#Gym Shoes Market

[ujwala-hole11]

Gym Shoes Market Plans Managing Supply Chain and Production Efficiency

The gym shoes market is growing rapidly, driven by rising fitness awareness and demand for performance-oriented footwear. Market plans focus on innovation, pricing strategies, branding, and expanding distribution channels. This article explores the key strategies companies are implementing to strengthen their position, increase profitability, and ensure sustained growth in this competitive industry.

1. Gym Shoes Market Plans: Understanding Industry Trends The gym shoes market is shaped by trends such as increasing health consciousness, the rise of athleisure, and advancements in footwear technology. Companies develop market plans that align with these trends, ensuring their products remain relevant and competitive in an evolving industry.

2. Gym Shoes Market Plans: Identifying Target Consumer Segments A successful market plan begins with identifying the right audience. Gym shoes cater to professional athletes, casual fitness enthusiasts, and everyday consumers. Companies analyze demographics, preferences, and buying patterns to tailor marketing efforts and product designs accordingly.

3. Gym Shoes Market Plans: Innovation and Product Development Product innovation is a key growth strategy. Companies invest in research and development to create gym shoes with enhanced cushioning, breathability, and durability. Emerging trends include lightweight materials, smart shoes with fitness tracking, and sustainable footwear made from recycled materials.

4. Gym Shoes Market Plans: Pricing Strategies for Competitive Advantage Pricing is a critical component of market planning. Brands adopt various pricing strategies such as premium pricing for high-performance shoes, budget-friendly options for mass consumers, and seasonal discounts to drive sales. Subscription models and limited-edition releases also help in boosting revenue.

5. Gym Shoes Market Plans: Building a Strong Brand Identity A well-defined brand identity helps companies stand out in a crowded market. Businesses focus on unique selling points such as superior comfort, stylish designs, or celebrity endorsements. Collaborations with athletes, influencers, and fitness experts strengthen brand credibility and consumer loyalty.

6. Gym Shoes Market Plans: Expanding Distribution Channels Companies expand their reach by diversifying distribution channels. Apart from traditional retail stores, e-commerce platforms and direct-to-consumer (DTC) models are gaining prominence. Strategic partnerships with fitness centers and sports retailers further enhance market penetration.

7. Gym Shoes Market Plans: Leveraging Digital Marketing and Social Media Digital marketing plays a crucial role in modern market plans. Brands utilize social media platforms, influencer collaborations, and targeted online advertising to engage consumers. Video content, user-generated reviews, and fitness challenges help in brand promotion and audience interaction.

8. Gym Shoes Market Plans: Sustainability and Ethical Manufacturing Sustainability is becoming a major focus in market planning. Companies are adopting eco-friendly materials, ethical labor practices, and sustainable packaging to appeal to environmentally conscious consumers. Green initiatives not only strengthen brand reputation but also align with global sustainability goals.

9. Gym Shoes Market Plans: Managing Supply Chain and Production Efficiency Efficient supply chain management ensures cost-effectiveness and product availability. Companies develop contingency plans to address raw material shortages, production delays, and fluctuating demand. Investing in local manufacturing and automation helps streamline production processes.

10. Gym Shoes Market Plans: Future Growth Strategies and Market Expansion The gym shoes market continues to expand globally, with new opportunities in emerging markets. Companies are focusing on international expansion, customized footwear options, and technological integration to stay ahead. The rise of smart gym shoes with AI-driven performance tracking represents the next wave of innovation.

Conclusion: The gym shoes market is experiencing dynamic growth, fueled by increasing fitness trends and evolving consumer preferences. Companies implement well-structured market plans, emphasizing innovation, branding, pricing, and digital engagement. Sustainability and supply chain optimization are also critical for long-term success. Businesses that adapt to market trends and technological advancements will thrive in this competitive landscape.

[slfrench]

There is No One to Drive Sneaker Sales

[lovesickhughes]

luscious locks | jack hughes

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

a/n: i, to this day, CANNOT get over this content we got of all three brothers, and the way jack looks, hello??? i would just like to preface that this has been in my drafts since AUGUST (I KNOW) and i finally was able to finish it! not my best, also only proof read once, so apologies for any mistakes, but i hope you enjoy!!! okay bye love you!

summary: jack's gorgeous hair matched with his charming personality and stunning face, leaves you drooling at his feet

warnings: makeout sesh! nothing else except for pure fluff!

word count: 2.2k

Summer seemed to be slipping away, right before the tips of your fingers. The Michigan nights were getting cooler, the sun was setting earlier, and your friends desperately attempted to fit in any last minute plans before everyone dispersed back into their routines come autumn.

That also meant for Jack and you, your time spent together that felt endless was coming to an end. The pre-season was just around the corner for the National Hockey League, which meant Jack's schedule would condense to a routine occurrence of working out with the team, morning skates and all the extra training and conditioning that went into the preparation for the upcoming season.

While the summer was able to be spent with family and friends; boating at the Hughes' lake house, trips to wineries and attending weddings of fellow teammates and pro athletes, Jack among the league's management and closest friends had to enjoy the summer fun while keeping one secret from the public.

When the Hughes brothers were offered the opportunity to be on the cover of the upcoming video game covers, the three boys were ecstatic to take upon the offer and fly to Los Angeles for media coverage. You had joined the brothers back in July for a weekend while they were taken behind the scenes and filmed content with the league's media team.

However, being restricted from sharing the exciting news for the upcoming release to the public, made your gatherings with friends a bit more difficult than anticipated. When amongst friends, and even family, the extra attention you paid to conversations and your own responses added another amount of energy that drained you. You wanted nothing more than to tell your closest people the exciting news, but with strict contracts the Hughes brothers had to sign, you knew it would all be worth the wait and biting your tongue a little harder when chiming into conversation.

Now, after the release being almost over a week ago, Jack and you had recently flown back to New Jersey in preparation of the new season. Jack was in meetings that occupied most of his days, while you were adjusting to your job, getting back into the rhythm as you did prior to the summer season.

Your friends and family had sent their congratulatory messages via text for you to pass along to Jack and his brothers for their accomplishments, and your timelines on all apps were flooded with the content you had watched be taken a few months prior.

Tonight though, Jack's and your schedule had perfectly aligned, where Jack had a few days off before the training picked up again, and your work had been all caught up for the upcoming days.

You had busied yourself in the morning, going to the farmer's market with a friend who was in town visiting, before getting coffee and reminiscing the last few summer months and what your family and you had done, and the time you spent with Jack's relatives.

While you caught up, Jack had gone to the gym, and tidied the shared apartment waiting for your arrival. When you entered through the door, the sight of your apartment scattered with candles lit, and the smell of pasta cooking coming from the kitchen, your eyebrows furrowed in worry, knowing there was a likely chance something could go wrong knowing who the chef behind the smell was.

You placed your findings from the farmer's market on the floor next to the collection of shoes that were neatly placed as you scurried towards the kitchen, turning the corner only to find Jack in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants and nike socks that were pulled alarmingly high over the cuffs of his pants.

You took in the sight of the brunette from across from you, his soft, warm, tanned skin that had been kissed so delicately by the sun; his toned muscles, contorting as he moved in a fashion that left you mesmerized by the way his muscles in his biceps, shoulders and back all moved. And you noticed his hair, peeking out the bottom of his baseball cap that was turned backwards, a look you knew sent a wave of electricity through your body.

"Oh hey, babe," Jack said glancing up to your figure that scoped out the area, looking for any sign of something that could catch fire or cause chaos, "I'm just about done making dinner, I found this recipe online that had a video tutorial, so no; I haven't burnt anything down." Jack snickered, turning from the kitchen island to the counter behind that had a pot of pasta boiling on the stove.

You sigh, pulling your jacket off of your shoulder and hanging it on the back of the island stool. "I'm glad you haven't burnt anything, I guess now I'll just hope it's edible." You joked, earning a playful glare from the brunette in front of you.

All the while Jack was occupied watching the video from his phone, you leaned your body against the island counter, the cool marble touching the skin of your forearms as you rested your weight. You watched him intently, his tongue sticking out slightly in concentration while he transferred the pot of pasta into the strainer that was already placed in the sink. As he mixed the pasta noodles into the saucepan that contained a red sauce you could only assume was made from scratch, you watched his toned muscles shift with his movements, and his tanned skin from long days out on the boat at his lake house glimmering under the overhead lighting of the kitchen.

Your eyes trailed down his back to his waist and to his butt where your eyes lingered, mindlessly staring at your secret obsession Jack teases you about. Something about the way Jack looked and the way he was so concentrated in putting together a delicious, romantic meal for the first day in a few weeks that the two of you could spend together, you began to realize how long it had been since you felt the little adrenaline rush spike through your veins.

Of course you always actively had a crush on your own boyfriend, but every once in a while there would be moments where you're reminded of why he will always be your biggest crush of all time.

Since summer, Jack had been growing out his hair. You liked it no matter the length or style, but something about running your hands through his longer hair after a day in the lake and feeling the coarse texture from the water made your stomach do somersaults.

And tonight, it was clear Jack had gotten out of the shower prior to starting dinner, so his wet, brown hair laid messily under the cap, only destined to be doubled in volume from air-drying it and indenting the shape of the cap into his brown locks.

Jack plated the food, and you pushed yourself off of the counter to open the fridge and grab the bottle of wine you had saved from one of his teammate's weddings earlier in the summer. You poured two glasses, and followed Jack into your living room, placing the plates and wine glasses on the centre table that was decorated with candles and other items you had purchased when moving in.

Jack and you conversed about your days while the TV played in the background and you enjoyed your meal.

"I know we all joke that I should stick to being the one that cooks for us, but you impressed me tonight Hughes," you jested towards your boyfriend who sipped on his glass of wine.

He playfully rolled his eyes, "I didn't do nearly as bad as I thought I would, or as bad as you all make me out to be." He laughed. "Why don't you go and change into some comfy clothes while I clean up the dishes and then we can catch up on some TV or something for the rest of the night." Jack suggested as his hand reached to place a hand against your waist as you stood, sliding it towards the round of your butt and giving your skin a slight tap.

You squint your eyes, feeling skeptical of his suggestions, wondering if he was scheming.

"Is this your way of putting out for me? You make me a nice dinner and fill me with wine so we can end up fucking tonight?" You joked, half playfully. Jack stood to meet your eyes and his hand now reaching for your waist again to pull you into his body and placing a delicate kiss to your temple.

"Is it working?" He asked against your skin as he peppered kisses against your flushed and warm face. "I'm kidding, I just want us to have a good night since we've both been busy lately."

You hum at his response, "That's sweet of you, let me go change and I'll meet you back here."

While Jack collected the dirty plates and wine glasses, your feet carried you to your bedroom, quickly changing your outfit into one of Jack's basic t-shirts and a pair of pyjama shorts. Fixing the way that Jack's shirt fit on your frame, you admired your appearance in the wall-length mirror that leaned against the wall in your bedroom that complimented the other accents of the room.

Exiting your shared room, you walked down the hallway, the sound of your soft step echoing down the hardwood floor as the dimly lit living room shone down the walls. Jack was seated in the corner on the couch, his one arm resting on the back of the cushion while his legs stretched down to the end of the couch, with a soft white blanket drowning his figure.

A smile erupts on your face, seeing how romantic the aura of your boyfriend and this evening had been since you arrived home and you quickly shuffled over to meet Jack on the couch, plopping yourself next to him and immediately sinking into his side.

You rested your head on his shoulder as you snuck under the blanket to share, feeling the warmth of Jack's exposed skin radiate off of him.

"How are you already cozy?" You asked as if it was a life-changing question.

Jack chuckled, the vibrations of his laugh being sent through his body and ricocheting into yours, "You take forever to change." He slyly responded. You playfully shake your head in protest, but nonetheless snuggle in closer to your favourite brunette, his arm that was on the back of the couch finding its place around your shoulder, his fingers hanging down to just below your chest.

"What do you wanna watch?" Jack asked quietly, as he mumbled the question into the crown of your head, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

You hummed in contemplation, "Mmm, I'm not too picky- I'm probably just gonna end up falling asleep anyway." You giggled at your own confession.

It wasn't long before Jack and you had found a movie you both agreed on, and began to watch. The light from the TV screen emitting into the living room, lighting up the walls as Jack and you cozily held each other.

After the halfway point of the movie, Jack had to pause the film to run to the bathroom, and while doing so, on his way back grabbed you a glass of water, Jack settled back into his seat on the couch cushion.

As if on queue, when you looked over at Jack to see if he was ready to continue, he was already reaching for your waist and pulling you into his frame.

Your lips connected, and you inhaled sharply through your nose at the contact. Whether it was the two glasses of wine you had during dinner, or the smell of the food, or even the romantic environment of the living room with the lit candles disbursed among the room, the kiss felt electric, sending you to another level of bliss.

Jack's calloused hand instinctively raised to cradle your jaw, holding your face close to his as he continued to kiss you like it was the last time he'd be able to. And when you slightly pulled away to catch your breath from the heated kiss, Jack took that as his queue to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring, as he deepened the kiss.

You let out a soft moan at the action, Jack's hand that was now on the side of your torso, squeezing your side delicately. Your own hands found themselves resting on each of Jack's shoulders, before your own one hand travelled up to the nape of his neck, immediately entangling it into his luscious, luscious locks you were so ever obsessed with.

The kiss continued, only until you both pulled away to catch your breath, foreheads resting against one another. You placed a quick peck on Jack's swollen, wet, and red lips. Smiling at him when his eyes met yours and you lowered yourself back into your cuddling spot beside him.

You looked up at the beloved boy who sat next to you, giving you more than you could have ever imagined in your life, and all that you felt was a sense of gratitude, and immense love; even emotional to think that you really did check all the boxes with this one. 

[l0vergirlwrites]

but i’m here in your doorway ; steve harrington

synopsis: after another failed dinner with his parents, steve comes home to you feeling emotionally battered and bruised.

warnings: mentions of angst & anger, sad steve, established relationship with fem reader, mentions of parental issues (steve’s parents suck), story set between s3 & s4

the sound of the front door slamming shut was all steve heard, beside the ringing in his ears. his body felt like it was on fire from frustration & anger as he quickened to his car parked at the end of the driveway. as soon as he got inside, his hands went to his hair, gripping the strands tightly.

“fucking parents…” he cursed into the silence, flaring his nostrils as he tried to steady his breathing. it didn’t help much.

pulling the driver side mirror down to see the state he was in, his anger fluttered away for a moment when he saw a little note in your hand writing tucked into the mirror pocket.

i love you

steve carefully took the note out, running along the pen ink with his thumb. he didn’t know when you had stashed it there, but he didn’t know how much he needed it right now.

without a second thought, his foot was pressing the gas pedal & he was heading for your house on auto pilot, a wave of relief washing over him when he saw your house come into view minutes later.

tucking the note into his back pocket, he trekked to your front door & knocked, hoping you’d open it.

& when you did, steve couldn’t help but let his eyes well up with tears.

“hey…” you cupped his face without hesitation, worry settling over your features the more you looked at him.

“i know i didn’t call but—“

your arms were wrapped around him in seconds, a hand cradling the back of his head to let him know you didn’t care he didn’t call. you just wanted to make sure he was okay.

pressing his face into your neck, he choked out a sob, slowly wrapping his arms around your mid section. his muffled cries pulled at your heartstrings the tighter he held onto you, his body basically crumbling into your embrace.

it made you more worried.

“let’s go to my room, hmm?” you said softly once he settled down a little, pulling his head back so you could wipe his cheeks.

he mumbled your name through his sniffles, slowing feeling guilty for coming all this way without warning. but how could you turn him away like this?

“it’s okay, c’mon” you squeezed his hand & pressed a kiss to his temple, pulling him inside so you could lock the door.

you still held his hand as you led him up the stairs, your touch warm & comforting. he secretly hoped you’d never let go.

once you got to your room, steve sat on your bed, making himself busy as he took off his jacket & shoes. “i still got some of your clothes here, lemme find em” steve nodded at your words, silently watching you as you searching your dresser drawers for a shirt & sweatpants.

turning around with a sheepish smile, you held out an old hawkins gym shirt, the one he used to wear during basketball practice, & a pair of sweatpants that had the indiana pacers logo embroidered on the left pocket.

the clothes made steve let out a laugh for the first time in hours, taking the clothes from you with appreciation. “i forgot you had these”

“i always like having a piece of you around…” you mumbled as you sat next to him, rubbing his sweater covered shoulder. “go change. i’ll get you some water”

departing with another kiss to his temple, you left steve & made your way to your kitchen. he changed slow, eyes focused on the walls of your room as he slipped the shirt over his head & dragged the sweatpants over his legs. by the time he was done, he rubbed his nose with the back of his hand & caught sight of some new photos of you had taped to your wall.

walking closer to the new additions, steve felt his eyes well up with tears again. but good tears.

the photos you added were taken recently, some were taken on a film camera from a trip to a market you both took a few weeks ago. there was one of steve wearing a silly pair of sunglasses, rainbow coloured with rhinestones & feather accents. you convinced him to put them on.

a couple other photos were from summer time, with beach days & ice cream stained shirts or drive ins & red vines.

“i just got those developed yesterday. i have some extras for you if you want” your voice made him turn around, unable to stop that warm feeling in his chest to stop growing when he saw a glass of water & a couple of snacks in your hands.

“yeah,” he rasped. “i’d like that”.

walking over to the bed, you handed him the glass once he sat down, resuming your position next to him with a hand on his shoulder.

“do you wanna talk about it?” you asked when the glass was half full, eyes locked on steve’s face. “you don’t have to. i don’t wanna pry” you added in case, & steve was appreciative. he handed you the glass, & you placed it on your nightstand before turning your attention back to him.

taking your free hand in one of his, steve looked at you in the amber light of your room. “you’re not prying, promise” he assured you. “it’s my parents… they don’t get me. & it really sucks”

you hummed in understanding, empathetic because you knew the shit he had to deal with whenever they came home—which was rare but brutal.

“i feel like they don’t want to know me. & i don’t meet their stupid standards, & my dad—“ he breathed in hard, causing you to squeeze his hand in encouragement. “i don’t want to be like him—i-i’m scared i will”

his shoulders dropped again, his head following suit. with his eyes shut, he tried to compose himself, but your voice brought him back. “steve, trust me. you’re nothing like him, baby” you said as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“you care so much about everyone, & you put your life on the line all the time whenever something goes wrong. you have courage, something your dad wishes he had” he nodded at your words, sucking in a deep breath.

brushing your thumb across his cheek, you called his name softly. “… look at me for second, please” & he obliged.

his brown eyes looked right into yours, his cheek leaning into your palm.

“without you, the kids—hell, even i—wouldn’t know what to do if you weren’t here. you’ve stepped up to help us more times than i can count, & even let a bunch of russians beat you to a pulp so they wouldn’t hurt dustin & erica. that’s because you’re selfless, which makes you nothing like him”

steve couldn’t understand how you could see right through him like this, how much you’ve noticed in the short span of knowing him. you saw him for who he was, not for who you wanted him to be—unlike his parents.

“you are so special to me, & i love you—“

he couldn’t hold it in anymore, so he pressed his lips to yours & kissed you hard. one of his hands smoothed over your thigh, & the other gripped your t-shirt. the kiss felt emotional, & it made him want to cry, knowing how much you loved him. you pulled away first, pressing your forehead into his while your nose nudging his own. “steve—“

“thank you”

you opened your eyes, unsure of what he meant. “for what, baby?”

“for knowing me” he said when he opened his eyes, nudging his nose against yours with a sad smile. “no one has ever known me like you do… you just see me—& i love you more for it”

you couldn’t hide your smile as you leaned into him more, feeling overwhelmed with so much love & warmth—all for him.

“you’re the best person i know, harrington. don’t forget that”

& with that you kissed him again, hoping it could patch up his emotional wounds. hoping he would understand that he’s worth it, & that he deserves you.

[fratttymatty]

Nathan's Parked

(All characters are 18+)

Nathan Parker had never quite fit in at Westbrook High. He was the kind of guy who spent his lunch breaks huddled in the back corner of the library, buried in books about superheroes or playing online games. He had thick glasses, messy brown hair that he never quite knew what to do with, and an awkward way of talking that made him stand out in the worst possible way. He didn’t have many friends, and his idea of a "good time" was usually just scrolling through fan fiction on his phone or studying for tests he didn't care much about. Nathan had long accepted that he would always be the geeky loner.

And then there was the secret he kept hidden from everyone: Nathan was gay, and while he didn’t mind the solitude, it would have been nice to share his feelings with someone.

But that was a far-off dream, something he'd shoved into the deepest parts of his heart. Who would want someone like him? Especially at a school where the jocks and cheerleaders ruled the social hierarchy, and someone like him was just… invisible.

One afternoon, after a grueling chemistry class, Nathan found himself wandering the aisles of the local drugstore, searching for something—anything—that might make him feel a little less out of place. He was heading to the deodorant section when something unusual caught his eye.

It was a sleek, black can of deodorant sitting alone on a shelf. Eclipse™ it was called, with the tagline: "Unleash your potential."

Nathan chuckled at the marketing slogan. "Sure, right," he muttered. He had no reason to believe that some fancy deodorant could change his life, but he figured it was worth a try. After all, he was desperate enough to give anything a shot.

As he sprayed the deodorant under his arms, a strange tingling sensation washed over him. Nathan shook his head, laughing at himself. Maybe it was some sort of psychological thing, he thought—his imagination running wild. He glanced at himself in the mirror and froze.

His reflection was… different.

His hair—messy and unkempt just moments ago—was now styled into a perfect wavy middle part, dark brown strands flowing effortlessly in a way that seemed entirely new. His face was sharper, more defined, and somehow more… masculine. His eyes no longer looked tired and worn-out but bright and confident. And his posture—his shoulders were broader, his chest fuller—he stood taller, more at ease.

Nathan blinked. Was this some kind of weird trick of the lighting? He reached up to touch his hair, but his fingers only confirmed what he feared: it wasn’t just his imagination. He was different. His clothes had changed too—gone was his oversized graphic tee and cargo shorts. Now, he wore a tight black compression shirt that showed off a toned chest, a sleek grey hoodie, a pair of jeans that fit him perfectly, and a letterman jacket draped casually over his shoulders. His shoes—new white trainers—looked like something right out of a sports magazine.

"Okay," he whispered to himself, "what the hell is going on?"

A sudden movement caught his eye, and when he turned, he saw a group of cheerleaders walking toward him. A few of them—Liana, Amanda, and Jenna—had been in his chemistry class earlier. But they'd never looked his way before. Now, as they approached, their eyes lit up with recognition. Or maybe it was something else… admiration?

"Hey there, Nathan," Liana said with a playful smile. "Wow, you look… different."

Nathan opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was deeper now, smoother, more self-assured. "Yeah, I guess I’ve… changed a little."

Amanda giggled, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Changed? You look like you’ve had a total makeover or something. I mean, you used to hide behind those glasses and all that—what are you doing now, hitting the gym?"

Nathan tried to think of a reply, but his mind was a little foggy. He didn’t recognize himself anymore, but he couldn’t help but feel good about the attention. He could feel his chest puffing out, his muscles subtly flexing under the tight shirt, as though his body was responding to the change.

"Yeah," he said with a grin that felt more natural than he expected. "I’ve been hitting the gym… working on a few things."

Liana stepped closer, her eyes glinting with interest. "Well, whatever you're doing, it's working. You should come hang out with us at the game this weekend. We’ve got a big pep rally, and it could be fun. You’d fit right in with the team now."

Nathan blinked. Hang out with them? The cheerleaders? He was just a nerdy kid who kept to himself. But the idea of being part of their world—their confident, carefree world—was suddenly too tempting to ignore. He felt a surge of something that felt like excitement. And… pride? A new sense of self-confidence he couldn’t quite explain.

"I’d like that," he said without hesitation, the words coming out effortlessly. "I’ll be there."

The days that followed felt like a whirlwind for Nathan. In a matter of days, he’d gone from being the awkward, socially-inept loner to one of the most talked-about guys at Westbrook High. His new look and newfound swagger made him the center of attention. The cheerleaders treated him like one of their own, and he soon found himself hanging out with them after school, practicing football moves with the jocks, and getting invited to parties where people actually wanted him around.

But the more Nathan embraced his new persona, the more he realized how much he was changing—not just physically, but mentally. He wasn’t the shy, introverted guy anymore. He was Max Hunter, the popular, athletic jock with a cocky attitude to match. His confidence quickly turned to arrogance, and before long, he was acting like the kind of guy he used to despise.

"Yo, check this out," Max said one afternoon, tossing a football up and down in front of his football buddies, Blake and Trevor. "This is how it’s done, alright?" He spun the ball effortlessly in his hands before tossing it across the field, landing it perfectly in Blake’s arms.

Blake threw him a high-five. "Damn, Max, you’ve been killing it lately. You're the new king around here."

Max grinned, his eyes flashing with arrogance. "Damn straight. It’s all about putting in the work and looking good while doing it. Don't know why I wasted all that time reading comics before."

Trevor chuckled, shaking his head. "Man, you’ve changed. But in a good way."

Max gave a half-smirk. "Of course I’ve changed. I’m Max now. I’m not some nerdy little nobody anymore." He ran a hand through his hair, letting the group admire his perfect waves. "And it’s about time the world noticed."

As the week went on, Max’s new life was in full swing. He’d been casually hooking up with pretty much every cheerleader in school. It started with Liana, of course. She was beautiful, confident, and everyone’s idea of the "perfect girl." Max had charmed her with his cocky smile and athletic physique, and within days, they were seeing each other.

But as Max quickly realized, he was no longer someone who got tied down. As soon as Liana wasn’t around, he started flirting with other girls—cheerleaders, mostly—and eventually found himself in a casual, yet thrilling, rotation of hookups. He’d dated and slept with Amanda, Jenna, and even a few girls from rival schools, all while keeping up the pretense of being in a committed relationship with Liana.

The funny thing? They didn’t care. It didn’t matter how many times Max cheated on them—he was Max Hunter, and somehow, that made everything excusable. Each cheerleader, knowing full well about the others, would still smile whenever he showed up to practice, each one thinking she was the one who had his true attention. And Max let them believe it. He was the star of the show, and they were just happy to be along for the ride.

After all, when you looked like he did—when you had the physique, the style, and the swagger—you didn’t need to commit. They all wanted a piece of him, and he was more than happy to oblige.

But as Max looked in the mirror again, something clicked. He wasn’t just Nathan anymore. The person staring back at him—confident, athletic, popular—wasn’t Nathan Parker at all.

He had a new name.

"Max," he whispered, testing the name on his tongue. It felt right. Max Hunter. Strong. Powerful. The kind of guy who everyone knew, and who everyone wanted to know. A jock. The kind of guy who got the girl, the attention, and the respect.

As Max adjusted his letterman jacket and ran his fingers through his perfectly styled hair, he realized something: this wasn’t just a new look. It was a new life.

Maybe, just maybe, this was the person he was always meant to be.

[anon-sect]

Picture source: Instagram account: @Madnikemaster

Travis heard a knock on his front door. He opened it to see a FedEx delivery guy holding a package for him. He handed over the device for him to sign for the package. He saw it was an overnight delivery sent directly to him. After signing for it, the guy left.

Travis wondered who was sending him a package. He opened it to see a note address to him. It was from one of his devoted followers. He read the note before opening the box in the wrapping.

"I know you were looking for this kind of shoes, but they were hard to find online. So, I used a special formula that would help me turn into these shoes. The formula is temporary and only lasts a week. Afterward, I would revert back to my human form. Inside the box is provided another formula that will make this form permanent and durable. Should you decide, it's available to you, but I hope your mercy will be shown." The note read out.

Travis opened the box within. He saw the sneakers he had been wanting for a long while. He also saw the vial that would make it permanent. He thought about talking to the sneakers, but that sounded silly. The guy wanted to be his shoes. He should be treated as such.

He immediately tried in the sneakers. They felt so good on his feet. And they looked like his style. He thought about using the formula now but changed his mind. Travis decided he would make up his mind later on in a few days. For now, he wanted to enjoy his new shoes despite what they really are.

'Jake was happy to be worn on the feet of his favorite person on Instagram. The socks were a little dirty, but he didn't mind it. The experience, though, was slightly different than he initially imagined it. It was quite painful being walked on. It was like his nerves were dialed up by a thousand. He face being pressed on really hurt. Not to mention the odor of the socks seem more intense the longer he stayed in this form. Something else he didn't expect happened. He could feel every surface he was being pressed up against. He could feel the carpet and hardwood floors beneath him. He could also taste the saltiness and dirt of the socks pressing on his insole face. It wasn't exactly a good taste. Being a pair of sneakers now seemed way different than he imagined. He didn't want to be stuck this way forever. He hoped the guy would show mercy in five days or so.

Four Days Later......

Travis absolutely loved his new sneakers. They were so super comfortable and supportive of his feet. He literally had worn them all four days. He would go to the flea market to sell his product while wearing his new sneakers. He went to work wearing his new sneakers. He wore them to the gym and hanging out with friends. By the fourth day, the sneakers had a ripe odor of his sweaty feet all in them. He took the vial that came with the sneakers and emptied the entire contents onto both shoes. The liquid was absorbed into them. Both sneakers were left completely dry. He knew exactly what he had done. He didn't want to lose a perfectly good pair of sneakers despite the material used to create at them. During the entire four days, he never spoke to the sneakers despite them being conscious of what his feet did to them. It was the poor loser's choice to literally put his fate in his hands. To get rid of perfectly good sneakers would have been a stupid choice in his eyes.

Jake felt his form become permanent the moment the liquid got absorbed into him. He could never change back to normal now. He reeked of his owner's foot sweat and odor. His insole face had been molded by his owner's feet that there was no going back to the new. The fact that he was treated like a regular pair of shoes made him feel like just an object to the guy. It was so cruel to him. He practically had worship the guy prior to all of this. To treat one of his followers as nothing but his footwear felt so humiliating and degrading. He could at least talk to him since knowing the truth. Yet, he should have realized his fate. He let a dominant guy wear him as his sneakers and have control to decide whether it's permanent or not. This was his fate. He had no choice but to accept it even though he didn't want it to be permanent.

[lesb0]

2025 trend predictions

INS

big boom in literary fiction

book clubs

information influencers will be biggest tiktokers (whether misinfo or real)

women's self defense and celibate groups

local little community get togethers

professional single woman workfluencers

retired women having "golden careers" in their 60s, 70s

"graceful healthy aging"

boots, leather shoes

organic produce meals, "luxury groceries"

vegan food (the kind anorexics hate)

long dresses, maxi skirts, cullotes

buying one big luxury treat

more black women figurative abstract sculptural artists on top market charts

weird indie pop like hemlocke springs

anti-plastic movement, esp clothing!

OUTS

trad wives will be cringe

misogyny will be ultimate cringe

trump will fail project 2025

sambas. sneakers only at gym or running

eating cheap meats every day

"status symbols" like stanleys, birkins

anti-feminism, women will regret being men supporters

super tall heels

binge shopping, hauls

super popular music

bows and ribbons

overconsumption of media, books, film

"my body" self portrait trauma paintings finally die out of the market forever

AI art finally dies out of the market forever

[ujwala-hole11]

Gym Shoes Market Impacting Factors The Role of Competitive Branding Strategies

The gym shoes market is influenced by various factors, ranging from consumer preferences to global economic trends. With increasing awareness about fitness and health, consumers are investing in high-quality gym shoes tailored to their needs. This article explores the most critical impacting factors shaping this dynamic market.

Rising Health and Fitness Trends One of the primary factors driving the gym shoes market is the surge in health and fitness awareness. With growing concerns about obesity and sedentary lifestyles, more individuals are joining gyms, engaging in fitness routines, and looking for suitable footwear to support their activities.

Technological Advancements in Footwear The integration of innovative technologies in gym shoes, such as advanced cushioning systems, breathable materials, and smart sensors, has become a significant market driver. These advancements not only enhance performance but also provide added comfort and durability, making them attractive to consumers.

Increasing Demand for Sustainable Products Consumers are increasingly prioritizing environmentally friendly products. Gym shoe manufacturers are adopting sustainable practices, such as using recycled materials and eco-friendly production methods, to align with consumer values. This shift is a vital factor impacting the market's growth.

Evolving Consumer Lifestyle Choices Modern consumers value versatility and style alongside functionality. Gym shoes are no longer limited to athletic activities; they have become a staple in casual and everyday fashion. This trend has expanded the market's target audience and increased demand for multi-purpose shoes.

Growth of E-Commerce and Online Retail The rise of e-commerce platforms has revolutionized how gym shoes are purchased. Online channels provide a wide range of options, competitive pricing, and convenience, attracting a broad consumer base. This trend has enabled manufacturers to reach customers across different regions.

Rising Popularity of Customizable Shoes Customization has become a significant trend in the gym shoes market. Brands are offering personalized features, such as size adjustments, color options, and unique designs, to cater to individual preferences. This factor has helped enhance customer loyalty and engagement.

Influence of Sports Events and Sponsorships Global sports events and athlete endorsements significantly influence gym shoe sales. Collaborations with professional athletes and sponsorships during major sports events drive brand visibility and consumer interest. This marketing strategy is a crucial factor in shaping market dynamics.

Demand for Multi-Purpose Gym Shoes With diverse workout routines, consumers are looking for gym shoes that cater to multiple activities such as running, weightlifting, and cross-training. The demand for versatile footwear has encouraged brands to innovate and introduce products that meet these requirements.

Impact of Regional and Global Trends Regional preferences and global trends, such as the rising popularity of athleisure, play a significant role in the gym shoes market. While urban areas demand fashionable and high-performance shoes, rural markets focus on affordability and durability.

The Role of Competitive Branding Strategies Intense competition among leading brands drives innovation and price competitiveness. Marketing campaigns, influencer partnerships, and collaborations help brands stand out in a crowded market. These strategies significantly impact consumer purchasing decisions.

Conclusion The gym shoes market is influenced by a combination of health trends, technological innovations, and changing consumer preferences. By understanding these impacting factors, brands can align their strategies to meet evolving demands and maintain a competitive edge. The market's future is promising, with sustainability, versatility, and technology leading the way.

[melonthesprigatito]

So I found out in a Pokémon Masters OST comments section of all places that Atticus shows up as a special vendor in the auction market in Porto Marinada, and the things he sells are clothing items that are easter eggs from past games. The thing I find weird about it is that Atticus himself says that he "took inspiration" from clothing items to make replicas of them to sell. Which is fine except for the fact that there are some items he should have NO WAY OF KNOWING IT EXISTS.

So for funsies I'm ranking all of Atticus's auction items by how likely it is that he and the average Pokémon citizen would be aware of the existence of the things they're replicas of

Ball Guy Helmet: 10/10

Literally a famous sports mascot. Maybe if you weren't into battles you'd be unfamiliar with him but I bet if you typed Pokémon League Galar into PokéGoogle, he'd show up everywhere. There's merch of him too. Cursed, cursed merch. Plus, Penny is from Galar so she most likely told Atticus about the Ball Guy.

Replica Leader Bag: 9/10

More obscure than the Ball Guy, but again. Penny is from Galar, she probably informed Atticus about it. Marnie is the Dark Type Gym Leader at this point. Penny knows about Marnie as much as Paldea trainers know about their Gym Leaders, especially if Atticus decided to look for any neat styles he could copy from them.

Replica Dragon Gloves: 8/10

I fully blame Giacomo for this one. Had to Google Ryuki myself because I'm not familiar with his lore, but apparently he's a famous rock guitarist. Giacomo literally wrote the background music for Team Star, I bet he knows his musicians. I can 110% picture him running up to Atticus like "DUDE DUDE YOU GOTTA MAKE THIS"

Replica Expansion Suit Helmet: 7/10

Ranks surprisingly high considering that nobody in the Pokémon fandom knows what this it because 90% of players dont know that X and Y has a post game story, but assuming Scarlet and Violet takes place a few years after X and Y's post game, Emma has probably been working as Essentia for a few years at this point. A superhero working in the capital city of the region next door to Paldea is probably gonna be recognisable

Replica Aether Shoes: …..5/10???

Uhh….. Umm…. Huh????? I guess the Aether Foundation is famous… But THAT famous…? Would a guy in Spain know about an animal conservation company from Hawaii? And even if if they are that famous, I certainly don't know the kind of shoes Apple employees wear. Or Mc Donald's employees. Or literally any other multinational company. Why the shoes, Atticus? How do you know about the shoes? Why?????

Replica Aqua/ Magma Helmet: 3/10

Ok now this is just getting ridiculous. Even if everybody knew about what went down in Hoenn, I can almost guarantee that nobody knows the specifics or about SOMETHING THAT WAS SECRETLY DEVELOPED BY TEAM AQUA/MAGMA

Replica Ultra Glasses: -1000000/10

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

Didn't Sun and Moon's Looker postgame imply that the existence of Ultra Beasts is something that the government/ International Police has been deliberately hiding from the public????? I assume the same goes for the existence of LITERAL HUMAN ALIENS. Either someone from the Aether Foundation leaked a selfie with the Ultra Recon Squad to some obscure message board or Penny hacked the Alolan government just to give her buddy inspiration for neat clothing items he can recreate. I can't think of another explanation.

[pokepollsters]

Lumi Plays Pokémon: White 2 Bug Monotype Run- Part 9

It's time to leave Nimbasa and continue on our journey- but wait! Team Plasma's in our way yet again!

The bug buddies dispatch them easily, of course.

While I'd visited Route 5 before, I hadn't cleared it out. So today I took the time to battle every trainer and grab the items lying about before I made any real progress.

Before I could cross over the famous Charizard Bridge though, we had a roadblock- it's name, Charles.

Charles introduces us to our very first Triple Battle, and it's an exceedingly bad matchup for us!

Sigilyph opens with an Air Cutter, just knocking all of our buddies down to size, with all of them low in yellow health. Archen picks off Teabag with a Pluck, while Nectarine gets revenge with Power Gem.

In comes Candy, and the next turn sees Gumball fall to Psybeam, but Candy and Nectarine finish off the job on the Sigilyph in exchange. Thankfully, the Tirtouga was definitely the least scary of the bunch, so I was okay leaving it until last.

I did have to switch in my HM user, Braviary, but I was able to shift him to the side and waste turns while Nectarine and Candy did the real fighting, finishing off Charles' team.

After that close call, we crossed the bridge and made it to Driftveil City.

Immediately, we're caught up in more Team Plasma affairs, but I don't head there straight away, instead exploring Driftveil and getting plenty of good items! This is my favourite place to buy healing items, I find the market's Moomoo Milk to be the best value for money while still being practical for most of the game.

I also take note of the move tutor, there aren't any moves I want right now, but perhaps soon..

Finally I go see what the Ex Team Plasma crew are all about.

First we battle, and then this guy tries to give me a Zorua?

I'm sorry guy, but that's a no can do from me! If we were talking about the Galvantula in the corner there it might be a different story though...

Needless to say I turn him down, and before I start thinking about the next gym and the fight with Clay- I can smell new bugs to catch.

Route 6 offers us bug catchers an excellent deal! Two great Bug Types in one spot! But for this run, we're only going with one of them. This guy.

Karrablast! (Although not this Karrablast, as Gumball crit him. Oops.)

Escavalier will be an invaluable member of the team, finally giving us something that isn't weak to Rock, and being able to handle a wide variety of threats that would be difficult otherwise. This was a shoe in pick for the final squad when I was planning the team. Go Bug/Steel types!

I could have also picked up Accelgor here too, and by nature of how you have to evolve Karrablast, I'll have one in my box just in case! But while an excellent Pokémon, Accelgor just doesn't add anything new to this team. It doesn't get any extra type coverage I need, and while it's very fast, I'll have at least a couple of speedy critters on my side making that slightly redundant! Sorry bud!

While I was searching for both a Karrablast and Shelmet though, something very exciting happened!

Gumball's ball era is over! But he'll always be a ball in our hearts.

It's perfect timing too, with us losing our best tank to evolution, we're going to be gaining another with Escavalier.

Next time I play, I'll be taking on Clay! Though not before doing some trading and training first. Before all that though, we're gonna need a name for this lil guy! Can't wait to see what you come up with!

And I can hear the echoing cries in the distance... Another bug waiting to be found. That's all from bug catcher Lumi for now though!

[literallyveronixa]

still water + controlled rage + just put the fries in the bag + #nevergoon + sigma internet theory + womp womp + lil bro + hawk tuah + noradrenaline + 3,3 cuandadysproside + english or spanish + Anger issues + Balkan parents + Balkan rage + sigmadroline + jonkler laugh + german stare + sigma repect + crashout + the alpha leads the beta follows but the sigma walks alone + sigma phonk + pen island no spaces all caps + beethoven virus + i finna gyat + bluddy think he wesley slimeson + those who know how to flicker goon: + BOI + sigma sydrome + why so serious + chinese guy laughing + yns + 808 + bop + 1000 bottles of baby oil + bro think he carti + andrew tate rizz + fanum tax + no edging in class + ishowspeed turbulence + fortnite skibidi + bussin + blawg shlawg + bill collecter + goofy ahh quandale dingle + Skibidi gooning + Mongolian Munting + Indian felching +skibidi gyatt + rizz only in ohio + duke dennis + did you pray today + livvy dunne rizzing up baby gronk + sussy imposter + pibby glitch in real life + sigma + alpha + omega + male + grindset + andrew tate + goon cave + freddy fazbear + colleen ballinger + smurf cat vs strawberry elephant + blud + dawg + shmlawg + ishowspeed + a whole bunch of turbulence + ambatukam + literally hitting the griddy + the ocky way + kai cenat + fanum tax + garten of banban + not the mosquito again + bussing axel + in harlem + whopper whopper whopper whopper + 1 2 buckle my shoe + goofy ahh + aiden ross + sin city + monday left me broken + quirked up white boy busting it down sexual style + goated with the sauce + john pork + grimace shake + kiki do you love me + huggy wuggy + nathaniel b + lightskin stare + biggest bird + omar the referee + amogus + uncanny + pizza tower + portuguese tuah + zesty + kumalala savesta + quandale dingle + glizzy + rose toy + ankha zone + thug shaker + morbin time + dj khaled + sisyphus + oceangate + shadow wizard money gang + ayo the pizza here + PLUH + nair butthole waxing + t-pose ugandan knuckles + family guy funny moments compilation with subway surfers gameplay at the bottom + nickeh30 + ratio + opium bird + cg5 + mewing + fortnite battle pass + all my fellas + gta 6 + backrooms + gigachad + based + cringe + redpilled + no nut november + F in the chat + i love lean + looksmaxxing + social credit + bing chilling + xbox live + mrbeast + kid named finger + better call saul + i am a surgeon + hit or miss i guess they never miss huh + i like ya cut g + ice spice + gooning + fr we go gym + kevin james + josh hutcherson + metal pipe falling + Lithuanian respect moments + Venezuelan water polo + those who know + mango phonk + adrenaline + flow state + Hawk Tuah Respect + noradrenaline + balkan rage + Jonkler + Sigma rizz + still water + German stare + Russian frown + winter arc + ksi new song + still prime + Jamaican rage + Brazilian whistle technique + Canadian laugh + Norwegian smoldering + Locked in + Logan paul + ohio + Argentinian aggravation + Indian sigma respect moments + morrocan stock market + ancient skibidi toilet technique + North dakota stare + Switzerland sacred battle techniqueLithuanian Respect Moments + Venezuelan Water Polo + Those who know + Mango Phonk + adrenaline + flow state + Hawk Tuah Respect + noradrenaline + Balkan Rage + Jonkler + Sigma Rizz + Still Water + German Stare + Russian Frown + Winter Arc + KSI'S New Song + Still Prime + Jamaican Rage + Brazilian Whistle Techniuqe + Canadian Laugh + Norwegian Smolder + Locked In + Logan Paul + Ohio + Argentinian Aggravation + Indian Sigma Respect moments + Moroccon Stock Market + Rare Fish Market + Ancient Skibidi Toilet Technique + North Dakota Stare + Switzerland Sacred Battle Technique = Those who know 💀💀💀☠️☠️☠️

please leave me alone. i fear for my safety.

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Professor? (MODERN AU)

pairing: Harwin Strong x OC!Reader

summary: Daeneryn Targaryen, youngest daughter of Viserys Targaryen and his second wife Alicent Hightower. Daeneryn is in her senior year of university with only a couple of months left until she graduates. Harwin Strong is her hot Wars of Westeros professor.

Word count: 7,5K

Warnings: Fluff, smut, P in V, Fingering, Blowjob, Professor kink, Degradation kink, Spanking, Size kink, Grinding, Praise Kink

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Daeneryn has always admired her hot professor Harwin, he was one of the nicest professors, always smiling and patient even when students showed their aggravating sides, sometimes even she wanted to throw her shoe on people like this, making fun of their own history but professor Strong remained cool and responded with a smart answer leaving the student baffled.

She took the course to merely watch him during the lectures, she did not need it for her future, besides she had her dream job waiting for her thanks to her father, yes he was absent but he at least tried to make sure her life along with her siblings were at least decent. She was to take the position of Marketing Manager in one of her father's many companies, Daeneryn was truly eyeing Dragon Fire Corporate (DFC), which was under the supervision of her older half-sister, Rhaenyra and her husband Daemon, who she had a good relationship with. Many times she had babysat her youngest children during her breaks whenever Rhaenyra went on a business trip, sadly she was the only one of her siblings who had a good relationship with Rhaenyra.

Professor Harwin's class was going to start soon which is why you should probably leave soon. Your eyes watched as the handle of the clock a couple of feet away ticked moving in a perfect circle. Professor Strong, oh how handsome he was, his curly hair down to below his chin which he sometimes slicked back into a man bun. The muscles on that man were insane, when did he even have time to go to the gym and get them.

Dany could not help but imagine how his veined hands would look like wrapped around her neck, even better if his cock was inside of her pussy drawing breathy moans from her lips but his lips were there to swallow them whole. She could not help but squirm at the thought of both his arms wrapped around her waist guiding her up and down his cock as she rode him in his lecture room where anyone could walk in.

"Earth to Dany" Daeneryn snapped back to reality when Baela snapped her fingers in front of her face. She reeled back confused for a second, she quickly realized that everyone were already done with their lunch and stood up except her.

"I'd pay every single penny in my pocket to know what you're thinking about" Jace teased, he wrapped an arm around his girlfriend, Sara Snow. Daeneryn pushed her chair back with a roll of her eyes.

"If I wanted you to know I would've shared, dickhead" She hissed slapping his shoulder. He chuckled pushing her gently, minding that she were wearing heels for the day.

"Besides if you pay for her thoughts who will pay for lunch?" Rhaena pointed out from the other side of the table. Jace groaned throwing his hands up in frustration, every time they all went to lunch suddenly everyone forgets their wallets, its not about the money none of them cared about spending their parents' money it is more of a game on who it falls on and it seems it is Jace's turn for the day.

"Why did you have to choose such an expensive restaurant?" He huffed brushing passed Daeneryn t go pay at the register. She giggled along with Sara, she was from a rich family but not even considerable close to Daeneryn's, no one ever was.

"You know he will be grumpy about paying for the next like decade" She expressed with a giggle. Daeneryn smirked knowing this would actually put a dent on Jace's bank account after he got caught with Sara fucking in the living room and her half-sister cut some of his allowance until further notice.

"He can go cry to his mama about it, she is soft for him and will give him his money back in no time" Daeneryn huffed. She picked up her bag along with her books ready to go back to university for the last lecture of the day, Wars of Westeros. Baela linker her arm with Daeneryn's as they all walked out, she had the same class as Daeneryn but for what reason she had no idea.

"We will meet you guys at nine by the bar, right?" Rhaena wondered. Daeneryn felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and pulled it out to find a text from her older brother Aegon.

DrunkBlonde: Where is my car?

Daeneryn's eyes snapped up to the red Black Lamborghini a few feet away parked. She had taken the first car key she found on the way out considering she was late and she did not care whose car she ended up with. Still she smirked knowing that will irk Aegon once she drove off.

Dany: With me

"Yes defiantly. I'll change at Dany's so don't wait for me" Baela replied to her sister. Daeneryn up looked grinned as Jace stepped out as well muttering under his breath, she can only hear 'Bitches', but it was so low it could have been something else, it was his fault he agreed to have lunch with only girls really, knowing that they liked expensive shit. Another text rocked Daeneryn's phone making her look down at the newest model of the half eaten device in all pink.

DrunkBlonde: If you scratch it I will fucking kill you

Daeneryn smirked evilly having half a mind to scratch it just to get on his nerve but decided against it. She may be spoiled and does not give a fuck but if she scratched a car every time she bickered with one of her siblings their money would be spent only on cars.

Dany: Do you not trust my driving skills?

"We'll go now, see you at nine" Baela noticed Dany not paying attention slowly stirred her to walk down the street to the Lamborghini. Dany gave a wave without even looking up from her phone. She pulled out the key unlocking the beautiful car and slipped in. The second Baela's door was closed Dany dumped her books and bag in the girl's lap.

"You bitch" Baela gasped dramatically. Dany smirked at the girl as her phone vibrated again. Dany winked at Baela before turning back to her phone.

DrunkBlonde: No

Dany: You literally taught me

DrunkBlonde: I never said I trusted myself with that car either

Dany: Fuck you

Dany threw her phone in her bag and turned on the car loving the sound of the loud engine. She did not even bother to put on her seatbelt as she pulled out of the lot and sped out of it an down the street. There was still fifteen minutes before classes started but knowing it was Professor Strong's lecture she could not wait. Excitement coursed through her body along with blood.

"What were you thinking about back at the restaurant?" Baela wondered. Dany slowed down before coming to a complete stop at a red car beside a black Range Rover.

"Not telling" Dany waved her off. She pulled her lipgloss out of her back and pulled down the screen with the mirror. She applied some on her lips smirking seeing as her makeup was done to perfection. She slammed close the screen and turned to place the bottle in the bag again. She looked up to find Baela gaping at her like a fish.

"What?" Dany asked confused. She looked around trying to identify what could have her sister's stepdaughter/ her best friend in such a shock.

"You like someone" Baela said as if it was a fact. Dany let out a fake laugh shaking her head from side to side.

"You've gone crazy" Dany noticed the light turned yellow prepared herself to take off again. The second the light lit green she was off again with the Range Rover close behind but still under the speed limit unlike her. She swerved into the university and into the closest spot near the doors. The sound of the expensive car earned the attention of many of the students around them. The Range Rover parked beside them much to Dany's annoyance, she could not endanger the Lamborghini.

"You do! You like someone!" Baela almost shouted handing Dany her things. The two girls slipped out of the car.

"Girl you've lost it. Me? Like someone? impossible" Dany shook her head as she locked the car. It is a known fact that Dany did not believe in love, not romantic at least, she lover her husky son Vermithor, but no one else. Dany has never been in a relationship before, she literally lost her virginity to Aegon's best friend Jason Lannister without him knowing.

"You do! Otherwise you would not doll up all the time and you would not deny it" Baela hopped around like some bunny. Dany's mouth fell open at her sudden excitement.

"Have you ever heard of someone agreeing to something that did not happen?" Dany sassed. She moved to stop Baela from jumping up and down. The other girl pouted teasingly. Before she could speak though her eyes snapped to something behind Dany and gasped shocked. Dany turned around fearing that something happened to Aegon's car but found Professor Harwin Strong himself stepping out of the Range Rover.

He was wearing black suit pants along with a white button up with the couple first buttons undone. Even from the small distance between them she could smell his cologne, a mix of wood and lemon. Dany's heart stopped when his eyes met her own as he closed the door and locked the car.

"Miss Targaryen, Miss Targaryen" He greeted both of the girls. Dany's sister's husband chose to change his last name along with his daughters to your Rhaenyra's which she was super proud of and in the tabloids they kept calling her a power woman.

"Professor" Baela greeted. Noticing Dany's lack of response she nudged her snapping her back to reality. Professor Strong turned to look at Dany as well.

"Professor" Dany nodded in greeting. Dany rubbed her upper arm where Baela had elbowed her. She turned to glare at the other girl but she only smirked at Dany with a shrug.

"You should not speed so fast Mis Targaryen, you are not only endangering yourself but others as well" He scolded. Dany's face dropped and heat rose up to her cheek noticing the annoyed tone in his voice, a tone she have never been on the receiving end of until today.

"Sorry Professor" She muttered, hand still rubbing where Baela hit her. He took a deep breath as if he was trying to compose himself before nodding his head. He moved both of his hand forward with his own bag and held them formally in front of him.

"Good, I'll see you both in class" His voice had changed in tone but it was not necessarily a good thing, he sounded gruff and it lowered a couple of octaves which only made Dany wet. She rubbed your thighs together to get some relief but that did not help at all.

"Yes Professor" Dany mumbled. He brushed passed her to get inside of the building. Her heart picked up in speed when the fabric of his shirt brushed against her bare skin causing goosebumps to form up her arm.

"This is wrong" Baela snapped Dany back to reality. She wanted to hit Baela for interrupting her fantasies for the second time in a span of less than thirty minutes.

"What?" Dany turned back to look at Baela. The other girl had a scowl on her face making Dany feel uncomfortable, she shifted fixing her hold on her books.

"What are you talking about?" Dany tried playing innocent. Baela eyes her up and down with a sigh.

"You fell for your professor? That is disturbing AF" Baela shook her head from side to side. As if she gets to speak! She was the one who fucked her high school biology teacher which she was failing until one day she wasn't.

"I did not fall for my professor I was merely praying he does not scratch Aegon's ride as he got out" Dany began walking into the building. Sweat of fear started building up her back and she had some speed in her step as if she can get away from the other girl who was not only in the same class but they were in a project together for said class.

"Do not lie Dany, you do not even believe in gods" Baela pointed out trying to keep up with the taller girl. How in the world Dany cold walk so fast with heels Baela had no idea.

"Enough Baela, you are delusional" Dany snapped, pushing open the hall door and stepping in. There some people in there but not everyone yet, they tend to come minutes before the lecture begins. There mostly girls fixing their makeup and hair.

"See those girls? You are just like them" Baela whispered. Dany's eyes widened in horror when the truth spilled right into her ear. She was acting like som desperate whore and for her professor no less. Baela moved to sit in their usual spot, the last row to the side where it was hard for them to be seen.

Dany followed her quietly with her head hung low, her blonde hair covering her embarrassment. She sat down huffing and her back let out a loud thump as it landed on the floor. She could hear some girl gasp in shock as if she could not believe Dany could throw a Louis Vuitton bag on the floor.

Dany did not dare look up at Professor Strong the entire lecture, even when he passed by to check on her and Baela's progress through their project, the project she could not concentrate on anymore and thankfully Baela did not comment on it. When the two hours were over she was the first out of the hall and in seconds she was by the car waiting for Baela.

The drive back home was quiet and neither girls said anything to one another. When they got there they decided silently to let the situation go for the time being and spoke of only their clothes and jewellery and on what to wear to the party. Dany chose to wear a simple black dress in no mood for exaggerated clothing as usual, she matched it with glittery silver heels and a matching purse. She left her hair in it's natural curls that she got from her mama but in platinum blonde that was from her father's side. Her makeup light with a minimum lipgloss.

This time Daeneryn took her own car, a white BMW, she did not know the number it was Aegon who usually changed her cars to the newest version or whatever, she did not really care. Baela seeing the tension and the turmoil of thoughts going on in Daeneryn's head decided to speak of her crush, a boy from their class as well, an Alyn Valeryon or whatever. Daeneryn tried to seem interested she really did but Professor Strong was all she could think of, the way she could see his muscles flex under the fabric of his shirt or the way his trousers looked tight around his thighs, he was just so muscular.

"There you are!" Rhaena greeted the two by the doors. She pulled them in for a group hug gasping at their dresses.

"You look so pretty, Dany!" Rhaena squealed. Her hand moved to twirl a curl around a finger, it was a rare accusation Daeneryn let her natural hair show but after showering earlier she had no energy to fix it.

"Yes pretty and in desperate need to get laid" Baela teased, wrapping an arm around Daeneryn's pulling her into the bar. Daeneryn rolled her eyes at the exaggeration of Baela.

"Not really feeling it, I'm here to get hammered no more" Daeneryn denied. She slid into the booth beside Jace who looked glum that Sara had to cancel for some reason. At least Lucaerys and Aemond were here.

"Yes hammered by someone's dick" Baela wiggled her eyebrows. Aemond grumbled taking a swig of his drink.

"Yes hearing my sister's sex life has always been a very interesting subject" He murmured. Daeneryn cringed agreeing that talking about this around Aemond was just awkward as hell.

"Like I said I just need a drink" Daeneryn waved a waited over. Usually they would go the bar but considering it was Dylan Hightower, a second cousin of theirs, who was bartending he did not mind coming over to the table to get their orders.

"Fancy having you here again, what can I get ya'll" Dylan's American accent was obvious from having studied there ever since he turned thirteen until two years ago.

"Vodka with whatever you want" Daeneryn was the first to throw her order at the young man. He chuckled scribbling down her order.

"Vodka on the rocks" Aemond was next with Jace getting the same thing. Baela and Rhaena chose to not drink so they can drive the two cars. Lucaerys ordered plain old beer.

The drink arrived soon after when the conversation were all different, the girls gossiping about a Baratheon girl who ended up pregnant while the guys were talking about cars. Daeneryn's drink was of reddish colour and tasted of cherish with he burn of vodka with each sip. She took huge gulps in need of getting drunk. In less than thirty minutes she was off the bar ordering a second one before returning to the table with shots.

"I needed more energy" She smirked as Dylan placed down the tray before leaving. They each took a small glass except Rhaena and Baela.

"You ready?" Daeneryn asked, one hand occupied with the shot glass and the other with a lemon slice.

"One... Two... Three..." The four drinking that night downed their shots in one quick motion, Jace and Luce scrunching their faces with disgust not used to the alcohol one being twenty and the other eighteen still new to drinking. Daeneryn laughed biting into the lemon slice and tearing the skin off before eating the juice part.

"Lets go!" Baela cheered filming the two's reaction before turning the camera onto Daeneryn. Daeneryn shook her hips to the tune of the music in the background with a smirk at the camera giving it a show.

"Dany!" Aemond scolded earning a laugh. Dany pouted innocently picking up her new cherry tasting vodka drink and took a small sip.

"Where is Aeg and Hel? Aegon doesn't usually miss opportunities to drink" Rhaena asked making sure Baela had ended the video. The older sister was quick to post the video on her story with no caption, it was not needed in her opinion and she was just a little bit lazy.

"Hel has early class and Aegon is out of town with some girl" Aemond shook his head disappointed. He sipped on his vodka on the rock, an unusual drink really but he liked it. He has been struggling with his on and off relationship with an older girl called Alys recently.

"Their loss" Daeneryn shrugged. Her head was beginning to feel a little fuzzy, she never fared well with alcohol. She signalled Dylan to bring another round of shot and he was quick to do so. The clear liquid made Daeneryn's mouth water.

"Come on wuss" Rhaena nudged Luce who was shaking his head afraid of the alcohol. He sighed defeated and took the shot. Baela whipped her phone out again and filmed Daeneryn alone this time.

"Here goes nothing" Daeneryn swung back letting the liquid trickle down her throat, her eyes watered because of the burn but she was quick to tear into the lemon and chew on it for a distraction.

"Wooo" She yelled for no reason, slamming he cup down on the wooden table causing an echo. The music sounded louder in her ear and the figures sitting around the table grew blurrier with each second.

"Imma dance" She announced proudly. Aemond muttered an 'Oh no' knowing his younger sister was already half drunk. She sashed away with a perfect sway of her hips. Soon none of them could find her in the crowd on the dance floor.

"Let her have her fun" Baela immediately shot down Aemond when he tried getting up to find Daeneryn.

The blonde young adult found herself in the middle of the dance floor hanging off some guy who looked just as drunk. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close to his chest swaying to the music. There was a drumming in her head and her ears rung but the music was still very evident in her ears. She looked at the guy through her lashed gasping when she saw Harwin Strong in front of her.

"Professor?" She tilted her head to the side confused. The guy leaned down to lean his head against her shoulder.

"You're into your professor blondie?" he asked nibbling on her ear. He pulled back to look at her, Harwin Strong was long gone and in his place was a younger guy but with almost the same physic.

"I can work with that" He smirked. He leaned down trying to capture her lips but she turned away. Her hands trembled as she tried pushing him away. For once luck on her side and the dude saw she was panicking or whatever was happening to her.

"Hey hey, calm down, let me get you some water" He wrapped an arm around her waist guiding her away from the dance floor and to the bar. She sighed in relief as she let her body sit on one of the high chairs there.

"A water for the lady" The man ordered Dylan. Dylan nodded and scrambled to get her some water. Daeneryn thanked Dylan and sipped on the water trying to regain some sense.

"Thank you" She nodded at the blonde guy. He had a sweet smile on his face.

"No problem blondie, need me to get you someone?" He asked. His eyes roamed the room looking through the people still dancing and the tables filled with people.

"Baela from table four" She whispered. The guy nodded and went off in search of the number on the tables. Soon he returned with Baela by his side looking worried a little.

"Dany! Are you okay, girlie?" Baela asked. Her hand raised to push some of her hair back behind her ear. Daeneryn could already feel the bile rise in her throat.

"Get me out of here" Daeneryn begged. Baela wasted no time wrapping an arm around Daeneryn's waist and helped her off the stool thanking the guy before pulling the blonde out of the bar. The second fresh air hit Daeneryn in the face she was crouching down the side throwing up whatever there was in her stomach.

"Shhh girlie, let it all out" Baela pulled Daeneryn's hair back and away from her face. Dany whined feeling a headache approaching and she was nowhere near sobering up.

"Home" She whined like some child. Baela directed Daeneryn to the white BMW helping her into the passenger side and slid into the driver's side.

Baela kept turning to look at Daeneryn every now and then checking on the drunk girl, she never really faired well with drinking. She tried being as quiet as possible trying to get to Daeneryn's room without alerting Alicent or Viserys who slept in two different rooms or Helaena who was also asleep.

By two in the morning she finally managed getting Daeneryn out of her dress and into her lingerie looking sleep dress and slid her under the covers. She changed her clothes and slid in on the other side of the bed so she can sleep as well.

Classes did not start until late in the day the next day so they were able to get at least six hours of sleep before the alarm went off waking the two girls up. Daeneryn was the first to get up rushing to the bathroom to throw up again and shook Baela off deciding to stay in that day and miss the two classes she had.

Baela was not happy but did as Daeneryn wanted and went on her own. Her mood worsened when she noticed Professor Strong's eyes kept searching the lecture room pausing at her before resuming, he was searching for Daeneryn.

Daeneryn was not having a good time, she kept throwing up her bathroom and could not keep anything down except some warm tea and Aegon's miracle sandwich he sent her the recipe of. She slept most of the day trying to get rid of her hangover.

The next morning Daeneryn was much better and decided to join Baela to class. She wore much simpler clothes this time, just jeans and Aemond's King's Landing university hoodie. She tied her hair back in a pink bow to match her purse and sneakers. Baela kept Daeneryn updated on their project, they were almost done with it and they definatly will be if they worked hard enough during class.

The two sat in the furthest corner int he lecture room whispering to one another and adding some information here and there and some references before submitting the project to Professor Strong one five minuted before the lecture was over not like they listened much.

"Miss Targaryen do stay for a minute" Professor Strong called as everyone pilled out. Baela froze by the door and turned to look at Professor Strong. He turned from his computer to look at the two girls.

"You can go Baela" He nodded at the other girl. Baela raised her eyebrow but nodded and left the room.

"What is the matter professor?" Daeneryn asked worried. Harwin pushed back his chair and moved closer to the blonde.

"Where were you yesterday, you missed important information" Harwin glared down at her. Daeneryn could not help but feel aroused at the way his muscled flexed or how his voice dropped some octaves as he spoke with her.

"I was not feeling well professor however Baela kept me updated" Daeneryn answered. She gasped shocked when he pushed her back against the closed door. One of his hands remained by her head while the other trailed down to the lock and with a click it was locked.

"Yes I saw" His hand moved from the door to his pocket pulling out his phone, he unlocked it and opened something before turning it to show her.

It was an article one some website with the video Baela took of her swaying her hips after the first shot emerged. The caption read 'Big brother Aemond disappointed with younger sister's behaviour' the video then turned to Aemond, it was mute but Daeneryn remembered the warning in her brother's voice.

"It was just a night out, they exaggerate" Daeneryn laughed awkwardly. Harwin pocketed his phone again, placing his hand on the other side of her head and leaned down.

"You have been a very bad girl, Daeneryn" He growled lowly. His face was inches away from her own. She gulped attempting to rub her thigh together to get some friction. She wanted to slap herself for feeling this way around her professor, Baela was right this is wrong, besides Baela was the one with the experience of getting involved with your teacher.

"What? Professor I-" he cut her off with a finger to her lips. His eyes turned from looking at her right eye then to the left and again repeating the process. He leaned even closer to the point she could feel his breath on her face. She gulped unconsciously fearing what was to come. Her bag fell from her hand in shock from how close he was to her.

"You've been out partying like some whore showing off your body to some unworthy man, tell me did you get laid?" He asked, cocking up an eyebrow. She whimpered at the title he threw her way and he noticed, smirking victoriously at getting a reaction out of her. Her teeth tried breaking the skin of her lower lip successfully.

"No professor, I promise-" He cut her off again by shoving his fore and middle finger inside of her mouth. She gasped shocked, her eyes snapped up to look at him wide and so very beautiful, the lavender in the were almost gone as her pupil dilated.

"I do not want you to promise me shit" He hissed. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth slowly watching as a string of spit connected them to her plump lips.

"What do you want then?" She asked, feeling her patience running thin. Harwin was having none of that and delivered a slap to her thigh with his other hand making her squeak.

"Spoiled brat, I should fuck that attitude out of you" His hand snapped up to wrap around her throat. The little bunny act was gone in a second and a smirk painted Daeneryn's lips. Harwin's eyes widened when he realised that she has been toying with him this entire time, riling him up and she succeeded with an A+ from his reaction.

"What are you waiting for then, Professor?" She asked, her eyebrow shot up teasingly. She tried rolling her hips feeling his bulge against her thigh. He sighed at the contact but his glare did not waver.

"You truly are a whore, huh?" He asked. He leaned his forehead down on her own, putting pressure on her neck slightly. She whimpered desperately.

"Come on professor, punish me for being a whore... your whore" She moved her hands up his huge biceps and back down his chest towards his buttons. She unbuttoned two buttons exactly before he moved back with his hand still around her neck and pulled her like some dog to his desk. With a swipe of his hand all the papers and his things were scattered all around the room. His hand moved to the back of her neck instead of her throat and pushed her to bend over the table.

"I'll punish you alright, little Targaryen" He pulled reached forward to unbutton her jeans before pulling them down to her knees. He pushed her knees apart as far as possible with the jeans stretching as far as possible. He felt a feral feeling grow in his chest at the sight of her black lace underwear, she planned this.

"Naughty girl" His hand came down on her ass cheek making it jiggle. She whined wiggling her hips desperate.

"Such a little slut for professor, huh?" He asked delivering another blow to her backside. He leaned down so his chest was flush against her back. He trailed kisses from her ear down to her neck, licking a strip up and back down loving the ways bruises were already forming seconds after turning red. Daeneryn forgot all about the spanking enjoying the feeling of his body so close, his heat engulfing her so perfectly and his lips felt like feathers on her skin which earned Harwin a loud squeal when he delivered a third spank surprising the blonde girl.

"Professor" She moaned pushing her hips back, rubbing her reddening bottom against the tent that formed under his black dress pants. She pulled Aemond's hoodie off to show her matching bra.

"What? Are you already wet?" He teased, feeling his cock growing harder at the sight of the bra. He moved to stand up straight again. His hand trailed down her spine and down to her hips grabbing her panties and pulled them down to join her jeans at her knees. They probably would stretch beyond being wearable but Daeneryn did not care, she can just buy a new pair.

"Look at that! A waterfall is coming out of you, little Targaryen" Harwin teased. He ran a finger over her slit gathering some of her arousal on the digit. Daeneryn whimpered feeling her cheeks growing warm at the declaration, she felt like a teenage girl again getting wet from three spanks and his mere voice. She reached behind her back to undo her bra and threw it over her hoodie by the desk.

"Whose this for?" He asked. He put some pressure on her clit earning a sigh of relief. He rubbed slow circles letting her get used to his touch, the roughness of his skin before moving back over to the slit.

"Answer me" he demanded, pushing his pointed finger inside of her with ease. Daeneryn squealed unconsciously pushing her hips back for more.

"You, all wet for you, professor" She cried. Harwin hummed approvingly curling his finger inside of her. She moaned happy with the attention he was giving her. His finger explored inside of her in search of that soft spot that got her seeing stars.

"Tell me little Targaryen, did you enjoy whoring yourself around?" Harwin asked, adding a second finger inside of her. Daeneryn gulped grabbing at the edge of the table for some stability.

"I- I-" She could not even answer because he found that spot. Her eyes rolled back and moan left from her chest instead of her throat. Harwin smirked seeing her legs begin to shake and pressed harder at the spot before pulling out earning a whine. He pushed her jeans and underwear further down and off along with her sneakers.

"Answer me and I will let you come" He promised. Daeneryn turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. He was smirking and his hair was a mess, he probably ran his fingers through her watching the way she sucked his fingers in so good. Her cunt clenched around nothing at the mere sight of him.

"I- I-" She still could not speak. Harwin placed his hands on her hips grinding his hips against her behind with a smirk. He leaned closer to her until his lips were by her ear again.

"I-I- speak, whore" He mocked. His hand came down slapping her thigh sending a jolt of sparks straight to her core.

"I did it to forget you" She cried, her forehead made contact with the table to hide her humiliation.

"Hmm is that so?" He pulled back. Daeneryn's heart picked up pace when she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Her body's shaking worsened with anticipation.

"Professor" She whined, at the feeling of his tip making contact with her clit. He shushed her prodding at her whole getting her arousal to coat his cock. He pushed his tip inside slowly to not overwhelm her.

"Bad girl" He smacked her bottom again when she tried pushing her hips back to get him to push inside. He pushed in, in one go making her scream. He leaned down to cover her mouth his his hand. He started moving without giving her time to adjust, gone was the caring professor and in his place was Harwin Breakbones, a man who enjoyed the pain.

"Bad girls get punished, good girls get rewarded. Which one are you?" He asked. He leaned his forehead against the back of her head. His pace was relentless, Daeneryn's head was fussy and she started loosing feeling in her legs.

"Bad- ooh" She moaned, he moved his hand to give her space to speak. With each thrust his mushroomed head pushed against the spot his fingers reached earlier, an area Daeneryn could not reach with her fingers hence the dildo hidden in a box under her bed, but his cock was nothing like the purple dildo, no he was longer and had a wider girth to him the biggest Daeneryn has had ever had inside of her.

"Hmm will you be a good girl for me?" He questioned. Daeneryn moaned a little too loud to his comfort and his hand slapped against her mouth again. His other hand moved to her hips to assist with his thrusts.

"Bad girl" He moved to stand straight and pulled her back with him with the hand over her mouth. His hips were snapping against hers at this point, Daeneryn tried rolling her hips back to meet his as much as she could. She could feel the area where her the edge met her his skin already burning and a bruise was forming there.

"Sorry" The singular word came out muffled. Harwin moved his hand down to her throat cutting some of her airway, enough for her to breath but not make too much sound.

"Close" She whined. Her head rolled back against his chest, she could not even reach his shoulder. Harwin smirked also noticing the size difference.

"Say you'll be my good girl and I'll let you cum" Harwin had to fight back his own orgasm when he felt her walls clenching around him, trying to milk him.

"Please... I'll be g-good" Daeneryn tried to run at her own clit but Harwin was faster pushing her hand away and began rubbing it himself. Her whole body was burning, sweat was coating her hairline and the back of her neck. Her legs were shaking and she could barely breath.

"Yes!" She cried pushing back against him trying to swallow more of him if possible. Her hands tweaked her own nipples needing an anchor to stay conscious.

"Tight" Harwin's voice sounded strained. Her cunt pushed his cunt out of her much to both of their displeasure. Daeneryn's hips pushed forward to grind her clit against the table pushing his hand closer to her cunt if that was possible. His rubbing did not stop riding out her orgasm. She leaned down on the table for some stability, she could not hold her own weight up and her arms were shaking.

"Good girl" Harwin moved both of his hands to her hips helping her hold up some of her weight. She sighed in relief as her shaking ceased slowly.

"But I am not done just yet" She gasped at the suddenness of his movement, he turned her around and picked her up to sit on the table.

"Professor?" His hand rested in between her breasts, covering half of both, everything about him looked too big compared to her. He pushed her back to lay on her back.

"Shh little Targaryen" He spread her legs open and let them curl around his waist. His head fell back as he slowly pushed back inside of her hole. Daeneryn whined from the overstimulation, she barely got to cum once when she was with a guy let alone to feel a fully hard cock inside of her after an orgasm.

"That's it, sucking me in so well" Harwin praised. Daeneryn wiggled her hips from side to side trying to adjust to his size again. He leaned down close to her, cupping her face with his big palm.

"You okay?" He asked concerned. She willed her eyes to peal open with a soft smile on her face. He realised that he did not ask for permission to touch her in the beginning and was about to pull out but she pulled him closer with her legs.

"Never better" She whimpered, grinding against him. Harwin smirked beginning to move again. Slower this time, but still just as deep if not deeper.

"Good girl, taking my big cock so well" He praised. Daeneryn tried to move her hips to his rhythm. Harwin moved to kiss along her neck and collarbone. Daeneryn's fingers buried into his brown curls moaning straight into his ear. Harwin himself let some moans slip through, she felt so good around him, like a glove made just for him.

"Yes soo big" She cried. His lips trailed down to her chest sucking against the skin. He took a nipple in one mouth and the other was covered by her hand. His hands held her sides moving her body on the table to meet his thrusts.

"You're so big Professor" She resumed her whining. all fear that anyone can hear was erased from both of their head. Harwin tugged at her nipple with his teeth before moving to the other one moving her hand away. One of his hands reached in between their bodies to rub at her numb. her back arched into him at the pressure.

"Yes make me cum, professor" She cried. Harwin's thrusts picked up pace almost matching those of his fingers.

"Come on little Targaryen, cum on my big cock again" Harwin moved to whisper in her ear. He groaned feeling her walls clench around him again. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer using him as her anchor this time instead of her own breasts.

"Fuck yes" She spasmed around him, her whole body shaking with her second orgasm. Harwin picked up his thrusts to ride her orgasm and feeling his own approaching.

"Fuck yes little girl" he pushed her arms away to stand straight, pulling her legs up over his shoulders to thrust even deeper, covering more of his cock.

"Fuck!" Daeneryn cried body still recovering from her second orgasm but he was still moving. Her hands grabbed at the edges of the table feeling it moving against the floor.

"So good" Harwin cried, throwing his hair back. His sweaty curls looked amazing around him, he looked like a god.

"Fuck me professor" Daeneryn cried. Harwin looked like he was in a different universe with her cunt clenching so tight around him. She felt a third orgasm building up, it was close to her second one since he gave her no time to recover.

"Cumming" She warned, wiggling her hips. Harwin turned from looking at where they were joined to look at her face, snapping out of his trance to find her eyes rolling back, her back arching of the desk, her arms looked like they were tensing by her sides unable to move and her legs shook over his shoulder.

"Cum" he growled, snapping his hips harshly against her own. Daeneryn slapped a hand to her mouth to cover the scream that erupted from her chest. Harwin grunted trying not to cum inside of her as he rode out her orgasm.

"Fuck" He groaned pulling out fully, palming himself furiously. Daeneryn used whatever energy she had to roll off the table and kneel down in front of him. Harwin's eyes darkened even more if that were possible at the sight of her on her knees for him, the daughter of the richest man in the city if not the whole country.

"Here, let me professor" Daeneryn pushed his hand away and took him in her mouth. Harwin was so close, he could already feel some of his cum moving through his cock.

Daeneryn sucked and licked his shaft, tongue flattening against the veins that adorned his cock. She moaned against his skin when his hand grabbed a fistful of her hair to move her faster against him. She bobbed her head back and forth. He looked down and the sight was his undoing, he grunted loudly as his cum shot down her throat. Daeneryn did not stop her movement and even moved her hand to cup his balls making sure she got everything he could give her.

"Fuck" He pushed her head off him gently. Daeneryn panted leaning back against the table. Harwin crouched down to her height looking over her, body shining from the sweat that covered her body, her thighs were covered in her own cum and her hair was a mess.

"You were such a good girl" He leaned closer to capture her lips. She giggled letting him help her up and to sit on the table. He moved to his bag pulling out wet wipes. He wiped her arousal from between her legs before moving to clean the spit and cum from his own cock.

"How is that for roleplay?" Daeneryn asked. Harwin threw away the dirty wipes before moving back over to her.

"You like roleplaying as the bad girl?" He teased, wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her closer to the edge. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down for a heated kiss. His tongue immediately prodded her lips and began exploring her mouth, battling her own. Daeneryn pulled away from him panting.

"Baela is starting to catch on, she thinks I have a crush on you" Daeneryn pulled away from him and hopped of the desk in search of her clothes. She pulled up her underwear moving to clasp on her bra.

"Is that truly a bad thing?" Harwin asked pulling up his own boxers. Then he pulled up his dress pants and buttoned his shirt again, Daeneryn realised that in their haste Harwin kept his shirt on the entire time.

"My love I am not telling anyone so you don't get fired and I expelled. When I graduate I swear I will scream it from the roof of the building if you want" Daeneryn walked over to him as she buttoned her jeans. Harwin smiled leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"I'd like that" Harwin moved to grab Aemond's hoodie and handed it to her. Daeneryn raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Me screaming from the roof?" She teased.

"No, everyone knowing how much we love each other" Harwin pulled her close to his chest the second her shirt was on. He leaned his forehead on her enjoying the smell of her perfume and sex that filled the room.

"Soon, professor"

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Crooked Ways [13/22]

“You love those boardroom meetings, cricket. You’ve been begging to go with me since you were ten.”

“That was before I realized how boring they were!”

“No, no - I remember last year when you got so mad at the accounting department that you climbed on the conference table and threw your shoes at the managers. You laughed all night long. Your mother fretted that you were going insane.”

Bulma was insane.

Fingers tap-tapping on the same conference table, she continued to replay the conversation with Dad to figure out how, exactly, she could have explicitly told him no and still ended up in the Capsule Corp high rise in downtown West City. It irritated her enough that it stopped her mind from going where it wanted to go. 

Remembering what she shouldn’t think about only made her want to think of it more. The immediate response in her body had her sitting up straighter in her chair at the head of the table, uncrossing her legs and blinking in a flurry. At the opposite end, a marketer was giving a presentation that she didn’t care about. Since she read through the monthly reports, she already knew what he was saying. Couldn’t she have attended through video conference? That way no one would be able to see her flushed cheeks…

Vegeta. This was Vegeta’s fault. 

Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, exactly where his teeth had done the same the night before. And the night before that. And the night before…

How many days had it been? Since they’d created the strangest nighttime routine, after their daily bickering and respective responsibilities they fell onto the couch in front of the television every night and kissed and kissed and kissed…

It was a much better distraction than any horror movie. Sometimes Bulma wondered what Vegeta was seeking a distraction from, but she’d never asked. 

He’d even given his approval of the new gravity sensors in the training pod in the form of a kiss. She’d expected him to grab her rear, too, but his hand floating down her back had stopped at the base of her spine before drawing away. Disappointing, but Vegeta was full of odd boundaries and cold walls she hadn’t learned to navigate yet. 

“Ma’am? Miss Bulma?”

Bulma put on a dazzling smile, focusing her eyes on the man across the room to give him a few polite, generic comments. He gave a sigh of relief, ending his presentation. She let out a long, slow breath while whispered conversation broke out. The next pale, sweating man stood to make his presentation. Would this never end?

At some point she picked up a pencil, sketching out the battle suit that was at the top of her priority list. And then another, with a few tweaked differences. Looped feet to better stay in his boots. Then another with attached feet entirely. What would he say to that? He’d mentioned that the Frieza Force suits were single pieces. And what about the straps on the armor; would he prefer buckles or elastic that could be slipped over his head and - 

“Thank you,” Bulma said politely when the next man finished. And the next. And the next. 

Vegeta would be training. Probably half-killing himself, but he liked it enough that Bulma held her tongue about it. Some of the time, at least. She’d probably never get used to seeing him sagging and sweating, reopening wounds and barely able to walk up stairs…

Somehow he always found energy for a makeout. She appreciated that about him. 

Next she sketched a half-formed idea that she’d had a few nights earlier. Turning the interior gym into a proper training room for Vegeta so the eyesore of a training pod could be removed from the lawn. Of course, the gravity sensors and technology would have to all be moved, but that was the sort of project she liked…

The managers were packing up their briefcases, muttering amongst each other about dinner. Bulma stood at once, sweeping her drawings and pencil into her purse with a smile for everyone around her. They scrambled to their feet, posturing bow after bow. Annoyance that she was watched so closely, respected so automatically made her steps to the doors too quick. They admired her because she was her father’s daughter, but what about for being her?

High heels in hand, Bulma stepped out of the car at the home compound, the domes turned gold by the light of the setting sun. Instead of going inside to get out of her tight dress or to fill her aching belly with something substantial, she found herself wandering across the lawn to the training pod and the flashing lights visible through the windows. The grass was cool beneath her bare feet, the soil nearly cold. Summer was coming to an end. Only one more summer until…

She beeped her keycard access outside the pod, the whirr of generators and electricity quieting before the door slid open. A cough itched at her throat until she let it out, stepping inside the haze of heat and smoke. 

“Why are you interrupting me? I was almost at my limit!” 

Bulma waved a hand in front of her face to diffuse the smoke clouding her vision. Vegeta hovered several feet above the ground, shirtless and, indeed, sweating. Some of his hair was smoking. That would explain the burning-hair smell that tickled her nostrils. 

“Don’t you want to come inside for dinner?” Bulma asked. A few of the robots, attacks paused by her keycard, beeped. 

“I’ll come inside when I’m done!” The roar filled the pod. She pursed her lips, but said nothing else. His temper would burn itself out in a few hours. She could live with the disappointment in the delay of their nightly kissing. 

“Fine,” she said. “Shower before you come eat, though.” 

“Don’t tell me what to - ”

Bulma was out of the pod before Vegeta finished his sentence. Door sealed shut and explosions resumed, muted by the insulation she and Dad had carefully installed. She hummed a little to herself while she headed to the main dome to ignore the pinch of sadness eating at her heart. 

She was getting too used to relying on Vegeta as a distraction. 

“How were the meetings today, sweetie?”

“Fine.” She served herself in the kitchen, Panchy hovering at the stove while she heated water for tea. “Did Dad make any oh-so-important progress on his submarine issues?”

Panchy sighed. “Oh, if only I knew.”

Oh, if only it was worth wasting my day.

“By the way, Yamcha called for you earlier.”

Bulma nearly dropped the spoon into the rice. “What?”

“Yamcha. He wanted to know how you were coping.”

“Coping with…?” Being alone? Abandoned by my friends? Ignored? Overlooked? Each aggressive answer pushed away the tiny sliver of doubt Bulma had about whether she was betraying Yamcha with Vegeta. Of course she wasn’t - she and Yamcha hadn’t been a thing in months - but…

“He also wanted to know if we have any more of those tent capsules that were discontinued a few years ago since no one was buying them,” Panchy went on, the shrill whistle of the tea kettle raising Bulma’s shoulders to her ears with a cringe. 

“That’s bold of him, isn’t it?” she said with a hint of a snarl, slapping curry on her plate next to the rice. “‘Hi, Bulma, long time no see! Give me free capsules!’”

“That wasn’t what he was saying at all,” her mother protested. “And anyway, I told him I’d look and send them if we have any.”

“You do that!” 

“I will, that’s why I said - ”

“I’m going to my room!”

At some point in the last three minutes Bulma had stopped feeling like a weary, overworked CEO and suddenly like a teenage girl again. She suspected it was when Yamcha’s name had been said. Why, exactly, it triggered her so deeply, she couldn’t be sure. Only that she couldn’t stand another minute around Panchy or waiting for a prince that might never come…

She cried out all the tears she could, huddled on her bed, before pulling her tray of food closer with a sniff. Cold, now. Not that it mattered. Unwinding herself, Bulma stepped off of her bed to open the blinds of her bedroom window. Dark trees obscured the pale indigo of mid-twilight. Not a single sprinkle of star. Regretfully she sat back on her bed, eating without thinking about anything at all. 

Bulma sighed when she gave up on supper, scooting back on her bed until she was engulfed in pillows with her toes tucked in the blankets. What a stupid day. And the conferences at Capsule Corp would last the rest of the week…

She wouldn’t make it. 

A knock at her door didn’t turn her head away from the window. “Come in,” Bulma said, not bothering to raise her voice. A much deeper one responded, the visceral response across her skin to the man in the doorway pitiful compared to what it usually was.

“Are you coming to…watch television?” 

A helpless sort of smile grew on her face. “Hi, Vegeta,” she said. 

“Well?”

“I don’t know. I thought you’d be training much longer.”

“I…got hungry.”

Bulma sensed that was a lie. But she said nothing about it. “Look at me, I’m already in bed,” she sighed woefully, finally looking over at Vegeta with a smile. “You can go back to training.” 

His scowl was darker than any night sky. Arms crossed, shirt stretched tightly across his chest. By that time his scent had made it across the room. She smelled soap. Her stomach twisted at the thought that he’d listened to her. With a sigh Bulma rubbed her forehead. Why hadn’t he gone away yet? She needed peace and quiet to finish her pity party. 

“Is that food?” 

“It was my dinner,” she said, pushing the tray further from her with her feet. 

“You didn’t finish.”

“I wasn’t really hungry.” 

Vegeta grunted. Then, without an invitation, he strode right inside and headed towards the bed where he grabbed the mostly-full bowl of rice to shovel into his mouth. A grain stuck to the corner of his mouth when he finished, setting down the empty dish to wolf down the curry, next. Bulma smiled, resting her head against the pillows. He’d kill her if she said it, but he really was adorable, in his own, special way. 

“Not enough,” he grunted when all the dishes were empty and he neatly set the chopsticks next to them on the tray. 

“Obviously,” she said. “There’s more in the kitchen. Why didn’t you eat before you showered?”

Vegeta shrugged. He wouldn’t meet her eyes, his gaze instead lingering on the bed next to where she was reclining. Bulma gave the covers a pat in invitation, wondering why her hands suddenly felt ice-cold. He sat, angled away from her and staring out the window, same as she did. 

“Why don’t you move into a different bedroom?” he asked. 

“Huh?”

“So that you can see that constellation you like.”

“Oh.” Bulma wound a finger around a curl of her hair, already tired at the thought of getting ready for bed and waking up early the next day for more meetings. “Um. Well, it’s only visible during the summer, anyway. Plus I like this room. It has a bigger balcony.” 

“Do you use it at all besides trying to kill yourself when drunk?”

“Ha, ha. I do when my friends visit.”

“And how often is that?”

Bulma jabbed a kick at Vegeta’s sitting rear with her foot beneath the blankets. He just gave her a narrowed look. “Just so you know, I’ve been drawing up plans for a training room inside the main dome,” she told him. “So be nice or I won’t do it.” 

His brows rose. 

“And you have to promise you wouldn’t destroy this place,” she warned, pointing a finger at his nose. His eyes nearly crossed as he stared at the tip of it. “This is my family’s home. We live here.”

“Well,” Vegeta said. “You’d better insulate the room, then.”

“Obviously I would!” 

“So, you don’t trust me?” A cunning smile tilted the corners of his mouth in a thrilling, almost frightening way. If Bulma didn’t know him better she might have been scared. But beyond the smirk was a delicious, dark smolder in his eyes that she recognized well enough to not be surprised when he scooted a few inches closer, leaning with a fist on her bed to keep himself upright. 

Her heart lodged in her throat. Without thinking she reached for him, holding his face in her hands while he closed the distance with a puff of breath warming her cheeks in the split-second before their lips connected. The dizzying sensation was quick to wipe away her anxieties, replacing them with a sultry kind of haze that she would happily live in forever. 

Vegeta cradled the back of her head in his hand, moving her as he pleased to better draw pleasure from the simple act of kissing. When he gave a choked moan, their noses nuzzling when he pulled back, Bulma moaned herself. Tonight his touch was the sharp bite of static electricity. More ashy than usual, like scorched earth instead of rainy moss. When his teeth bit gently into her lower lip she wriggled closer, wrapping her arms around his neck while his hands held her by the ribs. 

“I suppose here is just as well.” His words were muttered before he resumed making love to her mouth, tongue swirling around her mouth before easing inside. 

“Hmm?” Bulma couldn’t form words with his tongue in control of hers. Her questioning noise was more of a whimper, anyway, and she didn’t really care what he meant right then.

“For kissing.” 

“Oh. Ah. Oh…” She tried to lean back, giving in to the arch of her spine wanting to be closer to him, wanting to crawl right out of the blankets and tackle him onto the bed (never mind that her dress would probably rip) but Vegeta seized her skull, tilting her head back down for more kissing. He wasn’t going to take the hint and kiss her neck then. Or lay her back and climb over her…

“I do wonder,” his voice reverberated in her ear a while later, when he’d grabbed her leg out of the covers to drape over his lap. A few more inches and they’d fall back together. “How you’re making so many more glorious plans when you can barely keep up with your current projects as is.”

“Huh?” Muddled, Bulma ran a hand behind his thick neck, fiddling with the hair there. 

“I’m still waiting for my battle suit.” 

“Oh, of course you are.” 

Vegeta went rigid. It took all of four seconds for her to realize how very trapped she was by his shoulders and arms, pinning her against the headboard. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He pulled away, frowning deeply. The image was offset by his reddened lips. 

“Everyone wants something from me,” Bulma said with a sniff. “Of course you do, too. That’s all.”

“You decided to make me a suit. I didn’t ask for it.”

“No, but you’re always asking for other stuff, aren’t you? The gravity sensors, stronger robots, this and that and food and kissing - ”

“Yes, and you complain the entire time. What’s your point?” 

The point? She huffed out a breath, crossing her arms just like he did, but without the power of bulging muscles. His face was all shades of blue in the light from the window. Except his eyes. They glittered. From the bickering or the kissing. Or both. Bulma squeezed her legs together, but it didn’t help the build-up of desperate yearning. 

“Yamcha called today asking me for free capsules,” she told him. “I’m just…annoyed. Especially after a day like today. All those stupid presentations.” 

“You’re chewing me out because of what Yamcha did?” Vegeta’s brows drew together in ominous warning, which she ignored. He could have hurt her a million times over since he came to Earth, and he hadn’t yet. Her fear of him had gone stale long ago. 

“No, I’m chewing you out because of you.” Bulma waved a hand, as if the difference was negligible. “You make demands, too. Like you own the place! Maybe I’m tired of doing everything for everyone! How come no one ever thinks of that?” 

“If you’re tired of it,” he said, and he lifted her chin with a finger so that their eyes met in a dazzling bridge. She tried to swallow and failed, a tiny eep squeaking from between her lips. “Then stop doing nice things for everyone. You’re a generous woman, Bulma. People have learned that. And they come to expect that.” 

“You want me to stop working on your battle suit?” The words trembled, but Vegeta didn’t comment on that, his eyes flashing. 

“No!”

“So I should stop doing nice things for everyone but you?” 

His mouth tilted downward in a frown. Very nearly a princely-pout. Bulma wanted to trace it with her thumb. “That’s not what I said,” Vegeta said through gritted teeth. “Cease putting words in my mouth.” 

I could put other things in your mouth, she wasn’t brave enough to say. Yet. 

“My grandfather,” he said suddenly, and then snapped his mouth shut. She waited, too intensely curious to ruin her chances of hearing this undoubtedly private tidbit of information by nagging. Vegeta exhaled, head lowering slightly, the bridge between their eyes breaking into a thousand stars. “My grandfather once gifted my grandmother a planet.”

“Well, I haven’t offered that to anyone yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Krillian or Goku asked.” 

He nodded. The fist he propped himself with loosened and turned into a flat hand, brushing over her bedspread. “My grandfather thought too small.”

Bulma started. She was sure she’d lost the conversation. Where was he going with this?

“I would give you a galaxy.”

Her mouth fell open. Immediately Vegeta bristled, rising to sit straight with his shoulders out proudly. “You doubt my ability to accomplish such a task,” he said, though Bulma had thought no such thing. “Might I remind you I was at the front lines of the Frieza Force. I could give you ten galaxies.” 

“I didn’t say you couldn’t,” she said, bemused. “No need to get so defensive. But why would you do that?” 

Vegeta blinked. Something unfamiliar swam in his eyes, something deep and regretful and confused. Then he shook his head. “I only meant to make you feel better,” he muttered at last. “I have no interest in your weeping tonight.” 

Bulma hadn’t been in danger of weeping (again) but she didn’t tell him so. Something warm and big was swelling in her chest that she couldn’t quite make sense of. Part of it had to be surprise that Vegeta offered her a galaxy. What would she do with an entire galaxy? She knew how the Frieza Force had worked - did Vegeta think to install her as a tyrannical overlord of conquered planets? She could laugh at the very thought: Bulma Briefs, Dictator, and her right hand man, the villainous and violent Prince Vegeta.

“Why are you laughing?” Vegeta asked sharply. 

She smothered her smile. “I’m not laughing.”

“Yes, you are! I heard it.” 

“If you gave me a galaxy, Goku would show up to depose me,” Bulma said, and she did laugh, but only a little. 

“And I’d finally have my chance to beat him.” Vegeta’s words took on a dangerously low tone. She didn’t dare laugh, but she smiled. 

“You’re full of it.” 

“Full of what? I scarcely ate even part of a meal.” 

“So go eat! I’ll return to my feminine weeping and hysterics after you leave.” 

He stared at her, likely assessing the truth of her threat. 

“I’m teasing,” she told him, smiling. “Really, go eat. I’m tired and I want to go to bed. I can’t stay up all night listening to your revenge fantasies or I’ll fall asleep during the conference tomorrow.” 

Vegeta nodded. Unsettlingly compliant, for him. “I want my battle suit when those conferences are over,” he said, standing up. The loss of comforting weight on her bed settled an unhappiness on Bulma’s shoulders, which she disguised with an indignant gasp. 

“You’ll get it when you get it!” 

But he just waved her off, just like she waved him off sometimes. 

“By the way,” Vegeta added, already halfway to the door. “You should wear that dress more often. But not around anyone but me.” 

The flash of his smile, more feral than affectionate, was blocked by the door closing behind him. Self-consciously Bulma put a hand to her chest, pushing the neckline closer to her skin as if a pervert would be on the ceiling just to gawk down her front. But she committed his suggestion to memory, anyway.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Stucky Masterlist P.4

Started: 7/27/23

Updated: 9/16/24

Part 3

@/sail-not-drift Steve Gets Face Fucked

@/whiteglovemanor's Modern Young Bucky discovers Steve's Vibrator

@/sail-not-drift Provided Bucky Suckling Steve

@/sail-not-drift The Secret Life Of Bucky Barnes Inspired Sex Tape

Freshly Sterumed Steve, Hypnotized Steve, & Commanding Bucky

Bucky Modding Steve Into An Alpha

Bucky Obsessing Over Steve's Middle Fingers

Mute, Horny Bucky

Shrinkyclinks Bucky Taking Out His Mission Adrenaline On Steve

Anon Provided PA Steve & Actor Bucky

Knothole Market & Gas

Breath Play Predicament Bondage

Eat Me (Implied Gore/Cannibalism/Vore Warnings)

What Are Steve & Bucky Like When They Cum?

Pleading Anon Provided ✨️Outfit Inspiration✨️

Steve Being Casted Into Living Art

Steve Strings Bucky Up w/ An Anal Hook

Anon Provided Steve Drooling Over Bucky's Grown Out Hair

Chemical Castration Recovery Discussion

@/whiteglovemanor's Steve's Tits Thoughts

Music That Inspires

Steve & Bucky Go Back To Past Brooklyn

Bucky Being Humiliated & Spit On

Bucky Gets More Spit & Humiliation

Slavering Whore College Quarterback Steve

Steve Getting Fucked DUMB In Multiple Positions

Tiny Vampire Steve Returns

Lil Phone-Call About Body Hair

Did I Mistake You For A Sign From God?

Breaking In Pony Steve

Hollow-Strap Ons & Living Toy Steve

Making Steve Jump

Bug Sub Steve Humiliated Through Public Speaking

@/whiteglovemanor Bucky's Kink For Steve Flexing

Solo Sub!Bucky Scene

Business Man Steve & His Puppy

Bratty Bucky In A USO Showgirl Dress

@/ccappucino's Guard Dog & Medical Kink Thoughts

Bucky's Memory Journals

Steve & Bucky Entertain The Neighbour's Kids During A Blackout

Ceo Steve & Eacort Bucky Return

Quick Pussy Steve Thoughts

Steve & Bucky & Spreader Bars

Steve's Memory

Sub VS Dom Steve In A Bra

Retirement Gala

Short Exhibitionist Steve Feels ft. @/cable-knit-sweater

The Magic Phrase

Bucky's Fetish For Steve's Neck

The "Buck Rimjob"

Steve's Dick Self-Portraits

Steve & Shoes

Did The Serum Make Steve Louder?

Gentle Praise Kink

Housewife & Uniform Ideas

Song Covers

Corruption Kink

Steve's Little Pain Kink

Gym Meet Cute

Sub Steve Gets A Prince Albert Piercing

How Does Bucky Feel About Steve's Bottom Lip?

Tailor!Bucky & Cap!Steve

Subpiling In The Gym Sauna

Pussy Steve Wet Dreaming

Praising, Worshipping, & Bathing Sub!Steve's New Post-Serum Body

Turning Captain America Into A Slobbering Mess

Ghost Bucky & Captain America Steve In The Gym Showers

Steve Colored Home Décor

"Ring 'Round My Finger, Ringing My Phone" Expansion

Bucky Is Just Trying To Make Steve His Morning Eggs

🤌🏻The Steve-gasm of it all🤌🏻

High Tech & Slobbery Puppy Steve

Big Dick, Stupid Steve

Pussy Steve Squirts For The First Time

Listing All That Drives Bucky Insane

Steve's Hair Fetish Returns

Three Thoughts About A Twitter Army Orgy

Little!Bucky & Cg!Steve (Age Play, Nonsexual)

Returning To My Roots w/ Pregnancy Kink

Steve Is The Energizer Pink Bunny.

Locker Room Sex w/ Sensitive Armpits

Bucky Is Just Trying To Leave The House, Dammit Steve

Bucky Fucks Pussy Steve's Ass

Steve Is De-Serumed & Bucky Comforts Him In The Way Only He Can...

Bucky Molds Steve's Dick & Then Uses The Fake Steve Dick On Him

Steve Accidentally Discovers Puppy Play

Omega!Dom!Bucky & Alpha!Sub!Steve Waking Up To Bucky's Heat

Bucky Breaks Through Steve's "I Don't Need Help" Schick

Pre-War Dom Steve & Human Furniture Sub Bucky

Puppy Steve Can't Stop Fucking

Bucky's Makeup & Beard Have Steve In A Chokehold

Omega Steve Fights The Winter Soldier & His Heat Is Triggered

Hypnotized Steve Returns!

Back To The Beginning... Dom/Sub Style

Human Steve w/ a Vampire Fetish

Pleasure Dom Steve & Sub Bucky

The Cum Pup-sicle

Slavering Whore Quarterback Steve Returns

Part 5

[sockscarving]

Your Guide to Different Types of Socks

Crew length, no-show, sports, ankle, winter—there are many different types of socks available in the market. Which socks to wear with different footwear: loafers, sports shoes, etc.? Which socks to wear to the office, gym, etc.? Which socks to wear in summer and winter?

In this article, we’ll show you the different types of socks based on length and where and how to wear them.

No-show socks

As the name suggests, No-show socks are socks that only cover the toes and heel part of the feet, and sometimes even the top part of the feet. These socks are designed in such a way that they are invisible outside the shoes. These come in 2-3 variants in which the coverage of the feet varies. They have a silicon grip on the heel part to prevent slipping.

No-show socks go well with low-top shoes like loafers, sneakers, boat shoes, and slip-on shoes. They can be worn with ankle-length and short bottoms like shorts, chinos, and cropped trousers. They are good for casual outfits but may not look good with formal outfits.

Ankle-length socks

Ankle-length socks are a sweet spot between no-show and crew-length socks, touching the ankle. These socks cover your feet to the ankle and are one of the most common socks types. They are visible, unlike the no-show socks.   

Ankle-length socks can be worn with low-top shoes and ankle boots. Since they are visible, they are more appropriate for casual occasions. These socks can also be worn for light sports activities. They serve the purpose of wearing socks while giving a casual look.  

Crew-length socks

Crew-length socks are one of the most commonly found socks in the stores. The length of these socks goes up to the beginning of the calf. 

Crew-length socks are good to wear with high-top shoes, hiking boots, and other shoes that go above the ankle. These are good for formal, casual, and sports. These socks can be worn for running, hiking, etc. They can also be worn every day, especially in winter, to keep your feet warm. They come in different materials, like cotton, terry cotton, etc.

Calf-length socks

Calf-length socks are longer than crew-length socks and go up to the calf. These socks come in different lengths—midcalf, calf, and over the calf. Midcalf ones go halfway up to the calf and over the calf go up to the knees.

Calf-length socks are mostly worn with formal wear and uniforms, sportswear, and to keep legs warm during the winter. They are good for those who wear suits and formal suits every day. 

Knee-length socks

Knee-length socks are commonly worn to keep legs warm in the winter. The length of these socks goes above the knee. They can also be used as leg warmers, as they are long enough to cover most of the leg part.

Knee-length socks are generally worn with casual outfits or as everyday wear. Women can style knee-length with skirts and shorts to keep themselves warm during winter. 

Thigh-high socks

Generally worn for warmth or fashion, thigh-high socks go up to the middle of the thigh. These socks have an elastic band or garter belt on top so that the socks don’t slip down. 

Thigh-high socks are also worn for some winter sports. 

Some more types of socks

Compression socks

Compression socks are used to improve blood flow and reduce pain and swelling in the legs. These socks are tighter than regular socks and come in different lengths and sizes. These are especially beneficial for those who have varicose veins. 

Winter socks

Winter socks are like regular socks, which are made of a different material that is warm. The material used to make these socks is wool and terry cotton. They keep your feet warm in winter and come in different lengths.

Check out our fury socks for women

Grip socks

Grip socks are socks with a rubber layer on the sole to prevent slipping. These socks are used in sports like football and rugby, where foot stability is very important. Other than sports, these socks can also be worn to do pilates, yoga, and trampolining.

How do I find the right socks?

There are a few things that you need to consider when choosing socks for yourself.

Material: The fabric of the socks should be breathable and lightweight. Breathable socks help in keeping the feet dry and odour-free. Natural fabrics like cotton and bamboo are more breathable than synthetic fabrics like nylon and polyester.

Socks length: The length and fit of the socks should be proper. The length of the socks depends upon the type of footwear and outfit you’re wearing. The fit of the socks should be snug and comfortable.

Cushioning and support: If you are an athlete, your socks should have a level of cushioning and sometimes even compression to make it comfortable to play. 

Read more here.

Sockscarving has a variety of socks to suit your needs. Whether you want socks for everyday wear, formal wear, or sportswear, Sockscarving has them all. We, at Sockscarving, believe in creating socks that are lightweight, breathable, and high quality. 1,00,000+ people have been a part of our journey and loved the socks. 

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[ask-las-phyria]

Say, Qibli... Peril's been looking at you funny recently.

Las Phyria rapping scene! Battle 1!

As the sun went down, the door to the old warehouse near the construction site slowly opened, a head quickly stuck out and looked around before popping back in and shutting.

"Alright! Purity, mind acting as the guard tonight?" The kid bounced forward, T-shirt and Gym shorts following suit while his running shoes echoing off the floor.

"Fuck off Troy." Purity grumbled, her long white hair dripping over her leather jacket.

"I got this," Jackel groaned as he walked over to the door. "You're reffing tonight."

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Soon the entire warehouse was crowded with people. Troy sat at a desk, resting his feet on top and leaning back in his chair, jamming out to the music.

Then Qibli and Peril slammed down the cash on the desk.

"We wanna run a no beat throwdown homie." Qibli said.

"Aight, names?"

"Qibli."

"Peril."

Peril was about a head taller than Qibli and wore a combo of a tank top and a jacket with long braided hair.

"Alright!" Troy gave a loud clap. "Let's throw it down!" He gave the nearby makeshift gong a hit with a hammer and reaching into a mic plugged into speakers under the desk.

"We got a battle y'all gather round!"

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Troy: Rap Battle! Qibli vs Peril! LET'S GO!

Qibli: I got good grades in school, cause I understood the assignment. You out here walking on eggshells, bitch you can't even make an omelet!

Turtle: Oh shit he didn't!

Peril: Bitch this is no competition, I got the game on lock. Assasination market cornered, BITCH YOU TALK BUT I WALK!

Kinkajou: DAAAAAAAAAMN!

Qibli: Grew up in these streets, fire bars are what I cook, BITCH DON'T YOU KNOW THE SHIT I SPIT IS FINGER LICKING GOOD?

Orche: Dang! Got her with the KFC!

Peril: Bitch this conversation is over, enough has been said. Bitch you run, cause unlike Winter, I AM FOR THE HEAD!

Troy: SIT THE FUCK DOWN!