#undershirt tf

[matsmi13]

Devoted to his club forever

I have always been a big fan of the Paris Saint Germain football club. So, when I won a contest for an exclusive behind-the-scenes tour of the Parc des Princes stadium, I was over the moon. A whole day to explore the secret nooks and crannies, meet the players, and maybe even get a first-hand look at the world of professional soccer.

The visit began in the classic way. I discover the dressing rooms, the press room, the benches where so many legends have sat. It's all fascinating, but it's at the end of the tour that things get really interesting.

“For the more passionate like you, we've prepared a never-before-seen immersive experience where you have the opportunity to “live in the skin of a player”. Would you like to try this experience ?” announced the guide with an enigmatic smile.

I accepted immediately, all excited. I thought it was a kind of virtual reality simulation, an interactive experience where I could feel what it's like to play for PSG.

I had no idea what was going on when I was taken to another part of the stadium, an area normally off-limits to the public.

Once inside an ultra-modern room, I was taken aback by the atmosphere. The room is filled with high-tech equipment, complex machinery, and scientists in white coats bustling around various devices.

“Before we start this experiment, we need you to sign a few waivers. It's standard procedure to make sure everything goes smoothly” said the guide. He handed me a stack of documents to sign. The sheets were dense, full of legal and scientific jargon I didn't really understand. But my excitement won out. I told myself it was probably just a formality.

I signed without hesitation, then was ushered into a small booth off to one side.

“ Please enter this cabin. We need you to undress and leave all your belongings here, including any digital devices”. I obeyed, thinking it was to put on some special equipment, maybe even real PSG match gear. But once undressed, one of the scientists took all my stuff and closed the cabin door behind you.

The cabin I was in was simple, with white walls and soft lights. I was starting to feel slightly nervous, but I pushed those thoughts aside. After all, I was here for a unique experience.

But something wasn't right. The cabin began to emit a dull hum, and the walls around you lit up in a strange way. Suddenly, a breath of fresh air escaped, followed by a strange tingling sensation on your skin. The buzzing intensified, and waves passed through your body, leaving you with a sensation of warmth, first slight, then increasingly intense.

I felt strange, as if my body were reacting to something invisible. My skin began to stretch, my limbs lengthened inexplicably. I wanted to move, but I felt frozen in place, unable to control my movements.

My heart was beating faster, but it seemed to be beating outside me, as if my body had become a mere shell. Sensations multiplied as I gradually lost the perception of myself as a human being. My muscles contracted, then relaxed, slowly breaking down, fiber by fiber.

My mind was in total confusion. I didn't understand what was happening to me, but I felt that something irreversible was happening. My thoughts scattered, your identity slowly faded away as your body was transformed into malleable matter.

Once the dissolution was complete, my remaining residues were transformed into fibers. I was stretched, twisted and reassembled into a continuous thread. During this process, I gradually lost my human consciousness, turning into a textile material. I became a material, a textile substance ready to be used and shaped for a new creation.

Once the thread was formed, the machine stopped and the cabin opened. The scientists reappeared, exchanging satisfied glances.

“Let's see the final result” says one of them. He runs his fingers along the wire I've become, while another scientist checks data on a screen. “The transformation is very conclusive. The texture is homogeneous, and the molecular structure is stable. The yarn is very strong, yet light. This is exactly what we needed for the rest of the process”. “We finally have the perfect organic material to make what sir has been waiting for. After several attempts, this person was the right one. And to think that this young supporter didn't even take the time to read the documents he signed. His blind enthusiasm and unthinking devotion have led him to a unique destiny: to become a piece of clothing for his club forever. Send the wire to the factory for assembly. We have to meet the deadline”

I was wound into spools, taken away and transported to a new destination.

I was shipped to a specialized textile mill, woven into a solid, uniform navy-blue fabric, cut into pieces according to a precise pattern and assembled to create the undershirt. The sewing process finalized my transformation into a ready-to-wear garment.

I was carefully packed and sent straight to the Parc des Princes stadium. I arrived in the dressing room, where the kitman in charge of the players' equipment unpacked me and placed me carefully folded in Kylian Mbappe's locker.

The locker room was quiet as we waited for the players to arrive. Not a sound. It took forever. Then the players arrived, including Kylian Mbappe. I felt his hand close over me and inspect me for a moment, his fingers gliding over your surface, before slipping me under his main jersey.

“Hmm, this feels really different” Kylian murmurs as he adjusts the sleeves, testing the sensation against his skin. “It's light, but it's like it's breathing with me” He makes a few movements to check my flexibility. “Not bad at all. It's exactly what I needed. The fabric is soft, but it has this... sturdy feel. I feel like I'm going to be able to move freely without it bothering me”. Kylian continues to test me, raising his arms, bending down, jumping slightly on the spot. “It keeps me dry. Even here, in the changing room, I can feel it regulating the temperature. I don't get that clammy feeling you sometimes get with other undershirts”.

On the pitch, the sensations run wild. Every time Kylian sprints, makes a technical move or changes direction, I'm subjected to compression and stretching forces. The constant pressure and friction are new sensations for me. Every impact has to be absorbed in such a way as to minimize disruption to Kylian.

My fabric, designed to wick away moisture, is in constant interaction with Kylian's sweat. This persistent absorption seems crucial to maintaining his comfort and performance. As an undershirt, my fabric body have to effectively manage this moisture, distributing it throughout my fabric to avoid accumulation that could cause discomfort.

As an undershirt, I have to provide constant support. The cut and seams are made to fit Kylian's body perfectly, offering both support and comfort. Every seam, every insertion must be impeccable to avoid chafing or distortion that could affect his game.

The match is over. Every fibre of my being is saturated with sweat, soaked in Kylian's warmth. I've been worn, I've been useful, I've been... his.

But the happiness was short-lived. In one swift movement, Kylian pulls me off and throws me in his locker, like a worthless object. The air is now freezing. I lay there in the corner of his locker, motionless and useless.

Time passes... or maybe not... because the notion of time is escaping me more and more.

Finally, a hand grabs me. It's that of the person in charge of the equipment. I'm handled and tossed into a dirty clothes bag. I find myself among other clothes, all soaked with sweat, all marked by the effort of the person wearing them. We're crammed together, pressed against each other.

The bag starts moving, carrying me towards the launderette. Each jolt reminds me of my new reality. I'm just another garment to be cleaned, stripped of all traces of life and human warmth.

I'm thrown into a machine without the slightest consideration. The cold water overwhelms me and cleanses me. Every fibre of my body is abused, turned inside out, wrung out. Kylian's sweat is washed away, his musk erased... and with them, that little feeling of belonging disappears. I have become a simple piece of cloth, washed and disinfected, with no soul, no memory.

The spinning compresses me, crushes me. I'm emptied, compressed, reduced to a state of pure fabric, without warmth, without life. Drying... the hot air passes through me, making me lighter, but also emptying me of any trace of what I once was. I'm nothing more than an undershirt, clean, dry... and empty.

Finally, I'm taken out of the machine. I'm folded, put away and placed in a dark closet with the other undershirts. I'm no longer struggling. I'm in the dark, motionless... but this immobility, this waiting, is no longer important. Waiting... that's all clothes do.

The closet is silent. I am among the other clothes, perfectly folded. Time no longer has any meaning for me.

Where am I ? Who am I ? What is my real nature ? I'm... what ? An undershirt ? Yes, an undershirt. But… where do I come from ? What have I become ? The questions float unanswered, in the void. Here in the dark, all I know... is wait. Wait…why ? Why wait ? My role... is... to be a piece of clothing.

My only thoughts are of serving, of being worm. I want the sweat. I need the musk... need to comfort and support my owner. I no longer have conscious thoughts, desires or dreams. My humanity is gone, replaced by the pure essence of a piece of clothing. I no longer feel the emotions and thoughts of a human being.

I am an undershirt, a simple fabric, entirely devoted to serving my master, Kylian Mbappé. When the time comes, when he wear me again, I will be ready. But until that day, I remain here, still, accepting my destiny as clothing.

Thanks to @inanimatetffantasies for his support and advice in writing this story

[anon-sect]

Note: every article of clothing is a former human.

Parker was hanging out with his friend Thomas at his house. Thomas and Parker had been best friends since their elementary years. The only time they weren't near each other was during their college years, but they always kept in touch with each other.

While at his best friend's place, Parker had noticed that there were several identifications on his bed. There were at least ten of them, all different persons. He was a little curious as to why Thomas had them. He only stumbled on them because he had to pass his bedroom to go to the bathroom.

After returning back to the den, Parker wanted to ask about all those identifications on his bed. It was just unusual. "I saw all those id's, I was wondering why you had them?" He asked Thomas.

Thomas was cleaning out his drawer and forgot to put them back up before Parker came over. He thought, should he tell a lie or tell the truth. But seeing how his dark secret was discovered, there was no way to fully hide it, even if he told a lie. Parker will have to learn the truth and also the danger of knowing the truth.

"Those are people who lost their humanity to me in one way or another." Thomas paused to wager Parker feelings on what he said. "Some were willing while others were reluctant to be my object. They all belong to me regardless and for the rest of their lives." He added. He knew Parker would have some questions after hearing that.

Parker was both confused and shocked at the same time. How could a person become an object, he pondered. And how could Thomas turn people into objects. "You are joking, right?" He asked, hoping his friend was joking. He saw Thomas shake his head. "How?" Was all he could think of to say next.

"I developed the ability to turn people into objects from a spell book I had bought online ten years ago. So, the first few victims were quite unwilling, but I saw it really worked." Thomas paused, feeling proud of himself. "Now I just randomly do it based on a whelp. Take, for example, my sweater top, undershirt, underwear, and sweat pants I am currently wearing are all former humans. They are quite comfortable and durable. Human material can last for a very long time, I have to say." He smiled, thinking about his human transformed clothes.

Parker didn't know whether to believe his friend or not. "Are they dead?" He asked back, being curious.

"Nope, still alive. In fact, all their senses are magnified by a factor of 1000. They taste all my sweat in a unique way. They smell they get is so strong for them. Honestly, it sucks for them, but I don't really care. I like having durable clothes." Thomas boasted about his objects.

Parker was still thinking he was lying about this whole thing. "Prove it, transform one of them back to human." He requested.

"Unfortunately, I am having found a reversal spell to learn that ability. I only know how to transform people into objects for now." Thomas responded and was, in fact, telling the full truth on that. He hasn't yet found the reversal spell. So anyone he turns into an object is permanent transformation for now.

Parker wasn't buying it. He would try his best friend one more time, but this time putting himself as the willing test subject. "Turn me into an object for your use then." He requested.

Thomas couldn't believe it, especially after hearing there was no way to reverse the change. "I really don't think you want me to do that. I won't be able to reverse what I do to you. You will be just like the current clothes I am wearing." He tried to persuade him from that course of action.

"Now I know you are lying because you really can't do it. So, how did you get all those identifications?" Parker questioned him.

Thomas was telling the truth. If his best friend wanted proof, he would give him the proof. But he knew Parker would regret asking for it afterward. "If you want proof, I will transform you into my socks. Beware, this will be permanent. You would be serving my feet for the rest of your life. And I tend to keep my property forever." He reluctantly agreed to do it.

"This I would like to see." Parker spoke, still skeptical about the whole thing.

Thomas looked directly at Parker. He focused his power and spoke, "nice comfortable black socks." He then waited for the magic to do its thing.

Parker was about to laugh when he noticed his mouth was sealed shut suddenly. His skin started to change black and become like cotton material. He was shrinking by the evidence that Thomas was getting larger. He tried to scream for help, but all that he could make was mumbling. Thomas was telling the truth after all. He didn't want to be stuck as socks forever.

Thomas was about to pity his best friend, but then the guy asked for this. If he had left it alone, he would not be turning into his permanent pair of socks right now. "I can't reverse it, dude. But I can't wait to try you on, though. I am sure you will be a comfortable pair of socks." He sort of laughed at the situation.

Parker was so confused how his best friend for years could find this humorous as he now saw his whole body was a ball of black cotton material. He reformed and spilt in two. He finally was a pair of black socks. He truly regretted forcing the issue.

Thomas picked up the socks that were his former best friend since elementary years. They felt good. He put them on his feet and loved the comfort of his new socks. "By the way, I treat my former humans as just objects now. So I won't be chatting with you after this moment. You are just socks now. But you are really comfortable. I think I should go to the gym to get you broken into your new life of keeping my feet comfortable. So I guess this is bye to your humanity and hello to just being nothing but socks." He spoke for the last time to his former best friend Parker. He got up and went to put on his favorite gym shoes. He sniffed them briefly. The thought of being trapped in their with 1000% senses upgrade was horrible to think about, but it would be Parker's prison for the next two hours.

Parker mentally was begging for death. First, being wrapped around his best friend's feet was horrible. His feet already had an odor to them. But to be trapped in such foul stench added more misery to his new situation. He then remembered that Thomas was about to go to the gym. He hated that he pressed the issue even more now. But this was his new life, a life that his best friend's feet would be torturing him without end.

[tkbrokkoli]

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[kaluxsims]

It took me a moment to figure out what to call this top. It's the shirts from my 4t2 conversion of @pixelunivairse's Samantha outfit as a top, without the shorts. But that outfit is an edit of EP15LayerJeans (which I think PlatAsp converted), and I converted a bunch of recolors for it by Standardheld/LadyFu. I wound up calling it SamanthaTop, but it could have been EP15LayerTop or something. I plan on doing a version with a longer undershirt eventually, but for now it's a crop.

It's TF-AF, Everyday only, standard morphs. Like most of my long tops, I didn't want to bulk it up too much, so it will clip with baggier bottoms.

The trouble I run into every time I convert Standardheld textures is there are just so many. I narrowed it way down, from 137 to 88. That's still a lot, I know. They're numbered, but this time I ditched Standardheld's numbering and they're just 1 to 44 for both the Country and Solid textures, same order as in the swatches. There are also the same 15 textures as my Pixelunivairse conversion, for a grand total of...oops...103.

Pixelunivairse + my recolors:

Standardheld solid:

Standardheld country:

Download:

REPO: SFS or MediaFire

Standalone: SFS or MediaFire

Credits: @pixelunivairse for TS4 mesh and textures, Standardheld/Ladyfu for TS4 textures

This somehow posted itself early, so...here it is, I guess. I'll reblog it later too.

[kestrelteens]

It's been a long time since I've wanted to come up with a clothing set for kiddos, the one that is going to match the stuff I convert for adults... And I finally did it!

So, since this set is really simple, some tees + classic jeans, etc, I didn't feel the need to convert these items since some very good examples already existed: so basically it's a re-texture set! 🐛

The list of all the items, swatches, polys is under the cut!

What you need to keep in mind is that the baseball cap and beanie textures are repositoried to AF so you require those! And that they won't really work with every single hairstyle, but I did my best to adjust them. 🦝

Everything's compressed, tool-tipped and organized into folders. Enjoy! ♥

download (sfs) // alt download (mediafire)

What you'll get:

a skirt with rain boots for CF (the skirt mesh I used is base game, the texture is by @adrienpastel-blog here and the boots are the fern wellies by @sforzcc); 6 swatches, some wellies textures are muddy, some are clean; the skirt is 422 polys, the boots are 1,468 polys.

t-shirt v1 for CU (the t-shirt mesh is from here, the textures are by @sforzcc here); 17 swatches, sorry, but all of them were just too good x) 1,288 polys.

t-shirt v2 with Mariner undershirt for CU (both textures are by @sforzcc here and here); 4 swatches, same number of polys as the above.

classic jeans for CU with the slasher sneakers (the jeans mesh is from here, the sneakers and the textures are by @sforzcc from here and here); 9 swatches, jeans 1,002 polys; sneakers 1,804 polys.

corduroy shorts for CU also with the slasher sneakers (the mesh is from here and the shorts textures are from here by @sforzcc); 5 swatches, shorts + socks 1,086 polys; the sneakers 1,804 polys.

grunge revival add-ons plaid shorts for CU with the skater sneakers (mesh here, txtrs also by @sforzcc from here and the sneakers are from here); 4 swatches, shorts + socks 1,086 polys; skater sneakers 802 polys.

dusty baseball cap for AF-TF-CF (by @sforzcc here); 7 swatches, 758 polys. Both as jewellery (left bracelet) or accessory.

tink beanie for AF-TF-CF (by @sforzcc here); 13 swatches, 488 polys. Both as jewellery (left bracelet) or accessory.

Whew! 🐸 Hopefully all this information wasn't too painful to read. 😭 Forever grateful to the original creators who did the converting ♥

[gabbysgoobers]

Arc 3 designs but you gotta hear me out 😭🙏🏾

I wanna start with Ezran because he’ll be 19 after the timeskip and I truly believe he’ll be tall and skinny goddammit!!

Design Thread ⬇️

Okay first, I feel in my bones Ezran should grow up to be tall and lanky. No fat, no muscle, just tall. Even taller than Callum cuz that image is funny to me🙂‍↕️. I thought about what might change his look by the time he’s 19 and the first thing that came to my mind was his hair.

King Harrow's hair worked really well for him and he wore it like that for Ezran’s whole life. I can see Ezran looking at a portrait of his father and wondering what it’d be like to look a little more like him. But also, Ezran is his own king, not his father. So, as opposed to locs, I thought twists would be a fun way to style his hair. I considered giving him braids like the orphan queen but I wanted to keep that up-do silhouette and twists were a great way of doing that.

For his accessories and his outfit, I kept it mostly the same, just shifted it around a bit. I also wanted to keep it very silver. I made his hair beads silver, just like his crown, and the threading on his clothing. His dad was very gold coded so I thought Ezran could be the silver to his father’s gold.

Also I gave him green eyes cuz why tf are his eyes blue when his moms are brown and his dads are green.🤨

2. Imma get Callum out of the way cuz I see no significant change in outfit happening 😭

I kept his outfit the same, I already really liked the blue with hints of red, I just changed where they were located. I also think it’d be cute if Rayla braided little braids into his hair for fun and he just leaves them there.

And since Callum visually bulked out a little bit in arc two so I can see him being like, kind of weirdly muscular. He doesn’t work out. Ever. But I think it’s funny to think that it’s just in his genes. Like being tall and skinny is in Ezran’s lmaooo.

3. Aanya next cuz I had a lot of fun with her.

First I want to talk about her overall silhouette. She's very skinny, even in Arc 2, and I expect she’ll stay that way. Although I see her being very toned and fit, but still skinny. Her outfit though I see being very padded and bulking her out. Making her look bigger than she is and making her look like she’s always battle ready. Her sleeves are big and round and her chest thoroughly padded, making it look like it’s always puffed out. Oh and also she needs to be tall. Not sure why but I can’t imagine a world where she’d be shorter than Ezran.

Her outfit in Arc 2 is already heavily decorated with designs and armour. I didn't put that level of detail here lol cuz I didn’t feel like it but I can see her wearing extravagant outfits, especially the headdress. Here, I took details from her mothers headdress. I also took the design on both her moms clothing and put it on her torso. On Queen Neha it’s right side up and on Annika it’s upside down so I thought it’d be cool to turn it to the side on Aanya, like she’s in the middle between her mothers.

I also noticed the lack of blue on her outfits so I gave her a hint of blue eyeshadow, though I’d never see her fully decked out in makeup like her parents, and hints of blue on her waist and in the ribbons of her hair.

I also puffed out her hair to be more like her moms. I noticed her hair is always slicked back.

4. Last and probably my favorite, Rayla.

I wanted to think about how her look would change realistically. Since she’s said she’s a dragon guard, I think she’d really commit to that over the next few years. Her outfit would change to a lighter blue but I also want to keep her outfit very minimal and aerodynamic like Runaans. Her parents' outfits are very bulky.

I gave her a simple vest and undershirt that drapes down to her legs. I also felt the blue on her parents' outfits were too bright but I knew she couldn’t go back to the assassin's green so I gave her a color a little in the middle. The dark blue she wears in Arc 2 is reminiscent of common outerwear of elves in silvergrove, like Ethari. I loved that outfit but she just didn’t look like a dragon guard. I made her fit teal and also gave her arm sleeves like Ethari’s. I also gave her grey baggy pants which I also noticed are common wear in Silvergrove.

The tattoos on her arms are based off of Runaan's tattoos. Her face tats looks the most like her mothers but I changed them slightly so they’d be unique to her.

And for her hair, it also looks like her mom but I gave her short hair because it felt like a refreshing change. I also like how Ethari’s hair is sort of longer in the back and I tried to give that to Rayla. I think she looks really good!

That’s all but I’m really satisfied with them! And I’d love feedback so if anyone has any suggestions I’m open to editing the designs! (:

[deedee-sims]

@lucilla-sims 4t2 SP49 Apron Dress Edit

Another undershirt removal ✂👕! For adults and teens, they have the appropriate morphs. They come in the original 12 colors (swatch is stolen), and you can choose if you want the TF files repo'd to the AF files, or not. Shoes on the fullbody version are those Eaxis / Yuxi sneakers :)

Download SP49 Apron Dress Edit Repo'd - Alternate

Download SP49 Apron Dress Edit Standalone - Alternate

Download SP49 Apron Dress Edit Top-Only Repo'd - Alternate

Download SP49 Apron Dress Edit Top-Only Standalone - Alternate

[coachs-kit-bag]

Hello. I should probably address you as a Coach. The fact is that the courier just delivered me gift box with some kind of sports uniform inside. The name of your blog was on the box. What does it all mean? To be honest, I want to open this box more and more every minute and put it on, no matter what's in there… what should I do?

How interesting - perhaps someone read the starter park and thought of you. I must admit, being delivered a full bag of sports kit has always been a personal desire of mine.

You are a very lucky recipient, indeed!

Taking the box from the courier, you notice the logo brandished across the box - and the bag inside. The promotional flyer included within the assortment of items confirmed that the ‘Gymboy Starter Pack’ was a complimentary package for a gym that you had no memory of signing up to… despite them having your address.

“How did I forget that I gave all of this information away...?” you muttered under your breath as the pamphlet included your name, previous gym experience, aspirations and even your body measurements written down in great detail. The guide even included a timetable of classes, tailored to your work schedule and aspirations. As you felt the fabric of the gear in your hands, you caught yourself thinking that there really was no excuse not to try it on and go…

Even though you were dubious about how accurate the sizing would be as you felt the tight spandex hug your body you realised that the gear would stretch to fit better than you thought. The undershirt stretched across your back and then framed your chest like you’d never quite noticed. You pulled on the tights over your calves and felt the resistance as the waistband struggled against your large thighs - or was it your glutes? Last, you threw on the looser hoodie over the top, branded as a new inductee.

You checked the pamphlet once more - the next high-intensity induction class starts in 1 hour.. no time like the present!

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[polaesims]

TS4 Grunge Revival Sleeve Netted

☆ Original by EA ☆ Polycount: ~3.5k ☆ For adult, young adult and teen females ☆ 10 presets, 1 recolorable, 9 non-recolorable ☆ 3 recolorable channels

Notes!!

→ Sooo... I effed up with mesh and accidentally deleted lower part of the undershirt thats supposed to stick out... I noticed when I would have to redo it, so I hope it's not okay for you guys.. SORRY!! → May clip around the collar with certain poses

AF: ☆ Download Free ☆

TF: ☆ Download Free ☆

@pis3update @xto3conversionsfinds @matchsim

[profesionalpartyguest]

~The Horrorcore Collection~

so pinterest decided to shove "y2k horror video game protagonist outfits" down my throat and i decided that it's time we had fashion like this for ts2! we have looks recreated/based on: Fatal frame II & III, Silent Hill II & III, X (2019) & Rule of Rose! full list & credits down below:

BIG FAT DOWNLOAD LINK HERE!

ok so items: Maxxine Overalls - on @vulrien-sims's 4t2 clumsyalienn overalls mesh. texture is original with a jean pattern on top, comes in version with both an undershirt and no undershirt. AF only Heather Mason Outfit - originally converted from silent hill 2 by @spacehatter, converted to tf & remapped by me aka a NEW MESH! 10 swatches, 5 with sleeves and stockings as outerwear & 5 without. Shychan & Mousychan outfit - originally from starfruit98, i cleaned up the texture, added stockings & shoes from xandher, painted out the bow + edited the undershirt on the mousy one. 8 recolors each, on a maxis mesh. Kind-chan outfit - New mesh! maxis nightie mesh with @deedee-sims's seperated trapping loafers. TF only, morphs. 4 swatches, base texture is from birba32. Gorror Outfit - comes as seperates, lacy shirt seperated from an ulker outfit, on a maxis mesh & a denim retexture of windkeeper's ruffle skirt. both are tf only. Tormented Femme Outfit - a retexture of vulrien's sims 4t2 Rusty slacks (5 swatches) & an edit of babyaisha Rei top (added a back so it's not backless, cleaned up + made 8 recolors). Maria Outfit - a retexture of @e-neillan's 4t2 conversion of belaloallure's dionne skirt + a seperated Iffka top on @platinumaspiration's frilled turtleneck mesh. both are AF only, 6 swatches for both. all meshes are included! enjoy :) additional texture credits to twinksimstress, lemonlion, @yandereplumsim & fanseelamb

[nosferatusim]

6 recolors of @pforestsims' Collar Jacket Top. For adult sims only, set for everyday wear. Credits and download link are under the cut.

While I recolored the jackets myself, I paired them with tops made by different creators, including EA.

CREDITS:

Purple jacket: Uses a black recolor I made of the BG Halter Top;

Dark Brown jacket: The original top is this one by aquilegia, and I remember I removed the undershirt myself, but I'm not sure if I'm the one who added the skull print. I thought I'd seen this top years ago, with the skull on it, but I couldn't find it again to credit the (supposed) creator (if it's not me).

Black jacket: Uses the texture of this t-shirt by @serabiet;

Red jacket: Uses this cropped top by @linasims2;

Blue and Brown jackets: Both use textures of HalterEP8, a TF top from ApartmentLife.

DOWNLOAD: SFS

EDIT (June 12, 2012): @deedee-sims converted this top for TF, which you can find here.

[simstationdance]

HAPPY BIRTHIVERSARY part 2 - Crop Tops & Punk Skirts

FUN FACT: The Sims 2 (2004) was released 3 days before the date upon which I was released from my mother's womb, therefore making me younger than The Sims 2 by 3 days as of September 14th 2024, but objectively older by 6 years as of September 17th 2024. As of this post, it is now my birthday. I can feel the hands of time slowly pulling me into the earth. Let's celebrate!

Today's Very Special Birthiversary post includes a set of stylish, vaguely Scene-inspired clothes for ladies: 24 recolors of the Urban Primitive skirt, separated from the Maxis outfit by Skell, and 5 Goth themed patterned recolors and 5 bright solid recolors of the 4t2 Bow Crop Top by MDPthatsme, with black tank top undershirts attached using textures by DeeDee. The clothes are for AF and TF, with Standalone and Repositoried options for TF, and they come with all morphs.

All meshes are included and special characters that would make the game load slower (specifically hyphens) have been removed from the filenames. Since the skirt is from the ever popular Maxis Match Repository Project, you probably have the mesh for the skirt lying around in your Downloads somewhere, so make sure you don't have duplicates.

For the skirts, there are two versions with tights - one of which is a mashup of fishnets by Io (colored red and black) and the Maxis black and white stockings, and the other is the Maxis shorts+fishnets texture because I liked it - and one version with bare legs, which can be used with @themeasureofasim's stockings accessory boxes. (actually only a handful work, see under the cut)

The crop tops and the skirts are 'meant' to be paired together but, being separates, you can mix and match with any other top or bottom you want.

CROP TOPS SWATCH | PUNK SKIRTS SWATCH

See under the cut for more (not very important) information.

DOWNLOAD (sfs)

Mesh credits: @mdpthatsme, Yuichen, @deedee-sims, Skell Texture and alpha credits: DeeDee, Ghanima Atreides, Creesims, Io, and Maxis Pattern credits: andrea_lauren, nerd-and-vine, ophelia_payne (@ Spoonflower), Blue Moth Fabrics, and VictoriaBat.

I have done my best to credit everyone who's resources I used. If I have misattributed or missed anybody, or if I have broken a rule in someone's TOU somewhere, please let me know.

Secondly, this is my first time 'retexturing' clothing instead of just recoloring it, as well as the first time I've done anything clothes-related in a very long time, so please be gentle to me with your criticisms and let me know if anything needs fixing <3

I wanted to recreate this outfit using only textures, because I know nothing about meshing and Milkshape scares me. As you can probably tell, I got a little carried away from the original goal.

I mashed a bunch of patterns, textures, and colors together on top of the crop top and skirt in an effort to learn 'advanced' recoloring of clothes in GIMP, as the most I've ever done before was just recoloring using pre-made PSDs. it was a bit of a disorganized disaster and there was quite a bit of blood, sweat, and tears. But the end results look... mostly nice, I think.

The arm warmers and fishnet gloves shown in the preview are a pair of accessories created by katsurinssims that I used to try to 'complete' the look, and are not included in this download.

Edit: im very sorry, I only tested a handful of the accessory stockings on the bare legs skirts, because I was very tired and there are A Lot of them, and assumed they would all work. But after a bit more testing, some of them have small gaps or poke through the boots, and the ones that are supposed to go over the crotch area end up looking like over the knee socks. Other than that, most of the knee high socks and tights work, but only on AF. I don't consider this a huge problem though, because a good amount of the tights work and the ones with gaps are barely noticeable.

There's a shoe swap that makes all of the boxes work with these skirts and I'll make another versIon of them with that mesh later.

[elmuvahva]

let me talk about leo and donnie’s matching clothes pLEASE

plus a lil bit of mikey and raph near the end :>

so we all know the obvious ones like in ‘repairin’ the baron’ and in ‘man vs sewer��

but i want to talk about the little things hehe. starting with the two mentioned above anyways lmaooo

yes they’re matching but i love the little differences they add on. leo wears a blue undershirt, fully going ride or die with his blue theme, while donnie goes for a white undershirt for a more classic look.

i think that says a lil but about their characters and how they thought to present themselves to april’s mum (who they thought they were meeting). they both wanted to look good hence the stunning matching outfits, but leo also wanted to be himself (hence the blue undershirt), compared to donnie who wanted to appeal to april’s mother (hence the more classic look with the white).

in man vs sewer, they are both wearing the singlet and board short combo, however leo opts for simplicity and ‘laidbackness’ keeping the bare minimum and keeping his shirt loose and untucked. donnie on the other hand goes further and adds the extra decorative shirt to really hammer home the ‘i’m not a useful member of society’ and the holiday/break vibes he’s trying so hard to feel. he also chooses to tuck his shirt in, which i think is just a personal stylistic choice, one which extenuates and shows off the board shorts more and one which mirrors his belt that’s a part of his usual outfit.

now onto snow day :>

at a brief glance it doesn’t seem like they’re matching but you’d be wRONG! they’re wearing the same shoes, pants and scarf, however they choose different jackets and headgear according to their personal tastes (i also wanna point out how donnie’s pants are more boxy/puffy at the bottom to fit with his whole rectangle theme, while leo’s are tucked in firmly, providing a more angular/triangular look).

leo chose a sirius black looking leather jacket bc why wouldn’t he lmaooo. it very much screams leo in the sense of his faceman attitude and his ‘confidence.’ he also chose a beanie which provides a more hippie, laidback and cool vibe.

donnie, ever the nerd, matches his jacket and headwear, as they both have the light purple fluff. donnies jacket is also much more practical and feels like something you’d see skii-ers (how tf do you spell that), hikers and snow-bikers wear. he’s also wearing the ugliest fucking hat /lh that’s reminiscent of what those occupations also wear.

so what we can take away from this is that leo will look cool whatever the weather and donnie will dress for the practicality of the occasion.

now in the clothes dont make the turtle there are A LOT of matching outfits, not just from donnie and leo, for example, in the images above, all the boys are wearing classic black suits with white button downs, however they all style them differently.

i’d also like to note the slight differences on the collars of the suit jackets (leo and donnie’s are matching, mikey’s is more rounded with a lil point and raph’s mirrors his spikes).

they all style their suits differently by using different ties. leo goes for a black and blue striped tie, which i think showcases his sense of style and his playfulness in comparison to raph, who decides to play it safe with a classic one-toned tie.

mikey goes for a cute bowtie bc why wouldn’t he he’s adorable, and it also fits in with him being the youngest and ‘the baby’, as bowties are most commonly worn by kids.

donnie decides to completely forego the tie altogether bc he doesn’t need it, he’s already stunning 😩 lmao but i actually think he’s just really playing into his emotionally unavailable bad boy image.

there’s also these matching monstrosities for god knows what reason

and it’s not super matchy, but raph and leo also both rock the singlet under the open button down shirt (though the colours are swapped and leo pops the collar causes he’s an idiot /aff)

and lastly!! these outfits. now at first glance, you’re probably thinking ‘elva what the fuck are you going on about’ BUT just hear me out!!

they both have ripped aspects to their outfits, leo’s at the shoulders and donnie’s at the waist. it’s obviously not an intentional match but i think they just subconsciously did it :>

they’re also both wearing head accessories, though in totally different styles (leo with his backwards cap to look ‘cool’ while donnie adorns a beanie to complete his LA hipster vibe)

ugh i’ve met the image limit for this post so here’s the link to the post that continues my rambling lolol

[n30ncr1ptid]

was listening to Done For and came up with this! enjoy!

Tf 141 are used to working alone, yes, they have worked with other groups on some odd ocasions (los vaqueros for example) so it isn't the oddest thing when laswell tells them to colaborate with a group they haven't heard about.

Thing is, this faction has some bad fame, the leader gets called Medusa and thier soldiers (who are mainly women) are usually called "snakes" which basically means that when Price and the boys get the brieffing from Laswell all of them have a small suspicion that they are going to be a pain in the back to work with.

Nonetheless they do acept the mission, they are trained soldiers after all so it's not like this group could be worse than the things they face on a day-to-day basis.

They are however surprised by the appearance of Sephilus , the captain they're gonna work with. He looks to be around Price's age, with a height that's nothing to write home about, what's surprising is his thick greek accent and his white hair which cascades down to almost touch his shoulders. Of course Price is already quick to be skeptical, he knows that the army doesn't allow men with long hair, he knows that rule like the back of his palm.

Sephilus however seems to be a pretty solid character, he doesn't raise his voice, his gaze is strong and his second in comand seems to follow his orders even if there seems to be enough comfort for her to bring up any concerns.

His second in comand is a woman, Chris, and mechanic too! with a long braid and the sides of her head shaven, tall, muscular, almost makes Soap faint when she appears, the dumb bloke tries to flirt with her while Seph and Price are talking. The bloke is quick to back off when Chris laughs and calls over another woman, giving her a kiss as soon as she comes close. That is when Soap realizes that Chris is a lesbian.

By this time Simon is already feeling like he needs a spar, all of this scrutonizing is boring him and he just wants to see how well Sephilus can handle him.And so he tells Seph to spar with him.

Sephilus and Price stand infront of each other in their undershirts, a long medusa tattoo covering Seph's left arm.

Each in their corner, when Chris gives the go ahead it all stars, at first it's looking like Seph is no good, he's simply dodging all of Price's hits which might be slightly impressive but isn't really what they came here for.

So Price ups the anti because he wants to see what this guy is really made of, he manages to pin him down to the matt and just then he can briefly see something flicker in the other man's eyes. A brief flash of fear before a kick crackles out of him like lightning, the fire in his pupils seems to come from that lightning. And it wasn't just a kick, no, the man placed his foot flat on the captain's chest and kicked him to the side as if he was just pushing off and overeager pup.

In the split second that it takes Price's brain to reboot Seph has already gottenon top of him pressing his knee to his Adam's apple and restrainning his wrists.

Test passed with flight colors.

[kestrelteens]

Sooo, autumn is already here, right? Right? Well, September is in a few days and summer and I are no longer on good terms ('cause of the unbearable temperatures) so autumn it is! 🦔 And our simmies need some cool outwear, right? Whether they're going trick or treatin' or simply strolling through Downtown and getting a pumpkin spice latte, their outfits should be on point. 🍂

The set consists of:

Charlotte coat (AF, top only, both morphs, 6 swatches, 6,696 polys, sorted as outwear) paired with @sforzcc's Mariner undershirt underneath and Tahliah hat (TF-EF, 9 swatches, 574 polys, both as accessory or jewellery) by @serenity-cc from their Neve set;

Vicki jacket (AF, both morphs, 3 swatches, 1,530 polys, sorted as outwear) by @madlensims;

Alyson skirt (AF, both morphs, 5 swatches, 962 polys, both as everyday and outwear) by @adrienpastel-blog paired with @ridgeport's Mynx tights and @solistair's Wolfe boots (608 polys);

Dream jeans (wide) (AF, both morphs, 8 swatches, 1,196 polys, both everyday and outwear) by @sforzcc also paired with Wolfe boots.

Verona hairstyle (on the right) by @okruee (TF-EF, 4 colors binned, animated, 11,411 polys);

Ami hairstyle (on the left) by @miikocc (PU-EF, 4 colors binned, animated, 2,916 polys);

This download is for Sims 2.

Everything's compressed, enjoy! ♥ Some additional important info under the cut!

download (sfs) // alt download (mediafire)

download charlotte coat as casual + outwear here (sfs)

The hat works pretty well with most hairstyles, especially the straight hair ones and there's almost no clipping, but unfortunately it won't work with every hairstyle!

There's some minor clipping with the coat when the sims sit down, but it didn't seem like too much of a big deal. 🐸

I have thoroughly play-tested the items and haven't noticed any major issues with clipping, but if something occurs please let me know and i will do my best to fix it! ♥

[fandomfluffandfuck]

as someone obsessed with pussy steve, it drives me insane because i was doing my final exam today and all i was thinking about is "am i going to read the same pussy steve blog of S? yeah tf i am" and im here requesting from u some more pussy steve bc goddamn thats my obsessionnnnn. plus it's my first time asking u to write anything (i dont do shit but read things here and trying not fail school at the same time)

related to this pussy Steve ask

also... we're channeling this vibe shamelessly as we continue on from that last post, still set during WWII

Good job with your finals!! Let's dive in 👀

Steve can't fucking take it anymore, groaning as he flops back onto the squeaky, lumpy mattress that's supposed to be his bed. They've been holed up in this goddamn remote rubble city for what feels like years after clearing the town of HYDRA and Nazi agents with no action to burn off his excessive energy. The once standing city has long since been evacuated because of the air raids. The bombs have flattened almost half of it, shaking the other half immensely, but without orders to go elsewhere, the Howling Commandos are lying low, trying to plan their next move on their own. It feels like a waste just to march all the way back to camp but they don't have any other leads. Not yet.

And the Howlies have scavenged the area already, gathering any remaining, surviving food that isn't their shit MREs, plus having made sure no civilians were left behind before sitting down to talk and plan.

And talk and plan and talk and plan.

Steve can only strategize for so long, he can only play card games for so long, he can only draw on scraps of paper for so long; the serum has left him even more hot blooded than he was with all this vivacity he couldn't've dreamed of before, as thin and sickly as he was. So it's a fucking problem. Sitting still.

Waiting.

They should be doing something. Seeing action. Doing good. This is war. It feels so bizarre to sit between what they have just seen and what they're going to see. Bad things.

So, yeah, Steve is having a hard time unhelped by the fact that they're stuck in the one reliable structure that happens to be a small inn with thin walls. It's a blessing to have their own rooms and real beds, just enough rooms that they only have to pair up rather than sleeping in a dog pile together, but they might as well be together with these paper walls. Thus, Steve is being extra careful as he attempts to burn off some steam, alone while the others do... whatever... out in the main room (maybe a game of poker?) by stuffing the undershirt he's been wearing beneath his red white and blue uniform into his mouth.

The shirt tastes of salt and musk, balled up and packed between his teeth, filling his mouth, keeping his jaw open. Keeping the sounds he wants to make down. Most of the sounds. He can't help the sounds his body makes that don't come out of his mouth... wet, slick squelching sounds from between his legs, his fingers plunging deep into himself as if he's trying to get to his heart. In the scenario where he wanted to get off and be done with it, he'd be making tight, hard circles around his clit, pressing down against it hard, impatient and rough with himself, making himself a little raw with it but a lot sensitive--but that's not what he wants right now. He wants to burn through energy now. So, he has two fingers crooked inside his pussy, plunging them in and drawing them out slow enough that it makes him crazy. It's enough to feel good, so, so good, but not enough to get him off.

Steve's not wearing his uniform without the undershirt while he fingers himself. Well, he's not wearing it in full. He's kept his pants and boots on in case they need to get up and go, but... his pants are gaping open.

He's undone the long zip and aaall the latching buttons, ripping the taps as wide apart as he can get them without just taking his pants off. His hand shoved beneath both layers--pants and underwear.

His boxers are ruined. Wet. Soaked.

Registering just how sticky and wet he is, pulling his fingers out of his cunt to trace his puffy, swollen slit, he plays with his own wetness. He's dripping. He doesn't touch his aching clit directly, but he does put pressure on the legs of it, tracing the v down his vulva, spreading his legs wider, just a tiny bit, so his lips are out of the way as much as they can be, exposing himself, touching himself, and--

Choking on a whimper as electric pleasure shoots through him.

That's the closest he's let himself get to touching his clit in, in... however long it's been? An hour? Two? Ten minutes?

Steve doesn't let it last. Instead, blearily, he presses his middle and ring fingers back into himself. Back into the scorching, melted heat of his body. His foot kicks out, restless, needing something to do with the thick lust building inside him. Groaning softly through his shirt, Steve arches his neck, lifting his head off the bed just enough to let it come crashing back down heavily, giving his sweat-soaked blonde hair an impressively ruffled style.

As thoughts as he feels--his coherency consumed by pleasure--Steve suddenly flushes, wondering if Bucky will be able to smell it on him when he's done (if he doesn't already know what he's locked himself into their room to do). Once he's worn himself out, cumming on his own fingers after too much build up to be comfortable, leaving himself hurting with too much tension and desire, will Bucky know? Steve will button and zip up his pants and put his shirt back on and waltz back out there, but will it all be only for Bucky to corner him away from the other guys and maybe tip his chin up, fingers on his jaw, eye-to-eye, give him those dark eyes that say, I know what you did, maybe Bucky will kiss his neck and murmur to him hotly, or maybe he'll bend him over, their clothes still on, his cock a hot, thick line in his trousers, pressed against his slit, sweet talking him with his players voice, saying filthy things about how he can smell it on him like he's a bitch in heat with the most syrupy tone, crooning so Steve will get stickier, wetter, and gooey-er. Melted in the center like some kind of oozing, chocolate dessert. Hot and ready to be devoured.

Bitten.

Licked.

Swallowed.

Steve is thinking about his best guy's cock and he's thinking about his mouth, too, now. He's thinking about those sweet talking, wicked lips. He's thinking about his immaculately styled head of hair between his thighs, going to town. Not an ounce of reservation in the way he dives into him, in how he licks, how he slurps, how he fucks.

Jesus Christ.

Steve's jaw works around his balled up shirt, clenching. His throat contracts as he swallows thickly, praying that he doesn't wail like he wants to. The sound is in his chest, rattling around, building into this aching pressure. He can't fit anymore arousal inside himself. He's gonna burst.

Then, when he's weak and he just can't fucking stop himself, Bucky on his mind like always, Steve curls his fingers just enough to catch the raised spot inside him, spongy and sensitive. So fucking sensitive. His sweet spot that causes his hips to involuntarily buck up, searching for more, needing more. If he weren't gagged, he'd be moaning for it.

Moaning Bucky's name.

Bucky's on his mind already, so, of course, he wants Bucky on his tongue, too. Worse, he wants Bucky inside him. He wants him so bad that he's fucking aching, clenching around his fingers, hips squirming, toes curling, panting. He wants Bucky's cock in him so bad, slamming home so he's leaking around it, wetting his balls and smearing all over both of their thighs. He's a slippery mess.

He wants Bucky so bad that he has to stop thrusting his fingers in and out of his tight cunt to work a third finger into himself, chasing the girth of his dick. He can't get as deep as Bucky does, and it's just not the same to the point that, that--

Steve garbles out something of a sob. His eyes sting with tears. His head is so hot with frustration. Hazy and smoking. He can't think. He can't keep his rhythm. He's shaking.

Fuck.

When he pulls out to add another fingertip--stretching before he eases the entire length of his own finger in--he realizes he can smell himself. Already, he could smell himself wafting up from his unwashed shirt, sweaty, but now he can smell the hot, briny musk of his own arousal, carried on the sex-thick air of the quaint inn room. Humid and heavy.

He can smell himself. Sweat, musk, and leaking slick. It's an unmistable scent that turns Steve on more than it should, considering it's his own smell, twisting up in his gut and making him feel tighter, tenser, hotter. He can taste himself. Sweat, musk, and dirty, unwashed cotton coating his tongue, dripping down his throat, joining the lust already pooled low in his belly. He can hear himself. Slick, squelching, and lewd with his fingers curling inside himself. Muffled and drowning with sounds dying in the back of his throat before they have the chance to come out of his mouth. The soft snuffling, shuffling sounds of his pants folding and brushing against the bed sheets, fabric rustling and creaking as his thighs spread instinctively until the the seams groan. Every sound is another piece of wood added to the fire, burning hotter until it crackles and pops with the explosions of hot sap. Steve is feasting on these sensations as much as he's feasting on the slick, velvet feeling of the inside of his own pussy. He can touch himself. Smooth, wet inner walls that cling so tightly to his own fingers. If he could lift his head, the weight of his empty skull, so weakened, he could see himself, too--his hand moving in his pants, the veins running over his muscled forearms bulging with the effort of working his fingers so much.

God, he wants more in him.

His fingers work faster, curling a little harder, plunging deeper until he's erupting with another garbled cry.

He wants Bucky's cock in his pussy, throbbing with the pound of his best guy's heart, at the same time that he wants Bucky's thumb to sneak down between where their sweaty bodies collide with every frantic thrust, slicking the digit up with Steve's overpouring wetness until he reaches back, traces the sensitive, pink flesh between his legs to get to his asshole and pops it inside him, too, giving him something extra. Extra stuffing, his thumb in his ass, pressing back against his pussy. The thin wall between his holes. Giving him something more to clench down on while he wails, crashing over the edge as Bucky grinds so deep he can taste it, choke on it, so deep that his pelvis rubs on Steve's swollen clit and makes it impossible not to cum.

Guh.

Steve is drooling, soaking into his own shirt, thinking about Bucky.

Drowning in pleasure from his own hand.

Steve is rocking up into his hand, his hips with a mind of their own, or, rather, mindless in the pursuit of pleasure, instinctively rutting, humping, rolling, and just going. He's trying to swallow moans and gasps to varying degrees of success. He knows not all of them stay down in his tight, heaving chest, but he doesn't know how loud his noises are, his heartbeat is too loud in his ears.

Regardless of his noises, he keeps chasing his pleasure, his clit swollen and peaking out as much as it can from it's hood--leaving it vulnerable and draaagging just lightly against the heel of his hand. It's agonizing. With every feathered drag of his sensitive clit against his hand, it's making his sounds grow worse. He will be wailing soon no matter what he does. No matter how much he tries to keep it down.

It aches.

It hurts.

It feels sofuckinggood.

His jaw is working so hard that it feels like his teeth will rip into his shirt soon. Gah. Oh, ah, yeahh--

The temperature keeps going up and up in and all around Steve, fever hot, when the door swings open.

Steve is so tightly wound that he can't freeze. There is no way to stop the forest fire within him. It's going to have to come to its own conclusion when it has burned through everything he has, only ash left. Nothing can put him out.

So it's a damn good thing that it's Bucky that walks through the open door, hurriedly slamming it behind him when his eyes land on Steve's debauched, twitching form on the bed they've been sharing. A cold rush of air comes in with him, leaving all the hair on Steve's body to stand on end in salute. He quivers harder.

Bucky wastes no time. He is deadly, vicious in his pursuit--the sound of the door slamming hits Steve's ears, delayed with his mushy brain, and then Bucky is immediately on him like a predator pouncing.

His body is heavy on top of him, pinning him with the drag of his uniform against Steve's sensitive, sweat-glistening skin.

Real.

He's so real that it's visceral. It's not just Steve's heated, out-of-control fantasies as he approaches his orgasm without breaks.

Bucky cages him in with his body, one of his hands planted by Steve's head, steadying himself, while his other hand grabs ahold of Steve's forearm to rip his hand out of his pants.

Steve does wail then, through his makeshift gag.

The look on Bucky's face is evil, mocking him playfully, asking, oh, really, is that how it is?

After all these years, they read each other like open books. Steve knows he knows how turned on he is, and it's devastating. Bucky probably knows just based on how much he's blushing and how he can't keep his eyes open, how long he's been going at it for. He knows how much it aches to be untouched when he gets like this. Especially now. Post-serum. It's all he can think about. He can feel his heartbeat pounding in his pussy. He's hot and swollen and so wet that it brings stinging tears to his eyes. God.

He's so fucking needy.

He needs Bucky. He needs--

Bucky sticks both of Steve's hands above his head, crossed at the wrist, and uses one of his own to pin them there. Steve could easily break away any time, but now. He's so worn down. He's weak. His brain has gone out of his head, and all of his super-strength has drained from his body out of his weeping cunt. He's depleted. He can do nothing by lay there, helpless and vulnerable, as Bucky shoves and pushes and shimmies his pants and underwear down. He barely gets them halfway down his thighs before he stops, and because of it, Steve sucks in a sharp breath through his balled up shirt. The air of the room is shocking against his soaked, sticky center.

Guh.

GUH!

Steve makes a fucking stupid sound when Bucky quits messing with his tangled up pants to instead mess with his pussy. He slips one, then two, then three inside him. Fast. A predator tearing through prey, no time to think, just do. His shit eating grin tells Steve that he's impressed with how sloppy he's gotten himself, and he wants to cry in embarrassment but also pride.

With three fingers inside him, Bucky curls them and grinds them deeper, deeper, curls, deep, curl, deep--

Steve's head is spinning. He doesn't even know what Bucky is doing to him. It just, it, it, ohgod, his eyes roll back so far, so hard it hurts, it feels so good. It's wrecking him. Whatever he's doing to him. Maybe it's Bucky's reckless thirst for him. Maybe it's the serum burning like venom in his veins. Maybe it's both of them mixing together into one harsh cocktail, so intoxicating it immediately makes him drunk.

The things Bucky is doing to his body make Steve want to shriek in pleasure. He's letting go of his wrists but it's not like Steve can move anyway and it's for good reason that he's not pinning him anymore because instead he's pressing down on his belly with that hand as he curls his fingers more, more, more, curling them towards himself hard, pressing so hard on that spot inside him that Steve doesn't even, he's not even sure he can comprehend the pleasure cutting through him, it's so much pressure building up inside him, taking more space than he realized he had even inside this bigger, stronger body, he can't, he's not strong enough, he--

Steve gasps and squirms, not understanding, wanting to babble, oh, oh, Bucky, what-I, I'm-! Wait! What is that feeling? Why does it feel like that? Wh--he can't, though, he can't say anything, his mouth stuffed.

He screams behind his teeth and--

Steve fucking whites out.

He's there one minute and then he's gone in a flash. Too much pleasure. Too much pressure. Too good. He's half convinced, totally out of his mind, that he's exploded or, or...

Oh.

As Steve returns to himself in bits and pieces, still shattered in the aftermath, he's almost sure he's lost so much control of himself that he's pissed himself. He's so fucking wet. Soaked down his thighs and down Bucky's wrist. If he has pissed himself, then he's given everything up to Bucky, his body entirely his lover's, every part of it, but then.

JesusfuckingChrist.

Then, Bucky's voice breaks through the ringing in his ears, and he's softly, quietly purring to him, mindful of their thin walls in a way Steve has not been while being stripped down to the bone in exhausting, overwhelming pleasure. Bucky's voice is all low and hot, too turned on as he works Steve through it, touching him much softer, nicer, lighter while he tells him how fucking hot that was, watching him, feeling him squirt around his fingers. And, holy shit, he's gonna make him do that on his dick. He will.

It's a promise.

Now that he knows he can make Steve squirt, he's gonna do it all. the. fucking. time.

Steve whines through his gag, his body trembling hard with his fading fever. Oh. It hits like a sledgehammer to the back of his head. He's going to die. Bucky is gonna kill him, making him squirt, making him writhe, making him want to crawl out of his own body, giving him too much gutteral, visceral pleasure.

Bonus:

I've had a draft sitting here on Tumblr for a while that simply says:

Lil pussy Steve domming big, beefy Bucky. Steve's wearing a pair of panties to a party, getting them messy in a closet or bathroom or... both... where Bucky fingers him until he cums, then, once they've finished and Steve is desperately wet, he makes Bucky put swap underwear with him. Bucky obeys because of course he's done--he's big and he falls hard. Steve's wet, dirty panties, though, they're much too tight and remind him for the next few hours (hours that Steve, the introvert, suspiciously makes them stick around the party for) exactly of what they did. How he made his dom squirt and make these panties wet and smell musky and hot like his pussy does. Ruin them. Ruining the panties, ruining Bucky.

Plus, the whole rest of the party, Bucky has to live with the fact that Steve doesn't have any underwear on because rather than put Bucky's boxers on, he shoved them into his pocket where he could take them out at any time. Fuck, they could fall out at any moment! Bucky can't focus on a single fucking conversation.

And it's not until they get home that Bucky gets to cum.

When they're finally, finally home, Steve pushes Bucky down onto the floor, mounts his lap, and grinds into his hard, hard cock bursting out of his teeny-tiny, too-tight panties. The underwear is so little and delicate, all wet lace, that Bucky nearly ripped them putting on his bigger body. Demanding him to cum and ruin them further, one of Steve's thin, bony hands constricts around his throat.

Oh, yeah, he owns this big, subby mess of a man.

So... do with that what you will 😏