Trying Something New (clean, romanticized)
The khakis, silver vest, tie, boxer briefs, the sock jammed in the doorway, and the sock draped over the desk lamp were all his. the mesh tank top, tight jeans, and socks on the bedposts were not.
Cobalt Fox
Puting on his shoes and socks he grabs his school bag and heads out to catch the bus. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* now your wondeing why at the top there is a hakona matata i dont know but when i said it my writers block diaperd and this is what i got. now if you all
Tails and Rouge: lust, desire, GUN, and consequences
Soon tails took off all his clothes (his gloves, shoes, and socks), until he was bare-ass naked in bed as rouge, sporting his foot long erection.
That Scent Must Sustain (7): Works For Me
For added effect, he grabbed a pair of socks- but no pants. sherlock's eyes ran up and down his body as he pulled on the jeans, grinning as they widened when he did up the fly.
Nestine Capabilities: Awakening Horror
‘n’ massive baggier grey socks a lot more comfortably in a sticky squelch sensationalism knowing these’s layered attire were pure pleasure rancidness’s heavenly, absentmindedly leaning a closer to sit down without being seen or even afraid & carefully removal
My Grand, Frozen Heart-FINALE
I was ready to sock him in the face! "where is he?!" i said, throwing the paper into the cop's face and searching frantically. "malice..." said grant with an uneasy voice. "where the fuck is h- hey!" i said, walking towards neath's father.
A Kobold's Fortune: Prologue
“i bet if you attach a sock to it, you could guide the berries down the pole and into a bucket at your feet, rather than having to lower the cup each time.” “yes, yes!!”
Arkansas (Wendell)
"is it... my socks?" "no. you're wearing red socks?" "mhm." can't really think of anything. think, wendell, think! what's red in this car?
Barred: Chapter 5
His right paw was stiff from socking nomac earlier. "fuck, vaughn! come on!"
A Step in a New Direction (Long Term Slow TF)
But as his attention stayed trained on his changing feet, he could see how bad his shoes and socks were…could see the fur growing up the edges of his socks. even if he could hide his shoes somehow, that wasn't something he could easily hide.
War's Oversight - Chapter 03
When she was finally out of her utility suit, she stepped clear of the discarded garment and sat in the simple chair which often doubled as her bedside table to strip off her socks.
Pure Imagination (Illustrated by Angel27)
They weren't really legs any longer, though, as they had become seemingly boneless lengths of limb, tipped with his socks as they wormed forward in random directions, having first hit the wall behind his workspace, then began to fill up the legroom next to