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Introducing the deVELL Kitchen 🍽️

My most detailed kitchen yet — inspired by the timeless beauty of UK-based deVOL Kitchens and designed to complement the Estate set.

This month’s release includes: – Two styles of counters – Cabinets (tall, short, glass/no glass, freestanding) – A backdrop and a shelf

With 16 paint colors and 3 countertop options each, you’ll have 48 swatches to play with — perfect for both grand spaces and cozy corners.

✨ This Set is on Early Access and you will find it here

More to come next month, including appliances and built-ins!

Happy Simming, Felix xxx

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Stay on Guard — Chapter 1: The Golden Girl

A Lee Do-hyun x OC slow-burn romance. She’s Korea’s golden girl in fencing. He’s an actor who never meant to get caught up in it. They meet once. It’s enough to start something.

Set in 2021. Slice of life. Soft chaos. Slow emotional combustion.

🔗 Series Info / Pinned Post

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Chapter 1: The Golden Girl (August 2021 – Seoul, South Korea)

She hates the noise. She just didn’t expect him to be part of the quiet.

The plane touched down to fanfare, flags, and three full rows of journalists. Somewhere between customs and baggage claim, someone handed Gabbi a bouquet so large she nearly dropped her duffel bag.

The announcer’s voice echoed through the terminal: “Korea’s Golden Girl, Jang Ji-hye—!”

She smiled. Or at least, showed teeth. It wasn’t fake. Just… automatic.

Her wrist still ached from the finals. Her thighs were killing her. She hadn’t had a proper nap since the medal ceremony. And someone kept trying to straighten her hair for photos.

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Gabbi hated this part.

Not because she wasn’t grateful. She was. Deeply.

But the noise after the silence of training—the flash of cameras, the endless 축하합니다! and “What’s next for Korea’s fencing queen?”—all of it pressed in on her like armor she couldn’t take off.

She looked around for Iseul, her one consistent lifeline in this chaos. Iseul appeared from the side, phone glued to one hand, coffee in the other.

“Two minutes behind schedule. The media wants a shot of you waving,” Iseul said, handing her the drink without looking up. “And for God’s sake, fix your bangs.”

Gabbi took the coffee. “You fix them. You’re my handler.”

“I’m your PR manager, not your stylist. Don’t upgrade me without a raise.”

They fell into step like clockwork. Iseul moved like a current through the crowd, shielding her without being obvious. Gabbi sipped. Bitter, slightly burned. She didn’t mind.

As they reached the car, Iseul clicked open the door and said, “Oh, also. We’re going to a thing tonight.”

Gabbi froze mid-sip. “What kind of thing?”

“Low-key dinner. Few mutuals. You’re not in the press run anymore, so technically you’re free.”

“I just landed. I smell like airport.”

“You smell like gold. Put on real pants and come.”

Gabbi groaned but said nothing. She already knew she was going.

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That evening, Seoul was humid. The sky hung low like it was waiting to rain but never would. The dinner was on a friend-of-a-friend’s rooftop in Itaewon: half mood lighting, half haphazard fairy lights, definitely Instagrammable—if Gabbi ever remembered to take pictures of anything.

She arrived in black joggers and a hoodie. Iseul gave her a look. She ignored it.

The table was already half full. Some models. One solo artist she vaguely recognized from a YouTube thumbnail. And then there was someone across the table, pouring himself a drink with the casual ease of someone who knew he was being watched.

Gabbi didn’t recognize him.

Tall, lean, decent jawline. He looked like he probably acted. Or modeled. Or maybe was just annoyingly symmetrical by default.

Iseul leaned in, low voice: “That’s Lee Do-hyun. Actor. Real name’s Lim Dong-hyun.”

Gabbi blinked. “The guy who dies in Youth of May, right?”

“No,” Iseul said. “That was the nurse.”

Gabbi shrugged. “Whatever. Everyone looks like they’re about to die in that show.”

“You’re so culturally bankrupt sometimes.”

“And yet here I am. National treasure.”

Iseul groaned. Gabbi took another sip of her drink.

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They didn’t talk until dessert, when she reached for a tangerine and he reached for the same one.

She let go. He let go at the same time.

The fruit dropped, rolled, and bumped against her phone.

She looked at him. “Just take it.”

He looked amused. “You reached first.”

“Yeah, but you’re the actor.”

“And you’re the one with the medals.”

“Touché.”

A pause.

Then he asked, “You don’t recognize me, do you?”

Gabbi shrugged. “I don’t watch a lot of TV.”

That made him smile. “That’s a first.”

He didn’t press her. Didn’t make a show of being recognized. Just leaned back, let her talk about anything but fencing or fame.

She didn’t realize until much later that they’d spent nearly forty minutes talking about local chips, Olympic village food hacks, and the exact ratio of milk to cereal.

No pretense. Just… people.

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When they left, Iseul fell into step beside her.

“Not bad for someone who ‘hates dinners,’” she said.

Gabbi didn’t answer right away. She was still thinking about the actor. Not because of his face, though sure, fine, he had one. But because he didn’t ask for a photo. Didn’t even ask if she wanted to follow each other.

She opened Instagram that night, stared at her chaotic finsta (@jabgab), then flipped to her official (@/jangjihye). Iseul had already uploaded a clean shot of her at the airport.

Caption: “She’s back. Seoul, say hello to our champion.”

Gabbi sighed, dropped her phone, and pulled the blanket over her head.

Somewhere under it, she mumbled, “Lim Dong-hyun, huh…”

She fell asleep thinking of tangerines and cereal.

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🧾 End Notes:

was that okay? did it make sense? if it made you smile (or mildly curious), hit that heart or reblog so i know this isn’t just a ghost post.

🧾 & Author's Note:

this is fiction. no disrespect to lee do-hyun, lim ji-yeon, or their real-life relationship. i’m just writing soft little stories for fun—about a fictional character and a real person, in a made-up timeline. please be kind and don’t send hate. it’s not that deep. just vibes, dry humor, and feelings.

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i wrote a lee do-hyun x original character fanfic. would anyone be even a tiny bit interested in reading it? because honestly, i’m really proud of how funny it is (well… to me, anyway). humor’s dry. is it a self-insert? probably. but also… not really. idk. you tell me.

You can read it here.

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SKYLINE — NO SELF-CONTROL

What if Zayne couldn’t wait?

What if he lost control — gave in right there on the rooftop, CCTV blindspot and all?

Presenting...an AU within an AU.

🔞 MDNI | 18+ Content Warning

He knows he should stop.

Knows he should pull away, tuck you under his arm, and take you home like he promised.

But when you moan into his mouth — soft, wrecked, desperate — and grind against him again, something inside him snaps.

"Fuck it," Zayne mutters against your lips, voice low and shaking. "Can't wait, darling. Need you now."

You barely have time to gasp before he grabs your thighs, hoisting you up against the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.

His hands fumble at your panties — tugging them aside, not even bothering to pull them down.

You feel the thick, hot press of him against your entrance, and your head falls back against the wall with a broken cry.

"Zayne—" you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders.

He kisses you again — messy, brutal, consuming — as he thrusts into you in one slow, devastating push.

You both moan — low and wrecked — the sound swallowed by the open night air.

The stretch, the fullness, the heat — it’s too much, too fast, too good.

Zayne doesn't give you a second to adjust.

He sets a brutal pace immediately — hips snapping up into you with hard, desperate thrusts, the slap of skin against skin loud in the empty rooftop air.

You cling to him helplessly, mouth open in a silent scream, every thrust sending you higher, wrecking you faster.

"Mine," he growls against your throat, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. "Only mine, darling. No one else gets to see you like this."

You sob, clinging tighter, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts, chasing the blinding pleasure building deep inside you.

The city lights blur behind your closed eyes.

The air smells like rain and asphalt and Zayne.

You feel like you’re falling — weightless, helpless — and he’s the only thing anchoring you to the earth.

"Zayne—" you cry, voice breaking. "Close — so close —"

"Come for me, my love," he groans, pounding into you harder, faster. "Come now. Want to feel you fall apart."

You shatter — body convulsing around him, mouth open in a silent scream, nails raking down his back as you come harder than you ever have in your life.

Zayne chokes out a broken, desperate moan and follows you over the edge, hips jerking as he spills inside you, his entire body trembling with the force of it.

You cling to each other — gasping, shaking, wrecked — the cool night air kissing your overheated skin.

When he finally pulls back, he presses his forehead against yours, still buried inside you, still panting like he just ran a marathon.

"Fuck," he breathes. "I’m sorry. I couldn’t— I couldn’t wait, darling."

You laugh — broken, breathless, so in love it hurts.

"Don’t be," you whisper against his mouth. "I didn’t want you to."

He kisses you again — soft and slow this time — before gently lowering you back to your feet, holding you steady when your legs nearly give out.

Your panties are ruined. You’re a mess. And you’ve never been happier.

Zayne tucks you against his side, kissing your temple, still shaking slightly.

"Let's go home," he murmurs, voice low and wrecked. "Before I lose control again."

You laugh, still dizzy, still aching for more.

Tonight isn't over.

Not even close.

Wondering how it would feel if you both made it home first?

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Serving cunt and saving lives…. I need saving tbh

I need them… Please. PLEASE

Like…. Also I can’t wait to learn where they are!!! It’s so pretty! I need to live wherever that place is because damn! The outfits…. *sigh* I promise you if I were rich….

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SKYLINE — AFTER DARK

Continuation of SKYLINE.

After barely keeping it together on the rooftop, Zayne brings you home — but his self-control is hanging by a thread. Behind closed doors, there’s no more need to hold back.

🔞 MDNI | 18+ Content Warning

The second the front door slams shut, Zayne’s mouth is on you.

No words.

No restraint.

Just pure, desperate need.

You barely have time to gasp before he’s kissing you — hard, bruising, frantic — one hand fisting in your hair, the other already dragging the zipper down the back of your dress.

It pools at your feet, and you kick it away without care.

Zayne doesn't waste a second.

His hands are everywhere — your back, your hips, your thighs — grabbing, squeezing, branding you with his touch.

"Bedroom," he growls against your mouth.

You don’t make it to the bed.

You make it to the wall just inside the doorway.

He lifts you easily, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, your back hitting the wall with a soft thud.

His hands slide down, grabbing your ass to grind you against the hard line of him, making you whimper into his mouth.

"Darling," he rasps, voice hoarse and shaking. "I need you. Now."

You nod frantically, clutching at his shoulders, desperate for more.

He fumbles with his pants — not even bothering to take them all the way off — just enough to free himself.

You reach down between your bodies, guiding him to your entrance, and he groans — low, guttural, broken — as he slides into you in one slow, devastating thrust.

You both gasp.

You’re so wet, so ready, so desperate for him it almost hurts.

"Fuck," Zayne breathes against your neck. "So perfect. So fucking perfect."

He holds still for a moment — trembling, wrecked — forehead pressed against yours, his breath ragged.

And then he moves.

He thrusts into you hard — deep, fast, desperate — the roughness of the wall behind you only adding to the dizzying intensity.

You cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders, moaning with every deep, brutal snap of his hips.

"Mine," he grits out. "You're mine, darling. Always."

"Yours," you sob, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck, clinging to him like he’s your only anchor.

The pace is frantic, messy, punishing — the culmination of every stolen look, every teasing touch, every filthy whisper on the rooftop.

Zayne kisses you like he’s starving, devouring your moans, your gasps, your broken pleas for more.

He shifts slightly, adjusting his angle, and hits something deep inside you that makes you cry out, your body spasming around him.

"That’s it," he breathes, voice wrecked. "Come for me, my love. Please. Need to feel you."

You do.

You fall apart around him with a scream, body convulsing, clenching down so hard he chokes out a desperate groan against your throat.

He thrusts through your orgasm, chasing his own, hips snapping into you faster, harder, wrecked.

"I'm close," he gasps. "So close, darling. Want to feel you...want to stay inside you forever."

You cling to him, whispering his name, begging him to let go.

With a broken, guttural cry, Zayne slams into you one final time and comes — hips jerking, arms shaking, spilling inside you in thick, desperate pulses.

You feel every twitch, every broken groan, every shudder of his wrecked body as he clutches you against the wall.

You stay like that for long minutes — trembling, gasping, clinging to each other like the world outside doesn’t exist.

Eventually, Zayne’s legs give out, and he lowers you both to the floor, pulling you into his lap, still buried inside you.

He cradles you against his chest, rocking you gently, pressing soft, reverent kisses to your hair, your forehead, your cheeks.

"My love," he whispers between kisses. "My darling. My everything."

You smile against his throat, utterly wrecked, utterly full, utterly his.

"I love you," you murmur.

"I love you more," he whispers back. "Always."

You fall asleep like that — tangled on the floor, wrapped in each other, with the city lights from the rooftop still burning behind your closed eyelids.

Curious what would’ve happened if Zayne couldn't wait?

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but how did we convince him to wear a lace choker and what else can we convince him to wear

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SKYLINE

After too many lingering glances across a crowded gallery, Zayne pulls you away for a stolen moment alone on the rooftop of Akso Hospital. He only meant to steal a kiss — but with you, self-control has never been his strong suit.

(Rooftop heavy makeout, semi-public risk, grinding, filthy whispered promises.)

🔞 MDNI | 18+ Content Warning

The hospital art exhibit is winding down.

The soft hum of conversation drifts through the hallways below — polite laughter, clinking glasses, the occasional low commentary about brushstrokes and symbolism.

You’ve been good all night. Polite. Attentive. Supportive.

You’ve smiled when you needed to, laughed when the moment called for it, stood quietly at Zayne’s side as he made small talk with his colleagues.

But now, under the gentle pull of exhaustion — and maybe something sweeter, heavier — you ache for a moment alone.

Zayne seems to sense it too.

He leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear, voice low enough that no one else could possibly hear.

"Come with me, darling," he murmurs.

You don't hesitate.

You let him take your hand — large, warm, steady — and guide you out of the gallery, through the quieter back corridors of Akso Hospital you barely register.

He moves like a man who knows exactly where he’s going.

Up the back stairwell. Past the locked maintenance door he somehow has access to.

And then — the rooftop.

Cool night air brushes your skin the second he cracks the door open, letting the city skyline spill into view — endless glittering lights stretching far beyond the horizon.

You step outside with a soft laugh of wonder, tilting your head back to breathe it all in.

"It's beautiful," you whisper.

Zayne’s smile is small. Tight. Almost pained.

"Not as beautiful as you," he says, so quietly you almost miss it.

You turn to face him — framed by the stars, the streetlights, the endless night — and whatever careful restraint he brought up here shatters the second you smile at him.

Zayne moves before you can think.

His hands cup your face, tilting your head up to meet his mouth in a kiss that’s far too hungry to be polite, far too desperate to be planned.

You gasp against him, and he takes full advantage — deepening the kiss instantly, tongue sliding against yours, hands slipping from your cheeks down to your hips.

He walks you backward, slowly, until your back hits a concrete wall — cool against your dress, grounding you in the shocking heat of his body pressing into yours.

You arch into him instinctively, and Zayne groans — a low, broken sound that vibrates straight through you.

"Don’t look at me like that, darling," he whispers against your mouth, voice wrecked. "Not unless you want me to take you right here, where anyone could find us."

Your only answer is a wicked smile and a slow roll of your hips against his.

He shudders violently, hands tightening on your waist.

"Trouble," he breathes, forehead falling against yours. "You’re absolute trouble."

And then he kisses you again — harder, messier, teeth clashing, hands roaming everywhere like he can’t decide whether to hold you still or drag you even closer.

You gasp when one of his hands slips under your dress — up your thigh, over the curve of your ass, squeezing just hard enough to make you whimper.

"Zayne," you gasp, nails raking lightly down his back through his shirt.

He growls — an honest-to-god growl — and presses you harder against the wall, grinding his hips into yours so you can feel exactly how much you affect him.

"You have no idea," he whispers, voice shaking with restraint. "No fucking idea what you do to me."

His mouth trails down your jaw, your throat, nipping and kissing, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.

You tilt your head back, offering more, and he takes it — sucking a dark mark just below your collarbone, where no one else will see it.

"Mine," he breathes against your skin. "Only mine."

You whimper, arching against him, your body on fire.

One of his hands slips under your dress again — higher, higher — until his fingers brush the edge of your panties.

You gasp his name, hips jerking.

"Tell me to stop," he murmurs, even as his fingers stroke you through the thin fabric. "Please, darling. Tell me now."

You don't.

You can't.

You just moan — desperate, wanton — and rock against his hand shamelessly.

Zayne curses, low and guttural, and slips his fingers under the fabric — finding you wet, ready, wrecked for him.

He groans, forehead pressing hard against your shoulder, body trembling with the effort it takes to hold back.

"I should take you home," he whispers raggedly. "Lay you out on our bed. Wreck you properly."

You whimper, nails digging into his shoulders.

"But if you keep touching me like this," he says, voice breaking, "I’m going to fuck you against this wall and not give a damn who sees."

You tighten your legs around his waist, grinding down against the thick, hard line of him, and Zayne snaps.

He kisses you like he's drowning.

His fingers slide against you, teasing, stroking, driving you higher even as he fights to keep himself together.

You’re panting now, gasping, riding his hand shamelessly as he groans into your mouth.

It’s messy.

It’s reckless.

It’s so fucking good.

But somewhere, in the back of his mind, Zayne knows this isn’t the place.

Knows he can’t have you here the way you deserve.

With a broken, desperate groan, he tears his mouth from yours and pulls his hand away, resting his forehead against yours, breathing hard.

"Not here," he rasps. "Not like this."

You whimper in protest, grinding against him again, but he shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut like it physically hurts him to stop.

"When we get home," he whispers, voice wrecked, "I’m going to make you scream my name, darling. I’m going to take my time."

You shudder, clinging to him, your body aching for more.

Zayne kisses you one more time — slow, deep, devastating — before pulling back just enough to tuck you against his chest, shielding you from the open rooftop.

"We should go," he says, voice hoarse. "Before I lose whatever’s left of my self-control."

You laugh softly, breathless and wrecked, and let him lead you back inside — hand clasped tightly in his, heart pounding, body still aching for him.

Tonight isn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

If you think Zayne could wait — barely holding it together until you got home — click here.

But if you think he couldn't even wait to get you home — click here.

Whichever path you take… you were already his to claim.

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skyline | heat signatures

(Zayne x Reader — Love and Deepspace AU)

You only meant to steal a few quiet minutes alone. You didn’t expect Zayne to press you against the rooftop wall, hands gripping your thighs, breath hot against your throat.

"You're trouble, darling," he murmurs against your ear. "And one day, I’m not going to stop myself from showing you just how much."

You arch against him instinctively — and he shudders, wrecked, whispering:

"Don’t look at me like that, darling," he breathes against your mouth. "Not unless you want me to take you right here, where anyone could find us."

✦ Choose Your Adventure: ✦

➤ Skyline — The rooftop was just the beginning.

➤ Skyline: After Dark — You made it home. But you never stood a chance against him.

➤ Skyline: No Self-Control — You never made it home. He couldn't wait. Neither could you.

Warnings: Smut, heavy making out, dry humping, semi-public setting, sexual tension, rough handling (non-painful), dirty talk, emotional themes.

🔞 Minors Do Not Interact. 🔞

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Updating my old illustration of the boys with Caleb 🍎

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dad!zayne who opens a text from you during his break. it reads, "i've been wondering why it takes them a while to finish. did you know about this?" followed by a video of their child at the sink, taken at an angle that suggests they do not realise they were being recorded.

dad!zayne who plays the video to see their little 4-year-old washing their hands very thoroughly before proceeding to work up their forearms — a manner that is no way unfamiliar to the man himself.

dad!zayne who is impressed that somehow their preschooler managed to learn how to wash their hands like they were to scrub in for surgery. he may have absentmindedly done that a few times at home. did they pick that up from him?

dad!zayne who watches fondly as the child's focus breaks and looks at the camera stunned, finally noticing you. "do you want to say hi to daddy?" you say. they nod enthusiastically, waving at the camera and flinging a few suds away, "hi daddy!"

dad!zayne who has an ice evol, melting under the warmth of his two suns.

idk if this has been done before but aaaa plot bunnies part of me still in disbelief that l&ds of all things has me writing. i feel rusty and lowk out of my element? this was inspired by tiktok doomscrolling.

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Imagine sex with Zayne in his office, riding him as he leans back against the sofa by the window.

The lights are off, and he looks devastatingly beautiful beneath you like this, with the twinkling backdrop of Linkon's skyline gleaming behind him and shadows dancing across the angles of his face. His eyes are dark with a barely tempered hunger as he drinks in the sight of you moving on top of him.

You've been right on that delicate edge of release for so long, too long—so close to falling apart, but not nearly ready for this to be over. Your thighs ache from the effort it takes to hold yourself back as you roll your hips forward and back, but you push through it and keep your pace, slow and patient. Torturously so. Exactly the way Zayne loves it.

You're not entirely sure how long you've been at it. It's so late that you also aren't even sure what time it is. What you do know is that you should be at home, in bed, not half-dressed in a place where you could be interrupted at any moment.

That would be the responsible thing to do.

But this? This is everything you live for. Stolen moments of intimacy. Unspoken truths hidden within every fragile moan that scrapes past his throat. The knowledge that he'd wanted you so badly it just couldn't wait, that he'd needed you to ride his cock now, right fucking now—

Zayne always works himself to the bone. Always puts everyone else's needs before his own, whether it's late into the night, or on his precious few days off, or even when it comes to you. He's always taken such good care of you in every possible way, so selfless that it makes your heart ache.

And so after another particularly long shift at the hospital, you love being able to take care of him too—in the way only you ever could.

Slowly, Zayne slides his hands up your sides. You watch as he gazes down between your bodies, and you look down too, whimpering as you're confronted by just how far gone you really are. You're mesmerized by the sensual rhythm of your own hips, the way the muscles in your abdomen twitch and flutter as you desperately try to stave off your orgasm.

"You've been such a good girl for me," he whispers in that soft, tender way he saves for you. His breath catches when you clench around him in response, and then he laughs, because he just can't help himself. "Mmhh—that's right. You enjoy it when I remind you, don't you?"

You barely stifle your next whimper, cheeks burning from his teasing. He really is such a menace when he knows you're right about to fall apart, and you're so ready to unravel you could cry.

But before the tears can gather along your lashes, Zayne suddenly sits up straighter. He presses his chest flush to yours and finds yours gaze as he releases a shuddering breath.

"It's all right," he reassures you. A faint smile still touches his lips. "Let go for me, my love."

He grabs your ass to help you move, and the change in angle is exactly what you've been missing. You can feel him even deeper than before, the head of his cock kissing that devious spot inside you that never fails to send you hurtling over the edge.

"Zayne!" you gasp, weaving your fingers through his hair. "I—I can't—"

"Yes you can." His voice tethers you to the moment and keeps you from drifting away, pulling you toward the finish line. "Come with me—just like this—"

You're lost in each other now, frantic and wanting, gasping breaths and sweet, unrestrained sounds of pleasure filling the air as you bring each other to completion. You let your head tip back as you cry out and your entire body trembles in ecstasy. Zayne works you through it, drawing you down even harder against him, and when he follows you into bliss it's with a bitten-off groan of your name against your throat.

The world around you gradually comes back into focus, piece by piece. The city lights. Zayne's office furniture. The crisp fabric of his dress shirt against your bare skin. You let go of his hair and slump forward into his embrace, and he lets out a deep sigh, gently running his fingers down your back. All the tension he'd been carrying when you first arrived dissolves as he holds you.

"Mm." He trails his lips from your neck to your jaw. "You really are," he murmurs between kisses, "the best medicine."

His praise sends a slow shiver crawling down your spine. You hum quietly and tilt your head to the side to allow him more space. As he kisses you, Zayne moves his hands across your thighs and gently kneads your sore muscles.

"Are you okay?" He doesn't wait for your answer, already applying a little more pressure. "I'll give you a proper massage when we get home."

You smile and hug him tighter. Yes, of course—of course he will.

Because that's the Zayne you know and love.

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LaDS Memories Statistics

I had way too much fun and spent way too much time making all of this so YOU get to see it on your dash idc Character specific stats under the cut ↓ And if you're here for the raw data, and I'm talking excel sheet style, scroll to the end of the post!

Total number of memory cards: 293.

Character balance: 🥇 25.9% - Rafayel (76 cards) - 1 card every 5.9 days since release 🥈 25.6% - Zayne (75 cards) - 1 card every 6 days since release 🥈 25.6% - Xavier (75 cards) - 1 card every 6 days since release 🥉 13.7% - Sylus (40 cards) - 1 card every 6.8 days since release ⚪ 9.2% - Caleb (27 cards) - 1 card every 3 days since release

Stellactrum (color) balance: 🥇 19.1% - Pink (56 cards) 🥈 18.4% - Red (54 cards) 🥉 16.4% - Green (48 cards) ⚪ 16.1% - Purple (47 cards) ⚪ 15.7% - Yellow (46 cards) ⚪ 14.3% - Blue (42 cards)

Rarity balance: 🥇 42.0% - 4 Star (123 cards) 🥈 30.7% - 5 Star (90 cards) 🥉 27.3% - 3 Star (80 cards)

Xavier

Color

Xavier's colors are Yellow and Green, with 17 cards each, and those 2 make up 45.3% of all his cards.

Xavier's Yellow cards make up 37% of all Yellow cards.

While his Green cards make up 35% of all Green cards.

The color he has the least is Blue and Purple, with 8 cards each, which respectively make up for 19% of all Blue cards and 17% of all Purple cards.

Rankings: 🥇 Yellow and Green (17 cards) 🥈 Red (13 cards) 🥉 Pink (12 cards) ⚪ Blue and Purple (8 cards)

Rarity

Xavier has 33 4-star cards, that's 44% of all his cards.

he has the same amount of 3 and 5-star cards and that's 21. They each make for the 2 remaining 28% of all his cards.

His 5-star represent 11.2% of all cards, and 23.3% of all 5-stars.

His 4-star are 7.1% of all cards, and 26.8% of all 4-stars.

And his 3-star make up for 7.1% of all cards, and 26.2% of all 3-stars.

Rarity and color

Out of all his 5-stars, 33.4% are Yellow and 28.5% are Green.

He only has 1 Blue 5-star and 1 Purple 5-star, they each make 4.7% of all his 5-stars.

Out of all his 4-stars, 21% are Green and then chunks of 18.1% are either Red, Pink or Yellow.

Out of all his Pink cards, half are 4-stars.

Zayne

Color

Zayne's color are Red and Blue with 17 cards each (same as Xavier!), making up 45.3% of all his cards.

From all the Blue cards, 40.5% are Zayne's.

While, his Red cards are only 31% of all Red cards.

The color he has the least is Green, with 7 cards, and that makes up 14% of all Green cards.

Stellactrum rankings: 🥇 Red and Blue (17 cards) 🥈 Pink (13 cards) 🥉 Yellow (12 cards) ⚪ Purple (9 cards) ⚪ Green (7 cards)

Rarity

Zayne has 32 4-star cards, making up 42.6% of all his cards.

Next he has 22 5-star cards, representing 29.4% of his cards.

And his 21 3-star cards make for the last 28% of his cards.

His 5-stars are 7.5% of all cards and 24.4% of all 5-stars.

His 4-stars make up 10.9% of all cards and 26% of all 4-stars.

His 3-stars take 7.1% of all cards and 26.2% of all 3-stars.

Rarity and color

Out of all his 5-stars, 31.8% are Red and 27.2% are Blue.

He only has 1 Green 5-star card. That's 4.5% of all his 5-stars.

In his 4-stars and 3-stars, he has the same amount of Pink and Red cards. (6 in 4-stars and 4 in 3-stars)

Rafayel

Color

Rayafel's colors are Pink and Purple, also with 17 cards each (that's pretty consistent!). Those 2 colors make 44.7% of all his cards.

His Pink ones are 30% of all Pink cards.

And his Purple ones are 36.2% of all Purple cards.

The color he has the least is Blue with 7 cards but that still makes 16.6% of all Blue cards.

Stellactrum rankings: 🥇 Pink and Purple (17 cards) 🥈 Red (13 cards) 🥉 Yellow (12 cards) ⚪ Green (9 cards) ⚪ Blue (7 cards)

Rarity

Rafayel has 32 4-star cards, a good 42.2% of his cards.

He also has the same amount of 3 and 5-star cards with 22. They each make for 28.9% of all his cards.

His 5 stars make up for 7.5% of all cards, and 24.4% of all 5-stars.

The 4-stars are 10.9% of it all and 26% of all the 4-stars.

Then his 3 stars: 7.5% of all the cards, and 27.5% of all 3-stars.

Rarity and color

Out of all his 5-stars, 31.8% are Pink and 27.2% are Purple.

He only has 1 Blue 5-star card, that's 4.5% of all his 5 stars.

In each tier (3/4/5 star), he always has the same amount of Red and Yellow cards. (3 for 5-stars, 6 for 4-stars and 4 for 3-stars)

Sylus

Color

Sylus's color is Pink, with 12 cards! That represents exactly 30% of all his cards.

Sylus's Pink cards make up for 21.4% of all Pink cards.

The color he has the least is Red, with 2 cards and that makes 3.7% of all Red cards.

Stellactrum rankings: 🥇 Pink (12 cards) 🥈 Green (10 cards) 🥉 Blue (8 cards) ⚪ Purple (5 cards) ⚪ Yellow (3 cards) ⚪ Red (2 cards)

Rarity

Sylus actually has more 5 star cards than 4-star! He has 16 of those, making up for 40% of all his cards.

In close second, we have his 4-star cards. 15 of them, for a good 37.5% of all his cards.

And he only has 9 3-star cards, filling the last 22.5% of his cards.

His 5 stars are 5.4% of all cards and 17.7% of all 5-stars.

The 4-stars make for 5.1% of all, and 12.1% of all 4-stars.

His 3-stars are 3% of all cards and 11.2% of the 3-stars.

Rarity and color

Out of all his 5-stars, 37.5% are Green ! The most 5-stars he has are not in his main color: only 31.2% are Pink.

He has no Red or Yellow 5-star cards :(

He has as many Blue 4-stars, as Pink 4-stars. (4 each)

Caleb

Color

Caleb's color is Red, with 9 cards ! That is 33% of all his cards.

Out of all the Red cards, 16.6% are Caleb's.

The color he has the least is Yellow, with 1 card. His single yellow card represents 2.1% of all the yellow cards.

Stellactrum rankings: 🥇 Red (9 cards) 🥈 Purple (8 cards) 🥉 Green (5 cards) ⚪ Pink and Blue (2 cards) ⚪ Yellow (1 cards)

Rarity

Caleb has 11 4-star cards, filling a good 40.7% of all his cards.

Then his 9 5-star cards, taking up 33.4%.

Then his 3-star cards. At the count of 7, for the last 25.9%.

His 5-stars represent 3% of all cards, and 10% of all 5-stars.

His 4-stars are 3.7% of all and 8.9% of all 4-stars.

The the 3-stars: 2.3% of everything and 8.7% of all 3-stars.

Rarity and Color

Out of his 5-stars, 55.5% are Purple! Again, the color he has the most in 5-stars is not his main color: Only 33.3% are Red.

He has no Yellow, Blue or Pink 5-star cards :(

He has all the color on 4-stars, but he's missing a Yellow card in the 3-stars.

Misc. Data

Sylus has the best ratio of 5-stars out of all his cards. (40%)

Xavier has the best ratio of 4-stars out of all his cards. (44%)

Rafayel has the best ratio of 3-stars out of all his cards (29%)

Zayne and Rafayel are hoarding the most out of all the 5-stars. (24.4% each)

Caleb has the best ratio of a single color within all his cards. That color is Red and that's 33.4% of his cards.

Zayne has the best ratio of color overall. 40.5% of all Blue cards are his. The second is Xavier with 37% of all Yellow cards.

Sylus and Xavier have the most Green 5-stars. Together they have 75% of all Green 5-stars.

Zayne and Sylus have the most Blue 5-stars. Together they make 81.8% of all Blue 5-stars.

Sylus and Caleb have the least Yellow 5-stars.... That's 0.

Sylus has the worst card to time-since-release ratio, with 1 card every 6.8 days. If he had the same ratio as the original 3 LIs, he'd have 45 cards, which is 5 more than he actually has.

Caleb has the best card to time since release ratio, with 1 card every 3 days. If he had the same ratio as the original 3 LIs, he'd have 13 cards, which is 14 less than he actually has.

The most common type of card is Red or Pink 4-star. (23 each)

The most common 5-star color is Pink. (18)

The most common color in 3-stars are Red and Pink. (15 each)

The rarest type of card is Blue 5-Star. (Only 11)

The rarest color in 4-stars is Blue. (19)

The rarest colors in 3-Stars are Blue and Yellow. (12 each)

Misc. Graphs

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If you're still here and reading this, hi! i hope you have a wonderful day and that you get to enjoy something nice today. Like a yummy meal, the sun warming your face, a shirt that fits just right or just a nice deep breath of fresh air. Keep it up, you got this !

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Smør 🧈- Part One

I'm happy to announce part one of the Smør collection is now available for download :) I was very quiet on Patreon with my progress this month, but I promise to get back to sharing my WIP here with part 2. You can also checkout my WIP 6 Instagram Story highlights for the progress on part 1.

I had so much fun creating this set this month. I felt back in my comfort zone handling a kitchen, but also it was so nice to be able to work on something that I could relate so much to...CAKE! Before I started making custom content, baking and decorating cakes was my creative outlet and very small side hustle.

I spent a large portion of my first week liberating the wedding cakes that came with My Wedding Stories GP, so that you can use them as display cakes. I managed to condense down 10 different cake designs into 4 catalogue items, so make sure to look through every swatch as the design changes throughout.

I have also made the display shelf, cake boxes and cake stands compatible with the new expansion pack Businesses & Hobbies. They will still be placeable with only base game. However the whiteboard included with the set requires the new EP to show up in your game.

Items Include:

Whiteboard (Requires Businesses & Hobbies EP)

Cake Stands (5 styles)

Cake Boxes ( 4 sizes)

Kitchen Counter

Kitchen Accent Counters (3 styles)

Kitchen Island

Kitchen Accent Islands (3 Styles)

Display Shelf

Display Cakes (10 styles)

All items are Base Game compatible with the exception of the whiteboard, which requires the Businesses & Hobbies EP. All items can be found by searching with the keyword SMOR in the b/b catalogue.

Now Available on Patreon Early Access

Public Release: 7th June

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Katie Hairs

BGC

Hat Compatible

Three Versions

24 EA Colors

Custom Thumbnails

Terms Of Use

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EA Creator Code: AHARRIS00BRITNEY

  All 3 Versions of the hair shown in the gif and image above

Above you can see which version is which set of bangs if you only want a specific hair ➤ The elastic on the ponytail works with the Elastic Accessory from the Celine Hair from AxA 2024.

Download | Public Release on April 16th, 2025

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kid friendly edible recipes | sims 4 cc finds 🍕🥪

01. tomato and cheese sandwiches 02. dino nuggets 03. mushroom pig pizza

04. watermelon pizza 05. red bean pancakes 06. tuna melt sandwich

07. strawberry jam tarts 08. unicorn nuggets 09. classic honey toast

please keep in mind that you will need each recipe mod for these recipes to be edible! you can find the mod under each recipe. :)

thank you cc creators! @littlbowbub @icemunmun-spicy-scalpel

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15+ AESTHETIC & COZY MODS FOR GAMEPLAY! | THE SIMS 4

WATCH HERE!

Food Mods.

S&S Cookbook & Recipes by @somik-severinka

Functional Baby Food by @somik-severinka

Functional Beer & Beer Bottles by @somik-severinka

Functional Blender and Protein Shakes by @somik-severinka

Grannies Cookbook & (Add-Ons) & (Recipes) by @littlbowbub

Gameplay Mods. (general)

Functional Landline Wall Phone by Cezpid's Creations

Brand New Bedsheets by @llazyneiph

Tabletop Pumpkin Carving Mats by @ravasheencc (Spooky Stuff Pack required).

Build Skills With Earbuds by @mizoreyukii

Prefer Tables When Eating by @simularity-sims

Gameplay Mods. (romance)

Cuddle and Bath Together by Khlas

Carry and Kiss by Khlas

More Romance Mod by @jellypawss

Call Anytime + Relationship Mod by @modthesimsinfo

Massive thank you to all of the amazing mod creators, we're so lucky to have all of you!