#big cat husband household

[teddybeartoji]

anyway i want to introduce you all to my Big Cat Husband Household. this is an official thing i love them all. said household includes - black jaguar!toji, snow leopard!satoru, tiger!sukuna, black panther!suguru and mountain lion!tengen.

we all sleep on one bed and that bed is the size of a whole room btw they are massive. tengen and sukuna sleep on their backs while showing off their tummies to the world, satoru is always one move away from falling of the bed, suguru manages to be majestic even when he's asleep he looks like a statue with his paws crossed like that smh (i am jealous of his beauty) and i always end up sleeping under toji's side which means that i am at risk of him just turning over and suffocating me (i love it)

i also can never leave btw. like no bathroom breaks for me whatsoever bc i move an inch and suddenly i'm being yanked back to bed by any one of them and it's so??????????? weren't you just asleep?????????????????? they're all incredibly clingy (i also really love that ngl) oh and i die every summer. bc i am horrible with heat and they're all like HEATERS it's actually so bad and it's not like they really want to let me sleep anywhere else either smhhhhhhhhhh but since they love me<3 they take turns of sleeping with me in the living room instead of the bedroom

satoru also uhh kind of gets bullied by the others but he's genuinely so unbothered by it it's crazy. he also gets special treatment from me bc the others are mean and i am not, i like to baby him sm he gets the most ear scratches while the others glare at him from the other side of the room. satoru thinks it's very funny bc he loves the attention (the others love him too though dw i would actually kick them out if that wasn't the case)

sukuna and tengen tussle the most but it's all for fun they both like playing around a lot,, satoru often joins them too and it's a very entertaining thing to look at lmao toji and suguru typically just stare at them from the couch bc toji is lazy he just wants to lounge around all day and suguru thinks that he's better than the others in a way (?????)

(i also think it's really funny to add housecats dazai and chuuya to this household sometimes bc the idea of dazai and tengen sleeping in a patch of sunlight is so fucking funny,, dazai looks like a fucking twig next to tengen i think if the latter would place a hand over him he might actually break lmao chuuya and toji get along really well though they don't talk a lot but they just feel very comfortable around each other they also take naps together and it's the cutest sight ever)

the tongue baths go insane with them all btw but i won't get into that rn bc i might uhh have a heart attack..

[moonwoodhollow]

HOHENZOLLERN ALLEE 72-76

a German-inspired 1950s apartment build + a furnished flat

A build download that was in the works for almost a month and made me realise how much I love building local architecture even though it's not the easiest within the constraints of TS4.

It's meant to represent a realistic German apartment build, that is a bit run down and yet still feels homey and nostalgic to those of us growing up near or in these buildings. There's one furnished flat that is ideal for 2-3 sims and furnished in a retro 60s-90s look, that I hope you'll enjoy! This is also a BIG 1K followers gift, with which I want to show my deepest appreciation to all my followers, thank you so much!!

More info, screenshots + DL link behind the cut!

First a little history/backstory to this build:

This build is something you'd see very often in Middle to Northern Europe, less so in the UK, because brick builds there look similar but also different and I based my build off of Northern German brick builds.

The red brick used for these builds dominates the townscapes in quite a few cities where I live and has been used for a few centuries (see Brick Gothic). This build that I based on a real building, however, is more modern and was probably built after WW2, as the design choices, like using tiles on the facades of brick builds is something distinctively 1950s. I know there are older examples, but these buildings usually have more design and decor elements on the facades. These red brick builds were built en masse starting with the 1920s and were usually meant for low-income households. The same goes for the 1950s brick builds, which were built on top of ruins of older buildings destroyed in the war and oftentimes were cheaply constructed and usually don't receive the same appreciation that older pre-war brick builds get, so quite a few are already being demolished for more modern builds.

So what do you get with this build?

Hohenzollernallee 72-76 is a 40x30 lot that I placed in Evergreen Harbor on the Sprucewood Square lot. I created 2 versions of the building, one as a normal residential lot and another as a residential rental. Just choose whatever you want! There are 6 different flats, that have been renovated at different times, which is apparent from the condition of their kitchen and bathroom.. Each flat has its own basement room and the garden is shared between all tenants and there's a shared laundry room in the basement as well.

You'll also have a restaurant shell, the Burger Lab that is not functional currently, but you could make it so if you want.

The furnished flat is playtested and ideal for 2-4 sims max and is heavily 'lived in', meaning very cluttered. I personally see an older woman living there, whose husband already died and her daughter left as soon she turned 18, but the interior was never changed or renovated. I don't know, you could probably come up with a lot of story ideas!

CC is mostly included. You'll find an Excel file with the specific file names and the dl link for all CC that is not included. The build will probably still look okay-ish without the excluded CC but I strongly recommend downloading it, if you do not already have it.

Thank you, especially to these lovely creators: @budgie2budgie, @sforzinda, @surely-sims, @pluto-sims, @syboubou.

@myshunosun, @charlypancakes, @peacemaker-ic, @kkbsmm, @leaf-motif

@awingedllama, @kirsicca, @baufive, @lumenniveus, @kiwisim4 and many more!! it's because of you that this build looks the way it does <3

Uses items from the following packs: For Rent, Growing Together, High School Years, Cottage Living, Snowy Escape, Eco Lifestyle, Discover University, Island Living, Get Famous, Seasons, Cats and Dogs, City Living, Get Together, Get To Work, Werewolves, My Wedding Stories, Dreamhome Decorator, Strangerville, Vampires, Dine Out, Tiny Living, Laundry Day, Backyard Stuff, (Kits): Party Essentials, Basement Treasures, Greenhouse Haven, Bathroom Clutter, Everyday Clutter, Desert Luxe, Little Campers, Décor to the Max, Industriel Loft & Courtyard Oasis

Download: Google Drive | also up on the gallery: aeromantica (but you'll need the cc files from the Drive folder!)

-> Info: I tried to not include merged files, but there are about 3-5 that I missed, sorry :(

TOU: please don’t claim as your own or put behind paywalls etc. If you find any issues (wrong files, etc.) please let me know + tag me if you’ll use the house, I’d love to see it in your games.

[rensblade]

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃.

⟢ warnings/notes: husband! jing yuan x gender neutral! reader. toothrotting fluff, cute domestic banter tbh. husband yuan nation, please rise. not proofread, we die like tingyun. might be ooc. pls lmk if i got any of the hsr terminology wrong.. appreciate any type of feedback & please please pleaseee send me reqs if u have any ✩

“beloved, am i really that bad of a general?”

the all too familiar baritone of your husband’s voice fills in your ears, as you raise your gaze from the distance, only to watch him sulk from where he was sat upon the seat of divine foresight.

to anyone that squints, would be graced upon a phenomenon all too odd— jing yuan, one of seven arbiter generals, pouting.

“and what.. exactly makes you think so, ‘yuan?” you already knew the answer, but you still entertained the fact he was pouting, almost comically the same way yanqing does, when you deny him from making impulsive sword purchases.. or the same way mimi, your household lion, scrunches up her face and paws at your clothes when you tell her that she won't get any more snacks for the night.

said man sits up from where he's at, and abruptly makes his way down to where you're seated— at his desk. sorting through some of the things unattended earlier during his earlier escapade to fyxestroll garden.

“well.. you know.” he deadpans, staring down at you. you have to keep in a giggle, finding the way he waited so patiently for you to finish with the work at your side, almost akin to your precious lion who does the same.

you heave a sigh, but in an amused way, as you stack the last documents into a neat pile and turn in your chair, and upon being graced with your attention; your lover nearly falls dramatically into your arms.

“i can't help but think i should just hand over my resignation early. you know what, fu xuan probably saw this coming,” he fake-wails, as you caress his hair, cooing at the man who was currently at your feet.

eventually, he relents, when you tug a little hard on his fluffy white mane. “darling.. is this about cirrus?” the mere mention of the heliobus makes jing yuan glower, and you practically have to bite back your laughter at the expression, opting to clear your throat instead.

he stays silent for a second, then scrunches his face. “..absolutely not,” he retaliates in a serious tone. then, he slumps forward again, almost nuzzling into your lap as he tries to hypothesize. “it's just. i need some constructive criticism, before i actually hand over my position to someone else, you know,” he reasons, but you know better.

“right, why of course.” you humor him a little bit longer. pushing the general’s buttons has always been your favorite past time activity.

he pulls away, getting on his feet before he gathers your hands into his and gives you a solemn look. “you get me, my love. this is why we're married.”

that makes you crack a smile. jing yuan only raises a brow, but returns the smile nevertheless, a little hesitant. “yuan, i love you, but. you mean solid constructive criticism like.. i don't know, maybe it's about time you retired and took a big fat cat nap?” you suggest with a snort, and jing yuan simply huffs. (yeah, mimi definitely got the attitude from her dad).

you shake your head, dragging him to sit next to you as you elaborated. “in all seriousness.. you're not a bad general. not a bad mentor, father or husband, jing yuan. don't let that silly heliobi’s words get to your head.” the tall man, lets you cup his face, squishing his cheeks as you pepper kisses across them, as if to prove your point.

he simply gathers your form up into his arms, holding you tightly and you can't help but relax into the warmth he emits. he's truly a big cat. “you know, i’m starting to think this must be how birds that nest in your hair must feel.” you point out with a false-huff, after a minute of silence.

jing yuan chuckles at that, purposely tugging you by the waist; flush closer against his torso as he nuzzles into you— pale locks of his hair cloud your vision. “why, of course. a wise, little sparrow, you are.” he snuggles against you, golden eyes softening as they examine your reactions. “in fact, my favorite.” the baritone of his words send a pleasant wave of warmth through your body, you can feel him smile against your skin as he litters little kisses here and there.

to be fair, if you were held prisoner in his gentle yet steady hold forever, you were more than willing to be reduced to a mere bird, for eternity. okay, and maybe you would miss making snarky rebuttals at the general, but that's about it.

as you're resting yourself against him, a thought crosses your mind, and you'd bask in the silent affection but your loud thoughts cut you short. “and for the record, you still should've let me kick cirrus’s butt.” as expected, a hearty laugh booms from the man’s chest, the vibrations making your body tingle.

“i love you.” he says, practically purring, as the gigantic man nuzzles even further into the crevice of your neck, pressing yet another kiss to the spot he loves. his hair tickles your neck, but you love the familiarity of it all.

what a heavenly life you live, as the general’s personal songbird.

rensblade, 2023. please do not steal my writings or headers, i put a lot of effort into this. reblogs & comments are appreciated! pls send me asks/reqs, i write for most genshin or hsr or jjk characters as of now. thank u once again <3

[cherimoyatea]

Heyyyy I hope you are doing well!! Could you do rafayel as a girl daddd?? And the daughter is just like him, sassy and all? (Feel free to ignore!)

Hi Annonie!

I'm fine, thank you so much! Hope you're doing good too :)

Thank you for your request! I always imagined Rafayel as a girl dad, and I think their dynamic would be absolutely hilarious and nerve-wracking at the same time! Hope you like what I've come up with for this :)

Had so much fun researching a suitable name for his daughter and ended up sticking with Nerina, which comes from greek mythology and means ''mermaid'' hehe.

❧ Rafayel- Double Trouble

Pairing: Rafayel x You Word Count: 969 Tags: married au, comedy, rafayel and cats, bratty daughter, overstimulated mom, thomas being bullied, tara

''Moooom??'' You hear your daughter call from the other room while you're hiding in the bathroom, sitting on the closed toilet lid to escape the madhouse you call home. You've only been away for five minutes, and just from the tone of Nerina's voice, you can tell she's already quarreling with Rafayel.

With an exasperated sigh, you let your head fall back and silently count down—waiting for the other parent in your household to call for you, too.

''…3…2…1''

''Mcccc!?'' Ah, there it is! You roll your eyes at Rafayel's shrill voice, shaking your head at the Lemurian who sometimes feels like your second child.

''Nerina let that little demon into my studio! AGAIN!!''

The little ''demon'' is Miu, your daughter's pet cat and your husband's worst nightmare. Even though he's still convinced that every cat on earth exists solely to threaten his life, he couldn't deny his daughter's wish to adpot a cat and eventually gave in when she looked at him with those big, sunset-colored eyes she inherited from her father.

But now, the white ragdoll is a daily reminder that your patience is running thin with their quarreling and fights over whether the cat should be allowed to stroll around the studio or not. You sigh and reluctantly leave your hiding spot to face your rivaling family members, preparing yourself for the worst.

As you enter the studio, you see your husband and daughter standing opposite each other, arms crossed and pouting faces. You hold back a giggle at the scene in front of you, while a famous saying about the apple not falling far from the tree crosses your mind.

''Listen, Princess! Daddy loves you more than the ocean loves the beach, b-but I'm gonna snap if I see that 'thing' in my studio again!" Rafayel explains in a shaky voice, standing at a safe distance and pointing at Miu, who shamelessly nuzzles up on the orange couch, purring innocently. Nerina's pouty frown deepens as she hears her father's words. She stomps her foot and shakes her head, making her long locks sway with the movement.

''You're a meanie! Miu didn't even do anything, you just hate her!''

Rafayel's heart breaks a little at your daughter's words, while his face turns to you, his eyes almost pleading for you to step in.

Noticing his silent request for help, you walk closer and crouch down to your daughter hoping to smooth things over between your family members. ''No, honey, that's not true. Daddy loves Miu... he just doesn't like her spreading fur on his artwork, that's all.''

Nerina's expression brightens slightly at your words, the frown disappearing from her little face. Leaning in, she shields her mouth from her father and whispers in your ear, loud enough for Rafayel to hear.

''Mommy? I think Daddy is afraid of Miu...''

She nods, as if trying to convince you of her revelation, and you almost snort in response, quickly clearing your throat to hide your amusement—your sharp-eyed little daughter had clearly picked up on the obvious!

''I... what?! I'm not afraid, I just don't-'' Rafayel's protest is abruptly silenced by a stern look from you, his pout reappearing on his flushed, embarrassed face.

As much as he was proud of his little starfish, Nerina was already challenging him so much at her young age. ''Fine, fine...'' he mumbles, slowly stepping away with a sulk, his eyes locked on the white ragdoll on the couch.

When did his little girl grow up so fast? He sighs.

Later that day, you find yourself sitting in a quiet corner of the mall, having coffee with Tara. It's one of those rare occasions when you both get to enjoy a little chat since you became a mom.

You're completely engrossed in your conversation when a familiar voice suddenly echoes through the mall. You turn your head toward the sound, and your eyes widen as you spot Rafayel and Nerina, followed by Thomas, leisurely strolling through the fancy shops on the other side of the mall.

''Thomas! What's taking you so long?! Daddy promised me ice cream!'' You hear Nerina's sassy voice. She glances back at poor Thomas, who is struggling under the weight of several shopping bags filled with dresses, toys, and plushies. Beads of sweat trickle down his temples as he hurries to keep up.

When Rafayel had called earlier and invited him along on their shopping spree, Thomas clearly hadn't expected to become their pack mule. ''Coming, Miss...'' He replies, his voice heavy with exhaustion, narrowing his eyes at the purple-haired artist, as he once again questions every life choice that led him to become his manager.

''Give him a moment, my little starfish. Thomas isn't the youngest among us, yeah?" Rafayel jokes with an amused grin, patting his daughter's head as he turns to Thomas, raising an eyebrow and mimicking Nerina's sassy tone.

"Thomas! Come ooon, hurry up! My Princess asked for ice cream!"

A bright smile spreads across Tara's cheeks as she observes their interactions, while you shift in your seat, silently hoping your family doesn't notice you yet. ''Awww, like father, like daughter!'' She giggles, shifting her gaze back to you as she grips her coffee cup again. ''They're so cute, you must be proud of them!''

''More like 'outnumbered' you mean!'' You mumble under your breath, taking a sip of your own cup as you watch the trio disappear into the ice cream parlor.

Suddenly, a smile forms on your lips, and a warm, comforting feeling spreads through your chest as you think of your beloved husband and your precious daughter.

Sure, they could be a handful at times, but you wouldn't want it any other way... and you couldn't wait to get home to them later.

But for now, Rafayel was the parent in charge.

Thanks for reading

Cheri 🍒

[bumblebeehug]

Nursing home au… Natsu and Lucy meet as old people, Lucy lived a life of regret and wishes she had lived more — she always wanted to write a novel. Natsu, who’s captivated by Lucy’s eyes and her big personality, and the way she’s friends with everyone in the building, he tries to impress her by telling her all of his great adventures. Some are exaggerated, but they’re never lies. Lucy loves it, she often sits and waits for him at every meal so he can tell her more stories. In fact, she gets so inspired that she starts outlining her own adventure — written this time, with her in it (it’ll naturally become the Fairy Tail as we know it hehe).

They spend their days like this, but at some point Natsu gets curious about Lucy’s life: how did a pretty, successful woman like her end up in a nursing home alone? Lucy tells him, though she prefaces it by telling him that her life wasn’t nearly as fun as his: she grew up rich, her father fixed an arranged marriage for her as soon as she turns 18, and she spends her youth learning all about her husbands business. She admits that it wasn’t a happy marriage but it was civil and she had a child with him. She, however, refused her father’s traditional treatment. Her daughter was to see the world, experience all the things she never got to see. By the time her child was an adult and moved out, her husband died. Young, sadly, but in Lucy’s horror she realised that for the first time ever, she was free of worry. So she spent her time dedicated to growing her late husband’s business, and one day she got a letter from her daughter that told her all about her new family on the other continent. They seemed happy, but Lucy didn’t know their language so when she realised that she had a hard time managing normal household tasks, she left her mansion and went to this nursing home. Surprisingly, she tells Natsu that it’s now her life really felt like it started. No longer chained to her past, talking to people in a normal manner, hearing the amazing lives other people led — she even sneaks in that she wanted to be a journalist for a while, but that she never got around to it.

In return Natsu told his life story. He too had a rough start, abandoned in the woods and picked up by an odd community, but that he quickly found ways to make pocket money. When he had his money he realised that there was nothing stopping him from seeing the world — and that he did. He admits to never actually finding anyone to settle with, other than this cat he had in his youth, but that he had a couple of flighty romances before he went on to the next place. That if there’s anything he regrets it’s not stopping and smelling the flowers. He feels as if he was running from something his entire life, from commitment. But in the end his body begged for mercy, and after a couple of friends’ coercion he agreed to finally land. Nursing home it was.

Lucy felt for him, she really did. She had used her business to escape her world, too scared to leave it completely, but too fed up to feel attached. Natsu knew that she would have switched places with him in a heartbeat, but he also knew that he had wanted to meet her earlier. Maybe if they met as young he would have settled down. He could have appreciated the slow life, the type of life where he came home to a safe embrace and warm food on the table, and in exchange he’d bring her to as many adventures as she wanted.

One day the workers find that they’ve both passed. Likely at the same time. As they clean out Lucy’s room they find a note, written in Natsu’s old, shaky handwriting: “let’s go on adventures together”.

[trtlebuns]

Who would’ve thought?

Random things about T141 + Alejandro & Köing

Tags: Fluff and cursing (maybe?)

Alejandro Vargas

my man my man my man!!!!

Alejandro HATES!!! Spicy foods, even though he is Mexican and grew up in a Mexican household he CANNOT handle anything spicy

Wakes up at 6:45 everyday

His comfort clothing includes: a tank top or T-shirt with grey joggers and black/socks

He would often cook the meals (very house husband of him)

Hates alcoholic beverages, like he’ll drink them but won’t enjoy them

Favorite color is: Rosewood Pink

Favorite ice cream flavor is strawberry

He doesn’t wear cologne

He takes his skin care VERY serious

When he’s angry or excited he would talk in his native tongue

Will call out of work if his hair isn’t “hairing”

Likes to kiss you on the forehead near your edges

Likes to watch you get dressed

Wants to have a big family

If he could be any cartoon character he would be Milo from fish hooks

Has a tattoo of your initial behind his ear

Köing

Listens to lofi and jazz

A light sleeper

Hates pickles

Wears his mask in public but at home he wears a big sweater with a large hood to hide most of his face (specifically a deep purple sweater)

Likes all of the avengers movies and if one is coming out he would buy tickets in advance (like 3-6 months in advance)

Likes strawberry milk but is severely lactose intolerant

Hates raisins but likes grapes

His comfort outfit would be: at home, a onesie to match yours or if in public ( like he goes out there willingly) would be a hoodie and joggers with crocs

Enjoys putting on his eye makeup while you do your makeup

Still doesn’t know what “beat this face to the gods” mean, even though you only say it when you do your makeup

Is happy with being with you and having a cat or two (or any small animal of your choice)

Prefers to eat ketchup with anything

Likes sardines

Likes to hug you from the back

Favorite color is: Mulberry Purple

He wears your initial as a chain

Has a dad sneeze

GHOST (Simon Riley)

Hates anything super sweet or sweeting in general

Prefers coffee (black) over tea, but would drink it if it’s the only thing around

He likes pumpkin spice lattes (yes he’s a basic bi- brit 🫣)

Secretly adds weapons to you car every time he gets in it

Like why do you have a knife in your cup holder?? How did that get there, you wonder

Orders steak every time you guys eat out anywhere “fancy”

Wears a face mask when he’s out

Your nickname for him is “beady eyed brit”

Only kisses you on the cheek and the temple

He rolls his eyes at everything

“Omg mon, you didn’t have to get me this??” You said happily as you hugged Simon. “I wouldn’t have gotten it, if you didn’t stop pestering me about it” He sighed and rolled his eyes knowing that he would buy you the world if you only mentioned it once

He loves peppermints

He likes to watch you…just do you

You’re in the kitchen? Boom, he’s leaning on the fridge watching you. You’re in the bathroom fixing your hair, Boom, he’s sitting on the toilet seat just staring. You’re walking around talking on the phone? Boom, he’s right there in arms distance listening and watching you. Just watching

He listens to classical music

Comfort fit: anything that’s lying on the floor closest to him or anything that seems comfy to him, could be shorts and a shirt or joggers and topless as long as he’s comfy he don’t care

Prefers to be just with you but wouldn’t mind stretching the family

He likes to skip rocks

He knows how to skateboard

Weirdly obsessed with peanut butter because of the “protein”

Favorite color is: Juniper Green

He goes makeup shopping with you because you need to know what type of eye makeup he wears that lasts through literal war

SOAP (Johnny Mactavish)

Hates coconut flavored anything! It could artificial or down to the real deal he HATES IT

Likes to yell at the tv

Must take a bite of your food, it doesn’t matter if you both have the same thing or not. He needs a bite and his reasoning is “I’m testing for poison”

Get you a man who CARES!

Would rate your burps out of 10

Let’s you paint his nails

He spills the tea and so do you

Johnny bursts through the door, and started you “BIIIIIIITCH!!!” Johnny says as he shakes his head walks towards you, you already know the tea is piping HOT! “Let me tell you what price done said over the phone just now” he says as he props down on the bed and you get into a sitting position “I’m all ears babe” you get ready for the most juiciest information of you life

Likes to pee/shit while you’re in the bathroom (it’s his favorite activity)

He rock climbs for a hobby

Favorite color is: Coin Silver

Always calls and never text in advance that he needs to talk

Comfort outfit: pajama bottoms, bunny slippers, and topless or a tanktop

Likes to sleep in cold temperatures

Tackles you with hugs and kisses whenever he sees you

You’re on the phone trying to pay a bill? Boom, he’s right next to you kissing your head and hugging you from the back. You’re trying to get ready for work? Boom, you’re making out and now you gotta call off work…AGAIN!

Listens to a lot of Megan thee stallion because he heard you playing thot shit

Hates the texture of cottage cheese

He’s a horrible cook and so are you, but you both try your best and end up ordering out

Likes to throw things at you and act as if he had no idea what you’re talking about when you ask if he threw something at you

“Ow, what the fu-“ you say as you scratch your head and look at the ground and see an orange crayon on the floor. You look up and see Johnny at the table with a coloring book and crayons “J did you just throw this at me” you question as you raise the crayon. He looks and you and you look at him… “I have no idea what you’re talking about” he says calmly as he goes back to coloring. You sigh, “then how did this get over here?” You roll your eyes and put your hand on your hip. “It must’ve been already over there” he shrugs while continuing his activity with a small smirk pulling at his lips

Likes to eat haggis ( Scottish bastard )

Knows how to play the flute

He would like to have 3 kids and 2 dogs (specifically a Rottweiler and Doberman)

[moonfromearth]

🎁 300 Followers Celebratory CC Free Sim Dump!! 🎁

I can't believe the blog has made it to over 300 followers!! 😱 Thank you all so much for following and being so incredibly supportive. It really means the world to me. 🥰

I know I haven't been around very much but I promise that this is the beginning of me posting more again! So stay tuned for the return of the Horse Ranch series and my upcoming For Rent series that will probably be getting teased more soon... 😏

With that out of the way, here are the sims!

The theme for this was chosen via poll and I had so much fun seeing what everyone picked! I don't know why I was so surprised that "families" won because I wasn't sure what I expected to win 😆

All four of these families are cc free (if it says cc in the gallery I swear there's no cc! I haven't figured out the culprit but it still says they have cc in my gallery so idk 🤷‍♀️) and all have set careers, clubs, skills, and dynamics! Hopefully they all turned out good 😅

Enjoy! 😉

Full Sim Dump [Google Drive]

[Profile photos, brief descriptions, and individual household download links are all under the cut!]

Household 1 - The Li-Suwan Family

After quitting her job after the birth of their first child, Ying was hoping to go back into the work force, but with two new babies and her mother around, that's near impossible! Meanwhile, Min is in her rebellious phase, feeling like the whole world is against her, except for her grandmother. Erik is struggling to make friends and Kenny is the golden child but feels his crown slipping a way with the new babies in the house.

Li-Suwan Family Download Link [Google Drive]

Household 2 - The Hawley Family

Husbands Grant and Will have completely devotd themselves to the raising of their three kids, but with their oldests attending college classes their parenting roles are beginning to dwindle. Kamryn has given her all to school while Kayson enjoys a more laid back experience, frequenting the campus parties. Youngest, Hallie, dreams of being an actress but for now enjoys her childhood with family dog.

Hawley Family Download Link [Google Drive]

Household 3 - The Whitaker-Perez Family

Sloane and Karla have been waiting forever to adopt a child, and finally after all their years of waiting young Zane has entered their home! An energetic, rambunctious kid, Zane isn't quite sure what to make of his new mothers, one a quirky school teacher and the other a serious and professional doctor, but he's hoping that they'll all get used to their new family dynamic… However long that could take.

Whitaker-Perez Family Download Link [Google Drive]

Household 4 - The Barretts

Jayda Barrett is planning on going places. She's climbing up the corporate ladder, slowly but surely, with big dreams of becoming a huge executive or CEO, a position that brings in the big simoleons. Jayda is a single mom to an imaginative and horse loving toddler, Myla, who roams the house going on grand adventures with their cat, Carrot, already developing big dreams of her own.

Barrett Household Download Link [Google Drive]

[simsbyali]

Sims 4 TV Family Legacy Challenge

My husband and I worked on this together... It's a Legacy Challenge based on TV families from shows... Of course I left out the families with horrible personalities (Such as the Cosby Show (Bill Cosby) and All in the Family (Let's face it, Archie was a racist... But, hey, if you want to add them into your challenge, that is entirely up to you!

TV Family Legacy Challenge: 

Rules are simple: 

Infants have to remain infants for the entire time. 

Toddlers can be aged up if they get level 3 in all skills, or level 5 on one skill. 

Children can be aged up either by completing their aspirations or by becoming an A student 

Teenagers can be leveled up either by completing their aspirations or by becoming an A student 

Adults must finish at least one level of aspiration before they die. 

Can be done in any order, and you are allowed to use cheats. I understand the game gets annoying without cheats. 

Generation 1: The Addamses 

“They’re creepy and they’re kooky, mysterious and spooky, they’re all together ooky, the Addams Family” 

Starts with a patriarchal household (Gomez Addams) 

Must have either Successful Lineage or Famously Wealthy Aspiration 

Must have Romantic and Gloomy traits 

Must have a partner with the same traits, but Soulmate Aspiration 

Inherited money, so you or your partner don’t have to work a day in your life (feel free to use the Motherlode cheat to become filthy stinking rich) 

Feel free to add Fester and Grandmama, if you’d like. 

Must have at least 3 children, and at least 1 of those children must be a boy. The youngest child will be the heir. 

Generation 2: The Munsters 

“The lesson I want you to learn is: It doesn't matter what you look like. You can be tall or short or fat or thin, or ugly or handsome, like your father, or you can be black or yellow or white. It doesn't matter. But what does matter is the size of your heart and the strength of your character.” 

After growing up in a family who was wealthy, you didn’t need to work. You had all the money you could ever need. Now you can focus on raising your family. Your story begins as a young adult. 

Patriarchal head (Grandpa Munster) 

Optional Pack: Sims 4 Vampires/Werewolves 

Must have Successful Lineage aspiration 

Must have Gloomy and genius traits 

Must have at least 1 daughter, and the daughter must marry a green man (who has the personality trait Childish) and live with you. 

Have 1 grandson, who will be the heir for the next generation. 

Generation 3: The Bradys 

“Here’s a story, of a lovely lady, who was bringing up 3 very lovely girls. All of them had hair of gold, like their mother, the youngest one in curls.” 

Growing up, you were sheltered and didn’t get to talk to people all that much. When you finally meet someone, it’s love at first sight. You settle down in a nice house and raise your family together. Your story begins as a young adult. 

Patriarchal Head (Mike Brady) 

Must have Big Happy Family aspiration 

Must have Romantic and Family-Oriented traits 

Must have 6 children, 3 girls and 3 boys. The youngest girl or boy will be the heir. 

Must have a maid. 

Optional Pack: Sims 4 Cats & Dogs  

Generation 4: The Partridges 

“We had a dream, we'd go travelin' together, We'd spread a little lovin' then we'd keep movin' on.  Somethin' always happens whenever we're together We get a happy feelin' when we're singing a song.” 

Growing up in a large family, you were used to being invisible, after all, you were the youngest girl. You meet a guy, have some kids. You then become the lead singer for your kids’ band, although at first you’re too shy to be in front of people. Your story begins as a young adult. 

Matriarchal Head (Shirley Partridge) 

Must have Musical Genius aspiration 

Must follow and max out the Singer occupation 

Must have Family Oriented and Outgoing traits 

Must have 5 kids: 2 girls, 3 boys (make sure the heir is a boy to continue onto the Full House generation, unless you want to skip to one of the optional families) 

Marry your soulmate and then lose him once the oldest son becomes a teenager. 

Optional Pack: Sims 4 Cats & Dogs 

Or 

Generation 4: The Ricardos 

“Lucy, you got some ‘splainin’ to do!” 

Growing up in a large family, you were used to being invisible, after all, you were the youngest boy. You meet the love of your life and together you move into a small house, and you follow your dream of becoming a lounge singer. Your story begins as a young adult. 

Patriarchal Head (RIcky Ricardo) 

Must have Musical Genius aspiration 

Must follow and max out the Singer career path 

Must have Hot-headed and Music Lover traits 

Must have at least 1 son 

Must have a wife that has red hair, and has the traits of Family-Oriented and Jealous traits 

Optional Pack: Sims 4 Dine Out- Open your own restaurant and become successful.   

Generation 5: The Tanners 

“Whatever happened to predictablity? The paperboy, milkman, evening TV? You miss your old familiar friends waiting just around the bend.” 

With your family being successful in music, you move into a big house and meet your partner. You get married and get a job working in Journalism. Your story begins as a young adult. 

Patriarchal Head (Danny Tanner) 

Must have the Best-Selling author aspiration 

Must follow the Journalist career path 

Must have Neat and Family-Oriented traits 

Must have at least 3 daughters 

Lose wife in a tragic accident 

(Optional: Add Joey and Uncle Jesse to your household) 

Optional Pack: Sims 4 Cats & Dogs 

Generation 6: The Winslows 

“It’s a rare condition, this day and age, to read any good news on the newspaper page. And love and tradition of the grand design, some people say it’s even harder to find. Well, there must be some magic clue inside these gentle walls cause all I see is a tower of dreams, real love bursting out of every seam.” 

After a long successful line of entertainers, you decide to take a different approach. After you move out, you fall in love with a non-entertainer, get married, and move into a house big enough for 8 people. Your story begins as a young adult. 

Matriarchal Head (Estelle Winslow) 

Must have Big Happy Family aspiration 

Must have Family-Oriented and Cheerful traits 

Must marry a policeman 

Must have a son who becomes a police officer 

Son (Hot-Headed and Family-Oriented traits) and wife must live with you after your husband dies. 

Have at least 3 grandchildren 

(Optional: Add Aunt Rachel and Ritchie to household) 

(Also Optional: Make Steve Urkel) 

Generation 7: The Banks 

“I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie ‘Yo holmes, smell ya later’ Looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.” 

Inspired by your father, you decided to follow in his footsteps and join a criminal justice career. You worked from the ground up and became a successful judge, married a beautiful woman, and settled down in a mansion in the fanciest part of town. Your story begins as a young adult. 

Patriarchal Head (Phillip Banks) 

Must have either the Successful Lineage or Fabulously Wealthy aspiration 

Must have a career in Secret Agent (Base Game) 

Must have Foodie and Hot-Headed traits 

Must have a maid or butler 

Must have at least 4 children (2 girls, 2 boys) 

Nephew comes to live with you (Nephew’s traits should be Romantic and Ambitious) 

(Optional: Add Jeff as Will’s best friend) 

Optional Packs: Get to Work for Detective career or DIscover University for Judge career 

Generation 8: The Spellmans 

“What’s the matter? I have to be a witch, I have to be a mortal, I have to be a teenager, and I have to be a girl, all at the same time. That’s what’s the matter.” 

You have a good life, you’re living with your sister, and you have a good relationship with your brothers. You’re not too fond of the fact that one of your brothers married a woman who is so unlike the family, but, you love him all the same. You’ve offered to take your brother’s daughter should he end up dying. Your story starts when you reach young adult. 

Matriarchal Head (Zelda or HIlda Spellman) 

Must have the Big Happy Family aspiration 

Must have the Neat and Ambitious traits (Zelda) or Childish and Slob traits (Hilda) 

Must work in some sort of Science field (Zelda) 

Must be good friends with both of your brothers. 

Take in your niece when she’s a child and raise her after her parents’ early demise. 

Optional Packs: Realm of Magic and/or Cats & Dogs 

Generation 9: The Gilmores 

“If you’re out on the road, feeling lonely and so cold, all you have to do is call my name and I’ll be there on the next train. If you need me, I will follow, anywhere that you tell me to.” 

Losing your parents at a young age and being sent to live with your aunts wasn’t exactly something that you were thrilled about. Which is why you become a wild child. Your story starts when you reach teenager.  

Matriarchal Head (Lorelai Gilmore) 

Must have Successful Lineage aspiration 

Must have Cheerful and Ambitious traits 

Must be in the Management branch of the Business career path 

Get pregnant as a teen 

Have at least 1 daughter 

Must not date until your heir is a teenager 

Generation 10: The Prouds 

“You and me will always be tight. Family every single day and night, even when you start acting like a fool, you know I’m loving every single thing you do. I know that I can always be myself around you more than anybody else.” 

As a young adult, you begin to resent your mother for having you way too young and you begin to put a rift between you and your mom so you move out and get married to a swinger. Your story begins when you turn into a young adult. 

Matriarchal Head (Suga Mama) 

Must have the Successful Lineage aspiration 

Must have Family-Oriented and Lazy traits 

Must have 1 son with the Master Chef aspiration; Foodie and Ambitious traits 

Your son gets married and has 3 children 

After your husband dies, you move in with your son and his family 

Optional Pack: Cats & Dogs 

(You can either end it with the Prouds or you can continue with other generations) 

Optional Generations 

The Stephens (Bewitched) 

Patriarchal Head (Darrin Stephens) 

Must have Soulmate aspiration 

Must join the Management path of the Business career 

Realm of Magic: Must be married to a Spellcaster (Optional) 

Have 2 children 

The Bundys (Married... with Children) 

Patriarchal Head (Al Bundy) 

Must have Party Animal aspiration 

Must have Slob and Mean traits 

Must have 2 children (1st child when you’re a teenager) 

Get to Work: Own your own retail store (Optional) 

Marry the mother of your child 

Wife must have Materialistic and Lazy traits 

The Taylors (The Andy Griffith Show) 

Patriarchal Head (Andy Taylor) 

Must have Angling Ace aspiration 

Must join a career that involves Law Enforcement (Special Agent – Base Game, Detective – Get to Work, Judge – DIscovering University 

Marry and have 1 son 

Lose your wife 

The Arnolds (The Wonder Years) 

Patriarchal Head (Jack Arnold) 

Must have the Big Happy Family aspiration 

Must have Hot-Headed trait 

Must join the Management branch of the Business career 

Must have 3 children 

The Taylors (Home Improvement) 

Patriarchal Head (Tim Taylor) 

Must have Nerd Brain aspiration 

Must max out Handiness level 

Must have 3 children 

Must have Outgoing and Family-Oriented traits 

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Three women dressed in Middle-Age period garb as alewives. Hulton-Deutsch Collection/Corbis via Getty Images

Up until the 1500s, brewing was primarily women’s work – that is, until a smear campaign accused women brewers of being witches. Much of the iconography we associate with witches today, from the pointy hat to the broom, may have emerged from their connection to female brewers.

A routine household task

Humans have been drinking beer for almost 7,000 years, and the original brewers were women. From the Vikings to the Egyptians, women brewed beer both for religious ceremonies and to make a practical, calorie-rich beverage for the home.

In fact, the nun Hildegard von Bingen, who lived in modern-day Germany, famously wrote about hops in the 12th century and added the ingredient to her beer recipe.

From the Stone Age to the 1700s, ale – and, later, beer – was a household staple for most families in England and other parts of Europe. The drink was an inexpensive way to consume and preserve grains. For the working class, beer provided an important source of nutrients, full of carbohydrates and proteins. Because the beverage was such a common part of the average person’s diet, fermenting was, for many women, one of their normal household tasks.

Some enterprising women took this household skill to the marketplace and began selling beer. Widows or unmarried women used their fermentation prowess to earn some extra money, while married women partnered with their husbands to run their beer business.

Exiling women from the industry

So if you traveled back in time to the Middle Ages or the Renaissance and went to a market in England, you’d probably see an oddly familiar sight: women wearing tall, pointy hats. In many instances, they’d be standing in front of big cauldrons.

But these women were no witches; they were brewers.

They wore the tall, pointy hats so that their customers could see them in the crowded marketplace. They transported their brew in cauldrons. And those who sold their beer out of stores had cats not as demon familiars, but to keep mice away from the grain. Some argue that iconography we associate with witches, from the pointy hat to the cauldron, originated from women working as master brewers.

Just as women were establishing their foothold in the beer markets of England, Ireland and the rest of Europe, the Reformation began. The religious movement, which originated in the early 16th century, preached stricter gender norms and condemned witchcraft.

Male brewers saw an opportunity. To reduce their competition in the beer trade, some accused female brewers of being witches and using their cauldrons to brew up magic potions instead of booze.

Unfortunately, the rumors took hold.

Over time, it became more dangerous for women to practice brewing and sell beer because they could be misidentified as witches. At the time, being accused of witchcraft wasn’t just a social faux pas; it could result in prosecution or a death sentence. Women accused of witchcraft were often ostracized in their communities, imprisoned or even killed.

Some men didn’t really believe that the women brewers were witches. However, many did believe that women shouldn’t be spending their time making beer. The process took time and dedication: hours to prepare the ale, sweep the floors clean and lift heavy bundles of rye and grain. If women couldn’t brew ale, they would have significantly more time at home to raise their children. In the 1500s some towns, such as Chester, England, actually made it illegal for most women to sell beer, worried that young alewives would grow up into old spinsters.

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Sterling Household-Sick Giant

"I'm going to help Sterling." Cassia declared at the table in their tiny kitchen, hidden within the walls of the human’s home.

Milton jerked back in surprise, choking on his tea. “Wh…what do you mean?”

“He’s been sick for the past day. Throwing up and bedridden. I think it would be good for us to help somehow.” Cassia explained. “He already knows about us and has saved Emma and our kids. I think this would be good for our relations.”

“Relations?! There are no relations with a human!” Milton looked shocked and confused.

“It can’t be helped. We have relations with him now. We either make them good, or we move. What if he gets annoyed with us? Hmmm?” Cassia challenged her husband.

Milton sighed. Cassia grinned, knowing she had won.

“See? Relations can’t be helped now. We might as well take advantage of a tame bean.”

“What do we suggest we do?” Milton asked.

***** “This is insane!” Emma grumbled as she helped Cassia gather supplies- a thimble for carrying water, thread for rope, an upturned metal cap for a pot, and other gear that would be useful for their task.

“Well, we don’t want to seem ungrateful; he did help you, after all.” Cassia pointed out.

“I know, I know. But I don’t have to like it.”

“Did you get what I asked for?” Cassia asked her friend.

“Of course! It was easy, I’m a pro at fishing, I know all the best spots.” Emma said with pride. She pulled off her backpack and opened it showing three big fish. Or big fish compared to the borrowers, to a human the fish would be more like small guppies.

“Perfect! Milton’s gonna use those to lure Whiskers out of the way!”

Cassia took a deep breath and stepped out from the walls, exposed on the giant's countertop.

Milton stood at the bottom with their children. He threw a grappling hook to the counter, which Cassia helped latch. Then, they worked together to get their children to climb up. Next, Cassia lowered the fish down.

“Why can’t I stay with Papa? I can help!” Agnes protested with a pout.

“You stay with your mother; I don’t want you near his cat! It’s better if I do this alone. Now you be good for her. She’ll need all the help she can get for this,” Milton shouted up to his family and disgruntled daughter.

Cassia shot her husband a grateful smile. "It'll be alright, dear. We'll look out for each other," she said gently. “Now, you be careful!”

Milton nodded. Leaving to find the giant feline.

"Here, kitty-kitty..." Milton called in a sing-song voice, watching Whiskers' ears perk up from her dozing spot by the hearth. With a flick of her tail, she rose, her movements graceful and silent—a stark contrast to the frantic beating of Milton's heart. Milton had tied the fish together to a string. He broke out in a run, pulling the treat with him.

Leading her through the open back door, Milton danced just beyond her reach, the string pulling a fat, yummy fish, enticing the cat. Whiskers pounced, playful yet deadly. He darted left, then right, his small size an advantage in the game of cat and mouse they played. He spun around as Whiskers took hold of the fish. Whiskers started purring up a storm as she ate the treat. Giving Milton time to move around her and push the door closed, using all his might.

On top of the counter, the borrowers paused to catch their breath, the vast kitchen spreading out before them. Cassia took charge, pointing out the locations of knives, cutting boards, and ingredients.

"We'll need to work together to manage these giant tools," she said. Emma and her children voiced their agreement.

They slowly dragged the knife across the counter to a potato, then worked in unison to slice off chunks of the hearty vegetable. Their tiny arms strained from the effort.

Emma and Cassia worked together to push one of the pots still on the stovetop onto the burner. They then turned on the stove and filled the pot with water, using their buckets. This took a long time, and they only managed to fill it about ¼ of the way.

Soon, aromatic steam rose from their pot as the broth simmered. Cassia gave an approving nod, heart swelling with pride for her family and friends. By working together, they could achieve the impossible.

Emma turned off the giant stove, the dial clicking loudly in the silence of the kitchen. The rich scent of herbs permeated the air as the borrowers peered into the steaming pot.

"It's ready," Emma declared. "Let's fill up our containers and get this to Sterling."

The group worked efficiently, ladling the fragrant broth into thimble-sized buckets. The tiny containers looked almost comical next to the giant pot, but the borrowers knew every drop could aid in Sterling's recovery. Or, at the very least, Sterling would be flattered they went to all this work for him.

The borrowers entered Sterling's room. The giant bed loomed before them, its great expanse of fabric forming rolling hills and valleys from their minuscule perspective.

Cassia secured her rope and began scaling the bedspread, gripping the fibers like climbing holds. Emma followed close behind until they reached the summit.

Carefully, Cassia slid the bucket off her back and gazed at Sterling. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, face flushed with fever. She felt a pang of sympathy for the ailing man.

Cassia looked over the edge of the bed; she sighed in relief to see that her husband Milton had returned. Cassia tugged on the rope, helping Milton haul up the soaked cloth they had prepared. Though thin as gauze to Sterling, it took all their strength to shift the giant fabric.

Soon, the other borrowers joined them on the bed. Together, they took up positions around the cloth and heaved, maneuvering it towards Sterling's head. Their tiny hands strained against the weight, muscles burning with effort.

Finally, they aligned the cloth over Sterling's forehead. The man sighed, his body relaxing subtly as the cool fabric soothed him. The borrowers released their grip, allowing themselves a moment of rest before moving to administer the broth.

Cassia took a deep breath to steady her nerves as she approached Sterling's head, a thimble of broth in hand. She was struck by how vulnerable the human looked in repose, his usually lively features now slackened by fever. Gingerly, she climbed onto his pillow, boots denting the fabric. At this proximity, she was dwarfed by his enormous size, barely the length of his ear. Still, she felt no malice from the gentle man.

Joining Cassia, the other borrowers followed suit, tiny feet padding over Sterling's blanketed form. Their movements were cautious but purposeful as they positioned themselves around the giant's head.

Lila bounced excitedly.

Pippin looked nervous but determined.

Finn was clinging onto his father’s back in a piggyback ride. He was too small to carry the thimbles by himself. But he was happy to watch from the safety of his papa’s back as they fed the giant.

Agnes stood by Emma with her own thimble. She shifted with nervousness. While Sterling had been gentle with her when he had caught her, she was still scared of his massive presence.

Emma nodded at Cassia, signaling they were ready. Cassia tipped the thimble to Sterling's parted lips with great care, letting the broth trickle in. His throat bobbed reflexively. They continued taking turns, administering the medicine thimble by tiny thimbleful.

Suddenly, Sterling stirred, his eyelids fluttering open. The borrowers froze as his gaze found them, crowded on his pillow. Confusion clouded his expression. Then, awareness lit his eyes.

Cassia met his look unflinchingly. To her surprise, his lips curved into a tired smile.

"Wha….What are you doing?" he rasped, voice hoarse and confused.

Sterling's deep voice rumbled around the tiny borrowers gathered on his pillow.

Cassia steadied herself, pushing down her instinctive fear. This was the first time she had revealed herself to a human, but her family owed him a debt for protecting her children.

"We made you broth with medicine and herbs, so you're welcome," she said, her voice clear and strong. "I'm Cassia. My family and I want to help you get well."

Sterling's gaze shifted to her. Though she barely reached the height of his chin, the look in his eyes was one of respect.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Cassia," he replied. "I wish I wasn’t sick to meet you. You didn’t have to do this; I don’t want you guys to get sick.”

"You've kept my children from harm. I wanted to say Thank you." She smiled up at him. "Now rest. You need your strength back."

Sterling's eyes crinkled happily. He struggled to keep his eyes open, wanting to drink in the tiny people gathered around him. He tried not to shift too much, noticing how his movements caused the little people to stumble on his pillow to catch their balance. His eyes were alight with awe and affection. He found it cute to see them with their tiny thimbles, trying to nurse him back to health. He ponders on how this must have taken so much of their time. Sterling’s heart fills with a warm feeling at the thought.

Sterling froze when a tiny hand patted him on his cheek. He shifted his gaze and landed on the tiny woman, Cassia. She smiled at him. He could only really see her from the corner of his eye. “You need to rest; we can talk more when you’re better.” Sterling was fixated on the feel of such a tiny, delicate hand resting on his cheekbone. Each finger was so tiny. He could hardly see them, and certainly not at this angle, but he could feel the tiny twitches of the tiny hand.

Sterling’s smile softened, his features relaxing into lines of gentle amusement. "I'm glad you feel safe enough to speak to me." With that, Sterling closed his eyes and let sleep take him. 

Chapter 8

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A shitton of FOP hcs and lore hcs I brainstormed today ⁺₊✧ Peri ✧₊⁺

He kept the Timmy(His human brother) doll, it always brought him comfort when he was younger, though now it leaves him with a bittersweet feeling since Timmy doesn't remember him

The guy has some PTSD from magical back up and chronic pain. He sneezes out sparkles and will get the occasional rainbow nosebleed from said sneezes

He's kind of touch adverse because how much attention he got as a kid. He did like being given some attention but not being full on smothered

He calls Irep "Foxglove" sometimes, like how Irep calls him "Cottonpuff"

⁺₊✧ Mythology ✧₊⁺

The fae and dark fae worship two gods, Gaia and Grim Gaia being the creator of the magical lands and Grim being the creator of the fae/dark fae Gaia is the personification of good luck, fertility and harvest Grim is also the personification of bad luck, bloodlust and darkness You can guess which one worships who the most lol

This is all bc I imagine fairies saying "oh my gaia" and anti fairies saying "oh my grim"

⁺₊✧ Dark Fae ✧₊⁺

Anti-Fairies, or Dark fae or Unseelie in my brain, have animalistic traits

They hiss like cats and make "mrrrrrrr…" like noises when angry, and they purr when they're happy

They make bat squeaks and hang upside down like said bats whenever they need to sleep(Though some are unable to do that)

They're able to make clicking noises with their manibles. That is if they're big enough Dark fae with big manibles use them to groom their partner/clean whatever debris is on their hair(Annie/Adnaw would do this for Orion/Omsoc a lot and Orion is unfazed) ⁺₊✧ Annie/Andaw and Orion/Omsoc ✧₊⁺ Annie has carried Irep around by the scruff when he was a baby, like a mother cat would with her kitten, and Irep squirmed bc he was perfectly capable of flying! He did not need mother to carry him around Orion has tried to sue the school Irep went to and get Ms. Powers fired, it happened the second he found out abt her discriminating against his son (He'd probably threaten someone or threatened multiple people to do smth about her too)

Annie is the big spoon and Orion is the little spoon

Orion's able to carry Annie bridal style no problem despite her being bigger than him. And Annie LOVES IT, she loves being carried around by her husband :>

Annie's venom is actually acidic, dark fae however are immune to their own venom so no one had to worry abt said venom burning them Same could not be said abt household objects tho. She burns them so she can eat them

⁺₊✧ After They Die ✧₊⁺

Dark Fae become weeping willows or purple wisteria trees after they die, it's a 50/50 (This was inspired by another person brainstorming an au of their own) Said trees would also have will o' wisps, rumored to be the dark fae's spirits

Fae become a ring of small flowers after they die, with butterflies rumored to be their spirits

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Remember when I made a post yesterday about writing my first Stetopher fic? So since then I accidentally got three more Stetopher ideas. This is becoming a problem and I like to make my problems y'all's problems. So:

The Tate Sisters: A No Hale Fire AU where the McCall Pack forms one town over, while Chris and Peter get to raise Malia and Allison together. When the girls leave for college, they sign up under a false name to not raise suspicion with the local pack. That proves futile when both sisters find their True Mates (Scallison and Malira) within the McCall Pack. When Emissary Stilinski arrives at the Argent-Hale household to talk about the matebonds, Peter gets to inform his husband that he just found their third. Post date: August 13th.

What Kept Me Going: Post-Nogitsune hurt/comfort, where only thing that kept Chris going after Allison's death was the fact that Stiles was alive, because Allison died trying to save Stiles and they did save Stiles, so as long as Stiles was alive and safe, Allison's death wasn't in vein. Somewhere along the lines, that protectiveness turned into more. Chris' boyfriend Peter approves, but Chris thinks it's inappropriate. Until the couple learn that Stiles still blames himself for Allison's death. Possible Bad Friend Scott but I haven't decided just how angsty and how Petopher-monopolizing-all-the-comforting-of-Stiles I want this story to be. Post date: August 13th.

How Chris and Peter Got a Kitten: Vaguely post-series with married Petopher, where Stiles gets cursed by a witch and turned into a cat. Kitty Stiles hisses and claws at everyone aside from Chris, so Chris and Peter get to take the kitten home. Only that, after the curse is broken, Stiles still retains some... cat-like behaviors. Like crawling into Chris' lap for a nap. Peter thinks this is the best thing that ever happened. Post date: August 19th.

Shot Through The Heart: Basically I just want established Petopher with a really big competence kink. Because what I love most about Peter's canon obsession with Stiles is his acknowledgement of Stiles' mind and cunning, aka his competence. And then I had the thought that wait, Stiles is the sheriff's son there is no way he can't use a gun oh Chris would go absolutely buck-wild for Stiles being a good shot. So, totally besotten Petopher who stop functioning when Stiles is being his usual competent self. Post date: August 30th.

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24 Days of MHA 2024 Day 22 - Filthy price

Hizashi glares at Shouta over the table when he only rolls his eyes at him.

“Don’t give me that look,” Shouta sighs out, “why are you even doing this?”

“Because—” Hizashi gives back and he thinks that should be enough reason.

“Come on, it’s a waste of time. We have five jobs between us. There’s no way in hell we actually need an account book. It doesn’t matter what we spend, we have more than enough anyway.”

“So? I like knowing where our money goes. It’s important to keep track of it. What are we going to do if you stop being an underground hero and the station kicks me out?”

“The station is going to go bankrupt if they do that. And besides. Then we’d still have three jobs, plus all my consultant work and whenever you DJ for someone. I don’t see what the big deal is.”

“Shouta,” Hizashi wines because why can’t his husband just accept that he’s doing this. “I just like to know how we’d have to budget in case things ever get tight. I mean—what about Shinsou? He’ll be added to this household sooner or later and kids are expensive.”

“He’s a teenager and again, it’s hardly as if we can’t afford it.”

Hizashi knows that, thanks to all the accounting he is doing, but it’s the principal of the matter.

“Just let me do this in peace, alright. I don’t need you glaring at me for this every other month.”

“I’m not glaring at you, that’s just how my face is!”

“You think I don’t know your glare from your normal look? Please. I’m not stupid.”

Immediately Shouta’s face softens and Hizashi huffs when he realises that he hit a sore spot, even though he didn’t mean to.

“You’re not stupid,” Shouta says with conviction and they’ve been over this so often that Hizashi can only shake his head in annoyance.

“I know that. It wasn’t about that. I was just trying to make a point.”

“Which was?”

“That I know your glare from your—argh, Shou, I swear to the gods, let me do my accounting and go back to grading your hell class.”

Shouta chuckles at that but he does pull his own papers closer to him again.

“Fine, fine, I’ll get out my red marker, seeing as you won’t need it for our finances.” Shouta clearly can’t help that last tease, but Hizashi easily shrugs it off, finally concentrating on the numbers in front of him.

They have a joint back account, so it’s easy to keep track of everything and Hizashi just likes knowing where their money went, even if they don’t really have a need to keep track of it, just like Shouta says.

He happily writes down the numbers, until he comes across an expense that makes him hesitate.

“Shou?” he carefully asks because that’s a lot of money he’s looking at.

“What?” Shouta grumbles out and Hizashi slides the book over.

“What is that?”

Shouta spares the book a glance before he goes back to his grading.

“An expense.”

“A very high expense,” Hizashi says. “What did you need that much money for?”

At this, Shouta finally really looks up at him.

“What? Do I need to explain myself to you now?” he asks and even though Hizashi can see the teasing glint in his eyes he almost balks at the implication.

“No! Of course not, it’s just—I’m wondering what you did with that much money.” Hizashi looks over to their little display of cats and bird figures. “Did you buy a new one?”

Hizashi hadn’t noticed any new additions but maybe it’s a small one, a really tiny one. Shouta has a few of them already and another one could have easily cost that much, depending on how old it is.

“I didn’t,” Shouta sighs out and slides the book back over to Hizashi. “Did you forget that it’s your birthday soon?”

“My birthday? Shou, that’s in July! We’re in February!”

“Yeah, well, what can I say. When you see the perfect gift you gotta do what you gotta do.”

“You’re crazy,” Hizashi mutters. “Why would you even spend that much money on me?”

“Because I love you and you deserve it,” Shouta immediately says and reaches across the table to tangle their fingers together.

“Oh, shush you,” Hizashi grumbles but he squeezes Shouta’s hand. “Now it’s going to drive me crazy, knowing you already have my birthday present here.”

“Who says it’s here?” Shouta says with a wink and then goes back to his grading as if nothing even happened and Hizashi lets out a scandalised breath.

“Shou!”

“Shh, I’m grading.”

~*­~*~

“I shouldn’t,” Hizashi mutters, wringing his hands in front of himself to stop them from reaching out for the small cockatoo statue in front of him.

“You should,” Shouta, ever the traitor, says and nudges his shoulder. “Come on, you’ve circled back to this one several times already. It’s clear you want it. Why not simply take it?”

“Because it’s expensive!”

And it is. There are more numbers on that price tag than Hizashi is comfortable with even though he knows the statue is worth it. And then some, probably.

“You know you want it,” Shouta whispers into his ear and Hizashi groans.

“Where’s an angel on my other shoulder when I need one?” he asks and as if Hitoshi waited for this, he steps up to Hizashi’s other side.

“I don’t know, I think it’s ugly. Don’t you already have enough bird thingies at home?”

“Bird thingies? Ugly?! You listen here, young man! This is a beautiful piece of art, well worth the money. Do you even know how old this is? Can you not tell how well preserved it was? Look at the craftsmanship! It should be costing even more.”

“Then be happy it doesn’t and take it,” Hitoshi says with a shrug before he wanders off again and Hizashi blinks after him.

“Did he just—convince me to buy this by antagonising me?”

“He’s learning so fast,” Shouta says and he sounds every bit the proud parent he is.

“I can’t believe you’re ganging up on me,” Hizashi grumbles even as he carefully walks around the display again.

It really is rather well preserved and worth so much more than what it’s selling for, but still. It’s a lot of money.

“Zashi, we talked about this. We have the money. Just buy it if you want it. Hell, did you see me hesitate over that one cat figurine last month?”

“No. And I wish I had, because spending this much money needs to be given a second thought. You can’t just throw cash around like that.”

“But we have it. What are we even earning all that money for if not to buy us things we want to have? We’re already donating a lot and we made sure Hitoshi is set up for life. We could set up three other kids for life! And we’re not going to take the money with us to the grave.”

“But what if—"

“Worst comes to worst we can just sell it again.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Hizashi sighs out because he knows when he’s beaten.

“And besides. Not every figure you buy is like that. You bought a tacky yellow blob of a chicken just two days ago and spent like 500¥ on it.”

“Because it was cute! Did you see it’s beady little black eyes?”

“I did,” Shouta sighs out and nudges Hizashi again. “Come on. Indulge a little. It’s not hurting anyone.”

“Except me,” Hitoshi pipes up, materialising out of nowhere again. “Because I’m tired. Can we leave?”

“What are you, ninety?” Hizashi snorts out but he reaches over to ruffle Hitoshi’s hair. “Fine, fine, I’ll get the figure so you can go rest your old man bones.”

“Finally,” Hitoshi and Shouta sigh out in the same moment and really.

Hizashi loves them a whole lot but why do they always have to gang up on him like that?

~*~*~

Hizashi’s hands are shaking because this can’t be real.

“What is this?” he breathes out, scared to reach out and ruin the absolute masterpiece in front of him but he turns pleading eyes on Shouta. “Explain.”

“Happy anniversary,” is all Shouta says, shrugging his shoulders as if the duck figurine in front of Hizashi is a little trinket he picked up at the store on the corner.

“Shouta Aizawa, you will tell me right now what the fuck is going on here,” Hizashi says, more firmly now, because this can’t be.

This statue is expensive in a way not even they could pay just like that and especially not without Hizashi noticing. Shouta did not take that much money from their bank account, there is just no way.

Hizashi would have noticed.

“Well, you see, today is our tenth anniversary,” Shouta says with the patience of a man who is not about to vibrate out of his skin.

“I am going to kill you,” Hizashi threatens but Shouta doesn’t even seem fazed.

“And get blood on the duck? Unlikely.”

“Shouta, seriously, don’t do this to me. This is a replica, right?”

It has to be because everything else is unthinkable.

“It’s not,” Shouta says with a shrug and Hizashi feels faint enough that he has to sit down.

“I don’t see what the big deal is. It’s ugly. What is it doing with that—rock?” Hitoshi says, eying the figurine in a way that makes Hizashi fear he’s going to reach out and touch it.

“The big deal is that your dad must have paid a truly filthy price for this.”

“Worse than the cockatoo last year?”

“So much worse,” Hizashi mutters and concentrates on Shouta again. “Please tell me you did not pay that much money.”

Shouta stays horrifyingly silent and Hitoshi looks between the two of them.

“Okay, when you say filthy price, what do you mean? Because I’m thinking that whatever I’m imagining is still not enough to put that look on your face.”

“Last I checked it was sitting at twenty-four million yen,” Hizashi manages to whisper and at least Hitoshi has the good grace to go pale.

“Sounds about right,” Shouta casually gives back, as if he didn’t just spent more money on a stupid gift for Hizashi than most people make in five years.

“You can’t be serious,” Hizashi mutters because what the hell is even going on, but then Shouta is right there and cups Hizashi’s cheek in his hands.

“I love you. Of course I’m serious. Do you remember when you first talked to me about this figurine?”

Hizashi blinks.

“I—no?”

He talks about this figurine a lot because he adores it for reasons he can’t even explain and he has ever since he stumbled across it when he was eight. There is just no way to know when he blabbered to Shouta about this.

“It was in our second year at U.A. during one of our breaks. We were sitting on the rooftop and you kept gushing about this one duck figurine that you stumbled upon by accident and that you’d never be able to afford but which you would really, really want to have.”

“That was thirteen years ago,” Hizashi breathes out and Shouta shrugs.

“I started saving up that very same day. It was a stupid pipe dream for the longest time, but then our jobs started piling up and consultation work for people with useful quirks pays surprisingly well and suddenly it wasn’t only a stupid dream anymore.”

“There was no way you could have known it would still be available.”

“No, there wasn’t. But I just figured either it was, or I’d find something else to buy you. Luck was on my side.”

“You—saved up?”

“Every month I put money away, just for this. I have a bank account just for that and when I opened it, interest rates were still pretty good, so that helped, but—yeah. I saved up for you so I could buy you the duck figurine you always wanted. Happy anniversary.”

“You’re insane,” Hizashi gets out, though his voice is suspiciously wet and he doesn’t even care that Hitoshi lets out a disgusted groan when he leans in for a kiss which Shouta happily grants him.

“Insanely in love, maybe,” he teases and it makes Hizashi laugh.

“We’re going to need a case for it. And insurance. And maybe an alarm system.”

“All done. This is an all-inclusive-duck-package,” Shouta gives back because of course he thought about everything and Hizashi loves him even more for it.

“I love you,” he gets out, all choked up still and Shouta nuzzles his cheek.

“Happy anniversary, love.”

“Now my gift is going to look cheap,” Hizashi half-heartedly complains but Shouta shakes his head.

“It’s the sentiment that counts, isn’t it?” he asks and nods at the duck. “You would love it just as much if I would have told you it came free, right?”

Yeah, Shouta is right; Hizashi would have still loved it with all his heart because Shouta remembered something that was important to Hizashi and then acted on it. The price is rather irrelevant here.

“Can I touch the duck?”

“No!”

“No!”

Still, best to be careful here, Hizashi thinks as he gently pushes Hitoshi away from the duck before he gets any crazy impulses.

The case better arrive quickly he thinks and vows to pay Shouta back for this kiss by kiss for the rest of their lives.

You think I'm joking but I did my research and the duck exists

And no, the duck is the anniversary gift, I was too tired to think of a birthday gift so I skipped that and I have no idea what Hizashi got Shouta either. Your idea is as good as mine <3

[chaosandmarigolds]

(Slowly sits down) here’s the stitch all yall

I have a 30k fic right now and it is finished, and I have to admit I like it.

…the issue? There’s no reader insert, I mean!! There is a character that I can alter for it to be one. However just because of how busy my schedule I wouldn’t be able to change all the she/her to second person pronouns in a timely manner.

So…Imma give a lil bit, and see if yall vibe with she/her and I’ll drop the whole fic- if not!! So okay! It’ll just be a min!

The lil snippet is right below the cut :D (also is yall got name ideas 👀)

The peace of the morning was disrupted by Tommy grumbling into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes as he poured himself a mug of black coffee, his voice mumbled and laced with fatigue. Now the night prior he had brought his fiancee, Beth, over for dinner and neither Simon nor Abigail believed she ever went home.

So with a faint smile on her lips, Abigail moved to stand up. Squeezing her husbands hand as she did and walking to the kitchen leaning on the rolling island. Beginning to tease her brother-in-law, which she had been doing for much longer than she had been married, “Look what the cat dragged in.”

Tommy glares at the woman, his messy brown hair ruffled from sleep and a few love bites lining his collar bone, “I don’t wanna hear it from ya-” He then could see his younger brother beginning to perk up from his spot on the couch and points to him, “or you.”

To that Simon feigned being offended, scoffing as he walked behind Abigail, placing his chin atop of his head, mimicking her pouty look, “We’re jus bein supportive.”

“Supportive my ass.” Tommy grumbled and then motioned with his hand, taking a long sip, “How loud-”

“I could’ve made a mixtape, sick beat.” Abigail smiled at him and then moved to the fridge taking out something for breakfast, which was…nothing really, no one in their household was a very big breakfast person, however, her main goal was grabbing the premade bottle for the baby. To her little quip, she saw Tommy look at his brother with an appalled expression, that Simon just shrugged to.

She looked over the arrangement of random food items, frowning at the sight and looking to her brother-in-law with an exasperated laugh, “Hope Beth likes apples.”

(Annnn that’s all!)

[starsofjewels]

*slides over* heyaaaa how you doin? hope your doin great:], could i possibly ask for a gregor c fic maybe a smut maybe a fluff(possibly a continuation of the fic with the kids), okkkk now bye bye love ya!!❤

Warm Embraces and Warmer Beds

NSFW!!

Any and all characters depicted in NSFW pieces are of legal age. All characters are also consenting (Unless specificed by piece)

CONTENT: SMUT (underneath cut)- dub!con, Fingering, PinV, reunion! sex- Language, vague mentions of war + blood (it’s Westeros), discussions of SW

Big Greg… You know what you’re getting in to.

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Hey my pookies. Another day, another request, more regrets. Mistakes have been made, but I will do anything for my self-indulgent fics about a big ass man who’d probably turn me into a pavement pancake if we met irl (🤤)

Anyway…

Live long, prosper… I guess.

P.S. Als at some point (over) 50 of you silly geeses decided to drop a follow, so thank you sm my babies. I love you all.

I really need a Masterlist…

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To be married to a knight- Especially one who boasts his own keep- Is something most ladies of your standing can only dream of. Most low, noble girls are thrown off to a favoured squire, to old men and their older books, who couldn’t be bothered to find themselves a wife until it was much too late. But you? You are lucky. Your husband is feared, truly feared, you have no jealous lordlings come to take your land, and no threat to you, or your boys. Gregor Clegane is a name known across the Kingdoms, and you, as sweet Lady Clegane, are his responsibility. Not even the Lannister bannermen ask for voluntary contribution when they come for the tithes. You need nothing, and you are asked for even less.

But there are always sacrifices to be made. It is part of womanhood; the men hunt and drink and fuck as they see fit, and you are left to pick up the pieces, and tend to their wounds. You have never minded, though, Gregor is a sweetheart when he returns, like a kicked puppy, demanding a hot meal and a kiss to his cuts. His duty is to guard, and yours is to nurture, that is how it has always been.

It is not uncommon for he, Tywin’s greatest weapon, to spend months away from you. He is a knight, and that is how knights serve their lords. He leaves you with everything you could need and more in his absence: control over his land, his keep and, his prized possessions, your boys. Ronan and Finny are old enough to understand their expectations as the heir, and the spare, to the Clegane household. Armed with wooden swords and a promise to protect their lady mother, and the small, pink sack of flesh they call a baby brother. Something in you is glad they still idolise their father’s profession, that their heads are still filled with the notions of saving princesses and slaying dragons.

Still, even excitable little boys grow restless after so long without their father. There is a hush over the keep, and the land, and it is almost peaceful; not that it could truly manage it, with Gregor at its helm, but it is nice to see the pheasants running about, when the men are too busy fighting to hunt them down. One runs past, chased by a kitchen cat, in turn chased by Ronan. You grab him before he can reach the animals, he has a habit of staging races, and annoying the gamekeeper with the scratches across the lawns. The boy squeals, as he always does, caught in the act.

“Mama?”

Ronan is placated with a book and one of the very old, very fat cats he has no interest in racing. The thing, titled ‘lazy arse’ by Gregor, affectionately or not, sits across your son, with the bored expression you’d expect from the child himself. He, with his pages open at an illustration of the Valyrian dragons burning each other, is enjoying himself immensely. At least, you think, his studies are partially educational.

“Mh?"

“When’s Daddy coming back?”

You sigh, looking out the window as though the mustard banners would appear at any moment. You don’t know, in truth, Gregor could be a mile away, or halfway across the world, and it wouldn’t make that much of a difference. Dead, or alive, or turned into a beast of cool flesh and ice, the distance is about the same no matter how you think about it, and double so for your boys. 

“I don’t know, sweet boy,” That’s all you can find yourself able to tell him. He looks at you, shrugs, and goes back to his book. You are glad he is not a girl, a girl would ask more questions, Ronan has always been happy with the simple. 

It is relatively calm, it always is on nights like these. Finny is beyond himself, refusing to go to bed, as always, and the babe is unreasonably fussy for no particular reason. Still, it is near surreally quiet. You do not know much about war, but you know what it sounds like, and in your world, it sounds like silence. Something in you tells you to let the boys sleep in your bed, instead of forcing them into the room the clearly do not want to go in. Finny is light, easy enough for you to lift up and plop on Gregor’s side, Ronan, with slightly more stamina, follows along beside you. 

The night has no major disasters, the babe is taken off by the nursemaids, and you wake to the sunlight streaming in through the window, you must have forgotten to pull the curtains, the staff would not have come in this early. Or perhaps they did; there is a bundle of daffodils upon your dresser, which you are certain were not there when you retired for the evening. Erra, one of your few handmaidens, enjoys making little displays, you assume she has snuck in some time before dawn to place them.

And then you hear it, those footsteps. No man alive can imitate the heavy, dull thud of them, you know it all too well. It stirs the boys, or, more likely, they were already awake, you aren’t particularly sure. You see the shadows change as the door opens, and you can recognise from the size of it alone who stands before you. 

“You awake?”

The response you give is somewhere between a hum and a groan, not quite aware enough to answer him, yet enough to know he’s there. You can hardly move, both for sleep, and the fact that Finny has clambered across your chest at some point in the night, but he still knows. He always knows.

Gregor trundles in, washed and dressed in his nightshirt. You wonder where he slept, surely not beside you, you are certain he would have woken you, or the boys, getting himself into bed. The light blocks most of his face, but he moves with such power you assume he has no injuries. If he does, he is good at hiding them. When he reaches the bed, he pulls the quilts away from you, and you make a noise of complaint for the cold, even if the day itself is reasonably warm. Gregor pulls Finny from your chest, and Ronan from your side, and lifts them up, into his arms, and you are quickly reunited with your warm blankets. You hear one of the boys stir, though unsure which, and he is shushed by Gregor as they leave. For once, they may sleep in their own beds.

Your husband, your Mountain, returns to your side, and climbs into your bed. He is as warm as he left you, and just as willing to wrap you in his embraces. You feel the urge to go back to sleep, to rest in his arms as though he had never gone in the first place, and it is wonderful.

But of course, it is never that simple.

Big hands find your sides, sliding under your nightdress and scraping your bare thighs underneath. Gregor lifts you just slightly, enough so that when he bends his legs, you sit directly upon his lap. You make some sort of noise, some demonstration of complaint, but he has never listened, and he will not start now. 

The first kiss you receive, after months of doing without, goes softly to the plumped skin of your cheek. Warm, and smooth and uncharacteristically delicate, like something you would dream of. Part of you wonders if this is, truly, a dream, as Gregor rocks you back and forth, hands seeking grip on the flat surface of the meat of your thighs. And he does not stop there, he hasn’t stopped a day in his life. 

He grazes you, cool, rugged hands taking their place against soft, fattened skin. You wonder how many nights he has spent alone with his hands in the past months, just as you have. He would never take a whore, he tells you, he can’t be bothered with the effort. But you are no whore, you are soft, and delicate, and willing. 

It doesn’t much matter if the noise you make is of protest or of enjoyment. You are tired, and growing increasingly wet, and this seems to spur him even more. 

“Missed this…”

He murmurs against your skin, pinching fingers pulling up the skirts of your nightdress, so your bare arse rests upon those heavy, muscled thighs, sharp with a thousand tiny, black hairs. It shocks you, just enough for you to register it, but not so that you are fully awake.

You feel his cock immediately, of course you do. Its length, its width. He is a big man, and he has no lack of knowledge towards its usage. Even from within the confines of his nightshirt its outline is visible, and you are almost ashamed of the sudden desire which washes over you. At any other point you would feign shame, you would blush and whimper. But here, and now, there is only so much longing you can hold back. 

Gregor’s great hands come up to caress your face, and he almost laughs,

“You’re drooling, love,” His thumb swipes at your bottom lip, and you resist the urge to bite, to show him you are in no mood for teasing, but you are certain your reward will come soon.

And it does, as always. In his usual fashion, the hands come first. Pinches become long, deliberate waves of touch, and there is the understanding that all of his play, his teasing, has ceased. He wants what he wants, and he wants your cunt.

In your sleep-addled state, and probably in his fully lucid reality, it is gentle and sweeter than usual. Perhaps he is being deliberately gentle to aid your fragile mind, or, more likely, he knows you have forgotten just how big he truly is, and a broken wife is just about as good as no wife at all.

One hand keeps itself firmly upon your hip, in case you slip and slide away from him, as the other caresses your inner thighs, and, when he is satisfied you can handle it, to the true purpose of his invasions. 

He has never let you enjoy his hands solely for long, and this shall be no different. For such a big man, Gregor is shockingly agile in this regard, fumbling steps and harsh palms becoming light touches against your clit. At this time, in this situation, he doesn’t dare venture any further than the surface. From his grunts and, dare you say it, his whines, you can tell he may not last particularly long, the consequence of months away from you, you suppose. 

“Hey, hey- Sleepy girl,”

Gregor’s hands leave your body, and you find yourself pressed once again to the soft, inviting flesh of the mattress, still warm. The semi-shock you experience as your arse touches the cool air is dulled, instantly, as the big man pats it gently. Your hips are lifted, and he puts his own pillow beneath you, warm.

“Have you just the way you like, yeah?”

You affirm, face pushed into your own cushion. You can hardly breathe, but with the delicious tension, it doesn’t really matter. 

And it comes, just as you expected it, perhaps more than you expected it. You see only darkness, but you feel so much more. He moves with poorly veiled desire, a necessity to touch you as only he can. You are his and, more importantly, he is yours, all yours. After all, who else is he taking with such delicate fervour?

You are kissed, you are held, and you are loved. Gregor’s cock finds its way, with simple instinct, to your cunt, and you wince and whine. He had expected it, of course, and gets no more than the tip into you before he has to stop. Not the desired reaction, but the realistic one.

“Shh, shh…” It seems a foreign sound for such a harsh creature. To hush, to comfort, “That’s my girl…”

You keen, your hips shift upwards and you let him in further, despite the uncomfortable stretching. You have always loved his praise, always loved to be his sweet, good, wife. 

Gregor’s movements are gentle. When he takes you like this, after months apart, he allows himself to be gentle. He is your returned knight, your handsome, precious husband, and there is a time and a place for him to be the Mountain. Now, here, is not that place.

When he is certain you are comfortable, that it is not too much, he helps you sit yourself between his cock and your hand. Big fingers return to your clit, and he almost laughs as you squeal, the sudden stimulation, apparently, a shock to the system.

And, naturally, it does not take particularly long for him to reap the rewards of this uncharacteristic gentleness, as you let out your long, low moans, muffled by your face pressed into the cushions, and he feels you clench around him. It is something he has longed for, there is nothing quite like it, and it always brings forth his own finish.

So he does. Thick and hot, everything you might expect from a man of that stature, with such a glorious cock. The world does not give you many pleasures, nor does it anyone, but to be here, warm and filled, is certainly a pleasure worth noting. 

Gregor stays in you, he likes to stay in you. In his brooding moments he likes to say it helps a child come forth, but you aren’t quite sure of the legitimacy to that claim. Not that it matters. You see the sunlight again, staring out your bedroom window with a wall of flesh at your back. And it is beautiful. 

He has killed men, you know that, he will have rampaged through the Vale, or wherever it was he had been sent, destroying everything in his path and laughing as he did it. You see his great breastplate stained with blood, and the image turns you in some, not entirely unpleasant way. But you say nothing, you are too tired for a second round, and your Mountain seems to have spent his energy.

Later, once you are suitably cleaned of all remnants of your adventures, and Gregor is both awake and dressed, you sit around the table, the boys clinging to their father and desperate for tales of their father’s quests around Westeros. Not much of it is suitable for children, you gather.

They spend all day play-fighting, with their swords, and insist that you must watch, to referee, and you must give your favours to both of them, because every knight has their favours. They, as little knights-to-be, are satisfied by leaves you pick from the ground.

Finny wins, to everyone’s amazement, and as his reward is given first pick of pudding. Not substantial by any means, but enough to satisfy a small boy with a love of blackberries. Everyone is happy, all is content, and Gregor fits back into the family with no trouble, making your boys cringe as he kisses you before supper is served. You deserve your rewards too, after all.