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jessinsocks21 · 5 months ago
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Sorry it's been a really hectic week here. I'll try and post more when I catch up. For now I'll add what I can when I can.
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sockking5779 · 8 months ago
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It’s been a while…I should share some more of my lovely lady.
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camtasticalsocks · 2 months ago
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SaNdWoRm ViBeS 🪲🧃
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socksandfeetvideo · 1 year ago
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absolute-socks · 5 months ago
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bmpmp3 · 2 years ago
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its dave time.....we’re in dave mode....
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I did a pink and purple kidcore outfit!
I felt cute today so i made another kidcore oodt:)
What i used;
Pink striped shirt
Purple corduroy dress
Pink socks
White ankle boots
Fluffy pink purse
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anklesockenthusiast · 2 years ago
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More stripes 😍😍😍
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xmegagiantessx · 2 years ago
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Mmmmmmm.... Stripes
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bedcorpse · 11 months ago
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remember when we used to see gerard
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vrtoys · 1 year ago
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jessinsocks21 · 5 months ago
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Tired this week so I'm finding myself to be a little forgetful. Here's some soft multi colors.
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camtasticalsocks · 7 months ago
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MoRe StRiPeS
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socksandfeetvideo · 2 months ago
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batnoise · 6 months ago
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[🦇 / june 2024 ] FASHIONABLY LATE FOR PRIDE 🌈⚡💖 (he/him)
[ID: a digital drawing of trench (he/him), a golden bat anthro with wild hair, a heart marking on his forehead, red eyes with sharp eyebrows and heavy eyelashes, small black wings on his back. he is dressed in an outfit consisting of a black crop top, a fishnet body suit with openings on the sides, chain choker, heart drip sunglasses, gloves, various other belts and cuffs, distressed black short shorts, fishnet tights, thigh-high striped socks striped in black and the trans flag colors, and ankle high leather boots with colorful buckles. he wears lots of hairpins, stickers and accessories in the colors of various pride flags (bi, trans, and QVP). he sits with his legs kicked up, boots in perspective. the background is a swipe of black against gray, with the colors of the QVP flag sprayed on top. /end ID]
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versupital · 3 months ago
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❀ halle berry.ᐟ❀
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a glimpse into the mind of jjk men being feral over your perfect thighs <3
content: gn!reader (Choso, Geto), switch!choso, thigh fucking, cunnilingus (Gojo), afab!reader (Nanami, Gojo), sorcery!au (Gojo), exhibitionism (nanami), toys (geto), husband!nanami, established relationship, ¿unprotected?
word count. 3k
incl pairings: choso, gojo, geto, nanami
soundtrack 🪐📀: p*$$y fairy!
a/n: the title is because in the song halle berry he’s like going crazy over how fine his woman is and so i thought it fit LMFAOAO
🧚🏼‍♀️
Choso
Choso loves when you wear thigh-high socks.
You’d scored a light blue and white striped pair with C’s on them, just for your Cho baby. They slip and slide all down your legs as Choso fucks between them, fingers entangled in the material.
“Hngh - warm,” is all he manages to mumble as his slick cock slides through your thighs.
The two of you stand in front of the mirror, your hands behind you, holding onto his back as he strokes needily.
You watch as his fat, light-colored tip pokes through with each of his thrusts, his fingers now sliding up, and shoved deep into the light stretch marks on your hips. All you have on is the socks, your back arched painfully, and you moan as you watch him use you for his pleasure.
“Feels so good, huh, Cho?” you purr, sliding a hand behind your head to fist one of his pigtails.
“S-So good,” he mutters, his pace quickening. You can feel his cock rub against your aching heat with every stroke, slicking him up, making your thighs all wet and sticky.
Lewd suction noises pour into the room to mesh with Choso’s moans, your own praises cooing out in time with his thrusts.
Yes. Good boy. So good. Like that. Don’t stop.
Choso’s hands come up and desperately grip your chest, holding on tightly and applying pressure to your achingly hard nipples.
“F-fuck,” you whine, and Choso’s head falls onto your shoulder as you release his hair.
“C-Can I please put it in now?” he begs, teeth clamping down onto your skin, softly planting kisses there after.
“Mm, dunno,” you taunt, “don’t know if you deserve it.”
“B-But I’ve been good,” Choso whines out. His grip on your chest softens but he continues to roll his hips, sliding that cock in and out, and you feel yourself drip more as the tip travels over the sensitive underside of your heat.
You shudder against him, and when he speaks again his tone has shifted mildly.
“That’s right,” he coos. “Y-Y’know you wanna let me in, baby, please?”
Your hands find his thighs and dig your nails in. He lets out a filthy howl in your ear, which makes you moan in frustration.
“Fuck it,” you whisper, leaning forward and planting your hands on the mirror. “Fuck me, Cho. Need you.”
Choso gasps, as if he hadn’t intended for that to work, but nevertheless he wastes no time grabbing himself at the base and pressing his tip to your soppy hole.
“Th-Thank you,” he mumbles. “Love your thighs, but nothing feels as good as your insides, baby.”
You shake your head and part your legs to give him more access. “Hurry up before I keep you from cumming,” you snap.
“Y-Yes baby,” Choso chirps, and it isn’t long before the two of you have completely forgotten about the socks as they slide to your ankles, your mind going brainless as Choso punishes you right back.
Gojo
Gojo tries to pretend he doesn’t have an issue with you leaving the house in fishnets, but realistically, it always makes him irrationally jealous. Especially to go on missions, when he knows everyone will be in attendance.
Now, he knows he’s the strongest sorcerer and - the most attractive - and well, the best. He knows you’d be insane to leave him for anyone else. You wouldn’t.
But he also knows that when you look like that - the big gaps in the nets not hiding the perfect shape of your smooth thighs and a pleated blue skirt to compliment your uniform - that you’re nothing but blood in a sea of sharks.
Even Nanami, the respectable man that he is, sneaks a second look when you come by. And Gojo wants to wring his neck for it.
He’s forced to watch as you kiss Geto on the cheek and laugh at one of Higuruma’s, no doubt, unfunny jokes. He swipes a hand across his face. Thank God for his blindfold. No one can see the rage in his eyes.
It’s only about halfway through the day when he can’t stand it any longer. He sees you keep messing with them, twisting and adjusting them, and he drags his eyes to your little fingers, reminding him how they entangle themselves in his hair whenever he has his tongue buried in your hole.
He’s thinking about ripping a gaping hole in the tights and pushing your panties to the side, too desperate to worry about taking all of it off, and devouring you around the material.
You’d let out a surprised moan, like you always do at first contact. He’d blow cool air on your clit while two of his fingers pinch and massage your wet folds. You’d writhe, your thighs would clench over his ears like fleshy earmuffs. He’d have no choice but to lift his blindfold off of one eye, just to get a better look at your head fallen back, your top teeth clenching your bottom lip.
He’d continue to shred the fishnets as he entangled his long fingers in them for support. You’d whine that they were your favorite. He’d whisper that he’ll buy you a hundred new pairs, and you’d moan from his breathy words landing on your aching clit.
“Satoru,” your voice chokes him out of his fantasy.
He glances down at you through his cloth, though he knows you can’t tell. He clears his throat.
“Yes?” he croaks out.
“Did you hear me? We’re going to grab lunch,” you run a hand over his arm and he feels his muscles respobd to your touch. “Coming?”
Damn near, he almost says, but he instead smiles and pulls you into a side hug - making sure to glide his hand over your hip as you begin walking together.
You chirp against him and put a hand on his chest to balance yourself. “Mmh, did you know you have a little… situation?” you question innocently, and Satoru doesn’t even have to look down to know how rock solid he is in his pants.
“It’s your fault,” he grits back. “I keep telling you not to wear these.” He stops to flick the tights with his finger.
You giggle and drop your hand. “And I keep telling you that I’m gonna do it till you force me to stop.”
Gojo stops walking. The rest of the group is well ahead, good. They won’t notice the two of you falling behind.
“Do we really have to eat with them?” he asks.
“You read my mind,” you look up and stand on your toes to kiss him on the chin, to which he shivers. You, making the most powerful and supposedly composed sorcerer, shiver. “I’ve got your favorite snack already.”
Gojo glances up again to make sure the group is at least out of earshot, and without hesitance he’s gripping your hand and dragging you off towards the opposite direction.
“Fuck, this is why I love you,” he growls. “But seriously. This is your last time wearing these, okay?”
You nod your head innocently, though he knows good and well that you’re just playing along, and after he’s done ripping your current pair to shreds, the following week you’ll be right back in a new pair to tease him with.
Nanami
Nanami is a conservative man. He doesn’t show off much of his skin. Not that it’s really the same for men, but he certainly doesn’t mind when you do it.
His favorite kind is you, wearing a strapless number with a dangerously high slit in it, holding a tiny clutch with nothing but lip gloss inside because you have no reason to carry a wallet when you go out together.
But what gets him the most is your tall, knee-high heels with red on the bottom. They had been a Christmas gift from him, but it still amazes him how you’re able to balance yourself on them each time, without fail.
He orders you a driver, like always, so that the two of you can drink together without worrying about the commute home. He’s immediately pulling your leg over his lap after he joins you in the backseat.
He watches as the material of your dress falls back against the leather seat. The skin on your thighs have puffed out; he’s ogling them like a schoolboy. He catches a glimpse of your hip under the slit. He realizes with a jolt there’s no panty waistline.
You’ve left the house commando.
He tightens his grip on the material of your boot, trying to pry his eyes away, but all he can think about is how disgustingly easy you’ve made it for him to sit beside you at dinner and tip-toe his fingers into the slit of the dress and part your legs with his fingertips.
You’d oblige immediately, gasping as you look over at him and pretend you don’t want to do this in public.
But he would continue on, making small talk with the waitress and ordering wine as he begins to drag the fingertip over your clit that’s already throbbing achingly.
When the waitress leaves, he’d lean over and kiss you on the cheek, and you’d lean back against the seat and part your legs a bit to give him more access.
His eyes would catch another glimpse at the delicious shoes and momentarily falter as he wonders what they look like over his shoulders. He doesn’t have to wonder what you’d look like under him, getting stuffed and bent out of shape in your skimpy dress, because your face is already so flushed - your lips slightly parted as you try not to moan.
He blinks, and he’s suddenly back in the car, and his hand has mindlessly travelled to rest on your bare hip. You stare at him a bit confused, because he’s sitting and just staring blankly at you with his jaw clenched.
“Is everything okay?” you question.
He swallows and smiles reassuringly.
“Perfect, my love,” he nods. “Tell me, was wearing no underwear a last minute decision?”
He watches as you tap your chin, and then scoot your hips a bit closer to him, and now he knows you can feel his cock poking against your legs.
“Kind of,” you shrug. “Who needs them, you know?”
Nanami exhales. You little minx.
“You do, for my sake,” Nanami pinches a bit of the skin on your hip and you respond by gripping onto his tie. “I… am going to find it difficult to sit at dinner with this information.”
You giggle, a soft sound that sends more blood pumping through his cock. He thinks of the two of you in bed, when his dick accidentally slides out of you and you giggle at him while you grab the base and put it back in. Your face immediately twists from a smug crack of amusement to furrowed eyebrows and pleasure.
God, he’s so worked up.
“Driver,” he says suddenly, and he feels you raise an eyebrow at him. “Take us back home, please.”
Geto
You’ve never worn fancy underwear around Geto.
Your relationship started as a hookup a few years back, and whenever you saw each other, you were always drunk and just trying to claw to the bare skin underneath - hardly concerning yourselves with what kind of bra or underwear you had on.
As time has passed, you feel Geto deserves a surprise. You wonder what his reaction would be, to you maybe wearing something simple, like matching underwear and a pair of garters.
As soon as the order comes in, you’re putting it on. They are tight and dig into your skin, but you hope it’s going to be worth it.
You’re wearing the look underneath a big shirt and pajama pants, your typical attire for bed. Geto is in the bathroom, massaging oils into his hair and slicking it back.
You lean against the doorway, “You act like you’re going to run into the president in your dreams.”
Geto turns to you and grins, dropping his hands from the wet locks. “I have a reputation to uphold as the guy with flawless hair, alright?”
You roll your eyes. “To whom? Satoru?” You begin to make kissy noises. “And they’re both boys, mwah, mwah, mwah…”
“Oh hush,” Geto swats at you before washing his hands. Then, he walks a few steps over and plants a kiss on your head before sliding his hands up your sides and under the big shirt.
You watch as his brain registers what’s going on. His hands halt over the leather material of your garter belt, before he rips the shirt up to your chest and examines what’s going on underneath.
“Hello?” he says, cocking his head to the side. “Where did this come from, baby?”
You pull his hands off of the shirt and let the material fall back down. “No, go back to your hair. Don’t worry about it.”
You turn to walk away brattily, but he’s already gripping your wrist and tugging you back into the bathroom with him. Now, he’s got your back against the shower door, and you gasp.
“Don’t play,” Geto threatens, bringing his hands to the waistband of your pants this time. “Never seen you wear anything like this. Wonder what you’ve got on the bottom half?”
You don’t stop him as he bends towards the floor and brings your pants down with him. His pupils go black as he registers the leather panties that are underneath the thin belt that connects the garters.
Geto is visibly taken aback. He swallows thickly, and then he’s forcing you to step out of your pants and your thighs are being lifted into the air.
“Geto, wait!” you screech, falling back onto the glass as he rises to a standing position with his eyes still fixed on your legs.
“No, no,” he taunts. “None of that, angel. You’ve been holding out on me.” He tucks his finger under a piece of the leather and releases it with a stinging snap.
Your hands are desperately holding onto his shoulders for balance as Geto hikes your shirt back up to examine the full set in its glory.
“Your thighs are so thick, they’re about to pop right out, baby,” his hands snatch the material which causes your hips to slide to the edge of the counter. “Don’t you want me to release some of that tension?”
You groan as your eyes flutter. “I just wanted to see your reaction,” you admit. “I didn’t expect it to be th-th- oh!”
He’s using the shower wall to hold you up around his waist, because his thumb is already massaging your bundle of nerves through the leather, while his cock presses against your inner thigh. His free hand keeps your shirt up, staring over your torso like it’s his last meal.
“Well, what did you expect to happen, baby?” Geto scolds. “You know your thighs are my fucking weakness.” He grunts and tugs on the garters again. It stings, but it’s so good. “Can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this, fu-uck.”
The leather’s tough, but Geto is tougher. He pulls your panties over, but he does it so harshly that the material shreds and falls over your leg. He doesn’t care, he’s still staring at your thighs, how they’re eating up the thin garters.
Your squishy skin feels so good around his waist, and he holds onto you as he dips his head into the crook of your neck.
You smell perfect, you feel perfect. He wants to take you into the bedroom and toss you on the bed.
He would die to see your thighs parted, a thick toy flushing in and out of you as you stare up at him with pleasure all over your face. He’d hold your legs apart by force, no matter how you tried to close them, and keep pushing it inside of you. Good girls deserve real cock, but since you wanted to tease him, you get rubber.
“G-Geto, please, I can’t take another,” you’d breathe, approaching your third orgasm already. He always recognizes it in your breath pattern, the way your moans pitch themselves up.
“Sorry, I wish I cared,” he’d purr, quickening his wrist to fuck the cum out of you that much sooner.
“Fuck,” he mumbles in real time, realizing he’d zoned out as his finger mindlessly plays with your clit. You’re already cumming under him, and he takes a deep breath as he feels your thighs shudder over his hips.
“Oh, Geto,” you moan, and he realizes how pussywhipped he really is.
And just how badly he needs to get you more garters, ASAP!
A/N:
just realized i need a whole fic of jjk men denying reader the privilege of his c*ck while he uses toys on them… oh boy.
ily guys for your support as always!!! wow i almost reached 500 followers this is so overwhelming <33 ty guys for your patience and kind words and muse when you see this bby, know you truly keep me motivated ^.^
~ pennjammin
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