#comfy in jeans and a sweatshirt

[sarah-dipitous]

I love the metro parks. I love fall in the Midwest. This is completely unedited

[thus-spoke-lo]

"What's Got You All Worked Up?": Little things that turn One Piece men on feat. Zoro - Sanji - Law - Usopp - Franky - Crocodile - Doflamingo

NSFW/18+ [minors DNI]

CW: gn!reader [Zoro, Sanji, Usopp]; afab!reader [Law, Franky, Crocodile, Doflamingo] - no gendered pronouns used; vaginal fingering [Law]; vaginal intercourse [Law]; somnophilia [Doflamingo]

Zoro: the way you look after a workout

Zoro never cares if you keep up with him when he works out—he loves that you want to spend time with him, adores how serious you take your bicep curls or how you look in the afternoon light when you lay down on a mat for a while to slowly stretch your limbs. But it’s when you’re all done for the day, when the heat of the midday sun has the room like a sauna and your muscles are sore and shaking, that he starts to lose all semblance of control. Your temples are dappled with perspiration, your chest heaving as you finish your last rep, sweat is trickling down your neck; he swallows hard and lets out a low groan at the sight of you. It reminds him of the way you look right after he fucks you, all heated and glistening with sweat and limbs weak and trembling. And since you’re already all warmed up, this seems like the perfect time to bend you over and take you right there on the weight bench.

Sanji: the way you smell

He doesn’t mean to be such a pest (well, actually he does) when he comes up behind you in the mornings, when you’ve just woken and you’re still sleep-drunk and groaning that the sun is out again already, but he needs to bury his face in the crook of your neck as soon as you wake and inhale your scent. Sanji thinks you smell sweet in the mornings, like pancakes and pastries, and pulls you back into bed so he can devour you like the delicious treat that you are. In the afternoons, he catches a whiff of you on the breeze, your skin covered in the salty spray of the sea, hands scented with tangerines after helping Nami in the garden, and he’s all over you, plying you with kisses and lust-tinged whimpers, begging you to come to his bunk, just for a little while, just so he can taste the way the citrus settled into your skin. And at night, he’s insatiable, burying his nose in your hair unabashedly when you stay to help him clean after dinner, taking in the way the faint traces of aromatic ingredients have settled on you and mixed with your own scent that he adores. It’s not long before he’s shutting off the sink and taking you by the hand, leading you over to the table and making a meal of you right then and there.

Law: the way you look in comfy clothes

Sure, he thinks you look lovely on the rare occasion you get to leave the submarine together and you doll yourself up for him, wearing that new shirt he likes, the one that flows over your body like water, and take the effort to line your eyes and swipe a little lipstick on. But when he feels the most hungry for you is when you get back and head straight to your quarters, stripping off your shoes and your pretty shirt and those tight jeans that make your ass look perfect but that you joke threaten to cut off your breathing one of these days. He sits in his desk chair and watches as everything comes off, and you crawl into his bed, face freshly-scrubbed, tucking your hands into the sleeves of an oversized sweatshirt. It’s then, when you’re finally comfortable and warm, when you look at ease and relaxed, and you gaze at him with half-lidded eyes, that he’s all over you, fingers dipping below the waistband of your soft cotton shorts, teasing your pussy until you whimper and beg for more. He doesn’t even bother to strip the rest of your clothes off before he pulls his cock out of his jeans and buries himself inside you to the hilt, pulling your shorts to the side instead so you can stay nice and cozy, just how he likes you.

Usopp: when you help in his workshop

Sharing his workspace with you is already intimate enough for Usopp – it’s like he’s sharing a piece of himself the way he invites you in. But once you’re in there, it’s hard for him not to be heated at how serious you take it. You look so sweet the way your tongue pokes out of your mouth when you’re focused on something, and he feels a tingle at the base of his spine whenever you pout and ask him for help—you’re so close to getting it right, you just need him to guide you, to stand behind you and place his hands on yours and make sure the welding equipment stays steady. Watching the way you grip that piece of metal piping your working with in a way that makes him wish your hands were wrapped around his length instead…it takes everything he has not to grab you and sit you on top his worktable, to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you against him, let you feel just how much you drive him crazy. But he resists, at least for the moment, anyway--hearing you describe just how hard that steel is and how hot and sweaty you've become doing all this work pushes him to the brink soon enough, and he has no qualms in showing you exactly how skilled his hands are.

Franky: when you show just a little bit of skin

Coming from a man who walks around in an open shirt and swim briefs, this sounds pretty rich. But there’s just something so tantalizing about seeing a hint of skin and having to imagine what’s underneath, like that time your leggings were more sheer than you thought, and you bent over to grab the laundry basket and he got a quick glimpse of your panties (that happened to be the same pattern as one of his shirts). It was enough to drive him to distraction for the rest of the day and make him glad he was alone in the engine room, barely able to contain the way his cock pulsed every time he remembered how you looked. He loves that one sweater you wear, too—the one that just won’t stay on your shoulder and keeps slipping down, exposing just the slightest bit of soft skin in the afternoon sun, and the way it leads his eyes down to the way the fabric settles over your breasts. And don’t even get him started on that hint of your tummy he gets to see when you reach up to grab something off a high shelf, reminding him how easy it would be to wrap his big hand around your waist and just slide it right on up until he can feel the silky material of that nice bra he bought you…have mercy.

Crocodile: the way you look getting ready for dinner

It’s so routine now that you don’t seem to mind—at first it alarmed you, made you feel like prey when Crocodile would sit on the velvet couch in your quarters, his arms draped across the back, a cigar clenched in his teeth, and he’d watch you ready yourself for that evening’s festivities. But now, you almost welcomed the way his predatory gaze would settle on you as you sit at your vanity and paint your lips; you throw a wink and a pout his way now and again in the mirror, almost tempting him to ruin that pretty makeup after you’ve spent so long putting it on. He loves how your body moves, almost sleek and catlike, around the room, slinking into your closet and asking him which dress he likes better. He shifts in his seat as you wriggle into that pretty blue number he adores, and throbs as you glance over your shoulder and bat your eyes, asking him sweetly to come zip you up. And how can he refuse? Of course, by the time he crosses the room and reaches you, you both know that he has no plans to move that zipper an inch, and instead you feel the tip of his hook lifting your hem as he growls in your ear to bend over—he’s going to take care of that needy pussy of yours before you ever step foot out of your room. Guess you’ll be late for dinner, again.

Doflamingo: the way you look when you’re sleeping

He chuckles quietly and wonders if you fell asleep this way on purpose—the silken nightgown he dressed you in before he left for the evening has been discarded on the floor, and you lay atop the sheets, your body completely bare and bathed in moonlight. He slowly circles the bed like a predator, admiring the way your limbs are stretched out, arms flung above your head, your legs spread, one knee bent and lolled to the side, exposing your pretty little cunt. It looks just like the way you fling yourself onto the mattress when you’re feeling needy, how you toss your dress at him and lay back against the plush pillows, biting your lip and beckoning him to you with sweet pleas of I need you. He licks his lips at how your slit glistens, and wonders if you’re dreaming of him, wonders if perhaps you touched yourself thinking of him before you fell asleep. He sits carefully on the edge of the bed and watches you sleep a little longer, your lashes fluttering slightly as you moan and shift, your breasts heaving as you inhale deeply and sigh. You tempt him even in slumber, and he palms the throbbing hardness that pushes against his slacks, groaning softly as he decides if he should wake you with his fingers, his tongue, or his cock.

[nyc-looks]

Iwona, 52

“I’m wearing a vintage motorcycle jacket from Urban Outfitters, vintage Easy Tiger sweatshirt from L Train Vintage, vintage white jeans from Unearth Vintage, vintage Zodiac cowboy boots from Madame Fortuna in Narrowsburg, Okkia sunglasses, and Totem Salvaged Eye tote. I love color and patterns. I don’t overthink my style or worry if things go together or not. In my fashion world there aren’t very many rules. Wear what you like and have fun. Recently I got into long board dancing (skating) so wearing more sporty outfits, graphic tees, sneakers etc. For the evening I love to feel feminine and pretty so I’m often reaching for more fitted pieces. I love to dance so I also have to be comfy. Overall, my closet is full of beautiful vintage and new pieces that reflect my colorful and happy life.”

Apr 6, 2024 ∙ Industry City

[roosterforme]

I feel like Bob would be really good at overstimulation because he's so patient. He'd have you naked and in tears, several orgasms deep before he even took his shirt off.

I'm going to pretend @attapullman sent this (but she'd never go nonny about Bob), because I wrote this little ficlet as a birthday treat in response to this sexy thought. Happy birthday, Morgan!

I Need a Minute (Bob Floyd x Reader)

contains smut, fingering, adult language, overstimulation and confident Bob

Your boyfriend was not someone to mess with. You knew that for a fact. Sure, he looked sweet and innocent in his wire rimmed glasses and unassuming shirts, but inside, he was a thinker. A planner. Someone who took all the time necessary to make a decision and formulate a plan. And in your case, he was currently working on exacting his revenge.

Anyone else would have a hard time reading it on his face, but you knew him well enough to notice the soft twitch of his lips and the subtle glances he was sending your way. It was your own fault for the way you teased him at the diner, sliding your hand up inch by inch beneath the napkin that was spread out on his lap until you got to the sweet spot. While you casually talked to all of his aviator friends, you stroked him slowly through his jeans. As you laughed with Mickey and Javy, you gave him a little squeeze just to hear his soft grunt.

When everyone started to stand up, Bob was blushing as he said, "I need a minute." And you left him high and dry, climbing out of the oversized booth and making a mad dash for Natasha's car while Bob tried to hide what you did to him.

As you traipsed across the sandy beach with everyone else, Bob finally reached for your free hand. "Why don't we spread our blanket out over here?" he asked, tugging you to a stop. "The fireworks would be starting up in just a few minutes," he added. "We should get settled in."

He seemed completely calm, so you shook out the beach blanket and curled up with him so you were sitting between his legs. "Are you comfy?" you asked him over your shoulder, and he kissed the tip of your nose, making you smile.

"Very," he promised, and you turned to face the ocean just as the first red, green and orange fireworks lit up the sky. Even though you were wearing his Naval Academy sweatshirt over your sundress, you shivered as he whispered, "I'm about to be a lot more comfortable than you."

"What?" you gasped, realizing that everyone else was sitting in front of you. There was nobody watching as Bob gently pulled your legs further apart and kissed the side of your neck. Nobody noticed a damn thing when he tugged the fabric slowly up your legs and ran his thumb along your underwear, sending you scooting back against him. "What are you doing?" you whined softly, giving yourself away.

His fingers paused on the thin strip of cotton hiding your pussy from him. "Oh. You want this, huh?" When you nodded, dazed eyes focused on the fireworks, he kissed your earlobe. "You say that now."

One long finger slipped inside the elastic band of your underwear, and you gasped his name. Bob let his digit glide slowly up and down your slit while he made casually offhand comments like, "The green fireworks are my favorite. Did you know they are made out of barium salts?" Your only response was to moan a little louder, and he didn't stop you. The loud booming sounds blocked out your whines and breathy gasps as he slipped that finger inside you, lazily fucking you with it while his thumb found you clit.

He punctuated every thrust with a little swirl of his thumb, varying the speed as he went. You tried desperately to fuck yourself on that long finger, but he held you in place with his other hand. You were playing his little game now, and you knew it would be a little while before you came. 

His lips worked at your neck until you could feel a bruise forming. His teeth grazed your skin softly when you started to hiccup. You found out the hard way that the city of San Diego put on a glamorous thirty minute fireworks display for holidays, and Bob teased you for twenty-eight of them. Your breathing was so loud as he pumped his hand beneath your dress and whispered, "You want to come, don't you? You want to soak my hand even more, huh?"

"Bob!" you begged loud enough that one of the others must have heard, but Bob just kept slowing his pace until you felt tears in your eyes. Your makeup was probably a mess. Sweat broke out on your brow. But he just slowed down until he was gently tapping your pussy with his fingers.

"Ask me really nicely."

"Please, Bob!" Your voice broke on the words as he rammed two fingers deep inside you and stroked your clit with his thumb. The grand finale of fireworks blasted across the sky as you finally came, eyes closed and back arched. You didn't care who saw you like this as long as you got the relief you needed.

He kissed that tender spot behind your ear and whispered, "You're lucky I'm so nice," as you rolled your hips against the heel of his hand. And then he was slipping it back out of your panties and tugging your dress into place as everyone around you started to collect their things. When he stood up and looked down at you, he smirked as you sprawled out on your back, your limbs completely boneless. "You ready to go?" he asked with his hands on his hips.

"I need a minute."

[wheatnoodle]

robin is using everything in her power to find steve a boyfriend. now that she had finally gotten her head out of her ass to see that nancy didn’t find her rambling annoying, but charming and that got comfy in their new relationship, she wanted nothing more than the same for her best friend.

for too long, robin has stood back and watched as steve got used and played again and again. too many men and women coming around and flashing him pretty smiles and saying all the right things just to take him on a date, get him to drop his pants, and then he’d never hear from them again. she sees the way it effects him, the way he seems to be deteriorating right before her eyes.

he’s given up flirting with the babes that walk in the front door of their job, choosing to stay behind the counter. he leans on his fist, flips through a magazine and only glances up to say hello.

unless, of course, that customer is eddie munson. eddie, who will come in so quiet and lean down in steve’s space to break him from his trance. and steve will smile. and he’ll blush. and he’ll giggle and look away so eddie can’t see how flustered he is. and he waves the late fees every time. and she continues to watch.

robin is using everything in her power to get steve eddie as a boyfriend. sweet eddie who holds the door for steve and makes him smile brighter than robin has ever seen.

and it’s this reason that she was able to convince steve to join her and nancy at a bar in indy and invite eddie along so he “doesn’t third wheel”. meaning it’s also this reason she’s currently tearing apart steve’s closet for the perfect “date me!” outfit. because if he pulls up to this place in a polo and robin’s the one who brought him? she could never go back.

“robs, i can’t wear these.” steve is bright red in the face as he looks over his shoulder in the mirror. she got him in the tightest jeans he owns, the denim light and hugging every single curve from the waist down. he’s lucky he can even breathe in them. he hates how his butt is on display and there’s no room in his crotch to move comfortably and what if his knees get cold where they’re exposed to the outside elements?

“you absolutely can and you absolutely will. turn around and let me pretend you’re a girl so i can drool over your ass,” robin whistles from her place on his bed. she’s surrounded by piles of clothes, a multicolored avalanche of preppy and she just might go insane. “now you need a shirt.”

“i don’t get why you’re putting in all this effort. i’m just gonna embarrass myself in front of him. especially if i try to make a move,” steve grumbles and tugs his current sweatshirt over his head. robin’s got a pair of scissors from his bedside drawer and a clearly well-loved pink floyd t-shirt in hand. “what are you doing?”

“how much do you love this shirt?”

“robin don’t you-“

“how much, steven.” her gaze is firm and he knows it best to just give in. he rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a huff and robin smiles back at him in victory. he’s turned back to the mirror, listening to the sound of slicing fabric behind him.

she tosses it to him once she’s done and he pulls it over his head. dear god his waist is on display. and the trail of hair down to- oh this is humiliating. “robin.”

“steve!” she squeals, clapping her hands together.

“robin,” he whines, throwing his head back and tugging at the jagged edge of the shirt.

“steve!” she answers in the same tone with a bright smile. “you’re so hot! eddie is going to eat you up and if he doesn’t, then somebody else absolutely will.”

“you think so?” steve looks at her through the mirror. a soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips and she can’t help but smile back, full of love and warmth.

“i know so.”

[aniesvision]

𝟗- 𝑨𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒔

♧︎︎︎ 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝 𝚡 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚡 𝚏! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒑𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 (𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚), 𝒎𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔'𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔!𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒇! 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝚊/𝚗: 𝒊'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒊 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 ☕︎

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒚

After playing for so long, I started to sweat a lot, and, thinking I was alone, I took my shirt off to feel more of the wind. I was using a sports bra underneath so it wasn't a problem. I was starting to feel hopeless in basketball, the tiredness consuming me enough not to think properly before throwing the ball, and I decided it was time to get inside and take a long shower. That's when I realized my shirt wasn't where I left it, nor my phone.

I look around, meeting Chris and Matt with my eyes, the cute but annoying neighbors, and in their hands, my shirt and phone being held by them.

-It's not funny, give them back. -I say, walking closer to the small fence of plants with arms crossed over my chest.

-I think it's funny, don't you think it's funny Matt? -Chris asks, putting my shirt in his jeans pocket.

-Pretty funny, actually. -Matt replies, analyzing my phone like he's never seen one.

I roll my eyes, tying my hair up in a quick bun.

-What do you guys want this time?

They acted like this ever since my parents had a dinner party to the neighbors, and with so little conversation they decided I'd be the girl they'd annoy whenever they could. Most of the time they'd do something like this, they'd ask for something to return my stuff. Sometimes as simple as some sodas or snacks, or maybe to use my pool with their friends, even a kiss on their cheeks whenever they were feeling a little bolder, but nothing too bad.

Chris and Matt share a look, like they've talked about what they were going to say before and it was finally the time.

-A kiss. -Chris says, almost sounding innocent, but I knew that undertone too well.

I raise an eyebrow at him, not convinced, and they laugh like my expression is a joke.

-A kiss? -I ask, suspicious, taking a step back to look around and make sure no one else were watching us.

-A real one. -Matt completes, putting my phone in his pocket and crossing his arms.

I look between them, my eyes widening a bit when I realize what he meant by "real one".

-I'm not kissing any of you! -I'm quick to respond, shaking my head in denial.

Well, one thing was a simple kiss on the cheek, but kissing like mouth to mouth, with tongue, and both of them? They must be out of their minds.

-Suit yourself, princess, no shirt or phone back to you.

I sigh, too tired to even fight back. I just needed a long shower and a big glass of cold water.

-Whatever. -I say, showing them my middle finger and ignoring their laughs as I walk into my house.

I walk straight to my room, close the door behind me and grab a pair of comfy clothes. Taking a shower was exactly what I needed to feel better, the warm water hitting my shoulders, the smell of my hair products, how smooth my skin felt after I shaved it and moisturized, it was a life changer.

Already with my hair half dry, a long sweatshirt and large shorts my mind felt light and I was ready to ruin it by trying once again to get my phone back, since I wouldn't just let my stupid neighbors have it.

I slip on some crocs and make my way to the back door, it was easier to burst into their house from it. I walked in, looking around to find any hints of where they were, and started to open some doors until I found them. Chris was holding my shirt up, making a joke I didn't catch while Matt stayed sat on the edge of the bed, both laughing.

Their eyes met mine and I raised an eyebrow at them, my hand still holding the handle as I changed the weight of my body from one leg to another.

-Give me my stuff back. -I ask, looking between them.

-How did you get in? -Matt asks back, ignoring my request.

Just one single sentence was enough to make me lose all my patience, something inside me just can't sympathize with them.

I sigh and take a few steps closer, grabbing my shirt back from Chris's hands and turning around.

-Phone, Matt. -I say, not wanting to stay any longer in their company.

He smirks at me, leaning backward and propping himself on his elbows, tilting his head slightly like he was mocking me.

-Oh, but you haven't kissed any of us yet, you know what you have to do, sweetheart.

I could hear Chris' laugh behind me, making me even more stressed.

-I'm not kissing any of you.

I extend my hand in Matt's direction, taking deep breaths not to slap his face right here and now.

-Give me my phone, Matt, I'm serious.

He chuckles, leaning forward and grabbing my hand, pulling me closer to him and almost making me lose my balance.

-Just a quick little kiss, c'mon.

His eyes roam around my face as his stupid smirk stays on his face, his hand holding mine with a strength I wasn't able to pull away from.

-No.

-No?

Before I was able to deny it again, Chris decided it was a good idea to push me into Matt, making me completely lose my balance and fall on his lap, involuntarily straddling him for a second. I immediately use his shoulder as support to pull me up again, both of them laughing like always.

-I'm gonna fucking kill you both!

I stormed out of the room, not even looking at where I was going until I bumped into someone.

I look up and see Nick's confused face.

-Wow, hold on, girl. -He says.

Nick's the only decent one of all three of them, but I still don't talk to him a lot.

I sigh in frustration, wondering if I could make him talk to his brothers and get my phone back.

-Sorry, they're being assholes again. -I roll my eyes, looking away from Nick and crossing my arms over my chest. At least I took my shirt back and it was safe in my pocket.

-What did they do this time?

Nick knew his brothers acted like this towards me, whenever he saw it happening he intervened, and for some reason Matt and Chris listened to him.

-They stole my phone and a shirt I took off to play basketball outside. I took the shirt back, but they don't want to give me my phone.

Nick's face dropped, passing through me to burst into the room his brothers were in and yell at them until they gave my phone to him so he could give me back. He apologized and said his brothers were idiots, which made me laugh. Again, the only decent one. I thank him before walking back to my house.

🍂

I was finally in peace again, watching some tiktoks before dinner time when I heard knocks on my window. My first thought when I saw the two dumbheads behind the glass was to close the curtains and turn my lights off, but I didn't.

I slide the window up, leaning against it.

-What?

-We came here to apologize. -Chris says, tapping my hands so I would back off and they could climb into my room without being invited.

I step back, watching as they look around my room.

-Yeah, right, and why did you two need to invade my room to this? -I ask, slapping Matt's hand when he tries to go through my stuff.

-Nick said it's best to apologize in person. -Chris shrugs, taking a seat on the edge of my bed.

-Nice, apologies accepted, now leave. -I point to my window.

-Won't even let us show you how sorry we are?

Matt places his hands on my hips, whispering against my ear and pulling me closer to him so my back is touching his front. My eyes widen a bit and I try to push him away, but at the same time Chris's hands start to caress my thighs and I basically freeze.

-What are you doing? -I whisper, looking down at Chris's hands in confusion.

Matt moves my hair to the side, prepping kisses on my neck and shoulder, gently biting my earlobe.

-Relax, we're just apologizing.

I didn't know what to do and Chris noticed that, chuckling at my state and slowly standing up, keeping his hands on my thighs.

-You really need to put an end to this attitude, don't you think?

His tone was lower and his fingertips worked their way up my hips.

-I have no attitude, you two just annoy me. -I look away from him.

Matt moves to sit on my bed, manspreading as his brother stays in front of me.

-Oh, c'mon, I heard you and your friend talking about me and Matt the other day.

My eyes widen when I hear it, I did talk about them one of these days when a friend from college went by, but I was slightly drunk.

-You should close your window more often, baby, I can hear a lot from my room when you leave it open.

He smirks down at me, making me truly nervous for the first time.

-What do you mean? -I ask, keeping my nonchalant mask although I knew exactly what he was talking about, I just refused to believe it.

-You know what I'm talking about, don't you?

He steps closer, tightening his hold on my hips and keeping eye contact.

-You just need to hear me saying that I can hear you touching yourself every night, right? That you take turns and some days you think about me, others you think about my brother.

I feel my cheeks burning as I take steps back, placing my hands on the edge of the vanity behind me. I just shake my head in denial, completely embarrassed. I didn't know he could hear me, but I also didn't mind closing the window in case he could.

-I think you wanted me to hear you.

-No, I–

-You wanted me to hear you moaning my name, didn't you? What were you thinking about?

He moves one hand to my face, pushing my hair behind my ear and looking at me with amusement.

-Were you imagining me kissing you? -He continues talking.

I just kept looking at him back, having no words to say back, but my eyes were giving him all the answers he wanted.

-Touching you?

He chuckles when I swallow at his last question, knowing it means that he's right, and I hate just how right he is.

-And what did you think about Matt, huh? Just me touching you wasn't enough? -He teases, leaning closer to whisper in my ear. -Who was better?

He pulls back, taking a seat next to Matt and propping himself on his palms.

-I say, since you still owe us our kisses and you can't decide, you let both of us kiss you and in the end you tell us who's better.

Honestly, I can't deny they were telling the truth. I think about them on different nights depending on whoever I'd find it more annoying that day. I knew they started to piss me off as a joke, but they continued to do it even though we could've been friends. I guess they liked to see me mad, and I liked the attention, or else I wouldn't let them annoy me so much.

-Both? -I ask, in a whisper, snapping off the trance I was in and wondering if they were aware of what they were asking for.

-Unless you want to choose one.

I shake my head, looking between them. The annoyance was still there, but it was being replaced by a not-so-new feeling that was going straight to my core.

-You get to hear her every night, I'm kissing her first. -Matt dives in, standing up and walking in my direction.

My heart beats fast as I follow him with my eyes, cheeks red in embarrassment and a nervousness that I haven't felt for a long time. Matt's hands cup my face, lifting it and keeping eye contact for a second, something in his expression changed, he wanted to be sure this wasn't too much.

-Can I? -He asks in a whisper, making sure I want it back.

With a small shy nod of my head he leans closer, ghosting my lips with a smirk before fully pressing them against mine. His lips were soft and it felt weird to be kissing my annoying neighbor, but not bad. He deepens the kiss, moving one of his hands to my waist, my body finally reacting and wrapping my arms around his neck and tilting my head to the side.

I'm gonna be so mad at myself for doing this, and even thinking of this, but now that I allowed it to happen it was hard to say I wasn't enjoying it. That's the worst part, kissing Matt felt awesome.

-Don't you think you're having too much fun? -I hear Chris's voice.

-Shut up, Chris. -Matt mumbles, continuing to kiss me like he needed it to survive.

I giggle against his lips, feeling his lips trailing kisses down my neck.

-Fuck no, you're definitely having too much fun, it's my turn now.

Matt's pulled back by Chris, not having any time to even protest. Chris is not as direct as his brother, but the way he was looking at my lips and waiting for me to give him any signs it was okay was good enough.

Chris's kiss was nothing like Matt's. He was desperate, kissing me with all the urge Matt was probably trying to hide. There was no softness, his hands dropped immediately to my ass and his tongue invaded my mouth with a gasp I let go with the change of dynamic.

One of his hands keeps squeezing my ass as the other slid to my thigh, his fingertips grazing my skin ever so lightly to test the waters, soon enough getting further up and sliding under the large shorts I was wearing. His fingers start to move in circles, the newly added sensation makes me pull away from the kiss with a soft breathy moan.

-Who's having too much fun now?

I bite my lips when Chris steps back, almost whimpering in annoyance that he already stopped. He sits next to his brother and I almost fall to my knees when both of them look at me, their eyes look so different, and I feel so hot like I am inside an oven.

-Come here. -Chris taps the middle of the bed.

I hesitate before sitting cross-legged in the space he indicated. His hand met my skin like it was a magnet, he couldn't keep it to himself. I look down at his fingertips under my shorts, doing the same thing as he was doing just a few seconds ago.

-You're so wet, baby, I can feel it, do you want some help with that?

His other hand goes to my chin, lifting my face so I can see him. He had a smirk on his face, confident like always, and Matt was just staring at me curious to know what I was going to say. I just nod my head, eager to keep feeling Chris' fingers.

Unable to stay still, Matt leans closer and kisses me, which gives Chris total freedom to work on me. His fingers slid under my panties, sliding on my slick folds and making me involuntarily moan against Matt's lips.

It was so hard to believe I was in that situation that I couldn't process anything but the pleasure coming from his fingers rubbing my clit. My shorts and panties were soon discarded to the floor and Chris's middle finger thrust in and out of me at a pace that was nothing like the one Matt was kissing me, and it only made it better. My moans grew louder by the second as I felt my orgasm getting closer and I didn't even have to warn him I was close.

-Oh, fuck, Chris...

I feel my legs starting to shake and I throw my head back, pulling completely away from Matt's kiss and shutting my eyes. My nails dig the sheets and I feel myself releasing on Chris's fingers, a few moans escaping my lips as I lay down on my back to catch my breath.

Chris takes his fingers out of me and smirks in my direction, scooping closer and pecking my lips.

-You good? -He asks with a chuckle.

-Mhm. -I hum in response, looking up at him.

He looked so stupidly hot giving me that look, like he was proud of himself for making me cum, like he knew I wanted him. I prop myself on my elbows to kiss him, needing to feel more. He quickly deepens the kiss, just like the first one, and it's so intense that I can feel myself getting wet all over again.

Like somehow we could sense it, Matt lowered down until he was in between my legs, leaving kisses all over my thighs first. My moans are swallowed by Chris, but not completely muffled when I finally feel Matt's tongue against my wetness.

He was eating me out with the same softness of his kisses, but it felt even better, if that's even possible.

Chris was determined to keep kissing me, not even me squirming made him pull away. But since I was still sensitive due to his fingers it didn't take me too long to feel another climax coming and it became too much to feel both. I pull away from the kiss, burying my head on Chris's shoulder and gripping Matt's hair to keep him close.

-Matt, oh my God. -I whine, gasping as I feel myself getting there once again.

I was trembling like it was the coldest day of the year, my body was too sensitive and tired to do anything else so I pushed Matt away and he just chuckled, wiping his mouth.

I close my eyes, just trying to calm down, and Matt goes to my bathroom to get a towel and clean me up. He throws my clothes on the bed and I put them back on, taking a deep breath.

-How do you feel? -He asks, running a hand through his hair.

-Good. -I smile at him.

-Well, we should go back, don't want Nick asking what took us so long to apologize. -Chris stands up and Matt soon does the same.

-See you later, sweetheart.

They get out of my room by the window and I shake my head, throwing my body back and thinking about what the fuck I just did.

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 ✍︎

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[fox-guardian]

I have thoughts and since I keep forgetting to draw it, I will write it out

✨️ fashion headcanons for the oiar crew ✨️

Alice (I've already drawn her but I'm adding it here again anyway):

General thoughts: she enjoys layers when possible, fits the "tiny top large bottoms" silhouette most often in her outfits, and tries to throw plaid/flannel into her outfits in some way as often as possible. It's a minor obsession. Jewelry-wise she's typically a silver girlie but is far from against mixing metals and likes wearing piercings with colorful plating

the oiar likely has a pretty solid dress code and I highly doubt she follows it, especially after having been there for nearly a decade

At work I think she keeps it relatively simple. Comfy flannel shirts and/or t-shirts, hoodie if she's cold, and maxi skirts or jeans. Sneakers. It's nothing super fun (the workplace doesn't deserve her at her most fabulous) but it's comfy

Jewelry is also kept simple, studs and plain rings for her ears (snakebites are a given). She also wears her fav bracelets

Outside of work she gets sillayyyy. Bit chunky jewelry, novelty pieces. More fun frilly skirts, some shorter ones. Her nicer outside-of-work looks are somewhere between "hippie" and "that one type of iconic fashionable older woman" she also wears makeup more often Outside of work

Concert attire varies but she gets more grungy with ripped/shredded pieces and band tees (obviously) and sluts it up with shorter skirts/shorts and cropped shirts

Fancy clothes are as 80s as possible. This woman owns multiple shoulder-padded button downs

Pajamas are usually basic sets (often mismatched) or just like. Old t shirt and underwear.

Sam:

General thoughts: priorities comfort and tries to stay comfy as much as possible. You have never felt a wardrobe more soft overall. He wears plain earrings and the occasional friendship bracelet, otherwise not much jewelry I also think he wears as little sock as possible (unless it's funny) (alice got on him for wearing socks with sandals one time back in uni and that's all he wore in front of her for months)

Idk what the exact dress code for the oiar would be, but assume he adheres as much as possible

Prefers soft cotton mocknecks/turtlenecks to crisp button downs, with a nice cardigan instead of a blazer. Trousers are sensible, but soft. He probably irons them

Casual outfits are. Very casual. Sweatpants and sweatshirts/pullovers.

Nicer outside of work outfits aren't very different from work outfits. Date nights might require jewelry (rings, maybe a chain or two). I think he's a gold guy

He does have like one nice suit for special occasions but he suffers through the stiff fabric

Pajamas are button-up sets or literally just his underwear.

Gwen:

General thoughts: this woman is so monochromatic to me. She's very "dark mode basic" if that makes sense. She's not trendy but her looks are always solid. Owns a lot of black. Most outfits are fitted and snug. Wears minimal jewelry and always silver (even though gold would look so good) has a secret love of nice vintage pieces

Work looks are professional and crisp. Pencil skirts, button downs, and a sensible sweater typically (its cold) and plan heels/booties. After having to flee from ink5oul her work wardrobe has graduated to Trousers And Flats For Booking It. Her "girlboss" outfit is a matching blazer/trouser combo

Casual outfits are still well put together. Enjoys miniskirts and tights (if she's feeling bold she'll wear tights with a pattern) and off-the-shoulder tops. Wears basic chokers and slightly more jewelry overall. If she's feeling balls to the walls INSANE she might wear a dark red lip.

She doesn't really have a nicer vs comfy casual wardrobe, so all that's left is special occasion stuff. A nice dress for get togethers with "friends". An especially nice vintage coat she snagged. These pieces might have color other than gray maybe.

Pajamas. Hm. I think she would either have simple button down sets or frilly nightgowns. She definitely dreams of having a nightgown fit for touring a haunted castle I think

Celia:

General thoughts: butch <3 she has learned she really likes the look and feel of a more masculine shape and fit to her clothes after getting a hard reset on her identity. She doesnt wear a lot of jewelry outside her ear and facial piercings, and it is all gold, and she also has snakebites but prefers studs (slightly less enticing for babies to grab than hoops)

Work outfits are nice. Vests and trousers, with the occasional cardigan if it's cold.

Casual outfits are jeans and nice fitted t-shirts. A denim jacket perhaps. I also think she works out in some capacity so there's shorts and muscle tanks also (no bras ever, shits shwangin)

Nicer outside of work stuff.... I don't think she owns any special occasion things right now?? She simply would not have an occasion/reason to have them yet maybe. Maybe she gets a fancy vest for date night idk. She'd probably signify This Is A Special Occasion with nice bracelets and rings. Maybe a neck chain.

Pajamas are usually t-shirts and lounge bottoms/comfy shorts. She is forced to be fully dressed lest she teleport in her sleep while half/fully naked

Lena:

General thoughts: this is already so difficult. I think she would dress very practically. No jewelry unless you count her glasses chain, no skirts, and only very short heels/flats. She keeps proper walking shoes with her if need be.

Work fits. She has a whole power suit in my brain that's just a matching white blazer and trousers, and then the red button down. The white is the biggest power move. I think she has a few of these in different colors (black and iron grey) but the white one is the main one.

Casual.... I don't even know man. Probably also practical over pretty. Probably only wears men's pants due to the pockets. Probably owns a very practical leather jacket. Whatever she wears, she does numbers at the lesbian bars

Nicer out of work clothes.... probably not much different than her work clothes. She may tolerate a dress if she needs to attend a wedding.

Pajamas: she either has the button up sets. Wears an old t-shirt and bottoms from a bygone era of her life and both are full of holes. Or she sleeps butt ass naked with a gun in her hand.

Colin:

General thoughts: office dress code can kiss his ass. He's comfortable but practical, and I think he enjoys graphic tees. He has silver earrings and maybe a secret body piercing but doesn't wear anything else visible. He doesn't really bother with buying new jewelry but wouldn't care about mixing metals if he did.

He wears jeans to work, graphic tees, and a button down so he can call it business casual. Sneakers also. Programmer socks (gift from alice) The jeans are ripped (partially from crawling on his knees dealing with the computers so often) and he patched them up. I think he's big on mending. Also sews his name into items he may leave unattended (thank you merch drop for this idea)

Casual isn't much different. Maybe no button down, maybe he keeps it for flair. At home he wears pants/trousers as little as possible I think. The programmer socks stay on tho.

Nicer outside of work stuff. He owns like one suit.

Pajamas: butt ass naked. If he's cold he just gets more blankets.

Teddy:

General thoughts: thank you alice for pointing out that teddy wears shades of pink im gonna eat this. I also think he wears gold jewelry and those would look so nice together so I am Extra Eating This. Beyond this I don't have toooo many thoughts? I think he enjoys fashion. Knows what different cuts of items will do for him. He likes piecing together a solid Fit even if it's simple.

Work fits include button downs and sweaters, with the classic argyle vest. I think he would enjoy a fun pattern.

Casual fits are practical but stylish, and I think he considers himself legally required to buy anything with Teddy bears on it that fits him. I think he wears light jewelry even on more casual days, he likes to sparkle a bit.

Nicer out of work fits. I think he owns a couple shiny button downs. Does it up with the gold jewelry, chains, rings, a nice watch, the woiks. He has at least one funky patterned pair of pants.

Pajamas: usually sticks to old tshirts and comfy bottoms, has like one button up set that's Christmas themed (twas a gift) that he only wears that time of year, and one (1) legally mandated teddy bear onesie.

those are the vibes. They are subject to change as we learn more ofc but here they are <3

[artdcnaldson]

OMG

imagine babysitter x artashi finding out you have a second job. that babysitting/nannying isn’t your only job. like imagine tashi coming into american eagle looking for some jeans (bc the super expensive ones aren’t long enough for her tall figure) and her seeing you there and you have to like up-sell all the jeans and stuff, and you go over that night and they make you quit because she can tell it sucks the life out of you😖

PLEASEEEE <3

Tashi DUNCAN <3

It's so awkward when she walks in and sees you in a random mall store. Because there's a quiet.... interest? She asks for your recommendations, you awkwardly run through them, picking jeans you know would look incredible on her, insisting that they're not cheap jeans just because they're affordable jeans. Almost like you're embarrassed that you're not working at Burberry.

She buys a ton of jeans, and a sweatshirt you manage to convince her is super comfy, and she'll absolutely love it.

"You're good at your job," she says as she swipes her Amex. Still, it feels like she's almost trying to do you a favor by shopping, so you don't feel so... inadequate.

On Monday, she's quiet at breakfast after Lily has disappeared with her tutor and Art has gone off to practice on their private courts with their private trainer. "I didn't know you had a second job."

You swallow and nod. "Yep." You take a tiny bite of the protein pancakes their private chef made and almost laugh at the differences between your lives. "I like the employee discount."

Tashi nods, and you can see the gears turning in her head. "You know Art and I want to take care of you. If you need something you just have to ask. We'd never tell you no."

And you know that. And you hate your second job, and being told to just check in the back one more time, and being yelled at when the line is long like it's your fault the storefront is criminally understaffed.

"I don't like being a burden."

Tashi rolls her eyes. "Quit the stupid job you hate and stop being such a masochist. We'll take care of you. You know that."

When she puts it like that, it seems so simple. Tashi and Art are going to take care of you. You do know that.

[maxiine]

Wonderful big brother

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Not proofread, contains spoilers of jjk259

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You watched the scene play out in slow motion, as the chaos of sukunas rampage and flames had engulfed the entire area In a matter of seconds. Yuji had just lost his foot, struggling to escape he had only hoped everyone else was far away and safe. After all he believed this was his part to play in this game after all.

But in those mere seconds, choso had made his final appearance in front of his beloved younger brother. He shielded him with a barrier of blood, a small domain even- there was no telling.

He was protecting him with all his might. Shielding him from scorching at the flames of this monster. He was reminiscing the past while apologizing to yuji due to his lack of teaching skills. Apologizing for not being able to do much for him at all. As he continued on you could see choso burning, his once pale soft skin turning chard by the second.

But

He never stopped, he never once wavered from his spot in front of him. He was going to protect his little brother no matter what, all he ever cared about had been taken away, leaving him alone. But he now had this one person he cared for so deeply left in his grasp’s. He will NOT let him die.

The flames continued. Chipping away at the shield and turning choso unrecognizable.

And finally

Choso leaves yuji with his final words before he was nothing but ashes.

“Thank you yuji, for becoming my brother.” And as his voice fades, so do the flames.

Everything finally subsided leaving the smoke to fade.

Yuji had kept his eyes shut tight, refusing to open them up at first before whispering.

“Thank you big brother…” he looked up to see nothing but ruined land. An empty presence that leaves the same sinking feeling in his stomach that he’s becoming all too familiar with.

“Guys…someone..” yuji calls out but to no avail.

Choso was gone.

You had watched it all play out like a play before your eyes. Unable to do anything. Forced to witness the same disgusting actions by the hand of sukuna.

You had been killed by the same man not long after you had met choso. You aided him along with everyone else in finding solutions to freeing gojo and helping get Megumi back. You weren’t all that useful to be completely honest, you could only provide tips on rct and even aided choso and the others on teaching some of their techniques to yuji. You tried hard to help do your part, you tried to find a part to play in the first place, but you were left feeling sort of like and extra piece that was often set aside.

Choso however, never left you feeling useless or irrelevant. You were some of the only light to shine in his dark world. He found his brother but along side that all, he found you. You helped him in more ways than one, how could he not be grateful for you.

He yearned for the light you brought everyday, so imagine his world when he witnessed your bloodied mangled body left lifeless. In a mere instant, it was dark again.

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“Where…where am I..” choso had whispered out confused. He wore a puzzled expression as he stared out into the empty space. A void almost. Nothing but white had surrounded him.

Choso was wearing his signature white sweatshirt and tattered jeans. A comfy and casual outfit he saw himself wearing in the same memory he had with all his brothers.

He wondered if he was back in that memory, all though he can still recall his final moments, so it wouldn’t make much sense he supposed. He wakes along the endless void until he felt a small presence behind him, startedled he turned around slowly. Bracing himself for what it may be. But he wasn’t prepared to see the beautiful light he had been yearning for all this time.

“You- you’re alive?” Choso reached out instantly scanning your body head to toe, still remembering the way your body last looked as he held it one last time. He stopped a few inches away before slowly grasping your face with his hands. His palms so warm and soft as they held you. Just as you remember.

“You were a wonderful brother choso.” You tell him sincerely as you look at him with such soft eyes. Reaching your hand to hold over his.

His mouth parted slightly and his eyes widened at the realization of what you said, what you had meant. Slowly piecing together what was possibly going on, he tilted his face downward allowing his emotions to take control of him, he could no longer take the weight of reality.

He cried. Silent tears left his eyes as he continued to stare at nothing at the ground. He moved foward to lay his head on your shoulder as he held your waist tightly and securely.

All you could do was hug him back as you slowly stroked his soft black hair that still remained in his signature spikey buns.

“Choso?” You call out to him as you help tilt his head upward. He looked at you with red eyes and tear stained cheeks. Completely and utterly a beautiful man, but so so sad. You wipe his tears and stroke his cheek reminding him that it’ll be okay now.

“Are you ready to go?” You ask him.

Still confused he does nothing but tilt his head as if he was a curious puppy. You giggle at his actions before continuing to speak to ease his confusion.

“Are you ready to go see your brothers I mean. We all waited here, watching you fight all this time. And I hope you know..we were all cheering you on till the very end. I never had a doubt you’d be the best to yuji.” You tell him softly as you watch the light in his eyes glimmer at your words.

“We can head home now, how does that sound?” You reach your hand out to intertwine your fingers with his.

He stares at your hands together for a moment before looking up and finally speaking.

“Let’s go home.” He smiles at you one last time before you both make your way through the endless white void. Choso can’t help but look back one last time into the emptiness as he speaks.

“You can do this brother.”

Those words echo before finally fading away.

I wrote this right after reading leaks so my apologies if it wasn’t up to par. I’m grieving the loss of my favorite boy.

[ihavethedreamies]

Clingy | Chenle

Zhong Chenle - NCT Dream

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~5.6k

Pairing: Chenle x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Established Relationship

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Slight Age Difference (Like 2 years), He calls the reader Noona, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! Receiving), Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! She has an IUD), First Time

Author's Note: I cannot begin to express how much I love a Lele, and for so long he was my precious baby boy but then he got, like, really hot, so here, have this.

I am cross-posting this on Archive and Wattpad. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other sites. Happy reading!

"Noona!" You heard him call out to you. You always did, he is quite loud. However, you already knew it was him because you heard him key in the code to your door and the following beep when it unlocked. You were busy cleaning the bathroom, night was the best time to clean. Being a night owl, you had more energy and then you could go straight to bed when you subsequently exhausted yourself from cleaning. Ringing out the magic sponge you were using, you dried your hands on a towel and went down the hall to find him in the living room.

"You're here!" You smiled and he hadn't even taken his mask off yet and was still in his coat. Since he didn't live at the dorm anyway, he would come straight to your place instead of going right home. He practically lived with you at this point.

"You tired, precious?" You asked and he nodded, whining a yes. He then lifted his arms like a child wanting to be picked up, so you go stand in front of him. The low height of the couch let him lean forward for a hug, he rested his head on your stomach. Preferring to either be fully clothed or not, you were still in your day clothes. That way, when you got all sweaty you could just take a shower, put on your PJs (a tank and panties), and go to bed. While your day clothes were a sweatshirt and jeans, still comfy, Chenle always wondered why you didn't change right away upon getting home. You told him you lost all motivation to do anything productive the minute you changed clothes, so you just didn't. You even still had your shoes on, a big no-no in Korea, but your feet hurt running around cleaning without them on. Plus, it was your apartment so you could do whatever you wanted! In reality you had sneakers you only wore at home to clean, but most people still thought it was at the least weird and at the most, offensive.

Just when you thought he was going to fall asleep like that, he pulled away to look up at you like a puppy. Reaching up you pull the strings of his mask off his ears and take the black accessory off. Letting it fall next to him on the couch, you smiled upon seeing his cute face. That sweet smile he only showed you stretched across his face, and you cooed.

"You're so stinking cute." you complimented him, and he giggled.

"Are you hungry?"

"Starving. I'm so hungry Noona." He whined and you grabbed him by the collar as he moved to flop onto the couch.

"Take your coat off first." You nagged and drug him back to sitting up and get the parka off, then let him flop back onto the cushions. Grabbing the remote from the side table, you turned the TV on and then handed him the device.

"What do you want to eat?"

You. He thought to himself but didn't say it. He was feeling extra needy but wasn't sure how to approach you about it. You had done plenty for him in the past, but that was it. He wasn't pushy, but he wanted to treat you good too. If you weren't ready to go all the way, that was fine…

"You have the ramen I like still?" He finally called out as you entered the kitchen after hanging his coat.

"Yes. Is that really all you want?" You asked, willing to make him something else.

"Yeah." You shrugged to yourself and got to work on it. He really just wanted something fast so you could be done and cuddle him. You ate pretty consistently at the same time when you were at home and had thus eaten a few hours before. As you made his supper, you snacked on some grapes. You had to be careful with how many you ate, fruit was more expensive in Korea than where you were from, so you tried to limit yourself to make it last longer. Once it was done, you went back to the living room to set the table back down you had rested against the wall to clean the floor. He was draped over the couch, one arm dangling off the side and the opposite leg resting on the back of the couch. You huffed a laugh and went back to retrieve the ramen pot. Putting a hot pad down, you then set down the pot and handed him the chopsticks. Going to clean up, he whined out, "where are you going?"

"I have to clean up, it'll take a sec I just have to throw somethings out." You promised and made sure to discard the wrappers and made sure no seasoning powder was on the counter. He whined again when you didn't come straight in, going around the apartment to shut off lights you left on. Once that was all done you finally went to sit with him.

"No, behind me." He scooched forward when you tried to sit at the table with him and tilting your head curiously you do as he requested. Immediately, once you were down, he scooted back and dragged the table with him, placing himself between your legs. You smiled as his head tilted to rest on your left leg and you pet his hair as he did that. He had already managed to eat more than half of the noodles by then and he only continued when you prompted. He wanted to cuddle more than eat but he wasn't going to put your effort to waste. Chenle knew you enjoyed cooking, especially for other people, but he wanted something fast so he could have you sooner. When he was done, you tried to get up to clean up and he gave you a stern, "no," then did it himself. It wasn't that he wasn't helpful, but he got up so quickly. You lowkey didn't trust him to clean it right, you were just that way with everyone, but he knew you pretty well. You were very particular about washing the bottom of the pot just as well as the rest of it and you even used a specific soap for the pots and pans, different than everything else. When Chenle came back in, he went to the lamp and turned it on so he could shut off the bright overhead light. As he came back to the couch to join you, you stood up.

"I'm going to shower so I can change." You told him, not having cleaned everything yet but you could tell he wanted to be with you.

"Wait." He grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him. When you didn't catch his hint, he pulled you again. You landed on his lap with a yelp, and he further manhandled you till you straddled him.

"Lele?" You were slightly shocked by your boyfriend’s forwardness. It didn't bother you, not at all, but it was still surprising. Neither of you could really be considered dominant in the relationship, so to see him being a bit more forceful was…hot. Wrapping his arms around you, you relaxed further onto his lap, and he rested his head on your chest.

"This better?" You smiled, hugging him back and kissing the top of his head.

"Could be even better…" He mumbled and you furrowed your brow. Before you could ask for clarification, he pulled back to look at you. Suddenly, he spread his legs and you fell between them onto your butt with an, "oof." Your legs were still over his so the position was slightly uncomfortable but now you were eye level. Then, your boyfriend was just staring at you intently, looking at each part of your face.

"W-what?"

"You're just pretty." His face softened into a smile, and you scoffed.

"Okay." You conceded and he sneered.

"You are!"

"Okay!" You aren't convinced. Partially, you think there is something else going on too, but…You weren't self-deprecating, you didn't think you were ugly, just average. Nothing to write home about.

"You don't think so?" He pouted and you shrugged.

"Noona!"

"What?"

"You’re so pretty. To me, you are the prettiest girl, that's all that should matter. You're my pretty girl!" He insisted and he wasn't whining or pouting, he sounded a little upset. Like, angry upset. It took you aback. After the shock melted from your face, you smiled genuinely and brought your hands up to stroke his cheeks.

"Thank you, Lele. I can be your pretty girl." You gave him a small kiss and it flared something in him. It wasn't enough. When you pulled back, his arms wrapped around you, and he slammed his mouth back to yours. You gasped at his forcefulness as his hand rested on your back between your shoulders. His other hand went to your butt so he could readjust you on his lap. Back to a more comfortable position, you sighed, and he took advantage of this, his tongue invading your mouth. The hand on your back stayed there, the other one going to the hem of your sweatshirt and slipped under it. He grunted in annoyance pulling away, a trail of saliva connecting you.

"I hate that you wear these high-waisted jeans." He grumbled and you're gaping, face growing hot.

"A-are you okay?" You asked him and he flinched, giving you a wide-eyed stare. He could tell from your tone you were genuinely worried. He was never that forward. Did he take it too far too fast?

"J-just…want you." His voice was quiet, and he buried his face into the nook of your neck, and you relaxed.

"Hmm, I see. You want some help?" You rested your cheek on his head, reaching for the zipper of his pants.

"No! You always do that for me. Want to help my pretty girl." He whined grabbing your wrist quick to stop your hand. You rested back further on his lap and he's looking down to where he grabbed your wrist. Relaxing the grip, he took both your hands in his and stroked the back of your right with his thumb.

"Why do you gotta say it like that?" You huffed, embarrassed.

"Let me show you."

"Show me what?"

"How pretty I think you are. You always take care of me, let me take care of you." He hadn’t whispered per se, but his voice was soft as he leaned back to you, placing a soft kiss on your mouth.

"I-I…"

"If you're not okay with-"

"No! It's just…I don't mind doing stuff for you, I like that I make you feel good, it makes me feel good." You shrugged, not able to look him in the eye. Chenle didn’t say anything, but shifted a bit and before you could get up, your world spun and you're on your back underneath him. Not having any idea, he was that strong, to just toss you like that, you found it incredibly attractive. Once again, you are shocked, seeing how he was looking at you. His gaze is intense, his pupils dilated. His knee wedged between your legs and your breath hitched when his thigh dug in over your covered mound. He held himself up with his left arm, using his right hand to go under your sweatshirt once again, but it didn't go past the top of your pants. Instead, it went lower, his fingers digging into your butt, his elbow bent to lower him back down to you; he kissed you again. He was more aggressive than before. The hand on your ass let him force you to grind on his thigh and you gave him a soft moan, letting him swallow it as his tongue reentered your mouth. It was turning you on way more than was logical. You had made out before, sure, but not like that. When you were about to tap out to breathe, he pulled back and your hands went to rest on his biceps as you caught your breath. His leg grinded against your core and couldn't help but let a sigh out. You knew that just riding his thigh would have been enough, but that would be something to try later. Even though he said he was okay waiting, you suddenly weren't.

"You okay to keep going?" He asked, and you whined out a yes; then he's off you, hauling you up by the arm and practically dragging you to your room. He flipped the light on, the bright ceiling lamp too harsh for the mood. He tapped the light bar behind your computer till it gave off a soft yellow glow so you can turn off the overhead. Gently, he brought you to sit on the bed and he kneeled on the floor in front of you, untying your shoes to take them off. You wanted to protest but when you opened your mouth to, he shot you a look that shut you up. He set your sneakers under your desk and took off your socks, throwing them into the corner vaguely near your laundry basket. He sat up straighter on his knees, kneeling between yours and looked up at you.

"I love you." He whispered, his lips brushing over yours. Your breath hitched and your throat clenched. While you knew how he felt and how you yourself did, it hadn't been said out loud yet.

"I love you too-" His hand shot out, burying in your hair at the back of your head and hauled you into another kiss. Moving to kneel at full height, once again you were eye level, and his hands went back to your sweatshirt. You let him take it off of you, reluctant to break the kiss to get it all the way off. You felt super sexy in your nude plain bra, but also kind of embarrassed. Yes, he had seen you in a swimsuit before, but it was one piece and, well, not your underwear.

"You okay?" He asked and you nodded.

"Y-yes. I just…have never…"

"You haven't?" He was genuinely surprised. He figured with how much you knew and what you even knew about yourself that you had experience.

"I-I've used toys, but I have never been with a guy before. I have done research and read too many fanfictions, so I know myself well…" You shrugged again and the news brought the whole night into a different realm.

"I haven't either." He admitted, but you really already knew. Being an idol there wasn't much time for dating and the only reason you two were going so strong was because you worked for the company and so your schedules didn't conflict. You still got to see each other a lot and you even traveled with him.

"Tell me what to do, what to know. Where are you sensitive, what do you like?" His hand rested on your waist under your bra, rubbing the soft skin with his thumb. As he requested, he leaned back into you, his mouth hovering over your neck. Placing a kiss there, he smiled at the little shiver you let out and he saw goosebumps form on your arms.

"I-I don't get much from my breasts, never have…" You started. Maybe it would be different if he did something, but you never got anything out of it.

"What else?" He was still kissing your neck, just lightly.

"The lighter touches just tickle, if you do it…harder, it will be better." You weren't sure how else to word it. He hummed and went right into it, sucking over your pulse point and you moaned lightly, his teeth brushing over your skin.

"T-try behind my ear." You added and his nose brushed the spot till you turned your head so he could kiss there. You sighed so he knew he did it right. Moving down again, his nose bumped your earring and ran over your throat.

"There-" Your breath hitched, already knowing that was a sensitive spot. To the extent that you suspected though had not yet been tested. Breath play isn't the best thing to do alone or for a first time. Just a slight bit of pressure was enough though because his rough open-mouth kiss to your throat made your hips jump. This shocked both of you, but he didn't react to it outwardly.

"M-My stomach is really sensitive." You continued and at that prompt, he started to undo the button of your jeans so he could access that part of you. Chenle didn't try and take them off, just undid them and pulled the hem down so your belly button is revealed. Even just the brush of his slightly cold fingers on the warm skin of your tummy made you shiver.

"Even just in general, its sensitive, so with…sexual stuff it really is. I get ticklish easier, things hurt easier, I feel temperature easier-" You kind of rambled on, getting more worked up with nerves and excitement. He hummed again and you grew suspicious, knowing he was planning something mischievous based off his tone. He pulled away from your neck and he shoved you, your back hitting the bed and you huffed. Digging his fingers into the waist of your pants, he hauled you closer and smirked before licking a hot path around your belly button and up to your sternum. The sensation almost knocked the wind out of you, and you were pretty sure your panties got ruined right then. The little imp chuckled at your reaction, watching you throw your head back and your fingers dug into his shirt at the shoulders.

"Oh, uh, do you…we need a condom?" He suddenly realized and you shook your head.

"I have an IUD, remember?"

"Uh, right…what- what is that again?"

"It's like a thing they put inside. It helps my really bad cramps, but it’s really a birth control." You explained and he remembered.

"The thing that looks like a T." He drew the letter in the air.

"Yes!" The conversation was much too casual for what had just happened, but his face once again got intense.

"So, I can just cum inside?" He whispered and there was something about how he said it that made your core clench around nothing. The idea obviously turned him on, and you made a note to delve into that later. Once again, he gave you no time to retort and his fingers reburied into your jeans and he pulled them down over your butt, the force making your hips jump up, so you didn't have to. In one more pull, they were off and flying somewhere across the room. It was like time slowed down as you moved to close your legs and cover yourself (you still had underwear on), but he noticed the dark patch on your pink panties. Time sped back up and fast-forwarded till your legs were abruptly held open, then spread, by his hands landing on your inner thighs. You yelped and were again shocked at his strength that he so easily prevented you from moving.

"C-Chenle!"

"You're so wet already." His breath was hot, your thighs twitched as you felt it on your skin.

"I-" You cleared your throat, "I get like that easily…Even with toys I never need lube…" You were a little shy to admit. He knew about your vibrators, having found them when he snooped through your drawers. He had gotten permission before you realized that it was in your nightstand and not hidden under your pillows like usual. You had two in a bag along with the cleaner and their chargers. You had to change the location you kept it after that, not trust him to to keep his mouth shut around the other boys. That was before you two had started dating.

He tossed you a look from between your legs and wondered just how wet you could get. Another smirk spread over his stupidly attractive face, and he stood back up. His hands came to the hem of his own shirt and you watched intently as he took the baggy t-shirt off. He was a skinny thing for sure, but he had more muscle tone than you really, truly realized. As your eyes roamed the expanse of smooth skin just revealed, he took his belt off; his pants immediately fell lower on his hips. His tiny little waist made pants fit weirdly because of his leg length and so a belt was almost always necessary. The waistband of his briefs was revealed from his jeans falling and he turned smug fast. While he wanted to tease you for ogling him, he decided not to and unbuttoned his pants; they fell. Even though you had seen his cock before, buried it in your throat, seeing him before you like that was different. Before you could really appreciate it though, he was back on his knees. His fingers ran over the wet patch of your underwear and your head reeled. Without hesitation he wrapped his arms around your thighs and buried his face into your covered pussy, licking through the fabric, soaking it further. You slammed your palm over your mouth to muffle the near scream you let out. It was one thing to touch yourself or use a vibrator, but having him lick you? Holy crap. Chenle had even done it over your underwear, you weren't sure you could take it bare.

"W-wait, if you do that I need to shower!" You insisted and he scoffed. You shower every night, and he really didn't care about the very slight sweat you worked up cleaning. You always smelled amazing. But you smelled so much better from your arousal than he even anticipated. Even through the fabric of your panties, you tasted amazing too.

"I'm about to make you sweat even more so what's the point?" His shameless declaration flabbergasted you. Your boyfriend ignored your protests and pulled your underwear off so fast you were worried he ripped it. You sat up quickly to look at the the discarded fabric and when you did, he reached around and unhooked your bra. He did it so easily it scared you a bit. Once that was off and you were completely naked, the embarrassment hit you.

"So pretty." He hummed, kissing you. You whined and then he let your mouth go, shoving you gently so you laid back down. His hands spread your legs back open, and your hips jumped hard when his tongue ran from the right above your slit to the bottom of your belly button. At this, his arm wrapped around your right leg, throwing it over his shoulder, and his forearm rested against your hips, holding you down. You were already embarrassingly close to cumming and didn’t know how. So much pent-up tension had hit you like a freight train it seemed.

"Ready?" He didn't wait for your answer however and his tongue buried into you. You gasped so hard you couldn't breathe for a second as the tip swirled your entrance than ran up to flick your clit. You came. He was a bit surprised when he felt your body tense like that, your head slamming back into the mattress, and you keened out a long whine. When the waves stopped you were even wetter than before, and he wanted to get more of your taste so bad. While the orgasm was strong, it hadn't taken much physical effort, so you weren't out of breath, but your legs were shaking a bit. When he noticed, he placed your other leg over his shoulder as well and dove back in. You weren't sure how he got so good at this, and maybe he really wasn't but you were just as inexperienced. The sensation was strange, and you wondered if you sucking him off felt anywhere as good as this. As he ate you out his nose bumped your still sensitive clit. Chenle used his thumbs to spread you out for him and you whined in embarrassment.

"So pretty." He murmured then shoved his tongue as far into you as he could, and it took your breath away. Your next orgasm was coming on fast, and you couldn't get enough air (or brain power) to warn him. With one more kitten lick to your clit, you fell apart again. Right as he was going to dive back in, you waved your hand to get his attention.

"I-I'll be too sensitive for a bit. Use…use your fingers." You told him when you were able to catch your breath and your legs stopped shaking. He was surprised and also proud of himself at that, and he noticed you were even more soaked.

"You're twitching." His voice was rougher than usual, and your eyes rolled back when he traced your hole with his finger.

"P-please." You begged, needing to be filled. Plus, you were used to a toy, but you were not prepared for his cock. As his finger entered you, you slammed your hand over your mouth to cover the moan. Using your own fingers never did much, they were short and not very thick, but even just one of his felt so good. Was it because it was him or your hand kink though? Who knew?

"Fuck, you're tight, sucking me in." He chuckled wiggling the digit.

"C-curl it up." You showed him with his own finger and did what you asked, feeling a rougher patch on the top of your walls.

"There?" He asked when he pressed on it specifically.

"Yes!" You gasped, he could get the right angle you never could, and he pressed it again, rubbing over it as your own fingers dug into the sheets.

"Can I add one?" He asked you moaned a general consenting note, and he did so.

"Oh, god-" You gasped, and he went to town. He loved the way every movement his fingers made caused you to twitch, your core clenching tight. Angling his hand different, he hit something at the end of your cunt and pressed it. Your breath hitched and he furrowed his brow.

"Cervix." You breathed out and he let out an 'oh'. As he fingered you, starting to thrust them some he smirked evilly, and his tongue brushed your clit and this time he could feel your cunt clench around his fingers as you came. He kept going for you to ride it out till you yiped when it got too sensitive. He pulled his fingers out and his face away, standing. Not able to meet his eyes, you held your hand over your mouth, looking away. Shooting a brief glance at him, you gasped in horror at what he showed you. His hand was soaked in your thick juices, and he looked at it in fascination. Meeting your eyes, he brings his fingers to his mouth to clean them off.

"You are going to kill me." You whispered and he laughed loudly at that.

"Can you keep going?" He asked and while you wouldn't mind just taking care of his little problem then going to bed, you needed him inside you now. You knew from your own experience you could hit a point of overstimulation where the pain burned into pleasure, and you could keep going. If he did the cardio part you could manage…probably.

"Yes, just you need to do more of the work." You told him and he nodded with a smile. You weren't out of shape, but he had way more stamina than you in every way.

Spread over the bed just catching your breath, he slipped his arms around you and helped you get higher up on the bed. When he crawled over you, you could only really make out his face from the dull light near your desk. His mouth pressed to yours instantly turning into a tongue war. Your hands met his on the waist band of his underwear and he shed the garment. Not only was he thicker than the toy, he would probably also go quite a bit deeper. Maybe once you were more used to it, he could take you from behind, but your cervix wasn't ready to get bruised.

"Tell me if it hurts too much, okay?" He whispered into your ear, and you nodded, resting a hand on the nape of his neck, and burying the other in his hair. His knee knocked your legs further apart and his hands guided your hips up and he shoved a stray pillow under. When the head of his cock hit your entrance the nervousness and excitement you felt peaked, and you focused on breathing, so you didn't clench around him too tight. It was his first time too and you both weren't sure how long he would last. Chenle let out a small gasp and moan as he started to sink his cock into your pussy and the burn got deeper as he did, making your vision swim. It hurt, sure, but it felt so good too.

"(Y/N), you feel so good." His head was thrown back as he tried to be slow, getting deeper into you inch by inch. Your walls were even tighter around his cock than his fingers, and so hot and so wet. When he finally stopped, filling you completely, you gasped for air. You thought in this position he wouldn't get as deep as he did, and you were in for quite a ride. You knew what he could do already, watching him dance, his hips were strong. His eyes were closed in concentration, eyebrows furrowed, trying not to move.

"S-sorry, just give me- a…a sec." You took steadying breaths, trying not to clench around him.

"I thought your mouth felt good." He groaned in your ear, resting his forehead on your shoulder, stroking your waist with his thumb. Remembering what you told him, he moved his hand from your thigh to your stomach and rubbed the skin under your belly button. You shivered, trying to not let your core clench around his cock too much.

"O-okay, move. Slow. Shallow." You informed him and he shifted to get into a more comfortable position then followed your instructions. He pulled back, not even a full inch, then thrusted slowly back in. A rough whine left your lips and he had to bury his fingers into the sheets to hold back. Chenle gave another shallow thrust, but just a bit faster. The head of his cock hit your cervix already and just that fact was arousing. As he kept making shallow thrusts, the burn sizzled away, and the pleasure washed over you like the tide on a beach. It grew stronger with each thrust, and you couldn't keep your walls from clenching around him. His dick was so much hotter and bigger than your toys, and you could feel his pulse through it.

"I-I need to move more." He warned you and you unwrapped your arms from around his shoulders, gripping the bedding above your head and nodded that he could continue.

"Do what you want, precious." You told him and Chenle groaned, hiking your legs up over and around his waist. His hips snapped, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming back in fully. Your breath left you; you nearly gave yourself whiplash with how hard you threw your head back.

"Fuck, (Y/N), you feel so good." He moaned through his grunts. He definitely learned how to move his hips from dancing and every time he buried his cock into your cunt his pelvis hit your sensitive clit. Black and white spots dotted your vision. Leaning over you, he pulled you into his arms, holding you so close his stomach met yours. When you gasped, and your wet cunt squeezed him tighter than before, he knew that it was the right thing to do. His stomach was pretty hard, with soft skin, the fine defining lines rubbing over your smooth tummy was almost too much. Chenle's thrusts got shallower but no less hard, even starting to lose rhythm.

"Noona, I'm close. I can come inside, right?" He moaned into your ear, his nose brushing at your throat.

"Please." You groaned and angled your hips up a bit more and fucked into you three more times before you felt his hot cum spray against your walls and into your protected womb. It was so hot, and the sensation knocked you over the edge once more and your even tighter passage helped him ride out his orgasm. When both of you were done, you felt like passing out, you were so tired. Reluctantly, he pulled away from you and out. You slipped in and out full awareness, but you felt him get off the bed and then come back. He had gotten a warm washcloth and helped clean you both off before he put his underwear back on and grabbed a pair of yours as well as a tank top. Sleepily, you let him help you get dressed and he shut the desk light off before joining you in bed and you immediately curled into him.

"Should you let your mom know you are staying the night here?" You mumbled and he groaned in realization. Your boyfriend ripped himself from you and went to get his phone. As you drifted to sleep you heard him at the door talking to his mother on the phone.

"Yeah, I ate. I'll come tomorrow afternoon. Huh? Yeah, I told her. She loves me too."

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[drdemonprince]

do u know of any good thrift stores in Chicago

Elliott Consignment on Broadway in Lakeview is fantastic for fancier pieces -- good shoes, button-up shirts you can wear to a job interview, a nice peacoat, a fisherman's sweater, leather pieces, etc.

Just down the street one block is The Xchange, which is the radical opposite: super-cheap t-shirts and sneakers, tank tops, windbreakers, sporty comfy stuff in a lot of colors and truly affordable.

Brown Elephant on Belmont is a treasure trove of gorgeous furniture and some really interesting, trendy clothing finds. Here you can get a desk, a couch, a chain bracelet, a funky vintage t-shirt, and maybe some sunglasses.

Salvation Army Family Store on Clyborn is truly massive, filled to the gills with all kinds of clothing, accessories, media, and home goods and is deliciously easy to steal from. Take the second fitting room from the front window and shove your tags in the hole in the wall. Wearing some cute denim shorts and a snakeskin print belt I stole from them right now.

Buffalo Exchange on Clark in Andersonville has your cool reliable pieces: colorful Chuck Taylors, white Doc Martens, bags, accessories, joggers, eternally youthful stuff.

Brown Elephant on Clark (two blocks up from Buffalo Exchange) is your place for picture frames, pots and pans, art supplies, and it has a room of selected fancier clothing and jewelry pieces that can be a great deal too.

Salvation Army on Broadway and Montrose is the spot for home appliances (I got a $250 stick vaccuum there for $40!) and simple staples: flannels, jeans, sweatshirts, your everyday basics. They have no fitting room so just steal.

[woodswallow]

RammWear Part II

Thank you guys so much for appreciating my first RammWear fashion-post , I was so happy about your likes and comments :) So here comes the second part where I am showing my Rammstein-inspired clothing style, inspired by the stuff Paul, Richard and Schneider wear on and off stage:

The cardigan(s): All three of them at one point wore a very loosely fitting, longer knitted jacket (or pullover), I put it all in the category „cardigan“. I absolutely loooved that look of Schneider and Paul during the „Rammstein in Paris“- premiere!

Especially Schneiders look is so good here – I especially liked the asymmetric look of the shirt and the length of the cardigan, reaching down to his knees.

Paul loved that cardigan obviously very much, he wore it on several occasions throughout different years, also in this photoshoot (such a great pic, had to involve that!)

Richard also sported that look (kind of), although I think it's something like a scarf draped over his shoulder..? And the second picture is a shirt, but it conveys the same oversized, comfy look – his self-hugging pose adds to that, I think..

I never wore cardigans or this type of loose knitted jackets before, more like sweatshirt hoodies. But I really fell in love with these comfy, oversized, cuddly jackets in fall and winter, especially when combined with a black leggins or tight jeans. I was so happy when I found the perfect black „Schneider-Richard-Paul-cardigan“ secondhand:

Because I loved the look and feel so much, I later bought another incredibly comfortable cardigan via etsy. It has some more colour in it, which I like very much. It's draped over the body and hold in place with two hidden buttons, which gives it a very organic look. It's not that close to the ot3 look anymore, but I still had it in mind while buying – and it really formed my personal style, I adore this piece :)

In both occasions you already saw my Paul-scarf, Schneider wore one with a similar colour

Paul wore this scarf also on the „Paris“-premiere and on some other occasions. It once again looks so cosy and comfortable and good on him. It also appeared in one of my fanfics and at least one other I can now think of. This scarf somehow is so „Paul-like“ in my mind. I bought mine on a medieval market, without having his in my mind (at least not consciously), because I liked that fabric and colour – and later thought how similar it looked to Paul's and was so happy about it :) I like wearing it in fall and winter, I rarely go out without a scarf in these times of the year, so I wear it quite often.

My latest addition to my little Rammstein-inspired clothes collection is a Paul-pullover (man, I love alliterations :D)!

I think he wore this during a video shoot (was it the one for Ausländer?) and once again, I really liked the cosy look, slightly oversized, kind of organic looking and with these long sleeves covering the hands. Also I like that sandy-beige colour.

I searched for a matching piece all over Vinted (a german website for secondhand clothing) and found a (as I think) perfect match a few weeks later. As I have absolutely no white shirts in my closet I also bought a white shirt secondhand for 2€ to match the look perfectly :D This makes perfect sense as the pullover itself it quite loose, so to not get a cold stomach I had to wear something underneath – I'm pretty sure that was Paul's intention, too ^^; I'm so glad I found such a good match. When wearing it I think of these nice pictures and that he wore a similar one and can't help but feel happy about it :)

Last but not least – the omnipresent leather-jacket :D

Apart from the colour black, all three can agree on wearing these type of jackets. I found so many pictures with so many damn cool ones... this is just the perfect casual rockstar look! :)

I admit, when buying my jacket I didn't really think of RammWear, but it fits this series so nicely that I included it here. I had a gift card for that one shop and decided to treat myself with this, as I think it's a damn fine leather jacket – the hoody is part of the jacket and can be taken off, together with that sweatshirt-inlay. But I love this casual-cool-sporty look so much :)

I realized that overall, I probably like Pauls style the most, he likes comfortable, but still good looking clothes. Followed by Schneider, who seems to like a more sporty and casual style than Paul, with more sweatshirt-fabric-clothes, hoodies and jeans. Richard is often made fun of because of his personal style – but I like, how he's layering clothes and after all, that he doesn't give a fuck what others think about his red cap + pink hoodie :)

Thank you so much for reading/looking/liking, I had so much fun diving into RammWear and presenting my ot3-style :D

Here are some more pics of their fashion I like:

Or...just a simple black tank top - best frickin' look ever!

[ren-054]

Good morning or whenever, everynyan

Today I offer the thought of putting the kitsune trio in contemporary clothing

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I feel like Fuyu would always have to wear either loose clothes or stuff that looks cropped because he can't find anything in his size

But Fuyu would probably prefer loose clothes anyway? Or at least it'd be familiar. I’m just imagining comfy bathrobes and fuzzy slippers for this guy

“Why are you looking at me like that? I am simply enjoying the pleasures of modern textiles…“

Haru in loose sweat gear (hoodie and sweatpants) would be pretty hot… I’m mostly imagining him wearing stuff I’ve seen guys wear at the gym, in terms of casual wear. Maybe he’d dabble in jewelry… Oh! And he could definitely rock a pair of ripped jeans, showing off his tattoos and all that

“So… what do you think? Ready to hit the town, gorgeous?”

And Aki can wear whatever he wants tbh

My first thought was a dress for some reason, but generally I imagine he'd wear like a snug muscle shirt and basketball shorts for ease of movement

I always think Aki wants to wear something that keeps his mobility due to his shenanigans

“Come look at this new outfit I bought, bunny! I look pretty cool, huh? ;)”

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Also idk if their facial markings are makeup or tattoos or something. I know it’s meant to resemble traditional face paint so uh..

Maybe because they’re shapeshifters, they can kinda do whatever they want with their skin probably? Yeah, I like that

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Bonus, my personal Natsu!

All the comfy sweaters and sweatshirts and pants, hoodies—anything. That man was out in the woods and living like a confused nomad for 200 years, he’s from the Summer Clan and he wants to be warm damnit!!!

He also may be a bit shy about his arm scars, but eventually I’d like to imagine him wearing oversized tshirts with his hair pulled up in a messy bun wearing his favorite beaded bracelet and some adidas slides. He’s my handsome boy!!!

Oh and also I think All of the Kitsune should wear skirts (I have long loose skirts in mind, but anything really) because I think that’d be cool and very gender of them

[novelsbynia]

GEMINI:

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Chapter Three: Stress Reliever

Warnings: language, smut

Song for chapter: Meddle About by Chase Atlantic

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October 27th

Scarlett got up from her comfy bed. As her socks hit the hard wood, she walked around her bed to her bedroom door. Opening it slowly she was met with the boy with the soft curls she was thinking about earlier. "I'm sorry it took almost forever for them all to fall asleep." Ethan whispered as she closed the door behind him."It's okay. You're here now."

"Yeah, I am." Ethan's hands traveled to Scarletts waist as his lips traveled to hers as well. "Jump." He demanded. Scarlett did as told as Ethan's hands travel to her bottom holding her against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as her lips found his again. The kiss was anything but neat and nice. It was messy and needy. They needed each other after this shitty day, Scarlett specifically. He slowly laid her down on the bed behind her trying to not make any noise too loud to wake the others. "I'm taking these." Ethan's fingers gripped the waistband of Scarlett's sweats pulling them down gently.

"Were you expecting me to come in here tonight?" Ethan looked at her naked center than up at her. "Maybe." Scarlett wasn't ashamed to admit that she may of purposefully forgot to put on underwear tonight. Especially with Ethan sleeping in the next room. Ethan wasted no time as her inserted his ring and middle into her. With a simple come here motion a small moan escaped Scarlett's lips. "You need to relax but you have be quiet baby." Ethan instructed as his fingers purposefully went faster. "Trying." Scarlett muttered. Her breathing quickly picked up when Ethan connected his mouth to her neck once more.

He then removed his fingers placing the two in his mouth. He sucked the remnants off his fingers before going for her sweatshirt. He threw Scarlett's sweatshirt somewhere in her room. Ethan lean in and gave her another needy hot kiss. Without any warning he slammed his fingers back in her. "Fuck!" Scarlett breathed. His lips found her neck than her collar bone than her breast. Leaving sloppy kisses and little nibbles on the way down till he finally reached his destination.

"Oh God." Scar moans as Ethan's tongue worked its way up and down and sucked where she needed him most. Ethan looked up at the girl unfolding before him and smirked as he added "Ethan I-" Scarlett stuttered. "Mhm." Ethan hummed into her. The vibrations was the push she needed to come undone under him. Ethan smiled at the vision in front of him. He works his way back up leaving little kisses along the way.

Ethan planted a small peck on her Scarletts lips. "I need these off." Scarletts hands went straight to the buttons on Ethans jeans. Once she got the button undone and the zipper down Ethan wrapped his fingers around the waistband of his jeans and briefs and pulled them down. Discarding them on the floor next to the bed Scarlett wrapped her hands around him. "Lay down." Ethan instructed. "But I wanted to-" Scarlett looked up at the man on his knees above her. "It's okay princess. I'm okay I promise, just lay down."

Scarlett laid herself backdown on her pillow, Ethan slowly making his way between her legs. "Fuck." escaped his lips as he slowly thrusted in. A gasp left Scarlett as he slowly went in again. "God." Scar breathes out as Ethan slowly started to pick up the pace. Scarletts nails stared to dig into the flesh of Ethan's toned back and he sped up. Her fingers now painting a picture on his back.

It's been three months since they started hooking up and each time they do it never feels old. Every time feels as new and exhilarating as the first time. They now knew each others body like the back of their hands. Where to touch, where to kiss. Where to apply pressure, and how much.

Scarlett let out a moan she was trying to suppress. "Baby-" Scarlett hears Ethan warn her but her body is betraying her. "Can- can't he- help- it." Scarlett stuttered out. She felt a hand cover her mouth causing her noises to muffle while Ethan's lips attached to her neck. Oh God I don't know how much longer I can't take Scarlett thought to herself. "God I-ugh-fuck baby." Ethan's words were just what she needed to push her over the edge again.

"I'm gonna-" She couldn't even get the rest of the muffled sentence out as she look into his concentrating brown eyes. "Cum baby. Cum for me." That all she needed to feel her release course through her. Ethan followed shortly after. He removed his hand from her lips and leans down to give her a kiss. It was tender and sweet unlike the ones before. "Don't forget to use the bathroom." Ethan kissed her shoulder as he went to lay on the pillow next to her. "You're right. Where is my- there it is." Scar grabbed her sweatshirt and sweatpants and quickly threw the comfy clothes back on.

Scarlett made her way to the bathroom trying to not wake her friends in the process. After her successful mission she emptied her liquids and washed her hands. The connecting door to the bathroom from Quinn's room opened suddenly. "Oh I'm sorry." Quinn took out her earphones. "You're okay I was just about done." Scar dried her hands on the hand towel hanging on the wall next to the sink. "What are you still doing up? Are you okay?" Quinn asked. "Yeah, just can't sleep." She wasn't completely lying. She really couldn't sleep but now she had a better chance.

"Same. I have some NightQuill if you need some." Quinn offered. "No I'm okay, but thank you. Goodnight Quinn." Scarlett wished Quinn a good night. "Night Scar, try to get some sleep." Scarlett slowly walked back out in the family room trying to be as quiet as possible again till she reached her room. When she opened her door she saw Ethan in his briefs putting on his jeans. "Hey I have a pair of Chads sweatpants if you didn't want to be in jeans all night."

"You have a pair of Chads sweatpants?" Ethan questioned confused. "Yeah I mean this is his sweatshirt too that you can wear if you want." Scarlett gestured towards the sweatshirt she was currently wearing. Ethan furrowed his eyebrows together.

"When we first moved in before he roomed with you, him and Mindy stayed here. He left some clothes behind so my sisters and I just kind of use them from time to time. They're comfortable, here." Scar explained. "And no we never were together." she added. "I wasn't going to ask." Ethan tried his best to come off as convincing as he could. "Really? You weren't going to ask?"

"Well not anymore." Ethan whispered. Scarlett chuckled holding out the sweatpants for Ethan. He looked at them for a second before he finally gave in. He slid on the black sweatpants and grabbed his blue long sleeve from the floor. After throwing his shirt back on he laid back on his side of the bed.

Scarlett turned off her fairy lights hanging above her bed leaving just the light illuminating off her tv. She crawled into bed as Ethan opened his arms. She laid her head on his bicep as he wrapped his arms around her. "Are you okay? With everything that's happened tonight. Are you doing okay?"

"I'm okay." Scar whispered in his chest. "Scarlett you should know better. You can't lie to me." Ethan matched her tone. "Hmm?" Scar hummed. "With all the time we've spent together I'm able to tell when you lie. Or when you're upset, or angry or when you need to eat." Ethan joked getting a slap on the arm from Scarlett. "What you get angry when you don't eat."

"You're an idiot." Scarlett chuckled. "Maybe." Ethan looked down at her green eyes. Scarlett brought her right hand up to his chin as she leaned up and started giving him small pecks. The kiss deepened with small amounts of passion getting more and more aggressive but slow. "You need to get some sleep." Ethan pulled away.

"I know. You do too. You can't have anyone catch you in here." Scarlett explained. "Don't worry about me Scar, just get some sleep. I'll be okay. Come on." Ethen pulled her closer to him. She finally felt like she could relax as she was able to fall asleep listening to the sound of Ethans heartbeat. She felt safe.

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"Scar!" Chad's voice rang through the apartment. His voice getting closer and closer to Scarlett's door. Her eyes quickly shot open. Were they okay? Scarlett thought to herself. "Scar." Chad knocked on Scarlett's door before the door opened not so shortly after. That's when it suddenly hit her. Ethan. She glanced over to the left side of the bed. However it was empty. "Hey Scar, time to get up."

"What time is it?" Scar asked reaching over for her phone on the night stand. "Eleven thirty." Chad told her as her eyes read eleven twenty eight. They also saw her phone didn't charge last night. She glanced behind her nightstand to see the plug out of the outlet.

"Is she up?" Mindy asked as she walked in the room. "Does anyone else want to come in my room?" Scar groaned. "So funny. Anyways, that brings me to my next thing. Meet us at one thirty at the park on campus. We need to go over a few things and I have to get to class." Mindy explained.

"Okay can you close my door now?" Scarlett asked as she collapsed back down on her pillow. "Sure, Ethan and I are heading out in a second too." Chad told her before closing the door behind him. Scarlett took a deep breath and propped herself out of bed. Her socks hit the floor and made their way over towards the living room.

"Nice pj's." Chad joked looking at her sweatshirt. "Ha ha thanks." quipped Scar. She looked over to Ethan on the couch with a coffee in his hand from their go to coffee place across the street. He raised his eyebrows and shot her a smirk that was quickly covered by his cup as he brought it up to his lips.

"Well we are heading out. We'll see you guys at the park. Ready roomie?" Chad looked over at Ethan. "Yeah." Ethan hopped up from the couch. He started walking over to the hallway when he stopped. "By the way Scar, your coffee is on the counter in the kitchen." Ethan shot her a quick wink before continuing on. "Oh thank you."

"We should head out soon. We gotta get to class." Anika grabbed her bag from the coffee table in front of them. "Okay. Imma take a shower I'll see you all later." Scar told her friends before heading toward the bathroom. The second Scarlett closed the door behind her she felt it. A wave of nausea and dizziness hit her. Her hand reached for the cold white marble of the bathroom sink for stability.

When was the last time she ate? She really couldn't remember after the events of last night. She knew that was probably the first thing she needed to do after her shower. After a minute the dizziness went away. However the nausea stayed. She grabbed the ends of her sweatshirt when her phone went off. She saw the name that popped up in front of her screen saver of her friends and sister.

Ethan:

Enjoy your coffee :)

Thank you I was wondering were you went this morning

I just wanted to be up before anyone woke up told you I would take care of it. I'll see you later

[thelonelyshore-if]

(I've just now realized you might not check reblogs so I'm copy/pasting my response into the ask box at the risk of becoming Very Annoying because I'd feel worse if you didn't see it at all)

I'm not upset with you or anon, so no need for apologies (though I do appreciate it, you're so sweet)! I just love these characters so much, I want to be able to enjoy them alongside everyone else, which is why I tried (and failed) to come up with my own scenario.

Having the ROs react to outfits they picked for MC is such a cute idea! I hate shopping for anything, so having help clothes shopping would be such a blessing to me.

Hehehe, I'm glad you like the nickname! Literally came up with it to antagonize (affectionate) Willow with. I can't wait for the banter, I just know it's going to be so good! I'm also looking forward to some answers. I have my theory about what was going on, so I'm interested to see if I'm right (or at least close).

Howdy!! Sorry it took me a Minute to answer this, life has been.....a lot lmao. But I finally am getting to asks so!!

First off, you're definitely not being annoying. I do usually see reblogs, but don't always comment on them with any thoughts I have. But I love reading them!

I'm forever fascinated and excited by the idea that y'all have your own theories--it makes me even more hyped to dig into things. I can't wait to see how close you all end up being...and hope it's still fun regardless <3

Now!! Onto the fun part. Reactions to MC in clothes the ROs picked out under the cut c:

Beck- would get into dressing up MC no questions asked. They love fashion, even though their own fashion sense leans towards athleisure/casual, and would enjoy peppering MC with questions about what sort of clothes they like. When they saw MC show off the look they picked out they'd be hyped as hell--super proud and boastful, lol. Like..."I knew you'd look incredible. I'm good."

Croft- personally hates going shopping (busy, bright, loud), but loves fashion. It would probably even out and they'd be pretty excited to pick something out for MC. Their own style is fairly alt and they'd definitely try to pick out something similar for MC. And they'd be pleased with the results...even if the particular style isn't necessarily MC's usual lol.

Jay- depends--F!Jay would have fun with dressing MC up and would feel flattered and a little flustered with the results. Like...she'd get to see MC in the outfit she picked. Similar enough to in her own clothes that it would make her heart beat faster. M!Jay though is...not very fashion savvy. He'd be kind of shy about it, worried he'd pick something out that MC wouldn't like haha.

Perri- would get really excited about it, I think! Darting from store to store trying to find something that's perfect. They really love accessories so that would be their favorite part--trying to find something that feels like it fits MC. And once MC tried on the outfit they'd be sooooo excited. Just like, omg you look great ;.;

Ravi- have you considered an oversized vintage sweater? perhaps some beige slacks? lol Ravi is not the most imaginative. If he was tasked with picking out/buying an outfit for MC he'd essentially either a) just put together something he'd wear or, b) go with the classics. Much like in the demo lmao--just a sweatshirt and jeans. Comfy and simple.

Yasmin- would be the most excited out of everyone. She enjoys going to Easthaven's mall as well as 'thrifting' in the town's many, many antique and second-hand stores. She'd drag MC all around town trying to put together the perfect outfit. She'd also be peppering MC with questions throughout, to make sure she picked something that made them feel comfortable and that they liked.

[stonerbellybabe]

Thought it might interest you guys to know:

my comfy pants are in the wash and I had to wear jeans to come to school to study, but I’m still pretty bloated from that big dinner, so I have my pants unbuttoned under my sweatshirt.

That is all.