r/simsfreeplay

Less than 1% chance but somehow I got it. It’s one of my favs for sure.

I’ve been trying pretty hard to get this haunted house but idk, what do you think?

I’ve been searching everywhere on YouTube for videos of the original babies interacting with adults (cuddle, entertain) but can’t find them anywhere :(. Just for a bit of nostalgia. The closest I got was finding a quite blurry and zoomed out video from 12 years ago showing the feeding action.

After leveling up the town fire station, I was able to build this with my rewards!

I have a puppy at one of my houses & he continually disappears! I thought I fixed it yesterday- but now she’s been asleep for like….12 hours (when I went to bed she was in the same dog bed as she is this morning) is this a glitch?

I was able to make my sim play with her, but afterwards she went right back and went to asleep.
The other animals in my homes all wander around, I’m so confused. 😂🥴🤦‍♀️

This is my current progress now.

Idk, I might be really stupy, but I don't understand what is required here...

The kiss followed them out of the gazebo.

It pulled them deeper into the garden, away from the lanterns and the distant laughter, until they reached a secluded white fabric chaise longue nestled beneath a heavy arch of cherry blossoms.

The château disappeared behind flowers.
So did everything else.

Carolina reached him first.
She guided him down and then climbed over him, straddling his lap, her dress riding up her thighs as she kissed him with a hunger that felt like it had been waiting a lifetime.

Tom was drowning in her.
Every sense of him was overwhelmed.
The warmth of her body pressing down hard on his.
The soft weight of her thighs bracketing his hips.
The rapid rise and fall of her chest against him.
Her scent - clean, floral, unmistakably Carolina - flooded his lungs until nothing else existed.

He couldn’t think. He felt intoxicated, delirious, as if all the years between them had simply burned away.

He’d imagined kissing her more times than he cared to admit.

In reality, it was infinitely worse.
Because she was there.
Because she kissed him back.

Their mouths crashed together again, deep and messy and desperate. Tongues sliding, teeth grazing, breath shared in ragged bursts. He kissed her like a man who had waited a lifetime, and she answered with the same hunger, rocking against him as her hands clutched his shoulders.

“I can’t believe this is real.”

“It doesn’t feel real.”

“No.”

“You’re the most perfect thing in the world,” he whispered against her lips between kisses, voice hoarse. “You’ve always been.”

She shivered at the words.
“I’ve dreamed about this… about you… for so long.”

The words went through him like heat under his skin, sinking deep, spreading through his chest and lower, until his whole body tightened with a sharp, aching want. For a moment he could barely breathe.

“What… What did you dream about?”

His voice came out hollow and rough, almost cracked, as he pulled back just enough to look at her.

Carolina’s eyes met his, dark and unguarded. Her hand came to rest against his chest, fingers curling lightly into the fabric of his shirt as she answered breathlessly.

“About your hands on my skin,” she whispered. “About you kissing me like this. About finally knowing what it felt like to be this close to you.”

She smiled faintly, almost embarrassed by the confession.

“And about what it would feel like if we ever stopped holding back.”

The words hit him like a spark on dry tinder.

His mouth crashed onto hers before he was even aware he'd moved. She answered him instantly, fingers tangling in his hair as though she'd been waiting years to do exactly that. Their kisses became hurried, almost desperate—mouths finding each other, losing each other, finding each other again. His lips traced her jaw, her throat, only to return to hers as if he couldn't bear the distance for more than a heartbeat. They were both breathing fast now, kissing messily—lips, neck, collarbone—hands exploring, bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt dangerously close to crossing every line they still had left. The distant music from the château felt like it belonged to another universe.

Tom wanted more.
He wanted everything.
He wanted to pull the rest of her dress off, to feel her completely, to finally know what it would be like to be inside the only woman who had ever made the world feel this vivid.

They moved together in a heated rhythm—kissing fiercely, bodies rocking, hands exploring—both of them trembling on the edge of something they knew they shouldn’t cross.

Carolina tilted her head without thinking, giving him more of her. His fingertips traced slowly down her back.
Somewhere between one kiss and the next, the strap of her dress slipped from her shoulder.

Neither of them noticed immediately.

Tom’s lips found the bare skin where the fabric had been only seconds before, kissing the warm curve of her collarbone. He tasted her there, slow and reverent, as if he could memorize her with his mouth.

Then Carolina took his hand.
She guided it slowly upward and placed it directly onto her bare breast, where the fabric had fallen away.

Tom froze.
His breath caught somewhere in his throat.

For a long, suspended moment he simply stared, his palm resting against her skin.

She was perfect.
So fucking perfect.
The kind of perfection he had not allowed himself to imagine in years.

The pure sight of her breast — pale, perfect, crowned with a flushed nipple — hit him like a physical blow. He had not seen, had not touched another woman’s breast like this in years.

But more than that, it was hers.
Carolina's.
Right there in his hand.
The reality of it was almost overwhelming.

His thumb moved of its own accord, brushing slowly over the soft curve. He kneaded her gently, reverently, eyes fixed on the way her flesh yielded to his touch. Fascination and disbelief warred inside him.

She was breathtaking. Devastatingly beautiful. And she was definitely not his to touch.

His mind was quiet. Dangerously quiet.

There was nothing left but her.

Just the feel of her.
The weight of her in his hand.
The way her heart hammered against his palm.

Carolina let out a trembling breath and arched into his hand, pressing herself more firmly against his palm. She kissed him again, deeper, her hips rolling against him in a slow, insistent rhythm. Her fingers trailed down his chest, moving lower, reaching for more.

And something inside him finally cracked.

The guilt hit like ice water.
It slammed into him so violently that for one impossible second he couldn't tell whether the blood pounding in his ears belonged to him or to Carolina beneath his hand.

Steph.
Waiting for him.
Trusting him.
Carrying a future they had built together while he sat here, greedily squeezing another woman’s bare breast like a starving man.

His stomach dropped.
The world tilted beneath his feet.

His breath caught.
His hand stopped.
Completely.

Carolina didn't notice at first. She was still looking at him with flushed cheeks and unfocused eyes, still caught in whatever current had swept them both beneath the blossoms.

Tom wasn't. Not anymore.
He felt as though someone had dragged him violently back to the surface after letting him drown.

The music returned.
The château.
The wedding.
His own name.

Everything came back at once.

He tore himself away from her, just enough for their foreheads to meet. They stayed there, breathing the same air, neither of them moving.

She looked at him, confused at first, her eyes still soft and unfocused, as though she hadn't returned to the world yet.

"If we do this now," he whispered, his voice barely holding together, "it will never be the same again."

His thumb lingered for one last heartbeat before he let his hand fall away.

"We will never be the same again."

The words hung between them like frost on the blossoms.

Carolina closed her eyes for a long moment. He watched the breath leave her, slow and unsteady, as though she were trying to exhale everything that had just happened.

Then she nodded once.

Slowly she climbed off his lap and adjusted her dress with trembling hands.
Tom reached for the fallen strap, carefully drawing it back over her shoulder before smoothing the fabric where it had slipped.

Neither of them spoke.
She couldn't look at him.
He couldn't stop looking at her.

Tom stood.
For a second, neither of them moved.
He touched her cheek once—gentle, almost reverent—then turned and walked back toward the château before the aching need could pull him under again.

The walk back into the main hall felt completely unreal.

Tom couldn't remember crossing the garden. He only remembered the sound of gravel beneath his shoes.
His whole body was still electric, every nerve singing with the memory of her mouth, her weight on his lap, the heat of her hand.
His body still remembered her.

The music grew louder with every step.
Laughter.
Glasses clinking.
Warm light spilling through the open doors.

It felt impossible that the world had kept moving.
He swallowed.
He had almost done it.
Almost crossed a line he could never uncross.

The realization settled in his stomach like a stone.

He moved through the celebration like a ghost.
First he found an old friend near the bar—someone from university who knew nothing of the last six months. They talked about nothing important for ten minutes.

Tom laughed when he was supposed to.
Nodded.
Asked a question or two.
Pretended his heart wasn’t still racing and his hands weren’t still remembering the shape of her.

Then he saw Steph.

She was sitting in a quiet corner, looking pale and exhausted, one hand resting over the small swell of her belly. When she noticed him she gave a small, tired smile. Tom’s chest constricted so sharply he almost couldn’t breathe.

He sat beside her. She leaned her head against his shoulder without a word.

“You okay?” she asked softly.

He couldn’t answer.

Someone was laughing across the room.
Someone else was asking where the champagne had gone. A waiter walked past carrying another tray of empty glasses.

The world had gone back to normal.
He hadn't.

"Just tired," he heard himself say. She nodded as though she believed him.

Somehow, that was the worst part. They left not long after.

The next morning the apartment felt too small for everything unsaid.

Steph was making coffee when he finally spoke.
"Steph..." His voice cracked before he'd even started.
"We need to break up."

She didn't move.

The kettle clicked off.
Somewhere outside, a car door slammed.

She stood perfectly still, one hand wrapped around her mug.
When she finally turned around, her eyes were already shining.

"Is it her?"

He looked at the floor.

"Carolina?"

He opened his mouth.
Nothing came.

"Is she the reason you could never really be here with me?"

He still couldn't answer.

She nodded before he'd managed to say a word.
"I thought so."

She set the mug down.
It made a soft sound against the counter.

Then she walked into the bedroom.

He heard drawers opening.

A suitcase.

Hangers scraping against the wardrobe rail.

He stayed where he was.
By the time he made himself move, she'd already folded half her clothes.

Every time he heard the zip of the suitcase, something inside him tightened.

When she was done she paused at the door, suitcase beside her.

“I loved you, Tom,” she said simply. “I really did. I just couldn’t be her.”

She hugged him.
He didn't move.

The door clicked shut.
The coffee she'd been making was still warm.

The guys are hanging out sharing a few drinks around the fire after another hard day of work.

Pool parties basically lol.

Hope everyone is enjoying their 4th! I have no plans so I've spent the day working on this lol. Sleek modern penthouse with plenty of outdoor space and 2 gardens. On the second floor, one side is for casual hanging out with a hot tub to relax in and the other side is for parties. Main floor has the pool and a covered BBQ area as well as the smaller garden to enjoy a drink or have a meal. The top floor is her bedroom suite with a private garden

This is the first time I’m actually doing the pregnancy events which I have a clear understanding on how to do does anyone know if I can finish this in five days time? And if not, does anyone have some tips?

So far I think I am doing okay with the challenges, on track on simchase and have won all previous 4 days. Crafts event is also looking good but from today there are more sims needed for tasks in simchase. I had to start alternating sims between simchase and craft event.

I do want to win both the challenges but in case I start lagging I am going to prioritise simchase

I had an infant baby girl who I aged up to a toddler. However, after eating the birthday cake, she became a boy dressed as a vampire who creeps around the house wherever he goes. I’m cool with being a boy mom, but does anyone know if it’s possible to undo this? 😭 I had one boy and one girl, and really liked decorating for both in my house.

(First two pics are from after. Last pic is from like a month ago.)

Complete with
Courtyard
Swimming pool
Restaurant
Movie theater
Spa
Hair salon
Gym
Yoga studio
Arcade room
8 uniquely fully furnished units with balcony and desert and courtyard views