#I HATE SHOES

[bergselise]

[bazingax5]

i hate shoes

when i saw this i immediately thought of chris idk why

[pricknim]

My friend told me to use the poses from this tiktok, so I did. They were all convinced to do this by Pinkie (and Dash).

[rottenzone]

─── 🔸🔶🔸 ─── Handsome Sorcerer ─── 🔸🔶🔸 ───

[mewklebop]

asuka doodle. evangelion

[saturnsfallen]

Bakugou Katsuki WIP;)

[crimeboys]

customers love to come up and ask about shoes in the dumbest way possible such as "do you have the tie-dye crocs in another size?" and not bring up the shoe for me to check and then wonder why i ask "which one?" and they seem confused as if there are not 5 different styles for each of these and their simple description does not help. and then when i find the shoe and check them they are annoyed i cannot order them. and THEN they ask "what about the margaritaville crocs?" posited as if we have them, confusing me who does not think we have them but i dont work every single day so maybe they came in and i dont know, so when i ask "oh, did you see them in the store?" they must, of course, huffily question "do you not know your inventory?" because i am the idiot here for not cataloguing every single shoe by heart. and then when my sales assicuate asks if they're getting the tie-dye croc that i have left to the side, the customer Must say "oh, no, i wasn't even able to properly look those up" as if i did not fucking check for them despite their nasty-ass attitude and inability to bring up the shoe they wanted checked out. i love retail btw.

[idkwhyimhere5462]

Sometimes, I’m trying to type shoe and I accidentally type out Sheo, like Sheogorath. Then, I get sad I’m not typing about Sheogorath and instead typing about something boring like that shoes are nothing but feet prisons and that the invention of them was the worst thing to happen to humanity.

[justunderscorecattttt]

he is walk

he is walk

(he is walk)

[caramalt]

Crow Girlie Adoptable Wip

[0peach0fizz0]

I hate shoes. How dare you touch my toes and think you can get away with it? Literally go fuck yourself.

[eraserbread]

satoru gets nanami drunk after an especially long mission, and leaves u to deal with his neediness :(( poor baby

nanami comes back home and you're laying on your side in bed, asleep, but jolted awake at the sound of the distant front door. the nightstand clock tells you it's a few minutes to midnight, and nanami always clocked out at 6.

typically.

he doesn't hesitate finding his way to you, understanding that if you're not waiting up for him, you'd be asleep. and, he was right. except, you're sitting up, blinking sleep away when he pushes open the door.

you can tell he's not all there - it takes him a second to catch his footing and notice you watching him.

"you weren't waitin' for me." he's slurring his words ever so slightly, letting them melt into each other. "what's wrong with you?"

"nothing." you whisper, giving him your sweetest, softest tone. "come on and come to bed, baby." you nod him forward, not like he could see you well with the lights on. you really didn't want to get out of bed - already wrapped nicely in your sleep clothes and content where you are.

seems kento has other ideas. he flicks on the light and leaves you to bear the harshness. you cover a palm over your eyes, hissing under your breath.

"really?" you whine, rubbing the assault from your droopy lids as he walks to the bed.

"somethin' wrong?"

you bite your lip, wanting to tell him to fuck off but extremely wary. you don't think he's been in such a state in... years, now that you're thinking about it.

"you weren't there... so i gotta- i have to take this off all myself."

you squint trying to make out what he's saying, but he's trying to toe off his shoes, stumbling in the process but catching himself pretty quickly. tomorrow, you'd scold him to hell for tracking them into your bedroom. tonight, you don't care. you just want him next to you.

but, it is annoying being woken up and forced to watch kento try and take off his shoes. "just take your shoes off and come to bed."

"did i tell you, that soup you made last night... fantastic." he mutters lazily, slipping into bed with his shoes still on. if he was sober, he'd see your eye twitch manically. he's so fucking stubborn.

but, he's being sweet ...kinda? right now, so you swallow that irritation and lean into him. like always, you start at the button at his neck, flicking it loose and moving down to his tie. it's been loosened already, making it easier to pull and slide off. under your busy fingers, nanami lays back on his propped arm, eyes shut.

so spoiled...

"shoes, ken." you so helpfully, sweetly remind him. to no fucking avail. instead, he leans into your exposed collarbone and starts kissing you. it's a specific kiss - a kiss that means 'this won't end anytime soon'

though you roll your eyes, you let him. your body is so fucking used to this, now, that all it takes is his shaky hand on your thigh to get you going.

and, you're going. you crane your neck for him, swallowing down want as his clumsy lips take to you like a cat drinking milk. he's stuck there -- fixated and happy lapping little love marks into your skin with a hand fiddling at the crotch of his work pants. he's restrained by a belt, two buttons, and a zipper, and his drunken state couldn't fathom undoing it all.

the first moan you give him has him pulling away, blinking up at you with reddened eyes.

so, he looks at you and asks - no, tells you. "help?"

and you fold.

his shoes still on and all, you climb over his lap, scooting down just enough to tug and pull at his belt. you're sitting just under his beaming erection, giving it a little push when you pull open his zipper. under you, he's covering his red face with his hand, moaning from your touch and presence alone. it's obscene - uncharacteristic. you love it.

"so pretty... pretty n soft... pretty, too. can't look at you or I'll wet my pants."

"you're crazy," you mumble, pulling his arm from his face and bringing it to yours to slip his finger between your lips. he gets the hint, taking control of his arm as he strokes over your chin, letting your fingers work your silk shirt away around your back.

he's dragging across the jagged edge of your teeth, pressing into your canines just to feel a bit of pain. if he opened his eyes, he'd short circuit, luckily he opens them as soon as you're dropping your shirt. then, you're showing all of you to all of him, and he can't do anything else but slap another hand over his eyes, whining dejectedly and blushed to the core.

"kento, look at me," you deadpan, tired enough to just roll over and sleep, but intrigued enough to keep pushing him.

"so hot."

you claw at his thick hand, nearly begging for his eyes to take you hostage. "hey."

"please... suck it..." he mutters, then stuffs his teeth with his fist, seething out sharp breaths as your fingertips find his skin just over his waistband. the request takes you back.

"you stopped when we got married... always wanted to ask you why but... please..."

you don't speak, you can feel more wet words on his tongue that you know he wants to say.

"please, baby girl... please, doll... the second I wake up 'm gonna buy you that silver necklace with my initial you've been wantin'... or I've been wantin' for you. just kiss 'm, please. so good..."

you have no idea what's he's going on about, but you like the sound of it. you like the sound of your nicknames twirling off his smooth, drunken tongue. so, you lean down to kiss them away, tasting the tang of drink on his supple skin.

he kisses you back just as eagerly, groping your chest in his hand as if it'd bring him down to earth again.

"i stopped because i don't think i'm very good at it." you laugh, taking it upon yourself to sit up and tug his briefs down past his hips. he's a mess - work clothes falling off the bone and you all over his face. he tastes like your chapstick now, and you catch little kitten licks poking from his lips just to study it.

"just kiss him like you're kissin' me."

then, you grab the base of his flushed cock, and he arches his back, a dramatic, uneasy 'ah-' coming from his throat. that really takes you aback - you've never heard such a noise come from your insanely composed spouse.

"don't... give it pronouns, weirdo."

"well, 's not a she."

and for the first time ever, you find yourself pressing your palm to his lips to shut him up. then, kissing over your knuckles, you watch his striking hazel eyes shiver and fall shut. you're so fucking in love it's crazy.

then you give him what he wants.

even though it feels unfamiliar, you drop your head, fist working his happy, dripping erection into oblivion as he whines and cries for you. it's when your lips kiss over the head, focusing your tongue in the slight dip, he cums. all over your face.

you're definitely taken aback, letting him have his moment, but you're so flushed and kinda agitated, yet always in love with him. he's a shaking, crying mess -- actually, crying tears. it's absurd. you'd remember this moment long after you've died.

even covered in cum, he still pulls you back, attacking your lips in a hot kiss you're not prepared for. seems like that release has him coming back to himself, because the grip he has on the back of your neck is not nice. you wouldn't be surprised, and you wouldn't mind, if you saw a bruise there in the morning.

when he comes to his senses, he pins you down face first into the mattress, kissing all over your neck and back as he fucks you lazily. he's so slow, it's serene. you can feel every dip of his cock, every vein as it drags against your sensitive, spasming walls. you both are so wet, begging for more, begging for each other.

it's how he makes you cum for him, with his sloppy, lazy ass thrusts and the wet kisses he leaves on your stained skin. there's cum drenched in these bedsheets, and if you weren't so fucked out and tired, you'd kick him out and call him inconsiderate.

tonight, you don't care. you fall asleep tucked under your man, barely able to breathe, let alone move. he'd suffocate you, at this rate.

but,

you don't care...

read part 2? <3

[alverrann]

Lol thx for the tag!

Anyone who wants to is welcome to join in, I want to see my cute moots (even if u just send me the pic, lol)

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Tag game: make yourself as a little guy

Tagged by: @thanatos-zagreus-shagreus

Tagging: @thiamsxbitch @rhyslahey @myinnerguineapig and whoever else is up for doing it 💙

[shrimpshark49]

Shoe shopping...

I FUCKING HATE SHOE SHOPPING!!!!!

the amount of hatred I have for shoe shopping goes over the amount of hatred I have for clothing shopping.

I recently just rediscovered my hatred for shoe shopping when I went to the mall to meet up with my original dad and his daughter that I found out I had a while back.

the thing about my family is that they all love shoe shopping. my mom, both my original dad and my step dad, my aunt's. even my new step sister who at this point just recently met I can tell she loves shoe shopping we went to three different stores for shoes.

it's like my body has an internal reaction to being at a shoe store. there's too many people it's too loud I feel all gross and my body just internally screaming the entire time...

it doesn't help that I am going to be going on a hike soon with my family and they have been pressuring me to get new shoes, the thing is! The shoes suck but!! They have that walking on clouds thing that supposed to help Walking.

Fuck those shoes they feel clunky they're too heavy and I lose my balance way too much aghhhhhh

[dabadoowop]

my mom got mad at me for walking outside barefoot :(

[sspittlerr]

i have something in my shoe and i dont wanna take off my shoe so i will throw a fit till it magically disappears somehow 💞