#ankle length ladies socks

[socksstylesecrets]

How to Keep Half Socks On In Your Slingback Shoes

With the right pair of ankle socks and some thoughtful considerations, slingbacks can become a comfortable and stylish choice for any occasion. Whether you're heading to work, a party, or just a casual day out, this combination ensures you remain on-trend without compromising on comfort.

[mellowsadistic]

The Magician's Game - Chapter 4

Susie’s New Life

“Come here, little one!” Susie’s mother called. “Come to Mummy!”

Susie immediately got up and abandoned the stuffed animal tea party she’d been forced to play with (“Would you wike some tea, Mister Snuggles?”), hurrying over to her mother as fast she could. Once she reached Mrs Taylor, she felt a sudden weakness in her knees. Against her will, her body did a submissive little curtsey. She lifted up the hem of her silly little frock and flashed her wet, drooping diaper. “Here Mummy,” she said. Normally she was allowed to wear cotton underpants and use the little plastic training potty in the living room, always under supervision, but occasionally her mother changed her into nappies and told her she couldn’t control her bladder. Susie had spent that whole morning dribbling wee-wee into her pants like a dumb baby. Her mother had told her she couldn’t hold her pee, so she couldn’t.

“Good girl,” Mrs Taylor cooed, smirking. Even after months of having her independent daughter back under her thumb, she was still delighted by the sight of the once mature, rebellious young woman reduced to an obedient little lady. She looked especially adorable in her soggy nappy, blushing crimson, her eyes fixed on her sweet little Mary Janes. “Come with Mommy, sweetie. We’re going to your nursery. We need to get you changed into your special dance clothes, okay princess?”

“Yes, Mummy,” Susie said again, with another curtsey. Then she waddled hurriedly after her mother, wrinkling her nose at the horrible, yucky wet feeling of her diaper squishing between her legs.

Once they reached her bedroom, her nursery, Susie couldn’t stop herself scrunching up her face in disgust at the baby-pink wallpaper, the large crib, the changing table, and the childish toys that littered the carpet. She didn’t want to pull a face, but Mummy had told her that was how she was supposed to react to things she didn’t like. No more superior sneers. No more cold stares. Just wrinkling her nose and pulling what Mummy called her ‘yucky face’.

Mrs Taylor turned around to her daughter and lifted her frock up and over her head, leaving her bare-chested. Susie tried to cover her breasts, but her mother smacked her hands away. “No baby. There’s no need to cover your boobies. You haven’t got anything Mummy hasn’t seen before.” Susie’s lower lip trembled as her hands dropped immediately to her side. Her mother slipped her shoes off her feet, leaving her in nothing but her squishy wet nappy and her frilly ankle socks. “What a soggy girl!” Mrs Taylor cooed, probing the discoloured front of Susie’s diaper with her fingers. “You’re Mummy’s widdle pee-pee pants, aren’t you precious? Yes you are! Yes you are! But I don’t think you need a change just yet. That can wait until later. Let’s finish getting you dressed.”

Susie could only stand there like a doll as her mother pulled a ridiculous tutu up her legs and over her nappy. The puffy frills stuck out from her waist, failing spectacularly to conceal her bulging potty pants. Next, a pair of ballet shoes over her socks, and finally a pair of glittery pink fairy wings that slipped into place over her shoulders.

“There we go!” Mrs Taylor announced happily. “Fully dressed! Come and take a look at yourself, cutie.” She led her daughter over to the floor-length mirror and stood her in front of it.

Susie almost started crying when she saw how absurd she looked. An attractive women in her early twenties (as her bare breasts made clear) dressed up like a little girl pretending to be a fairy princess, her wet diaper peeking out beneath the hem of her tutu, letting everyone know she wasn’t even mature enough for toilets. She gritted her teeth and fought to keep her face set. She didn’t want to give her mother the satisfaction of seeing her cry like a baby, but she still couldn’t stop herself from pulling her yucky face.

“Awww, what’s that look for, sweetie?” Mrs Taylor cooed. “Who’s Mummy’s pretty baby? Who’s my pretty little girl?”

“Me Mummy!” Susie blurted. The words spilled from her lips beyond her control. “Me a pwetty giwl!”

Her mother laughed. “That’s right, sweetie! Now let’s go and show you off to Mummy’s friends, and you can do your little dance just like we practiced.”

“Yes Mummy,” Susie said. She tried desperately to keep her feet rooted to the floor, but it was useless. She was nothing but a passenger in her own body when her mother gave her an order. She followed her mother out of her nursery and down the stairs towards the living room. The sounds of conversation reached her ears. Her mother’s twisted friends had been delighted to see Susie ‘put back in her place’.

A chorus of laughter rang out once Susie entered the room, and her lower lip trembled again. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, wishing it would swallow her up and end this nightmare.

“Say hello to your Aunties, princess,” her mother ordered. “Just like Mummy told you to do.”

A big dumb smile spread over Susie’s face at once. She looked up and waved enthusiastically at the five women sitting on the sofas and chairs. “Hewwo Aunties!”

“Awww!” they all cooed in unison.

“Hi baby!”

“Aren’t you just the cutest!”

“That outfit is much more appropriate than all those silly things you used to wear!”

“I could just gobble you up!”

“I’m so glad you’re back where you belong, little one!”

“Little Susie-wusie wanted to show you all the dance she’s been practising,” Mrs Taylor announced. “It’s a bit different from the dancing she used to do when she was out partying at university, back when she thought she was a big girl, but she’s still very proud of it. Go on, sweetie, sing your little song for us!”

Susie tried once more, desperately, to control her body. But no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t disobey her mother. “I’m a little baby,” she sang, to the tune of I’m A Little Teapot. “Wet and dumb!” She struggled to hold back her tears. “Here is my nappy…” She patted it. “And here is my bum!” She spun around, stuck out her padded bottom, and wiggled it at her mother’s cackling friends. “When… I get… all stinky…” she sang between grunts, sinking down into a squat and straining to fill her diaper just like Mummy had ordered her to do. She felt sick and disgusted at what her traitorous body was doing. The seat of her nappy bulged and sagged. “Here me shout!” she sobbed, getting up and turned back around to face her audience with tears running down her cheeks, her loaded diaper now sagging halfway down to her knees. “Mummy!” she cried. “I did a poo-poo in my pants!”

Her mother’s friends shrieked with laughter and applauded, while Mrs Taylor smiled, darkly satisfied, and pulled her tearful daughter into a hug. “There, there, stinky-bum,” she cooed. “It’s okay. Mummy’s very proud of you for doing your cute little song and dance. It’s only to be expected that you pooped your pants. You might have thought you were a mature, independent woman who was clever enough to go off to university, but now you know you’re just a big, silly baby who can’t even stop herself making yucky messes in her nappy.”

“But you made me!” Susie whined. All her complaints came out in an annoying, whiny voice now, ever since her mother told her that was how she was to complain about things. “I can control myself!”

“Awww, is my widdle Susie-wusie being a fussy-pants?” Mrs Taylor crooned. “I think she is!” Then she leaned close to her daughter’s ear and whispered an order. “Throw a tantrum, Susie. Right now.”

Immediately, Susie lost control of her emotions. “I’m not a BABY!” she screeched, stamping her feet and pumping her fists madly the moment her mother had pulled away. “I wanna go back to college! I wanna go to parties and have sex with boys! I wanna be a grown-up again!” She stomped about stupidly, looking utterly ridiculous in her tutu and fairy wings, her bare breasts and her stinky diaper both jiggling wildly as she bounced up and down like an overgrown toddler. “I don’t wanna be a stupid baby! I’m a big girl! I’m a BIG GIRL!”

Susie tried to calm herself down. She knew this was exactly what her mother wanted – to make her to look like an absurd, oversized two-year-old – but just as it had been for months now, even since the Magician had put her in this state, she was completely unable to disobey her Mummy. Even her little ‘rebellions’ were controlled, only a means to humiliate her further by forcing her to act like the anger she felt at her situation was merely typical toddler fussiness. So Susie could do nothing as her body dropped to the floor and started kicking its legs and pounding the carpet, bawling its eyes out and shrieking that it was a big girl.

“Uh-oh!” her mother sang, glancing knowingly at her friends. “I think little Susie just earned herself some smacky bum-bum time!”

They all laughed, even while Susie continued to scream and shout.

“That naughty girl definitely needs a red bottom!” said one.

“Babies are often like this,” said another. “I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised that Susie is too. I’m sure a spanking will sort her out!”

Mrs Taylor smirked as she dragged Susie to her feet, sat down in a chair, and pulled her flailing adult daughter over her knees. “Bad baby!” she scolded, bringing her hand down on Susie’s bottom. “Very naughty girl, Susie-poo! This is exactly why Mummy can’t let you grow up! Imagine, still throwing tantrums at your age!”

Susie cried and thrashed as her mother spanked her, alternating between smacking what little of her bottom wasn’t covered by her nappy, and bringing her palm down forcefully on the seat of her baby-pants to make the mess inside squish horribly against her bum.

This was her life now, Susie knew. Toddler activities and tantrums and spankings. No free will. Just a doll for her controlling mother’s amusement. All Susie could do was hope that one day her mother would let her grow up again, or the Magician would take pity on her and undo what he’d done. But Susie had a feeling that wouldn’t be for a very long time.

[novasintheroom]

006: Appearance

♡ Pairing - Vash x f!Reader

♡ Word count - 0.9k

♡ Warnings - none

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3

It’s not often he gets to dress up.

Read: ever.

Vash turns back and forth in front of the mirror. The suit is brown-red, old, and Roche gave Vash a teal tie as an accent to the look. Unfortunately, Vash never learned how to tie things like that, so it hangs limply around his shoulders. The suit jacket is a bit small on him. The pants ride up on his ankles like he’s prepping for a flood, his socks showing plainly. He lets out a small laugh. He knows he’s tall, but this is ridiculous.

Mister Roche is a kind man to let an outlaw like him not only into his home, but to throw a party in his honor. Saving a rich man’s daughter from bandits has its perks, sometimes. To let Vash borrow one of his suits was just added kindness – and something the man insisted on. “My wife likes our guests well-dressed for dinner. Best give you what I can so you can eat!” he’d said with a laugh.

Vash leaves the guest room he’d been dressing in, looking back once to look over his regular clothes and sack of supplies left behind. Across the hall is the room you’ve been given.

Vash tries one more time to tie the cloth around his neck in a respectable manner. The bow flops to one side, then slowly unties itself. He lets out a sigh. Well, nothing to do about it. He knocks on your door and opens it when a “Come in!” is called out.

He ducks his head a bit and asks, “Mayfly, are you ready -?”

He stops and stares.

You’re in the middle of doing up your hair, standing in front of the full-length mirror. You look at him through the reflection, brows raising. “What?”

“Wow,” he walks in, closing the door behind him. “You look…” He stops again, eyes running up and down your form.

Your dress is simple. A white shirt with ruffles and a dark forest green skirt that stops above your ankles. You have your regular boots on underneath, all scuffed and worn, but recently cleaned if the dirt smudges are anything to go by. The lady of the house has apparently given you some jewelry for your outfit as well – two balls of dark green stone hang from your ears, and a simple gold-and-green comb rests in your updo. A couple of gold rings sit on your fingers.

You turn, hands coming together to fidget nervously. “It’s the only dress his wife had to spare,” you explain. You’re not sure what for. Maybe to say why it looked so…old fashioned.

But Vash, cheeks pink and smiling, holds out a hand and waits for you to place yours in it. Then, he pulls, slowly turning you in a circle. The green skirt brushes against his pants. He whistles low when you complete your circuit. “You look beautiful,” he says. “More than beautiful.” He never gets to see you like this; usually you’re just as dirty as he is, traveling all day out in the deserts.

A bashful smile creeps onto your lips. “Mrs. Roche said the color would look good on me.”

“It does,” he says, pulling you close. He looks at your hair. “This took a while, huh?” He brushes a few strands out of your face and behind your ear.

You groan, “You have no idea. I hate doing my hair.”

He laughs because he knows. “Well, I like it. You look like a lady.”

“I always look like a lady,” you grump, but purse your lips when he leans down for a kiss.

“My lady,” he murmurs. His nose nudges yours, and you let out a soft laugh.

“My sweet man,” you say, stepping back to take him in. Your lips purse again, and a small snort escapes. “Well. That could fit better, couldn’t it?” Realizing what you said, your eyes widen and you stutter, “Y-You still look good! Handsome!”

“I look like a kid playing dress-up,” he laughs. “Can you help me with the tie? I can’t get it.”

You do so happily, pulling it together with the hands of somewhat-practiced ease. “Comes with tying parcels together,” you explain. The bow sits at his neck well now. You brush it with a hand, then brush off his shoulders. “It goes well with your eyes.” You reach up and smooth out a bit of his hair. It’s still wild, though. Untamed. Just like him.

And just like him, he ducks low to catch your lips again. He can’t ever get enough. Your lips are sweet and soft with the balm Mrs. Roche provided. Gently, you pull at his tie to bring him closer. He hums. He likes that. He really likes this.

“Mr. Stampede! Miss ______? Dinner is served!”

You separate at the sound of Mr. Roche out in the hallway. Quickly, you go to the door and open it. “We’ll be down!” you call back, and hear the sound of your host’s footsteps track back down the stairs. You turn back and smile at Vash. “Are you ready?”

He pulls at his sleeves, knowing it won’t do any good. “Yes,” he holds out the crook of his arm in silent question.

You smile and hook your arm through his. Together, with the neat and rare appearance of a regular couple, you walk down the hall and head to dinner.

[ts3casconversioncatalog]

Update 2024/07/03

Cleaned up the edits in the Baby Body with Legs post: added more content + backup links for some of it + unisex Quilted Onesie & Long-sleeved Onesie.

Conversions:

TF: Dainty Dress and Jacket, Sporty Skirt, Summer Date Night Dress, Wonderfully Woven.

EF: Boyfriend's Blazer, Cordial Chiffon, Flapper Dress, Sashay.

TAEF: Athletic Dress, Evening Gown with Bow, Mosaic Bra, V-Beads No Limit Top.

TAEM: Trendy Denim Jacket.

TAEF MtF: A Fella's Trenchcoat, Linen Leafs Shirt, Tuxedo.

Other:

CF: - separated top: Little Bows Dress; - texture edit: Flutterby; - texture and mesh edit: The Little Princess; - mashup: Dauntless Lady & Princess Dress Costume.

AM: - different undershirts: Casually Layered Wool Coat; - texture edit: Crisp Coat and Gloves, Smoking Jacket.

AF: - top-only: Poet’s Muse Dress; - tucked: Eleanor, Principessa; - texture edit: Audrey Hepfire, Faux Fox Cuff Outfit, First Lady Suit, Garden District Dress, Traditional Summer Sari, V-Neck Top.

made unisex: Above-Knee Cotton Stockings, Ankle Socks, Full-Length Cotton Stockings, Full-Length Silk Stockings, Knee-High Cotton Socks, Thigh-High Silk Stockings.

[apple-salad]

Old gobelin curtains maid, or old gobelin curtains lady?

This JSK is from 2002, and despite JetJ's penchant for very long lengths at the time, I was somehow still not expecting it to be so long! I had a bit of trouble trying to get the lower skirt volume I wanted, actually; because the heavy fabric demands support throughout, and I don't own any true poofy petticoats that are ankle length.

JSK (Cathedrale de Arabesque), OP (Reine d’Elfe, worn under the JSK as a sort of blouse): Juliette et Justine Collar: Abilletage Apron (it’s a full apron folded in half): Victorian Maiden Shoes: Fluevog socks offbrand, choker handmade

[schmergo]

One of the most specific kinds of targeted videos the algorithm has decided to show me is the 'wearing vs. styling' videos, presumably because I, like many people I know, wear clothes. These videos are so unpredictable because they diverge into two WILDLY different paths and you never know what it's going to be until you watch them, until you get to the point where you're not really sure what 'styling' means.

Type 1: "Wearing denim on denim vs. styling it!" The video on the left shows a lady wearing an oversized denim button up and jeans. The video on the right shows her tucking half of the top in, adding gold earrings, shoes, and a purse. So, basically just 'getting dressed the rest of the way.' The kind of revolutionary fashion expertise that we simply could not grasp without an instructional video.

Type 2: "Wearing denim on denim vs. styling it!" The video on the left shows a lady wearing an oversized button up and jeans. The video on the right shows her doing some weird trick where she wears the shirt upside down and only buttons two of the buttons, then layers a denim skirt with a feather boa attached to the hem over the jeans, then she layers a mesh tank top over the upside-down shirt. Then she puts on a floor length trench coat, 8 necklaces, one of those skinny scarves, a single elbow-length glove, rolls up the hems of her jeans, adds big scrunchy ankle socks and platform Mary-Jane shoes, then puts on a baseball hat, giant sunglasses, one of those 'belt bags' (aka fanny pack worn across your chest) and a reusable tote from Trader Joe's worn as a cross-body bag facing the other way.

And after seeing these two wildly divergent takes on what counts as 'styling,' I truly cannot tell you what styling means. Nor can I tell you who they are for. Is there a subset of the population that's never heard of accessories or layering to whom this is entirely new? Are these videos perhaps for babies, like an applied version of 'shapes and colors' videos? Is the rebranding of 'accessorizing' as 'styling' meant to make getting dressed look like something only experts should attempt? Am I styling my clothes? Or am I just wearing them? Am I human? Or am I dancer?

[st0p-the-dams]

Wow it's been 13 years since this insane piece of my trauma lore lol. I tried to play off this incident so hard when I talked to other people (as can be seen in this post) but it really affected me.

Basically I was in 8th grade and got called into the hall by an office lady. Wasn't too unusual cause at the time they frequently checked skirt length. Instead of checking that she took me to the assistant principal who was a very unpleasant woman. She explained that my middle aged male teacher had paged them because my thigh high socks "gave the illusion" of my skirt being shorter and my thighs "were distracting". Apparently so distracting he couldn't focus on teaching 🙃 Honestly if she stopped talking then it wouldn't have been that bad but she decided to tell me about how men "can't control themselves" and it's up to me to present myself properly. Mind you I'm wearing a t-shirt, a knee length skirt, and thigh highs so I'm just about as covered up as can be and not at all breaking dress code. She then said she was going to make me change into my GYM CLOTHES which were fucking short shorts and ankle socks (essentially way more revealing). Thankfully she let me call my mom who stood up for me so they only made me change socks and let me keep my skirt. I got sent back to class but had to lock myself in the bathroom for 10 or so minutes to sob because it was the first time I'd processed being sexualized by an adult I was supposed to trust. Basically disassociated the rest of the day and threw my knee high socks out as soon as I got home.

Once I knew this teacher was a creep I started paying a lot more attention to his behavior. He'd write really high up on the board and call up only girls to write answers so they'd have to reach up. He also coached girls volleyball. Worst part is he had daughters around my age.

This is basically the exact situation that made me self aware of my body and how men viewed it and gave me a major phobia of men and trigger of male teachers that I didn't get over until my early 20s 😬 Thankfully I consider myself over it now. Hadn't even thought about it for ages until I got this Facebook memory today.

[littlepatchofhell]

I just had a thought about sensuality and propriety through history.

So, I highly doubt men were seriously out lusting for ankles in the Victorian era the same way I doubt they developed knee fetishes when the hemline rose in the 20s.

I really don't think its the body part that anyone found arousing, its the edge of propriety.

If you look at stockings from back in they day, they had decoration called 'clocking' which went up the ankle. Its an accent that shows you which way around your socks are supposed to go, but I can imagine women using them to flirt. Lifting her skirt just a bit to show that she knows where the boundary of propriety is and she's willing to push it a little. She's not showing off a body part that was considered obscene, she's making a visual innuendo. She's showing off an undergarment. Maybe, if you play it right, she might show more if you stick around.

In the 20s, it was in fashion for girls to rouge or even paint their knees before going out dancing so when their skirts flew up, people watching got a little flash of... something. Not anything obscene, just a little implication. If you see the roses she painted on her knees, you know that she wanted you to see under her skirt. Or, if her knees are red, she's giving you the idea that she spends a lot of time on them.

Its like a tramp stamp. Men in the 90s werent lusting over lumbar, they were commenting on what women were intentionally implying by getting a butterfly tattooed where their waistband should go.

Isnt it strange the lengths we've taken the possibility of women's agency out of the equation when we talk about these things?

There are jokes about men of the past getting horny for table legs. Isnt it a lot simpler to imagine they were excited by the idea of a proper and eligible lady knowingly lifting her skirt for them? That a woman might want men to know she's willing to be a little less than proper?

[sheltiemomma]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Excellent Collection of Socks.

[socksstylesecrets]

The Popularity of Ankle Socks Explored

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[amityhosiery]

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One of the key factors to consider when shopping for men's sports socks in New York is the material. High-performance socks are often crafted from moisture-wicking fabrics such as merino wool, nylon, or polyester blends. These materials help to keep your feet dry and comfortable during intense physical activity, reducing the risk of blisters and discomfort.

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When shopping for sports socks in New York, it's also worth considering the aesthetic appeal. Many brands offer a wide range of colors, patterns, and designs to suit individual style preferences, allowing athletes to express their personality while prioritizing performance.

In conclusion, the market for men's sports socks in New York is diverse and dynamic, offering a wide array of options to accommodate the specific needs and preferences of athletes and fitness enthusiasts. Whether you prioritize moisture-wicking properties, cushioning, specialized features, or aesthetic appeal, there are sports socks available to cater to your unique requirements. Finding the right pair of sports socks can significantly enhance your athletic performance and overall comfort, making them a valuable investment for any active individual in the bustling metropolis of New York.

[bukkum]

Women's t-shirts: Gym outfit ideas to spice up your workout sessions

While going to the gym, women are more worried about what to wear to the gym the next day, rather than which exercise to do. Whether they have to go to the gym or somewhere else It's a natural thinking process for every woman. ladies, it's cool and acceptable to think about being bold and beautiful to never miss a chance to flaunt your styling sense. Women’s T-shirts and tights are very basic yet essential pieces of clothing for the gym.

When anyone wears gym outfits during their workout sessions they feel more motivated and confident towards their workout. There is something magical about a gym-ready look, it makes you feel inspired when you spend time at the gym or in any workout classes. Let's get into some voguish ideas to cheer up your workout in the gym.

Enhance your gym outfit with women's t-shirts:

Nowadays, women's t-shirts have metamorphosed into stylish apparel that meets functionality, performance, and fashion. At Bukkam Brand we prioritize both aesthetics and functionality while designing our products. We believe we are a part of revolutionizing the way women approach their workout wardrobe.

1. How to pair up your V-neck sports t-shirt?

V Neck Sports T-Shirt for Women is a casual and comfortable outfit that gives a different look for your workout. You can try our Black full-sleeved gym t-shirt with your favorite black 3/4 long tights, go with simple ankle socks pair it with red sports shoes, and complete your all-black smart look.

Enjoy your back-day workout session with this look. This T-shirt will be enough to cover your lower back while Back Workout Exercises have the possibility of lifting the T-shirt and making the waistline visible such as deadlifting, lat pulldown, etc.

2. Benefits of wearing a Round neck full-sleeved t-shirt?

Round neck with full-sleeved t-shirts for women are more comfortable when they have to finish their chest workouts without getting uncomfortable in the gym. Why? Because there are some chest exercises such as decline bench press, women prefer to wear long-sleeved T-shirts instead of short sleeves. There is a term for body form during a chest workout that should be followed in all chest exercises, exercises are performed with the chest pulled outwards as this is the correct form. In such a situation, due to the deep V-neck, girls like to wear round necks so that they can complete their chest workout comfortably.

Try our Maroon Melange Full Sleeve T-Shirt and pair it up with Dark maroon ankle-length tights, a smartwatch, and black sports shoes. Now you are all set to complete your workout comfortably at the gym.

3. Pairing ideas of Printed round neck T-shirts:

Printed T-shirts are the most lovable and preferable t-shirt choices for women in the gym. There are many ways to style a printed t-shirt for the gym. You can make a great pair by pairing our Chest Printed Sports T-Shirt for Women with Dark Stone Gray Full Length Tights. You can wear this pair for any workout. However, this would be an ideal choice for a leg workout, you can tie a black or gray jacket around your waist and complete your workout without any discomfort while doing exercises like squats, and leg presses. Pairing it with a high ponytail would be the best option.

4. What color tights will go with a black t-shirt?

A black T-shirt is a very common outfit, whether it is for the gym or casual wear. Everyone has at least one black T-shirt in their wardrobe. You should not wear a regular black t-shirt for women in the gym, because women's t-shirts for the gym use special fabrics that are suitable for workouts in the gym.

 You can style our half-sleeved black t-shirt for women. You can pair these in unique style with light brown, maroon, pink, navy blue, bottle green colored tights. Sometimes wear an oversized white shirt over a black T-shirt to make you look cool.

Conclusion:

Choosing the right clothes when going to the gym is as important as working out to stay healthy. Due to their preference for fashionable terms, most women wear regular apparel to the gym, but what if you get fashion style and comfort at the same time in your activewear? So will you start wearing activewear to the gym? Absolutely yes! At Bukkam we make all our products from special fabric that is breathable for your skin and beneficial for your muscles. It also caters to the fashionable outlook so that you can create your trend instead of always going with the trend.

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[2022nursejessie]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Gold Coast Ladies Crew Marled Thermal Socks Size 9-11 Shoe Size 4-10.5 - 3 Pack.

[staywillalwaysstay]

Imperfections make Us Perfect

Disclaimer: This fic has nothing to do with the character of the Idol or any person mentioned. It is purely fictional and meant for entertainment purposes only. Based on the incident of my relative.

Genre: Lee Felix x chubby!reader, summer au, mention of dehydration and fainting, insecure reader, lovely bf felix

Summary: The stereotypical view of the society made you insecure about your weight. Being chubby and curvy doesn't mean being ugly, which you were unable to understand. Thus, your boyfriend, Felix, takes this responsibility and teaches you to love yourself and prioritize yourself.

If I've done any mistake, left out something, your opinions about the story, please comment in the comment section and if you have some suggestions, you can tell me via ask always and I'll try to respond each one of it.

Dehydration is a harmful reduction in the amount of water in the body. Please, drink lots of water and avoid being in the heat for too long.

The symptoms of dehydration are:

feeling thirsty.

dark yellow and strong-smelling pee.

feeling dizzy or lightheaded.

feeling tired.

a dry mouth, lips and eyes.

peeing little, and fewer than 4 times a day

It was mid-summer and the scorching heat seemed to absorb all your energy, and you and your boyfriend were dumb enough to take a walk to the pool instead of using your car, petrol prices you know. You were sweating profusely, practically bathed in your own sweat, looking like a hot mess. On the other hand, your boyfriend, Felix, whose homeland was a tropical country didn't mind it as much. He was definitely worried seeing you on the verge of dehydration. Finally being done with your stubborn ass he said, "Babe, you know that we're not far from our house right..", You nodded affirmatively. "How about we go home and get you in some shorts and a cotton shirt? Moreover, we have our couple outfits right, how about we try them, hmm...". You could never deny Felix's requests, what come may, but today you did. "Bokkie~! I think I like my outfit, and once we reach home, I wouldn't like to go out again, try to understand babe!!" "But...*sighs*, at least drink some water, at the rate you're sweating at, you'll get dehydrated soon." "Oh, let me check it. Shit! I guess I forgot to carry a bottle of water along with me. Sorry!", you rambled while finding for a bottle in your bag, sadly finding none. "Why are you so careless,*sighs* let me get you a bottle of water from the store nearby, wait under the tree."

You were already wearing a full sleeve t-shirt under your half sleeve blouse, and a ankle length wide pants, to hide your body. Your clothing made it harder to survive under the beaming sun. Each passing minute your vision begun to blur and your eyes getting shut, your ears almost shutting the sound of the surroundings, your legs failing to support you, thus, your system had begun to shut down, your voice didn't leave your throat. The contents of the bag spilt around the place, the sunglasses lay broken near you, the world turned dark and silent, your body lay flat across the footpath. Maybe, you should've worn airy clothes.

There was a lady, in the store who kept bargaining with the owner for a discount, wasting his time and increasing his stress. In the end, Felix had to beg her to move away from the billing counter due to an emergency. As soon as he started to approach you, he witnessed a large crowd standing on the same place as you where you were waiting. He tried to shovel the public behind to witness the scene, just to find his better half laying unconscious on the footpath. "Call the ambulance, somebody, PLEASE call the ambulance. Baby,*pats your cheeks*, shit!" At that moment a doctor comes to the rescue fighting through the crowd. "wait for a minute sir!", the doctor said, kneeling down, "can we take her in the shop, she'll feel a bit cooler." He removed your socks, your scarf, loosened your belt and collar, and splashed some water on your face, while laying you on your back. "Let her take her time to wakeup, this'll reduce further chances of fainting. Once she wakes up, make sure she gets hydrated. Don't worry young man, this is common in summers." "Thank you...thank you so much sir!! I'll make sur to follow your instructions. I lost my senses due to panic and fear. How should I repay you for your kindness?!" Felix rambled through his emotions. "My pleasure young man. But next time if anybody faints position the person on their back. If there are no injuries and the person is breathing, raise the person's legs above heart level — about 12 inches (30 centimeters) — if possible. Loosen belts, collars or other constrictive clothing. To reduce the chance of fainting again, don't get the person up too quickly, alright. You don't need to pay me back, it's my duty as a doctor. Take care, bye!"

The world seemed blurry, you felt cool, and you found your self in an unknown place once you woke up. You also realized that you were laying on Felix's lap all this while. Worried you said, "Shit! Jagi are your legs paining. I'm sorry I didn't know.....wait a minute. Why am I here? What happened? Babe..." Your boyfriend on the other hand looked at you sadly, he cupped your face, ran his hand through your hair, and exclaimed, "You fainted due to dehydration, and this was the nearest store where I could bring you to cool you down. And, no my legs aren't tired of you sleeping on them, it's just I'm tired of you berating yourself. Now, let's go home, you need some rest." "But...what about our pool picnic. I'm sorry I rui-" That's all it took for Felix to place a kiss on your lips. "Now gorgeous, do you want to go home or-....", he whispered. "Lets go home!!" you said, as your cheeks turned red. As soon as you woke up, he took your hands in his and started walking out of the shop, thanking the owner, to which she replied, "Ah gwaenchanh-ayo! Take care of yourselves in the future. You look so good together." "Thank you!" you two said to the owner together and left for home. Mostly, Felix carrying you home, despite your denial.

The heat still as bad as before had now exhausted you're boyfriend, panting, and sweating. Yet he went to bring a glass of water for both of you. Seeing this, your tears started to flow down your cheeks. Your insecurities, the thoughts of him leaving you, him being tired of handling the insecurities of a chubby girlfriend, started occupying your mind. By the time you could say somethin, Felix arrived there with a glass of water. Your tears worrying him, leading him to think he had done a mistake. "Babe! What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? I just carried you here as I didn't want you to get unconscious on the way. I'm sorry, babe, please don't cry. I promise to make up to you." he kept on rambling apologies while hugging you, waiting until you stop crying. "Felix, what did I do to deserve you?" to which Felix frowned, "Huh!?""You're such a caring and loving boyfriend, you're so loyal, you never commented on my wait, you make me feel beautiful, and the list goes on. I...I-I ruined your public image, my weight kept on bothering my thoughts making me jealous of every single girl I see you with. You have to handle the burden of a larger gf, my insecurities, and etc. etc. etc. And-" Felix was teary himself. He kissed your tears away, kissed your temples, your forehead and every inch of your face, kissing you deeply on the lips. He went down on his knees so that he could see your face. "look at me babe! Do you think I'm perfect? No, right. All of us have certain strengths and weaknesses. I have them too. It's true your not prefect, but it is also true that you have strong points as well. Our imperfections make us perfect for each other. We accepted each other, because we love all of our qualities and imperfections. We love each other, and that's what is important." he made you stand up and tagged you along to the mirror of your bedroom, and back-hugged you. "See! Look at your eyes, look at the love in your eyes, look at your smile, then look at me. Look at the smile you bring to my face, the joy of having you as my partner, look in my eyes. Now look at the mirror, don't we look perfect for each other?!" "We do babe! I feel elegant in your touch. I love you!" He turned you to face him and kissed you deeply, making you feel his love, making you smile against his lips. He's right you fit in each other arms perfectly, you're lips fit together like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. You belong to him, and he belongs to you. "Now, I need to talk to you after we freshen up. Shower?" "Yessie~" you chuckled, making you look adorable, lighting Felix's eyes.

After a loooonnngggg~~~~ shower makeout session, Felix was ready to preach. " You know that the temperature outside is almost 40* then why did you wear such long clothes? You were dressed like it was winters going on. Next, do not forget to take a water bottle while going out, why don't you understand even after telling this a 100 times before? Lastly, stop being a miser, we both earn enough to fulfill the petrol prices for our cars, instead of walking in the heat. And, please drink water, you always forget to drink water and eat your food properly, else you'll get weak, understood?!" "Ne sonnim~~". "Let me find out your summer clothes in your wardrobe." "Babe-" *2 hours later* "You don't have a single summer clothing?!*sighs* We're going to shop you some better clothes in the evening, DON'T make faces!" "Yeoboo~~! There's no sale going on-" "I'll find one, that's it." "But they wouldn't flatter my body-" "Woman if you don't love your body, let me adore it atleast." Felix's gaze alone made you feel flattered, and how could you deny his request, he was your love afterall. You two ended up buying a lot of clothes, with you two bargaining to pay. Hence, you had to split the bill between you two.

[aziraphales-library]

For the anon looking for bookverse content, I have to recommend a few absolutely wonderful Book Omens works by riwriting! Some of the best fanfic I've ever encountered, and definitely some of the best bookverse content specifically. I recommend Here At The End Of All Things; The Lines Drawn Between Us; and The Problem With Normal. (The other fics by riwriting are all excellent as well, but do also incorporate show canon.)

One more book!omens rec: Come Live in the Country (With Me, My Darling) by KannaOphelia!

Thanks for the recs!

Here At The End Of All Things by riwriting (T)

“What if,” Aziraphale said, “We were always meant to have choices? We just...didn't imagine we could. What if Heaven and Hell are just, are just choices? You're the one who's always saying that it's just names for sides. What are the sides even about anyway?”

Crowley's muffled voice came from the pillow. “I feel like I'm the one who's supposed to ask that stuff.”

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Aziraphale and Crowley, after leaving Tadfield and before meeting at St. James Park at 11:30 on Sunday, work through what it means for the world not to have ended and what might come next.

The Lines Drawn Between Us by riwriting (T)

Crowley has always acted as if demonic summonings are not a big deal. Aziraphale discovers the truth.

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A trio of humans stood in front of a Circle, brightly lit. Inside the Circle, hanging suspended in the air, was a human form. The figure appeared to be a thin male. His long limbs twitched as if he could not control them, and he made a soft, choking noise. Not a human, Aziraphale determined. A human would be dead the moment they stepped into the Circle. And not an angel. An angel would be on his way to Heaven. Which left...demon. Aziraphale studied the wretched creature as his body spasmed again. The movement caused his dark, chin length hair to further cloak his face. It was clear from the noises that came from the demon that he was in pain. With what looked to be considerable effort, the demon took a shuddering breath and pulled his head upright.

It was Crowley.

The Problem With Normal by riwriting (T)

The night before Warlock's birthday party, Crowley calls Aziraphale. Something is wrong. The kid is too normal.

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The thing was – the thing was – the thing was – between him and Aziraphale, they had control over everything dealing with the Antichrist for the last eleven years. Either they or their teams had been around that kid since day one. They should know all the variables. They should be able to identify whatever this wrongness was. Instead, everything was spinning, spinning, spinning...and it felt like the next rotation was the one that would send it all out of control.

Come Live in the Country (With Me, My Darling) by KannaOphelia (T)

Aziraphale's brows were drawn in confusion. They were pale and beautiful. The wrinkles at the corner of his frowning mouth were beautiful. His double chin was beautiful. His bloody prissy hands like some camp Oxford queen were beautiful. Crowley could write a poem to Aziraphale's ankles, thick and stable in their heather marle socks.

"Gosh, I like your body," Crowley said hysterically. "Just as much as the old one. Good love-handles."

"Are you feeling quite well?"

"No. I've gone mad. Come and live in the country with me. You can read all day and I'll tempt the village ladies into short-changing on the White Elephant."

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After their conversation was interrupted by Death, Crowley and Aziraphale's minds were wiped of certain salient events from the last eleven years. But shadows remain. And Crowley is possessed by the conviction that the bookshop is a very dangerous place for the angel to be, and some worrying nightmares about fire.

- Mod D

[han-shinsuke]

h a n d h e r o v e r

f e m a l e r e a d e r 🌹

m i n o r s k e e p o u t

[ tags, smut, nsfw, anal, foursome, themes ]

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Without prior notice, he shows up in front of your dorm, dressed casually. You invite him inside but declined, telling you to come with him somewhere. You argue with him, insisting that you should change to something presentable but Bokuto seems to be in a rush so you have given up when he uses his puppy eyes. Inside his car, you keep checking your looks and it disappoints you. Unlike him, you look so ordinary. Well, you are someone insignificant. What’s the difference anyway?

“I’m gonna 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 you later, Y/N,” huh? you shot him a confused look at the use of some endearment.

You laugh awkwardly, “what, Kou?” he is your best friend and your secret crush.

“You look like a kid in your clothes and considering your height, you really look like 𝒐𝒏𝒆.” you pout your lips and he bursts out laughing.

It’s his fault! He didn’t even let you fix yourself! You were running around the University’s oval when he calls. Now, who’s fault it is that he’s being accompanied by a lady in core 5 inch shorts in black and a plain hoodie?

“Shut up, Kou. You’re annoying!”

After driving for almost an hour, Bokuto parks his car in front of Sakusa’s house.

Wait. Sakusa’s house?! You grab onto the belt when Bokuto tries mounting off the safety strap.

“Wait, Kou! Why the fuck are we here?!” you panic. Sakusa, you, and Oikawa are both in an unstable relationship. Not romantically, okay! You are their damn victim! They’re not criminals, well closer to that! Those two are your bullies and they are friends with your best friend, Koutaro Bokuto!

He taps your temple and comforts you that everything will be fine, that you won’t be harmed while he’s around, “it’s Omi’s birthday. He invited us for lunch.”

You nod your head. There’s no point in arguing. You were already there. He has your sweating hand inside his palm when you both entered the house.

“Give me ten seconds, Kou.”

Sakusa’s house rule no. 1; leave your shoes outside but if you are his friends, go straight in.

You remove your sneakers and leave your white socks on. You have been there before and you almost familiarised yourself with his rules. Since he considers you as his enemy rather than his subject of bullying, you are not allowed to sit or touch anything inside his home so you remain standing near the stairs when Bokuto runs to Oikawa in the kitchen.

You give Sakusa a nod as he descends from the top landing. He smells clean and fruity tuitee and you couldn’t help but blush when you notice his stare goes down to your feet.

Your insides trembles from the intensity of his gaze and that makes you feel like running away or hide from his sight.

Your breathing halts when he kneels after removing his fur slippers. His warm hand grab your ankle then slide your left foot in his slipper, then your right foot.

He didn’t speak a word. He just pointed you to the kitchen. His footwear is too big for your small ones but you still manage to walk comfortably.

While helping in the food preparation, Sakusa and Oikawa are constantly bumping their muscular arms against your shoulders. They even teases you that you lack in the free access of healthy foods in the fridge in your own home that’s why you’re thin and small. You 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕, okay?! They’re just huge and very athletic that developing muscles and all is no issue to them. And your case is different. Your height is 5'3", you weight right, meaning your body mass index is normal! Again, they are huge people and they look down on your kind. And these men prefers model-like body figures for women!

You let it all pass. You seem immune to all the teasings and soft pinches that those were no longer affecting you. Sakusa leads the way to his theater room, while you, Bokuto, and Oikawa are in charge of bringing all the foods in there.

There’s a long and wide white couch that looks like a king sized bed in the center and there’s also a big screen mounted on the wall. You settle on the lone chair in the viewing room, sit properly and try avoiding Sakusa’s intense gaze.

What? You did nothing to him!

The three men sits besides each other, Oikawa scrolls on the menu of which genre of movies to watch, Bokuto starts picking up some tarts and chews it. And then, there’s still him, Sakusa! Staring at you!

“Hand her over, Koutaro.” your face turn pale when Sakusa pulls his shirt off his body and leans on the couch.

You couldn’t find the will to speak. You stoned on your seat. Bokuto whistles, inching closer to you. He cups your face and whispers soothing words.

“Wh–what is happening here, Kou?” you sound nervous. Bokuto brings you closer to Sakusa. You grab onto your best friend’s arms. “Koutaro... ” a breathe of panic.

“You are his present to me, Y/N. You’re the desserts.” Sakusa pulls you down on his lap, he breathes closer to your hair. Something is growing in between his thighs. You look so scared. He gets even aroused.

“wanna rub my tongue on his pussy, Koutaro,” Oikawa moves closer, too, licking his lips.

“I’m... I’m not—” Oikawa stops you from talking, taking your chin in his hand. “You’re not what, Y/N?” he asks seductively.

“Kou–Kou... help me.” you hold onto his hand, giving him a scared look.

Sakusa tugs on your long hair before latching on your earlobe, “don’t worry, Y/N. Koutaro will help you. He will help you fuck yourself to sleep.”

And the talking ended there.

Oikawa snatches your face and slams his mouth on your opened ones, rolling out his tongue into you before brushing roughly his lips against your lips. Your both hands twitches, the kiss is electrifying. You try to pull away but he restrains you by gripping lightly your neck. You hear Sakusa laughs. He wraps his arms around your body, locking you in restrictions. Oikawa continues kissing you roughly that you can feel his warm saliva dripping from his mouth down to your chin. You didn’t respond to his kisses. You were in shocked. When he sucks on your lips and tongue, you didn’t recognise the moan that passed your lips.

“Undress her quickly!” still in a rush, Bokuto puts his words into action. He separates you from Oikawa’s mouth. You were panting when he pulls out your hoodie, showing your uncovered titsx in broad daylight. They look perfect and round and flushed. The three men growls, pouncing all at one on you. Bokuto has the right breast, Sakusa’s on the left and Oikawa, he moves between your legs, pushing your shorts to the side to take a good look on your rosy folds.

Oikawa licks the slit back and forth until it gets covered with his saliva. He chuckles when your body twitches. He dips his mouth again, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clitx while scratching your inner thighs. You moan loudly, arching your back again and again. Your moan matches the others’ moans and grunts. Both Sakusa and Bokuto are sucking on your titsx and they’re doing it like they’re milking on you. Swirling sharply their tongues and grazing their teeth on its softness. Damn. You didn’t even say yes to them!

Unknowingly, your mouth also salivates as well as your cunt being treated like a meal by Oikawa’s hot and needy mouth. He’s swirling his tongue and he’s sucking you there so noisily.

“Tooru~” you moan his name when he starts pumping digits into you while his thumb is pressing hard on your clitx. Your legs stretches up and down whenever his fingers goes deeper and harder and at the same time, circling his knuckles hard as well on your cunt. He makes you drip like crazy and it’s evident on your oozing core and salivating mouth. He laughs triumphantly, giving you the best finger fuck and tongue fuck. Your body convulses when you come in waves, the two men abandons your chest to join Oikawa slurping your first and rich orgasm.

They pushes your legs up and there are three long and thick tongues slurping and licking your tight pussy that still waves down thick juices. You find support by grabbing on the edges while you were being worshipped by their mouths. A squeal escapes your lips when you feel someone’s tongue poking your anusx.

When they finished, Oikawa pulls you near the edge and kneels in front of your head hanging by on the ends. He’s the first one to get fully naked before Sakusa and Bokuto.

“Kou~” your eyes waters, not in fear but in excitement and other unnamed feelings.

Sakusa goes below you, putting your small body on top of his own while slowly inserting his fat cockx in your tight pussy. You let out a yelp when his balls bumps on your opening. He’s deep inside you!

“Sakusa hnngggg~ sooo deeeppp haaahhh!” you grip his arm that locks your head beside his by putting it tight around your neck. You struggle to breathe properly so you gasp for air. His other hand goes to your stuffed cunt and slaps your folds harshly until he hears you sob and cry.

“Enough, Omi, she’s sore already.” Bokuto slaps Sakusa’s hand away and replaces it by his own, giving soft touches and light kisses.

“Hmm~ Kou... Kou... ” you cry his name, grabbing his hand toward your mouth. You kiss his fingertips and suck on them later. Earning soft moans and heavy breathes from him.

Bokuto takes his hand from your grasp and gives you slow and sensual kiss on your lips. You feel Sakusa inching his length out but you give no enough attention to it. What matters now is how Bokuto kisses your numb lips. He’s good and it feels good.

Your dear friend ends the kiss but not his finger work on your clitx. He’s rubbing it softly.

“My turn baby doll.” you almost forgot about him. Oikawa kisses you again and what he does next surprised you. He shoves his cockx in your mouth, all the way down to your throat. You gag at how big he is but you can’t do anything to remove it not now that he starts moving in and out.

Your moans gets dissolved by Oikawa’s rough fucking inside your mouth. He moans louder than you and his friends and you feel like doing the same so you cooperate with him, sucking him in while he fucks his length harder to your throat.

Down to the remaining men, Sakusa has been hammering your tight cunt with his massive cockx and swear! Your eyes widened when Bokuto positions his big cock head to where Sakusa’s fat one is inserted.

You put your free hand on his abdomen when he hovers over you, slowly joining his friend’s dick into party.

No, Koutaro! You’re gonna rip me with your cockx!

But he didn’t stop. He slides his fat member into your stretched core! Stretching it even wider with Sakusa’s!

Oikawa moans louder and louder and he even dirty talks while spurting his thick loads in your mouth. You gag on it and you do nothing but swallow it all.

When it’s your turn to moan and scream, you give all your best in doing it because fuck, it’s hurt having two fat and long shafts inside your cunt. So you moan and cry and then repeat while ramming themselves into you. Your body shakes and your lips quivers and they huffs and pants and slams their hips until you bleed thick and rich heat again, covering their cocks with your juice and their sperms.

Bokuto and Sakusa only pulls out when they empty all of their loads inside you.

It’s not over, Oikawa pulls you and folds you in mating press, inserting his hard cockx into your leaking hole, pumping faster while kissing your roughly again. He does it again. The rough and deep pumping. The rough kisses that leaves your lips swollen and numb.

“Tooruuu aahhnnggg~ hmmppp~” you shake your head, he’s using you so rough. You can feel the weight of every thrust and you wish for it to be over.

Again, it’s not over even after he cum inside you. He flips you on your stomach, pushing his cockx back inside you. He pounds you harder from behind, groping your chest before slapping your ass as he keeps pounding. You cry. And cry. And cry.

Three times. Oikawa cums inside you three times before handing you back to Sakusa who chooses to fuck you ass up, too.

“Not today, Omi. Her parents would notice. She comes home every weekends.” Bokuto advises his friend when Sakusa put his tip on your anusx.

Sakusa spits on his length and on your anusx, “okay, I won’t anal fuck her hmm~” he says but does it anyway.

He shoves right there! Sliding his full length inside your ass. You let out a loud cry and sob hard. Sakusa laughs. Oikawa, too. Bokuto attends to you and takes your both hands, drawing circles at the back of your hand he’s gripping tightly.

“Kou... Kou... it hurts, please, Kou... ” you cry while holding hands with your best friend.

Sakusa starts grinding his hips against your and that makes you feel the very pain of being analed. Bokuto didn’t leave you. He keeps holding your hand while Sakusa pounds you senselessly, almost adhering you deep against the softness of the couch.

“Ssshhh, baby~ you can take him~ you’ll feel good.” you focus on his words while endurimg Sakusa’s rough thrusts.

“Kou—” you were cut mid sentence. Sakusa pulls you away from Bokuto, flipping you on your back again to face him.

You can feel his loads dripping from your assholex but he’s not done yet. He separates your legs and dips between your thighs, pushing his shaft back.

You wince in pain when he slaps your swollen folds. You tell him it hurts with tears in your eyes but he just smiled. Slapping for the last time before rocking you again and this time, claiming your lips. He kisses expertly and you find yourself returning his kiss even though your lips hurts.

“Omi... ” you cry his name softly and that stuns him for seconds, watching your face contorts in beautiful pleasure. He sees something different in you in that state so he rocks you deep but slow this time, kissing your chin down to your neck and moments later, he’s shooting his loads inside you while still kissing you slowly.

Once again, that moment isn’t over yet, Bokuto takes you inside his arms and brings you in the backyard where there is a inflatable pool set up near the wooden fence.

The sun is up and so is his cockx.

He puts your nakedness in the cold water and slow fuck you there but bruising your whole body with his deep bites and tight grips. He pushes the hair strands that covers your face while ramming himself into you. He looks at you softly and he notices your puffy eyes from all the crying.

“You good, baby?” his voice is gentle so you smile, nodding your head until it slowly falls down backwards. You feel drained and you can’t keep with his deep rumblings while moving up and down on his lap.

He catches your head on time, eyes fluttering from being overworked.

“Kou, I like you. I lied when I say it’s Omi.” you confess before closing your eyes.

Bokuto does your job, he moves your ass up and down his length even though you fell asleep on him. As he shoots his loads inside, he says this, “but Omi found you first, Y/N. He’s afraid to tell you his feelings so he finds another way to get close to you. By bullying you, he gets closer and closer. I just jumped in the scene and befriended you. I like you, too, Y/N. But he likes you first. So, you are his.”

But, you didn’t hear it. You were too tired to fight against the need to sleep.

Two hours later...

You were in the backseat, straddling on Sakusa’s laps, his cockx installed inside your creaming cunt while holding you tight as he kisses your lips torridly.

On your way home,

Bokuto drives the car.

While Sakusa is fucking you mercilessly in the backseat.

With all the bruises and marks of ownership, there’s no doubt you are his.

You are Kiyoomi Sakusa’s property.