#tw: sa

[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

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Family Wrath

( Implied SA, not actually SA, POV outsider misunderstandings )

Okay I want all the misunderstandings!

Misunderstandings galore my beloved!

Anyway!

For this intrusive thought that decided to hit me as I was minding my own business-

Danny is the baby that Stephanie gave into adoption when she was young.

Obvi trans Danny,

So after Stephanie realizes just who Danny is she investigates (You can't escape the Bat paranoia training)

But here are the misunderstandings: Ellie and Dante (de-aged)

" Oh my God guys I'm a grandmother! "

But wait there's more!

Danny is how old?! With kids, that are very much not newborns?

" So who's the dad? "

" Oh some fruit-loop named Vlad, he was obsessed with my mom when they went to college together but she wasn't interested at all & now he's obsessed with me. He really wanted the 'perfect' son but I told him to fuck off not that he cared about what I wanted. So yeah, sorry for rambling-are you okay you look a little pale, is the heat bothering you? "

Danny forgets that peoples first thoughts aren't " Oh yea clone! " Or timeline shenanigans

So what these concerned people heard was " Yea this adult man wanted my mom and when he saw that that wasn't an option he targeted me as a child "

Dante & Ellie are just enjoying the show intentionally creating more misunderstandings and havoc, they hope someone will finally go beat Vlad since they're now too small to beat him.

~

Dante: " Momma practically died when I was born. "

Ellie: "Yea I almost killed him too! "

They're technically not lying just using what actually happened in a different context

~

Alfred after hearing what's going on grabbing his shotgun: " I still have good aim."

~

Jason/Stephanie: " A little murder is fine, as a treat "

~

Just more and more misunderstandings happening around Danny with him being none the wiser.

~

Feel free to add to my nonsense, I love it, it's fun to read what people come up with

~

Just an (Intrusive) Idea

#parent danny #older sister Ellie #little brother Dante #mom danny #de aged ellie #de aged dan #misunderstandings galore #misunderstanding #tw: sa #but not really #don't worry #stephanie brown #dpxdc #dp x dc #danny phantom #dc x dp #batman #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp crossover #dcxdp

[lets-go-hurt-someone]

I call myself an Astarion simp and make fun of myself for loving the dumb sexy pixel man but to be honest, I’m like 30 years old and I just never expected to see my experiences not only reflected in media, but handled so delicately and compassionately.

I spent a lot of time “healing” from my past through hypersexuality. I knew it was hypersexuality. I used to tell myself, “What happened can’t be sad or important if you do it a hundred more times.” Like somehow if it was my choice x many times then the time it wasn’t can’t possibly matter anymore. Logical, right? It’s just statistics.

And then the journey of fucking your way to a semblance of mental safety just becomes a joke. It’s edgy and funny. I was doing exactly what Astarion does — if I fuck them, they might like me. And if fucking them is easier than not, I might as well, because I’ve done it so many times before anyway. I’m so good at it I’ve fucked people using the lamest lines you can imagine — wanna hear? I promise it’s hilarious.

And he’s not a perfect sweet victim or a funny edgy free love sex pest. It’s not played as a damsel in distress or a punchline. He’s just hurting and learning and when he realises the hypersexuality isn’t serving him… you can tell him it’s okay and you still like him for who he is.

I don’t know if I can really articulate what it means to me to see a background like Astarion’s being portrayed honestly and not as a sexy funny trauma thing or just straight up tragedy porn.

It genuinely made me feel like maybe I’m not alone, and think maybe other people out there also might just… understand. Not pity me, or laugh when I tell them to, but just… get it.

I’m still kind of processing it to be honest. Maybe that’s why I’ve played this stupid game like 5 times in two months.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #tw: sa #astarion ancunin

[konigsfaerie]

thinking about creep!könig!

cw/tw: dubcon, noncon, abuse, bruising, intimidation

- könig who secretly watches you sleep through your window, palming his huge cock through his pants until he can’t stand it anymore. he stares at your ass poking through those tiny sleep shorts and cums all over your window and doesn’t bother to clean it up.

- könig who backs you up into corners and is so tall and big next to you his breath barely touches your face even when he is leaning down to stare at you through dead eyes

- könig who gets hard as a fucking rock when he sees your hands shaking every time he gets close to you. he loves the idea of you being terrified of him. so so afraid when he gets too close to you, you can’t even speak to tell him to go away. can’t even mutter a word, barely a whimper. it makes what he wants to do to you so much easier.

- and those whimpers. you involuntarily make them every time he wants to scare you into submission, and he does. every time he’s around you, you shrink in his presence. you can’t help but do whatever he says.

- he begins to start jerking you around whenever he wants something. pull you by the arm, lifting you up by the waist to move you. then you start noticing light bruises on your waist and your wrist.

- the next day he walks into where you’re working, you silently lift your shirt just past your bellybutton and show him. you turn your wrists over too, showing the purple marks. he licks his lips, and you can see something long and hard rising in his tan cargo pants. those bruised wrists begin shaking and you realize you never should’ve shown him. you, like an idiot, thought he would finally stop when he saw that he actually hurt you. that clearly is not the case. it only excites him further.

#fanfic #my fics #cod könig #könig smut #könig x reader #könig headcanons #konig x you #konig x y/n #konig call of duty #konig #konig smut #tw: abuse #tw: dubcon #tw: sa #creep!konig #konigsfaerie #my writing #yandere!konig #cod men

[kate-rose-red]

Jason Spisak has announced he's recorded lines for Arcane Season 2.

(TW: SA, Grooming)

He also has numerous sexual misconduct allegations against him dating as far back 2017.

And has had a pattern of behavior of DMing young women who were fans of his - specifically...Jinx cosplayers.

He's admitted to dating one, a 22-year-old Jinx cosplayer, who was a fan of his (he's 49.)

If you know anything about Jason Spisak, he loves the Jinx and Silco relationship. It's all he talks about in interviews.

So for him to have a pattern of behavior DMing young girls, soliciting sexual relationships from them, via their attachment and interest in the Silco character, and Jinx herself - is very. Very. Scary.

Evidence in screenshots listed below, including an audio recording.

It's obvious he fetishizes the Jinx and Silco relationship and grooms young girls on that basis.

Be informed. He's still getting work, in the very show he's utilized to find victims.

The bits of evidence presented can be found here, but there's a lot more I've left out: https://twitter.com/i__am_the_truth/status/1554959726672322560

#arcane #arcane news #jinx #silco #jason spisak #tw: grooming #tw: sa #jinx arcane #silco arcane

[ohlooh]

DP X DC

You know the trope that Danny with de-aged Ellie and Dan ends up in Crime alley and everyone assumes that Vlad is a pedo rapist?

After the Fentons and Danny's friends die, Vlad gets custody. And Vlad, after losing Maddie, decides to focus his obsession on Danny. After all, Danny is the same species as him, he is Maddie's son, he will not die like she did, he is younger and easily controlled. All Vlad has to do is de-age the failed clone and the bratty future Danny and threaten to hurt them and Danny obeys his every order.

And then Danny gets pregnant. And he knows he cannot stay, he can't give Vlad yet another person to hurt, to threaten him with.

Danny plans and manages to escape, he even brings Ellie and Dan with him.

He bargains with Lady Gotham and hides within her heart, Crime Alley.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton #danielle fenton #dan phantom #trans!danny #tw: rape #tw: sa

[bellamybellamyblake]

Violet Eyes, Red

Pairing:

rhysand x reader (pretty sure it's gender neutral - there might be a "she" i missed while referring to you from the original draft bc second person pov is not how i write)

Summary:

you and your mate reunite after feyre defeats amarantha and this is the fallout of what the bitch did to him.

Warnings:

aftermath of SA - i can't really tell if it's graphic which tells me it is, loose description of a panic attack, PTSD, please let me know if I missed anything. guys, please, if these topics are triggering for you, don't read this fic. i am not responsible for your media consumption, but i also don't want to throw you headfirst into your trauma.

Word Count:

2,140

A/N:

literally broke my own damn heart with this one. rhys' trauma is so ignored and that needed to be rectified. rhys might be my second favorite bat boy, but he's still a lil baby who needs to be protected

The human girl had beaten her - the woman of his nightmares - once and for all. At the first moment he could, Rhysand winnowed. After fifty years, he knew there was only one place he could go. After all, it was the last Sunday of the month, and that Sunday was the day he and his mate reserved just for themselves. The High Lord and Lady would not conduct any business on that day.

You'd spend most of your day on the balcony. You'd serenade him with the piano. You'd fly around Velaris - creating patterns in the air. You'd cradle each other in your arms. He'd sketch out a new drawing - trying and failing, in his opinion, to encapsulate your true beauty.

One day, he broke that promise, that vow you had made, and went to what he thought was a simple trade meeting. That morning was the last day he saw you, and he still couldn't live with himself.

Those memories alone kept him breathing at times. When Amarantha stole his bed, his body, his hope.

Then the human girl showed up, and he tried to help her. Wanted to give her what she needed to beat the beast he didn't think he'd ever escape. But he had lost the will to pray for it. To the cauldron, to the Mother Above. Despite his pessimism, she persevered. The girl had won. And then he was free.

He was on the balcony before he could even think about it. After a quick glance around, he realized it was empty. At first, he felt a pulse of disappointment, but with the realization of how long it'd been, he breathed deeply. How could he expect you to keep up the tradition? Fifty years of solitude on those Sundays would have made him mad if your roles were reversed.

At the thought, he allowed himself to feel the mating bond. It had gone cold the moment he winnowed away all those years ago, but now it was as beautiful as he remembered. The pull of another person at the end of a tether, forever binding them in the purest forms of fate.

But he heard your thoughts, and he almost broke down in sobs at the sound of your voice in his head. Please come home, my love. I don't know how to do this anymore. Please. The last word, you were begging. Your inner voice, the one he had to get used to living without, was broken. Pleading for him to return - despite everything you'd probably heard.

And with that, he took action, winnowing to every room in the house so he would find you as soon as possible. He knew you were close; your scent wasn't stale. It was fresh, clinging to every piece of furniture you owned together.

It was the last room he checked, his office, where he found you. You sat in his desk chair; the leather more worn than he remembered. But the sight of you stopped him from rushing to you. Nursing a bottle of wine, you slouched on your elbows, hands in your hair, as more thoughts streamed through the bond.

I'm losing myself, Rhys. I don't know how much more of this I can take. I can't let myself believe you won't come back because that- that will ruin me. What she's doing to you, what she's making you do. I don't even know a fraction of it, but I can't stop it. I- I can't protect you. And I hate myself for it. 

He was watching you as you sent the words down the bond, the bond that had been desolate for half a century. You run your hands down your face, not looking up from your wine, the third of many you planned to drown in.

Just get through it. Please just- just survive. Do what you have to do to come home. I'll be here. I love you. My mate.

You'd only allowed yourself to talk to him once a month. Initially, you would try to send him something every day. Thoughts, images, songs you'd learned, prayers for him. You never heard anything back, and it slowly started eating away at you. It shattered your hope every time you didn't get a response.

You'd heard the rumors, Amarantha's whore, he'd been called. Every time you heard it, it ate away at you more and more. As if he would choose that - choose to warm the bed of another when you were waiting for him at home. You knew him better than that, and you winced at the thought. He wouldn't choose it, but would she force him? Was she that much of a monster? 

You had to shake that thought away for the thousandth time that night, downing the rest of the glass. As you reach for the bottle, nearly empty at that point, a hand wraps around your wrist. The touch is gentle but firm - stopping you from drinking more, but not rough enough to hurt. Instead of startling at it, the wine slows your instincts. You can only stare. The tattoos on the dorsal side interweave into vines under the sleeve. Vines you know, vines that you've held, vines that have and will continue to have free rein of your body.

Faster than you thought you were capable of, your eyes flew to its owner's eyes. Violet. The most ravishing violet. Violet you'd feared you were forgetting.

With a new urgency, you pulled yourself to your feet, your hands flying up to his face without thinking. One on his cheek, the other on his neck, pushing, pulling, grabbing, unsure if it was your mind playing tricks on you.

In your desperate touch, you missed the way he flinched.

His hands. Mother Above, his beautiful hands were on your neck too, placed at the sides. When your mind would play you for a fool, it would never let you touch him, let alone allow him to reach you. But there he was, and you could feel him. You tugged at the bond, finally noticing it was warm and delicate and sweet and serene and everything you wished you knew how to describe. 

He breathed your name, barely a whisper. "I'm home, my darling. I'm home."

"You're here." The words barely escaped you, and you couldn't stop the tears. He didn't hesitate a moment, pulling you in for a frustratingly rare and fierce embrace. You clung to each other for dear life, tighter and tighter and tighter, like he'd disappear if you let him go. Frankly, you weren't convinced he wouldn't. "You're really here."

You stood like that for a while, holding each other, when he ultimately pulled away first. "Rh-Rhys, don't go-"

"I'm not," he promised, his voice raw, kissing your forehead. He took in every inch of your face. "I just wanted to look at you. My mate."

Since Rhys had been freed by the human girl, nothing had been normal. Not that you expected it to be, but you didn't anticipate just how awful a recovery for him would be. He couldn't share your bed, and you didn't mean that in a sexual manner. He couldn't sleep with anyone else in his room - if he had even been sleeping at all. He could barely stand to be touched. You knew he wanted to be able to let you, but every time you seemed to blink, he would flinch.

You had suspicions about what went on under the mountain, but you had no idea it would be so evil.

He stood before a cabinet, staring blankly into it, lost in a memory - a memory he'd been refusing to share. You understood why, but something in you told you that you needed to see. Not just for curiosity's sake but to know how to help him. Even if it was past your pay grade.

"Rhys," You called quietly for the second time. You didn't want to touch him, shock him back to reality. The fear of that setting him off more held you back. With a harsh and sudden breath, he fearfully glanced at you and around the room, forgetting where he was for a moment. "You're at home, Rhys. You came home."

"I'm sorry," He rasped, ignoring your words. His hands pulled at his hair, and you were nervous he'd start ripping it out. He backed away from you, so far away he was caught by the wall. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Your own formed at the sight of his tears, but you couldn't conjure up what he'd have to apologize for. "It's okay, honey, you're safe. It's okay."

"I didn't- I didn't want it. I swear on my life, I didn't want to."

You shook your head, not understanding. But you knew asking what he was apologizing for was the wrong thing to do. You could see it, the shame, the regret, the blame. "I know you didn't."

He squeezed his eyes shut, buried his face in his hands, and sank to the floor. He kept murmuring apologies, pleading for your forgiveness. "I betrayed you, you have to- you have to leave me."

His words shocked you, and now you were the one that flinched. "Rhysand, look at me." He visibly shrunk at the command, pulling his hands away from his face. "As far as I'm concerned, anything that happened...there...is the furthest thing from your fault. I know there are things you can't tell me, and that's okay. I'll be here when you're ready-"

"I can't!" He bellowed. "You'll never forgive-"

"Show me the memory." You demanded, your voice quiet but assertive. But you wouldn't push too hard if he was adamant about keeping you out. You knew. You knew. Based on the way he had been acting, what had happened. But you also knew he needed to show you. So someone, fucking someone, would tell him it was out of his control. He couldn't govern everything, even if he was the High Lord of the Night Court. The words hurt as they left your lips. "Because I can promise you that I will."

You weren't a daemati, but you could see him battling with himself. Debating, if showing you what really happened, would bury him deeper under the surface or pull him back up for air.

Eventually, he released a rare sob and a barely audible "Okay."

He showed you the first time, how he just laid there like a statue as her hands took everything for herself. Then, the fifth time, when she started demanding he respond, pretend he wanted it. Then, the eleventh time, when his body started reacting. Then, by the next time, he had stopped keeping count.

He showed you, whether he meant to or not, how he prayed for it to end, prayed for someone to rescue him.

How he had been praying for you.

With the confirmation of your theory, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying and failing to hold back the tears. The angry tears, wishing you could've been the one to rip her throat out. Tears that enraged you because that was not Tamlin's kill. Furious tears because that wasn't even your kill. Devastating tears because your mate not only had to play a character for so long, but he had to endure being called her whore. Like he had any fucking say. 

Overwhelming tears because your mate was in pain and there was shit all you could do about it.

"Can I touch you?" The question shocks him, but he nods without thinking, confused at the request. You slowly lift your hands to his cheeks, brushing away his tears with your thumbs. "There is nothing for me to forgive you for. I know you didn't want to do any of it."

"But I-"

"Bodies respond to stimulation whether it's wanted or not. It's how we work." You explained slowly and carefully, keeping direct eye contact. "You forget, sweetheart. I can hear your thoughts when you show me a memory."

"I've-" His voice caught, putting his hands on your wrists, rubbing them up and down your arms until they got hot. "I've been so scared. That it's still happening. That all of this is going to go away, that she's not really gone, that I'm not really here, and this is just another tactic-"

You shake your head, finally pulling yourself together to say what you've wanted to say for weeks. "I swear on my life that I will never let anyone hurt you like that again. I will spend eternity protecting you from her and anyone like her. And if you forget that this is real, just ask me. I'll tell you."

His eyes darted between yours, furiously blinking. Violet eyes, red. Pleading craving begging praying.

"Is it?"

#acotar #acotar x reader #rhysand acotar #rhys acotar #rhysand x reader #rhys x reader #rhysand x you #rhysand x y/n #acomaf #acowar #acofas #rhysand #acotar fanfiction #acotar series #acotar fandom #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #acotar angst #tw: sa #tw: sa mention

[februeruri]

ahh, wedded bliss (part 1) | part 2 | (part 3)

#mimo #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion x tav #ascended astarion #tw: abuse #tw: sa #bg3 tav

[pussydrunkalastor]

Could you do Val x reader headcanons, maybe cuddling with Val?

Pairing: Valentino x afab!reader Relationship: between FWB and established Genre: fluff Format: Headcanons Warnings: mentions of sex and NSFW topics. Put simply, there will be some suggestive content, but it’s not explicitly NSFW Word count: 372

With Valentino being Valentino, he isn’t usually the type of person to like to cuddle with anyone

Val is more into sexual intimacy than cute, loving acts of affection

But when you are able to get him to cuddle, he’d be really grumpy about it at first, but after a few minutes he’s just the sweetest little cuddle bug 🥰

Especially when you’re alone. That’s when he’s most likely to give in. Even with just the other Vee’s in the room, he’s going to keep putting on the “I’m only interested in sex” act.

Unless he’s somehow feeling extra vulnerable for your love and affection.

Velvette probably has at least one video she took of Val cuddling with you without anything sexual going on, including dirty jokes.

Val’s cuddles are surprisingly warm and comforting. It’s like a drug, and you just can’t get enough.

My personal favorite headcanon, is that Val smells like strawberries (sometimes chocolate, sometimes normal) because it fits the “charming” and “romantic” aura that Valentino is said to give off in the show.

And this leads me to believe his cuddles—and just presence in general—is even more addicting.

One night specifically it was such a hard day for you and you really were not in the mood for sex at all, so you fell asleep in each other’s arms and you two were just so comfortable in each other’s presence that you wouldn’t get out of bed and Vox had to run in and wake Val up, only to see you two tangled up together in the bed get your head out of the gutter

So now of course, Val is going to be teased about it because he was caught by both of the other Vee’s, but eventually he’ll get used to it.

And finally, because Val is busy and still into sex more than genuine caring love and affection, cuddling with him is very rare (probably once every 3-6 months), and you’ve learned to just enjoy the moment while it lasts and savor being under his touch because you know that he’s going to go back to being your normal pimp Valentino in just a few seconds.

Blink, and you might miss the affectionate side of Valentino.

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #vivienne medrano #vivziepop #hazbin hotel 2024 #hazbin spoilers #the vees #valentino x you #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino x reader #valentino #vivzieverse #tw: valentino #tw: sa #tw: suggestive #tw: sex mention #tw: r*pe #tw: abuse #tw: assault #none of these will probably be graphic or explicitly detailed #I do not stand for or support anything Val has done #But please be aware that certain topics may be mentioned in every (if not most of my) Valentino posts #Please proceed with caution

[shey-pancake]

TW: S/A topics ⚠️

So for a while I was watching this gacha story on youtube, at first I wasn't fully understading what was happening, but then I did, and it became one of my most comfort and hyped stories at the moment

Thank you @Victaton on youtube, thank you for creating blue and spreafing awareness with your story 💙🫶

I also made a speedpaint on youtube and talked a little more about it on the video, go give it a watch !! (and to the series too)

#art #tw: sa #blue #gacha #gacha art #gacha community #gacha series #blue story #I feel so bad for blue #and that I am like him #I never. NEVER. felt extremely represented with such simple but meaningful story #its one of my comfort places now #I even did an oc #posting it soon btw #Youtube

[lets-go-hurt-someone]

Am I the only one who actually prefers the Araj confession from Astarion? I see so many people wax poetic about the “nice, simple plan” scene and how much better it is that I want to wax poetic a little about my favourite.

The first time I played BG3, I didn’t know anything about Astarion’s background and I thought he was a jerk. When I first ran into Araj at Moonrise, I was surprised that he wasn’t interested in biting her, but he gave his reasons and I was like, damn, okay, that sucks but I’m not gonna force him to do anything. He said no, so it’s a no. Then I moved on, and genuinely thought nothing of it.

When he hit me with the Araj confession at camp, when he explained how he felt in front of her and how easy it would have been to just grin and bear it and do as he was told, I started crying. Sometimes I struggle to even put into words the emotions it brought up — not the smallest of which was the realisation that I had had more respect for this video game character that I didn’t even like at the time than a lot of people had ever had for me, a real fucking human being.

So I love absolutely everything about that scene, from the writing to the performance to all the different ways it can play out. I know the other confession is more cute and sweet and romantic, but the Araj one held up a mirror to me and genuinely made me confront myself and change how I approach intimacy. Which is kind of an embarrassing thing to say about a video game romance scene but here I am saying it.

Because if this fucking rude ass pixel boy (affectionate) can learn to be honest about his needs and limits and have them respected, then so can I, goddamnit. And that will always be so much more profound to me than a nice, simple plan that fell apart.

#maybe I just prefer ugly crying to the cute scene idk #I’ve talked about this before but it just hits me in waves sometimes #the way this game has made me feel so seen and valid for trauma I had written off as character development is wild #it’s so much cheaper than therapy but I probably need to go back to therapy lolol #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #tw: sa

[spoogliedoo]

i've been working as a research assistant on a project looking at media depicting "warchitecture" in the yugoslav wars, chechnya and ukraine, and interpreting that as both historico-cultural semantics and as actual media. the project was inspired by and basically predicated on, the work of architectural philosopher/urban theorist andrew herscher, so i have a lot of the ideas from his work fresh in my mind. so with the ceasefire ending and israel's genocide continuing, i feel like it would be constructive to just share a bit from his book violence taking place: the architecture of the kosovo conflict.

herscher was working on his phd in the late-90s when the international criminal tribunal for the former yugoslavia (ICTY) asked him to join the prosecution and be an expert witness on the destruction of buildings during serbia's ethnic cleansing of kosovo 1998/99. and when working in the balkans collecting evidence and writing reports for the ICTY, he realised that relegating the destruction of architecture to an externality of violence was absent of the fact that the destruction and construction of architecture is a productive medium for expresing historico-cultural and political semantics -- invoking ideas of present and historical material conditions and realities, and enforcing them. in the case of kosovo, this was serbs ensuring the alterity of kosovar-albanians, projecting serbian orthodoxy over kosovar-albanian islam, destroying their communities to ensure they could not retain their autonomy, etc. one of the most common instances hersher encountered were the minarets of mosques being toppled, but the building left otherwise mostly intact. this is violence as performance, and as a means of engaging in a cultural discourse to marginalize and eliminate a community. it's a kind of violence which architecture reciprocates and reproduces meaning in.

attached a bunch of excerpts below. consider gaza and the experience of palestinians, and remember that the yugoslav wars ended with 161 political and military leaders being brought before a judge at the hague.

#gaza #tw: sa

[elairu]

#tw: sa #tw: victim blaming #victaton #blue story #sa blue's story #blue's story #fanart #art is meant to comfort the disturbed and distrube the comfortable

[konigsblog]

// rape, stepcest, dark content (pls dont whine about me writing this and just read the tw's ...) 🎀

stepbrother!könig accidentally walking in on horangi raping you.

horangi is könig's closest friend, after joining the same unit and becoming teammates, könig thought horangi would never do something as brutal as this. but when he saw you; limp with heavy eyelids, clearly drugged, his cock hardened and there was nothing else for könig to do but watch as horangi raped his younger stepsister.

you hands loosely grabbing the bedsheets while horangi ploughed and slammed into your swollen, raw cunt. könig palmed himself, breathing heavily. he sat down beside you, petting your head while horangi grunted. he wasn't even affected that könig caught him doing such things, too pussy drunk and addicted to the tight sensation of your tight pussy around his big cock to care. “--fuck...”

könig unfastened his belt, your eyes watery and meeting his. you sniffled, lazily squirming and wriggling before giving up and falling still. you had bruises all over your poor, poor body... after being used and abused. but your stepbrother couldn't care less -- his needs had to be fulfilled, and your mouth would be a perfect outlet to release his white, hot release.

sticking his hard dick into your mouth, his grip on your hair firm and tight as he thrusted against your mouth sloppily. könig rutted against his stepsister's mouth, hearing the pained gags and sobs leave your throat. you slapped his thigh weakly -- just so, so sore and tired. “불쌍한 것... 당신은 의붓형제와 그의 친구에게 강간당하고 싶었어요. 넌 싸우지도 않잖아, 그렇지, 토끼야?” you babble out, feeling horangi's hard, full balls smack against your ass before he empties them inside your hole.

translation *poor thing...you wanted to be raped by your stepbrother and his friend. you're not even fighting it, right, bunny?

#orla speaks #tw: non con #tw: noncon #tw noncon #non con #tw: rape #tw: abuse #tw: sa #könig call of duty #könig x reader #kim horangi hong jin #horangi cod #horangi #horangi mw2 #horangi x reader #call of duty #mwii #x reader #cod x reader #cod x y/n #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig #konig cod #stepcest #tw: stepcest #stepcest cw #tw stepcest

[chaoticace2005]

I’m sure someone somewhere has already pointed this out but Love Potion in Angel’s dressing room? Angel taking it for work (either forced to by Val, or to make things “easier”) canon? (I know I’ve read some fics where this idea has been brought up but I didn’t know that is was basically canon.)

#am I surprised? no not really cause Valentino SUCKS #but still #hazbin hotel #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #tw: valentino #tw: roofies #roofie #valentino hazbin hotel #tw: sa #tw: sa mention #hazbin hotel masquerade

[odesofmeddea]

when i point out things like manipulation coercion emotional abuse etc etc. in samdean purview i don't imply a condemning connotation behind these terms, by the way, and i don't see the mutual abuse that both sam and dean occasionally enact upon each other as something that contorts the situated power dynamic.

i.e. when dean controls sam or robs him of his agency i don't immediately insinuate sam's position to be that of the unilateral victim - although he technically is, in some ways, dean's victim, there's always a spatial permit in letting him construe and reciprocate the damage received in his own way. when he abuses dean and is objectively verbally cruel or denigrating towards him, he's as much of a wounder and a manipulator and a jealous appropriator - in cases where he wants dean entirely and only to himself. the appropriation and possessiveness go as far as torturing other beings or corrupting a human soul, planning on murdering benny or killing dean's biological daughter from another woman, the daughter and benny being a threat to his position of the primal importance in his brother's life, thus robbing dean of any alternative. sam does, in fact, have this sadistic faculty reared and nurtured in him, the very faculty that s1-9 he would often resort to when forced or provoked and is otherwise rendered defenseless.

it's different from when i say that john ruined dean and mean it not in a neutral uncritical way, because john as a father was omnipotent in relation to his sons, and he abused that power ghastly for his own convenience. it's different from when i assert that lucifer mentally and sexually tortured sam for eons and has broke and rebroke his extant already-whacked personality, adding trauma on trauma, simply because he enjoyed demolishing him. with sam and dean, however detriment, there's always another basis of evaluation because there's a different nucleus of emotional input and intent that in its provenance is not manichean but instead very deeply human and therefore must be a panoply of manifestations, moral or not, logical or inadequate, often irrationally both. oh. they're also in love with each other, so the question of split-up is factually out of the equation and is not a desirable solution for their ongoing conflict.

#tw: sa #samdean #wincest #my texts #supernatural