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i6eyes · 1 year

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%% jean kirstein bf hcs !!

pt 2

contains: sfw and nsfw, implied fem!reader (no y/n), established relationship, soft jean teehee, jean’s horse cawk, nothing too graphic tbh

— who knew a fucking stallion will be the one who's going to bring me back from the dead .

sfw

omg omg he's soo tall right

definitely puts his arms around your shoulder, and kisses u on your temple or forehead too

the sweetest !! i feel like he would be so so attentive to u

oooh u did a double take at the dress u guys walked passed by earlier in the mall? woah it's suddenly in ur bed the next day !! :OO

he's a nice cook ! can cook but the best, his expertise are mostly breakfast foods but he can cook you lunch and dinner as long as he has a recipe

oh he'd be absolutely smitten !!!! i luv big scary men being total sweethearts to their s/o

if ur trying some shoes, he'd be the one to do all of the work ! he'd kneel down, take off your shoes, puts on what you chose on you, will be the who's going to take it off too, then will tie or buckle your shoes up for you

or or or, he'd be out alone and he passes by this little store filled with trinkets and stuff. safe to say, he walked out of the store with a silly little keychain he knew you'd like

^^ one of his love language is acts of service

he loves spending time with you. specially the moments where you two just chill and share some occasional kisses here and there

his favorite thing to do is have you lay on top of him while he's laying down and make you talk about your day !! he'd play with your hair and caress your nape and back while you do so :((

he's obviously attractive, but he doesn't know how much

there's so many simple things that he makes attractive

his attentiveness. you'd be in the grocery then he'd suddenly disappear for a while, only for him to come back with arms full of chips and snacks. "these are your favorites, right?" he said while dumping them in the cart, not even waiting for your answer.

oddly specific but the way he leans on every door way. you know the thing where people place their hands on top of a doorway? that, but he subconsciously does it everywhere. omg imagine he fetches you from your house for a date and the moment you open your door, boom! there's jean, towering you with a smile on his face.

he knows how to slow dance, like the ones in the movies where the main characters would suddenly dance in their living room, to which, he did with you!

slow dancing in the living room with jean :(

if you're still in school and he sees you struggling with a subject or school work, he'd help you as soon as he could, specially if it's something he already learned before. but! if that's not the case, he'd take his time to learn what you're having problems with and try to come up with an explanation to make you understand better

he's so lame (affectionate)

nsfw

oh boy

he's not the stallion for nothing

easily one of the biggest cock in the aot verse

usually, i'd be realistic when it comes to sizes, but jean is at 7-8 inches.

hhhhhhgggh, king of dick prints. he's naturally big even when soft, about 5 to 5.5 maybe. < he's a grower

he's such a big man, his proportions are perfect, of course he needs a big fucking cock to go along with it

he keeps his happy trail no matter what happens. he knows it's attractive and knows that you love seeing it on him

^^ up to you whether you want him to shave or trim, he's fine with anything as long as he keeps his happy trail

wide athletic shoulders that he puts your legs at while he's eating you out our splitting you open with his cock

this man's proportions are actually making me insane i don't know how to put my thoughts into words anymore

his hands are big, but not huge or ginormous. it's pretty and rough looking at the same time. his fingers are longer than most men's but are thick enough like the ones most are familiar with when thinking about a man's hand.

his nape is sensitive, simple touches like brushing his hair back will make him shiver. hickeys also show more easily on his neck, just suck on it lightly and there's already a blooming red mark left in its wake.

oh my god, touch his torso or the bottom of his stomach (ehem, close or at his happy trail) and he's gone. it's starting to become an actual problem because there would be completely innocent moments where you touch those places because you need to get pass by him and he'd just suddenly pop a boner on the spot.

*taps mic* soft dom

he absolutely loves praising you, it's an unconscious thing he does

you'd be on your knees, sucking in his cock on your mouth as much as you could, and he'd groan while keeping your hair out of your face using a hand while the other caresses your cheek, wiping away the tears that lay there.

^^ "there we go, knew you could do it.", "fuckin' natural at it.", "think you could take me a little deeper? uh huh? yeah that's my good girl."

im in shambles

he's SOOOOO good with his fingers my GOD.

he knows what it takes to make you cum with his fingers, he has an actual technique it's crazyyy. doesn't prioritize in making it fast or hard or whatever, whether you like it like that or slow, he will follow his own lead on what he thinks will make you feel spineless.

knows the fingers inside you, palm on your clit thing. has made you squirt using it on multiple occasions

while he adores missionary because he loves seeing your face and folding you in half with your legs beside your ears, doing it doggy will always make him carnal

he has a thing for your backkk. he'd grab the one side of your shoulder while he's hitting it from the back, sometimes he'd bruise your hips with his grip instead

will slap your ass. not really in a sub/dom dynamic. he just likes the way he sees his handprint on your ass while you're writhing beneath him

stroke game is unmatched !!!!!!!!!

he doesn't rely on his size alone, this bitch is actually prepared and knows his shit y'all

even if he doesn't or can't push all of him in, he'd work with what he's able to put inside you and god does he do it well

during missionary, expect him to put a pillow under your hips despite his size and knowledge. he want to make you feel the best at any given time

while he doesn't mind if you're a loud moaner or what, he LOVES hearing you whine.

if you're a whiner, boy is it a good time to be ALIVEEEEEE

he founds it so cute and hot <3

#aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #aot #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean headcanons #jean smut #jean kirstein smut #jean fluff #jean kirstein fluff #aot smut #aot headcanons #eren x reader #levi x reader #reiner x reader #armin x reader

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corollaservant · 1 month

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Retail Therapy // Dabi x f!reader x Shigaraki (18+)

Synopsis: Working as a sales assistant in a high end sneaker shop is boring. But you're about to be taught otherwise.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, degradation, humiliation, vaginal and oral sex, illegal recording, mentions of crimes, ableist remarks (not from reader), harassment, dumbification

A/N: kinda thought of the LoV as streamers (but not like gamers). thx anon for encouraging this dumb idea, idk what this says about us:)

Another boring day at work. But honestly, what were you expecting?

You didn’t know anyone who had fun working in retail. Not that this would be your job forever, as you planned on quitting and you know...try something else. Dropping out of college may have not been a smart move but you were confident that you’d find your path, somewhere, sometime. The store was never busy, the pricing and interior design repelling most bystanders and only attracting a couple influencer kids (you often laughed at the term) accompanied by their rich parents or a few unknown athletes in an effort to buy designer and make a better name for themselves. High end clients never showed up in person, they had no reason to, no one shopped at boutiques anymore—all the more sneaker ones.

You would often kill time by watching stuff online (who didn’t), looking at the latest socialite news in various media outlets, the world was going downhill, you thought, as you absentmindedly sipped from your water bottle, articles writing about villains, social pariahs, as they’d branded them, parading power by killing innocent civilians ‘for the fun of it’.

Your thoughts were interrupted when two shadows at the door caused you to look up. Customers? No way. Your heart stopped for a second—what kind of a twisted game of fate is this?—as both walked through the door. Who didn’t fucking know them, Dabi and his subordinate, the man he had on a leash even though he was the supposed boss, Shigaraki Tomura. What the fuck where they doing here?

The taller man, which you knew as Dabi, wore a dark blue jacket with its collars ripped and matching pants while his patched purple skin stood out. Surgically attached staples (or where these piercings?) moved when he smiled. Despite the menacing appearance, you had to admit he looked quite.. elegant? His shorter companion didn't fail to catch your eye either, a hood pulled low over his face and wearing a miserably plain outfit. Under other circumstances, you’d throw guys like them out the store— this wasn’t some charity but you quickly reconsidered once you remembered their recent streaming. Shigaraki filmed Dabi burning up a whole forest just to kill some time as they laughed. Cool, yeah. Problem was they had accidentally murdered some poor people on a picnic, who they’d later find and film, joking about how ‘today was not the day for a picnic, guys’. The two villains would livestream the whole thing on various platforms—other times they’d upload it later on a channel they owned under an alias, where perverse comments encouraged and gave them both views. They obviously had a clear immoral viewpoint on heroes (they despised the filth society had created on false pretense) and never failed to shout it even louder.

‘’Hello, sweetheart.’’ Dabi greeted you, approaching the register. His loyal dog followed close, hands in his pockets and a sly smile.

‘’Me and my..friend would like to check out a few shoes today, we’re feeling generous.’’

You regained composure and whispered a ‘’yes, sure’’ as they looked at you, Dabi's eyes diverted to your work uniform, a blazer with exposed bust and a tight pencil skirt.

(yeah yeah you knew this was a high end sneaker store but rules were rules and you had to attract the filthy rich men somehow—manager's words, not yours).

‘’W-what would you guys like to see?’’ You stammered, their proximity not helping.

‘’Sweetie got a speech impediment?’’ Shigaraki said directly to your face before Dabi interrupted.

‘’Don’t listen to this asshole, he isn’t getting any so he’s always pissed off.’’ The first scowled but remained silent.

Dabi seemed.. kind? You thought as you looked at him and shyly moved to the display shelves.

‘’S–so, could you guys tell me what you’re looking for exactly?’’ You couldn’t believe these two had to come to your place for fucking shoes—somehow the thought of villains having to buy clothes had never really crossed your mind.

‘’We don’t fucking care, sweetheart’’ Dabi said looking directly at your chest and eyeing your tits. Such a pervert, thinking you wouldn’t notice.

The whole time Shigaraki was on his phone, which he held in a bizzare way, it was known his quirk involved his hands but you never bothered to care, both these guys were murderous and you possessed no ‘quirk’ whatsoever so it really wouldn’t matter if it came down to physical altercations.

‘’We have t–these ones’’ You lifted your arm up to show Dabi a new pair you got in last week as his eyes travelled to your bent ass, skirt accentuating the curves even more, as he smirked to himself.

‘’T–they collaborated two brands for this.’’ You murmured, not sure he heard you. His presence made you anxious, you knew what he was capable of and definitely wanted to live another day.

‘’Oh yeah?’’ Dabi said. ‘’How much do these cost? They’re fucking ugly.’’

You opened your mouth to retort but settled with a ‘’T–two grand.’’ It came off unsure and hesitant.

‘’These are dead. Two grand for these abominations? Hey Shiggy, come look!’’ He told the man who had been too consumed with his phone to listen to the conversation.

‘’Look at that shit man, can you believe trash heroes buy that for two grand?’’ He questioned as the latter lifted his gaze.

‘’Yeah I really don’t give a fuck, buy your shit and go, I have content to upload.’’

‘’Please excuse him, baby, he’s just a weirdo who gets off on livestreaming the people he decays, don’t worry we won’t take long.’’

Decaying? Livestreams? And why did he call you baby? These guys had to be joking, they were openly talking about murdering people for fun and you suddenly felt sick, your stomach with its contents turned over.

You had been silent, looking at them in horror, while Dabi broke the silence.

‘’Awwh, c’mon now, I’ll be nice. I think I might like these.’’ He said and pointed to a pair of black plain sneakers, they’d suit him, you thought despite the predicament.

You must’ve not reacted at all so he spoke again.

‘’Are you slow, sweetheart? I said I want to try these on, in 15’’ The tone made you immediately snap out of your thoughts and take a step back—he felt too close through your peripherals.

‘’L–let me check in the b-back for you guys’’ you apologetically mewled as you backtracked, you couldn’t even turn around but somehow got to the storage room. Fuck, you thought, of course he had to be wearing one of the largest freaking sizes, your store never brought these as no one ever bought them, what was he, a fucking giant? You were frantically searching through storage drawers and anything scattered you could find across the room but with no success, the pair was sold out (was a basic choice) and the sizing available was 13 and below. Shit, you cursed, as you were about to exit, when you saw two figures at the door startling you.

‘’What’s taking you so long? Lost in the hallway?’’ Dabi mocks, as Shigaraki snorts.

‘’I- I– couldn’t f-find the ones you’re looking for.’’ You avert your eyes as you utter the words and Dabi’s smirk wavers.

‘’What does that mean, baby?’’ He furrows his brows. ‘’You should be grateful I even chose this shitty store in the first place. It’s not enough you charge poor customers two grand for shoes I can find in the dumpster, now you’re telling me you don’t have the one pair I actually liked?’’ He raises his tone as he has you practically pinned against the door. You could’ve sworn the other guy's laughing but the room’s spinning and you try to take a deep breath.

‘’I- i’m sorry, guys, p-please let me try to find s-something else- for you, I–’’

‘’No, I think you can just shut the fuck up now. I don’t want excuses from that dumb pretty mouth of yours.’’ His words hurt as you try blinking your tears away—it used to help but not when they’re flooding your eyes like a stream. You feel like this could actually be your end and matter of fact, anyone would know soon enough, as you’d probably also get livestreamed while they’re at it.

‘’Soo.. let me get this straight, you can’t find a proper excuse, you don’t have my shoes, you make me and Tomura wait while you're blabbering some bullshit and you scam stupid cunts for money. Does your boss know he’s hired the dumbest whore on the planet or do you fuck him to keep your job? And all that for a shitty job? You reaally gotta be desperate.’’ He finishes and now the tears are well formed and fall from your eyes, as you sob—you literally sob, ashamed and hurt, these men didn't even know you and here they were throwing words around because of a pair of fucking shoes, you feel disgusting, useless and embarrassed, as you choke out some ‘’I'm sorry’’s.

None of them seem to care about your tears or your stuffed nose, snots falling down your chest and staining the work blazer and Dabi continues in an amused tone.

‘’Stop crying, it's pathetic. Be of use instead, will you?’’ He sighs and looks at Shigaraki, who had been watching his phone intently the whole time.

‘’Tomura, how do you think bitches like her pay when they can’t satisfy my needs?’’ He asks the man, who contemplates for a second, kind of clueless and annoyed, interrupted from the live streaming of the rest of the LoV.

‘’Ugh.. I don't know, kill her? Listen man, we don’t have much time, we have to go meet the rest, so whatever it is, make it quick. I want to show my face in Toga’s stream, she has too many hot bitches watching her.’’

This man is out of his mind.

‘’Shiggy, you fucking incel, it’s not like you’re going to fuck any of them, so how about you put your scrambled, decayed brain to good use?’’ Dabi responds, all while you’re looking at the exchange horrified, where is this going?

‘’Well...since apparently I’m the smart one here, I’ll tell you both how this is gonna end up.’’ Dabi exhales, he sounds bored but his eyes gleam, he seems amused. ‘’You can’t offer me my shoes? You offer me your body, it’s not like you have anything else going on for you. I fuck you and your little cunt and you–’’ he turns his attention to Shigaraki, ‘’–you’re going to film the whole fucking thing. Should grant you enough pussy, once I let you participate.’’

You want to scream, you really do. But there’s no words coming out, the phone’s too far away, the storage room hidden in plain sight and there’s two guys ganging up on you so what’s the only thing you do? Beg.

‘’P-please, Dabi, I can—I can help you find something else, we have-’’ you blabber but he cuts you off.

‘’Wow doll, surprised your dumb brain memorized the name. But I don’t blame you, I would too.’’ He’s inching closer to you, as you back off, each step he takes leads you towards the end of the room. The closet touches your back—you’re pinned under him, the shelves hit against your back.

‘’Got the camera on?’’ He tells Shigaraki, without turning to look at him, while the latter scoffs.

‘’Yeah, all set’’ You can see him holding his phone and wait impatiently.

‘’Now’’ Dabi says, ‘’take that nasty shirt off, God, who dresses whores like you up? Tits out and everything for the public to see.’’ He says as your shaking hands start unbuttoning the work blazer—you had no shirt under it, it was a hot day and you hadn’t bothered, it’s not like customers were frequent.

He’s so close that your arms touch on his shirt as you slowly unbutton it and the blazer falls down your shoulders, your bare tits in full display not just for him but for Shigaraki’s camera to film as well. His eyes rake you up and down, your cheeks stained with tears, your hair disheveled and flying all over as your tits quiver on your chest. It’s swift, but you notice how his turquoise eyes widen—not a lot, since they’re heavy lidded and half patched anyway.

‘’Fuck, these look nice..’’ He comments as he brings up both hands to grope them while you gasp. His hands are not as cold as you expected, they’re large, slender and painted black as he starts circling his wrists while still at a fair distance. You moan and he smirks, Shigaraki switching spots to get a better angle.

Dabi closes the distance as his face is on yours, his breath on your mouth and you close your eyes when he laughs.

‘’Aw, did you think I’d kiss you?’’ He says as you whimper frustrated but he continues ‘’Whores like you don’t deserve kisses.’’ He grabs your skirt with both hands and aggressively lowers it as you stumble trying not to fall down.

His words cut deep and you fight the urge to let another stream of tears down your face; you’d been called names in the past, but the way he talked upset you way more than anyone before. Unbeknownst to him, your felt your panties smeared, his warm hands had turned you on—the thought of you being like this disgusted you. You really were pathetic and he’d soon find out.

His hands cupped your clothed cunt as you moaned ‘’D-dabi, please–’’ to which a voice from the back laughed. You had completely forgotten about Shigaraki, the fact that he was watching (and filming) making you want to vomit.

‘’Baby, please shut the fuck up.’’ Dabi says ‘’Tomura, are you getting this?’’ but at this point Tomura was not only getting it but holding the phone with one hand while the other rubbed a bulge on his pants.

Dabi moves your panties to the side, almost ripping them apart and pushes two fingers without warning in your cunt as you choke on a moan. His fingers feel good, too full in a way and he knows how to move them inside, working his way deeper, while they’re already long.

‘’Man, you’re not gonna believe how wet she is.’’ He tells Tomura, who hums and strokes his clothed cock, phone still in his hand.

You’re being moved up and down the shelves, his fingers penetrate your cunt with force as you feel the pressure in your core build up, you think about fucking yourself on his fingers, grinding up and down—maybe cum and have them gone, but he brings his other hand to your neck and chokes you with precision, blocking your airway immediately: ‘’Don’t think you get to decide when to cum.’’ He says and he removes his stained hands, your arousal is brought to your face as he turns around and proudly shows the camera.

‘’Look at this retail cockwhore guys, pussy dripping from two men she couldn’t sell shoes to!’’ He brags and you crumble, embarrassed and desperate for an end.

‘’D-dabi, p–please don’t say that!’’ You mewl and he looks down at you with pity.

‘Say what? The fucking truth? Aren’t you a little cumslut, yes or no?’’

‘’I– I–am n-not—’’

‘’I said, are you or aren’t you my little cumslut, yes - or - no?’’ He orders as you notice something small and blue igniting from his fingertips and you freeze.

‘’Say it.’’

‘’I- i am.’’ You brokenly murmur, but he needs all the words.

‘’You’re what?’’

‘’Y–your cumslut..’’

‘’I need the name too, camera's on you know’’. His patience wears thin, you can tell by his tone.

‘’I-i-am--Dabi’s cumslut.’’ You look at the camera and with that he finally snaps, turning you over and grabbing you by the waist, his fingers touch your bare back, as he spanks a heated palm on you and you flinch.

‘’Good, now let’s show everyone how cumsluts like you get fucked.’’ He unzips his pants and brings his cock in between your folds.

The sensation is intoxicating, your heat and his pre leaking in between you while your hands are stretched to touch a shelf you can’t reach. You don't even know what you're up against, fuck, you hadn't even seen—

‘’Make sure you’re getting this’’ is all Dabi says before abruptly pushing his cock inside you as you let out a sharp cry, he’s too big and you can’t take him at once, a pain shoots up your belly as he starts thrusting at a steady pace.

‘’P-please ‘s too much, s-slow d-down!’’ You yell behind you but he doesn’t seem to care, as he grabs your hips harshly and pushes himself deeper, your cunt stretching to accommodate whatever it can and you thank his fingers for the prior mess they made.

‘’Fuuck, feels too good.’’ He groans as he thrusts into you. You hear a sudden whimper and look around to see Shigaraki with his cock out, moving his fist up and down his length—eyes fixated on the spectacle.

You don’t have time to beg him to stop filming because Dabi’s slender hands are toying with your clit, his cock rips apart your insides as pads of his fingers find the bundle of nerves with ease. He teases it—not harshly, as his cock does that for you, but in light strokes, like he’s trying to tickle you and you feel yourself tremble, your cunt twitches and he feels it too apparently, because he groans ‘’Shit, you’re tight, too? Who would’ve expected it, huh..’’ as Shigaraki is starting his commentary on camera.

‘’Take a look guys, this is probably the biggest cockwhore we’ve seen look closer! getting her loose cunt all fucked like that.’’ Dabi huffs, skin slapping sounds reverberate across the storage, as he continues his pace, cock disappearing in between your folds.

‘’Man, shut the fuck up.’’ He tells the guy behind him, ‘’her pussy’s tight as shit..or maybe I just have a big cock.’’ You can tell he smirks and you moan, it's like he's harsher now, his cruel words—while they shouldn't, are bringing you closer and you can’t deny the pleasure he’s giving you, each time he belittles you or Shigaraki for the matter.

You can't even see him, but you imagine him drinking in your pathetic state: desperate arched back, lifted slutty skirt and red flesh—frustrated whines and miserable attempts to sink down his dick, even when you know damn well he’s the one setting the pace.

‘’Hey, Shiggy..’’ Dabi groans, ‘’want me to let the whore fuck herself on my cock? She seems soo eager.’’ He tells Tomura, who at this point is solely focused on your ass sinking up and down Dabi’s cock.

‘’S-sure..’’ he breathes out, too horny to care.

Dabi stops moving, cock hard and still inside you, stretching you out regardless, as you pant frustrated. You’d been so close and he stopped once again. Fuck it, you think, you need to get your release somehow.

You take a deep breath and start your tantalizing moves with his length throbbing in your walls, you move and grind your hips back and forth as Dabi hisses, his hands dig in your ass, a pain from a metal on your hips—you’d definitely have marks tomorrow but it feels too good and he lets you, which surprises you.

‘’D-dabi, is she good?’’ A voice calls from behind but Dabi doesn’t answer, he just lets you do your work as you increase your pace, your legs are about to fail you but you raise yourself up and grip whatever you can find in front of you—you can hardly breathe. You think you might make yourself cum and he must be on the verge too, because he grabs you by the hair and spears his cock so deep, you want to scream—but you can't because there's not enough air in your lungs to function. ‘’Enough.’’ He spits and starts drilling himself back at his own relentless pace.

It's numb—everywhere but your core, the known sensation spirals under you, fuck, he feels good and you suddenly wish for his hands on your clit so you beg. Again.

‘’D-dabi, please, agh t–touch me..there.’’

‘’Beggars can’t be choosers, baby.’’ He smirks and picks up the pace, if that's even possible— the motion is perfect for your pussy to squeeze him in tighter and while he acts all tough, a hand is back on your clit. He wants you to come undone, wants to be the one bringing you to such despair.

‘’D-dabi!, I-I'm-hmn.. g-gonna–’’

Hairs stick to your sweaty forehead, veins are popping out your hands as you cum— feeling a faint knot snap, you blabber a bunch of incoherent words and tremble, shutting your eyes in shame.

He’d been waiting for this, holding himself back but he wanted your sticky mess, your little pathetic orgasm so he lets himself go with a couple final thrusts. He groans, praising your ‘’good cunt– baby..’’ before shooting his load inside—shit, he came inside, you think, this is so wrong but the sensation is tingling, almost satisfying in a twisted way.

A voice interrupts the moment when both of you turn to look at Shigaraki, cock in between a fist and a frown on his face, he seems upset.

‘’Dabi, you idiot, I wanted her too.’’ He says and Dabi looks at you, fucked out and cum oozing from your hole. His cum.

‘’Well,’’ Dabi looks at you, ‘’would my favorite cumslut help a friend in need?’’ he smirks, ‘’Just some head, we don’t have all the time in the world, alright?’’ He smiles as you lower your gaze—fuck fuck fuck, wasn't one enough? What's the point of arguing though, one look at both of them convinces you otherwise.

‘’C-could I please have some water?’’ You try to stall, throat dry and raspy from the sounds made earlier.

‘’Water?’’ Dabi laughs, ‘’nah..it’s too far away. Here, have this instead.’’ He says as he approaches you and swiftly moves his hands up your cunt, gathering his load and your juices and bringing it to your mouth. ‘’Open up.’’ He orders and your eyes widen before you realize he sticks his fingers in your mouth, coating your tongue and he continues ‘’now, you can suck the incel off.’’

Your mouth isn't dry anymore— it's disgustingly covered in his salty cum but Shigaraki's too impatient to retort and already has his cock poking at your opening. He’s smaller but has nonetheless notable girth.

‘’Mhm..not gonna last, man.’’ He warns but Dabi seriously doesn't care. Indeed, once you're forced to take Tomura in your mouth under Dabi's glare and bob your head up and down a couple times, he pants and whines, cock jerks in your mouth, as a palm with the pinky lifted rests on your head pushing it down his groin. You gag on his dick but soon enough he comes—you can tell by the way he frantically tilts his hips up, so you remove your mouth in tears, this feels horrible. His cum spurts all over the place, some lands on your hair and some on his shirt.

‘’Fuck!’’ He groans, ‘’My shirt’s stained, you whore.’’ His voice is whiny as red eyes narrow. For the first time, he manages to inflict terror upon you, his hand’s about to touch you when Dabi interrupts.

‘’Enough, she’ll give you another one, I’m sure shitty store sells some lame shirts somewhere.’’

Tomura sighs and removes his shirt. He throws it to your face and hisses.

‘’Gross, you can keep it, cumslut’’. You feel tainted and humiliated, some fresh tears wipe semen off your face, when Dabi speaks up.

‘’Tomura–’’ There's still hope in your eyes, as you turn to him.

‘’She's about to put in on Depop, you know.’’

Dabi and Tomura smirk and you wordlessly get up, something plummets inside (your heart?), as you wipe tears inside your elbow—the only clean body part of yours.

It’s been hours since the shift ended and they left the store, blowing you a kiss but you’re curled up in bed and can’t do anything; your mind is blank, as you anxiously scratch your knees. You feel dirty and empty—you remember Dabi’s hands on you, cock and fingers inside you, Tomura’s shirt and his load in your hair, which was later thoroughly washed to the point clumps fell off, when a message appears on your phone.

It’s a message request and it reads:

How’s my favorite cockwhore doing?

You suddenly feel very nauseous, how did they even find you? Your hands are shaking as you pick up your phone to unlock it, only for a new request from a different account to pop up:

1 attachment sent.

You take a deep breath as you try to think rationally.

This could be worse, you convince yourself. This could’ve been livestreamed.

#mha x reader #dabi x reader #mha fanfiction #shigaraki x reader #todoroki touya x reader #mha smut #dabi smut #bnha x reader #tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw degradation #tw dumbification #corollaservant

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thatonegreenleaf · 8 months

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This is Cyrus! He was made as a response to the extensive lore that was being developed on my twitch stream when I was building a grunge style record & music store. (find that build here) He goes hand in hand with June Singh, and is a suave aspiring DJ with a heart of gold.

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bakeryblood · 2 years

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MILF

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

cw: Explicit Language/Descriptions, Slurs

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“You smell that boys?” Jason Carver, Hawkins resident star athlete, the number one runner for prom king was making his rounds of the lunch room and had settled in behind the table that held the hellfire club with his team of lackies standing on either side of him.

“Smells like faggot, right? Or am I imagining things..” He stood there in his letterman jacket, arms crossed as his friends laughed. Egging him on to continue as the younger members of the DnD club kept their eyes down. Y/N had listened to them talk about their current for weeks now as he worked at the closest Academy store a few towns over that the school had contracted with to provide new equipment and uniforms, shoes and so on. Your manager had decided who better to make the trips back and forth to make the deliveries than their employee who also went to school there.

So every shift you worked you loaded up a couple boxes into your boyfriends van and the next day you’d have to brave the mens locker room and get the coaches signature letting your boss know the school had actually received what they paid for. Eddie despised it.

Even if nothing had happened to you, and you never told him what you heard Jason and the others talking about it was like he just knew. Chrissy and Eddie this, Eddie and Chrissy that. Carver must have been the most insecure man in the school, hell it was your boyfriend he was insinuating things about. Not that he would actually put his own girlfriends reputation down by saying he was worried they were fucking but why else would he be so hung up on the topic.

Y/N squeezed Eddie’s hand that he had been holding under the table before brushing their hands against his pants, motioning for him to break his grip. Eddie shot him a look and looked over their expression. You’d gotten an idea.

Clearing your throat you slowly stood up and the jocks took a couple steps away, you were very similar to Eddie in that you had to repeat the school year several times but the difference was that you were actually intentionally intimidating. Not just because you hung out with freaks but because you had no problems with getting into a fight to defend one, it was one of the main reasons Eddie had fallen for you in the first place, you didn’t run.

“I don’t know Carver, I think you must be mistaken.” Y/N turns around with a smirk as the blonde before him gave a huff and uncrossed his arms.

“Oh yeah? Why is that?”

“Oh, well..You know a couple of days ago when your mom called the house and you picked up?” Y/N had to use all his restraint to not laugh at the way Jason’s facial expression changed to that of confusion. You’d overheard him talking about him and Chrissy hanging out and watching a movie when his mother called the house telling him she wouldn’t be home until late. At the time he had been all for it, excited even that he might get more time to attempt to put the moves on his girl.

“How do you even…get to the fucking point—“

You took a couple steps forward in a pretend attempt to make it seem like you were trying to keep the conversation hush-hush, “You know that really nice restaurant, yeah? Pretty close to your house, the Italian place.” You licked your lips as if you were reminiscing about the night, clasping your hands together as you relayed the story. “I figured since your dad is outta town why the hell not go for it right?”

“How the fuck do you even know that my dad is—“

You held up your hand to cut him off, you weren’t even close to the climax of your story. “I’m getting there, patience Jason. Anyway, I took her out to a really amazing seafood dinner.” Jason’s friends brains seemed to be catching on a lot faster than his own, which was understandable. His mother was the wife of a Deacon, well liked and affluent in the community. It was like his brain had skipped a beat while trying to process what you were saying as you said it.

“And I mean, I treated her real good, like a goddamn princess. I know that’s probably what she’s used to and all but she deserves it having a piece of shit like you for a kid.” The entire lunchroom was now hyper focused on the one sided conversation taking place. You were now mentally thanking yourself for taking those three years of drama.

“You better..” Jason took a step forward and held his finger out towards you as he lowered his voice, looking to the side and noticing how many people were listening. “You better shut the fuck up right now L/N..” You chuckled lightly an turned on your heel before taking a step onto the plastic chair you had been sitting in earlier and then taking a stand on the table.

“You gotta hear the best part though Jason. So then after we were done, I took her back to my place and fucked the absolute shit outta your mom and she fuckin’ loved it!” You bent over as you raised your voice, finishing out the end of the sentence, you then imitated the movement with your hands in front of your lap as if you were gripping onto someone’s hips.

Jason was red in face as the room broke out into howling laughs, ‘oohs and ahhs’ echoing as his eyes never left your form standing in the table. Eddie looked up at you after turning away from Jason whose chest was rising and falling with heavy angry breaths. “Run.”

As he rushed to lunge at your legs and pull you off the table you quickly made your way off the other side, kicking Dustin’s tray off as you did so much to his dismay.

“Damn Jason! Selfish much? Did you think those tits were only for you to suck on?” You yelled as you stared him down from across the table. When he made his move to start running around one side you faked to the other end. Maybe if Andy and Chance hadn’t been so busy laughing their asses off they could have helped him out in blocking your route of escape.

Eddie was smacking the table with his fist as he had long since joined the others in laughing, you were pretty damn convincing in your performance. If he hadn’t made sure almost all of either of yours’ free time was spent fucking each other or doing literally anything else he might have actually believed that you’d gotten it on with Carvers mother.

“What? Don’t like the idea of me pounding away into her while you and Chrissy were snuggled up on the couch?” Jason might’ve had the upper hand in that he could continuously give chase, his stamina was unrivaled, but you felt decently confident that even if he did catch you and beat your ass that it would be one hundred percent worth it.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!”

“Honor thy father AND thy mother Jason! You don’t wanna make god angry right? Taking away her side piece and killing me seems like it would definitely send you straight to hell!” You cackled as you weaves back and forth through the lines of tables until you saw the double doors quickly approaching.

“Get think about that next time it’s past your bedtime and you’re all snuggled up in bed, she’s moaning my fuckin’ name in mine!” You kicked bricks out of there fast as hell, bumping into the basketball coach right as he was on his way into the cafeteria, not stopping for even a second to apologize to him.

Y/N was confident that he’d stop Jason in his tracks, and when that inevitable call of his name rang over the intercom asking them to report to the office he would already be long gone. His boyfriend wiped his hot face, the tears from his exuberant laughing smearing as he did. God he loved you. He loved you so fucking much, even if you’d finally decided to listen to him for once and run.

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zepheriasimmer · 2 years

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Sorry this is a little wacky crazy this is more for me to "shop" from but I'm sure if you're looking for something niche you'll find it here lol

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seat-safety-switch · 10 months

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Last week, I was driving past the local shoe emporium, when I thought it might be a good idea to buy some shoes. Seizing the wheel with both hands, I roughly jagged the Valiant across four lanes of interprovincial traffic. Did I lift throttle as I approached the casually-landscaped dirt embankment separating the parking lot from the outlet mall? Only if I were a coward who drove an untrustworthy car.

After the '74 Vally ceased its end-over-end rolling, landing perfectly on its wheels like a 3400-lb ballerina made mostly out of iron oxide, I stepped out and headed into the mall. Now, if you haven't been to a mall lately, you're probably a normal human being. The only folks who still roam the shattered husks of Western cultural imperialism that dot our apocalyptic landscape are the poor souls that are paid to be there. And also old people, doing mall-walking, because it's too hot to exercise outside.

When the world still made sense, there was a plinth here, marked "information." You could look at a little map of the mall, broken down by categories. In this era, there is no "Men's Shoes" category. There is no map at all. Two burned-out T8 fluorescent bulbs un-shine behind an empty lens, the paper having been removed by some bitter ex-employee turned vandal decades prior. I do not need a map: I already know this particular territory.

Through an unusual – some might say creepy, although that goes way too far and you should get out more – agreement, the Shoes Unlimited is constantly replenished with footwear that other, richer stores did not want. It's not clear what happens to the shoes that do not get bought here, but I am sure it is not a pretty fate.

That is, if any shoes are ever discarded at all. Without a crack management team, the employees have gone feral, resorting to only the activities required for retail survival. The floor is covered in a couple feet of discarded shoeboxes, crinkly tissue paper, and loose athletic trainers which will never again see their factory mate before the sun konks out.

After a few minutes of searching, I finally pick up a box marked Piloti with a picture of a race car on the side of it. Driving shoes, I reason, or at least ones that were made before Formula One turned into a boating event. Although the thermal label on the side of the box is faded, it looks vaguely like my shoe size. My prize is carried to the counter, where I place it in front of an employee who looks at me with a mixture of fear and disgust. I have played this game before, and we begin a wordless game of negotiation, locked in slow-motion combat like two chess players who are trying to figure out which one of the two of us has to take a shit first.

The world turns. Twenty dollars – a moist but otherwise perfectly legal Lizzy 2 – is placed on the counter, and accepted at last. I change my shoes right there, throwing my old ones into the mess on the floor. Will they benefit some other traveller, in the distant future? We may never know, but we have to keep trying.

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tajlibracreations · 21 days

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Divine 9 Fraternity Robes and Slippers by TajLibra Creations

The Divine 9 Men are ready to relax in style. New Robes and Slippers just for relaxing.

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hyungeniuzzz · 28 days

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PROJECT KING (00)

SYNOPSIS don’t fall in love with your co-workers cousin, especially when she doesn’t want you, (she actually does she’s just won’t admit it)

CONTENTS no warnings!

NOTE this article is writing after the end of the formula 1 / 2 season but before christmas and the pjo premiere

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The Spanish coastline is a far sight from dizzily London. Situated between a vineyard and a national park is the modern mansion, owned by eight-time MotoGP World Champion Marc Márquez. The morning sunlight filters through the expansive windows, casting a warm glow over the living room. The owner himself is shuffling about in the kitchen, preparing a pot of tea. Despite the thirty-one year olds aggressive nature on the track it’s all smiles and laughter today. His short frame and relaxed personality is not at all what you’d expect from an athlete of his status but the multitude of trophies laid out about the house says all you need to know about Marc Márquez.

But today, the spotlight shift to another figure seated across from me - Xiomara, Marc’s goddaughter, who along with Marc’s father and brother also lives in the Spanish mansion. Xiomara is layed out comfortably on the pristine white sofa, feet tucked under her body, shoes nowhere to be found, and two dogs laid out with her, seemingly with the only goal of making Xiomara’s body disappear from my view.

In an effort to ease into the interview I ask her about the two dogs; her face lights up like a child in a candy store, cleary a good question to start with.

The two dogs sat with her. Sniper the youngest of the two, I am told, is lying across her lap. He is barely a year old and apparently he’d normally be bouncing off the walls but he’d been taken on an extra long run to make sure he was on his best behaviour for today.

The oldest, a four year old rescue is laid out by her feet. Aryton is probably the most intimidating dog I’ve come across. All black coat and the size of a lion he’s a cane corse, great dane mix with a missing ear and apparent hatred for anyone that gets in his personal space. He seems more like a docile house cat at Xiomara’s feet though, having no qualms about her fingers playing with his one remaining ear.

Casey Xiomara Márquez-Stoner, named after her illustrious father and another multiple time MotoGP World Champion Casey Stoner, stands as a testament to the legacy of motorsport that runs deep within her veins. Born into the tumultuous world of MotoGP in 2003, the roar of engines was as familiar as the lullabies sung by most parents. Xiomara's early years were spent amidst the whirlwind of the MotoGP circuit. Her father, Casey Stoner, was a force to be reckoned with on the track, but off it, he was a devoted single father (at the time a teen himself), navigating the complexities of parenthood while chasing his dreams of racing glory.

As Xiomara recounts her journey, her passion for the sport is palpable. "I don't think I could have been anything else, really," she reflects, her gaze steady and determined. "I don't think I know how to do anything else."

From her earliest days, Xiomara's destiny seemed intertwined with the roar of engines and the thrill of the racetrack. There are countless images of a baby Xiomara sat atop bikes that reach speeds over 300kmph (stationary of course) and being passed around by mechanics and strategists alike, but what was it exactly that drew Xiomara into the sport dominated entirely by men. A young girl with a wealthy and well connected dad surely could do anything in life,or even choose to do nothing at all, why decided to race.

“Dad didn’t know how to raise a kid, there was only one thing he was certain he could do properly and that was race. So he bought me a mini bike when I was a toddler. I don’t think he meant for me to become a racing driver. Infact I know he didn’t, it was just the only thing he was confident in doing.”

While most parents would gawk at the idea of handing their young toddler a motorbike there are many images of Xiomara driving through the paddock on that very mini bike as her father prepared for a race.

But if Casey Stoner didn’t want his daughter racing, why did she start? “ that was all Marc,” she smiles fondly. “Marc was only ten when he become my godfather, heck he and my dad didn’t even know each other until an hour before I was born.”

Now that much be a story. “Yeah, I mean my dad was only seventeen when I was born, he and my mum weren’t on good terms either, he knew he’d be raising me alone. He got the call mum was in labour an hour or so before the Moto3 Barcelona race started so he was very stressed out. He didn’t really know what to do in that moment so he just run off the grid, grabbed the closest person to him, assuming it was a teammate, told them they were now the godfather and dragged them all the way to the hospital. It wasn’t until the he was at the reception that and the nurse asked who the other person was that he realised he’d kidnapped some random ten-year-old spanish boy.” Xiomara laughs eyes filtering to were Marc is in the kitchen.

“Neither my dad or Marc are particularly smart. I still can’t believe Marc let some random forgiener drag him away from his parents. In the end it was good he was there though because the Doctor and Nurses didn’t speak much english and all the documentation was in spanish. Without Marc there he never would have been able to fill out my birth certificate. But anyway Marc ended up as my godfather but being only ten he didn’t quite have the parental instruct to protect me like my dad. Marc was starting to become a big thing in the motorsport world, I think he wanted to share the experience with me, so when dad bought me that first bike Marc took it very seriously. He was the one that would take me to compete in races in the early days without dad knowing. Dad always thought I was just going to support Marc at his own races.”

Her dad, who retired in 2012 aged just twenty-seven, now lives back in Australia with his parents on their family Cattle Station. The father-daughter pairing juggle their time between their own obligations in Europe and Australia respectively, trying to make frequent trips to visit each other.

Xiomara's upbringing was a delicate balance between the thrill of the racetrack and the sobering realities of the sport's dangers. Despite her father's initial reservations, Xiomara's passion for racing only intensified under Marc's mentorship. As Xiomara recounts her early years in the world of motorsport, it becomes evident that her bond with Marc goes beyond mere godfatherly duties. He was not just a mentor, but a confidant, a partner in crime, and, in many ways, a second father figure.

"Dad never discouraged me from racing," Xiomara reflects, her voice tinged with a mixture of nostalgia and reverence. "Though he made sure I knew the risks I was taking."

At this point Marc has finally made it to the living room with our tea, allowing for a short break in the conversation. He hands me a wonky mug, clearly handmade with the spanish words for 'best' and 'grandfather' written out messily, each letter a different colour.

The coversation that passes between the two is soley in spanish, and admittedly my highschool spanish class is failing me. I don't understand what is being said but by Xiomara's waving arms and annoyed tone paired with Marc's amused smile and taunting voice I assumed it was a old gift to Marc's dad from Xiomara; and clearly, by the blush that was creeping up her face she was quite embarrased by it. Even so, when Marc hands her her own cup she responds with a small shake of her head and a soft 'gracias'.

Marc whistles and Sniper and Ayrton finally give Xiomara space and follow Marc outside, allowing Xiomara to stretch out her legs. In the past hour or so Xiomara has let me in and reencountered her childhood, racing motobikes and watching her dad win World Titles but it is not bikes that Xiomara now races. So I ask: "The switch from two wheels to four, hiw exactly did that happen? From what I understand you where quiet succesful on a bike why change it up?"

"I think I was fourteen and I had this massive crash during qualifying in Japan. I was hindsided of the bike and hit the tarmac, broke several ribs, punctured a lung, and shatterd my right arm. I don't even remeber how many surgeries I had now but it meant I was put on the sidelines for a long time. So it gave me alot of time to think.”

I have to ask, “did the crash scare you away from the sport?”

“No not really, I mean it was a scary experience for sure, but mainly because I didn’t know whether or not I would ever race again. I never planned on giving up the bikes.”

“It was during an award ceremony I was attending with my Dad that I decided to switch from bike to cars. We were sat with some pretty iconic drivers. Lewis Hamilton, Mick Doohan, Sebastion Vettel but I'd met them all before. There was only one women on that table out of the ten or so on the table," Xiomara picks up her phone to show me the screen. On it is a picture of a young Xiomara and an older women I don't recognise. "The other women is Michelle Mouton, she completely changed the direction of my life."

Michelle Mouton, Xiomara explains, is a legendary figure in the world of motorsport. Known for her remarkable achievements in rally racing during the 1970s and 1980s, particularly in Group B, a set of regulations that despite its short lifespan left an incredible mark on the sport. She is one of the few women to have made a significant impact in the male dominated sport, and whose story resonates deeply with individual like Xiomara.

Reflecting on that moment, Xiomara shared, “Meeting Michelle Mouton was a turning point for me. Seeing a woman excel in a male-dominated sport like rally racing was incredibly inspiring. It made me rethink my own path.” It was then that Xiomara made the decision to transition from two wheels to four, trading the adrenaline of motorcycle racing for the challenges of competitive driving.

“My encounter with Michelle Mouton made me realize that there were different avenues within motorsport where I could thrive,” Xiomara explained. “So, despite my love for motorcycles, I decided to pursue a new challenge in racing cars.”

In that moment, it became evident that Xiomara's journey was no longer just about following in her father's footsteps but also about carving her own path, fueled by the inspiration of those who had paved the way before her.

The next year Xiomara began karting, “it wasn’t the first time I’d ever driven a kart, not by a long shot. I’d regularly go to the local track and drive around it when I had time off between my races. A lot of the time I was driving with the likes of Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Yuki Tsunoda, Mick Schumacher and Dorianne Pin. Just a lot of the folk that ended up racing in f1.”

“My first year was a bit up and down, I would completely blitz the competition one weekend but the next I’d crash out every session. It was easy to see how inexperienced I was compared to the other drivers. But I had a lot of advantages that others didn’t as well. I had access to mentoring from the likes of Sebastian Vettel and Lewis Hamilton though my dad, even Fernando Alonso and Kimi Raikonnen would occasionally give me pointers. My second year was miles better, and I ended up winning the world championship in Germany.”

Xiomara would move up to Italian Formula 4 the following year in 2020 as well as competing in the V8 supercars series in Australia, “by that point I had gotten into a bit of a groove, I managed to win a race in the V8s but open wheel driving was where I was successful. I won the Italian championship with a race to spare.”

The young woman spent a two year stint, competing in super formula in Japan (a nice return for her after having spent two years of her childhood in a japanese school) winning the championship in the second year before moving onto F2. Where she competed against the familiar names of Ollie Bearman, Théo Pourchaire, Ayumu Iwasa and fellow aussie and son of a MotoGP champion Jack Doohan. All drivers with connections to formula 1 teams and yet she completely dominated the season. Winning nine out of thirteen feature races, and standing on the podium for all but two of the rounds.

Now as, the year comes the the end and the Formula 1 season draws closer and closer, bystanders, including myself, can’t help but wonder if, like many of the F2 champions before her, Xiomara will get a seat in the premier class or will her gender leave her on the sidelines of the sport.

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kateperkins23 · 5 months

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The Ultimate Guide to Buying Men's Footwear Online: Stepping in Style

When it comes to fashion and style, one cannot overlook the importance of footwear. A good pair of shoes not only complete an outfit but also reflects the wearer's personality and taste. In the digital era, online shopping has become the go-to option for many, offering convenience and a wide range of choices. For men seeking to step up their style game, buying footwear online presents an exciting opportunity. In this comprehensive guide, we will explore everything you need to know about purchasing men's footwear online and how to do it in style. Whether you're a fashion enthusiast or someone looking to elevate your shoe collection, let's embark on this fashionable journey together.

I. Understanding Your Style and Purpose

Before diving into the world of online shopping, it's crucial to understand your personal style and the purpose of the footwear you seek. Footwear serves various functions, from casual everyday wear to formal occasions or athletic activities. Consider the following factors:

A. Identifying Your Style

Casual Comfort: Perfect for daily wear, casual footwear blends style with comfort. Sneakers, loafers, and espadrilles are popular choices in this category.

Formal Elegance: For professional or formal events, oxfords, brogues, and dress shoes are classic options that exude sophistication.

Athletic Performance: If you're into sports or outdoor activities, high-quality athletic shoes such as running shoes, basketball shoes, or hiking boots should be on your radar.

B. Determining the Purpose

Work and Office: Select footwear that aligns with your work environment, adhering to dress codes or industry norms.

Special Occasions: For weddings, parties, or ceremonies, consider elegant dress shoes that complement your outfit.

Sports and Fitness: Opt for performance-oriented shoes with features tailored to your specific sport or exercise routine.

II. Exploring Online Stores

With your style and purpose in mind, it's time to explore online stores that offer a wide range of men's footwear online. As the Saheli Indian Ethnic Wear website focuses on ethnic wear, you might want to check out other popular online retailers that specialize in men's shoes.

A. Top Online Stores for Men's Footwear

Amazon Fashion: A vast online marketplace with a diverse selection of footwear brands and styles.

Zappos: Known for its extensive range of shoes and hassle-free return policy.

ASOS: A popular fashion destination offering trendy and budget-friendly shoe options.

Nordstrom: A luxury retailer with premium footwear from renowned designers.

Nike: For sports enthusiasts, the official Nike website provides cutting-edge athletic footwear.

III. Finding the Perfect Fit

A. Understanding Shoe Size and Fit

Foot Measurement: Measure your feet using a ruler or a foot-measuring device. Each brand may have slightly different sizing, so always check their size chart.

Width Consideration: Some individuals have wider or narrower feet, so consider the shoe's width for optimal comfort.

B. Reading Customer Reviews

Customer reviews are invaluable when buying footwear online. Look for feedback on size, fit, comfort, and durability to make an informed decision.

IV. Quality and Material Matters

A. Quality Indicators

Materials: Genuine leather, suede, and high-quality textiles ensure durability and a polished appearance.

Construction: Check for sturdy stitching and well-crafted soles, as these indicate better quality.

B. Shoe Care

Investing in shoe care products will help maintain the condition and extend the life of your footwear. Proper cleaning, conditioning, and storage are essential for preserving their appearance.

V. Staying on Budget

A. Setting a Budget

Determine a reasonable budget for your shoe purchase to avoid overspending. Remember that quality footwear is an investment and often outlasts cheaper alternatives.

B. Sales and Discounts

Keep an eye out for seasonal sales, festive offers, and discounts to get the best value for your money.

VI. Embracing Style Trends

A. Classic vs. Trendy Styles

While classic styles remain timeless and versatile, experimenting with trendy designs can add a contemporary flair to your wardrobe.

B. Colors and Versatility

Neutral colors like black, brown, and tan are versatile and complement various outfits. Once you have the basics, you can explore bolder hues to express your individuality.

VII. Making the Purchase

A. Check Return and Exchange Policies

Before finalizing your purchase, familiarize yourself with the website's return and exchange policies, ensuring you have the option to return or exchange if needed.

B. Secure Payment Methods

Opt for secure payment methods and verify the website's credibility to safeguard your financial information.

VIII. Shoe Care Tips for Longevity

Taking proper care of your men's footwear is essential to ensure they stay in excellent condition and last for years. Here are some useful shoe care tips:

A. Cleaning and Maintenance

Regular Cleaning: Wipe off dirt and dust with a soft brush or cloth after each wear. For leather shoes, use a damp cloth to gently remove stains.

Polishing: Polish your leather shoes regularly to maintain their shine and keep the leather supple. Match the polish color to your shoe's hue for the best results.

Waterproofing: Use a waterproofing spray on leather and suede shoes to protect them from water damage. This is especially important during rainy seasons.

B. Storage and Protection

Shoe Trees: Invest in shoe trees to maintain the shape of your shoes when not in use. Cedar shoe trees also help absorb moisture and odor.

Shoe Bags or Boxes: Store your footwear in shoe bags or boxes to protect them from dust and sunlight. Avoid stacking shoes on top of each other to prevent deformation.

Rotation: Rotate your shoes regularly to give them time to breathe and recover from wear. This will also extend their lifespan.

IX. Understanding Different Shoe Types

A. Sneakers and Athletic Shoes

Running Shoes: Designed for running, jogging, and other athletic activities, these shoes offer cushioning and support.

Basketball Shoes: Ideal for basketball players, these shoes have extra ankle support and cushioning.

Casual Sneakers: Versatile and comfortable, casual sneakers are perfect for everyday wear and can be styled with various outfits.

B. Dress Shoes

Oxfords: Classic lace-up shoes suitable for formal events and business attire.

Brogues: Dress shoes with decorative perforations that add a touch of elegance.

Monk Straps: Shoes with a strap and buckle closure, offering a modern twist to formal footwear.

C. Loafers and Slip-Ons

Penny Loafers: Versatile slip-on shoes with a strap across the vamp, often adorned with small metal detail.

Tassel Loafers: Similar to penny loafers but with tassels on the front.

Driver Shoes: Casual slip-on shoes with rubber nubs on the sole for added grip.

D. Boots

Chelsea Boots: Ankle-length boots with elastic side panels, known for their sleek and stylish appearance.

Chukka Boots: Comfortable and versatile, chukka boots usually have two or three eyelets and go well with casual outfits.

Work Boots: Sturdy and durable, work boots are designed for heavy-duty tasks and outdoor activities.

X. Shopping Responsibly: Ethical and Sustainable Footwear

As conscientious consumers, it's essential to consider the ethical and sustainable aspects of the products we purchase. When buying men's footwear online, look for brands that prioritize ethical labor practices, use eco-friendly materials, and implement sustainable production processes. Support brands that contribute positively to the environment and society.

XI. Customer Reviews and Feedback

Before finalizing your purchase, make it a habit to read customer reviews and feedback on the specific pair of shoes you are interested in. Real-life experiences shared by other buyers can provide valuable insights into the shoe's comfort, fit, and overall quality.

XII. Conclusion

Buying men's footwear online can be an exciting experience, offering a vast array of styles, designs, and options. Understanding your style preferences, purpose, and taking factors like fit, quality, and budget into account will guide you in making the right choices. Embrace the trends that align with your personality, and don't forget to explore different online stores to find the perfect pair that complements your style. With the ultimate guide in hand, you are now ready to step into the world of online shoe shopping in style!

Now, head to Saheli Indian Ethnic Wear or other trusted online retailers to find the ideal pair of men's footwear that complements your unique style and personality. Happy shopping!

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Character Intro: Artemis (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Wombmate, Missy by Apollo

Leto’s Spawn by Hera

Arty by Zeus

The Huntress by the people of Olympius

Age- 18 (immortal)

Location- Lunar district, New Olympus

Personality- Artemis is an unrivaled master of hunting, tracking, and archery. She’s a proud introvert and fiercely independent. She’s practical, adventurous, and athletic with a tomboy flair. She loves nature and being outdoors, whether she’s shooting arrows with her brother, hunting with her crew of huntresses, or enjoying her surroundings by herself. She’s a biromantic asexual and is single.

As the goddess of the moon, hunting, archery, wilderness, childbirth, & maidens her powers/abilities include night vision, teleportation (through concentrated moonlight), lunakinesis, firing lasers of moonlight through her eyes, lightning redirection, limited hydrokinesis (as it pertains to tides & forest waters- like lakes, ponds, & streams), chlorokinesis (as it pertains to the forest), limited aerokinesis, being an expert at archery & knifemanship, hunting transfiguration, zoolingualism (being able to communicate with wild animals), including those that are sacred to her (as well as shapeshifting into them), animal replenishing, and vitakinesis. She can also turn a person into the opposite sex.

She mostly gets around town using her motorcycle nicknamed “Moonbeam."

Artemis lives in the Lunar district of New Olympus, the neighborhood inspired by her. She’s the owner of an apartment complex built for young girls & women. She has a strict “no men allowed” policy, but she is known for bending the rules a bit when her brother Apollo comes to visit. She also owns a cabin in the Celestial Woods. She goes there during the weekends and whenever she's free to decompress & relax. She also has an extensive collection of hunting knives at her place. Her favorite things are her silver bow & arrows. She has a single pet- a cat named Monday (a girl) whose soft-to-the-touch silver fur is often complimented on!

She travels often to the states of Delos and Delphi to visit her family.

With her immediate family, she's really close with her mom Leto (Titaness of demurity & motherhood). Artemis is a lot closer to her grandfather Coeus (Titan god of foresight, intellect, & knowledge) than her grandmother Phoebe (Titaness of prophecy, the moon, radiant intellect, & mystery). Artemis barely knows her uncle Lelantos (Titan god of air, the unseen & hunting) and can't stand her cousin Aura (goddess of the breeze).

Artemis is in a band called Eclipse with her brother and Euterpe (muse of music & lyric poetry). She’s the co-lead singer & plays the lead electric guitar. They perform often on tour as well as clubs and bars. They have released a few albums to nationwide acclaim. As Eclipse, she has 17 Golden Laurel Awards!

She’s also an official co-chair of the Summer Solstice Music Festival!

In New Olympus, Artemis operates a wildlife sanctuary and also runs classes for young girls & women called Hunters of the Moon where they learn hunting, fighting, knifemanship, and archery. When the girls “graduate”, they officially become a huntress. She also released a makeup palette called MoonRave as well as a nail polish brand (Colors by Twilight)- which is sold exclusively by the beauty store Olmorfia. Her favorite color to wear from her line is “When The Moon Calls”, a metallic silver color. She also has a fashion line called Nocturnal Vibez (that includes clothes, shoes, accessories, and handbags) & she's also got a chain of hunter apparel stores. Artemis is also a licensed midwife and holds classes for that in the community center! She also has her own amusement park, LunarWorld theme park.

Artemis is not very fond of the male species. The closest relationship she has with a guy is her twin brother Apollo (god of the sun, music, poetry, healing, medicine, archery, plague, light, & knowlesge). She's isn't as close to her father Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning) as she used to be.

She can't stand one of her brother's exes, Chione (goddess of snow).

In the pantheon, Artemis is real close with The Muses- particularly Euterpe (muse of music & lyric poetry) and Urania (muse of astronomy), Nike (goddess of victory), Diochetévo (goddess of sewers, garbage, & waste), Methe (goddess of drunkenness), Brizo (goddess of sailors, mariners, fishermen, & dreams), Pasithea (goddess of hallucinations & relaxation), Lykos (goddess of wolves), and Bia (goddess of force & power). She's also close with one of her esteemed huntresses, Britomaris (goddess of mountains, hunting, & fishing nets). Aside from her mother, Artemis greatly admires Selene (Titaness of the moon) who was also her mentor. She also likes Hestia (goddess of the hearth).

She's not that close with the rest of her half-siblings, but does like Hebe (goddess of youth) and on other occassions Dionysus (god of wine) & Hermes.

Artemis calls herself a “bacon connoisseur." Everything she eats has to include bacon. Her favorite T-shirt that she likes to wear has the saying “I’d be a vegetarian if bacon grew on trees."

She has a birthmark behind her ear in the shape of a crescent moon.

Some of Artemis' fav snacks include chocolate sandwhich cookies (with vanilla creme in the center), bacon flavored potato chips, cloud cakes (deep fried), and blueberry licorice twists!

Her & her brother wear differing amulets, she wearing a crescent moon and Apollo wearing the sun.

Her & her huntresses go on yearly camping trips in the Celestial Woods, traveling there by Artemis’ RV.

She often takes in abandoned woodland animals, nursing them back to health before she releases them back to the wild.

In her free time, Artemis enjoys archery, hiking, basketball, hunting, painting (mostly outdoor landscapes), working on her fighting skills (her favorite being mixed martial arts), mountain climbing, kayaking, playing music, ballet, riding her dirt bike, interpretive dance, and she’s even taken on gymnastics. She also likes writing poetry & new songs.

Artemis' go-to sandwich is a BLT from The Bread Box, a popular sandwich shop.

Her go-to drink is a rocky road milkshake from The Frozen Spoon. She also likes beer, ginger ale, mint flavored sparkling water, green tea, and blueberry soda. Her usuals from The Roasted Bean is the large chocolate mocha & the olympian sized blueberry açai splash.

Her favorite treat from Hollyhock's Bakery are the maple glazed donuts (topped with bacon pieces).

Her favorite meal is a double bacon olympian burger (with extra bacon of course😉) served with a slab of barbeque ribs, large fries, and a large blueberry soda from Olympic Chef.

“Moonlight fills my veins."