I’ve hit you over the head with the breeding kink bat today, but I’m coming back around.
Quinn would be such a feral little fuck about it. He’d taunt you with everything he was doing. Wouldn’t be hiding from the fact that he’s trying to baby trap you. Making a big deal about how you’re stuck there. How much cum he’s fucking into you.
He’d tell you exactly where you are in your cycle. How he’s been counting, tracking. How long he’s been wanting to have you restrained under him.
All his to breed-
I might uh, be a bit off my head today
🚩dark content🚩
Hello, 911 ☎️ I would like to report a murder. Yes, it's this one. I saw her hit someone with a bat. She also just came back to hit that someone AGAIN. I just saw it. Oh, yes, didn't say that? It is I who got murdered. I am merely a ghost now, I fear. 👻 I must avenge myself. 🫠🤧
Sealing Your Fate
Relationship: dark bf!Q x F!Reader
TW/CW: 18+, MDNI, Smut, Dark, Baby-trapping / Extreme breeding Kink (use protection, lovelies. do not let anyone baby-trap you when you're not ready), Dub-con, Overstimulation and mention of future use of restraints.
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Quinn could only chuckle about how easily he got you used to submitting to him and being tied up, how easily he got you used to the stretch of your thighs being spread so widely and raised up until you were almost folded in half, how easily he made you lose yourself as he fucked into you harder. He would fuck you dumb, propping your hips with two pillows until you were gushing around him. So fucking clueless on what would happen next.
He already played long game of earning every bit of your trust. For every week, he fucked you with condoms after you told him you had to get off of your birth control. Every week that he had to pretend that he was still sane while he took notes when your cycle start, when it ended, when you were ovulating. Oh, it fucking irked him how much cum he wasted, how much time have passed because you still had the freedom to leave him.
He couldn't have that.
You were not allowed to fucking leave at any point in the present or future.
While Quinn was harshly fucking your pussy, his fingers digging into the back of your thighs, he would stare at you as your thighs shook, as your body arched from the bed, as his sweat dripped over your skin and mixing with yours, as your lips begged him for a break. He would always give you a break, but not now.
However, he would pull away, grinning at how you sag, your eyes showing both relief and betrayal, because he knew exactly how close you were. So fucking greedy when you already came exactly six times when he hasn't.
That was when he would slap your pussy with his cock, making you gasp and writhe, making you recoil at the sight of the broken condom.
"Quinn, you need to change--"
He would cut you off with a darker laugh, leaning back and sitting on his ankles as he combed back his hair, staring at you with a manic look in his eyes.
He was gone.
"Now, why would I do that?" He asked. "Why would I waste my cum when you're a couple of days away from ovulating? You're so fertile now, so I will fuck you until it takes, my Love."
He tore off the pathetic remains of latex, sinking his tip into your pussy, chuckling at how you were sucking him in. So fucking greedy. All while you still tried to move back, to escape.
Not like you were going anywhere. Not when you were tied to the bedframe that was bolted into the floor. There was nowhere to go for you.
He would be absolutely feral with his harsh thrusts, his heart pounding at every plea and every tear, because he felt exactly how much you clenched around him like you didn't want him to slip out. He wouldn't.
He would slap his palm over your thighs, over your sensitive clit, until you were coming and making a mess then he would slam into you, spurting his hot cum so deeply that you were looking at him with both fear and awe.
He knew it. You wanted his baby as much as he does. You just needed to face the inevitability of it happening soon.
Not letting himself get soft, he would languidly thrust into your pussy, gritting at how his cum dripped around him. Angry at the continued waste but he still has more to give you, so whatever. He hissed when your hips pathetically and successfully meeting his thrust.
That set him off to another frenzy, ignoring his own sensitivity. Ignoring your fresh set of tears. Ignoring the dark spots dancing on his vision.
Quinn had plans. He already got a chain that would be long enough for you to get to the restroom, an ankle shackle that was lined with soft cotton and fur that you wouldn't get any friction burns, oils to soothe your aches when he actually needed to rest. It would be just for this week. He would be more vanilla after. He would try, at least.
Right now, he wouldn't stop.
He would fuck you until your pussy was too full that you would be dripping cum for hours or days. Until your pussy was red and raw and so utterly fucked. Until you finally reached the exact day of your ovulation. Until the next fucking day because he would not lose any fucking chance of you getting pregnant.
Because he needed you to stay with him. Forever.
In his mind, his and your baby would seal your fate with him.
Your Honor, I didn't do anything. I swear! I am the one who got killed. Two hits to my head! Oops. Good night.
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| Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 | Part 3.5
He's driving home from the quarry when he hears the ambulance. He doesn't think much of it. In hindsight, it's rare to see an ambulance in Hawkins.
But in California? Fire trucks, ambulances, cruisers, they were always around. Making noise with sirens, especially in the neighborhood they lived in.
It's when he gets home he realizes it's important.
Susan paces the porch. She's runs to the Camaro iwhen he pulls up to the curb. He doesn't even have time to shift into park.
He's confused more than anything. Susan barely even speaks to him, never mind greets him when it's fucking 40 degrees or whatever.
"Did you know?" her voice is short and accusatory.
"Know what?" He can't turn the car off because his windows are down and she's apparently in the mood for a god damn lecture. Guess she's choosing now to be a step parent or whatever. It's like they think he's a mind reader or whatever.
"Max and that..." she fixes her hair, "negro boy."
His heart drops through his gut and his shoulders start to shake. Oh shit. Oh no.
Fuck this small fucking town. And all the fucking gossip. and all the fucking nosy ass people who have nothing better to do with their lives.
The ambulance flashes through his head. Neil's truck isn't here. At first he'd been relieved, but it's past five and he should be home.
He dropped the shitbird off at the arcade earlier, which is only two blocks from the Tavern.
For months he'd been warning Max not to be seen with Lucas, especially alone. To not walk from the arcade to the stupid ice cream parlor, which was across the street from the Tavern.
And he'd given her more money than he normally does. Fuck!
Why the fuck was he nice to her?!
"So you did know," she's angry, her knuckles turning white where she gripped the edge of the car. "How could you let that happen? How could you just--"
"You're lecturing me?" he barked, defaulting to anger. "I know you're a spineless bitch, but I didn't peg you for a stupid one! Let go and back off."
She huffed, angry, "How dare you speak to me- When your father..." she trails. She's never threatened him before, especially not with his father.
"He'll punish her too," he hissed through his teeth. A warning. A threat of his own. Surely she's not this stupid. "Go ahead. Tell him I swore at you. He'll beat the shit out of me either way. You better hope she's alive when I find her. Now. Let. Go."
She stumbles back, pale as a ghost. She trembles as he speeds off, leaving her in the middle of the street.
He gets to the hospital and has to flirt with three different nurses before someone finally gives him something he can use. The third one is a lot like Karen Wheeler in the hot and bothered never fucked by her husband way and ends up bringing him to the third floor where Lucas has been admitted. The price for that is her number and promising to call her later. He hedges his bets and warns it might not be right away.
He has no idea what his old man will do to him.
Apparently the story is Lucas got into a fight or something at the quarry. The police will be here soon and they've called his family.
Billy doesn't by it for a second.
She cheerily says he has a friend with him. He prays it's Max. It has to be Max.
He enters the room to find Will with him, but no one else.
"Where's Max?" he demands, hands shaking uncontrollably at his sides.
Lucas looks up at him with his left eye swollen shut. His arm is in a sling and based on the way it's immobilized, they're going to cast it. Then there's the bruises and cuts on his face.
Billy knows Neil's work when he sees it.
"Where is she, Sinclair?" Billy tries again, his voice more gentle this time. He's trying, but he's amped and he's scared. He's terrified.
Lucas looked down at his lap. Lost. He licks his lips and seems to regret it because his tongue goes back between his teeth. One of them is chipped.
"He dragged her into the car," Will answers him.
Billy turns to leave.
"That's why, isn't it?" Lucas finally speaks, his tone quiet and void of emotion. "That's why you kept telling us to be careful. To not be out where we could be seen? It wasn't you."
Billy freezes at the door. How could he answer that? Where they both truly that stupid? That dense? Had he protected Max from Neil to such an extent that she didn't see how dangerous he was?
This was all his fault. Not just what happened to Sinclair, but whatever was going to happen to Max. Whatever was happening to her right now.
"He drove off toward the edge of town."
"Thanks," Billy raises his hand as a form of goodbye. he can't hide his shaking, though.
He slips out onto the stairway when he hears Mrs. Sinclair's voice. He can't face them. He can't get caught up in this or get stuck here. Not right now.
He darts down the stairs and goes back to his car.
Neil will take her into the woods.
Back in California, Neil loved to go on drives. He loved to take Billy on drives before a punishment. He loved punishments in secluded spots in the woods and then bring him to the beach to add salt water to the wounds. Literally.
It was an attempt to make Billy hate the beach. Hate the water. Hate all of the good memories with his mother.
There's no beach here though.
Gripping the steering wheel to keep himself from driving into a tree, to keep himself centered. The truck can make it to places the Camaro can't. The truck can go off road.
Billy doesn't know if he can stop Neil before things get too bad, but he'll try.
Max is his responsibility.
One way or another, he'll get the beating of his life for this.
Better now than later.
The sooner he can redirect his father's anger, the easier it will be on Max.
They might leave Hawkins. There's little chance Neil can hide this, especially with how well liked the Sinclair's are in town.
Why would Lucas lie to protect the guy who beat the shit out of him?
And after Max turns up? She'll be lucky is all she has is a bruised cheek.
He smokes to calm his nerves.
Remembering his father complaining the night before, he drives to the old steel works.
"You never fucking listen, shitbird," he whispers to the empty passenger seat.
I have another rabbot prompt but this one is kind of f up and if my previous intent with a similar plot in the supernatural fandom was anything to go by I am sure that it wont translate from my head to a doc.
I would leave it below the cut so you can ignore me if you want, but it is basically a Toxic Rabbot omegaverse edition
I have this idea I wanted to write were basically Jack was abusive towards Robby. Let me explain a little
Alpha Jack and Omega Robby met in medschool feel in love and they mate, everything dandy there no toxicity so far, and in this AU well Robby got pregnsnt and had twins (a boy and a girl) because why not, so Jack decides to join the army so he can support them and give them a better life and pay their student loans.
Anyways the point here is that while he is away Jack starts changing because of the toxicity he is in, starts leaning into the toxic masculinity and alphas are better. Also I know they are both males and that in normal universe couldnt happen but in this verse relationships between male alphas and nale omegas are recognize if not frowned up. So that is another thing against them
So, Jack comes back from his deployment and starts being verbally and phisically abusive towards Robby. And of course Robby, whose self esteem is in the toilet in any universe and comes from a broken home already, stays for his kids. And it is not like Jack is around much either, so he just take it.
Addamson an Danna start to hate when Robbys mate is on leave, because it neans that Robby will start getting thinner and start arriving with bruises again. They try to convince him to leave Jack but everytime they are close to convincing him, Jack does something that reminds Robbh of the alpha who he fell in love with.
Everything changes when Jack is overseas and the twins present. The first to present is the boy (who I am naming Jr) as an omega, which causes the girl (Harley) to present as an alpha. And the thimg that ends up breaking Robby is that Jr is completely terrified of his Alpha father because he has seen the way he is with their omma, and has heard horror storie Harley is not scared, she is fucking pissed off and completely hates their alpha, so Robby decides to leave not for himself but for his kids. After all, it is not like Jack cant find another omega, Robby knows full well about his mate sex escapades. So that night he moves out with the scentials and his kids stuff, he doesnt tell Jack that though, he will wait for him to come back before breaking the news, even if Danna thinks its stupid
Of course this plan goes to hell when he gets a call mid-shift that Jack almost died getting blowed up by a bomb and lose a leg. And Robby cant let Jack suffer alone, he still loves him. So he nurses Jack back to hell.
And Jack of course has not idea that Robby was going to ask him for separation, but being laid up on a bed sure puts things into perspective about which opinions should matter, specially when all the guys that where on his alpha gang are either dead or have dissapeared the moment they heard he was disabled. And Jack fimds himself reflecting on what he is done, specially when he realizes what has become of his mate. Because Robby is trying to make himself smaller just as to not anger him, his voice is soft barely a whisper when before he used to be very opinated, Jack bows to change that. He also realizes that his children are not there, but Robby explains it away as to making sure Jack recovers the best he can, Jack knows Robby is not telling him something the way his voice trembles slightly. What Robby doesnt tell him is that Jr is terrified of him and Harley is angry at both, at Hack for eberything and at Robby for going back
And I dont know how it happens, but maybe the kids forgot something or their babysitter was sick, or something, but the kids return to the house briefly when they think Jack is upstairs, but Robby snd Jack are in tbe living room and when Jack sees them he expects a tearful reunion, instead the momdnt Jr sees him, his scent gets bitter and he runs to hide in his room, which causes Harley to tear him a new one and she basically reveals that they were leaving and she wishes the ED had killed him because maybe then their Omma could have been free. And now, Jack has to grapple with the fact his daughter hates him, his son is terrified of him and Robby is a shell of the man he swore to protect
DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT
Depictions of graphic torture, vivisection, there is comfort at the end but this is pretty gross
𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader
𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Everyone has nightmares. But when you can feel exactly what's happening to you... it becomes a lot harder to handle.
𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Dead Dove.
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1749
𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝
Cold.
Something cold and unfamiliar pressed against my back.
My nightmares had consisted of the same few things. Chained up or strapped down, used, beaten, rinse and repeat.
It always hurt, always terrified me.
But this unfamiliar feeling of cold and the inability to see… god I wish it was another one of those same nightmares.
“I hope you like the arrangement,” That man. The same man. Always him. “I find it quite enjoyable myself.”
Clinking of metal against metal, rubbing against leather. What was that?
“Your quirk has always been so interesting to me,” He sighed, opening something. Attempting to move my arms or legs proved to be futile. Strapped down and spread out, I was at his mercy.
Something he didn’t have.
“I thought to myself, ‘James, why couldn’t your quirk have been like that?’” Glass bottles clinked. “‘My healing is wonderful, but to create complex structures out of my own blood… now that would be a wonderful thing’.”
The flick of something against glass.
“I’ve spent so, so many years trying to figure out just what makes that pretty body tick.” Metal and cloth slam beside me. I flinch, swallowing hard.
“The one, final thing I have yet to try,” Something sharp drags it’s way up my stomach and between my breasts. “Getting up close and personal.”
A needle digs into my neck. I let out a choked cry, a hand covering my mouth almost immediately.
My chest grows tight as he takes it out, not bothering to put pressure on it. After a few moments, white light floods my vision as cloth drags off of my face.
I furrow my brows. I wasn’t tired, so why did my limbs feel like they were made of lead? “Muscle relaxants are underutilized. They’re great if you take them for muscle spasms, muscle pain, but not for surgery.”
I blinked rapidly as my eyes adjusted to the light change. My stomach dropped. Surgery?
My eyes shot to the side I’d felt the cloth, and I froze.
Various tools and metal instruments, some of which I’d never seen before. A vial of something, sitting beside a used needle.
“Wha… ou oo?” The words slurred together. My head dropped back onto the table, which I could see was metal. I wouldn’t be able to move soon.
“Pancuronium Bromide, a neat little drug. I hear it’s a great muscle relaxer.” He held a marker, slowly and methodically marking my chest and stomach. I could barely make myself look at him. My eyes were all I could move now.
“I also heard that it doesn’t quite have a sedating or pain-reducing effect,” That smile. That twisted, nasty grin. The same one before every fucking session, every beating, everytime he was sober and upset.
I was fucked, completely and utterly.
The snap of gloves caught my attention. I would’ve flinched if I could. His glasses were replaced with goggles, a yellow gown looking thing on his body. White latex gloves on his hands.
“My dear, welcome to your first and last surgical procedure. I’m no trained professional, but I really can’t wait,” He brought the scalpel up to my cheek, cutting into it with a fair amount of force. “God will be so pleased to see you like this…”
I hissed, trying to lean away. But nothing moved.
I’m not entirely sure when it happened. There was nothing, then blinding, white-hot pain.
My mouth opened to let out a scream… but there was nothing. My eyes burned and my face flushed. Bile rose in my throat as I felt my own skin being pulled over like a blanket.
Metal things digging inside my stomach. Pushing my intestines to the side, pressing down on my bladder- I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt urine trickle out.
My face was wet. I didn’t realize I’d been crying.
“How beautiful,” he hummed. I would’ve done anything to get him to stop right there. To move, to do something. To even scream.
But I couldn’t.
He’d taken the few liberties I hadn’t known I had until they were gone.
I was to sit here as he tore me apart. Silent. Unmoving.
I couldn’t fight back.
And that’s exactly what he wanted.
Throbbing, searing pain. Something gave inside of my abdomen. A gurgle escaped my lips as my vision blurred. He held up something red. Was it mine?
A whirring. A saw-like contraption brought up to my chest.
Please. Stop.
I’d never broken a bone before. But this had to be far, far worse.
Dull throbbing, broken by sharp stings and white-hot flashes. Pain is a word that doesn’t begin to describe it.
My entire abdomen burned. He held up white/red items, that smile on his face. I think.
“Even your bones are beautiful… crystals, even within them. Within your very veins. A medical abnormality.” He tossed them onto a side table. I would’ve flinched.
Everything swam in a blur of black, white, and static. The pain ebbed and flowed. Was I losing consciousness? Had my mind decided to block out the pain, or was it so much that I couldn’t even try to process it?
More searing. More throbbing. More stinging.
Fire.
I gasped as it became much, much harder to breathe. Attempting to cough was futile. Liquid built up in my lungs. My eyes wide, I desperately try to move.
Anything.
Even a small shift or cough.
Nothing happened.
The world faded into nothing as my lungs burned more and more, worse than anything I’d felt thus far. My skin flapped against my side as he moved me around.
If there is a god, let him take me.
Please.
Sharp pain in my right eye.
Finally, a scream rips through my lips, and everything turns black.
I shot up in bed, throwing off the covers and grabbing my stomach and chest. Coughing and hacking, I curl in on myself.
Something on my arm. I jerk away, shoving myself onto the far side of the bed. I ripped off the entanglement of blankets on my legs.
I couldn’t breathe.
Was I still drowning?
My breaths grew shorter and shorter. My lungs burned.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I grabbed at my body, trying to close wounds I knew were there.
My skin, thrown over my side like a blanket. Bones on a table. Organs beside me.
Blood.
Another touch.
I screamed, the feeling sending a jolt through my body.
Within my haze, I could make out two red blobs, and a blonde one.
The bed was warm.
Warm?
I grabbed onto a blanket I’d thrown off, holding it tightly. As if it would disappear, or my muscles would fail me.
My skin was together. It had to have been stitched shut.
My organs were gone, they had to be gone, I saw him take them out-
“Hey, hey– [name], can you hear me? [name]-” Something thrummed against my chest.
I grabbed it, the softness taking me by surprise. I stopped. My hands shook violently.
The blob turned filtered into a man with red wings. Tense, he takes my hand away. Red feathers, his feathers?
“Angel, look at me, please,” His tone was pleading. I jerk away from his touch, holding myself tighter.
“Please, don’t- touch-” my voice sounded miles away, removed from myself. Was that my voice? Did I sound like that?
“I’m sorry, I won’t… it was a nightmare,” Soft, gentle words. Kind. I shake my head vigorously, relishing every little movement.
“No, nonono, you didn’t- he- I-” I tripped over my words, choking on each one as it passed my lips.
“Angel, please, listen to me,” begging now, he reaches towards me. I move away, tense.
“I died,” I whimpered, curling in on myself. “This isn’t real, I-” A sob wracked my frame.
This wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. I felt myself let go, I felt everything disappear around me, I felt the weightlessness of death.
This had to be a dream.
Whatever it was… it wasn’t real.
“Please, look at me,” His voice cracked. Shifting blankets behind me. I turned abruptly, and he held a fluffy blanket. “Try… try touching this,” He sat it in front of me. His wings were fluffed out. The thrumming on my chest remained.
One arm still wrapped around my stomach. If I let go, everything would fall out. Everything left, anyway. The other reached towards the red and white mass in front of me.
Soft.
My brows furrowed. This, unlike everything else, was unfiltered. Felt real and present, not 100 miles away. I grab onto it tightly, bringing it to my face.
A familiar scent of orange and sandalwood flooded my senses.
Familiar… this was home.
I was home.
This was real.
I stopped for a moment, my eyes finally focusing on Keigo. Distraught, terrified eyes darted to my own. A soft amber, like the color of the final rays in a sunset.
I slowly reached towards him, shaking so violently I was shocked the bed wasn’t moving too. He purses his lips, taking my hand slowly.
“Are ya back with me, Angel..?” Soft. Gentle. Warm.
Home.
I threw the blanket aside, grabbing onto him tightly and burying my face in his shoulder. My hands pressed against the roots of his wings, but I didn’t move. He tensed and sucked in a breath, slowly wrapping his arms and wings around my frame.
“God fucking dammnit… Angel, you scared the shit out of me, ya know that?” He murmured. One hand holding my back, the other held my head into his shoulder.
I could only whimper in response. He let out a sigh, holding me tighter. “Same person?” I nodded. He swallowed hard.
“He’s locked up tight, yeah? Miles away, nowhere even remotely close.” His voice was firm. “If he ever even tries to come within 20 feet of you, I won’t hesitate.” A dense seriousness coated his words.
I grab onto him tighter. “Please, please don’t leave me here,” I gripped him tighter. He tensed, letting out a slow breath.
“I won’t, I swear. Can you lower your hand..?” I immediately do so, face flushing even more. Tears and snot had to cover the front of his shirt. Shame coiled in my gut.
“I’m sorry,” I managed, rubbing my eyes. My torso was sore, but… there were no new scars or stitches.
“There’s no need,” He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, a hand resting on my knee. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”
so, i'm like. learning just now that in contrast to other queen solomon survivors, emma and robby have memories about some sims dying. and these are like, not mystery sims. they are literally sims that just were deleted from the game.
considering that there are hidden versions of emma and robby And their parents, these deleted sims are most likely their parents. who - presumably - died when the queen solomon crashed. maybe developers were considering this idea but eventually got rid of it, leaving just some memories behind (because whole felicity island hood is a mess overall).
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but interestingly, emma has memories about Three (3) different sims dying (+ one unknown sim who became her best friend and is also deleted).
two death memories are the ones that appear when close friend or relative dies, the remaining one is "life's so short--one moment you're here, the next you're gone".
Finley: Well...I'm still not sure about sending a force into the heavenly realm...
Aruji: (oh you BI-) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-!
Crowther, not missing a beat: Wow! Look at that! An organization that has people so willing to risk their lives for their subordinates. How STRONG that organization must be! How impressive! ...as opposed to organizations that don't...which are weak...and not impressive at all...
Finley: ................................
Crowther: :)
Aruji: -EASE PLEASE PLEASE-
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(I firmly believe every ellipses the writers put into Finley's text box represent the amount of deep breaths he has to take before he can respond to the shit he deals with on a daily basis in a civil manner and Finley needed a LOT of ten counts this time around)
I admit, I wasn't entirely sold on Crowther, but him immediately tag-teaming with us to back Finley into a corner so we could go rescue Fleur is absolute aces. An absolute natural at bullying Finley. What a guy. Welcome to the team, bud.
