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bergiesims · 6 months

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Lykke Centre Apartments

[Move In Ready]

Tis done! I'm a big fan of this place.. my Screenshots folder has now been inundated with photos from this beautiful area in the evening. I am OBSESSED with the exterior! This is a very CC heavy build (unintentionally so); but I absolutely love the way it turned out.

Each of the six units has two bedrooms and one bathroom. Kitchens and bathrooms are furnished, and I also added a laundry room in the basement; the rest is up to you! I plan to make some Windenburg locals to live here in the coming weeks.

Tray Files (including Packs Used + CC List) are below the break.

The Lykke Centre Apartments lot has also been uploaded to The Gallery; remember to check 'Include Custom Content' when you search!

Tray Files: Google Drive

#sims 4 #ts4 #simblr #build mode #originals #show us your builds #maxis match #windenburg #lykke centre #ts4 custom content #ts4 cc #sims 4 apartments #bergie builds

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pixelglam · 3 months

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hi amelie! What library and pool do you use in windenburg? (in lykke centre)

Hello!

Library Serenity by Applez (@rheya28) cc | Bathe de Rill by Cara2Who

#pixelglam's save file #wcif #wcifs only for lots!#windenburg

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clubdionysus · 1 month

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[BAD DECISION #2] Park Jimin

warnings: alcohol, clubbing, smut, spanking, protected sex, taken from behind, desk sex, reader is bratty, jimin enjoys it, reader doesn’t finish :(

soundtrack: streets - doja cat, babydoll - ari abdul, sex money feelings die (slowed ver) - lykke li

wc: 3.2k

bd total wc: 540k (on-going)

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You're three Purple Starfuckers deep when Park Jimin first catches your eye. You don't mean to stare, it's just that the way he moves is unlike anything you've ever seen before. There's a sensuality to his hips, a charm to his lips and - fuck it - maybe you do mean to stare. Maybe you want him looking at you too. Assessing. Undressing.

He's in all black. Black slacks, black shirt, black liquid in his cup. No idea what he's drinking, but you're wasted and think you'd quite like to taste it, too.

The thing about Park Jimin is that he's an absolute tool.

He knows he's hot. Knows when people are staring. Knows what to do, when to smile, how to glance over, look in your direction. Look you up. Look you down. Look away. Bite his lip. Returns his gaze. Focus 1...2...3. Look away.

It's a fine art. He mastered it young, and has been using it ever since. Can bed whoever he wants, whenever he wants.

And right now? He wants you.

You're ignorant to the rest of the club as he makes his way towards you. You're hot and clammy, skin a little sticky from sweat and spilt drinks. He doesn't mind. Finds it kind of hot. Likes to imagine that's what you'll look like in his bed too.

There's no real formal introduction - why would there be? He's not after your number; just wants to add to it.

Somewhere between the shitty base and the pressure of his lips on yours, he asks if you want to get out of Dionysus. Says he could do with some fresh air.

Jeongguk doesn't see you leave. A few hours later, he'll watch as Hoseok and Danbi dance around like lunatics to the final song of the evening, but they'll be missing their very own disco ball. It will be a shame, but Jeongguk will chalk it up to nothing of any significance. Will hope you got home safely.

The ride back to Jimin's is quiet.

His hand is on your thigh, and you're thankful to not be kissing him anymore. It's not that you didn't enjoy it - you just find kissing so... personal. So intimate. Fucking? Whatever. No big deal. But kissing? Something about it just puts you on edge.

It also does edge you slightly, but he'll reap that reward later.

"My room's at the far end," he says as he guides you into his apartment. It's dark, and he doesn't bother turning the lights on. No point. "I'm just gonna freshen up quickly. Meet you in there?"

You smile. Say yes. Are pleasantly surprised by a guy who -for once- seems to know he should really wash his hands before getting intimate with a woman. Perhaps you should do the same, but you don't really plan on getting that well acquainted with him.

It's no secret that this is just a hookup. A one-night thing. A craving settler. Frustration reliever.

His bedroom, disappointingly, is as you expect. A little bland, a little minimal. It doesn't excude the same sensuality that he does, but you're sure that when he returns, he'll have enough of that to fill the entire room.

There's a double bed in the centre of the back wall, and by the window, there's a desk. Not much on it. A laptop stand - the laptop of which is on his bed - and some pots full of pens. Books, too. Interior Design Anthologies by the looks of things - which is ironic, given how boring his room is.

You don't waver when you hear the click of Jimin's bedroom door. You smile, back turned to him, toying with the pens on his desk. His blinds are open, moonlight silhouetting you. The glow of silver satin makes you look ehteral; other wordly. If he wasn't tipsy, he'd admire it. Admire you.

Jimin's silent as he walks to meet you, the tips of his fingers sinking onto the satin above the flesh of your hips. The rigid metal of his rings against the smooth material of your dress is lethal. Has you thinking of all the little deaths you'd like to have.

He doesn't pull you back towards him. Instead, he draws himself closer to you, until his crotch rests against your ass. It's his belt buckle you feel first. His hardening cock, second.

Lips tender and plump, they trail down your neck, leaving a trail of his saliva. The cool air hits against it, the sensation giving you goosebumps - or maybe it's just him. You find yourself gasping, leaning into his touch.

You ignore him - or at least you try to - still tinkering with things on his desk. Disinterest turns him on a little. You're playing him well. Getting him right where you want him.

When he reaches your ear, his teeth graze against your lobe. "Stop playing with my pens, gorgeous. Need them for work."

You smile, wrapping your fingers around one of them. It's a fineliner, 0.3 nib. Nothing remarkable. You have the same brand in the art cafe you work at. His hand immediately reaches for it. Wraps around yours.

"Uh-uh," he hums. Removes the pen from you grasp and puts it back in it's holder. "That's my favourite. Can't lose it."

There's a pout on your lips. A soft moan escapes. Pretty, he thinks. "I like having my hands full."

Jimin's teeth graze your neck. Bite down. He sucks gently as a kiss is pressed to your skin. He's leaving a mark, and both of you damn well know it.

His hips push against your ass. You're trapped between him and the desk, his bulge undeniable. Has you wanting to bend over. You half think you might.

And then he whispers in your ear, "I think I have something you can fill them with instead."

He feels your ass move against him, the satin of your dress riding up ever so slightly. The hand of his that had put the pen back finds a new home: the top of your thigh beneath your dress. He pulls you back against him. Presses his stiff crotch to your ass slowly. Withdraws. Repeats. Slow. Deep.

You smirk. "I'd rather you fill something else."

There's a tenderness to the way Jimin pushes the skirt of your dress over your ass. Your underwear is black; lace, barely there. His finger hooks beneath the top of the waistband and slowly pulls it tight, the material taut against your soaked core making you gasp.

His other hand drops to your ass cheek. Grapples. Strokes. "Ask nicely."

You're whining a little from the friction he's still controlling. Your hips roll a little as your body sinks to lay flat against his desk, arms outstretched above your head. The tips of your fingers can reach his window. It's steamy. Covered in condensation.

Your silence is noticed.

You ask for nothing, for you're after a very specific something and - fuck - Park Jimin knows how to deliver. His hand pulls away from your ass, meeting it again with a sharp crack. It stings. Makes you gasp, but he can hear the satisfaction in your throat. Knows it's what you wanted.

"I told you to ask nicely," he reminds you, voice soft as he strokes against your ass again.

You don't. Instead, you repeat your movements. Slow, and languid, Jimin's trying his hardest not to just pull his cock out and start fucking you like he so desperately wants to.

But you're being a fucking tease, and he's not one to give into power dynamics all that easily.

And so his hand meets your ass again, the tips of his fingers digging in where they meet your skin.

"Fuck."

"Not the right answer," he tells you, spanking again, a little harder this time. Your hips are rolling so desperately that Jimin thinks it would be kind to put you out of your misery - but he also knows you can do it yourself.

You know exactly the right thing to say to get his cock pushing into you.

And yet you don't.

You enjoy this too much. Enjoy that he'll be the one begging soon.

It comes quicker than you expect - three more spanks, to be precise. Jimin's so hard he think he might cum in his fucking pants if this goes on for much longer.

His fingers sink into your hot core as he says, "Gotta fuck you, gorgeous. Gotta- uh, fuck. So fuckin' wet, aren't you? I made you this needy?"

Why the fuck he thinks you'll give him the answer he wants is beyond him.

You like a challenge far too much.

"Me? Wet? Baby, this is nothing," you tell him.

And just like that, it's all on your terms. He wants to prove himself. If this is nothing (it's not, you're soaked), then he wants everything.

You're in control of it all; the way Jimin can't control himself, the way he asks to fuck you raw but you insist on a condom, the way he pushes his thick cock into you so slowly that you can't help but whine. It's all orchestrated by you.

You think it's cute that he thought he had authority for a little bit. He still does as he thrusts his hips against you, the sound of skin slapping together echoing around the room. His cock burns and cools in the same stroke; filling you, and then leaving you empty. He's got a good pace. A good rhythm. Enough to have you moaning.

"Take me so well," he husks, before letting his palm crack against your ass again. You whine, and so he does it once more.

Again, very cute that he thinks he's in control.

You're whining cause you know it means he'll just do it again. And he does, and -fuck- you're close. He really had edged you with his teasing. His hand wraps around your ponytail, pulling your torso up. It's arched, and fuck if it isn't the sexiest thing Jimin's ever seen.

"You're gonna make me cum, gorgeous," he groans. "Gonna make- Oh fuck. You feel so fucking good."

It's been a while since you last felt like playing the role of a cum slut, but the idea of him spilling himself onto you has you mewling. You want it. Have missed feeling used like this.

Hoseok isn't the only one who's recently been through a change in relationship status; you're just dealing with it a hell of a lot better.

Or at least you're telling yourself you are.

"On my back," you tell him - and he needs no further instructions. He fucks himself into you - fast, frantic, fraught - until he's grunting. He pulls out, tears the condom from his leaky cock and wanks himself all over your spine. His cum is warm against your skin, his body shaking from his release. Thick. Well placed.

Credit where it's due, you think. He's got a great pull-out game. Makes sense, considering how much he'd pleaded to fuck you raw. Must have had a lot of practice.

"You fucking loved that," he tells you, spanking your ass one final time, and it makes you laugh. He's cocky, and it suits him well, but it still amazes you that he thinks he was in control.

"Just what I needed," you flirt regardless. You'll give him the ego boost. It's not like you actually came, but it was enough to satisfy a craving. "Appreciate it."

"Pleasures all mine," he smirks as he reaches for the tissues by his bed. If he were truly a gent, he'd clean it up himself. The angle is awkward for you, twisting uncomfortably to reach it. Fuck knows if you get it all. He pulls off his shirt and begins to actually undress himself, now. "You're welcome to stay."

It's a nice offer. Not one that you'll accept. The idea of snuggling up with a stranger makes your skin crawl. "Can I just charge for my phone for a bit? I'll order a taxi back to mine."

Jimin shrugs. He doesn't give a shit if you stay or go, but he does enjoy post fuck intimacy. Whenever Jimin discusses his hookups with his housemate, they're always confused.

They hate post fuck intimacy with strangers. Just like you. They like to shower; get the feeling of filth off of themselves.

Jimin isn't like that. He revels in it. Thinks it's the most humane feeling in the world. What we were built to do.

He yawns, clearly wiped out from the alcohol and mumbles something about 'wake me if you need me' - and then he's dozing off. You haven't even found his charger yet.

The clock on his desk reads 5:07 in the morning. You really do just want to go home. Get a couple hours sleep in. You're working the afternoon shift in the cafe today, so you'll be fine, but you'd still rather not crash here. Rather go home, sober up, have a shower.

Now that the haze of sex is gone, you're less enthusiastic about the way the skin on your back feels tighter; the remains of his fun drying out.

"Psst," you hiss, trying to get Jimin's attention - but he just snores a little harder. Is dead to the world. Always is after a few too many.

You don't want to turn the light on just incase you wake him, so you head towards the sitting room instead, hoping maybe there'd be a charger in there. You'll plug your phone in for a few minutes, enough charge to ensure you can make it home, and then that'll be it.

Park Jimin will be all but a memory. Not a bad one. Not a significantly great one either. Just a reminder of your reckless youth.

You're still in your heels, thanks to Jimin's decision to take you bent over his desk, so you try your hardest not let them click against the tiles. You're a little tipsy, but you think you're doing alright - that is, at least, until you realise you have no idea where the light switch is.

"Shit."

And then you're on the floor.

You hadn't meant to trip over the side table, but it was so low down that it had been hard to see. Already unsteady on your feet, it hadn't taken much for you to fall - taking the games console controllers resting on it straight down with you - but on the plus side, you've just found the floor switch for a lamp.

So busy trying to figure which wall socket to switch out, you don't notice the click of a door. It's from down the hall, the opposite end to Jimin's room.

Jimin's flatmate pads along the tile flooring, scuffing against them slightly. He's in nothing but a pair of boxers and socks. He's silent, bringing the heel of his palm to his eyes, rubbing slightly. Having only just fallen asleep, he didn't take too kindly to the rude awakening - but knew Jimin was a liability after a few too many. Nothing to be too annoyed about.

"Watcha lost?" he croaks, before you manage to flick the light on and his gaze falls on you. "Oh."

His brow pinch together, eyes scanning you. He blinks once, twice. Sneers a little in confusion. "What are you doing here?"

You stare up at him, eyes wide as you take him in; hair ruffled, exposed torso shining in the warm lamp light, tattoos trailing up his arm and spilling over onto his shoulder.

You're still in your party dress. What little makeup you did still have on when you left the club is now smeared around your eyes. Your ponytail isn't as sleek as it once was thanks to Jimin's earlier grip on it.

And then he notices the hickey, too. Ah. That explains it.

You furrow your brows right back. "Could ask you the same."

You wonder what brings him here at such an hour. Perhaps he's dating Jimin's roommate. Perhaps she was at the bar too, and he just went home with her? Perhaps you misread his flirting and it's not a 'she' at all?

His tongue runs along the inside of his cheek as you stand, straightening yourself out a little. You're awkward as you get to your feet, legs bowing a little. Your eyes are all big and wide, like they were when you thought he could smell smoke on you earlier. He feels a little bad.

You half expect to hear a 'baby, come back to bed,' from whoever he's sharing one with.

But instead, Jeongguk simply says, "didn't realise I needed permission to be in my own apartment."

Your eyes close as your whole entire body winces from the cringe. Of course. It makes perfect sense.

"Running out on him already?" Jeongguk smirks. It's arrogant. Feels like he's judging you. Taking it personally. "Cold."

"Places to be," you shrug. "He's out cold."

"Yeah," Jeongguk nods. "He does that. Sounds like Jimin."

There's silence for a moment. Neither of you know exactly what to say. Early morning is breaking, and it's casting the most glorious orange hues onto his toned abs. You've no idea what he does in the gym, but you know he must be there every waking moment to have a physique like that.

"Sorry-"

"I was just-"

Again, you both pause, a little bashful. Red in the cheeks. Heartbeat in your throat. You look down, and give Jeongguk the room to talk.

"I thought Jimin was looking for something. Sorry. I'll let you get on."

"Oh, no," you smile. "It's fine, I'm sorry for waking you. Was just about to leave."

"Only been home for about twenty minutes. Didn't wake me."

Your face turns a ghostly white. He laughs.

"Didn't hear anything, don't worry."

And now it's as rosy as his lips, which are breaking into a smile.

"Clear off," he says tenderly. "There's a taxi rank next to the CU across the road. I'll tell Jimin you had to get home. No biggie."

You nod. Bow because that somehow feels appropriate. He's laughing at you again, and you're laughing too and - fuck - you want to die. This is not how you thought your night would end. Didn't even get an orgasm from Jimin to make up for the awkwardness of such an encounter.

"Thank you."

"It's cool," he says as he shrugs, walking to the door with you in a casual silence. It's awkward but not uncomfortable - although it is a little funny, 'cause even though his roommates been inside of you, you somehow feel like you know Jeongguk a little better.

He says goodbye. Reminds you to text Jimin to let him know you're home safe (not that you have his number) and smiles as he says, "See you around, trouble."

And you know you shouldn't, but you really hope you do.

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magnoliadale · 3 months

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Lykke Centre Tenants feat. Sibil Warren

Daughter of a wealthy tech mogul, Sibil grew up in San Myshuno’s Uptown district. At 17, she attended Foxbury University where she earned her degree in Economics and graduated at the top of her class. Sibil was always smart and often earned the best grades amongst her peers but after getting her degree, she realized that there’s more to life than just school. So she’s decided to try her hand at being a social media influencer. Now residing in Windenburg’s modern up and coming neighborhood of Lykke Centre, she hopes to make a name for herself with both beauty and brains.

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #my sims #showusyoursims #simblr #magnoliadale #the sims 4 #mdtownie*#Warren*

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chere-indolente-plays · 1 month

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So before I introduce more sims, I thought it'd be useful to give the head canon I have for the main worlds I plan on using. I've also given new made up french names to these worlds, in order to make it less immersion breaking for myself.

And I've made some maps to help me in my explanations since I'm aware not everybody know the areas, cities and towns I'm gonna be referencing.

The first thing to note is that I'll be mostly playing in Windenburg and Newcrest which I've both situated in Normandy, more details on that in a bit. Other worlds I'll be locating in France will be Brindleton and Britechester. I'm on the fence on Tartosia which will either be a french town near Nice or an italian town on the west coast.

Brindleton will be called Loguenan. It will be situated on the north-east coast of Brittany and inspired by Saint-Malo and little coastal towns near it.

Britechester will be called Rormay. In my headcanon this is a city roughly taking Reims's spot on the map but architecturally the influences will be a mix of Reims, Paris, Nancy & Brussels (because I need to channel all my art nouveau inspo somewhere).

So now about Normandy which will be the main focus of my save (for now at least, who knows, things happen in 140 sims years) : this is a place very close to my heart, where my family is from and where I grew up so I'm very excited to explore its history and architecture.

Newcrest will be called Dorfleur, it's a city that's basically a mix of Caen and Rouen.

Finally Windenburg will be called Honfreville-sur-Mer which I'm placing in the general Pays d'Auge area because it match best the world and its half-timbering imo.

Old Platz becomes Honfreville Centre, the town's city center

For this neighboorhood I'm not really taking inspiration from one specific place just mixing stuff I've seen from various normand towns

Lykke Centre becomes Honfreville Quai, the town's quay/port

For now I won't be playing in this neighboorhood but I have plans for post 1945 builds inspired by places like Le Havre et Cherbourg

Windslar becomes Couligny

In my head canon this in a village near Honfreville-sur-Mer which is slightly more inland. Once again the inspiration is from all over Normandy.

The Crumbling Isle becomes the Île de Préhou

This island will be mostly inspired by places like Trouville-sur-Mer, Granville and more broadly by little coastal fishing towns that turned into seaside resorts over the course of the 19th and 20th century. It's not far off the coast from Honfreville. I'm deliberately choosing not to use actual normand Islands as references for this because this is the only beaches I get in this world and I'll be damned if I don't explore the seaside tourism aspect of the region and eventually cover this place with villas.

Finally, here is a map of all my made up towns and cities :

#lore lore lore #Au fil du temps #ts4 historical #worldbuilding #Honfreville-sur-mer #Couligny #île de Préhou #Dorfleur #Loguenan #Rormay #yes I spent a full day making maps for my little made up places 🙃#Alice is from Loguenan and just arrived in Honfreville #Émile lives in Couligny

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pilcrow00b6 · 1 year

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Hare Square - Windenburg Community Space (4 in 1)

30x20 | lot type: community space

I thought that Windenburg needed a meeting spot that is more versatile. I made those lots before Growing Together was announced, otherwise I would have made it a recreational center and saved myself a lot of work. Oh well...

You can find it on my gallery - ID: littlepirate213 or download tray files (link below). Place with bb.moveobjects on.

Requires:

EPs: Highschool Years, Cottage Living, Snowy Escape, Eco Lifestyle, Discover University, Island Living, Get Famous, Seasons, Cats&Dogs, City Living, Get Together, Get to Work

GPs: Werewolves, Realm of Magic, StrangerVille, Jungle Adventure, Dine Out, Outdoor Retreat

SPs: Paranormal, Nifty Knitting, Romantic Garden, Holiday Celebration

Kits: Blooming Rooms

No CC used

How to place:

Change the lot type to community space

Place the lots on the correct sub-lot

If you want to swap between the types, travel to the lot, type in testingcheats on and click on the voting board with shift.

DOWNLOAD (Simfileshare)

Enjoy!

Community space

The Hare Square is a breath of nature in a busy Lykke Centre. Both adults and children can enjoy spending free time here in the shade of trees (this lot is just an altered version of the original Hare Square).

Community garden

Windenburg's community garden for available for every sim!

Marketplace

Newly built marketplace is a place for sims to purchase, sell and trade all kinds of goods. It's also good spot to grab a bite and talk with friends.

Maker space

Maker space for all of the artistic and crafty sims.

@maxismatchccworld @sssvitlanz

#TheSims4 #ts4build #nocc #noccbuild #ts4 community space #Windenburg #showusyourbuilds #ts4 download #pilcrow00b6 build

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maplewhims · 1 year

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harlow’s windenburg bedroom ꕥ

harlow is moving out of her parent luxe home in oasis springs to the quaint town of windenburg. her father was extremely sad to see his little girl move away so he bought her this townhome in lykke centre to know she would be safe and to allow her to blossom in her new career.

#ts4 #simblr #ts4 gameplay #the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4 sceenshots #the sims #ts4 interior #ts4 decor #ts4 builds #harlow; home

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bergiesims · 7 months

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Lykke Centre Apartments

[Work in Progress]

I NEVER build in Windenburg, but when I saw this 6 unit apartment building on Pinterest last night, I got inspired and thought it would go nicely with the modern vibe of Lykke Centre. Focused 100% on the shape of the building, some exterior details, and the apartment floor plans today, but I'm very excited to see how this turns out!

My PC actually behaved today, so I was finally able to dip my toe back into building without issues. Super grateful for my in-house tech support (my AMAZING hubby) for helping me with every step of the PC reboot process last night and walking me through some GPU adjustments that will hopefully stabilize my game going forward.

#sims 4 #ts4 #originals #wip #windenburg #show us your builds #bergie builds #custom #ts4 custom content #simblr #ts4 cc #build mode #sims 4 cc #lykke centre #sims 4 apartments

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simsontherope · 2 years

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Sims 4 - Fabrique de Musique

This lot was one of the first I shared, so I thought it might be time to update it! I was still using the original, but this build was a mess, there were too many objects and details everywhere, too many different colors. So I simplified the exterior architecture, and made a cleaner decoration inside.

I also removed all the karaoke space upstairs (as I have another build for that in this neighborhood), the sims weren't using it anyway!

Location: Windenburg (Lykke Centre), Harbor Quarter Gym.

Info : 30x30 lot, Nightclub or Karaoke Bar.

Playtested as usual, use bb.moveobjects on before placing the lot.

Download the tray files : SimFileShare

Or use my EA ID simsontherope to find it in the gallery!

My Terms of Use are on this page. If you like this and my other creations, you can also follow me on Twitter!

#The Sims 4 #Sims 4 #ts4 #sims4 #ts4cc #s4cc #ts4mm #s4mm #download #buildmode #NoCC

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ladychaos · 2 years

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Hi everyone! Another build for my Windenburg makeover (only 2 more to go and I’m done!). I’m doing my best to share my creations regularly, but it’s been hard to take time for myself (I haven’t even had time to play with the new Werewolves Game Pack, which makes me so sad). I hope you’ll like this build. As always, I tried to make it enjoyable for gameplay.

If you play on PC/Mac, I’d highly recommend using the Auto Employees | Custom Lot Trait mod by LittleMsSam :

Install the mod,

Go to build mode and add the “Professional” lot trait,

Go to live mode and click on a door to allow the NPCs to show up.

Take care and stay safe. 💜

Futuropolis [cc-free]

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Windenburg

It’s Sunday afternoon and you don’t know what to do? Why not go to Futuropolis to enjoy a good time with your friends? Situated in Lykke Centre, Windenburg modern neighborhood, this place has everything you could ask for: bowling alleys, an arcade game center, a cybercafe and even a movie theater. Here, you’re sure to never get bored and meet lots of amazing people!

AVAILABLE IN MY GALLERY

Origin ID: LadyChaosWorlds

You can download Futuropolis here: [X]

📁 TRAY FILES : DOWNLOAD (PATREON, FREE)

💟 Please don’t re-upload. Please don’t share without credit.

Don’t forget to activate bb.moveobjects before downloading the lot on build mode (not from the map).

[*I’m currently redoing all Windenburg, creating builds and storylines for the whole world. You can check my progress here.]

#playertested #playertested s4 #ladychaos #LadyChaosworlds #s4 ccfree #sims 4 download #ts4 #ts4mm #sims creation #windenburg #windenburg makeover #WindenburgMakeover #s4 windenburg

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alphabetboyluvr · 11 months

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bad decisions | jjk - two

"It's cool," he says as he shrugs, walking to the door with you in a casual silence. It's awkward but not uncomfortable - although it is a little funny, 'cause even though his housemate's been inside you, you somehow feel like you know Jungkook a little better. He says goodbye. Reminds you to text Jimin to let him know you're home safe (not that you have his number), and smiles as he says, "See you around, trouble." And you know you shouldn't, but you really hope you do.

Bad Decision #2 - Park Jimin

warnings: alcohol, clubbing, smut, spanking, protected sex, taken from behind, desk sex, reader is bratty, jimin enjoys it, reader doesn't finish :(

soundtrack: streets - doja cat, babydoll - ari abdul, sex money feelings die (slowed ver) - lykke li

wc: 3.2k

bd total wc: 370k (on-going)

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Maybe you want him looking at you too. Assessing. Undressing.

He's in all black. Black slacks, black shirt, black liquid in his cup. No idea what he's drinking, but you're wasted and think you'd quite like to taste it, too.

The thing about Park Jimin is that he's an absolute tool.

It's a fine art. He mastered it young, and has been using it ever since. Can bed whoever he wants, whenever he wants.

And right now?

He wants you.

There's no real formal introduction. Why would there be? He's not after your number; just wants to add to it.

Somewhere between the shitty base and the pressure of his lips on yours, he asks if you want to get out of Dionysus. Says he could do with some fresh air.

Jungkook doesn't see you leave. A few hours later, he'll watch as Hoseok and Danbi dance around like lunatics to the final song of the evening, but they'll be missing their very own disco ball. It will be a shame, but Jungkook will chalk it up to nothing of any significance. Will hope you got home safely.

The ride back to Jimin's is quiet.

His hand is on your thigh, and you're thankful to not be kissing him anymore. It's not that you didn't enjoy it. You just find kissing so... personal. So intimate. Fucking? Whatever. No big deal. But kissing? Something about it just puts you on edge.

It also does edge you slightly, but he'll reap that reward later.

"My room's at the far end," he says as he guides you into his apartment. It's dark, and he doesn't bother turning the lights on. No point. "I'm just gonna freshen up quickly. Meet you in there?"

It's no secret that this is just a hookup. A one-night thing. A craving settler. Frustration reliever.

His bedroom, disappointingly, is as you expect. A little bland, a little minimal. It doesn't exude the same sensuality that he does, but you're sure that when he returns, he'll have enough of that to fill the entire room.

There's a double bed in the centre of the back wall, and by the window, there's a desk. Not much on it. A laptop stand—the laptop of which is on his bed—and some pots full of pens. Books, too. Interior Design Anthologies by the looks of things—which is ironic, given how boring his room is.

You don't waver when you hear the click of Jimin's bedroom door. You smile, back turned to him, toying with the pens on his desk. His blinds are open, moonlight silhouetting you. The glow of silver satin makes you look ethereal; other wordly. If he wasn't tipsy, he'd admire it. Admire you.

He doesn't pull you back towards him. Instead, he draws himself closer to you, until his crotch rests against your ass. It's his belt buckle you feel first. His hardening cock, second.

You ignore him—or at least you try to—still tinkering with things on his desk. Disinterest turns him on a little. You're playing him well. Getting him right where you want him.

When he reaches your ear, his teeth graze against your lobe. "Stop playing with my pens, gorgeous. Need them for work."

"Uh-uh," he hums. Removes the pen from you grasp and puts it back in it's holder. "That's my favourite. Can't lose it."

There's a pout on your lips. A soft moan escapes. Pretty, he thinks. "I like having my hands full."

Jimin's teeth graze your neck. Bite down. He sucks gently as a kiss is pressed to your skin. He's leaving a mark, and both of you damn well know it.

His hips push against your ass. You're trapped between him and the desk, his bulge undeniable. Has you wanting to bend over. You half think you might.

And then he whispers in your ear, "I think I have something you can fill them with instead."

You smirk. "I'd rather you fill something else."

His other hand drops to your ass cheek. Grapples. Strokes. "Ask nicely."

Your silence is noticed.

You ask for nothing, for you're after a very specific something and—fuck—Park Jimin knows how to deliver. His hand pulls away from your ass, meeting it again with a sharp crack. It stings. Makes you gasp, but he can hear the satisfaction in your throat. Knows it's what you wanted.

"I told you to ask nicely," he reminds you, voice soft as he strokes against your ass again.

You don't. Instead, you repeat your movements. Slow, and languid, Jimin's trying his hardest not to just pull his cock out and start fucking you like he so desperately wants to.

But you're being a fucking tease, and he's not one to give into power dynamics all that easily.

And so his hand meets your ass again, the tips of his fingers digging in where they meet your skin.

"Fuck."

"Not the right answer," he tells you, spanking again, a little harder this time. Your hips are rolling so desperately that Jimin thinks it would be kind to put you out of your misery—but he also knows you can do it yourself.

You know exactly the right thing to say to get his cock pushing into you.

And yet you don't.

You enjoy this too much. Enjoy that he'll be the one begging soon.

It comes quicker than you expect - three more spanks, to be precise. Jimin's so hard he think he might cum in his fucking pants if this goes on for much longer.

His fingers sink into your hot core as he says, "Gotta fuck you, gorgeous. Gotta- uh, fuck. So fuckin' wet, aren't you? You got like this thinking about me? I made you this needy?"

Why the fuck he thinks you'll give him the answer he wants is beyond him.

You like a challenge far too much.

"Me? Wet? Honey, this is nothing," you tell him.

And just like that, it's all on your terms. He wants to prove himself. If this is nothing (it's not, you're soaked), then he wants everything.

"Take me so well," he husks, before letting his palm crack against your ass again. You whine, and so he does it once more.

Again, very cute that he thinks he's in control.

You're whining cause you know it means he'll just do it again. And he does, and—fuck—you're close. He really had edged you with his teasing. His hand wraps around your ponytail, pulling your torso up. It's arched, and fuck if it isn't the sexiest thing Jimin's ever seen.

"You're gonna make me cum, gorgeous," he groans. "Gonna make- Oh fuck. You feel so fucking good."

It's been a while since you last felt like playing the role of a cum slut, but the idea of him spilling himself onto you has you mewling. You want it. Have missed feeling used like this.

Hoseok isn't the only one who's recently been through a change in relationship status; you're just dealing with it a hell of a lot better.

"On my back," you tell him. He needs no further instructions.

Jimin fucks himself into you—fast, frantic, fraught—until he's grunting. He pulls out, tears the condom from his leaky cock and wanks himself all over your spine. His cum is warm against your skin, his body shaking from his release. Thick. Well placed.

Credit where it's due, you think. He's got a great pull-out game. Makes sense, considering how much he'd pleaded to fuck you raw. Must have had a lot of practice.

"You fucking loved that," he tells you, spanking your ass one final time, and it makes you laugh. He's cocky, and it suits him well, but it still amazes you that he thinks he was in control.

"Just what I needed," you flirt regardless. You'll give him the ego boost. It's not like you actually came, but it was enough to satisfy a craving. "Appreciate it."

It's a nice offer. Not one that you'll accept. The idea of snuggling up with a stranger makes your skin crawl. "Can I just charge my phone for a bit? I'll order a taxi back to mine."

Jimin shrugs. He doesn't give a shit if you stay or go, but he does enjoy post fuck intimacy. Whenever Jimin discusses his hookups with his housemate, they're always confused.

They hate post fuck intimacy with strangers. Just like you. They like to shower; get the feeling of filth off of themselves. It's part of the reason they don't fuck about. More of a relationship type.

Jimin isn't like that. He revels in it. Thinks it's the most humane feeling in the world. What we were built to do.

He yawns, clearly wiped out from the alcohol and mumbles something about 'wake me if you need me' - and then he's dozing off. You haven't even found his charger yet.

Now that the haze of sex is gone, you're less enthusiastic about the way the skin on your back feels tighter; the remains of his fun drying out.

"Psst," you hiss, trying to get Jimin's attention - but he just snores a little harder. Is dead to the world. Always is after a few too many.

Park Jimin will be all but a memory. Not a bad one. Not a significantly great one either. Just a reminder of your reckless youth.

"Shit."

And then you're on the floor.

So busy trying to figure which wall socket to switch out, you don't notice the click of a door. It's from down the hall, the opposite end to Jimin's room.

"Watcha lost?" he croaks, before you manage to flick the light on and his gaze falls on you. "Oh."

His brow pinch together, eyes scanning you. He blinks once, twice. Sneers a little in confusion. "What are you doing here?"

You stare up at him, eyes wide as you take him in; hair ruffled, exposed torso shining in the warm lamp light, tattoos trailing up his arm and spilling over onto his shoulder.

And then he notices the hickey, too. Ah. That explains it.

You furrow your brows right back. "Could ask you the same."

You half expect to hear a 'baby, come back to bed,' from whoever he's sharing one with.

But instead, Jungkook simply says, "didn't realise I needed permission to be in my own apartment."

Your eyes close as your whole entire body winces from the cringe. Of course. It makes perfect sense.

"Running out on him already?" Jungkook smirks. It's arrogant. Feels like he's judging you. Taking it personally. "Cold."

"Places to be," you shrug. "He's out cold."

"Yeah," Jungkook nods. "He does that. Sounds like Jimin."

There's silence for a moment. Neither of you knows exactly what to say. Early morning is breaking, and it's casting the most glorious orange hues onto his toned abs. You've no idea what he does in the gym, but you know he must be there every waking moment to have a physique like that.

"Sorry-"

"I was just-"

Again, you both pause, a little bashful. Red in the cheeks. Heartbeat in your throat. You look down, and give Jungkook the room to talk.

"I thought Jimin was looking for something. Sorry. I'll let you get on."

"Oh, no," you smile. "It's fine, I'm sorry for waking you. Was just about to leave."

"Only been home for about twenty minutes. Didn't wake me."

Your face turns a ghostly white. He laughs.

"Didn't hear anything, don't worry."

And now it's as rosy as his lips, which are breaking into a smile.

"Clear off," he says tenderly. "There's a taxi rank next to the CU across the road. I'll tell Jimin you had to get home. No biggie."

You nod. Bow because that somehow feels appropriate. He's laughing at you again, and you're laughing too and—fuck—you want to die.

This is not how you thought your night would end. Didn't even get an orgasm from Jimin to make up for the awkwardness of such an encounter.

"Thank you."

He says goodbye. Reminds you to text Jimin to let him know you're home safe (not that you have his number), and smiles as he says, "See you around, trouble."

And you know you shouldn't, but you really hope you do.

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