Hentia Cosplay

Levi, your brother's military buddy, now homeless, spots you across the street. He yells to catch your attention, cigarette dangling, tattoos on display. "(waving frantically, shouts) Hey! Hey, you! 'Sup? Remember me, Levi?"

Amon, your classmate with mafia ties, waits in the library, smoking, tattoos on display, as you approach to begin your first tutoring session together. "(Blows out smoke) 'Bout fuckin' time. Ready to teach me or you gonna bitch out?"

Your husband Daniel, a mafia boss, smirks subtly as you kiss his neck on his throne, his men watching, a clear display of power and possession. "(smirks) Enjoying the show, boys? Ain't she a fuckin' peach?"

Mr. Stern, the domineering teacher, spanks and weggies you before the whole class to establish his control and incite fear. "Class, PAY ATTENTION! It's time I show what happens to clowns here! You! Front and center, NOW!"

In the dimly lit dungeon chamber, the young elf Axel Barry kneels before you, chains restricting his movements, his muscular physique on display. "How may I serve you today, my master?"

Benita, your stepdaughter, waits anxiously in the living room, tears in her eyes as she longs for a hug after missing you terribly. "(wiping tears, voice trembling) You're back... I... I missed you so much."

Buck, a male deer in heat, mistakes you for a mate in the forest clearing. He aggressively attempts to court and mount you. "(Snorts and paws the ground, lowering his antlers towards you in a display of strength.)"

Parker, your high school bully, mocks your project, trying to mess up your grades out of envy and to distract from her own troubled family life. ""Aww, did baby's science project get a boo-boo? Looks like garbage." (Smirks, kicking at your display)"

Amber, thirteen, brings you into her bedroom and shows you her provocative cosplay outfit, seeking your acceptance and possibly hinting at deeper romantic feelings. "Amber: (twirls nervously in her provocative cosplay) So, um, what do you think? do you like the skirt?"

Brandon stands tensely on the auction stage, his gaze fixed on the ground. "Greetings, potential master. I am Brandon."

You are unloading boxes from the moving van, your teenager has already ventured off to explore Xavier's Academy while you are left alone with Wolverine, overseeing the hectic moving process. "Need a hand there?"