limits, from keyboard smashes to long essays, every kind comment is dearly appreciated and the number one motivation for authors to keep going.
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puppygirllaika · 6 months
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All of Laika's Stories
Making this as a convenient way to keep all my stories in one place, easy for folks to find, organized from newest to oldest ^_^
I will be updating this post every time i release a new story! So if you want to keep up to date with my writing, the easiest way is to bookmark this post (the original, not a reblog), and check back regularly.
If this post somehow found it's way to you and you don't know who i am or what i write, be warned, these stories are gory, and usually end in death. they are pure, unabashed horror-smut. Individual warnings about particular content are included on each story post, but are not comprehensive.
All of these stories are exclusively intended for people 18+.
Puppy gets a Treat Kate finds a rather gory way for her puppygirl to help teach her other sub a lesson.
The Library A librarian's macabre fascinations are awakened when she cleans up the gory mess left in the campus library.
Transition Diary of a Sex Doll Jane keeps a record of her experiences being voluntarily converted into a living fleshlight for her girlfriend, for as long as she can.
Waiting for the Bus It's harsh, being a cis girl in a world where trans girls rule, and where recent legislation grants certain, limited, gory rights.
The Datacenter, Part 1, Part 2 - Incomplete (in-progress) It's the end of the world, and it comes at the hands of an AI. But what's a girl trapped in an isolated datacenter to do?
Anniversary A loving wife gives her bride a special anniversary gift, and reminds her that it's not wrong if she was alive when they started.
The Fry Cook Sure, living sounds great on paper, but when the burger joint is out of meat and the fry cook is just so damn beautiful, well, dying isn't so bad either.
Orientation - A MarTac Story Welcome to your new job as a MarTac systems engineer! Don't worry about the screams from R&D :-)
Relentless Hazel is chased through the dark woods, pursued by an incomprehensible automaton.
Conversion - A MarTac Story Cassie is ready to leave her human body and be converted into an android! I sure hope nothing goes wrong
I'll Make a Bet with You I mean, a lotta people run theme blogs, or cosplay as demons, right? surely it's safe to make a "deal" with one. it's not real, after all.
The Alchemist A student turned puppygirl becomes and ingredient in her mistresses elixir for a bad cold.
Separation, Part 1 - Incomplete The cost of mechanization is great, but all who eat may reap the rewards.
Under a Minute When you remember falling, when you remember nearly dying, it seems to happen in slow motion. This is nothing more then a trick of memory, however. In the moment, it's all so fast.
Permaculture Kate and Sarah have spent a beautiful life together building their little garden of eden. Now, it's time to take the next step.
Communications, Part 1 - Incomplete It's a hard life, being an engineer in the hypercapitalist society of the 33rd century, and Lily is about to learn what extremes the ruling class will go to to secure their safety. Omelette, eggs, all that jazz.
A Better Use It's so awful, seeing someone so gifted letting their mind rot in some dead end job, but luckily Anna's is being put to better use.
A Day at the Park, Part 1 - Incomplete Puppygirls the world over still fall for it, even if it's the oldest trick in the book.
Maintenance When you're your girlfriends pet development project on a station which doesn't acknowledge your sentience, you should really avoid going to the regular mechanics.
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subskz · 4 months
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in honor of kinktober, what kind of kinks do you think each of the members have? like what kind of kinks do you think they’re really into, or kinks that they’re embarrassed for having?
sure~ the ones i think they’re really into are italicized!
chan - praise, choking (receiving), being manhandled/feeling small, mommy kink (he’s super embarrassed abt this one at first and only tries to hint at it through his behavior, so you’d probably have to draw it out of him), puppyplay, scent kink, exhibitionism (very secret fantasy of his that he’s far too self-conscious to ever actually act on, but the idea of being watched by others as you ruin him drives him crazy), body worship (giving and receiving!), cockwarming (esp to fall asleep or calm him down <3)
lino - oral fixation (does that count as a kink…he’s just very obsessed w having things in his mouth, esp ur fingers! he kinda has a hand kink too hehe), kittenplay, possessiveness (both ways), being marked (his neck + thighs esp), hair pulling, brat taming, edging (it’s his fave punishment but it makes him break faster than anything else which he’s embarrassed abt), cum eating, nipple play (firm believer lino has an extremely sensitive chest/nipples), love/hate relationship w gags bc on one hand he loves having his mouth full, but on the other hand he can’t talk back to you
binnie - bondage (mostly harnesses or shibari patterns that accentuate his arms n chest, ❤️‍🔥), praise praise praise, pegging (kinda a guilty pleasure bc he feels greedy sometimes for loving it so much), possessiveness, body worship (muscle worship esp), feminization (he’s a lil shy abt showing off certain parts of his body so it makes him feel so good abt himself when u dress him in lingerie and shower him w praises! call him good girl and he’ll melt), auralism (it makes him proud if he can get u to moan, esp when he’s so noisy himself he can’t always hear you)
hyunjin - choking, impact play, love/hate relationship w bondage bc he loves feeling powerless, but hates being unable to cling to you, degradation/humiliation (very into this, even the point of you writing humiliating things on him, but he needs a lot of aftercare), possessiveness (both ways), overstimulation, mommy kink, dacryphilia (it feels so freeing to be able to release all his emotions w you, he cries often), dry humping (loves the desperation of it n how pathetic it makes him feel. esp if you’re completely uninterested while he’s falling apart against you), breeding kink, somnophilia
jisung - praise (this literally applies to all of skz, but 3racha especially is praise kink central), feminization (loves when u put makeup on him and style him like ur own personal doll! and ofc being called princess <3), pegging, being manhandled/feeling small, mommy kink (obsessed w the whole dynamic but esp nursing), bondage, petplay in general but he likes puppyplay the most! scent kink (perv hannie can get off to ur scent alone, esp underwear. also has a thing for smelling your hair hehe)
felix - edging/overstimulation (edging him over and over and overstimulating him once u finally let him cum, it makes his brain melt), dacryphilia (the cathartis of crying during sex is almost as good as climaxing for him, that mix of endorphins and oxytocin is an addictive release), kittenplay, pegging, degradation only when mixed w praise (things like “pretty slut” “dumb baby” or just talking down to him while calling him sweet names), biting, temperature play esp when blindfolded! dressing up (not necessarily just lingerie, things like cosplay n costumes too)
seungmin - choking, puppyplay, impact play (mostly face slapping), dumbification (he finds this one super embarrassing but the bliss of slipping into that headspace is so rewarding for him, he needs to be your empty-headed puppy once in a while), possessiveness, being photographed/recorded, clothed sex, degradation (only in the form of u being condescending or mocking him, i dont see him really liking being called derogatory terms), scent kink (like a true puppy~ smelling ur clothes when ur away can turn him on embarrassingly fast)
jeongin - miss/ma’am kink, guided masturbation/mutual masturbation, dumbification, corruption kink (receiving), mirror sex, “forced” orgasms (like when he’s begging you to slow down so he can last longer, but you make him cum anyways), cockwarming (he loves anything that tests his resilience/obedience for you, he’s an eager baby w a lot to prove~) nipple play, praise kink (needs to know he’s doing well! honestly kinda similar to channie in the sense that he can endure almost anything if u praise him through it)
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vampirevatican · 1 month
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nsfw levi headcanons, bc the thoughts won't stop...
(MDNI, NSFW BELOW)
long forked tongue.
he has a snake and water motif, yeah?
he's a water type, yeah??
he's a serpent. so for important reasons, he has a forked tongue and a dual dong
it's like a snake's wee wee anatomy, so yes phallic but very tentacle and wiggly
he can sheath and unsheath his hemipeen
so... does he look a bit like a ken doll with it sheathed?? yes, and ofc there's a slight lump there and if you rub it you'll awaken the peni
now if you're wondering my thoughts on size?? he's pretty average, i wanna say 5 inches
and listen if that's not enough im sorry but, dude is blessed with TWO and if anyone has something bigger than average??? it's gotta be diavolo and/or beel
anyway, can he unhinge his jaw you ask!? why yes, yes ofc he can.
how else is he supposed to fit that long, flexible, forked tongue in his mouth
his tail, you ask?! ofc, thiccest where it connects at the base of his spine and tapers to a point.
can move his tongue pretty fast if you catch my drift
speaking about his mouth... yes he has shark teeth and ofc he's careful with them and warns you before things get too heated
so when it slides in... he makes sure to do it nice and slow.... unless y'all are doing more than one round or you're already loose
yes he is a sub and simp boy but also he can be very rough if desperately horny and possessive, so be careful
masochist. there's no other way to say it. dude gets off on having his peni stepped on and being degraded
though ofc he only takes the degrading from you, and mainly in steamy situations
perv too. i said it before and i'll say it again, mfer would sniff your undies and shudder in delight.
fantasies about you being his little cam whore, but just for him. he is the avatar of envy after all.
cosplay sex?? oh it happens. yes i am saying this because of brief and panty, don't look at me like that.
sexting?? that's when he can be his most confident and dominant, because he doesn't have to physically see you and overthink his actions
even better do rp chats with him, with y'all's fave pairings?? oooh wee, after a certain point if you show up at his door be prepared to be pulled in so fast and to stay in his room til midnight or the next morning
very much a pushover, so when ur the dom anything you say goes.
when he's dom he enjoys every second of your submissive compliance, it really boosts his ego
okay... to finish this off. no he is not buff or built. yes he has demon strength and because of his body type being on the lean, kinda scrawny side he's got that secret build going for him.
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gremlingottoosilly · 1 month
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hi! Hope this question don't come out as rude, I'm genuinely curious, you said in you're ig that you're ace, but you post a lot of smut. It means you do like sexual intimacy? I'm just curious!
(Subscribe to my cosplay inst btw please, I want 400 followers)
It's totally fine! A lot of asexual people are writing smut stuff and even make porn sometimes – I just see it more like an art than the way to arouse myself. Writing sex is a learning experience for me, and I enjoy the datk themes that comes with yandere fiction, with all of the obsessive undertones. I know it's kinda weird to read my fics knowing that the author doesn't have a horse in this race, but Konig has enough horses for all of us. Maybe too many horses...
I just enjoy writing smut as a way of showing appreciation for the craft and the character. I really like Konig, so real people just...don't do a lot to me if I'm being quite honest about it. I just enjoy writing smut as a way of showing appreciation for the craft and the character. I really like Konig, so real people just...don't do a lot to me if I'm being quite honest about it. Writing smut was really hard at first, but I started to gain experience really early, so now it's kinda muscle memory - I know things that are making others aroused, so I use it. Kinda like a doll play, except every time I imagine Konig, he would just kinda take care of me.
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eternalsa2z · 11 days
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Costumes Games
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So my doll Zoey was progressing well on her path to being the perfect little bimbo. But there were some bumps in the process...and not the nice silicone kind that we wanted. She was a bit resistant to some of the more extreme changes. Questioning why we need to try this, upgrade that, dress this way. Overthinking was getting in the way of her happiness.
Luckily I discovered that she loved games and dressing up in costumes. I decided to put together a little training exercise where I would text her a simple phrase and she would have 30 minutes to dress up in a matching outfit and send me the results. At first I started simple. But eventually the costumes would push her deeper into her desired mind and body.
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"Dressed To Kill"
The first attempt had mixed results. She took the message literally, going for a slasher look with a full mask. Obviously that was not ideal, but I was pleased to note the way she stuck out her ass in the short leotard. I simply told her that the real 'horror' part of the look was that she covered up her breasts and pretty face. I could tell she was blushing under the mask...hopefully the hint would sink in later.
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"Bunny"
The second phrase had the desired affect. She could've gone with a Lola Bunny cosplay or a more modest bunny costume. But I was pleased to see she went for the full-blown sexy playboy bunny outfit. Sure she was a little shy, especially when I told her I loved her looking like 'my little fuck bunny'. But the way her tail quivered told me she was enjoying it.
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"Schoolgirl"
She was faster to send a photo this time. Probably because the choice was a simple and short as the uniform she dressed up in. Zoey's pouty face and eye-rolling expression seemed to indicate she disapproved of the request I made. But I didn't tell her to put on those sexy fishnets. Or pull her short skirt up so much her white panties were visible. I didn't even ask her to show off her new fake tits she agreed to get after telling her it'd enhance her costumes. She chose that. It was a sign the training was working...but this schoolgirl still had more to learn.
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"Dressed To Kill"
As a test I texted her an old phrase out of the blue, telling her she had 15 minutes before I would be home to take her out to eat. I wanted to test her progress and set the expectation that she should be ready to dress up anytime, anywhere. She spent two minutes complaining but eventually sent me this pic right as I was pulling into the driveway.
It was such an improvement. She looked sleeker and sexier than last time. Her recently enhanced ass still sticking out and her tits definitely not covered by the top of that tight dress. Sure she was covering her face again, probably because she was worried that this outfit wasn't technically a costume. But I kissed her and once I told her she was dressed as 'a trophy wife' then she happily put herself on full display at the restaurant.
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"Pet"
Eventually the costumes requests came quicker, with a shorter deadline, and with more vague prompts. I wanted Zoey to not even think. To instinctively react and pick something sexy. It turned out purrrrectly with her latest choice. It took her five minutes to throw on this leopard print leotard complete with cute cat ears. When I asked my doll why she went with that look, she just stared at me blankly like the answer was obvious. "Because I'm your little sex kitten..."
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"Pumpkin"
The last thing to work on was the mental side of things. I tried to dumb down my doll by disorienting her with odd costume requests. Since there's nothing sexy about a big round orange gourd, I was hoping she'd impulsively pick something 'cute as a pumpkin' or to highlight her big, fake, silicone-enhanced pumpkins. But this time it was my doll who surprised me.
It took her minutes to get into this getup. She looked a little befuddled, like she wasn't even sure what she was, but whatever she chose she looked great. I though her sexy little cowgirl / farmer outfit with pumpkins in the background was a great idea. She said it was because she wanted to ride me cowgirl style in the costume allllll night. That made it an even better costume idea!
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"Birthday suit"
Finally it was clear that the games had worked. Zoey was a blank, busty, instinctive bimbo doll who could pick out an outfit faster than she could compute that 2 + 2 = 5. To celebrate, I wanted to get her naked. But I should have expected my silly little ditz to not quite understand the assignment.
"Ummm...like...I wasn't sure why you wanted me to wear a suit?" she responded, looking confused and thus very cute. "So I just baked you a pretty birthday cake in my sexy robe! Would you like to rub the frosting over my titties and lick it off later tonight?"
Like Zoey, I didn't even have to think. I told her of course...and that she didn't need to include the robe. It was the one outfit I didn't need her to put on this time. Because she had finally become the perfect bimbo doll we both always wanted her to be.
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pikasdf123 · 13 days
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Cosplay Sex Dolls Bring Virtual Characters to Life
Over the past few years, an intriguing phenomenon has taken hold in the market for sex dolls, captivating the interest of both enthusiasts and collectors. The demand for cosplay sex dolls has been steadily increasing, providing an extraordinary and immersive experience for fans of movies, TV series, and various other forms of entertainment. These exceptional dolls strive to faithfully replicate the qualities and appearances of beloved fictional characters, blurring the boundaries between fantasy and reality. With their impeccable precision, realistic features, and supple textures, cosplay sex dolls have accomplished the remarkable feat of giving virtual characters an unprecedented sense of vitality.
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The appeal of cosplay sex dolls extends beyond their physical attributes. For passionate fans, these dolls serve as a gateway to immerse themselves in the worlds of their favorite movies, TV shows, or works of fiction. Owning a cosplay sex doll allows individuals to physically interact with their cherished characters, fostering a deeper connection and fulfilling long-held fantasies. Whether it is recreating iconic scenes, posing for photographs, or simply enjoying companionship, these dolls offer a unique avenue for fans to express their devotion and explore their imagination.
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cosplay sex dolls: https://www.dldolls.co.uk/collections/cosplay-sex-doll
new sex dolls: https://www.dldolls.co.uk/collections/new-sex-dolls
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jonespicy · 7 months
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𝔒𝔗8 𝔪. 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱↩︎
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✗ REACTING TO THEIR COMEBACK TRAILER CW: SOME PARTS SUGGESTIVE SCREENSHOTS: 8
✗ STRIPPOKER W/ SKZ CW: SUGGESTIVE, STRIPPING, BULLET POINTS, ALCOHOL MENTIONS WC: 0.7K
✗ REACTING TO THEIR FIVE STAR DOUBLE SIDED PC CW: SUGGESTIVE SCREENSHOTS: 8
✗ OT8 STRIPPOKER PT 2 CW:afab!reader, oral (f + m receiving), fingering, teasing, unprotected piv, bullet points, spit roast, gangbang WC: 0.3K
✗ ASKING BF!SKZ TO COSPLAY WITH YOU CW: TEXT MESSAGES, GN!COSPLAYER!READER, SUGGESTIVE, FLUFFY SCREENSHOTS: 12
✗ PRANKING BF!SKZ W/ “I WANT A BABY” TEXT CW: sexting, fem terms for reader, breeding kink if you squint SCREENSHOTS: 12
✗ ASKING BF!SKZ TO FUCK YOU IN A SCREAM MASK CW: MENTION FEAR PLAY, ROLEPLAY, DEGRADING, HEAD LOCK, VOICE KINK, PET NAMES SCREENSHOTS: 8
✗ PAINT THE TOWN RED CW:TEASING, NIPPLE PLAY, PRAISE/DEGRADING, FINGERING, ORAL (F. & M. REC), DEEP THROATING, FACE FUCKING, BEGGING, PET NAMES (BABY, BEAUTIFUL, DOLL, DARLING, PRETTY, SWEETIE, BUBS) SOFT DOM!CHAN, SUB!READER, REST OF SKZ ARE MEAN!DOMS, PERV SKZ, ROLEPLAY, FEAR PLAY, CNC/DUBCON, ROUGH SEX, CREAMPIES, UNPROTECTED SEX (VAGINAL + ANAL; WRAP BEFORE YOU TAP), MULTIPLE ROUNDS, ETC.. WC: 5.3K
✗ TROPHY CW: unprotected sex, teasing, aftercare, pet names (bubs, bub, pup), degrading/praise, exhibitionism/voyeurism, shoe grinding, bondage, collar, spanking, anal fingering, sex toys, bondage, filming, pet play, gags, oral (m. + f. rec), mention safe word (traffic light system), gangbang, rough sex, partner sharing, suspension, MORE... WC: 7K
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✗ OUR ANGEL CW: smut, cursing, more specifics in each chapter, ot8 x fem reader, non idol au, business au, mafia au WC: 15.4K
✗ A DIFFERENT BREED CW: monsters au, monster fucking, smut WC: 14.1K
✗ MEDDLE ABOUT CW: Alien!skz, fluff, smut, tentacles, breeding, aphrodisiac substances, human!reader WC: 5K
✗ DESIRE CW: BITING, BLOOD, HARD DOM!SKZ, FREE USE (maybe), BONDAGE, PET NAMES, MENTIONS OF MISTREATMENT TOWARDS WOMEN (NOT FROM SKZ), CORRUPTION KINK WC: 24.3K
✗ TWELVE DAYS OF KINKS CW: CHECK INSTALLMENTS WC: CHECK INSTALLMENTS
✗ BLOODY VALENTINE CW: DUBCON, MASK KINK, CHECK INSTALLMENTS FOR MORE WC: CHECK INSTALLEMENTS
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✗ HARD THOUGHTS ONE
✗ HARD ASKS ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN
✘ SKZ AS CHASE ATLANTIC SONGS
✗ SKZ REACTION WHEN YOU TAKE AWAY SEX
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pigeonsplayground · 7 months
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waking up from a pre-work nap to their cock already buried deep inside you. blearily looking at the clock while panting and moaning, struck suddenly by how late it is. you try to protest, try to tell them you need to get ready, you need to get dressed. but they just slap a hand over your mouth and press your back down to keep you pinned and fuck you harder. grunting in your ear as they cum, murmuring about how you looked lying there, so tempting they couldn’t help themselves
and then finish with you and let you go. and they sit back with their arms behind their head, casually reclined to watch you as you dart around getting ready for work. they grab your chin and hold you still when you lean in for a quick kiss goodbye, and you feel your cunt melting. then the whole ride to work you can feel their cum sliding out of you while you sit there, feeling like a used little sex doll cosplaying a person
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beastabyss666 · 5 months
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The new Mammon and Fizz episode has been released and I wanna put my two cents in.
The palette is oooof........ One of the most "hard to watch" HB episodes. Seriously, hasn't anyone told Vivzie that her colour choices are just utterly failed?
Mammon was simply annoying and cringe, especially considering he's one of the highest "demons". He curses every few seconds, has an Australian accent and is some kind of a rock star(because......because). Oh yeah, he's also a very bad guy, cuz he disrespects women! Also I find it funny that Vivzie said in one of her tweets that she apologizes the fans wouldn't like him, as he's "fat and ugly". In reality, he's just a typical Vivziepop-ish male character, having sharp teeth and eyes without pupils. And his "fatness" is just looking like a Christmas tree with a round body.
Overdetailed backgrounds and sloppy animation, as always. Some moments look reeeeeally stiff. Maybe Vivzie starts drawing easier backgrounds and make characters with less details so the animation was better and faster to produce? Just dreaming.......
The songs are just generic tasteless pop-stuff. Gosh, I just wish they have a better composer cuz it's tiring to hear these cheap pop tunes every time. Maybe get some real rock or something with synthesizer........ I don't know.....
The background characters in this episode look much less like some early Deviantart furry OCs or cosplay freaks, which is a real plus. Take some cuties:
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Hee hee goat boy
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Hee hee goat girl(kinda accurate to the demonology, love it).
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I really like the left amphibia girl, she's so pretty. Also yeah, bg characters really look better than in previous episodes. Almost like they were drawn by someone who actually knows their job well and doesn't make every person look like different art style or different teenager's OC.
Fizz being tired to be a clown for entertainment, having panic attacks, dealing with crazy fans and a shitty boss was honestly a good idea but the final song was just too weak to handle it. If it was done better, it would be really good.
The sigh language kid is cute and it was interesting to see a disabled person being cheered and supported by another disabled person.
Oh wow Viv made another female characters whose entire personality is being bitchy and arrogant(even to each other, though they're sisters they're calling each other whore, bitch etc.). Can't wait for the fanbase to hate these two or lust for them in the worst way possible.
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Though there were actually some beautiful and......esthetic frames.
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Am I the only one who never understood why Fizzarolli is considered a sex icon in this show? Like, yeah, Mammon said that he'll exploit his "clown employee" in every way possible and it's all for money, but I still don't get the whole "having tons of sex dolls based on him" thing. Who in sanity would buy a sex doll of Fizz? He looks like a stick with limbs and painted face, which is somehow considered sexy by Vivzie or her fans? Wouldn't it be more logical for a woman to be a sex icon? Lots of real women, including teen idols, were sexualized and fetishized for media by their producers and shown as beauty icons. But I just couldn't imagine the same with males. Like, I'm sorry, but to me Fizz who's a circus performer, celebrity and a sex icon is in the same category as Angel Dust who's a porn star, stripper and prostitute at the same time.
I'm very glad there wasn't much Blitzo.
It's funny that this girl looks like a better design for Loona than Loona herself, lmao.
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It's actually a progress to see that Vivzie didn't fetishize a romantic relationship between two men and actually showed them as a loving couple which doesn't talk about sex and cocks every five seconds. She actually has put some unexpected effort in it.
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Oh wait she didn't—
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milkygothgf · 2 months
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Let me start brainwashing you to associate cosplay with sex. I want you listening to filthy audio porn while I take your measurements for pieces or I'm doing fittings. When you're posing in the mirror, I should grope you. I want to shower you with praise when you're all dolled up. Little by little everything about dressing up is going to make you horny. Even working on a new piece together will get you extra flirty and touchy.
Hhhh this is so hot yes please thank you. I love being corrupted into finding completely innocent nonsexual things hot especially if its my hobbies 😖😖
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bootobeneficiary · 1 year
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girl literally every guy i’ve talked to or texted whatever you wanna call it has always ghosted me, and then tried to come back. it fucking sucks because it’s been EVERY SINGLE GUY. i know that it’s their own BS but sometimes i can’t help but think that it has something to do with me. any advice?
Here’s How You Allow Men to Play in Your Face
urTOOspoiled Devil’s Advocate Series
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Hello.
From what I’m gathering, you’re the common denominator.
It’s not your fault but it clearly has something to do with what you’re allowing.
Let me spell out the timeline: you begin “talking” to a guy. After awhile they go ghost. Eventually, they return. What a cycle.
Here’s where you’re going wrong: Why are you opening doors for ghosts?
“I know that it’s their own BS”
This is where I play devil’s advocate because you’re blaming a ghost for knocking even though they can’t gain entry unless YOU unlock and open the door.
HOW DO YOU KNOW THEY RETURNED? BECAUSE THEY WASNT BLOCKED
I can’t blame a man for doubling back to see if you’re STUPID enough to talk to him in hopes of eventually getting pussy.
On THIS post I spoke about how men are molded from young boys to use women for their benefit. All they are doing is following the tips and tricks their (deadbeat) daddy, pastor, Coach, barber and uncle passed onto them. Here’s a snippet of their thought process:
Step 1: Message you to see if he’s block. If so, he moves on to the next number on his list. Maybe DM you but after he texted the next girl he ghosted.
Step 2: If not, Sends a message & awaits your response.
Step 3: See if you’re receptive to “starting over” via sweet talk, excuses and apologies…along with false promises for the future.
Step 4: Proceeding with his STRATEGY of making you comfortable enough with him to let your guard down so he can proceed with SEDUCING you for his selfish desires (sex, money, a place to stay. It’s hobosexual season).
“Every guy I’ve talked to or texted whatever you want to call it…,”
IT’S GIVING PEN PAL.
Most women I’ve met use text as their primary source of communication with the men they’re dating and that’s a huge mistake. Texting should be to confirm meeting plans, super small talk (updates, checking in, good mornings, etc.) and to confirm you’ve received the money they sent.
Tf you mean “whatever you want to call it”? 😂😂😂😂It is literally called dating- CASUAL DATING. If you were casually dating in a healthy, non wounded feminine manner you could care less about a man ghosting you. You would already understand that ghosting is apart of the game.
You’ll also be too busy with your roster of other suitors or too busy enjoying your own company. The fact that you’re seeking advice instead of enjoying solitude speaks volume.
People are going to ghost you. People will become bored of you. People-specifically masculines- will drop you like a doll and pick you right back up when they are bored with the current toy.
YOU HAVE A CHOICE AND A VOICE. You can either stay right where they dropped your ass at OR get tf up and move so WHEN/IF they come back, they’ll have nothing to come back to. Leave their ass in the dust.
Pro Tip: Stop cosplaying as a cemetery. If you notice a PATTERN on men ghosting you/cheating on you/financially taking advantage of you/etc. then LEAVE AND PROCEED ON or else you become the ENABLER of the ISSUE (them).
There’s no sense in whining about the things you’re willingly participating in, just saying.
Your BOUNDARY should be “I will not be a revolving door for anyone, let alone men. My space and energy is not easy entry,”. Your STANDARD should be “I block all potential suitors who lack the ability to communicate their absence of interest in me,”
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mushroommanstan · 2 years
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A Few Too Many Lingering Touches
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Shigaraki x reader
Warnings: suggestive themes, death
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“Hey, barkeep. I’d like a cosmopolitan please, thank you”. The new recruit ordered, not even sparing you a glance. Her eyes were glued to your boyfriend, Shigaraki.
It was only her fourth day at the league, but she attempted to steal your man countless times. The attempts were subtle, wearing low cut clothes that lead nothing to the imagination, pretending to drop something and bending over seductively in order to get his attention, even going as far as to run her hands over his shoulders teasingly when he was distracted. This managed to catch the eyes of just about everyone in the league, all except for him. And she had no idea what she was doing wrong.
You did though. The problem was you stole his heart first.
You weren’t worried in the slightest. She could walk in completely naked apart from a giant neon sign pointing at her crotch that said “fuck me Shigaraki Tomura” and he wouldn’t so much as look at her. It was because he was yours just as much as you were his, and you knew absolutely nothing could separate you and him. Many women had tried, none have succeeded, hell AFO was getting worried about your guy’s relationship and gave Shig a living sex doll programmed especially for him. She didn’t even last a day.
None of this stopped you from hating her guts though, and hating the way she still attempted to catch his eye while you were still in the room. Granted she didn’t know you two were a thing, but you were sure she’d learn soon enough.
She walked over to the couch where Shigaraki was sitting, expertly tapping away at his controller, completely focused on the game. When she tried to start up a conversation with him, he was annoyed, but just assumed she weren’t adjusted to his aloof behavior. She’d learn soon enough that he wasn’t much for conversation.
To be honest, he did notice her behavior around him, but he didn’t really connect the dots that they were flirtatious.
He saw how you dressed around him, but hey, he let Spinner wear Stain cosplay, he let Toga wear a school girl outfit even though she clearly wasn’t enrolled. I mean, for gods sake more often than not he wore the the corpse hand of the man, his father, that he killed on his face. He really wasn’t in the right place to judge someone on how they dressed. That right belonged to Mr Compress.
He also noticed her always dropping shit and bending over to pick it back up. He just thought she was a clumsy piece of shit, and made sure to let her know that whenever it happened. He just made a mental note not to give her any crucial roles in missions that required her handling important equipment.
And finally, he did noticed her teasing touches, and yeah, he was pretty annoyed. He’d shiver whenever she did that, and she always took that as a victory, but really it was from his inexperience with being touched that wasn’t meant to hurt him. He definitely intended to scold to her for it, but at the moment he found himself too busy to care. He just made another mental note and tried to avoid her as much as possible.
And here she was, sitting a little too close on the couch with him, but once again he was too busy to care at the moment. If he didn’t beat Spinners high score before Saturday, he’d have to give up the last bag of flaming hot Cheetos in the pantry and that was not happening.
He hoped that if he kept his answers short and blunt she’d get the message and squawk at someone else but she didn’t mind essentially talking to a brick wall.
“So… what do you do for fun around here?”
“This”
“Oh nice… but like, are there any good food places around here?”
“Ramen shop ‘s ok”
“Mmm, sounds goood, maybe you’d like to show me sometime?”
“Prolly not”
“Oh, do you have a girlfriend or something?”
“Yeh”
“That’s ok, she doesn’t have to know~”
Now he was getting the feeling something was off.
“Know what?” He grunted.
She giggled, leaning in to whisper something in his ear you couldn’t hear.
His eyes widened and his brow furrowed at the filth he was hearing. He jolted when she was done, causing him to disintegrate his controller. When he finally spared her a glance, his icey stare told her she done fucked up.
“Are you fucking deaf? I said I had a girlfriend! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He shouted, getting up from his seat.
She desperately mumbled trying to save herself but it was too late, the dots started connecting. She looked around the lounge for help but everyone averted their eyes from her, refusing to make eye contact as he continued.
“Holy shit have you been trying to seduce me?! The fucking mini skirt?! The clumsy bullshit?! The uncomfortable touches?!”
You giggled, wiping down the surface of the bar. She was so screwed.
She desperately apologized but it was too late, her fate was sealed as he reached over and disintegrated her smug face for disrespecting you like that. In a matter of seconds she was reduced to a pile of blood and ash on the floor, the remaining bits of flesh no larger than an iPhone.
He panted, calming himself down, before rushing up to you and grabbing you by your wrist. He pulled you along, walking to the stairwell. You asked where you were going.
“Bedroom. I have a few things I want to try with you.”
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