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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.
Roronoa Zoro | One Piece | Very Much OTA
SANJI'S BOYFRIENDRORONOA ZORO. i am super down for platonic, shippy, fluffy, kinky, full on BDSM, darkish/dubcon, throw it at me ))(( f-list here with a custom kink for Foot Fetish in the Fave column~ ))
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if you have an idea already you can start, otherwise i'll think of something after i hit up some of the other threads lol ]
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CRACKS KNUCKLES
[ Zoro grins up at the blond from his place on the floor in front of that cutely-named seat. He's not unused to being on his knees by now, but usually between open thighs, far less clothing. Tonight Sanji's legs are crossed at the knee, one over the other, which puts Zoro far closer to the dangling shoe than to his usual goal. He hasn't done this often, and not in a long time, but it's not something you really lose with practice. And he's pretty sure Sanji, of all people, is going to enjoy this. ]
You've really never done anything like this?
[ Sanji just seems like the type. ]
[ But that matters far less, now, than leaning forward where he sits, one hand on Sanji's steady knee and the other cupped behind the heel of Sanji's heavy, custom-made black shoe. Than pressing a kiss to the upper lip of the toe, lapping a dry tongue up the leather from there to the laces, which he starts to undo with his teeth: tugging one loose end while baring the teeth careful and strong enough to wield his most treasured sword. ]
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Which is obviously the plan for this evening.
The question brings out a faint huff, a mix of amusement and exasperation, as he leans back comfortably in the loveseat. Zoro’s surprise that he hasn’t done this before seems to rival Sanji’s surprise that it’s something the swordsman even wants to do. Though he supposes it shouldn’t be a shocker, really, considering the man’s admiration for weapons. ]
No, so quit asking like that.
[ Zoro may call him a pervert cook – and he can’t exactly deny that it fits most of the time – but his sexual past has been pretty tame and vanilla. He doesn’t love admitting it, but so much of what he’s experienced with the marimo has been new to him. This is no exception.
He fights down the urge to childishly kick him in the face, being in just the right position to do so, and instead watches, mild interest growing as Zoro’s mouth works up his shoe. Those talented teeth, that he’s rather fond of, untying his laces is admittedly rather hot already. ]
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Is there a different way I should ask?
[ Maybe it's more... teasing... than the rest of the time. ]
[ The bow knot pops loose, and he hooks his tongue under the half-hitch and pulls back the same slow way he did with the bow end... though with his lower lip pouted out under the part of his mouth, tongue-tip touching behind his upper teeth. He knows damn well how he looks; this is as much about the show as it is the sensations. ]
[ When he's a few inches back, he drops the laces from his mouth, fingers lifting from Sanji's knee to hook in the loose hoop instead, open the hitch entirely. He glances up, making eye contact from just under the edge of sparse lashes, tongue peeking out to lick the edge of his bottom lip. ]
Or is there something else I should be asking?
[ Teasing is definitely the right word for it. ]
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[ The teasing is returned easily. Somehow, everything is relatively easy when they’re alone together. Everything, like letting Zoro do this. (Letting him…as if he won’t get anything out of it. Of course he fucking will. He always does.) ]
Or you’ll never get further than slobbering on my shoelaces.
[ The gaze accompanying his words would look unimpressed to an outsider, but Zoro will know better. Zoro will know the hint of a grin that touches the corner of his mouth. The flicker of faint arousal in his eyes, brought about by the swordsman’s show alone. That damn mouth is just too good, too skilled, and he knows that too well, just the sight of it working his shoe open with such little effort enough to stir up excitement within him. ]
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[ The sound is pure shitty exasperation, just like always, but Zoro still has that curled edge to his mouth too, that glimmer of amusement in his eye. ]
Keep that up and I'll just spit on them and go take a nap.
[ No he won't. ]
[ Instead, speaking of shoelaces, and speaking of his damn mouth, his lips pull back from teeth again so he can catch the tightened crosses of them between the grommets, tugging them loose one at a time, all the way to the bottom, so that when his hand tugs softly at the heel, the shoe slips easily off. He actually takes his gaze off Sanji altogether when he turns, sets the shoe almost reverently to one side with both hands, tucking the loose ends of the laces into the mouth so they won't become dirty on the floor. When he turns back it's with his eyes on the now just stocking-clad foot, not even making eye contact again. He shivers a little when he leans in close again; this time his tongue drags up the thin trouser sock from toes to ankle, leaving a trail of heat and damp Sanji will be able to feel clearly atop his foot through the sheer fabric. Shit. He's been wanting to do this since he found out Sanji wears gartered men's stockings under his pants, tousled hair just visible through the knit. ]
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[ He's enjoying himself, Sanji can already tell. If the whole thing being Zoro's idea in the first place isn't enough, there's the way he's taking his time, the build up he's creating, how purposefully he moves and carefully treats that shoe as he sets it aside... Yeah, there's no threat of this stopping, not when they have this hotel room perfectly to themselves, not when Zoro's got him so willing to oblige his request right now.
Not that it took too much persuading. It may not be something he's tried or even seriously thought of before, but he's just curious enough. Curious and, well... Well. That shiver when Zoro's attention returns to his foot is pretty nice; slight as it is, he sees it clearly after the months he's spent learning Zoro's reactions.
His own response comes before he can stop it - a soft but sharp inhale, as if there's any surprise that the swordsman's tongue would feel good wherever it's used. His foot tenses, almost trying to jerk away from the new sensation just on instinct but...yeah, that's not bad at all. ]
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[ As his other hand lifts to curl over the top of Sanji's foot, cradling damp skin and silk, the two fingers tucked behind Sanji's heel trail down along his instep, tracing the tendon. At the ball of the foot both hands cup the sides, reverently, to press thumb pads into the firmer skin and strong muscle. He glances up, finally, realizing only when he makes eye contact that his face is getting hot. Thumbs find the pressure points without looking, pressing firmly and making little circles to start easing any tension, massaging deep into the muscle. His eyes stay on Sanji as he leans close again, pressing a kiss to the pad of that big toe. He doesn't even realize he hasn't made a catty retort, too wrapped up in this already. ]
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He does trust him, of course, absolutely ( in nearly everything but navigation ). If that wasn't already obvious it should be now, with the way he feels the muscles yielding, his foot growing more relaxed and pliant under Zoro's ministrations rather than tensed for a fight or jerking away. The man's sure, skilled hands know exactly where to touch, when to press, how to coax out a quiet appreciative sound that he just manages to keep in his throat. All of which is no real surprise but a part of Sanji is kicking himself for not taking Zoro up on this ages ago, if only for the relief of a proper massage alone.
The lack of a retort isn't lost on him, and also unsurprising, given some of the things he's learned about the swordsman since they started sleeping together. The image of Zoro on his knees, tending to him like this, isn't something he could've pictured before, but now he knows him, and knows how into it he is. That knowledge has him swallowing hard, maintaining eye contact even as a bit of color touches his cheeks, unable to deny that the reverence in those calloused fingers, that gaze, that kiss, is turning him on. ]
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[ His hands ease back, leaving that massage for now (but only for now) to tuck around the cuff of Sanji's slacks instead. With more skill than might be expected from someone like Zoro, with his open shirts and lazy attitudes and his wide-leg pants always bloused in his boots, he flips the cuff up exactly at the hem, the line perfect. Continues just like that, careful crisp flips to roll Sanji's pant leg up without causing undue wrinkles or creases, until the roll of fabric sits just below the knee, and his socks and garters are open to the air. That shiver returns when Zoro breaks eye contact at last to let his gaze rove over silk and elastic and the little supple ends of leather. He can't say why this style of clothing turns him on as much as it does, but god, seeing those muscled calves, all sharp lines and flexed bulges underneath the sheer fabric, that's even better than any of the few other times he's done something like this. It could be the contrast, could be the flaunting of rules for something even the idea of feminine to merge with the picture of masculine. But, honestly, he doesn't care to examine it that much. He likes what he likes, and that's enough reason for him. ]
[ And if what he likes is already what Sanji wears without coaxing, he'd be an idiot not to chase this. ]
[ With Sanji's lower leg open to the touch, Zoro's nose and forehead nuzzle against the shin bone next, his fingers traveling up from ankle to calf, a delicate slide of sword calluses across silk knit until they work their own strong and knotted muscles into the bulge of muscle there, a new massage, circles of fingertips and squeezes of both hands. Teeth graze over the skin just above the garter; his head tips up so he can dot a peck of a kiss on Sanji's still clothed knee. ]
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