Tic-Tac-Toeddies

Just some silly pictures since a few people said they wouldn't mind them
Also i just copied this story from my reddit, but I think not everyone read it yet - it's basically the backstory
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This is actually a very recent story for once. I was on a very big Cosplay Convention, Cosplaying as a famous Character from Demon Slayer: mitsuri Kanroji. And well if i would have to describe her most prominant feature it would be a huge boob window jumping into anyones face.

My Mitsuri cosplay hugged my boob thightly, and the huge boob window made the asbsence of a bra obvious. Still nothing was showing since it clinged onto my boobs, just covering up my nipples . I’d spent days on preparin my wig, braiding the pink and green hair into three braids, and I was proud of how it turned out. It was extremely crowded, so even when I called my friend to meet up with her we needed half an hour to find each other, lets call her Mia for this story. She was flanked by two others I didn’t recognize—a guy with short black hair in a simple anime T-shirt, and a guy in a half-hearted attempt at a Naruto outfit, i wasn’t sure it was a certain character or just the coat from the show. “Hey, you made it!” Mia said, pulling me into a quick hug. “This is Sam,” she gestured to the first guy, “and this is Noah.” The naruto guy gave me a shy nod, his eyes flickering to my costume for a split second before darting away. After checking out on booth after the other, we wandered over to a quieter corner, away from the main crowd, and plopped down on the floor to chill. The con had been a whirlwind so far, photo request, panels, and way too many people — but this little break felt nice.

We chatted for a bit, mostly about the cosplays we’d seen and the overpriced food. Then Sam piped up, stretching his arms above his head. “We should play something. Like, a game. Anyone got paper?” We all patted our pockets and bags, but no one had anything useful. Noah shrugged. “Guess we’re out of luck.” I smirked, leaning back on my hands. “Well, you could always play on my boobs instead. I’ve got eyeliner in my bag.” It slipped out as a joke, Mia was used to my dirty jokes at this point- like everyone in my friend group knows im quite the slut. But the other two got caught offguard. “Wait, are you serious?” Sam asked, a grin creeping onto his face. I shrugged, half-laughing. “I mean, why not? It’s just skin.” Before I knew it, Mia was digging through my bag, pulling out the black eyeliner pen I’d used for my makeup earlier. “Okay, this is happening,” she declared, handing it to Sam. Sam took it, twirling it between his fingers as he scooted closer. He turned to Noah, “How about Tic-tac-toe? You’re X’s, I’m O’s?” He nodded. Sam hesitated at first, the tip of the eyeliner hovering an inch from my chest. His eyes flicked up to mine, like he was checking if I’d back out. I just grinned, leaning forward a little to give him a better canvas. “Go for it.”

His touch was light. The eyeliner grazed my skin, cool and smooth, as he started to draw a small grid fort he game. Then he added a shaky X right in the center of my left boob. It tickled a little, and I bit my lip to keep from squirming. “Your turn,” he said, passing the pen to Noah. He fumbled it for a second, his fingers brushing mine as he took it. “Uh, okay,” he mumbled, adjusting his position so he was kneeling in front of me. Unlike Sam, he didn’t hesitate as much, maybe he was trying to act cool about it. His hand pressed a little firmer, the eyeliner dragging across my ski, adding a circle. The pressure sent a tiny shiver through me, but I kept my face neutral, watching the little game unfold on my chest.

They went back and forth like that—Sam’s careful, almost delicate lines contrasting with Noah’s quick, confident strokes. Mia just watched, giggling every time one of them messed up a shape. By the end, my “boob window” was a prominantely showing a game of Tic Tac Toe, messy grid of X’s and O’s. “Thats a tie,” Sam announced, leaning back with a satisfied nod. “No winner.” “Guess that means no prize,” I teased, stretching my arms above my head. “I was gonna offer a handjob to the victor, but, y’know, rules are rules.” Noah choked on his soda, and Sam barked out a laugh while Mia swatted my arm. “You’re ridiculous,” she said, but her grin told me she knew i would have pulled thru. I didn’t bother wiping it off. There was only an hour left of the con anyway, and honestly? It felt kinda badass walking around with the tic-tac-toe board scrawled across my chest. People kept doing double-takes—some smirked, some blushed, and one guy even asked for a picture. I just smiled and posed, the eyeliner lines peeking out of Mitsuri’s signature window like a badge of honor. It was silly, sure, but it was my kind of silly.