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[flats-fan]

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[marryrd]

Toe Ring Flat Sandal-1110256

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[susoriginals]

Vintage Black T Strap Sandals Strappy Open Toe by Van Eli Women's Size 8 Only $8

[jius-sims]

Children's shoes collection 04

[Jius] Ankle Boots 01 ( Toddler&Child )

25 swatches

3k+ Polygons

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[Jius] Mary Jane Flats 01 ( Toddler&Child )

30 swatches

7k+ Polygons

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[Jius] Touch-Strap Sandals 01 ( Toddler&Child )

25 swatches

9k+ Polygons

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[Jius] Low Top Sneakers 11 ( Toddler&Child )

25 swatches

5k+ Polygons

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[Jius] Platform Sandals 14 ( Toddler&Child )

28 swatches

7k+ Polygons

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[Jius] House Slippers 06 ( Toddler&Child )

1 swatches

2k+ Polygons

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❤️Public release on 30 November, 2023 ❤️

[ilyhaitanii]

fall right into me ft. sylus (l&ds)

nsfw. face sitting, riding sylus’s nose bcos what kind of ilyhaitanii fic would it be if a man didnt eat pussy, nipple play, sylus is down bad, oral (f!receiving // if that wasn’t obvious) a/n: sylus on the brain…… hes so sexy and his voice ?!:!:$:& need him to do unspeakable things to me.

“there’s something wrong with you, you know that?” you giggle as sylus sits you down by the edge of his bed. he kneels before you, gentle hands moving your ankle closer towards him. in one hand he has these black colored kitten heels with bold, red rubies adorning the front of them. there’s a leather strap that will wrap all the way up your calf, ending just before where your knees would be. sylus turns them towards you as you adjust your foot on his knee.

“do you like them? i had them custom made for you,” he says smoothly as he unties the leather ribbon, allowing you to side your foot into the heel. there’s a velvet lining around the inside that doesn’t cause any discomfort as normal heels would, and the plush cushioning adds to the expensive experience.

“they’re gorgeous,” you smile down at him, cupping his cheek into your hand. instinctively, sylus looks up at you whilst leaning into your palm. “why do all of this just for a silly party, hm?” you tease him when you notice his eyes lingering around your red lipstick. he gulps,

“is it a crime to want to show you off?” he leans closer as his fingers tie the strap behind your calf into a bow. “do you dislike my gestures, honey?” there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes that makes your cheeks flush brightly.

“don’t call me that.” you mumble as sylus begins to slide your other foot into the shoes. his eyes stay focused on yours,

“i asked you a question, darling.” sylus chuckles as he stands up. his tall figure towers over you, your neck aching as you look up at him. you shake your head with a soft smile. he leans down, noses brushing against each other. “you look so beautiful, my love.”

the compliment is barely heard under his breath when he leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips. the kiss is deep, intimate. it turns borderline needy when you part your mouth for him. sylus takes the hint and immediately switches your positions. he has you seated on his lap, your feet dangling off the bed.

he’s careful not to mess up your hair when he cups your nape to keep you close. his left hand however isn’t as gracious. it slides up your thigh, groping the bare skin underneath the slit of your dress.

he swallows your moans, keeping them greedily to himself. your clothed cunt rubs against the rough material of his pants and it practically has you melting into him. your red lipstick is smudged, and remains of it are left on sylus’s face. as you part from your greedy lover, his left hand is already making quick work of your panties. he slides them down your hips before he lays flat on the bed. you know exactly what he’s insinuating.

“we’re gonna be late, sy. come on!” you whine, tugging on his wine colored shirt. he gently hushes you, peppering kisses to your face.

“just one taste, my love.” he manages to pull you up to his chest before you begin to resist.

“you’re gonna mess up my makeup and hair. a-and my dress!” you try to tumble out excuses, but sylus is having none of it.

“your hair won’t get messed up and you can reapply your lipstick in the car.” with a final tug, sylus has you hovering over his mouth. his tip of nose gingerly rubs against your clit, making you shiver.

“sylus…” you whine, the leather of your heels digging into the backs of your calfs. sylus’s hand slides under the strap and rubs the irritated skin before placing his hands on your hips.

“pretty girl,” he presses multiple kisses to the apex of your thighs, biting and sucking the soft skin. you twitch in his hold, hips stuttering over his face. “stay still, darling. the less you squirm, the faster we’ll be done here.”

and you try your best— you really do! sitting still, attempting to be a good girl for him is tough. with his nose bumping against your clit every few seconds has your toes curling deliciously. your fingers tug at his snow, white strands as your hips buck against him.

sylus lays below you, groping your ass from under your dress. he manages to savor the taste of you on his tongue, not letting a single drop go to waste. a hand crawls up your torso and pinches your nipple from over your dress and that sends you reeling. a tight knot forms inside your stomach— a warning.

“sylus, no. its too much!” you try to move away from him, but he’s as greedy as a dog— this is his to taste and savor. like a dog with a bone, he doesn’t budge. your hand goes over his on your chest, pinching and squeezing with him.

as your hips rock back and forth, your head tilts backwards. there’s so much happening to you right now you can’t focus. starting from the way sylus’s nose is pleasuring your clit, to his tongue curling deep inside you. not to mention his blunt fingers twirling your nipple in a painfully pleasant way. all of this, including the pain from his fingernails digging into your hips drives you so close to the edge.

sylus’s cock is throbbing at your noises, even if your thighs are muffling most of them. feeling your cunt clench around his tongue almost has him cumming in his pants. he can’t helo it, you’re far too insatiable. he questions what forsaken god even allowed you to be this stunning, to effect him so heavily.

you invade his mind, his body, his senses. he can’t get enough of you. even if he’s buried deep inside you, chest to chest— there truly will never be enough of you to satiate his desires. he constantly needs you near him.

your fingers harshly tug on his hair causing sylus to groan between your legs and that just does it for you. his noises, his breathy voice has you keeling— cumming all on his tongue and face. your thighs tense, your entire body feeling as though it’s going to collapse, but it never truly does. sylus is always there to catch you.

he doesn’t let a single drop go to waste, moaning and groaning at your taste.

“my sweet girl,” sylus coos when he gathers you in his lap, peppering kissing into your temples. you taste yourself on his lips when he slots his mouth into yours. you manage to glance at the clock sitting on the beside table— 22:30. you’re so late for the party.

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[shoesparadise]

Summer Women Gladiator Flat Sandals Sexy Ankle Cross Strap Plus Size 43 Flats Shoes Woman Rome Casual Sandalias Zapatos De Mujer

[nonsensical-pixels]

my first collab with wonderful @applewatersugar! we're both a big fan of @jius-sims's shoes, just... not quite the polycount that they come with. so piper was amazing and manually poly-reduced all 6 shoes from their children's shoes collection 04, while i've converted them to ts2, plus made fullbody outfits for them to go with! 🥰

there are 6 pantless bottoms for children in this download, plus 6 fullbody outfits, for toddlers and kids, to pair with them! i tried to keep them all unique, with tights and stockings as decoration 🥰 where it made sense some of them are unisex, but more details are under the cut. everything is low- to medium-poly. we hope to continue this collaboration, and eventually convert all of jius's shoes to ts2, so stay tuned!!

DOWNLOAD: SFS | MF 🍼

credits go to the incredibly talented @applewatersugar for poly-reducing all of the shoes in this collection, so they're less likely to pink-soup your game; to @jius-sims, who of course created the original ts4 shoes; to @madlensims, ea/maxis, @powluna, and @casteru for the original ts4 meshes & textures of the outfits; and to @paluding, whose sim tattooer was used to convert the socks & tights 💖

CLOSE-UPS & DETAILS

4T2 MADLEN EVERLY OUTFIT + JIUS-SIMS ANKLE BOOTS 01 - outfit is fullbody; shoes have a pantless variation - outfit has 10 swatches; pantless bottom has 12 - outfit has 7487 polys, for pf-cf; pantless bottom has 1958 polys for cf only - outfit's pf is repo'd to cf - both are paired with sp34 leggings sparkle

4T2 SDX005 ROBE SILK + JIUS-SIMS HOUSE SLIPPERS 06 - outfit is fullbody; shoes have a pantless variation - both have just 1 swatch - outfit has 5495 polys, for pu-cu; pantless bottom has 1318 polys for cu only - outfit's pu is repo'd to cu - both are paired with sp49 knitted socks calf

4T2 CASTERU JONA JUMPSUIT + JIUS-SIMS LOWTOP SNEAKERS 01 - outfit is fullbody; shoes have a pantless variation - both have 12 swatches - outfit has 6494 polys, for pu-cu; pantless bottom has 3256 polys for cu only - outfit's pu is repo'd to cu - both are paired with sp42 crew logo socks

4T2 POWLUNA FLOWER GIRLS DRESS + JIUS-SIMS MARY-JANE FLATS 01 - outfit is fullbody; shoes have a pantless variation - both have 10 swatches - outfit has 6587 polys, for pf-cf; pantless bottom has 2926 polys for cf only - outfit's pf is repo'd to cf - both are paired with ep02 calf bows socks

4T2 CASTERU CLIO OVERALLS + JIUS-SIMS TOUCH STRAP SANDALS 01 - please ignore the close-up; it's listing the wrong shoes 🙏🏼 - outfit is fullbody; shoes have a pantless variation - both have 10 swatches - outfit has 7487 polys, for pu-cu; pantless bottom has 4162 polys for cu only - outfit's pu is repo'd to cu

4T2 MADLEN HIMARI OUTFIT + JIUS-SIMS PLATFORM SANDALS 14 - please ignore the close-up; it's listing the wrong shoes 🙏🏼 - outfit is fullbody; shoes have a pantless variation - outfit has 7 swatches; pantless bottom has 12 - outfit has 6324 polys, for pu-cu; pantless bottom has 1978 for cu only - outfit's pu is repo'd to cu

SWATCHES

madlen everly outfit

sdx005 robe silk

casteru jona jumpsuit

powluna flower girls dress

casteru clio overalls

madlen clio overalls

pantless ankle boots 01

pantless house slippers 06

pantless low top sneakers 11

pantless mary-jane flats 01

pantless platform sandals 14

pantless touch strap sandals 14

thank you again to piper for working with me, i hope we can do it again soon! if there are any issues that you find with this set, please don't be afraid to let me know! happy simming, and when you download this, do keep in mind,

Love, ~ Ky & Piper 💝

[cevansbrat0007]

Promises, Promises

Summary: Ari exacts a promise from you as a reward for his patience.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Needy Ari Levinson, Implied Smut, Light Oral Sex (fem rec), Allusions to Public Sex, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Written for my sweet friend, @curls-and-eyeliner. Just a little Ari Levinson goodness. Not sure if it has a place, but for now it's going to fall in line with my Trio Series.

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“C’mon. C’mon.” You murmur as you try and fail yet again to maneuver the thin leather strap of your heel through the small silver buckle. “Almost – you little piece of shit!” While the shoes were wearing tonight paired phenomenally with your dress, you were starting to feel like the effort to fasten them just wasn’t worth it anymore.  

Sometimes you really fucking hated heels.

Huffing out a breath, you allow your body to go limp before collapsing back against the chair in defeat. You’d been at it for the better part of ten minutes. And frankly, at this point, you’d much rather go barefoot than have to fuck with this shoe one more time. 

Ari would just have to understand. Maybe if you asked nicely your man would get onboard with you rocking a pair of sneakers to tonight’s medal ceremony – even if they did manage to clash with your overall look.

“Ready to go, Bird?” Ari calls out from the bathroom. “I don’t want us to be late.”

“Almost!” Comes your frustrated reply, just in time for him to rejoin you in the bedroom. He gives you a thorough onceover, his soulful blue eyes darkening as he scans you from head to toe. Grinning, he runs his fingers through his already tousled chestnut brown locks.

Ari Levinson was virtually hopeless when it came to styling his own hair. The moment he got even a little remotely agitated or flustered he became unable to keep his hands out of it. Lucky for him, he somehow always managed to look positively sinful no matter what. 

And tonight was no exception. 

“Fuck, baby…” He rasps.

“I swear I’m almost ready.” You hurry to reassure him, thinking that he might be annoyed with you. “It’s this damn shoe, though. I can’t seem to fasten the stupid strap and it’s pissing me off.”

“What the hell am I supposed to do with you?” He mumbles, seemingly to himself.

“Well you could either give me another minute or you could help…” You trail off when your beast of a man drops to his knees in front of you before plucking the offending heel from your grasp. It drops to the floor with a soft thud. “...me with this clasp. What–what are you doing?” 

“How am I supposed to take you out now, looking like this?” His already deep voice lowers several more octaves. The comforting weight of his large palms go to rest on the tops of your thighs.

A sinking feeling enters the pit of your stomach. Perhaps you should’ve given your boyfriend a peek at your outfit beforehand instead of waiting until tonight. That way if he didn’t like it you would’ve had time to figure out a backup dress.

“What’s wrong with the way I look, Ari?” 

“Absolutely nothing.” His intoxicating gaze bores into you, making you feel dizzy even as goosebumps raise across your flesh. “You look stunning, sweetheart. Like a vision and a wet dream rolled into one.”

“Oh.” Is all you can seem to manage, his whispered compliment taking you by surprise. 

Although you’re not quite sure why. You could walk around wearing a pair of his boxers and a raincoat and this man would still be ready to bend you over the nearest flat surface and fuck you stupid. 

“And honestly, as excited as I am to have you on my arm this evening, I don’t know if I still want to go.” One hand slowly trails down your leg, the slightly roughened pads of his fingers smoothing their way over your calf to gently grip your ankle. 

“B–but…tonight’s supposed to be a celebration. And you’re the guest of honor.” You rasp, your mouth suddenly dry as Ari presses a tender kiss to the inside of your bare foot. 

“So?” He gifts you with another kiss, this one accompanied by the faint brush of his tongue along the inside of your ankle. “You and this dress have me thinking about all the ways we can celebrate right here. From the comfort of our home.” You feel your pulse begin to quicken. 

“We can’t.” You gently admonish as you try to pull away. But his hold remains steadfast. “Besides, if you stay down there much longer –” you gesture towards his position on his knees – “you’re going to wrinkle your pants, assuming you haven’t already ruined the crease.” Your big beast of a man quirks an amused brow in response.

“I’m serious, Ari Levinson.” You blow out a shaky breath, wishing you sounded more confident. “Now, you help me with this shoe so we can get out of here. At the rate we’re going, we’ll be lucky if we’re only fashionably late.”

“Is that right?” Ari’s eyes light up at your words, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. “That an order, baby?” 

“Uh huh.” Of its own accord, your hand reaches out to caress his freshly trimmed beard. Ari sighs quietly and leans into your touch. “You’d better believe it, Beast.” He growls low in his throat, the animalistic sound making your nipples pebble through the material of your bra.    

“Well then I guess I better do as my lady says.” A hint of mischief creeps into his tone, coupled with a smile. “Wouldn’t want to upset my gorgeous girl now would I? But before I do that, I’m also thinking I’m gonna need you to make me a promise. Can you do that for me?” 

Ari loosens his hold on your ankle only to drape your leg over one of his broad shoulders. And then his hands move to the hem of your dress, slowly rucking it up your thighs to stop just below your hips – revealing the lacy scrap of black fabric hidden beneath.

“Y-yes.” 

“In return for being such a good boy, I’m gonna need you to promise you’ll let me fuck you tonight. And when I do, I want you wearing nothing but these heels.” He leans forward and buries his face in the sweet juncture located between your parted thighs.

“Okay.” You could definitely do that.

“I get to choose the time and the place. But don’t worry, baby. You have my promise to keep you wet and ready for me until I decide on the perfect moment.” He then inhales your scent, nuzzling his nose against the increasingly damp lace. A muffled groan escapes when he does it again. His grip tightens as his fingers dig into your skin.

Almost as if he’s already regretting his decision to agree to leave the house.

“Ari.” His name emerges as whimper, soft and pleading. 

“Promise me, Bird. Promise you’ll reward me for being so good. For showing restraint.” Each spoken word feels like a heated lash against your panty-covered clit. “Please.” Ari sucks the bud into his warm mouth, making you cry out as your thighs clench around his head.

“Yes!” You hiss as he continues to tease. 

“Say my name again.” He rasps, flicking the swollen nub with his tongue. “Say it just like that when you make your promise.”

“Ooh, Ari!” Your hips buck and writhe beneath his sensual assault. “Yes, okay? I promise!”

A primal sound bursts forth from his chest – a something between a snarl and a purr – as he forces himself to pull away. “Okay.” He grunts, his breathing slightly labored.

Ari doesn’t say another word as he goes about picking up your forgotten heel. He slips it on your foot and deftly buckles the strap as if he does it all the time. Your body is on fire as you prepare to sit up and fix your dress, only for your man to stop you with a hand on your belly.      

“I plan to wear you out tonight, baby.” Two long, thick fingers hook themselves into the waistband of your panties. “Swear to God, you’re gonna feel me for days.” 

The sight of your man’s feral grin is your only warning before the flimsy piece of lingerie is all but ripped from your skin, eliciting a shocked gasp from you. Ari rises and tucks the ruined lace into his pocket before helping you stand on shaky legs. 

Ever a beast, he proceeds to haul you against his solid chest. And then your eyes flutter closed as his mouth descends over yours in a searing kiss. You melt against him as your hands fall to his biceps, holding on to him while he takes his time with you. His talented tongue dues with your own in short, playful thrusts. One of his hands slips to your ass, giving you a rough squeeze. 

When it’s over, you’re both breathless. And the impressive bulge in Ari’s slacks makes it obvious that he’s ready for more. A clock chimes in the distance, breaking your reverie. It’s a not-so-subtle reminder that you two needed to leave soon. As in now. 

“Guess we’ll just have to pick this up later.” You murmur, even though you have yet to move.

“Damned right we will.” Ari growls, his eyes glittering with unbridled lust. “So you’d better keep your promise.”

“And if I don’t?” You tease, finally finding the resolve to pull away. He lets you go before walking over to the bed to snag your clutch. Meanwhile, you busy yourself with fixing your dress. 

“You will.” Your man hands it over before linking his fingers through yours and leading you down the hall towards the stairs.

"I mean, but what if I change my mind?" You tamp down a giggle. Now probably wasn't the best time to tease your man, but you just couldn't seem to help yourself.

"You won't." Ari assures you once more before halting his movements. He turns to face you again before tenderly grasping your chin in his hand. "You'd never do that to me, sweet girl. But if you did, I suppose I'd just have to remind you of what happens to little brats who break their promises to their men now wouldn't I?" His lidded eyes practically dare you to disagree.

"Y-yes." You whisper, swallowing thickly as he brushes his thumb across your bottom lip. "I'll be good."

"Well, thank goodness for that. I'm so glad we have an understanding, baby." Ari purrs, allowing his hand to fall away as you resume your procession towards the door. "Because I'd be pretty pissed if I had to fuck you in the middle of the banquet hall in full view of everyone." He opens the door and ushers you into the garage, smacking your ass for good measure.

"But that also doesn't mean I won't."

END

[flats-fan]

Source: @nylon-streets

[kevincollection]

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[saturnsorbits]

Walk This Way

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Kink Discovery, A Touch of Foot Humping, Shoe Appreciation. Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Kink discovery with Kirishima: Heels.

A/N: I've been toying around with random kink/character generators and this was the first thing it spat out, so here's my Kirishima + Heels offering.

Kirishima's throat is dry.

It shouldn't be.

He's seen you get dressed countless times and apart from the occasional stiffening in his jeans (You're hot and although, gentle, he is, but a man) and him having to avert his eyes occasionally, for decencies sake, he's never felt like this.

Licking over his lips, he readjusts his seat on the edge of your bed and subtly rests his forearm over the crotch of his pants. From his perch he can see you through the half-ajar door of the en-suite. Your hair and make-up is already done and you've slipped yourself into a dress that is positively sinful. It's new, something he's never seen you wear before and damn, he thinks, do you wear it.

So lost is he in his daze, wondering just what it is that hides under the delicate lace and thin straps he doesn't quite register you slipping out of the bathroom and heading towards him.

Tilting your head, you prop a hand on your hip and tilt your head. 'I'm taking the slack jaw to mean that I look alright, then?'

Kirishima coughs the saliva from his throat and shakes his head. Reaching up to rub at the back of his neck, he tries to ease his tension with a thumb digging hard into the muscle. 'Yeah, you look... You look great.'

'Good.' Turning on the balls of your feet, you slink over to your wardrobe and bend to rummage in the small shoe rack slipped inside. 'Let me just throw my shoes on and we can head out, yeah?'

Nodding, Kirishima turns his mind to the mundane – point blank refusing to stare at the curve of your ass as it pokes up and out of the wardrobe. God only knows what hot water he'd find himself in if he allowed himself to stare. 'S- Sounds good.'

'Can you -.'

The air is knocked clean out of Kirishima's chest when you turn back to face him. You're wearing shoes now, heels, tall black things with a strip of material that bars across your toes. At your ankle two black straps hang loose, waiting to be tied.

Swallowing, Kirishima lets his eyes trace the heels. He gains a whole new appreciation for curves as he looks at you.

There's a delicate bend to your foot now, a subtle 'S' that pushes you up forcing the muscles of your calves to tighten. It's too easy to loose himself, becoming absorbed in the jutting bend of your ankle bone, to the long stretch of your calves that leans out stretching wide around your knees before giving way to plush thigh and an ass he can tell by your posture is pushed out enough that he'd be able to slip behind and grind against.

Still, his eyes slip down again.

Despite all of that, it's somehow the heels that stick out.

'Do you mind?' Tottering towards him, you take three measured steps crossing ankle over ankle before coming to a stop directly in front of Kirishima. 'I can't -.'

Kirishima nods before he really knows what he's agreeing too and gets the broad flat of your foot almost square against the crease of his thigh for his trouble. The pressure, as gentle as it is, has his cock stirring in seconds as he reaches for your ankle on reflex.

'I can never get them tight enough and I don't want to feel like I'm going to slip out of them all night...' You complain, pouting.

It's the soft jut of your lower lip that seals his fate. Kirishima smiles, flashing the sharp edges of his teeth before attempting to steady himself as he reaches for the first of the straps.

His fingers are rough when they drag across your skin, but his touch is nothing but soft as he loops the strap and begins to fiddle with the clasp. Using a thumb to steady himself, he lets his knuckles brush against the roof of your foot before covering it with his palm as he finishes with the second strap.

'Thanks...'

Adam's apple bobbing, he chooses to ignore the fact that you use a little too much pressure when you pull back your foot. His cock twitches, almost fully swollen in the confine of his pants as he waits, patiently, head down for his next task.

This time, when you place down your foot, you do it harder, with purpose and a little closer to the undeniable swell in his pants.

To test a theory, you tell yourself.

A theory that is easily proven when you feel his cock kick against the sole of your shoe.

Kirishima blushes bright. Everything from the tips of his cheekbones, to the slither of pec visible between the low cut of his shirt burns.

It makes you wonder just how low the colour travels. 'Oh...'

'I... Uh...' With shaking hands, Kirishima sets about clasping the next strap. In his vein's, his blood thrums, heart beating almost out of his chest as he waits of your next move. He wonders if you'll call him out, label him a pervert and kick him out of your apartment, but all doubt is clearly forced from his mind when he feels you shift.

Pressing your shoe firmly over his cock, you press down and rock forward earning yourself a moan that vibrates through his chest. 'You like that?'

There's a wet spot on his pants now, he can feel it. The seam rubs at his cock, chafing slightly as he tries and fails to stop his hips from rolling.

Something heavy crawls into your voice as you watch him squirm. Who would have thought, Kirishima Eijirou brought to his knees by a simple pair of heels.

'You do, don't you?' This time, when you press down a large hand wraps around your ankle, but he doesn't do anything to stop you. Instead, he tilts his chin to look at you, exposing the naked lust in his eyes and whines. Licking your lips, you press harder still. 'Go on then, I know you want to...'

Bucking up, he grinds against the sole of your shoe, revelling in the dull throb that comes with the stabbing of the heel at his crotch. He can't help himself. Pleasure builds in his stomach with each roll of his hips bringing with it a new bloom that has him close to cumming in his pants like a teenager. At either side of your ankle, his fingers loosen, twisting to wrap around the shoe itself as he feels his way along the sole of your foot.

'You really like that, don't you?' There's a darkness in your chuckle as you settle into the power you now hold.

His voice is gravelled when he answered, lost as he feels the telltale sign of his end nearing. 'Yeah, fuck... Fuck, I'm -.'

'Go on... Cum for me.' Pressing down exceptionally hard you watch as his whole body tremors. The muscle in his thighs and back tenses, the hand around your shoe tightening as he almost curls over on himself with the sheer force of the orgasm that tears through him.

It leaves him breathless, disoriented almost, as reality comes crashing down on him with a viscous intensity only rivalled by the orgasm still ebbing from his body. Swallowing, he looks up through his eyelashes at you and offers you a nervous smile. 'I – Fuck, I'm – I'm sorry, I -.'

You shake your head, blinking as you try and focus past the steady pulse of your cunt. Slowly slipping your foot off of his lap, you slink closer until you can straddle his hips. He's broad, forcing you to stretch your thighs wide enough that your cunt presses flush to his already re-stiffening cock. Linking your hands behind his neck, you play with the strands of red there as you press your nose to his and whisper into the air between you. 'How about round two?'

Kirishima's eyes blow wide before he pulls you in with a strong hand wrapping your jaw. The kiss is hungry, full of soft nicks and the flick of his tongue against the seam of your lips. Pulling away, he licks across his teeth, tasting you before growling: 'The heels stay on.'

-> Masterlist

[marryrd]

Peep Toe Block Heel Sandal -1120222

Stride confidently through any occasion with our chic block heel sandals.

[myaeomi-sims]

springcore cc haul 2024 🌸🍰🍒

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hair

leah hair ♡ ava hair ♡ marigold hair ♡ lisette hair ♡ emma hair ♡ karol hairstyles ♡ twin rose hair ♡ josephine hair ♡ dorothy hair

sweety hair ♡ angeline hair ♡ harper hair ♡ moira hair ♡ lauren hair ♡ crystal hair ♡ tina hair ♡ bailee hair ♡ stephanie hair ♡ pearl hair

jules hair ♡ ayaka hair ♡ dusk hair ♡ lizzie hair ♡ little beauty hairstyle ♡ maeve hair ♡ daisy hair

hats & accessories

spring's hat ♡ bianca hat ♡ gift bow ♡ sakura stud earrings ♡ flower gem earring ♡ daisy earrings

blouses

daisy top ♡ floral corset top ♡ snow white top ♡ tessa blouse ♡ summer top 2 ♡ leila cardigan ♡ eden top ♡ flower cardigan

bottoms

denim shorts ♡ eden skirt ♡ silver light jeans ♡ paradise trousers ♡ rumako long skirt

dresses

daisy dresses ♡ vintage tapestry dress ♡ blosson dress ♡ cottagecore dress ♡ black dress ♡ luna dress ♡ blouse dress & shirt blouse dress

savage long dress ♡ wink for me babydoll dress ♡ flower perfume ruffle mini dress & corset midi dress ♡ meadow view dress

spring days dress ♡ mrs. spring dress ♡ strawberry dress

shoes

polley shoes ♡ 01 random set shoes ♡ shoes pack 64 ♡ leather heeled sandals 01 ♡ leather loafers 04 ♡ flat sandals 05

canvas espadrille flats 01 ♡ mary jane pumps 02 ♡ bowknot platform loafers 01 ♡ double-strap mary jane 03 ♡ ankle strap clog sandals 01

check slingback heels 01 ♡ shoes pack 65 ♡ cupid kisses buckled heels

(hopefully this format isn't hard to read 👉🏽👈🏽🩷)

[cherrychilli]

18+

Steve Harrington x AFAB reader, soft! dom! reader, soft! sub! Steve established relationship, PIV sex, unprotected sex

A/N: We're doing sub! Steve today because he's so pretty and pathetic. I want to ruin that boy.

"Let me see", Steve crouched down by your feet, carefully undoing the dainty gold buckle that held the little black strap wrapped around your ankle in place. It made your heart feel full whenever he tended to you like this, always with a gentle touch and soft tone.

Carefully, he slips your foot out of the stiletto, placing the shoe next to the one you'd undone yourself. Watching closely and quietly, you hold yourself in place with a palm flat on the kitchen island, balancing on one bare foot while he inspects the other in search of the cut you'd hissed about when the two of you arrived home.

Glancing at the tin of band aids he had placed on the island, you feel a pang of guilt somewhere deep in your belly but it's a fleeting whisper of a feeling compared to the raucous ache inside you.

He'll forgive you for what you're about to do, you know he will and that flicker of guilt goes out as quickly as licking your fingers and pinching out a lit match.

Steve examines your foot carefully, palpating it all over and frowns, confusion creasing his brow as he fails to identify any sign of where the open toed shoe had bitten into your skin as you'd claimed.

"I don't see anythi— ", he's cut off when you lift your foot up from where he held it in his hands, pressing it flat against his chest, the buttons on his dress shirt tickling your sole faintly.

With one quick breath you steel yourself and push, careful not to be too forceful to avoid hurting him, only enough to send him backwards until he's sat on the kitchen floor.

The bottoms of his dress shoes slip over the tiles as he loses his balance, legs stretching out in front of him as his ass bumps against the floor. Fortunately, he's able to catch himself by bringing a palm down quickly on the cool tile before his back can make contact with it.

"What the fuck?", he exclaims but there's no anger there. Only pure surprise as he lays there, sprawled out, looking up at you for an answer.

Standing over your boyfriend, you think about how much you liked seeing him under you, the sneaky little nudge that put him there making you feel a ripple of power you only ever felt in moments like this.

Catching that distinct glimmer in your eyes, Steve starts to understand. Anyone else would have missed it entirely but to him it shines bright like Las Vegas neon.

"Oh yeah? you wanna be in charge tonight?", he asks, the corner of his mouth picking up into a lopsided smile.

Dropping down to join him on the floor, the hem of your flowy dress inches high around your thighs as your knees bracket his hips. Framing his face with your hands, you press your lips to his before you answer.

"Is that okay?", you checked because it was important that he wanted this too.

He has a little fun with you as he pretends to mull it over in his head, humming in mock contemplation, a bigger smile fighting its way through to curve his pursed lips, giving him away. "Go on. Have your way with me bad girl", he encourages you with a wink.

Perking up with a delighted grin, you hurriedly undo his belt, pulling it through the loops of his slacks and tossing it aside. You'd waited all night to get him alone, denying yourself the thrill of slipping your foot between his legs under the table at the restaurant or letting your hand wander up his thigh in the car.

Scooching down to rest yourself on his thighs, you pull his pants and underwear down to free his cock, finding him half hard already. You use both hands to grip his growing length while he props himself up on his elbows to watch, the crisp white of his dress shirt bound to catch dirt as the material drags on the floor. Not that he cared.

"Y' could have said something at the restaurant", he humors, hissing when you lean over to dribble a line of spit onto his cock. "Or in the car", he manages to add before you begin stroking him, both of your hands slick with your saliva and the precum that had begun to leak from his tip. "W-would have left sooner if I knew."

He looks big still, even with both of your hands wrapped around him, warm and sticky to the touch. "Wanted to catch you off guard", you tell him, ears tuned into the wet, sloppy sounds of your hands working him lazily, wrists twisting slightly with each stroke, gently wringing more clear beads from his slit.

"and— uh, and the— shi— the bed? too cliché?"

That makes you chuckle, lifting your eyes up to his. "You want me to stop so we can head upstairs?", you ask with a smile that's all tease, rubbing your thumb over the slippery head of his cock, looking back down to watch the pale pink flush magenta from your touch.

He huffs out a laugh, the answer so obvious he feels silly having brought it up at all.

"Fuck no."

You return your focus to stroking him leisurely, the feeling of his cock kicking up and flexing in your hands making it impossible to ignore the ache between your own legs any longer. Luckily you'd already taken your panties off in the restroom, balling the lace and stuffing it into your clutch so all you had to do now was lift up your skirt and let him see.

When your hands leave his cock to furl your fingers around the hem of your skirt, his lips part, staring with unwavering awe as you show yourself to him, revealing your bare pussy and the slick that glistened between your thighs.

"You're so fucking beautiful", he whines like a man enraptured, eyes wide and pupils blown obsidian.

His reaction fills your belly with flame, lifting your hips to position yourself over the base of his cock, lowering yourself to let it fit between your folds, rubbing yourself along the length of his shaft all tacky and wet with a mix of both him and you.

"Oh fuck please, baby put it in", Steve pleads, nails biting into the meat of your thighs, head thumping gently against the tiles as he leans all the way back. It's too much fun having this kind of power over him and you can't help being a little mean, shaking your head all while you wear a smile, watching the pained expression on his face grow deeper.

"Not until you tell me how badly you want it", you tell him in a tone that's thick with sticky sweetness like honeycomb.

Reaching for the front of his shirt, you grab enough of the fabric before you briskly pull it apart, buttons popping out of place, some coming loose entirely as they scatter and retreat into different corners of the kitchen.

You're treated to the sight of his naked chest and stomach, raking your nails along the exposed skin and coarse hair, marking his tanned skin with narrow scarlet welts. "Fucking Christ", he groans, helpless and loving it.

Leaning over, you take it a step further by swiping your tongue over one of his nipples, biting down on it gently, tugging until his breath hitches in his throat.

"Shit shit shit— "

"Go on", you encourage him, trailing higher to nip at his neck next, kissing a constellation of moles by his shoulder along the way.

"I wanna be inside you— please, need to feel it", he sputters, hips twitching beneath you but he stops himself from trying to do more. He knows he's not allowed. Not without your say so. Not tonight.

"Aw, this not good enough for you? I'm not making you feel good like this?", you tug on his earlobe with your teeth, whining into the shell of his ear, rocking back and forth over the ridge of his cock slowly, your clit throbbing with the way you drag yourself along him.

"You are! you are, god, baby you're making me feel so good but please-"

"You want more?"

"Yes. Please", he chokes on a whine. You almost feel sorry for him.

Pulling back to get a look at him and the torment clouding his face, you level your stare. "And what if I don't let you?"

The blunt edge of his nails dig into your skin a little deeper and his expression crumbles, a look of genuine anguish contorting your boyfriend's pretty face.

"Come on, baby— fucking hurts I want it so bad. See how hard you've made me?"

With a low chuckle, you keep rolling your hips back and forth, doing nothing to increase your pace as you torture the poor boy.

"Mm, you need it that bad?"

"I do. I need it", he answers, his hazel eyes all big and pleading. Just how you liked.

"You gonna be a good boy for me then?", you ask, your finger catching on his gold chain as you draw a line down from the dip between his clavicles, down his sternum, trailing lower and lower...

"God, yes I promise", he nods fervently. Desperately.

You take pity on him then, lifting your hips while you wrap your fingers around his cock with one hand, guiding it to your entrance. Relief enters Steve's body like a dam bursting when he feels the tip pop in and you begin to sink down slowly, rewarding him both with the tight warmth of your cunt and the sounds of your breathy moans.

"Fuck, you're perfect— you're so fucking perfect", he chants blissfully until he's all the way inside you, filling you up.

You allow him a few moments to relish the feeling of your soft wet walls wrapping around him like silk before you bring a hand up to cradle his jaw. His eyes snap open then, shivering when you lean close, your lips forming a wicked smile, the kind that feels like the cold blade of a dagger held up to his throat.

"You'll cum only when I say so, understand?"