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[Brisbane Australia]

It's the best players who continue to post in this page, those who only look at the main downloads section are missing out.

 

 

Sherwood Aboretum.  Brisbane has 2 botanical gardens plus this aboretum, I'd never heard of it so I visited a few weeks ago, it's on 15 hectares and full of trees native to the area and is maintained by the city council.  I visited here recently and it was really nice, there's not much seating though... actually there's no seating at all.  So if you want to sit down and rest you sit on the ground, just like female sim is doing.  Notice her feet have dark lines, this part of the sim in CAS is below the floor point, those dark area's are meant to be the sims shadow on the floor.

 

 

 

 

On 11/16/2025 at 3:35 PM, warmsoda13 said:

You are very welcome friend! These came out great! The lighting is well done and I love the images you used as well. You also did a very nice job making the lighting match each scene making her blend in well with the image, very nice!

 

 

Hey thanks man the image set was because of you, and look the LL page is on her comp really awesome!

 

 

On 11/17/2025 at 12:15 AM, landess said:

 

 I've made large basements as well to keep any 'other' light from my scenes although I tend to appreciate the lighting mods I use which give it a brighter, warmer look while also using a darker nights mod.

 

 

I also use a similar setup of a full lot size building with no real windows to control the light, all "outside light" from windows etc is artificial and built as an internal window.  Actually this is a good game play tip to put on your other tips page.

 

On 11/19/2025 at 1:33 PM, landess said:

Always with the CAS.

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CAS is where it's at.

 

 

 

On 11/19/2025 at 9:42 PM, Patriguz said:

Some interesting photos: The first four Playmates (Elsa, Jenny, Patricia, and Doris) before they'd even had their hair and makeup done, on the day they arrived at the mansion for their first interview and saw what kind of photos they were going to pose for...

 

 

Hey Patriguz, are these made in Blender?  If so really cool, I think if anyone really had a need for Blender it's you, unlimited poses and exactly how you want them, you can take loads of pic's👍.

 

[Patriguz]

19 hours ago, Brisbane Australia said:

Hey Patriguz, are these made in Blender?  If so really cool, I think if anyone really had a need for Blender it's you, unlimited poses and exactly how you want them, you can take loads of pic's👍.

 

No. I rummage through my files to find a pose similar to the one I need, and with camera angles, settings, and lighting tricks (and a small mod to change expressions and correct gaze direction) I create what I need. I'm afraid I'm too clumsy to learn Blender's arcane spells. Paint already seems complicated to me!

 

A picture from the rehearsals for the New Year's special program in which the girls will participate...

 

[landess]

3 hours ago, Patriguz said:

correct gaze direction

 

I remember a discussion about this awhile back. So you DID find something to stop the autonomous head turning to look at objects/Sims and 'Sky'?  Nice.

 

[Brisbane Australia]

 

Replacement CAS Backgrounds.  My last set of images used praleska's background replacement mod.  It's actually quite easy to make and modify a new background so I thought why not upload some new backgrounds in-case any of you's wanted a new CAS background (however not required if you don't want it or like the base TS3 background).

 

There is no mirror in this CAS Room, so if you use the mirror then don't install these.

 

TO INSTALL

1) Download praleska's mod:

https://www.tumblr.com/nectar-cellar/760520917816344576/beta-cas-background-replacement-ts3-praleska

There's no registration, payments or anything to get it.

 

2) Install praleska's mod into your Packages file.  Then suggested is to test in game if praleska's CAS background change works, then exit TS3.

 

3) Look at the pictures here below and pick a CAS Background, the name's are on the picture.

 

4) Open the .zip and extract only the matching file name you want (not all of them), the .dds image is in the file.

 

5) Open praleska's mod from your Packages folder in S3PE.

 

6) Drag and drop the replacement .dds into S3PE replacing praleska's original background.

 

 

I've found it wasn't required to clear caches on my comp the backgrounds changed themselves.

Only install/use one background at a time.

These are AI generated backgrounds, AI images have lower resolution currently so I had to expand them to fit the 2048x CAS background, the picture quality could be better but this the best I could do for now.

You can replace my background images using your own image too.  Open the background .dds in GIMP and replace with your own image, merge the image and export back out, install the same way.

Also included is a basic white background because I wanted this for a long time.

 

See backgrounds:

Spoiler

 

BrisbaneAustraliaCASRooms.zip

 

 

[Brisbane Australia]

On 11/22/2025 at 3:48 AM, Patriguz said:

 

No. I rummage through my files to find a pose similar to the one I need, and with camera angles, settings, and lighting tricks (and a small mod to change expressions and correct gaze direction) I create what I need. I'm afraid I'm too clumsy to learn Blender's arcane spells. Paint already seems complicated to me!

 

A picture from the rehearsals for the New Year's special program in which the girls will participate...

 

 

 

I always though you used Blender, you're able to get the girls to do a really wide variety of pics with what you do📷.

 

 

Interrupted during woohoo.. lol.

[warmsoda13]

[Patriguz]

The girls have already been to the hair and makeup salon and are trying on the bunny uniforms.

 

 

 

 

 

 

[FreakyRufus]

On 11/21/2025 at 9:31 PM, landess said:

I remember a discussion about this awhile back. So you DID find something to stop the autonomous head turning to look at objects/Sims and 'Sky'?  Nice.

For those that use the pose player, Lyralei's Pose Add-On has a bunch of neat features like directing a posed sim to look at a particular object. You can even have them only direct their eyes at the target. It can also blend two poses together.

 

[warmsoda13]

[landess]

I once played a game called The Sims

It would crash to desktop on a whim

I'd clean all the saves

And then start to pray

That it wouldn't happen again.

 

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A little bonus for the players:  Those long nails? Here!

 

(0palz333)cecesimsxo_yinyangset.package

 

( I paint the black part white for a more 'classic' look )

Edited December 6, 2025 by landess

[Patriguz]

The next issue of Lib magazine is at the printers. Two of the girls have stopped over in Paris... (Falling into old movie tropes, I'll have to do something with nurses soon)  

 

 

 

 

[Patriguz]

So here it is, a new issue of Lib magazine. I'm not too keen on the cover, but I got tired of struggling with the game. As always, I've included a few pages and a link to the blog so you can see the whole thing. I hope you like it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[landess]

11 hours ago, Patriguz said:

the cover

 

I like the little details: Pan Am began service in 1927 and closed shop in 1991.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Patriguz]

. The truth is, I built the entire set of the plane and the airport for some shots, but it was impossible for me to take good photos inside or on the stairs where the characters would be clearly visible. The light colors were saturated by the lighting, and the seats or walls got in the way of the poses or the camera position. Oh well, things happen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

[james14]

On 10/15/2024 at 11:57 PM, JimmyDevious14 said:

Continuing from the previous page...

 

Jim: (in the BG pic 1) "Hi honey! enjoying the show?"

 

His actress GF Campbell Walker: "How can you still be soooo hard after all that humping you've been doing all day?"

 

Jim: "How can you still have ANY clothes on?" 

 

Watching Sara enjoying footballer Jason and Yasmeen having a good time with P-star Kevin's cock finally drive Cammie over the edge.

 

"Go on hun, let it all take you in, Here, I'll help..."

 

Jason gets a nice fulfilling finish in Sara's booty, but I've got more to do...

Who is the black girl? anychance you can upload so i can download pls? 

 

[LoveChinchin012]

A CLAUSLESS CHRISTMAS

 

Golden light spills across polished wood and scattered parchment lists. Snow drifts past tall frosted windows. The room hums with quiet urgency — ticking clocks, rustling paper, the soft crackle of a fireplace. CLAUS sits behind his desk, broad shoulders wrapped in a deep red Santa coat trimmed in white. One ankle rests over his knee. His eyes are locked on a glowing screen filled with names and addresses.

 

 

The door creaks open. REINDEER steps inside.

She’s dressed in soft winter reds and creams, small antlers nestled into her hair. Her hands fold together in front of her, fingers fidgeting.

 

 

Reindeer (said softly) : U-uhm… S-Sir Claus... (She pauses)
The elves have come to notify us that the last gifts have been wrapped up and are ready to go.

 

 

Claus’ eyes lift from the screen — just for a split second — and dart to her.
S. Claus: ...Ok.

His gaze drops back down. A hand comes to his chin. He taps his jaw, thoughtful. The silence stretches as he types away on the keyboard.
 

 

Reindeer shifts on her feet, swallowing.
Reindeer: Uh… the elves said the number of gifts has doubled this year. D-do you think we’ll be able to deliver everything before sunrise?

S. Claus: (without looking up) Mhm. I’m just awaiting the addresses for the last-minute requests.

Reindeer: Oh…

Her voice dips — soft, almost fragile.

That tiny crack is enough.

Claus’ fingers still. He slowly lifts his eyes again, this time fully. His expression changes — gentler, warmer.

S. Claus: What’s up, Rei?

She jolts, pulled out of her thoughts.

Reindeer: Uh—? N-nothing. It’s nothing, sir.

 

 

He exhales through his nose.

Claus places both palms on the desk and stands. The chair slides back quietly as he steps around it.

Unhurried. Purposeful.

 

✔️ PART I: The Wish He Wasn’t Supposed to Grant 

Spoiler

 

 

Reindeer notices him approaching. Her breath catches. 

 

 

He stops in front of her — close enough that she can feel his warmth. Claus reaches out, gently lifting her chin between his fingers.

Reindeer freezes. Her cheeks bloom red instantly. He has never held her face like this. Never stood this close. She can feel his breath brush her nose.

Claus: ...What’s bothering you?

Her heart pounds — loud in her ears. Her lips tremble.

Reindeer: Uhm… I… I was just thinking…

She hesitates, searching for the words.

Reindeer (softly): Every New Year, we prepare the lists… help the elves make toys, weave Christmas sweaters… and wrap up gifts... Everyone works tirelessly for the most anticipated day of the Season.

She swallows.

 

 

Reindeer: But now that I think about it… None of us ever got a wish. Or a gift. Or even… some form of appreciation.

She glances up at him, unsure. Claus doesn’t move.

S. Claus: Continue.

Her fingers squeeze the hem of her skirt, knuckles pale.

Reindeer: So, uhm… What I'm trying to say is... Since we’ve all technically been on the nice list consistently… 

Could you… maybe make my wish come true? J-just this once.

His thumb stills under her chin.

Claus: And what would it be?

Her face burns.

Reindeer:
All I want this Christmas… is…

She bites her lip, eyes squeezing shut.

Her voice comes out barely above a breath.

Reindeer: You, S-sir… Claus.

 

 

Silence.

Claus’ eyes widen — just a fraction. His hand slowly releases her chin, slipping down her arm, loosely grasping her hand. Reindeer opens her eyes. The stillness crushes her.

Her chest tightens. A laugh escapes her — small, shaky, desperate.

 

 

Reindeer: I—I’m just teasing. That was silly, I— We should get back to work. The children are waiting... right? We can’t waste time…

Her voice breaks. She finally grabs his hand gently off of hers and lets it go, his arm falling to his side. She turns quickly, blinking hard as tears well.

Reindeer starts walking away from him and out of his office when suddenly a hand closes gently around her wrist.                                     She stops.

Slowly, she turns just enough to see him. A tear slips free, halfway down her cheek. Claus’ eyes trace it — from her wrist, up her arm, to her face.

Something in his chest stutters.

She meant it.

 

 

Without another second wasted, he pulls her toward him. Reindeer gasps as she stumbles into his arms.

Claus kisses her. Warm. Certain. Deep with restraint barely held.

One arm wraps firmly around her waist. His other hand cups her cheek, thumb brushing away the tear as if it never existed.

For a heartbeat, she’s frozen. Then she melts into him.

Her hands curl into his coat as she kisses him back — soft, sweet, earnest.

 

 

 

 

Claus pulls away slightly, breaking the kiss just long enough to take his hat off and drop on the coffee table without looking away from her. 
He leans his lips closer to her ear and murmurs softly, breath tickling her skin.
His lips brush her earlobes as he speaks — low, tender, unmistakably sensual.

S. Claus: Tonight is the most important night to the rest of the world… but right now— this evening is ours.

 

 

Reindeer exhales a trembling breath. She smiles. And kisses him again this time deeper, with more certainty. Not wanting to let him go, she wraps her arms around his neck.

The two kiss so intensely, Reindeer's knee's buckle beneath her. As they drop to the floor, the tension and wait were finally over.

 

Claus helps her stand back up, and they hold themselves in each others arms for a moment. Reindeer grabs Claus hat, putting it back on him as she reminded him that they still had work to do and that they couldn't just not deliver the gifts this year. She felt it was selfish to make the most important time of the year all about her.

Without wasting another minute, he grabs her legs and carries her over his shoulder to the couch without much explanation. She gasps, then squirms confused, but Claus insists. 

 

 

They finally settle at the nearest couch, where they sit to continue what they've started.

 

 

 

✔️ PART II: For Once, the World Could Wait

Spoiler

 

Claus breaks the kiss gently, just enough to breathe. He lifts the glass to his lips and takes a slow sip of whiskey.

Reindeer watches him for a second — the way his throat moves, the calm in his posture — then, without quite meeting his eyes, she reaches out.

Carefully, almost reverently, she takes the glass from his hand. She holds it with both hands. Claus stills, watching her now.

Reindeer hesitates for half a heartbeat then drinks it all in one go, chasing the courage she has never been brave enough to name — the kind that might quiet the fear of rejection, the hesitation that has followed her for as long as she can remember. 

Claus’ brows lift, just slightly. She swallows hard.

Claus (low, faintly amused):I didn’t expect you to be much of a drinker.

She swallows hard. Her face tightens immediately as the bitterness hits.

Reindeer: I’m— I’m not.

She exhales sharply, eyes squeezing shut as she fights the burn.

Reindeer (soft, honest): It’s bitter…

She lets out a small, breathy laugh — half nerves, half relief.

Reindeer: I don’t usually drink at all. But… this.... this feels different.

Her fingers curl around the empty glass as if grounding herself.

Claus’ expression shifts — something warm, something deeply attentive.

He gently takes the glass from her hands and sets it down on the table behind them, the soft clink echoing in the quiet room.

 

 

They find each other again without thinking.
Reindeer’s arms slip around his neck, pulling him closer, her body pressing into his as the last of her restraint fades. Claus’ hands follow instinct, warm and sure as they explore the soft curves of her butt, holding her like he’s done pretending this isn’t what he’s wanted all along.

 

 

When he breaks the kiss to look at her, he notices small, subtle changes — the way her sleeve has slipped down her shoulder, the faint flush in her cheeks. Reindeer chuckles softly, a breathy, nervous sound, then hiccups and murmurs that she’s been waiting for this moment for so long. She can hardly believe it’s happening.

Seeing her like this hits Claus in a way he hasn’t expected. He watches her fumble with the sleeve a few times, tugging it back into place before finally giving up and taking her arm out of it instead. He's drawn by her warm scent and starts nuzzling her exposed nipple. Before long, his lips find it for him and his tongue just can't resist but to tease it.

 

 

Before long he too starts to gets aroused and can't resist but get himself ready, quietly unzipping his pants, loosening his belt as he looks at her expressions keeping her distracted enough that she wouldn't notice him slip in. He starts off slow, by now the alcohol had hit her, her eyes and overall expression just seems more mellow, her brows knit as she tries to take all him.
 

Realizing that her balance is completely off as she wobbles whilst sat on his lap, he decides to get her to sit down instead. They keep going but Claus keeps his pace slow and steady, paying close attention to her facial expressions.

 

 

As her thoughts drift back to their work, a pang of responsibility tugs at her.

Reindeer: "We shouldn't..." she mutters softly.

Claus pauses for a moment as she slowly sets her legs back on the floor. She pushes him gently, trying to stand despite feeling wobbly. Her hands adjust her skirt almost absentmindedly, a quiet gesture that says she doesn’t want this to end — but duty is calling. Guilt, shame, and the thought of the children and their team being let down, being disappointed, waiting for them weigh on her, reminding her that what they’re doing, as much as she wants it, feels selfish.

Claus gets himself sat on the chair, watching for a moment as she murmurs to herself that they can't let them down. She then was about to sort her top when Claus grabs her wrist and pulls her back to his lap. She nearly tells him off but holds back, tries to get herself back up, but he gets her back in his lap. This time however, he manages to get his way, slipping right back in and before long her restraint and stubbornness dissolved, succumbing to his touch again and in no time she too took part in it.

 

 

... And just like that Reindeer also became drunk on Claus' love and touch, wanting more, needing all of him, not wanting the moment to end.

With every minute that passes she feels her strength leave her more and more. Claus notices but refuses to stop, knowing they both wanted this.

As they kiss he gently guides her down to the couch, getting her to lie down for a moment. He also helps get her heels off, careful to never breaking their kiss or the moment though.

 

 

Claus whispers into her mouth, "Stay." The honesty coming from him melts something in Reindeer, and she seeks his lips, moving up almost as if to try and kiss him again, and they do for a short while.

 

 

Claus gets her to hold onto the couch for balance as they get right back where they left of. 

 

 

Reindeer wants to give back too, so she gets herself on her knees and offers to give him a BJ, but he notices that the alcohol is finally settling on her. She's slurring her speech. She moves slower than usual, her pupils are dilatated. He nudges at her that he wants to take over.

 

She tries to push herself back up, wobbly and unsteady but her legs just fail to work and she stays kneeling on the floor for a moment.
Claus (laughs, shaking his head, murmuring to himself): Tsk... What am I gonna do with you?

He stands up beside her, then put his right foot over the couch. Reindeer looks up at him.

He looks around the cluttered office, realizing the space is too crowded for her to navigate safely, so he suggests them moving upstairs instead.

Reindeer: H-Huh?...

With a smooth, careful motion, he kneels, scoops her up into his arms, and cradles her against his chest.

 

Reindeer (Hiccups, speaking softly, confused): W-Where are we going?
Claus smirks, kisses her temple as he carries her in his arms.
Claus: You'll see when we get there.

 

✔️ PART III: Off Duty & On You

Warning: Steamy NSFW Content Follows. Contains Nudity and Graphic Sexual Depictions. 

Spoiler

 

Claus gently lays Reindeer across his massive bed, lips never leaving hers as he slyly slips her skirt down, keeping the kiss unbroken. She catches on halfway and stiffens, a flicker of panic crossing her flushed face. Realizing she’s noticed, he smoothly finishes removing it, letting it fall to the floor, then leans back, standing tall at by the edge of the mattress to admire her. She lies there, helpless and slightly drunk, fumbling to cover herself with trembling hands, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

 

 

Claus slowly removes his gloves, savouring the sight of her—every curve, every delicate tremor of her body as she lays there, flushed and breathless. A proud, teasing smirk curls across his face, seductive and confident, the way he always knows he captivates her.

Boots come off next, one by one, and finally, he eases out of his pants, never breaking eye contact.

The discarded garments fall to the floor, forgotten.

Reindeer catches his gaze, her drunken mind twisting the intensity into something more dangerous.

Flushed and wobbly, she rolls onto her side, trying to crawl toward the far end of the bed. She drunkenly heaves, wiggles, flails—but her legs betray her, barely moving beneath her. In her mind, she’s gone much farther than she is.

Claus takes two steps closer and lets himself drop onto the mattress beside her, lying on his side. Warm and grounding, his hands rest lightly on her shoulder and forearm, gently deterring her from any further away.

He leans just enough to meet her gaze, letting the teasing lilt in his voice do the work.

Claus (low, teasing, almost playful): There's no escaping me now.

She shivers, torn between resisting and surrendering, her breath hitching as his nearness overwhelms her senses.

He nuzzles her softly, lips brushing against her ear, and the warmth of him draws her in. Slowly, inevitably, their mouths meet, a deep, lingering kiss that leaves her both trembling and craving more, as he fondles her exposed breast.

 

Determined not to let him control the moment again, she breaks the kiss off this time, pushing him onto his back gently, then clumsily climbs over him, wobbling slightly but determined. Her eyes are glossy, cheeks flushed, and her words spill out, slurred just enough to be endearing.

Reindeer’s brows knit slightly, her lips pressed thin—not in anger, but in the pained longing of wanting him while wrestling with her own restraint. Her glossy eyes flick to his smirk, heart thudding harder.

Reindeer (hiccupping, breathy, tipsy): What you said before… and even now… That smirk of yours is...

She pauses, breathing lightly through her mouth, staring into his eyes then pouts.

Reindeer (drunkely, wobbly, voice strained with frustration): W-who do you think you're smirking at…? H-huh? Do you think I can't take charge? I-Is that it?

Claus freezes for a moment, panic flickering across his features.

Claus: N-No, that’s not—

Before he can sit up, she pushes him back down, arms trembling slightly.

He meets her gaze, noting the slight delay in her responses, the drowsy clarity in her eyes, and the boldness she’s never shown before.

Her face is a deep, bright red, yet there’s a mellow mischief there he’s never seen before that undoes him. He chuckles softly, captivated.

Reindeer (hiccupping, breathy, frustrated, trying to take control): Is being a control freak… your k-kink? You-!

Reindeer hiccups again, a mix of defiance and drunken charm, and he can’t help but grin, letting the moment linger between them.

 

Reindeer hiccups, gripping his penis as best she can.

Reindeer: Look…! See? I can do it myself too…

She guides him carefully, though he slips a few times. Her brow furrows in frustration, lips parting in a soft gasp. Claus leans closer, his voice low, ready to offer help.

Claus: Let me—

Reindeer (drunkenly, cutting him off, stubborn): N-No!

Determined, she adjusts her hold, finally bringing him to the right place. The moment he slips in properly, a shiver runs through her. She exhales, pressing closer, her moan barely escaping.

Reindeer (breathless, needy): C-Claus...~

Claus feels her trembling above him, her hands clutching him tightly as their bodies align, the tension and relief mingling in the quiet heat between them.

 

Claus (breathy, voice low): God, you're so unbelievably sexy, Rein.

 

Claus smacks her cheeks, and a shaky moan slips past her lips.

Without missing a beat, he glides his hand over the warm skin, smirking, eyes locked on hers.
Claus (low, teasing): Now, lay down for me. Let me reward all your hard work.

 

 

Claus leans closer, his lips trailing along her skin, murmuring low and teasing:

Claus (breathy, suggestive): Get closer… let me feel you completely.

Her eyes flick up at him, glossed and half-lidded, a mix of embarrassment and want tugging at her.

As she shifts, trying to move forward and sit up, her lips part, a soft, shaky breath escaping.

Reindeer (mutters, hesitant, almost shy): L-let me… sit on you…

Her words tumble out more like a plea than a command, and the alcohol and lingering desire cloud her coordination.

As Claus leans back slightly, letting her guide herself, Reindeer presses both hands against his chest, pushing gently but insistently. She crawls forward over his hips, over his stomach, until she’s straddling him, landing softly on his face.

Reindeer (flushed, trembling, panting lightly, eyes locked on his): P-please…

Her body quivers atop him, warmth dripping, and Claus hums low, steady, giving her every ounce of attention, lips and tongue moving with care as he indulges her completely.

 

She shifts her hips away for a moment, chest heaving, trying to catch her breath.

Reindeer (soft, teasing, breathy): L-lay down, Claus… let me take care of you too.

He complies, leaning back against the mattress, watching her with a mix of anticipation and restraint.

She eases forward, her movements deliberate yet playful, guiding him into her mouth, looking up at him. Each push drives him a little deeper, until finally, with a gasp from both of them, she manages to take him fully.

Claus’s eyes widen, breath hitching, a low groan escaping him. He’s impressed, flustered, and utterly undone.

 

Claus cups her cheek, thumb warm against flushed skin, quietly calling her name.

Claus: Rein...

She stills at once, lifting her head to look at him, lashes heavy, lips parted and tongue still dangling, a thin line of saliva connecting from his tip to the tip of her tongue. She sips it and swallows before answering.

Reindeer: Hm?

His hand lingers, warm, steady. His voice drops, honest now—strained, undone.

Claus (low, controlled, breathless): Lay on your back for me… I don't think I can keep it together much longer.

Rein blinks a few times, taking in the sight of him completely undone by her, a small proud smile reaches her lips then she nods and complies with his request.

 

Rein rolls onto her stomach as per Claus' instruction, giving her back a much needed break before the rhythm of their bodies resume.



 

Claus and Rein come. Claus’s strength finally gives out; his chest sinks against her back, instinct kicking in even through the haze as one elbow bends just enough to spare her the weight of him.

His breath comes heavy and uneven, heat rolling off him as sweat beads along his brow, down his spine, all over his body.

For a few seconds, there’s nothing but breathing. Then reality seeps back in.

A quiet, incredulous laugh slips from him—soft, disbelieving—like he’s still half-expecting the moment to vanish.

Claus (murmuring to himself, breathless, amused): This is crazy… Never in a million years did I see this coming.

Rein turns her head just enough to look at him. His face is tilted down, eyes still shut as he tries to gather himself, words spilling out before he’s fully caught up to them. Her own breath trembles, her body still shuddering as she watches him closely.

Claus (low, reflective, almost laughing at himself): Being here… with you, like this… on Christmas Eve of all days… (a quiet laugh)

I must really be losing it.

Her hand lifts, slow and tender, fingers brushing along his cheek. He stills at the touch, then turns his head into her palm, finally opening his eyes to meet hers, and suddenly something shifts.

Without a word, he gathers her closer and rolls them gently onto their side, drawing her in against him, breath warm at her neck. His lips grave her ears as he murmurs:

Claus (quietly, breathy): Once more... 

He holds and lifts her leg up high, keeping it spread as he rubs himself against the slippery mess in between her thighs until he's ready to make his way back in again.

 

He draws himself out of her, before swiftly settling against the mattress again, eyes never leaving her.

One hand lifts, inviting—wordless at first—before his voice follows, low and rough with want.

Claus (breathless, coaxing): Come here… Bounce on me like you did before... Show me how much you want this.

She looks at his hand, then takes it and proceeds to moves over him, and the sight alone is enough to undo him.

A sharp breath breaks from his chest as he swears under it, teeth catching his lower lip as he fights the instinct to be louder than he should. His hand drags back through his hair, fingers curling there as if grounding himself, as if this might vanish if he doesn’t hold on.

He watches her—spellbound, overwhelmed—chest rising fast, lips parted and trembling.

There’s disbelief written all over his face, wonder tangled with heat, as though some part of him still can’t accept that this is real… that she is real… and that this moment is his.

 

Before long and unable to keep himself together, he gets her to lay down on her back, head on the pillows. He kneels in the space between her legs, holding them and keeping them spread as he pushes his tip back in.

Her soft, weak moan draws him forward.

He leans down, close enough to brush his lips against the tip of her red nose, the gesture tender and almost playful despite the tension humming through him.

Claus (low, murmuring, full of promise): I’ll make it worth your while, my dear. I promise.

The moment he reconnects with her fully and deeply, he exhales sharply—like something in him finally clicks into place—and his movements return, slow at first, deliberate, as if savouring every second of what they’ve come back to.
 

Claus presses soft kisses along her neck, his warm breath brushing her ear.

Claus (murmurs softly): I love you.

He trails his lips lower, leaving a path of gentle, lingering kisses along her skin, each one deliberate, teasing, and full of quiet reverence. When he reaches her most intimate place, he pauses, worshiping her with tender attention before pressing his lips against her clit, sending an immediate shiver coursing through her. Her legs tremble, soft sounds escaping her lips as desire ripples through her body.

He climbs back onto the mattress and over her, carefully pressing back in as he makes his way further into her, their bodies moving together once more.

 

 

They gaze into each other’s eyes, the world around them fading. Rein’s body trembles with warmth, every nerve alight, her insides quivering from the intensity of it all. Overwhelmed by the closeness and the lingering echoes of the night, she clings to the moment. Claus leans closer, his voice low and almost a whisper, carrying only for her:
Claus: This is how much I appreciate everything you do… I want you, and only you, Rein. I always have and always will.




Claus gently guides Rein to turn around, his intent clear — to show her just how much he appreciates her, every curve, every inch. She winces at first as he makes his way in, and he immediately pauses, shifting closer to see her face.

Claus (murmurs, concerned): You alright?

Reindeer (nods, breathy, said softly and shakily): Mhm... Don't stop.
Not fully convinced and thinking that perhaps his weight might be pressing too hard or making her uncomfortable, he subtly shifts to accommodate her, easing the pressure while keeping their connection intimate.

Claus comes again. Held too tightly by Rein and unable to pull out yet, they meet in a sloppy, breathless, unguarded French kiss. When he finally shifts, he brings Rein up with him gently, keeping his arms around her to steady her, unwilling to let her slip from his hold.

Someone knocks at his bedroom door. He responds quickly, a touch of irritation in his voice as he tells them he’s busy.
Determined to not let anything ruin this moment her hand immediately reaches for his cheek to redirect his attention back at her to ground him.

Reindeer (pleading weakly): T-this way, Claus... Look at me. 
 

The kiss grows so deep it leaves Rein breathless. Her knees weaken; she tips forward with a quiet cough, shivers coursing through her as she tries to steady herself. Claus remains still, watching her with parted lips, his own breathing uneven.
 

 

 

✔️ PART IV: One Night Off the Nice List
Warning: Steamy NSFW Content Follows. Contains Nudity and Graphic Sexual Depictions. 

Spoiler

They pause for a moment. Reindeer is exhausted, and Claus notices immediately. He slips off his coat, the warmth of the room making him flush, and steps away briefly to clean himself up, then returns to her side. They hold each other and lay down, Rein laid in his arms.

They speak softly, almost in disbelief at how surreal the night has been. Claus pats her back gently, grounding them both. Rein, drowsy and content, leans closer, inhaling his scent as he rubs her back, murmuring softly about how good he smells.

Once she feels her strength returning, she insists on continuing — but this time, taking it slow. Sliding to her knees by the edge of the bed, she lets him take the lead, fully surrendering to him and this special moment shared between the both of them.

 

As their rhythm resumes, she loosens her tight pigtails, a small act that frees her in more ways than one. They settle into a slow, deliberate pace, aware that the night stretches ahead with no rush — only warmth and closeness to savour.
Rein crawls away for a moment, then turns around sat on her knees and looking at him, she asks to have a taste of him.

This time, she leans in with deliberate care, taking her time and savouring each moment, letting herself fully indulge in the closeness between them.

 

Not long after, he leans toward her again, a little more urgency in his movements, a subtle edge of desperation in the way he holds her. The intensity makes her wince slightly, a soft complaint escaping her lips.
Reindeer: Argh!...
He pauses immediately, concern flickering in his eyes. She turns her head just enough to see his face and mutters, voice small.
Reindeer: Th-that hurts....

They exchange a glance, unspoken understanding passing between them. Claus pulls out.

Claus: Sorry.
Shifting together, they find a new position, this time allowing her to set the rhythm, her confidence guiding the pace.

Their lips meet again, slow and deep, kissing away the tension, grounding themselves in the intimacy before moving forward once more.

Rein tries really hard to keep it from slipping out of her but it's constantly happening. After guiding it back in herself a few times - and because of the awkward position he's in - she suggests them doing something that's a little gentler on them.

Claus looks utterly undone by her, soft and mellow, breath catching as he follows her lead and lowers himself. His voice comes out low and urgent, more command than request.

Claus: Come here.

He wraps his arms around her body, gently claiming her, and pulls her back against him, engulfing her in his steady warmth and intoxicating musk, until she’s completely held.

The two come together. Rein notices that Claus eyes looks a little worn out. She gets him to gently lay back down. As he's still throbbing and catching his breath she lets him stays in her warmth a little longer. She gently moves her hips slowly almost automatically, the lingering pulses unintentionally teasing her. As she casually helps him stretch his hip muscles, but moving his leg in different directions to get them to relax but she ends up coming accidentally. She subconsciously lets out the smallest moan, not wanting him to hear.

Her small moan is enough to signal for Claus to continue. The short but relaxing break was what he needed for them to finish off and have some well deserved cuddles. He sits up without giving her the chance to move away and in one swift move, Rein is under him again.

 

As they catch their breath, Claus finds himself lost in the red of Rein’s eyes, struck by the quiet certainty that he can see his future reflected there. They linger in that closeness, foreheads nearly touching, warm breaths mingling in the space between them. Now and then, a faint shiver passes through her, and he feels it echo in him too—small, shared aftershocks that bind the moment together.

 

 

Claus notices she’s still dressed, layers clinging where exhaustion has long since settled in. Gently, he helps her out of them, mindful that she must be uncomfortable after everything. She murmurs a faint protest at first, stubborn even in her weariness, but he only smiles and brushes her hair back.

You deserve to rest too, he tells her quietly.

This time, she doesn’t argue. She lets herself lean into his hands, into the simple relief of being cared for, her body finally allowed to let go.

 

 

Reindeer (concerned) : But, Claus... What about Christmas? We can't just let everybody down...

Claus (smirks): The Grinch and the Elves are taking care of it for us this year.

Reindeer: ...A-Are you sure?

Claus (nods): Yep.

 

 

Reindeer: Wait... but how? When did you-? 
Claus (stokes her cheek with his thumb): The moment you came into my office. You don't usually stay very long. You pass the message and you go, but last night, you stayed. You fidget a lot when you're nervous, you know? That right there was the biggest give away. So before I got to you I told them that if we're too late that the Grinch and the Elves should take charge.

He smiles softly at her. The sight makes her heart skip a beat.
Rein blushes harder, and lowers her gaze, embarrassed that he could read her so easily but glad that he still took care of Christmas even in his absence. She smiles too and looks back into his eyes.

Reindeer: That's a relief.

Claus (nods and nuzzles her nose): You got nothing to worry about when you're with me. I'm your control freak for a reason, remember?
That only makes her blush harder. She covers her face with both hands, remembering that she called him control freak earlier. He chuckles at her adorable reaction.

 

 ✔️ PART V: Morning-After Magic

Warning: Steamy NSFW Content Follows. Contains Nudity and Graphic Sexual Depictions. 

Spoiler

The night seems to stretch endlessly around them, hours blurring together in the hush of the chamber. Reindeer is exhausted — her body heavy, her movements slower now — yet she keeps trying to stay present, to give what little strength she has left. She isn’t used to nights like this, to staying awake until the world outside has long since gone quiet.

Claus shifts closer, licks her breast almost as if to draw her attention back to him and the moment. She turns her head slightly to look his way.
Despite the hour, despite the night stretching thin, he still seems steady — eyes clear, presence unshaken, as though sleep has never quite had a claim on him.
  He notices her lashes flutter, he continues to finger her as he asks:

Claus (low, searching): Are you sure you want to keep going?

Reindeer (soft, drowsy): Mhm.

A faint nod follows — small, tired, but real.

They’ve been like this all night, quietly testing one another — not out of competition, but out of stubborn closeness. Seeing who would yield first. How long they could hold onto the moment before it slipped away.

Sleep keeps reaching for her, heavy and insistent. Still, she fights it — afraid that if she lets go now, the night will vanish with it. Even as her body starts to give in, some part of her refuses to stop trying, clinging to the warmth and the certainty that this is real.

 

 

 

 

Claus decides to try a different position with her. Reindeer nods.

 

 

The rhythm between them slows. Reindeer’s eyelids flutter, heavy with sleep, her body relaxing more than before. Her breathing evens out, drifting.

Claus notices immediately. He stills, leaning down slightly.

Claus (voice low, concerned): Hey… Rei? Are you Ok?

She stirs at the sound of his voice, blinking drowsily. One hand comes up to rub at her eyes as she yawns softly.

Reindeer: Uh… y-yeah. I’m just… sleepy.

Claus exhales, fond and gentle. He carefully lowers her legs back onto the mattress, making sure she’s settled and comfortable.

Claus: That’s enough for now. Let us get up for a wash then.

He brushes her hair back from her face, tender.

Claus: After that you can can for as long you'd like.
She nods faintly.

Claus helps Reindeer out of the bed, steadying her when her legs threaten to give out.

A knock sounds at the bedroom door.

Claus (gentle): Go on ahead. I’ll be right behind you.

 

Reluctantly, she nods and drifts toward the adjoining washroom. It was one of the elves telling him that they've successfully delivered all the presents and also to check on him. Both Claus and the hey speak from behind his door, concerned. He thanks then and assures them that he is fine, and also adds to not expect him for breakfast, that he'll have it later. 

On the meantime Reindeer leans against the glass wall, trying to stay upright. Her eyes flutter, exhaustion finally catching up to her.

Her strength fades. She slowly slides down the glass until she’s seated on the cool, reflective floor.

Frustrated that they had to stop halfway through, she continues touching herself whilst she waits for Claus to return.
When he gets there she's already on the floor, weak, sleepy but still she looks up at him, she smiles watching him approach with that same sweet and mellow, but mischievous expression. Her eyes dart to the tattoo on his hip.
Reindeer (quiet, playful): What's that tattoo on your hip mean? 
He twists himself slightly to look and her toes poke his penis. She giggles as she watches it wiggle. He looks back at her, really looks and realizes she's not satisfied yet. It was written all over her face. His fingers trace lines down her calf as he stares into her eyes.

Claus: You want it?
She hesitates for a second but still nods.
 

Claus assists Rein in getting back up. He gets her to hold onto him first, breaking the entire process into smaller chunks to make sure she's save. He pulls her body close to his to make sure she's holding on properly before actually standing up.
 

 

As he holds her beside him, he notices the faint trembling coming from her. Her expression is still mellow, she looks at him as if to say she needs some more. Suspicious he asks her again to check if she is actually truly alright given that they've gone a little overboard the night before. Rein's response comes a little delayed for a moment. She seems fixated on his lips and his grey eyes before giving an actual answer. She says she's fine and tells him not to worry for her.

Not happy with her reply knowing her non-verbal isn't matching with what she's saying. Claus pulls her closer to him.
He slips his fingers in between her thighs to check for him. He says without intending to (thinking out loud) "You're soaking wet."

Rein initially tries to say that she is okay, that all she needs is to wash up and that maybe then she will calm down a little but Claus was not gonna let that one slide. He turns her around, and tells her to hold onto the glass walls behind them as he prepares for their final round.
 

 

As he notices she's about to come, he stops to sit himself behind her, where he gets her to sit on his face as he licks her and teases her relentlessly.

 

 

Only when she finally came did Claus get up, hand on her waist just in case to keep her steady. 
Shortly after he losely wraps his strong arms around her stomach and murmurs breathily by her ear "How was that for a Christmas wish? Not bad right?" he chuckles to himself amused, teasing. Rein turns around slowly then jumps into his arms. He only just catches her and before he could say anything, Rein manages to muster the little energy left in her to give him the sweetest, most tender romantic French kiss.

 

Rein thanks Claus for making her wish come true and for making their first night unforgettable, before the two dry off and plop themselves on the nearest sofa, for a nap.
 

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│   🌿🍒    ~ THE END ~    🌿🍒   │
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“And that, my dear, is why Santa Claus left your gingerbread cookies & sweet treats untouched… he was busy unwrapping something far more tempting this Christmas.”

 

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⭐🍰🎅🎄【Merry Christmas & Happy New Year Everyone!】🎄🤶🍰⭐
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Edited December 28, 2025 by LoveChinchin012
Editing Complete. ​✔️​

[marcod10]

Finally had some time during the holidays to  play this game again and wanted to share my fav photoshoot from 2025: "Motomami".

 

Happy new year!

 

Edited January 5 by marcod10

[Ooogachacka]

*click* The other girls will be jealous, not everyone gets to fuck the mayor...

[warmsoda13]

[Patriguz]

Cars and girls. I love that theme!

 

[landess]

Recently reinstalled Fallout 4 to enjoy 5+ years of mods I couldn't use because I REFUSED to update my install after they added the Creation Club. Also my entire Fallout 4 archive died with my Hard Drive. So I've been almost exclusively playing that recently as I do most things when I first install them. Because of this (and the fact I now have an updated KW to use so want to be more fresh when I play The Sims 3) I have little in the way to share recently but wanted to show 'proof of life' - here are a few shots.   

 

If your system can handle it - Using MSCmod  (also the console command to bring up it's menu) allows the game to push up to 25 Sims to a club flagged lot for a 'Target Rich' environment. By sending a single Sim to a club, enabling the mod - the club will fill pretty well and then I can stack MORE from my household so they don't count when the mod is pushing Sims.

 

 

As usual - CAS/CAST gets attention.

 

 

And teachers show the class how it's done with assistance from the Principal.

 

 

[FreakyRufus]

Bippy's Busy Morning

 

Eye contact is good

 

Spoiler

 

[warmsoda13]

[warmsoda13]

[Patriguz]

Greetings! I'm back after a couple of months of drought. My old PC died at the beginning of the year, and I had to get a new one, move all my files and programs to the new one (luckily, I had a backup of everything), adapt to Windows 11 (I miss my old, reliable Windows 7), and reinstall The Sims with my old save files and specs. It seems that everything is finally in order, and I hope to be posting reports with the girls again soon. I already have some ideas, and here's a little teaser of what's to come. I hope it won't take too long. Thanks for your patience.