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slimewares · 5 months ago

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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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howlsofbloodhounds · 3 months ago

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Can you talk more about the fandom's ableism with Ink and Killer??im quite curious!/gen (reference to your reblog tags)

I can try, but know im not an expert and also bigger knowledgeable inks fans are welcome to chime in.

So we all know how Ink is soulless, yes? It is because of this that people take it as an excuse to demonize them and make them evil, fake, manipulative, abusive, a bad parent, a rapist—everything under the sun simply because he’s soulless, lacks empathy.

Some people claim he doesn’t feel emotions because of his soullessness all the time and the paint vials he takes are just “fake emotions,” but in actuality Ink needs those paints to function (because without them Ink becomes an unmoving husk and this makes him extremely vulnerable to being used and taken advantage of), and to feel. It’s basically medication that he needs.

Not to mention; Ink is clearly a neurodivergent character, having hyperfixations and everything. This breeds depictions of “Ink is so stupid,” “Ink is a child,” “Ink needs to be leashed and treated like an animal,” “everyone is tired of and hates ink because ink is annoying.”

You see this type of thing with Killer a lot too in his fanon depictions, and this is because it’s a pretty agreed upon headcanon that Killer has ADHD; it’s just that most people clearly don’t do any research into how Ink and Killer’s ADHD/Autism are disorders, how they actually impact them as characters and their lives rather then how they annoy and inconvenience everyone else around them, infantilize and dehumanize them by treating them like hyperactive idiotic children or animals that need to be kept on a leash—is stereotypical depictions of ADHD with the typical “hyperactive talking a lot so annoying oh my god can you just shut up?” and “can’t ever stop moving or talking” and just generally have other characters be ableist and abusive as fuck towards them both and play it off as if it’s supposed to be funny to be talked to like that just because something they have no control over was a little annoying today.

there’s no discussions or depictions how this stuff effects either of them. Killer already has a dissociative disorder and CPTSD and can’t trust his own memory, and Ink has short term memory loss so bad he needs to write things down on their scarf just to keep track of it, and yet Killer’s memory issues are completely ignored because he has to be the silly haha comedy relief that all the characters use as their punching bag and Ink’s is only ever brought up in any serious capacity to paint them as a bad parent who would forget that his children even exists.

Killer and Ink are both characters with little to no empathy for others; and this is used to demonize them, or is completely ignored by giving Ink a soul or and forcing Killer into Stage 1 as their quick fixes.

Their lack of empathy and emotionlessness is only ever brought up to use them as villains in another character’s story; which is extra fucked up when people refuse to acknowledge that Killer is a canonical victim of literal conditioning, abuse, torture, kidnapping, and literal fucking trafficking.

People are demonizing someone who is literally trapped in a trafficking ring and being sent out as weapon of terrorism by Nightmare under threat of torture, death, and replacement all because, oh. He’s emotionless. He’s sadistic. He doesn’t act like a perfect victim curling up in a ball crying from guilt every single day and why doesn’t he just say no?

Killer isn’t perfect but people like to pretend he has more control and power than he does and like he actually wants this when the man doesn’t even know what he wants because he became who he needed to be to survive. People seem dumbfounded by the concept that victims will mirror their abusers to survive and that obviously won’t make them good people, but killer doesn’t consider himself people.

It’s never brought up how Ink’s memory loss and his lack of paints making him a husk would make him very easily to abuse and use and lie to and manipulate and take advantage. It’s never brought up how Ink thinks and feels about upsetting or losing friends because he forgot their names, or their birthdays, or when they were meeting up and where, and no matter how hard he tries things just keep slipping from his mind.

It’s never brought up how Stage 2’s indifference and overwhelming apathy and dehumanizing view of himself (and others, just like Ink, who sees others as characters in a story whereas Killer sees people more like codes programmed to follow specific scripts and roles in a long series of games and tests and just not real), means he is a lot more likely to be used and abused and taken advantage of—and yes, raped, because for some reason people really really love making Killer a sexual predator as if he’s not the one most likely to be abused in that manner—means he’d likely just accept whatever someone does to him (especially if he believes they’re stronger than him) because why should he care? Nothing matters anyway. There’s no point in resisting, why bother. This is how it was always supposed to end, and nothing is real anyway. This doesn’t affect me, i don’t have emotions, im not real. I’m not a person.

The only form of control Killer would have is playing along. Acting, pretending he enjoys it and is having fun—but ultimately, he doesn’t know if he does or not. Where does he begin and the act end. He doesn’t know, but if everyone around him is telling him one thing, then it must be true.

Stage 2 wouldn’t see himself as a victim or anything that happened to him as anything particularly significant. Nightmare asks him to do something and he does it because why not is what he thinks—it’s just how it works, Nightmares stronger. He ignores what would happen if he drug his feet or attempted to refuse because to him it’s just logical that he’d be punished for that, and he likes pain anyway, so enjoying means he must’ve wanted it.

(Does this justify the people he hurts when commanded to, triggered to, provoked, or when his dehumanization of others and conditioning leads him to do pretty awful abusive shit to them out of sadism or curiosity or just needing to feel in control? No, of course not. Any of his victims are allowed to hate him or feel however they want about him.

Doesn’t mean we have to ignore that he’s also a victim and has even less control than he allows others to see or know about, and that he himself likely refuses to acknowledge or look at too deeply.)

Which is another thing a lot of people use to justify Nightmare’s abuse of Killer. That he’s masochistic and sometimes pushes and provokes Nightmare into hurting him—the idea that it’s not actually abuse because he “wanted it” and “liked it” or that he’s somehow as bad as Nightmare because “he provoked him.”

He cannot access the emotions and trauma and fear and moral concerns and safety concerns of his other Stages because that is the entire point of his dissociative disorder and his conditioning. This makes him easy to control and this how he’s survived and remained even somewhat functioning.

Not to mention. The idea that Ink and Killer need to “learn empathy” or “learn emotions” to be better or good people, and not because being in touch with emotions is an important thing everyone should learn especially victims of abuse and those with trauma and that having little to no empathy is not some moral failing on their end or says something about the type of people they are. It just means they struggle to relate to others, understand their emotions, or feel others emotions as if it were their own.

There’s also the matter of some people trying to say that because Ink is soulless he is AroAce. That is not true, is both aro/aphobic and ableist. Ink is both soulless and AroAce and these are two completely separate things—they’d still be AroAce even if they had a soul.

There’s probably a whole lot more that can be said about this, but I’ll end it right here. Others can add on or correct me.

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charmac · 8 days ago

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can you talk a little more about how each of their reactions to finding out they were sexually assaulted by that monkey fits with their history of trauma? i always love your interpretations and sunny meta

For sure. Just to preface this, though, I don't think I have anything too crazy deep here, I think if anything it's mostly the idea that RCG all definitely sat down and thought about how their characters would react in this situation that gets me. Like yeah, they wrote their history and they acted it all, but it still makes me spiral to see that even in the smallest ways it continues through their performances. Especially any time their characters face sex and/or assault, their minds clearly being deep in their lore gets me.

Finding out they were ostensibly raped by a monkey, Charlie and Dennis are both disgusted while Mac is a dichotomy between them, somewhat enthralled by the idea:

Charlie's disgust is an immediate, bodily reaction. His CSA was his first exposure to sex, resulting in his sex repulsion that is very physical in nature (obviously there's a lot of mental stuff there as well, but that's coupled with more complexities). Puking the moment he learns he was raped exemplifies the fact that his body physically reacts ahead of (or regardless of) mentally processing what happened (then and now).

Dennis' disgust, while still immediate, is more processed. He grapples with the idea and causes himself to spit out the taste in his mouth, dropping low and then paralleling Charlie:

Further, Dennis is then the one to engage with Frank about the monkey, unhappily and in disbelief as he learns Frank was well aware of the situation he was putting them in (while Charlie sits there silently until he pushes the conversation past it). While maybe not indicative of his CSA to the extent Charlie's reaction is (bc honestly anyone could/would react similar to Dennis if this happened to them), there's clear remnants in Dennis' reaction and an obvious parallel of the two of them, divided by Mac's freak.

So, Mac. Finding out the taste in his mouth is the result of a monkey fucking his face while he was blackout drunk leaves him chuffed, happily reserved with that knowledge. While Mac doesn't necessarily have a history of CSA, he does have a heap of childhood trauma in the form of physical abuse and neglect, which has clearly resulted in his desperate need for affection and attention. Latching to Dennis, Mac's obsession with him growing more heightened as the years go on then being met with neglect and physical abuse, all while their relationship hovers an extremely sexual line, has resulted in him getting off on being used and abused. Waking up with scratches and bite marks and finding out he's been used like a sex toy by anyonething is a fantasy for Mac.

#oh mac..#its ok baby s16 dennis is gnna give you what you want #s17 dennis might make you a little jealous tho ruh roh #iasip #main tagging for the complaints that no one is talking about the actual show in the main tag #sunny 15 #the gang replaces dee with a monkey #nina i would like to have a conversation with you one of these days #tw csa #tw rape #tw vomit #mac meta #charlie meta #ask #writing this with a hangover while my neighbours kids stop around and scream their heads off #ty for the distraction anon

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defire · 7 months ago

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Masterpost

Explicit Survivor Fiction blog. Survivor Fiction is a genre that focuses on suffering, trauma, and recovery. See this post for a more detailed description of this genre, and more details on this post. Most Survivor Fiction writers are anonymous because of responses like this (read for my rebuttal).

My goal is to reduce shame for real-life survivors and for those who enjoy Survivor/Whump Fiction.

Please don't reblog if you're a kink blog, I'm not judging, it just makes me uncomfortable. Thank you👋

This post is oriented so newcomers to the whump community can understand and get into it. :)

Whump=fiction about survivors, Whumper=aggressor, whumpee=victim

Things I write:

Things that make me laugh. (Usually involves a bit of realistic detail in a tense situation. Or defiant sarcasm.)

Typically novels and novellas in the action thriller genre, often with subtle supernatural elements.

Young and minor protagonists with agency and drive, in military, gang, or domestic abuse situations, and how they find the courage to get out.

Frowned-upon topics such as punishment, humiliation, and sexual violence that challenge the arguments of abusers and spreads awareness about these dynamics.

The effects of PTSD especially on developing minds and those with disabilities such as autism and ADHD.

Inter-character dynamics and body language is my thing; I love psychology and people in general.

Detailed settings and characters, moral gray areas, and delicate treatment of difficult subjects.

I don't really write medical or environmental whump, pet whump, or fanfiction. I don't write porn.

My completed books⬇️

Back to the Dregs -> Amazon

A young detective thought he'd left his problems in his past, but when he's kidnapped as bait for his gangster brother, he has to find a way to escape. Before they figure out his brother hates him.

The Ghost of Seattle -> Amazon

In post-apocalyptic Seattle, a boy becomes a soldier for his abusive father. When he takes his life into his own hands and joins another gang, he believes he's now fighting for people that won't use him. But he is wrong.

Dance of Death -> Amazon (nsfw)

When a young noble finds out that her friends are being legally abused, she sees no choice but to take a political stand against it, using humorous comments that cleverly discredit her opposition. But she has no idea how far her enemies will go to crush her spirit.

Coming soon: The Kill-Touch, Miasma (sequel to Dance of Death)

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rightnewshindi · 4 months ago

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रामायण सीरियल देखकर घर जा रही युवती के साथ चार लड़कों ने बेहोश होने तक किया गैंगरेप; एक गिरफ्तार

#Gangrape #Ramayan रामायण सीरियल देखकर घर जा रही युवती के साथ चार लड़कों ने बेहोश होने तक किया गैंगरेप; एक गिरफ्तार

Jharkhand News: झारखंड में गढ़वा जिले के भंडरिया थाना क्षेत्र में दुर्गा मंडप से रामायण सीरियल देख कर वापस घर जा रही एक 19 वर्षीय युवती के साथ चार युवकों के द्वारा सामूहिक दुष्कर्म किए जाने का मामला प्रकाश में आया है। इस घटना में शामिले एक युवक को पुलिस ने हिरासत में लिया है। जबकि अन्य आरोपियों की गिरफ्तारी के लिए पुलिस छापेमारी कर रही है। यह घटना उस समय हुई, जब युवती ने अपने गांव में नवरात्र के…

#Four boys #gang-raped #girl #Ramayan #watching

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msclaritea · 25 days ago

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Parents who attempted to rescue their children were arrested when the police arrived. ~Sam Ashworth-Hayes

Britain's apparent integration success turns out to be based on a willingness to simply ignore the catastrophic failures. ~ Sam Ashworth-Hayes

GMP detectives at Burnham's inquiry stated in no uncertain terms that "we were told to try and get other ethnicities" as it became apparent groomers were predominantly South Asian. Senior officers haven't changed; Patel's orders to record predator ethnicity were flatly ignored. ~ John Montgomery

GROOMING TRIAL: Hecklers Called Prosecutors 'Slags' and 'Hoped They Would Be Raped'

Let this sink in. While 1000s of British women and children were being targeted by South Asians Muslims, for decades, the British media and government publicly celebrated Crossdressers. The New Women. We've been so flooded with this abomination, that the information about the widespread terror and assault of an entire country was suppressed.

The British Police, filled with fellow countrymen just let it happen; allowed their own people to be destroyed. Britain has no spine.

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twinkpeggeremoretardslutcumbaby · 13 days ago

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Yeah yeah, happy birthday colt 😔🙏 But don’t grow up too fast..I like em young 😈

Escape prison so we can get f-freaky..😈🙏🫰🦶

#stay rad #pegging god #retard king #colt gray #please don’t get gang raped in prison

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coochiequeens · 23 days ago

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"There were thousands of victims: 1,400 in Rotherham, 1,000 in Telford, more than 300 in Oxford. It was an industry of sexual violence."

By Brendan O’Neill

It’s the scandal that refuses to die. Despite the best efforts of our spineless elites – who’d rather talk about anything on Earth other than grooming gangs – it keeps creeping back. For all the left’s cheap, libellous cries about how racist it is to talk about these gangs, people keep talking about them. In the face of official indifference to the suffering of thousands of poor and working-class girls at the hands of these groomers and abusers, people have demanded a reckoning. There is a public thirst for truth, and no amount of top-down slander and censure can crush it.

Three days into 2025, grooming gangs are back in the news. As British readers will know, ‘grooming gangs’ is the somewhat euphemistic name given to those marauding bands of men from mostly Pakistani backgrounds who subjected girls of the white working class to horrific abuse. In towns across the UK – Rotherham, Rochdale, Huddersfield, Oldham, Telford, Oxford – gangs of men plied girls with drugs, demeaned them, exploited them, raped them. Conservative MP Robert Jenrick has a point when he says the flat phrase ‘grooming gangs’ seems designed to ‘sanitise depraved crimes’. They’re ‘rape gangs’, he says.

They were. The girls who fell victim to these gangs experienced the most hellish degradation. The men ‘deliver[ed] them to hell’, as one prosecutor put it. In Huddersfield, girls were ‘passed around and raped’. In Manchester, a girl was injected with heroin to make her easier to rape. In Rochdale, a girl called Ruby was raped a hundred times from the age of 12. She had an abortion at 13. There were thousands of victims: 1,400 in Rotherham, 1,000 in Telford, more than 300 in Oxford. It was an industry of sexual violence.

What made these horrors even worse – and in some cases what made them possible – was the calculated indifference of officialdom. Across England, local politicians and cops were initially loath to dig into the gangs, lest they stir up ‘sensitive community issues’. They knew very well that gangs of men from Pakistani backgrounds were preying on white girls from the dirt-poor parts of town, but they held back because they didn’t want to be seen as ‘targeting [a] minority group’. In town after town, ‘race relations’ were elevated above the safety and dignity of working-class girls. Protecting the ideology of multiculturalism was seen as more important than protecting girls from rape. The girls were sacrificed to ideology, their humiliation treated as a small price to pay for upholding the edicts of political correctness.

Now, this outrage is making waves again. It follows Home Office minister Jess Phillips’s rejection of Oldham Council’s request for a government-led inquiry into the ‘grooming gangs’ scourge. The fearless reportage of Charlie Peters at GB News has also helped to drag these sick crimes back into the spotlight. Elon Musk is stirring it up too, cack-handedly, using X to slam Keir Starmer’s government and Britain more broadly for our failures over what he calls this ‘rape genocide’. That our media ‘hid’ these atrocities for so long is awful, he says.

There’s historical erasure at play here. Mr Musk, and others, might have first heard about the ‘grooming gangs’ scandal in 2025, but Brits have been aware of it for years. It was the mainstream media that uncovered it. For years The Times was all over this story. Julie Bindel wrote about it as far back as 2007. spiked has covered it in depth for more than a decade. The idea that we need a rich rabble-rouser in America to pry open our eyes to our nation’s legion crimes and failures is ridiculous. Here’s my question for those feverishly tweeting about these ‘grooming gangs’ they’ve just discovered – where have you been?

This horror hasn’t been ‘hidden’. It’s been the subject of much media scrutiny and righteous public fury. But here’s the curious thing, the worrying thing: while there’s been a great deal of reportage on ‘grooming gangs’, there hasn’t been the reckoning we really need. While there have been numerous local inquiries – all cataloguing the gross failures of officials who showed more concern for communal peace than female safety – still the scandal rarely troubles the broader political conscience. Everyone knows about it, but few dwell on it. In polite society it is the great unmentionable, the atrocity that dare not speak its name. You wring your hands over it, and nothing more. You agree it was bad, and you move on.

It’s not hard to see why a culture of cowardice still clings to this scandal more than any other – it’s because the questions it raises about 21st-century Britain are legion, profound and terrifying. Thousands of girls subjected to vile abuse while officialdom, the police, the left and even many feminists looked the other way because they value communal calm more than working-class life and dignity? No wonder they wish this scandal would go away. No wonder they’re content to acknowledge it but never interrogate it. No wonder they’re more comfortable talking about a Tory MP putting his hand on a middle-class journalist’s knee. They simply lack the psychological and moral resources to reflect on what it says about their rule that thousands of poor and working-class girls were raped right under the nose of their bureacracy.

It isn’t because they think the ‘grooming gangs’ scandal is insignificant that they avoid dwelling on it. On the contrary, it is precisely the mammoth nature of the scandal, the vast and swirling questions it raises, that makes them so allergic to grappling with it. This is without question one of the great outrages of the postwar period. It is the moment the state failed, catastrophically, in its most basic duty: to protect its citizens from harm. It’s the scandal that exposes the sinister self-preserving instincts of the bureaucratic elites, who we now know will do anything to protect their ideology and influence, including turning a blind eye to the rape of destitute girls. They shout ‘racist!’ at anyone who talks about ‘grooming gangs’ because they know our pesky questions threaten to unravel their moral pretensions and shatter their political authority. They know what’s at stake.

For nothing exposes the dangerous aloofness of Britain’s new ruling class as much as the ‘grooming’ scandal does. This scandal speaks to their classism, cowardice and deep distrust of us, the public. Every step of the way in this horror, they were guided by their fear of the masses, their dread of the plebs. From their panic about stirring up ‘Islamophobia’ to their fear of fuelling the ‘far right’, they confirmed, again and again, their view of everyday Brits as a mob-in-waiting, as so bigoted and volatile that we cannot be trusted with the truth about these gangs, or anything else. They failed working-class girls and then demeaned the whole public. They treated poor girls as trash and then trashed the right of everyone else to protest against it. This scandal is far from over. It has only just begun.

#UK #Grooming gangs are really rape gangs #You know a situation is bad when you agree with Elon Musk calling those responsible out #Politicians throwing girls under the bus to avoid being called racist #Would the politicians have done anything if the rapists were white?

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howlsofbloodhounds · 5 months ago

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I like it when in fanfics souls are something that are either shown only during fights or in an extremely personal/intimate setting. Mainly because of Killer since that's basically like a guy that just constantly got his dong out and nobody says anything about it.

If he ever puts his dong away, hed probably melt.

imagine being physically unable to put your dong away and knowing that if you try you’ll probably become goo and die, and now everyone has to stare at your dong and some of them feel they have the right to touch it too.

{ @unamzi }

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ephemerasnape · 8 months ago

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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.”

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