#the weirdest things I can see coming... MMmmmm....

[hootsimedes]

TF2 Characters in The Sims 4 (Part 1)

Hello my friends! Today I come to show you my Sims creations! I made them all from scratch but of course I used references, like the 3D models and other Sims created before by Toco-san197 in The Sims Gallery if you want to see or use his Sims.

For now I have the "support class" (Engie is not a support but I'm putting it here anyway because I can do two parts with four Sims(?)

They're all made using the base game and free content (only one has CC)

So let's start with...

Medic:

A view without his glasses:

Idk about Medic's design, like, it's SO hard to do in The Sims... His face didn't work for me... And I hate the hair, but it's the only hair in the base game that looks like the original.

Sniper:

A view without his hat and glasses:

I like how Sniper looks, he feels like him, the only thing I don't like are the glasses but they're the only ones that I feel fit him well...

On the other hand, Sniper is the only one who uses TF2 CC. There's the CC in case you want to use it, it's not mine, all credits to its creator 🥰

But if you are going to use it, I warn you that the hat is corrupted 🥺 or at least in my game it's. And the jacket tends to disappear if you look that far away from the Sim's camera.

Idk if this happened because I have my game on the lowest graphics ever, but I'm warning you anyway.

Spy:

I love how Spy looks, when I made it I was thinking "Damn this man is easier to make in this game than draw him" but that's probably because I suck at drawing Spy lol.

Engineer:

Love Engie too, like, what a handsome man! "¿A qué hora sales por el pan? *Guiño guiño*"

It was hard to do without his goggles, but I did the best I could! Same with his body... I wish we could have short people in the game 😕 it's so weird to see him with the same size as Sniper 🤣

There you have it!

Do you like it? Want to see the others mercenaries? 🤔

Maybe a Part II coming soon...

[submarinefleet]

Hugs for the Sick

Frank “Doc” DuFresne x Reader

Content: Gender-Neutral Reader, Comfort, Care, Fluff, Nonsexual, Strong language, Fever-delirious reader

You’ve come down with some kind of illness, and Doc’s here to nurse you back to health. Spoiler alert: You survive.

The whole thing took you completely by surprise.

Yesterday you felt perfectly fine. You had “patrol,” made Caboose PB&J for lunch, took part in a small firefight with the Reds. At the closest approximation of 3AM on a planet that experienced eternal daylight, you and Tucker sipped expired fruit juice on the battlements together in the hopes of somehow getting drunk, and had another round of bullshit!philosophy hour while Church and Caboose took their turn sleeping. He made up something at one point that sounded vaguely nihilistic, to try and convince you to make out with him. You laughed harder at him than you had at anything in years.

The next morning though, you felt like absolute shit.

“I called your boyfriend,” Church said pitilessly. He was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

“No!” You groaned. You were sitting up in your cot, dazed and bleary-eyed, with blankets pooled around your lap. Not too dazed however to forget that getting Doc involved could possibly kill you. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, here's the thing: I know he's utterly useless and infuriating, but I also know I'm sure as hell not nursing you back to health.”

“Yeah, fffffuuuuck that!” Tucker loudly agreed from the other room. The fickle, traitorous bastard.

“You don't even have to take care of me, though!” You pleaded. “I'm, I'm not even that bad! You can just... just have Caboose bring me a glass of water every hour, or something! I'll get plenty of rest, and I'll be all better in no time! No nursing necessary.”

Church forced out a brisk, humorless “ha.” Then, “Yeah no. Don't think so.”

You glowered at him, and flopped back down onto your cot with a huff. Instantly, your head swam from the quick movement, and you groaned pitifully.

“He should be here soon.”

You groaned again—louder this time—and rolled over to face away from Church and the doorway he stood in.

After a minute, you heard him step away from the doorway and leave. You kept your eyes trained on the featureless wall across from you as a muffled conversation started up in a nearby room.

You were too busy frowning, that you didn't notice yourself nod off.

You came to with a start. Strangely cold, and with no concept of time.

You'd managed to kick the blanket off of your cot while you were asleep. You tried to sit up and reclaim it, but a fit of dizziness forced you back onto your pillow.

Your head was fuzzy—like it was stuffed full of cotton. Thinking felt like slogging through water.

You rolled onto your stomach and tucked your arms under your body in the hopes that would warm you up some. After a few minutes, you drifted off again.

Your brain slowly swam back into consciousness along with the room around you. It was fuzzy at the edges, and it took you several seconds of confusion to recognize it as your own. The world felt strange—you felt strange. For a minute, you thought you could see a figure milling about in the doorway.

“Keep your distance, Caboose.”

You heard Church's stern voice coming from the other room. It sounded muffled and warped, like you were hearing it from underwater.

“You hear me? One sick idiot's enough. I don't wanna have to deal with two.”

You missed Caboose's response as you sank back into a warm, murky sleep.

At some point during that third nap, you had a fever dream. Over a dozen tiny, purple Churches climbed in through your window (even though your room had no windows, and was also underground). They cackled maniacally in concert, lifted you out of your bed, and attempted to carry you out the window. You tried to fight them, but you felt too weak and could hardly move.

When you woke up, Doc was picking your blanket up off the floor.

“... Frank?”

“Hi, sweetie.” Doc sounded distracted. He shook your blanket out, then carefully draped it over you.

“I had the weirdest dream just now...” You muttered dazedly.

“Really?” Doc answered pleasantly while tucking you in. Going slowly, so he didn't leave even the smallest part of you uncovered. “What about?” When he was finished, he patted your knee gently. You vaguely noticed he wasn't wearing his gauntlets right now.

You squinted at the ceiling, blinked, and tried to recall your dream. The more you focused on it, however, the quicker it seemed to escape you-- like sand slipping through your fingers. “I don't... remember.”

“That's fine. If you remember any of it later, I'd love to hear it.”

Without further preamble, Doc began scanning you.

Your eyes lazily followed the green glow as he passed it from your toes up to your head. When he made a thoughtful noise, your eyes flicked back to his helmet in curiosity.

“Hm... looks like your temperature's at 105.”

“What?!” Your presence of mind returned in a landslide. You shot up, and instantly regretted it as you were hit by a wave of pain and dizziness. Spots danced in your vision as you slumped back onto your pillow. You felt like you were going to throw up.

“... Or that could be your blood pressure...”

“Oh my god.” You whimpered. Your boyfriend was going to kill you.

Not seeming to hear you, Doc made another thoughtful noise. “Ah-- you know what, 105 isn't bad for either of them. I'm sure it's fine.” He laughed good-naturedly, setting his scanner aside to start tucking the edges of the newly disturbed blanket back under you.

You almost wanted to cry; but you were too tired, too feverish, and felt too done with life to bother. Instead, you let your body go limp, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

“Based on Church's description, you weren't this bad earlier...” Doc said thoughtfully.

After a moment, you made a soft, non-committal noise that sounded like agreement.

“Have you been staying hydrated?”

You slowly turned your head to look at him, and blinked.

“I'll take that as a 'no'.” Doc picked up his gauntlets from your bedside table. “Be back in a jiffy!”

You returned your gaze to the ceiling as he left the room. This was a terrible idea. Calling your boyfriend was a terrible idea. You loved him, but he was going to try to solve the problem by rubbing aloe vera on your neck, or sticking your feet in a bucket of... of... quinoa, and then your ridiculously high fever was going to kill you.

Distantly, you hoped that your funeral wouldn't be shit. You were there for Church's funeral, and Tex's funeral, and those funerals were shit-- and actually, come to think of it; didn't you, Tucker and Caboose leave Church's body to rot up on the cliffs originally? You hoped Church didn't remember that-- or didn't hold a grudge, at the very least.

Distantly; you realized you were screwed.

Doc returned while you were in the middle of a fever-fueled existential crisis.

“Alright-- I'm going to need you to sit up, if you can. I'll help.”

When his words registered, you propped yourself up on your elbows partway. He slipped one power-armored arm through the newly freed space, and delicately hoisted you up into a sitting position.

Your head swam at your new vantage. You felt something cold and metallic press against your lips, and realized Doc was holding a canteen up for you to drink from.

Gratefully, you parted your lips, and cool water poured in between them. It splashed down your sore throat, and soothed some of the swelling.

Doc waited for you to drink your fill. He closed the canteen and set it aside. “Feeling any better?”

You weakly raised one arm, and gave him a thumbs up. “Mmf.” You let your head loll onto his shoulder.

“Wonderful,” Doc said warmly. “Staying hydrated is always important, but the absolute best cure for an illness--” He trailed off as he wrapped both arms around you, and hugged you gently to his chest. “Is a hug.”

You frowned up at his visor in confusion. Wasn't he going to catch what you have?

Even under your scrutiny, Doc continued to hold you. He shucked the gauntlet off of one hand and petted his bare palm soothingly over the crown of your head.

Despite the relative uselessness of the gesture, Doc's power armor and dry palm both felt comfortably cool against your feverish skin. The petting as well felt surprisingly good, and your eyelids drooped closed more and more with each stroke of his hand. “Mmmmmm...” You hummed in pleasure.

Doc chuckled at that. “See? You feel better already.” He smoothed the sweat-damp hair off of your forehead, and kissed your brow. “I'm sorry your team doesn't have very good bedside manners. Now that I'm here, we'll have you back to normal in no time.”

Doc's calm, even tone comforted you. But there was still something bothering you. “... Won't you... get sick, too?” You muttered.

“Hm?...” Doc paused as what you said registered. Then a moment later, his hand continued its gentle petting. “Oh, there's no need to worry. Now that the symptoms are showing, you shouldn't be contagious anymore. Assuming, of course, you even were to begin with.”

You hummed in dazed thoughtfulness. Was that actually true? It was always hard to tell with him.

Doc pressed another kiss to your brow, then rested his cheek against the crown of your head. He rocked you gently. “... You should come with me this time, when I leave... it feels like I only ever get to spend time with you when you get hurt, and that happens way too much for my comfort.”

“... My team...” You muttered.

“They're not very nice. They don't take care of you at all. They just left you in here with no food or water all day and all night.”

You hummed softly.

“And there's no way they'll let me stay for too long... think it over, ok? If you ever want to be around someone who actually watches out for you. The offer's always open.”

You didn't want to think about it right now. But the thought of getting to be held like this all the time was appealing. The rocking, actually, was putting you into this weird hyper-calm state where your thoughts flowed by as a distant stream.

“... We could have a vegetable garden...” Doc began softly, after a little while. “Grow all kinds of things... maybe Donut would want to stay with us, too. He grew up on a farm. He'll know how to grow any kind of plant we want. That'd be nice, wouldn't it? Just the three of us?”

Doc's voice was so calming. You felt yourself drifting off as if he were reading you a bedtime story.

“Grow our own food, so we don't have to rely on rations and junk food from the city all the time. Give you all sorts of healthy things to eat...”

Doc's voice was steadily growing farther away.

“Keep you from getting sick... from getting hurt... won't be people arguing and yelling around you all the time...”

After a while, you couldn't tell what he was saying anymore. His voice devolved into a soft, pleasant, wordless murmur as sleep swallowed you up into heavy thoughtless oblivion.

[vintage-story-time]

MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 6

"Beth?!" he softly said in surprise. He felt Julie slide closer to him. "I think you'll like this, Jim. She really knows how to work a crowd." Jim pulled his eyes from his sister as she waved her gorgeous butt in the face of a front table occupant. Julie's face was very close to his and her eyes were searching his face. "Why did you bring me here?' he asked and licked his lips. Julie smiled. "You knew about us. Why not?....She can't see us back here...look at her. She's beautiful, isn't she?"

Jim looked again at his sister. She was pulling down the straps of her bikini top, shrugging her shoulders seductively as she leaned against a pole. He'd always thought his sister was cute but up there on the stage she was down right hot. Thoughts of the previous night when he'd imagined himself fucking Elizabeth stirred in his mind again. He, like every other male in the room, was imagining what it would be like to hold that sexy dancer, to squeeze her soft slender ass as you worked your dick into her..... "Lizzie's one of the favorites here," Julie said close to his ear, bringing him out of his fantasy, "she can make $700-$800 a night easy." Jim remembered Sheryl's pitch..$100...we'll go downstairs, whattaya say? 'Jesus, I wonder if Beth makes her money that way?!' Jim couldn't believe his sister would sell herself like that...but he'd never have thought she'd even strip. On the stage, Elizabeth pulled off her bikini top, kicked it into the crowd and cupped her adorable tits proudly. His sister had long fucking nipples; maybe an inch and a half long. And she knew how to use them. As he watched, she began twirling them with her fingers, her face swimming with pretended ardor as she leaned back against the pole. Several tables down front broke into cheers, the business men loving every minute of it. "Mmmmmm, I love her nips." Julie said hotly as her hand slid back over the lump in his pants. "Oooooo, I'd swear you're getting harder. Poor baby, does your sister excite you, too?" "No!" Jim protested quickly. "She's my sister, for Christssake!" "So?.....Your sister is a prime piece of ass. Shit, there's thousands upon thousands upon thousands of boys fucking their butt-ugly sisters in this country alone and you're going to tell me you wouldn't like to get it on with Liz?!" She made it sound almost conceivable; Jim knew it wasn't. He'd grown up with Elizabeth. They'd shared too much as brother and sister to take the kind of leap that Julie was...what?...advocating? "You may be right," Jim gave her, "but I'm not like that." He wished he could be more persuasive but Julie got off the subject. "Watch this!" she said and Jim focused again on Elizabeth as she untied seductively the knots on her thong bottom. To continued catcalls, his sister began using the thong like dental floss, pulling the flimsy material back and forth between her legs. Jim, even from the back of the room, could see some of his sister's dark pubic patch on either slide of the sliding material. 'Look at her! God, she's so.... so slutty!' Jim marveled to himself. 'It looks like she's really enjoying herself....stripping in front of a room full of strangers....OK, let me see it, Sis! Let us all see it.' Beth did let them all see. She released the thong in the back and whipped it up to her face as she spread her legs wide. She lewdly sniffed the bottoms before casting them off to an appreciative table. Then she began moving around the stage; falling to her knees with her legs open as men stood up to get a closer look or crawling on her hands and knees and offering a backdoor view of her sex. Jim felt weirdest viewing his sister's most intimate area. He, like everyone else, got a good view of his sister's neatly-trimmed dark muff. And like everyone else he was wondering what it would be like to tongue it or fuck it, God help him. Beside him, unknown to him, Julie watched his face, not Elizabeth. Jim struggled to fit the key in the door of the apartment as Julie pressed her tits into his back and slid her hands down the front of his jeans. "Having trouble putting it in?" she teased him as he finally found the mark and opened the door. "You won't be saying that in a few minutes," he countered as he ushered her in and closed the door. He hoped maybe it would come true. He'd tried to feel Julie up in the cab back to the apartment but she'd always moved his hands to her tits....she really liked to have her tits squeezed. "Have a seat,

Romeo," Julie said as she sauntered into the kitchen. Jim fell onto the couch and kicked off his sneakers. Julie soon returned with a frosty looking bottle and some small glasses. She sat on the couch next to him, turning her body and laying her long right leg across his thighs as she handed him a glass. "Ever had a shooter?" she asked. "Iced vodka?" "No, but I'll try anything once," Jim promised as she poured an inch of the clear liquid into his glass. His left hand dropped onto her leg and began stroking it as she poured herself a similar portion. Julie placed the bottle on the coffee table and they clinked their glasses together. "No sipping these." Julie said as she tilted her head back and threw the drink down her throat. Jim did the same, enjoying the cold nature of the shot. "Good job! I'll make a man out of you yet." Julie teased. She was always digging at him. Jim chose just to smile as he ran his hand slowly up her inner thigh, up past the bottom of her dress. "Hey! What did I tell you?!" Julie said as she swung her leg off him and stood up. "I told you no touching my pussy, didn't I?" she sounded truly angry. 'Great, way to go, hormone boy! Way to fuck things up!' Jim berated himself silently. "Look, Julie, I'm sorry ...... I just wanted to make you feel good. Most girls like it...." Julie seemed to calm down. "All right. Look, it's not you .... I made this vow that no man would ever again touch me there ...... all you got to do is promise to keep your hands off this particular area of my body and you and I will get along just fine." "Deal. Now come on and sit back down." Julie gave him that evil smile and sat back down, again throwing her leg over his. "Now where were we?" she said as she placed her hand on his crotch and began rubbing. "I think..." Jim said as he hooked a finger in the top of her dress and pulled it down, exposing more of olive-hewed breasts, "....we were about to get naked and do what boys and girls will do!" "Mmmmm, that sounds good .... but being naked is so ordinary ... you wait here, I'm going to slip into something that I think you'll like." Julie gave him a big wet kiss and headed for her bedroom. At the door, she turned and said, "When I call you, come on in. And I don't want those clothes on you." "Oh, yes, maam." Jim said to his thirtysomething seductress and she slid through the door and closed it behind her. Jim leaped up off the couch, made a boxing uppercut motion to express his derilious state of excitement and headed into his bedroom. He pulled off his shirt and went into the bathroom to brush his hair back into place as he unbuttoned and shucked his jeans off. "Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy....oh you lucky motherfucker." He pulled off his underwear and began massaging his dick, wanting it to look as big as it could without being erect. He didn't want to appear to excited. Grabbing a washcloth, he swabbed off his member with some hot water and did his armpits just to be safe and then toweled both areas dry. Quick squirt of deodorant and into his bedroom again. Dropping to the floor, he did 10 pushups, enjoying the way his muscles tightened up. Back out into the livingroom, her bedroom door still closed, locked the front door even though his sister wasn't supposed to get off until midnight and it's only 10:45. Have another drink, hand keeping some blood in the old dick, feeling stupid standing naked in the livingroom especially since someone in a higher building might be able to see through the glass doors in the dining area. Think about Julie, think about that Penthouse body and that Hustler outlook on life....it doesn't get any better than this! "JIMMMMM! I'M READDDYYY!" 'Play it cool, man .... she's just another girl .... she wants it worse than you do ..." Jim psyched himself as he walked over to the door. Putting on his sexiest smile, he turned the knob and leaned in the bedroom. And about died.