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olddirtybadfic · 11 months ago

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Invasion: A Sims 2 Darkfic (Part One of Three)

I also used to (and still do) write Sims 2 fic. I have a whole other account about that (trying to keep everything organized; let's see how long that lasts), but I'm not quite ready to link it to this one.

Anyway, teen!me couldn't restrict herself to exploring dark topics through one fandom, so this exists.

Content Warning: Violence; rape/noncon; character assassination of Buzz Grunt (seriously? you made him a rapist, teen!me? i know there's not really set canon in the Sims 2 but even considering that, it seems a bit out of character); depiction of the Beaker household as not being a den of unethical experimentation (c'mon at least one of them did some shit—judging from how they autonomously behave in my game, it's usually Circe); Loki and Nervous are apparently adoptive brothers in this; slut-shaming and other not-nice behavior from Buzz (in addition to the raping); rape written from the point-of-view of the rapist (teen!me was really working through some issues)

-O-o-O-o-O-

Buzz Grunt stomped through the dark streets of Strangetown, grey eyes barely seeing the storefronts ahead of him. The few streetlights provided a steady supply of shadowed alleys in which the whack-jobs could hide, but boolprop help the Sim that crossed him tonight.

He’d wanted the truth behind Lyla’s departure and he got it, all right. He’d gotten the truth about Lyla, the truth about their relationship, and the truth about Loki Beaker all in one fell swoop, and he didn’t like one word of it.

“How dare she leave me in search of him? After I took her in, gave her everything she could possibly need, this is how she repays me?” Buzz clenched his fists. “That bitch deserved to end up in Olive’s graveyard.”

As for Loki… “That little man-whore…I knew he couldn’t have stopped creaming his pants over her so soon. Circe’s not that much of a prize. Hell, she’s a bigger bitch than he is. She’ll probably end up cheating on him, and he’d run crying like the pussy he is, and Lyla would’ve been there to wipe his mascara away.”

Never mind the fact that Loki was never happier than when he was with Circe, and vice versa. However, Buzz was not one to think rationally in a fit of drunken rage.

“When I see that son of a bitch, he’ll wish he was never even conceived.”

Buzz rounded the corner into an alleyway and ran into a man wearing a black hooded sweatshirt. “Watch where you’re going!” Buzz shouted, shoving the man backwards.

“I was, until you ran me down. Fucking drunkard.” The hooded man snarled, shoving back. His hood fell, mid-shove, revealing a blond head. “I’d recognize that blond mop anywhere,” Buzz thought, his eyebrows clenching.

As the man straightened up, Buzz was met by Loki’s piercing blue glare.

“You…” Buzz growled.

“Wasn’t beating the crap out of me in high school enough? Must you absolutely run me over in the streets as well?” Loki crinkled his hooked nose in disgust. “My gods, you reek of alcohol.”

This earned him a whack across the face that sent him stumbling towards a wall. “You deserved every injury I gave you, you little shit,” Buzz snarled, “especially now that I know about your little fling with my Lyla.”

“What fling? We dated for a semester in high school, long before you got your paws on her,” Loki spat back. He gave a slight snicker. “You know, I really can’t figure out what she ever saw in you. And I suppose if we hadn’t broken up, she never would have.”

Before he could draw another breath, Loki found himself slammed against the brick wall of the Strangetown drugstore. “I’m not stupid, Beaker. I know you couldn’t have given up on her that easily. You just pretended to break it off with her, didn’t you? Then you prodded her to marry me and then leave me.” Buzz tightened his grip on Loki’s shirt.

“That is ridiculous, Buzz. Why would I care enough to do all that?”

“Don’t you even try that; I know how your sick little mind works. You wanted revenge for all those times I showed you I was stronger, more of a man than you.”

“Buzz, seriously, how fucked up do you think I am? How pathetic would I have to be to give a flying shit about your marriage? And how pathetic do you have to be to think I even still care about those fights?” Loki’s even tone set Buzz’s nerves afire.

“You should, because they’re about to happen again.” With that, Buzz threw himself at Loki, who dodged out of the way, and ended up on the ground. Buzz rose partway and came at him again, receiving a kick in the shoulder, then another to the stomach. Buzz writhed upwards, catching Loki by the leg. Loki was dragged to the ground in seconds. A few more traded punches and Buzz had both Loki’s wrists in one hand.

Loki tried to slide backwards out of Buzz’s grip and realized he was up against a brick wall.

Buzz chuckled joylessly as he gripped Loki’s hands over his head. “You always were a weakling, Beaker.”

“What the hell is this? Can’t you act civilized for once?” Loki grumbled, struggling to free his hands.

“Can’t you stop asking such stupid questions? I’ll act civilized when you deserve it, you scum.” He relished at the sight of Loki thrashing under him, the feel of his wrists firmly in his grasp. Buzz felt around in his pocket—yes, it was still there. He pulled out the rope he’d packed earlier and tied Loki’s hands to the pipe fixed to the wall.

Loki found he couldn’t move his arms as far. He tilted his head back, his eyes following his arms upward to the knot encircling his wrists. He snapped his vision to Buzz.

Buzz was vaguely aware that Loki had stopped thrashing and swearing. The sudden silence prompted him to look down and catch Loki’s horrified expression.

Buzz took in the sight. Loki had turned completely white and his eyes were permeated with shock and terror. Tiny beads of sweat could be perceived on his aquiline brows. He’d never seen Loki show much emotion regarding him outside of anger and contempt.

He quite liked this new power over Loki’s emotions.

Loki, however, did not. He wrenched his arms around, straining his bonds, but alas, never breaking them.

“Tying knots isn’t just for Boy Scouts,” Buzz commented unzipping his pants.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re about to do, but I’m not gonna be a part of it.” Loki swung his leg upwards to knock Buzz across the head. The airborne extremity was promptly caught and pinned down.

“I don’t know why you even bother trying to fight back anymore, Beaker.” Buzz planted his knee on Loki’s leg. “What was that saying you used to rub in my face in front of Lyla?” Buzz pondered aloud, roughly tightening the ropes and creating a nice little rope burn. “Of course—‘those who don’t learn their history are doomed to repeat it.’ Well, tonight, you’re going to see why I’m the better man, and maybe you’ll get it through your thick skull this time.”

Loki tried to knee Buzz in the crotch, then realized that both his legs were pinned down under Buzz’s knees. He leaned forward to bite Buzz, who merely had to lean slightly backwards to avoid him.

“I wouldn’t try that if I were you,” Buzz continued. “I have the upper hand, the advantage in this battle. You never stood a chance against me. It’d be better if you just surrendered.”

Buzz felt Loki go wooden. “That’ll only make it worse on you,” he cautioned, clicking his teeth. He slid Loki’s pants and underwear down. “Well, whaddya know. The carpets do match the drapes.”

At this point, Loki could only watch in horror.

“And they’re trimmed. Isn’t that just precious.” Buzz reached into his own underwear.

The alley was quiet, save for Buzz’s grunts and the occasional whimper from Loki. Buzz had figured this would be a silent job; Loki didn’t scream during their other fights and he didn’t scream now. It was slightly more difficult, as he’d tied Loki up in a sitting position, but tying him any other way would have left him open to a backwards kick. And the more it hurt Loki, the better to teach him a lesson.

Buzz paused to take a breath and gazed upon Loki’s tightly shut eyes. “Yeah, that’s right. Take it like a man—like the man you aren’t and never will be,” Buzz hissed into his ear.

Loki opened his eyes to glare at Buzz, teeth clenched.

Buzz returned to thrusting. He unexpectedly climaxed, sagging against the wall. As he leaned back, he saw that Loki had turned his head as far as he could away from Buzz’s direction.

“Look at me,” Buzz commanded.

Loki refused.

“Look at me, Goddamn it!” Buzz roared. Loki sharply turned his head to face Buzz. The glare and scowl were fully intact, rendering Loki’s features positively demonic. The blue slits of eyes glistened.

“Crying. And here I thought—wrongly, obviously—you could take it like a man.” Buzz slapped Loki across the face, spilling the droplets across the wall. He then pulled up their underwear and pants. Loki raised a leg to kick Buzz again, but a whack across the face put an end to that course of action. Finally, he yanked apart the knot that bound Loki’s wrists.

He grabbed Loki up by a handful of shirt. “I am stronger than you. I have always been stronger than you. I will always be stronger than you. You will never forget this after what I’ve done.” He flung Loki back to the ground. “Now get out of my sight before I change my mind.”

Loki fled. Buzz zipped up his own pants, unaware of the glint of reflected light from the roof of a building in the distance.

-O-o-O-

Circe sat in the kitchen, drumming her fingers on the table. Nervous sat at the other end, checking the stove, to make sure the food on top of it didn’t burn.

“He’s late,” Circe remarked curtly, glancing at her watch. “He never takes this long coming home from the lab. I knew I should’ve stopped by after my shift to pick him up. Who knows how long it’ll take to get his car fixed?”

Nervous fidgeted with the bottom of his T-shirt. Circe was clearly in a bad mood; Loki was late to dinner again. That meant he might be too tired to talk to her or he’d go straight to the lab in their basement.

That meant that he’d have to listen to her ranting about how all she and Loki did nowadays was work. He could understand how one could get easily annoyed—he didn’t like seeing less of his adoptive brother, either—but to go on about it over and over seemed somewhat pointless. They knew Loki didn’t like seeing them so little, but he couldn’t help it. After Circe was transferred to the other lab, their shifts, for a while, had been set up in such a way that Loki was just getting home in time to see Circe off to work. The schedules had recently changed so at least they worked similar hours, but it still wasn’t very much time.

Nervous saw Loki come in and immediately knew something was wrong. Loki walked right past Nervous, who was standing right in front of the door, without a single word. His eyes were glazed over and his face was set in a mask of impassivity. However, Nervous didn’t think it would be best to address it.

Seeing this, Circe ran after him. “Where have you been? Nervous was afraid you’d gotten stabbed on the walk home. Couldn’t you have at least called to say you’d be home late?” She followed him into their bedroom. “Don’t you want to eat first? You completely missed dinner.”

“I’m not hungry.” Loki’s voice was barely a hoarse whisper as he continued towards the bathroom. Circe could see his hands and knees slightly trembling and found out why when Loki knelt and began to vomit into the toilet.

“What happened? Did you get another mysterious disease at lab? They’ve been going around in the neurology department and since you come in contact with the neurologists, you might’ve gotten it from one of them.” She sniffed the air. “What’s that smell….Loki, have you been drinking?”

Loki huddled, still trembling, over the toilet. He refused to look at Circe.

“Loki, answer me! Have you been drinking?” Circe demanded.

“No,” Loki managed, “but Buzz certainly has.”

Circe knelt down next to him. “Buzz?” She made a motion to put a hand on his shoulder, but he jerked away violently. “Just tell me what’s wrong. Did you two get in a fight again?”

Loki glared at Circe with liquid blue eyes. “No, it was not a fight, Circe. Nothing about that was a fight. That was a fucking invasion.”

Circe’s face darkened. “What did he do to you?”

Loki dragged himself up. “He raped me, all right?” He stomped off into the bedroom. “I’m sorry I missed dinner.”

Circe stared. “WHAT?”

Loki huddled behind the dresser and fidgeted in silence, which Circe was only too eager to fill.

“Well…We need to report this. He can’t go unpunished; I don’t care if he is the General. We need to get you to a hospital—keep those same clothes on and don’t take a shower—we need to go to the police, and—”

“No.”

Circe’s mouth dropped open. “What do you mean, ‘no’? Last time I checked, rape is a crime. If you don’t press charges, we at least need to take you to a doctor and get some kind of test—”

Loki shook his head. “I can’t let them. They don’t like me in that department. You know what they’ll say about all this.”

“Then I’ll check you up myself, so they won’t have to know.” Circe tried to grab Loki’s arm.

“Don’t, Circe. Just don’t!” Loki shouted.

Circe paid him no mind. She tried again; he slipped away. She kept trying to grab him, he kept avoiding her. Finally she grabbed him by the wrists and had him facing her. Loki stared into her eyes with a look of absolute horror on his face.

It was then that Circe realized what she’d been doing.

“Oh, gods….This is how Buzz went after you, isn’t it? Oh my gods….He’s really screwed you up….I’m sorry, Loki. I didn’t mean to force you.”

Loki collapsed against Circe, his face against her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him and he didn’t resist, just clung to her as if he were a small child and she were his mother.

“What has he done to you, Loki?”

-O-o-O-o-O-

Moral of the story: The Sims 2 might not have set canon, but there are still ways to strain your readers' willing suspension of disbelief.

#ts2 #the sims 2 #sims 2 stories #dark fic #buzz grunt #loki beaker #circe beaker #nervous subject #tw violence #tw noncon #tw sa #tw ptsd #dead dove do not eat #the dove is a zombie #i didn't give the grim reaper enough money #then nervous ate the zombie dove #and farted on the table afterwards

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carnalcrows · 14 days ago

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JEALOUSY - SUHYEOK

pairing: lee suhyeok x bottom male reader

synopsis: Fighting zombies is one thing; fighting off your secret boyfriend’s jealousy while your friend crushes on you? Pure chaos.

content warnings: 18+, semi-public sex, anal, voyuerism (?), zombies.

word count: 1.2k

A/N: give me more AOUAD reqs yall!!

The classroom buzzed with a strange energy, an odd mix of fear and camaraderie. Despite the ever-present moans and thuds of the undead outside, the boys managed to find ways to distract themselves from the grim reality. The latest distraction? Wujin’s endless monologue.

"You know," Wujin began, leaning back against the wall with the confidence of someone who definitely thought they were the main character, "if we survive this apocalypse—and I mean if—I’m taking Y/N out for a fancy dinner. Like, steak, dessert, the whole deal."

The group burst into laughter. Dae-su nearly choked on his biscuit, while Cheong-san shook his head with a grin.

"Bro, you can’t even afford steak," Cheong-san teased. "Your wallet’s emptier than the cafeteria right now."

"First of all," Wujin retorted, holding up a finger, "rude. Second of all, Y/N is worth it. He’s got that whole ‘strong and silent’ vibe going on, you know? Like, the kind of guy who could carry you bridal style through a horde of zombies and still look cool doing it."

More laughter erupted, and even you—sitting across the room sorting through supplies—couldn’t help but crack a smile. Wujin was nothing if not persistent.

"You’ve got it bad, huh?" Dae-su said, nudging Wujin with his elbow.

Wujin sighed dramatically, clutching his chest like he’d been shot. "Of course I do! Have you seen him? He’s like... the human equivalent of a survival handbook. Practical, reliable, and ridiculously good-looking. If I had a chance, I wouldn’t just shoot my shot—I’d cannonball into it."

Suhyeok, who’d been leaning against the wall a few feet away, stayed silent. He twirled a metal pipe in his hands, his expression unreadable.

"Y/N’s great and all," Cheong-san said, throwing a glance in your direction. "But don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?"

"Me? Dramatic?" Wujin gasped, mock-offended. "It’s not dramatic to acknowledge greatness when you see it. He’s a ten out of ten."

The group burst into laughter again, but Suhyeok barely reacted. He simply shrugged, his voice calm as he said, "Yeah, Y/N’s cool."

Wujin grinned, turning to him. "Right? I mean, come on, Suhyeok, even you’ve gotta admit he’s a catch."

Suhyeok gave a nonchalant hum, his tone light. "Sure. He’s a good guy." His fingers tightened on the pipe for just a moment before he set it down, his movements smooth.

The conversation drifted to other topics, but Suhyeok’s mind stayed stuck on Wujin’s words. The casual teasing and compliments shouldn’t have bothered him, but they did.

He glanced at you across the room, the corner of his mouth twitching up as you focused on organizing the supplies. You were completely oblivious to Wujin’s crush—and to Suhyeok’s growing jealousy.

Later that night, the group settled down, some asleep while others kept watch. You slipped away with Suhyeok under the guise of checking the rooftop, craving a moment of peace.

As you leaned against the railing, the cool night air brushing against your skin, you sighed. "You know, Wujin’s been talking about me all day. He’s funny, but man, he really doesn’t stop."

Suhyeok leaned beside you, his jaw tightening slightly. "Yeah, he’s got a lot to say."

You chuckled, completely missing the edge in his tone. "He’s harmless, though. Honestly, it’s kind of sweet. I think he—"

Before you could finish, Suhyeok turned and kissed you, cutting you off mid-sentence. The force of it pushed you back against the railing, his hands gripping your waist firmly. The kiss was intense, almost desperate, as if he’d been holding back all day and finally snapped.

You froze for a moment before kissing him back, your hands clutching at his jacket. When he finally pulled back, his lips red and slightly swollen, you were left breathless.

"What the hell was that for?" you asked, your voice low and shaky.

Suhyeok’s eyes locked onto yours, his expression unreadable. "You really don’t know, do you?"

"Know what?" you asked, genuinely confused.

He smirked, brushing his thumb along your jaw. "You’re mine, Y/N. I don’t care who else thinks they have a shot—you’re mine."

The words sent a shiver down your spine. "Wait… is this about Wujin? You’re jealous?"

Suhyeok didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed you again, rougher this time, his hands sliding up your back as he pulled you closer. The kiss grew sloppier, your breaths mingling as his lips moved down to your neck. You couldn’t help but let out a quiet gasp as he nipped at your skin, his grip on you tightening.

Your hands moved to his shoulders, as he trailed down to your pants, pulling them down with a firm tug, making you gasp with surprise.

“Here? What if someone–” he interrupted you with another searing kiss as he tugge your boxers down too, leaving your lower half bare.

Out of nowhere, he pulled out a small packet of lube (magician I tell you), and ripped it open with his teeth. You simply stared at him wide-eyed, wondering where the damn thing came from. Suhyeok merely smirked, and poured the cold liquid onto his fingers, watching it run down to his palms.

He gently turned you around and prodded one lubed finger against your ass, slowly inserting it, with you covering your mouth. He then added one after the other– and soon, three fingers were steadily pumping in and out of you.

Your back arched, pushing forward into the wall in front of you– hands digging into the paint, coming off with flecks in your nails.

Deeming you to be prepped enough, Suhyeok removed his fingers and replaced them with his erection, his pants hanging low at his ankles.

He pressed the tip in– followed by the rest of his length, until he fully bottomed out inside of you. He groaned at how your hole was clenching tightly around his cock– feeling every twitch and pulse.

“Gonna move now baby,” he uttered before pulling out all the way before slamming back in. You moaned at the feeling– almost forgetting that the zombies or your friends could hear you at any moment.

Suhyeok turned you around to face him– having an almost death grip on your waist. One of your hands tightly clutched his shoulder, while the other covered your mouth so that you wouldn’t let out any noises.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, groaning with almost every single thrust. You felt so fucking good around his cock.

"Suhyeok," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "Someone could walk in."

As if on cue, the rooftop door creaked open.

Both of you turned, startled, to see Wujin standing there, his face a mix of shock and horror.

"I—I was just—" Wujin stammered, his eyes darting between you and Suhyeok. "You know what? Nope. Didn’t see anything. Carry on."

Before either of you could say a word, Wujin spun around and bolted, the door slamming shut behind him.

You groaned, running a hand through your hair. "Great. This is exactly what I needed."

Suhyeok laughed softly, still thrusting gently inside of you, "Guess we don’t have to keep it a secret anymore."

"Yeah, and now I get to deal with Wujin thinking I’m a jerk."

"He’ll get over it," Suhyeok said, pulling you closer. "And if not, who cares? You’re mine, Y/N. That’s all that matters."

You sighed, leaning into him despite yourself. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

"And you love it," he teased, pressing a kiss to your temple, before pulling out and slamming back in again with full force– making you let out an almost pornographic moan in surprise.

It was going to be a long night.

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