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ameezip · 5 months

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Gallery 03

Ready Stock (All Claimed)

#Gallery 03 #Gallery 03 : Ready Stock #All Claimed

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folio-mac · 1 year

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lagerfeld gallery fw 2002 backstage

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lunafool · 3 months

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☽ ▌ ▏▏▏ 01 ― 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 • ( ic ) ☽ ▌ ▏▏▏ 02 ― 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 • ( ooc ) ☽ ▌ ▏▏▏ 03 ― 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 • ( inbox ) ☽ ▌ ▏▏▏ 04 ― 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 • ( prompts ) ☽ ▌ ▏▏▏ 05 ― 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 • ( dash comm ) ☽ ▌ ▏▏▏ 06 ― 𝘮𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 • ( dash game ) ☽ ▌ ▏▏▏ 07 ― 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘮 • ( gallery ) ☽ ▌ ▏▏▏ 08 ― 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬 • ( headcanon ) ☽ ▌ ▏▏▏ 09 ― 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦; 𝘨𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵，𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 • ( character study ) ☽ ▌ ▏▏▏ 10 ― 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴 • ( queue ) ☽ ▌ ▏▏▏ 11 ― 𝘮𝘱3 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 • ( audio ) ☽ ▌ ▏▏▏ 12 ― 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 • ( reference ) ☽ ▌ ▏▏▏ 13 ― 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 • ( promo ) ☽ ▌ ▏▏▏ 14 ― 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 • ( self promo ) ☽ ▌ ▏▏▏ 15 ― 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 • ( crack )

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marilynjeansims · 5 months

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High School Gallery Recommendations. part 1 | by marilynjeansims

ꨄ︎ 01. copperdale high school by marmeladart size | 64x64

ꨄ︎ 02. private high school by mrolkan size | 64x64

ꨄ︎ 03. copperdale high school by jessicapieyt size | 64x64

ꨄ︎ 04. high school - modern by plumbobkingdom size | 64x64

ꨄ︎ 05. copperdale high school by schnuck01 size | 64x64

ꨄ︎ 06. copperdale high school by bidomaudo size | 64x64

#sims 4 gallery #gallery recs #the sims 4 build #sims 4 build #sims build #ts4 build #the sims 4 #the sims #sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 maxis match #sims 4 simblr #ts4 simblr #simblr #the sims community #sims 4 aesthetic #sims 4 high school years #sims 4 high school #sims 4 copperdale

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hyggetrait · 1 year

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Welcome to El Árbol Fusion Restaurant

Functioning Hours:

Sunday -Thursday 10:00am - 9:00pm ET

Friday -Saturday 10:00am - 12:00am ET

Located in Windenburg, El Árbol is the latest restaurant opened by humanitarian chef Jorge Andris. With a minimal but tropical decor, imported wines from all over the sim's world, and delicious gastronomic haute cuisine we are sure this latest hot spot will delight any sim's pallet.

Gallery ID: NicoleSimblr

Make sure to check the ‘include custom content’ checkbox otherwise my builds wont come up.

Additional Information, including CC list below.

Important Information:

Enable bb.moveobjects when placing down

I use gshade preset Tofu by @ellcrze, so colors might look different for you

Always feel free to tag me if you download and use the lot, it makes me so happy!

This build uses a lot of items from the dessert luxe pack, so I highly recommend having that pack which hopefully everyone has since it was free!

CC Information

note the * denote the cc that is not required or only use one item from a set and are simply decor elements you can pass up.

Tuds - Inds 01-03, Cave, NCTR - note all of these sets are required

Myshunosun - Gale Dining (I would argue this is also required)

HeyHarrie - Brownstone (wallpaper, windows), SPOONs (Couches), Jardane

Harlix - Orjanic (columns), Jardane

CharlyPancakes - CHALK pt 2 (Floor)

Pierisims - MCM (plant), Davids Apartment (Rug)*

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biancml · 1 year

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last update september 09th 2023.

In this list I will share my tips that can help you to improve your game (better graphics, less lag) and I really recommend it. Credits to all the cc creators & check their blogs if the mods are updated.

Clean your pc

01 | Delete all the scratch & temp. Delete uninstalled and unused app, app folders and other folders. Update your drivers. Always do disk cleanup.

02 | Delete the "eletronic arts" caches: cachestr, cache, resource, onlinethumbnailcache, avatarcache, localthumbcache, lastexception, musics, clientDB, scratch (always before open the game).

03 | Don't keep files in your tray folder (only a few that are necessary for you).

04 | Create a folder with shortcuts to these caches mentioned on number 01 and 02, this way it's easier to always clean them.

Organize your game

05 | Move your screenshots and videos out of the electronic arts folder (keep it on pendrive, one drive or other).

06 | Create only few folders (with categories) inside the mod folder. In my mods folder I have four (I recommend not adding any folders inside these).

07 | Remove or update old mods. Don't keep duplicate or conflicting mods, this is very important (you can use Sims4 Mod Manager).

08 | Use Sims4 Studio to merge the CC from each creator or category (as you prefer). Organize the names of these merged packages, to make it easy for you to find.

09 | Check the CC polygons, big numbers mean heavier cc. Also the weight of them.

Configurations

10 | In power options, select high performance. Put the game in administrator mode. When starting the game, open the task manager and set priority to "High".

11 | Keep configuring the game graphics until you notice a difference in the speed. Put the audios in the middle. Uncheck unnecessary things for you, example: "connect automatically".

12 | Keep as few favorites in the gallery as possible, this way it will open faster and become lighter.

Graphics

no fade

faster camera

shadows for days

maps replacement

moon replacement

better in-game lighting

graphics setters overhaul

heatwave or noblu worlds

ghibli clouds or clouds default

no blu + no glo or ittl + ootd + purple skies

reshade (you can find amazing presets on patreon)

milk thisle, astral lights, twinkle toes, moonglow or sunblind

k-hippie replacements (it's heavy, but improves the textures)

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tea-tuesday · 8 months

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09/03/2023

this long weekend, i went to an art gallery and then read cases/case briefed at a café after❣️ trying to get through all the cases before my class on tuesday...

#my barista is so kind for making a cute little heart on my latte!!#also going to post more pics of the art museum shortly...#studyblr #study inspiration #studyspo #mine #tea-tuesday #studying #lawblr #study #law school #law school tumblr #study motivation #studystudystudy #gradblr

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ameezip · 5 months

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Gallery 03

Result from Open Request at rplayedits

#Gallery 03 #Gallery 03 : Result

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stylesnews · 1 month

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Harry visiting an art gallery in New York - 16/03

#harry styles #mar24 #candid

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wntrs0ldier · 5 months

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AN OFFER II · 03

pairing: mob!bucky x reader words: 3k warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of cheating, mature themes, dark themes, language, fluff, boyd holbrook as clint barton.

“You like that girl, huh?” “I've already told you as much as you should know,” he stated with no hesitation, his eyes still locked on you. But Sam knew more, much more. He wasn't blind. Or clueless.

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The heat of the evening clung to your body even before you slammed the car door behind you, making you immediately miss the air conditioned interior you hadn't had time to fully enjoy. You blamed the insufficiently long distance between your gallery and the suburbs where Steve's house was located, and the fact that you had to make a solid effort in the back seats, changing your office clothes for the light summer dress that Bucky had supposedly prepared for you – Parker had delivered such a message to you along with the dress when he came to pick you up for work.

You headed to the garden at the back of the house, where numerous conversations were coming from, merging into one incomprehensible gibberish of dozens of voices, and the smell of smoke hung in the air.

Having spotted Steve walking towards you, you put on a wide grin.

“Happy birthday.” You tied your arms around his neck, and Steve rubbed your back.

“Thanks,” he laughed quietly.

You pulled away and handed him a bottle of wine. “And this is for you.”

“Bucky’s already given me the gift from both of you," he assured with a slightly dim smile. Steve was doing his best to show his gratitude, but you could well see how uncomfortable he was. If it was up to him, the party would have had nothing to do with his birthday – fireworks and a few loved ones would have been enough.

“Yeah, I know…” You scratched your neck. “But I didn't want to come with empty hands.”

“Alright.” Steve's smile took on a bit lighter expression. “Come on,” he said, nodding encouragingly. “Do you want something to drink?”

“Oh, I'd love to,” you huffed with relief.

It was even hotter by the grill. Steve flipped a couple of sizzling steaks over, then reached into the coolbox, filled with melted ice and beers bathed in it, and handed you a wet bottle – pleasantly cold in your hand. It hissed as he opened it for you, and specks of drink fell barely perceptible on your skin. With the drink brought to your lips, you looked around; you didn't expect to find anything in particular, but your eyes instinctively landed on a familiar figure.

Holding his own beer in a loose grip, Bucky was talking to some woman. At least that's what it seemed to you at first; it soon became apparent that he was actively listening to her, and fighting with himself not to look bored.

His hair, tied back in a bun, exposed his face – slightly weary eyes, flushed cheeks and wet, shiny lips. Your own stretched in a warm smile as you watched the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on, remembering that he had once asked you to call him yours. And so he was yours.

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Clint approaching. “Howdy, Y/N,” he spoke in a voice so not concise that you were able to judge how much alcohol, more or less, he had managed to take in. Enough to embrace you casually, draw you closer and place a juicy kiss on your cheek, his lips wet and sticky. On the other hand, as a matter of fact, Barton did not need alcohol to behave like this. “It's not nice to be late, don’t you think?”

“Hi, Clint,” you replied when you finally had the chance to do so. You carefully moved him away from you – you didn't mind that he was stuck to you, but you had to get rid of the additional source of heat as soon as possible. Nevertheless, Clint's arm remained glued to your shoulders. “I wasn't late,” you stated lightly. “I was here all the time. You just didn't see me.” You raised your eyebrows with conviction.

Clint furrowed his forehead. “No…” he said doubtfully. “That's not true…”

“No?” you dug deeper, driving Clint further into confusion.

“Clint,” you heard. The exact moment of Bucky's appearance escaped you, but given the length of the conversation you had with Barton, he had just approached the two of you. “Stop fucking harassing my wife.”

“I'm not harassing your wife,” he protested, taking his arm away. “And I don't know what she's doing, but she's terrorizing me.”

Bucky, unfazed, watched Clint in silence.

“Okay, okay…” Clint muttered, leaving.

You watched him for a moment, until you brought your gaze back to Bucky – you caught his eyes bore into you uninterrupted, and the corners of your mouth lifted involuntarily, mirroring his gentle, somewhat enigmatic smirk.

“Could you heat up something for her?” Bucky turned to Steve, who nodded in response. “Thanks.” He patted his shoulder, then reached out a hand to you, which you accepted without hesitation. He pulled you carefully toward a long, set table that, with a few stains and general disorder, gave away what stage the party was at. “I saved you a seat,” Bucky said, stroking your knuckles with his thumb. A gentle smile sneaked onto your lips again. The fact that he had done something seemingly insignificant with you in mind was all it took. “You look nice,” he added, pulling the chair out for you.

“You think?” You raised an eyebrow, and Bucky laughed softly. He put down the bottle he had been holding, took a seat next to you and threw his arm over the back of your chair. “Did you pick the first dress you got your hands on, or did you actually go through my entire closet?”

“I liked the flowers.” He shrugged subtly, his eyes briefly tracing the tiny pattern adorning the dress. “I thought you'd want to change into something more comfortable. And something more airy, because it's fucking hot,” he continued. “And, well…” he murmured, lifting his eyebrows. “It shouldn't be worn with a bra, because of-” He pointed at his own shoulders, but was hinting at yours, bare and uncovered. “So, it's actually a gift. From me. To me.”

You snorted, then shook your head disapprovingly. “You really know about these things, huh?”

“Your knees gone weak yet?”

“Almost.” You demonstratively waved your hand before your face. “You're on the right track, that's for sure.”

The party was going on at its own lazy pace.

With the excuse of needing to use the toilet, you left the table – where Steve, Sam and Clint had joined you in the meantime – and went inside the house to the empty, peaceful kitchen. You provided yourself with a glass and filled it with cool water – a pleasant change to the beer you had previously consumed.

To your surprise, Bucky also showed up in the kitchen. He peeked into the room, and having noticed you standing by one of the counters, he stepped inside. His arms crossed on his chest, he watched you without saying a word.

“Hmm?” you murmured, your lips hugging the rim of the glass. You moved it away from your mouth, and, thinking nothing of it, pressed it to your neck. For a brief moment, Bucky's eyes jumped to the cold, foggy glass resting against your warm skin. He quickly regained the concentration with which he had come.

“You alright?” He grunted, his mouth set in a hard line.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Why..?”

Bucky shrugged. “I don’t know. But what I do know,” his eyebrows rose, “is that you’re hiding here. What are you hiding from, Y/N?” He took a step closer. “From me..?”

You tilted your head to the side. “What are you talking about?”

His intense stare was burning a hole in you when he looked at you like that – interested in your reactions, your behavior, your feelings, it was studying every inch, every muscle, every twitch; his eyes were wandering all over your face and body, searching for honest answers, the reasons behind your decision. “Am I wrong?”

After taking another sip, you put your glass down. “Don’t do that, Jamie. Because I see what you’re doing, you’re trying to crush me.” You folded your arms. “Don’t treat me like the people you do business with.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed, a corner of his mouth lifted, forming a proud smirk. “Smart girl,” he hummed. “But I will do that, since you won’t talk to me.”

A heavy sigh escaped your mouth. “I just-” you hesitated. “I needed a little break.”

He got even closer, his hips pinning yours down to the counter. You gasped quietly, feeling a hot blush spreading all over your cheeks.

“Listen, baby,” Bucky started, his voice low. He licked his bottom lip, then drew it between his teeth, leering at you. “If I have to talk to you, you have to talk to me. Gotta know everything that's going on in that pretty head of yours.”

Your mouth went dry, so you swallowed hard. “And w-what if you hear something you won't like?”

Bucky sized you up. “Don't get too curious.”

After sunset, the garden was illuminated by lights positioned low on the lawn, and there was no trace of the heavy stickiness in the air from a few hours before.

For a short moment, you disappeared from Bucky's radar, but it only took him a few glances – a couple of casual looks around – to bring you back into his field of vision. He found you among clearly excited women, grinning from ear to ear – mistresses, girlfriends, fiancés and wives of other gangsters. They swarmed around you, forming a delighted ring, chirping solely about those topics that concerned your new role.

"Show us the ring. Oh, it's beautiful."

"How was the wedding? No one was invited."

"We were losing hope that Bucky would ever settle down."

"Where did you spend your honeymoon?"

"How did you spend your honeymoon?"

The division between these several groups – mistresses, girlfriends, fiancés and wives – was clear but not striking. Wives always stood at the top of the hierarchy, being a little calmer and more toned down. Fiancés, on the other hand, radiated the strongest enthusiasm – unlike girlfriends, they felt much more secure in their position, and, like wives used to be, were still hopeful and optimistic about the future.

"You know, don't worry if he gets a mistress. It's a bit shocking at first, but mistresses are only there to please them. Nothing more than that."

"Exactly, they just need fresh meat.”

"Especially after children come along. Then it's even better for you. You won't have the energy or appetite anyway."

"It doesn't have to be that way. Stop scaring her."

"It doesn't have to be that way, but it's always better to be prepared for it."

"Someone like Bucky Barnes definitely needs a lot of attention. He has a lot on his plate. And you'll have to take care of the house, the kids and your husband? Oh, and I hear that you have a job?"

"But you will have your children. Children are great."

"Unless they grow up. Teenagers are-"

"Last time, I couldn't leave Mason in the daycare. There was an outbreak of stomach flu."

"Oh, poor thing."

Bucky, watching you standing in the center of that crossfire, saw you shrinking more and more. For a short while, it seemed to him that there were some advantages to this whole situation; that you were socializing with the people from his environment. But he finally realized that you were actually uncomfortable – he concluded this especially after you emptied an entire glass of unspecified liquid in one gulp. From the grimace on your face, he figured it surely contained percentages.

But perhaps it had to be that way – perhaps you had to learn the hard way that it was in Bucky's company that you felt safest.

With a hand shoved in his pocket, and the other embracing his beer, Sam stood next to Bucky. “What are you doing?” he asked; after all, Bucky was standing by himself, staring at a group of women.

“Looking.”

“Yeah, I can see that. But why?”

Bucky shrugged. “I like looking at her.”

Sam’s forehead creased as he once again glanced at the women. Only then did he understand who was the target of their attention. He smiled to himself and shook his head. “You like that girl, huh?”

“I've already told you as much as you should know,” he stated with no hesitation, his eyes still locked on you.

But Sam knew more, much more. He wasn't blind. Or clueless. “Okay, okay…”

“Alright. I'm going to rescue her,” Bucky said, lifting his cup to his mouth. “Before they eat her alive.” He left the empty cup on the table he had been leaning against and walked in the direction of the group. They went quiet as he approached, then burst out again with excitement, welcoming him.

Bucky caught the look of relief and gratitude on your face. He put his arm around your waist and rubbed your lower back affectionately. You rested your hand on his torso and continued listening to the questions and delights flying around in the air. Bucky didn't want to be rude, so he didn't pull you away from there right away. However, when he was right next to you, you felt a surge of new strength that allowed you to bear it all for a little longer than you thought.

A few big grins and forced laughs later, Bucky finally escorted you out of the group. The two of you stayed attached to each other as he led you slowly in some unspecified direction – as far away as possible from the force that sucked you in, chewed you up and spat you out.

“Are you okay?” Bucky chuckled softly, caressing your shoulder.

“Yeah,” you replied immediately, but somewhat barely conscious.

“Wanna go home?”

“Oh yes, please.”

As you stopped at the entrance to the bedroom, Bucky lifted his eyes from his book and bore them into you – your hair was still slightly damp from the shower, and only the thin fabric of a short nightgown separated him from a direct view of one of his favorite things on Earth – your naked body. Thinking very little, or rather, thinking about nothing but one thing, he closed the book and put it down on the bedside table.

“What's with the face? What’s wrong?” he asked.

You climbed onto the mattress and sat on your bent knees, resting your hands on your thighs. Bucky reached for one of them; he grabbed it loosely and stroked your knuckles. He looked at you, waiting, but with the same patience he had always had for you.

“I'm just wondering," you began hesitantly, clenching your fingers on his in a nervous impulse, “if you're planning on having a mistress. Or... mistresses,” you added barely audibly; your voice failed you as soon as your mind realized what was actually coming out of your mouth.

Bucky’s brows drew together. He slowly sat up, bringing himself closer to you. The thought of him downplaying the problem, dodging the subject or laughing in your face made your muscles tense.

“Well-” he began, his forehead slightly furrowed. He didn't speak for just a second, but that much was fully enough for you to process the hundreds of ways he would give you an affirmative answer. Of course I am, but it’s for the best, or Baby, you didn’t really think I would be faithful, right? Or One girl is just not enough. “It happens,” Bucky said carefully. “And it is considered completely normal with the life we lead-”

You nodded hurriedly. “Yes, I realize that.” You knew it; after all, you came from the same environment. Did your father happen to cheat on your mother? You remembered that your uncles, who were not really your uncles, happened to show up with newer and newer aunts. “But I'm not asking how it works. I'm asking about you.”

“I'm not planning on having a side chick,” despite the fact that this time he didn't even think for a second, he sounded calm. “Not, since I already have the most gorgeous girl I could come across,” his tone and blank expression proved that he was not trying to sugarcoat or pull the wool over your eyes; he was just honest.

You lowered your gaze to your hands, to the inside of one, where a now faded scar was drawn – the same as in Bucky's hand.

“You are saying that because we are in the honeymoon phase and the sex is still good,” you stated. “But what about later? I'll have to take care of the house, the kids, my job. I won't have the energy to give you the attention, and you will eventually need some fresh meat-” you babbled, forgetting to breathe. You closed your eyes and hid your face in your hands, coming to the conclusion that you had let them mess with your mind. You even used the same words as them.

Bucky gently wrapped his fingers around your wrists and pulled them away from your face, then cupped it and made you look at him. Stroking your cheeks tenderly with his thumbs, he watched you with a hardly visible but soft smile – a smile full of understanding. “If,” he emphasized, “you'd like to take care of the house and... everything else, but couldn't handle something, we can hire a housekeeper, a nanny or a fucking assistant, alright? As for the sex…” A crooked smile crept onto his lips. “I would rather not involve any outsiders, hmm?”

A peace of mind you didn't expect to experience with this particular issue washed over you. You were blown away by Bucky’s ability to bring you that much calmness. And perhaps you were naive, but you believed him – you trusted that he would never hurt you in this way.

You nodded, the corners of your mouth turned up shyly.

“Attagirl,” he murmured, placing a kiss on your forehead. “If there’s something that scares or upsets you, tell me about it. And we'll figure it out,” he added, his lips still on your skin. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your hair.

You tilted your head back a little so that you could look at his face. Again, he stroked your cheeks with his hands, as if correcting their placement, and gave you another gentle smile. Then, without a second thought, you climbed onto his thighs, and, hugging his neck, clung tightly to his body. Having closed his arms around you, Bucky pressed you to his chest and started caressing your back. Feeling his touch, his warmth, the beating of his heart, you melted.

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white-pixellls · 10 months

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Gallery Finds - no cc lot recommendations ✨

Hey, so I was really inspired by the amazing Simmers who uploaded their gallery builds recs and I wanted for sooooo long time to do my own one but couldn't earlier because of some health problems. Finally, I have the chance to upload my gallery recs, hope you'll like it. 💕 - 01. San Sequoia Family Mall | gallery - sims4ideas 02. Community Garden Sequoia | gallery - SimCubeez 03. Sequoia Community Garden | gallery - sims4ideas 04. Water Park San Sequoia | gallery - SimCubeez 05. All-In-One Park | gallery - SimKK 06. San Sequoia Bay Aquarium | gallery - Ivy_and_Wisteria

Enjoy!

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ultram0th · 7 months

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31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 04: Hypnotized

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At Peter’s behest, Derek had begrudgingly agreed to start seeing a therapist to help him deal with some of his anger issues. At first, the werewolf was dead set against talking to some random stranger about his life, yet once he’d actually met Dr. Callahan, the therapist had somehow managed to get Derek to lower his walls. Dr. Callahan got Derek to feel extremely relaxed in his office and open up, leading to the stud to being all ears whenever the older man spoke. The therapist clearly knew his stuff, because almost overnight, Derek could feel his mood lifting and his thoughts refusing to drift towards anything that would piss him off. He would instead spend his days in an almost giddy haze, smiling happily as he went about his work and hobbies, completely unbothered.

Derek felt like his life had changed for the better, all thanks to Dr. Callahan.

Still, every now and then, Derek would feel a little confused whenever he’d be going about his day, and tons of guys would keep staring at him. It wasn’t the fact that they were staring that was so weird, it was the fact that Derek loved them staring.

When all eyes were on him, the werewolf couldn’t help but bask in the warmth that the mens’ gazes brought him, leading to him either flexing his massive arms or unbuttoning his shirt for them.

Speaking of shirts, Derek would usually have to force himself to wear one… or really anything at all. The thought of wearing clothes was so constricting to the young man, and he loathed the idea of covering his large muscles with any sort of fabric. There were numerous times when he’d be out in public, and it would take him a good deal of time to realize that he’d been wandering around town without a shirt on, letting his plump chest muscles be on full display. After a bit of shopping, Derek had eventually changed his wardrobe so that it consisted of nothing but skintight, synthetic material that hugged his massive muscles tantalizingly. His shorts never went past mid-thigh, and he refused to wear underwear, allowing his perpetually hard cock to press against the front nonstop. And all of his shirts (a total of three since he hated to wear them) were so small that they were more like crop tops, never passing his belly button and always having the collar so low that his pecs frequently spilled out of them. Whenever he went out, Derek was sure to attract loads of lustful stares from men.

And Derek took full advantage of the lustful staring, bedding man after man.

Not a night went by when Derek wasn’t bouncing on some guy’s dick or sucking a guy off— sometimes at the same time. The werewolf was nearly insatiable now, constantly thinking about dick or drooling over a guy who would wander into his line of sight. It wouldn’t be long before Derek would approach him, flex a bit and playfully flirt, before the two would go find a private location. Or sometimes it didn’t even have to be private. There were a few times at the local gay bar where Derek would get loudly fucked on the dancefloor by a line of guys, feeling incredibly turned on by the fact that many other men were watching.

All in all, Derek’s life had done a complete one-eighty for the best, and Derek had Dr. Callahan to thank for that. Every night when he’d go to bed and place his headphones on over his ears to listen to the tapes his therapist had made just for him, he’d dreamily smile and be extremely thankful that he’d listened to Peter and had attended Dr. Callahan’s hypno therapy sessions.

“You’re a dumb muscleslut,” Dr. Callahan’s quiet voice murmured underneath the soothing wave sounds of the relaxation session Derek listened to. “All you’re made for is showing off your muscles and fucking. You’re just a dumb muscleslut…"

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marilynjeansims · 6 months

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