#af long sleeve

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Ready To Go Off Shoulder Top

By ADIZA's

Published Nov 13, 2017

Available Here

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TS3 BIG CC DUMP CONVERSIONS

HEY GUYS!!! Sorry for disappearing, these last few days I've been taking time to convert and play a little to relax, but today after a long time I decided to bring you this great gift!

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ALL CREDITS GO TO THE ORIGINALS CREATORS !! I just convert them for ts3 <3

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PHOTOS AND INFOS UNDER THE CUT !!! ↓

Oydis Simblreen2022 - HarrietDressV1 4.5k polycounts / all lods

Oydis Simblreen2022 - HarrietDressv2 5.7k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @oydis . Original post here.

GreenApple18Recolor - ChristianLouboutinColeslaw 6.6k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @ameranthe . Original post here.

Sifix - ThePerfectNightSatineDress 8k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @ Sifix(TSR) . Original post here.

Leoori - Barong 3.5k polycounts / all lods

Leoori - BaroTopPlain 2.8k polycounts / all lods

Leoori - SayaSkirt02 1k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @ Leoori (PATREON). Original post here.

MclayneSims - -FilipinianaEmbroideryDress 4k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @ MclayneSims(TSR) . Original post here.

MysteriousOo - DressWithGoldDots(EDITED) 4.8k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @MysteriousOo . Original post here.

Pechay PaskotSet

Light 1 (1.2k poly) - Light 2 (704 poly) - Light 3 (708 poly)

Light 4 (704) poly - Light 5 (1.2k poly) - Light 0 (1k poly)

All credits go to @ Pechay(PATREON). Original post here.

Pechay - ParolChristmasLight 7k polycounts

All credits go to @ Pechay(PATREON). Original post here.

BabaYaga - LowerStarLight 148 polycounts / 36 presets(non recolorable)

All credits go to @ BabaYaga(MTS). Original(ts2) post here.

Caiocc - SpringButtonUp 3.6k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @caio-cc. Original post here.

Arethabee - Giselle Dress 3.7k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @arethabee. Original post here.

Arethabee - Amber Top 3.4k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @arethabee. Original post here.

Madlen - ChloeDress 3.8k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @madlensims. Original post here.

Madlen - Belleza Dress Short 4.4k polycounts / all lods

Madlen - Belleza Dress 4.5k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @madlensims. Original post here.

Christopher067 - FeverTop 6.5k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @ Christopher067(TSR). Original post here.

Sifix - RosalindGown 6k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @ Sifix(TSR). Original post here.

SL - ElieSaabDressLeilaCutoutV2 5k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @ SLYD(TSR).Original post here.

Gorilla 3x - Oversized Jogger Pants 4k polycounts / all lods

Gorilla 3x - Oversized Tank Top 6.6k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @gorillax3-cc . Original post here.

Gorilla3X - Long Cardigan & Turtleneck 7.4k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @gorillax3-cc . Original post here.

Jius - OverTheKnneSuedeBoots01 7.3k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @ Jius-Sims(PATREON).Original post here.

Gorilla3X - PajamaSet 8.6k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @gorillax3-cc . Original post here.

Madlen - GalenaOutfit 4.8k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @madlensims .Original post here.

Casteru - CutoutSwinOnepiece 3.1k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @casteru .Original post here.

Wishelsims Pokemon Plushies

-DedennePlush (2.6k poly) -EeveePlushie (1.4k poly)

-MimikyuPlushie (2.5k poly) -Substitute (2.2k poly)

-Pikachu (876 poly) -Scorbunny (3.7k poly)

All credits go to @wishelsims. Original post here.

BEO - WeddingDressLily 3.8k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @beocreations. Original post here.

HLS - BridgertonDaphneBlueLaceDress 5.6k polycounts / all lods

HLS - MissFisher1920sEveningDress 6k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @happylifesims. Original post here and here.

Joliebean - PleaseJeans 1.2k polycounts / all lods

Joliebean - SabrinaTop 4.5k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @joliebean . Original post here.

Marsmerizing - Kebaya 6.8k polycounts / all lods

Marsmerizing - Kebaya2 7.9k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @marsmerizing-sims .Original post here.

Sifix - DarleneOutfit 5.3k polycounts / all lods

Sifix - ElectraDress 7.2k polycounts / all lods

All credits go to @ Sifix(TSR).Original post here and here.

SimmerKate - LushBigPots(ClosedLids) 568 polycounts

SimmerKate - LushBigPots 1.6K polycounts

All credits go to @simmerkate. Original post here.

TS4EP13 - ShortsDrawnstring 848 polycounts / all lods

TS4EP13 - SweatShirt 3.6k polycounts / all lods EA Presets / Pluto Recolor

All credits go to EA.

[princessanneftw]

Princess Anne arriving at the Odeon in Leicester Square to attend the premiere of ‘The Man Who Would Be King’ on 18 December 1975

[diremoone]

I couldn’t help myself i went and found sylus’s myth and watched it anyway after getting my coffee and muffin 😭 no one talk to me i’m sad now

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Hi guuuuuys! Download time again. Today I bring you a cute, knitted cardigan, inspired by the very best website for knitting patterns, Petite Knit. I knitted this balloon cardigan of theirs myself and I’m obsessed. It’s made of soft merino, mohair and silk. I knitted it in the same off-white as you can see on the website, but since this is Sims 3, it can have all the colours of the rainbow. So let’s have a look!

Info

This is a new mesh made entirely by me, inspired by Petite Knit’s Balloon Cardigan

Created for the Sims 3.

For young adult/adult females.

Custom CAS/Launcher thumbnail.

Shows up as a top under everyday and career.

Disabled for random.

~10k polys = VERY HIGH. Recommended for photos, not gameplay.

Has morph states.

Presets

The cardigan comes with three presets: a plain white with knit texture, a non-textured version with stripes and solid colour cuffs, and a non-textured version with a pattern and knit pattern cuffs.

Channels

The cardigan has three channels: The main cardigan, the buttons, and the cuffs.

Known Issues

The cardigan will clip with certain bottoms, such as if they have very bulky belts or chains.

There is likely to be some clipping for poses that involve grabbing the sim’s arms and waist.

With more extreme slider settings, the buttons and general shape of the cardigan may distort. Especially the top button will distort if you have very small or large breasts.

The under-arm part doesn’t have the prettiest bone assignment, as you can see below:

Credits

Software: Marvellous Designer, Blender, GIMP, TSR Workshop, Milkshape, PhotoScape, Affinity Photo, Affinity Designer.

Inspiration: Petite Knit’s Balloon Cardigan.

Tiramisu Cardigan | A Download for TS3

I've been teasing this long enough, so here it is. A nice, soft cardigan inspired by one I knitted myself~ To learn more and download, head on over to the ol' blogblog.

Click for information and download.

[tendersea]

kinda in love w this leather jacket i thrifted 🤭

[bywandandsword]

have you seen a guy in shorts drinking an iced coffee while standing outside in the snow while it's actively snowing yet?

Not yet, but I have heard a couple guys in the ecology department talk about going swimming in the Penobscot River next week

You know, like crazy people who like playing fast and loose with frostbite

[the-acid-pear]

A silly little sensory quirk of mine ish that i cannot stand tight sleeves so I'll usually about long sleeves, and this includes jackets. Unfortunately, this doesn't mean I'm immune to the cold, so as a nice middle ground i simply wear my jacket on top of my shoulders like an anime character or some warrior covering himself w the fur of the beast he hunt. Just another case of autism making you swaggy 😎

[urmom-57]

this is the realest tiktok i’ve ever made

have u ever met a funny girl like fr? i don’t think so cuz u haven’t met me jk 🙄

and i’m 103 lbs 5’3

JK DONT TAKE ME SERIOUSLY (the weight and height is true tho)

[flight-of-the-rainbows]

Does anybody know what this style of dress is called, with that type of neckline?

[karmaajr]

ye no my dads just like "I'm right and if you say I'm wrong then you're going hell for disobeying me" and he never acc says it like that but if I say he's wrong (I call him out most the time) you know DAMN WELL ima get screamed at for years 😭🙏

One time my father said: "I'm always right. And if I ever notice that I'm wrong, I will simply change my mind, and then I'll be right again." It was the wisest thing he ever said in my life. Unfortunately he was absolutely dogshit at noticing when he was wrong.

[still-nix-d-goffic]

The only reason I need to become famous is so that people will send me vintage sticker machine holographic stickers out of a parasocial need to bond with me.

[silkentine]

Me when they are the sisters ever: 😭😭😭 They came out soooo freaking well. I won’t lie, they took me a thousand years to finish but through the constant support from all of my buds (and my latent bisexuality), we made it 😤

Hopefully you guys know the deal by now: design choices, easter eggs, and (NEW!) closeup shots below the read more. ⬇️

I wanted Ace to have a very down-to-earth vibe and looked at Aussie beach-girls, coastal cowgirls, and vaqueras for reference. (IDK, I’ve just always envisioned Ace as part-Australian🌺 and Mexican 🏴‍☠️) Her clothing choices are mostly natural or utilitarian materials like the painted wooden beads on her top, her woven fabric and leather belts, and her denim jumpsuit. I gave her bikini top a zen-garden kind of feel because I read the first Ace’s Story Novel and I loved how idyllic and peaceful they made Sixis Island sound so I wanted to invoke that in some way.

Speaking of her painted wooden beads, they hang off the back of her top and represent her connection to Sabo and Luffy. They watch her back once she sets sail. She only wears one red glass bead earring because the other one got ripped out of her ear when a child, leaving her earlobe torn (don’t think about it too much 😢). Also, YES! she does wear a hibiscus flower just like Rouge (because I hate you and I want to make you cry, muhwahahahaha).

Also, I really wanted her to have super textured curly hair that licks behind her like flames. I am always considering whether or not a character should have long hair or not because I don’t want it to be a hindrance if they’re in a fight (or if they ARE a fighter with long hair, how to they avoid an enemy making use of that?). Ace is, of course, a Logia-type Devil Fruit User so I think she wouldn’t have trouble with people grabbing it LOL I get the feeling that she doesn’t take very good care of it even though it looks amazing. Like you’d think it would be soft and bouncy just by looking at it but if you ever get the chance to run your fingers through it, it’s a total rat’s nest and there’s sand and food all up in it. She still falls asleep while eating 😂 but she tries her best to only do it around people she can trust (woman moment 😔).

Honestly, her design is not that different from Ace’s canon look. It feels really vital to Ace’s character to have a lot of skin showing. And he’s always hanging all over himself with his hips all cocked like the weight of the world is too much to stand up straight. It is certainly not my OWN preference to make her an absolute smoke show. That’s just the character, okay? (I’m partially lying and the proof is that I turned the emblem on Ace’s hat strap into a sternum tattoo for no other reason than that it is sexy af.)

Here are some closeups of Ace:

Now for Sabo, I’ve made her very girly. I tried putting her in pants or something more militant but she told me that she’d wear the big poofy sleeves and hiked-up ruffled skirt. I think Sabo has always had a strong grasp on his fashion sense and individual flair and I truly believe that his personal style is one of the major influences for the rest of the Revolutionary Army resulting in the very flashy, queer, steampunk aesthetic (aside from Dragon’s plain-ass cloak). So of course I had to implement her nonconformist look when reimagining her as a woman and dress her up to the nines.

I’ve given her very ornate jewelry that is there to tell a story, even if she herself doesn’t know it. I like to think she picks up stuff from her travels that resonate with her, such as a damaged set of earrings with one stone missing or red cup-shaped shells featuring three nestled pearls. Another accessory that cannot go unmentioned is her dragon claw hat pin that keeps her top hat resting on top of her hair (and is definitely used as a weapon when the situation simply doesn’t call for trusty metal pipe). She also has a veil that obscures her prominent facial scar. I imagine she’s not very keen on the reminder of the incident from her childhood that took away her memories. I also kept her chipped toothed because 1) it’s fucking adorable and 2) is a visual reminder that she no longer aligns herself with the nobility who would have gotten such a thing fixed. She is so poised in almost every outward facet of her life from her dignified role as the Chief of Staff to the elegant materials in her clothing that it can be easy to forget she was also a rough and tumble forest dweller. Every time Koala remembers this, he lets out the biggest sigh.

Her hair is inspired by Gibson Girls and Elizabeth Swann from the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie. I wanted it to be fussy and tidy but fall apart when she’s in moments of distress. For example, when she remembers her sisters, her hair starts to look like Ace’s flaming mane. I’m so in love with her, I think she looks like an adorable little porcelain doll that would fuck you up. I made an effort to keep her eyes a little bit manic. I get lost in her steely black orbs (and also Ace’s warm brown ones, but we’re talking about Sabo rn).

Here are her close-ups:

Plot notes for this AU:

For this series of character designs, I wanted the expressions and outfits to be aligned with the canon plot but I don’t know if I have the heart to kill fem!Ace in my AU. I’m too attached and ASL has suffered enough!!!!! But Ace’s death is also a major defining moment for Luffy so it feels disingenuous to completely avoid it. Also a huge aspect of Sabo’s character is carrying on Ace’s will and I have so many thoughts about how the Dressrosa Colosseum scene would play out if they were all women. Oh well, I’ll cross that tragic bridge when I get to it. I’m definitely going to draw some Modern AU Girl Piece ASL though. They deserve to hang out with no stakes 😭 They are sisters!!!

Check out the tag “girl piece” on my blog for my other One Piece genderbends! 🥰

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{ ☆ needy for jay }

pairing: bf! jay x needy! shy! f. reader

contents: ovulation mention, fingering, kissing, pet names, p in v, soft dom jay, reader a simp lowk, finger sucking, cum eating, riding, nipple play

synopsis: reader is horny af during ovulation week but is too shy to directly ask jay for help

w.c. 1.7k

ovulation week is a bitch. literally every little thing your boyfriend did was turning you on beyond belief. the way his sleeves were rolled up while he was cooking dinner, showcasing his forearms, the veins trailing down to his pretty hands. his long, slender fingers precisely cutting up vegetables. your eyes trailed down every inch of his profile, taking in every aspect of your gorgeous boyfriend as you watched him from the dinner table. jay pretended not to notice your stares, but he could feel your eyes on him. he’s felt them on him all week but hasn’t said anything, hoping you’d come to him first.

once dinner was ready and jay brought the plates to the table, you couldn’t help but trail your eyes down his arms, to his hands, and to his fingers again. wishing they were inside you. you press your legs together under the table as you mutter a quick thank you to jay. “you’re welcome, baby,” he says as he takes his seat across from you at the table. you keep your eyes on him, trailing down to his chest, where he’s got a couple of his buttons undone, showing a small amount of skin. he was driving you crazy. you bring your eyes back up, and he’s already looking at you, giving you a small smile, a blush creeps onto your cheeks, and you look down at your food. “are you feeling okay, my love? you’ve been awfully quiet this evening.” jay says, snapping you out of the trance you’ve been in since he sat in front of you. “y-yeah, i’m okay! don’t worry,” you smile at him. he nods, accepting your answer for the time being.

you both continue to eat your food, and you offer to do the dishes since jay did the cooking. “you’re the best, baby; i’ll go find something for us to watch on TV,” he says while placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. you close your eyes at the feeling, trying to keep your composure as you smile up at him. he heads into the living room, settling on the couch and grabbing the remote to find something to watch. you try to clear your mind of these thoughts you’ve been having while you wash the dishes, almost feeling successfully distracted until you look over to see how jay was sitting on the couch. he sat with his lap open and inviting, manspreading, with his arms crossed over his chest. at any other time, this was completely normal; you’d seen him sit like this many times before. but this time was different. you watched him from in front of the sink, lip tucked between your teeth as you trailed your eyes down to his lap. you tear your head away and focus on finishing the dishes. dirty thoughts about your boyfriend running through your mind still.

you finally finish up the dishes and dry your hands. you begin to make your way into the living room. wetness pooling between your legs as you watch your boyfriend intently. he turns his head to meet your eyes as you make your way over; he smiles at you, and that’s it. you can’t take it anymore. once you make it to the couch, you climb into his lap, head resting on his chest as you pout slightly. his arms wrap around you, holding you close. you sigh slightly. “what’s the matter, baby?” jay asks. and he already knows what’s wrong; he just wants to hear you say it. jays hands travel up to pick your head up of his chest, making your eyes meet his. your eyes are big and glossed over, sending pangs right to his chest . “talk to me, baby, what’s bothering you?” he asks again as he tucks a stray hair behind your ear. you really don’t want to say it; you’re embarrassed that you’ve been thinking such dirty thoughts about your boyfriend. “don’t make me say it, please,” you say back to him, your voice shaking slightly as the ache between your thighs becomes stronger. “do you need me, baby?” he finally asks, and you nod shyly, heat filling up your cheeks. “where do you need me?” he cocks his head to the side, one of his hands traveling down to come in between you two. his hand lands on your clothed heat, you gasp slightly. “here?” he says, and you nod, your lip tucked between your teeth.

“mmm, my needy baby, why didn’t you just say so?” he chuckles lightly. “what do you need from me? you want my fingers my mouth, my cock?” he asks. you stare at him with big doe eyes before nervously answering, “f-fingers, please." he smirks at you. “so polite, my good girl,” he coos. words sending shockwaves straight to your core. he brings his hands to the waistband of your shorts, beginning to pull them down. you lean up slightly, making it easier for him to get them off. your underwear comes next, then your shirt, and lastly your bra, until you’re completely bare on his lap. he takes in the sight of you, completely on display for him, practically begging for him to do something. his cock aches at the sight. he kisses your lips, then your cheek, and trails kisses all the way down your neck and to your chest. he gives attention to both of your nipples, licking and sucking slightly, making you moan at the sensation.

he trails a hand back down to your heat, and begins collecting your wetness on his fingers. you shudder at the feeling, letting a whine fall from your lips. “so sensitive already, baby,” jay comments. you roll your head back as jay begins to move his fingers at a faster pace, making sure to circle around your clit more often than not. you’re a moaning mess already, climax building up quicker since you were so needy. he removes his fingers from your clit, bringing them down to circle your dripping hole. he inserts a finger, a loud moan escaping your mouth. he moves his finger slowly at first, then adds in another as he picks up the pace. your head is cloudy as he fucks you with his fingers, your orgasm approaching, jay realizes this when you start clenching around his fingers and your breathing becomes more ragged. he brings his thumb to your clit, paying it attention while his fingers are still buried inside you. this sends you over the edge; your hips bucks, your legs shake, and a string of lewd moans falls from your lips. jay helps you ride your orgasm before removing his fingers and bringing them up to his lips. he takes his fingers in his mouth, tasting your juices, before removing them with a pop. “so sweet, my pretty girl,” he coos and gives you a kiss on the forehead.

“can i fuck you now? hm?"  he asks, and you nod. “yes, please, jay.” he smiles triumphantly before moving you off his lap to undress himself. you watch every move he makes, lip between your teeth, as you admire your boyfriend's body in front of you. he sits back down, wasting no time to pull you back onto his lap. you feel his length press against your core, causing both of you to moan. his cock is pressed perfectly between your folds, and you start to move back and forth on his cock, wetting it with your juices, and moaning at the feeling. jay winces slightly, “fuck baby, if you keep going like that, i’m gonna cum,” he rolls his head back, and you take the opportunity to place a few kisses on his neck. “someone’s gotten bold now, huh?” he chuckles, and you smile at him, nodding bashfully. “please give it to me, jay” you say, looking so prettily at him. how could he say no?

he lifted up your hips enough to line himself up with your entrance, and you whined at the feeling of his tip pressing against your hole. he slowly guides you down on his cock, the both of you moaning at the feeling. “fuck you’re so tight,” he winces, as he stills himself inside you, letting you get used to the stretch. “so big, jay” you moan, “please move.” he immediately grabs your hips and starts fucking you onto his cock. you cry out at how deep he’s reaching. your hands fly to his shoulders to steady yourself. his fingertips holding your hips so tight you’re sure it’ll leave bruises. his cock is continuously hitting that spongey spot inside, making you cry out his name over and over again.

you feel your stomach start to tighten; you’re getting so close to cumming, and jay can tell. he reaches down in between you and starts rubbing circles on your clit, the stimulation sending you into overdrive as you cum all over his cock, legs shaking and clenching around him. jays thrusts become sloppy as he comes undone, spilling his seed inside you. he pulls out completely to see his cum seeping out of you, he’s got a proud look on his face as he caresses your cheek. “look at the mess we made, baby, so pretty.” he says, your breathing is still ragged from your high, but you lean against him, wrapping your arms around his neck. he caresses the back of your head with his hand, his other arm wrapped snugly around your waist. “you tired, baby? you did so well for me.” he coos; he feels you nod against his chest, too tired to speak.

he sits up from the couch, lifting you with him. you automatically wrap your legs around his waist as you hold on close to him. he brings you into your shared bedroom and then into the bathroom, and sets you down on the counter. you whine when he lets go of you to walk towards the bathtub. “one second, pretty, i’ll be right back,” he says softly. he turns on the bathtub, making sure the water is warm before letting it fill. he comes back over to you while the tub fills, using his hands to massage your legs, and then your back lightly. once the tub is full he picks you back up and places you in the tub. he then climbs in behind you, you sitting in between his legs with your back against his chest. he takes his time cleaning you up, and after he’s done, you turn around and do the same for him.

“i love you, my jay,” you say sweetly.

“i love you too, baby.”

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Medieval&Fantasy Conversions Dump

So guys recently i've been converting a LOT of Medieval and Fantasy stuff, so for me not spamming i decide to put all together and release for you guys 🥰

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Warnings ; some clothes need invisible shoes and just work together.All the acessories are compatible with Hat Slider.

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ALL CREDITS OF THE CCS GO TO THE ORIGINAL CREATORS. I just convert them for sims3, i will let all infos in one doc together with the ccs <3

Any problem please let me know! If you like my work and want to give me extra support or make a LargeRequest (Open again in 30th) here is my Ko-Fi ^_^

PHOTOS OF THE CCS UNDER THE CUT ↓

[captain-huggy-bear]

The Sleeves

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Short Fem!Reader

Warnings: Quinn thinking you're hot af, so slightly mature in that sense but nothing extreme.

Summary: Jersey sleeves are just a little too long for you.

Notes: Reader is described as short but not a specific height. I, a short person, could be wrong here, but I assume the taller you are the longer your arms are hense the height focus in this fic. Also it's a 43 Hughes jersey not Quinn's own one because we're all different sizes and I don't want anyone to be unable to imagine it, y'know????

Had this idea cause my Jack Jersey has super long sleeves and it makes me feel safe and silly (I'm getting a Quinn jersey for X-mas from my brother and i'm very excited)

It's baffling actually, when you really think about it, that you'd been dating a pro-Hockey player for nearly 8 months and hadn't owned a single jersey until now. Sure, Quinn had tried to convince you to just borrow one of his, his desire to see you in his jersey practically an obsession, but half the time they were sweat stained and stinky and you kind of just wanted one designed for you and your body. So you'd gone to his games in just your normal clothes, sometimes you wore the stupid t-shirt Jack and Luke got you with Quinn's face on it for your birthday, but you'd never worn a hockey jersey.

This had seemed a shame and you'd decided enough was enough. You went to all Quinn's home games and tried to go to as many away games as possible, you thought that surely you should, as a dutiful girlfriend wear a #43 jersey. It felt wrong, somehow, not to have at least one, to wear one at least once.

So you'd bought one, taken your time considering which version to get, which size you preferred. You hadn't told Quinn because any time you wanted to buy something for yourself he always did it for you, claiming he had more money than he knew what to do with. As sweet as it was, sometimes you wanted to spend your own hard earned money. Plus, you'd wanted it to be a surprise. It was practically on his bucket list at this point, it felt like something...big.

So you'd kept it quiet, bought a #43 Hughes black skate jersey in a size just this side of too big, oversized for the comfort factor. What you hadn't anticipated was how you felt wearing it...or Quinn's reaction.

It was just fabric, just a jersey but the moment you slipped it on you felt...safe. The fabric was soft against your skin, not tight or claustrophobic and the sleeves...oh the sleeves were your favourite part. You were short, that was a fact of life, you hadn't grown upwards since you were 14 and you'd made your peace with it. Didn't really have a choice, given that you spent all your time around hockey players. Some of whom were absolute giants, Meyers came straight to mind. Quinn was considered a smaller player in the business and even he made you feel short. Being short, had the effect though of making the sleeves of your jersey gigantic.

You couldn't really describe the sheer joy you felt when the sleeves went past your fingertips absolutely swallowing your hands. You felt like a little kid again, you felt comfy, and safe. Maybe it was scratching some sort of anxiety itch in your brain or maybe it was that you'd missed this feeling from when you were a kid, the feeling of being so so small that everything else felt giant, but you loved it either way.

Your plan was to hide the jersey until Quinn's next game, ready to surprise him when he looked for you during warmups, ready for him to realise you were finally wearing his name and number. Something he'd been not so subtly pushing for months every single time he conveniently left a jersey out next to your game day clothes before he left for the rink.

The moment he left for the game after a goodbye kiss and some I love yous, you'd put the jersey he'd left on the bed away (no matter how many times he washed it it still had the lingering smell of hockey...) and reached into the back of the wardrobe, underneath a series of boxes and miscellaneous items, for your own. You'd hidden it well, so far back, it was actually a struggling to get to.

You'd slipped it on over your jumper and layers, letting the sleeves fall over your fingertips. That familiar safe, giddy feeling filling you as you twirled in a circle in front of the mirror before dropping your shoulders, closing your eyes and just enjoying it. There was something about the physical sensation that was enjoyable, the way it felt, the sense of comfort it brought, but it went past that. It felt good to look in the mirror and see Quinn's number on your arms, across your back, his surname plastered in the large font. It felt good to wear a reminder of him.

You opened your eyes after a few moments of flapping the long sleeves about, a childish joy in the flap of fabric. Your sight snagging in the mirror on the doorframe behind you, Quinn leaning a shoulder against it, kit bag at his feet. He had softest smile on his face, the sort of smile that made his eyes crinkle gently and had his teeth poking out just so.

You spin around to face him startled, not expecting him to be back. Your fingers meeting and twisting together, hidden beneath the lengths of sleeve fabric.

"Did you...did you forget something?"

It's obvious to him that you're trying to avoid the elephant in the room, the surprise he's clearly ruined. It's not his jersey, but it is and it's all he's wanted to see you in for months now...Fuck, you look good in his jersey. You've brought it in a size that's just the right sort of oversized, swallowing familiar curves under layers of black, yellow and red fabric. How you make something that hides every part of you look so good he doesn't really understand, but he thinks that maybe that just says more about how he feels about you than anything else.

Your hands are invisible, swallowed by fabric and his name and number across your back were practically searerd into his retina. A memory pressed into the pages of his mind. It's stupid, possessive, ridiculous, caveman-ish but, fuck, he likes that you're saying you're his, likes that everyone can see it. That it's his name across your back.

"My number looks good on you..." Quinn bites down on his bottom lip, tilts his head to the side as his eyes trail over you. The way he's looking at you, you'd think you were stood there naked, not swallowed in fabric. It makes your cheeks warm.

"Quinn..." You let out and embarrassed whine, hands coming up to cover your face as he trails his way closer, feet padding softly across the carpet. His gear forgotten in the doorway, the sense of urgency to get the last piece he forgot and get to the rink, gone. Game? What game?

You feel his presence first, feet stopping close to your own, his form towering over you as he wraps his hands gently around your wrists and tugs them free from your face. He's practically grinning at you, that one strand of brunet hair falling across his brow as he leans down towards you.

"The sleeves too, you look cute in it, fuck..." He tugs on the ends of the sleeves, examining the way your hands are swallowed by the fabric. The cute wiggle of them from underneath before being swallowed whole.

"This for me, pretty girl?"

You nod, feeling oddly shy in front of him as his eyes keep following your form like he can't quiet get enough. It's surreal, you've had boyfriends who didn't even look at you like that when you were dolled to the nines, you're just in a jersey, some ordinary clothes, everything covered, nothing special, "...It was supposed to be a surprise...for tonight."

"Ah," he fills in the blanks. He's ruined it by coming back unexpectedly, because he forgot his stupid mouthguard of all things. He imagines it though, being on the ice, looking for you like he always does, his eyes gravitating towards you like he's stuck in your orbit. He can see the way you'd look in the lights of the rink, his number proudly displayed. Could see the way he'd probably stop dead on the ice, probably get a bunch of shit from the guys, can see Petey shoving him with a laugh, but he'd not care at all because you're finally wearing his jersey and he's been waiting for this for months.

"Can you, uh, never take it off?" he laughs, tugging you closer, arms wrapping around you as his fingers trail across the letters making up his name on the back. Memorising the feel of it, his name on you, finally.

"Quinn..."

"What? You look...fuck, you look so good in my jersey, baby, like...unreal..." He means it and you know he means it because he's got that sparkle in his eyes that screams his feelings out loud without a single word.

"...you have a game to get to.." you mumble, face pressing into his chest, trying to hide from him because only Quinn can make you quite this bashful after this length of time together. Only Quinn can seemingly disarm you completely.

He presses a kiss to the top of your hair, cheek pushing against the crown of your head as he rocks you side to side.

"Mmm, you're not gonna take this off, right? You're still going to wear it to the game for me, baby?" There's a little slither of fear that he might have embarrassed you, that you'll hide the jersey away somewhere and he'll never see you in it again.

"...Yeah, i'll still wear it for you..."

He thinks this might just be what he wants for the rest of his life. You in his jersey, you with his name across your back, you...with the name you might one day share proudly taking up space for everyone to see.

In that moment, he realises, he's a complete fucking goner for you. He's well and truly fucked in the best sort of way.