#tw r@pe

[cosmicwh0r3]

the whorish urge to beg like a dumb slut to be degraded n forced to do humiliating things 🥺

#please abuse me #dumb wh0re #cnc k!nk #dark kinks #fr33use #r@pe me #breeding bitch #bimbo doll #corruption kink #asks #tw r@pe #dms open #dumb slvt #dumb puppy #please degrade me #im begging

[artemishasthebluez]

watchinng people simp for valentino is actually disturbing. do you guys not realize hes meant to be a r@p1st or did we just not watch the same show?

#hazbin hotel critical #hazbin critical #vivziepop critical #valentino. #tw r@pe #cw r@pe

[allzelemonz]

An Omega’s Place: Colm O’Driscoll X Male Reader x Kieran Duffy

Pronouns: he/him Primary Sex: AMAB Secondary Sex: Omega Rating: E/Smut, language, noncon Warnings: Noncon, Alpha Colm O’Driscoll, Omega Kieran Duffy, a/o/o, mating cycles/in heat, scenting, kissing, anal sex, hand jobs, forced mating, forced bond, mentions of breeding Summary: O’Driscolls never have treated their Omegas very well, especially not during a rut.

The O’Driscolls keep the Omegas packed together in a shed, taking care not to lose any when they move from camp to camp. Every camp has at least one no matter the size, Alphas and Betas need entertainment after all. Entertainment and the promise of a future for the gang. In the O’Driscolls, Omegas are only good for fucking. The pleasure of their superiors and the endless development of their children.

And you’ve been with them for almost a year.

Not often picked, thankfully. Only the occasional Beta, a certain Alpha. Humiliating every time, but it could be worse. Some Omegas here are common toys of Alphas, dragged away every night and returned with a swell so big they may as well have conceived. Those that do are always taken away to a tent with a bed, treated like humans until it’s over. You spend most of your time keeping to yourself against the wall. When the Betas come in you sometimes have to watch an Omega get shoved to the ground and bred because they don’t want any Alpha scent messing with the Omega’s head. Usually it’s an Alpha that comes in, taking their pick and leaving with not much other than pretty words.

A week ago they brought in a new one. Betas were talking about how much fun he was when they threw in on the ground and locked the door again. A few Omegas went to him, helped him with the bruises and the cuts and the swell. Then he sat next to you, shaking and trying to breathe. You don’t blame him, no Omegas come to the O’Driscolls willingly. Then at night he had nightmares and you took pity on him enough to cuddle him. From there it became the standard. He would shake and you would hold him. Sometimes you’d kiss his head, night or day, simply because it felt right and he enjoyed it. 

Kieran Duffy always found his way into your arms and gave such soft kisses and talked about such nice things. Horses mostly, he loves horses and fishing and cuddling. In the last few days you’ve taken quite a fondness of him, understanding why decent Alphas are so protective now. The other Omegas don’t really care, some even give you smiles when Kieran sits in your lap or you kiss him.

But good things are never allowed to last.

Colm O’Driscoll is in camp. Or so Tom’s favorite Omega says when she comes back.

“He was complaining about not being top Alpha in camp anymore.” She says, Omegas huddled around her like it’s a scary campfire tale. “A couple Betas talked to him when he was bringing me back, they said he’s staying for a few weeks.”

Whispers fill the crowd at the news. Your body tenses and you can feel Kieran hug you a little tighter. He knows who Colm is, everyone’s warned him.

“Did they say why?” One of the older Omegas asks, making the whispers go quiet.

She shakes her head. “Not really…”

“Come now, child.” The older Omega chides. “We’re a pack, no secrets from pack.”

She takes a moment, playing with her hands. “They might have said something about a rut.”

The mood in the shack changes and it takes a lot of gentle shushing from the older Omega to get everyone calm again. They sigh when everyone looks at them, long tired of playing the parent.

“Colm has only ever had one during ruts, so the rest of you can calm yourselves.” They push away from the crowd and everyone watches as they kneel in front of you. “You need to prepare yourself.”

Kieran looks at you but all you can do is stare at the older Omega. They were here when Colm came looking, just a few days after you’d been taken. He looked at every Omega, but his eyes landed on you. They were there when the Betas brought you back and your body ached and your head spun. They were there when Colm picked you again, and again. Three ruts and you hardly remember a second of them.

“Think on the bright side, child.” The older Omega attempts a comforting smile. “You’ll get a bed for a few nights.”

You give them a smile for no other reason than to get them away from you. They leave, returning to reassure the other Omegas that worry. It’s likely other Alphas will catch scent of the rut and get agitated, some might come for an Omega of their own. At least the Betas will be occupied by that instinct to protect the rutting Alpha, none of them should bother.

“Y-You n’ Colm?” Kieran asks in a soft voice.

“Only during his ruts.”

Kieran nuzzles into your neck, his nose pressing against your scent patch and smelling like he’ll never get to do it again. “He never… caught durin’ a heat er nothin’?”

You shiver a bit at the memory. O’Driscoll Omegas aren’t fed well enough to have very frequent heats but you have had one here. Betas came in when they smelled it, checking to see if it was any Alpha’s preferred Omega. You’d already spent a rut with Colm so they took you to him. Looking back you consider yourself lucky that he was in camp. If no Alpha in particular wants the Omega for themselves, they might share.

“Just one.” You sigh, leaning into Kieran as he hugs you close.

“‘m sorry.”

“Just how things are, Kieran.”

He presses a kiss to your neck, bordering your scent patch and making you take a sharp breath at the feeling of pleasure. What you wouldn’t give to be somewhere nice with Kieran. Far away from the O’Driscolls and back in civilization where Omegas aren’t simply toys for the amusement of criminals. Maybe spend your heats together.

“I’ll be fine.” You sigh, a hand petting Kieran’s hair.

“Don’t mean I ain’t gonna worry.”

Hours pass, simple hours of tight holds and soft kisses. Then a Beta opens the door, Colm pushing him aside. His scent is light but very much the beginnings of a rut. Every Omega perks, some unable to stop themselves from stepping closer to him. Betas come in, pushing the Omegas away as Colm walks to you. There wasn’t enough time to untangle yourself from Kieran and you know that Colm saw by the smile on his face.

“Got yerself a little sweetheart, Omega?”

Kieran shrinks back against the wall, resisting the urge that makes you not fight when Colm pulls you to your feet. He holds your waist and presses his nose to your neck, scenting deeply.

“So sweet…” He mutters.

He turns you, pushing you into a couple of Betas that hold you still. They tighten their hold on your arms when you struggle as he kneels down to Kieran. Kieran, who you have been able to keep away from prying eyes until now, he hasn’t been touched since he was taken last week. Colm pushes Kieran’s hair back and the compelled Omega leans into the touch, not protesting as he’s scented.

Colm groans softly. “Ya smell like ‘em…”

Never in a million years did you think your scent would rub off on Kieran, especially without marking. You’ve heard of it before, people that spend time together picking up each other’s scents. You’d only ever heard of it happening with families. But an Alpha’s nose, particularly one nearing rut, wouldn’t mistake something like the scent of an Omega he’s rutted lingering on someone else.

Colm pulls Kieran to his feet and the poor kid doesn’t know how to resist the enamoring scent. The Beats holding you walk behind Colm as his hands guide Kieran by the waist. The direct sunlight makes you blink rapidly and the change in scent is jarring. You’d gotten so used to the comforting smells of other Omegas and the timid ones of the occasional Beta that your nose flooding with the different scents of O’Driscoll Alphas nearly chokes you.

You’re taken to Colm’s cabin, the same one from his last rut. The Betas push you inside after Colm and Kieran, closing the door. There is no lock, there doesn’t need to be. Betas usually like the scent of an Alpha in rut, there will be plenty lingering outside to keep any offended Alphas away. And with Colm’s scent getting stronger, you wouldn’t want to leave anyway.

Colm sits on the bed and Kieran is so caught in his scent that he doesn’t need to be told to sit on the man’s lap. The good thing about ruts is that the scent doesn’t make you lose your mind to mating the way a heat does to Alphas. You have your senses, Colm just smells nice and you don’t want to leave. You also have the experience to be able to enjoy it from a distance. Kieran doesn’t have that. He does what you did during the first rut you spent with Colm, he drinks in the scent from the source. So enthralled in it that he doesn’t care about Colm’s dick grinding into his ass.

You make yourself sit in one of the chairs by the dining table, trying to breathe more through your mouth than your nose. Kieran begins to whimper, that instinct naturally taking over him in the presence of an Alpha. It always makes it harder to resist. Rut or not, an Alpha’s scent and the beginnings of intimacy always twist the minds of Omegas. You know the feeling and you wish there was something you could do about it. You just try not to watch, try not to listen as Kieran starts to beg and Colm starts to say those gross promises.

But as his scent gets stronger, much more compelling, you find yourself needing to be much closer to the Alpha. You try to fight it, but it’s much too strong now. As you approach, you find Colm fucking harshly into a presenting Kieran. Slick drips out with every thrust and Kieran whines and pleads to be filled. It makes your stomach turn, but you need to be close to Colm. The Alpha smiles at you, his hips slowing a bit as his hands pull you closer. Kieran fucks himself back into Colm as the Alpha kisses you and his hands roam your body, one falling almost immediately to squeeze your dick through your pants. Then he lets you go and you can finally press into his neck and breathe in the nice scent you crave.

“Such good little Omegas.” He chuckles. “Right where ya belong.”

You hear Kieran cry out, assuming he’s released but not able to tear yourself away from Colm’s scent patch to check. Colm tugs your pants down and in your twisted state, you help him. Your mind is too fogged to focus now but you feel the soft sheets under you all of the sudden and a second later Colm is pushing into you. Your ass drips with slick as he fills you and now that Omega instinct comes over, wanting nothing more than to be bred again and again.

Very softly, fingers run through your hair. You meet Kieran’s eyes, blown out in a state of bliss. Neither of you have much sense beside pleasing the Alpha in hopes that he fucks you both until you’re dripping with his seed. So Kieran kisses you, much rougher than either of you ever have. Behind you, Colm groans and pumps you full as his knot keeps him there. He’s knotted you before, he usually does.

“That’s it, pretty Omegas.” He says with a moan, his hand running along your back. “Keep warm fer yer Alpha.”

You can’t stop the whimper as Kieran’s hand leaves your hair. Colm pulls you back with him, making you sit in his lap as he beckons Kieran closer. It’s you that kisses him this time, your mind coming back a bit and just wanting to feel something aside from Colm. But the Alpha’s hand finds yours and directs it to Kieran’s dick. He holds you there, starting to pump faster than Kieran can handle and making him whimper against your lips. You try to distract him, try to be soft in your kisses to comfort him, but Colm squeezes your hand so tight around him that you know it has to hurt.

Then in your ear, in that low and commanding voice only an Alpha can bring on. “Fuck him fer me, Omega.”

It compels your already rattled mind and, just as Colm’s knot relaxes, you push Kieran back and climb on top of him. Colm stays back, watching his selected Omegas as they kiss and grind. And his hand pumps his dick when he watches you slide yours into Kieran, the command of an Alpha spurring you on. Still, it’s Kieran under you. You have the sense to gentle, to more make love than fuck until Colm pushes you down and enters you again.

With every rock of his hips, you’re pushed into Kieran. Both of you whining those nonsense pleas about Alphas and breeding and being full. Colm’s hands dig into your hips, clawing with every thrust. For once you’re thankful it’s a rut, because Colm cums much faster than he might otherwise. For the second time, he knots you and fills you so much that it makes your stomach hurt. He grinds you into Kieran and you’re overwhelmed, shooting slick deep inside the other Omega.

“Gonna have my kids, Omega?” Colm mutters against your ear as he leans over you. “‘bout time ya did, been makin’ me wait so long.”

“Colm…” Your breath hitches as he ghosts his teeth over your scent patch. “A-Alpha… please no…”

Your plea doesn’t stop him. He sinks his teeth into your scent patch and you whine from the bit of pain it causes. When he pulls back, he kisses the mark before pulling you away from Kieran. You slip out of him and he whimpers, curling in on himself from the empty feeling. Colm has you in his lap for a while, whispering things about breeding you and claiming you in your ear until his knot relaxes and he pushes you off.

He pulls you back by the arm, his grip bruising. “Mark me back er I kill the Omega.”

Your eyes dart to Kieran for a moment. He’s exhausted, only half awake as he lets out soft whimpers of pain.

“Might mark him too…” Colm says, his fingers running along your jaw. “Gotta make sure he’s worth it first.”

His rut is in a lull, he’s in complete control of his mind. His eyes aren’t blown or glazed, they’re cutting. You know he’d make good on his threat and then force you into marking him anyway, so you carefully lean in as he pets your hair. Your head swims a bit again as you take in his scent so directly and you sink your teeth into the mark. Colm hisses at the feeling, his hand pulling your hair and forcing you back.

“Always so damn well behaved fer yer Alpha.” He growls, forcing you onto your back.

He doesn’t waste time, pushing into you again. When you turn your head you see Kieran has fallen fast asleep, just inches from you. He’s alive, at least he’s alive.

#tw r@pe #omegaverse #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption x male reader #x reader #x male reader #kieran duffy #kieran duffy x reader #kieran duffy x male reader #colm o'driscoll #colm o'driscoll x reader #colm o'driscoll x male reader

[tinfairies]

omg that's what I had in mind with Haymitch 😩

I want him to rape me so bad he'd probably make you call him Daddy and slap you across the face when you act out because he is helping you survive the games after all

He'd force you to ride his cock until you're legs give out and then he'd use you like a little toy untill he's done

His cock gets so hard when he thinks about fucking his little girls so he had to fist his cock or use an avox until he gets a new tribute to start over with

Oh for sure, and no is ever going to believe them or care if they tell. He holds it over them, telling them he won't let them die a virgin.

He's obsessed with how tight they are, and how easy it is to hold them down and rape their cunts bloody. Pumping them full of his cum, not caring if they get pregnant. It's not like they'll live long anyway.

Every year Haymitch looks forward to the reaping because it means he gets free booze, a tight pussy to use for a few weeks

#tin talks #tin smut #T: Haymitch #tw noncon #tw r@pe

[hill-art02]

Unpopular opinion, but I don't mind that Asmodeus is against r@pe, like I know he's supposed to be the sin of lust, but he's also supposed to be a decent person and a healthy partner to Fizz. So it wouldn't make sense for him to be cool with something like r@pe. And let's be honest, if Viv did make Ozz a r@pist, then people would be complaining that she only did it to make Stolas look better or something. But that's just my opinion.

#my text post #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #helluva boss critical #tw r@pe mention #tw r@pe #cw r@pe mention #cw r@pe

[theflikchic]

JKR really wrote "I am not transphobic! I don't fear trans people! I'm just absolutely terrified that every trans woman I see is a secretly an abusive man waiting to rape me at every turn!" Girl, I- I just- How did this woman ever manage to write a good, narratively coherent series when she can't even keep her damn tweets straight? Like, hot dog, was HP divine intervention because there ain't no way she had that skill and it just vanished like that. This is ludicrous.

#and yes i do think HP is a well-written series #speaking as someone studying old literature and English #they're objectively good #she just you know #sucks ass and has zero self awareness #how did we come to this #girl please go back to being obsessed with wizards #im begging #harry potter #jk rowling #tw jk rowling #tw transphobia #tw r@pe #this bitch #ruining a perfectly good fantasy series is what you did

[izalemon]

What does reader and yandere god look like and how old is reader? Did reader had any boyfriends and sex with other men? What did yandere god do about that? How did yandere god fell in love with her?

I imagine reader to be relatively young. Either in college or just got out of college so early to mid twenties.

I personally imagine him also young looking with a smooth jawline and sandy blonde hair, but that’s just me, you can imagine him however you like.

I don’t see reader having had sex before him. I can see her getting close to it but I feel like Aanteris would have somehow stopped it before it escalated because he’s a jealous bastard.

It’s kinda messed up but gods kinda have a soulmate system where they can tell when their soulmate comes into existence as soon as they are born. They call them their “companions” and each god has their own method of being involved in their companions life. Aanteris watched over you as a guardian angel of sorts and then once you came of age is when he gained romantic feelings, which is how it goes for most other gods.

Yes it is messed up but when you have all-knowing beings in a story that started with a rape there’s nowhere to go but down. It’s meant to me sort of sweet in a weird, gross way honestly.

#yandere god #yandere headcanons #headcanons #yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere oc #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere noncon #tw r@pe

[artworks-things]

(Mentions of Admin bright/r@ pe/sexu@ l harassment) So you know admin bright right? The stupid sex pest who made Dr bright as a self insert? Yea that guy, Djkatus and others are replacing dr bright with elias shaw,

The images should show you what's going on

#scp foundation #scp #r/scp #scp subreddit #Dr elias shaw #scp 963 #Mentions of Admin bright #dr bright #bright is a really boring name #i think Elias shaw would be a good replacement #no more ginger guy #tw r@pe #tw sexu@al harassment

[csaventing]

"boys don't get raped!" shut the fuck up shut the fuck up shut the fuck up SHUT THE FUCK UP SHUT THE FUCK UP

.

#survivor #tw csa #trauma vent #actually traumatized #trauma #csa vent #tw rap3 #tw r@pe

[artemishasthebluez]

i tthink angel dust should not have had a song to represent the SA/rape. it just makes it seem like it wasnt taken as serious as it shouldve been. maybe they shouldve done the song. yknow. after?

#hazbin hotel critical #vivziepop critical #angel dust #its okay if you dont agree though #tw sa mention #cw sa #tw r@pe #cw r@pe

[allzelemonz]

No Good, Twisted, Fucking Day: O’Driscoll Gang X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: E/Smut, rape Warnings: Rape, wound fucking, dead dove do not eat, possessive behavior, outdoor sex, gang bang, anal sex, blood, gore, stabbing, loss of consciousness Summary: Stabbed, hardly aware, and surrounded by strange men that use whatever you have.

You didn’t feel it for a full minute. Long enough to grip the man’s throat and cut off his breath until he went limp. But when you stumbled back, it was hard to ignore the blood staining your clothes. You felt the wet fabric more than anything. Then you put your hand to the wound and it started to burn.

And it still burns.

It burns and burns and you feel so sick and dizzy and weak. You just want to pass out, to fall asleep, but town isn’t all that far. You can make it. Just… one step at a time.

Your legs give out and you fall into the dirt, rolling to your side with the sense to keep the wound away from anything that could mess with it. There’s blood everywhere when you look down and things start to turn oddly cold.

Then you don’t feel anything for a while. Nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing at all. You think you may have died, but then there’s an aching pain that makes you scream and open your eyes.

“Told ya he was alive.” A voice snickers.

You can’t move, your head spins and your limbs have no feeling. No, all feeling comes from the distinct stretching of your ass. It takes you a moment to process what’s happening, but the brutal thrusts make it hard to think it’s anything else.

“Hurry up then, I wanna make ‘em scream while he’s still warm.”

There’s a few laughs and your heart sinks for a moment before you fall into darkness again.

This pain hurts even more. You wake in a flash, the searing burn reaching every part of you. The movement is sickening, the wet sounds are worse. And just like before, it takes you a moment to figure out what’s happening.

And it’s so much worse than before.

Getting raped by a couple of faceless, nameless, random men is something you could at least fathom. But this…

And he loves it.

He lips are close to your ear and you can hear every groan, every gasp as he fucks into you. Into the wound.

“Fuck…” He grunts, thrusting in again. “Ya should try it, boys.”

You don’t have the voice to scream. You can’t even cry. You can hardly believe it’s even happening.

“Can’t feel that good.”

He moans right next to your ear and you shiver as his breath hits your skin. “It does, boys.” He gasps, giving a few quick thrusts. “Oh, it’s so tight, so fuckin’ warm.”

“Better than his ass?” One of them asks, circling around so you can see his face. “Find that hard ta believe.”

“Ya can try when I’m done.”

The one in front of you squats down, hand petting your hair. “Might kill him, bet yer tearin’ inta ‘em something fierce.”

The other grunts. “Ya wanna keep ‘em er somethin’?”

“Maybe.”

“Colm’d never let ya keep a runt like this.”

The one in front of you hums. “He’d make a nice whore, boss could fuck ‘em too.”

“Shit…” The other gasps, stopping his movement.

You don’t feel much else other than the burning. Just the burning, the ripping. It hurts so much you can’t really feel it all that much anymore.

“Didn’t do that in him, did ya?”

“Nah, it goes all the way through.”

“Clean ‘em up, wanna keep ‘em.” The one in front of you mutters.

His eyes are such a dark brown you can hardly make them out. His voice is soft, harsh but soft. You can’t even feel the gentle strokes he gives your head.

“Sentimental?”

“Hard to find good toys these days.” He sighs. “I think Colm’ll like him too.”

#dead dove do not eat #tw r@pe #tw dark themes #tw dark fic #tw dark content #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption x reader #colm o'driscoll #red dead redemption x male reader #x reader #x male reader #o'driscoll gang x reader #o'driscoll boys x reader #o'driscoll gang x male reader #o'driscoll boys x male reader #o'driscoll gang #o'driscoll boys #tw wounds

[cyb3r-s1lly]

Absolutely loving the idea of a teenage boy raping an older man!!

#pro para #proship #anti anti #proshippers interact #proship safe #pro-para #profic #proshipping #paraphilia #pro paraphile #p3dophilia #tw r@pe #tw rap3 #rapekink #biastophilia #hebephilia #paraphile safe #paraphiles please interact

[my-cages-were-mental]

“men, being raped and murdered on spring break? well thats a twist.”

emily once again being the realest person ever

#emily prentiss #criminal minds #criminal minds 4x20 #tw r@pe #tw murder mention

[bidmybloodtorun]

Me to Bf: I find it very rude that sexual masochism is considered a disorder. Just because I love it when you have me bound & gagged, choke me, slice me with a knife so I bleed, wrap my head in duct tape, beat my ass until you break my fucking skin, leave marks and bruises all over my damn body, plus my r@pe fantasy, k!dnap fantasy, and curious about a loaded gun shoved down my throat while you fuck me doesn't make it a disorder.

Bf: *snickers*

#bd/sm community #tw mention of kn!feplay #bdsmkink #bd/sm kink #bd/sm brat #kn!fe kink #kn!feplay #tw mention of violence #tw blo0d #tw bl0od #tw r@pe #r@pe fantasy #kidnap fantasy #choke play #bound #tw gagging #gagging kink #cw bl00d #g0r3 gal #gun play #bd/sm switch #bd/sm masochist #masochist sub #m@sochist #bd/sm dom #bratty #just a fantasy #no gag reflex #bd/sm sadist #sadist dom

[rjtjekwkdkfjwjdh]

That hiv Hamilton fanfic called "to scale the blue sky"

Found via somethingawfulforums archives

Apologise for the lack of chapters, this is all that was archived. I copied and uploaded everything I could find of the original story.

This is the description and tags used on the original ao3 page archived on Oct 26, 2017. Please proceed with caution due to themes of sexual assault, r*pe, date r*pe, drug use and racism.

If you would rather listen to a description of the story I recommend listening to the podcast episode "Hamilton, HIVLiving and MikuBinder- Representation at cost" by Author's Note: Don't Like, Don't Listen on Spotify (YouTube version)

#hamilton #tw r4p3 #tw r@pe #tw SA #someone will find this because #of strange aeons #new video #To Scale The Blue Sky #hivliving