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warnings: angst, cuss words, physical pain, pregnancy, not proofread (yet!) and maybe more. idk SEASON 5 VOL 2 SPOILERS
Series summary: You find out you’re pregnant with Steve’s child right before the Crawl. The crawl turns out horribly, the night ending with you being taken by the Demogorgan.
READ PREVIOUS CHAPTERS HERE: SERIES MASTERLIST
Authors Note: I was feeling very unmotivated but I pushed through and wrote this!! Thank you for all the love and support :)
Your eyes flicker open slowly, consciousness coming back in pieces.
Your sound comes back first, a low, wet, hum, like something breathing without lungs. Then pressure everywhere, heavy and smothering. You feel slimy.
You try to inhale and choke instead, something pulls at the inside of your mouth.
Panic snaps you fully awake.
Your eyes snap open to darkness tinted in a light brown with a hint of red. It looked like a cave but with slimy ropes. You didn’t know how to explain what you were looking at. There were different pillars, a different body attached to each one. They’re all stuck beneath a thick, brown layer of skin-like material, stretched tight over their body like a membrane. That’s how you are too.
There is a rope connected to your mouth, not rough like a fiber but veiny and slick.
You gag, instinctively trying to retch it up, but the rope muffles you. Your hands finally respond, clawing at the skin above your chest.
It’s warm and slick.
Your fingers tear through it, the skin splitting open with a sickening sound. Cold air floods your face as you drag yourself upward, coughing violently. You grab the rope and yank. You retch, spitting fluid out onto the floor as the rope recoils, slithering away like it’s alive.
You fall to the floor, sucking in the air greedily and sobbing, your chest burning.
That’s when you see him.
Above you.
Vecna is at the top, in his true form, connected to the cave. Vines and ropes are connected to him, keeping him afloat. His eyes are closed, arms raised.
Panic crawls up your throat. You scramble to your feet, knees shaking, lungs burning as panic fuels every movement. You run, running past all the bodies and leaving the cave.
The outside looks like the desert. It just looks dry and orange/brown everywhere. It stretches on for miles and miles.
Where the fuck are you?
A low, wet growl echoes from behind you.
You turn, heart stopping. Vecna is there, not running, not even speeding up. He’s walking, slowly. Almost casually. It scares you even more.
Your legs panic before your brain can catch up. You sprint blindly, kicking up dust, throat dry, and lungs screaming. Then— your foot catches on a jagged crack in the desert like crust. You tumble forward, arms flailing, hitting something hard.
You quickly get up, examining the crust. You see a faint red glow from behind it.
You pull at the edge of the rock covering it, revealing a line of red. It looked like an Upside Down gate just smaller. You look up, eyes flickering between Vecna who was now closer and this gate.
Desperation drives you.
You dive into the gate, head first but the moment you pass the blood in your body immediately rushes to your head. Your hair is floating and you’re seeing nothing but air, and no ground.
You plummet, wind soaring through your ears as your stomach drops into freefall. You can barely keep your eyes open as you scream, falling and falling through the cold Upside Down air.
The lab is getting bigger and bigger with every second you fall, you’re soon to splatter against the lab roof and then—
The wind gets knocked out of you as your body jerks hard, like you’ve just slammed against something invisible. Pain shoots up your spine as the fall stops dead.
You’re floating, around 30 feet above the lab. You try your best to push yourself closer, paddling yourself but no use. You’re stuck.
The Upside Down hums around you, low and dead. Your hair floats upwards, drifting around your face, and your hands claw at the air instinctively, trying to grab onto anything.
Two figures burst out of the lab door, skidding to a stop near the edge of the lab roof, heads snapping up at the sound of your scream.
Nancy and Jonathan.
Your heart lurches.
“NANCY—!” Your voice cracks, raw and desperate. “NANCY! JONATHAN!”
“Y/N!” Nancy screams, already running forward, arms outstretched like she can reach you. “Oh my god—“ Jonathan shouts, eyes wide from disbelief and terror.
Relief hits you so hard it almost hurts. Tears spill freely as you reach for them, fingers shaking. “PLEASE— PLEASE GET ME DOWN!”
They’re shouting back, voices overlapping, frantic and broken. Jonathan pulls out his walkie, screaming into it.
Then something pulls.
Your body jerks upward, faster than you fell. “NANCY—!” The distance between you and the lab stretches, the figures below shrinking as you’re ripped back toward the sky.
The world twists. The sky folds in on itself, dark and endless, swallowing you whole.
And then it goes black.
“Steve—! STEVE! Do you copy? DUSTIN? ANYONE?!”
Nothing.
Jonathan presses the button once again, a little too hard. “HELLO? Shit, shit!”
Nancy isn’t moving.
She’s still standing in the same spot, flashlight clenched in her fist, beam pointed forward. Her chest rises and falls too fast, breathing shallow and uneven.
“Nancy.” Jonathan says hoarsely. “Nance, we need to—“
“She stopped.” Nancy whispers.
Jonathan falters. “What the HELL are you talking about?! We need to—“
“She stopped.” She repeats, louder now. The beam of her flashlight trembled but she doesn’t waver from the spot. “It’s like she hit something. Look.” She shines her flashlight, her beam bending around an object.
Jonathan squints, grabbing his flashlight and shining it in the same area. “Holy shit…”
The space where you’d been isn’t empty. It’s occupied. Something round, something massive, sitting right there in the air like a bubble.
“Shield generator.” Nancy mumbles, almost immediately whipping her shotgun out. She loads it aiming at the invisible thing.
Jonathan’s heart lurches.
“Nancy—wait.” He grabs her arm, fingers tightening around her sleeve. She doesn’t look at him, eyes locked straight forward and hands shaking slightly around the gun. “Just try to get ahold of Steve.”
“Nancy—“ Jonathan starts again, but she pulls free.
“If this is what stopped her,” She says, voice breaking, “This is how we can save her.”
She exhales once and pulls the trigger.
The blast hits the invisible object. The air screams as red veins rip through the invisible sphere, waves of black and red thrashing against each other. The hum spikes into a violent shriek.
“What is that—“
The field implodes, slamming into the couple and launching them back.
And just like it did for you, it goes black.
Your body jerks violently as you wake up, panic crawling through your body. You gasp like you’ve been underwater for too long, sucking in air so fast your lungs burn. A scream rips out of you before you can stop it as you claw at the sheets beneath you. “No, no, no—“
Hands grab you immediately. Too many. Small hands. They’re gentle but insistent, trying to keep you from thrashing.
“It’s okay! You’re okay!” A voice says, high and urgent. “You’re safe Mrs. Whatsit.”
You immediately stop thrashing, head snapping to the little boy who called you that.
“What did you say?”
The room swims into focus slowly. The warm light. The salmon colored walls. Old furniture that looks like it’s been there for decades. Curtains fluttering gently from an open window.
And kids.
So many damn kids.
They’re crowed around the bed, all 11? Maybe less? All watching you with wide, worried eyes.
“Mrs. Whatsit.” The little boy repeats, softer now, scared he might upset you. “You scared us.”
Your stomach drops. “Mrs. Whatsit?” You repeat.
Another kid nods, earnest. A girl with her hair down steps forward, a glass of water in her hands. “You fainted. Mr. Whatsit says it happens sometimes when the baby is almost ready.”
Your breath stutters, hand flying to your stomach instinctively. Almost ready? You were barely showing.
The room tilts, vision tunneling. The memory of you almost escaping slams back into you at once— Vecna strangling Holly, the rope worm thing in your mouth, running, falling from the sky, Nancy and Jonathan.
“Where is he?” You blurt out, scanning all the young and innocent faces.
“Mr. Whatsit is downstairs. He’s worried about you and your baby.”
Your pulse roars in your ears.
“No.” You breathe. “No, no— listen to me.”
You try to sit up too fast and immediately regret it. Pain laces through your lower back and abdomen, sharp enough to make you gasp. Little hands rush to steady you again.
“Don’t call me that.” You snap, panic bleeding into anger. “That is not my name.”
They all flinch.
You clutch your stomach, trying your very best to ignore the pain. “That man— Mr. Whatsit— he is not who he says he is. He’s a—“
“Monster?” Another girl finishes for you. You stare dumbfounded. “Kidnapped us? That he’s trying to destroy the world? Those are lies!”
“No they’re not!” You say, standing up. You ignore the pain, balancing.
“That girl you met? Max? She is not a human. She’s a monster!”
“She twisted your mind!” A boy adds.
“No she didn’t!” You shout, stepping forward. They all flinch once again, backing up. “She is trying to help us!”
“She kidnapped Holly.” A girl with a side part says, a concerned look on her face.
“No she didn’t.” You say again, voice shaking but desperate now. “She didn’t kidnap anyone. Max didn’t twist my mind! She was helping me. Helping us!”
They all stare at you blankly.
If anything, they look more afraid now. Not of Max or Mr. Whatsit. But of you.
The girl holding the glass of water tightens her grip around it. “He said you would say that.”
“What?”
“He said you would be brain-washed.” Another kid says quietly. “That you would also become a monster.”
“No.” You whisper. “No— he told you that so you wouldn’t believe me. He’s lying!”
“He told us the truth.”
Your chest tightens until it hurts to breathe. You look at their faces now, all confused and scared. The way they’re clinging onto each other.
You feel sick.
“He’s a bad guy. He’s going to hurt you all.” You say softly. “You need to believe me. Please!”
The girl with the side part shakes her head slowly. “He saved us!”
“So did Max.” You snap back.
They all just continue to stare at you, as if you were some crazy woman who lost her mind. There’s no convincing them, not now.
Your gaze flickers to the open window. The curtains stir gently in the breeze, sunlight spilling in like it’s mocking you. You don’t think. You just move.
You shove past the kids before they can react, ignoring the cries of surprise as you push through them. You can feel a hand grab at your sleeve but you twist free, adrenaline burning hotter than the pain.
“WAIT—!” Someone shrieks.
You grab the windowsill and swing one leg over, heart hammering violently.
“Mrs. Whatsit! STOP!”
You don’t listen.
You launch yourself out the window. For a split second, you’re weightless. Like a feather fluttering to the floor.
Then you slam hard into something solid— a small roof below— with a breathless oof as pain explodes through your body. Your shoulder hits first, then your hip, then your back. You cry out, holding your stomach as white-hot pain tears through you.
You roll, barely catching yourself before you slide off the roof entirely. Your hands slip on old shingles as your muscles scream in protest.
Then you fall.
The ground rushes up to meet you and the impact knocks the air clean out of your lungs. You hit hard, knees buckling as you collapse onto your side with a strangled sob.
For a moment, all you can do is lie there.
The world spins. Your ears ring. Pain radiates from your abdomen in deep waves that make your vision blur.
You clutch your eyes closed, trying your best to breathe in and out. You open them just in time to see little faces peeking out of the window above you.
“She jumped!” Someone screams.
Another kid disappears from the view, their voice carrying through the open window. “MR. WHATSIT! MRS. WHATSIT RAN!”
Fear jolts through you like electricity.
You scramble to your feet, nearly blacking out as pain shoots up your spine. Your legs wobble like crazy, but you force them to move.
Run.
Your feet hit the grass as you scramble away from the house, breath coming in ragged gasps. Each step sends another wave of pain through your stomach, sharp and consistent, warning.
You don’t slow down though.
The forest swallows you quickly, branches clawing at your arms and face as you push through blindly. You lungs burn, your vision is blurry, and your head is pounding but you keep pushing. Go to the cave.
You trip more than once, catching yourself on trees or fallen logs, barely staying upright. You don’t dare to look back, too scared.
By the time you reach the cave entrance, your legs are shaking so bad you collapse. You have to crawl through the entrance, stomach cramping even more you can’t help but cry.
“Max? Holly!” You scream, crawling and crawling.
You crawl deeper into the cave, palms scraping against damp stone, arms screaming in protest. Every movement sends another sharp twist through your stomach, making black circles appear in your vision.
You finally reach the inside, arms collapsing. You sob, curling into a ball as you tried to make the pain stop. You clench your eyes shut, praying and praying for it to stop and then you realize—
᧔ྀི simon being a big buff alpha military breeding machine ᧓ྀི
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༉‧₊˚. dead dove warning: abo dynamics, breeding, maybe a lil noncon but not really
.ೃ࿔*:· — dressed in close to nothing, youre shoved into this cold concrete room, hearing the door fastened shut behind you. the stinging of the floor scraping against your skin distracted you from the overwhelming smell in the room.
its harsh and ravenous, almost like the air was begging to be sucked in. a humid yet strangely cold confine. it smelled like an alpha in a deep rut. but this was stronger than anything you had ever experienced.
a pair of sweaty hands grabbed you off the ground - choking you at the base of your neck. finally meeting with the source, his eyes were half lidded and damp hair was falling into his face. if you hadn't gasped and looked up immediately at him, his eyes would've looked all black. easily pushing close to three hundred pounds of muscle and toned fat, it was a mammoth of a man.
stretching tendons seen under the skin on his frame that shined with sweat. his body heat alone was the sole reason the room was so humid.
you let out a choke as his thick fingers dug onto your neck. your eyes were wide as you looked up at him. gasping for air, and not even because of the fingers around your neck, the smell alone had your body purring.
he knew that this facility took full advantage of his ruts. besides, how could he say 'no' to being sent omega after omega with the lone purpose of making sure they got pregnant. he was already a sleaze for pussy when he wasn't in rut.
his build wasn't even a question. arms built for strength, a body that was made to be put under stress and tension. pure submission was flowing through your bloodstream and straight into your heart and brain. his presence was infiltrating the entirety of your soul.
and you liked it.
it was only natural for your primal instincts to want this. especially with a man like him. he smelled like safety, vigor. being in the state you were in right now, all you wanted to be used for was to carry his kid. beyond desperate for it.
his body was so punitive against yours. veins flexing as he ripped apart the little clothing you had on, making sure you were open for him. but ready, he didn't care if you were ready. you were made for this, right?
taking his leaking and rigid cock and prodding around until he felt your weeping hole. shoving you against the cold wall and ensuring you couldnt move more than he allowed. he really did feel like he was a passenger in his own body right now. just moving on basic instinct. and god, the growl that came out of his throat was melting you down into a puddle.
it was a sharp and loud whine that left your lips. but your mouth only kissed against the cement. there was no sense of intimacy, it was clear it was just something he needed. your body however, it was in pure elation. it was otherworldly how his pheromones were being pushed down your throat.
he was in a frenzy. no attachment, just raw and carnal desire. the only thing he could think of was getting you stuffed full of his cum, doing anything it would take to make sure you got pregnant.
and it was such an offensive position he had you in, your feet barely touching the ground while he kept you smushed against the wall, just bullying his cock in and out of you with no mercy. the sound of growls, moans, and squeals were too busy taking up each of your mouths.
it hurt so fucking good. your ears were ringing the second he had you in his hands, and adding in the sensation of a thick nine inch cock filling you was making everything numb. gasps of air were being shoved out of your lungs with no time to even process what was happening.
his palms were huge, holding you against the wall that could only be used as leverage for him to get deeper. one of his hands was just as big as your tummy, placed over it and pressing down, as if you weren't tight enough.
in a sense of desperation, you reached back, trying to get your hand to push some sanity back into him. "s-slow down!"
the brute didnt much appreciate it. slapping your hand off of him and holding it down at the curve of your back. "shut up. dont touch me."
his hips pushed all the way against your ass. getting the fat to push up against him as your brows furrowed and such a pleading sound came out. he could barely fit himself all the way in and the pain from how he was stretching you open only made everything feel more numb.
one thing he did with you that he hadn't done with any of the women sent before, his nose was stuck against your neck. trying desperately to not bite down on the soft skin. it smelled so good it was making his eyes water. he was now the one letting out whimpered snarls, his brain was slowly eating away at itself.
every moment he made was fueled by an unfed hunger that demanded to be satiated. he had no problem holding your body down or pulling you back against his hips. he was trying to get you to keep up with him.
your cunt was just leaking against him so shamelessly, he had a slick covered pelvis that was already starting to seep down onto his thighs. it was such a disgusting sight in all honesty. nothing besides raw need and overwhelming primal desires.
the mountain of a man only had some semblance of reality returned to him when you were stuffed full of at least three of his loads. the cold cement floor was comforting now. giving release to the dangerous body heat between the two of you.
he was panting overtop of you, your back on the stone ground and legs that were finally let go of. the second he pulled out, ounces of his cum could be seen pouring out. so he grabbed your legs one last time, and squeezed them shut - keeping everything he could inside of you.
there was no kiss, no reassuring words, but he gave a firm pat to your tummy as the only bit of appreciation.
Hello, everyone! As you know, Halloween is just a few days away, and this year I felt like making a spooky accessory. It's a hat, and I made the hair a while ago, but I'll put it below so you can download it too.
I hope you use it in your Sims and that you like it a lot!
Happy Halloween!🎃
◾Base Game compatible
◾Female, teen to elder
◾All LODs
◾Disabled for random
◾Restricted for opposite frame
◾Custom thumbnail
Patreon (free)🎃
-Please don’t reupload to other site
-Please don't edit this hair, you can recolor but tell me first
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This stylish outfit features a cozy hoodie and matching joggers, for your little ones, perfect for playtime or lounging around. Available in 10 vibrant colors
