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The Captain - Simon Riley x Sniper!Reader, Wife!Reader

summary: Ghost’s sniper wife (reader) joins Task Force 141 on an op, against his wishes call sign: Freyja warning: mentions of violence and death (ofc), blood Next >>

John Price stood at a round table, leading the mission brief for the team’s upcoming operation. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz sat around the table in various positions. Soap with his boots kicked up onto the table, chair tilted back; Gaz leaned forward onto the table, his forearms on the surface; Ghost leaned back against his chair, arms crossed over his chest. Soap and Gaz wore their regulation tan t-shirts and camo pants, while Ghost was clad in a black long-sleeve and his standard skull balaclava.

“So if we’re stormin’ the building, we’re all accounted for,” Soap pointed out, clicking the pen between his fingers. “We need a sniper.”

“Called in a favor with a good friend, who should have been here–”

“Ten minutes ago,” a strong but mellow voice cut in as a figure turned through the doorway. “I know, sorry John. Got a bit caught up with my room assignment. Tried to put me on the other side of base.”

A woman came into view, offering her hand out to John. They firmly grasped each other’s forearms in a quick shake. Soap and Gaz both had only slightly surprised expressions. Not at the fact that their sniper was female; they’d worked with plenty of fierce women during their time in Task Force 141.

The fact that she did not look the part.

She wore a massively oversized black sweatshirt that brushed her thighs and dark blue skinny jeans, her hair loose down her back. Must’ve just got off a plane, Soap thought to himself, looking her up and down. Her stance showed her confidence, feet shoulder-width apart as she faced the team with a bright smile (one not often found in their field of work) and glowing skin. She wasn’t necessarily small, more average height, but her attire dwarfed her frame. 

“Thank you for joining us, Captain,” Price nodded at her. “This is Freyja. American Special Forces, sniper, undercover ops. She’s been briefed and will be joining us temporarily for the op. She comes highly recommended and outranks all of you, so I’d suggest you be on your best behavior.”

The woman jabbed Price with her elbow, rolling her eyes, much to Soap’s surprise. He barely suppressed the laugh that bubbled in his chest, unable to help the small choking laugh that escaped. Ghost glared at him and he quickly piped down.

“Thanks, John, but I think I’ll be fine. Glad to be of use.”

“Happy to have you. Let me know if you need anything while you’re here. I’ll leave you to it, get acquainted. We leave at 0400 hours. We’ll be infiltrating in daylight; prepare accordingly.”

“Aye, Captain,” Soap nodded once and saluted him, setting his chair back down as he rose. He watched John pat her shoulder on his way out, sharing what seemed like a knowing look, before finally departing to his quarters. Interesting.

Soap was the first to cross the room, taking her hand in a firm grip. “Pleasure to meet you, Captain. Sergeant John Mactavish,” he introduced, shaking her hand. He noted her equally firm grip and the cool metal of a wedding band pressing into his palm. Her skin was calloused yet soft, not as rough as his own. 

“Soap, right? Heard a lot about you.”

“Aye. Good things I hope?"

“Mostly.”

A boisterous laugh left him, so loud you’d think the room shook. Soap heard Gaz gag on his water before breaking into a choked wheeze. The other man approached, shaking her hand as well. “Kyle Garrick, call me Gaz.”

Her hands found their way into the pockets of her sweatshirt.

“So, Freyja… like the–?”

A gentle, airy giggle floated into his ears. What a lovely sound. “Yes, like the goddess. I know, my husband’s idea.”

Soap groaned, his head lolling back in faux agony as he pressed a hand to his chest. “You’re breakin’ my heart, lass. Was hopin’ ya didn’t have one’a those. He in the service?”

“He is, but you wouldn’t know him. Keeps a pretty low profile,” she shrugged, keeping her eyes on the two men in front of her.

”D’ya think I could take him?”

”Probably not.”

Neither Soap nor Gaz noticed the way Ghost’s mask twitched slightly, evidence of the smirk that pulled at his lips. But she knew his microexpressions like the back of her hand, even out of the corner of her eye. The Scot remembered Ghost’s presence suddenly and waved his hand in his direction. He hadn’t made any move to greet the newcomer and hadn’t spoken during the entire brief.

“Steamin’ Jesus, Ghost, you heard the man. Be nice to the lady!”

Ghost grunted, keeping his arms folded on his chest. “Captain.”

“Lieutenant.”

The two stared at each other, her brow quirked. As the seconds passed, the interaction became increasingly awkward for everyone else in the room. Even the thickest person on the planet could have sensed the tension. Unable to take the silence any longer, Gaz stepped in to attempt to relieve some tension. “You two worked together before?”

“You could say that,” Ghost stated as he rose from his chair. “A word, Freyja?”

Her tongue poked at the inside of her cheek and she squinted at him. It was almost comical, the height difference between the two. Typically, Soap would have made a snarky quip, if not for the vicious look in her eyes. He wouldn’t say it out loud to him, but the scowl rivaled his lieutenant‘s. Finally, she spoke, “Excuse us, gentlemen. I’ll see you in the morning. You know where to find me in the meantime.”

“G’night, Cap,” Soap nodded and moved to the side, allowing her to pass to the door. Ghost didn’t spare them another glance as he followed behind her. The two men stood silently until they heard a door slam shut up the hall. Soap snapped his gaze to Gaz and found him already looking with wide eyes.

“What was that about?”

Soap shrugged noncommittally. “Not a clue. Bad history? Ghost’s no’ exactly skilled in manners.” He went to head to his room when he noticed a military-issue duffel where Freyja had been standing, an American flag patch on the side. He bent down and slung it over his shoulder. “Left her stuff. I’m gonna drop it by ‘for hittin’ the hay. See ya in the mornin’.”

They went their separate ways, Gaz disappearing to the armory to stock up for the mission. Soap approached the only spare room in their wing and rapped his knuckles against the door. He waited for a few beats to no response and repeated the motion.

Nothing.

Soap’s brows furrowed when he heard what sounded like a muffled argument from the next door up, labeled “Lt. Riley”. Soap should have just left her duffel in front of her door and continued on his way to his bedroom, and gone to bed.

But no, he just had to snoop.

He crept toward the door, still holding the bag as he pressed his ear to the hollow wood. They clearly knew each other, but Ghost hadn’t seemed happy to see her. He felt a bit guilty spying on his lieutenant, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. He heard Ghost’s deep voice first.

“We had a deal. You’re supposed to be on leave, and Price knows that. I have half a mind to wring his fucking neck–”

“John didn’t ask me to be here, I volunteered–”

“Cut the shit, Y/N. I’m not daft. He has no place calling you in without asking me first.”

“I don’t take orders from you, Simon!”

Simon? Just how familiar were they with each other?

“Oh, I’m well aware. I just figured that when your husband asks you to stay home, you'd listen! How silly of me!”

So he knows her husband. Interesting. 

“That’s not fair, and you know it.”

“You want to talk about fair? You went around my back to my Captain. I’d say anything’s fair play at this point.” Heavy boots crossed the floor. “This isn’t just about you anymore. You’re not my superior, you’re–”

Soap shuffled his feet, he realized too late how loud the noise was in the empty hallway, and the voices suddenly stopped. He knocked in an attempt to recover, quickly stepping back from the door before it opened. The woman appeared, now in a too-big band tee, her dog tags resting on her chest. “Hi, Johnny,” she greeted, her tone significantly warmer than it had been a moment ago. 

He didn’t remember mentioning his preference for the name, but he couldn’t find a reason to comment on it then. “You, uh, left ya bag. Wanted to drop it off, figured you’d be here.”

“Oh, my bad. Thanks, I appreciate it.” He transferred her possessions to her. The bag that appeared standard when he carried it looked huge compared to her frame. The added weight did not phase her. “We have an early morning. I’m heading to bed.”

Ghost moved from his spot near the bed on the other side of the room. “Frey–”

She held a hand up, sending another chilling glare in his direction. Soap was impressed when Ghost didn’t even blink at the look. “Enough, Lieutenant. That’s an order.” He didn’t miss the eyes behind the skeleton glowering or how the fabric near his mouth shifted. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he growled through clenched teeth. 

She brushed by Soap, readjusting the bag on her shoulder as she stormed to her room, somehow gracefully maintaining her posture. Before he could turn back to question Ghost, the door swung shut in his face.

Real polite.

~*~

“Alpha-One, in position.”

“Copy that, one. Alpha-Two, in position.”

“Bravo?” Soap’s partner looked over his shoulder at the white light flashing at them in the distance. There was a muffled choking sound and a swallow, followed by a sniffle. “Freyja?”

“Sorry. Multiple armed guards. Two snipers at the east and west sides of the targets.” Her voice, while calm, sounded tired and a bit drained. As if she could sense the unspoken question, she came through their headsets again. “Little sick this morning. I’m fine.”

Ghost's jaw set and he rolled his shoulders, blinking a few times to focus. Soap noticed the motion and covered the mic on his headset. “You a’right, Lt.?” he asked, his voice concerned with his brows furrowed. 

Ghost ignored him. “Can you get a visual inside?”

“Negative. Windows are blocked in both buildings. You’re going blind.”

“What’s the call, ma’am?” Gaz’s voice.

“This is Price’s op. I’m just here for support.”

“Ghost?” Price this time. 

Ghost audibly sighed, his irritation at the situation clear. Soap wondered how bad their last encounter could have been for the usually collected man in front of him to be so disheveled. Soap looked over at the lieutenant, who had turned his attention back to the opening in the wall between them. “Bravo, hold your position. Understood?”

“Affirmative.”

“Alpha-One, move in on your target on my command.” Ghost clicked off his mic and slid the chamber back on his pistol, doing one final check.

Soap took the opportunity to follow up on his unanswered concern. “Ghost, you good? Seem tense. Something going on with the lass?”

“Shut up, Sergeant.” He reached up to click his headset back on. “Freyja cleared hot to engage.”

“Standby.” A beat passed, then another, until the suppressed shot of a sniper rifle rang through their headsets, followed by the bolt being pulled back and pushed forward. Another shot. “Clean hit. Snipers down.”

“Copy. Alpha-One, move in. Keep it quiet,” Ghost commanded, signaling Soap forward with a tilt of his head.

She watched Ghost and Soap move swiftly around structures and cars forward to their target. Her gaze periodically adjusted between them and Alpha-One, Gaz and Price. Soap’s accent was low in her ear. “Approaching target. Engaging two hostiles.”

The pair dispatched the guards with ease, the same as the other team up the road.

“Be advised, I have no eyes inside,” she reminded the group, surveying the surrounding area as both teams entered the building.

“Roger. Breaching.”

On their frequency, angry shouts and gunfire had her writing uncomfortably in her spot. She didn’t like not having a solid visual of her team; it made her feel helpless. The audio of the scene inside wasn’t helping her nerves (or nausea) much, either. The sniper was almost lost in her thoughts when she caught movement at the edge of her scope up the street.

Reinforcements.

“Ghost, engaging incoming hostiles. You might want to bug out,” she suggested, taking several shots at the armed men back-to-back. “Alpha-One, sound off.”

“Heard. Intel acquired,” Price acknowledged. “Clearing out.”

“Alpha-Two, how copy?”

The radio crackled once before Soap came through. “Copy, I’ve lost visual on Ghost. Got separated in the firefight,” he grunted, still firing shots inside the building. “‘M gonna have to squirt.”

Something wasn’t right. “Ghost, how copy?”

Silence.

“Lieutenant, what’s your status?”

Her skin crawled at the repeated silence. “Fuck.” She took a deep breath and pulled her knees underneath her body, her stomach suddenly stilling, nausea disappearing. “Abandoning post.” Her voice pierced through their radios with urgency. She abandoned her rifle and made her way down from her perch.

“Absolutely not. We’re converging at the meeting point now.” Price cursed under his breath as she brandished her sidearm and sprinted towards Ghost’s last location. “Stand down, Bravo, that’s an order!” The captain commanded, rough and authoritative.

“All due respect, Price, get bent.”

Price and Gaz watched helplessly as she disappeared into the structure, Soap approaching them from their flank. “The absolute balls on that one, aye?” he snickered, eyeballing Price. He didn’t even flinch, expression hard as steel as he rubbed his face. He hadn’t seen his captain that stressed in quite a while. Maybe not the time for jokes…

The blood-curdling screams Soap heard would scare any man straight. It sounded like a horror movie slaughterhouse over their comms, whether it was caused by Ghost or Freyja he didn’t know. He did know it was her voice that said Ghost’s name and assumed the distant, heated mumbling was Ghost. He must have lost his headset if they couldn’t hear him clearly, and what they were hearing was whatever her comms picked up. “Shut the fuck up and move. If you were fine, I wouldn’t be here, Lieutenant. You can thank me later,” she snapped, sounding eerily similar to a stereotypical angry wife. There’s no way she cleared out that entire convoy on her own…

Right?

Moments later, without any other gunfire, the pair emerged. Ghost was indeed missing his headset, while Freyja trudged in front of him, taking long steps to cross the street. Her helmet was gone, and her hair had come loose. Gun in one hand, a familiar black combat knife in the other, dripping blood. Strands of hair clung to her face, coated in dark red, along with her hands, bare arms, and vest. Soap’s eyes blew wide. “Steamin’ bloody Jesus, did she–?”

Price hummed and nodded beside him. In the same breath, she stumbled over to a car and gripped the door handle, dumping her stomach on the dusty road. Soap and Gaz moved to help, but Price stopped them with a single grunt. Ghost was immediately on her, expertly sweeping her hair into one hand as he pulled her earpiece out, cutting off their audio. One of her hands grabbed his vest for support while his other hand rested on her back.

“Well, that’s unusual,” Soap chimed, his head cocked to the side as he watched the display.

“Quit starin’ and load up. I doubt that’s the last of those reinforcements.” Price waved at them, catching Ghost’s attention and pointing to an approaching Heli, waving his hand in a “roll out” motion.

~*~

The ride back to base in the heli was one of the most awkward experiences of Soap’s life; not a word was spoken during the short trip. Ghost pulled a rag out of his vest and silently handed it to Freyja to wipe some blood from her face; she passed him the blade she had carried, and he finally placed its familiarity when Ghost tucked it into the empty holster at his hip. She looked utterly drained now that they were in close quarters. In another shocking moment, she rested her head on Ghost’s shoulder, and he didn’t move to shove her off.

What the fuck?

At the base, Ghost dropped her off at the medical bay before storming into the meeting room where the team had gathered to debrief. “You’re a dead man, Price,” he barked, finger jabbed at him as his skull plate skittered across the table when he threw it. “You fuckin’ knew–”

“Simon, I’m sorry–”

“Don’t “Simon” me. Sorry’s not gonna cut it, Captain! If she’s hurt–”

“I didn’t think she would compromise herself that easily.”

Ghost barked a dry, humorless laugh as he pointed in the general direction of the infirmary. “Of course, she’s bloody compromised! She’s my fuckin’ wife, you git!” he snarled, teeth viciously bared as he ripped off his mask.

“Hell’s fuckin’ bells…”

“Bloody hell…”

He was too angry (and, frankly, scared for his wife’s health) to acknowledge their audience. “This is exactly why I told you not to call her. I can’t focus if I’m worried about her safety right now. She’s supposed to be safe at home, resting, not running into a bloody warzone, for God’s sake!” 

“She was told not to leave her post–”

“When has she ever obeyed a direct order?”

Silence fell over the group, Price effectively losing the argument. Neither Sergeant wanted to find themselves on the other end of Ghost’s rage. They had no envy for Price and dared not get between them. No envy at all. On the other hand, Soap had so many questions. Since where was Ghost married? When did he have the time for a wife? And an American at that? How long had he been keeping her a secret?

“Simon.”

Four heads whipped to the soft voice across the room, finding the woman of the hour standing in the doorway. A superficial cut on her forehead had been taped up, her face clear of blood. Soap and Gaz stared at her in disbelief, jaws dropped as they looked from her to Ghost and back again. She chuckled at their expressions but didn’t move to approach them. “Captain Riley. Lovely to meet you both, officially,” she reintroduced herself, a slight smirk on her lips. She finally met her husband’s gaze, her expression softened at his bare face, save for the black paint.

He curled two fingers at her, one arm crossed over his chest. “C’mere. Now,” he ordered her, though his tone had little bite to it.

Even only knowing the sniper for such little time, Soap was outright shocked at the display. Flabbergasted by her obedience when she immediately strode to the spot next to him, barely leaving any space between their chests. It didn’t seem like her. He was obviously wrong, considering what he’d just witnessed. 

Ghost took a deep breath as he peered down at her, examining her visible skin for injuries. “I’m right pissed at you, love,” he muttered, allowing her to loop a finger in his belt loop.

She smiled up at him, her admiration clear now that the sergeants had been let in on the secret. “I know.”

“Don’t give me that look.” The man sighed exasperatedly and rolled his eyes. He knew he couldn’t hold his ground with that smile of hers. He dropped a gloved hand to rest on her lower belly, rubbing the spot with his thumb. “You alright?”

She placed her hand on top of his and bobbed her head. Her familiar glow from the night before had returned.

“I’d like an apology.”

“And I’d like a parade in my honor. Oh, and a good ol’ fashioned fu–”

“Oi, better watch that fuckin’ mouth of yours.”

“You love my mouth.”

“Tha’ I do. Just not right now, sweetheart.”

Soap couldn’t take it anymore. “Steamin’ blood Jesus L.t., are you…flirting?”

“Shamelessly,” she giggled, never once tearing her eyes away from the man towering over her.

Ghost rolled his eyes again, his other hand slipping into its home on the side of her neck. “You’re done. I mean it. And if you call her again, I walk,” he threatened, turning his head to address Price directly. “Don’t think I won’t.”

“Ghost, she held her own just fine,” Soap interjected from his chair. “Hen took out an entire squad practically single-handedly, plus the convoy before she went in after ya. I don’t see the problem.”

Realization dawned on Gaz suddenly, forcing him to his feet again. “You’re pregnant,” he exclaimed, both in shock and awe. “That’s why you were feeling sick. And the big clothes. You’re on maternity leave."

The lack of response from John and Freyja and how Ghost studied Gaz said everything they needed to know.

“No wonder you’ve been downright crabbit with her! Can’t say I blame ye, ‘s too dangerous out there to be mucking about with a little one in there.” Soap rose to his feet too, smiling like a cheeseball, ready to ruthlessly tease him. “How’d you manage that, Ghost? A bangin’ wife and a baby?”

“I know it’s been a while for you, Sarge–”

“Aw, away n’ bile yer heid!” the Scot barked, dismissing his lieutenant with a wave.

“English, MacTavish.”

“Sorry, sir, let me translate…Go fuck yourself.”

“Much better.”

He moved on from Ghost, addressing Freyja now. “I’ve so many questions! How long ‘ave you been together?” Soap leaned against the round table in front of them, his hands dragging across the shaved portion of his head.

“How old am I?” Ghost asked in a low, teasing timber.

Her upper lip tugged upwards as her hand wavered, indicating an estimate. “Five years, give or take.”

“Five years?! Son of the god-damn-devil, Lt! You’ve had a secret wife for five years–” He cut himself off with a gasp, his volume dropping to a brash whisper. “Does he take the mask off when you—”

“Tha’ll do, Johnny.”

Her bubbly laugh filled the room, and she swatted his tactical vest with her palm. “Si, don’t be an ass,” she warned, raising a brow at him. “Oh, John! I have pictures for you!” The woman let go of her husband and dug out folded ultrasound photos from her zipped pocket. She, Price, and Gaz moved to another corner of the room, gushing over the snapshots of her latest appointment before flying out, leaving Soap and Ghost alone by the meeting table.

A mischievous grin overtook Soap’s face. “An American, eh, Lt.? And she outranks you?”

“Not another word, Sergeant.”

A long pause stretched between them, although not long enough for Ghost’s liking.

“So… Goddess of love, beauty, and war,” he inquired, raising an eyebrow at the Brit, who threw him a questioning side-eye. Soap hummed. “Fitting.”

Soap almost gawked at the smirk (borderline smile) that Ghost bore as he watched his wife animatedly pour over her photos. “I’m well aware.” Another moment passed between them before Ghost fully turned to the other man. “Johnny?”

“Yeah, Ghost?"

“Flirt with my wife again, I’ll knock your teeth in."

"Noted, sir."

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[captainlondonman]

Skin or not Skin

Jake remembered exactly the first day he got off on Skinheads. The day when Skins started to infiltrate his brain. He was walking down the High Street when he saw in front of him 3 Skinheads from the rear. Two were in tight bleachers which seemed moulded to their arses, the other was in camos. All had high boots with either red or white laces, the boots were highly polished. All wore Alpha bomber jackets. The taller was clearly powerfully built  and his green jacket had the sleeves pushed up to show off all his tattoos and Jake could see the spider web tattoo all the way across his neck. The other two guys were smaller, the chubbier one’s arse really filled out his bleachers he wore a black alpha bomber and the third guy wore green to go with his camos. They walked together in a threatening way and Jake could see people turning round to stare. He heard the tall one shout out

‘What the fuck are you looking at. Never seen a Skin before. Quit the looking or I’ll punch the living daylight out of ya.’

‘Who the fuck’ he turned to his friend. ‘We’re skins we own this fucking place. I take no fucking prisoners.’

Jake’s cock was rigid, he looked down at his trackies and Christ it was making a huge bulge. He quickly wrapped his jacket over his trackies to conceal it but he felt so horny looking at these powerful gays with their shaved heads. They oozed power and aggression. He was under their spell.

They walked off in a different direction but as soon as Jake got inside his flat he had his cock down his trackies, still rigid and now a large wet patch of precum showing. He flipped his cock out and leant back against the wall with his eyes closed  dreaming of especially the tall guy imagining what he looked like from the front, imagining that if his bleachers were tight on his arse then he would be showing a huge bulge inching its way down his leg. He wanted to be at the guy’s mercy on his knees ready to take the cock all the way down his throat. He wanted to feel part of the Skin. Jake’s decent sized prick was almost vertical it was so hard as he started to run his hand up and down the shaft his cock head glistening with precum. The more he rubbed he more he could almost feel himself under full control of the Skin, being a full sub to his top. He could see the full picture of the Skin and his mind was in overdrive as his wanking brought him to  ejaculate. He threw his body outwards, shouting ‘fuck me Skin let me be your slave.’ His spunk lashed out, the biggest wank and most cum he had had in ages. He was hooked.

Jake could not get the ideas of Skinheads out of his mind and he started trawling the internet for photos. Once he got on to Tumblr, there were photos everywhere, not just normal pics but Skins fucking and sucking each other. Jake had never wanked as much in his life. The more he looked at these sites he suddenly one day decided he needed to have some of his own gear that he could wear around the flat. Nobody need know but at least he could feel more like a Skin. He went on to eBay to see what he might get and sure enough he bought the long white socks, the Lonsdale T shirt and red braces. He went on to the Doc Martens web site and found the high boots with red laces. Under bomber jackets he found the green Alpha jacket just like the tall skin who even though he had not seen the guys face was becoming his idol. Finally there was a bleachers site and he looked to see what was available. He hardly needed to decide it had to be ones with the rear zip. He was impatient to have them all and each day hoped the postman would deliver the clothes he craved for. They duly arrived and he was ready to wear for the first time but he also purchased two other items to complete his pleasure.

Jake laid all his new clothes out and stood back to admire. It was all Skin gear and he could wear the things that Skins wore and feel like one of them even if he wasn’t. It wasn’t as easy as he thought to put it all on especially lacing up the boots but before he managed to step into his bleachers his cock was so hard and pulsating with pleasure. Just like his hero they were so tight at the arse but his thick cock was stuffed down his right leg making a bulge that he never knew he had. There was the beginning of a precum stain showing. He put on the T shirt and then attached the braces to the jeans. At first he pulled them up but then remembered his idol let them hang down and so he did the same. He put on the green alpha bomber last and stood with his legs apart staring at his new look in the mirror. OK so he still had his head of dark wavy hair but he looked like a God, almost a Skin. So he could act out the part he took his new piece of clothing out. A full rubber hood with eye slits and another for his mouth. He pulled it down tight and it was pressed tight against his whole face all the way down to the base of his neck. He then looked at himself. Now he no longer looked like Jake but like a Skin. He let his arms swing wide and staring into the mirror he shouted

‘I’m a fucking Skin mate, I’ll fucking kill you. You want a fuck well I’m a skin fucker. I take no shit.’

His cock was bursting as he felt himself become a skin but he needed the one final thing. From his bed he took up the 9” black rubber dildo and let a few gobs of spit roll over the shaft. Easing the rear zip down he let himself go into the squat position and pushed the dildo up the crack of his arse. Watching his reflection he carried out shouting ‘I wanna be fucked by a skin. Skin to fucking skin. A good sized dick up my arse. Only a skin dick.’

He could feel the dildo moving up inside him until it was all the way up to the hilt. He felt as if his idol was inside him. His skin idol fucking the living daylights of him and he also a skin.

Using one hand to push and pull at the dildo he undid his front zip and yanked out his boner, taking it firmly in his other hand.

‘That’s it mate fuck me you skin and let me cum.’

 The more he rammed the dildo in and out of his arse the more his hand gripped his shaft. He was hardly needing to wank such was his excitement at seeing himself almost a skin and with a black rubber dildo all the way up him.

‘Fuck me you fucking skin, take me, spunk all the way up me man.’

And with that he came his cum spraying across the mirror, running in thick globs down, white and thickly creamy.

That night Jake slept in his full skin gear feeling encased being a skin. He woke up every now and then to press his hand on his seemingly constant erect cock. He had never felt like this.

He had hoped to rush home from work the next day to get back into his gear but had to meet friends after work for a drink His mates asked him if he was Ok as he seemed on edge but it was only because he wanted to stand in front of the mirror and shout abuse at himself.

As he left the pub he suddenly caught sight of his Idol, again the rear view only. He was on his own and looked as if he was on a mission. This time Jake thought he did not want to let him out of his view so quietly managed to follow him. He went down the edge of the old railway sidings making it difficult for Jake to hide but he managed to keep on the other side of the old railway carriages. The Idol walked into the darkened tunnel and stood at the far end leaning against the wall. Jake could now see what he looked like and it was even better than he imagined with the shaved head, the cobweb tattoo and a scar on one of his cheeks. He had obviously been in many fights and his nose looked like a boxer’s having been broken several times. But to Jake he was all man and good looking. As Jake stared at him  his cock was hard and he started stroking the trousers as his breathing increased. Suddenly he was aware of a noise on the other side of the carriages. Crouching he looked under the wheels and saw a pair of high Doc Martens with white laces moving towards the tunnel. The guy stopped at the tunnel opening. The Idol turned round to see who was approaching and put his hand to his crotch stroking the full length of his shaft and arching his back out so they could see the full thick outline. The new Skin stopped and also stroked his bleachers. He was a muscle guy with just bleachers and vest and Jake could see the tattoos all down both arms. The Idol unzipped his flies and brought out his cock. Christ it looked huge and was glistening in the night light. He then took his hand and started massaging the shaft. The other Skin started walking down the tunnel until he was facing the Idol who put one  arm out grabbing the guys hand and placing it firmly on his cock, his other arm going round the Skin’s neck and pulling him in to tongue him. Jake thought he would cum without any wanking he was so excited.

Suddenly the Idol moved his arms and spun the Skin round so he was flattened against the wall of the tunnel. The guy put up his arms and moved his arse out into the Idol’s crotch

The Idol pulled down the rear zip of the guy’s bleachers and poked two finger into his crack, moving them around to widen the hole. Taking the finger out he let spit drop onto his prick and rubbed it gently up and down the shaft so his spit covered the full length of his tool. Placing one arm on the guys shoulder he used the other to guide his dick into the crack and slowly Jake could see him shoving it up the full length. The skins mouth opened in pain as he could feel the thick diameter force its  way up. But he clearly loved it as he pushed his arse outwards so he could feel the Idol’s pubes rub against his bum. With his cock fully up, the Idol put both arms on the shoulders of the skin and started to push and pull sliding his cock almost the whole way out and then ramming it back in with greater force. The more he pushed the more the Skin shoved his arse backwards. The idol gripped hard the shoulder blades as his pleasure increased. Jake could make out that he was nearing his orgasm. Jakes cock was so hard it was painful and though he put his hand into trousers  it was caught inside so he had to rub the denim. As the Idol shot his load so Jakes own cock exploded down inside some of the cum oozing out through the fabric the rest forming a long drip line. Jake was breathless. This was like a dream come true the only drawback was that it was not him with the Idol. The two skins zipped up and giving one another a good tonguing, went their separate ways. It was only raw sex they wanted and both had been satisfied.

For Jake this was almost a dream come true, seeing the Idol ‘s large prick and then seeing it ramming the other Skin. He hardly slept working out his next move but he knew what had to be done.

The next evening when it was dark he put on all his Skin gear apart from the mask and slipped out of his apartment with a long coat covering most of his gear up in case someone saw him. He drove down near the tunnel and parked up then got out to hide in the bushes. His heart was racing. Would the skin return looking for more sex. The mere possibility had his cock hard the bulge straining against his bleachers. He heard a noise and sure enough his idol walked past and into the tunnel loitering at the end where there was a glow of light.

Jake was terrified but he so wanted to have the Skins cock. He put on the rubber hood pulling it tightly down over his head and neck. No one would know he was not a skin as the hood was so tight. He moved out of the bushes and started to walk towards the tunnel, making sure he walked with a swagger just like a Skin his arms slightly out as though he might be ready for a fight.

The Skin saw him at the end of the tunnel and stubbed out the ciggie from his mouth to let his hand come down and stroke his bulge. In the dim light Jake could make out the long hard bulge. Jake let one of his hands rub his own dick in the hope the Skin could see that he was also well hung. Jake felt like a skin about to have a session with another real Skin.

Trying not to breathe too heavily he approached the skin and stood in front saying nothing but waiting.

‘Luv your fucking hood mate .It’s making me feel right horny. I’ve a boner and a half here and need a good blow job so quit the looking, get down in front of me mate.. I want to see you unzip me and get yer hand inside my sweaty crotch and pull me out. You’ll like what you see. I want you to take the full length.

Jake did as told and got down on his knees and put his hands up to unzip the bleachers. He opened the button so he could get his hand inside and pushed his hand down past the hairy balls. Shit it felt as if he had to put his hand all the way down the guys leg to pull it out.

‘Don’t yank at it mate it’s me fucking prick.’

As Jake pulled it out so he could see the large head glistening with precum. He lowered the bleachers more so he could also get the balls out, and they were well hung.

‘Glad you like the balls as well mate as you can pull them while you suck me off. Luv me balls being pulled. Now get some of yer spit onto me dick before you suck.’

Jake let a big gob of spit emerge through the slit in his hood. And putting one hand around the guys balls he took hold of the shaft with his other hand and moved it to his mouth. The Skin could see the cock head sliding past the rubber slit as it entered Jake’s mouth

‘I fucking love the hood mate. Luv seeing my dick going through the rubber.’

 At first Jake thought he might gag but all he wanted was to have the full shaft slide down the back of his throat. As he grasped the Skin’s bleachers so the Skin let his hands slide over the hood.

‘Fucking love your rubber mate makes me even hornier. Almost as good as a fuck. Love me hands on the rubber pushing my dick further and further into yer throat. Shit man you love cock the way you’re gobbling me. Now pull on me balls, yank them down let me feel some pain.’

Jake grabbed the balls even tighter and pulled hard.

‘Fucking hell that’s sore mate but feels fucking great. Now suck.’

As Jake pulled so the Skin holding Jakes rubber clad head pushed his head in and out towards his pubes. Jake’s mouth was so full of cock. This was real.

‘Shit man I’m gonna come so get ready to take all me spunk and swallow it so you feel me going all the way down into you. I luv yer fucking rubber.’

And with that the Skin exploded his cum into Jake’s throat, so much cum that it started to ooze out the rubber slit and down the  front.

‘Shit man what a fucking blow job, yeah man.’

Once he had come he pushed Jake’s head back and took his hand to wipe any left over cum off his dick before stuffing it back into his bleachers.

‘I need to see what you look like mate, you’re something else.’

As we went to put his hands on the hood Jake said

‘No man leave it as is you liked the hood so let’s leave it at that.’

‘Did you not hear me? I said I want to see what you look like. Do as I say or Ill fucking knock  you.’

The Skin leant over Jake who was by now terrified and slowly grabbing the base of the neck the Skin pulled the mask up and over Jakes head.

Jake could not move. The Skin stared hard at him.

‘You’re not a fucking skin. All that clothing is just a joke. That fucking mass nof hair. You’re fucking pretending. Nobody but a Skin has sex with me. I fucking hate someone like you who thinks he is  skin. It’s not just fucking clothes. It’s a way of life. You slimy little bastard.’

‘I’m sorry but I love skin clothing and I’ve seen you around and so wanted sex with you.’

‘I could fucking kill you trying it on with me and having me cum like this. Don’t think you are getting away with this so stand up, NOW.’

Jake was almost paralysed with fear and did as told. The Skin put Jake into a stranglehold, tightening his grip around the throat.

‘I’m sorry, I really am.’ Jake blurted out. ‘I just wanted to be like you.’

‘You don’t fucking piss with me mate. Fucking little bastard. I’ll teach you. I could fucking well strangle you now.’

Jake felt his breath was being squeezed out of him, was becoming more and more dizzy, the pain increasing as he tried to breathe. Suddenly it was too much and he passed out.

Little by little Jake could feel his eyesight returning. He was not dead. He was not standing and he could hardly move his head. He realized he was on his knees but his neck felt cold and it was as though his neck was in a brace. He had no idea where he was . It suddenly dawned on him that he was in a cage and his head was jammed into a hole in the cage but not just that as he brought his hands up to his neck he could feel a steel collar around his neck. As he managed to look in front him, unable to fully raise his head he saw a pair of bleachers in white laced Doc martens in front of him. The Skin was on a stool facing him.

‘Wondered when you’d fucking well come round. So how do you feel. You’re mine now and it’s up to me what to do with you. Only I can let you out. I see you pissed yerself when I choked you but at last it’s drying out. Anyway bleachers are best if they’ve got dried piss down them. Skins like their boots nice and shiy so you can start licking mine.’

The Skin put one of his boots up into Jake’s face.

‘Now let me see a few good gobs on them before you lick.’

Jake cleared his mouth and spat several times onto the boot.

‘Now let me see you fucking lick. Start with the sole until I tell you to do the caps.’

Jake could feel the dirt and mud from the boots come up into his mouth. He wanted to gag but knew he would be punished so he swallowed and got on while the Skin stared at him.

‘That’s right mate now get on with the cap.. Let me see your tongue go all over.. Stick your fucking tongue the whole way out so I can see.’

Jake extended his tongue and licked over the surface. Being in the cage and at the Skin’s total mercy, licking boots made his heart race and he could feel his cock inching down his bleachers.

‘Good boy, now lick me other boot but let me cover it with some of my spit so I can see you taking in all my gob.’

The Skin spat hard on the boots, thick slimy spit.

‘Bet you love me gob eh mate? That’s right really lick, let’s see whose spit is best.’

Jake wanted to swallow the Skin’s spit as though he was devouring the person and making him part of him. Jake let his tongue linger on the spit and slurped it on the toe.

‘Lovely stuff mate. You see you’re mine. So you thought you could get away being a skin with that fucking hair of yours did you. No Skin has any hair we shave every other day and make it nice a shiny. That way you know not to mess with us. We are hard men and that ain’t just our cocks. So you know what is coming next. That hair of yours is going and soon you can see it all piled up on the floor.’

The Skin got out a barber’s electric razor and started working it over Jakes head. Jake wanted to shout out to stop but he wanted his hair gone and the more hair that was shaved off the more aroused Jake became.

‘Bet you’ve got a fucking boner with all this mate. Once I’ve finished with the electric razor I need to take the hand razor to get it all off so will put some shaving foam over your head. It’s all coming off a fucking treat mate. Gone all that fuzz of yours.’

Once the skin had used the razor he took a wet towel and removed all the remaining foam off to reveal  a nice shiny bald head.

‘OK mate you keep the steel collar on but I’m letting you out the cage so you can stand up. No funny stuff about escaping cause I fucking punch the living daylights out of you.’

The gate was released and Jake crawled out slowly standing up to his full height in front of the Skin.

‘Now let me see you proper. He took his large hand and slapped it over Jake’s face a couple of times.

‘A few bruises makes you look the real stuff boy.’

‘Shit man you sure look a fucking good skin. You looked a right pussy boy before but now scalped you look fucking great. And what did I say?’

With that the Skin took his hand and grabbed hold of the outline of Jakes stiff cock straining at his bleachers.

‘I said you had a boner and not a bad one at that. I like me skins with big dicks and you pass the test. Turn round.

Jake did as told and then felt the skins hands moving across his arse.

‘Those bleachers of yours sure give your bum a nice tight shape. I love a solid arse and you know what your arse is for eh boy.’

‘Yes sir to be fucked,’

‘Too fucking right. What with that arse of yours and yer erect pole I fucking wanting to shag you and get my dick all the way up that arse of yours. So bend over the cage but first get that cock of your out and lemme see. Jake stuffed his hand down his trousers leg and pulled out his dick.

‘Let me get my hand around that boy. A good thick one you’ve got there. Might need to feel that up me at some stage but for now you are mine.’

Jake almost shivered as he felt his cock being squeezed by the skin and feeling his beery breath on his face.

‘So you’ve seen mine but have another look now before I get it up you.’

He pulled out his cock, and he was clearly feeling so horny it was almost vertical.

‘I’ll need to push this one down boy to get it up you as you’re making me feel right horny. So before you bend over bend down and let some of your spit on my dick. That way it’ll go up easier for you.’

Jake let two big gobs on to the thick shaft and bent over, the Skin unzipping the rear of the bleachers.

I always fuck a guy in gear. Naked ain’t the same. I like my guys in full skin.’

The Skin got down behind Jake and put his face up against Jake’s arse using his tongue to lick and with his hands he could spread Jake’s cheeks wide to let his tongue get up the first part.

‘Lovely soft arse you’ve got there. No taste of shit. Now get ready to take this. Spread your legs and you’ll find it easier to take my thick tool Jut that arse out as well.’

Jake was almost gagging to be fucked by the Skin. This is what he had wanted since the first day he saw the guy. As he stuck his arse out so he felt the skins head burst through the opening. For someone who was so aggressive in his way of life he was gently taking Jake knowing that his tool would hurt unless Jake was ready  receive it.

‘Like that boy?’

‘Its fucking great. A right monster you have there’

‘I like your use of the word “Fuck” boy as we skins use it all the time. Shows we mean business.’

‘Then fucking fuck me sir.’

‘Don’t worry once I get this up to the hilt in your arse don’t expect me to be gentle. Now that’s it in really push yourself up against me then you have all of me inside you. Shit man you’ve been fucked a few times before. That arse of yours has had a few cocks up them.’

‘Yeah but none like your cock.’

The Skin put his arms round Jakes thighs.

Now stand up so you can press your body against me.

As Jake stood up so the Ski put his arms around Jake holding him tight and then kissed his neck.

‘Shit man I want you and not just tonight. Seeing that neck of yours has decided me that tomorrow you’ll have a good tat put across the back. I wanna see “Skinhead” and in big letters and then on your shoulder you’ll have my name showing all the lads you belong to me. Now let me get my hand onto that cock of yours and we can both orgasm at the same time. You’d like that eh?’

 Jake gulped as the Skin rammed his cock in and out as he let his body go from tight against the Skin and moving it slightly out until the thick head was almost ready to pop out but he knew exactly when to stop and then force himself back against the Skin.

‘Fuck, wank me man let me cum in your hand. I wanna have your hand covered in my spunk. Go on fuck me man, fuck me hard’, Jake shouted.

‘Take my fucking dick, feel me deep inside you sliding that massive shaft of mine up and down that juicy arse of yours. I can feel that dick of yours pulsating ready to erupt.’

‘Just fuck me, cum all the way inside me and get the spunk all the way up me.’

‘You’re about to get it  I’m ready man. So you too man spunk away.’

‘I’m a fucking skin being fucked by a fucking great skin. Its fucking brill man that’s it fuck me unload that spunk now.’

And with one final push the Skin shot his load deep inside Jake’s arse and the Skins hand was covered with thick creamy spunk.

They sank back over the cage exhausted

‘That’s the fucking best shag I have ever had.’ Jake shouted.

‘You won’t get better than me.’

‘Here’s a towel, wipe yourself off and get that prick of yours back in your bleachers. I’ll zip up your rear. You’ll soon have a nice damp patch of my cum oozing out that crack of yours and everyone will know who done it. I’m taking you to the skin club to meet the lads but you keep that collar on for now. I want them all to know that you are mine and I ain’t sharing you out. They’ll all want a bit of that cock so get ready to be touched up but its only me that gets to use your arse.’

‘I don’t want anyone else. I am yours and only yours and I am a skin at last. No longer a dream thanks to you and the real thing. A skin and your skin.’

[butchjess]

the jess mariano s2 outfits post.. all of his outfits for every one of his appearances including accessories and other such things found to the best of my abilities . full thing is under the read more

-repeat outfits are not included for my own sanity

*asteriks are to indicate the piece is not an exact match, but very close (couldn't find it or just not 100% sure)

S2E05 Nick & Nora/Sid & Nancy

The Camo Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch, black with stainless steel casing + grey braided string bracelet + dark brown leather belt with Civil War union soldier oval buckle

L.L. Bean navy blue puffer vest + Rothco long-sleeve Woodland camo shirt

Levi's 568 dark wash jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

Zip-Up Sweatshirt Fit

Nixon “The Rocker” A370 watch

Gray zip-up sweatshirt with US army staff sergeant rank insignia patch + Indera Mills navy blue raschel-knit thermal shirt

Levi’s 501 straight leg jeans*

Swiss modern combat boots

Wet Delinquent Fit

Nixon “The Rocker” A370 watch + gray braided string bracelet

Stanfield's charcoal long-sleeve thermal waffle knit shirt

Dickies loose fit jeans (logo painted over from back pocket)

Swiss modern combat boots

The Girl From Mars Fit

Nixon “The Rocker A370 watch + gray braided string bracelet

Gray zip-up sweatshirt with US army staff sergeant rank insignia patch + L.L. Bean navy blue puffer vest + white long-sleeved Fresno, CA motorcycle sweater*

Levi's 501 dark blue straight leg fit jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

S2E06 Presenting Lorelai Gilmore

Metallica Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + gray braided string bracelet

Pushead Metallica No Leaf Clover shirt

The Uniform Fit

Luke's season one baseball cap + Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + gray braided string bracelet

Burgundy plaid flannel + gray t-shirt

Dickies loose fit jeans

S2E08 The Ins and Outs of Inns

Child Labor Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + gray bracelet

Hanes black pocket t-shirt* + Rothco long-sleeve Woodland camo shirt

Levi's 568 dark wash jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

The Slacker Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch

L.L. Bean navy blue puffer vest + Tasman Empire Airways ltd. vintage red t-shirt + Stanfield's charcoal long-sleeve thermal waffle knit shirt

Levi's 501 straight leg fit jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

Double Denim Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch

L.L. Bean Sherpa-lined Trucker style denim jacket + Stanfield's charcoal long-sleeve thermal waffle knit shirt

Wrangler black regular fit jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

The Toaster Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet

Green long-sleeve California graphic shirt + Stanfield's white thermal long-sleeve waffle knit shirt

Levi's 501 straight leg fit jeans

S2E10 The Bracebridge Dinner

Don't Need Your Help Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet + dark brown leather belt with Civil War union soldier oval buckle

Punk Planet magazine red t-shirt + Stanfield's white thermal long-sleeve waffle knit shirt

Wrangler black regular fit jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

The Carriage Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet

Beige Sherpa-lined suede coat + black plaid button up + black undershirt

Levi's 568 dark wash jeans*

Swiss modern combat boots

The Glance Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet

Black fatigue shirt*

Dickies loose fit jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

S2E12 Richard in Stars Hollow

Innocent Boy Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + dark brown leather belt with oval Civil War union soldier buckle

L.L. Bean Sherpa-lined Trucker style denim jacket + Rothco long-sleeve Woodland camo shirt

Wrangler black regular fit jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

S2E13 A-Tisket, A-Tasket

Superglue Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch

Beige Sherpa-lined suede coat* + Tasmanian Empire Airways ltd. red t-shirt + Stanfield's charcoal long-sleeve thermal waffle-knit shirt

Brown loose fit corduroy pants

The Guy Who Brought Enough Money Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch

Beige Sherpa-lined suede coat + green long-sleeve Califronia graphic shirt + Stanfield's white long-sleeve waffle-knit thermal + black long-sleeve shirt

Wrangler black regular fit jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

The Phone Call Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet

Dickies long-sleeve garage blue industrial work shirt with embroidered US flag patch (name-tag included) + black long-sleeve shirt*

Brown loose fit corduroy pants*

White socks

S2E15 Lost and Found

The Gutter Cleaner Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet + gardening gloves

Wrangler gas station jacket (no nametag)* + Punk Planet magazine red t-shirt + black long-sleeve shirt

Wrangler black regular fit jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

S2E13 There's the Rub

Construction Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet + blue pen + blue hardhat + dark brown leather belt with oval Civil War union soldier buckle

Hanes gray pocket t-shirt + black long-sleeve shirt

Wrangler black regular fit jeans

Delivery Boy Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet

L.L. Bean Sherpa lined Trucker style denim jacket + Dickies long-sleeve garage blue industrial work shirt with U.S. flag patch embroidered on sleeve (name-tag removed) + Hanes black pocket t-shirt*

Brown loose fit corduroy pants

Swiss modern combat boots

Navy Blue Sweatshirt Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet

Ralph Lauren Polo Sport navy blue USA fleece sweatshirt (02 embroidered on sleeve)* + Stanfield's white long-sleeve waffle knit thermal shirt

S2E17 Dead Uncles and Vegetables

Despot Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet

L.L. Bean navy blue puffer vest + Nordstrom brown button down dress shirt + black t-shirt

Levi's 568 dark wash jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

Diner Boy Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet + blue pen + dark brown leather belt with oval Civil War union soldier buckle

Hanes gray pocket t-shirt + Stanfield's white long-sleeve waffle knit thermal shirt

Dickies loose fit jeans (logo painted over/removed)

Funeral Party Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet

Black fatigue shirt + white and black baseball tee*

S2E19 Teach Me Tonight

Ice Cream Cones Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch + leather bracelet

Big Smith green diamond quilted jacket + white striped double pocket linen shirt + black t-shirt + Stanfield's white long-sleeve waffle knit thermal shirt

RVCA Americana olive green baggy fit jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

S2E21 Lorelai's Graduation Day

Payphone Fit

Dickies navy blue Eisenhower jacket + gray button-up*

Levi's 568 dark wash jeans

New York Fit

Nixon "The Rocker" A370 watch

Dickies navy blue Eisenhower jacket + Hardkore Kidd 2002 No Mercy tour shirt

RVCA Americana olive green baggy fit jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

S2E22 Can't Get Started

The Kiss Fit

Dickies navy blue Eisenhower jacket + gray graphic t-shirt* + Stanfield's black long-sleeve waffle knit thermal shirt

Levi's 568 dark wash jeans

Swiss modern combat boots

[twosides--samecoin]

Plz I’m begging, can you give me an enlightenment of what a modern Maccready would wear. I’m dying to style him modernly and have no clue what he’d wear 🙂‍↕️

Hey gamer, thanks for the ask!

RJ grew up in Little Lamplight. The real life version is Luray Caverns, nestled 75 miles away from DC and protected by Shenandoah State Park and George Washington National Forest. I grew up in a town with a teen pregnancy problem where people wore RealTree Camo to prom. I now live a couple hours from Luray, so I feel Modern RJ is someone who I could have gone to high school with.

He grew up country as fuck - there's not an ounce of city slicker in RJ. All the street smarts he has is because he was observant enough to earn them. When he says he's from DC, it's because he knows it's the closest city he grew up near that anyone in Boston's gonna recognize. His fashion can't be bought in Georgetown or the Prudential Center, unless the trend of the day is blue collar chic being sold to the rich.

Modern RJ was the kind of country kid who's teenage uniform was a green flannel and a Master of Puppets Metallica shirt. He was the kind of scrawny where he was 130 pounds soaking wet and 2% body fat and wore the same blue jeans from ages 14 through 17. His second fave shirt featured Iron Maiden's Live After Death.

He cherished them; like many country kids who feel a bit different from their peers, he clung to his band shirts. You wouldn't catch him dead in Carhartt and RealTree unless he literally died while hunting. Not that he wasn't proud of his friends, or ashamed of where he was from - he just dreamed of getting out. Band shirts represented something bigger, a Great Beyond; a world he wanted to travel, a life he was priced out of living as an orphan from Virginia.

Buying clothes is not something RJ enjoys - he's a single dad and feels a level of guilt attached with spending money on himself, knowing how much grocery money would be wasted on a leather jacket and pair of jeans (speaking of groceries, RJ has a family of three to feed - Duncan insisted they keep that damn German Shepherd who followed RJ home from his mechanic shift at the Red Rocket). He's still driving the same red rusted-to-fuck '96 Chevy Silverado that he kissed Lucy in for the first time, the same one that drove them out of Virginia. Maintains it himself since he can get the parts at cost.

Though he's frugal, Modern RJ is picky about his fashion. His closet isn't one that features abundance. His clothing is utilitarian; earth tones in a range of faded browns and greens, duck canvas, twill denims with no stretch. A heavy mechanic jumpsuit for work. The coolest colours he wears are grey thermal shirts and a blue shearling jacket when in colder weather. There's an olive green jacket he likes in the springtime. He prefers a tough, protective pair of leather boots for everyday footwear. For casual shoes; given the choice between Chuck Taylors and Vans, he'd wear whichever was on sale, but preferably the Chucks.

He has a few long sleeve button-downs out of an eye-rolling necessity for job interviews. He hates wearing ties and has never owned a suit. Before she died, Lucy gifted him a brown shearling leather jacket to wear on his motorcycle.

He's most comfortable wearing his old green flannel and band shirts. Otherwise, he can be found wearing a white t-shirt and blue Levi's every now and then - Lucy always liked Bruce Springsteen.

When you grow up can't-rub-two-pennies-together poor, it means you appreciate the material things in a different kind of way. RJ's clothing is all about emotional comfort and memories; he's afraid to let go.

I loved writing this! Thanks for sending me the ask, anon! The people demand my RJ brainrot and I aim to please <3 Thanks again & have a great day :)

BONUS: An outfit mod I am working on for RJ!

[55sturn]

what are your other fav chris fits

white t-shirt, baggy blue jeans, timbs, and backwards fitted !!!!!!!

the green nautica shirt over the white long sleeve and black cargo jeans.

white shirt, white beanie, and pink camo pants.

black hoodie with white graphic art on it and the baggy black jeans.

any fit with a jersey on.

[montcumbry-gaytor]

Twenties • Prologue

David "Hesh" Walker x Male Reader

Summary : It had been two months since the disappearance of Sergeant Logan Walker, Field commander Hesh, Commander Thomas Merrick, and Sergeant Keegan Russ are trying anything and everything to get him back, with you, Sergeant Y/N "Bishop" L/N.

A/N : I finished COD ghosts in like two days and im just enamored with the ending, with a fair warning that im not real smart so there may be mistakes regarding military aspects of this fic 🫶 be warned.

CW : Spoilers for COD : Ghosts, Semi-Mutual pining.

Unpleasantly awoken for who knows how many times now, you finally chose to pop out of bed rather than rolling over and hoping for another hour of sleep before you were needed on duty.

Pulling the grey t-shirt you once slept in over your head, you tossed it into a laundry basket, replacing said shirt with a similar one of the same breathable material, now long sleeved to cover the many scars you formed.

You slipped on your Camo pants, and tied your black combat boots on tight, raising up to pull your dog tags from out under your shirt, letting them dangle freely from your neck.

You took a minute to slip into the bathroom, Slicking your hair back and brushing your teeth, you had time for all these things, as per usual with your mornings, because no one was required to be up until an hour later.

You trekked the halls of the large base, its silence comforting and common to you, your footsteps quiet as they were trained to be, not only to not wake other soldiers, but to never alarm an enemy of your presence.

Walks like these comforted you, little to no people ever crossed paths when you went, leaving you to your thoughts, clear your head after yet another restless night, preparing yourself for yet another long day.

Upon crossing in front of the main command room, your eyes landed on an almost unmoving Field commander, part of the infamous Ghosts and the son of the passed Captain Elias T. Walker.

You slowly stepped into the room, finding no one but him occupying its walls, his shoulders rising and falling slowly, his arms crossed in front of him and his face tucked into them.

"Hesh?.."

You lightly pressed a hand on his shoulder, watching him shoot awake, seemingly a light sleeper alike you.

"As much as you need sleep, i recommend your quarters. Long night?"

You asked, pulling your arm back to your side, watching him rub the inner corners of his eyes, his lips upturned at your comment.

"Quite, Sergeant. What's the time?"

"Quarter past four, Sir."

You said, eyes quipping to the clock and back to him, watching as he pushed himself out of the office chair.

"Up early again?"

"You know me."

You answered, a small, tired grin flashing at Hesh, the friendly banter normal, as you had begun this since you had joined Elias' forces, catching Hesh asleep almost anywhere, and if he wasnt, he was exhausted.

"Walk with me?"

He asked, Green eyes eyeing you as he slung his coat over his arm.

"Always, Sir."

"-You really dont need to call me 'Sir', Bishop."

"I know, im still going to though."

You stated, walking with Hesh, slowly making your way outside the base, the sky barely beginning to brighten, the moon and stars danced faintly in the sky, the winds bite tickling the back of your neck.

"Any leads on Logan?"

You could hear the deep sigh Hesh let out, you understood the hurt his voice carried.

"Merrick said that theres a possible bunker Rorke had been staying in before he went M.I.A with Logan."

"Doesnt sound like much, Anything counts though."

You said, leaning on the railing that overlooked the city the base was set in, troops, officers and more trekked on below, everyone beginning to wake.

"Anything and Everything counts."

He said, You could only answer in a nod, Your eyes glazing over his relaxed demeanor, though his brows furrowed and his jaw tightened, you could tell it was determination that fueled him.

"I'll go with, I always do."

"You know i cant argue with that."

Hesh chuckled, turning around and leaning his back on the railing, Unbeknownst to you, he watched as the sun rose in your face, the way the wind tussled your hair and the way your lips curved as you listened to him speak.

"You have anything lined up for me today?"

You asked, your eyes flickering over to him, and back to the sunrise, fiddling with your dog tags.

"Just some boarder watch from eight to four, you can take riley with you so you dont get bored."

He responded, silence was carried between you, watching as the sun had risen, you could hear the faintest noises of Hesh's breathing.

"Well, We should be getting back in, especially me, Walk with me?"

"Always."

He hummed, joining you as you walked back to the area where both you and hesh's quarters were located, small talk passed the time it took, finally landing the both of you at your room.

"I've gotta get ready, and I'll take good care of riley, You should shower though."

You joked, tussling his messy hair with your hand, chuckling as Hesh playfully smacked your hand away.

"See you later sir."

You watched him walk away, his footsteps disappearing as he rounded the hall, leaving you to get your things, pulling your vest on over your shirt.

Slinging your rifle around your shoulders after turning its safety on and checking it was properly loaded, you made your way to find riley in Hesh's room.

Peeking through the door, Riley immediately took notice of your presence, padding up to you with a wagging tail.

"Hey boy, You're with me today."

You hummed, crouching down to his level to pet behind his ears, standing once more, Hesh's familiar smell of gunpowder and rain meeting your nose, a comforting and friendly smell.

"Hm.. You're lucky you get to sleep in here."

You hummed, Clicking your tongue to get Riley's attention.

"Come on boy."

Exiting Hesh's room (Unfortunately), you pulled the door shut, humming a tune as you made your way down the stairs, Riley following in suit, Now on the concrete ground of the city, you passed many soldiers, a group of privates, which saw you and gave you a quick salut before continuing to their needed positions.

the large concrete wall stood between the city and the outside, steel stairs leading to the towers you made your way up, Sg. Russ turned his head to yours his eyes softening as he recognized your familiar face.

"Sergeant."

He said in recognition nodding his head upwards, you did the same back.

"Im taking over for you, you should get some sleep Sergeant."

"Very much needed sleep, Thank you, Bishop."

Keegan said, rising from his position, his rifle slung around his shoulder, patting your upper arm as he trekked off, exhausted after a long night.

And thus began your watch, sitting in the foldout chair, you eyed the wasteland -esc roads, seeming as if no life was found for miles.

WOOO!!! tell me if yall want more of this shit because i had so much fun writing it!! Hesh needed a lot of love and I'm gonna give it to him!!!

[fappellmoan]

ok im a really chill and normal person and i get over things and am well adjusted but take a walk with me here. just give me my time to complain when im not in the absolute fucking trenches. and yes i believe i suffered more than those in trench warfare. it was literally a lesbian situationship with a bistraight girl come on. just. magenta choppy shag with the roots coming in. camo cargo pants black t shirt with red lettering and striped long sleeve (sign someone likes music. confirmed). lip ring big black stud earrings and nails. red docs. i think lesbians should be allowed to kill one dyke baiter in their lifetime idc

[sunnixsunshine]

Larry prefers clothes that cover him nearly completely, with the exception of pants overlapping his feet. He doesn’t mind it when his sleeves go over hands, though, as long as he isn’t working with his hands that is. After wearing suits so much for so many years, he started leaning more towards loose fitting clothes as a much needed break from the stuffy suits. He likes more grays and blacks in this clothes than color, but when he does include color its almost always some shade of blue. He only owns like three different pairs of shoes, one of which are his only tennis shoes that he's owned for several years now with barely any visible wear and tear. He always accessorizes with a watch and a medical alert bracelet for his food allergy. More under the cut :)

Work

Its his work clothes. He’s got 7 identical suits, button downs, and socks for each day of the week— despite no longer working a 7 day schedule anymore. It's comfortable and breathable enough on long work days.

Casual 1

He likes flannels. They're warm on chilly days and he thinks he looks nice in them. As for jeans, they're just jeans. He still slicks his hair back in the same way he does for work simply out of habit.

Casual 2

He doesn't usually wear graphic shirts or anything similar, but the Komala sweater seems to be an exception. Poppy gave it to him, but she didn't know what size he wore. So, because he is so much bigger than her, she picked out the biggest size they had on the rack. Larry appreciated the gesture. He did put it in the wash to shrink it just enough to wear because he knew Poppy would want to see him wear it. He likes wearing sweats the most because they're comfortable and easy to pull on when he doesn't feel like dressing up.

Lounge

Just a simple t-shirt and shorts. Finally he let's his hair down. Allows it to get messy, but doesn't skip coming through it in the morning after waking up. He only ever wears shorts at home because he's a little embarrassed over showing his legs.

Sleep

The dad shirt was a father's day gift by Giacomo. The material is too thin for his liking to wear out, so he uses it as a sleep shirt. His pajama pants ranges from sweatpants to actual pajama pants, it just depends how he's feeling. He really doesn't get why Hassel and Rika call him weird for sleeping in his socks, as well as having "designated sleeping socks". Do they just like having freezing feet during the night? They're the weird ones, if you ask Larry.

Formal

Styling his hair differently, picking out a new tie, breaking out the vest and his other dress shoes— and he cleans up nice. He doesn't really put much effort into it, though. Just throws on one of his dress pants for work. Grabs one of his button downs for work. Only owns one belt so he tosses that into the mix, too.

Business casual

For company parties or small, kind of serious, get togethers with coworkers. It's just his work pants and shoes plus a more colorful button down. And excluding his tie. Nothing special about it.

Haha, it's my clothes :]

My favorite b99 slut shirt that I usually sleep in. My camo cargo pants. My cheap walmart boots with trans pride laces with which I love dearly. My buckle down galaxy belt. Pretend he's wearing Reptar socks, too. If I wanted to, I would have drawn him in my tomboy x sports bra and princess peach sweat pants, my typical sleep and lounge wear when my baggy clothes are causing some sensory problems so I'm dysphoric. In reality the slut shirt is more like a dress on me, but I suppose it maybe more well fitting on Larry because he's. He's taller than me dkshsksj

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

one more super siblings idea this one inspired by in episode from one of my favorite TV shows Steven universe called last one out of Beach City: super siblings go to a party: Conner gets invited to a party somewhere out in the country and asks (10 year old) Jon and Kara to go with him but doesn't ask Chris because he knows Chris is the more reserved type. But to prove to his siblings that he can have fun too Chris, much do their surprise, volunteers to go and encourages them to come with. And so they all go to the party and Chris tries to show that he's going to have fun and be a sociable type of person who enjoys interacting with people:

1: what would the four of them each wear to the party.

2: before they get to the party they have a sort of little disastrous road trip. how disastrous does it get?

3: would they all just be normal people for this one and not use their powers to get to the party and take a car and if so who drives.

4: once they get to the party Chris shows his siblings that he's committed to socializing and shows this by getting someone's number how impressed and proud would Conner, Jon and Kara be?

5: in the show this ask is inspired from there are four roles in total: the repressed nerd, the ultimate wingman, the voice of reason, and himself. Between the four of them who has what role?

1. Conner: A Red tux printed t shirt and blue jeans along with his trademark leather jacket and glasses

Kara: White long sleeve button up shirt with knee length skirt and red boots

Chris: A blue t shirt with black cargo pants, a gray vest, and black converse

Jon: long sleeve black and white sweatshirt with his usual torn jeans and red converse

2. About involving three to four supervillain crises and getting lost with directions for about two hours level of disastrous

3. Yea indeed, they would go by car with Kara taking the wheel since she recently got a license thanks to training from Lois and Martha

4. Very very impressed and proud of him for taking a small but noticeable step in conquering his shyness, even if it’s for just one night

5. Chris: The Repressed Nerd

Conner: The Ultimate Wingman

Kara : The Voice of Reason

Jon: As Himself

@we-cross-universe-king-relate @spider-jaysart @theredheaded-stuff @camo-wolf

[theallenshorefangirl]

I might work on the Agent Rainbow Au cause here's a small idea for it basically

Rainbow finds himself more human and he doesn't notice til he looks in Virginia's apartment hallway mirror and he's like I want to keep him around Desmonds age maybe even alittle older,I see him as silver hair with the Rainbow chemical almost dye like hair,he wears the exact same clothing of course gotta keep that Rainbow vibe

Desmond:since him and the other are gonna be small chaotic bunch of kids,little Wales is gonna still keep his outfit but without the sweater and wears suspenders,he would carry around a plush Tonia (his cat)

Virginia would have long hair and a purple dress,white socks and black Mary Jane shoes,she will be in a pillow fort (to mimic Homa mart)

Allen with broken glasses and a fear of leaving Desmonds side he wears a comfortable and oversized jacket,black t-shirt and shorts and yellow high tops

Max stay away when angered,this bull headed kid hates to be pissed off,I see little Nygaard as a ankle bitter literally! He wears a white t-shirt and short sleeved flannel and blue shorts red tennis shoes and a you can't miss blond hair

Lucas loves his watergun sniper toy,he wears a camo vest,grey shirt and black shorts

I gave them all a spring/summer fit due to I was originally gonna write this on something else durring the winter season.

Ooh what if I added there tape forms,awww just imagine a little Shade clinging onto Desmonds leg in fear of Rainbow

[more-than-a-princess]

@cantillat asked: ♗ - summer outfit & ♝- crisis / war / battle armor

Outfit Headcanons meme - Selectively Accepting. Some options are more visually interesting than others.

What to wear when it's too hot and she can't wear a swimsuit (or her preferred wet suit) all day? Simple.

For the hottest, sunniest and most humid of days, Sonia opts for a light, vintage-inspired sundress, comfortable shoes, simple accessories, and sunscreen. She will never forget the sunscreen!

Her jewelry may change from gold to silver, maybe with some pearls here and here (no precious gemstones: no reason for it on the hottest of summer days!), pair of heeled sandals, or a summery evening bag, it's usually a combination of these sorts of styles:

Tiny flowers, dots, or other pretty patterns are welcome, as are solid colors. Wrap dresses, bows, and some tasteful skin showing are common Sonia summer fashion cues.

Sonia definitely owns at least one of the dress in the middle: that's the Gabin dress from Rouje, most famously featured in another color and print in the film No Time to Die on actress Lea Seydoux. Again, vintage-inspired and never really out of style, and quintessential European summer fashion.

See? Sonia has one Bond Girl moment!

For crisis/war/battle armor...that's a little less straightforward for me to answer, but I can break it down three ways.

Sonia definitely has military training attire: black and olive camo fatigues are the most common, with combat boots, weatherproof cargo pants and jacket, various cotton or thermal t-shirts in short and long sleeve versions, helmet, gloves, etc.

She would also have a military dress uniform for a few Royal events that would necessitate her to wear it (surveying the troops, perhaps). Green and navy blue would be the preferred colors worn by the Novoselic armed forces. For inspo, I pulled a few photos of Britain's Princess Anne who has a similar look:

But for a real crisis moment...well. There's only one option for Despair.

I can use this for pretty much one reason: this is my Despair Sonia gown.

And I still don't have a mannequin of my own to display it on. But this is pre-arrival to me before I blinged the pink points and the shoulder rose out with a ton of rhinestones. But my commissioner did a great job!

I need better pictures of me in this thing. I've hated pretty much all of my shoots because they were pre-weight I wanted to be at, and this was unfortunately not well-designed for someone with boobs. But yeah: lose more weight, spend the time to do the intricate makeup look I wear with this outfit, and finally get better pictures. Goals.

And hide the black shoe print mark on the back of it because people at cons can suck sometimes.

[lowpriceshirt91]

Camo Football Hoodies - Blend Style and Team Spirit!

Football season is more than just the game; it's a lifestyle.For many fans, showing unwavering support for their team is a year-round commitment.One fantastic way to express this devotion while staying comfortable and stylish is with a camo football hoodie.This versatile garment seamlessly blends the rugged appeal of camouflage with the vibrant energy of team spirit, creating a unique and eye-catching look.

Why Choose a Camo Football Hoodie?

Ultimate Comfort: Hoodies are inherently comfortable, offering warmth and softness.The addition of camouflage fabric adds a layer of durability and texture.

Unique Style Statement:Camo hoodies offer a distinctive look that stands out from the crowd. They successfully merge the practicality of sportswear with a fashion-forward edge.

Versatile Wearability:These hoodies are suitable for a variety of occasions.Wear them to the game, tailgating, running errands, or simply relaxing at home.

Team Pride, Amplified:The combination of camouflage and team logos or colors creates a powerful visual representation of fandom, showcasing both your love of the game and your team loyalty.

Durable and Long-lasting: Many camo hoodies are made from high-quality materials designed to withstand regular wear and tear, ensuring a long lifespan.

Exploring Camo Hoodie Options

The world of camo football hoodies offers a wide selection to cater to different tastes and preferences. Consider these factors when choosing your perfect hoodie:

Types of Camouflage:

Traditional Woodland Camo:A classic choice, offering a timeless and rugged aesthetic.

Digital Camo:A more modern and abstract pattern, often featuring pixelated designs.

Urban Camo:Designed to blend into urban environments, featuring muted tones and less distinct patterns.

Team-Specific Camo: Some hoodies incorporate team colors within the camouflage pattern, creating a truly unique and personalized look.

Hoodie Features:

Hood Style: Options range from simple drawstring hoods to larger, more substantial hoods with extra lining for added warmth.

Pocket Style:Kangaroo pockets offer convenient storage, while zippered pockets provide added security.

Fabric Material: Look for high-quality fabrics such as cotton blends, fleece, or even performance materials for optimal comfort and durability.

Fit and Sizing:Ensure a comfortable fit by checking the size chart before purchasing.Options include relaxed fits, athletic fits, and more.

Embellishments:Team logos, embroidered designs, or even patches can enhance the overall look and show your team spirit.

Styling Your Camo Football Hoodie

The versatility of a camo football hoodie makes it a fantastic addition to any wardrobe. Here are some styling ideas:

Casual Everyday Look: Pair your hoodie with jeans and sneakers for a relaxed and comfortable outfit.Add a baseball cap for extra team spirit.

Game Day Outfit: Layer it over a t-shirt featuring your favorite player or team logo.Complete the look with team-colored pants or joggers.

Layered Look:Wear your camo hoodie under a jacket or over a long-sleeve shirt for extra warmth and style during colder months.

Elevated Casual:Pair it with chinos or joggers and a pair of stylish boots for a more put-together look.

Finding the Perfect Camo Football Hoodie

With so many options available, finding the perfect camo football hoodie requires a little research. Look for reputable retailers that offer a wide selection of sizes, styles, and team options.Read reviews from other buyers to gauge the quality and comfort of different hoodies before making a purchase.Consider your personal style, team preference, and the level of warmth and durability you need.

Investing in a quality camo football hoodie is a smart move for any passionate fan. It offers a fantastic blend of comfort, style, and team spirit, ensuring you look and feel your best while supporting your favorite team.

For a specific example of a high-quality camo football hoodie, check out this option:https://lowpriceshirt.com/product/buffalo-bills-camo-graphic-nfl-football-custom-3d-hoodie/

Find more in-depth knowledge right here!

[gmandco]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: YETI Coolers Men’s Gray Deer Antler Graphic LS T-Shirt Size Large 3 0432.

[ewolfman-blog]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Melrose and Market girls’ size 10/12 long‎ sleeve t-shirts.

[sootyventure]

Outdoor Sweatshirt: A Fashion Trend That's Here to Stay

Outdoor sweatshirts have quickly become a fashion staple, transitioning from functional outerwear to a versatile style essential for both adventure enthusiasts and casual wearers.

Once primarily designed for hiking or camping, these sweatshirts are now seen everywhere—from trails to urban settings—thanks to their unique blend of comfort, practicality, and trendiness. 

With outdoor sweatshirt trends gaining popularity, especially among those seeking style without compromising functionality, more options are emerging that cater to both performance and fashion. 

For men looking for a perfect combination of warmth, durability, and style, the best hiking sweatshirts for men now offer various designs, colors, and features, making outdoor sweatshirts a must-have in any wardrobe.

10 Fashion Trends That Are Here to Stay

Cropped t-shirts have become a staple in women's fashion, offering a stylish yet comfortable option for various occasions. 

However, selecting the right crop t-shirt for women requires an understanding of your body type and personal style. Here’s a guide to help you make the best choice.

1. Understand Your Body Type

Knowing your body shape is crucial in finding the perfect cropped t-shirt. Here are the main body types:

Apple Shape: Look for t-shirts that have a relaxed fit around the waist and a slightly longer cut to create balance.

Pear Shape: Opt for fitted cropped t-shirts that highlight your waist while providing some room around the hips.

Hourglass: Choose styles that accentuate your curves, such as fitted or wrap-around cropped t-shirts.

Rectangle: Go for t-shirts with ruffles or details that add volume and create curves.

2. Consider Fabric Choices

The fabric of your cropped t-shirt can greatly influence both its comfort and overall look. For example, lightweight cotton is an excellent choice for breathability and casual style, while blends with spandex provide added stretch, ensuring a snug and flattering fit. 

Similarly, when shopping for outdoor sweatshirts, it's important to prioritize fabric that aligns with your comfort and activity needs. Stay updated on outdoor sweatshirt trends to find pieces that offer both function and style. 

Whether you’re browsing for the best hiking sweatshirts for men or versatile options for everyday wear, choosing the right fabric will make all the difference in your outdoor wardrobe.

3. Select the Right Sleeve Style

Sleeve length can alter the overall look of a cropped t-shirt:

Short Sleeves: Great for warmer weather and casual outings.

Long Sleeves: Ideal for layering or cooler days.

Sleeveless: Perfect for showcasing arms and adding a sporty vibe.

4. Choose the Right Length

Cropped t-shirts come in various lengths. A higher crop can be more daring, while a longer crop offers more coverage. Consider pairing it with high-waisted bottoms to create a balanced silhouette.

5. Play with Patterns and Colors

Patterns and colors can enhance or detract from your look:

Solid Colors: Versatile and easy to mix and match.

Patterns: Floral or geometric prints can add personality but ensure they complement your skin tone.

Camo Prints: A trendy choice that pairs well with denim or shorts.

6. Fit Matters

The fit of your cropped t-shirt is paramount. A loose fit can provide comfort, while a fitted style can enhance your shape. When shopping for T-shirts for women online, pay attention to sizing charts to find your perfect fit.

7. Layering Options

Cropped t-shirts are excellent for layering. Consider how they will look under jackets, cardigans, or overalls. This versatility makes them ideal additions to your wardrobe.

8. Accessorize Wisely

Accessories can elevate your cropped t-shirt look. Pair it with statement necklaces, hats, or layered bracelets to create a cohesive outfit.

9. Explore Online Options

With many retailers offering a wide selection of women's fashion tops online, you’ll find plenty of styles to choose from. Take advantage of filters to narrow down options based on size, color, and style preferences.

10. Try Before You Buy

If possible, try on different styles before purchasing. If shopping online, check return policies to ensure you can exchange items that don’t meet your expectations.

Choosing the perfect cropped t-shirt involves understanding your body type, experimenting with styles, and considering how each piece fits into your overall wardrobe. 

With these tips in mind, you’ll be well on your way to finding stylish and flattering options among the vast array of women's casual t-shirts available today.

Conclusion 

In conclusion, outdoor sweatshirts are more than just a passing trend—they are a lasting staple that perfectly balances style and function. With the rise of outdoor sweatshirt trends, these pieces have proven their versatility.

Making them ideal for everything from casual outings to rugged adventures. Whether you’re looking for performance-focused options for your next hike or just want to stay cozy and on-trend, the best hiking sweatshirts for men offer a variety of choices to suit your needs. 

As this fashion trend continues to evolve, it’s clear that outdoor sweatshirts are here to stay, offering comfort and style for every season.

[fashionbrands30]

Comfrt Clothing

1. Introduction to Comfrt Clothing

Comfortable clothing, often referred to as Comfrt Clothing, is no longer just for lazy days at home. The modern fashion world has embraced comfy outfits as a staple in wardrobes everywhere. From soft fabrics to relaxed fits, the art of dressing comfortably while maintaining a stylish edge is a trend worth exploring. But what exactly makes Comfrt Clothing so appealing, and how can you master the balance of both comfort and fashion?

2. Why Comfort is the New Style

Let’s be honest—who doesn’t want to feel comfortable in what they’re wearing? As more people prioritize comfort, designers are responding with collections that focus on ease without compromising aesthetics. The rise of athleisure and loungewear has revolutionized the idea of looking put together, even in the most relaxed of outfits. With this shift, comfrt hoodie is no longer a secondary thought in style; it's the main event. Think about it: if you’re not comfortable, you won’t feel confident. And confidence is the true key to style.

3. Understanding the Basics of Comfrt Fashion

To truly embrace Comfrt fashion, it’s essential to understand its fundamentals. The goal is to create outfits that make you feel good, both physically and mentally. The core of Comfrt sweatpant lies in soft materials, loose fits, and easy-to-move-in designs. However, just because something feels cozy doesn’t mean it can’t be fashionable. Look for minimalistic pieces that can be easily styled, and don’t shy away from neutral tones that allow for versatile pairings.

4. Choosing the Right Fabrics for Comfort

The type of fabric plays a crucial role in determining how comfortable an outfit feels. Cotton, modal, and bamboo blends are ideal for softness and breathability, while fleece and wool provide warmth during cooler months. When selecting Comfrt Clothing, pay attention to the material labels. Natural fibers tend to be more breathable, making them perfect for lounging or running errands. Think of fabric like the foundation of a house—the better the quality, the more comfortable and stylish you’ll feel.

Comfrt Cloud Sweatpants

5. Finding the Perfect Fit

Comfort doesn’t mean baggy or oversized—unless that’s the look you’re going for! It’s about wearing clothes that suit your body shape while giving you freedom of movement. Look for relaxed fits that drape well over your body without being too tight. Opt for high-waisted pants or leggings for a flattering silhouette, and pair them with a slightly oversized top for balance. Remember, the key is to feel at ease without feeling sloppy.

Comfrt Pastel Hoodie

6. Layering for Comfort and Style

Layering is a smart way to stay comfy while adding depth and style to your outfit. In colder weather, opt for lightweight but warm layers like a long-sleeved T-shirt under a loose cardigan or hoodie. On warmer days, a simple tank top paired with an open flannel shirt can keep you looking cool and feeling comfortable. Layering not only enhances comfort but also allows for versatility—you can adapt to changing weather or activity levels easily.

Comfrt Cloud Zip Hoodie

Comfrt Coordinate Hoodie

Comfrt minimalist Hoodie

Comfrt Signature Fit Hoodie

Comfrt the Camo Hoodies

Comfrt the Standard Hoodie

7. Accessorizing Comfrt Outfits

While comfy clothing tends to lean towards simplicity, accessorizing can elevate your look. Add a chic scarf, statement earrings, or a trendy hat to your outfit to give it a bit more personality. When done right, accessories can transform even the most basic loungewear into an ensemble that looks intentional and polished. Just remember not to overdo it—less is more when it comes to styling comfortable clothing.

Comfrt the Standard Sweatpants

8. Comfrt Shoes to Match Your Style

No Comfrt outfit is complete without the right pair of shoes. Sneakers, slip-ons, and comfortable boots are perfect options for pairing with your Comfrt attire. These shoes not only keep your feet happy but also maintain the laid-back vibe of the rest of your outfit. Avoid heels or anything too restrictive—remember, the goal is maximum comfort.

Comfrt the Camo Sweatpants

9. Versatility: From Couch to Street

One of the best things about Comfrt Clothing is its versatility. With the right styling, you can easily transition your cozy look from lounging at home to running errands or meeting friends. A relaxed hoodie and joggers might be perfect for the couch, but throw on a denim jacket and some sleek sneakers, and you’re ready to head out the door without a second thought. The beauty of comfy fashion lies in its adaptability.

Comfrt signature Fit Sweatpants

10. Seasonal Styling Tips

The changing seasons don’t mean you have to sacrifice comfort. In winter, focus on layering your cozy clothing with warm coats and scarves. Oversized sweaters paired with thick leggings can keep you both stylish and snug. During summer, switch to lightweight fabrics like linen or cotton, and choose breathable options like loose dresses or jumpsuits. Each season brings new opportunities to combine comfort with style.

Comfrt Pastel Sweatpants

11. Comfrt Clothing for Different Body Types

Comfrt Clothing comes in all shapes and sizes, and the beauty of it is that it can be tailored to suit every body type. Whether you’re curvy, petite, or tall, there’s a comfy outfit that works for you. For example, if you’re curvier, opt for high-waisted pants that highlight your waist while offering a relaxed fit. If you’re petite, cropped tops or fitted joggers can help elongate your frame without sacrificing comfort.

Comfrt Minimalist Sweatpants

12. Sustainability and Comfrt Fashion

The rise of sustainability in fashion means that more people are looking for ethical and eco-friendly clothing options. Many Comfrt Clothing brands are now focusing on sustainable fabrics like organic cotton and recycled materials. By investing in sustainable comfy pieces, not only are you supporting environmentally friendly practices, but you’re also building a wardrobe that lasts longer and feels great.

Comfrt CuddleCloud Weighted Blanket

13. Mixing Comfort with Trendy Pieces

Want to add some flair to your Comfrt wardrobe? Try mixing comfortable basics with trendier pieces. Pair a simple T-shirt with a statement jacket or bold accessories. A cozy pair of joggers can look chic when combined with a structured blazer. The secret is balancing comfort with fashionable elements to create a look that’s both relaxed and stylish.

Comfrt Coordinate Sweatpants

14. How to Maintain Your Comfrt Wardrobe

To keep your Comfrt Clothing looking fresh, it’s essential to take care of it properly. Read the care labels on each item, and make sure to wash delicate fabrics on gentle cycles. Avoid over-drying your clothes, as this can wear out the fibers and reduce softness. Proper care will not only extend the life of your comfy pieces but also ensure they retain their comfort over time.

Comfrt Washed Canvas Tote

15. Conclusion: Embracing Comfort and Style

In conclusion, styling Comfrt Clothing doesn’t have to be complicated. By choosing the right fabrics, finding the perfect fit, and incorporating a few fashionable elements, you can create outfits that are both comfortable and stylish. Fashion is all about feeling good in what you wear, and there’s no better way to achieve that than by embracing the Comfrt Clothing trend.

Comfrt Travel Essentials Hoodie™

FAQs

1. What fabrics are best for Comfrt Clothing? Cotton, modal, and bamboo blends are great choices for soft, breathable comfort. Fleece and wool are ideal for colder months.

2. Can I still look stylish in Comfrt Clothing? Yes! With the right fit,

Comfrt Travel Essentials Sweatpants™