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[hitomisuzuya]

streamer!scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. brat taming. cock warming. edging. degradation. sex toy. dom!scaramouche. consensual sexual activities during a livestream.

this is just shameless self indulgence, that's all this is. thank you so much for the almost 8k followers.

recently, scaramouche's popularity in the streaming community rose. people enjoy watching him play games, and he enjoys showing off for his viewers. of course, you are happy about that. you supported your boyfriend.

he has been streaming every day this week, going long into the night. and lately, there has been more than a few nights where you are needy for him. you had to admit, what you did was awfully childish, but you couldn't help it.

you completely unplugged the router before he started streaming.

that's what landed you in the position you are in now. split open warming his cock, with a pretty black and purple collar around your neck. his webcams angled, giving the perfect view of your pussy weeping on his cock while he teased a bullet on your puffy clit.

"not so tough now, are you?" scaramouche chuckles darkly hearing your whimper as he turns the setting up on the bullet. "you wanted my attention that badly," he increases the pressure on your clit, "i am sure everyone is going to enjoy hearing you beg."

a gasp of pleasure tears from your throat. your back arches so prettily as your walls clench snug on his cock. "it..it was the most efficient way..to get your attention," it takes a lot of effort for you to even form sentences. your clit is throbbing so much you can barely think, your quaking thighs and every fiber of your being are screaming at you to bounce yourself stupid on his cock.

"you brat," scaramouche hisses, smacking a hand on your ass. he brings his hand up to flick your nipple, "what do you think, chat? do bratty sluts deserve to cum?" pinching your nipple, he rolls it between the pads of his fingers, flicking his thumb over the button to lower the setting on the bullet.

he rubs the bullet agonizingly slow over your clit, the softer vibrations only build your need for him. he smirks seeing tears well into your eyes. his cock throbs hard between your gummy walls as you can't help but roll your hips into his cock, grinding your abused clit on the bullet to seek friction.

he hisses feeling your gummy walls suck his cock against your sweet spot. "i don't believe i gave you permission to move yet, whore," you choke out a sob of pleasure as he smacks your ass again.

your hands tighten on his shoulders before you wrap arms around his neck. scaramouche blushes seeing your adoring, fucked out expression. leaning your head in, your deliver a few submissive kitten licks to his pierced mouth. "please, let me cum, master. i'll be a good girl now, i promise," you plead.

as shy as you felt about being seen in such a state, you didn't care. it just felt so fucking good. his chat box was lighting up so fast, but you are barely even aware of it.

"hmm," he hums idly, playing with your nipple. "i don't know if that is good enough," you cry out as he suddenly turns up the setting on the bullet. "maybe i'll keep you dumb and drooling just like this, for a little while longer," grasping your chin roughly, he kisses you, devouring your mouth with his tongue.

you muffle whimpers and moans into his mouth, clinging to him in the way he always enjoys as you let him wrestle your tongue into submission. you squirm in his lap as the bullet glides slick over your clit.

your orgasm is building up so fast. he's been edging you for over an hour, so much that you couldn't stop from cumming hard. he moans into your mouth as your walls squeeze on his cock, your pussy gushing as you twitch in pleasure.

"what a disobedient slut," he scoffs, pulling away, "cumming on your master's cock without permission," he reaches up to flick the tag on your collar. "it seems you need more training. stick around, chat. it's going to be quite the show.

[egglain]

MORE CHOSO WHO CRIES WHEN HE CUMS/THANKS YOU/LIKES EDGING HIMSELF PLEASE DADDY 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Giftwrapping

Rating: E (18+) - mdni Pairing: Choso x AFAB!Reader Content: dickcember day 19 - protected (then unprotected), broken condoms, ribbons, d/s undertones, mild sensory deprivation (restricted movement, blindfolding, gagging), anal toys (choso) wc: 1.7k

thanks for the ask :)) written for afab!reader- hope that's ok <3

Choso gets shy easily.

It’s not that he’s upset about crying or being needy— they’re normal emotions, you’ve told him. He knows that objectively; he feels good and his body is responding in the way it's supposed to.

But he can’t help but feel embarrassed sometimes.

Kisses on his cheeks or the reddening tips of his ears have him averting his gaze. Gropes to his chest make him hide his face behind soft hands. Palming the flesh of his ass draws out a yelp; one so loud he has to hide under the collar of his shirt.

Choso gets shy easily.

Which is why you never expected him to be into stuff like this.

Gentle fingertips met the bridge of a tattooed nose, ghosting over the blush spreading there. Just above your touch, a satin blindfold obscured his vision, purple to match the ribbon binding his wrists above his head.

Slowly, you rocked your hips against him, jostling the cock lodged deep inside.

The fabric of the blindfold was dark around his eyes, soaked with the fat tears he couldn't help but shed. In his gaping mouth, your wet panties, now drool-slicked as pretty white teeth clamped desperately onto the fabric. His chin jutted out defiantly, despite the quiver in his reddened lips.

Picking up the pace, you bounced a little quicker on his length, hands firm on the centre of his chest.

Beneath you, his strong core shook with an impending orgasm. Ripples rolled through each muscle in his abdomen, tensing and untensing in time with his throbbing cock.

It was too much for the poor boy.

Choso fussed, feet scrambling to find purchase on the bed to fuck his hips up into you– but it was no use. That stupid ribbon kept his ankles bound together. Kept his legs bound together up to trembling thighs. Kept the vibrator lodged inside.

A sob wracked through his body as you halted, sitting stone still on his dick, now leaking like a faucet into the stupid condom you rolled on him.

You felt bad, but not bad enough.

Not bad enough to let him off the hook.

It had been hours, now, of this game.

A game Choso loved and hated; one that he could never stop playing, too content with getting drunk off the feeling.

You’d ride him until his legs spasmed, until he was trying to buck up to chase his peak.

Then, you’d stop.

Motionless, you’d let him sit snug inside, no friction to push him off the very edge into his release.

Then, after ten agonizing seconds, you’d move again.

He had lost count of how many times he’d had his orgasm ripped out of his grasp before he could taste it. He knew feeling like this— debauched, desperate— would be natural for anyone in this situation.

But the way you were stroking his cheek and cooing at him, so soft and sweet, had his body burning up.

“Good job, baby.”

He had been still and patient as you counted down in your head, the soft staccato of his heartbeat pulsing a pretty rhythm inside your cunt.

A tired head lolled to the side, softly suckling on the sullied gusset of the panties on his tongue. Drool rolled down his chin– mostly his– as the pleasure in his cock melted into a dull ache.

Slowly, you began to move again, clit grinding against the short black hair at the base of his cock.

A groan reverberated through his chest as you thumbed at his pecs, running the pads of your fingers over his pebbled nipples. Choso arched deliciously into the touch, arms shaking overhead as the pressure sent shockwaves through him.

His soft chest was so sensitive; you couldn't help but spit on his tits, sending sparks shooting to his curled toes. Deft fingers swirled around rosy areolas as you bounced on his length, trying not to lose your head.

He felt so good like this– pliant yet rock hard, throbbing against your cervix in soft thu-thumps that matched the pounding of his heart.

He groaned wantonly through the fabric, spit bubbling and dripping over his lower lip. You leaned down to chase it, kissing up his chin so slow.

He bucked in your grasp, body convulsing as his cries darkened his blindfold further. Fat tears rolled out from under the fabric, leaving glistening trails down flushed cheeks that disappeared into his hair.

His pretty display had your core heating, navel filled with blunt pleasing pressure. You couldn’t help but flutter around him, clenching down when ass met pelvis. Clearly, Choso was feeling it too— his moans melded into whimpers, high and whiny in the back of his throat. His chest stuttered with shaky breaths, and he spat out the panties with a little gag.

“You okay, baby?”

You slowed down, reaching up to tangle one hand with his. He squeezed it in his grip, hips lifting off the bed minutely to reach deeper inside. The movement shot shivers to his legs, toes pointed almost painfully. The low hum of the vibrator inside— just shy of his prostate— was driving him crazy.

His gasp had you impossibly wetter.

“Please… can’t do it anymore.”

“Please what, love?”

“Let me fuck you please… please please please just let me fuck you. I want to cum— I need to cum so bad.” It was babbled and wet, through sniffles and whines.

Slowly, you lowered yourself to his ear, hips grinding down on him once again.

“Then cum for me.”

Before you could finish, he did.

Arched off the bed, clamping down around his vibrator and thrusting up into you as much as he could, he came so hard he couldn’t breathe.

You rode him through it, chasing your own pleasure. Choso’s spent cries of overstimulation had you barreling off the edge, soaking his base, pelvis, and balls.

Slowing to a halt, you peeled the blindfold off. His eyes, unfocused and puffy with tears, softened at the sight of you.

You made quick work of the ribbons binding his wrists, brushing feather-light kisses to the reddened skin.

“You okay, Cho?”

“I’m great.”

He was giving you that dopey look— spit-slicked lips tugged into a goofy grin.

When he was like this, fuzzy after his orgasm, it was impossible to be shy.

The vibrator buzzed low inside him, keeping him riding the delicious edge between his post-orgasm butterflies and delicious overstimulation— it was mind-numbing.

He rolled his wrists experimentally, cracking the joints there, before helping you off his cock. He moved to yank off the condom as you untied his legs, blinking blearily down at himself.

His tip was all white and wet.

Little strings of thick cum connected his tip to his index finger as he touched it.

The condom broke.

“Baby…?” His voice cracked as you finished with the ribbon, throwing it over the side of the bed. “Something bad happened.”

He tugged the remaining flimsy latex off his base, stuffing it into the wrapper to toss later. His eyes were glued on your back, chest tight with fear. He hated seeing you upset, especially when it was because of him.

Yet, you crawled back up to his side as docile as ever.

“What’s wrong?”

Splaying a gentle hand on his spit-soaked chest, you rubbed big soothing circles on his sternum.

He took a shaky, steadying breath. Choso couldn't meet your eyes, opting instead to run his nails over the ribbon-chafed skin of his forearms.

“The condom sort of… broke… I didn’t know until I went to take it off.”

“Oh baby,” you mumbled, kissing his forehead. “That’s alright. Mistakes happen.”

Shifting, you brushed fingertips between your legs. The digits came up glossy, connected with little webs of thick cum.

Choso watched the movement, pupils dilating.

Before you could blink, he was on you again, pushing his toy just a little deeper inside to work his prostate while he split you open. Immediately, the stimulation had him quaking, arms shaking by your head as he caged you in.

“Sorry— Sorry I can’t—“ He babbled, eyes filling with tears as he humped you messily, tip battering your sore cervix.

You gripped onto his back, hooking your legs around his waist to keep him in deep, and were rewarded with the prettiest little moan.

“Feels too good— can’t stop,” he hissed, teardrops falling onto your cheeks as they dripped out dark eyes.

His thrusts were messy— cum-slicked and desperate— as he reached one hand down to your chest, groping the flesh there.

You arched into his touch, head thrown into the pillows as your cervix made out with his glans. Precum branded Choso onto the entrance of your womb, and you were cumming before you could even process that you were close.

Nails digging into his back, you gasped as Choso leaned down to suck at your nipple.

You rode out your orgasm pressing back into his cock and up into his mouth, eyes squeezed shut.

The telltale clenching had Choso’s cock melting, and the pretty tit in his mouth had his mind doing the same.

“Wanna fill you up— please… let me suck this titty and cum in you please— wanna cum like this—“

It was nonsensical, all grunts and whimpers as he pressed tears to the flesh of your breast.

You stroked his hair, still buzzing from your orgasm.

“Let it out, baby.”

He hiccuped, eyes fluttering back into closing eyelids as his dick stalled deep in you.

“Thank you— thank you, thank you, ‘m cumming—“ He rolled his hips into yours as he fucked his second load deep inside, spurting his creamy seed onto your womb. “I’m fucking cumming, thank you, thank you, thank you, can’t stop—“

He sobbed as he fucked you through it, cock so overwhelmingly overstimulated, sending shockwaves of pain-pleasure through his bones.

As his arms gave out, he collapsed onto you, suckling on your nipple weakly. You hummed, stroking his hair nice and slow as he blinked up at you with glassy eyes.

Choso gets shy easily.

But never when he’s like this.

dividers by @strangergraphics <3

[1800titz]

NEW SMUTTY BLURB UP ON PATREON — PATREON EXCLUSIVE

CW: CONSENSUAL!!! somnophilia, p in v

It’s the prettiest thing of all, when he clambers up and props his leaky cockhead against her, stuffing in and sinking— the little halo the ends of her hair mold over the pillow, bordering her scalp as she twists. 

He wants to wrangle her by the column of her throat, press in on either side with the pads of his thumb and forefinger so that she blinks awake to speckling phosphenes at the edges of the dusk in their bedroom. Wants to press his fingers to her tongue. Nirvana in a tidal surge that sweeps her under as soon she bobs to the surface, gasping raggedly as he rocks in, tip to root—

He pastes his temple to her calf instead, forearm wrapped over her kneecaps with a stuttery exhale. It makes his ribs rattle— when she milks around his base. This saccharine thing (he draws a finger over the crease between her eyebrows, an initial, tangible spark hewing at her features from the way he spears her apart). 

He wants to flip her when she rouses with that watery sheen seeping at her eyes, leaking from the corners in rivulets down the crests of her cheekbones, like she always does. Have her gnaw into the pillow as he pumps in, prodding deep, again and again—

Harry rocks in nudges, grinding her bones into the mattress, then pummels in smooth thrusts that drive from his mushroomed head to the base and back. A piston that hones, tunnel vision that narrows, the filthy squelch of her wet heat splitting around him. Resolve crumbling, little noises seeping from the back of her throat, and then—

He’s threadbare. Unspooling. Sweating when her nose crinkles up, her pout falling apart when she blinks, and blinks, and blinks. A high mewl (bliss, the effects) and hands wandering off the sheets, sapless. Insipid with sleep. Trying to grapple. 

He wonders if she’s recognized that he’s got her legs over one shoulder, his laurels sticky and wet to her ass every time he delves. If it’s all still a smoggy murk, trapezing on the webbing of a fragile daydream.

One that’s tearing her apart. 

In the shadows, her neck cranes. A perfect spot to collar with his hand. 

He doesn’t, tipping his head over, holding on harder, hammering fervorously, cooing, in a dry gravel dusted with the remnants of sleep, “S’that deep, baby?” 

And then, “Fuck, you’re so wet. S’fucking—“

A rumbly groan from his chest, loud like the thunderclap following streaks of white outside, highlighting the shape of her head cocked, face pinched, coiling as he burrows in. 

“Fuckin’ slip out if you weren’t squeezing me so snug, pet, I swear— shit—“

[mystra-midnight]

Leash

summary: in which eddie gives you a gift

warnings: mostly fluff. nothing explicit is described in great detail. mostly sfw.

words: 1k

notes: inspired by this post by @inklore and also by the party dialogue between ironbull and vivienne in dragon age: inquisition.

You're sitting on the bed in his trailer, feet tucked under yourself, as you look in the little compact mirror you'd fished out of your purse. The light of the van was dim, washing the room in an orangey-yellow glow, but it hadn't hindered your vision as you examined your reflection.

There was a lingering bruise on the side of your neck, just below your ear. It was fresh, only a day or so old. Eddie had sucked, licked, and nibbled your neck while you came on his cock so hard that your bones turned to jelly. Even now, your stomach did a funny little spin at the thought of it. Butterflies winged wildly through your veins as moisture pooled at the apex of your thighs.

And he hadn't touched you since.

You tried not to worry about it, but you always did. Sometimes you worried that Eddie would wake up one day and realise how incompatible the two of you were with your polar-opposite lifestyles and upbringings. You'd been born into the upper class—the latest phone and brand new car for your seventeenth birthday kind of upper class.

Eddie had been born into the lower class—the work for a living, calloused hands, and struggling to make ends meet lower class. He fought through his life, in school and out of it, for the things he had.

That was what made this so special.

He'd bought you a present; he actually bought it for you, he hadn't not stolen it, and he bought it with real money. Although that money wasn't exactly legally obtained, he even had the receipt to prove it.

You stroked your fingers along the choker that was now settled around your throat. It was made of leather, double-lined, and double-layered. The first layer was at least an inch and a half, maybe two, thick and lined with soft padding so that it didn't chaff. It overlapped over your trachea. The second layer was smaller but overlapped at the same point with a buckle, keeping it snug and secure around your neck. And there in the centre, dangling at the hollow of your throat, was a round steel ring.

You dragged your lower lip between your teeth as you caught his eye. Eddie was standing in front of you with those big brown eyes that made your heart do summersaults in your chest. You swallowed, feeling the choker tighten briefly from the motion.

Your nails caught at the choker as you let your hand fall into your lap, along with the other one and that now-closed compact mirror. He was looking at you like a lost puppy, like you'd hung the stars in the sky. You smiled up at him, your sweet metalhead.

"Do you like it?"

"It looks like a collar," you said softly, fingers rising once again to stroke at the stiff material. You almost regretted the words the moment they slipped past your lips, afraid they might upset him or insult the gift he’d given you.

It had only been a few months since the first time you’d been in detention together. That was the day Mr. Henderson slipped out to speak with the principal for a few moments. You’re not sure exactly how it happened; one moment you’d both been silent, then you’d been slipping him money and he’d been slipping you an overstuffed bag, and then he’d been slipping you tongue, and you’d been moaning.

You’d separated before Mr. Henderson returned and were back in your respective seats. You’d rubbed your thighs together to stifle the damp heat between them, and you had ducked your head to hide the kiss-swollen lips.

The rest was history.

"It’s a choker, sweetheart," Eddie explained, stepping close to you so that your knees brushed against his. He captured your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping your face up to look at him.

You squirmed in your seat on the bed beneath the intensity of his stare. "I know, it just looks like one," you said, your voice failing you as he slid his fingers across the curve of your jaw and then down your neck. Eddie rubbed his thumb over the dark bruise he'd sucked into your neck softly and tenderly, then found the ring of your choker.

The bed dipped with his weight as he placed a knee on the outside of your thigh. He hooked his finger through the loop as he placed the other knee on the bed, straddling your lap.

He tugged gently on the ring, pulling you against his chest. Your hands settled on his hips, nails scraping against the denim, and then pushed up beneath his shirt. "Eddie," you said his name in a whisper, a little breathlessly, inwardly cringing at how desperate you sounded. He forced you to look at him, holding your gaze with his own dark hues when you tried to look away in embarrassment.

And try as you might not too fall, you fell into the depths of them as though you were falling from the sky, tumbling through stars and galaxies until there was only him and you.

And his lips caught you before you could hit the ground. Eddie kissed you soundly, without urgency, as though he had all the time in the world for you. He cupped your cheek with his other hand, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone, keeping your face turned up to him in his elevated position.

When he drew back, your eyes were glossy, and your lash line was shining with tears. He gave the ring of the choker a rough tug, making you swallow. "You don't need to worry, sweetheart. I have no intention of trying to leash anyone." He joked, though even after only a few months, you knew that was something his kinky brain would probably enjoy: you on your knees, a leash in his hand to bridge you together.

You blinked up at him with a blissed smile. "I never worry, Eddie." You encircled his wrist with your own trembling fingers, not letting him remove his finger from the ring. You gave him a rough pull, dragging him down atop you as you lay sprawled on the bed, feet now dangling off the edge.

He reached out with a hand, ring-clad fingers spread wide on the bed, to support himself and keep most of his weight from settling on you. "A leash can be pulled from either end."

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[keouil]

and spark our dark

"so," yuuta starts. "i’m guessing now is a bad time to tell you i'm claustrophobic?" 2k. yuuta/maki. fluff. also on ao3.

It starts with Gojo: because of course it does.

"Absolutely not," Maki tells him as much, head tilted up in defiance and jaw tight. She smoothes her fingers down the leather of her weapons pouch, feeling for the texture and grounding herself in its familiarity. "I'm sure the new kid can manage just fine."

"It's a curse school, Maki," Gojo reminds her, looking far too comfortable passing judgement from the comfort of his office, cushion-padded seats and AC on full blast. "And like I keep reminding you guys, even though he's technically a special grade, Yuuta still has a lot of things he doesn't know. Common sense stuff. He's already been late to class thrice this week because he keeps getting lost."

Maki waves him off. "Make Panda or Toge do it."

"First of all," Gojo starts. "Inumaki is useless as a tour guide. He'll just point at things and telepathize Yuuta to get it. He won’t." He shakes his head. "Second, Panda has no filter. He might just say something out of touch and scare Yuuta off for real—and that won't do. I don't need to remind you how rare special grades come by these days." 

"And I have to be the one to tour him around because..?"

Gojo blinks. "Feminine touch—" 

"No." 

"Okay."

Maki grits her teeth. "Fine," she conceded. "But if he ends up getting lost one more time, I'm not bailing him out from the Lady Fingersmith's Mirror again."

-

"And this is?"

"The garden."

"Where does this lead?"

"I don't know. The gym?"

"We have a gym?"

Maki sighs. "Yes," she relents. "Of course we have a gym. Motor skills training is part of the curriculum, you know."

"Ah," Yuuta replies sheepishly, bringing a hand on the back of his head. "That might have been brought up.."

Maki eyes him under the rim of her glasses, noting the bead of sweat clinging to his forehead and the still untailored uniform hanging on his frame. He should have had it adjusted by now. He's grown at least a few sizes more since being brought in, with all that advanced training and special lessons with Gojo. The sleeves clinging to his arms under the hot July weather were as suffocating to look at as it must've been for him to feel.

"Oi," Maki takes pity on him. "Have you been to the tailor's yet?"

-

Yaga had a working relationship with the local seamstress just by the hills of Mt. Takao.

All their uniforms were ordered in bulk and handmade by generations of the family who lived under the mountain, spanning years if not decades. Gojo told them the same obaa-san made the vortex button on his highschool uniform, proudly showing it off in class whenever he had the chance. Look how shiny it still looks! The teacher's uniform, Yaga's principal suit, and even the assistant's collars were all customised to the sorcerer.

"How does it look?"

Maki looks up from observing the Heian period designs to Yuuta stepping outside the changing room. There was a tinge of pink in his ears, and he can't quite meet her eye, but all good: Maki didn't need an audience to look over him. His uniform—now a cream white—hung more purposefully around his frame. Maki was right, he really had filled out significantly over the 3 months; his arms now looked stronger, more capable; his chest looking more snug to fill in the wide expanse of the cream tunic. He even looked taller, somehow. But the hazel in his eyes remained the same.

Right then, Maki thought, Now that's a special grade.

The compliment is at the tip of her tongue. 

"You look—"

Then they heard it.

-

"So," Yuuta starts. "I'm guessing now is a bad time to tell you I'm claustrophobic?"

They were stuck in the supply closet. An honest to god supply closet. One moment they were in the changing room, Maki trying to make heads of Yuuta's newfound physique and somewhat internal confidence, when they suddenly heard the loud bang of something. It took even less time to act on impulse: Yuuta reaching for her the same time she grabbed hold of his katana and her sword, shoving them both into her hands and ready to boot out of there, only Yuuta forced them both into the nearest door he could find before she could say anything.

The goddamn supply closet. 

That locked itself from the outside. 

Maki blanches. "Tell me you're joking."

"I wish I was," Yuuta was growing paler by the minute, hands braced against her head and the wall shaking from the effort not to crush into her despite the small space. His eyes stubbornly going a mile a minute in every direction except her face. "I really, really  wish I was."

"Then why did you push us into the closet!" Maki hisses. The weapons were digging uncomfortably behind her, and she fought the urge to reach over and right her posture without accosting Yuuta somehow. 

"Of all the million things your special grade brain came up with,” she seethes. “It's locking us inside the closet that won."

"I panicked! Okay?" Yuuta gestures wildly, fingers itching to run a hand through his hair. Up close it looked more dishevelled than usual. The bangs fell under his eyes framing his face just so. "I've been human all my life. It didn't occur to me to just. You know."

Maki doesn't think of a response that won't offend him, so just shuts her mouth instead. Only she manages to be silent for about three seconds before: "Can't you just punch the wall or something?"

Yuuta glances briefly at her. "Um," he starts. "What?"

Maki crosses her arms over her chest, uncaring that she's taking up more of what little shared space was in the closet. "Aren't you supposed to be like super strong?"

"No," Yuuta says, unsurely.

"Didn't you launch a car into the air last year or something?"

"That was—" Yuuta starts, momentarily preoccupied with his need for transparency and lets his eyes flicker over to her. "It wasn’t like that. I didn't mean for it to happen then. It just—I don't know—did."

Maki raises an eyebrow, unaffected. "So make it happen again." 

"Maki-san," Yuuta begins, desperation in his tone. He was actually looking at her now, and that’s how she knows he’s serious. "I can't just summon cursed energy like that again so easily. I still don't know how to control it like Gojo-sensei and make it stable." He explains, breaking eye contact just as soon as he held it. "I might—I might hurt someone."

"Do you mean me?" Maki challenges, inching just a breath closer. She can feel Yuuta's arms around them trembling with the effort to stay still and force as much distance between them. He refused to even so much as share her air. "Try it, then. I'm strong."

"I know you are," replies Yuuta easily, still stubbornly looking up like the magic key outside this hellhole was found in the vents. "I'm just not sure I am."

"Not sure of what?"

"How strong I need to be," this Yuuta says, finally, looking down at her. She saw midnight in his eyes and felt suspended for a moment, just a moment, because: "If I hurt that someone."

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Los Angeles Dodgers x One Piece Limited Nike Air Force 1

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Los Angeles Dodgers x One Piece Limited Nike Air Force 1: A High-Seas Adventure in West Coast Style

Introduction: Where the Diamond Meets the Grand Line

In the world of sneaker collaborations, few pairings are as ambitious—or as breathtaking—as the Los Angeles Dodgers x One Piece Limited Nike Air Force 1. This limited-edition release unites the high-stakes world of Major League Baseball with the globe-trotting adventure of One Piece, one of the most beloved anime series of all time. The result? A sneaker that’s more than just footwear—it’s a narrative in motion, combining heritage, fandom, and street culture in one unforgettable silhouette.

Crafted on the iconic Air Force 1 canvas, this collaboration celebrates the spirit of victory, loyalty, and freedom, key themes in both the Dodgers legacy and Monkey D. Luffy’s pirate dream. The shoe is a love letter to fans of both worlds—those who chase home runs and treasure chests alike.

Design Brilliance: Blue Sky Aesthetics and Manga Magic

Right out of the box, the sneaker stuns with its crisp white leather upper—a classic AF1 base that serves as a perfect backdrop for detailed graphics. The star of the show is the interplay of Dodger blue and One Piece artwork, creating a layered look that’s sleek, playful, and deeply meaningful.

The oversized royal blue Nike Swoosh slashes confidently across the side panel, mirroring both the power of a baseball swing and the signature color of the Dodgers. Meanwhile, scattered across the surface are high-resolution prints of Luffy and iconic One Piece emblems, done in soft blue line art to keep the design elegant and wearable.

On the heel and rear lateral panel, the unmistakable Dodgers “LA” insignia is proudly displayed. Just below it, there’s space for custom name personalization, allowing each pair to be a one-of-a-kind memento. Whether you’re repping your favorite player, your pirate crew name, or your own, this customization feature elevates the sneaker into personal legacy territory.

Symbolism in Every Stitch: Bridging Two Epic Worlds

This sneaker isn’t just visually arresting—it’s symbolically rich. The Dodgers represent discipline, team pride, and a relentless quest for victory—values mirrored by the Straw Hat Pirates’ fearless pursuit of the One Piece. This shared ethos is captured perfectly in the shoe’s balance of structure and whimsy.

The blue-toned anime illustrations serve as visual easter eggs for diehard One Piece fans, while the inclusion of baseball-themed details—like gloves, bats, and miniature Dodgers logos—cements the shoe in America’s pastime. These elements are carefully arranged to tell a unified story: one where fandom transcends genre, sport, or nation.

The packaging further enhances this crossover magic, with custom art featuring Luffy swinging a baseball bat against a starry backdrop that hints at adventure, legacy, and limitless potential.

Construction & Comfort: Nike Air Force 1 at Its Best

Of course, even the most beautiful sneaker needs to deliver on performance—and this pair does not disappoint. As expected from the Air Force 1 lineage, the shoe features:

Premium tumbled leather overlays, offering durability and a clean texture.

A foam midsole with Nike Air cushioning, ensuring all-day comfort and responsiveness.

A rubber outsole with classic pivot-point traction, ready for city sidewalks or gameday struts.

Padded collars and breathable tongue mesh, giving you that snug, supportive feel with every step.

This isn’t just a collector’s piece—it’s ready to be worn, flaunted, and celebrated.

Fashion Statement & Collector’s Gem: A Streetwear Treasure

This sneaker is more than a sports or anime tie-in—it’s a fashion artifact. In an era where collaborations drive both hype and cultural impact, the Dodgers x One Piece AF1 sits at the top of the pyramid. Its appeal spans multiple worlds:

For Dodgers fans, it’s a rare and expressive alternative to jerseys and caps.

For One Piece followers, it’s a wearable tribute to the world’s most epic anime journey.

For sneakerheads, it’s an ultra-limited piece with high resale potential and high aesthetic impact.

And let’s be honest: you won’t just wear these to the ballpark or convention—you’ll wear them to turn heads, make statements, and show that your style sails with the best of both worlds.

Conclusion: A Legendary Collaboration That Deserves Its Own MVP Trophy

The Los Angeles Dodgers x One Piece Limited Nike Air Force 1 isn’t just a sneaker—it’s an event. A collision of sports greatness and pop culture fantasy, wrapped in one of the most timeless silhouettes in streetwear history. From the first glance to the final detail, it’s clear that this pair is built for fans, fighters, dreamers, and champions.

Whether you're chasing a pennant or sailing the Grand Line, this sneaker lets you walk your journey in bold, unforgettable style.

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The Best Tennis Shoes for Hot Summer Matches

When the heat is on and the court feels like it’s radiating steam, your tennis shoes can either fuel your game or slow you down. Hot summer matches demand a lot from you and your shoes. They need to be breathable, cushioned, and hold up under pressure. The heat is no match for the best pairs of tennis shoes, so fear not. Whether you’re competing in a tournament or rallying at the park, here are the best tennis shoes to keep your feet in tip-top shape all summer.

1. Nike Air Zoom Vapor 12: Light, Sleek, and Aerodynamic

The new Nike Vapor 12 shoes got a facelift in this latest version of one of tennis’s best-selling styles. It’s built for speed and could be just the breathable comfort shoe you’re looking for. Nike Vapor 12 also delivers low-profile cushioning in the heel and excellent lateral stability.

Summer Benefits: 

Engineered mesh in the upper and an adaptive midfoot band for a locked-in fit.

Air Zoom in the heel provides responsive bounce.

Great traction on hard courts with a herringbone pattern outsole.

2. Asics Gel Resolution X: Durable, Stable, Cushioned

Control the court from the baseline with the Asics Gel Resolution X. Built for stability with a locked-in feel, this tennis shoe is ideal for quick transitions when required. With a full-length outsole and separated heel, it offers a stable landing, allowing quicker recovery between shots.

Summer Benefits:

Moisture management, breathability, and long-lasting cushioning with Ortholite insoles.

Gel technology in the heel and forefoot provides a softer feeling foot strike.

Strategically placed outsole in critical areas enhances durability.

3. Adidas Adizero Ubersonic 5: Speed and Lightweight Performance

You can trust your instincts on the court when wearing the Adidas Adizero Ubersonic 5. The unique half-bootie construction fits like a glove while the split shark skin lining provides a soft ankle collar. The Lightstrike midsole gives you quick bursts of energy when you’re sprinting sideline to sideline.

Summer Benefits:

Enjoy a lightweight and breathable minimalist mesh upper.

Experience a snug, sock-like fit that also provides support.

The Lightstrike midsole offers direct cushioning and sits closer to the ground.

4. Nike Zoom GP Challenge 1: Top Speed and Support

Nike tennis shoes are popular for a reason, and it’s hard to pick just one. If you’re a more aggressive player, the Nike Zoom GP Challenge 1 may be up for your demands with extra lateral support and stability. (Zoom Vapor Lite 3 is another option you might like and is one of the lightest models for casual players.)

Extra-padded mesh tongue enhances breathability and comfort.

Air Zoom in the forefoot adds spring.

Heel’s Air Zoom unit provides support.

High-abrasion outsole.

Stay Cool and Blister Free

Don’t forget your socks! Look for high-quality socks that are made to keep your feet comfortable, cool, and protected.

Wear moisture-wicking socks made for high-intensity tennis.

Keep spare socks in your bag: Change between sets if your feet get too damp.

Most modern shoes don’t need to be broken in, but be sure to debut them before tournament day.

About Tennis Express

From tennis racquets and balls to shoes, apparel, accessories, and more from top brands in the industry, Tennis Express is your one-stop shop for everything tennis. Whether you’re a beginner player or seasoned tennis pro, Tennis Express is where performance innovators, passionate players, and tennis enthusiasts turn to fuel their inner champions. Tennis Express serves up a broad selection of the latest tennis products and gear, including Nike Vapor tennis shoes, to enhance every swing and step you take on the court. Plus, Tennis Express offers same-day shipping and a try-before-you-buy tennis racquet program so you can serve up unparalleled game play wherever the courts take you. Made for the tennis lovers, Tennis Express is here to help you play at your best, in and out of the court. 

Explore these shoes and hundreds more from Tennis Express at https://tennisexpress.com/

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Challenger 7

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APMA Approved: The American Podiatric Medical Association Seal of Acceptance is awarded to products that promote good foot health and are substantiated by a committee of discerning podiatrists by wear-testing and review of the application and supporting documentation. APMA Acceptance must be applied for and is not automatically available to styles that meet its criteria.

Built at the intersection of road and trail, the new Challenger 7 has been completely reimagined from the ground up. Combining a simplified mesh upper with a soft new foam, we've increased the stack height for a plusher feel and added proprietary rubber to the bottom unit, along with a reimagined outsole design for the best all-terrain ride yet. Inspired by gravel tires, we've cued up smaller, tightly spaced lugs in center and larger, more aggressive lugs at the perimeter designed for improved traction on uneven terrain.

Best for trail running, all terrain running.

A trail-tested and street-approved pair of running shoes, the Hoka One One® Challenger Atr 7 provides soft cushioning, stability, and lightweight performance to your feet during any activity.

Engineered mesh textile upper.

Breathable textile lining.

Removable textile insole with soft and even cushioning for all-day comfort.

Lace-up construction for a snug fit.

Round toe silhouette.

Padded tongue and collar for added comfort.

Extended heel pull for easy entry.

CMEVA (Compression Molded EVA) midsole delivers lightweight, durable, responsive cushioning.

Durabrasion rubber outsole for superior traction and flexibility on any surface.

Imported.

Product measurements were taken using size 8.5, width B - Medium. Please note that measurements may vary by size.

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: SCARPA MOJITA Womens Sz 10 1/2 Suede Leather Comfort Fit Athletic Hiking Shoes.

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Nike LeBron Witness 8 “I Promise School”

Get ready to lace up with purpose – LeBron James is back with the Nike LeBron Witness 8 “I Promise School,” a sneaker that brings his dedication to community and education to life. Dropping in 2024 for $110, this pair isn’t just about style; it’s a celebration of the young minds at the I Promise School in Akron, Ohio – LeBron’s own hometown.

The kicks come alive with vibrant Baltic Blue and pops of pink, rocking a breathable mesh upper, a snug padded collar, and a quilted tongue for a fresh fit. The signature melting Swoosh adds flair, while the crown graphic beneath the upper and the “We Are A Family” motto on the heel bring that community vibe to every step.

Ready to grab a pair? You can cop these gems straight from Nike – a perfect way to bring some inspiration to your game and show love to a school that’s changing lives.

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best wading boots

When it comes to fishing, having the right gear can make all the difference, and one of the most crucial pieces of equipment is a good pair of wading boots. The best wading boots combine durability, comfort, and functionality, allowing anglers to navigate various water conditions with ease. Here’s why investing in high-quality wading boots is essential for every fishing enthusiast.

Durability and Materials

The best wading boots are constructed from robust materials that can withstand the rigors of various aquatic environments. Look for boots made from materials like synthetic nylon, rubber, or leather, which are not only durable but also resistant to wear and tear. Reinforced toe caps and heel counters add extra protection, ensuring your boots last for multiple fishing seasons.

Comfort and Fit

Comfort is paramount when spending hours wading in water. The best wading boots offer excellent cushioning, support, and a snug fit. Look for models with padded collars and tongues, as well as adjustable straps for a secure fit. Proper ankle support is crucial to prevent injuries on uneven terrains, so choose boots that provide ample stability without compromising mobility.

Traction and Grip

A good pair of wading boots should have a reliable sole that offers excellent traction on slippery surfaces. Many of the best wading boots come with felt or rubber outsoles, providing superior grip on wet rocks and slippery riverbeds. Some models feature studded soles for additional traction, ensuring you maintain stability while navigating challenging terrains.

Waterproofing

Staying dry is essential for comfort during your fishing trips. The best wading boots incorporate waterproof membranes to keep your feet dry and comfortable. Look for boots with breathable materials that prevent moisture build-up, allowing for improved airflow and reducing the risk of blisters.

Conclusion

Investing in the best wading boots is essential for a successful fishing experience. With features like durability, comfort, traction, and waterproofing, these boots provide the support and protection needed for long days on the water. Whether you’re a seasoned angler or just starting, the right pair of wading boots will enhance your fishing adventures, making each trip enjoyable and productive. Always consider your specific needs and the conditions you’ll be fishing in to find the perfect pair for your next outing.

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The Ultimate Guide to Softball Cleats for Catchers

When it comes to softball, every position on the field requires specific gear to perform at the highest level. For catchers, who spend most of the game crouched behind the plate, the right pair of cleats is essential. Catchers need cleats that offer stability, traction, and comfort to handle the unique demands of their position. This guide will help you understand what to look for when choosing softball cleats for catchers, and recommend some of the best options available.

Why Are Specialized Cleats Important for Catchers?

Catchers are arguably the most physically demanding position in softball. They need to be quick on their feet, have excellent balance, and stay comfortable during long innings. The right cleats can significantly impact a catcher's performance by providing:

Stability: Catchers need to shift from a squat to a standing position quickly and without slipping. Cleats with proper support and traction help maintain balance.

Traction: Whether catching pitches or making quick throws, catchers need cleats that grip the dirt effectively to prevent slipping.

Comfort: Catchers spend a lot of time in a crouched position, so comfort is crucial to prevent fatigue and injury.

Key Features to Look for in Catcher’s Cleats

When selecting cleats for a catcher, it's essential to focus on features that cater specifically to the demands of the position:

Cleat Type: Metal vs. Molded

Metal Cleats: Offer superior traction and are great for digging into the dirt, but they can be less forgiving on hard surfaces and may not be allowed in all leagues.

Molded Cleats: Provide more comfort and versatility on various surfaces, making them ideal for players who need a balance of comfort and traction.

Ankle Support

Catchers benefit from cleats with enhanced ankle support. High-top designs can prevent rolling an ankle during quick lateral movements.

Durability

Cleats made from high-quality materials like leather or synthetic leather offer better durability, essential for catchers who put their gear through rigorous use.

Comfort and Fit

Look for cleats with cushioned insoles and breathable materials to keep feet comfortable during long games. The fit should be snug but not too tight to allow for natural foot movement.

Top Softball Cleats for Catchers

Here are some of the top-rated softball cleats that cater specifically to catchers:

New Balance Women’s Fresh Foam Velo V2

Type: Metal Cleats

Features: These cleats offer excellent traction, with a lightweight design and superior comfort thanks to the Fresh Foam midsole. They also provide good ankle support, making them ideal for catchers.

Mizuno Women’s 9-Spike Swift 7

Type: Molded Cleats

Features: Known for their durability and comfort, these cleats have a 9-spike configuration that offers excellent traction. The padded tongue and collar enhance comfort, making them a great choice for catchers.

Under Armour Women’s Glyde RM

Type: Molded Cleats

Features: These cleats are designed with a focus on comfort and support. The rubber molded cleats provide solid traction, while the cushioned midsole ensures all-day comfort.

Nike Hyperdiamond 3 Pro

Type: Metal Cleats

Features: Offering a blend of durability and performance, these cleats are lightweight and provide excellent traction. The synthetic leather upper ensures a snug fit, and the added ankle support is a bonus for catchers.

Maintenance Tips for Softball Cleats

To extend the life of your cleats and maintain peak performance, follow these simple maintenance tips:

Clean Regularly: After each game, remove dirt and debris from the cleats. Use a soft brush to clean out the spikes and wipe down the upper with a damp cloth.

Dry Properly: Avoid drying your cleats in direct sunlight or using a heat source. Instead, stuff them with newspaper and let them air dry naturally.

Check for Wear and Tear: Regularly inspect your cleats for any signs of wear, especially on the spikes and laces. Replace them if necessary to avoid compromising performance.

Conclusion

Choosing the right softball cleats for catchers is crucial for performance, safety, and comfort. By focusing on features like traction, ankle support, and durability, catchers can ensure they are equipped to handle the rigors of their position. Whether you prefer metal or molded cleats, investing in high-quality footwear will help you stay agile and comfortable behind the plate, game after game.