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slimewares · 25 days

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thinking more about like the trans guy and his cis dude bros...

imagine being at a party with all your guy friends and the one guy you showed your dick to tells you that you should show the others (he only remembers that but "conveniently" doesn't remember fucking and cumming inside of you while he thought you were sleeping), so being crossfaded and feeling kinda slutty, you do, secretly hoping the evening ends up the way it did before. while there is some of the same curiosity that your one friend showed last time, it soon devolves as they begin pulling your legs apart and spreading you open to get a better look. innocent prodding quickly turns into them hungrily groping you. not just your pussy, they also start kneading your chest, tweaking your nipples, and one of your friends even starts tracing your scars with his tongue. before you can push him off, you're caught off guard as you feel two thick fingers slide into your wet cunt. one pair of hands pushes down your hips and another pushes down your shoulders, whether this is meant to ground you and make you feel secure as your friends start taking turns fingering you or meant to stop you from trying to leave, you have no way of knowing. as you open your mouth to protest, your head is leaned back and a cock is shoved into your mouth. your friend starts to fuck your throat and you have no choice to moan around it as you feel a warm, wet mouth begin sucking on your own tdick. you involuntarily writhe and buck your hips as you feel your orgasm approaching from all the stimulation to your gspot and dick. you hear the chorus of laughs and jeers of your friends.

"yo, look at him! he's so fucking wet"

"fuck, he must really be getting off on this"

"his throat feels so fucking good"

"oh yeah, take it!"

"he's getting super tight, I think he's gonna cum"

you whimper and whine around the dick in your mouth as you feel yourself teeter on the brink of your orgasm before the fingers inside you and the mouth on your cock suddenly pull away. the cock in your mouth also pulls out, allowing you to catch your breath. he seems to be talking to the others. the tip still rubs against your lips though, and you begin licking and kissing at his cock in a desperate attempt to get them to allow you to cum. you hear a noise like someone opening a wrapper mixed in with the sounds of shocked laughter before something hard begins to slip into your cunt. you look between your legs and see that one of your friends is sliding his cock into you. you suppose that its good that he's at least wearing a condom. he begins fucking into you at a slow pace, allowing you to get accustomed to the stretch of his cock as he pushes all the way to the back. he nods to the guy standing by your head and suddenly your head is tilted back again and your mouth once again filled with cock. they fuck you in sync, slowly matching the other's thrusts as he pushes into you slow and deep. but soon the one in your pussy, no doubt effected by how tight and close you are, begins fucking you quickly and desperately.

"fuck, his pussy's so perfect, I'm not gonna last"

he pants and whines and you feel his cock start to throb inside of you. he starts rubbing your cock and you can faintly hear him whimpering to himself.

"please cum with me, please please cum with me!"

without thinking, you lock your legs around his hips and pull him closer to you as you cum around his cock. you feel him twitch and pulse inside of you, filling the condom. he gives a small kiss to your collar before pulling out of you. the cock in your throat continues to fuck you and you think you feel another cock line up with your hole as you begin to lose consciousness.

when you wake up, all of your clothes are back on, but your cunt feels so loose and wet. you wonder just how many of them fucked you and as you feel a large amount of cum begin to seep out of you, you realize that not all of them were as considerate as the first guy who used a condom. when you see your friends again, everything seems normal and they all say that you passed out at the party so just let you sleep on the couch. but they ask if you wanna come to another party that they're thinking of holding with a bunch of guys you don't know. of course you accept.

#gender affirming gang rape <3 #i mean he's kinda into it so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#slimy wares #the dude bros #nsft #nsft concept #ftm nsft #cnc k!nk #cnc intox #cnc somno #breeding k1nk #ftm breeding #f0rced breeding

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bunnihearted · 26 days

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i really wish this world was kinder and safer for women (and also for animals</3)

#tw rape in the tags:#just saw on the news.... that a woman just reading in a park got gang raped and murdered #and also... the next thing was abt that one former bbc (?) guy who worked on some show #abt wild animals... just so he could be close to animals.. so he could film himself raping them... like wtaf....

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rightnewshindi · 6 days

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राम मंदिर में सफाई करने वाली दलित लड़की के साथ 9 लोगों ने किया गैंगरेप, आरोपी जान से मारने की दी धमकी

Dalit Girl Rape: अयोध्या से फिर से रेप की खबर सामने आई है। BA की छात्रा ने तीन युवकों पर उसके साथ गैंगरेप करने का आरोप लगाया है। उसने पुलिस को जानकारी दी कि तीन लड़कों ने उसका अपहरण किया और फिर बंधक बनाकर उसके साथ दरिंदगी की। इस दौरान युवक अपना लोकेशन बदल रहे थे। आरोपियों ने रेप करने के बाद छात्रा को जान से मारने की धमकी दी है। राम जन्मभूमि परिसर में करती है सफाई 20 वर्षीय पीड़िता राम जन्मभूमि…

#accused #Cleaning #Dalit girl #gang-raped #kill #Ram temple #threatening

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alaynestone · 5 months

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3.15 TIME IS ON MY SIDE 5.01 SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL

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ephemerasnape · 4 months

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I couldn't sleep, so have a dark, smutty one-shot.

Dawn of Regret 🔞

Poacher Executioner x You/MC

“Ye wanted to seduce a dark wizard,” the Executioner purrs, running his tongue across your lips. “Well, haha, it worked!” RAPE

Rape / Seduction / Teasing / Age Difference / Size Difference / First Time / Loss of Virginity / Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Read below the cut or on ao3.

Ends up the great ancient magic-wielding Hogwarts student ain’t so hot without her wand.

Your mind races with regrets as you ponder the situation you find yourself in. How could I have been so stupid? In the end, a simple Expelliarmus was all it took to have you groveling in the dirt before the dark wizards in the poacher camp you’d been raiding.

You’d been readily captured, your wand snapped in front of your horrified eyes, and taken, well, to bed with one of them. The very thought sends shudders through your body.

You haven't gotten a wink of sleep the entire night, and can already see the sun begin to creep into the tent where you are being held. Being held very closely, one might add. As you'd laid on the uncomfortable cot for the past many hours, your wrists secured tightly behind your back, and your torso further secured around that of a massive Executioner, you’d done little but think of ways you might escape.

Finally, the Executioner shifts in his sleep, giving you the opportunity you’ve been waiting for - his warm body wrapping even more fully around yours. What is on-its-face repulsive gives you a fleeting hope - you are aware that getting out of this situation will involve trickery more than stealth given the nature of the predicament you’re in – and thus your brilliant plan is hatched.

One of the Executioner’s hands is laid on the cot right in front of your nose. You look at it, wondering how dirty it is. It looks surprisingly clean but the guy overall strongly resembles a caveman. Half beast himself.. And you can’t imagine his hygiene is the best. It certainly doesn’t smell the best, although his muskiness does hold a certain masculine appeal, you are loathe to admit.

With a slight grimace, you crane your head forward slightly, tentatively sticking your tongue out and pressing it against his pointer finger. There’s no response. Screwing your eyes shut, you move your tongue slowly up over the length of the finger. It takes several swipes of your tongue to elicit any reaction, but you do feel the Executioner – you believe his name is Mortimus – twitch slightly in his sleep.

Gaining confidence, you move your head a fraction of an inch forward, so that you’re able to engulf his entire finger in your mouth. The massive wizard grunts behind you, and you become even bolder, beginning to suck diligently on his digits.

He begins to stir, and you wonder whether he’s waking up. You can certainly feel something waking up right against your buttocks.

This could actually work…

You swirl your soft pink tongue around his finger, up and down, and alternate with suction, getting so lost in your task you don’t even really notice when the Executioner begins to wake. He gradually pulls you more tightly against him, his breathing raspy behind your ear. You keep sucking on his finger until he decisively drags your hips back towards him, bringing you into direct contact with what feels like an absolute battering-ram of an erection.

“Crupmite,” he growls, fully-awake now, he props himself up a bit on one elbow so that he can watch as he begins to gently thrust his finger in and out your pouted lips.

“Tryin’ to get a wizard all worked up, eh?”

You flush furiously but don’t otherwise react as he finger-fucks your mouth – feeling a bit paralyzed in fear or anticipation.

“Certainly givin’ me... ideas…”

You’d thought, well – you’d hoped that if you could distract him, get him to untie you.. Maybe let his guard down… You might have a chance of making it past the apparition wards around the tent.

But now, in the moment, with him gazing down at you, you wish ardently that you’d waited for another opportunity. You can literally feel the lust emanating off of the wizard – his eyes seemingly boring into your skin as your face burns with humiliation.

Until now, he’d just seen you as a pesky little brat that he had to deal with. Now he sees you as a pesky little witch who is in his bed.

And you see him – sort of. From what you can see from the corner of your eye, he’s apparently taken off his mask at some point, and a ruggedly-handsome face is exposed. Masculine for sure. Not young, not old. Relatively normal-looking for a professional killer. You struggle to make out the details and nervously your eyes dart up towards him just in time to watch a grin spread across his face.

“Seems ye might be good fer somethin’ after all, crupmite,” he gloats, withdrawing his finger from your mouth – a trail of saliva following it. He runs his wet finger gently across your lips, sending a shiver down your spine which settles between your legs.

When he begins to untie the ropes around your waist, your heart is pounding so furiously that you nearly forget your plan, but the man seemingly has you figured. “Thought ye could trick me, eh?” he teases, his broad hands never leaving your body for even a moment. “I might look like a lumbering oaf, but I’m not actually daft.”

He keeps a firm grip on your robes as he maneuvers himself so that he’s facing you on the cot. Even seated he towers over your small form.

“I’m sorry, crupmite. Ye don’t get to suck my cock today. Nuffink personal, it’s just that it’s too risky. But that doesn’t mean we can’t ‘ave our fun.”

Your face goes white. “What do you…”

Suddenly, you’re pushed onto your back, the man pinning your upper arms down to the cot as he leans over you, leering at you with a menacing expression on his face.

“Ah! Please.. my wrists!” you cry, struggling in vain to get the pressure off of them.

“Thought I’d untie ye so ye could escape, did ya?” he chuckles darkly. “Not likely.”

And so he doesn’t untie you, but even Mortimus has to admit that having your hands behind you, contorting your chest upwards in that position, is not ideal, and so instead he wraps some ropes – not by magic, but, surprisingly, by hand – around your middle, securing your arms to your sides instead before he releases them from behind your back.

You sigh in relief at the removal of the crushing weight from your delicate wrists, only to realize moments later you are still in immediate danger.

What have I gotten myself into?

The enormous man moves forward then, licking your cheek with a broad tongue. You turn away, your face scrunched up in disgust, only to have it forcibly turned back towards him.

“Ye wanted to seduce a dark wizard,” the Executioner purrs, running his tongue across your lips. “Well, haha, it worked!”

He’s fully on you then – his tongue down your throat, causing you to squeal and squirm as he thrusts the organ in and out of your mouth possessively, and you know that it’s a promise of things to come.

Your mouth occupied, Mortimus reaches down to effortlessly part your thighs despite your pathetic attempts to keep them closed. Without a fraction of a doubt remaining in regard to what is about to happen, you scream into his mouth, and move to bite down on his tongue, only to find that he’s anticipated the action and withdrawn in time.

“Ah-ah,” he admonishes, wagging a finger above your face. “There’ll be none of that. After all, I’m on orders to turn you in to Rookwood alive, an’ if you bite me, all bets are off.”

Your desperation boils over. “Please, sir,” you whimper, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Don’t do this. I’ve never… I’m-”

You can’t make eye contact and you certainly can’t finish your sentence. You just lay there, your face beet red - helpless, exposed, and at the mercy of a dark wizard...

A dark wizard who laughs at your misery and humiliation.

“Mmmm… Tha’s perfect,” Mortimus growls, stroking over your chest and stomach, squeezing where he pleases. “So I’ll be yer first…” He yanks down his trousers then, causing you to begin crying in earnest.

This is going to happen...

“No.. No!”

The Executioner smiles maliciously down at you as he leans back just enough for you to be able to watch him fisting his massive erection.

“An’ there’s no guarantee you’ll ever be able to take another cock after this one.”

You scream as the man presses you down with one arm, using the hand to easily cover your mouth – half-blocking your nose, causing you further distress as your breathing is partially obstructed.

You kick and writhe to get away, desperately trying to protect the sensitive area between your legs. No one has ever touched or even seen you down there before, and to have this man be the first is just unthinkable.. but your struggles are to no avail – the Executioner is too strong, and before you know it, a firm, blunt object is pressing up against your vulnerable opening.

“Your mouth says no,” Mortimus chuckles, running the head of his cock up and down your wet slit, “but your cunt says yes.”

He keeps your mouth covered, stifling your pleas and cries as he forces himself into you. Although you realize he’s probably going a lot more slowly than is physically necessary, the sheer size of his penis splitting you open devastates your maidenhood, sending an intense pain coursing through you.

You are bawling as the man on top of you groans, having broken through your virgin barrier and fully-embedded himself inside your tight passage.

“Merlin…”

The pain is overtaken by humiliation and as your cries turn to quiet sobs, the Executioner begins to move. He’s so tall and broad that you can only see the buttons and rough hand-stitching on his vest – his face seems miles away while he's joined to you at the hip.

When you’ve quieted sufficiently, Mortimus removes his hand from your mouth and instead places it on your knee to keep you spread wide.

“Such a tight little- Fuck,” he gasps, his cock pistoning in and out of you in earnest. His heavy breathing consumes your world as you silently pray for him to finish quickly - for this ordeal to be over.

The Executioner pounds you relentlessly, pulling your body up slightly to get better access – deeper in your cunt – his thick meat battering your cervix.

“Not what ye ‘oped would come of that little stunt, I wager,” he breathes, smashing his wide pelvis into your comparatively tiny one over and over again in rough, forceful movements.

Your tears wet the pelts underneath your head just as you can imagine your blood does your skirts, but you"re crying not so much from physical pain as from despair as you’re violated by this colossal wizard and his colossal prick.

And, all the worse, it was almost entirely your doing.

Seconds later, the Executioner stiffens and a bestial groan of pleasure fills the tent. His imposing form jerks against yours as his release floods your womb.

No…

He collapses onto you then, panting into your ear. As he comes out of his lust-filled haze, he notices your soft whimpers and sobs. To your utter surprise, the man presses a kiss to the side of your face.

“Now, now, sweetheart,” he offers, petting your damp hair in a soothing gesture that you can’t be sure isn’t mockery before he continues as if having read your very thoughts. “’Twas yer own idea, after all.”

#mortimus ackerley #poacher executioner #hogwarts legacy smut #dark wizards #ashwinders #poachers #rookwood gang #tw rape #tw noncon #cw rape #cw noncon #my fics #my polls #insomnia

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defire · 2 months

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Back to the Dregs Part 11

Part 1 Next

Notice the content warnings pls

Content: on-screen rape, whipping, forced to watch, multiple whumpers, noncon nudity

"Please--" Michael wriggled back as grips shifted and the gangsters struggled to roll him onto his chest.

As his chest smacked into the floor for like, the fourth time that week, he sobbed harder. His back was still bruised, too. This was going to be too much.

Jordie accepted the cord from Pete. Someone pulled Michael's shirt up all the way to his shoulders.

"I--I had no fucking choice!" Michael roared through his gritted teeth, keeping his head off the ground to watch Jordie's dreaded approach.

Jordie gave him an unassuming glance and twirled the cord, measuring his distance as the gangsters holding Michael down readjusted their grips to keep from accidentally getting hit.

Don't scream. Michael told himself. You're a grownup, you can't scream.

Then there was a woosh as Jordie brought the stiff cord down on Michael's back.

A grunt came through Michael's throat, despite him holding his breath, even as he felt one of the stripped wires prodruding from the end of the cord zip into his flesh, adding a cutting sting to the heavy impact.

He jerked involuntarily, choking himself off so he didn't scream.

Two hit across his hips, eliciting a choked gasp from his throat. The fourth burst the scream out of his chest. He could hardly take three of these, let alone twenty.

"Please, no, no, please!" He screamed as the cord struck again. And again.

His screams for mercy did nothing. They never did in the past either.

He'd lost count somewhere around nine, writhing and muddled and trying pointlessly to kick away the powerful hands holding him.

Woosh. Split. Blood trickled down his ribcage and thighs as he jerked, wailing after every lash. No more words ame to his mind. Just relentless agony over his entire body.

It felt like forever, like it was never done.

And then suddenly it stopped.

He glanced back at Jordie, then he felt a twisted relief as the man tossed the bloody cord over to Pete, who picked it up distastefully.

Michael rolled onto his side with another wail as the stinging, bruising bites all over his back and legs started to fully register. There was no energy to sob. Just the breathy whinies that didn't express even a tenth of the pain.

"Alright," Michael heard Pyscho walk closer. "Now strip him."

Michael tried to get up, cursed, and moaned as he barely moved an arm and leg. He wanted to at least crawl away, get his back to that wall of crates behind him.

They were already pulling off his shirt, despite his weak resistance and wordless cries. Someone's fingers hooked into his underwear, scraping down his butt as they pulled his pants don. The cloth had been stuck into the wounds on his legs, and it burned and stung even more as they ripped it off.

The pain didn't take away the humiliation and horror of being stripped naked in front of these monsters. And his scars down his arms burned so much they almost echoed hte bleeding rips down his back.

He could see drips of his red blood on the seasoned pine floor.

"Start the call," The boss said. "And who's up for this?" He gestured at Michael, still moaning on the ground. "Somebody oughta make use of him. It's our last chance to lure 'em out before the Huers are too strong."

Michael rolled onto his knees with a gasp of anguish, old tears dripping off his nose as he tried to crawl away from the man behind him.

A hand landed on his naked leg, slipping in blood as Michael jerked it away.

Then Jordie's boot came down on his back. He screamed as the wounds lit up again.

The other guy walked up behind him.

He heard him kneel, unzip his jeans, and touch his butt, running his fingers up form his balls to between his cheeks.

Chills ran up Michael's spine as he gulped back nausea and shame.

"You don't have to." He choked out. "I can sell it for you."

The guy behind him chuckled.

"I know," He said, "but I want to."

He felt it twitching between his cheeks and gritted his teeth as the man spread him, then pushed inside slowly. It ripped, and ripped, wider and wider, and Michael screamed and lurched, but the nails of the rapist dug under his hips and pinned him as he drove in.

"Hold still, or I won't be so gentle."

Michael cursed and cried, trying not to buck again as the man rhythmically ripped him apart inside.

"So what you're telling me is no one from Columbus answered." Morgan paced backand forth, intermittently raking his nails over his scalp until it burned.

"It's not like there's a time constraint, is there sir?" Al answered.

Morgan ground his teeth. Of course there wasn't. Acting like there was a time constraint would be walking straight into the Westsiders' trap.

"Alright, fine, then." Morgan said. "We're going in with who we have."

"Sir, uh..."

"Are you questioning me?"

"No sir, no." Al replied hastily. "But... if you could tell me why you're in such a hurry, we could put our heads together.."

Morgan moved over to his laptop.

"Yeah, you're right. See... They've got Huer property." He opened up the email, frowning at the icon of the video. "And they're rubbing it in my face." He clicked his tongue. "I'm sending this to you. I want you to show the others. I'll call a meeting in a couple days or so and see what friends we can rustle up."

"Days? That's not going to be--sir..."

"Did I stutter?"

Morgan's irritable orders were cut short by the sound of a Skype call notification.

Immediately he hung up. it was the 0605 number. He recognized it from last time.

He stared at the screen, then noticed the messages they'd been sending him.

"Come and get him if you still want him."

"He's really getting it."

"You might want to hurry."

Morgan rolled his eyes and growled a curse. Then he hit the green icon and put his thumb over his camera while he tried to figure out how to turn it off.

The screen lit up and Michael's weakened screams filled the room.

"N--no don't, please!" His trembling vioce pitched upward into a whine of agony. His grimacing face was barely visible in the corner of the screen, the rest being filled with a mass of red and orange blur. For a second Morgan couldn't process what he was looking at.

Then it registered.

Michael was naked. He aws crying. Actually crying. He was covered in bruises, dripping blood down the back and legs. Morgan had a sickened feeling as he recognized the effects of a flogging. Narrow fingers curled around his brother's bloody hips, starting to thrust in rhythm. Rape. They were raping him.

Morgan hissed and turned away, rage heating up his hands, balled up into fists.

He tried not to hear the pained grunts and whines coming from michael. He shouldn't be reacting like that. That wasn't how Michael was. If it wasn't enough to make him scream, Michael would be begging, reasoning... And with what was happening, screaming in pain for sure. The man was being cruelly rough. But even though Michael's mouth opened as if to yell, all that came out were unbelievably high-pitched sobs.

His hoarse voice sounded broken. And the tears and blood. Fuck.

"You want us to stop?"

Morgan recognized the voice as Psycho, the self-proclaimed leader of the Westsiders.

"You gonna let us keep raping the Huer property--"

"No!" Morgan's shout erupted from his chest without warning.

Then he shot a hand out and slammed the laptop shut.

Fuck it, they were going in now.

Taglist:

@fleur-a-whump @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @whumped-by-glitter @whump-writings @mimostic @tildeathiwillwrite

Whumped-by-glitter thank you for the writing assistance for the first half of this chapter!

#original whump #whipping whump #tw rape #rape whump #noncon whump #forced to watch #multiple whumpers #flogging #noncon nudity #gang whump #whump writing #whumpblr #brothers

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laesas · 8 months

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I don't know how much more explicit the message of "THIS IS GROOMING" could have been without Be On Cloud superimposing it in all-caps text over every one of Non and his teacher's scenes. People interpreting that as "cheating" are cracked in the fucking head.

#dead friend forever #dff the series #barcode fucking killed those scenes!!! the desperation and discomfort and resignation!?!!#the fact that Non was textually terrified of dying at the hands of Tee's uncles gang unless he found that money #and once he accepted it and Keng held that power over him did he lean in to kiss him.#theres a reason that even universoty professors are fired for having relationships with their ADULT students.#because holding a position of institutional power over someone like that in a relationship is deeply deeply disfunctional and bad #do you think that if you were a child that felt they had literally nowhere else to turn. not to parents. or friends. or partner.#and a teacher said they would fix all your problems in a room with a closed door and kissed you.#you wouldnt feel obligated to kiss back and offer yourself up in exchange???#because what?? you're too moral??? you'd rather die???#THIS IS HOW GROOMING HAPPENS. ITS ADULTS SEEKING OUT THE MOST VULNERABLE PEOPLE IN THEIR CLASSES AND HOLDING SOMETHING OVER THEM.#IF I SEE ANYONE CALLING NON A CHEATER AGAIN I AM GOING TO KILL.#ITS STATUTORY RAPE. YOU THICK FUCKS.#KENG MADE HIM KEEP HIS SCHOOL UNIFORM ON. HE'S A FUCKING PEDOPHILE.#IM GOING TO KILL.#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SOME OF YALL ARE THE STUPIDEST MOTHERFUCKERS AROUND. YOURE STUPID. YOURE SO FUCKING DUMB. GODDDDDDDDDDDDD

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tryan-a-bex · 2 months

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just wondering why are you so obsessed with fuckboi dream? i remember you handing me a long list of triggers when you'd offered to beta for me way back (completely valid) and fuckboi dream is like a minefield of untagged triggers like gang rape etc so the extreme switch seems a little worrying. hope youre doing well either way

Hi! This is actually an excellent question! Thank you for asking! (For anyone who is curious, we are talking about Fuckboi Dream Was Forced To Experience The Mortifying Ordeal Of Being Alive And All He Got Was This Stupid Husband (by Fall Out Boy) by @dancinbutterfly .)

When I started reading fanfic I had a bunch of unaddressed stuff and I wasn’t sure how it was going to affect me. In most stories I could just read on and deal with it, but for beta reading I have to concentrate on it so I’m still more careful when beta reading.

So as things went on, what happened was that I was not affected by some of the things I thought would be triggering, and I was bothered by the seemingly harmless domestic scenes. The only scene in FBD that has caught me off guard was one where Hob buys jewelry for Murphy. Dishwashing was an issue in a fic. People don’t tag for these things. I avoided pregnancy fics for a while. (See, also, if something bugs me a bit, I can read it anyway and get used to it, and then it bothers me less in real life too. It’s great for exposure therapy, but the warning helps. This is why I can read Corinthian fics now—practice.)

And what I realized was that the issue for me is not what is going on, but whether there is clear consent (or at least a clear recognition that it’s not consensual, as in some of @mallory-x’s excellent bdsm fics). Fuckboi Dream is one of the best fics I’ve read for bdsm protocol—it’s showing that past issues like gang rape can be healed through very consensual relationship but it doesn’t have to be vanilla.

See, even my vanilla relationships had lots of non-consensual stuff. Assumptions, expectations, and just plain differences of opinion that ended up harming me. Generally not violent, just every day stuff. Through FBD and Dancing with the Brutes by @lostelfwriting I learned that I can have what I want in a relationship and it can be consensual and it can be rough and that’s okay.

So I struggled with the questions that raised for months. Then I started researching. Then I joined the local bdsm community. After being too scared to date for a dozen years, now I’m coming up on my one year anniversary with my new partner who understands consent and gives me what I want. I can say yes to flogging and no to dishwashing, if I want (and I do). I have a lot of new kinky friends. I don’t have to worry about them being creepy because they understand consent. The community understands consent, so as long as I can say no (that’s my job) or safeword, people will jump in to help me if I need it (and I’ve done it for others). (You have to be able to say no. My belief is that you are not ready for any relationship if you can’t give and take a clear no. But especially a bdsm relationship.)

Knock on effects continue. Once I had a partner, I was able to find a therapist too. After getting my autistic knuckles rapped one time too many in another server, I found a home with the lovely people in the FBD server, where the rules are transparent and not difficult to follow and the conversation doesn’t run too fast for me to follow, and many of us have disabilities and histories so our stories don’t shock each other.

So, yeah. Absolutely, don’t go blind into FBD. The gang rape was probably initially tagged but there’s a tag limit so the list has been edited. (And in that situation, it didn’t bother me because Murphy considered it kinda consensual—he got into it on purpose— it was his friends who were horrified because he struggled to get out of it—the whole point of the story is that he deserves better and he can have rough without losing consent.) Beyond all the bad stuff which happened to Murphy and Desire, it’s a story about getting hurt searching for love, and then healing with the help of friends (at least the first 22 chapters). I needed that, and it changed my life.

#my asks #fuckboi dream #tryana find it back #tw gang rape mention

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