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[coldercreation]

hiii, hello i'm in love with ur universe and wanted to do some brainstorming

how do u imagine the packs individual fashion styles? do you have some aesthetic or style in mind when writing each character going to work/uni/events etc, or is it up to imagination? like if each walked into a clothes store what's the first thing that would catch the eye of kit or natty for example

as always, take care of urself 💕

Helloo!<3 Ohh fun fun funn!

I do very much so have thoughts on this but I'm so curious to know what you guys think / have imagined??

You take care as well lovelyyy, and thank you for reading and dropping me a message xx

(edittt I had too many tags and it deleted all my hard workkk noooo)

-> I think I also had:

Izzy wears comfy shorts at home with no ulterior motives to showcase his thighs which the giants are obsessed with.

Nat <3 mittens

Nat has his warm aviator jacket for colder months - mans never getting rid of it shit was expensive when he had just one coin and one pistachio in his pocket

Liam probably wears the brightest colours - And loves his jumpers - Izzy also loves Liam's jumpers.

Kit's mission is to get everyone out of clothes at all times - he's anti fashion???

Izzy likes to dress the others up when there's a chance??

Nat <3 occasional nail polish whenever Lucy feels like it

Lime does top of the head ponytail sprout whenever his hair is long enough and needs to be off his face for work😭 - is that fashion?? - ehh its cute that's what it is

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Sorry but if your tall range is defined as “5’7 and over” I don’t think this is going to work

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The New Garbageman

Lance slowed from his run and glanced at the trash compactor sitting outside his apartment complex. He needed to catch his breath, but he hated being so close. The young man gave a disdainful look to the laborer who seemed wholly unbothered by his choice in career. 'Some men are just meant for menial crap like this,' he thought to himself, 'God knows I wouldn't be caught dead doing it.'

The jogger looked straight ahead as he passed, not wanting to make eye contact with the sucker lugging away a week's worth of his building's refuge. Lance thought the smell alone was enough to make him gag, but he was even more disturbed by the garbageman's indifference to the squishy contents leaking all over his clothes.

'At what point is that worker just considered trash himself?' Lance pondered with a grimace.

Just as he was about to escape into the entrance of the complex, a sharp ripping noise sounded behind him, followed by a clamour of things crashing to the ground.

Lance made the mistake of looking back, seeing a huge mess scattered across the sidewalk. It looked like a garbage can had exploded and now there was rotten food and crumpled papers everywhere, but that damn sanitation worker had vanished!

"The hell!" Lance shouted in anger, but his rage didn't last long.

A sudden pain stabbed him in the back and he crumpled to the ground like all the garbage had moments before. Everything went black...

Lance shook off the daze and found himself leaning against one of the garbage bins. The pain in his back didn't feel as acute anymore. All he could feel was an unusual warmth spreading from where he had been stung.

"Where is that goddamn garbage man," he growled, wincing at the litter surrounding him. He was ready to give that idiot a piece of his mind.

He put his hand on the concrete in an attempt to get himself up, but was surprised by the feeling of gloves over his fingers. Lance stared at his gloved palms with total confusion. He was sure as hell that he didn't put those old worn things on!

Then he noticed his shoes. They weren't the sneakers he'd been jogging in moments before. They were some kind of work boots!

"What the hell!" he exclaimed, wondering if he'd actually been knocked out and robbed.

Lance pushed his fears aside and began climbing to his feet, but as he did, he noticed something had appeared over his shoulders!

"Where'd this come from?" he cried, becoming more and more angry as articles of clothing just kept appearing on his body.

He was positive this dirty old jacket didn't belong to him. It was covered with stains and reeked like a public bathroom. Lance had a habit of always keeping his clothes freshly laundered and fragranced. He wouldn't even wear jeans two days in a row without washing them, so what was this raggedy work jacket doing in his back?

Lance frantically started to pull the thing off, but it seemed stuck on his waistband or something. No amount of thrashing could get him to pull the thing over his head!

He moaned in frustration and threw his fists down angrily. Then, he noticed why the jacket wouldn't come off. It took him a second to realize what he was looking at. The jacket was attached to the new pants he had on!

Lance shouted out in a state of confused panic. "Help!" he cried, not knowing what else to do, but even if someone did come over, what would he tell them? They'd never believe that his clothes were magically being replaced!

He couldn't even bring himself to look down at what he was wearing. Gone were his running shorts and tank top. In their place, a gross old jumpsuit had enveloped his body. Lance was struck by the itchiness of the course material, but he was even more horrified by how damp it felt against his skin. He didn't want to know what liquid those coveralls were saturated with; oil, sweat, or something even worse?

Lance couldn't find his phone in any of his new attire's pockets. He didn't know what was going on, but he was about to start screaming if he didn't find out soon. His breathing intensified while his heart raced out of his chest. He could feel the panic attack coming.

Then all of a sudden, he stopped...

That warm feeling in his back had washed over his entire body and told every tense muscle to relax. Lance's heart rate eased and his breathing slowed. The confusion, worry, and panic in his face was gone: a numb expression sat in its place.

Lance didn't understand why he had suddenly become so calm. Internally, he was still disgusted, horrified, and outraged, but he couldn't deny how relaxed his body had became.

Finally able to gain his bearing, the former jogger climbed up from the ground and gave his new outfit another look.

"What the hell is this thing," he wondered, but his voice had a comparatively lifeless tone.

Lance studied the clothing. The boots were caked with dirt and grime. He could feel his feet sweating inside them. In fact, his entire body felt like it was being cooked. He was completely covered from the neck down with some pretty heavy duty work wear. It was all clothing he would never be caught dead in, yet it looked kind of familiar.

Suddenly it, clicked.

"I'm dressed a goddamn garbage man," Lance spoke again with a monotoned voice.

Then his mouth moved on its own, "I am a garbage man."

The words chilled him to the core. He had not meant to say them! That warm feeling that started in his back had moved to his throat and taken over.

Before he knew it, his hands were moving on their own too. They were picking up the trash littered around him! His legs moved to, crawling his body across the concrete, and Lance couldn't do anything to stop himself.

His mouth wouldn't open when he tried! He wanted to scream! His arms and legs weren't doing what he wanted either. He was trapped in his own body! Lance couldn't speak; he couldn't run; he couldn't hide; he couldn't even panic. His own heart beat at a steady pace like he was the calmest man in the world! His lungs systematically drew in breath after calm breath, and his face was locked in an empty look of indifference...

Lance would have to get used to being around the trash. He was a garbageman now...

One Year Later...

Lance had never imagined he'd be trapped as a garbage collector for this long. His body hadn't let him look back once since he walked away from his old life. Who knows what happened to his apartment and family. He'd long since given up on the idea of ever going back to his old life.

His days were now spent being puppettered to take out other people's trash. It was disgusting hard work that he got no thanks for, but that didn't matter. He wasn't in control of his body, and his body just kept lugging rank bags of garbage day after day after day.

He'd been subjected to millions of dirty looks as people caught sight of him. Lance knew he must seem pathetic. He was sure he smelled even worse. How could anyone respect a man like him? Even after a year, his face still burnt red when someone looked grossed out by him.

The discomfort of his uniform has become normal to Lance. It was itchy and humid under there, which made sense since it hadn't been washed in the all the time he'd had it on.

Well, that wasn't entirely true...

Every night after work, his body would hop on the garbage truck and get dropped off at the sanitation department's parking garage. There he and the rest of the garbage crew would hose each other down. It didn't do much other than make him cold, but at least he got that.

After the makeshift shower, he and the rest of the guys would file into the garage. Lance assumed that every one of the laborers were being used as puppets like him, because they appeared just as numb and lifeless as he did. There was no chummy chitchat; there were no friendly waves or claps on the back; hell there wasn't even a smile or frown on any of their faces.

All the garbagemen acted like robotic slaves for unpaid labor, which is exactly what they were.

Lance's theory was that when he'd felt that pain a year ago, he'd had some sort of Syfy-futuritic-techno crap inserted in his back. It had to be controlling his actions. He could feel it on his spine, sending signals to the resto for his body for how to behave.

It was just a theory. He couldn't prove or disprove anything when he had no autonomy over his own body.

So he was stuck seeing himself play out the same awful routine everyday. 'At least the day's almost over,' he thought to himself. At least he could still dream of a life where he didn't wear this disgusting uniform and pick up garbage all day.

Lance's body joined the rest of the men on the floor. This was where they spent their nights. Whoever was controlling them was clearly too cheap to buy them beds let alone showers or laundry machines

It usually got pretty bleak in there: a whole room of men that aren't allowed to talk or interact outside of working together. There was nothing else to do but sleep, so Lance slid down to the concrete and closed his eyes, wondering if he would ever be anything other than a smelly garbageman ever again.

He thought back to his old life, dreaming about that last morning run he'd gotten before all this happened. He fantasized about what would have happened if he'd just ran around the block one more time.

Would he have avoided this fate or was he just destined for menial crap like this?

Thanks for the Ask, workgearfan

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Guilty as Sin? — Chapter 6

pairing: professor!javier peña x f!reader

rating: series is 18+ only, minors DNI, professor/student dynamic, jealousy, brief glimpse of drunk Javi, phone sex but not really, oral (fem!rec), protected piv, dirty talk, little bit of angst thrown in at the beginning, sort of rough!javi? but nothing too crazy

word count: 4.8k

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A month went by, summer fading into early fall and bringing a slight chill to the air with it. Things between you and Javier were only slightly awkward, and only when you were alone together. In class, he treated you like a prized pupil but nothing more. In your TA lab, he spoke to you like a colleague. But to say either of you seemed content with the emotional and physical distance after the night you shared together would be a lie. 

You thought of him incessantly, his lips often becoming the focus of your mid-lecture daydreams. You liked to imagine that he stole glances at you too when you weren’t looking, but his gaze never seemed to linger long. He remained respectful, but there was no denying the lingering tension between the two of you. 

Even so, there was nothing that could be done for the secret longing you felt every time he walked into a room. You’d come to peace with that fact. Mostly. 

It was hard not to think of him as you got ready for a date that was set up by your new friend, the one you’d taken to sitting by in Javier’s lectures, Mayte. She’d been so eager to pull you out of the funk your “situationship” left you in, though you managed to leave out just who that situationship was in. The guy—Kade—she set you up with was a friend of her older brother, who she assured you had good taste in friends. That had yet to be seen. 

He’d invited you to the UT vs Texas A&M football game—not your usual scene but a fun chance to get out of the house. You wore a simple pair of jeans and a new sweater you’d recently bought to help boost your confidence. Casual, but put together at the very least. 

You insisted on arriving separately, wanting a quick escape plan if shit went sour—which it usually did. Meeting him in front of the ticket office of the stadium, you were surprised to find out he was handsome. Tall, with dark brown skin, and even darker eyes. He looked to be in shape underneath his long-sleeved University of Texas t-shirt and joggers. Perhaps maybe too in shape. 

“Hey,” he greeted you with a smile, pulling you in for an awkward side hug. 

“Hey,” you replied, nervously fidgeting as he led you up to the security check in. 

“You’re prettier than the pictures Mayte showed me,” he offered, glancing at you from over his shoulder as he waited for the guard to scan the tickets on his phone. You gave him a forced chuckle. After all, you weren’t sure if that was supposed to be a compliment. 

After making it through security, he led you over to the concessions counter and the long line in front of it. 

“You’re tall,” you observed, hating the way charm seemed to evade you when speaking to men. Except for Javier, that is. 

“Yep,” he chuckled. “So…do you come to games a lot?”

“No,” you playfully scoffed. “Football isn’t really my thing.”

“Oh,” he muttered, turning to face the menu. 

A damn near intolerable silence fell over the two of you for a while, both of you quietly shuffling ahead each time someone moved out of the line. When it was time to order and the cashier asked if it would be together or separate, things got even more awkward as you replied in unison. 

“Together, please.”

“Separate’s fine.”

The conflicting responses had the cashier raising an eyebrow. 

“I’m actually fine, so…go ahead,” you said, gesturing for him to order. He gave you a look of irritation before sighing and walking off without explanation. 

You looked at the cashier for help processing what just happened, but she looked just as confused as she shrugged as asked, “First date?”

“Last date, too,” you chuckled, choosing to find the humor in the situation rather than letting it chip away at you. 

You found the exit of the stadium, shaking your head as you swung the glass door open only to hit—

“Javi,” you breathed. There he was in all his casual glory. A simple t-shirt and jeans that threatened to make you fall to your knees. 

“Hey,” he managed, his voice breathy as he took you in. For the first time in the last month, you actually felt something from him. Longing, perhaps. Regret, more realistically. You were about to comment on his presence at such a big event, Javier not exactly seeming like the type to show up to a college football game, but were cut off by an appearance on his left. 

There, slipping her hand around his arm, was a bright eyed blonde that looked to be in her early thirties. 

“Excuse us,” she said, pushing past you and dragging Javier along with her. You watched with a look of horror as he gave you a lingering glance from over his shoulder before disappearing into the crowd. 

You felt sick—not the kind of sick that makes you want to curl up in a ball and cry. No, actually and truly sick. You forced your feet to carry you out of this godforsaken stadium, the fresh air helping to settle your stomach a bit as vomit threatened to creep its way up your throat. Funny how your heart had such control over your body, taking its frustrations out on your poor stomach. You mentally blacked out between the stadium entrance and arriving at your car, only remembering the fit you threw once you were safely in the confines of it.  

Sure, one could argue that you, yourself, had just been on a date with a very handsome man, and that Javier had every right to date around as well. But that would be a logical way to deal with these feelings of betrayal, and when it came to Javier, logic never won. 

You attempted to drown out thoughts of how Javier’s date was progressing as the evening faded into night, busying your mind with studying for the bar exam. You stayed up late, sleep evading you no matter how tired your eyes grew. It seemed every time you closed your eyes you saw his face, that look of helplessness in his eyes. 

You wanted to smooth the worry lines on his forehead away with soft kisses, wanted to shove that pretty blonde off of him and claim him as yours. Jealousy, it seemed, had turned you primal. 

As you settled into bed, this time vowing you’d actually manage to go to sleep, your phone started to buzz on your nightstand. You scowled at the bright light, reaching over and accepting the call without thinking. 

“Hello?” you demanded. 

“Hey.” Javier’s voice both soothed and wounded you at the same time. “Shit. I didn’t—I thought I’d get your voicemail.”

“Javi?” you asked, as if you couldn’t pick his voice out in a crowd of a thousand. “What—it’s like…shit. It’s three in the fucking morning. Why are you calling me?”

“I know,” he sighed, his words slurred. “I just…couldn’t stop thinking about you.” 

You scoffed, rolling onto your back to stare at the ceiling. “Figured your date would’ve kept you distracted.”

“There’s that jealousy I love so much,” he crooned, and you could practically see him smirking. “She was a mistake. I just…I don’t fucking know. Needed to try to get you out of my system.”

“And did it work?” you asked, your tone still clipped. “Did fucking her make you forget about me for a while?”

“I didn’t fuck her,” he promised. “Didn’t even make it through the game. Well, actually that’s not true. I caught the end of it at a bar, then proceeded to get piss drunk because I couldn’t stop thinking about this girl you might know. Clever, brilliant, has the prettiest pussy I’ve ever fucking seen—“

Definitely still piss drunk, then. 

“Javi,” you groaned, covering your face with your palm. “You’re being…cruel.”

“No, I’m not,” he argued. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Having to see you day in and day out, not getting to talk to you, not trusting myself alone with you. Now that’s fucking cruel.”

“So what?” you snapped. “You called me up just to tell me how much you want me but can’t have me?”

“I called you up to tell you I don’t give a fuck if I can’t have you,” he said, his voice so deep and warm it made your thighs squeeze together. “I fucking need you, cariño.”

“Yeah?” you asked, hating—and loving—the ease in which he coaxed you back into this mess of a situation. You bit your lip as you slipped your free hand down your stomach to the waistband on your bottoms. “Tell me how bad you need me, Javi.”

He groaned into the line, the sound of his zipper coming undone urging you to slip your hand further into your bottoms, your fingers finding you soaked with need. 

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Need you so bad. That pretty pussy, the taste of you on my tongue.” 

You let out a soft moan at the memory of Javier between your thighs, the scent of him on his bedsheets surrounding you. “Next time, I’m gonna give you my dick. See just how much of it you can take. How’s that sound? Bet you’ll take it all, won’t you, baby?”

“Shit, Javi,” you whined, swirling your fingers around your swollen bud. “Your voice…”

“Yeah? You like touching yourself listening to my voice, cariño?” he husked, a teasing lilt to his voice that made you throb with arousal. “

“Mmhm,” you moaned, slipping two fingers inside of yourself. 

“Good,” he said. “I’m fucking my hand to the sound of yours, too.” 

“Let me come over,” you begged. Your hand didn’t feel good enough, not like his did. “Please?”

“It’s late,” he cautioned.  

“I don’t care.” It was Friday night, after all. There was an entire weekend ahead of you to catch up on sleep. 

“I’m too drunk,” he said, sounding as if he was trying to convince himself rather than you. “Tomorrow night.”

You deflated a bit, slipping your hand out of your bottoms. 

“Doesn’t feel good when you’re not here,” you admitted with a pout. “You not only ruined me for all men but also for myself, apparently.” 

Javier laughed, the sound bringing a smile to your face. “God, I’ve missed you.” 

“I missed you, too,” you whispered, bashful and girlish. The exact kind of tone you used to tease your friends for using with their significant other. Funny how the tables have turned. 

“What were you doing at the game earlier?” he asked, thankfully picking up on the fact that your body had no interest in feeling good unless it was with him. “Didn’t take you for a football fan.”

“I’m not,” you chuckled. “Just had a…date. If you could call it that.”

“A date, huh?” You grinned at the way his tone seemed to shift. “And how did that go?” 

“He told me I looked prettier than I did in my pictures, asked for a separate bill at the concession stand, and then walked off when I told him I didn’t want anything,” you explained. “Pretty tame compared to some of my dating horror stories. Actually, I’m not sure I’ve ever been on a good date in my life. Not even with my ex.”

“How about we fix that tomorrow?” he said, his voice a casual drawl. You bit your lip to try and tame your smile. 

A date with Javier. Not a hookup, not a one-time thing to relieve some tension. A date. 

“I’d like that,” you said. “Where you gonna take me?”

“That’s a good question,” he chuckled. “Anything I should steer clear of?”

You weren’t sure you’d ever been asked that before a date. Typically, if they even bothered to make a plan, it was just going out for food at a restaurant they loved, going to see a game that you had no interest in, or worse, a male-led action film. 

“I’d probably steer clear of places where men congregate in crowds,” you chuckled. “And places that are loud. Besides that, I’m pretty flexible.”

“I hope to find out just how flexible you are, cariño,” he crooned. before chuckling at himself. Drunk Javier certainly was a lot more generous with his flirtation, and you made a mental note to get him drunk again sometime just to hear that filthy mouth run freely. “No men in flocks and no loud rooms, I can work with that.”

After setting a loose plan for tomorrow night—Javier picking you up at six and whisking you off to a surprise location you still had yet to figure out—you ended the call with a shit-eating grin on your face. Sleep evaded you again for an entirely new reason. 

Excitement. 

Javier arrived at your place with five minutes to spare, his melodic knocks causing you to jolt as you reapplied your favorite lip balm—if tonight went the way you hoped it would, lipstick would only cause a mess. You hurried to the door, swinging it open with a grin. 

“Hey,” he breathed, a boyish smile creeping up on his face as took you in from head to toe. 

You still had no idea what he had planned, but he gave you a few things to work off of: casual clothes, a hoodie in case it got cold, and an overnight bag. 

Your eyes fell to the bouquet of red carnations in his left hand, your brow raising at the gesture you’d only ever seen in movies. “Never had someone give me flowers before.”

“God, I hate your exes,” he sighed, shaking his head as he held the flowers out for you to take. “First of many, I hope.”

Your mouth twisted as your grin bordered the line of full on goofy. You lifted the bouquet up to your nose, breathing in the fresh scent. “This is very sweet of you, Dr. Peña.”

“Oh?” he chuckled. “Back to Dr. Peña now, huh?”

“Mmhm,” you smirked. “Maybe if you impress me tonight I’ll call you professor.” 

“Jesus,” he groaned, invading your space. He settled one hand on your hip, the other cupping your cheek as he leaned in and kissed you like a starved man. You grinned into the kiss, pushing at his chest to coax him away. 

“Bold for a first date,” you noted, relishing in the dimpled, lust drunk smile he gave you. 

“You’re right,” he said, stepping back only to have you pull him in tighter, your lips finding his again. Javier hummed softly into the kiss, his thumb stroking over your cheek. He gave you one last peck, something so soft and tender that there was no confusing it for anything but sheer affection. “We should get on the road, though.”

“The road?” you asked, your brow raised. “You whisking me off somewhere?”

“Mmhm,” he hummed, tugging you tighter to his chest. “Figured we could take a little trip to the lake. Wouldn’t have to worry about anybody seeing us.” 

You weren’t sure why all the sneaking around was so thrilling to you. Surely, it would grow old eventually, but today certainly wasn’t that day. “In that case, I should probably bring my laptop.”

“I’ll just give you an A,” he said, stopping you from walking back into your apartment by giving you another dizzying kiss. 

“You’re not my only professor,” you reminded him with a smirk, relishing in the near-possessive squeeze he gave your hips before letting you go. He waited in the doorway, watching you dart around your tiny space collecting the last of what needed to be packed. “You’re allowed to come inside, you know?”

Javier chuckled, “Good to know.”

“Not like that,” you snorted. “Although…”

“See, that’s exactly why I can’t come in,” he said. “I might just say to hell with our reservation and hole up in here with you all weekend.”

“The walls here are too thin for that,” you joked, stuffing your laptop and notebook into your bag. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, Javier finally came inside to help you with your overnight bag. 

“Come on,” he coaxed, nudging his head toward the door. “Thicker walls await.”

The ride from Austin to the small lakeside town of Horseshoe Bay was a little over an hour, that time spent in conversation with the university’s most unsocial professor. But he wasn’t that crabby, brooding professor with you. No, Javier was an entirely different man. You’d begun to piece together a more concrete idea of the man you’d become fascinated with almost instantaneously, rounding out his sharp edges with bits of his past. 

He’d told you about his family, or at least what remained of it. He was an only child, his father a rancher in Laredo that he only sees on holidays due to the distance between them. His mother had passed years ago, you learned, right after Javier had graduated from high school. 

You listened intently as he fed you bits of his childhood, painting the scene in bright yellows and an achingly palpable nostalgia. He claimed he was a quiet child, not fully coming into his own until college. 

At this you felt a tug of familiarity. You’d never been popular, not until college rolled around and offered you a fresh start. 

In exchange for his past, you told him about your own—your parents, the world you came from, the sort of girl you were as a child and how she never really left you, even now. He rested his hand on your knee as he listened to you, glancing at you every now and again with that look of sheer interest that made it difficult to remember what you’d been saying. 

It was all so deliciously vulnerable and intimate, the giving of one’s past to a soul who never had the chance to experience it with you. Javier didn’t seem the type to open up unless he felt it absolutely necessary, which only added to the frenzy of butterflies in your stomach. He felt you were necessary, that you were deserving of receiving him in the past, present, and if you’d be so bold to guess, future. 

By the time you arrived at the hotel he’d booked, it was half past seven. The stars had come out, stealing the spotlight away from the red autumn sunset over the resort. You stood beside him as he checked the two of you into your suite, your stomach flipping with anticipation over what was to come. 

This was no one-night stand or temporary fix to the issue at hand. No, this trip marked the first time you’d sleep in his bed, the first time you’d share dinner with him, the first time you’d get to feel him, the first time that you’d get an unfiltered glimpse at the man you’d fallen for without ever truly knowing. A small part of you trembled because of that fact, that this entire fantasy could come crumbling down overnight, but despite all of your concerns, you simply couldn’t bring yourself to truly consider the possibility. 

Truthfully, if he hadn’t irked you yet—a woman who’s admittedly very easily irked by men—then it wasn’t likely he’d begin to now. Beyond that logic, there was a different part of your psyche—the part that believed in true love despite the scars earned in attempt to attain it—that felt safe in his hands. Perhaps it was the way he’d handled the situation with Derrick, or maybe it was the amount of willpower he displayed the night he asked you to come over. Either way, Javier had firmly established himself as a good man in your eyes. 

A good man that was capable of conjuring the filthiest of fantasies inside your head. 

The tension between you only seemed to tighten as you made your way up to the suite. You walked behind him, admiring the broadness of his shoulders that tapered into a slim waist, his strong hands carrying an overnight bag in each. You had half a mind to shove those bags to the floor so that his hands could hold you instead, but managed to find the patience necessary to make it into the room. 

“The key’s in my front pocket,” he said, turning to face you as you reached your suite. You licked your bottom lip as you reached out to slip the card from his pocket before deciding on something a bit more sinful. Sliding your hand across denim, you bypassed his pocket in favor of palming him through his jeans. Javier raised an eyebrow at you, his eyes falling to your hand as you gave him a squeeze. “That’s not my pocket.”

“Oh, is it not?” you asked, feigning innocence. “I must’ve gotten lost.”

Javier hissed as you stroked him through his jeans, his now hard length straining against the confines of the rigid denim. “If you don’t hurry up and—“

You slid your hand away, slipping the keycard out of his pocket with a smirk. “So impatient.”

“I’m the impatient one?” he asked through a chuckle, opening the door of the suite and guiding you inside. “I’m not the one who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.”

You stood in front of the massive king-sized mattress you’d be sharing with your professor. Biting your lip, you couldn’t help but imagine the things that might occur later on between you in those crisp white sheets. Javier seemed to follow your train of thought as he came to stand behind you, his fingertips trailing down your arm until he was weaving your hands together. You pressed back into him, exposing more of your neck. Javier leaned in, his lips soft and warm against your pulse as he pressed a featherlight kiss there. 

“I made dinner reservations,” he mumbled, tracing the line of your jaw with the bridge of his aquiline nose. You let out a soft gasp as he nipped at your jaw while bringing your entwined hands between your bodies. He guided your hand to the bulge in his jeans and pressed himself closer, a sinful sigh slipping from his lips. “We should get going.”

He made no move to do such a thing, instead choosing to spin you around and crash his lips into yours. You moaned into it, cupping his face with both hands as he gently laid you on the mattress. He stood up straight and watched you with a drunk look in his eyes as he peeled off his sweater, throwing it across the room. “Had to change anyways.”

You followed his lead, stripping off your top layer in a scramble before moving to do the same with the skirt and tights you’d worn with the hope of taunting him, but he stopped you. Instead, he unbuckled his belt and set it beside you on the bed with a sinful gleam in his eyes.

“Skirt on?” you asked, giving him a smirk. Javier popped the button of his jeans undone and unzipped himself, shucking his jeans down just enough to free himself. 

“Mmhm,” he hummed, stroking himself a couple times before lowering to his knees and tugging you to the edge. 

“And the tights?”

He smirked as he pressed a kiss on the inside of your thigh. “Depends on how much you care about those tights.”

“Not at all,” you purred, combing your fingers through his hair. Javier gave your flesh a tender bite--a signature of his, you were learning. Spreading your thighs wider to accommodate his broad shoulders, Javier ripped the tights in half where your thighs met to expose you to him. 

You’d forgone underwear for this specific reaction--Javi’s dark eyes flaring with desire, that skilled tongue of his swiping across his bottom lip, his hands gripping the meat of your thighs so hard you hoped it would leave a mark. 

“Fuck me,” he groaned, wasting no time as he leaned in and tasted you like it was the first time. Just like before, your mind was sent reeling, trying to comprehend how something--or someone--could possibly make you feel this good. He tasted you with unabashed eagerness, clearly using his free hand to stroke himself as he drank you down. “You wanna come like this, baby? Or do you want my cock?”

You moaned at the question, feeling yourself empty and fluttering around nothing. 

“I want your cock,” you managed, albeit a bit more bashful than his delivery. 

Javier placed a far too sweet kiss on your swollen bud before standing again, the sight of him and his dominance and his tenderness all driving you mad in different ways. You wanted this man, wanted to have him and keep him all to yourself, wanted to know him and be known by him in a way that no one else ever had. If this was to be your end, those strong hands and kind eyes, then at least it would be a happy one. 

He stroked himself with one hand while he walked over to his bag and located a condom. Tearing the foil open with his teeth—a sight you’d never imagined could be so fucking arousing—he returned to you, rolling the condom down his length. 

“You’re so…beautiful, Javi,” you breathed, watching him as he lined himself up at your entrance. He paused there, bending forward to kiss you with such tenderness, such affection that you nearly forgot where you were and what you were doing. He took those few seconds of dazed bliss to press into you, just enough to acclimate you to his size. He swallowed down your gasp, giving you another inch before stilling again. 

When he was finally fully seated inside your warmth, you let your head fall back against the mattress, a choked moan filling the room as he ground himself deep, his lips finding your pebbled nipples. “Fuck, Javi.” 

“Is it good, cariño?” he asked, his voice taking on a rougher edge. 

It wasn’t just good, it was…perfect. The way he felt, the feelings he stirred within you, the look in his eyes when he lifted his head from your chest to watch your eyes roll as he withdrew himself only to press back in. Absolutely, devastatingly perfect.  

“So good,” you moaned instead, holding his face in your hands as he picked up his pace, his hips snapping into yours. 

“Shit,” he hissed, dropping his head to watch himself disappear inside of you. 

You balled up your skirt to sit around your waist, determined to let him get the perfect view as your eyes squeezed shut, the sparks of pleasure from each thrust making it hard to see straight. 

“Feelssofuckinggood, baby,” he slurred in a moan, sounding almost as drunk as he did on the phone the night before. “Such a perfect fucking pussy.”

You keened at his praise, lifting your hips to meet his thrusts. Javier groaned, pinning your knees toward your chest as he stood upright and began to fuck you without inhibition. All you could do was cry his name and lose yourself in the clouds of euphoria as his hips snapped into yours hard enough to carve his name into them. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, hugging your thighs to his chest and guiding your ankles to rest on his shoulder. “You’re gonna make me come, baby. That what you want? Hm?”

“Fuck, yes,” you whined, feeling the knot in your belly tighten at his voice. 

“You gotta come first,” he panted, licking his thumb before bringing it down to your swollen and throbbing bud. Your walls clamped down on him, earning a growl as he picked up his pace. “C’mon, baby. C’mon.”

“Javi, shit—“ Your vision went white before you could even get the words out, your walls fluttering around his cock as you came harder than you ever had before. Javier let out a strangled moan, leaning down to kiss your lips as he sought his own release. “Good fucking girl.”

You clung to him for dear life, fearing that if you let go, you’d float off into oblivion and never return. Javier hissed, soft moans filling the room along with the sharp slap of skin as he pumped himself into you once, twice, three times before pressing himself as deep as he could go. He laid his head on your chest as he came, whispering filth in Spanish that had you ready for another round.  

“Fuck,” you sighed, content and satiated for now. A laugh slipped past your lips before you could contain it, causing Javier to lift his head off your chest, a lazy, and yet almost smug, smile on his face. 

“What?” he chuckled. 

“We’re fucked,” you said, laughing again, this time joined by Javier. 

“Completely and utterly fucked,” he agreed. 

[beatrixstonehill2]

Stephanie walked through the store, her belly pushing outward, only five months with sextuplets, her fly wide open to accommodate its growth. She was struggling her hardest just to shop, to do any normal task. Her doctor just had to put her on these new fertility drugs. She was a college professor, teaching history. She could barely focus on her job, so many handsome studs and gorgeous girls in her classes. The males were all muscular, horny as hell, the girls rolled their eyes at the constant advances and lewd remarks, their fingers drumming on their own pregnant bellies as they tried to listen. Every guy had a big erection fighting to escape their jeans or shorts. Every girl's breasts were bloated and growing, staining their tops with milk. There were even as few trans girls in her classes, beautiful and fattening, shifting in place constantly, fighting their own erections, their fat bellies bulging out, their own breasts swollen and leaking milk, dealing with both problems. Distracted as can be.

Stephanie was never so obscene or horny, but the insurance company the university gave the students always pumped them full of hormones. Dick growth pills. Fertility drugs. Steroids. Breast growth pills. All of her students were hyper sexualized. She was grateful she escaped this new trend of prescriptions.... Until it finally happened to her. She wanted to throw out her script and be her normal self, but gave into temptation. Only five months in and she was hardly functional anymore, in the grocery store, sweating through her clothes. She fucked four different guys on the way up. They were so handsome, in her defense. Two were shirtless joggers, another was a well-dressed business man, the other was a married guy out with his nineteen-year-old pregnant daughter, who was wearing a frilly sundress. ..... Stephanie ate the girl out as the dad fucked her. Then the daughter ate her out as the girl's father fucked his own pregnant daughter, quite harshly in the ass.

Stephanie was delirious from the constant sex and masturbation. Everyone was staring. But she had to have enough willpower just to get her shopping done! It was so simple.... her brain wasn't this broken, was it? She started picking out produce, when she spotted a tall, handsome Latino guy with his buddies, all wearing basketball shorts and tank tops. Her heart raced. She looked them up and down. They looked at her. Fifteen minutes later she sighed, picking up her clothes off the men's room floor in the supermarket. The men pissed on her clothes before leaving her, naked, even sweatier, covered in cum, and a bit bruised up. She bit her lip, sniffing her clothes. She loved the odor...... She put her filthy clothes back on, swearing this time she'd grab her groceries and get out. Heading to the restroom exit, a man entered. He was barrel-chested, muscular, covered in tattoos. The man took one look at her big sweaty belly. She felt weak in the knees.

"Oh fuck," she whispered, knowing exactly what would happen next.

[anarchywoofwoof]

whenever someone wants to start blabbering about how damaging shoplifting and theft is to a business, particularly a place like Walmart, Target or nearly any big box retail establishment, be sure to look up the company's annual revenue.

and when you start playing out the numbers, it gets absolutely fucking absurd real fast.

for example, let's use Walmart.

the CEO of Walmart - Doug McMillon - his net worth is $280 million.

this is a person who made $24.1 million in fiscal 2023 alone.

that's about 933x the median salary of a Walmart employee.

let's have some more fun with numbers, shall we?

if you used only the ceo's salary of $24.1 million per year here's what you could buy in (men's) clothes from Walmart!

300,000 Hanes Men's ComfortSoft Crewneck T-Shirt - Pack Of 5 ($20)

500,000 Athletic Works Men's Crew Socks - Pack of 12 ($11)

250,000 George Men's Cotton Stretch Regular Leg Boxer Briefs - Pack of 6 ($20)

250,000 George Regular Fit Jeans - 1 pair ($13)

250,000 George Men's 38mm Single Loop Casual Belt - 1 belt ($7)

150,000 Athletic Works Men's Banded Jogger Slip-on - 1 pair ($15)

and he would still have $350,000 left over!

mind you - this is only the CEO!

Walmart CFO (Chief Financial Officer) John David Rainey made $39,725,601 during the same time period.

Walmart Chief Technology and Development Officer Suresh Kumar made $16,107,812 during the same time period.

Sam's Club President & CEO Kathryn McLay made $11,934,475 during the same time period.

Walmart President & CEO of Walmart International Judith McKenna made $13,526,160 during the same time period.

collectively, Walmart's Executive Staff was compensated to the tune of $120,900,000 during fiscal 2023.

so you know those numbers up there? all of those clothes that you can now commonly find locked behind glass at your local Walmart that you could buy with the CEO's annual salary?

multiply those figures by five, and now you have what you could buy with ONE YEAR of all of the Walmart executives' pay combined.

that's enough to give everyone in the City of Chicago, IL two free t-shirts.

the name of the game is greed. this is one corporation - albeit a huge one. and just one single solitary fiscal year of earnings.

extrapolate this across 5-10 years. could you imagine the untold number of lives we could change if these executives agreed to forego their insane salaries for a short period of time? it would almost certainly not cause them any undue struggle because of the sheer amount of wealth and resources they have.

it'll never happen, but don't let anyone convince you that it has to be this way. we are being gaslit by people with more money than we will ever see in many lifetimes so that they can live a life of luxury unseen by 90% of the population. stop letting them pull the wool over your eyes and call it what it is: pure, unadulterated greed.

[menhera-info-archieve]

Styling Menhera more "Masculinely"

Recently I've seen more interest in how to wear menhera and related styles if you typically present more masculine, so I'd like to address that today. This post will sort of be a continuation of this ask, but instead of discussing particular brands we'll focus on how to style your coords to have a more masculine feel to them.

Firstly though, a disclaimer: this post is not a set of rules to be followed, nor a statement on what men/masc people should or shouldn't wear. It's simply a list of ideas that might help if you want to present more traditionally (?) masculine for whatever reason. I think part of the appeal of menhera is nonconformity and NOT trying to fit into what society expects, so please don't misinterpret this post as trying to tell you what to do!

With that out of the way, it's worth noting that the tops you wear will largely be the same. Of course, avoiding tops with a large amount of bows, frills, etc also helps, but other than that I believe that most tops can be styled in a masculine way. So like in any menhera coord you'll have a top wth vent art on it. Often it will be oversized, but a regular fit is also okay.

sources: 1, 2, 3

I would say the biggest difference between feminine menhera styling and masculine menhera styling is the bottoms (and the impact this has on the overall silhouette). Where a feminine silhouette often uses short shorts/skirts/bloomers with OTKs and/or legwarmers, you’ll have an easier time going for a masculine look with longer shorts, joggers, other comfortable straight leg pants, or even jeans.

sources: 1, 2

The silhouette will change a lot depending on what type of bottom you choose. Experiment with whether you prefer an overall baggy look (baggy sweatpants with an oversize top) or a contrasting baggy top with a (comparatively) tighter straight leg bottom.

sources: 1, 2

While it's not necessary, some brands also make menhera print joggers/sweatpants if you feel left out of extra prints via OTKs. The ones pictured below are by SoftNGloomStyle on etsy

source: 1

here are a few more examples of different outfits using the same/similar tops.

sources: 1, 2

source: 1

You'll notice that I've mostly been using yamikawaii (dark color) examples. This is because it's a bit harder to make yumekawaii/pastels feel masculine. That doesn't mean you shouldn't try though!

source: 1

Regardless of how you feel about Ezaki Bisuko, he provides us good examples of pastels in a masculine silhouette (I don't think I've ever seen anyone else do menhera polo shirts before? But this could be replicated with a button up!)

source: 1

The pastels are more subtle on this one, but it still felt worth showing. Despite using a few more "feminine" accessories, this person balanced their outfit with the bottoms and layering for a more genderless feel.

source: 1

Including this one to show something a little different: this features a male seifuku top! Just to remind you not to feel like you can't mix elements.

Finally, the last thing I'll talk about is accessories. Most menhera coords should only have a couple accessories and I would say this goes doubly so if you're trying to present masculinely. Keep accessories few and impactful.

One accessory I feel is overlooked in menhera is hats! If you're avoiding hair accessories and bows, hats are a good way to tie together an outfit as well.

sources: 1, 2

hats should be a fairly accessible option as well because

redbubble semi recently started printing on hats, so many menhera designs can be put on them

they can be diy-ed by purchasing a fitting patch or pin and adding them on

you could go even further by making your own design with fabric marker/embroidery/etc. because of the size, hats are probably an easier project than making a shirt design this way

to briefly touch on other accessories: you can use most of them, but be cautious. Overall most masculine coords I have seen use much more simple types of jewelry on their necklaces/bracelets/chokers/etc such as leather, chord, and metal and don't often feature large or elaborate decorations. Still, feel free to experiment with what works!

[telekinetictrait]

"A happy ending was imperative. I shouldn't have bothered to write otherwise. I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction allows." (Maurice – E.M. Forester, written in 1913, published posthumously in 1971)

i forgot to do a full body screenshot of the second 1920s look :( but the headshot will be under the cut! argh!!!!!!

23 years left :)

1800s directory / 1900s directory

cc links under the cut!

see my resources page for genetics

keaton : get together hat / base game hair / get famous suit + shoes

kit : base game hair / chere-indolente's newlyn fisherman cableknit / cyber-frog-cc's modern man trousers / seasons boots

levin : coeurdavide's boaters for the boys / i don't remember where the hair is from sorry :( / cyber-frog-cc's modern man shirt and trousers / mmoutfitters' fancy feet shoes recolor

lonnie : i don't remember where the hair is from sorry :( / linzlu's 1910's mens set (download here) / get together shoes

maxwell : historysims4's mr hat + antoine hair + not so formal outfit

neil : happylifesims' 1930's fedora hat / twentiethcenturysims' swan suit / base game shoes

norris : cottage living hat + outfit / seasons boots

oberon : johnnysimmer's kyrie hair / vroshii's vintage vest and pants / get together shoes

odie : johnnysimmer's kyrie hair / twentiethcenturysims' tommy knicker suit / get famous socks / vintage glamour shoes

patrick : base game hair / wyattssims' tucked button up with long sleeves / simstrouble's robby trousers / base game socks + shoes

phocas : all base game!

reiner : johnnysimmer's ramdi hair / madameriasims4's retro polo / wyattssims' high rolled pants with rope belt / base game socks + shoes

ryland : paranormal hair / happylifesims' harold lloyd turtleneck / paranormal pants / base game shoes

shelton : sheabuttyr's andre afro / paranormal open suit / makesims' rolled corduroys / i don't remember what pack the shoes are from but i know they're from a pack

sylvain : qrqr19's moonstone hair / base game earrings / serenity-cc's faux fur coat + terra jeans / discover university shoes??

terell : ceeproductions' sponge curls / aniraklova's vice city shirt / base game pants + shoes

tyodor : dbasiasimbr's afro mohawk / base game earrings + necklace (magic earring ken, anyone??) / bustedpixels' decades glam rock conversion / wistfulpoltergeist’s night city gloves / vampires leather pants / base game boots

ulrich : okruee's adonis hair + flowers / base game necklace / definitely not grunge revival top + pants + sneakers

upton : johnnysimmer's will hair / bustedpixels' vintage adidas jacket / nucrests' comfy loose joggers / base game sneakers

thank you to @chere-indolente @cyber-frog-cc @coeurdavide @mmoutfitters @linzlu @historysims4 @happylifesimsreblogs @twentiethcenturysims @johnnysimmer @vroshii @wyattssims @simstrouble @madameriasims4 @sheabuttyr @makesims @qrqr19 @serenity-cc @ceeproductions @aniraklova @dbasiasimbr @bustedpixels @wistfulpoltergeist @okruee @mossylane and @nucrests !!!

as promised, heres what would have been the second 20s look (miles)

[avocado-writing]

Hello, I’m back, I previously sent a comment your way, I’ve kind of come up with something with Crowley. I’ve been a bum ask day today, I was wondering if you could write something where crowley and Reader are just being “bums” all day? Like, staying in bed, watching shows, in their comfy clothes, etc? If you don’t want to you don’t have to! Thank you 😊

notes: none! just hope you enjoy this one!x

pairing: crowley x reader

rating: T

“Alright, we have the 1995 Pride and Prejudice, or the first series of BBC’s Ghosts.”

“And we have to watch the whole thing?”

“Yes, Anthony J Crowley, we do. You promised me a lazy day and a lazy day we are having.”

And you are. This is the most you’ve moved all day, in order to change the dvd on the telly you have in the bedroom. You even brought a pile of snacks with you so you wouldn’t have to go to the kitchen. It’s wonderful by itself, but having Crowley there makes it heavenly. 

Crowley motions to Pride and Prejudice and you dutifully load it up before jumping back in bed. He lifts the duvet up as one might hold the door, allowing you to snuggle up into his side. He wraps an arm around you and buries his face in your hair, pressing a kiss to your crown. 

“You can’t be very comfortable in those jeans,” you remark after a moment. Crowley raises his eyebrows. 

“Hmm?”

“I mean we’re lying in bed and they’re very tight.”

“Oh, did you notice?” he says, wickedly. You roll your eyes and give him a playful thump with a spare pillow. 

“I’m just saying there must be something less restrictive for you to wear. Joggers, maybe.”

“Humph. They’re not very flattering are they?”

“Crowley, whatever you wear looks good, because you’re wearing it.” He looks smug at that. You always know exactly what to say to him. “Besides, have you seen men who wear grey jogging bottoms? Yum.”

He considers this for a moment, shifts in your arms, and in a moment he’s changed his clothes: a loose fit black tee, his long hair pulled back into a ponytail, and the aforementioned bottoms. 

“That better?”

“Yes. Well for now anyway, whatever you wear will end up on the floor tonight,” you reason, and before he can continue that line of conversation you press play on the tv remote. 

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[gabysimgallery]

_+**++Miguel O'Hara++**+_  - xXDiamond_AraXx

*BREATHS IN AGGRESSIVELY* YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO after so much time without uploading a sim........I- I could not resist making my own version of Miguel.....U///u✌ enjoy 💅

The Sims 4 Gallery (game gallery) - contains CC

All cc and poses I’ve used below the read more💗💗💗💗💗 (a very long list o-0)

Poses

First pic poses by @kassimsdesign - MALE COLLAB POSES

Second pic by  @j-e-n-n-e-h - Second Snap

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New sliders babyyy!!! I used different ones on him >wo!

- Lip fullness slider by @vibrantpixels 

- Mouth Scale Slider by @teanmoon

- More sliders for the face! by @obscurus-sims (width slider one)

- Better Male Bodies Sliders by @narci-cism (BetterMaleBodySliders one)

- Pouty Lip-Slider ( ˘ ³˘)♥ by @miikocc

- Eyebrow Slider by @miikocc

- Height Slider & Extras by @luumia (neck, hip and heigh sliders)

- Presets & Sliders by @luumia (hand and face asym ones)

- Shoulder Height Slider by Hellfrozeover

- Extra Neck Width Slider by Golyhawhaw

- Wrist Size Slider by Golyhawhaw

- Classic Physique Nipple + Bumpmap(beta) version by Golyhawhaw (the  version backlower default one)

- 👽 DEFAULT NOSE SLIDER by MAGIC BOT

- 👽 DEFAULT MOUTH SLIDER by MAGIC BOT

- 👽 DEFAULT CHIN SLIDER by MAGIC BOT

- ❝Forehead Height Slider❞ by @bloodmooncc

- Eye size slider + head size slider by @marsosims

--------------Skin Details, Tattoos, Arm-Leg Hair and Feet-----

- Spotlight Tattoos by SimMandy

- Misc. face details by okruee

- Halloween Gift by @obscurus-sims (eyemask N8, red one)

- Vanilla Skin by @luumia (go into the sfs DL link, in the folder of sfs; go to the sub folder called skin details and choose: LUUMIA_skindetail_LipTints)

- ENRICHED SKIN OVERLAY by Golyhawhaw

- GOLD STANDARD BODY HAIR by Golyhawhaw (arm and leg)

- HD feet version 5. Update island living by @necrodogmtsands4s

--------------Hair, Eyebrows and Teeth-----------------------------------------------------------

- E-BOY XL Makeup Collection by Pralinesims (download the oudated version and get the Pralinesims_Eyebrows_N156_Lotto.package one)

- TS4 Male Hair G48 by Ginko Sims

- [Osoon] Teeth 01 by @5so0n 

NOTE bc I dind’t knew how that devil website WoRkEd XDD so a lil advice: in the link above I provide, click on it and scroll down a bit and click on the ‘‘i agree inside the little yellow rectangle, it will take you to ‘’Linkvertise’’. From there scroll down a bit and you’ll see a ‘‘Direc Access with Premium or Free Access’‘ in orange and black, click the one that says ‘’Free Access’‘, it will open up a new window saying that u need to ‘’choose and complete’’ its a 3 step thingy, 1. choose whatever ‘’im interested’’ it doesn’t matter, 2. click in learn more (close the window that opens up xd and wait like 10 secs, in grey letters in the bottom it will appear a ‘‘ I already completed this step’‘ click on that xd, and there!, it will give u the link to SFS......eazy peasy XD.

- Semi-realistic Teeth by @kiellessa (set 1)

- in the zip file will be a extra 01Eyebrows - HQ.package, i dont know where it comes from but its needed lol, so i’ll leave it there in the zip file xD

--------------Eyes, Nose and Lashes-------------------------------------------------------------

- BEETLE EYES 2 by @squea (get all)

- No EA Eyelashes HOTFIX by @escapingpotplant

- another extra one, I tried to find where it comes from the [D1]obscurus_presets1.package thas in my mods folder, but with no luck, so i’ll leave it in the zip file included, its rlly needed 👍

--------------Clothes and Shoes-------------------------------------------------------------------

- Bespoke Suits V.1 by SimmieV

- REINA_TS4_F&M_TOWEL ACC by Reina Sims4 (male towel acc HQ)

- Floral Buttonup Shirt by McLayneSims

- [KK] Basic set 17 by KK's creation (pants)

- KK Basic set 08 by KK's creation (jeans)

- DSF PANT MARE by DanSimsFantasy

- Slim-Fit Trousers by Darte77

- CC Pack - Feb 2021 by Darte77 (AMtop299 HQ)

- CC Pack - December 2021 by Darte77 (Darte77_NikeAirMax270HQ, not cu or af)

- «miracle» cc pack by clumsyalien ([RAE SCARF V1 YM])

- KD joggers by akaysims

- Men's shoes collection Part 1 by Jius-sims (all of em uwu)

- Slim Fit Turtleneck by Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla

- Loose Shirts by Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla

- ᵉʳʳᵒʳ404ᵖʰⁱˡˡⁱᵖˢ ᶜˡᵒᵗʰᵉˢ by εяяσя404ρнιℓℓιρs (just the ‘’She Told Me To Relax Joggers’’ and Basketball Shorts-->at the very bottom)

--------------Extra mods I recommend👌 and some that are are needed👈-----------

- WickedWhims v176f (needed for the golyhawhaw torso body selector of course owo)

- MC Command Center 2023.4.1 👌

-Extreme Violence -MOD- V 2.4.1 👌(very eazy to use the design is very human xD)

- VAMPIRES - Reworked Vampires Mods by Zero's Sims 4 Mods (tweaks one needed for his vampiroc poWeRs, already included in the zip file)

- P*rnst*r C*ck V6 [WickedWhims] by .Noir. (for the pp, included in the zip file 🥵in ww body selector, in the pp part, select whatever u find best, I personally use the thick hard/soft big cut >:3)

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Miguel O’Hara belongs to Marvel Worldwide, Inc.  ©2023 MARVEL

The Sims 4 © 2023 Electronic Arts Inc.

_+**++Miguel O'Hara++**+_ - zip file containing all mods/sliders and tray files in my MediaFire xXDiamond_AraXx  uwO ( 852.23MB )

[samsaltlick]

(from the web)

Men have handsome feet. Head to toe, we have beautiful bodies. While I find feet alluring, I also think bare feet paired with joggers or jeans is a sexy Spring look. Supported in flip flops, slides, or Birkenstocks, showcasing healthy bare feet is something we should be proud to do.

This model, in white Havaianas, black joggers, and a black hoodie showcases just how fun, daring, and confident we men can look when baring our feet in public.

[parth0238u]

Discover ultimate comfort and style with our joggers for men. Crafted with premium materials, these versatile pants blend fashion and function seamlessly. Elevate your athleisure wardrobe with our trendy joggers designed for both active pursuits and casual outings.

[smegmafactory4ever]

Can you give us some clothes shopping tips for us fat boys

Now is your time since oversized clothing is in style. Which means you can very easily find clothes that fit in any random fast fashion store. I have a bunch of hoodies that look oversized on me. Lots of clothes that fit me just right that normally wouldn't be my size. Denim joggers instead of jeans. They make lots of oversized short sleeve button ups for summer now. But even with oversized stuff you should still buy shit that actually fits you. You don't have to conceal your body shape at all costs, don't go a size up just because you don't want anyone to see your belly, everyone knows it's there. You can go crazy with the patterns with button ups, it's so fun. Fuck what everyone says cargo shorts are like stripper heels for guys, they go with any outfit. Don't dress in all black, yes it's visually slimming but if you're fat you're fat, people can see you're fat and literally most people don't really care that you're fat. (especially true for men, no one gives af). Don't be afraid to go bold, tbh i think fat people in general can get away with bold colors and patterns better then skinny people (I've never seen a skinny bitch look good in polka dots or a skinny guy look good in a tiger themed shirt). There's probably more but Mimi is cuddling me

[quills-of-freedom]

Short Story ~

Forbidden Fruit 🍎

Female Bodied Reader X Porco Galliard

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Eren and Porco are notorious rivals within your neighbourhood. Problem is, Eren is your brother and Porco is your boyfriend. Surely, nothing could go wrong, right?

Warnings: Smut. 18+ only.

Your teeth clamp down onto your bottom lip as those welcome flutters of excitement soar around your lower stomach; you’re giddy with glee, like a love struck teen hugging your pillow and kicking your legs. You couldn’t help it. Every time you closed your eyes, all you could see was that image of Porco, your boyfriend, smirking that knowing smile at you while Eren wasn’t looking.

They’d gotten into yet another heated argument, having bumped into each other in the street - it was a common occurrence, considering your secret lover only lived a few houses down from you.

From childhood rivals, to enemies; it seemed a shame that the two young men had grown to hate each other so much. You guessed that’s what you get when an inferno meets a tornado. Both hot headed, quick to temper and strongly opinionated. Whatever the reason, after they’d been separated and those handsome eyes snapped right to yours, Eren too distracted trying to shove off Jean and Connie from restricting his movements towards his target. He didn’t notice Porco running his tongue of his bottom lip before flashing you half a smile. How could Porco resist Eren’s gorgeous sister? With her teasing aura, pouring beautiful looks and nightingale voice?

Rolling onto your back with a sigh, you just knew you had to see him tonight.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Eren’s gloomy voice calls from behind his laptop, not even glancing up to look at you.

“Out.” You shrug, putting on your coat.

“It’s dark out. I’m coming with you.”

You hide an eyeroll and inhale a silent sigh back into your lungs.

“I’m only going to the store. I won’t be long.” You quickly head for the door before he can protest.

Just as your hand touches the handle, he’s at your side, pulling on his black hoodie.

“You’re not going out alone at this time. What you want from the store?”

Your frustration is diluted by the touching sentiment. He may be a little over protective, but it’s because he cares. He’s a good brother. You can’t help but have a reoccurring pang of guilt as you return to your room after your little unnecessary trip to the store. You didn’t like lying to him - but you didn’t even want to imagine the hell that would form if he ever found out.

You sit eating your snacks you were forced to buy, trying to come up with a plan. It wasn’t some cheesy movie; you couldn’t climb out of your window and sneak away without hurting yourself. You were two stories up.

Just as those thoughts left your fleeting mind, there’s a tapping at your window. As if manifested by sheer will, there was Porco waving at you with one hand, clinging onto the drainpipe with the other.

Woah. It is like one of those movies! You think, as you cough on your chips in surprise.

Hurrying to the window, you let him inside. The fresh air hitting you helping carry his cologne to your nose.

“You got a lock on that door?” Is the first thing he asks as he climbs inside your room.

“Y-yeah. It’s locked.”

“Good.”

His arms instantly snake around your waist and he pulls you into a deep kiss; hands roaming hungrily through deep, quivering breaths.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted you so bad all day…” His vocals are barely a whisper as he pushes his hips against yours; his already hardening cock imprinting against you through his joggers. “Where’ve you been, huh? Making me wait… you’re gonna pay for that…”

Before you can reply your silenced by his tongue sliding down your throat, trembling arms lowering you onto your soft bed.

His mouth devours your cheek and neck as his hand smooths up your thigh and skirt, hastily pushing aside your panties and thumbing your clit.

“P-Porco, Eren might hear…” You whisper, voice strained from how heated you were.

“I don’t care.” He slobbers into your ear before nipping it with his teeth. “I need you to wet my cock with that pretty pussy.”

It wasn’t too long later he was thrusting deeply into you; his groans muffled between your shoulder, neck and pillow. Your legs in the air and toes curling with each beautiful drag of his fat cock against your ridges; your eyes rolling and biting down on your hand to avoid crying out loudly.

“Ah yeah… ah fuck…” He sings deeply into your ear. “Fuck… so tight. You feel amazing, babe. ’t-take my cock s'so good.”

You both freeze with horror as there’s a knocking at your door.

“Hey, shit head. I’m making a snack, you want any? Or have you filled up on that junk you got from the store?”

Porco’s head lowers. Both from frustration and irritation.

That voice that grated on him so much wasn’t one he wanted to hear while he was buried deep in you; your slick covering his entire shaft, groin and balls.

“N-no, I’m good, thanks!” You squeak, trying to sound as normal as possible.

You hear the floorboards creek on the other side of the door as Eren shifts his weight.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I AH!”

You call out loudly as Porco unexpectedly thrusts hard into you, taking your breath away.

“Y/N? Everything okay?”

Porco groans loudly, thrusting faster; pinning you down by your arms with a grin, groaning louder.

“What the fuck?!” Eren calls out, banging on the door.

“I’m about to fill up your sister, Eren.” Porco calls, clenching his eyes shut; his release oh-so-beautifully close. “I’m going to unload my junk and fill her up ‘til she’s choking on it.”

He wasn’t trying to be an ass. Well… he did a little. He was tired of having to keep you two a secret. He cared for you very deeply, and Porco being Porco… well, it just happened.

The loud bangs of Eren trying to break down the solid oak wood of the door and the even louder groan of Porco’s orgasm as he did, indeed pump you full, was washed away as you reached your own massive climax. You don’t know if this act of possessiveness is what pushed you into such a huge orgasm, or the fact he was suddenly going so hard and fast. Maybe both? Either way, it all drained out as your own cries of ecstasy only ignited Eren’s temper even more, the kicks to the door getting more violent as Porco thrusts with one final grunt.