Comment with your character + prefs + you know what to do, it's a meme.
The characters that reply are your character's significant other - and either your character or theirs is wearing an article of the other's clothing.
Why? Use your imagination! It can be as pure and innocent as one wanting to cuddle up in something warmer, somebody being chivalrous and offering up their clothing to cover a wardrobe malfunction, enjoying the scent of a loved one...or all the way up to a steamy scene where a participant slips on their partner's shirt post-coitus.
Is the whole thing cute? Weird? Sexy? Weirdly cute? IDK, as always, I'm a meme poster, not your dad.
They walked around the Kitchen together, late at night. The weather was hot, so hot that it was wet in the air. Matt could feel it all over and was nearly panting. By the time they made it back to his place, it'd been raining hard non stop, for several minutes. He held his cane to the side as they both ran up the steps to his apartment, Matt fumbling for his keys.
Once inside, it wasn't suffocating-- that and it was dry. Matt stood by the door and started to strip. "I don't want these floors wet, Jones." There was a laugh in his voice. He knew she wouldn't mind being naked around him, they had before. They had done a lot of things naked before. And sadly, he couldn't see any of it.
"Since when?" She scowled at him, already suspecting him of some ploy to get her naked. Not that she minded. Not really. It was hot still and it would be cooler to wear just her tank top and underwear instead of the damp jeans and jacket. Yes, she was wearing her leather jacket, but she shrugged out of that easily and hung it up on a hook by his door. "One day, I'm gonna get you to do that slowly and to music."
"I'm a blind man, I could slip and fall." He turned his head so she could see his shit eating grin. There was something in her tone that made him think maybe he should lay off her. It was always better when she came to him anyway.
"I'll get you something to wear, just don't move."
She stepped out of her jeans, leaving them in a soggy pile and ignored his order to stay. Excuse you, Matthew Murdock. Jessica didn't follow orders. She breezed past him, heading for the liquor shelf in her panties and tank top, wet hair trailing water down into the fabric. "You're blind. I don't need clothes."
"I'm gonna turn the AC on and this place gets cold. You'll have ice in your panties." Someone was sassy tonight!
Matt walked naked to the sliding door, and then past it. There was a small dresser against the wall-- not a lot of clothes. A few suits, a few shirts, a few pants. He pulled on jogging pants and grabbed his oversized black hoodie. (Well, he didn't know it was black).
"That's why I have you here to warm me up, Murdock." Someone could sass right back. She sipped at her drink, watching him and his nude self stride far too confidently into his apartment. She wondered if he was aware of just how good he looked. He had to be, right? On some level.
Another sip, then she looked at the black hoodie. Okay, so maybe she had that weird soft spot most girls had for wanting to wear their partner's clothes. He wasn't too much bigger than her, so she didn't swim in it, but it was just a little oversized enough for her to feel snuggly in it. So yeah, she was going to take it. "It sure is. Soft enough you might not get this back."
He went to stand in front of her, and rub his hands down her arms. "There, warming you up." He didn't jostle her too much because-- hey man there's a beverage here.
"Don't steal my things, Jessica, I will prosecute."
Matt then passed her and made himself a drink, easily knowing where the glasses were and how much to pour. God gifted him sight without sight, he didn't take it for granted.
"You'd have to catch me first. And what're you going to say? You heard me steal it? Pff. Lousy witness, Murdock." She pushed the sleeves of the hoodie up, feeling it envelop her upper half while barely covering her ass, leaving her legs bare. "No jury in the world would convict me of covering my shame."
Matt sauntered over to the couch with his drink and sat down. The creaky floorboards told him where she was, her heat, the smell of his hoodie on her-- it was like he was watching her.
"With what? Lapdances?" She took another sip, then went for the bottle to refill her depleted glass. There was a smile on her face as she poured, looking at the back of his head as she did. "You might actually win with those. I don't think there's too many people that wouldn't appreciate your... assets."
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alec lightwood, shadowhunters.
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Jessica Jones | Netflix Marvel | M/F
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Once inside, it wasn't suffocating-- that and it was dry. Matt stood by the door and started to strip. "I don't want these floors wet, Jones." There was a laugh in his voice. He knew she wouldn't mind being naked around him, they had before. They had done a lot of things naked before. And sadly, he couldn't see any of it.
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"I'll get you something to wear, just don't move."
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Matt walked naked to the sliding door, and then past it. There was a small dresser against the wall-- not a lot of clothes. A few suits, a few shirts, a few pants. He pulled on jogging pants and grabbed his oversized black hoodie. (Well, he didn't know it was black).
"C'mon, it's soft." Singsong.
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Another sip, then she looked at the black hoodie. Okay, so maybe she had that weird soft spot most girls had for wanting to wear their partner's clothes. He wasn't too much bigger than her, so she didn't swim in it, but it was just a little oversized enough for her to feel snuggly in it. So yeah, she was going to take it. "It sure is. Soft enough you might not get this back."
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"Don't steal my things, Jessica, I will prosecute."
Matt then passed her and made himself a drink, easily knowing where the glasses were and how much to pour. God gifted him sight without sight, he didn't take it for granted.
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"I'll bribe the jury somehow."
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Oh yeah, she'd gone there.
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whoops i went brackets out of no where
I figured it was morning brain
it's so weird tho, this is what i'm used to writing like!
DW is tainting you. TAINTING.
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Cassia Andor | Rogue One | OTA
Tulip O'Hare (AMC Preacher)
Maybe something post Angelville when she escapes the Grail and wants to lose the wardrobe?]