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[cinamun]

Had absolutely no time to work on a story post, so here's Amaya and Miss Shirley.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: San Myshuno Ballet Company Awakens a Sleeping Beauty!

excerpt from San Myshuno Magazine's summer issue; photos were taken during press previews earlier this season:

"The San Myshuno Ballet Company has long been known for genre-bending performances. Their latest tour de force, telling the tale of Sleeping Beauty through the magnetism of dance, is yet another crowning achievement for the city institution.

Company dancer Natasha Lobo takes the starring role in their latest production, filling in for usual prima ballerina, Daniela Delarosa, who featured as Sleeping Beauty's mother, Queen Leah, while pregnant with twins! Though the electric Delarosa stepped out of the production once maternity leave began, Lobo proves herself more than capable of commanding the stage in her place.

With elegance and determination, Lobo brings vulnerability to the title character with great care. It's no secret San My Ballet Company's talent pool runs deep, but Natasha Lobo's performance is revelatory. One can't look away.

Likewise, star dancer Connor Kibo's turn as the cursed witch, Maleficent, is inspired casting. Lobo's real-life partner, Sierra Prairies, plays Prince Philip with such charm and heroic movement, it's easy to forget they're dancers on a stage and not the characters themselves.

Among the rest of the company, two of the youngest professionals stood out. Pearl Richards and Charlie Wise performed a feature duet during the reception scene that lit up the open-air theatre. The youngsters share a palpable chemistry that sent a buzz through the rapt audience. No doubt, company director Marina Glumova should be salivating at the thought of "Peachlie" - as they've been dubbed in online spaces like The @shmoodlet Commentary - drawing audiences long after the company's current stars retire from the stage.

We at San Myshuno Magazine are simply grateful not to have to imagine the retirement of anyone from this stellar ballet troupe for years to come, and we're on the edge of our theatre seats waiting for word of the company's next production. 👀"

WCIF Poses: All poses on stage come from one of four packs - Couple Dancing #1 pose pack by Ceci, Simmisstrait's Feeling the Music animation, Raygun's Ballet Duet poses, and Ultimate Family Portrait pack by @simmireen.

Daniela Delarosa, Connor Kibo, Natasha Lobo, and Sierra Prairies can regularly be seen in @changingplumbob's amazing SBL legacy, except when I borrow them for fun photo shoots! Kirsty, thank you for letting me, as always! (@mdshh, bloomingkyras and @paracosmic-sims originally created Daniela, Natasha, and Sierra!)

I wanted to do this bonus post because I love the ballerinas! I had them posing for wall portraits and lost a bunch of them to the portrait blackout glitch - even though I lost the wall photos (not the worst since the first batch had clipping considering where I'd placed the spinning wheel!), I had so many screenshots I hated to waste.

Also, not for nothing, but I have it on good authority the company's next production is a Dream!

[perolesims]

Well, I should’ve added this to the last post today but I’m just gonna post it as a little extra lol

Buff translations: Aiden saw Cherry cross emotional boundaries and decided to break up.

Aiden and Cherry are no longer a couple.

And the other one just confirms they’re not together anymore!

Explanation: During the party, she only went with Lili and Echo, but on her own she ended up flirting with Valentin. I didn’t realize Aiden was there, but I wouldn’t have interfered anyway — in other words: Cherry faced the consequences of her actions. I just did the poses! lol

[simscici]

Tumblr Karaoke 🎤 Thanks @changingplumbob @bloomingkyras 💚

Tell us what you or your sim would sing for karaoke!

"...You make it easier when life gets hard..." "...Lucky I'm in love with my best friend..." "...Lucky to have been where I have been..."

I tag: @perolesims @matchalovertrait @purplesimmer455 @mdshh @bakersimmer @nova-kim @wolkentage @mariapaulaaah @lilith--simmer @myopiccc @shmoodlet @paracosmic-sims @rosienthe @deardiaryts4 @abbysimsfun @sims4sanity @finchfin @sharona-sims @itmeansiris @kissalopa

[neishroom]

wanted to do one of those closet breakdown things for gabe

[mariuch]

Virgins treated gently, spinsters satisfied, widows a specialty! @official-penis-posts @differentcatcat

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Smol Good Omens Finale spoilers :) <3

Casting agency showed some extras working on Good Omens :)

A croupier? Does that mean a scene in a casino? 👀❤

[sekaidoripng]

[seb-boo]

Oooh, well played Ariana with "Sebastian." Yeah, wasn't really talkative, was he? A bit like my days!

Mark Webber upon being confronted with a Sebastian Vettel cosplayer at the 2025 Japanese Grand Prix.

[sim-berry]

Olivia's Infant Lookbook🧡

Everyone make way for the Not So Berry Gen 6 heir! Not only is her color orange, but it's also fall in my game🍁Now that she's getting older and actually has hair now, I thought I'd do a lookbook of her everyday outfits!

Outfit 1: Hair || Shirt || Pants || Socks || Shoes

Outfit 2: Hair || Dress || Tights || Boots

Outfit 3: Hair || Outfit (Life and Death) || Socks (Base Game)

Outfit 4: Hair || Shirt || Pants || Socks (Base Game) || Shoes

Outfit 5: Hair || Shirt || Pants || Socks

Thank you to all the CC creators! @ravensim @powluna @whirliko @its-adrienpastel @georgiaglm @ko1-1en @bbygyal123 @thatsims4hore @simstomaggie lillka @v-i-c-c-s @angelholiday17 💗

[soulmatesinc-if]

First day at Soulmates Inc. A mini-game

"Today will probably seem strange," he says. "I can do one thing for you that I wish my mentor did on my first day. I promise I will not joke. At all."

|| Link to the mini-game || [12.6k]

A familiar face here, a new face there, and some password adventures. Welcome to Rookie county, population: MC.

[cinamun]

I heard there was a simblr Juneteenth cookout!

Mr. and Mrs. Drake came with a spread baby. While Darren handled the grill, Indya took care of the baking! Here's what we have:

BBQ ribs (beef)

Grilled Mahi Mahi

Hennessey (obvi)

Homemade Croissants w/ honey & fig butter

Pineapple Upside-Down Cake

Red Velvet Cake (with hand-piped florets - she's a beast)

Sweet Tea

The first pic is right after Darren dominated the spades, bones and dice games - leaving everyone penniless - and right before everyone sat down to eat. Y'all uncles HATE to see him comin!!

Happy Juneteenth from the Drakes!!

[askoverkill]

I've been listening to copy of a by nine inch nails a lot recently and it makes me think about this au a lot. I <3 weird universe cloning

I am little pieces, little pieces, little pieces Pieces that were picked up on the way Imprinted with a purpose, with a purpose, with a purpose A purpose that's become quite clear today

i listened to that song on loop while making this. frickin badass

[every-kabru]

[berristreasuredlibrary]

big beefy men part two?? but... they're subs???? bigger sigh...

A/N: I finally finished it!! I hope you guys enjoy it, I certainly enjoyed writing it >:3 I couldn't figure out who else to put so perhaps you guys could help me out and lmk for sure! I yap too much so enjoy! (I read it over once so there might be typos, pls ignore them O_o)

Big beefy men who look like they could crush you without much effort. Except... they're the biggest sweethearts you've ever met. Whose hands envelop both of yours - including your wrists - and who love to bear hug you from behind, especially when you don't expect it. They're the perfect size for it too!

Sneaking up behind you when you're getting a snack from the pantry or fridge, footsteps silent despite their big frame, a shadow slowly creeping up your back, a cheeky smile making its way onto their handsome face. Standing just inches away from your body, they watch in amusement as the hairs on the back of your neck begin to stand, your body telling you that something is there, yet you never quite learn your lesson.

So, when big arms wrap around your waist, squeezing your plush body against their chest, his hands squeezing whatever they can get - which is a lot - you squeal, your precious snack falling from your grasp. You can huff and squirm as much as you like, though your efforts to escape are futile - as you've come to accept -and your lover only finds it amusing, watching you battle with his arms in a war you'll never win.

Your scent surrounds him, much like his entire stature surrounds you, and he can't help but bury his face into the crook of your neck, breathing your heavenly smell like it's the last breath he'll ever take. You can feel his muscles flexing, straining against fabric in a way that has your mouth watering, your mind running wild as your feet leave the ground.

It's not his fault, not really, or that's what he tells you at least, when you can no longer feel solid ground beneath you. You're so much smaller than he is, his back hurts often, having to lean down to hug or kiss you. Or bend you over any solid surface.

You can squirm and huff all you want, complaining about not being on the ground, but he knows you better than that. He knows you only complain because your panties grow increasingly uncomfortable, getting sticky since your pussy began drooling for the brute of a man you call your lover the minute his arms wrapped around your middle.

He knows you squirm against his form - the solid wall of absolute muscle, carved by the gods themselves - because if you stop and stay still for even a second, your focus will be on how your clit throbs, on how heat pools low in your tummy, how your nipples begin hardening under the shirt you're wearing...he knows.

It's not like you can help it either, not when he's so handsome and his body rivals that of a movie star - but you know he'd put models, bodybuilders, and actors to shame if he really wanted to. No, you can't truly help it, and with the way he's looking at you now - with wide eyes and pouty lips, his hands sliding up to squeeze your tits, pinching your sensitive nipples - it really isn't helping.

Despite still being in the air, his hands still squeezing and playing with your tits, you know you're the one who truly holds power. He may be big and strong, but you know with the right coaxing and pretty words, he's putty in your hands. So, when you shift your hips up slightly, dragging your ass along the length of his hardening cock, you bite back a smirk when he groans softly, boarding a moan.

His hands squeeze your tits harder, trying to ground himself desperately, yet his hips have a mind of their own, because they roll forward, trying to set a rhythm that would ease some of the discomfort. However, he is thoroughly disappointed when your hips stop their movement, and he whines against your throat where his face is buried.

Your hands push against his forearms, signaling him to let you go, which he reluctantly does, missing your warmth seconds after setting you back onto the ground. His eyes met yours, blown out and unfocused, his hands clenching at his side, while your eyes drift down to eye the bulge straining against his sweatpants, the fabric outlining the shape of his cock deliciously.

Your hands move up to push against his stomach, coaxing him to lean back onto the counter, before they travel lower, tugging on the waistband of those sweatpants and watching him swallow down the saliva pooling in his mouth. His eyes dart down to watch your hands push the offending fabric down his hips, watching at the elastic stretches over the toned muscles of his sharp hips and thick thighs - it's enchanting really.

Your mouth waters when his dick springs free from its confinements, bobbing up and down slowly, the sight making your pussy drool even more than before. Thick and heavy, just barely being able to stay upright, threatening to hang with the sheer weight of it. Veins decorate the shaft, his tip colored an angry shade of pinkish red, trimmed hair at his navel leading you down to the delicious sight of your lover's dick.

Pre beads at his tip, making your mouth water as you lean forward and wrap your lips around the angry tip, dragging your tongue along his slit slowly, your eyes locked on his expression. Watching as his jaw goes slack the moment your heavenly mouth is on him, his eyes struggling to stay open, and his hands hovering over your head - wanting to touch you, yet knowing he didn't have your permission yet.

Humming around his tip, you pull back, spitting onto the area your mouth had just been, before peering up at your lover intently, voice silky smooth and teasing at the same time. "Baby, gotta get you wetter. Help me out?" Your hand wraps around the base of his aching dick and he struggles to choke back a broken whine as he watches your tongue loll out, waiting patiently for his help.

His head dips forward slightly, chin tilted down as his lips pucker briefly, watching as a thick glob of spit lands on your awaiting tongue. his ears catching the pleased purr that rumbles from your chest. When you move forward, letting your combined saliva slowly roll down your tongue, he swears he dies right then and there, because the moment the warm, stickiness of your mixed spit feels like heaven against his aching hot dick.

You barely manage to wrap your lips around his angry tip before his thighs are tensing and he's crying out. "C-cumming! Oh fuck, 'm cumming!" The moans falling from his lips are sinful, drawn out and raspy, his mouth having fallen agape to let them fall freely, his eyes watery and locked on the way your cheeks puff with his load.

Hia hands find their way into your hair, having been brave enough to finally touch you, his fingers tangling in the strands and pushing your head down whilst his hips shift forward, forcing more of his throbbing and twitching cock into the heavenly warmth of your mouth. Your own arms move up to wrap around his thighs, squeezing tight and making your own eyes water when his tip pushes further down your throat.

Cum and spit dribbles from the corner of your mouth, only to be scooped up by his fingers after he detangles a hand from your hair, popping the digits into his mouth seconds later, moaning at the taste of his cum and your spit. His head tilts to the side slightly, eyes watching your throat work as you swallow down his thick load, thighs twitching beneath your arms and his chest heaving with each ragged breath he takes.

When the last of his cum is swallowed, he's pushing your head away and moving onto the floor, ripping your clothes from your delectable body in his haste to return the favor. "Please please, let me fuck you. I'll be good, I'll fuck you really good. Wanna be inside your pretty pussy. Please, baby? Promise I'll be good for you, I really wanna make you feel good too."

And how can you deny him? With his beautiful puppy eyes, the pout playing at his lips, and the furrow of his brows, greedy hands squeezing your tit, your stomach, waist, the fat of your ass, and your thighs, until he's cupping your soaked pussy, panties merely shoved aside to expose you to him.

His free hand wraps around his shaft, pumping himself quickly as his eyes roam over your plush body, fingers toying with your clit and dipping into your cunt, teasing the both of you. It's only when you nod that he shifts closer, knees nudging your thighs further apart, a pathetic cry leaving his puffy lips.

An endless string of breathless 'thank you's fill your ear as he drags his sensitive tip through your folds, tears rolling down his cheeks when he finally sinks into your heavenly pussy, back hunching over your body as he buries his face into your neck. A shaky sigh leaves him, as if it pained him to be without your pussy, gummy walls wrapped around his cock and squeezing him in a way only you were able to do.

Desperate, wet kisses are pressed against your throat as his arm wraps around your shoulders, keeping you still against him, his other hand squeezing your tit when his hips finally reel back only to slam forward, both of your cries echoing in your kitchen. Apologies leave his lips, frantic kisses matching the frantic pace of his thrusts, his tip grazing that spot in your gummy walls, each brutal thrust knocking the air out of you.

Pathetic cries of your name are muffled against your collarbone, fat tears dripping onto your skin, his hips never faltering, even when he sits up and grabs your thighs, hooking your legs over his arms, squeezing the plushness of them and letting his head fall back with a loud moan. Your own cries rise in volume and pitch at the change in angle, his tip hitting that gummy spot dead on now, your hands clenching, unable to grab onto anything.

His nails dig into your thighs now, balls smacking against your ass, the sound of your squelching pussy and your combined moans a sinful melody that has his mind reeling, leaving him hazy, only focused on the way your pussy swallows each inch of his cock with each brutal thrust. It's maddening perfection, and it has his orgasm rapidly approaching.

Babbles leave his lips, unintelligible sentences being strung together by the bulk of a man, usually so composed - yet reduced to nothing but a pussy drunk animal. "S-so good! Feels so good, baby! W-wanna cum with you, please? Let me cum with you." His body moves forward, hunching over you once more, folding you in half with your legs thrown over his broad shoulders. At yet another change in angle, your hands fly to his shoulders, digging your nails into the muscles, making him moan pathetically and increase his pace, pumping into you with his hands braced beside your head.

His mouth crashes onto yours, tongue tangling messily with yours, drool coating both your lips and chins, his moans and whines muffled with each drag of your tongue, brows furrowing as his orgasm steadily approaches, dangling in front of him teasingly. When he feels your pussy begin clenching around his cock, his fingers fly to your clit, rubbing the little bundle of nerves with a desperation like no other. Your cries get muffled by his shoulder when he ducks his head into your neck, crying out into your skin when your orgasm crashes over you.

His own orgasm is pulled from him suddenly, just seconds after yours, thick ropes of cum flooding your clenching pussy, sensitive walls milking him dry. With a few more ruts into you, his hips finally still, his body twitching above yours as his grip on you finally loosens, letting your legs fall to his hips, his dick pulsating in your heavenly pussy, the last few spurts and clenching of your walls making him whimper against your throat.

When he finally lifts his head from your neck, it's to peer intently at you, his eyes shiny with tears and pure adoration, his forehead slick with sweat, his hands moving up and down your sides until they find yours, his fingers lacing with yours, his spit-slicked lips parting to whisper weakly.

"Did I do good?"

KNY: Kyojuro, Sanemi...

JJK: Gojo, Geto, Choso...

AOT: Jean, Armin, Eren...

MHA: Keigo...

COD: Konig, Soap (Johnny)...

Haikyuu: Bokuto...

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