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Commission - MM/M - Foot Fetish - Domination - Trampling - Sweaty/Smelly _ Kai could hardly remember the last day of peace he had had since becoming involved in Bolin and Mako's scheme—despite his best efforts to bring some rationality to the pair of brothers, all he achieved was more torture and subjugation under their feet. After Tarrlok's self-serving contribution, the Red Furrets' reputation continued to grow, maintaining the extravagant routine of those two benders who were comfortable enough to remain in that position indefinitely. At the moment, they were waiting for a direction—Korra would return someday, bringing some greater cause for them to use all their experience, so they saw no problem in keeping themselves busy in the way they had found. The excuse itself wasn't even that they were constantly competing in the arena, since most of their opponents didn't pose a real challenge for them, making the concept of personal evolution slower than when they were dealing

Commission - M/M - Foot Fetish - Domination - Smelly/Sweaty/Dirty - Non-consensual _ The last major clash against the Raiders only served to further deepen the mysteries for everyone living in The Ground. The discovery that the Raiders' leader was capable of creating artificial trash beasts was undoubtedly troubling; this group wasn't exactly the Cleaners' main focus, being considered more of a nuisance than a real threat—now, however, knowing what they were capable of and their goal, the Raiders had become a natural enemy. These discoveries and realizations were not all, unfortunately. The core group of Zodyl Typhon, leader of the Raiders, was composed of extremely skilled and dangerous individuals, each of them capable of rivaling the level of the strongest members of the Cleaners. The fight was arduous for everyone, but most were able to prevail, except for one. Zanka Nijiku ended up facing Jabber Wonger again, this time in a frantic battle where Zanka knew he could end

Commission - M/M - Foot Fetish - Sub & Dom Relationship - Consensual Domination - Feet & Food - Smelly/Sweaty/Dirty _ Recent events left Kageyama simply overwhelmed by the unexpected. After waking up and going straight to brush his teeth to start his day, the teenager froze in front of the mirror as images from the previous days came back to him so vividly. When this happened, it was common for his mouth to be slightly agape as if words couldn't quite form — his extremely risky bet paid off every second; sacrificing a few dollars and his dignity along with it, he actually managed to strike a deal for Shoyo Hinata to become his much-desired master. This agreement came with long hours of personal degradation. Kageyama could still remember the feeling of all that rough dirt against his taste buds, just as he vehemently remembered the indescribable satisfaction of seeing those cute feet becoming more and more pristine as he devoted himself to that tongue bath — the amount of dirt

Commission This story is a sequel. I highly recommend that you read the first part here: Sokka - M/M - Foot Fetish - Sweaty/Smelly - Humiliation - Indirect Domination - Trampling - Dubious Consent _ Intensely worn out by all the trouble Sokka had caused last night, Aang woke up with his jaw still somewhat sore. With heavy eyelids, the airbender slowly surveyed the surroundings of the tent he had slept in, fearing that Sokka might still be there to play some morning prank. To his surprise, however, his friend's bag was no longer there, which meant that he had already gone ahead, allowing Aang to sigh with relief before turning comfortably on the pillow on the floor. Aang was still somewhat disconcerted by the whole idea of Sokka trying to blackmail him in such a bold manner, especially for something as vulgar as the brief satisfaction of having someone at his feet, whatever reason that brought him some satisfaction in the end. However, he just had to take Sokka's word

Awoo, I hope you all had a great holiday season and lots of fun stuff! It was a very long year that I can only be thankful for. I hope this year will be even more fruitful for all of us! That said, there will be one more comm for me to post before I can start the next round, but I'll leave it open while I wait. Hit me up on Discord if you're interested! Discord: jew_2

Commission - M/FF - Foot Fetish - Humiliation - Domination - Sweaty/Smelly/Dirty - Non-Consensual _ “...No matter which side of the prism you look at this issue from, it shouldn't be treated as something truly difficult, Nice.” Shang De, the man who was not only Nice's superior but also the CEO of TREEMAN, conveyed immeasurable bitterness in his tone of voice. His office was shrouded in darkness. The only sources of light were provided by a dozen panels in front of the man whose eyes were heavy with resentment. Nice's facial expressions were obscured, a kind of laughable irony for him, who was built on the embodiment of the “perfect hero,” admired for his elegance and charisma, someone who could warm the hearts of the masses with a virtuous and captivating smile — only in front of the cameras, apparently. Now able to put that persona on pause, Nice stared at his superior's back with a slightly exhausted look, standing in a place where no one could even see his face

Commission - M/M - Foot Fetish - Humiliation - Domination - Sweat/Smelly _ The whole purpose of Hope's Peak Academy was to explore and develop the ‘Ultimates’ abilities. After building a several hundred year long reputation of producing exemplary Ultimate graduates who go on to be experts in their profession throughout the professional world, it was especially difficult for Makoto Naegi to feel comfortable with the situation he found himself in. Surrounded by that sea of eccentric and complex faces, all the Ultimates he came to know seemed to have some commendable significance, which in his opinion created a gap between him and the other students. Unlike those there who seemed to be extremely competent young people in what they set out to do, his merit of being there was given by winning a lottery out of completely ordinary students—the kind of thing that was notoriously harder to apply any objective practicality to when compared to the other students. Despite this

Commission - M/M - Foot Fetish - Humiliation - Sweaty/Smelly - Footjob _ Being just another student at an elite school, Mikage Reo didn't seem to have any interest in making real friends until he met Seishiro Nagi—due to Nagi's natural talent in the sport, Reo was easily drawn to the white-haired teenager, admiring how well he complemented his own craving to go further in soccer. Their compatibility was practically perfect; both seemed to enjoy the time they had together, whether playing soccer or sharing some of their hobbies, such as Nagi, who was constantly playing games on his phone and other portable video games whenever he could. The pleasantries and the dynamics between them were a key point of their friendship, where Reo seemed to be the most energetic and enthusiastic about things, while Nagi appeared to be bored most of the time, which Reo knew wasn't exactly true—he knew that Nagi's passion for soccer burned as intensely as his own, the energy spoke louder than

Commission - M/M - Foot Fetish - Domination - Public Humiliation - Sweaty/Dirty _ With the vast blue sky above, a golden haze hung vigorously over the plains of Mount Paozu. In the East District of a mountain village, a humble and peaceful house stood slightly apart from the main village, something strategically thought out by the owners of that residence to be an ideal secluded spot for training -- Goku, Chi-Chi, Gohan and Goten had lived there for longer than they could count. Peaceful times were blowing through the immensity of that world. There had been no evil threat for a long time, which made things boring for anyone of the Saiyan race, who naturally nurtured a strong ambition to become stronger and were constantly honing their skills — the most obvious individual in this case was Son Goku. The martial artist was able to enjoy moments of peace like this, although he couldn't deny that the thrill of being pushed to his limits always made strange jolts flow through

Commission - M/M - Foot Fetish - Domination - Humiliation - Sweaty/Smelly _ The town is tense. After everything that happened, Vecna was officially back—this time with his oppressive influence spread throughout Hawkins. What was once a danger identified only by Eleven and her friends was now more present than ever in the lives of all the town's residents; the vigorous appearance of military forces, the way the town began to be isolated, making residents feel like caged birds despite not understanding the full complexity of what they were going through. Everyone had a feeling that something was lurking, waiting for the right moment. Something bad was definitely coming, but the only thing they could do was continue living their lives in pure ignorance, pretending that all the current commotion was temporary and that soon everything would be fine. That was the kind of thinking that even Will and his friends would like to keep nurturing with that level of optimism, but they