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starshine-hockey-girl · 9 months

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Not Again- Never Ever Have I one shot

This is a birthday gift to Sidney and Evie's biggest fan- @pattiemac1

Warnings- It's Sidney and Evie. Are you surprised by the smut? No, you are not.

This takes place in 2023 but doesn't really contain spoilerts

Special thank you to @penstxgal1968 who gave me the germ of an idea and bouncing ideas off of.

July 19th, 2023-Luna Restaurant- Little Italy - NYC

Evie slowly sipped her wine while Sidney looked on impatiently. She knew that look in his eye and saw the tension in his jaw. He wanted and needed sexual release while trying to appear like he didn't. It was one of Evie's favorite games to play with Sidney- who could bring the other to their breaking point.

Evie admitted to herself that it was rather cruel to play after Sidney had been stuck in an hours-long meeting with league officials to go over The Nova Scotia Showdown. He had even resorted to texting Evie during the meeting which he NEVER does.

“Evie,” Sidney whined, “We can order more wine in the suite." “Beso,” she smiled, “What if they don’t have this vintage? It’s good -very…. What’s the word? Fleshy?” Sidney’s eyes flashed at her. “Or maybe it’s full-bodied,” she smirked.

Sidney whispered, “Princess, I am losing patience with this game.”

Evie leaned forward, “But it’s so much fun, Mr. Crosby. ”

Sidney stared into her eyes, “We have a sixteen hour flight tomorrow to Bora Bora. Would you like to be able to sit comfortably?”

“Fine,” Evie sighed, “We can leave here, but I am stopping at Ferrera’s for pastries before we go back to the hotel.”

“You’re killing me, Evie,” Sidney growled.

“I am going to the ladies room, Beso,” Evie smiled as she drugged her fingernails down Sidney’s thigh, “Can you take care of the check?” Then she slowly stood up and turned to walk to the restroom. Sidney licked his lips as he watched her hips sway beneath the black sequin mini. Feeling his stare, Evie did a twirl and blew a kiss. Sidney did a quick look around the dining room. It was a pretty quiet Wednesday night with a handful of tables. Toward the front, a table of five appeared to be celebrating a birthday.

Evie smiled to herself as she approached the restroom. She had him in the palm of her hand. She savored the power. She was so lost in thought that she had not heard him approach from behind. Evie pushed the door open and felt his arm snake around her waist. She was off the floor and hoisted over his shoulder before she could even assess the situation. As she got her bearings,he led them into the restroom. He set her feet on the ground and pressed her against the door. With one hand, he locked the door.

Evie looked up at him, breathless. Then she smirked.

“Wipe that smirk off of your face, Princess,” he growled.

“Or what?” she grinned as her hand went to his belt buckle, “What are you going to do about it, Mr. Crosby?”

“Take off your panties,” he ordered.

“Oh, was I supposed to be wearing them?” she teased as she hiked her dress up over her hips. Sidney used his thigh to spread her legs while his right hand unbuckled his belt. They deftly moved together. She did a mini jump and wrapped her legs around his ample ass as he thrust into her waiting pussy .

“Damnit Evie,” he groaned, “Why do you do this to me? Why do you bring out this side of me?”

“Because this side of you fucks me so good, Mr. Crosby,” she panted as he pumped, “The side of you that can’t control yourself. It just can’t resist this glorious coochie, even after all this time.”

"One day Evie," he panted as he continued his upward strokes, "One day you are going to get us caught."

"But not today," she nipped at his ear. Their bodies worked from muscle memory. The taboo of the inclandestine encountered intensified the sensations. "Beso, I'm close. I am so fucking close." Evie panted.

"Cum for me, my naughty little princess," he grunted as he neared the edge, Evie squeezed her legs together and worked his cock with well-timed and controlled movements. "That's it. Fuuuuuuuck, that's it." She felt the warmth of his release as he stroked through his orgasm.

His forehead rested against her and he gave a sly grin. "I love you, Mrs. Crosby," he nibbled at her neck, "I love you so much." Evie gave him a celebratory smack on the ass. Then Sidney looked up. Suddenly he realized that he heard Evie say she was close and he had not heard the intoxicating sounds of her orgasm.

"Hey, did you……?" He questioned as he stepped back and began to arrange himself. Evie shook her head no and began to pull her dress down. "I can't have that," he smiled as squatted between her legs "I have a duty as your husband." He adjusted himself and put her legs over his shoulders. His mouth began to devour her. "So wet for me, " he moaned. Evie grabbed and began to ride his face with quick hip movements. The sounds of her impending climax echoed through the room. "Sidney…..oh God Sidney,", she moaned, "Don't fucking stop." Her body began to shake and she threw her head back as she lost control.

Gingerly Sidney set her feet on the floor. He smiled as she pulled her dress down, "There- much better."

Evie laughed as he stepped to the sink. He rinsed his face quickly and washed his hands, "I should get back to the table."

Evie smiled, “Yeah, they probably think that we walked the check.”

Sidney pulled her into his body, “At least I don’t have to pay any hush money this time.”

“You’d only have yourself to blame, Beso,” she kissed him gently, “You get so impatient.”

“Evie, you knew exactly what you were doing,” he grinned as he moved to the door, “You will get punished for it- just maybe not tonight.”

“It’s a good thing we are in Bora Bora for two weeks,” she retorted, “Maybe you’ll forget.”

“Princess…..” he said with authority, “Did you think I would not be prepared for playtime? Also I can remember a blown call from ten years ago. You think I won’t remembee this? Seriously?”

“Mr. Crosby,” she spoke in an exaggerated drawl, “Please, please, please…I beg for mercy.”

He opened the door and called back, “Perhaps I can find it in my heart to forget if, and only if, you are a very good girl.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said dramatically with a salute.

When the door closed, Evie reached for some paper towels to wet them wet. One blew out of her hands and landed on the floor. When she bent down to pick it up, she saw a flash of movement out the corner of her eye. She turned her head and saw two feet in the stall. It took a moment for her brain to process the information. Her mind raced. Had someone slipped into the restroom while she was preparing to wash herself? It was impossible, she deducted. She would have seen them. That only meant one thing- whoever it was had been in the restroom the entire time. They had been in the restroom and heard, possibly seen, their escapade.

“Fuck,” Evie groaned, “Not again- not again. This can’t fucking be happening.”

She eyed the stall and sighed, “Can you go ahead and come out?”

The door opened slowly and well dressed brunette stepped out. Her cheeks were flushed and she stared at the floor. Evie joined her in examining a crack in the tile floor. Finally Evie could not bear the silence any longer, “I am not really sure what to say at this moment.” Her head popped up and looked at the door. Sidney was usually the one that handled such matters. Evie thought to herself, “Cash, I need cash. Dammnit my purse is on the table” She added out loud, “Beso usually takes care of this part. I don’t know what to say. I guess I should start with an apology.”

“Who’s Beso?” the brunette finally lifted her head.

“My husband, Sidney,” Evie responded.

Pattie smiled and let out a laugh, “Well then, I think apologizing for that would be a tragedy. That was an epic performance.” She looked up at Evie and smiled. “Sorry,” she added, “I use humor to deflect when I am uncomfortable.”

“I am sorry that we made you uncomfortable. I had no idea there was anyone in here and I really hope that he didn’t. I will kill him if he did.”

“It certainly didn’t seem like he did,” Pattie laughed, “Damn, I think I might need a cigarette after that. Is that how it is normally with you guys?.”

Evie blushed at first then suddenly remembered that she had a task to complete. She gathered the paper towels and wet them. She pointed to the stall, “Do you mind? I need to clean up a bit.”

Inside the stall, Evie pressed her forehead against the cool steel of the wall and forced herself to breathe. She felt the tears welling in her eyes as she begin to wipe her thighs and between her legs. She let out a little sniffle.

“Excuse me?” Pattie said softly, “I have to ask. Are you Evie Crosby? Sidney Crosby’s wife?” Evie looked up and froze. Shit- it was bad enough to be caught as a somewhat anonymous person, but whoever this was knew who she was. “I won’t tell anyone. I promise,” she spoke softly. Evie opened the door and eyed the stranger warily. “I’m Pattie by the way,” she offered, “I follow you on Instagram.”

“Pattie? Like Pattiemac?” Evie smiled, “I know who you are. You are always so sweet on my posts.”

“Well, I enjoy them,” Pattie smiled, “It’s nice to see that side of Captain Kink.” Evie tilted her head and Pattie stammered, “I mean Captain Canada.”

“Well, I suppose either title would fit,” Evie smiled, “I'm Evie.” She extended her hand in friendship. “Are you a Penguins fan?” Evie questioned, “Those are pretty rare in the city.”

“Rangers fan mainly, but I have been following Sid recently, “ Pattie answered as she moved to wash her hands.

“You’ll really keep this to yourself?” Evie questioned. She knew that if she were in possession of such a salacious gossip it would be difficult not to share with either Sidney or Adriana.

“Well…..” Pattie hemmed, “I have to tell my friend, Regina. She is the biggest Sidney fan there is.” Evie’s eyebrow raised slightly. “She won’t tell a soul. You can trust her,” Pattie added.

“I guess I don’t have a choice, right?" Evie bit her lip, “Do you want to meet him?”

Pattie’s eyes widened, “That would be amazing. It would be the best birthday gift ever.”

“Oh, today is your birthday?” Evie asked, “Then you definitely need to meet him.” Together they walked toward the dining room. “Let me go get him,’ she said, “I’ll bring him to the table on our way out.” Evie looked over to find Sidney’s eyes focused on the hallway leading to the restroom. She knew that he had begun to worry about the delay. His eyes widened slightly when he saw Pattie walking next to Evie. The two women hugged and Pattie went back to her seat. Evie diverted to the server’s station.

“Excuse me?” she said sweetly, “Is the table with the birthday celebration close to finishing?” The server took a look over and shrugged, “I don’t know if they are going to order dessert.” Evie smiled, “Please bring a bottle of champagne to the table along with two of every dessert on the menu. Then bring the check to me.” The server nodded, slightly confused.

Evie walked over to the table. She kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, “I spoke too soon.” Sidney eyed her suspiciously as she sat down. He took a sip of water to calm his growing nerves. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but from Evie’s expression, it wasn’t good. “When I said we weren’t getting caught today,” Evie said quietly. Sidney almost spit out his water but choked it down. “She was in the stall when you busted in. I didn’t know,” Evie explained, “She heard everything.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Sidney muttered.

“I think that we’re going to be okay. She’s a fan,” Evie placed her hand on Sidney’s hand. “Apparently she was impressed by our performance.”

Sidney laughed out loud despite the circumstances, “Is that so?”

“I would like to say it was me that garnered the praise, but alas, I think she was more fascinated by you. I think that you might star in a fantasy tonight. ” Evie grinned. Sidney got serious and Evie held up her finger. “I told her that I would bring you over to meet her,” she said as the server brought over the birthday table’s check. Evie pulled out her credit card, “We’re buying the table’s dinner as well.”

Sidney smiled, “I have taught you well in the art of the hush.”

Evie shrugged her shoulders, “I didn’t have cash so I improvised.”

At the table, Pattie pulled out her phone and texted.

Pattie’s family looked up in surprise as Sidney and Evie approached the table. Evie spoke, “Sidney, this is Pattie. We met in the restroom. It’s her birthday and she’s a big fan.” Pattie’s husband’s head turned and Pattie shrugged her shoulders. Evie laughed. Sidney went immediately into charm mode.

“Pattie, it’s so nice to meet you,” Sidney began, “It must be hard to be a Pens fan in this country.”

“Oh, I couldn’t care less about the Penguins,” she laughed, “I am a fan of you.”

Sidney blinked and tried to think of a response, “Thank you. I am flattered.”

Evie sensed his uneasiness and swooped in to save him, “We should probably go. Sidney has had a long day with Bettman. We also have a long flight tomorrow so we should get rest.” There was a flurry of activity with a variety of photos taken. Eventually Evie and Pattie hugged at the table.

"Hey, be on the lookout for a DM on Instagram. I should be able to get you some seats for the Penguins/Rangers game," Evie said happily.

"That would be awesome. It is hard to get tickets to the Garden," Pattie exclaimed.

"Well, I know a guy," Evie laughed, "He might be able to help me out."

Sidney's ears perked up, "Who? Me?" Evie explained the conversation. "Oh yeah, I can do that. Do you want against the Devils and Isles too?"

Pattie nodded enthusiastically. "Regina is going to die," she squealed with delight.

Evie looked at Sidney and smiled, She walked over to him and ran her finger down his chest. "Maybe, if I ask very nicely, you can get them in to meet the guys?" Evie asked with unmasked seduction in her voice.

"Only if you ask very nicely, Princess," he answered. That part of his brain had been reactivated and he didn't particularly care if Pattie overheard it. "Now let's go Princess. I have plans," he said firmly.

Evie smiled, "Yes. Mr. Crosby."

#never ever have i #sidney crosby fic #sidney crosby smut #nhl smut #nhl fic #nhl fiction

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lilolakes · 1 year

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Ekvillan - 'The oak villa'

Ekvillan is a spacious family villa inspired by swedish architecture from the turn of the last century.

I chose to call it 'Ekvillan' - 'The oak villa' in swedish, since there is a big oak tree in the garden. It has a vegetable garden, bees, a chicken coop, and a treehouse. There's plenty of cozy little spots to hang out and eat 'fika'.

Please note that this was built using cc. The lot is partially playtested. DOWNLOAD (SFS)

Some of the cc is included, the rest is linked below. The lot can also be fould on the gallery (ID: Lilolakes)

My lovely friend @zebrasimmer_ on Instagram had her one year instaversary recently, and to celebrate she hosted a little collab were we created different builds inspired by her (and also my-) home country - Sweden. This was my contribution.

Check out the other builds in the collab, by @zebrasimmer_ , @simsaga_ and @sims.erezkigal on Instagram.

Packs used

Ep:s All of the ones released before 2023 Game packs: Werevolwes, My Wedding Stories, Dream Home Decorator, Journey to Batuu, Realm of Magic, StrangerVille, Jungle Adventure, Parenthood, Vampires, Dine Out, Spa Day, Outdoor Retreat Stuff packs: Paranormal, Nifty Knitting, Tiny Living, Laundry Day, Vintage Glamour, Kids Room, Romantic garden, Spooky Stuff Kits: Country Kitchen, Courtyard Oasis, Decor to the Max, Everyday clutter

Required CC

Here are the links for all the cc required for the lot to look as intended.

This is my first time sharing a build using cc. I might have gone a biiit overboard with it, so it's pretty cc heavy. Sorry 'bout that! ;)

All credit goes out to the amazing creators! I have done my best not to miss anyone, and to respect all of the creators TOU. Please tell me if you notice something that I've missed!

Anniee sims -Area rug

ATS4 (Around the sims 4) -IKEA-like stepstool -Cereal box -Crate seat -Toy train set -Candle and old book -Grocery paper bag (the first one) -Harvestable aromatic plants, Basil, Rosemary and Thyme -Rocking toy alligator, Farm puzzle and blackboard -Preschool blocks and House

Charly Pancakes -The candle, moodbooster

conceptdesign97 -Pumpkin vine

Cowbuild -Pleated curved floor lamp and lazy loveseat throw pillow

Dew of the sea -Accordion wall rack, S4, unmerged

Fadedsprings -William Morris-ish wallpaper set

Felixandre -Grove part 1 -Grove part 2: bowls, cups and salad bowl -Grove part 3 -Grove part 4 -Kyoto part 2 -Berlin part 1 -Shop the look Season 1 -London set exterior

Harlix -Tiny Twavellers Binoculars, crocodile, hot air balloon lamp (short), swing (medium), hanging wall world map -Baysic (different items)

Harrie -Shop the look 2

Icemunmun at ModTheSims -Harvestable corn stalks

Leaf Motif at Curseforge -Wall lamp and vintage tiles

Leniad at ModTheSims -Pumpkin plant

Leosims -Carton of eggs

Lilis-Palace -Jugendstil tiles set -Folklore set

LittleDica -Deligracy Delicato Stuff Pack

MadameRia -Back to Basics Pot Holder (Wall version) and Wire Basket Dish Rack

Maman-Gateau at Sims Artists -Whicker basket with lid from this set

Mutske at TSR -Alda arch with private doors 2x1 -Alda arch 2x1 -Alda privatdoor 1x1

MXIMS -Ikea ypperlig table and mirror -Stokke high-chair -Aesop Bathroom Tray -Plants 1,2,6,7 -String Shelf System (Shelf B):

My cup of CC -Tiny dreamers set (merged)

Novvas -Pumpkins in a basket -Random Runners -Elo bathroom IKEA rug -Kids drawings from this set -Painting collection

Nutter-Butter-1 at ModTheSims -Old Floor Tile Set

Picture Amoebae -Allisas Fall '18 Panels

Pierisim -Oak house part 3 -Oak house part 2 -Rold Skov kitchen mini kit -Domaine Du Clos part 1 -Domaine Du Clos part 3 -Domaine Du Clos part 4 -The COLDBREW coffee shop pt 1 - 1/2 -The COLDBREW coffee shop pt 1 - 2/2 -The COLDBREW coffee shop pt. 2

Plumbob Tea Society -Deco Botanical Scroll, woodpile and raised garden beds

Raindrops on cowplants -Gothic revival build set

Severinka at TSR -big pumpkin 02 -small pumpkins 07

SimC (Simcredible designs) at TSR -Coastal Extras - daisy in tall vase

Simspell -Autumn & Spooky-ish Paintings (Part 1)

SixamCC -Birker Line ceiling light (different versions) -Small Spaces deco pantry items -Small Spaces Pantry CC Pack - Mixer (Standalone version) -Dreamy Outdoors floor light

Soloriya at TSR -Two candles -Collection of candles -Pencil sharpener and erasers

TaTschu -Lighted fence (Leosims recolor)

Tech Hippie -Plants from these two sets

Vintage Simmer -Patchwork set -Noah plush rabbit -SBP Octopus -L&C Plush lemon

Wondymoon TSR -Lybica Kitchen Hanger -Protactinium Rug

Wondymoon.com -Ceratonia kitchen counters 1 and 2, island counter, cabinets, corner cabinet and stove hood.

Credit for the cc included in the download: 13pumpkin, Aggressive Kitty, Aira-cc, Awingedllama, Baufive, DK Sims, Honeycuts , IllogicalSims, KKB, Linacherie, Meinkatz, Mio-Sims, Myshunosun, NynaeveDesign, Peacemaker IC, Pocci, Sanoysims, Sforzinda, Slox, Spirashun, Syboulette

Reshade used for screenshots: Dove 2.0 by Kindlespice

T.O.O.L-mod by Twisted Mexi was used to create this build. You don't need it to place the lot, but I recommend that you go check it out. It can be found here: https://twistedmexi.com

I hope you enjoy my build. Please tag me if you share any gameplay pictures from the lot, I'd love to see it!

♡ Lilolakes

#thesims4 #thesims4house #thesims4build #sims4build #sims4house #simblr #sims4cc #thesims #showusyourbuilds #thesimscommunity #ts4 #sims4housedesign #sims #simshouse #simstagram #ts4cc

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wolfgeralt · 1 year

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Lovers in Toussaint

Pairing: Emhyr var Emreis/Geralt of Rivia

Summary: Emhyr's inaugral visit to Corvo Bianco goes pleasantly.

Word count: 1,135 Rating: T Notes: Light, quick fic inspired by @witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo and @continentcakeshop's Valentine's Rarepair Bingo Fulfilling the prompts: "Kiss from behind" and "I love you".

Link to AO3 in the title, or continued below.

Respite was long overdue for them both. Nestled within the valleys of Toussaint, the sun-baked, sprawling estate of Corvo Bianco provided Geralt with a luxurious, stable state of comfort and simplicity, the like of which neither of them had ever truly known.

Geralt had offered to host Emhyr during imperial passage through Toussaint after a last minute letter arriving on his doorstep. Never mind how close it was to the palace; Emhyr pointedly scheduled the visit in the itinerary. While they had admittedly slept together both before and after Ciri’s presence in his life, it was not until the Emperor began winding down his duties and Morvran took his seat upon the throne, when finally opportunity presented itself for Emhyr to explore more personal pursuits. One of those being Geralt.

Upon arrival late in the afternoon, Emhyr was guided around the Corvo Bianco estate by Geralt and a mildly flustered Barnabas-Basil who turned ruddy enough to look as though he had downed a bottle of Sangreal, even his head glistening in the sinking summer sun. Emhyr had commented on the site’s rustic charm, complimented the romantic setting, how the estate had interesting history in the bones of its timber, and showed particular fascination with the elven foundations cut into the bedrock itself.

It was clear Emhyr was as enamoured of Corvo Bianco as he was. Geralt was caught smirking as he trailed behind, enjoying the view. Emhyr glanced at him sideways, stern and cautioning, but kept his posture regal and directed from Geralt, trying to remain subtle.

“It is sufficient for my needs. My guardsmen will camp within the grounds and patrol the site border. They have rations. I, however, will dine with the witcher and sample your most recent vintage of Sepremento,” Emhyr decided for them and in that long moment, Geralt witnessed all that hot colour drain from Barnabas-Basil’s face at the realisation they had an imperial guest for dinner, without the usual levels of formal preparation, which Geralt had wanted to avoid all the fuss of, and so had kept the identity of their guest to himself.

“Don’t sweat it, B.B.” Geralt passed him by, clapping the majordomo on the shoulder and squeezing reassuringly. “For Emhyr, that’s high praise. And he eats stew and bread like anyone else. Marlene’s stew’s the best grub I’ve ever had.”

“Wonderful,” Emhyr agreed neatly, wandering towards the fence at the highest vantage point of the estate, looking down his nose with approval. Geralt's sensitive hearing picked up how Emhyr released a long sigh as he surveyed the tranquil setting and the vast, verdant landscape beyond basked in the glow of early sunset.

“Then I consider His Imperial Majesty’s visit a highlight to document for Corvo Bianco’s history.” With that, Barnabas-Basil bowed with a low and practised flourish which Geralt could never manage- his body simply refused to memorise the motion and Emhyr often teased him for his awkwardness.

Emhyr thanked Barnabas-Basil and dismissed him, giving Geralt the opportunity to gather close and wind his arms around Emhyr’s middle. The silk robe he wore was much lighter than his former heavy leathers padded for his protection, and layers of thick finery designed to intimidate. They were rather elegant to be true traveling clothes, so Geralt suspected they had been worn for his benefit. As his palm spread across Emhyr’s front, he could feel familiar grooves of muscle, a little softness to him, even the subtle bump of hardened scar tissue. They felt sensual as much as they looked elegant. Geralt felt the lift of Emhyr’s chest as he pressed hand to heart, sensing the subtle thrum of excitement deep in his lover's chest.

“Behave.” Emhyr turned his head towards Geralt’s, even as the first kiss was planted at the delicate point between ear and broad jaw. Feeling another gasp under his palm, Geralt's hand was covered by Emhyr’s, grasping, and his bare forearm clung to as Geralt made a point of lavishing all his pent up affection onto Emhyr's neck.

What felt like an age later, with Emhyr’s fine, silk collar crumpled and tugged down to his shoulder, the two were left wrapped up tightly. Geralt slowed his kisses, pecked at Emhyr’s stubble speckled cheek, not minding the gentle prickle against his now tender lips. Catching Geralt’s golden eyes with his own amber, Emhyr turned to look at him as best he could manage being trapped in such a strong, protective hold. Emhyr twisted further and reached back to grasp the base of Geralt’s ponytail to forcefully pull him down into a shamelessly messy kiss.

Melting apart again, eventually, they rested comfortably together. Geralt remained curled up behind Emhyr, whose black and gold robes were further askew, while his own white locks were in disarray. They stayed rooted to the spot, gazing out at the view quietly, sticky where they were skin on skin, and knowing the warm night ahead would yield a similar feeling.

“I have missed you.”

“You too,” Geralt mumbled, ducking his head to kiss Emhyr’s broad shoulder, even through his shirt.

“I love it here,” Emhyr confessed, sounding as breathless and soft as he did after sex.

“Thought you might.” The grin spreading across his face was nuzzled away into Emhyr’s neck, making him purr and reach back for Geralt’s hair once more.

“I love you.”

In the same moment, both their breaths caught. Geralt loosened his hold enough to turn Emhyr by his hips to meet his hopeful gaze. Emhyr looked as though he had caught the sun, lips parting to announce something, perhaps retract his statement even.

Geralt yanked Emhyr to him hard, kissing him fiercely and being grasped at with equal enthusiasm, moving without ever losing contact until they were chest to chest.

After a while, Emhyr’s squeezing became even more insistent, bossy even, so Geralt broke the kiss off to make a panted, hurried suggestion.

“Yeah, yeah, love you too. Very much. Always. Bed?” Geralt gestured towards the main house with his thumb.

“To bed,” Emhyr agreed, giving Geralt a shove to get off him and get moving, and hot on his toes to ensure they could kiss as they moved.

They hurried inside, Geralt leading as best he could, grateful not to have to bother with the stairs as he dragged Emhyr into the master bedroom and kicked the door shut, promptly winded up pinned against it by his lover.

The Imperial summer visit became part of their calendar for a number of years, with regular visits scattered between. It became a shared haven quickly. Until they stopped being mere visits, Emhyr having poured enough investment into the property and the vineyard, and finally announcing his official retirement from court. He traded his empire for his witcher and a quiet, simple life with the one he loved.

#emralt #emhyralt #emhyr x geralt #the witcher fanfiction #fanfic #mine #rarepair valentine's bingo

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oneexperiya · 2 months

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Balloon Flights Paired with Vintage Car Rides in Dubai

Introduction:

Dubai, a city recognized for its towering skyscrapers, high priced way of life, and infinite desolate tract vistas, offers a unique enjoy that mixes the joys of warm air ballooning with the nostalgia of antique automobile rides. Imagine drifting gently above the wasteland dunes at sunrise, then returning to earth to embark on a adventure thru time in a traditional car. Let's delve into this fantastic journey of balloon flights and antique vehicle rides in Dubai.

The adventure starts off evolved before the crack of sunrise as you're whisked away to the release website online. As the primary rays of daylight paint the sky with colors of orange and pink, the new air balloon inflates, towering above you want a colourful massive. Step into the basket and sense the anticipation construct because the flames roar to existence, lifting you gracefully into the air.

Floating serenely above the barren region panorama, you may witness a panoramic panorama unfold underneath you. The undulating dunes stretch out as a ways as the eye can see, bathed in the gentle glow of sunrise. Keep your camera equipped to capture this magical second as the sun casts long shadows throughout the sands, growing a mesmerizing play of mild and shadow.

Upon landing, your journey maintains with a journey back in time aboard a vintage automobile. Picture your self cruising along the barren region highways in a classic Rolls Royce or a sleek Cadillac, the wind tousling your hair as you're taking inside the sights and sounds of Dubai's wasteland landscape.

Each antique automobile has its personal story to inform, meticulously restored to its former glory and embellished with steeply-priced finishes that harken again to a bygone generation of elegance and class. Whether you are a vehicle fanatic or virtually recognize the finer things in existence, the experience of riding in those timeless motors is certain to depart a lasting impact.

Indulge in Desert Hospitality:

No adventure in Dubai is whole without sampling its famed hospitality and cuisine. After your balloon flight and vintage vehicle journey, unwind with a luxurious breakfast unfold served a midst the tranquil wilderness setting. Savor traditional Emirati cuisine alongside global favorites, accompanied by way of freshly brewed coffee and fresh drinks.

As you dine al fresco, take a moment to mirror on the day's adventures and soak inside the herbal splendor that surrounds you. The silence of the barren region is broken best through the gentle rustle of the breeze, growing a serene environment that feels a world away from the hustle and bustle of city life.

Conclusion:

Balloon flights paired with vintage automobile rides provide a truly unforgettable revel in that mixes the joys of journey with the attraction of nostalgia. In Dubai, wherein innovation meets tradition, this specific mixture allows tourists to explore the barren region landscape from new heights and immerse themselves inside the timeless elegance of classic vehicles. Whether you're looking for a romantic escapade or a memorable outing with buddies and own family, this top notch adventure promises to create lasting memories in order to be loved for future years

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armmike · 7 months

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Fashion Designer Ralph Lauren with his 1958 Mercedes-Benz 300SL Roadster

Ralph Lauren Biography

Ralph Lauren is an American clothing designer best known for his sportswear line Polo Ralph Lauren, the centerpiece of his fashion empire.

Iconic designer Ralph Lauren's first job in the fashion industry was in retail at Brooks Brothers before developing a line of neckties. The brand he established, Polo, is now one part of an international empire that includes fragrances, home furnishings, luxury clothing and dining based on a fantasy aesthetic of upper-crust life. Lauren, a funder of cancer research initiatives, has also used his personal fortune to amass a collection of rare and classic cars as well as a massive Colorado ranch.

Background and Early Life

Lauren was born Ralph Lifshitz in the Bronx, New York City, on October 14, 1939, the third of four siblings. His parents Frieda and Frank were Ashkenazi Jewish immigrants who had fled Belarus, and the youngster grew up in the Mosholu Parkway area of the family's adopted borough.

At the age of 16, Ralph and his brother Jerry changed their last name to Lauren after having been teased consistently at school. Another brother, Lenny, retained the family name. Ralph was known for his distinctive fashion sense as a teen, finding inspiration in screen icons like Fred Astaire and Cary Grant while having a taste for both classic preppy wear and vintage looks. He went on to attend Baruch College in Manhattan, where he studied business for two years. After a brief stint in the Army, Lauren took on a sales job at Brooks Brothers.

In 1967, while working for Beau Brummell, Lauren began designing his own men’s neckties with a wider cut, branding them under the name “Polo” and selling them at large department stores, including Bloomingdale’s. Lauren was able to more fully develop his business with a $30,000 loan, eventually expanding his designs to a full menswear line.

In 1970, Lauren was awarded the Coty Award for his men's designs. Following this recognition, he released a line of women's suits tailored in a classic men's style. Then in 1972, Lauren released a short-sleeve cotton shirt in 24 colors. This design, emblazoned with the company's famed logo—that of a polo player, created by tennis pro René Lacoste—became the brand’s signature look.

Lauren is known for capitalizing on an aspirational style and key insignia which evokes the British gentry while also referencing the aesthetics of the American upper class. His fashion ideas have been criticized by some for not being particularly innovative while also embraced by scores of consumers who prefer more approachable looks. Lauren subsequently broadened his brand to include a luxury clothing line known as Ralph Lauren Purple, a rough and rustic line of apparel dubbed RRL, a home-furnishing collection called Ralph Lauren Home and a set of fragrances. Polo currently produces clothing for men, women and children and has hundreds of internationally placed stores, including factory stores that produce the majority of his sales domestically.

https://www.biography.com/fashion-designer/ralph-lauren

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pictureamoebae · 3 years

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VINTAGE DINING SET in two palettes - by amoebae

What's that? You don't think I usually have enough swatches? I quite agree.

@forgottengrotto on tumblr liberated this wonderful dining set so it doesn't require 'show hidden objects' anymore. Thanks to their generous TOU I've included the meshes in two recolours of it (so you don't need their version, but I recommend it if you want even more cool swatches to play with!).

It comes in 48 Image Spectra colours and 35 Bee's Knees and Electric Pop colours. You can have both or just one.

Shown here with my Clear POP! ReShade preset.

DOWNLOAD @ Patreon (free)

TOU, requirements, and credits: Share and use as you wish, but please do so freely and always allowing others to do the same with your resulting content. Requires the Eco Lifestyle pack. With thanks to @fiddlefolk for the Image Spectra palette, @teekalu for the Bee's Knees and Electric Pop palettes, and to @forgottengrotto for liberating the set.

Updates:

2021-04-29: updated the chairs with the S4S batch fix for dining chairs after the March patch

Links to all my cc, builds and ReShade presets in one handy place.

#ts4cc #ts4 buy cc #ts4 dining set #ts4 cc #s4cc #s4 cc #the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 #s4 #the sims #sims #my ts4 cc #vintage dining set release

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thesightstoshowyou · 3 years

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Asa Emory x AFAB Reader (NSFW)

Part 5

Read Part 4 here

Summary: Being the favorite has its benefits.

Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, implied age gap, biting, creampie

Warmth seeps into your skin, lights up the room behind your eyelids. In your semi-conscious state, you think it feels natural, like sunlight. This is impossible, of course. No sunlight reaches your cell.

Yet, when you crack your eyes open, you must throw your arm over your face to block the piercing light. You sit up, scrunching your eyes shut. Where is it coming from?

Slowly, you adjust. You peel your lids open and realize you have no idea where you are. You’re sitting on a bed, a real bed, with an ornately carved oak headboard. You glance over the rest of the antique furniture, the hard wood floors, thick wool rugs, en suite bathroom, because your gaze is drawn to the windows.

Windows.

Windows with blue sky beyond.

Your bare feet meet hardwood and you stumble, catching yourself on the window sill. A shaky exhale leaves you, a single tear carving a path down your cheek. Sky, grass, sunlight, things you haven’t seen for the better part of a year.

You’re in a house, a home, nestled between two others, more across the street. Down on the sidewalk, a child rides by on a bike, helmet glinting in the morning sun. A car passes, driver waving to the neighbor as they retrieve the morning paper. Life all around you, continuing on as normal, as though you haven’t been missing for eight months, oblivious to the constriction in your chest, your quiet gasps, your panicked jubilation.

Where is Asa? How had you gotten here?

You tear you gaze away from the street, cross the room, making it to the door before noticing what you wear. Not lingerie, but clothes. Specifically, pajamas, shorts and a long-sleeved shirt, and they fit you as though you had picked them out at a store yourself. You haven’t worn clothes in so long you’ve forgotten how comfortable they are.

It is when you reach up to feel the fabric you notice what is on your left hand. Your eyes go wide and you bring your trembling hand to your face to inspect the ring on your finger. Your ring finger, to be exact.

A delicate gold band wraps perfectly around the digit and holds a huge, diamond-shaped emerald—the same color as your right eye—surrounded by smaller diamonds that create a vintage, floral pattern. You swallow the lump in your throat, heart pounding in your ears, eyesight narrowing to the green stone shimmering in the sunlight spilling in through the windows.

A clatter from downstairs breaks you out of the beginnings of a panic attack and you gulp down air when you realize you hadn’t taken a breath since you discovered the…engagement ring. The click clack of dog paws on hardwood reaches your ears. You have a sneaking suspicion to whom this house belongs.

Carefully, you tiptoe down the hall, ease down the first set of stairs, wincing with every creak of wood under your bare feet. On the landing, you can see the front door. For a moment you’re flabbergasted, struck dumb by the dainty lace curtain covering the window. You try to imagine Asa in his usual black ensemble shopping at a department store, perusing the home décor.

You shake your head, ridding yourself of the absurd visual before quickly sneaking down to the main level. Quickly, you take stock of your surroundings; antique furniture, glass terrariums housing preserved insects, leather bound books, fucking porcelain wash basin in the bathroom…. If you had thought to imagine what Asa’s home would look like, it would not have been this.

Another quiet clink distracts you. Assuming it’s from the kitchen, you follow the noise, passing through the dining room. You round the corner and pause in the doorway.

The first thing you notice is his clothes. You’ve never seen The Collector out of his black pants and sweater. Today, he’s dressed in light colored jeans and a sand colored button-up. It’s jarring and for a moment you almost don’t recognize him.

He’s seated at the table, coffee mug in hand, eyes flicking quickly over the paper spread out on kitchen table. Asa must feel your eyes on him because he glances up, meeting your wide, teary gaze. He doesn’t speak, just assess you, waits for your reaction. You take this as permission to speak.

“W-What…” you try, your voice breaking. You swallow thickly, willing your constricting throat to make noise, “W-What is…this?” You motion to everything around you. You mean for him to explain the situation but you can hardly find the words, swept up as you are by your tumultuous thoughts.

Asa crosses his arms and leans back in his chair, propping an ankle up on his opposite knee before speaking, “You’re going to live with me now.”

“O-Oh.” You have no idea what to say, where to even start. Live with him? Does he mean forever? Why? And why you?

You’re never going home, are you?

And what is with the fucking engagement ring?

Your gaze drifts to the mug sitting on the table, half full of dark liquid. Your eyes flick to the coffee pot on the counter. A steadying breath fills your lungs and you focus on the rich scent in the air.

“May I please have some coffee?” you whisper, hands trembling. Asa stands, retrieving a mug from a cupboard.

“Cream or sugar?”

“Just cream, please.” The clink of a spoon against ceramic makes you flinch. Asa sets the cup on the table with a quiet clunk. He crosses the room to stand behind you, placing his hands on your arms and steering you toward the table to seat you in the chair beside his. He drops back into his own chair, returning to the paper as though this is the most natural thing in the world.

Your quivering fingers close around the handle of the cup. You take a sip, closing your eyes and savoring the first taste of caffeine you’ve had in so, so long. Gradually, your heart rate returns to normal.

You knew you were never going home. That fact shouldn’t be the surprise here. If you’re being honest with yourself, this is the best-case scenario. You’re no longer a resident in the Collector’s house of horrors. You’re in a real house, a home, with coffee and windows with blue sky beyond.

And you’re with Asa. You love him, right? You’d said so yourself.

Twice.

Asa folds the paper, tossing it into the recycle before bringing his mug to the sink. He comes to stand next to you and you glance up from your drink to meet his dark gaze.

“You may go anywhere in the house. There’s a list of tasks for you to complete before I get home this evening.” He nods to the slip of paper lying on the counter. Plucking your left hand off the table and fiddling with the ring on your finger, he continues, “The dogs have been trained to attack if you try to leave the house. I recommend you stay away from the front door. Understand?”

Quickly, you nod. You’re relieved to be given instructions. It will keep you occupied, keep you from thinking too much.

“If someone comes to the door, ignore it. The neighbors are….” Asa glares out the window, taking a deep breath before continuing, “They like to pry. They already know you’re here, so expect them to come by after I leave.” You squirm in your chair at that, eyes widening. He fixes you with an irritable frown, “Do you have a question?”

“They…you said they know I’m here? What…who am I supposed to be…to you?” Asa raises an eyebrow, lifting your left hand higher for emphasis.

“I think that should be obvious.”

“Oh.” Releasing your hand, he turns and stalks from the room without a backward glance. The jingling of keys reaches your ears. The doorknob rattles, door creaking open. Stomp of boots, then a pause as someone outside speaks. Distantly, you hear a response and it takes you a moment to realize it’s Asa speaking.

“Morning, Bob.” You’re stunned. You’ve never heard him sound so relaxed, so cheery, “Ah…yes, they’re…” an interruption, mumbling you can’t hear, then Asa again, “they’re just sitting down to breakfast…” another interruption. You’re almost afraid for the person speaking. Who would dare interrupt Asa this much?

You remind yourself the neighbors don’t know him like you do.

“Of course,” Asa relents. Clearer, you hear your name called as he steps back into the house and, “Will you come here please?”

Please? Had he really said please?

You leap up from your chair, half jogging through the dining room but slowing when you see Asa standing at the front door, one foot inside, one out. Minutely, he narrows his eyes at you. A warning. You nod and plaster a fake smile on your face.

Discreetly, he taps his neck with his index finger. You pause, confused for a moment before remembering the thick, black collar around your neck. You must be getting used to it to have forgotten it so easily. Hastily, you unclasp the buckle, leaving it on the dining table as you pass.

As you move through the entryway, you notice the dogs poised in the hall, ears perked, tense. Asa holds up a fist and immediately, they sit. He snakes his arm around your waist, fingers squeezing your hip as you he leads you out onto the front deck. An elderly couple, maybe mid-seventies, stand at the bottom of the porch steps. Their eyes widen upon seeing you.

“Well, hello!” says the man, Bob, presumably, “Bit younger than I thought you’d be—

Bob shuts his mouth when his wife elbows him. She smiles kindly and moves up the steps to extend her hand.

“I’m Marilyn, and this loudmouth is my husband, Bob. Welcome to the neighborhood. We’re so happy Asa finally decided to settle down.” You try your best to rein in your expression. Settle down, huh? They have no idea.

“Happy to be here,” you chirp, smiling up at Asa. You’re struck dumb by the warm smile he flashes back at you. You’ve only ever seen smirks, half smiles with cold, hard eyes, but this one lights up his face and makes your heart stutter.

“Well, I better get going or I’m going to be late for work. See you tonight,” Asa presses a chaste kiss to the top of your head and you have to grit your teeth to keep your jaw from falling open in shock. Belatedly you smile after him, waving to the neighbors and hurrying inside, remembering what he’d said about the dogs.

Falling back into the kitchen chair, you stare at the table, stunned. Asa really just lives two different lives and no one is the wiser. Belatedly, you wonder what he does for work. Do you dare ask?

Better to finish your to-do list first. You’ll have time to think later.

All Asa’s instructions are perfectly detailed, except the last one: Dinner. It’s just one word written in his flourishing script. Good thing you know how to cook.

The pantry and refrigerator are well stocked, thankfully. It isn’t difficult to put together something decent. You’ve even found the ingredients for cookies. You hate the part of you that wants to impress him, but here you are, sliding a baking sheet into the oven covered in dollops of your grandmother’s chocolate chip cookie recipe.

As if on cue, you hear the front door handle rattle. Instantly, you’re on edge, heart leaping up into your throat. Quickly, you scan over the list of chores, making sure you’d completed everything exactly how it is written. You’d hate to disappoint him your first day here. What if he sends you back to the trunk?

When the clunking of boots on hardwood reaches your ears you spin around, smoothing the front of your dress and nervously looking at your hands. Do you kneel here? You’re not sure if the same rules he’d established at his…museum carry over to his home.

“G-Good timing, dinner is—

Your words die in your throat when your eyes meet his. Asa stands in the doorway, dark eyes pinning you to the spot with the intensity of his stare. There’s so much heat in his gaze it ignites a fire in your own belly until you’re biting your lip to stifle a whine.

He’s across the room in three long strides, hand tangling in your hair and tipping your head back so he can crush his lips against yours. You mewl into his mouth and accept the tongue that prods against your own. Asa’s other hand goes to your lower back, pulling you in until you’re flush against his solid frame.

“You were good today, weren’t you?” he states quietly against your parted lips. It’s phrased like a question, but he seems to already know the answer. You nod anyway, face burning under his scrutiny.

Immediately, you’re spun around and shoved against the counter. Asa’s hands slip under your skirt, pushing it up to your waist, thumbs skimming along the flesh of your ass, across your hips, down your thigh until he’s dipping between your legs. Your breath hitches when his fingers tease through your underwear. His teeth find your neck, softly biting the spot just under your ear until you twitch and sigh, gingerly pushing back against him.

Asa responds with another bite, harder this time, a quite growl in his throat. You whimper and his fingers dip into your underwear, gathering wetness from your dripping slit before gently stroking your clit. The movements of his digits are timed perfectly so your legs are trembling in minutes, hands gripping the counter for support.

“A-Asa, I-I, please, I—

He sinks his teeth into your neck hard enough to make you shriek. His other hand flies to your lips, two fingers pushing roughly into mouth until you gag. He keeps them there and grinds against your clit with the other hand, perfect little circles of pressure until your knees snap together and you arch, eyes scrunching shut as warmth explodes in your core.

You’ve yet to come down from your high when you hear the clink of a belt, the slide of a zipper. Asa pushes on your back until you bend at the waist. He wastes no time in thrusting into your still spasming cunt, your squeal muffled by the fingers in your throat.

Spit drips past your lips and trickles down your chin as Asa fucks you into the countertop. Every harsh pump of his hips brings a high moan up from your throat. You beg for more, words indistinguishable from screams as another orgasm builds.

His hand goes to your throat, making you arch more so he’s hitting that perfect spot within you. Three thrusts in and you’re done for, screaming around his fingers, cunt clamping down on the cock battering your slick muscles. Asa groans through clenched teeth, bucking into you a few more times before reaching his own end, coating your twitching cunt in hot white.

Warm, panting breaths tickle your ear and he commands, “Say it.”

“I-I love you. Thank you, S-Sir.”

Your knees nearly buckle when he releases you. You cling to the counter, half-turning to face him. Immediately, he scoops you into his arms, whisking you from the kitchen and making his way to the stairs.

“Um, dinner—

Asa shushes you. You bite your lip. If the look on his face is anything to go by, you’re in for a long night.

#asa emory x reader #asa emory #the collector #the collector x reader #the collector (2009)#the collection #n sfw #guys those cookies are going to burn #slashers #slasher x reader #slasher fandom #stockholm syndrome #my writing

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reflectionsofneptune · 4 years

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little things about the saturn signs

little dreamy, abstract things about the Saturn signs in Astrology.

Aries Saturn

― Skin stretched across the ridges of the knuckle. Screaming into a pillow. Droplets of sweat formed at the base of the neck. Fight or flight mode. A slow tick in the jaw. Ice cold showers. One rep too many. Steam coming from the spout of a kettle. Boxing gloves, in a corner. Paying the price for impulsive decisions. Tunnel vision. Giving the ego props, but not all the credit. Pacing oneself. Coal catching light at a barbecue. Rugby uniform, two sizes too big. A toddler falling down on soft grass.

Taurus Saturn

― Pennies in a jar. A set, of fine china, accumulated over time. Vinyl played on a Crosley Cruiser. Scrambling to make rent day. Multiple bank accounts. Paying cash over card. White lilies, a centrepiece on the dining table. Buying the same product over and over again. Loyalty cards. Slow cooking. Aeration of bread. A short stroll after dinner. Shoes buffed and shined, by the front door. Crystal cut glass housing clear liquid. The finest dinnerware brought out for special occasions.

Gemini Saturn

― A tickle in the throat. Coughing before a point is made. Audiobooks. The chewed cap of a pen, between the teeth. Stuttering. Restless eyes. Amber glow of a traffic light. Staying up all night to consume information. Aux cables. Permeant creases to the spine of a thick reference book. Last call in a library before closing time. Indentations on a stress ball. A silver tongue. Taming the mind to find peace. Soft vibrations from an electric toothbrush. A keyboard resting on the wall. Breathing exercises before a presentation.

Cancer Saturn

― Photographs in a photo album. Tea stained letters of endearment. Arms crossed over the chest recreates a sense of safety. A tried and trusted recipe passed down. Hot cocoa before bed. Lullabies. Trepidation when it comes to emotionally charged situations. Casserole dishes containing humble portions of heaven. Birdsong as the sun rises. Family heirlooms kept in a velvet pouch. Height marked by notches on the wall. Necklaces made out of macaroni. Friendship bracelets.

Leo Saturn

― Trophies catching dust, behind a cabinet. The definition of achievement drilled in from a young age. Beads embroided on the curve of the back. Scarlett stained pointe shoes. Being painfully aware of a truth embedded in a joke. Bristles of a paintbrush splayed. Finger paintings. Heart playing Scatato notes. Fringing running along the back of a leather jacket. Slicked back hair. Opera glasses observing the scene from a height. Playing small. Playstation cables tangled. Cherry cola.

Virgo Saturn

― Suduko’s on a long train journey. The smell of fresh linen permeating the house. French horn-rimmed glasses. Filter coffee. Sticky notes poking out of an organiser. Multiple alarms set. Sneaking meditation in during lunch. Rush hour. Sweating the small stuff. Employee of the month. Burnout because enough isn’t good enough. Trips away that no one knows about. Tension released on the mat. Vitamins nabbed at bargain prices. Normcore. The curve of a nail bed. The quiet carriage of a train ride.

Libra Saturn

― The tall stem of a Martini glass. Spoken word in an intimate setting. Finding gems in a vintage shops. Mascara running down cheeks. Scented candles. Vintage perfume bottles. Elocution lessons. Fluffy slippers. Holding on too tightly to whats just. Learning forward in conversation. A Minor scale. Wind chimes blowing in the wind. Satin eye masks. Opening up to another requires a bit more effort. Frilly socks. Pouring into a diary at the end of the day. A blue box. Pearls around the neck.

Scorpio Saturn

― A toothpick hanging from the side of the mouth. Alarm bells set off at the slightest inclination of an intruder. Black latex pants. Street lights flickering in an alleyway. Fearful of deep bonding with another further solidifies a notion of isolation. A silver chain hanging from belt loops. The cold tiles of the bathroom floor. The point of incisor teeth. Silver tipped boots. Black matches with a red tip. Vantage point. Riding shotgun. Tight spaces. Sharp corners. Eagles circling the air. Lowered eyelashes.

Sagittarius Saturn

― Left ear ringing. Ted talks with breakfast. Neon lights flashing between the trees. Coins under the sofa. A cork board filled with memories. Floorboards vibrating because of music. Digging deep to find the light in a dark situation. A stainless steel water bottle. The smell of rain. Just catching the last train. Raw space. A painting on a wall, slightly crooked. Recognising a familiar face in a crowd. Fingerless gloves. Boy Scouts around a campfire listening to an Elder. Jumping off a diving board. A little pocketbook shoved into a back pocket.

Capricorn Saturn

― Wanting to fall off the face of the face of earth, not forever, but for a while. A five year plan. Engraved working buttons. An empty playground. Two kisses upon meeting someone new. Country clubs. Freshly mowed lawn. The nib of a fountain pen. Not wanting to fail can actually mean nothing gets started. Socks peeking out from suit trousers. A stiff upper lip. A three course meal, and then dessert. Dry cleaning home delivered. The heavy pressure of water at the crown.

Aquarius Saturn

― Licking postage stamps. A number written on a bar reciept. Blue light from an aquarium. Feeling the weight of upholding one’s personal truth. Drawers that won’t shut. Organised mess. Red booths in a diner. Reading glasses hanging from the neck. A tray filled with trinkets accumulated over the years. Struggling to feel confident to put one’s unique spin on structures in society. Cult movies on video. A soft hue from lava lamps. Tongue-in-cheek graphic t-shirts. Frayed jeans. Floorboards creaking under pacing.

Pisces Saturn

― Alpha brain waves. A packet of cigarettes, opened but full. Escaping to deal with responsibility. Feet dangling off the edge of the bed. Reaching for something tangible in the dark. The calm before the storm. Right ear ringing. Dreams, felt vividly in dream state but in waking state, difficult to pinpoint. Crystals under the pillow. Wanting to help in the world but unsure of where to start. Shadows creeping up a white wall. Guilt. Kiss of life. The soft glow from a pink salt Himalayan lamp. Putting money into a cup outside of a train station.

| little thoughts about mercury placements

| little thoughts about venus placements

| little thoughts about mars placements

#astrology #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #saturn #mine #thoughts #zodiac signs

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simminmybestlife · 3 years

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NEW LOT RELEASE: SUNNY VILLA PAVILLION SHOPPING CENTER (NO CC)

With A Bookstore, a Spoken Word Lounge and beautiful Flower Shop your sims are sure to be able to get that breath of fresh air that they've been looking for! The workroom upstairs also gives sims the option to to work on their gardening and woodworking skills. Also-good news! THIS LOT NO CC IN IT!

[DOWNLOAD LOT] NO CC!!

LOT DETIALS

FUNCTIONAL STORES & BARS: All stores can be set to functional retail stores, you will just have to buy the property and click which items you want to sell!

VERY IMPORTANT: Make sure to Enable the BB.MoveObjects Cheat AND to Download the FULL CC List Provided below BEFORE placing this lot to make sure that each item gets placed where it was intended to be.Lot Type: GENERIC

Lot Value: $192,299

Lot Dimensions: 40 x 30

Lot Traits: Homey, Fast Internet, Natural Lighting

EXPANSION PACK REQUIRED:

I did NOT use ANY CC for this build- You WILL need all the expansion packs below:

Snowy Escape

Eco Lifestyle

Island Living

Seasons

Bowling Nightlife

Vintage Glamour Stuff

Romantic Garden Stuff

Get To Work

Dine Out

Country Kitchen Kit

Paranormal

Nifty Knitting

Laundry Day Stuff

For More AWESOME TS4 BUILDS, CC, LOTS, ANIMATIONS AND MORE FOLLOW @simminmybestlife

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sims4historicalhq · 4 years

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July 2020 Historical CC Releases!

EDIT: The links aren’t showing up outside of the dash/app so I broke this post up into two separate new posts if you want to link to them and have the links actually work! July 2020 CAS Releases & July 2020 BB, Lots, Mods &c

It was a super productive month for historical simmers! If i missed any historic cc/mod releases for July, please let me know!

Clothing:

1760′s Robe A La Francaise - Solids - @simulatedstyles

18th Century Seasonal Riding And Travelling Habit - @simulatedstyles

1830s Garden Stroll Dress - @sunlittides

1858 AF Bathing Suit - @vintagesimstress

1884 Bathing Suit - @vintagesimstress

1884 Bathing Suit for Girls - @vintagesimstress

1893 Aesthetic Dress - @vintagesimstress

1894 Coats for Toddler Boys - @vintagesimstress

1893 Outfit + Hat for Boys - @vintagesimstress

1920s Bride Fashion Set - @HappyLifeSims

A Gent’s Waistcoat - @edorenel

Amalthea Dress - @linzlu

Angelica Gown - @revolution-sims

Bathing Belle - @linzlu

Blacksmith for all in the Family - @simverses

Colette Dress - @bluerose-sims

Colonial Breeches - @edorenel

Commoner Dress Corset - @zx-ta

Elisabeth Winter Set (Mid-Victorian) - @batsfromwesteros

Franz Joseph Hunting Set - @batsfromwesteros

Irish Royal Guard Uniform - @melonsloth

Maid Dress - Maria - @satterlly

Roxie’s Court Dress - @HappyLifeSims

Royal Capes - Outfits for all ages - Royal Pack 1 - @simverses

Sarah 1830′s Dress - @peebsplays

SBP Finya Child Top - @vintage-simmer

Sentate 1949 Haute Couture Collection Public Access - @sentate

The Venetian Dress - @gilded-ghosts

The Victorian Collection, Part Two: Tea Time Day Wear - @simmerofthedawn

Toddler Ruffle Dress - @l-sim

TSM Bard Outfit + Pointed Shoes for all ages - @simverses

TSM Com Collar Dress: Toddlers, Girls, Women - @simverses

TSM ComCorset Gathered Dress - @simverses

TSM Dirty Guy Outfit + Clean Versions: Toddlers, Boys, Men - @simverses

TSM Fuzzy Boots Separated: Toddlers, Kids, Women 1, Women 2 - @simverses

TSM OffDutyKnightVest: Boys, Men - @simverses

TSM Rogue - @simverses

TSM Spy Hood Toddlers 1, Toddlers 2, Kids 1, Kids 2, AU 1, AU 2 - @simverses

TSM Spy Hood Outfit: Toddlers, Boys, Men (no daggers), Men (daggers) Women - @simverses

TSM Town Crier Set - @simverses

TSM ComWhiteDress Updated - @simverses

Washington’s Uniform & Boots - @revolution-sims

Other CAS:

1760s Rococo Mules - @simulatedstyles

Bun for Tots - @edorenel

Colonial Cap Recolors - @edorenel

Dorian’s Mustache - BAkalia (TSR)

English Sword Accessory - @edorenel

Gray Strands for Hair - @sunnybelloria

Kippah Head Covering - @linzlu

Lestat Male Hair - @wistfulpoltergeist

Maddie Hairstyle - @zurkdesign

Mother of Pearls Set (PF-EF) - @edorenel

Oddie Hair - @edorenel

Pompadour Hairstyles - @aniraklova

Princess Chichibu’s Honeysuckle Tiara Japan - @simpire

The Mini Millinery Set - @gilded-ghosts

Tricorn Hat - @edorenel

TSM Rustic Well Set Updated - @vintagesimstress

Build/Buy:

A Royal Bath for the Queen - @simverses

Antique Slipper Tub Updated - @pandorasimbox

Beach Cabins - @aroundthesims

Blanket Fort - @simmingceline

Christmas Wreath w/Candles - @kalino-thesims

Destroyed Drakkar - @dravenxivuk

Farm Animal Set - @mountainsplitter

Fireside Living Room - @simmerofthedawn

Gatsby Wallpaper - @simspirationbuilds

Get to Church Set - @pandorasimbox

Get Together Stained Glass Add-on - @jaydub

Medieval Bunkbeds - @simverses

Medieval Counters - @zx-ta

Medieval Rustic Dining Set - @simverses

Medieval Silverware Replacement - @simverses

Mid Century Asbestos Tile - JAVA (TSR)

Polo Accessories and Pose Pack - @melonsloth & @ourwillowcreekroyals

The King’s Military Bath - @simverses

TSM Proclamation Board as EL Community Board - @simverses

TSM Rustic Kitchen & Bath - @simverses

TSM Tents Part 1 - @simverses

TSM Storage - @zx-ta

Prebuilts:

1003 Revolution Circle - @edorenel

1101 Revere Street - @edorenel

1920s Cottage - @orchidagogo

Americana Ville - @catsaar

Dockscombe House - @regencysims4

Church - @alialsim

The Bishop House - 1684 - @simsthroughtime

The Red Keep (Game of Thrones) - @giuliabuilds

Loobooks:

1910s - @twentiethcenturysims

1920s - @twentiethcenturysims

1930s - @twentiethcenturysims

Historicy Poses:

Pistol Duel Poses - @theroyalthornoliachronicles

Polo Accessories and Pose Pack - @melonsloth & @ourwillowcreekroyals

Old Family Picture Posepack - @kat-simss

Stylist Clothing Adjustments Pose - @kmcreations

Mods:

Better Ladders: Carry Items & Climb Faster - Arckange (MTS)

Find all Collectibles Mod - Sigma1202 (MTS)

Longer Book Names - Drawec (MTS)

No Bits/Pieces for Candles - @mizoreyukii

Psychic Sims! mod for Sims 4 - Lumpinou (MTS)

Rambunctious Religions MOD - Lumpinou (MTS)

Self-Sufficient Aspiration (EL) - MissBee (MTS)

Vendor Career - rubi (MTS)

#ts4 #ts4 cc #ts4cc #s4 cc #s4cc #ts4 historical #history sims #ts4 mods #s4 mods #ts4 builds #s4 builds #ts4 poses

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jaderabbitt · 3 years

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Dream a Little Dream of Us?

so, i have ideas like these a lot and i really want to write them out but sometimes i feel like i’m not doing my visions justice. kinda gonna post this one as a test run and see if you guys like it!!

TW: mostly angsty, tiny bit of fluff, depiction of violence and death. reader isn’t specified gender but does wear gendered feminine clothing for a reason

The record spun within its player, spinning webs of music throughout the open doors and windows. Humming along, you folded up the recently dried laundry that you had just collected from the lines behind the house. You felt the flutter of your day dress against your calves as you swayed to the music, moving around the dining table where you organized the folded clothes. The evening air wafted through the screened patio door, and the gleams of the sunset danced across the room.

Finally finished with the laundry, you gave a satisfied huff and put your hands on your hips, smiling to yourself. Deciding to take a short break, your kitten heels clacked along towards the kitchen where you decided you earned yourself a glass of sweet wine and a sunset view. You stared at the brand label for a little longer than need be, feeling reminiscent of something you couldn’t exactly remember. Shrugging it off, you went to release the tension of the day’s work by lounging out on your patio. The sun was setting to your left, illuminating the hillside view.

You briefly felt the same reminiscent feeling, but pushed it away just as quickly as before. This was your ‘me’ time, and you’d be damned if you spent it worrying. Sipping on your wine, you sighed in relief. The music still played from the other room, further relaxing you into the cushioned lounge chair.

You supposed the weight of chores started getting to you, because you consistently had the subtle feeling that you were missing something. The furrow of your brows stained your face as you walked back into your house. You started noticing small inconsistencies.

You had folded men’s clothes. But you lived alone.

You were listening to a record player. But you owned a boombox.

You were wearing a dress and heels around the house. But you preferred pants.

The appliances nestled in the kitchen looked outdated and vintage. While you didn’t necessarily hate vintage, you wouldn’t subject yourself to barely working ovens and stovetops. You began to panic, trying to remember what happened last and what exactly you were missing. You didn’t recall taking the clothes off the line. You didn’t remember anything before the folding, really.

It felt like you just walked onto the set of a black and white movie.

Suddenly, the click of a lock stirred you from your panicked daze. Turning towards the front door, you anxiously awaited the appearance of whoever was going to walk through it. Confusion and alarm struck you like a sledgehammer to metal, as you recognized the two men who walked through the door.

Bruno pressed a kiss to your cheek in greeting, and Leone did the same right after. Bruno’s eyebrow quirked up when neither men received a greeting back from you.

“No ‘welcome home loves’? No ‘how was your day’?” Leone quipped, suspicious at your behavior.

“You look like you’ve seen a fantasma, cara.” Commented Bruno, who caressed your arm in worry at your blanched look, to which you looked down at.

They were here. Breathing, feeling, alive.

“Am I dreaming…?” You murmured, the warmth of Bruno’s hand shocking you out of your stupor.

Leone pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, feeling for a fever. When he found nothing amiss, he guided you to the couch. “Perhaps the heat is getting to you, amore,” he mumbled, but before he could pull away to get you something to cool you down, you grasped onto his arm.

“How are you alive? I found your bodies...You had no heartbeats. You were dead.”

Bruno and Leone simply shared a look.

Giorno bit his lip to the point of drawing blood. His fists were gripped tight, the rain pattered against his black umbrella. Fugo punched the wall next to him, yelling out curses into the night. Mista kneeled, grim look on his face, seemingly still in a tad bit of shock.

In front of the men lay your body, limbs twisted and a pool of blood underneath, slowly getting washed away by the rain.

“At least they’re with the others now.”

#bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno bucellati x reader #leone abbacchio x reader #abbacchio x reader #bruabba #bruabba x reader #jjba x reader #JJBA #reader insert #x reader

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