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Old Swimsuit
#original photographers#phtotographers on tumblr#artists on tumblr#hippuhippa#gif#gif animation#victorian#swimsuit#bathing suit#victorian swimsuit#fashion#costume#sailor style#helsingin kaupunginmuseo#fashion history
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This is insane. I didn’t know 6 characters on screen at all times without noticeable frame drops was possible.
#cloud strife#tifa lockhart#aerith gainsborough#yuffie kisaragi#barret wallace#red xiii#cloud’s rash guard looks cool#i prefer the black swimsuit compared to the other one it just looks weird#final fantasy vii rebirth#light spoilers#although i miss when all the characters would just come out of cloud’s body like he’s voltron#bear wearing a marshmallow#show this to a victorian child#obligatory anime beach episode#where are they going#have i mentioned this game looks absolutely beautiful? we can’t get much higher in terms of graphics#source: cnet#i think i know why people aren’t discussing yuffie’s swimsuit because doing so is incredibly sus#*vsauce thinking music*#I would like 5 whoppers and 5 more whoppers#(red can’t have whoppers because he’s a dog)
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Beach victorian wurt
The sketch was inspired by seii_shiin artwork. A friend suggested a similar theme but with a character from dst. It was supposed to be a sketch, but I got a little carried away :D
#furry art#art#anthro#artwork#anthro art#sketch#fanart#dst fanart#dst#dst wurt#wurt#dont_starve#merm#female#dont_starve_together#beach#sea#swimsuit#victorian
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So... I don’t know if y’all remember the victorian clothing recolor dump (1) I began the year with, but I’ve decided to end the year with the male conversions I did of each of those outfits (morphs included). ^^ Go read the original post if you want to read my ramblings/disclaimers on them.
Once again, there are only two versions of each age group of recolors in my “Vintage Colors 2” palette (2): fewer files (all recolors bundled into 1 package instead of 20 individual files) or regular (20 individual files). There are NO TOWNIE VERSIONS of these files. If you want sims in your game to wear these, you’ll have to dress them yourself. ;>.> Having more than one won’t blow up your game, but it is totally unnecessary.
AAS Fur Coat 1 AM Non-Townied: http://simfil.es/2715158/
OR AAS Fur Coat 1 AM Non-Townied Fewer Files: http://simfil.es/2715159/
AAS Fur Coat 1 EM Non-Townied: http://simfil.es/2715162/
OR AAS Fur Coat 1 EM Non-Townied Fewer Files: http://simfil.es/2715163/
AAS Fur Coat 1 TM Non-Townied: http://simfil.es/2715166/
OR AAS Fur Coat 1 TM Non-Townied Fewer Files: http://simfil.es/2715167/
AAS Fur Coat 2 AM Non-Townied: http://simfil.es/2715170/
OR AAS Fur Coat 2 AM Non-Townied Fewer Files: http://simfil.es/2715171/
AAS Fur Coat 2 EM Non-Townied: http://simfil.es/2715174/
OR AAS Fur Coat 2 EM Non-Townied Fewer Files: http://simfil.es/2715175/
AAS Fur Coat 2 TM Non-Townied: http://simfil.es/2715178/
OR AAS Fur Coat 2 TM Non-Townied Fewer Files: http://simfil.es/2715179/
AAS Victorian Swim 3 AM Non-Townied: http://simfil.es/2715182/
OR AAS Victorian Swim 3 AM Non-Townied Fewer Files: http://simfil.es/2715183/
AAS Victorian Swim 3 EM Non-Townied: http://simfil.es/2715186/
OR AAS Victorian Swim 3 EM Non-Townied Fewer Files: http://simfil.es/2715187/
AAS Victorian Swim 3 TM Non-Townied: http://simfil.es/2715190/
OR AAS Victorian Swim 3 TM Non-Townied Fewer Files: http://simfil.es/2715191/
Ann De Lune Tea Dress AM Non-Townied: http://simfil.es/2715194/
OR Ann De Lune Tea Dress AM Non-Townied Fewer Files: http://simfil.es/2715195/
Ann De Lune Tea Dress EM Non-Townied: http://simfil.es/2715198/
OR Ann De Lune Tea Dress EM Non-Townied Fewer Files: http://simfil.es/2715199/
Ann De Lune Tea Dress TM Non-Townied: http://simfil.es/2715202/
OR Ann De Lune Tea Dress TM Non-Townied Fewer Files: http://simfil.es/2715203/
The preview pictures, meshes, and swatches are included with all downloads. I own nothing so you can’t sell it! :)
(1): https://aliksims.tumblr.com/post/672217181222748160/
(2): https://aliksims.tumblr.com/post/639149272322981888/
#clothing recolors#aksvintage2#aas#AllAboutStyle#aas fur coat 1#aas fur coat 2#aas victorian swimsuit 3#ann de lune#ann de lune tea dress#ts2cc#sims2cc
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Played myself with that "modern AU Corona is a pageant girl" post because I've been thinking about Miss Empire X̅ all day.
New spin on the "Raised by Jod/The Bachelor" AU: Harrow goes to the Ball Pageant.
#Corona would win a pageant by modern standards every day of the week#but in this universe the judges are Mercy Augustine and G1deon/Pyrrha so it could be anyone's game#Judith and Marta DO wear their regulation Victorian bathing ensembles for the swimsuit portion thanks for asking#tlt#the locked tomb
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I would thrive as a 19th century man at the beach in one of those silly little swimsuits. And of course sporting an extravagant mustache. I’d be positively irresistible.
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Summer YCH: Ruscia
Another summer YCH on the lineup, for Ruscia!
For links to other art pages, socials and commissions: guttergoo.carrd.co/
For my fiance and I's comic project: www.deviantart.com/botc-comic
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Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the annual "What maid outfit would you wear" poll. *Yes I made this once earlier but I messed it up, so vote again please.
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When Miss Bellatrix Bachelor became Lady Bellatrix Goth, no one could have predicted just how good of a match her and Sir Mortimer Goth would be. Perhaps it's their shared oddities, their creative fervor, or simply their childhood friendship... but Willow Creek's lady and baronet are the most devoted the parish has ever seen.
cc links and creator tags under the cut!
see my resources page for genetics!! and my #genetics tag
everyday/house 1: happylifesims' piteous outfit / retro-pixels' the author dress
everyday/house 2: chere-indolente's velvet suit jacket, breeches, shoes / linzlu's calico dress
going out 1: vintagesimstress' 1896 sack suit / simverse's mistress mysterium hat + simsfromthepast's 1890s walking ensemble
going out 2: pandorasimsbox' azariah sacksuit / plumbobteasociety's fancy fascinator hat + vintagesimstress' 1895 silk walking dress
formal: linzlu's timely overcoat / sentate's elphaba dress
athletic: ameyasims' georgetown sweater + thesimsblues' brindleton breeches / vintagesimstress' 1897 cycling hat + gilded-ghosts' victorian visions walking suit
undergarments: historicalsimslife's mens underwear / dzifasims' bespoke corset + simsverse's rococo nightie skirt + dancemachinetrait's embroidered stockings
sleepwear: historicalsimslife's mens nightshirt / notsooldmadcatlady's victorian nightgown 1 + dancemachinetrait's stockings
morning: vintagesimstress' 1898 morning robe / notsooldmadcatlady's victorian robe 2
swimwear: ameyasims' lehgaming swimwear recolor / linzlu's colonial cap + vintagesimstress' 1884 swimsuit + eirflower's bain de soliel swim shoes
party: lunenore's mysterious lord coat / cazmari-mods' charity hair + linzlu's 1880s dress (i dont remember which, im sorry!)
summer: chere-indolente's suit jacket, cravat, and breeches / lilis-palace's summer hat + gilded-ghost's jacket jubilee and perfectly plain skirt + kedluu's ankle boots
winter: chere-indolente's quilted jacket / lilis-palace's winter hat + mlys' pufferhead scarf + historicalsimslife's luxuriant ladys outerwear
...and i know i used some of adèle's flower accessories and some of @batsfromwesteros jewlery, but for the life of me i can't remember which!!!!
thank you to @happylifesimsreblogs @gilded-ghosts @linzlu @chere-indolente @vintagesimstress @simsfromthepast @simverses @pandorasimbox @plumbobteasociety @sentate @ameyasims @thesimsblues @dzifasims @dancemachinetrait @historicalsimslife @notsooldmadcatlady @eirflower @lunenore @cazmari-mods @lilis-palace @kedluu and @mlyssimblr !!!!!
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A Fish Out of Water ║ ⒸⓄⓁⓁⒺⒸⓉⒾⓄⓃⓈ
| A FISH OUT OF WATER | part of the A Weight Off Your Shoulders collection
║ main masterlist ║ series masterlist ║
| PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x plus sized!fem!neighbor
| RATING: explicit material | 18+
| WORD COUNT: 4.1k
| CONTENT: age gap (Joel mid 40s, neighbor late 20s), negative body image, negative self-talk, the torment of dressing rooms and trying on clothes, trying to get some healing accomplished and learn to love your body, Joel is a nasty lil slut who kneels at the altar of plus sized!fem!neighbor’s pussy
| SYNOPSIS:
Joel invites you over for a swim, and your plain onepiece swimsuit isn’t gonna cut it anymore. One new swimsuit later, and things get real wet. Spoiler: Splish splash bitch we gon’ smash.
✧this is the second installment of a oneshot collection but can be read as a standalone✧
✧◦◦║ Part 1 ║ Part 3 ║ Part 4 ║ Part 5 ║ Part 6 ║◦◦✧
When Joel invited you to go swimming, you considered claiming you had horrible stomach cramps and couldn’t make it. Instead, you did your best impression of a mature adult and accepted his offer. You wouldn’t have to see yourself in swimwear if you just didn’t look down, and you could ogle a shirtless Joel. All in all, there were worse things to endure.
You reluctantly unpack the single piece of swimwear you owned: a dowdy black onepiece. Black was the most slimming color, right? It wasn’t doing a whole lot for you on that front, but it was a better option than the usual old lady floral prints that plagued the onepiece section.
You liked to think of your suit as observing Victorian mourning etiquette: veiled in an abundance of black fabric, publically grieving a body that would never be the right type or shape for anything other than full coverage swimwear.
The smack of your flip flops against his concrete patio came to a halt when you saw him. There was your fine as fuck DILF situationship leaning over the edge of the above ground pool he’d got up and running once the idea of having you over for a swim had popped into his head.
You had anticipated “Dad Swimming Trunks”, the kind that had cargo pockets galore for no fucking reason and stopped at the upper calf. You’d assumed this just based on his age, but you should have known better. This man was always surprising you in the best of ways, and he was certainly not your average middle-aged man.
You drink in the sight of his quads where the hem of his trunks sit. It was a heaven-sent style that gifted you with more of his body to gawk at. God bless whoever convinced him to get those, although you know would be thirsting over him just the same if he had been wearing the official “Dad Swimming Trunks.”
He smiled and waved when he saw you, and he shifted right into his usual stance: hands resting on his hips with one slutty little knee popped out to the side. God fucking dammit. Was it too late to claim gastrointestinal distress? Joel whistled approvingly at your funeral shroud of a bathing suit, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes and giggle. What this man saw in you, you couldn’t say.
When you complimented his trendy trunks, this motherfucker had the nerve to act shy about it. His daughter had teased him about his “old man swimsuit” apparently and harassed him until he got something “cooler.” Ah, so you weren’t completely off base when you assumed he’d had the Dad Swim Uniform.
Bless his little menace bully of a daughter you laugh to yourself. Your amusement fades when you consider that you are the only one in geriatric themed swimwear. You ignore the negative voice in your head and focus on the curves and dips of Joel’s body.
The two of you swam and relaxed in the pool for a couple of hours. It actually felt nice to be buoyed by the water a little bit as you wrapped your legs around Joel’s waist and made out, or when he grabbed you from behind and let you float back and forth with his swaying as you rested your head on his shoulder. It felt nice to pretend for a little bit that you were lighter than you actually were.
You hate how you still feel timid about yourself around Joel when he has only ever made you feel amazing - emotionally and physically. If anyone had earned you letting down your walls of insecurities, it was Joel. He always managed to reframe any negative thing you had to say or think about yourself.
Getting out of breath while you rode him?
“Yeah, that’s right, baby. Workin’ this cock so good you can’t even breathe. Gonna fuck all the air right outta you, sweetheart.”
Frowning at the bold colored BMI number on your check-up report?
“BMI is horseshit. Don’t mean anything. Thought that you’d know that, bein’ an expert at numbers and all.”
Trying to talk him out of getting ice cream because you couldn’t “afford the extra calories”?
“Got you a swirly cone so you can pretend its my cock and show me how you wanna lick it before I fuck your brains out later.”
Not wanting to sit in his lap for movie night because you were going to smush him?
“If you don’t come park that ass on my lap right this second, I’m not gonna pretend to like the romcom you picked.”
Not wanting to sit on his face because you would suffocate him?
“Goddamn, wouldn’t that be a glorious way to go. Promise me you’ll put it in my obituary. Add somethin’, too, about ‘died doing what he loved.’”
Joel was in a league of his own in terms of how he approached your body and your thoughts about it. You’d never had such a neutral yet admiring partner. He never fetishized your figure like some guys had done in the past. “Chubby chasers” as they were known. The term was crude and minimizing of said “chubby’s” personhood, but it was unfortunately a fitting vibe for how most guys treated you and anybody over a size 12.
Joel never tried to claim that you weren’t fat. Fat was just something you had on your body; it wasn’t your primary descriptor, and it didn’t define you. “Come on, baby, you’re not fat!” was something you had heard so many times from hookups and boyfriends. But why was that such a bad thing anyway? Couldn’t you just be fat and it not be such a horrible thing? To just exist in your own body? It was a bit hypocritical to ask of them, of course, when you were your own number one slanderer.
Joel just saw your body as, well, your body. It wasn’t some complicated thing that needed to be navigated tactfully to avoid upset. It was just one facet of you, and he liked your body because it was a part of you. He so often paid positive attention to your body because he wanted to. It wasn’t some show of affection to help boost your confidence, although it certainly helped. He liked it just as he liked your sense of humor, your financial smarts, your taste in restaurants, your little quirks…
It also didn’t hurt that he was an absolutely voracious lover, and a vocal one at that. He had some incredibly creative dirty talk that flooded your basement fast. This man could not get enough of you. New positions, new places, new everything. It was like he wanted to experience you in every combination possible, and you never turned him down.
And then that soft, tender side of him that was equally transfixing. The way he always pulled you closer to cuddle. The way he nuzzled kisses along your neck when he’d stop behind you for a moment while you were washing dishes at the sink. The way his large hands would trace mindless patterns against the inside of your thigh when you were sitting watching TV together.
The two of you weren’t officially an item, but the “we sure do a lot of relationship things for two people who aren’t in a relationship” list was growing every week. You had a feeling that Joel was more than ready to head down that path, but you still had reservations about getting into anything serious after your last bad breakup. You’d been in a long-term relationship that was about to take a turn into wedding bells and honeymoons but instead took a sharp left into “I’m throwing this years long relationship down the drain because I want to fuck somebody younger, skinnier, and better than you.”
As much as you’d love to say that you had moved on and healed from the pain that your ex-fiance Michael’s cheating had brought you, it would have been a lie. It had swallowed you up and spit you out squarely into “I’m never going to be good enough for anyone” territory. Though Joel had never given any indication that he was interested in anything but you, the fear of rejection and abandonment still loomed.
But Joel had a curious knack of worming his way into your heart and sprinkling little bits of confidence there. That’s why when you were meandering through a big chain retailer, you took a quick peek at the swimsuits they had on display. The full coverage styles that you always went for were all the way to the back, where big girls could run and hide as they shopped with shame.
A bright pink something catches your eye as you lazily scan the offerings. You can’t make out the style very well over the display rack in the middle of the section, so you venture around it to get a better look. It was absolutely adorable. Hot pink with little embroidered daisies. Your face falls, though, when you realize you are looking at a two piece with very stringy closures.
You bet Joel would like it …. If he were here with you right now, he would all but demand you at least try it on before deciding you hated it. You sigh and grab the one furthest back before heading to the dressing rooms.
God did you hate dressing rooms. There probably wasn’t another setting that had given you so many Vietnam style flashbacks than dressing rooms. Sometimes these assholes would even put in 3 slanted mirrors side by side so you had no choice but to observe yourself from more angles. Bunch of sick, twisted bastards.
You face away from the mirrors while you tie the strings around your hips and back. If you saw yourself getting into this thing, there’s no way you’d even finish putting it on all the way before you gave up. You spin with your eyes closed, facing the mirrors and counting backwards from 5 to work up the nerve to open your eyes.
Well, Joel would definitely like it, so at least there was that. The first thing your eyes flew to was your pudgy lower belly sticking out from the sides of the bottom. It butted right up to your round, jiggly, cellulite-speckled thighs. Adjusting the straps on your hips didn’t do much to magically shrink your bulgy bits, but it sort of looked like a sexy, teasing gesture when you did it.
You stand there with fidgety hands on your hips and scrutinize your reflection. You were so used to seeing yourself all covered up that this completely normal bikini made you feel like you were sporting two bandaids and a cork. A public indecency call would definitely be made to the police if you ever stepped out in this thing.
You sigh and tilt your head to the side as if it’s going to give you a more positive vantage point. The daisies looked so perfect against the pink. It was such an adorable swimsuit. You twist your hips side to side in a small swivel motion and take in the way the little neon pink strings dance across your skin, like they’re begging to be pulled until they come apart and make the bottoms fall to the floor.
It was kind of cute. You try out that little pulling on the strings on your hips motion before letting them softly snap back against your skin. The way the strings grazed your hips was kind of nice. And maybe your tits actually sort of maybe looked good???
The trickling semi-positive thoughts were unexpected but welcome. Joel must be reworking your brain or something, rewiring it to be nicer. Like his reverence of you was being absorbed osmotically and making itself at home in your mind, internalizing and mimicking his adoration but in your own words and thoughts. You had your underwear on still to try on the bottoms, and it seemed like it would be enough of a buffer to brave taking a look at your ass in this thing. You turn and crane your head over your shoulder to see the back and immediately wish you hadn’t.
“UGH gross! You could eat a whole bowl of Cheerios out of those dimples on your ass!”
There was that inner voice of yours. No more trickle of nice, Joel-style thoughts. Now just a deluge of your well honed self-criticism.
You flip the tag in your hand and look over the print. It’s on sale. Before you can think about it too much and change your mind, you shimmy out of the suit and take it to the register.
Another scorching afternoon rolls around, and you work up the nerve to suggest some pooltime to help cool off..
“Hhmmm, how ‘bout we make it a skinny dip kinda thing?” Joel waggled his eyebrows up and down theatrically, but you know he is being dead serious.
“Skinny dip for you, maybe. More like a ‘chunky dunk’ for me,” you grumble. You are already letting the voice in your head get the better of your barely-there confidence.
Never missing a beat and always managing to reframe your disparaging commentary, Joel piped up, “Yeah I got a chunk that’s gettin’ chunkier thinkin’ about us naked in the pool, and I think I know just where I’d like to dunk–”
“Shutup and get changed, pervert,” you giggle as you stand from the patio chair. He joins in a chuckle and gives your ass a little slap before sauntering down your steps and over to his house.
“See ya in 5, sweetheart. Offer for skinny dipping is still on the table.”
You stifle another laugh and shake your head. God he was so goofy and adorable sometimes. You hope that his filthy, sexy side will be the one to emerge when you debut your new bikini. This time you would not be outright lying if you postponed your swim over tummy troubles. Your stomach flipped and lurched with nerves as you look yourself up and down in the full length mirror you keep shoved behind the office door.
You were never going to feel confident enough to march over there without a care in the world, so there was no use in trying to work yourself into that mental state. You simply ignore any thoughts about it and adjust your top one last time before slipping out your back door and trudging across your yard into Joel’s.
Your skin practically prickled up in goosebumps as it greedily drank up the warm rays of sun. You feel a tinge of guilt that you have never been kind enough to your body to let it just be free and feel the world around it. You always hide it away as best as you can, shoving it into this and covering it with that. As such, some parts of it have never known the warmth of the sun hitting it or a stray breeze delicately brushing by. Your body has done so much for you. It housed you. It let you play sports. It responded enthusiastically to Joel. Instead of being grateful for all things your body has done and continues to do for you, you lash out at it and admonish its existence.
Maybe you should take a page out of Joel’s book and try to treat it with some kindness.
Said man was already waiting by the pool with the hose running to fill it up a little more. He was so handsome. Maybe you needed to pull another Joel move and dole out some compliments to him more often, too. Always preoccupied with how ugly you must look, you probably didn’t offer up enough praise for him.
“You really do look so damn good in those trunks, Joel.” The warmth of your voice draws his attention over to you with a content smirk. If there was any time you wished you’d caught something on film, it was his reaction to you.
There was an old cartoon you used to watch as a kid that had a pretty redhead lady and a wolf in a snazzy suit that who was completely enamored with her. If Joel’s eyes had the ability to shoot out in cartoonish telescopic heart style, they would’ve shot right out at you.
His jaw hung loose as he turned to face you head on. His grip on the hose never faltered, and the water meant for the pool was now splashing all over the concrete patio. It was the sort of spirited response you had hoped for, and it gave you the confidence boost you needed to get flirtatious.
“Whaddya think?”
You tilt your head to the side in a coy display. Joel licks his lips and zips his eyes over every inch of you. You take a few steps towards him and decide to lay it on a little thicker and see where it takes you.
“The pink is cute, right?” you press in a throaty hum. Your fingers glide down the strings over your shoulders and against the cups on your top. Joel’s arm drops all the way to his side, but a few of his brain cells have managed to collaborate and keep his hold tight on the hose.
“Thought you might like it.” You can see the crotch of his trunks starting to tent already, and you just can’t help yourself when you do that tug at the strings on your hips maneuver. When you let them snap against your skin, Joel drops the hose and closes the distance between you in a few hurried strides.
He stops just short of you, not wanting to get so close that he can no longer ogle. His hands hover in the air in front of you as if he can’t decide what to grab or grope first.
“Goddamn,” he breathes. His eyes widen like he’s trying to make more space for them to take in more of you.
“Joel, cut the water,” you say, pointing to the forgotten hose spewing a steady stream onto the patio. Joel doesn’t move and opts to just stare at you with a wild, hungry look. You give a feigned sigh of annoyance as you brush past him and twist the spigot off. The little bit you had to bend down to turn the water off was apparently enough to send Joel over the edge because he’s on you before you know it.
“Inside.” His voice is needy and gruff in a way you’ve never heard before. No need to get into the pool to get absolutely drenched when you’ve got this feral horndog all but pouncing on you right here and now.
“Jesus, Joel, are you in heat or something?” you tease as he pushes you backwards into the house.
The way this man was reacting to your normal as hell bikini like you were outfitted in the nastiest lingerie you could find. To be fair, you never wore anything remotely sexy or revealing, so this was as close to lingerie as Joel had ever seen on you.
Joel is seizing handfuls of you as he grips and grinds into you. The urgency in his kiss is catching, and you dart your tongue against his in a frenzied dance. He’s rock hard against you. You can feel it through his trunks on your thigh. You swallow the groan rumbling up his throat when he presses you against the roll of his hips.
He guides you to the kitchen counter and spins you around. You catch yourself on the palms of your hands as Joel jerks your hips back slightly. He spreads your legs apart with a push of his foot against yours.
“Stay just like that for me, baby.” His gravelly command locks you in place, and you wait for his next move. He crouches behind you and settles onto his knees, grunting at the ache that springs up in them regularly. He runs his hands up and down your legs and finally splay them across the expanse of your backside before pushing, pulling, and massaging the flesh there. The back panel of your bikini bottoms is now swallowed into your crease, and a surprise gasp escapes you when Joel shoves his entire face against the fabric on your crotch.
A deep groan vibrates against your clothed pussy and sends molten liquid up your spine. Joel spreads your ass open and slides his thumbs just past the junction of your thighs. His pressure gets firmer as the up and down sliding passes reach your outer lips. Your breathing is as shaky as your legs, but you try to keep in place as he asked.
One of his thumbs gently slips under the fabric and pulls it to the side, revealing your slick covered slit. You start to say his name but it’s cut off when he spits a hot pearl of saliva onto your bare cunt. You jolt at the sensation and have no time to recover before the flat of his tongue is smearing across your heat. When your hips jerk a second time at that, Joel reaches both arms through your legs and hooks them onto your thighs to hold you in place. Your belly pushes into the counter as Joel darts his tongue in and out of you, swirling and nipping at your clit.
You’re close to climax when he suddenly pulls up and pulls you flush against his chest.
“Can I take you just like this?” he rasps.
Usually you use a condom, but fuck it. There’s no way you’re pressing pause on this.
“Take it however you want it, baby,” you whine back.
Joel literally growls in reply, and you hear him shoving at the waistband of his trunks before seeing them fall to the floor and kicked to the side. You move to untie your bikini bottoms, but Joel’s hand stops you.
“No. Want ‘em on,” he grunts before lifting your leg onto the counter and shoving the fabric against your crotch aside once more.
Joel was always big to take, and his swift entry all the way to the base of his cock was a whole new feat. You were incredibly grateful that you were already so wet and sticky for him. You choke out a moan at the blissful stretch that stings just right. Joel pauses and offers a hurried apology, hoping he hasn’t hurt you in his rush to fill you up.
“Fuck me now,” you grit.
Joel does that, and more. His body has your leg pinned onto the counter while one hand is on your clit and the other going back and forth between your nipples with a pinch and a roll of his thumb and middle finger. Just like your bottoms, Joel leaves your top on and instead shoves his hands under the cups to touch you. You are grabbing at the cabinets and anything else you can find, just trying to hold on while receiving Joel’s punishing pace and thrusts.
“Ohh-ahh, Joel, I can’t-I can’t hold on,” you stutter. “Can’t hold on m-much more.”
“Make a fuckin’ mess of my cock, baby. Wanna feel you come on this cock. Pretty pink pussy in this pretty pink bikini. All fuckin’ mine.”
When he tilts your hips just so and bottoms out every pass, you careen over the edge and let out a broken sob of his name. The gripping, pulsing clench of you on his length sends Joel into his own release shortly after. He fucks you both through it and eventually slows to a sloppy roll of his hips.
He steps back enough for your leg to come off the counter but quickly steps forward again so you’re leaning against it once more. You can feel his hard pulls of air and huffs of exhales between your shoulder blades as he wraps his arms around your middle.
“God-fuckin’-damn,” he pants with a laugh.
You are completely fucked out and can’t string words together to save your life.
“You been holdin’ out on me, sweetheart. Hidin’ this pretty thing,” he hums, pulling at the strings on your hips.
You mumble something incoherent that was supposed to express that it was new and you hadn’t been keeping it from him. Joel chuckles, “Fuckin’ cockdrunk. Just how I love.”
To that you shoot him a conspiratorial smile. He pulls out of you, groaning with satisfaction as his spend leaks out of you and down your thigh.
“I think the only water activity today is gonna be a shower, sweetheart,” he chuckles against your ear. “We can save skinny dipping for next time.”
You laugh quietly, enjoying the happy dance of chemicals in your brain, and wonder to yourself if you’re ever going to make it into the pool with your new suit. With Joel around, chances are slim to none.
Thank you for the positive response to the first installment of these two (A Weight Off Your Shoulders). They are so fun to write, and based on the reception from AWOYS I just had to share this lil snippet I had already written. These two have really made a home for themselves in my brain!
Special shoutout to @thesailorofuranus for encouraging me to share more of these two with the world. I might just be working on a lil something she requested in the last one, so be on the lookout. 😈
Again ty ty ty for reading. If you wanna catch up on the series that I will be updating next, check out this link to Endless Night.
Catch ya later,
♥Puddles♥
#fic: a weight off your shoulders#joel miller#joel miller x plus size reader#pedro pascal#pedro pascal characters#joel miller hbo#tlou fic#the last of us fanfiction#oneshots
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I feel like Diluc would get horney over anything if his beloved was just a wee bit naked. Like they could be in a normal swimsuit showing a normal amount of skin and he’s already planning to drag them off somewhere so he can take it off and *****. Their skirt blows up because of the wind very briefly? He’s hard. Etc etc.
bold of you to think it requires that much. as repressed victorian gentleman extraordinaire, he sees a flash of ankle and gets all light-headed and woozy . . .
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Download: SFS / Mega
These are Aligeth's victorian swimsuits with a few tweaks and converted for more body shapes. All in all they are for:
• Maxis-size TF, AF, EF
• Lifa's trans TM, AM-EM
• Melodie9 fat TF, AF, EF
• Momma Lisa AF-EF
• Trans Momma Lisa AM-EM
Polycount: 2,406. They have fat morphs, teens and adults also have preg morphs. Categorized as swimwear. The recolors can be either standalone or repo'd to AF. The recolors of the non-Maxis body shapes are BSOK'd.
More details and previews under the cut.
The swatch
All body shapes get the same swatch. Original textures by Aligeth. I color-edited 1, 2 & 5 and added the barefoot versions (blockfeet only).
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The meshes
AF ↓
On the same file as Aligeth's AF mesh. I made some minor tweaks and added the preg morph.
TF ↓
On the same file as Aligeth's TF mesh. Minor tweaks and added preg morph.
EF ↓
Lifa's trans AM-EM (aemTr) ↓
Lifa's trans TM (tmTr) ↓
Melodie9 fat AF (afFat) ↓
Melodie9 fat TF (tfFat) ↓
Melodie9 fat EF (efFat) ↓
AF-EF Momma Lisa (aefML) ↓
AM-EM Trans Momma Lisa (aemTrML) ↓
#sims 2#download#body shapes#sims 2 cc#ts2cc#s2cc#s2cc historical fantasy#clothing:swimwear#AMTr#momma lisa#TrML#fat family
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⚠️This post is Girl mom! Abby x BLACK! reader- if that isnt your cup of tea dont drink it‼️
♡ so for the sake of this were gonna pretend like women can biologically have children with eachother (i know about reciprocal ivf, i’d just rather not have any men involved at all)
♡ abby is just so sweet with your baby girl, she knew when she first held your baby girl that your she was going to be an angel.
♡ shes learning how to do protective hairstyles so as soon as your baby girl gains a little fro she can help you fix up her hair- and of course giving her french braids since its her signature hair do.
♡ no matter what hair type your baby has shes taking lessons from you and/or your relatives to prefect her art in your baby’s hair type.
♡ if y’all’s baby ends up tender-headed she’s definitely picking up on that trick were you grab onto the hair before combing it out (if yk what i mean- if im not making any sense then i apologize💀).
♡ trust, as soon as that baby’s walking and comprehending things abby is teaching her that if ANYONE messes with her- she needs to bite back.
♡ and of course, that was the root of your baby’s little attitude- shes still getting gold stars and green cards in the classroom tho, not once did she get a red card.
♡ im a firm believer that abby grew up with an amy winehouse dad (jerry is a diehard fan) and insisted on your baby girl listening to amy, however, she did let you choose the music for when she was still in your tummy- thank god you two have similar music taste.
♡ also a firm believer that she LOVES r&b, your baby girl listened to A LOT of r&b in the womb and now abby plays it as bedtime music.
♡ of course this is a modern/basketball! abby au so you’re super rich- you three live in a big ole victorian style house (if u dont like it, ignore it) and have a garden in the back as well as a pool and hammocks.
♡ one day you came back from nora’s house and found abby and your child in the backyard sleeping in a hammock together, abby was laying on her back in one of her swimsuits and your little girl was laying spread out belly first on abby with her cheek smooshed on abbys chest- in a cute hello kitty one piece you had gotten her while out and about.
♡ you joined them on the hammock, abby woke up but instead of questioning you she just took you under her unoccupied arm and laid your head down on her chest right next to your baby girl.
♡ you three definitely garden together- there’s so many different fruits and veggies out there as well as your favorite flowers- you also have a whole bush of those flowers that attract butterflies.
♡ abby was hyper-aware of the racism mixed kids faced since the day your baby girl was born so once she got to that age where kids start to feel extra bold/repeat things they hear from their parents, abby was ready to make some phone calls.
♡ no matter what shes ready to defend her wife and baby, whether it be a public statement against some internet bigots, or a personal phone call to some dumb parent that doesn’t have morals around their child.
♡ she adores both of you and makes it clear to everyone that you’re her family. ♡
☆๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑๑☆
#the last of us#abby anderson#tlou#abby x reader#abby anderson x reader#abby the last of us#abby anderson x you#abby anderson x black! reader
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pjs posting every single character what they wear to bed lets go
luffy - the exact same thing he wears everyday no changes. everybody wants to kill him for this and they eventually get him out of the sleep jeans post TS but it takes an unreasonable amount of time
zoro - very little or nothing at all. naked completely. (sensory issues) nami buys him a robe so they dont have to see him naked in the middle of the night and its a compromise.
nami - she has a LOT of pjs for every occasion and when she wears her own it radically depends on what the circumstances are. keyword there is when she wears her own. chronic stealer of clothes (in general) but also especially to sleep in because people arent usually wearing their own clothes anyway. the only clothes she hasnt stolen temporarily to sleep in is luffys sleep jeans and sanjis suits and frankys sleep-speedo. everything else is fair game. she will also do this directly from the laundry pile and will never admit that to anybody. (she thinks its gross and like depending on the item of clothing yeah it is. its never TOO gross though she has standards)
usopp - normal about it. he has his own pjs and when its hot he sleeps in only his underwear and uh because of sleeping arrangements yeah its hot a lot of the time.
sanji - objectively not normal about it. sleeps in his SUITS. hes convinced out of them easier than luffy is the sleep jeans but he needs fabric covering every part of his body at all times because he has sensory issues. (nami buys him pjs but they go shopping together he slowly gets more and more extra with his pj preferences over time but they always have to cover every inch of them unless in very specific circumstances.) hes also similar to nami in the sense that he'll wear other peoples shit to bed but he's less indiscriminate and more secretive about it.
chopper - he has a small pair of pjs for when he gets cold which isn't often and it's only pants as opposed to his shorts (which are made out of pj fabric anyways)
robin - VICTORIAN NIGHTGOWN. not all of them are white, some of them are other colours. black. purple. one of them is blue and its quite pretty. post TS she gets nightgown colours matching all her family/expands out of the historical nightgowns but still wears nightgowns. (she morbidly loves the red one she bought matching luffy because it makes her look like even more of a murdered ghost than before) it's also because of sensory issues similar to zoros and the opposite of sanjis but she just opts for loose fitting clothing instead of no clothing at all. the thriller bark outfit was actually pjs. robin loved being in wano similar to zoro because the clothes there fit her sensory issues better than most regions.
franky - the same swimsuit and it didnt last long. complaints were lodged (robin doesnt mind swimsuit material normally under the light of the sun and god but uh in the case of sleeping absolutely not. chopper complained too because he likes to curl up on frankys lap and he doesnt like the swimsuit material either) he took them in and adjusted. he now has normal fabric underwear that looks like a speedo. (hand crafted by himself)
he also made modifications to his front so he'd be a better texture/softness for cuddling at literally everybodys request. he was so very happy about this honestly even though he realized the challenge of remaining indestructible but still cuddle-able he was up for it if it meant his family wanted to hug him more. (he made these changes before ts but really considered them post ts and made even better modifications then. EVERYBODY approved.)
brook - he likes historical pjs like robin does but goes for masc and fem versions hes like similar amount of normal to usopp. BUT he does have to pad his pjs with some kind of fluffy material so they're a little thicker than they would be for a normal person (nobody likes sleeping with an overly boney skeleton. and he sows them in himself) and he doesnt have to worry about getting hot because he has no body heat. (this is also why he manages to layer so many clothing items on eachother despite it being generally pretty hot) he is a robe person but not by force like Zoro is and robin will take it (sometimes they share pjs and it's an agreed upon thing unlike their younger crewmates whom of which two of them are just immature thieves.)
#modposts#op#one piece#headcanons#yeah i love making headcanon posts like this#did this instead of drawing robin in namis pjs which i will do#i just wanted to think about All Of Them you understand#jimbei btw is incredibly good to sleep with hes cold blooded which is very fun if youre sleeping with a lot of people and his outfits are#all good textures. hes got all figured out#do fishmen have scales? the only thing about sleeping with him would be his texture. is it blubber? how soft are sharks generally? i assume#soft#looked it up theyre rough RARE JIMBEI L#assuming he is the same texture as an actual whale shark which you could argue not#you could argue hes soft and i will personally be thinking this until further notice#unless oda canonifies rough jimbei ill be assuming he is soft#straw hat crew
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timbartkon 21 please for the ask game? ♡
21. Vacation
Bart squints at the blazing sun. “Remind me again why Cassie isn’t out in the heat with us?”
Kon says, “she’s doing Amazon stuff in Themyscira.” at the same time Tim says, “she’s getting back at me for ghosting her and leaving her alone for half a year when I was looking for Bruce.”
Bart nods. “Ah.” And throws himself on the beach chair. His big hair is sticking to his face and neck with sweat, and Kon gives it two minutes maximum before that starts to seriously get to him.
“You’re like a sickly, pale, dying Victorian child,” Kon says, poking at Tim with his ttk and lolling his head all the way back to look at him. Tim, who’s still wearing a suit, sans jacket, despite the heat. Kon doesn’t think he’s seen him in anything but a suit since he came back. “Your suit’s gonna get wet and ruined by sand. Put on something reasonable, like a swimsuit or something. You’ll die of heatstroke.”
Tim—in a beach chair under the shade of a beach umbrella, a good hundred feet away from the water and working on his laptop (Kon gives it four minutes until Bart snatches the laptop away and wiggles beside Tim on the beach chair, upsetting them both when Tim inevitably pushes him away and Bart drags them down onto the sand.)—gives him a flat look. “I appreciate your concern, but I think I’m good.”
“We’re supposed to be on vacation,” Kon feels the need to point out, despite none of them knowing how to relax on vacation anymore. Kon doesn’t even mind the sun like they do—he’s part-Kryptonian. The sun does nothing bad for him, he’s stretched out on a beach chair in swimshorts absorbing its rays. It’s the rest of it that gets to him.
“Some grifing vacation,” Bart grumbles, sitting up, “it’s hot and my hair gets awful when it’s hot, do either of you have a hairtie?”
Right on cue.
Tim gestures at his bag—a briefcase, on a beach blanket beside him—and Bart’s got his hair tied up between one blink and the next. Bart then flops on the blanket next to the suitcase, taking advantage of the shade, and peeks at what Tim’s doing. “ThanksTim. Are those the nuclear launch codes?”
“No, just a backdoor to the systems of a new terrorist organization,” Tim says. It’s a private beach (meaning: Tim bought it out for the day) so he can say things like that. “O sent me the access codes for some light reading a minute ago.”
“Oh.” Bart looks crestfallen. Then he perks up, “anything I can do to help?”
Tim contemplates it, and Kon again feels the need to interject, “We’re supposed to be on vacation. Relaxing. Oracle’s orders.”
And Cassie should be here suffering relaxing in horrible, itchy idleness peace with them, but her excuse got her exempted.
“This is how Bart and I relax, right Bart?” Tim says, and Bart bobs his head.
“Besides, if she didn’t want us to do any hero-ing, she would have said so,” Bart points out, which, okay, fair.
It doesn’t make sense for Oracle to have sent them here just on vacation. Kon can’t claim to know much about her motivations and the way she works, not like Tim or the Bats do, but this doesn’t seem like something she’d do just because.
“There it is,” Bart says, pointing at Tim’s laptop screen and turning it to face Kon. Kon hangs out of his chair so he can see. “The terrorist organization is based here and is growing quick and she needs us to take it down.”
“Makes sense,” Kon says. “Why didn’t she just say so?”
“Her sending us here was her saying so,” Tim says, then, “what, did you really think she just decided we needed a break?”
“Now when you say it like that-”
Bart claps, and is on his feet in a blink, “alright, come on, enough talking and lazing about. Let’s go!”
Kon floats to his feet and stretches, grins. “Got your stuff?” And Kon’s stuff too, preferably.
“What did you think was in my luggage?” Tim raises an eyebrow, slipping his laptop into his briefcase and picking it up as he stands. “Clothes?”
“Duh.” Bart taps his Flash ring with his thumb.
And, yeah. This is more like it.
(ask game)
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PEPITO!!! behold my design of this new child!!!
design notes below the cut:
- to emphasize that Pepito is not related to the general batch of eggs we know, i added fishy parts. webbed feet, ears, wings, and tail. i heard this one likes swimming.
(in light of this, i'm giving Sunny those back nubs dinosaurs have, which are obscured by their fashion a lot so, welp! still yet to figure out Em's quirky trait. "but noob, why didn't you make chayanne fishy—" chayanne had to be related to everyone else, and im not making everyone fishy)
- red-blue coloration was to match my use of blue-red on my Bobby and Tilin designs, same with the fringe and nose ring. red is the dominant color here bc the hue is present on like, 4/5 parents. pepito's eyes match carre, with hair color that's supposed to be modeled after rivers own
- that's a victorian cut swimsuit to me, so pepito's general fashion aesthetic is a callback to european swimwear from that era. i won't draw the egg in this specific get up all the time, but a hat, a wrapping cloth, and jewelry are staples. in this look, hat and scarf is to match rivers' muted look, with the gold accessories a call to mariana's god look + whatever gold jewelry quackity cubito wears
- wears eyeliner to match pa roier
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