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The Foot Fetish Meme

Our feet are unfairly neglected. They carry us throughout the day without rest and what do we do? Stuff them in crampy shoes, stick them on high heels and don't even think twice about not washing them as thoroughly as the rest of our bodies. Time to turn this around a bit and take care of some feet!

The Prompts

Pedicure: It's not just about having your toenails painted! Having your feet bathed, exfoliated, massaged, perfumed and having your toenails clipped and painted while you relax is a wonderful way to spend a few hours, even if it's not professionally done.
Foot Tickling: Feet are very sensitive, which is what makes them so ticklable! Be it done in a more friendly or a more aggressive manner, it's always hard to resist the feeling.
Foot Massage: After a hard day at work on your feet, or in prelude to a romantic evening, few things feel as good as a massage, and a good rub on tired feet is heavenly.
Foot Worship:Perhaps you like feet a little more than most people. It's not just massages anymore: it's about licking that skin, sucking on those toes, and everything you can imagine doing with these lovely feet.
Footwear Worship: Love socks? Stockings? Shoes? Boots? Be they clean or dirty, maybe your partner will let you take care of their clothed feet and, if you're lucky, perhaps you'll be treated to a feet striptease as well...
Foot Buffet: Ever dreamed of eating off someone's feet? Maybe have multiple people serve as your feet table? Want to licked chocolate drizzled over someone's toes? Sky's the limit!
Trampling: For those who like feet weighting heavily on them, be it on their face, chest, crotch, or anywhere, really.
Footjob: For those who like the feel of a hard cock between the soles of their feet, or a wet pussy around their toes, and those who like to show off what the strength and flexibility of their feet can do.

Original meme from here

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[Footwear worship okay?]

Go for it!

You sure you're alright with this?

[Gareth asks, for the second time, kneeling on the floor to the side of Clint's chair. This was the first time anyone had actually agreed to this, so, yeah. He was kind of nervous.]

And can I get you anything? Beer?

We're here, aren't we?

[He chuckles slightly, amused at the man's nervousness. Clint doesn't do anything in half-measures, so as soon as the question's out, he moves and pushes down on Gareth's back until his face is inches from his other foot.]

If I want something, I'll tell you. Now, don't you have some work to do?

[A grunt of surprise, there, but he doesn't struggle. This is definitely what he wants.

He licks his lips, the toe of Clint's other boot just there. He hesitantly reaches out, rubbing a hand over the leather.]

You always this forceful?

Only when someone denies me something.

[He smirks, pulling his boot up slightly so there's just the barest inch between Gareth and its toe.] This is a good view for you.

Mm...

[Gareth's eyes flick between the toe and up at Clint. The view was definitely good.]

Yes, sir. [He mumbles.] Can you... put your other foot on my back?

[Clint raises an eyebrow, but does as requested, resting his boot heavily on Gareth's back as if he were nothing but a stool.] Like this?

[A grunt at the added weight, but he doesn't move to get free.]

Yep... Exactly like that.

[He leans forward, starting to kiss the toe of Clint's other boot.]

[Can I interest you in this guy and maybe Foot Massage leading into Footjob?]

Sure thing!

[Usually, he did not like to rely on the help of others but stuff happens. One disaster after another had him swallowing his pride, and then the Avengers' Hawkeye was there to assist. This wasn't their first time meeting or crossing paths and so Matt was a little more jovial with him than he'd been with a few of the others.

It was probably also why they both ended up back at his place, stripped down to nothing but their boxers and Clint's foot in Matt's lap. After all the running and fighting and climbing he put the man through a foot massage was the least he could offer. A "thank you" might've sufficed but Matt might have been wanting this personal time with Clint since first seeing the guy.]

So, was that your first time taking on ninjas?

[Clint was sore all over. Aliens, neonazis, androids all were stressful, but this? Ninjas? It's its own kind of special. In reply to Matt's question, he merely nods, focused more on the soothing pressure playing across the sole of his foot than the rest of his night. He slides more down the couch, pushing his foot further into his lap with a soft groan of pleasure.]

Ninjas. Never thought I'd actually see the day.

[Matt chuckles quietly at Clint's expense when he can only nod at first and slide his other foot further into his lap. Don't worry, Robin Hood, he's not about to forget about that one.]

Figured you'd appreciate being able to add another unorthodox foe to the list. You Avenger types have a few weird ones, after all.

[Not that Matt could speak since, NINJAS, but his fight was more grounded; legal justice system, petty and organized crime both. He takes Clint's other foot and pushes his thumbs into the sole, sliding upward to roll his thumbs expertly over the balls of Clint's feet.]

Doesn't mean I'm actively looking for them. They just sort of sneak up on....God, that feels so nice.

[His voice goes husky with the saying, the feeling in his foot going straight to his crotch. He shifts his legs for just a bit of friction, punctuated with a long sigh of contentment.]

How the hell did you get so good at this, Murdock? Shit.

[His mind goes back to Matt's question and he shrugs. The things in his life sort of just came with the weird ever since he joined SHIELD. Avenging only amplified it, really.]

You stay in this life long enough, you see everything. That still doesn't keep it from being a trip when it happens.

Practice, I guess.

[If he sounds highly amused it's because he is. And maybe his heightened sense of touch helped map out just where Clint was needing the attention of Matt's deft and clever fingers.]

That's understandable. I can't imagine what goes through one's mind when fighting actual aliens or murderbots, well, aside from surviving, of course.

[It all seemed too much and he had his own hands full as it were. Speaking of hands, Matt works the soreness near Clint's heel next.]

Probably the same as fighting a ninja death cult. But that's just my opinion.

[As the spot is massaged, Clint's arousal becomes painfully obvious, his cock tenting his boxers rather obviously. Before tonight, he never would have known so much pleasure could be taken from this, but the pressure is too sweet to incite squeamishness. Instead he lets his palm travel down to his cock, pressing down as his hips thrust up slightly to meet it.]

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Mm, probably so, yeah...

[His voice trails, however. It's faint, at first, but that is definitely the smell of arousal in the air, and Clint's hand moving to palm his lap after it's been detected. Matt pauses in his attentions for a moment, a brow arched, before continuing. Stopping completely seems a little cruel, and he shouldn't be surprised by the reaction, either, considering.]

That good?

[There is a thickness to Matt's otherwise soft and quiet voice as he kneads Clint's heel with his knuckles.]

[Clint pauses for a moment as his eyes open to look at Matt. His brow furrows in disbelief at the question.]

Are you kidding me? If the lawyer thing doesn't work out, you have a hell of a career ahead of you in massage therapy.

[He smirks when that tone of voice registers and he presses his free foot into Matt's side, brushing lightly with the tip of his nails.]

It doesn't sound like you're all that weirded out by it, yourself.

[Matt drops his head forward and chortles softly at that.]

So it really is that good. Good to know, I'll keep that in mind!

[And they don't make bad money, either. But the salary of a massage therapist isn't what he's currently thinking about when Clint brushes him with his foot. Another arched brow.]

Should I be? Happens all the time, from what I hear.

[And if that doesn't convince the archer, Matt shifts and presses his own foot between Clint's legs to rub the erection there.]

[Clint lets out a surprised laugh at that, arching up into the sensation with a pleased noise. His skill isn't even close to Matt's, but he encourages Matt's own exploration by grabbing the top of his foot and drawing lazy circles in the skin.]

Free massage and a happy ending. You spoil me.

[He extends his other leg a bit further and starts trailing it up and down Matt's front, tracing scar and muscle tissue with a look of contentment that he hadn't been wearing at all until now.]

It's new for me. But, I like it a lot. [And with that and a single thought, he reaches over to Matt's other foot, sitting up until he can scoop it up. He looks at Matt nervously for a few moments before he cautiously tries it for himself, pressing against the base of Matt's toes and the ball of his foot between his fingers.]

I dragged you across two - nearly three - boroughs fighting ninjas. I think you deserve a massage and a little happy time. And besides, I can't let you go back and telling the others I'm a lousy host.

[Not that he really cares, so of course, he's joking. He isn't expecting Clint's lazily drawn circles to go beyond that, so when he does...]

Oh, you don't have to...ah.

[The protest melts away when Clint starts repaying the deed, and goodness, it feels amazing even for an amateur. Matt's free foot even jerks gently against Clint's arousal before rubbing a little more intently.] That's pretty good for it being your first time...

[And not that he tries terribly to hide it, but he covers his own stiff cock with the archer's foot and works his hips against it slowly.]

You don't sit with the rest of us at the cool kids' table. We already talk about you.

[He matches the roll of his hips to the motion of Matt's foot against his cock. By now it's doing plenty for him, his breathing labored and his face slightly flushed. Clint watches the other's own reactions intently, moving to lightly tickle against the sole of Matt's foot before soothing with a light sweep down the arch.]

Besides, I don't talk about my personal life with them. Or at least, not who I share my bed with. Your bad manners are safe.

Damn. And here I was hoping the flashy suit would-- hey!

[The lawyer laughs a little as he jerks his leg back, thus, freeing his foot from Clint's grasp. He was expecting to be massaged, not tickled, but he slowly returns his foot to Clint, toes slipping into the leg of the man's underwear, going higher and higher until he's met by the blazing warmth of his cock. Matt moans after reaching his mark.]

You should take these off before you continue on about how bad my manners.

Yeah? Alright, then.

[He pulls himself and shimmies around until his boxers can slide all the way off his body and tosses them away before settling back into the couch, closer than he was before. He takes Matt's foot back in his hand and watches him as he slowly brings his foot higher, heart pounding as he pulls it close to his face. A small thrill shivers up his spine as he inhales the slight musk. Slowly he lets his tongue dart out to lick the bottom before pulling his big toe in for a light suck.]

That's better.

[He may not be looking directly at Clint, but he is staring, taking in all of the man now that he was fully bare, and what a 'sight' that was. But what's even more curious is how close Clint's moving Matt's foot to his mouth and - and...] Oh-- Clint... [He palms and strokes himself firmly through his boxers, it's all he can do to sit still...mostly. The squirming can't be helped as his foot his licked and toe sucked ever so gently.]

Feeling adventurous over there? [Matt's voice is thick and even his eyes have darkened to a degree. He licks his lips.] Don't stop.

Mm. [Clint swirls his tongue around the toe, surprised at just how okay with this both of them are. He smiles around the digit and pulls off of it to let his tongue dance lightly on the underside of the others. The thrill is still there, sending warm pulses to his stomach and cock as he practically nurses on Matt's foot, relishing both taste and smell despite the hard night they just had. He really can't deny that he has a fetish at this point. Matt doesn't seem to mind. Hell, the man started it to begin with.]

Only because of you. [He smirks and nods at the command reversing direction so that his tongue sweeps along the arch of his foot slowly.]

[Surprised was definitely a word for it. Matt's more taken back that Clint's not put off by it, especially because of the hard night they both had. He's in no rush to stop Clint as he seems to be enjoying himself, and every suck and lick no matter how light or bold goes straight to Matt's cock, like shocks of pleasure that causes him to moan.]

I'll gladly take the credit for it... [His grips Clint's foot again, shoves his boxers down just enough to feel the rough and thick skin against his sensitive tip. The chafing rub pulls forth another moan, and Matt's head falls back with the two pleasures combined, meanwhile, wetting the bottom of the Avenger's foot with slick as he does.]

[ All prompts are welcome, with a preference for tickling, foot and footwear worship, and trampling. ]

[Foot massage, and Foot job are probably the best ones for him. He's part wolf, so watch out for the claws!]

( Only interested in Tickling, Massage, Pedicures, and Footjobs. )

[A mixed bag of tickling and footjobs, y/n?]

( Total y! )

[It's a raining, dreary, gray Sunday morning outside. The last day of the weekend, which means the last day his houseguest will be spending at his apartment. Tomorrow meant school for one and work for the other. And Matt didn't know about Peter, but wasn't exactly ready for their time together to end so quickly.

He exited the bathroom after splashing his face with cool water and brushing his teeth, returning to the bedroom where Peter was still asleep and tangled up in both sheets and comforter. Aside from a mess of brown hair sticking out near the foot of the bed, Matt also spotted one of his feet up against the headboard.

The man crawled back into bed with a wicked smile stretching his lips, Peter didn't stir, and carefully drew his finger back and forth the teen's sole with feathering care.]

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