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hastyprovocateur · 7 months

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Drunk in Love (College!Abby × Reader)

Summary- Abby had no plans of staying back at the club until you caught her fancy, finding something oddly familiar about you.

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Cw- sexual content, mature themes

• It had been ages since Abby traipsed down to a joint of this flavor. Maybe once upon a time in freshman year, she somehow caught herself with a lot into the whole night-clubbing gig. Never stayed long. Tonight was going to be alike, what with Manny hauling her ass out to this den.

• The ear-numbing music, pool of bodies writhing like fish in a net and liquor spilling like acid rain… wasn’t her deal. An all-in-all futile evening until she found her gaze resting on you like hands to a radiator. The dangerously short sequinned minidress wasn’t wasted on her. It clung to your body like second skin, low-cut spilling soft breasts.

Why was it so hard to look away?

• Siren? Enchantress? How does she move like that? Abby watched the iridescent fringes on your hem swirling around you, barely making any secret of your underbutt as you romped to the music. The strobing lights caught your beaming drunken face, hair fanning out oil spill like you were all just a part of some mindfuck special effect.

• "Careful, they might pop out” Manny nudged Abby’s shoulder. She scrunched her face at him, smoothing her ponytail and turning back to her lonely drink on the bar counter. Neon visions of you persisted, dancing behind her eyelids. It went down her throat like the heavy liquor she threw back.

• “I'm gonna bail” Abby shook her head, struggling to keep her voice level above the blaring music. “Come on” he urged her, another girl already whispering in his other ear “Loosen up.” "We got class at 9 tomorrow," she threw another glance at the dance floor, no sight of you. Manny broke out in a knowing chuckle as you tapped her shoulder, having snuck up from the back.

• Abby did a double take, looking from the tinsel strands in your hair, down to your pretty heels in the dark. “Thankyou” you blew a kiss at Manny, drowning the dregs of Abby's drink and taking her by the arm “But I’ll take it from here.” She felt her bicep spasm under her shirt sleeve at your touch. I’ll call, she gestured back to Manny as he flipped her off with a shit-eating grin, already heading out with the chick on his arm.

• “Me?” Abby wanted to doubly ensure. Aware that she might sully the experience. She didn't know the first thing about dancing drunk or even... drunk dancing with a girl as gorgeous as you. But something told her not to squander the opportunity. Everything smelt bitter and sultry. Like an animal’s lair. She watched your staggered saunter, hand wrapped around her wrist as the crowd stifled you both closer.

• Coming upon a reasonable clearing, you turn and put her arms around you, propping yours on her broad shoulders. Abby burned intensely, her back already damp as you leaned close to her ear “Drunk?”. “Yeah” she replied, aroused by the way your nails scraped the back of her neck. “I’m four shots down” You laugh deliciously, breath heavy with spirits.

• The feral atmosphere bled into her bones, headier than before as people pushed and prodded against her. She slid her hands across, resting in the steep dip of your spine, glaring at the men passing wayward looks, who tried jostling too close. She felt you pull her chin down to face you, “Eyes on me” You breathe against her neck before slowly dragging her sizeable hands up your sides and then back down.

• Abby closed her eyes, feeling your body collide into hers, falling into every curve and rise like they were made in pairs. She saw doubles, the glow of your smile, the swell of your breasts as they pressed up against her. All so familiar yet different. Senses swilled like dregs, and the music began thudding in her chest. You parted your legs, dropping down her front and crouching at her feet with your hands on her hips, sliding up her shirt… hooking onto her jeans. You rest your chin on her thigh, tilting your head coyly.

• Abby was no womanizer. Her sexcapades included kissing the class representative in the boiler room and promising to take it to the grave to save face. Tonight was a quick crash landing onto everything she knew. There was no face to save. She drank up every sway of your hips, bounce of your chest, and flip of your hair. The delicious curl of your lips drew her in deeper. She cradled the back of your head as she pulled you back up, flipping you around with a swift jerk.

• A shot of surprise as she pinned your hips back against hers, brows furrowing as she watched you smoothly grind back into her. You edged into her needily, bent forward with back arched beautifully. She caught the corner of your eye from where you glanced back at her, lust-ridden as she subtly humped you.

• Abby braced herself as you straightened back against her, feeling you writhe beneath her touch as she angled your face up to kiss your lips, pushing her over the edge. She felt her tongue unravel over yours, wet and hot as you tasted her right back. Her hands snaked below, artlessly pawing at the fringes of your dress before she felt yours guide her fingers up the hem.

• She groaned into your mouth as she felt the strap of your thongs digging into plump flesh, peeling them off your hips till they dangled in a twist around your thighs Curses left her lips as she cupped your slick pussy, fingers slipping in with little to no resistance. "Still wanna bail?” you ask breathlessly, as your hips buck, knees limp as you gaze up at her. “Fuck that” Abby groaned wickedly.

Following morning

• The fluorescent lights of the 9 am class were already giving her a well-deserved ache in the temples. She spent the early morning fucking around half-clothed in a women's bathroom stall. The girl from the club. It had consumed her entirely, once the liquor drained out of her, all she had were questions. Who are you? Why did you approach me? What did it mean? Could be nothing but she still had her thongs in her back pocket, nail scratches still scouring her back. The professor's monotone let slip something about pairing up and it entirely missed Abby by the time he was done sorting

• "Sir, I don't have a partner" she called out belatedly, hand lazily raised above her head. "Well..." he looked around in defeat as the entrance slammed. "Class representative!" the professor lightly clapped his hands "You're right on time" he gestured to you. A drained, mousy entity standing in the doorway "Please partner up with Abigail for the essay analysis."

• You nodded meekly, trudging up to where Abby was sitting. "Studying late again?" Abby poked, surveying your visible eye bags and pale lips. "Fuck you" you sounded entirely hoarse, snapping the reading open to the page on the board. Abby noticed the telltale bruise on your wrist and frowned. The handprint comically familiar.

• A quick flash of holding you against the bathroom wall poured back to her conscious. Wrist pressed to tile as you got yourself off on her thigh. She backed up, looking you up and down, and there it was. A single strand of tinsel in the class representative's hair. At this point, she couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Are you actually insane?" You turn owlishly to look at her. "No..." she leaned in, awfully smug "But I think you are after what you did to me last night."

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firewalkzwit · 6 months

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in the mood for love // neil lewis x reader

To accept that life is not David Lynch's magnificent "Blue Velvet", or much less Billy Wilder's "Double Indemnity", was not an easy thing for a man like Neil Lewis, who adored nothing more than to vicariously live through the screen time of the 50's Hollywood heartthrobs that starred as his favourite characters.

So, in the event that a Rohmerian woman whose quirk could even be seen through her yellow lens Godard-ish sunglasses, Neil found it to be an offer he couldn't refuse.

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Cross-posted on AO3

A.N: i actually never finished watching the detectives bc i was honestly not a fan of the plot so bare with me lol, i was only too in love w cill and lucy liu's characters but the movie itself kinda disappointed me

also, yes i made them fans of MY favorite movies, arrest me.

The sound of intense tapping of nails on the counter, crowded by a disastrous attempt at organising countless VHS tapes scattered all over it, caused the plastic of the films to rattle as the table vibrated. Neil's tired eyes rolled upwards to catch a glimpse of the face before him, a slight frown drawn between her eyebrows and an intensely inquisitive stare which hardly helped him to decipher what exactly she wanted that actually merited bothering him.

The harsh placement of the VHS on his desk caused him to grit his teeth, it felt almost imperative, and it ached him to see his most prized possessions be mistreated. His eyes drifted back up to her, the yellow-tinted lens of her sunglasses still didn't stop him from finding them oddly familiar. Scanning to the rest of her clothes as if he wanted to glimpse her personality based on her looks, he felt like a detective. The black minidress on her body was rather loose, and the sleeves ended close to the start of her wrists, as if it was too short for her arms. It seemed like an intentional fashion choice, despite how unflattering it looked to him. The dress hugged her waist in the centre, with a peculiar silver belt he'd only see in the outfit of a woman in a nouvelle vague film. In fact, her entire style seemed to be the one of a sixties Parisian flâneur, as if she was ruthlessly trying to imitate Anna Karina. Over the turtleneck that culminated her dress, a thin, long golden chain that went as low as her belt had a large and round golden pendant hanging from it.

But as soon as she spoke he was disappointed to find no thick, sexy french accent, but rather an ordinary speech, almost too friendly and passive to be attractive. His eyes drifted down to the VHS on his desk; while he expected Vivre Sa Vie, le Bonheur or Pierrot le Fou, there was no La Collectionneuse on his desk, but rather the most unexpected of outcomes.

Jane Birkin would never rent a chick-flick, Neil thought.

The membership she handed did not belong to her, it was that of a man's, an old one too, judging by his name.

"Alright, that will be eight dollars."

"Jeez, eight?"

"Eight."

"You do know the other rental charges only five, right?"

"I was not aware, thank you." Not only was she of poor taste, but also quite irritating. Even though he refrained from explaining how being a smaller business practically obliged him to charge more to make an actual profit, it was before he could begin to explain the late fees that she snatched the VHS from his hand.

"I'm actually going to keep looking." And just like that, she turned and began to walk slightly bent over, looking at the orange labels that hung on the shelves. Curiosity consumed him, and he also felt it his duty as the owner of the videoclub to assist his customers in making a choice.

"Are you looking for something in particular?"

"Well... What do you have with Robert De Niro?" Neil's eyes suddenly lit up, as if her personality had a chance at salvation the moment those words came out of her mouth.

"Most of his works, there's his classics like Goodfellas, Taxi Driver... I even have Heat if you're looking for something more thrilling."

"Heat?"

"Heat is one of the most critically acclaimed nineties crime dramas. It also stars Al Pacino, it's this kinda' cop and criminal trope but so realistically achieved, even the sound of firearms is claimed to be one of the most realistic in the history of film-"

"I'll just take that one." The tip of her finger slowly grazed his as she gently took the Heat VHS from his hands, a friendly awkward grin displaying discomfort. "It's just for my dad."

"Oh... Sixteen Candles' for you I guess." A soft nasal laugh left her body as her head tilted down, shaking in denial.

"No, that's for my dad too." Ok, weird, but by then she had undeniably picked his curiosity.

"Nothing for you then?"

"I prefer a cheaper rental, this is my dad's membership." As if he couldn't see for himself that such a name would never belong to her, it could only be that of an old geezer who he still struggled to recognise even though he was a member. And even though she intended to make a subtle comment, it did not come off that way.

"Oh yeah? And what do you rent in the cheaper club?" Media Giant could have a wider offer and lower prices, but Neil assumed it wasn't a real loss if the clientele consisted of girls like her.

"I like French movies, Harmony Korine, seventies giallos... Why, you want me to rent them from you instead?" While her first pick was particularly predictable, Italian giallos were a genre he was interested in exploring, and of which he hardly had any in his extensive collection. Neil shrugged almost dramatically, trying to incite her to take yet another pick.

"It wouldn't hurt your dad. Except for the giallo part, ‘can't help you there."

"You mean you have no giallos here?" His face deformed into an awkward pout, as if he'd been defeated in his own ground. "You look like the type of guy to own them on Criterion."

"I don't think so, no." By that point, the humiliation of her light cackle upsetted and confused him even further, returning her change as she piled up the tapes.

"If you ever want to watch a good Dario Argento movie, you let me know when I return you these." And marking her goodbye with a soft grin that slightly lifted the sunglasses that rested above her cheeks, Neil was taken aback beyond speech. Was it a date? Was she joking? He couldn't quite understand, and so couldn't come up with a proper response.

But seven days passed before she returned, and he would have to charge her the late fees that added to the sixteen dollars. However, in the course of those five days Neil hardly remembered her, briefly making a comment about it to his friends. Neil was not the type of man to stress easily, and he was exercising his peace that particular afternoon as he watched the director's cut of Psycho, to him a movie that truly never got old. He snacked on the couch in a slobby posture, his limbs spread over it without a care about presentation. It was not the type of day for him to expect too many customers, and it was too hot to go outside anyway. Hardly did he ever struggle to find an excuse to stay in anyway, so when he heard the doorknob pushed down his expression shifted into a displeased grimace. His eyes peered over the backrest, displeased to find that someone had indeed come in.

As he got up and stretched, mindfully appearing to be homeless, he caught a glimpse of her again. Her head was tilted and on her hands were the two tapes she had borrowed. He was surprised to have even forgotten that he'd rented her the films, usually being more attentive about what went in and out of his club. Probably the bizarre interaction had caused him to forget. That time she wore a tiny pair of black shorts with black stockings up the knees and also black, sharp-pointed flats. The usual thick, high-waisted belt accompanied a loose sage blouse, which was accessorised with elongated collars of various unique beads, and the peculiar yellow-tinted shades. Not that Neil cared at all about fashion, nor did he understand it, but he assumed she was going for chic.

"Sorry for not coming by sooner, hope you didn't miss these." She placed the tapes on the counter and quickly began looking through her pockets for the money she assumed she'd have to pay for being two days late. Before he could tell her how much extra she owed, she placed the four dollars on top of the movies.

"How'd you know how much..." Neil's finger drew a circle above the tapes and the money, as if she was some sort of genie or simply gambling with how much he'd charge compared to his prime competitor.

"My dad." She quickly interrupted, offering him her usual small grin of politeness before making her way out. Yet by that point Neil wasn't oblivious to her previous invitation, overwhelmed by the curiosity her strange looks provoked him.

"Is... the offer for that Dario Argento still up?" He could tell she was smiling through the way her cheeks lifted, visible from behind, and the way her voice sounded. When people smile and talk, their voice accommodates to the wider lips and sound friendlier.

"Glad you asked."

It was by that point that the old-Hollywood mystery enthusiast Neil and the French new-wave, foreign murder-thriller enjoyer Y/N frequented each other in what consisted of visits to the Gumshoe Video and her place. In contrast to his original impression of her, she was quite the film collector, owning a perfect shrine that ranged from art house Kino Lorber films to a wide range of classics on Criterion. She was truly well stocked. The only thing obvious to him from the start was that she was a great enthusiast of foreign films, something she even gave away in the unique way she dressed.

She was also an occasional actress, kindly starring in the indie projects of some of her film geek friends, many who shockingly knew Neil as well. It was natural for them to have so many people in common, especially because people with mutual interests were bound to come across each other in such a small town, however he was surprised to not have seen her previously roaming around or in any of his friends' films. She had a look that just gave away she'd be into acting, the role of a muse seemed to fit her character perfectly.

Because of this, as soon as Neil began to grow an interest in impressing her, she was surprised to hear he wanted to try and film an experimental short, try his luck at producing something beyond an advertising trailer for his videoclub, something more artistic.

Obviously he invited her to star in it, and even though he'd expected her to jump in his arms in excitement, never did she show herself to be shocked or taken aback by any of the bizarre propositions he had in mind. Neil wasn't very knowledgeable or even interested in the world that existed beneath experimental indie films, but she seemed to be willing to comply with the various shots of strange ideas he sketched frantically in strangely-drawn frames.

When it was finally time to shoot, it was clear that the whole tape would be very rudimentary, using the 35mm film gauge she had offered to lend him, demanding that he treat her camera with extreme care.

Despite Neil's attempts of disclosing what exactly he had in mind, rough sketches were clearly not enough, as the minute they began to shoot and the scenes began to come to life, it became too clear to her that Neil just wanted to see her naked, behaving like a conceited filmographer in poor attempts of masking his amateurism. It was hard to imagine senior film-makers like Jean-Luc Godard, especially the favourites of Y/N, and the thousands of breast and butt-naked women takes they had witnessed being filmed in their lifetime. Neil found it hard to imagine them behaving with naturality, but then again he assumed it was the only way to behave if they were actually in search of pristine shots.

"You don't seem to be taking this too seriously." She finally scolded, her forearm hugging her chest to cover her breasts once Neil cut the cameras.

"What do you mean? I'm directing here."

"You're wasting film in countless shots of my tits, what message are you trying to convey?" Interrogation was not on his plans, especially because Neil expected artistic and abstract film to not be questioned, but rather merely interpreted.

"It's about... the beauty of the raw human body." His tone didn't project confidence, and Y/N could tell he was feeding her bull-shit.

"Okay, then I'll film you too."

"Sorry, what?"

"It's not the human body if you also don't see the male." He didn't seem too convinced, obviously it was far more amusing to simply watch than to have to partake. "You and all these film-makers are so open minded when it comes to seeing women, but there's still a taboo for the male body." Neil couldn't find in him the interest to follow her idea. Obviously she had a valid point, but he was never the type to pay attention to the underlying message behind highly interpretable films, rather driven to puzzling movies where connecting the dots until the end was the reason to get his brain working.

However, how could he disagree? By that point it couldn't get more intimate than that, and a sudden high of confidence invaded him and prompted him to begin to undress himself. He began by his shirt, clumsily taking it off and visibly embarrassed. As he begins to rid himself from his pants and underwear, feeling the lens of the camera stare at him probingly, the desire to turn back strikes him to his core. He finally stands there, exposed and naked. He tries to look defiant and confident, but he's achingly vulnerable.

The camera is delighted with his expressions, and his body is posed like he wants to bend inwards and disappear into the air, but just when the filming of his most exposed self seems to never end, the camera lowers and his eyes meet with hers, and her own naked body too.

The naturality with which she accepted being in the spotlight seemed to indicate it was not the first time she filmed something of the sort, and Neil began to wonder who exactly had been gifted with pioneering in such a scene. He, on the other hand, was awkward and hardly artistic, his skinny body and shaky blue eyes screaming how out of place he felt.

"Do you think that's good enough?"

"Yes, I can't keep lending you more film anyway."

"That was... something." As she sat on the floor naked, her back arched sideways and her legs to her left as her arm supported the body, displaying total relaxation. Meanwhile, he couldn't wait for her permission to get back dressed, staring at her clothes as he waited for her to pick them up and imply she could do the same.

"It's a great thing when you realise you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about."

"American Beauty?"

"Yes." In a way, the scene did share odd similarities to the American classic. The filming of odd, regular things and their naked bodies, Neil was bound to expect what would come next would follow as in the movie. He slowly crouched and sat before her, the two sharing brief stares that felt like a lifetime. Her gaze was soft and mellow, contagiously transmitting her tranquillity to his own as he pondered on whether to make a move or not.

By that point it was obvious they were not going to leave that room without something happening before, but the decision of who would initiate the contact seemed to be difficult as the longest minute of their lives passed by them.

So when she finally accommodated her posture and began to lean closer to him, he crawled her way progressing from soft and careful movements to pounding her against the floor. The sound of bone against the wooden floor caused them both to wince, her face wrinkling in a frown of pain. It was before she could hold her head to stroke herself that his own hand slid down from her temple to the back of her head, holding her up to finally kiss her.

The kiss was long, and the sound of their lips engaging in humid contact as their tongues went in and out of each other's mouth echoed across the empty room, Neil's free hand travelling from her navel to her breast as her arms wrapped around his slender body. Her legs followed the motion, soon making her look like she hung from him, clinged to his back as he arched to reach closer to her. Her gaze ogled from the corner of her eye in search of the camera as her arm reached out, finally being released from his grip to set up and continue to film themselves, a prime example of human beauty in its most raw expression.

Needless to say that beyond physical pleasure, it was an intellectual disappointment for the two that despite their love for film, they still couldn't make sex look and feel like a scene from Body Heat, sexiness was greatly rehearsed after all.

this sucks ass i just wanted to write filmbro cillian murphy and yap about my favorite movies tbhngl

#cillian murphy #watching the detectives #neil lewis #neil lewis x reader

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secrets-of-loki-beaker · 6 months

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image description: This image has two panels. The first panel shows Loki Beaker as Maxis intended, in his blue sweater outfit, standing with his hands on his hips. Text beside his head reads, "You." The second panel shows Loki wearing a neon pink one-sleeved minidress with long hair in a headband. He appears to be twerking and flailing his arms. Text beside his head reads, "The guy he tells you not to worry about."

#simsecret #loki beaker #the sims 2 #ts2 simblr #ts2 #meme

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letomills · 11 months

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Download showerproof skins: SFS / Mega Download Dummy Thicc TF clothing: SFS / Mega

Dummy Thicc is a body shape created by @digisims2, learn all about it here.

This is a follow-up on the Dummy Thicc AF-EF clothing set I posted here. Explanations and previews under the cut.

This post gives you 2 independant downloads:

I. Five custom skins correlated to the Dummy Thicc body shape (S1-S4 + alien)

These skins will pick up your skin defaults (or the Maxis skins if you don’t use defaults). Let me repeat that they are custom skins - they will not replace your skin defaults, they will only have the same textures as your defaults. They are also not geneticized or townified. If you’d like to genetify and townify them, check out Rikkulidea’s tutorial. Skins that are correlated to custom body shapes are also called “showerproof”, meaning that the body shapes they are linked to only shows up when the sims are nude (taking a bath, streaking, doing ACR stuff, etc.). They have no effect whatsoever on clothing, because clothes use their own meshes. To show up at all on a nude sim, these skins require top and bottom meshes, which are included. I took the liberty to include the AF-EF meshes @digisims2 shared here, and added the bottom mesh with block feet. I also converted the shape for TF and supplied TF top and bottom meshes. You will have to choose between block feet and sexy feet, and between Maxis hands and smooth hands. Digi’s mesh files have been renamed so that everything is as clear as possible. The skins come in two versions: AF-EF and TF-AF-EF. If you want skins that give the Dummy Thicc body shape to AF-EF only, only keep the “AF-EF” folder. If you want TF to get the Dummy Thicc shape as well, only keep the “TF-AF-EF” folder. You can use these skins on any sim though: all other age groups and all M sims who have them will just have the standard Maxis shape.

Uncensored previews are included, though their value is limited since as I said, these skins will have different textures depending on the default skins you use. If something isn’t clear, feel free to ask.

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II. Dummy Thicc TF clothing set

You don’t need the skins for the clothes to work. Same as with my AF-EF set, everything has fat and preg morphs, polycounts are low to reasonable and all clothing categories are covered. All recolors are BSOK’d.

1. Sweater Jeans Outfit

Mashup of @yuichen’s Drinking Mercury sweater (+ Mazsims recolors), Kayleigh’s Bustelo jeans (with Mork’s textures) and the sneakers from this. Categorized as everyday. Polycount: 2,134.

2. T-shirt Shorts Low Sneakers

Top textures are by @serabiet, shorts are by Aweeshie, and shoes are by Yuxi with textures by @deedee-sims. Categorized as everyday. Polycount: 2030.

3. Floral Dress Wedges

Tops and skirt textures by @gobbluthbutagirl, original skirt mesh by Sentate, shoes by Trapping. Categorized as everyday and formal. Polycount: 2130.

Find the Maxis-size TF version here.

4. Puffy-sleeved minidress

Original dress mesh by Maxis, dress textures by Nymphy (I got them from @mrs-mquve-cc‘s blog here) shoes by Amaryll. Categorized as everyday and formal. Polycount: 2,056.

5. Long Scarf Is Long Slouchy Boots

The original Long Scarf is Long is a 3t2 conversion by @rented-space but I used Eir’s shoeswap from here. Textures by Eir, @rented-space and @mrs-mquve-cc (from here). Categorized as everyday and outerwear. Polycount: 5,090.

6. Athletic Mashup

Mashup of yftophipsweats and @platinumaspiration’s Clumsyalien Riona Pants. Pants colors are my recolors of Platasp’s textures, tops are based on the Maxis textures and some of these jooxis recolors, except the white one which was taken from this billielith set. Categorized as everyday and athletic. Polycount: 4,222.

Find the Maxis-size TF version here.

7. Leotards

Original mesh by Maxis, recolors by Maxis, Parsimonious Kate and Emosims. You’ll have to choose if you want them standalone or repo’d to Dummy Thicc AF-EF. Categorized as athletic. Polycount: 2,152.

8. Swimwear Sporty

Original mesh by Maxis, one-piece recolors by Anna (for the blue) and me, two-piece recolors by @persimmonthusiast / Monsieur Oshima. You’ll have to choose if you want block feet or sexy feet. You’ll also have to choose if you want the one-piece recolors standalone or repo’d to Dummy Thicc AF-EF. The two-piece recolors are standalone only. Categorized as swimwear. Polycount: blockfeet: 2,024 // sexyfeet: 6,602.

9. Underwear

Textures by MzzUnvrz, Rosaline_10 (Cute and Valentines), @autumnparanoia / FadeToBlack (VFormation) and @artemida-sims (here). Choose if you want block feet or sexy feet. Categorized as underwear. Polycount: blockfeet: 1,948 // sexyfeet: 6,526.

10. MissTiikeri Cinnamon Spider Nightie

Original dress mesh by Sentate, dress textures by @misstiikeri, leggings textures from here. Choose if you want block feet or sexy feet. Categorized as sleepwear. Polycount: blockfeet: 1,912 // sexyfeet: 6,490.

Find the Maxis-size TF version here.

11. Parka Jeans Outerwear

Original coat and boots by Maxis (I removed the gloves and lowered the saturation on the pink and blue), jeans by @pixeldolly. Categorized as outerwear. Polycount: 2,442.

#sims 2 #download #body shapes #dummy thicc #clothing:everyday #clothing:outerwear #clothing:athletic #clothing:formal #clothing:sleepwear #clothing:underwear #sims 2 download #sims 2 cc #ts2cc #s2cc #clothing:swimwear #showerproof skins

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egg04 · 4 months

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CHARACTER DESIGN/OC MINI-ADOPTS

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[ID from Alt Text: Two adoptable character designs. Character 1: A thin-framed, femme character with dark brown skin and black hair that's in cornrows at the front, laid down edges, and shoulder-length coils in the back. They wear bold, yellow eyeliner, orangey lipstick, have visible dimples, a thinner upper lip and thick lower lip, and a round nose. They wear a long-sleeved, off-shoulder, short sweater dress that's has white hemming, white sleeves with a 60s inspired orange-yellow flowers pattern, and a yellow body, with black spaghetti straps seen from an unspecified garment underneath. Across the start of the hips is two off-center and angle white belts with a CD walkman attached. It's plugged in to grey headphones on the character's head. They also have white, layered high socks with two yellow and two orange stripes at the top, worn with yellow sneakers. Character 2: A wide-framed, pear-shaped femme character with light-medium brown skin and dark brown straight hair in a layered bob with straight bangs. Their nose is represented with a horizontal line, and they have a defined round upper-lip. They wear a yellow, spaghetti-strap minidress with small flowers where the straps meet the top. Their purple stockings have 60s inspired yellow-orange thick-outline flowers patterned all over them. With that, they wear orange open-toed sandals, 3 necklaces (long with key, medium with tear-shaped charm, and a short empty chain), and a pair of yellow rectangle sunglasses in their hair. /End ID] ***Please feel free to DM me or send asks on how I can improve my image descriptions, thank you!

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cressida-jayoungr · 7 months

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One Dress a Day Challenge

October: White Redux

The Avengers (s5e17 "Return of the Cybernauts" and s5e20 "Dead Man's Treasure") / Diana Rigg as Mrs. Emma Peel

A long-sleeved, wrap-around minidress with pearl buttons and an all-over lacy design of concentric circles. I just realized this is the third dress of the month so far to feature a row of buttons! It wasn't a deliberate choice, but I do think the buttons add a certain flair in all three cases. I like the buttons on the cuffs as well.

It looks like the "belt" is made of a separate piece of fabric but sewn into the dress.

#the avengers tv #white dresses #diana rigg #one dress a day challenge #one dress a week challenge #television costumes #tv costumes #emma peel #steed and mrs peel #1960s fashion #1960s style #the avengers season 5 #return of the cybernauts #dead man's treasure #60s avengers #mrs peel #white dress #white redux

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ghostlyviolets33 · 7 months

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what do you think violet would wear to homecoming? (without the scars she covers up)

What Violet would wear to homecoming:

I think she wouldn't want to look too dressed up, so she'd probably just wear a simple dress with leggings or tights underneath! Here are some examples of dresses (with links):

Dress #1: Floral Print Dress

Dress #2: Floral Long Sleeve Minidress

Dress #3: Tiered Cotton Dress

Accessories:

Jewelry: those tiny silver hoops she wears in the show, layered necklaces, and bracelets.

Shoes: Doc. Marten's boots, Oxfords, flats, or some kind of heeled opened-toed shoe/sandal.

Other: patterned socks, pork-pie hat, a clutch bag, a chunky cardigan like Violet's in "Return to Murder House".

Hair:

For her hair, I could imagine her experimenting with a half up half down hairstyle or just a simple ponytail!

Nails:

I can't really imagine Violet ever getting acrylic nails, so she'd probably get gel nails instead. Here are some photo examples:

I hope this can help! Thank you for asking :]

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pregtboy · 1 year

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thinkin abt a boy who dresses progressively skimpier and sluttier as he undergoes more pregnancies. like when he gets pregnant for the first time, maybe in his last year of high school or right before he starts college, he's insecure and nervous, constantly wearing nothing but the baggiest clothes possible - they don't conceal the shape of his distinctly burgeoning belly and he's clearly pregnant to everyone who sees him, but his style is still very much lowkey and every inch of skin he can manage is covered in big hoodies, baggy pants, long sleeve tees, neutral tones, sweats, you get it

but despite the embarrassment with which he urgently hides his pregnant body he still manages to get pregnant again immediately after his first and now he's starting to let his style breathe a bit more, wearing tees without extra baggy top layers, his round belly no longer trying to be kept a secret, and the shirts a little bit tighter (though not on purpose - he's just growing into them real fast!). he can't bind while pregnant either but he's still doing what he can, wearing mostly sports bras that flatten him slightly without doing any damage to his milk supply. it's nothing slutty by any means, if anything it's the most average male fashion, really, but it's clear he's no longer trying to hide his pregnancies anymore, letting his developing curves and round belly grow against the fabric, his belly's size even occasionally causing his shirts to roll up

a few pregnancies later and his fashion sense has transformed along with his body - he's perfectly content sporting a big bare belly and going braless, and his wardrobe consists mostly of crop tops, short shorts, and leggings. he loves tight stretchy clothes because they easily accommodate his constantly swelling figure and they make it look damn good too. he also loves showing skin - his excuse is that he needs to let his belly breathe, but everyone around him can tell he gets... other types of gratification from showing off that fertile body. he knows what he's doing, tits, belly, and ass bouncing with every step, but he also just genuinely has a newfound love for looking cute and loves to dress as such

after spending the entirety of his twenties pregnant his whole closet has been cycled into something entirely new - he aspires to cover as little as possible, to provoke on purpose. tight pencil skirts, short miniskirts that reveal lacy panties at the slightest breeze, tube tops stretched tight against his bust, tops that really should qualify as bras, not shirts, and sometimes full-on lingerie tops, tight minidresses exerting all their strength and flexibility to cover his belly, leaving no fabric left to cover his lower half- everything in his closet is skimpy, ill-fitting, fem, and hand-picked with the express purpose of titillation. if he could go out in lingerie or even naked, he absolutely would. he no longer owns a single hoodie, but if he had kept his old ones they certainly wouldn't fit over all that fertility

#txt #mine #pregnancy kink #tmpreg #boy #long #constant preg #young

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audreyhepburninblackandwhite · 7 months

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Audrey Hepburn after her wedding to Dr. Andrea Dotti in the townhall of Morges, Vaud, Switzerland, facing a crowd of reporters and admirers on 18 January 1969. Photography by Marcel Imsand

Audrey is wearing a long-sleeved, funnel-necked pale pink minidress, which she wore with white tights, white ballet flats, gloves, and a matching pale-pink headscarf by her good friend Hubert de Givenchy.

Audrey smiles at the camera for the "second try at the 'happiest day' of one's life," as @seanhepburnferrer jokes on the book #Audrey100.

Their son @thedottis was born a little over a year later, nearly ten years after Sean.

The book says, "Audrey's beatific glow outshone even the pink wool ensemble, made with love and best wishes by dear friend Hubert de @givenchy ."

#audrey hepburn #vintage #classic #style #photography #fashion #old hollywood #old hollywood glamour #1960s #personal #1969 #weddings

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starrgaziinggg · 2 years

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BEGIN AGAIN | hwang hyunjin

CHAPTER TWELVE

Hwang Hyunjin messes with your head, unknowingly, for over a month. Until you can't take it anymore.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Growing up with Chris Bang as your best friend had it's perks - a permanent bodyguard, a shoulder to cry on... and seven other boys who also became your best friends as you grew up together.

Week in, week out, your routine stayed the same. Study, go to class and patiently wait to attend your regular Friday evening home cooked meal with your friends. You just couldn't wait to graduate and start working, to rid yourself of exams and finally start earning some proper money like the boys.

Desperate to put some light back into your mundane, studious life, Chris forces you to start blind dating. Two miserable dates down and ready to murder the man, someone completely unexpected appears and makes a mess of your orderly life.

And a mess he does make.

chapter twelve

The week flew by, just as the previous weeks had. Studying day in, day out passed time relatively quickly, and you soon found yourself reaching Friday, your favourite day. You had hardly spoken to the boys throughout the week, most of them swamped with work. You'd FaceTimed Jeongin one night over dinner, to give each other company since Seungmin had been out.

You'd heard there was some problem at the entertainment company over the past week, but you didn't really know what had happened since you hadn't spoken to any of the boys working there other than a quick text here and there. Jeongin had only mentioned it briefly, as out of the loop as you were, knowing only because Seungmin had mentioned it. Apparently, there had been a bust up between Hyunjin and one of the higher up managers, over what you didn't know, but you got the vibe that Chris was caught in the middle of it because when you brought it up to him over text he ended the conversation instantly.

Luckily, nothing had got out to the media, so you hoped it wasn't too bad. You didn't want to make the boys week more stressful that it appeared to be, so you had kept contact with them to a minimum. It also meant you hadn't talked to Hyunjin at all. Not even a text. The radio silence had been beneficial to allow you to study, but you were overthinking things - as usual.

Anyway, it was Friday night, and you couldn't wait to go out and enjoy your night. The mutual friend who's party it was was Su, someone you'd gone to highschool with. She was older than you, so she was celebrating her 25th birthday, and since she worked for CBH entertainment now all your friends had been invited to the party. She'd rented out a bar for the night, and you couldn't lie about being excited to get dressed up for a special occasion.

You were wearing a navy blue minidress, with long sleeves and a cut out in the chest. It was one of the more suggestive clothing items you owned, but you couldn't deny how good you looked when you wore it. You had paired it with your white bag and matching white heels, not bothering with a jacket since it was roasting outside today. You loved how your makeup had turned out for once, and had even gone as far as curling your hair, something you could never be bothered to do.

You had gotten an Uber for yourself, since none of the boys had offered a lift and you didn't want to cause them stress accommodating you. You didn't mind much, as Felix had said he'd meet you outside the bar, so you weren't walking in alone. You could always count on Felix to be mindful of you.

The Uber notified you that it was outside, so you grabbed your belongings, locked the door and made your way downstairs. You checked your phone and saw Felix had texted you a minute ago to let you know he was outside, so you replied that you were a couple of minutes away. The bar was pretty close to your apartment, but you didn't dare walk there in your heels.

You saw Felix as you got out of your Uber, a grin on his face. "Hey, mate," you said to him in an Australian accent. "How have you been?"

He gave you a quick hug and the two of you made your way inside the bar. "Oh you know, same old. How are you?"

"I'm fine, just stressed. And super confused, by the way. What's been going on at your work?"

He gave you a grimace. "Don't ask. It's a mess. Has nobody told you?"

You shook your head.

"Long story short, one of the managers at the top of the company who was recently hired was being extremely racist, and I mean saying horrible things, to some of the trainees that are mixed race. It was overheard by a couple of staff members and reported to HR, but when word got to Hyunjin he went ballistic. Called the manager in for a meeting himself, and I have no idea what happened but they got into a physical fight," Felix explained, and you literally gasped.

In all the years you'd known Hyunjin, he had never laid a hand on someone. Albeit, he had been a very difficult person to get along with at points - him and Jisung didn't see eye to eye for a good year until the realised they were strangely the perfect friendship, he had never gone as far as to get physical with anyone. He put on a good tough guy act sometimes, but the boy was one of the most gentle souls you'd ever met. Something really bad must have happened for him to react like that.

"Jesus, that's insane," you said with wide eyes, walking into the venue and closer to the music. "So what's going on now?"

"Basically, the manager is threatening to sue, but the legal team are going to shut it down quickly, I think. I don't really know the ins and outs, that's just what I've been told," Felix shrugged, heading towards the bar. "But don't talk to Chris or Hyun about it, it's a no go topic tonight."

You pretended to zip your lips shut and throw away the key as you stood at the bar, the two of you ordering drinks. When you received them, you walked towards the group of boys you recognised. They all seemed to be in a relatively good mood, which you were thankful for.

"Hey, kid!" Chan greeted you by saying, giving you a hug. You hugged him back warmly, sensing he could really use a hug. "You look somewhat presentable."

"Can you just give me a non backhanded compliment for once in your life?" You laughed as you pulled away. The other boys, however, were staring at you. "What?"

"It's just - we've not seen you look this nice in forever," Seungmin explained, and you flicked him on the head. "Okay, violence was not necessary there. That was a compliment."

You rolled your eyes. You didn't notice Hyunjin, who had been standing behind Jeongin, staring at you until you looked right at him. At even in the dark lighting of the bar, you couldn't mistake the cut on his lip and the bruise forming on his jaw.

"Fucking hell," you said, more to yourself than anyone else. You stepped towards Hyunjin and Jeongin moved, immersing himself in a conversation with Felix. You tentatively put a hand up to Hyunjin's face, careful not to press too hard on his bruise. He grimaced nonetheless. "Been through the wars, Jinnie?"

He almost looked sad. "Can we not talk about it? I'll explain later, but tonight I just want to forget about it," he said. You noticed he had a glass in his hand and figured he must be drinking tonight. You only nodded with a sad smile.

At that moment, you were interrupted. The music stopped and a spotlight shone onto the stage in the bar where a mic had been set him. Su burst through the curtains with a huge smile on her face. Everyone clapped, and she looked absolutely gorgeous.

"Welcome everyone! Can I get a 'happy birthday?'," she shouted into the mic, and of course even shouted happy birthday back to her. She squealed in excitement. "Yay! Anyway, I won't drone on for long, I just wanted to let you know that there's a free bar for the next hour and Thank you all for coming!"

You laughed at how sweet the girl was, in her amazing fluffy matching pink outfit. She was really going all out for her birthday.

"Want another drink?" Felix asked you, as you both were running low on the one you were currently drinking. You nodded and finished off you drink, handing him the empty glass and giving Hyunjin a smile before following Felix back to the bar.

It took much longer to order your drinks as the queue was huge due to the free bar, but you managed to get them and also ordered shots for the two of you as well. You clinked your glasses together before downing them, the burning sensation running down your throat. Felix shook his head, his blonde mullet spraying out as he did so.

"Yikes, that's strong," he grimaced. "Cmon, let's go dance!"

You followed him to the dance floor where Jisung and Minho currently were. You all danced together as you sipped on your drink. You felt yourself getting tipsier by the second, and just when you were about to excuse yourself to sit down, you looked over to where the boys had been and noticed a girl you didn't recognise talking to Hyunjin.

She was drop dead gorgeous. Pitch black hair and the longest legs you'd ever seen. Everything about her just screamed 'expensive', and from Hyunjin's smile he seemed to be enjoying the conversation. It gave you the worst feeling in the pit of your stomach, all twisted knots. So you practically marched over to the bar and got yourself another drink. Seungmin came up to you since you were alone.

"Please don't wander off by yourself, dummy. You'll worry us all when you get kidnapped," he states lazily, ordering another drink for himself and following in your suit.

"Do you want to come and dance with me?" You asked him, shouting over the music. "I have two left feet, but I can try my best."

"Sure," he said in your ear, and the two of you made your way to the dance floor. The other boys had left, so it was just the two of you and a bunch of Su's other guests. You danced for a while together, saying things to each other here and there, before you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Can I interrupt?" Someone said, and you hated the fact that it wasn't a voice you recognised. You turned to the face of a handsome man, and Seungmin only looked at you as confirmation. You shrugged and he leaned into your ear.

"I'll be with the guys, just come to us if you need me."

You smiled and waved him off, turning to this new guy. It was nice to have a bit of attention, anyone could admit that, but you had absolutely not interest in getting to know this man beyond having a boogie. He kept trying to make conversation, and you continuously gave him short answers in response.

The night continued on, and you were oblivious to Hyunjin's eyes burning into your dancing form. Eventually, your feet began to kill, so you excused yourself and headed to where your boys were. At one point, you almost tripped up and Chris caught your arm.

"Woah, careful kid. How drunk are you?"

"I'm not drunk," you lied. "It's just these damn heels. They're killing me."

You took a seat on one of the chair and attempted to massage the exposed parts of your feet. A fair amount of people had already left, so there was only around twenty of you left in the bar since it wasn't a huge gathering. You saw Su talking and gathering people together and you wondered what she was up to until she walked towards your group.

"Come on, we're going to play a game!" She said excitedly, evidently drunk. When the boys looked skeptical she huffed. "I have birthday rights, you will all do as I say. Now come on and sit in a circle.

So reluctantly you all obliged. It was only your group and some of Su's close friends left, so she decided to make everyone play her favourite game - spin the bottle. You internally groaned as she said it.

"Okay so, my version of the game is this. We spin, and if you land with the same person once, you have to kiss. If you land twice, you have to do two minutes in heaven, or in this case the back room, and if you land three times you're out the game," Su explained. You were only half listening, your head spinning.

She started spinning the bottle, and it landed on two people you didn't know. They kissed quickly, it was boring, and the bottle was spun again. This time it landed on Minho and another person you didn't recognise, and Minho decided to kiss them on the cheek. You laughed at his sudden aura of respect. This went on for a little while, and you hardly paid attention until the bottle landed on you.

"Okay! Now, you spin and see who it lands on!" Su squealed. You obliged, and the bottle seemed to spin forever until it landed on the one person you were hoping it wouldn't land on.

Hyunjin.

Your friends spluttered and laughed, but you just rolled your eyes and walked over to him, forcing yourself to appear composed. Instead of actually kissing him, though, you just pecked him on the head. You couldn't dare look into those gorgeous brown eyes that looked up at you as you did so. For some reason, he seemed to have an annoyed aura surrounding him. You sat back down in your seat, your heart hammering in your chest. You didn't dare peak at Hyunjin as he spun the bottle next.

Until it landed on you.

Everyone starting talking loudly at the fact the two of you would have to do two minutes in 'heaven', having to go into the back room alone together. It was such a childish high school game, so you wanted to kick yourself as you got butterflies when you and Hyunjin walked into the back room together and someone shut the door from the other side.

Silence.

Neither of you spoke. It was the strangest vibe you had ever felt. You cleared your throat before you spoke. "You okay?"

"Fine," was all he said. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "This is just stupid."

"Okay, what's wrong? Why are you being such a grouch?" You questioned, annoyed with his tone of voice.

"I'm not, I literally just said I'm fine."

You scoffed. "Well you don't seem fine."

He undid his arms, throwing them to his sides as he spoke. "Well maybe, it's because that guys been over you all night when you're supposed to be seeing someone."

Your jaw dropped, visibly. "What?"

"You heard me. Our friends think your actively dating someone and you're willingly letting some random dude dance all over you," he said, the edge in his voice sharp. His expression was stoic, and you couldn't read it.

"Wow," you almost laughed. "Really, wow. I didn't expect you to be so shallow, Hyunjin. Why don't you just shout, 'stop acting like a slut!' And be done with it?"

His voice lowered. "I never said that -"

"And your one to talk," you interrupted him. "I never made any comments when you were sleeping with half the city when you were nineteen."

"How many times do I have to say that I'm done with that! And you still hold it over my head!" He raises his voice to match yours, taking a step closer to you out of frustration.

"What, just like you're holding the fact that I danced, once, with a guy at a party. And, might I remind you, our fake dating this is just that - fake! So why the fuck do you care so much?"

"Why do I care?" Hyunjin says, emphasising his words. "I care... I care because -"

"Times up!"

You snapped out of your mentality as you heard Su squeal as she flung the door open. You quickly tried to force a smile on your face, but you droned out her making comments about the two of you.

Everyone was talking amongst themselves when you walked out, and without paying anyone a second thought you walked towards Minho. He wasn't drinking because he'd be working tomorrow, so he had already offered you a ride home.

"Hey, is there any chance you could take me home?" You said quietly to him. He nodded and stood up straight away, walking over to the table the boys had claimed for the night to pick up his jacket and keys. You got your back at the same time, and without glancing back, walked out of the bar with Minho on your tail.

"You okay?" He asked you as you walked towards his car and climbed into the passenger seat.

"Yeah I'm fine, I just started feeling rubbish," you said, not wanting to out your argument with Hyunjin.

"You sure? You seemed okay before you did that game with Hyunjin," he said, starting the car. You hated how observant he was sometimes.

"Yeah, well, I don't know. We had a small argument, but it was over something insubstantial so it really doesn't matter."

Minho just nodded to your words silently. "Do you want to grab some food before I drop you off? I'm starving."

"Yes, please," you said, the thankfulness evident in your tone of voice. He drove to the nearest drive through and ordered both of your usuals. He parked up when the food was ready.

"Mmm, this was a good idea. Thanks, Minho," you said gratefully. A lot of people told you they found Minho mean, or abrasive, but you knew that Minho was just a good judge of character and was an extremely kind, soft person. You loved that he knew exactly what you needed, when you needed it.

"Couldn't let you go home all mopey. I wouldn't worry too much about your argument with Hyunjin. The idiot speaks before he thinks."

"I know," you said as you took a bike of your food. "But what he said hurt me. He's never spoken to me that way before."

"I understand, and I'm not trying to defend him, but he's had the worst week ever. I don't know how much you know, but Chan is furious with him, and the legal representatives of his company have been berating him all week. I'm sure he's just stressed."

Thinking about it that way, you tried to but yourself into Hyunjin's shoes. And when you actually dwelled on it, you were the one who was brushing Hyunjin off all night because of that girl he was talking to. If you were being honest, the only reason you really danced with that guy was to make him jealous, as much as you didn't want to admit it. Although what he said was completely out of line, you understood why he would have not been in the best of moods. He just took it out on you.

You groaned, leaning back in your chair. "I'll figure it out. I hate fighting with my friends."

Minho says nothing, and you settle into a comfortable silence whilst you ate. Once you were finished, you headed off back to your apartment. You smiled and thanked Minho for driving you home.

"Don't worry about it," he said to you before you left. "And get some sleep."

"Goodnight, Minho," you replied, walking up to your apartment and flopping down onto your couch with a sigh.

Your phone started to buzz, and you realised Felix was phoning you, so you picked it up.

"Hey, Lix."

"Hi, you okay? You left really abruptly! You never leave without saying bye," he said, and you could hear the pout in his tone of voice.

"I know, sorry bub. I just started to feel really ill. How did the rest of the party go?"

"We played that game for a bit longer, but when Hyunjin left abruptly, none of the girls were interested in continuing to play."

"Unsurprising," you say, rolling your eyes. "Did he leave after getting a phone call, by any chance?"

"Yeah, I think he did," Felix replies, and you switch your phone to loudspeaker so you can make yourself a cup of tea. "Why?"

"Just wondering."

Typical. You couldn't help but let this annoy you. You two had argued, and instead of calling you to fix the issue he had left to wherever the fuck this phone call had led him.

"Okay, I'm gonna have to go since I'm getting up early tomorrow, but I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Love you, bye," Felix said sweetly, and you made a kissing noise before hanging up the phone. You'd received texts from the other boys, making sure you'd got home safe and that you were well, so you replied to them to save them worrying. You took your mug and settled on the sofa, preparing yourself to have a chill rest of your night.

Until you got a phone call that set you off again.

#stray kids #hwang hyunjin x you #hwang hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin #felix lee #lee know #changbin #bang chan #jeongin #seungmin #han jisung

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professorpski · 9 months

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Wrapping Up During the 1970s: Simplicity 9793

Wrapped dresses showed up in US history as wrapped aprons first, and then morphed into dresses in the early 20th Century. The Hoover Apron became the bungalow dress, an easy-to-make and easy fitting item that was supposed to serve a woman as she made breakfast or chatted with the deliveryman at her back door. You can find wrapped dresses appearing over and over again in various forms after that.

Diane Von Furstenberg's wrap dress which hit around the knee became a fashion hit in 1974 because women had largely turned to pants in the late 1960s in order to avoid the indignities of the miniskirt and the attention it attracted. They were hungering for a novel dress for grown women--the minidress was often sold using childish looks--after several years of pants. Hers had long, fitted sleeves and was good for office work or for an evening out depending on what it was made of . Which is why this re-issued pattern in modern sizes is so interesting. It is a halter version of the wrapped dress, so clearly for play wear and evening wear, and comes in both a mini length version and an ankle length version and no version for around the knee, although obviously you can cut the hem wherever you like.

Like the dress it copies, it is made out of knit. One of the luxury knits of the era was called Quiana, a DuPont nylon invented during the 1960s that did not wrinkle and draped luxuriously. It no longer exists, so they recommend knit jersey, including tricot, and stretch velvet. Because wrapped dresses flap open, stretch velvet or a wool jersey are your best bets. Both of them stick to themselves, which means that that the annoyance of baring flesh when you are not in the mood is minimized.

You can find it at your local fabric store or here: https://simplicity.com/simplicity/s9793

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xxang3l-trapxx · 1 year

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Dahlias for Wendy

She calls herself Wendy because it’s feminine and as far enough from her deadname as possible.

The idea of Wendy as a name comes to her while she’s watching The Shining on a rainy May night when she’s eleven, and she sees Wendy Torrance beat her husband in the face with a baseball bat, and in a fucked up way; that name clicks for her. Mrs. Torrance is trapped, scared and hysterical, just like her. After Jack Torrance freezes to death in the snow, and the credits roll, she repeats the name to herself.

“Wendy, Wendy, Wendy,” she repeats. The name is foreign to her, but it feels right.

30 minutes later, Wendy creeps into her parent’s room, leaning on the doorframe. She talks to them both, talking about her new revelation about her new name.

“Please call me Wendy.”

Her parents embrace her in a hug, telling her they love her, that she’ll always be their little Wendy.

A few months later, when her parents are away for work, Wendy sneaks into their room, stealing one of her mother’s dresses. It’s pink and long, reaching her mid thigh, and lace adorns the hem and short puffed sleeves.

Wendy feels like Buffalo Bill from The Silence of The Lambs when he wears the skin of half a dozen women: horrifying, dirty, wrong.

But when she strikes a pose in the full length mirror near the doorframe, a sense of euphoria fills her. She doesn’t look that bad now that she’s actually looking at herself.

“I like it,” she says aloud, hoping Julie won’t hear her (she’s supposed to be outside playing), “Wish it wasn’t so prudish though.”

Before she can try on another dress, she hears her mother coming up the driveway and into the house. Wendy freezes, paralyzed by fear, by the thoughts of what her mother might do to her.

She’s halfway undressed when her mother walks into the room, and time seems to freeze for a minute.

The older woman gives a tired smile, leaning against the doorframe.

“Out of all dresses, why that one? It’s so…”

Wendy finishes her sentence, “Prudish? Homely?“

The two of them burst out into laughter, clutching their stomachs and falling to the floor.

Her mother helps her change out of the dress, and in no time she’s back to a white T-shirt and basketball shorts.

“I’ll buy you a new dress. Something less ‘Little House on the Prairie’,” she says as Wendy trudges down the hall to her room.

If by chance Wendy notices a silk lavender minidress draped over her chair three days later, she doesn’t say anything.

A month after that, in the dog days of August, Wendy asks to try on makeup.

She and Jason are suspended in the latter’s hammock in his backyard, sipping cherry Cokes and discussing Wendy’s transition when she brings the topic of makeup to the table.

“I want to try makeup. Maybe some eyeshadow, mascara, I dunno. Too much will make my face feel heavy,” Wendy absentmindedly says, crumpling up her can of coke and tossing it into the outside garbage can.

Jason sets his can on the table beside the hammock and leans forward, his chin in his hands.

“I think you’d look good either with lipgloss or lipstick. I think too much would make you look super made up and fake,” he states, crossing his legs. Wendy frowns.

“Well I wanna look made up and fake. I wanna look…like other girls. Like, I dunno…Brittney Spears or Christina Aguilera. I’d rather look super fake than look like…a boy.” She spits boy with such venom, Jason thinks the word is like poison to her.

He slaps his knee, and maneuvers his way out of the hammock, and trudges his way through the grass.

“Wait, where are you going?” Wendy’s voice is filled with fear, is Jason going to tell his parents? Will he laugh at her?

He turns around and smirks. “To go get some money! We’ll go to a drugstore and get some makeup to start you off,” he says, a hint of mirth in his voice.

Wendy goes to follow him inside, as Jason calls out to his mother that the two of them are going to the corner store, and she alerts him to 20 dollars in their junk drawer. The two of them shout thanks to Mrs.Wise, hop on Jason’s bike and ride off into the late afternoon sun.

40 minutes, a little waiting around and some debating later, Wendy and Jason are riding back from the drugstore, a bag of the makeup they purchased in the basket of Jason’s bike. There’s e.l.f lipgloss, Covergirl eyeshadow and Maybeline mascara in there, alongside some candy.

They hop off of Jason’s bike, Jason leads Wendy into the first floor bathroom of the Wise residence, setting the makeup onto the toilet tank lit and helping Wendy sit on the toilet.

“Alright,” he says, out of breath, “You ready do this shit?”

Wendy smiles eagerly and nods. “Uh, yeah! Go nuts I guess!”

Jason smirks and gets to work. He starts off with the eyeshadow, in a shimmery blue, and digs his thumb into the pigment, swiping it over Wendy’s eyelids. Switching to his index finger, he feathers it out to the corners of her eye.

Mascara follows after, and Wendy opens her eyes and tilts her head back as Jason swipes the mascara wand on eyelashes, going back into the tube for at least 3 coats. Occasionally he pokes her in the eye; and she has to prevent herself from crying.

Lastly, the lipgloss. Jason accidentally fucks it up and there’s lipgloss on cheek, but Wendy doesn’t care. She’s one step closer to feeling pretty, one step closer to geeking truly happy. Jason puts everything back into the bag, puts his hand over her eyes and leads her to the mirrors affixed above the sink.

“You ready to see your makeover?” he asks so earnestly and lovingly that Wendy thinks she might cry.

Wendy nods and smiles, and her friend takes this as the sign to remove his hands from her eyes. She looks into the mirror, studying her new appearance, and deduces that she looks…horrible.

The eyeshadow reaches just below her eyebrows, one of her eyeballs black with mascara and her lashes look like spiders with how clumpy they are, and her lips don’t even have gloss on them.

Not wanting to be dishonest, Wendy voices her thoughts to Jason.

“I look like shit, I’m sorry. Honest to g_d, I look like a clown,” she states, turning to Jason.

He playfully shoves her and grins. “Oh fuck you! You had me spend my money, and you don’t even like the look? Rude,” he isn’t mad at all, instead bursting out into laughter. Wendy follows soon after.

As they clutch their stomachs, holding onto each other so they don’t fall, Wendy feels a sense of ease fill her. Sure, she may look stupid, but looking stupid and fake and plastic eases the pain of not looking like who she wants.

She feels pretty, happy, calm.

She feels like Wendy Christensen, a girl.

@thearcher-winchester-version @brains4ne @roryslvrr @cinemagh0ul @kymyit @seikointelli @ilovefinaldestination @taytumelise

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Primed For Sin- Ch.1/?…(18+ One Shot)

Summary: Sex Demon!Reader, Werewolf!Roman, Werewolf!Baron & Vampire!Drew decide to have some fun..

Tags: 18+, rough sex, bondage, hair-pulling, name-calling, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degradation.

Total Word Count: 2,326

Walking into Sasha’s house, I adjusted the hem of my white minidress that I had paired with some crimson red Louboutins and a clutch purse to match.

I looked hot and I knew it.

I didn’t need every eye in the house to turn toward me in appreciation, but I welcomed the attention any way.

I wasn’t much of a partier despite the reputation that being a sex demon gave me.

Not all of it was true.

But considering it had been ages since I had released some excess..energy, I figured this party that Sasha decided to throw on a whim was the perfect opportunity to take my pick..

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A little while later of making pleasant conversation and pretending that I didn’t just come to this party for some -at least decent- cock, I quickly began to lose my will to keep up pretenses.

‘’….Can we use your playroom?’’ I asked Sasha, taking a small sip from my glass as she side-eyed me and smirked.

‘Who’s ’we’, babe?’’ She asked, running her tongue along her pearly white teeth as the smile on her face grew.

I hummed in consideration before answering her.

‘’Well. If everything goes as planned..I’m gettin some werewolf cock tonight!’’ I replied crudely and cackled.

‘’..But I’m in the mood for some vamp cock toooo!’’ I whined while the petite woman laughed as well.

‘’Don’t laugh at me! It’s been a while..’’ I grumbled, scrunching up my features in slight disgust as I thought about how long it had been since I had some fun.

‘’It’s been like three weeks, sis.’’ Sasha said, still laughing so hard she dabbed at the corners of her eyes making sure her makeup was still intact.

‘’Dude, I’m a sex demon. Three weeks is like…3 centuries for us. My body needs to make up for lost time. I’m losin’ my fuckin mind here..’ I replied a little dramatically.

‘’..Ok, true..’’ Sasha conceded, nodding her head slowly.

‘’Well, it’s all yours for tonight. I wasn’t planning on playing with anyone anyway.’’ She waved me off, looking around the house with me and at all the guests who were dancing and talking amongst one another.

‘’Who’s arrived out of your guest list?’’ I asked, scanning the guests for a possible conquest and already finding, well, several possibilities.

It really had been too long.

As Sasha gave me the rundown of the arrivals, the cogs in my brain began turning and my eyes scanned for the three people that caught my attention the most as soon as Sasha mentioned their names.

‘’Reigns, Corbin and McIntyre ..interesting..’’ I murmured with a wicked glint in my eye.

I was practically purring at the prospect of having the three of them all to myself.

Sasha nodded quickly as she finished off her drink.

‘’Are you gonna shoot your shot?’’ She asked, watching in amusement as I downed my drink and made my way through the throng of guests.

But not before whispering a quiet ‘thank you’ in her ear and kissing her cheek instead of answering her question.

The determined look in my eye told her all she needed to know.

I didn’t even bother to ask her if my makeup was still intact either.

I knew I looked like a wet dream.

And with that thought in mind, I made a beeline for Baron who looked incredibly attractive in a short sleeved dark green silk shirt and black slacks that hugged him in all the right places.

The sight of him and the inked skin of his chest peeking out through his slightly unbuttoned shirt made my panties dampen almost immediately.

And he knew it.

If the way his eyes flashed and his nostrils flared as soon as I was within his range were any indication.

‘’ Hey,’’ I greeted him with a smile on my blood red lips.

‘’It’s good to see you.’’

‘‘Yeah, good to see you too. You look beautiful.’’ Baron replied, smiling back at me as his eyes took me in appreciatively.

He brushed his hand lightly over his chin before asking me if I wanted to get a drink.

‘’Thank you. But uh.. I think we both know I didn’t come over here for a drink, baby..’’ I purred, looking up at the tall werewolf through my lashes.

The smirk that he gave me just about made me wanna drop down to my knees right in front of the partygoers but, I quickly gathered myself and watched him release a low chuckle.

‘’Gettin’ straight to it, huh?’’ He murmured to me.

His eyes darted between my eyes and my lips hungrily.

‘’That’s how I usually do things, yeah.’’ I replied, licking my lips slowly in anticipation for what was to come.

My entire body hummed as I thought of all the things we could get up to that night.

‘’Where’re we..?’’ Baron asked, moving his hands around vaguely as he looked around the house for any idea as to where the two of us could run off to, before his eyes rested on mine once again.

‘’Oh, Banks has got a play room. She said I could use it for the night.’’ I said before remembering something.

‘’Which reminds me- I didn’t ask her for the key. I’ll be back.’’ I said to Baron, giving him a wink that he returned with a nod.

‘’I’ll be here,’’ he assured me, walking back to the bar and leaning against it while I went to find Sasha again to ask her for the key.

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After quickly finding Sasha and getting the key from her, I made my way back to Baron and handed him the key, giving him dimpled smile.

‘’Here…actually, before we do anything. I wanna run something by you real quick,’’ I said casually, before my eyes momentarily flashed bright red and I used my powers to flood Baron’s mind with images of the night I had planned for him, Drew, Roman and myself.

The second his eyes flashed a golden yellow, I knew he was on board, and the notion made me clench my thighs reflexively.

‘’You good with sharing me, then?’’ I purred seductively, smirking triumphantly as he gave me a nod.

‘’I think it could be fun, yeah. I’m down.’’ He said, swiping the tip of his tongue quickly over his lips.

Clearly he wasn’t completely unaffected by what I so shamelessly showed him was crawling around in the recesses of my mind.

‘’Good! Meet me up there, then. It’s upstairs, last door to your right. You can’t miss it.’’

And with that, I patted his stomach lightly and sent him on his way while I went on the mission to find Drew and Roman.

‘’One down..’’ I muttered to myself, smiling brightly at Drew as soon as I spotted him wearing a dark blue shirt that looked like it was practically painted on his body.

‘’Hey, D! How are you?’’ I asked, looking up at the Scotsman and nearly swooning as he flashed his dimples at me before kissing my cheek in greeting.

‘’Hello, love. How’s it going? I didn’t even see you arrive. Full house tonight.’’ He said, looking around at the throng of bodies gathered in the living room.

‘’Yeah it’s packed in here..do you wanna go somewhere el- Roman! Hii! How are you?’’ I asked the Samoan as he came into view through the sea of people.

I kept a hand around Drew’s bicep as Roman came over to me and greeted me.

‘’Hey, there’s the princess of the locker room!’’ Roman teased, laughing as I waved him off.

As sexy as he looked in a skin tight black shirt, jeans and a gold chain hanging around his neck with his hair slicked back into a bun, I couldn’t wait to see him out of it.

‘’Ahh, my boys! You guys havin’ fun?!’’ I asked them excitedly, snaking my arms around their waists on either side of me.

‘’I am,’’ Roman nodded before his brown eyes turned a lighter golden shade that almost rivaled the brilliant color of the chain around his neck.

But the next words he whispered huskily to me gave me a shock, even though I didn’t show it.

‘’But I think we could have more fun by ourselves..’’ Roman clearly could tell I was primed and ready to go, just as Baron had.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page, Papi. I already have a room for us,” I whispered back.

“Yeah?” He murmured with a devilish smirk lighting up his handsome features.

“Am I invited too?” I heard Drew ask as he moved to stand behind me.

I practically mewled as Drew placed light kisses along my neck.

I felt the delicious burn of his beard against my skin right down to my toes and I slowly leaned my head back to give him more access.

The second my hand touched the back of Drew’s head to bring him closer, I placed my other hand on Roman’s broad chest as soon as he came close enough again.

I let my hands roam over them both as I began working my magic on them just as I had with Baron.

And as I watched Roman’s eyes widen and heard Drew whisper out a curse, I flashed Roman a smile of my own.

‘’Of course you’re invited, baby..’’ I purred to Drew.

‘’Still up for it?’’ I asked Roman, narrowly stopping a delighted squeal from spilling out of my mouth as he nodded approvingly.

‘’Good.’’ I replied, slowly pulling away from Drew.

My cheeks and entire body felt warm to the touch and we hadn’t even really begun.

My nipples stood at attention, peeking through the tight, white fabric of my dress, and I let out a soft moan as Roman’s large hand came to rest on the back of my neck possessively.

My eyes nearly fluttered shut in pleasure over that simple action and I heard him chuckle at my almost instant reaction.

‘’Alright, let’s go. You got no shame, uh?’’ Roman hissed in my ear as we quickly walked toward our reserved bedroom upstairs.

‘’Already actin’ like a fuckin whore in front of all these people..’’ he continued to taunt.

His words and how easily they both slipped into the roles I wanted and needed them to, had me soaking wet.

God, it was a wonder my juices weren’t already trailing filthily down my bare thighs.

‘’She’d probably let them watch,’’ Drew smirked.

Roman pushed me down onto the bed with little to no regard and I grunted as my body hit the large mattress that was decorated in red sheets.

Now that I let my eyes flit across the entire room, I absentmindedly realized the entire room was red with black sprinkled in here and there.

I didn’t have enough time to process it all before Baron spoke up this time.

‘‘Finally. I thought you bailed,‘’ he said to me as I rearranged myself onto my back on the large bed.

But Roman didn’t give me a chance to answer.

Instead, he looked at Baron with a calculating look in his eyes.

‘’Did she show you?’’ He asked Baron, to which the other werewolf nodded.

‘’Yeah, she showed me.’’ Baron replied, winking at me from where I laid on the bed.

I was panting like a bitch in heat as I looked at the three gorgeous and gargantuan men towering over me, ready to absolutely wreck me.

‘’Good- did we tell you to lie on your back?’’ Roman suddenly growled, turning his attention back to me.

For a moment, my brain stuttered and I just blinked at him.

But then I quickly scrambled to turn back over onto my stomach.

Once on my stomach, I didn’t move.

If either of them wanted me a certain way, they’d move me themselves.

And I wouldn’t complain or object.

When I turned my cheek and rested it on the bed, I saw Baron sifting through a compartment in the room.

My stomach fluttered in anticipation as he pulled a single black silk tie and showed it to Roman with his brows raised.

I’m guessing Roman agreed with whatever Baron telepathically said to him-they were a part of a pack, Roman being the leader- because I watched Baron hand the tie to Roman without a single word.

‘’Are you ready?’’ Drew asked me, and when I turned my cheek to look at him, I gasped sharply as he pressed my cheek to the bed with his large, halting my movements.

‘’I don’t need you to look at me unless I tell you to. Just answer the question,’’ he hissed into my ear, pressing my face onto the sheets for emphasis.

‘’Y-yes,’’ I answered meekly.

‘’Yes what?’’ Drew asked with exasperation in his tone, finally moving his hand off my face.

‘’Yes, I’m ready,’’ I amended.

‘’We’’ll see about that,’’ Roman chuckled darkly.

Through the corner of my eye I could see Roman lightly messing with the tie in his hand that Baron had handed to him and a thrum of excitement shot through me as I thought of what he wanted to use it for.

‘’I’m only gonna say this once, so pay attention- eyes on me when I’m talkin to you,’’ He ordered.

‘’If you need us to stop, you say ‘red’. If for one reason or another, you can’t speak, snap your fingers 3 times and we’ll stop. I won’t tie ya up too tight. Those are the only outs you’re getting. Otherwise, you’re ours to do whatever the fuck we want. Understood?’’ Roman asked me, coming to stand beside me so he could speak to me.

‘’Understood,’’ I said, obediently looking him in the eye from my spot on the bed.

And then, my hands were skillfully tied behind my back, not giving me much room to move even if I wanted to..

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