#Unisex bra

[fewsystemsinonebody]

by host (besides Batman and body count, bonus was also... a bonus)

explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like “male”, “female”, “nonbinary”, “masculine”, “feminine” or “androgynous”.

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[bluerose-sims]

Melanie Winter rock Set

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Corset, Bra, Pants, Shoulder Coat acc, Coat acc

Jacket and Shoulder coat Unisex (gloves category)

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[starrihan]

athlete K obsessed with athlete s/o's body especially boobs (smut) idk how to express this😭 sorry but K is so attractive 😫

My first K ask!!! No you’re right cuz K is so attractive like there’s just something about him that’s so 🤤🤤 like something about him being an older man too (I’m 20) like knowing he’s so grown and mature just does something to me idk hes just so big and sexy. I immediately thought of a tit job but lmk if that's not what you were thinking

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But, seeing as K used to be a marathon runner let’s say you’re also a marathon runner. I feel like he’d be obsessed with running marathons together. I feel like he’d love working out with you and getting freaky at the gym but also enjoying your presence as you encourage each other to do better and work out harder. Plus it’s always nice to have someone with you at the gym.

But K is definitely a boob guy!!! He loves the tiny sports bra you wear when working out, giving him the perfect view of your breasts whenever you’re doing chest-focused exercises. The way your sweat would drip down into your cleavage and he’d have to remind himself that he couldn’t just pin you down and lick you up on the bench press.

Would be cheeky and hold your boobs whenever he could, especially if he was spotting you on a smith machine or something. Does it make sense? No, but he does it anyways.

He would praise you regardless, but especially after you workout and your body is pumped and looking even better than normal. Will ogle at you like nobody’s business and he doesn’t care if he’s in public, he will stare. His eyes will travel up and down your body but they always find their way back to your boobs. And you eventually get the hint, pushing your arms together to make them look bigger just to tease him.

Eventually after your workout, he'll pull you into the unisex stall because he can't take it anymore. He’ll lock the door behind you and pull your bra down in no time, mesmerized by their appearance glistening in sweat.

And you’re just as crazy for him as he is for you, taking your hand and tangling your fingers in his hair before pushing his head down into your chest. ‘Fuck baby, you know exactly what I like’ he’d say before kissing all over your breasts, savoring the salty taste of the sweat on his tongue as he works his way around your nipples, sucking, biting, and leaving marks in their wake.

You can't help but moan into his ear as you push his head farther into your chest. 'Fuck K, feels so good,' you whimper. He'd pull away, eyeing you down before pulling his pants off. 'Can you help me out sweetheart?' he would ask so politely as you nod, knowing what he wanted. You'd sit yourself down on the bench, watching as he pulls his length out and pumps it a couple of times. You lean forward, grabbing his cock and guiding it in between your boobs, pumping it for him before squeezing your tits together, closing in on the throbbing muscle.

He'd let out a long, guttural groan at the feeling, leaning over you, sweat dripping from his face and onto your chest as you slide your tits along his length, the sweat acting as the perfect lubricant. Being so worked up during the entire workout, it didn't take long before he felt himself twitch between your tits. 'Shit baby, I'm gonna cum,' and you're ready, leaning your head down just enough for his cum to spurt up into your mouth and on your face, dripping down and landing back on your tits. And you're just sitting there with a smile on your face.

He doesn't even bother to clean your face up before kissing you, the taste of his own cum mixing with your saliva.

'Now let me take care of you baby, you did such a great job.'

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did i get a little carried away? yes, but i hope you liked it!!

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[liebenundverdammen]

some genderbent au reich headcanons

heydrich: 1000% butch. never wears skirts, even for public events. regularly mistaken for a young man and makes no effort to correct people. the gay awakening of thousands of german girls + causes sexuality crises for all her male colleagues.

goering: high femme, loves feather boas + very low cut dresses, takes more inspiration from drag queens than from other women. big and beautiful and knows it. basically think miss piggy from the muppets.

goebbels: classy old hollywood type. hairstyle just a bit too androgynous to be fashionable. only ever wears kitten heels bc actual high heels exacerbate her chronic pain. spices things up with mens cologne instead of perfume.

hitler: in her youth she was as butch as she dared - had short hair, wore a tie - but stopped short of wearing trousers, although she sometimes wore bicycle bloomers which was somewhat more acceptable for women in the 1910s. drove an ambulance in wwi. later starts dressing more conventionally feminine for the sake of public image, but still values practicality above everything - never wears heels, and little to no makeup.

himmler: rather matronly - loafers, cardigans, shawls, generally takes fashion cues from older women. conservative colors and patterns, but also a fair amount of jewelry, much of it with some esoteric meaning. kind of a madame blavatsky type.

rosenberg: cant remember the last time she changed her shirt. all her bras have the wiring poking out of them but she refuses to buy new ones. tries to fix the bags under her eyes with concealer but it always gets all cakey, and then she forgets shes wearing makeup over the course of the day so most of it ends up on her sleeves.

speer: wears those baggy 1930s unisex jumpsuits. hair always in a neat bun. no makeup or jewelry, but cleans up nicely for formal events. pencil always behind one ear.

ribbentrop: fur coats, kid gloves - a diplomat must look respectable. never strays into flamboyance, however. likes fashionable little hats with face veils attached.

hess: tries really hard to be traditionally feminine but is quite bad at it. spends so much time every single day plucking her eyebrows. for all her pearl necklaces, its painfully obvious that she'd much rather be wearing a suit, but is too scared and overcompensating.

[andromellax]

What I dream will happen every time I'm getting ready to go to the club:

We're dancing, facing each other on the dance floor of the club. My head is hazy from the alcohol and having her attention on me causes my dance moves to not come to me as naturally as they normally would. "Her attention is on me" is the only thing going on in my brain. The energetic pop song playing starts to shift, and is replaced by a more reggaeton beat. My hips easily shift their pace to the song. As I'm swaying, I feel her hands on my waist. The touch is light at first, she's feeling for my reaction. Even still, I can feel the warmth through my pants. My brain just short circuits and it takes everything to keep moving to not scare her away. I've been dreaming of this for too long to fumble it now.

After some seconds I regain part of cognitive function. Some very short considerations leads me to put my hands on her forearms running them up and down them her bare skin slightly. It feels soft under my fingers. We move closer to each other and before the song is over I can feel her start to tilt her head and bring her face closer to mine. "I really want to kiss you" her voice is so low I can only make out what she's saying by staring at her lips. "Fuck, they look good", I think to myself. "I, uhm, don't want to kiss you for the first time in front of all of these people," is what I say out loud. She takes a step back from me and I instantly miss her body heat.

I'm instantly mentally berating my self for ruining the moment but then her hand reaches for my wrist and is pulling me behind her. The warmth of her fingers and the tightness of the grip feels nice, reassuring, and for a second my brain is projecting a mental image in my head. Her pining both my hands above my head as her mouth explores my neck. I feel my face heat up and I thank the stars she can't see my face.

She leads me through the crowd, gently pushing people out of her way as if she's in a hurry. We reach the unisex bathroom and miraculous there isn't a line. She leads me into one of the stalls and I pull the door closed behind me. The space is small so we're standing really close to each other. I can smell her floral shampoo. "Hi" I say because I don't know what else to do. She just smiles back, I can practically feel the heat from her gaze on my face. Her eyes flick from my eyes to my lips and back. Back and forth and back again. She's nervous too, I realize. Maybe my infatuation hasn't been one sided after all.

I watch the dance her pupils are performing for a bit longer, trying my best to fight the smirk creeping it's way onto my face. Finally, after what feels like a forever I decide to put her out of her misery. I lean closer and finally, finally, our lips meet. It's soft, I'm trying to be soft. Her lips are full and soft and she tastes like grapefruit, probably from a long drink. I'm trying to maintain myself, focus on the kiss, cherish it. But focusing on the kiss causes a need in my body so primal it needs to be satisfied. I think she can feel what I'm asking for in the way my breath quickens because she's pulling me closer, her hands on my lower back. My hands are in her hair, pulling her closer by her shoulder, wherever I can touch her.

The kiss has become so sloppy now. I think I can feel her tongue in my mouth but I don't think about it too hard. She moves her hand from my back to my waist and suddenly she's pushing. I instinctively take a step back which leads to my back meeting the stall wall. It seems to be where she wanted me, because I can feel her mouth curl into a smile against mine. Her hand finds its way to the hem of my tank top and I can feel her cool fingertips lightly grace the skin of my stomach. "Is this-" she breaths in between her words. "-okay?". "Yeah" I breathe back. Her hands slides up my bare skin under the top until it meets my left breast covered with the lace bra I put on this morning. I silently curse this bra decision, the band is too tight to slip a hand under it. Instead she gropes the boob over the thin bra and the sensation sends a "mhmm" out of my mouth.

The sound seems to encourage her and she squeezes again, harder. I wonder how wrecked my panties are under my jeans. I wonder if she would like to know too. I push my waist against hers and her other hand slips between my ass and the wall. She gropes at my ass which only grows my neediness. "Would you- uhmm- take me back to your place?" I ask her. She answers instantly: "Yes, let's go."

[simjelle]

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[kissyjuyo]

📓 sunwoo adrian, adi for short, your momol buddy ?!

tags. momol lang 😵‍💫 boob play (sucking, f receiving), dry humping

notes. sunwoo x oc hehe, but 2nd person's pov (you're claire) !!! nd written in taglishhh. nrh = nicanor reyes hall, fc = feuture center, ground floor = unisex restroom. not beta read !! super short langgg, just so i can get started with writing ^^ shameless to be posting this This earlyyy ITS 1 PM heheh whatever right !!! happy readinggg !! xo, ning 🩷

sun: hi

sun: fc ground floor? momol rq

it was so shameless nang maramdaman mo agad ang init na dala ng text na iyon ni sunwoo.

kahit nasa nrh ka pa, mabilis ka nang nag paalam sa mga kaibigan mo at dali-dali na pumunta sa fc. ni-reply-an mo na lang din ito ng 'otw'. mabuti na lamang ay mahaba haba ang vacant ninyo.

it was a usual spot. ang isang cubicle kasi roon ay pahaba. hindi mahahalata na dalawa kayo sa loob dahil nasa gilid pa ng pinto ang toilet bowl, hindi kita ang mga paa sa may pinto.

alam mo na ring andoon na si sunwoo dahil pag pasok mo pa lamang ng restroom ay nakasandal na siya roon sa pinto ng cubicle. mabilis itong pumasok roon at saka ka sumunod.

nakaupo na agad ito sa toilet seat kaya agad ka ring kumandong. mabilis ka niyang sinunggaban ng halik na agad mo ring tinugonan.

habang naglalaro ang mga labi niyo, ang kamay ni sunwoo ay lumoob na sa polo shirt na suot mo. naka-sapp ang isang palad nito sa dibdib mo, pinipisil, hinihimas.

"sunwoo...", pabulong na ungol mo dahil sa galaw ng kamay nito. sunwoo shushed you using his mouth, his lips on yours once again.

gulat kang napaungol sa gitna ng mga halik niyo nang ang hinlalaki at hintuturo nito ay mahanap ang isa mong utong at pinisil pisil. inulit nang inulit niya iyon hanggang sa mag sawa at saka na inangat ang damit mo.

ibinaba nito ang bra na suot mo nang kaunti, iyong sapat lamang para lumantad sa harap niya ang naglalakihan mong dibdib. nilamas lamas niya muna ang mga iyon bago hanapin ng kanyang bibig ang nakaumbok mo nang utong.

mabilis kang napatakip ng kamay dahil sa pagsipsip niya rito. sa loob ng bibig niya ay tila nilalaro pa iyon ng kanyang dila. pinapaikot-ikot at malakas na sinusupsop. salitan niya itong ginawa sa dalawa.

you realized you were wearing a skirt nang maramdaman mo ang katigasan niya. sunwoo groaned on your nipples when you started moving, dry humping on his crotch.

"puta, claire." bitaw ni sunwoo sa utong mo at tinulungan ka nang gumalaw sa ibabaw niya. "hanggang anong oras vacant mo?", tanong nito. may binabalak.

"i have class ng 6 pa.", sagot mo rito. patuloy na gumagalaw. mas diniin pa ni sunwoo ang katawan niyo sa isa't isa. mas ramdam mo ang katigasan nito sa gitna ng mga hita mo.

"sa condo na tayo."

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[vraisetzen]

𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 – 𝑲𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Summary: As Kokushibo does the laundry, he stumbles upon a pair of your underwear.

Tags: NSFW, 18+, Modern/KimeGaku AU, No use of (y/n)

Author's note: A short writing exercise. And I've been obsessed with writing about men jerking off lately...

It comes as little surprise that Kokushibo is fairly adept at doing the laundry – as Kibutsuji Muzan's designated secretary-slash-bodyguard-slash-handler, he is more than accustomed to managing his employer's collection of silk shirts with Italian labels and wool trousers with double pleats and monogram stitching along the inner lining.

When it comes to your clothes and his, Kokushibo has a system down pat, from sorting out dyed fabrics from his dress shirts, to polyester blends from cotton fabrics, and special netting bags for delicate garments. It was a language that only he spoke, with a frazzled attempt once on your part to take over the chores leaving him more than a little disgruntled as you turned his white boxers a darling shade of baby pink.

Hence, it has become a routine for him to find himself kneeling by the washing machine every Sunday, pawing through the laundry basket quietly and efficiently. His shirts and your pyjamas; your shorts and his gym towels. He tosses them into the washing machine, making a mental note to himself on how high he would have to set the water and rinse levels when he is finished.

And then, Kokushibo comes to your intimates – this is not foreign domain to him either. At this stage in your relationship, he is more than familiar with what you wear: the wireless bras, a unisex thong that your friends gave to you as a joke on Singles' Day, lacy pieces that you wear infrequently on special occasions. Kokushibo finds nothing embarrassing about this; he has already seen you in a far more revealing state, and this is, once again, routine.

What is not routine, however, is the strange curiosity that takes root inside him as he holds your panties in his hand, pausing for a long second. It is nothing special – a grey hipster that is a little loose around the elastic from wear – but Kokushibo hesitates as he lingers just over the metallic ring of the laundry drum. Perhaps it is the piece's simplicity; something you throw on without caring for seduction or looking pretty, something that is just there as you go about your day, beneath your clothes, something you hardly think about.

Kokushibo turns the underwear inside out, where there is a slightly darker mark on the crotch, the remnants of you on the cloth. A shot of arousal twinges through his cock as he wonders if you have ever fantasised about him while wearing this particular pair, staining the cotton with your wetness while you are at work.

Did your cheeks flush with the thoughts of him pummeling into you, stifling your moans through clenched teeth and bitten lip? Did you need to excuse yourself from the presence of your colleagues, escaping into the bathroom, checking each empty stall before choosing the one at the end? Did your hands tremble as you fumble with the lock, before pressing your back up against the door as you lift your dress up and slide your fingers into your aching depths?

Kokushibo presses his nose up against the underwear and inhales, and is greeted by the faint scent of sweet-salty musk – the same notes that he finds when he dives between your legs. His hand reaches for the tent in his trousers, rubbing himself through his sweatpants. This feels wrong – debased, even; jerking off to your underwear like some pervert lurking around the laundromat.

And truthfully, if he wanted, needed, you so badly, then you are but a text or a phone call away; but as Kokushibo growls into his hand, thinking about the silky wet of your folds, the threads of glistening juices that clings to his fingers as he strokes your cunt, there is very little regard on his part on what is right. And right now, he is stroking himself swiftly and firmly; it is not like how you do it, with your languished motions and endless patience for teasing out his pleasure – but he is not here for prolonged foreplay. The rough texture of his sweatpants makes for excellent friction, and he runts up against his hand, angling himself precisely to glide his cockhead over the fabric.

It does not take long for him to climax, and he does so with a jerk of his hips and a ragged growl into the inside of his boxers. A dark patch blooms over his sweatpants, mirroring the faint mark on your underwear, and for a few seconds Kokushibo simply stares down at his lap, dazed by the quickness which he brought himself to completion. His cock is still twitching weakly as he thinks of you, and what you will say if you were to come through the doors right now, arms full with the groceries for the week ahead. Will you scold him for making a mess? Or will you let him bend you over the washing machine, paper bags and laundry basket equally forgotten?

Alas, these questions will have to wait as Kokushibo gets up on shaky feet. He pulls off his trousers and boxers with his clean hand and washes them in the basin; and when he comes back, he gives the offending piece of garment – that wicked, ordinary pair of grey panties – a final look before chucking them all in the wash.

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[collectivecloseness]

Okay but can you do 25) that’s where all my clothes went but Steve saying it about his reader the girlfriend, and his and your best friend Robin??

Yes because I absolutely respect also loving brotp stobin with /reader for one or both of them haha, I love that dynamic! And absolutely a hc of my own too that Robin occasionally steals Steve’s clothes, as well as his partner doing so lmao

Prompt: 25) that’s where all my clothes went

Steve Harrington x reader, Robin Buckley & reader

You walked into family video at around midday, knowing Steve and Robin’s shift would be starting any minute.

When you entered the store only Robin was there, who lit up as soon as she saw it was only you, bouncing towards you before she encased you in a hug, one you eagerly returned as you took in the perfume you got her for her birthday.

“Thank God it’s you. The second I put my badge on and a customer walks in, I feel like my whole day is cursed.” Robin laughed into your shoulder, before pulling back with a smile, both of you still holding onto’s each other’s arms.

“Well thank God then. Can’t have your day being cursed. You’re riding in the same car as me when Steve takes us to the movie theatre later, I don’t wanna be collateral damage.” You joke, Robin lightly brushing your shoulder as she backed up a step closer to the tape rack. “And you don’t want me to be cursed?”

“Hmm, that too.” You agree, both of you laughing through your noses, before you sighed at the tapes that were definitely on the wrong shelves. A Nightmare On Elm Street was definitely not ‘kindergarten & under friendly!’

It only took you a second however, now you’d pulled away from Robin, to notice the dark blue shirt she was wearing, accompanied by some dangly bracelets and a black pair of ripped jeans. “Is that’s Steve’s shirt? Or is another one you both accidentally bought?” You asked good naturedly, remembering the time they both showed up to Nancy’s party in the same sports crop top.

Robin sighed, pinching the material and pulling it out from her stomach. “Yeah, I didn’t like any of my clean clothes today.”

You both nodded together, knowing the feeling.

It was a normal thing for both of you to steal from Steve’s wardrobe. You were both over at his all the time, sometimes hanging out there when Steve wasn’t even in.

One day Steve had left bed early to drive Dustin somewhere, but you were still lounging about in his sheets. You heard someone using the front door key, and Robin bounded into the bedroom, only giving you a slightly too ealry in the morning but still cheery “Oh hey!” as you tried to at least put a bra on under the sheets.

Robin had been swiping all of Steve’s jackets on a rack to the side one by one, and when you had last nights bra and Steve’s basketball shorts on, you joined her side, asking “anything in particular you’re looking for?”

“Yeah. His brown jacket, you know the fake leather one? I’ve just got a new bunch of shit and I need to see if it fits these tops that pretty much will only go with that.”

You found it in a small pile and handed it to Robin, used to her raiding Steve’s closet before, and she knew you did the exact same thing. Occasionally with Steve in the room, where you both promised to give it back. Although now, you knew you weren’t the only one to use Steve’s gifted house keys to your advantage.

Now though, in family video, you took in the top Robin was wearing, feeling the material by stroking the sleeves on her bicep, and nodding knowing the answer to your internal question.

“Oh yeah. I wore that one yesterday.” You kept nodding. It was a good shirt. Very fashionable, and unisex. Not that shirts had genders.

Robin blinked, although wasn’t really surprised, looking down at it “Oh really?” She lifted the collar, giving it a small sniff test. “Well at least you smell good. It was on his clean pile.”

“Yeah I put it there last night, I only wore it for a couple of hours when we went shopping.”

“Probably for more clothes. Poor Steve.” Robin pulled a dramatic face at you, woeing for him, and you both shared another laugh. Helping Robin in her duties as you took three copies of Friday The 13th, and four of The Exorcist and helped move it to the horror section.

“I mean, I’m wearing his top and his pants today. Not my fault I can convince him to get pants that comfortably fit both of us.” You gestured down to your outfit, Robin giving it a quick applause in appreciation.

“Yeah” Robin started “Have you noticed he wears this one to work a lot?” She nodded down to ‘her’ shirt, flattening it with a brush of her hand. You weren’t even surprised at how well Steve’s clothes fit you or Robin anymore sometimes. Almost like he wanted you both to steal them, you could argue.

“I think he thinks this one is more ‘professional’ or something.” Robin gave air quotes at the word, rolling her eyes and smiling at you before returning to the task at hand.

You pull it a little from her waist, Robin of course doesn’t care, as you rub the hem of it between your fingers. It really did seem like a good material. “Well do you think he was gonna wear it today?” You asked, only for Robin to give an uncaring shrug at you.

That’s when Steve ran through the door, a good twelve minutes late to his shift.

Luckily his face went from panic and trying to keep the door from flying off its hinges, to a relaxed puff of air flowing from his cheeks, as he realised it was only you and Robin in the store, no Keith.

“Well thank God for that.”

“God’s getting a lot of thanks today.” Robin noted, leaving the tapes for Steve to sort as she went to lean against the counter. There was a really good spot the sun shone through at midday, and Robin rolled her head and relaxed into it like a cat.

“Yeah, that’s probably why so many people are avoiding curses.” You noted as you walked up to Steve.

“Amen!” Robin called with a finger out to you, eyes still closed, as you came and bundled Steve’s sweater up in your hands, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“What?” Steve said quietly, a lost look in his puppy dog eyes as he looked between his girlfriend and his best friend.

You and Robin both just chuckled, and you used his sweater to pull him in for another kiss. One Steve smiled against, even if he wasn’t quite in on your antics of the day. Giving just a quiet and happy moan, simply because he was happy to be giving you your first kiss of the day.

It was only when you leaned back, Steve still smiling hooded at you, slightly licking his lips, that you looked at the darker colour between your hands. And as you took a step back, still holding him like he owed you money, you were just a tad surprised. “Is that my sweater?”

Even Robin looked up now, peering her head aorund to catch a glimpse.

“Yeah babe. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t find anything work suitable left for today.” Steve relayed, his hand rubbing the back of your neck, still there from when he’d been kissing you. You could tell it was from a drawer you left at Steve’s house, for when you didn’t pack for an unplanned ‘sleepover’.

Steve still felt comfortable in it though at least. Even if he was late with the chaos of tearing his bedroom apart. “I swear my laundry machine eats my-“

Steve stopped as you gestured smiling apologetically down at your shirt... and at your pants. And when you looked over at Robin, Steve followed your trail. Watching her cheerily wave, before he realised what she was wearing too.

He fell back on his feet, an amused smile on his face. “Oh. That’s where all my clothes went.” He bemused, unable to even sound chiding.

And even though you kissed his cheek in ‘apology’, you knew he loved the easy going and close friendships and relationships he had with you and Robin. And the others, because Eddie definitely stole that sports crop top from Steve after that party, because you remember chucking it out a window at him. You knew Steve loved his little family, even if you punked him sometimes like this.

“Well I’m eventually gonna give it back.” You rolled your eyes dramatically, pulling on ‘his’ sweater sweetly, as Robin called out “I’m not!”

Steve only wrapped his arm around your neck, kissing the shell of your ear. “It’s fine. It looks better on you than it does me. Although Robin could use a little help.”

“Dingus!” Robin called out, letting her middle finger stretch far.

Steve only retuned his half heartedly, before shaking his head at both of you. Getting his attention drawn back as your fingers graced his toned chest. “Just don’t get any badge holes in it Stevie. They look awful in that sweater.”

[vampire-meta-knight]

Goth DIY: Altered Clothing part 1

Since some of you crafty goths were interested in seeing the clothing I've altered, I decided to compile it all in one place! I hope I can inspire your creations,give you ideas, and teach you new techniques. This will be a long post, since I've been making alterations to my clothing since high school, which also means some of these projects aren't as polished as others, since they were made when I was newer to DIY and have mistakes I've since learned from, but that's okay! Goth doesn't have to be polished and perfect, and don't let the fear of mistakes stop you from creating!

I've already done posts about the shorts and pants I've gothified, so part 1 will focus on t-shirts, camisoles, and button-up shirts. Part 2 will have sweaters, skirts, and dresses. Some alterations are as easy as adding safety pins or lace trim, and others involve more sewing. Lots of these are very beginner-friendly projects and take less than an hour. All of these items were completely plain when I got them--anything metal, lace, embroidered, or painted that you see was added by me. I'll add more about each garment in the image descriptions. As always, feel free to message me if you want better or more thorough instructions or DIY advice. I'm here to be a resource to my fellow crafters! <3

(Also, please pardon the cat hair and my hair on the clothes--I don't take perfect pictures. A couple pics are also old since those shirts are in storage so I could make room for my winter wardrobe, so you'll notice a change in backdrop and a dirty mirror.)

Let's start with t-shirts and camisoles! Use an old shirt, a thrifted shirt, a shirt from Walmart, etc.! I like to get plain unisex t-shirts from Walmart and paint on them using freezer paper stencils, bleach them, shred them, and/or add safety pins to them. The camis also came from Walmart, and I changed the necklines and added lace trim to make them cuter.

To make a sweetheart neckline on a cami, you can cut it, or you can just pinch the middle and sew it into place (I did that for all of them except the black and white one--that one ended up a little lower-cut than I meant it to, so I decided to stick with the pinching method). The lace trim I used on the black camis isn't stretchy, but still works just fine, as long as you pin it into place while you're wearing the shirt and stretch the shirt a bit as you sew to maintain stretch in those areas. Stretchy lace, like I used on the pink and red camis, works a bit better, but is harder to find. I still like pinning the lace while I'm wearing the shirt to get the placement down, but if you wear a bra, make sure you're wearing the one you plan on wearing with the shirt while placing the lace. I found it doesn't sit right with bras that fit a little differently than the one I based the placement on.

The long-sleeved Emily the Strange shirt has a neat detail, albeit a wonky one because my placement is a bit off sometimes. You'll notice two little striped triangles at the bottom. I cut slits in the shirt and added triangles of striped stretchy fabric, then sewed zippers over top of them to hide the seams and add extra detail. I also sewed the zippers on with red thread for contrast.

My button-ups are a bit more involved. I treat them like how I treat shorts--patches, lace, embroidery, pins, grommet tape, D-rings, charms, chains, oh my! The pink one is my most recent, and I'm so proud of it. All of the patches came from ToothxNail on Etsy, except the Rat King patch, which came from Katiewhittleart on Etsy. The flowers on the collar were buttons that I glued onto flat-back pins from a craft store (I used E6000 glue). Made super quick collar pins that I can remove when washing the shirt or put on something else when I want.

The orange button-up was by far the simplest. I just added lace trim to the cuffs and cropped it (it had been high-low, but I wanted to wear it tucked into a skirt and the long back was annoying me). I also added collar clips with a chain that I got at a craft fair, but that's more like styling an accessory with it than altering it, since I can just un-clip them.

The leather jacket is old and doesn't fit well, so I don't wear it anymore, but I kept it because it was my first leather jacket. Adding the sew-on studs and faux-fur trim on the neck took the longest. You'll also notice that a mouse chewed a hole in the outer shell on the pocket.

Part 2

[holistic-girlhood]

Introducing:

Introducing: HG’s Venusian Style—Holistic Girlhood‘s Guide to Dressing by Venus Sign.

Your Venus sign says everything about your aesthetic, allure, and personal expression, and we’re breaking it down into three stages of femininity—from unisex, effortless and understated to fully embracing your divine femme. Get ready for a style evolution that feels authentic, elevated, and perfectly aligned with your current level of feminine energy. ✨

Venus in Aries – The Bold & Unstoppable Muse ♈️🔥

Venus in Aries is all about confidence, energy, and a little bit of rebellion. There’s no blending in here—whether you’re just stepping into femininity or fully embracing it, every stage has a sense of power and individuality. Think clean lines, bold accents, and an effortless “I woke up like this” energy that feels fearless yet effortlessly put together.

Stage 1: Boi Mode – Effortlessly Cool with a Hint of Edge

This is that low-key, I’m-not-trying-too-hard look that still carries a little heat. You’re not screaming femininity, but the energy is there. Think chill streetwear meets quiet confidence - unisex pieces with just a whisper of softness.

Outfit:

• Top: Oversized black crewneck sweatshirt (clean, minimal, no graphics)

• Bottom: Slim-fit dark-wash jeans or tailored joggers

• Jacket: Cropped bomber in deep red or leather biker jacket

• Underwear: Seamless black briefs or Calvin Klein unisex boxers

• Shoes: Sleek black Chelsea boots or classic Converse

• Accessories: Thin silver chain, minimalist black watch, statement signet ring

• Perfume: Maison Margiela – Jazz Club (warm, slightly spicy, effortless)

This fit is understated but in control—it says, I don’t chase, I attract.

Stage 2: Slightly Femme – Casual, Sporty, & Playful

You’re stepping into femininity slightly without losing that bold, playful Aries energy. The vibe is sporty, effortless, and just a little flirty—structured yet comfortable. No skirts or dresses yet, but the silhouettes are softening.

Outfit:

• Top: Fitted ribbed tank top in white or red (cropped but not tight)

• Bottom: High-waisted black cargo pants or tailored joggers

• Jacket: Cropped varsity or moto-style jacket

• Underwear: Black lace bralette, strapless sports bra (subtle but adds a touch of softness), black boyshorts

• Shoes: Platform sneakers or sleek combat boots

• Accessories: Small hoop earrings, layered gold chains, simple cuff bracelet

• Perfume: YSL – Libre (bold, fresh, and unapologetically confident)

This fit is giving “laid-back heartbreaker”—effortlessly sexy without even trying.

Stage 3: Fully Feminine – Bold, Structured, & Head-Turning

This is fully stepping into Aries femininity—powerful, eye-catching, and totally fearless. The inverted triangle-friendly approach means sharp tailoring, bold accents, and structured fits that balance the frame while still feeling feminine. It’s giving leading character energy.

Outfit:

• Top: Structured corset top in deep red or black (sharp lines, cinched waist)

• Bottom: High-waisted, wide-leg trousers or fitted leather pants (balances the shoulders)

• Jacket: Tailored cropped blazer or structured trench coat

• Underwear: Strappy red or black lace set—something powerful and sexy

• Shoes: Pointed-toe stiletto boots or bold platform heels

• Accessories: Gold statement earrings, chunky rings, sleek black sunglasses

• Perfume: Tom Ford – Fucking Fabulous (luxurious, spicy, and commanding)

This look is pure main character energy—it’s not about fitting in, it’s about owning the room.

Venus in Aries never plays small, no matter what stage you’re in. It’s all about self-assurance, bold choices, and an effortless, natural magnetism. Whether you’re keeping it low-key and powerful, sporty and playful, or fully stepping into your divine femme, the energy stays the same: unapologetically you.

Next up: Venus in Taurus. ♉️🌱

[mu-ji-ji-world]

Yuju doesn't realise the communal showers at work are unisex until her body is all soaped up.

Yuju is a swimming coach from a swimming club and she got invited to a natatorium for having a lecture to her students. After she arrived at the place, she go to locker room and exchange her clothes to a pair of red bikini. Some of her shapely tits and ass cheeks pop out from her bikini set make her more sexy by her slim figure.

She start the lesson by warming up and stretching exercise together with her students. You as one of her students, can't take your eyes off your coach, Yuju and only keep staring at her body and feel your cock started to get harder under your swimming pants. Yuju noticed you standing still at your place and come near you and concern about your situation. After she confirmed you are okay and went back to her place and keep her unfinished duty and make a short introduction to all of you.

All the students go in the swimming pool and start the swimming lesson with Yuju. She start to teach one by one on how to swim and monitor each student the swimming techniques and ensure their progress and safety. Now your turn, Yuju told you to hold the coping of the concrete and you do what she said and your body start to float on the swimming pool. One of her hand hold your waist and another hold your thighs and told you to kick your legs. You follow her instruction but her hand that holding your thighs make you become more heat up and start to erect again while your legs kicking more faster. Yuju's hand accidentally touch your inner thighs and feel something hard and only know that are your erected cock.

Yuju smirked and leaned near your ear and told you that your cock is hard again and she already noticed your bulge just now. She use her hand to free your already hard cock and stroke it. With the water in the pool, it make her can easily rub your cockhead and the opening, this make you build up more pleasure. She use her another hand to grab and massage your balls while another keep rubbing and stroking your cock. Now both of Yuju hands are on your cock and it didn't take long for you to reach limit. You groaned and your cock twitched and continue shoot out your cum. Yuju put your body down and let you rest and continue her lesson with other. You saw some milky white substances start to float on the swimming pool and you use your hand to push those through the drain outlet and clean up your mess.

After the class end, Yuju go back to her locker pick up her clothes and showering shampoo and go shower room for shower. Inside the shower room cubicle there don't have any hanger, so she can only hang all her clothes across the door and take off her bikini and washed it. Out of her blue, you also follow Yuju to bathroom and secretly took her panty and wrap it around your cock and jerk it besides her cubicle. Yuju start to soap up her body and wash it, but she suddenly heard men chit-chating and stunned, she now suspect she went in the wrong bathroom so she quickly wash her body with water and dried up herself. She quickly wear her bra and vest but only aware of her missing panty, so she slowly open her door and observe the surrounding and find her panty with lower body naked. She found nothing even she searched all around and hear some noise at her next cubicle.

You now become more to the edge and you speeding up the rhythm and moan up Yuju name more loudly and eventually cummed on the panty. You didn't noticed your door open and Yuju appear up and recognise the cloth on your hand is her panty but already on mess. You feel embarrassed that Yuju staring at you but your cock tell the truth and start twitching when saw Yuju naked body and neatly trimmed pussy.

Yuju come near you, take her panty put it aside and told you that wanna punish you for being bad and kneel down to clean the milky mess on your cock. Her oral is great that suck your cock well, you let out some comfy moans. She lead you to the bench in the middle of the bathroom and ask you to take her vest and bra off her. Her shapely tits with brownish nipples make you wanna have a bite on it. You start to kiss her nips with your lips and put it in your mouth to suck and lick both of her nipples.

Yuju nipples is shinning with your saliva and her moans keep leaking out from your play. You slowly move down from her tits, then to her belly, lastly stop at her already wet pussy. You wider her fold and saw her glistening cunt with the light and instantly plant your mouth on it and start eat her out. Yuju already in a moaning mess by your touch, you found her clit and begin to rub it make Yuju let out high pitched moans. The bathroom is all filled with Yuju moans and your loud sucking sounds. You sense Yuju pussy start to get more wetter and her moans becoming more louder. You feel a turret of juices squirting out from her pussy along with her screams. Her body trembling hard and you collect some of her juices and plant your lips on her, letting her taste her own juices.

Yuju ask you to lay on the bench as she aim herself on your hard cock and start to drop her pussy on you. She whimpered as your cock part her pussy apart and start to bounce up and down on your cock. Both of you feel pleasure with each other body and let out comfy moans. She keep riding you in some minutes, you tell her you want to change position and she stop and remove herself from your cock. You push her against the brick wall and insert yourself into her from behind. You keep driving yourself in and out of Yuju pussy while whimper and moans keep spilling out from her lips. You then pull her from the brick wall and carry her to the bench, with you still inside her from behind and Yuju body bending down with both of her hands hold the bench for support as you continue banging her.

At the same time two men came in and surprisingly caught both of you are having sex in the public area. You ignored both of them and keep banging Yuju hard. Yuju body shudder and her pussy contract by the sudden incident. You feel Yuju walls tighten around your cock and make you bang her with more force. This make Yuju moans out louder and eventually reached her limits and explode all her juices on your cock with both legs shook violently. Watching Yuju getting fuck make two men can't control themselves and take out their cocks and pumping together. You then called them to join both of you.

Now Yuju lay on the bench with both of her legs widely spread and your cock keep drilling her, both of her hands are now holding cocks and stroking it together. Yuju moans keep leaking out when you drill her hard, your balls keep smacking against her asshole make both of your pleasure keep building up. You gradually speeding up your thrusting speed and fuck Yuju till your limits as Yuju also near her edge. In the end both of you cum together, Yuju juices coated your cock and your cum painted her walls white. After you pull your cock out, a copious of milky mixture seeping out of Yuju pussy and drop on the bench.

One of the man now align himself at Yuju cum filled hole and thrusting inside her easily with the lubricant. He thrusting her very hard and make Yuju screaming. Another man saw it and shoved his cock to muffle her moans out. The skin-slapping sounds and Yuju muffled moans are echo through the room. The man in her mouth start to thrust his waist fast and with a low groans he shoot out his warm cum into Yuju throat and make her drink his cum up. The man in the pussy also near his peak and pick up his pace and creampied Yuju. He then pulled himself out and insert his messy cock inside Yuju mouth and let her clean him up.

Both men enter their own cubicle and start to showering, while you and Yuju entering the same cubicle to wash up all the sweat. Yuju help you wash your cock and you help Yuju wash up her cum filled hole. After both of you done, you all dress up, when you saw Yuju drained panty you apologised to her but Yuju just going away with a smile. So she now need to be more careful when walking home as not to let other people saw her bare pussy and ass with only the short tennis skirt on her bottom...

[ts3casconversioncatalog]

Update 2024/07/03

Cleaned up the edits in the Baby Body with Legs post: added more content + backup links for some of it + unisex Quilted Onesie & Long-sleeved Onesie.

Conversions:

TF: Dainty Dress and Jacket, Sporty Skirt, Summer Date Night Dress, Wonderfully Woven.

EF: Boyfriend's Blazer, Cordial Chiffon, Flapper Dress, Sashay.

TAEF: Athletic Dress, Evening Gown with Bow, Mosaic Bra, V-Beads No Limit Top.

TAEM: Trendy Denim Jacket.

TAEF MtF: A Fella's Trenchcoat, Linen Leafs Shirt, Tuxedo.

Other:

CF: - separated top: Little Bows Dress; - texture edit: Flutterby; - texture and mesh edit: The Little Princess; - mashup: Dauntless Lady & Princess Dress Costume.

AM: - different undershirts: Casually Layered Wool Coat; - texture edit: Crisp Coat and Gloves, Smoking Jacket.

AF: - top-only: Poet’s Muse Dress; - tucked: Eleanor, Principessa; - texture edit: Audrey Hepfire, Faux Fox Cuff Outfit, First Lady Suit, Garden District Dress, Traditional Summer Sari, V-Neck Top.

made unisex: Above-Knee Cotton Stockings, Ankle Socks, Full-Length Cotton Stockings, Full-Length Silk Stockings, Knee-High Cotton Socks, Thigh-High Silk Stockings.

[a-polite-melody]

RE: That afab transfem post, I think it's wild to see people in the notes claiming that no afab perisex person has ever had femininity denied to them and masculinity forced upon them bcs like...hello, I am an afab perisex person who as a child was, for whatever reason, deemed a failed girl by the adult women in my life who then proceeded to deny me femininity to the point that my hair was cut against my will, my dresses and skirts literally taken away, I was forced to wear ugly unisex clothes I hated while my female siblings and cousins got cute dresses, my parents wouldn't let me pierce my ears no matter how much I begged despite every other girl I knew having earrings, and was not taught any stuff that women tend to teach their daughters. The first time I went bra shopping, I was alone, and ended up wearing a too-small sports bra until it was falling apart and a friend offered to teach me how to buy a properly fitting one. I had to beg my mom to teach me to shave and she kept saying she didn't want to the whole time. No one even offered to teach me to make my hair nice or put on makeup or how to pick out flattering clothes. I guess they just decided I didn't need to know all that. And hell, my expressions of femininity were legit punished by my peers. I got mocked relentlessly every time I dressed femininely, girls at school spread rumors about me secretly being a guy, the idea that any guy could ever like me was apparently hilarious, I never even risked attempting to wear makeup because I knew what would happen if I did. Hell the one trans guy I knew(who was not out at the time but still dressed almost exclusively in guy's clothing) had more people trying to force femininity on him than I did. I don't ID as transfem, I'm genderqueer and transmasc(and when I came out my sister kinda implied that she's never really felt like I was a Girl in the first place which...she means well but it was weird to hear) but the idea that this sort of thing only happens to trans women/fems is just completely false. Despite being afab, the society I was raised in did not view me as a woman or want me to be one, and they treated me accordingly, to the point that sometimes I wonder if my current gender identity was one I was born with or simply a result of me having femininity denied to me until I decided trying to earn it wasn't worth the trouble. I genuinely feel like I have a lot in common with trans women/fems, at least in the ways we were raised, and I admire them for finding joy in femininity when I never could and probably never will. It does make sense to me that some afab people could feel the label transfem applies to them, and drawing lines between trans and nonbinary and genderwhatever people based on assumptions regarding what's in their pants feels so pointless.

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[camoflash004]

Texture-based goodies. TS4 conversions.

Three easy to convert clothing pieces from the Sims 4 (Get together and Basegame) convertet to the Sims 3.

All three items are Unisex, Teen-Elder and have maternity morphs for Adults. (Both Genders)

Morgan Top

Two recolour chanels

Everyday and Career category

Morgan Bra

One recolour chanel

Everyday, Sleepwear, Sportwear and Swimmwear categorys

Sport Shorts

Two recolour chanels

Sleepwear, Sportwear and Swimmwear categorys

Enjoy

[papercranesandpride]

Life tip: if you can't bind for medical reasons, look into compression tops. Obviously they don't work as well as a full binder, but they do work way better than I expected. I have a rather large chest, but with a compression top and a baggy enough unisex shirt, it is actually reasonably obscured. I certainly haven't noticed any construction to my chest or lungs from it. It's basically just a sports bra, just one specifically designed to flatten.

I do also use trans tape, but that isn't really a complete solution, at least for me. It gets me flatter and it means I can actually sleep on a flat chest, which is awesome, but it also messes with my skin way too much for it to be a thing I wear all the time. I've got to spend at least as much time with it off as I do with it on. I know I have pretty sensitive breast skin that's prone to acne, so others may be able to use it more frequently than I do, but still, in my experience it isn't a solution that can be used daily. Compression tops are what give me at least a little bit of hope of being read as masculine.

Anyway, obviously your mileage may vary depending on why you can't use a traditional binder. For me, it's just because I know constricting my breathing and the general fear of leaving it on too long or screwing up my ribs would trigger my medical delusions. Obviously, physical reasons can be a lot more complicated than that, so I'm sure there are people who this won't work for, but I figured I'd throw it out there.

(The brand I've got is Tomboyx, but it's not like I tried a bunch of different ones out. I had an amazon gift card to use and that was the one on amazon. Still, it's worked great for me)