City Living Blazer-Shirt-Sweater Top Mesh by Julie J (UPDATED)

I seperated this from the Maxis original to make a top seperate mesh

You need City Living for this to show in your game

Updated with one more recolour and females now tested

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Modelled with boots by Karzalee (Studio K Creations)
Poses by IMHO

Works with Sliders - More textures to come soon,

Teen through to Elder - Females can wear it too

DOWNLOAD - Updated with added recolour

Early Riser

Title: Early Riser

Summary: Sam likes to get up early, you do not. You decide to convince him to come back to bed.    

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Sam Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  1334

Warnings: explicit language, nsfw, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes:  Written for the 100 Kinks List,  #33 - Morning Sex; requested by an anonymous requester

Originally posted by frozen-delight

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Icon T-shirts, now for kids!

I’m sure someone has done something similar before but names are hard

Anyway! here are 21 kinda random swatches in red and white, there is some ice cream swatches in there too

All I ask in return is that you don’t re-upload, please!

Tag me if you use/any issues


Asher Gibson ♡

You can download Asher on my Origin ID: Doni0x

T.O.U - You can use her as you see fit! Please do not offer any versions of her for download (no matter how much you edit the sim), and that if you use him in your game, please tag me so i can see! Thank you! :)

Watch the CAS on my Youtube Channel, here!

I tried putting the CC list here but every time I posted the post, it would delete (can someone help me with that issue?) but you can find his CC on the CAS video of Asher on my Youtube (link above)! Enjoy! :)


The S4M double-barrelled over/under silent pistol was developed in the early 1970s. If is of the same type of special-purpose weapons as the MSP pistol, but is chambered for a more powerful special cartridge and differs in design.
The PZ Zmeya ‘captive-piston’ cartridge was developed in the mid-1960s. II features a thick-wailed case 62.8 mm long. The inside surface of the cartridge case is bottlenecked, while the outside surface is cylindrical. A special design of a percussion primer recessed deep into the case base, accommodating an extra striker, prevents the cap from bulging after the piston seals the expanding powder gases inside the case by sealing bleed-off holes. The cartridge uses the same 7.62 mm PS Mod 1943 assault rifle bullet weighing 7.9 g.
The PZ cartridge was first used in the S4 Groza pistol, followed by the S4M. The PZ round became the basis for PZA and PZAM special cartridges, differing in cartridge case design and shape.
The cartridges are fed into the chambers simultaneously using a steel two-round clop. The trigger assembly is cocked automatically, and the external finishing of the pistol prevents catching on clothes.

I Choose You

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: 1,010
Warnings: Swearing, a bit of angst
Request: Anonymous. Can you write a fluffy!Dean/reader fic, where she is upset bc her friend is a dick (you can decide why), and Dean comforts her and it’s just like 90% fluff? Please? Thank you, even if you don’t do it, because your fics are great :)
A/N: I hope this is okay, anon<33

Dean was lounging on his couch watching tv in his sweats when his phone went off. Glancing over, he saw your picture and smiled. He reached over and grabbed it, muting the tv, not caring what was happening.

Clenching his jaw, he got up, jogging up the stairs to his room to grab his wallet. He’d order some pizza to be delivered for dinner, knowing that would help cheer you up a bit. As he grabbed it off his nightstand, he smiled at the picture of the two of you at senior prom the year before. You did school online, not wanting to leave Dean. He didn’t want to go to college, so he went right to work.

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Property of Dean Winchester

Originally posted by weallneedcastiel

SUMMARY: You and Jensen are best friends, you accompany him to Nashville for the convention and drunken hijinks ensue!

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x (bestfriend!)reader

Word Count: 1810

Warnings: Some swearing

A/N: So i have been struggling with writing and what not, and the other day this idea hits me. I am basing it off the information that I saw about NashCon and it just grew to this fic. This would be my first attempt at writing a possible more than friends type fic based on the actual actor. I mean no disrespect to Danneel, we will just consider her happy with someone else for the purpose of this fic. Also a huge shout out to Daddy B aka @bigdaddymongoose, she is my rock and helps me out sooo much with writing!

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“C’mon you two, let’s hit another bar!” Jared laughed, drunk off his ass already.

You giggled, watching your best friend trying to walk unaided. His bow legs making the staggering all the more comical. Finally, he made it to your side, he threw an arm around you, almost knocking the two of you to the ground.

“I think Jay here has had enough,” you snickered.

After the tour of the Jack Daniels Distillery and all the free shots, then the dart throwing game with Jason and the guys and more shots imbibed. Next, Creation Ent wanting to celebrate Jay’s birthday during the Saturday Night Special concert with you guessed it more alcohol involved. Let’s just say when Jay sang Tennessee Whiskey, he was almost three sheets to the wind then. If Jared got his way, this would be the third bar you all hit.

Jensen started shaking his head, “No, I-I think we need more bars,” he grinned. “Me likey, more acl-aco-alc-,” he furrowed his eyebrows like he was concentrating, “drinks.”

You laughed, “I think everybody is done for the night. You two have a panel in the morning, remember?” You smacked Jensen’s hand away from your face as he tried to “boop” your nose. “Stop that!”

Jared just gave you “Sam’s puppy eyes”, “Nope, Pada-gigantor, those will not work on me. I am impervious to “Mr. Awesome,” you jerked a thumb at Jensen, “you don’t stand a chance my tall friend.”

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Mating Season

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader
Word count: 1,540
Warnings: Smut. Cussing. Unprotected sex. Lucifer is probably OOC. Brief mention of Dean/Cas 
Request: ( Anonymous ) Hi sweet Toni! Can I please request a Luci fic where he’s in a mating frenzy and everyone in the bunker tries to leave him in peace but then the reader does something that turns her on - maybe drawing erotic art or reading some smut novels? - and he can sense and smell that and just barges into her room wanting to have her and she says yes? *blush* 

Authors Note: I’ve never done a “mating” fic before so I hope I did okay. It doesn’t exactly follow the request but it’s close!

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Buck Shot Cafe II: The Morning After

Title: Buck Shot Cafe II: The Morning After

Read the first part, Buck Shot Cafe here.

Summary: It’s the next morning. You let Dean know just how thankful you are for the previous night’s entertainment.

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters: Dean Winchester x Waitress!Reader

Word Count: 953

Warnings: nsfw, explicit language, explicit sexual content, quickie sex

Author’s Note: I saw several posts where it was strongly suggested that there was a quickie before Dean and the waitress arrived at the diner. I kind of liked the idea and decided to make it a sequel to my original.

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Never Good Enough

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: 736
Warnings: Angst

Part 1 of Last Chance

“Hey, babe?” You smiled, walking into the library where Dean was on his laptop. “I made you something to eat.” It was just about lunch time, and wanted to surprise him. Setting the plate down, you hoped that he enjoyed what you made.

His green eyes darted to the plate for a moment before looking back to whatever he was doing. “You use that mustard I like?” He asked simply.

“Yup!” You told him, glad that you had remembered.

“Not bloody, right?”

You shook your head. “No, I’ve gotten pretty good at that. I’ve worked it out to timing it perfectly.” As of late, you hadn’t had any issues with the burgers you made coming out too raw for anyone. “Seasoned the burger with salt and pepper while it cooked, as well.” That was something that you’d learned damn quick to do, as it brought out more flavor.

Turning to head back to the kitchen to clean up, you smiled as Dean picked up his burger and took a bite. “Awe, come on.” He groaned, getting up to walk past you. “Barely any mustard, none of my damn pickles, and could have been cooked a couple minutes longer.”

You let out a soft sigh, hoping that you could do something else to make it up to him.

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GIF submitted by @bigdaddymongoose (Thanks to her, this GIF is what broke my writers block)

“Dammit Gemma! How do you talk me into this shit?” you gasped as you struggled to lift two hundred and fifty pounds of dead weight.

“Shut up sweetheart, we have to get him out of here before church is over. Now, lift with your knees, Y/N!” Gemma snapped.

You glared at your old man’s mother as you bent down to grab said dead weight’s feet again. “Tell me again, how he got dead?” you huffed.

Gemma blew out an exhausted breath as she dropped her half of dead guy and sat down on the picnic bench that was outside the clubhouse. “I found him this way,” you lifted an eyebrow, “Don’t look at me that way, I didn’t kill him!”

“So if you didn’t kill him and I didn’t kill him, why can’t we tell the guys?” you asked , taking a cigarette from her. 

“The club has to much other shit to worry about, between the Irish, the Aryan Brotherhood and Stahl,” she paused to light her own smoke, “ a dead body is just inconvenient.”

“Well, he doesn’t have ink, so I’m guessing not a rival MC, so civilian,” you groaned, “We can’t do this alone. This bastard’s heavy,” you looked down at him in disgust, “Who do you think we should get? Tig?”

Gemma nodded, “Tig. He knows a lot of hiding places for bodies.”

“Fine, chapel should be about wrapped up, I’ll go get him. You watch the lot,” you walked away murmuring about how Jax was going to kill you. 

Walking into the clubhouse, you sighed, the doors opened to the chapel and the Sons came strolling out. You were glad that Tig was the second one out, “Tig! Hey, Gemma needs your help with something!”

He paused to look at you, distrust plainly evident, “With what?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “With something outside, asshole! Please?” If he made you beg, you swore to God that you were gonna kill him.

“Hey darlin’! Aren’t you going to come say hello?” Jax grinned at you. 

You smiled at him and leapt into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as you kissed him. “Does mom need my help?”

“Uh no, no! She was just trying to get some stuff ready for storage. I knew that you and Clay have a meeting in Oakland, so I thought Tig would be the best one to help,” you replied sweetly.

Jax narrowed his eyes at you, smacking his hand against your ass, smirking at your yelp, “You’re up to somethin’ sweetheart, I’ll get it out of you later. Tig go help ‘em.”

You smiled, not trusting yourself to speak, you turned quickly and grabbed Tig by his kutte and pulled him out the door. He had taken two steps outside when he saw the body and he froze.

“Nope, Hell no!” he all but yelled. You and Gemma both shushed him, “N. O. The last time I helped you two with a dead guy, I ended up with gun delivery for two weeks and missed out on all the pussy,” he just shook his head over and over. He started backing away with his hands up in the air.

“TIG! you shouted, “If you don’t help me, I swear to everything holy that I’ll tell Jax about you trippin’ balls on ‘shrooms, and that that is how I ended up with a black eye.”

He looked at you in surprise, “You wouldn’t! You know I thought you were one of those life size d-,’ his eyes narrowed as he watched you smirk, “You are one evil bitch, Y/N.”

You grinned at him, Gemma rolled her eyes, “Dead guy not staying fresh here?”

The three of you picked him up and were almost to the van, when the club doors opened, you looked at Tig who had just shut his eyes, “Dammit!”

“What the hell did you two do?!” Clay bellowed.

You and Gemma dropped the body and Tig fell backwards trapped under the guy. You spun around and started shaking your head, pointing at Gemma, “It was her, I had nothing to do with this one.”

“Traitor, she mumbled. “Clay I found the guy like this, we were just taking out the trash.”

Tig was yelling from under the guy, that he was heavy and smelled like he had shit himself and would someone please get him out from under him,

 Jax just shook his head at the three of you, “You’re all very unbalanced individuals.”

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Male Waistcoat-Shirt Revamp by Julie J

You need the Cool Kitchen Stuff Pack for this to show in game.

In game pic - Jeans and boots by karzalee (Studio K Creations)

Teen through to Elder - Everyday, Formal and Party Wear

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Who Are You?

Originally posted by spnjensenlove02

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: 346

Part 1 of Shocking Awakening

“Dean…” You groaned, rolling over in your sleep. “Damn it, Dean!” You snapped, the effects of the night before still lingering.

Dean grumbled, ignoring the voice saying his name, and believing the crying was a dream. However, the loud slamming of a door jerked him awake. Looking around, he furrowed his brows. “Where the hell am I??” He muttered before licking his lips and sitting up. Hearing little feet quickly making their way towards the door, he tried to think of what kids he knew.

Before he could process anything else, a little boy came flying through the door. “Daddy!” He grinned, jumping onto Dean. His little arms hugged him, hanging on as Dean got up.

Moving through the unfamiliar halls, he was panicking. Where was he?! “Oh, now he gets up.” Your sarcasm came from his right, making him look over. “Thanks for getting up with the kids like you promised.” His eyes watched as you moved around the kitchen, worrying about everyone but yourself. There was a somewhat messy infant in a pink high chair on the other side of the counter, completely oblivious to what was going on around her.  “I never ask for anything, Dean. I love you, and I tell you to go enjoy yourself all the time. You deserve it. I asked for one night with my friends, and the chance to sleep in. You agreed, and still, I’m doing everything.” Sighing, you poured a cup of coffee and placed it near the counter by him. “So, can you tell me what the hell is up? Because ‘I was tired’ is a bs excuse.” One hand was on the counter, the other on your hip. “I’m waiting, dear husband!”

“I don’t know who you are.” He told her softly. “I don’t know where I am.” He added. “I don’t know who these kids are…” His voice cracked, because he hated seeing the pain wash across her face. “Who are you?” Dean breathed.

The little boy clinging to him looked from Dean, to you. “Mommy?” He sounded sad. “Is daddy sick?”

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Eat Me

Pairing: Crowley x Reader
Word count: 550
Warnings: Smut. Oral Sex (Female)
Request: ( Anonymous ) Yay, you reopened your requests! Could you please do a humorous smutty fic with either Lucifer or Crowley - where they often verbally fight with a female reader and it’s loaded with sexual tension underneath, so when the reader says “Eat me!” meaning like “fuck off” then Lucifer/ Crowley takes it literary and just “as you wish” and snaps their clothes off, starting to eat them out? :)

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Hard and Fast

Title: Hard and Fast

Summary:  Imagine climbing into John’s lap and riding him hard and fast

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  John Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  686

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, fingering, slightly rough sex, unprotected sex,

Author’s Notes: This is nothing but smut. Written for my amazing bestie @mamapeterson because she deserves it.

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

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Past and Present

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

Pairing: John x Reader, past John x Mary
Word count: 1,215
Warnings: Angst, swearing
Request: Anonymous. Hi ! What about a John Winchester x Mary x Reader angsty fic? Like John is dating the reader and Mary comes back frome the dead & he doen’t know what to do??

Part 1 of Winchester Losses

“Mom…” Dean started, his voice soft. “There’s something you need to know. About Dad.”

Mary furrowed her brows at him. “What about him? Did he die?” She asked, worried.

Dean swallowed, not liking to be the one to have to give his mother the details to play catch up. “Dad’s seeing someone.” He couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eyes. “Her name is Y/N, she’s a hunter, travels with him.”

“Well, I was dead, Dean.” She tried to hide the pain in her voice. To her, no time had passed. John was still her husband.

That conversation echoed in her head as she stood next to him, both of them leaning against the side of the Impala. You and John were across the parking lot, your arms around his neck, his hands on your hips. “She’s young.” Mary muttered, her heart clenching. She watched as you laughed, your head leaning against the window of the truck. When John kissed you deeply, she looked away, towards Dean. “More like someone that you should be seeing. Not your father.”

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My Own Worst Enemy

Originally posted by spn-spam

SUMMARY: Dean wakes up not sure what happened last night, you aren’t home and he can’t remember anything.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester x Reader (mentioned)

Word Count: 790

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: This was written for @atc74‘s 1K celebration and I am soooo late posting it. I am so sorry between writer’s block that is kicking my ass to somehow suddenly developing a life (lol) I had the hardest time. I picked the song “My Own Worst Enemy” by Lit. Congratulations again on the 1K!!!

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The thumping noise that was reverberating through his skull brought him to consciousness slowly, it was the loud braying of the smoke alarm that finally rose him from the dead. He didn’t even need to open his eyes, he could see the bright morning light already, it felt like the sun was burning his retinas. ‘What the fuck happened last night?’ he thought miserably. “Babe,” he flinched with how loud his voice sounded as it echoed in the room.

 Slowly, Dean opened one eye and looked around.. ‘Where the hell am I? Wait…am I on the floor?’ Groaning, he managed to push himself up from the living room floor. Sitting on his knees, he shook his head trying to determine if he were still drunk or not. “Damn, we really tied one on last night,” he muttered. “Y/N? Where are you? Why is the window open?”

 He stood up, chuckling to himself, he scratched his stomach as he walked toward the kitchen where the smoke alarm was still beeping loudly. “Sweetheart, did you try to cook….again?” Dean looked confused when he noticed that there was nothing on the stove, the only smoke he could see was from a cigarette that had managed to singe some receipts in the decorative dish that sat on the counter. “What the hell? She only smokes when she’s pissed at me, what the fuck happened?” Quickly he sat the smoking dish into the sink, turning the faucet on. While the water took care of that, he grabbed the broom and knocked the smoke detector down, which thank god finally silenced as the batteries popped out.

“Alright, dumbass think! What happened last night?” he said. The whole night was a blur, he knew that the reason you all had went out was to blow off steam. Some jag off at your work had been giving you a hard time about being female. Dean shook his head, trying desperately to remember the events of the night. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, then headed for the bathroom, he needed a shower and hoped that everything would become clear after that. Once, he made it to the bedroom he paused, the bed hadn’t been slept in. He quickly patted his pockets looking for his cell phone, finding it he hurriedly unlocked and found your number. He stood there repeating over and over to please just pick up the phone, when it went to voicemail, he knew had messed up bad, that and the message itself told him how bad he had fucked up.

“Hey, it’s Y/N, I can’t take your call right now, so do your thing and I’ll get back to you as soon as i can. If, however this is Dean, please go straight to hell!”

Dean threw his phone on the bed, he debated on just heading out to find you, seeing as how he slept in his clothes last night. No, he thought it was better to try and remember what he had done, before he found you. Quickly, he grabbed some clean clothes and headed towards the bathroom, as he walked past the front window, he paused and took two steps back as he stared in confusion, “Why the hell is my car in the yard?”

 “Okay, remember!!!” He made it into the bathroom, stripping of his shirt, he started the water and let his mind think about last night. He remembered going to the bar, ordering shot after shot, at first everything was clear and then things started getting murky. Stepping under the spray, he closed his eyes.

Flashes of the night started appearing before his eyes, he remembered crawling in the window, cause he couldn’t get his key to work, next it was a flash of pulling into the yard because he had said something wrong at the bar.  What the hell had he said????

 Frustrated, he punched the shower wall, he saw Sam for just a minute, grabbing his arm to pull him out of the way of something, ‘FUCK! I can’t remember what was said, or what she threw at me!’

He rinsed himself off then got out of the shower, he shut the water off and as he was toweling off, he finally remembered what he had said, rolling his eyes, he couldn’t believe how dumb he was let alone how he was his own worst enemy. He pulled his jeans on and walked out of the bathroom, he returned to the bedroom and grabbed his phone. Pressing call, he stood tensely, this time though you picked up and he felt his heart start beating again, “Y/N?  Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk?”