#she's a top notch infant

[storysims]

happy birthday, sunday! she didn't get to eat any cake, but at least the cat enjoyed it?

[starliteprince]

the sim who Should be the next gen was finally born so now i just have to finish menthe's goals and make sure cerise is raised well lol

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING BROODY !!! MICK S. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: dilf!mick really wants more…

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), pwp, use of explicit language, unprotected sex (use protection yall) body worship, breeding kink, mentions of lactation, broody!mick

note: cursing tle anon but it’s okay she gets to have the best of both worlds with the wholesome content then the filth after. enjoy xx (this is also my tenth smut— what’re y’all doing to me…?)

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broody.

that was the first thing that came to mind when she saw her husband pouting in the corner of the room while their little daughter gave her slobbery kisses all over her face. he was fucking pouting instead of grinning widely at the sight of his girls— and she knew exactly why he was reacting like this. 

mick schumacher was brooding, and all she could do was giggle at the sight of his cute pouting. their daughter looked so much like him— so much like him. 

and while she was amused at the sight of him, he wasn’t feeling the same way. in fact, all he felt was nothing but pent up frustration as she continued to act all innocent— pretending like she didn’t see how much he needed her.

“da,” their little girl, minna schumacher, was indeed a delightful girl. with her pretty eyes and chubby face, she acted as a welcome distraction for mick’s needs — putting her hands over mick’s face before her open mouthed kisses attacked them. 

“minna,” mick’s wife said with a giggle, smirking at the german driver’s direction as she continued, “dada’s upset no? give dada a kiss? maybe that’ll help him.” 

mick scowled at the direction of his wife, watching her fall from laughing hysterically before his eyes looked down at the baby.

“da da da,” minna babbled, letting out a high pitched squeal when mick chomped on her little fingers. 

“num, nyam nyam— so cute i could just eat you up!” mick exclaimed, grinning as minna giggled. “you deserve everything, minnie baby.” 

mick looked up to see his wife shifting on her seat, the tank top she'd just put on was tight around her chest as she adjusted the straps. his eyes continued to watch as she adjusted her top, not even noticing the smirk on her face before she slightly tugged down her shirt — her breasts were plump and taunting him. 

“da!” minna exclaimed, getting frustrated at the lack of attention from her father before mick looked back at his daughter with a cheeky grin. 

“‘m sorry, liebe,” mick murmured, pressing loud kisses all over the infant’s face as he continued, “dada will give you everything youuuu want~”

“in fact,” mick glanced at his wife, “if you ask dada for a sibling? i’ll give you as much as you wan’, little baby.” 

“you don’t even have to ask for one,” he grinned cheekily, now staring at his wife as his eyes darkened. “i’ll make sure you’re happy with all the siblings you’ll get before you can even walk.” 

his wife shifted in her seat once more. 

yeah. he really was brooding. 

a whimper escaped her mouth pathetically, her legs hooked over his shoulders as he grunted quietly. 

he covered her mouth and shushed her, “shh, you don’t want her to wake up, schatz.” 

her eyes were covered in tears, her pussy too overwhelmed with his girth as he pressed his hand at her stomach. his eyes gleamed in excitement, “ya feel that?” 

she nodded frantically, her senses turning up to a notch as his cock slid in and out of her like it was a puzzle being teased to be completed. “that’s me, schatzi.” 

“you look so fucking hot, love,” he crooned quietly, his body weighing the two of them down as he continued to fold his wife in half. 

he looked down at her writhing body, admiring the youthful glow that mixed with motherhood as he grinned. her postnatal body — despite having a baby who’s close to turning one — showed nothing but the marks of love and devotion for their child. one that they made and continued to raise with pride. 

he just couldn’t believe that this body grew the little one that they have now. his wife was a goddess and he couldn’t find himself denying that. 

his thrusts turned frantic as he chased his high and hers, hips slamming against hers as she whimpered quietly, her fingernails making marks on his back as he let out a strangled moan, “god, you’re so fucking beautiful. so good f’me— such a pretty woman with the prettiest body.” 

“growing my child in this body— fuuuuck~” he groaned, “gonna give you more to raise, schatz. y’want that?” 

“mm- hm,” she nodded as she cried quietly, her sensitivity increasing as her walls tightly clenched his cock. 

“gonna fuck you ‘til you have more of my kids,” he whispered in her ear, his fingers rolling her nipple as liquid escaped her breast. “gonna fuck you full— make sure that these tits are full of milk again— y’want that?” 

“you’re gonna give our girl more siblings,” he whispered heatedly, his cock stilling to fill her cunt to the brim as he groaned. 

she let out a high pitched moan before her body eased from the orgasm, feeling herself stuffed by his cum as her body finally calmed itself. 

full was what she felt. content was what they both felt as they cuddled closer, legs tangling together as they breathed quietly. 

then she spoke with a grin, “you really were brooding.”

mick chuckled and shoved her playfully, “shut up.”

[kieraplaysthesims]

Bachelorette Challenge

Featuring an AU Mina Benali

Looking for men only

Custom Content encouraged, Maxis Match and Alpha allowed, Alpha hairs must just follow the normal EA slots

Requires 5 party and 5 formal outfits as well as a variety of the other outfits, CC can be used for all

Looking for age Adult

Deadline December 5th

Mina Benali is the eldest daughter of Salim and Kiera Benali. She grew up in San My, but finished high school in Copperdale, Washington. She got her Bachelor's degree in Economics from Copperdale College, her Master's degree in Applied Economics from Johns Hopkins, and her PhD from the Department of Economics at Harvard. She spent a number of years working in the Civil Designer career, but now is headed back to Johns Hopkins as an adjunct professor.

Mina has not had much time for love. She was always working on the next right thing. So now, at 34, she finds herself single and looking for someone to settle down with. She has agreed to do this show in LA during her summer off between her Environmental Manager job and starting her career as a professor.

Mina comes from a family of five, with one brother and two sisters, and a sibling.

Mina has the Insider, Creative, Cheerful, Active, Top Notch Toddler, Top Notch Infant, High Self Esteem, Creatively Gifted, In the Know, Higher Education, Practiced Host, Essence of Flavor, Business Savvy, Alluring, Quick Learning, and Home Turf traits.

She also has a fear of fire and a fear of death.

She has wavy black hair she gets from her Algerian paternal grandmother and freckles she gets from her white maternal grandfather.

[juniper-clan]

Heronstar's on a banger legacy challenge, 5th generation, grinding for the top-notch infant trait, raising a perfectly ideal family, has never been more girlfailure and Slickclaw just set the camp on fire. also the apprentices are fighting. this is world war 3 but there is a sad woman happy in the middle of it and that is all I need

Heronstar spent three hours and 40 KB downloading hairstyle and clothing mods for all her characters she was BUSY

[jonquilyst]

Summer 🌞

I completed the Adopt Summer Challenge by @powersocial! I played throughout her entire childhood from infancy to the point when she aged up to a YA. She was raised by mothers Kiara Gupta and Emily Tran (seen here) in San Sequoia. She was their only child, so she didn't grow up with any siblings.

This is how she turned out!

Traits: Animal Enthusiast, Goofball, Adventurous

Aspiration: Friend of the Animals

Bonus Traits: Top Notch Infant, Happy Toddler, Good Manners, Responsible, Mediator

Summer is a very happy-go-lucky girl who loves being silly and having fun. She's very gregarious and energetic. Jokes and pranks are her absolute favorite, and she totally knows how to liven up the atmosphere. On top of that, Summer is an animal enthusiast and loves any and all creatures (especially her childhood best friend Cooper, who she's holding). She's aspiring to become a veterinarian so she can help and interact with all sorts of animals.

Infancy

Summer (of course) had the sunny trait and developed the Frequently Sneezes, Snuggly Sleeper, and the Picky Eater infant quirks. Being a snuggly sleeper kept her poor parents up at night because she would ONLY sleep soundly if they were actively holding her (which was hard when they themselves were tired!). Summer would only fall asleep in the crib if she was especially tired. Otherwise she hardly ever fell asleep on her own, even with soothing.

Her parents prioritized tummy time and play, and she was just shy of beginning to crawl by the time she aged-up.

Summer was also a picky eater, not liking baby food too much, but her moms cracked the code when they discovered Summer LOVED pumpkin puree and oatmeal cereal. It was because of those two foods that they were able to wean her!

Toddlerhood

Summer ended up getting the Angelic trait, which was a HUGE relief after a somewhat challenging infancy. Summer was super easy-going and was never defiant and was never angry. Not even a single temper tantrum came out of toddler Summer. I swear it was a miracle for Kiara and Emily.

Her toddler quirks were Early Riser, Little Singer, and Picky Eater (yes, again). Summer began adapting to a schedule from an early age and always awoke when her parents did! She also loved entertaining her parents with her cute little singing, though her picky eater quirk continued and struggled to eat at times, but her parents found that she would take yogurt just fine and wouldn't get the sad "yucky" moodlet, so once again Kiara and Emily cracked the code!

Kiara and Emily prioritized skill-building with Summer and got all 5 skills (including potty) to at least level 3 (she managed to reach level 4 with Movement and Thinking!)

Childhood

Summer developed her love for animals when she became a child, earning the animal enthusiast as her first trait. With Summer now being more independent, Kiara and Emily quickly grew bored with their extra time and decided to adopt a puppy: Cooper! Not only was this to satisfy Summer's yearn for animals, but also to keep Kiara and Emily busy without caring for a whole different child (infancy and toddlerhood were a lot of work for them!)

Summer also developed her love for jokes and pranks during childhood. She was a mischief master and always made time to prank her parents 🤭 Summer also befriended Nanami Ito during this time!

But of course, her picky eater quirk had to continue because she ended up getting picky eater as her childhood phase! She regressed from eating full meals and resorted to quick meals for a little while, but thankfully this phase ended shortly before she aged up.

Teen Years

Summer developed the goofball trait here. Despite being a teen Summer grew up to being a very responsible and rule-abiding girl. She always went to bed on time, always did her homework, and always made time for silliness and fun. The teenager years are never perfect though, and her teen childhood phase was Mean Streak. During this time Summer got extra angry and became harsh with her pranks to the point that it irritated her parents. Thankfully though this phase was pretty short-lived and didn't autonomously act mean to others very often.

Her friendship with Nanami Ito continued through her teen years and she gained another friend: Sofia Bjergsen.

Young Adulthood

Finally, Summer developed the adventurous trait for her final trait. Now, she wants to discover all sorts of fun experiences! In the end, she had sufficient character values to receive the Responsible, Mediator, and Good Manners traits, which fulfilled Kiara's aspiration to be a Super Parent. Summer also graduated with honors!

Overall Summer lived a very happy childhood (her parents were VERY dedicated to her which is also partially why they chose not to have more children; they wanted to focus all their attention on her and her development). She became a happy person as a result!

Thank you @powersocial for allowing us to raise Summer 💖 It was so much fun!!

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

Sabrina Berry for @adoringsentiment's Lovestruck Challenge

NAME: Sabrina Berry (and her little friend) AGE: Young Adult (25ish - and likely to remain that way) ASPIRATION: Friend of the World (bonus trait: Gregarious) EMPLOYMENT: Freelance Paranormal Investigator TRAITS: Maker, Freegan, Self-Assured, Loves Outdoors, Cheerful REWARD TRAITS: Top Notch Infant, Happy Toddler, High Self Esteem, Good Manners, Compassionate, Always Welcome, Inspired Explorer, Werewolf Ally (UN)LIFE STATUS: Minor Vampire

With the freedom of Legacy Sparedom, Sabrina's tried her hand at almost everything - truly a Sim of all trades but a master of none. Her new eternal unlife status means that she's approaching each day with an even more enhanced carefreeness and whimsy of a young adult and (apart from making sure she prepares her sunlight resistance cocktail before she leaves the house) she virtually hasn't a care in the world.

Always needing to keep her hands occupied (ahem), she spends most of her 24 hour days crafting and knitting items to give to the helpful sprites she encounters on her gigs - though for some reason they seem to prefer the plasma packs she keeps on her person. Oh come on - her last beanie wasn't that bad, right? 😬

As far as her Watcher's understood them, Sabrina's romance and sexual preferences are set to low/no jealousy (romance: women, woohoo: everyone). She can be outside for a few hours per day with a sunlight resistance cocktail, but she'll need plasma fruit and garlic in her inventory to make one.

Oh, and just to show that she's truly serious about 'protection'...

Jogging with an umbrella even after taking a sunlight resistance cocktail? Great stuff 😅

(Carol, I'll send you a zip file of her updated version for ease.)

old bio here

[void-of-unparalled-chaos]

Okay so time for me to dump my thoughts on the Underworld Saga because I am going insane and tbh I'm not sure how coherent this will be because my brain is mostly keyboard smashing.

The Shades: "When does a man become a monster? 558 men who died under your command. CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN! Why would you let the cyclops live when ruthlessness is mercy?"

Okay so the harmonies of the Shades are amazing! But also this whole bit is just so... haunting. The call back to Just a Man and Ruthlessness does something to me. Could you imagine being screamed at by the ghosts of everyone you've failed? Also Jay confirmed that the shades in this song are just repeating their final thoughts in life. They drowned begging for their Captain to help them and died wondering why he failed them. This probably fucked Odysseus UP.

Odysseus: "I keep thinking of the infant from that night. I keep thinking of the infant from that night."

I swear I can hear the PTSD in his voice holy shit. Also Astyanax's music box motif being played in church bells in the back. I never would have noticed it if not for Jay's behind the scenes videos but knowing it's there makes this bit so much better.

Odysseus: "Polities..."

I was not nearly as wrecked at this bit until I saw this post mentioning that Odysseus quiet little "Polities..." is a mirror of Polities strangled "Captain..." when he died and now I will never be the same.

Odysseus' Mom

I am not exaggerating when I say I cried during the watch party. Everything about this is heartbreaking. His mom was thinking about him in her final moments. "Odyssues when you come home I'll be waiting" except she wont be. The shocked defeat in Odysseus' voice with "I took too long...". He's right there in front of her, but her shade just doesn't register him. They are so close physically yet still separated by death. Also the fact that Jay's mom voices her that is so sweet omg.

The change from "Here in the Underworld the past seems close behind" to "But in the Underworld your past is always close behind."

STTAGKDUKFUTAATUFOUCOUXGJXG

THE STRINGS!!!!! AND THE PIANO!!!!

Tiresias' voice is so haunting omg

Mason absolutely NAILED prophet who is constantly being shown everything all the time at one I love it sm.

The lyrics in this song are just.... so good. And the foreshadowing is top notch

Jay's voice acting for Odysseus' is also great in this.

The distress and frustration in "We've suffered and sailed through the toughest of hells. Now you tell us ur efforts are for NOTHING?!" and the absolute anger in "WHO!?!?!" (Its you, Ody. See your about to go through a complete change in morals about 5 minutes from now and become a completely different person).

THE DESCENDING ORGAN FOR THE SECOND CHORUS MY JAW DROPPED

Jorge don't think I didn't notice the Hunchback of Notre Dame, Hellfire, vibes at the end I see you.

This is my favorite song released in Epic so far and I am not normal about it at all.

The GUITAR! THE ELECTRIC GUITAR!

For those unfamiliar and being dragged along this nonsense post, Odysseues character is associated with the guitar. The acoustic guitar is when he is softer, kinder, and more "human" while the electric guitar represents him at his most brutal, ruthless, and "monsterous". This song is his turning point to which he is done being merciful. He will do ANYHTING to get home.

"Oh Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves..."

Really taking Poseidon's lesson to heart there.

Odysseus: "AND IF I GOTTA DROP ANOTHER INFANT FROM A WALL IN AN INSTANT SO WE ALL DON'T DIE? THEN I'LL BECOME THE MONSTER! I WILL DEAL THE BLOW!... SO WHAT IF I'M THE MONSTER?"

Ayrsgstusigxjgsutaut holy shit holy shit holy shit-

Play this back to back with Just A Man for some psychic damage. What an end for Act 1!

[homewardial]

Valentina ages up to a YA and prepares to leave the nest.

She also managed to get 3 positive character values which completed Jasper's aspiration. Is it just me that finds those difficult? Manners and Responsibility go really quick, but it took me a while to figure out yoga is a blessing for emotional control.

Valentina got fit and a new trait 😆

Valentina Bloom 🎂

Top Notch Infant

Self-assured

Cheerful

Animal Affection

Scouting Aptitude

Good Manners

Responsible

Emotional Control

Cat Lover

Aspiration: Friend of the Animals

Have the Friend of the Animals aspiration ✅

[toomanyhyperfixationsthanks]

I have seen a bunch of legacy challenges recently and while I love the ideas in them many seen to require packs and/or have an extreme number of things to do that can be overwhelming for newer players. So I made a base game legacy - these do exist already. I believe this should be doable for newer players and anything that might lead to confusion can be easily googled for guidance.

Sims 4 legacy challenge basegame

General Rules

Can enter cas to add tattoos and change sims outfits/hairstyles as they age up

All money must be earned in game no cheats unless cheating away money

Must randomise infant and toddler traits 

Can use MC to determine amount/gender of children otherwise no cheating

Any sim who marries into the households money is up for grabs 

All children must have either top notch toddler or top notch infant trait

Once parents are elders the heir may take over the legacy or player can wait for them to die

All heir graves/urns must remain on the home lot 

At least 3 things must be passed on from generation to generation 

Any lifespan allowed I’d recommend normal when children are in play

Can change lifespan at anytime e.g if you’ve completed all goals and are waiting for parents to die etc

Gen 1 

Newlyweds are excited to start their family but first they must prepare, they need a home with a self-sustaining garden and as much home made furniture as possible.

Start with a couple 

Assign domestic aspiration and Freelance botanist aspiration

Live in willow creek 

Join a career that matches at least 1 aspiration e.g gardener, conservation etc

Must complete aspiration and reach lvl 10 in careers

Master 3 skills to lvl 10

No limit on children or money (however all money must be earned)

Children must be born while at least 1 parent is a young adult

All children must complete 1 aspiration and 1 after school activity (can complete more)

Heir must complete 2 aspirations and 1 after school activity 

Heir must have creative trait

Complete any in game collection

Have a garden that makes $400 when harvested and sold - must have a variety of plants (at least 1 veg 1 herb 1 fruit 1 flower)

Have at least 10  pieces of sims made furniture 

Heir must have painter extraordinaire aspiration 

Children can move out anytime from teen 

Heir must stay in family home until parents are elders (then up to player)

Gen 2

Gen 1 heir is excited to meet the love of their lives and bring them to their secret glade. They wish to have a large family and become a successful painter and loving partner.

Gen 1 Heir must go on date to sylvan glade 

Get married

Complete painter extraordinaire aspiration

Have 2 masterpiece paintings in each room of the house 

House must have a bathroom, 2 bedrooms. Kitchen, living room, study

Have 3 toddlers at the same time (don’t have to be infants at the same time)

All children must complete 2 aspirations

Heir must complete 3 aspirations 

1 career of players choice to lvl 5 followed by artist career to lvl 10

Partner can keep career they had, remain jobless or join a career of players choice

All children stay in the home until they are young adults or their parents die

Heir must have romantic trait

Heir must have serial romantic aspiration

Gen 3

Gen 2 heir enjoyed seeing her parents loving relationship and intends to be in as many loving relationships as she can 

Complete serial romantic aspiration

Never marry

Have children with different sims (at least 2)

All children must max their childhood skills and complete 1 aspiration

Pick any career but remember it has to support at least 3 people

Don't have your parent be overly involved in the children's lives

Visit all community lots in the base game and take a photo while there

Heir must have kleptomaniac trait

Heir must have public enemy aspiration  

Die in front of children as soon as goals complete 

Children move out once death is witnessed 

Heir moves to a new lot to escape their childhood trauma 

Gen 4

Gen 3 heir traumatised by their parents behaviour has moved out keeping only the family heirlooms. Due to their lonely childhood this sim has decided to take it out on the rest of the world and become a master criminal.

Complete public enemy aspiration

Reach lvl 10 of criminal career

Settle down with another sim who must have either a deviance aspiration or other ‘bad’ trait e.g evil 

No limit on children

Involved in children's lives - mentor a child in any skill

Children must complete either 2 aspirations or 1 aspiration and an after school activity 

Bring all children separately to each library and park in the game and complete an activity with them while there

Children can move out when teens except heir 

Heir must have the ambitious trait

Heir must have a fortune aspiration

Heir must stay until the gen 3 heir dies - they can then kick out the partner unless already dead and take over

Gen 5

After being raised by criminals the Gen 4 heir is ready to make something good of themselves. They’ve taken over the family home and intended to renovate the evil out of it. Gen 4 is determined to prove the good path can bring just as much fortune as the bad.

Complete both fortune aspirations

Achieve lvl 10 in any career - pick one that pays well

Master charisma, comedy, piano and violin skills

Have a partner - can get married but not a requirement

For your love interest to qualify as a partner you must go on 5 dates 3 must earn silver

If you marry/join the household your partner must also achieve lvl 10 in their career

Have 5 children 

All children must achieve 1 aspiration and join but not complete an afterschool activity

All children must get jobs to contribute to household once teenagers

All children except heir must move out when they are young adults

Heir must have music lover trait

Heir must have musical genius aspiration

Heir inherits home upon gen 4 heirs death

Gen 6

Gen 5 heir grew up listening to their parent play rich people instruments, they now have a great love of music and upon inheriting the family home intends to transform it into a place of music.

Master guitar, piano and violin skills

Complete musical genius aspiration

Reach lvl 10 musician career

Play an instrument at all the community lots

Have twins or triplets - can purchase traits, use cheats, apply lot traits to achieve this

Renovate house, include a music studio and lots of outdoor space

Each twin must have their own room and during their childhood years a separate shared playroom

Twin 1 must complete creative and social aspiration

Twin 2 is your heir must complete motor and mental aspiration

Heir must have genius trait

Heir must have nerd brain aspiration

Die and become a ghost - can be done anytime once goals achieved

Heir takes over once ghost, ghost can remain part of family or just haunt the lot

Gen 7

Gen 6 heir has decided to take advantage of the family's wealth and become a rocket scientist in the backyard. They just want to relax and explore their passions before having a family.

Complete nerd brain aspiration

Master rocket science and handiness skills

Have a library in the family home

Only ever do odd jobs

Backyard should resemble mission control - rocket, woodworking shed with state of the art office inside

Have 1 child 

Child must achieve all aspirations and 1 after school activity

Complete space collection (alien collection+space rock collection)

Have sim woohoo in rocket

Heir must have family oriented trait

Heir must have big happy family aspiration

Keep heir living with gen 6 once gen 6 has completed their goals, when gen 6 dies or becomes boring move onto gen 7 heir

Gen 8

Gen 7 heir grew up an only child but intends to have several children of their own. It doesn't matter to them how they have them, only that they have several children to provide her with at least 4 grandchildren to spoil.

Complete all but grandchild part of big happy family aspiration

Complete a career up to lvl 8

Have 3+ children 

Master gardening and cooking skill

Have successful children - all must achieve A in school

All children must complete at least 2 aspirations

All children must max their skills

All children to remain on lot at all life stages unless max sim count prevents aspiration completion

Build the family home to fit the families of all 3 of your children

All children to have children of their own

Heir to have curator aspiration 

Heir to have cheerful trait

Move onto gen 9 when all goals complete

Gen 9

Gen 8 heir still lives at home with the majority of their family. Grandparent is happy to provide for the family and takes care of most of the goings of the home. This leaves Gen 8 heir free to build their collection.

Have as many children as remains necessary to fulfill gen 8s big happy family aspiration

Complete curator aspiration 

Have 5+ jobs to level 3 

After 5 jobs you can stay on the 5th or start a 6th with no more restrictions

Once grandparent is fulfilled you may move to a new lot with your children 

Find a life partner with the angling ace aspiration (you can give them this aspiration but they must have some fishing skill already)

Your life partner doesn’t have to be the parent of your children 

Have a pond on the property 

All children to complete 2 aspirations

Heir must be a babysitter as a teen

Heir to have goofball trait

Heir to have joke star aspiration

Heir to stay with parents until they die

Any siblings can move out or move in with grandma once they are teens and up

Gen 10

Gen 9 heir has had so much family they’re sick of it, they’ve decided not to have any. The family will have to continue through their siblings (if they have any). Gen 9 has decided to embrace her crazy upbringing however through comedy, sharing childhood stories throughout their entertaining career.

Complete joke star aspiration

 Achieve lvl 10 entertainer career

Renovate the house to the bachelor lifestyle

Go out on the town meet some people

Have 10 friends

Meet your life partner as an elder

Introduce partner to all remaining family members (if still alive) from gen 8-9

Attempt to pass peacefully of old age

[xsapphirescrollsx]

Mesquite Grove pt 2

Written Oct 25 2020

Dark! Syverson x Black Reader x Dark! Geralt Also this is post is pic heavy. I modeled the cabin in this story of off Sky Notch. I hope it’s not to much lol and that you enjoy it. Thanks for reading and reblogging!

She had offered an exchange.

The writhing twisted thing on the ground, whipped its long slimy arm along the bog’s black moistened soil. It bared its sharp teeth before bellowing a sorrowful moan.

Geralt stared down at what used to be a beautiful woman. With her once melodic voice she had promised youth, riches beyond measure, and power - if he would let her live.

Allow her to continue her own reign of terror over the small but humble village. She had brought strife, she carried sickness into their homes, disturbed their spirits. 

Geralt wasn’t a fool. Of course he had considered her offer, but knew it was nothing more than conjured filaments of promises. It would have only been real as long as she lived.

What are a handful of crowns in exchange to leaving innocent people to harm?

Though he was no saint. It took sleeping with the village’s leader’s prettiest daughter and taking half her dowry to gain his contract. One cannot ask if one is not willing to give. 

And he delighted in the taking.

As in this moment, the black eyes matched his as he stared into the abysmal void that was quickly spreading down its body. 

Geralt bared his own bright white teeth and plunged the sword further into the monster's rib cage, piercing its heart and impaling the dirt below. Green ooze bubbled out of the wound. The moan gurgled into a desperate scream, echoing throughout the forest, shattering the peace surrounding it. 

The moment Geralt withdrew his sword the ground beneath him shook. Around him, wind began to whip and the wispy clouds around him whirled above him. Thinking, calculating, Geralt wondered what new spell this was. Eyes now back to their golden color he stared at the swirling beginning to descend about him. 

He tried to take a step, strained again to pull back from the gravity sucking him upward. 

Geralt reached for the beast at the same time his feet left the ground. Out of time the rotten skin slipped through his fingers, the whirlwind carried him up and up. 

The forest chattered once more. The creature laid there dead as Geralt had planned. But there was no Geralt here, or sword.

The moon hung behind a clear pane of glass, in the room you shared with Sy. Near the bed, where you laid, within her own wooden bassinet, the soft breathing of an infant soothed some of your worries. Pregnancy had looked great on you. Actually, you had never felt better and almost disturbingly so. It was September now, a month passed giving after a near painless birth to Astrid.

The little darling, Sy’s heir and your delight, and your reason for sleepless nights. Not because she required taking care of, that came easy enough, but your system had changed. You had little sickness throughout the pregnancy, energy boundless in a way you longed for the days where you could sleep a full night. 

This was one of those nights. Sleepless wasn’t the word for it. You flipped on your side and stared out of the window. The advent of fall had begun revealing a clear cool night sky with stars dotting above the tops of the pecan tree basking in the white light of the moon. You heavily sighed and rolled on to your back. It was ill advised by the old matrons that new mothers were allowed to roam the woods like their other halves. So you were laying on the large, billowy bed, muscles twitching to wander, heart waiting for the moment your bare feet could hit the ground. 

You stared at the wood grain above the bed and listened to the dark, imprinted the sound of Astrid’s breathing to your memory, and beyond the window pane howls - distant, calling to the night, did little to lull you to sleep. Your secret weapon to combat restlessness was to wiggle your foot. Quick short bursts of movement rocked you gently. Your eyes slowly blinked followed by a deep yawn and you shut them completely. The things to do in the morning began to drift less in your thoughts and it became more important to cave into the sinking sensation of sleep. You attempted to blink again, though did not. 

Your foot stopped moving. 

The dream began with feet, steadily walking through overgrown grass, stopping at first and then started again. Night rounded around the image, the skin was coated in black smudges, blood, the hem of a dark dress dragged  and smeared it around the calves. You could smell the iron in the air along with rot, not animal death, but that of felled trees with fungus aiding in its decay. A woman, she began to run as the vision pulled back and revealed that within her arms a bundled lay there. No bigger than Astrid, could have been Astrid the love you felt was as strong as that for Astrid. 

But it wasn’t, this woman was afraid of losing this bundle. Though not to death, but to forces beyond her control, so she ran. 

The dream shifted to fog, no footsteps to be heard. Made of air and a moist breeze they walked out from the trees and surrounded the woman. The bundle lifted from her arms despite her attempts to hold on, what was soft fabric became translucent just as the beings. Her scream scratched the inside of your ears, the wail turned yelling, her mouth was moving but the voices from it did not match. Your body began to shake, the scene rattled too. 

“Wake up, Miss! - Oh, old God! Please wake up!” the voice said.

Your eyes peeled open to Peach’s deeply wrinkled face. Worried thin lips were drawn into a straight line. “Miss!”

Your back snapped up straight, head turning towards the bassinet your eyes looked over Astrid. Peach held your shoulders, “She’s okay. But you have to come down--”

You pulled her worn hands from your body and held them within your own. “What’s wrong?”

And then you felt it, a worry, deep in the pit of your stomach. 

“Is it Sloan?”

Peach suddenly blubbered, you had never seen her in such a state. The aged woman was tough, and her tears had you climbing out of bed faster than what she could answer. 

You stood above Astrid’s bed, touching her belly you turned back toward Peach’s hunched over figure as she wiped at her lined skin. 

“I knew it would happen again..god damn--I told Alpha it could happen again.” she mumbled. 

Dottie, with her curly hair pulled up tight in a high bun and tugging on old boots, rushed in. “I got Astrid.” she said hurriedly. 

Dottie’s face was lowered, her eyes staring down at Astrid. She sighed, that was the moment you noticed a subtle lemon light and then she looked back at you. Behind her, beyond the window the sky whirled with clouds. Some deep yellow, others blue, circled and churned. You moved closer to the bassinet, still staring at the sky when Dottie too turned around, Peach gasped behind you. In the hustle you had not looked at the window, had it been doing this the whole time?

Clattering from down below, near the stone den, loud voices shouted, some hollered for help. Your stomach dropped more. Dottie shot out and grabbed your wrist. “Go.” she said quietly. 

You walked past Peach, to the end of the bed, who was still staring at the window with her hands covering her mouth. Grabbing the thick navy robe you turned around back toward Astrid’s bassinet, Dottie was there, her face toward your sleeping baby. You threw it on as she waved for you to go.

It must have been later than you realized, the second floor was devoid of the usual lit sconces, instead the fiery light from below coxed up and gave you warm light to guide you down the stairs. The row of balcony doors came in to few as you quickly descended, the yelling had died down in its place hushed tones followed murmuring. 

Eyes wide you hit the bottom of the wooden stairs and turned toward the large space with the stone monument. Women were coming in from across the other rooms with clothes in their arms. You recognized the usual pack, Tator, shorter than Sy preferred tattered jeans dragged across the floor as he paced. Macon, naked, was squatted down near a figure laying flat near the stone of the large statue. Jimbo, he was shirtless as he stretched the waist of the sweats around his waist stood up erect, his normally jovial face was straight and concerned. 

You rushed forward, their eyes turned to you and you ignored their bareness as you searched for Sy. They parted for you until his naked back could be seen, “Sy?”

An older woman handed him a shirt, he turned toward you and grabbed your face. “‘You okay?” he asked. 

Before you could answer, you moved to this side, your eyes dropped to the figure laying on the floor. 

“Ya’ll back up,” Sy called out in a hushed voice. He looked to you again waiting for you to answer his previous question. 

But you couldn’t take your eyes off the man on the floor. Sy nudged your cheek with the back of his hand, moist with sweat it was enough to draw your eyes back to him. “I’m fine, so is Astrid.” you whispered, and then pointed down at the man. “Who is that?”

“He looks-” said Jimbo, but stopped.

Peach had wiggled through the men across from you and Sy. Her blue eyes stayed on the man.

“We shifted on the other side of the property, so we were running,” began Sy, as any mumbling died away. “I scraped my leg near the old pyre. I ain’t ever seen anything like it.” His voice strained as he tried to stay calm while speaking. “What I was lookin’ at split and blurred. There was flashing lights in the sky, these clouds circled us and this asshole popped out and landed right on top of me. And then other things, monsters, fell right along with him and disappeared in the woods.”

Both you and Peach met near the side of this man. His shirt was near new, though unique and more like a tunic than a cotton tee. And his boots were good, strange though.  “There was a high pitched noise, it sounded like a bomb went off in my head.” continued Sy.

You knelt down at his side, staring at the strands of dirty silver hair. “It reminded me of war.” 

Flicking down further down this man’s neck, his pulse thudded quickly underneath pale skin, around the bottom half on his chest and shirt, a medallion on a silver chain. You reached out for it, slowly at first unsure at why you were doing so, but you did it anyway. You held it, still warm from his body and swiped a thumb over the raised décor. “It’s a wolf..” you said softly. 

More than that, it matched the same motif and style of that within the crest of the Syverson heirlooms you had seen so many times. 

“Looks like what is on the wall in the dining room.” 

“I never thought I would see the day…” said Peach.

Sy moved closer, though still standing, at your side. “What’s going on, who is this?”

Your eyes flew back up to the man’s face. Even in his sleep, silver brows seemed to glower in his rest. A familiar profile stuck out to you, it was the same as Sy’s face, same shape of lips, the clef in his chin.

“He looks like you Sloan.” you said, still holding the medallion. 

And it happened fast. Peach gasped first before you realized the man’s eyes opened, yellow and pointed in your direction. He snatched your hand within his and sat up, staring down at you. Crushing your fingers around the metal, the man growled before suddenly blinking slowly. Through his nose, he breathed in deep. “You smell…like flowers...dizzy..” his lips barely moved, your eyes met his as he leaned in closer. He continued to do so, his eyes slowly shut, his hand around yours dropped as Sy stepped in time to push him off you. 

The man crumbled down to his side while Sy helped you stand. “Who is his?” he was looking down at the man, brows drawn together before he stared at Peach.

Teary eyes were still on the silver haired man. Peach, sighed, mumbled something under her breath before she sighed heavily. 

“He’s..” she turned her eyes up to you and then to Sy. “I didn’t think we would ever see him again. Alpha, this man..” she looked back down at him, her hands seeming wanting to reach out to stroke his hair but did not. “This boy is your brother.” she finally said. “Your twin.”

Members of the pack lifted the man and placed him into a bed on the second floor of the cabin. The women had undressed him, mended his scrapes and scratches as he remained unconscious. It was now late morning, daybreak had cast light into the room catching his white hair. You stood at the doorway, observing Peach check his pulse. 

“He’s still breathing, seems to be sleeping.” she said to Sy. 

Your eyes fell to the man. Something solid settled in your chest when you gazed at him. Akin to how you felt for Sy, but different because while you had no idea who he was, you yearned.

“How is that man your brother?”

The sound of your voice breaking the silence had Sy turning toward you. The disappointment in his express was palpable. His eyes rolled to Peach. “‘Feel like I’ve been lied to my whole life.”

“He wasn’t ‘pose to come back! No lie can be undone if there’s no proof Alpha!”

Sy stepped toward the man, pointed, “He’s right there woman! A whole lie laying in my house!”

“Sloan.” 

Olive came in, a large book cradled in her arms, “This was from the old times, before there was a here and our people came to live here.” Sy made to move toward her but stopped when she spoke again, “Your mama made me promise. Omega’s trust is binding.”

She handed the book to you. “In there is about you too.” she said, looking from the thick embossed leather to you.

“What about me Olive?”

“A woman unknown. A stranger no more. Alone in the world, shiftless but finds their grounding.”

You squinted at her. “That could be anybody.”

“--catches the eye of the Alphas.” Olive continued.

Sy interrupts with what you did not catch. “Alphas?”

“First Omega with two mates.” 

You blinked,  and then squeezed the bridge of your nose while struggling to understand. 

“You were destined to be here. The world, gods, -- you were supposed to always be here.” said Olive. “I just..never considered that this prophecy would happen in my time.”

“Maybe if you hadn’t of lied-” Sy growled.

“I had no choice. I was bound by your mother’s word. And her actions were bonded by blood. No way around that, believe me I tried. Your father was missing. And, damnit, your mother knew not to ask the fog for help. She had no idea they would take her son in exchange...” said Olive.

Peach grumbled under her breath. She shuffled toward the end of the bed all the while staring sorrowfully at Sy. “Alpha, this man is your brother.”

“I don’t even know his name.”

“Geralt Syverson. In that book there-” Peach stuck a knobby knuckled finger toward the thick tome. “Says right in there, that man’s name is Geralt.”

Olive sniffed the air for a moment and glanced back at you.

“The rut is tonight.” she said, still staring at you. “Whatever it is you need to think about Alpha, you best do it quickly.” She turned her eyes back to him. “Because this is happening. Destiny is willing it.”

“I don’t give a damn about destiny-”

“I think you will find it is hardly worth out running.” the man mumbled from the bed. “Believe me I’ve tried.”

“Where am I?” he said while glancing out the window. Geralt sat up, moaned deeply and held his head before shifting his eyes up to the man who mirrored his likeness. “And I need a bath.”

You stood tense outside the kitchen door. Back so tight, it was fit to snap but you pivoted from ball to heel, rested the back of your head against the grain. This man’s voice settles in the knot between your shoulder blades. It struck you even deeper in your gut, your soul, whatever that warm feeling that sat in the middle of your chest. 

You know more than not, that the reason is something more than soulmates, and connections. You can smell it from here, him, just as you suspected he could sniff you out too. It was raw in your nose, primal, and instinctual.

And you were grateful that the occasional passerby did not stop. Like you, they too avoided the kitchen while this visitor ate.

“Is she yours?” asked Geralt.

Without a pause, “Yes.”

“So she follows you everywhere you go?” he asked. “Why is she standing out there?”

Sy called your name, slowly you rolled on your arm toward the entry. The moment his yellow eyes landed on yours longing unfolded within you. 

“I find myself, once again, in a strange land.” he said lightly. Geralt chewed off a bite of toast and gestured toward Sy. “And this man says he is my brother. However, I believe I am much better looking. What do you say?” he said as he swallowed the mouthful.

Sy sat in the chair sideways, with his large legs splayed, he hunched over with his fist flat at the knuckles and pressed into his thigh. He turned his head to you, utterly gentle, soft even to Geralt’s gaze he gave you a half grin. 

“Why are you here?” You asked.

Walking over to Sy, you kept watching Geralt the same as his eyes stayed on you. His chewing paused when you grew close, his eyes fell to the arm Sy wrapped around behind your hips before looking you in the eyes.

“I have no idea.” said Geralt, and turned back to his plate. 

Slowly his gaze moved from the pile of eggs to the book between him and Sy. He picked up the bottle of beer, chugged it while still staring at the words on the pages. Such an odd man, you observed, since waking he even walked around with a sword strapped to his back. Like now, his top half curved over his plate, those strange eyes shifting -- taking in his surroundings without looking too long.

“But I overheard something about a rut?” He said to Sy. “What are you some sort of animal? A pack of mutant dogs?” he chuckled.

Sy didn’t join in his amusement. 

“Werewolves.”

Sy jerked his chin, cut his eyes down to the medallion around Geralt’s neck. And casually, glanced back at that symbol on the ancient page. 

“That’s the mark of my family. Our inheritance.”

Geralt put down his beer and leaned back in the wooden chair stiffly. 

He rolled his jaw, flicked his tongue between his back teeth and looked to you first. “I’m over a hundred years old.” he said, and then stared at Sy. “Either this is some sort of time dream, or I’m your ancestor. This place doesn’t look like the Continent. Lacks greater magic, but this medallion - it’s been gently vibrating since I’ve arrived.”

“It warns me of magic and danger,” he said. “It’s no family heirloom. It was given to me once I completed my trails.”

It was absurd to think of movies or the vast stories of time travel, but it was all you had. 

“So what if you were taken there as an infant.” You looked to Sy. “Like Olive said.” 

“And time moves differently in this place you grew up in.” Geralt stared up at you, listening. 

“Wouldn’t that account for something? You’re talking about all this magic like it’s true. That’s not how it is here. And only recently have I even considered anything like it.”

You continued to stare back at his unwavering glare. “Don’t you feel different?”

A long silence followed. Sy caught you staring, the heaviness of his grip on your hip pulled you to stare back at your mate. He was still considering Geralt, the man continued to look at you until he spoke.

“He does. And by the end of the night I’m sure you’ll understand why...brother.”

The title brought Geralt’s focus back to Sy. “Odder things have happened in my long life. What’s one more?”

They, the pack, took this new/old comer in stride. Stranger than his sudden appearance was how they welcomed him back into the fold of their lives. Twelve hours since he arrived and Peach was here in front of you talking about him like he had always been.

Her eyes burst with delight as she spoke about him as a baby. How good he was, that he cried very little, and always needed cuddling.

Peach was covered in dark soil. From the creases around her knuckles to the edge of her temple. The old woman cut herbs down to the root as she spoke. 

“Are you ready?” she asked.

You blinked a few times, coming back to the moment. You nodded. 

Peach threw the last bunch of tarragon in her basket and stood up slowly. “I think your baked chicken will go good with that.”

Peach huffed, shook her head and looked to you exasperated. “That’s not what I was talking about. Don’t be coy. The rut.”

“You think Sy is really going to allow a stranger-”

“It’s not about what he will allow. It’s a bond with the land that was paid in blood before you even knew we existed. It is what it is.”

You laid Astrid down back in the bassinet. Ready for tonight's pack dinner you walked from the room you shared with Sy. You peaked back through the door at the young woman you had left your child in care of. 

She sat in the chair near, cracked open her book and smiled back at you. 

You buried the anxiety with a tight nod back. Already the house buzzed with high spirits, for the arrival, and for the eve of their time of bonding. The closer you came to the dining hall the louder it was and thicker the fragrance. 

The two of them, different but the same, had the effect within you.

Entering the voices quieted. Some familiar faces looked at you, smiled, nodded as you passed down the center of the long tables toward the one sitting long ways. Your space was empty, a vast void between Sy and Geralt. 

They stared at you. But your eyes fell to Sy only. 

And so you sat between the two big men. Something about them, their demeanor toward one another -- something had changed. And it poured over during dinner. They no longer seemed like two strangers. 

Geralt leaned back on his right hand, just behind you and whispered in your ear. “I hear we have some catching up to do.”

Sy glanced at you from the side of his eye before answering a member of his pack from across the tables. 

And you said nothing in return, and you did not look at him either. You picked at the potato salad on the plate before you and forced yourself to listen to Sy’s words. 

“I’ll be gentle.” Geralt whispered again, this time close enough to feel his breath brush against your ear. “Maybe...” he chuckled softly. “..if you’re good.”

You stared at Geralt from your place at the front of the pack on the balcony. He stood there observing the pack members, shoulders straight, chin level, and those yellow eyes stopping and studying ever so often. The weather fell, cold wind swept through the crowd of people staring at their Alpha. If not for the occasional blinks, and subtle tilt to his head, you would have thought Geralt was made of stone as Sy spoke.

“These are peculiar times,” said Sy, shifting his head and eyes from you to Geralt on his left. “But we aren’t strangers to oddities as such. As you all have heard, this man here is my brother.”

Indistinct mumbles descended through the fifteen or twenty men and a few women standing in front of you, Sy, and Geralt. 

Sy held up his for silence. “Geralt Syverson was a child of bond made in blood. Our mother’s sorrow over the loss of our father was paid by Geralt’s exchange. It carried him off beyond the world we see now.” 

Sy looked over at Geralt, who cut his eyes to him. “Carried him to distant lands where he was taken in by a woman. From what I gather his life has been hard.”

Your mate turned his focus back to the pack. “He was..changed by the people of the land.”

“Why is he back?” called a voice. “Why now?” said another.

Sy turned his head to the right and looked at you for a moment and then addressed the crowd. “The dark soul about a year back did it. The last one killed before that, was the night payment was due and my brother was taken.”

“Is he one of us?” asked a tall man, his black eyes swept from Geralt’s boots to silver hair before looking at Sy.

“‘Can’t be a Prime. There’s never been two.” he added.

Sy stared after the pack member, you could see it in his brows as he carefully considered his next words. 

“There is now.”

The crowd mumbled some more, whispers, disgruntled and blameful rolled over them once again. 

“There’s more on this land than we know.” Sy said loudly over them. “Shit we never seen is going on in the woods and my brother knows about it.”

Sy glanced over at Geralt who was already staring at him. “He will help. This is home now.”

Geralt nodded. “I kill monsters.”

His eyes drifted from Sy to you. “And as far as this being my home, it remains to be seen.”

“You will.” Sy clapped his big hand over Geralt’s leather clad shoulder and squeezed. “The air is changin’, you feel it?”

And as if speaking it into existence the wind shifted around them. The Alpha’s restless stances moved with one another feeling the resonance of their Alpha Prime’s words.

Geralt said nothing at first, his eyes traced back to the men. In the light of the balcony his skin shone slick with sweat. Sy grinned. 

“Alright, ya’ll - meet up in a few hours.”

Sy dropped his hand, the other messaged your back and wrapped around you to pull you forward through the crowd along with Geralt.

“First order down this path is claiming.” said Sy quietly while walking through the row of doors back into the house. “They have it easier, like during the change-- like me because we have mates.”

Your stomach dropped. 

Still sweating and rather perturbed Geralt grunted out unamused, “I glanced through the book Syverson.” 

“Sy?” you rounded on him taking a few steps up the stairs. “This is ridiculous. I’m not-”

Sy suddenly took to the stairs, growling in his throat forcing whatever retort back down in your throat. He grabbed your arm and began to walk you up the stairs. 

“Come with me brother,” called Sy over his shoulder. And when you glanced back at the silver haired man. He was staring at you, his breaths heavy and you recognized he could smell you just as you could scent him out.

You pulled against Sy, but it didn’t matter. He dragged you into their room. Gone was the bassinet, the child you shared with Sy and the room was lit by candle light and the night sky filtering through the large windows.

Geralt followed and closed the door behind him. 

“Try it,” said Sy. And he repeated the growl in this throat. “Think of subduing without touching.” he added, and twisted you around to face Geralt. 

“Don’t-” you said.  “I never agreed to this. I-”

Geralt stepped forward, the rumble in his throat began low and hit you harder than Sy. A deep jolt in your pelvis and wetness seeped from between your folds. The sound of his call was raw, unwavering and only grew the longer he stared into your eyes. 

“A curious creature,” his hand caressed your cheek, smearing the tear into your skin. “So lovely.”

Sy released you and stepped to the side. “She was made for us. In every way possible, brother.”

Geralt hummed, blinked slowly as your compliance melted into his psyche. He had been to the edges of the Continent, seen worlds broad and miniscule. But this, the sensation to ravish and take had never been stronger than in this moment. The urge to...plant, sow his legacy felt primal and ancient.

Sy breathed in deep, smelling the fragrance of your heat fill the room. “She’ll fight. But it only makes it sweeter.”

You fought against the rush. “You--don’t know what you're talking about Sy..please..” you strained to look away from Geralt.

“You know what the rut does to me baby..” whispered Sy. “You belong to us now.”

Sy walked from the room, leaving you to Geralt. And with him any hope that the man you loved, wouldn’t do this. But the moment the thick wooden door clicked shut Geralt tore at your t-shirt, grabbed the back of your hair and pulled you against his chest. 

His lips hovered over yours. Humming the Alpha chant he kept you there staring into your eyes. 

“I have so much power over you.” his deep voice mollified your senses. “It was confusing at first, this world, how it worked. But I feel the desperate pull to be inside you, entirely. And I fear.”

Throat dry, you struggled to speak against the cloudy haze of hormones. “--fear?”

“That I wouldn’t be able to stop myself..” Geralt pressed his lips on top of yours. He split them with his tongue, plunging and licking your teeth and tongue. 

You pushed against him, you tried to unglue yourself from the nature blossoming inside. It wasn’t nearly enough. 

“The more you resist,” he groaned and kissed around your mouth slowly making his way back to your mouth. “The worse it is..”

Geralt fumbled with his armor, shedding it fast when he released you to sway where you stood. And before you knew it, his naked form stood in front of you, the muscles with dark swirls of hair coating his chest and down a wide trail over his abdomen toward his chubby, thick cock.

You lunged to the left, but you were too overcome by the nature of your place in this culture. Geralt grabbed you about the chest and waist and walked you toward the bed. Shaking your head, crying was met with his Alpha hum. 

He tossed you on the bed back first, stripped your pants away and pulled off what was left of the tattered shirt. Head half empty, the other overpowered by lust, beckoned him to fulfil his duty. 

And as he pounced on top, before you could stop yourself, your fingers traced over the mounds of his pecks, around his shoulders and pulled him toward you. 

Geralt’s tight grin, his yellow eyes delighted in your sudden offering. But he grabbed your wrists anyway, held you down below him. And without much care, squeezed his way past your slippery folds. 

His mass pounded your body into the bed. His slick, porcelain skin slides against the tops of your nipples, you swear the briny dripping from him is your ultimate undoing. He takes from you, but his thrust gives in its own ritualic way. There was no escaping the act of completion, and as the swollen feeling in your clit cascaded into bone aching bliss you fell into his command. Your Alpha Prime, the second man in your life. 

He flipped you over, ass up and fell back into line with his rhythmic thrusting. It didn’t matter that he spread you further, had a handful of your face in his hand pressed against his jaw. He powered away inside of you, dropped his lips along your neck. And with his other hand, he held your head down, licked the stretch of moist skin there slowly. 

“I claim you,” Geralt whispered and buried his cock deep. His teeth nipped the skin of your neck, your ass arched more, craving the pain of his depth. And his bite pierced at the same time he spilled inside of you. Your whimpering, the small, surrendering mewl flared his nostrils as he bit down harder. 

The door slammed open smacking the wall, your eyes rolled in your skull before falling on the shape of Sy. He walked in and shoved it back shut. 

“I can’t wait any longer,” he groaned and began to peel off his clothes. “I can smell her down to the kitchen…”

Geralt tried to move inside of you. Another round of simpering whines called from your mouth. Sy rushed to the side of the bed where your head rested.

“Don’t,” Sy warned. “You’ll hurt her.” he said softly while stroking your hair. 

“Lay there with her, hold her. She’ll bond with you until you can pull out again.” he instructed.

Sy sat on the floor, he laid his head not too far away from your own as Geralt wrapped his arms around your back to your chest. You stared back at him as he gazed at you achieving peace.

“Good girl.” he whispered. 

Geralt turned his head back into your neck, humming low, and sniffing your hairline slowly it stimulated the vibration of love deep inside of you. The rush spread.

“Now you have two of us.” said Geralt.

“It’ll be my turn next,” added Sy. “We’ll take care of you, baby.”

The Next Morning

The brothers ran together last night. Their howls carried through the room and even invaded your sleep. Dreams of a black wolf, a white wolf, fog, wilderness kept you stuck to the bed most of the early morning. 

The night sitter brought Astrid to the room as the sun rose. And you spent time with your daughter despite the ache in your body. When the voices in the cabin began to grow louder you knew they were home again. 

You wondered if it was easier for Geralt, the change that night. Not that you saw it in person. But you couldn’t help but feel that your new mate somehow deserved a painless shift. 

And when the sitter came bounding back in off the energy surging through the home. She scooped up Astrid. 

“The Alpha Prime’s are asking about.” her bubbly voice softly rang.

Even if you did feel for Geralt, the night before was remembered. “I don’t care.” you said and got up from the bed. 

“I’ll have some coffee up here.” you added and headed toward the bathroom.

You ignored the smell of food wafting into the bedroom after the shower. Your eyes landed on a tray on the end of the bed. A platter of toast, fruit and thermos of coffee waited for you. 

And so did two tall, disgruntled men.

“Why didn’t you come down?” asked Sy, pushing away from the closed door. 

Geralt slowly walked toward the bed, but turned his back to you and Sy by looking out the window.

You glared at Sy. “You--neither of you gets to decide -”

“Ah but we do.” Geralt butted in, hands clasped behind him he turned from the window.  “The moment you felt me enter your slippery cunt you belonged to the both of us.”

You look to Sy for support but he just stared back.

“From what I’ve learned you have no choice but to submit.” Geralt glanced across the room for affirmation, Sy simply nodded. “Therefore, you will learn to love it.”

You started to snap back, yell, spit anything but a low growl began from Geralt that stopped you in your tracks. “I don’t want to hurt my...mate.”

Geralt and Sy walked toward you, the silver haired at the left, the bushy faced man at the right. Sy put his hands on his hips and grinned kindly back at you.

“We want you happy, dove.” Geralt carcasses your face, he dipped in and began to sniff your cheek, down your neck. “God, do you smell that?” he asked Sy.

Sy stepped over, you turned your watery eyes to him. He was softer with his eyes, gazing at you with love. Geralt held the back of your head allowing Sy to lean in toward the pulse point on your neck and ran his nose across your skin.

“It’s sweet. Like honey, or some wild flower but deeper, yes?” he asked Sy.

He knew that smell alright, the deep resonant fragrance coated the back of this throat. It flipped a switch in the back of his mind as he breathed in deep. He wouldn’t have to mate to procreate, not for a few months.

“She’s pregnant. That’s the smell..and it smells like she has both of us in there.”

....to be continued...

[whyeverr]

I'm all out of sims to share 5 facts about (at least sims old enough to have backstories!) but @cowplant-snacks tagged me in her post and it's got me thinking…

Why not share 5 predictions based on how I think Lydia’s life might be shaped by her in-game quirks and traits? 👀 You could consider these mild spoilers, I guess, in that it’s stuff that hasn’t happened yet, but it’s absolutely possible that some if not all of my predictions will end up in the scrap heap based on luck rolls or how things play out in-game. I really do let that stuff shape a lot of what happens in my BACC!

Lydia's toddler trait is Inquisitive (my choice after she earned the Top-Notch Infant trait) and she’s well on track to max all her toddler skills and earn Top-Notch Toddler as well. I don’t know what trait I will choose for her when she ages up just yet but I think inquisitiveness and a desire for learning will carry on into her childhood.

I think Lydia will be musically inclined (she’s had the Loves Sounds quirk as both an infant and a toddler) — and might pick up the guitar skill from Tyler, or learn another instrument on her own.

Lydia also has the Destructive toddler quirk (hence the more than average amount of autonomous messes she gets up to making!) and… as much as the only child, Top-Notch traits, etc might paint a picture of a golden child, I think some rebellion might be in order. Especially if the wilds stick around and get her fired up about autonomy and child rights.

Looking way way way into the future, I see Lydia following in her parents’ footsteps as a fellow Founder (technically speaking) of New Promise. There is so much to be accomplished, and I can’t see it all happening in Octavia and Tyler’s lifetimes, even with my ridiculously long lifespans. 😁 Based on her current traits and quirks I see her playing that role similar to Tyler: both the big ideas and getting your hands dirty making it happen stuff, with someone else’s more rational mindset present to bounce ideas off of and help strategize / prioritize work.

Lydia will remain an only child (not based on traits or anything, just storyline). I imagine the family will always have at least one dog and she will have a close bond with household pets and other animals.

[skywarpie]

Ratti

hey remember when i talked about that rat bringing its owner its babies and how copia would love that? yea well here’s the fic to accompany it; additional dad Copia for your enjoyment.

AO3 link  881 Words. 

Copia hums under his breath as he readjusts the tiny bundle that’s nestled in his arms. He’s never really had much experience when it comes to babies. Granted he always seems to have the magic touch, something that the mothers of the ministry see fit to exploit when their babies won’t stop crying. Once in his arms they always seem to settle and Copia assumes that’s probably a good thing because it’s at least given him a little practice with tiny humans. Not that he minds, there’s always something comforting about holding a baby, at least to him. That and he’s always a little sad to see them go when their parents deem it suitable to reclaim them.

This one is different though. This baby is his and he never has to put her down (even though his Prime Mover insists that the infant doesn’t need to be held at every waking moment, Copia digresses). 

Truthfully speaking, being a father isn’t something that Copia ever thought was in his cards. Every time he’s seemed to get ahead in his life, something has come around to knock him back down three notches. It only made sense that he’d probably never have a family of his own. Good things were rare and in between for him. 

It seemed his luck had changed for the better though once he was elevated to Papa. Not that he was complaining. In his opinion, Copia could care less about the title as long as he got to keep his tiny family. 

The bundle in his arms shifts and lets out a soft coo as she scratches her tiny face.

“Ah, la mia bambina!” His voice is soft but it’s easy to hear the ever growing panic in Copia’s voice. He nudges the pink blanket away from the baby’s face, gently grabbing her tiny hand before she can scratch her face by accident. His Prime Mover says he’s more anxious than them, which theoretically isn’t wrong. The whole first week the baby had been in the world, he’d diligently sat closely, listening to her breathing to ensure it was normal and there were no hiccups. A bit of overkill probably, but he couldn’t help it. Copia has spent a lifetime having things he’s loved or enjoyed ripped from him.

The baby grunts her frustration but settles back down with a yawn, causing a large goofy smile to stretch across Copia’s face. 

There’s a light scratching sound that catches his attention, his eyes raising to look off to the corner of his desk. A tiny fawn rat comes scurrying up the side of his work station, trotting all the way over. The rat stops once it’s in front of him and it drops the tiny blob that it’s been carrying. The rat looks up to him expectantly, its tiny eyes blinking rapidly.

“Tagliatelle!” Copia does his best to keep his voice low. “Where have you been, ragazza matta?” He smiles, his eyes catching on the tiny bundle moving on his desk. An even wider grin paints his face, it stretches all the way to his eyes, signifying his joy. “La ragazza disubbidiente.” Copia scoops the baby rodent up from his desk top, holding it like it’s made of fine glass. “I guess this answers my question, eh?”

As if in response the rodent takes off, only to return a few seconds later with another baby, then another, and another. She repeats this until there are a total of eight rat pups situated on Copia’s desk. “I suppose congratulazioni are in order.” He laughs, delighted. 

Tagliatelle makes a fuss of moving her tiny babies when they start to get too far away from her, going so far as to pluck one by its middle section and place it back in her reach. 

��Oh!” It’s as if the thought has just dawned on him. “If we are showing off babies, it is only fair I share mine with you, eh?” Carefully he maneuvers his arms until the baby’s face is in clear view of the rat. 

The rodent scurries over, her nose twitching as she sniffs at the tiny face wrapped in blankets. Her whiskers tickle the small face, resulting in a delighted coo and grin. 

Copia’s eyebrows raise high enough that they could reach his hairline. “She likes you!” It’s a bit louder than he wanted it to be. The infant in his arms letting him know with a frustrated cry. A sorry expression settles on his face as he looks back to the rat. “She likes you.” He whispers it this time, as if the rodent didn’t just hear his delighted outburst.

Tagliatelle spends a moment more smelling along the baby's face before she turns and makes her way back to her own babies. She snatches one by the scruff as it gets too close to the edge and drags it back to the pile to be with its siblings.

The goofy smile he’s been wearing still rests on Copia’s face. As if he already couldn’t love his child any more, her reaction, though most would chalk up to being a baby's reflexes, to his rodent makes his heart swell even more. Yes, he has spent a lifetime losing things he holds dear, but this time will be different.

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Tagliatelle - Noodles ragazza matta - Crazy girl La ragazza disubbidiente - Naughty girl congratulazioni - congratulations

[hensleylegacyquarters]

And here she is! Poppy Marie Hensley, the heir of Gen 3!

Primary traits: Loves the Outdoors, Hot-Headed, and Vegetarian

Aspiration (for now): Inner Peace

Other traits: Top-Notch Infant, Top-Notch Toddler, High Self-Esteem, Scouting Aptitude, Compassionate, Good Manners, Home Turf and Spa Membership

[hotheadrednecksimmer]

Birthdays & Family Photos! - VTC

[This will also serve as an updated Character list]

Clem aged up into a teen!

Clementine Graham [Teen] is the second child of Alexia and Jameson Graham. She prefers to go by Clem! Her current traits are Art Lover, Loyal, Top Notch Infant, High Self-Esteem, Muser and her Aspiration is Painter Extraordinaire [As of right now, may change when she becomes a Young Adult]. She's currently really close with her sister Valentine, and friends with Branson and Owyn.

Ophelia aged up into a Child!

Ophelia is the second child of Saylor and Ben Garrison! Ophelia is really close with her parents! Ophelia's traits are Bookworm, Top Notch Infant, and she has High Confidence!

Bellamy aged up into a Toddler!

Bellamy is the first and only child of Jameson and Mabel, his half siblings are Valentine, Clementine, and Branson. Bellamy's traits are Silly, Happy Infant, Loves Sounds, Loves Water and he's a Messy Eater. He's close with his parents and siblings.

Left to Right: Clementine, Bellamy, Valentine, Jameson, Mabel, and Branson.

Valentine Graham [Teen] is the first child of Jameson and Alexia and the older sister of Clementine and Bellamy, and the first baby born in the Vault! Valentine prefers to go by Val! Val traits are Hot-Headed, Self-Absorbed, and Top Notch Infant! She is currently really close with her sister, her parents, Branson, and Owyn who she also has a huge crush on! Her current Aspiration is Soulmate [Likely to change bc there's not a lot of good aspirations for teenagers].

Jameson Graham [Adult] is currently Vault 95's Gardener and Teacher! Jameson is recently divorced from Alexia and in a relationship with Mabel Corley! Jameson is the dad of Valentine, Clementine, and Bellamy! He is also the step-dad of Branson! His traits are Self-Assured, Neat, Bookworm, and Lovebug! Jameson is currently close with all of his children and Mabel! His current Aspiration is Freelance Botanist!

Mabel Corley [Adult] is Vault 95's Doctor-In-Training under Saylor and is taking care of the younger children when she's not in the clinic. Mabel is currently in a relationship with Jameson! Mabel was previously married to Cornelius, they divorced after Mabel realized she was no long happy with him. Due to Cornelius' temper and unwillingness to leave Mabel alone, he was kick out of the Vault. Mabel's traits are Cringe, Genius, and a Bookworm. Her current aspiration is Soul Mate!

Branson [Teen] is Mabel and Cornelius' first and only child together, and is the big brother to Bellamy [Mabel and Jameson's child]. Branson is currently really good friends with Clementine and Owyn. Branson's traits are Practice Makes Perfect, Creative, High Self-Esteem, and Quick Learner. His current Aspiration is Nerd Brain!

The Graham-Corley Family!

Left to right: Clementine, Alexia, and Valentine!

The Graham Family!

[I just wanna say it's so cool to see the difference between the girls, Valentine looks more like her father, Jameson, and Clementine looks like her mom! Genes are interesting when they actually work in the sims LOL]

Alexia [Adult] is currently Vault 95's Overseer! Alexia recently divorced Jameson and is sleeping (but not in a relationship with) with Ellis Johnstone! Alexia is the mom to two girls, Valentine and Clementine! Her traits are Genius, Perfectionist, Geek, and while playing she got Romantically Reserved! She's currently battling with a fear of Death which make sense considering she's going out into the wasteland soon! Alexia's aspiration is Super Parent!

The Graham Girls! Clementine & Valentine!

Left to Right: Owyn, Ophelia, Saylor, and Ben!

Owyn [Teen] is the first child born to Saylor and Ben, and the big brother to Ophelia. Owyn is currently best friends with Valentine and has a huge crush on her! Owyn is close with his parents, his younger sister, Clementine, and Branson! Owyn's traits are Cheerful, Good, Happy Toddler, Top Notch Infant, High Self-Esteem, and Collector! His current Aspiration is Freelance Botanist!

Saylor [Adult] is currently Vault 95's Doctor, the wife of Benjamin, and mom to Owyn and Ophelia! Saylor's traits are Family-Oriented, Neat, Active, & Outgoing! Saylor is close with her husband and children, and Alexia! Her Aspiration is Bodybuilder!

Benjamin [Adult] is currently Vault 95's Cook and takes care of the younger children when not cooking in the kitchen! Benjamin prefers to go by Ben! Ben is married to Saylor and is the dad to Owyn and Ophelia! Ben's current traits are Family-Oriented, Creative, Perfectionist, Romantic, and Cheerful. Ben is currently struggling with a Fear of Death! Ben is close with his wife and children!

Left to Right: Ellis and Kenzie Johnstone!

Ellis [Adult] is currently the Vault's extra engineer [along with Alexia] and helps Jameson in the greenhouse. Ellis was married before the bombs but his wife wasn't able to make it to the bomb shelter before the bombs dropped. Ellis and Mary [Deceased Wife] had a daughter and named her Kenzie. Ellis' traits are Bookworm, Outgoing, and Gloomy. Ellis recently ventured out into the Wasteland with Alexia and has started seeing Alexia (not in a relationship, they just be having woohoo [LOL]). Ellis is currently close with Kenzie and Alexia. While out in the Wasteland, Ellis learned what Kenzie is turning into yet he has not shared that with anyone but Alexia.

Kenzie [Teen] is the first and only child of Ellis and Mary [Deceased]. Kenzie is currently struggling with Radiation poisoning. Before Radiation poisoning, Kenzie's hair color was black, it is currently White. Kenzie's traits are Paranoid & Ghoul [This is to give her some afflictions that she otherwise wouldn't have symptoms of turning into a Ghoul, Kenzie is not aware that she is turning into a Ghoul]. Another change in Kenzie, her eyes are now completely white!

Skill Check for Alexia [the ones that matter for the challenge]:

Programming: 6

Handiness: 6

Robotics: 9

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[randomabiling]

NaNoWriMo Entry #2

Pearl

July, 1891

“Robert, I don’t know what was so important-”.

His lips were upon hers and the rest of her words were swallowed into the depths of his soul as he covered her mouth so completely she gasped for air. Hands, greedy to feel every inch of her, pressed into the tender places that made her squirm with pleasure. Eyes closed, pops of light burst behind her lids as he pinched and caressed and pulled. Her mind spiraled into a dizzying freefall, all thoughts of seating charts and flower arrangements interrupted. There was no longer thinking, just a frenzy of feelings and impulses as her own hands instinctively responded, manipulating him in the ways he liked, making him groan and pant as he backed her into the wall.

She felt the absence of his hand and heard the small click of the lock, the knob secured against intrusion. It was like the release of a dam, both of them becoming more frantic in their movements, tearing at skirts and clasps and buttons. The loss of clothing made her hot skin prickle with gooseflesh and her shiver only fueled Robert’s need as he pushed her onto their bed and topped her. Finally finding the friction she craved as his body filled every blank space on hers, Cora rocked against him, taking him deep and holding him tightly. Their undulating rhythms quickened, and their release crested at the same time, both of them crashing against each other with each pleasurable and delicious wave.

When they’d both stilled, Robert collapsed beside her, his head resting on her sweaty shoulder, is finger tracing patterns above her breast. The tip touched the string of pearls still roped around her neck. She could feel one of the beads cradled in the hollow between her collar bones and that was the one he played with, pushing it back and forth lazily. The jewelry had been a gift from him after Mary’s birth and had quickly become one of her favorite pieces. 

“I should have thought on this more, when I bought it.” Robert leaned upward on his elbow, his face hovering over hers and his eyes directed onto the pearls.

“Hmm?” Cora felt drowsy suddenly, the carnal exertion adding to the almost constant fatigue she felt as the mother of an infant. 

“It covers my favorite spot!” Robert’s pout made her chuckle, and slowly his head dipped lower and he suckled the spot the pearl had occupied. The attention, the lingering kisses that grew more passionate, set her flesh tingling once again. 

“The suprasternal notch.” Cora’s voice cracked as his hand slid up the length of her body, as it cradled the slope of her breast. 

“Whatever it is, it’s glorious.It’s mine.” Robert’s mouth covered hers and her hips lifted in response, the pearls forgotten as they sailed towards release for a second time.