#TW; rape

[terrence-silver]

How would Terry react if the reason why beloved doesn’t want kids is not because they don’t necessarily want any but more so of the way he acts. They’re not sure how he would treat any possible children of theirs and just from the way he treats other people and even physically hurting beloved in some cases. They just don’t see Terry stable enough for that type of responsibility.

I think he takes severe insult to it, won't lie.

Not because he isn't aware of his, lets call them, darker proclivities (in fact, he gleefully embraces them, more often than not) but simply because all the lowlives, neglectful, unworthy, incompetent, down and dirty punk nobodies of the world are out here breeding, usually, without a single critique attached to their rights to do so (or a single care in general), but it is only him who gets a whole analysis of his character and all his virtues and flaws shoved in his face before the very opportunity for him to even attempt to form a legacy is discussed as valid. If this is an older Terry, Johnny Lawrence might immediately come to his mind as a bit of a sore spot, surrounded with a brood of children he'll, as Terry sees it, undoubtedly fuck up one way or another, and yet nobody will peep a word about it. In fact, Terry envisions golden boy Lawrence, congratulated by everyone like he just invented sliced wonder bread and yet the guy couldn't even be bothered with his own son's prom night or the fifteen years of his upbringing that came before that. Backyard barbeques with friends, baby showers and celebratory pats on the back following suit. But, Terry? Terry, for all his accomplishments, talents, achievements, successes, wealth, status, strength, worldliness and polish is seen as too unstable to try, even by his own significant other? If that isn't a reason for bombastic levels of ire --- I don't know what is.

Now, this conclusion will reek of classicism on Terry Silver's behalf, yes.

He is convinced he's somewhere high up, in fact, he knows he is, and is as such, privy to special privileges, and that most people are somewhere down there, somewhere beneath him. And yet they're still considered better potential parents!? Seriously!? Bullshit, he calls it. The very fact that beloved sees him, as, lets say, damaged, volatile and, most importantly, from Terry's point of view, too weak for parenting is like a direct slap in the face and serves to question his authority and even his quality. Like they view him as somehow inadequate. Unworthy. Out of control. And Terry might be caught between a desperate, feverish stalemate to prove his devotion by any means necessary (and most importantly, prove them wrong and make them regret those words) and and seek revenge. Namely, to avenge himself. Take control of the situation. Take matters into his own hands. What might proceed from here on out might range into some steep territories involving very dubious consent. Or no consent at all. Pick your poison. Beloved takes him unstable? Okay. Alright. Cute. What one pours into their cup is ultimately what they'll drink.

Words like that aren't for free, though.

Words that beloved imparted towards his ability and even sanity.

He'll show them just how fucking unstable he can be, if they want.

To quote Shakespeare, he's determined to prove a villain.

Replacing their contraceptives for fertility drugs, pinning holes in condoms, lying, scheming, seducing, intimidating, coercing, brainwashing, playing with their perceptions, putting them under house arrest and pretty much holding them hostage once they inevitably do fall pregnant, bribing off private doctors and gynecologists to help along with his machinations in case it ever comes down it, trespassing all boundaries, cumming inside of beloved (trickery abound) and gaslighting them to believe that no, in fact, that's just their imagination doing numbers on them or straight up pinning them down, taking them and telling them what his end goal is, if push comes to shove. That he'll keep fucking them and taking them whenever and however he wants until they pay dearly for what they said to him. They think he acts bad!? They think he's dangerous!? Deadly!? Oh, he's all that and more, in fact. And he tried to be so nice. Really. He did. But if beloved already has this raw perception of him as a person, he might as well embrace it and make all their worst predictions come true, because he feels he's given every reason under the sun for it.

Deep and profound irony is, Terry Silver genuinely might've been more mellow if beloved never said a word about this. But words will cost you and once they're out of your mouth, you can't put them back inside. You can just bear the brunt of the consequences and the fallout they cause.

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #tw; dark #tw; dubious consent #tw; nonconsensual #tw; tampering with contraceptives #tw; mental breakdown #tw; rape #tw; forced pregnancy #tw; gaslighting #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved

[theartifxce]

WHAT DID THIS ANON SAY !?!? R@PED THEN K!LLED !? WTH

I wasn't gonna post it.

But basically, they said that people ship Nina with a man who would rape her and see nothing wrong with it. (Johan)

and I ignored it and they just decided to come back for more.

Johan would never harm his sister by his own hand. Like

HE WENT TO GEIDLITZ'S PARTY AND MASSACRED EVERYONE THERE TO SAVE NINA.

I won't further entertain idiocy.

If you wanna hate Johan that's fine.

But hate him for WHAT HE REALLY IS instead of accusing him of crimes he'd NEVER and HAS NEVER committed.

#ooc #aki speaks #tw; rape

[fresh-snow]

IOF: Hamas rapes women

Hostages: They didn't harass the women, treated everyone fairly

Meanwhile IOF: *Releases pictures of naked Palestinian men*

Yeah the real sexual assaulter is IOF. Every accusation is a confession.

May zionists burn in hell forever.

#palestine #free palestine #free gaza #gaza #save palestine #genocide #israel is a terrorist state #keep talking about palestine #palestine resources #social justice #yaffa #al quds #jerusalem #yemen #iof terrorists #iof terrorism #hamas #tw: rape #tw: sa

[stuckinapril]

These updates are fucking insane. Israeli forces are currently besieging 3 hospitals: al-Amal Hospital, Nasser Hospital, and Shifa Hospital. They even executed a doctor, Muhammad al-Nono, for refusing to leave his patients, while a PRCS worker was killed in the al-Amal shelling (they are terrorizing these hospitals all at the same time). A Palestinian woman relayed that other women have been rounded up from Shifa hospital and subjected to rape and torture. There are also accounts of Christian Palestinians being denied access to Jerusalem on Palm Sunday—all while Israeli settlers stormed al-Aqsa Mosque on this same Sunday. My heart is aching for these Palestinians. So devastating there are no words.

#palestine #tw rape

[neotrances]

multiple reputable news sources are retracting their statements on supposed rapes and beheadings happening bc of lack of evidence along with literal civilians coming forward and saying it didn’t happen, keep in mind the palestinians have no allies rn, no control in the media, and almost no support from major countries so this isn’t them “sneaking” in propaganda, ur being lied to about people in a literal concentration camp who now have their access to water electricity and food shut off, don’t fall for it

#reposting bc op had me blocked #literally sickening how many news sources are retracting their claims #as i typed this the new york times just retracted three articles dude. #rape tw

[dameofyourheart]

Is that [ROBBIE AMELL]? No, that’s [SEBASTIAN TAYLOR]. The [25] year old [LIGHTNING MOON - SHARK] [OMEGA] [MALE] is a [CONSTRUCTION WORKER]. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be [TRUSTWORTHY] & [KIND], but they urge you to be cautious because they’re also known to be [NAIVE] & [INSECURE]. He's a [TRAVELER] of New Haven. Written by [DEVIL, 32, HER/SHE, EST].

BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Sebastian Taylor

Pronouns: he/him

Age: 25 years old

Pack: Oceanis

Species: Werecreature

Subspecies: Shark

Gender: Male

Secondary Gender: Omega

Resident or Traveler: Traveler

General

Family: None

Mate: None

Children: One boy, Tyler (12 years old)

Pets: Bird

Occupation: Construction Worker

APPEARANCE

FC: Robbie Amell

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 174 pounds

Build: semi-muscular

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Blue

NSFW

Position: Bottom

Kinks: Vanilla & Edge Play

Anti-Kinks: Dominated, Scat, Urophilia, & Vore

Safeword: Pots

Dick Size: 7.3"

He wasn't even born when he was first in trouble. His sire and his pregnant dame were captured by hunters who planned to sell them for profit. His dame gave birth on the boat shortly after capture and his sire managed to set himself free and helped his mate and child get back into the ocean but not before the hunters captured and killed him for it.

Sebastian grew in a small city, his family was poor and his dame would often go out of the city to hunt food for them, reason why his parents had been captured the first time by hunters, and reason why his dame never came back one day.

He became a squire after a long time of waiting for his dame to return home but never did, he worked under a knight that thought him how to fight, care for a steed, and conduct himself with honor. He slept in the barracks with the others and even made a few friends. He started dating one of the other squires and, for a while, he was happy.

Then came his first heat and, the very knight that had thought him everything he knew, forced himself upon Sebastian and locked him up to use him for the whole duration of his heat. By the end of it, he was thrown back into the barracks and everyone continued their lives as if nothing had happened. He tried to take refuge in his lover but as soon as his lover knew what had happened he broke the relationship and distanced himself from Sebastian calling him a slut and dirty.

The recently presented omega tried to move on, tried to take all his trauma in, and he kept having worse and worse nightmares, he kept waking up with screams, and he kept being punished for waking up others. Not like he could control it, but, did anyone care? No.

One day he's training with the knight, he's practicing his swordsmanship skills with him, when he sees the opportunity to end the source of his trauma, of his suffering, so instead of faking how to fight, he strikes for real taking the knight by surprise with the sudden lethal strike.

Sebastian is thrown out of the city immediately as his body begins to change and transform into something else. He was no longer a selkie but a shark. It takes him some time to get used to himself, to his abilities, and to the pregnancy he was in. He finds himself in a village after long days of traveling on land, of fighting to control the beast within as he gets used to his new nature. There they help him give birth to a beautiful baby boy, selkie in nature, and settle down. The village was welcoming to everyone, the village was called Willowshire.

Then, it was all gone in a flash. One second he was home in Willowshire and the next he was in the middle of a desert. The first thing he did was panic. Where was Tyler?! What had happened?! He looked frantically for his child around the desert until he could no more and passed out just to wake up in a metal carriage with someone by his side. This person began explaining what had happened and, no, they hadn't seen a child around either which made them believe Tyler hadn't made the jump.

It took him a week to settle down properly, it took him two more to start to get used to everything around him, and it took the finders one more week to find Tyler. His child was scared and crying and right in his arms where he was safe after a long month. New Haven would be their new home now, they had to make the best of it, and it wasn't that bad, it was just like that village they lived in for a few years.

#pinned #wtnhintro #tw; rape

[fairuzfan]

Here's a summary of what's been happening in Sudan the past couple of days. It's gotten to the point where women are asking for contraceptives for fear of getting raped by RSF forces.

#ya rabb #sudan #tw rape mention #rape mention

[toxicanonymity]

The Spread

PAIR: Thomas Hewitt x f!Reader

WORD COUNT: 3.5k | MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: You hide and don't get slaughtered. Tommy secretly keeps you. He's kinda sweet if you're good.

WARNINGS: I8+ Canon-typical violence (implied) & setting, captivity, dark caretaking, manhandling, sleeper hold, oral f receiving, noncon unsafe piv, finger gagging, dark fluff, tommy has a praise kink, stockholm syndrome vibes. NO human skin mask: leather partial mask shown in photo. He is feral and naive due to his family. No use of Y/N. Divider by gasolinerainbowpuddles.

SIZE KINK - Reader is much smaller than Leatherface, can be carried and maneuvered. He is 6’5”, thicc and STRONG.

You barely escaped the so-called law man, and your friends weren’t so lucky. They got chased right into the lair of a chainsaw-wielding giant.

“C’mon, Tommy,” the Sheriff encouraged the giant, “Just like the slaughterhouse.”

Heavy chains thrashed, and one of your friends groaned.

“Attaboy,” the Sheriff praised.

While they were distracted, you ducked into a nearby woodshed. You didn't dare go far – you had encountered too many hazards on the property to trust your footing, and couldn't risk calling attention. Instead, you sat there in the shed, paralyzed, listening to your friends get butchered. One by one, their squeals turned animalistic until a wet thwack or rev of a motor cut them off.

Finally, there were no more screams.

Huddled in a corner of the woodshed, you tried to keep your wits about you. The shed was about the size of a small dorm room. There were stacks of wood all around–some freshly cut, some rotted–and hay covered the floor.

You were in a tank top and Daisy dukes with cowboy boots that made you feel like an idiot. You had sap on your knees from crawling over the wood. Taking deep breaths did nothing but fill your nose with cedar - it was only a matter of time before you’d meet your fate. You picked splinters out of your hands as you replayed the chase in your mind. You began to feel sure “Tommy” had seen you run into the shed. If that was the case, you didn't know why he let you go. You could only guess he already had his hands full.

“Think we got’em all, son?” The Sheriff asked.

Tommy grunted.

“That’s my boy,” the Sheriff concluded.

-

Dusk was approaching. Not long after the Sheriff left, heavy footsteps crunched louder and louder toward the woodshed. Your heart pounded harder with each step. The rickety door busted open with a plume of dust. Tommy’s silhouette consumed almost all the daylight that remained.

The door frame would’ve been tall enough for most men, but Tommy had to duck on his way in. He carried an ax. Each step he took shook the entire structure. His breathing was loud, his mouth hanging open below the leather that covered his nose. The partial mask covered his chin too, but not his mouth. It was fastened with two straps behind his head nestled in thick, chestnut hair that came down around his shoulders.

He approached you cautiously and paused when he was an arm’s length away. You whimpered, knees held to your chest. He sniffed around like an animal. Then he brushed a stray section of hair out of his eyes, and you saw a glint of uncertainty in his gaze. You tried to compose yourself, wondering if your fear could trigger him.

He knelt down to get a better look at you. He reached for you, and you jumped. He grumbled and held up a massive finger less than an inch from your mouth, telling you to be quiet.

Something possessed you to reach for his hand. He let you move it.

You put his palm on your cheek and watched his chest heave in confusion.

He tilted his head and stayed crouched there for a moment, staring at you with his brown eyes softening above the leather.

“Attaboy,” you whispered, repurposing the Sheriff’s words.

Tommy huffed, then abruptly stood. He left the shed, ax slung over his shoulder. He ducked again on his way out.

He didn't return for a while. You finally dared to open the door just enough to look out, but not for long, startled by an older woman’s voice calling, “Tommy!!! Time for supper.” You shrunk back into your corner, afraid you had been spotted.

You sat there frozen, afraid to run.

-

Sometime later, you heard a squeaky wheel approach the shed. The door opened more quietly than it had the first time. The hulking silhouette was backlit by a buzzing floodlight in the yard. The man seemed to be more careful and quiet this time. He had brought a few blankets. One of them was tattered, pale yellow bordering what used to be white, and it had Care Bears on it. He put the blanket over your body, coming all the way up to your neck, and patted your head. Then he took a bundle of newspaper out from under his arm and handed it to you like an offering. It smelled like barbecue.

As he turned to leave, you whispered, “Tommy.”

He dropped his head and looked back.

“Thank you,” you said.

Looking at the wall, Tommy offered a short nod before leaving. Then he locked the door from the outside.

After he left, you opened the newspaper. It was too dark to see, but the contents felt like a charred bone with bits of flesh hanging to it. You weren't hungry anyway.

You wrapped yourself tight in the blanket, and to your discomfort, your heart fluttered at the man’s softness with you. You replayed the day’s harrowing events in your mind’s eye and saw him differently than you had at first. Maybe he was nothing but an attack dog. You began to doubt he would've hurt your friends at all if not for the older, more wicked man in uniform.

Maybe Tommy was as much of a prisoner as you were. You wondered if he could talk. You felt sure he could listen.

After sunrise, you awoke to some commotion and heard a vehicle drive away. After a period of silence, you tried to open the door to the shed, but it was securely locked.

Soon, Tommy came back and unlocked it. He moved swiftly toward you with purpose in each heavy step, crouching slightly. The mass of his body strained his shirt. You'd never seen forearms like his. He could surely snap you like a twig, but something told you he wouldn't. Still, your heart raced when he lunged toward you. He reached over a wood pile and used both massive hands to force you onto your feet. He wrapped you in the blanket, then put you over his shoulder like a potato sack.

He put you into his wheelbarrow, then nestled some firewood around you. He looked around furtively as he did it. Then he covered you with another blanket and wheeled you across the bumpy ground, onto a smoother surface. He rolled a garage door down behind you and left you covered in the wheelbarrow as he rummaged around the garage.

You peeked out from the blanket and saw him placing shackles on a table. Your heart raced. You glanced behind you. The garage door was still lifted by a small margin. Maybe big enough to fit through.

You watched in terror as he brought out a mallet. Finally, your body unfroze.

You lowered yourself out of the wheelbarrow as carefully and quietly as you could and crawled toward the narrow opening. As you began to wriggle under it, your ass hit the door, making a noise far too loud to go unnoticed.

Within a split second, his massive hands were firm around your ankles, pulling you toward him, dragging you roughly across the concrete.

He manhandled you like a doll. He forced you onto your back and shook you, then wrapped a massive hand around your neck. Your life flashed before your eyes, and you kicked him. He grunted and grabbed you roughly by the shirt, then sat back on his knees. He held you with your back against his enormous thigh. Your Daisy dukes did nothing to protect your ass from the cold concrete. You thrashed, and he put the crook of his elbow around your neck, then everything faded.

When you woke up, you were chained to the table, with cold, metal shackles on your wrists and one ankle. You were bottomless, and the air was cool between your legs. Your feet were bare. All you had left was your tank top, which you wore without a bra.

You didn't dare move. A foul dust in the air made you sneeze, then Tommy came into view. He was wearing a butcher’s apron, and the sleeves of his dingy, button-up shirt were rolled up to expose those big, hairy forearms. He held the mallet. His eyes were industrious.

“Please don't hurt me,” you begged.

He laid a heavy hand on your shin, and you flinched. He gently placed your free ankle in a shackle, then nailed it shut.

“Please,” you begged.

He laid a hand on your thigh and looked you in the eyes.

“What are you going to do to me?” You asked.

He huffed and put the mallet away.

You were relieved until he returned with a meat cleaver. You tensed and squirmed. He laid a hand on your stomach and his searing eyes told you to stay still. He slid the cleaver under your tank top, and you held your breath and looked at the ceiling. Your nipples hardened at the feeling of his knuckles between your breasts.

He violently sliced upward through the fabric, turning your wifebeater into a vest which burst open, freeing your breasts. He inhaled sharply at the sight and discarded the meat cleaver with a metallic clatter on a nearby shelf.

“Please,” you begged again, then he stuck his fingers in your mouth and peered in. His thick digits tasted like charcoal and salt. Three fingers were enough to stuff the orifice completely. When you stopped whining, he abandoned your mouth.

He cupped a breast, then cupped both of them. He hummed a curious “mm,” Then dragged his thumb down your sternum before stepping away to survey your body.

You felt like a cadaver sliced open for examination. As he slowly stalked around the table, it dawned on you that's what he was doing. He was studying you.

He stopped at a long side of the table – your left side. He brought his face–his leather mask–to your skin, just below your ribs. His hair fell onto your body, and the light brush of it tickled. He paused to loosen the strap at the back of his head. Then he dipped his face to your abdomen again. He turned his head and dragged his cheek, and the leather, over your bare stomach, to your breast. You could hear him desperately sniffing and wondered why he didn't take that thing off.

Lips, hair, and smooth leather dragged across your skin as he wiped his face along your chest. Then his face made its way into your armpit, where a dart of his tongue made you flinch and shiver. His tongue darted out again. He sucked the delicate skin slightly into his mouth before releasing it with a soft grunt.

He paused and pulled away. He pivoted to stand behind your head, then brought his hands to your breasts. Helowered his mouth to your neck and licked you. His hair fell on your nose and smelled like smoke and metal.

He seemed to savor the taste of your skin. He licked longer, harder, the strong slippery muscle of his tongue nudging your jugular. You felt a rush of arousal and shame. He tasted the other side of your neck and hummed in satisfaction. The throbbing between your legs made you wince.

He dragged his tongue down over your chest to lap at your breast. He flattened his tongue to lick your nipple, then began to suckle at it. One thing was clear - this was not for your enjoyment. He was entirely absorbed in what he was doing. He didn't even glance at your face. Whether it was for his pleasure or curiosity, you couldn't be sure. He moaned into your nipple and you knew you must have been gushing onto the table.

After a few seconds, he pulled away from your tit and began to sniff the air. He stalked around the table some more and paused at your shackled feet, staring up between your spread legs. He found the source. His hands dwarfed your thighs as he pushed them further apart. Then he dabbed a thick finger, only grazing your folds as he picked up just a taste of you from the table and brought it to his mouth.

“Mm,” he hummed quietly, staring between your legs. He licked his finger again and his eyes searched the air curiously. Then he grabbed your upper thighs and anchored his thumbs on your outer lips, spreading you open. His heavy gut rested on the table between your feet as he leaned forward. As he lowered his mouth to your cunt, you twitched and felt another rush of shame.

His breath was hot on your cunt, then he dipped his tongue, and you tensed.

He lapped at your entrance, and the physical pleasure made you exhale and relax, while your fear remained. He licked and sucked, and your moan echoed before you could try to cut it short. Your chest was hot with embarrassment, but if he heard the sound, he ignored it.

He fed on your juices like a starved animal. He sucked and slurped, and dug his lips and tongue in, searching for more. The squelching and gurgling sounds were obscene between your legs. He closed his eyes and dug his fingers into your hips as he feasted.

The leather mask nudged your clit and made your hips lift into his mouth. He brought a hand to your lower belly to hold you still. Then his tongue plunged into you. You whispered, “good boy,” and your whole body felt weak with shame.

He paused and glanced up, then repeated the action. It was true, some part of you welcomed this, as afraid as you were. In any case, the heat and pressure building in your gut would have to release at some point.

He fucked you with his tongue, nudging your clit with the smooth leather, and you had to remind yourself to breathe. You'd never been eaten so voraciously. He moaned into your cunt and the tension was too much to hold. You whimpered as you began to pulse and twitch. His tongue paused as you clenched around it. Then he continued. Your back arched as he sucked it all out of you, swallowing every drop he could find. As your climax waned, you took slow, deep breaths.

Finally, he slowed down. He looked flustered for a moment, then his hand disappeared from your thigh. He pulled his face away, and the leather mask was soaked and shiny. Then he took his apron off. When he stood to put the apron aside, the protrusion in his pants made your breath hitch and your asshole flutter.

Your cunt spasmed once around nothing, and your insides churned as though making room for a massive guest.

You couldn't peel your eyes away. He adjusted himself, then palmed the bulge. His shirt had come untucked. The bottom button wasn't fastened, and his midsection strained the other buttons as his whole torso heaved. He eyed the mess between your legs as he palmed himself.

He seemed to be considering the possibility of stuffing your cunt with whatever monstrosity hid in his pants. He could take anything he wanted, but he didn't look proud of it. This didn't feel like something he did every day.

You decided not to fight back. You told yourself it was for survival, but you also twitched at the thought of him wrecking you. You looked at his crotch, then down between your legs, still gushing at the sight of him barely contained by his pants. The way his whole body wanted to bust out of his clothes made you weak in the knees. He was so solid and strong. You looked again from his crotch to your own, as though your eyes were instructing where to put it in defiance of your better judgment.

He grumbled as he picked up a hammer and approached you, making your heart nearly stop.

He pried the nails out of the shackles, and you cursed yourself for the way your heart fell. Your disappointment was quickly replaced by relief. A man this size, with these capabilities – he could have done serious damage to your body.

“Thank you,” you whispered. You laid on the table patiently looking at the ceiling as he went down to your feet and unshackled your ankles.

Then he grabbed you by the thighs and yanked you toward the end of the table, making you yelp. Your naked crotch came to rest flush against the bulge in his pants, making you ache with arousal. Your thighs trembled in fear.

You looked down toward him and he forced your chin upward, making you look at the ceiling. You pinched your eyes shut. You were at war with your body’s desire. He might kill you. He might actually split you in two. The dying squeals of your friends echoed in your mind. But his hardness swelled against you, and oh, fuck.

His hips backed up and you twitched at the loss of his warm package against you.

With your eyes still pinched shut, you heard his clothes jostling, then he spread your lips apart while he notched his tip against you. It was too big. He held your thighs again and pulled you toward him with a forward thrust and a grunt.

Being impaled with his cock felt like being split open. The girth burned as it stretched you, and you whimpered as your body tried to accommodate him. He stayed inside, and he sighed. You'd never felt so stuffed. He leaned forward, and the contact with your clit provided some relief as your body spread itself more. But still, your heart raced at the prospect of him moving. You prayed he would be gentle.

When you didn't stop whimpering, he stuck his fat, smokey fingers in your mouth again. He placed his other hand on your chest to hold you still, with the crook of his thumb close to your throat. You gagged on his fingers and he removed them. He wiped your saliva onto your nipple before kneading your breast.

Thankfully, you were wet and getting wetter. He held you down and slammed into you. The fullness pushed your thoughts out of the way along with your guts. You kept your eyes shut as he speared into you again.

His breathing and grunting seemed to echo through the room with every snap of his hips. His unholy girth twitched against your walls. He grabbed onto your hips and brutally pounded you. He used you like a sleeve until his moans were drawn out and his breath became ragged. He pulled you back hard and leaned forward, the weight of him resting on your lower abdomen. Your cunt fluttered in anticipation of his climax, but he paused. Your hips lifted, seeking friction for your front.

He pulsed once, making your chest flutter with pleasure, but then he swiftly slid out. He left you twitching for more as he finished coming outside. His cum painted your folds and inner thigh, and he grumbled and turned around. You lowered your chin to look just in time for him to release onto the wheelbarrow and floor. Then he stood there with his broad back heaving as he looked around.

You closed your eyes again and opened them when you felt fabric on your inner thigh. He was wiping you off with the bottom of his shirt. His face and neck were blotched pink, and he had fixed his pants. He was looking at you, chest still heaving when his ears perked up at the distant sound of tires on gravel.

He quicky put your shorts back on and gathered you off the table, nestling you in the wheelbarrow once more. He swaddled you in the old blanket, now wet with his cum, and opened the garage before quickly wheeling you back to the shed.

He placed you in the corner where you had been, just in time for the truck to park. As he turned to leave the shed, you said “Tommy. Can you bring me some water?”

He hesitated then gave a short nod before locking the shed again behind him.

He came back later with a jar of water and a metal bucket. You were shivering in the corner when he came in. He set the bucket down next to you, then placed his hand on the crown of your head and gently moved his fingers as he looked around. Then he abruptly began to unbutton his shirt. He pulled you up from the corner to put the shirt on you. His chest was hairy and broad, and his entire torso was thick, just massive.

“Good Tommy,” you said as he finished putting the shirt on you.

He paused and left it unbuttoned. His eyes were big. He held you by the sides, looking you up and down in the oversized shirt and Daisy dukes. Then he put you back where you were and locked the shed behind him.

The shirt was filthy, cumstained, and reeked of sweat, but it didn’t smell as bad as it should've. It didn't make you sick like it should've. When he left, you wrapped it tight around yourself, then looked in the bucket. There were apples.

Thank you for reading and engaging! Love you guys 🖤 please consider commenting even if this is old. It helps to know what you liked.

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#leatherface x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #leatherface smut #thomas hewitt smut #slasher smut #slasher fucker #tommy hewitt #leatherface x you #thomas hewitt x you #slasher x you #slasher x reader #tw noncon #dark fic #toxicanonymity ☠️ #slasher fandom #tw rape #texas chainsaw massacre #leatherface

[totally-average-kid]

Imagine your apology is so shit that people came out of retirement, people you dont even talk to anymore called you out, ex co-workers call you out, people call you out in several different languages, get your stuff removed from the stream section, your listeners drop, multiple people who made stuff for you dropped you, people who have moved on dropped you, reunite MCYT twitter, get STEEL CHAIRED, Fucking DREAM makes a better apology than you, Lil Tay comes out, YOU GET EXPOSED AS A FUCKING RAPIST. AND SEVERAL OTHERS.

#totally average kid #Wilbur soot #fuck Wilbur soot #Mcyt #shubble support squad #sa tw #RAPE TW

[stackslip]

the truth is, i do not think that it is useful nor helpful to treat rape and sexual abuse of any kind as singularly evil things that will damage and destroy victims forever and leaves them unworthy of life, and whose perpetrators are also singularly evil people who were born evil and need to be erased from society in order to get rid of rape existing at all. i do not think it is helpful to anybody including victims to tell them that rape and sexual abuse has damaged them permanently and that they have less worth as a human being for having been through that specific kind of abuse/assault. i do not think it is useful to treat sexual violence as completely different from other forms of violence, something that must remain taboo and that has no link to any other form of abuse and violence that might be perpetrated. it is especially not helpful when the very existence of transgender women is treated as sexual violence and a violation to protect cisgender women and children from. it is not helpful when victims of sexual violence are treated as damaged goods, when the sexual violence they've been through is either/both so taboo it cannot be spoken out loud, or something that marks them out as a potential perpetrator of said violence bc they have been forever broken by it.

#eli talks #rape tw #csa tw

[what-the-fuck-khr]

WARNINGS FOR ANDREW TATE, RAPE MENTION AND HUMAN TRAFFICKING MENTION BUT

ANDREW TATE GOT FUCKING ARRESTED HE WAS BEEFING WITH GRETA THUNBERG AND POSTED A VIDEO RESPONSE TO HER WITH A PIZZA BOX IN THE BACKGROUND WHICH OUTED HIMSELF AS BEING IN ROMANIA AND HE GOT ARRESTED FOR RAPE AND HUMAN TRAFFICKING

#HOLY SHIT? #it’s what he fucking GETS #it really all came down to him squabbling with a teenager on Twitter. unbelievable #and he basically dozed himself. and he got arrested #fucking hell #tw; rape #tw; human trafficking #rape mention #ooc

[mysharona1987]

This doesn’t sound healing. Sounds like she’s almost mute and borderline catatonic at times following her ordeal.

#Rape tw #news #democrats #republicans #politics #woc #donald trump #women of color #scotus #reproductive rights #usa #america #feminism #human rights #gop #activism #liberals #conservatives

[stuckinapril]

All the way back in November 2023, articles were dropping about the sheer, devastating magnitude of Sudanese genocide. RSF forces and its allied Arab militias embarked on a relentless campaign of slaughtering and raping Sudanese people, on the basis of nothing but their African ethnicity. This caused many Sudanese people to flee the rampaged El Geneina, a city in West Darfur (where the Masalit hailed from, but which they were expelled from in the most dehumanizing of ways). As if that wasn't enough, the RSF then resumed its genocidal acts in Ardamata, targeting and massacring the tens of thousands of people already displaced there. Where's the mainstream media's coverage of this? Or is spotlighting the ongoing genocide of darker-skinned people like the Masalit too humanizing of them?

#sudan #darfur #rape tw

[trans-androgyne]

omg you’re so right men are not dangerous to women at all so i guess i can totally go out alone at night all by myself and if i get raped by a man it will surely mean nothing and i should keep trusting men and think there is nothing wrong with them 😍😍😍

Trusting every strange man in the dark ≠ understanding that men aren’t ontologically evil, OR necessarily your personal oppressors, which is what I am saying. Women have literally killed or gotten killed men (especially men of color) that THEY have privilege over on some axes due their fear. So yeah, there is a way to fear men too much. This is how you get radical feminism. This is how you get TERFism. It feeds hate groups like MRAs to be genuinely hated for the way they were born. And it’s not how you progress actual intersectional feminism. To do that, you have to heal your relationship with men. I’ve been raped by men. I’ve been abused by men. But I understand that, while the societal conditions men are raised under (patriarchy, rape culture) contributed, it happened because they’re personally terrible people, not because they were born male. Acting like it is can lead you to dismiss the fact that women can pose just as much of a danger if they’re similarly terrible people. So, I’m working on healing my relationship with men. When you’re ready, you should too. I promise you it feels better than being uneasy for the rest of your life.

#murder tw #abuse tw #rape tw #intersectional feminism #transfeminism #rad/feminism tag #androphobia #transandrophobia #ask #mine #antimasculinism

[notaplaceofhonour]

it’s october 7th. you hear about the attack by seeing people you followed glorifying the terrorist attack—a massacre, a pogrom—as victory & justified resistance, glorifying a terrorist group that was founded with the explicit intent to kill your entire people

you make a post in which you make it clear you support palestinians and oppose the ways israel has wronged them, explaining that the terrorist group is still not good. you know you will probably get some flacc from the pro-Hamas side, but naively underestimate how much.

you get thousands of notifications on that one post, the majority of them hateful comments.

some of the response is positive. multiple messages thank you for the post, expressing bafflement that it’s controversial.

a few Israelis are upset at the loaded language in your post, but explain their problems with it civilly. you called Israel “apartheid”. they ask you what apartheid laws Israel has. you admit you honestly don’t know.

your inbox is flooded with anonymous hate from anti-Israel leftists.

over the course of a few weeks you have received hundreds of death threats, a dozen rape threats. people accuse you of being pro-genocide. you’re a literal Nazi. you’re racist, you thirst for the blood of Palestinians. you’re brainwashed by propaganda, a shill for The Zionist Entity. a few of the hate messages are from literal Neo-Nazis; the overwhelming majority are from leftists, many of them queer.

you are considering suicide.

you see footage of the october 7th attacks. you see footage of the bombings in gaza. you see footage of a Jewish man being murdered at an anti-Israel rally.

a popular creator you follow posts in support of an antisemitic hate group that masquerades as a Jewish organization. this organization regularly posts blood libel and other antisemitic rhetoric, works with groups that are even more explicitly antisemitic, including celebrating October 7th, holocaust inversion, blood libel, “Khazar theory” and others. more than one of the orgs they work with is pro-Putin.

your former roommate liked the post.

graffiti appears on a street you frequent that says “#freepalestine” and “end settler colonialism”

the boyfriend of the friend you spent most of the summer with makes his first post about the war. it’s a reposted comic that mocks and downplays the october 7th attack.

you doubt he’ll be receptive to criticism. he’s shared leftist memes about “monied elites” pulling all the strings and evangelicals being modern day “pharisees” in the past, and getting him to understand why that was antisemitic was like herding cats. you try anyway.

another of his Jewish friends also pushes back. he smugly dismisses her, tells her she’s falling for Zionist propaganda and uses several antisemitic tropes. you go off on him. he just deletes your comment.

you give up. you’re done. you block him.

you see anti-Israel posters and billboards around town

you mention what happened with the guy you went off on to his girlfriend—the friend you’ve grown very close to, who you’ve been listening to as she unburdens her fears for the future and complains about her bf’s BS over the last year. she doesn’t respond to you.

a friend of a friend shares posts tokenizing fringe groups that spread blood libel and have collaborated with holocaust deniers. you know they don’t know what you know, so you explain what those groups are. they seem somewhat receptive, apologize, and take it down

the next day they share several more posts that dip into antisemitic tropes. you mention this to your mutual friend, that you’re worried about them being radicalized. you’re not sure how receptive they’ll be to continued criticism

you have a confrontation with the foaf. in the meantime they’ve shared even more antisemitic posts. they say they didn’t mean to cause you distress but instead of stopping they effectively block you.

the “end settler colonialism” vandalism has been counter-vandalized with the words “commie propaganda” in place of “settler colonialism”. you don’t know if this is an improvement.

a month passes. the friend whose bf you went off on still hasn’t spoken to you. you see she shared a post defending an SJP chapter that posted Nazi cartoon caricatures of Jews repurposed in “Anti-Zionist” memes. you unfriend her on all social media platforms but you can’t bring yourself to block her number.

you see a friend of someone whose couch you surfed when you were homeless harassing Jewish celebrities with “Free Palestine” comments. you block them.

you’ve lost count of how many people you’ve unfollowed or blocked, or who’ve blocked you. friends, content creators.

when a friend takes an unusually long time to respond you worry if it’s because of your posts about antisemitism.

most of the podcasts, youtube channels, and other content creators you regularly engaged with no longer feel safe. you wonder who will be next

a couple friends wish you a happy hanukkah. you don’t celebrate much aside from lighting the hanukkiah and making some latkes.

you see posts about a destroyed chabad menorah, antisemitic comments on Jewish celebrities’ Hanukkah posts.

your neighborhood is covered in pro-Palestine & anti-Israel posters. some are seemingly innocuous, some are JVP “not in our name” posters. some call for intifada. “globalize the intifada” “Zionists fuck off!” “solidarity means attack!”

a man kills himself shouting “free palestine”. you learn about his suicide by seeing posts from several popular accounts you followed glorifying it.

you follow a bunch of jewish accounts on social media and commiserate with them about everything happening

your jewish friends post screenshots of the dead man’s antisemitic, pro-Hamas views. you look at his reddit and find even more horrific shit: anti-Ukraine posts. mocking Zelensky. “elites” are “lizard people”; the only named individual he calls a lizard person is Jewish. you start to notice a pattern: a lot of the people he dislikes just so happen to be jews.

several people you know share a post glorifying this man’s suicide. most are acquaintances, one is someone incredibly important to you.

you wonder how they would respond to your suicide.

you tell the close friend that shared this post how it scares you. you show them the receipts of the man’s antisemitism. their response is a single sentence. they didn’t know about the antisemitism.

they don’t apologize.

you notice none of your irl friends, even your closest ones, interact with your posts about antisemitism. you are able to vent to a couple friends, but no one has reach out to you

you try not to read into it. you try not to take it personally.

you haven’t slept well in months. you’ve always been an insomniac but not like this. you’re not sleeping until 4am, 6am, even 9am. even when you get to bed at a decent hour and get a full night’s rest it takes you hours to get out of bed.

a few weeks go by. the friend with the single sentence response shares a post saying they’re excited and proud to join a group to help palestinians. you’re excited and proud for them.

a couple days later, they share a post about a fundraiser to help a palestinian family get out of gaza. you note to yourself this is a much more effective & less concerning form of activism than the pro-suicidal antisemite post.

your friend shares another post about the fundraiser. it’s a joint post between their group and another group.

you open the other group’s page

the page is just a wall of signs from rallies. you swipe through one after another: “from the river to the sea”, “by any means necessary”, justifying/denying the atrocities of october 7th, calling for violent revolution. anything done in the name of resistance can’t be terrorism, all Israelis are terrorists. Jews aren’t indigenous; they’re white colonizers. holocaust inversion. other vile, thinly veiled violent rhetoric

you feel sick to your stomach imagining talking to your friend about it.

you already feel like you’re burdening the few friends you can talk to about this. you already feel like you think about it too much, talk about it too much. but you can’t not think about it; it affects every aspect of your life.

you’ve filtered out relevant keywords on more than one social media site to avoid the worst of it. some still manages to leak through.

there isn’t a single friend you regularly interact with that you don’t fear the moment when they will switch from listening to your concerns to seeing you as the evil zionist or indoctrinated hasbaranik they’ve been warned about.

it’s not an irrational fear. it keeps happening. you knew it would then, and you were powerless to do anything about it before, and you continue to be as it happens again and again.

you don’t know what to do about any of it.

#idk just kinda wanted to document what this has been like all back to back #I know some of these on their own might come across as ​not that big of a deal but all together #they add up #tw for the all of it #cw trauma dump #antisemitism #i/p #tw suicide #tw suicidal ideation #tw death threats #tw rape threats #tw october 7th #tw terrorism