#rape -t

[masterspvppyslvtt]

What if, it was breeding time on the farm for the horses. I’m walking into the barn where we have a stall all set up with the breeding bench that would usually hold the machine needed to gather the stallion’s cum to inseminate the mares.

I tilt my head in question before I feel an injection in my neck and immediately go limp, giving you the ability to strip my cloths off and strap me to the bench, my ass up as I whimper and can do nothing but watch as my pussy starts to throb from being empty and so, so wet,

I watch as you bring in the first stallion, whimpering as I watch the horse become hard. My pussy throbbing at the sight of its cock before you lead the horse over. Guiding it to stand and mount over me before helping guide its cock into my pussy. All I can do is whimper and moan as the stallion thrusts and hump deep into my pussy. The horse just abusing my cunt until it finally fills me with hot warm cum. You guide the horse back, taking the sample vile and collecting the cum as it drips from my cunt before shoving your hand inside and cleaning me out.

All I can do is cry and moan like a whore as the process is repeated over and over until you have prime samples from every one of your stallions. You let the last Stallion, the biggest stallion, use me over and over since he is your main breeder and you need as many samples as he can give. At this point I’m nothing but a sobbing, brainless mess. Begging and whining for more. Instead of cleaning me out once the horse is done you pull my hips up more and strap me there so that the cum can no longer escape and you leave me there overnight to let every last drop seep in. That was my little treat for being such a good breeding bitch. Just to keep me there for the next week and let not only the horses but the farm hands have their way with me. Filling my pussy with load after load of cum.

[prettylittle-420slvt]

Wow. You’re so fucking pathetic, all it takes is a few videos and pictures of dicks flooding your inbox and you’re running off to the bathroom to go beg them to use your pussy and how you want them to cum in you. I thought you were a boy? Looks to me like you’re faking it if you’re begging the men flooding your dms to fuck you and make you beg and cry. Begging them to whore you out, begging them to use your cunt.

I mean fuck, you’re even talking to them about possibly getting a puppy to train to fuck you and lick your cunt. Is that what you want? For me to stop being nice to you and stop caring about how you’re doing? Because if so, I don’t give a fuck how much you cry or beg or get scared of me. If you want to whore yourself out, it’s going to be on my fucking terms. I fucking own you. Your cunt? Mine. Your womb? Mine. Your tits? Mine. Your fucking pathetic ass moans, whimpers, cries, whines and whatever other pathetic noises you make? Mine. All of you belongs to me. You’re only here because I allowed you to be.

The men in your dms? I’ll send them proof of how you’re mine. They’ll watch videos of your body being abused while you’re sobbing brokenly begging me to stop, that you’re sorry and you’ll be better. That you’ll never do it again. They can watch me stretch you out as I shove in toy after toy into your pussy while I tape a vibrator to your clit at its highest setting. You can take it, after all how else were you planning on taking the men in your messages? They can watch me choke you out until you’re on the verge of losing consciousness, on top of flooding your system with weed and alcohol. I’ll be sure to tie your legs apart too, so you can’t try to close them when you get overstimulated.

Maybe I’ll be nice and get you just what you wanted, a puppy. I’ll be sure to teach him how to turn you into his bitch too. Have him snarl and snap at you if you don’t hurry the fuck up and present for him. Tying you to the bed for hours while I feed him off your pussy. He’ll only be good and sweet for me too, so you’ll be completely powerless against him. And you’d better be fucking grateful that I let him knot you and cum in you. If I find out you wasted a single drop of his cum, you’re getting locked in a crate with him for a week. And I will know if you wasted any of his cum, or if you break any of the rules I’ve given you. I’ll be rigging the house with cameras and microphones so you won’t be able to hide or lie.

And oh? Is it too much? You’re sorry, you didn’t mean it? Well it’s too fucking late now. I tried being sweet, and loving, I tried being gentle. And you wanted to go and fucking test me. This is your fault. I told you I could be mean. And this? All of it? It’s only a scratch on the fucking surface of my imagination.

[dykedvonte]

You ever just see a Mouthwashing take that makes you want to bang your head into a wall? I literally just saw someone claim Curly couldn't have been emotionally abused by Jimmy before the crash because he was in a higher position of power than Jimmy.

-Shrimp Anon

The mouthwashing fandom has shown me that people genuinely do believe that certain types of abuse are not as detrimental as other types especially when they deem those immune/resistant, ergo, believing one is objectively worse no matter how it affects the person nor the intersections of power, history and dynamics at play.

Get ready cause this is a yap session:

Cause like it's heavily implied that Curly and Jimmy's friendship was toxic and abusive, pointedly in the direction of how Jimmy uses Curly's belief/comfort in him. Curly wasn't forced to enable Jimmy but he was emotional and mentally on edge around him in almost every scene in some way. Mental and emotional abuse are not contingent on what positions you have at work. Yeah, he's Jimmy's boss but he was Jimmy's friend first and it's like getting into Psych discussion to talk about how social power tends to overshadow any perceived organizational power in the human mind. People are concerned about their jobs ofc but they tend to hang onto and put more value/investment into their personal relationships, hence why there tends to be laws and restrictions around mixing the two.

I always see the sentiments that "Curly is a grown ass man", "Curly is bigger than Jimmy", "Curly is Jimmy's boss", "He just needed a backbone" as criticisms of Curly and while I do agree that on the surface level all of these to be true and viable ways Curly could've taken more control of the situation, I often look at the parallels of Anya and Curly as victims of Jimmy pre/post crash.

The way Jimmy talks to Anya post crash is how he talked to Curly in the pre-crash segments. It's hard to pin-point mainly because we know he hates and wants nothing to do with Anya compared to his contrary but similarly handled obsessions with Curly. It's a weird sort of "honey-moon" effect of abuse Jimmy does in terms of emotional and mental victimization. He is always horrid to Anya, always talking down or questioning her abilities and thoughts in a situation, this of course includes the harassment and assault. However, he has a moment of attempted gentleness/conditioning when he question her about the mouthwash when she's contemplating drinking it at the table. The key difference is he has no personal investment in Jimmy outside wanting nothing to do with him, meaning there is no sort of romanticized version of him that he can condition her off of. He knows this, hence, why he always reverts to trying to make her to scared to oppose him.

This sort of give and take of "kindness" doesn't work on her because she knows he is just doing it to take more from her than whatever he could possibly give but it reflects even the "softer" scenes between him and Curly where he always rewords or rephrases Curly's sentiments and concerns to sound more shallow. He is feigning a deeper understanding by reworking Curly's emotions into something bad and needing to be hidden. Everything is laced with envy and resentment, an outburst just around the corner, I mean he even slams the table in the birthday party scene, a tactic in emotional manipulation to set the victim on edge and cloud their ability to respond. Even if Curly knows Jimmy won't get physical in that moment, the physical actions is intended to make him back down in the confrontation in case it does. This is something that is just not person specific. It ingrains itself into how you interact with the world and life and it shows in major and minor ways with Curly.

Post-crash, the abusive nature is more in tandem to the physical victimization Anya went through and the stripping of voice and autonomy we see take place. Like the parasite in HFIM, Jimmy speaks for Curly most of the time and puts words in his mouth, similarly to how he takes Anya's plans as his own. He very commonly, with the both of them mind you, supplements the worst aspects of himself into them; pettiness, selfishness, lack of understanding... And tries to cover himself with their best qualities; kindness, planning, initiative, etc...

These parallel are just to say that positional power has little to do with if a person can be abused and how it can even be flipped to further the abuse. There is no doubt that Curly could've picked up on Jimmy's envy of his position hence another reason he never confronted him as a Captain but as a friend as doing so would immediately put Jimmy in a space to be confrontational/combative.

I think the disdain some people have when they talk about the heavily implied if not implicitly stated emotional/mental abuse Curly experienced being Jimmy's friend is when treating it as an excuse to why he didn't do more. I can understand that completely because it is not an excuse to why he didn't do more but is a very real reason people in his position in these scenarios can experience whether in the context of a work or social environment. However, I also think the way people talk about it really does demonstrate a bigger problem when talking about abuse when somehow who is/was abused is either part of the issue or enabled it.

Harkening back to the sentiments about Curly's inaction regarding Jimmy, I think the exact phrases I used/have seen show how there is an inherent belief that it is easier to overpower the effects of emotional/mental abuse that go in tandem with the perception of Curly as someone who should be able to. There is not an age you suddenly stop being susceptible to abuse nor a set point or low where you realize how it has affected you. You don't suddenly know to stand up or put a face on to face your abuser nor admit that you inadvertently enabled them to subjugate someone else to the same treatment. Maybe it's my psych brain but their is this growing belief that direct action is somehow easy or always the best method with the game shows you instances where it is not always the case. In real life that rings true too. He should have done more, but it's not impossible to see why he struggled to find a way or didn't even if it makes us mad.

It's not easy to suddenly gain a "back-bone". You don't immediately want to resort to aggression, especially if it mirrors the type you were a victim to. You don't want to believe you allowed yourself to be treated this bad, let it get that bad or allowed something bad to happen to someone else. It is easy to be in denial, to retreat to your thoughts or make excuses to avoid the painful truth. It's frustrating but in a way we know is relatable. It why we both hate and love Curly for it. We know we'd be better, we think we'd be better, we like to think we wouldn't falter in the same ways but it's always easier to say that from the outside looking in. It's easy to see what he was doing wrong because we are seeing it, not him, but the game really does make you picture what you would do if this was your raw reality and it's why this debate about Curly seems so never ending/contradictory. We can all say what we'd do but bottom line is that's much different when you're in the moment with all the emotions and human feelings attached.

I personally think Mouthwashing tackles the themes of rape culture, enabling, toxic masculinity, types of abuse and patriarchy in ways that are meant to deconstruct the typical straightforward views we mostly have of these concepts and how little subtilities of them are just as, if not more, detrimental than the overt/obvious parts. The game deals with the idea of little details and bigger picture in a way to show that sometimes the bigger picture is not the issue but the little details that make it up. It's why I have a personal dislike of depictions of Jimmy as the typical horrible person who would of course do something like this because the game is about noticing the little warning signs, the foreshadowing and foresight.

It's why I dislike the typical discussion of "bro code" and "boys will be boys" for the game because the game makes a point to avoid the standard depictions of such. It is about the type of men who still enable despite not condoning, agreeing or even perpetuating harmful beliefs because they can't see the little details or the ways it seeps into their everyday. The severity is not obvious to them as it was not obvious to Curly, Swansea or even Daisuke the way it was to a woman like Anya. There are little details about Jimmy that should ring alarms but if you are too naive like Daisuke, too distant like Swansea or too conditioned like Curly, they are just off markers.

There is 100% more constructive/concise ways to say "Curly was a victim of Jimmy's abuse on an emotional and mental aspect that clouded his judgements and perceptions in the scenario" while also critiquing on the side of "Curly still had a responsibility to protect Anya as a crew mate and Captain that he failed to do due to biases and stigma's he failed to surpass" without the weird condemnation people give him about should've knowing better than to let himself be manipulated by a person he considered a close, if not family/best-friend and had his own reasons to trust initially. Also stop being weird about victims of abuse in general with this fandom, like sorry not everyone has a like social epiphany the moment someone's nasty to them. People are treating it like you immediately know when you are in a toxic relationship immediately or comprehend when a person is actively dangerous and either it's your fault for not knowing how to leave/cut them off or you deserve it. Like the hypocrisy of people believing how certain fans treat the story reflect their irl views but not their own is crazy.

End statement is: I honestly don't even know man, I've been writing this too long and just like no man on that ship was perfect or really helped Anya when it mattered and I feel like pitting them against each other in discussion on who did the least or most or how it was justified sucks cause in the end Anya always did the most and best thing for herself.

[iperversei-iwiringi]

younger brother that knows he's fleshlight material. walking around in loose boxers and bending over in front of his sister to tease her with his cunt peaking.

saying stuff to get her even harder while she fucks him like:

"nonono please no it's too much!"

"you're actually hurting me I don't want to do this anymore!"

"I said stop! please! sis at least use a condom.. what if mum finds out?.."

"you promised to go gently you know I'm inexperienced >.<"

"fuck.. it feels good. fuck"

"please more please more I'm addicted to you sis. I want you to use me everyday as your personal rapetoy!"

he has such a way with words.

[ur1ckyb1gbr0]

Wanna force my dick into someone half my age while they beg for me to stop, and I call them kiddo<3

[raymbutan]

I love clit torture so much btw

I love putting a toy right up against my tdick on the highest setting, squeeze my legs shut so it stays in place, then try not to cum while I squirm and move my hips around trying to escape the intense vibrations.

Im doing it as I type this, my fav little rose toy up against my pretty boy clit, having to move around just so I dont get immediately overstimulated. Its inescapable, though. Every split second of relief is followed by it slipping right back on, sending that strong feeling through my cunt.

God, its amazing. My dick gets harder and harder each second, growing big and swollen. I feel so empty now, so fucking wet and ready for anyone to just use.

Im having trouble typing this, its hard when Im a fucking squirming mess. Someone should come fix it..fill me up and give me a bit of release. After all, thats what my clit is for. To get me wet for you to fill me.

[urdegenbrother]

Excuse me, sir. They're not abused, I just like my bunnies factory preset fucked up. It's not my fault it takes a few beatings for them to realize it though.

[mediamatinees]

Dark Romance Community, We Need to Talk About "Haunting Adeline"

This is perhaps my most controversial piece yet, though it really shouldn't be. Today we're talking about dark romance, its potential, and its flaws. Find your happy place, because today's discussion is about The Cat and Mouse Duet.

“He keeps his hands to himself for now, but I know that won’t last much longer. It’s no secret how much he loves to touch me without my permission.” –       Haunting Adeline, H.D. Carlton Extreme Content Warning: Haunting Adeline and Hunting Adeline (also known as The Cat and Mouse duet) contain graphic depictions of sexual assault, graphic violence, stalking, child abuse and murder, the…

[myfandomrealitea]

I'm proship leaning but when other proshippers say "I don't trust when someone says [person] is a pedophile because aNtIs!" when that person has DOCUMENTED EVIDENCE of being a predator. You're willfully ignorant at best and think that pedophile is something that only happens in darkfic or weird kink at worst. Like, no, it's not antis faults you can't condem real predators.

That has nothing to do with proshipping itself and everything to do with the actual individual. Its disingenuous at best to reduce an entire community down to a select few.

However, I will say its understandable that sometimes even "documented proof" is called into question based on who is involved in the discussion. Again, this has nothing to do with me being a proshipper, but people who align with the 'anti' principles have:

Sourced and spread around child pornography and non-minor rape and sexual abuse materials, often even using them to torment and abuse the victims themselves.

Fabricated evidence on multiple occasions in order to incite a witch hunt against innocent people and claimed ignorance even when confronted with their actions.

Harassed and doxxed and bullied people to the point of losing their jobs, requiring medication and therapy and suicide attempts.

Called people predators and pedophiles for a numerous array of reasons, usually the majority of which have nothing to do with actual predation or pedophilia.

In the instances where I have my doubts about someone being called out, I will privately endeavor to do as much of my own research as I can before making any decision or getting involved in any way. Which again, has nothing to do with me being a proshipper. That's what you should do, rather than blindly believing and following accusations.

People have a right to genuine doubt. If or when it extends beyond genuine doubt into wilful ignorance and denial, that is an individual fault.

[burningtheroots]

I‘d suggest to read the entire thread, especially if you still don’t understand that prostitution is slavery, exploitation, a hate crime against women & a human rights violation in some of the worst ways.

[remma-demma]

Hm. Fucking weird to see a post where the original can apply to all trans people and then additions by op make it an exclusively transfem thing and to then say “don’t make this about T or I’ll start shooting hostages”. Strange. And she’s a forcefem blog. Of course!

[mommysmutt]

It’s entertaining really.. Seeing you all THINK you have any chances with her..

Seeing all your fantasies, how you would treat her, how you would play with her, make her beg…

But I’m the one who gets to actually touch her… Pathetic little mutts, all of you.. She’s mine and always will be..

Only I get to fuck her. I get to hold her down, taste her, scratch her, mark her, use her, have my way with her.. She is my toy, the rest of you only get to borrow her.. you all should be grateful, on your knees and begging me to let you have a turn as she sits pretty on my cock. Ripped apart and made such a mess because there is only one man who can make her feel this good… your pathetic little cocks do nothing for her.. But mine, has her begging, screaming, clawing, biting, feeling nothing but pleasure.. You’re all pathetic…

I get to carve into her, remind her who she really fucking belongs too. Keep her tied down, begging, crying… I get to use her tight, dripping cunt to fulfill my every need…

She Is MINE

[mugloversonly]

I Don’t Need to be Fixed

This is for week two of @steddiesmuttyseptember Prompts: soft and slow | bruise | Rating: E | CW: rape/non con (not between main pair), use of the T slur, misgendering, misgendering of self, mentions of corrective sex. | All tags on AO3 there is a scene of the non con that can be skipped. It will be marked by !!!!! You can pick the story back up at the second !!!!!

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Eddie’s been acting strange for the past few weeks. One Sunday when he came home from work, he seemed off. He usually slammed the door open when he came in to alert Steve to his presence, but recently he creaked it open slowly, sliding in, and into the bathroom. He took a shower like normal, but instead of coming out naked to flash Steve (something he’s done since his top surgery), he wrapped the towel around himself tightly under his arms and practically sprinted to the bedroom. When he came out, he was wearing a big hoodie with the hood pulled up and a pair of Steve’s baggy sweatpants.

Today it’s been nearly six weeks and he’s still acting strange, repeating that same behavior after every shift. Even on his days off, he was still wrapped up, and when Steve made a move he flinched back hard. When he asked, Eddie always said he was fine just tired. He was trying not to spiral, but it was like his boyfriend was hiding from him, what could it mean? Was it the upside down? Was he cheating? Steve shook his head, he knew Eddie would say if it was the upside down and he wouldn’t cheat.

“Babe? You doing okay?” Steve asked as Eddie got ready to leave for work.

He nodded once before he left throwing a quick, “bye, love you” over his shoulder. That couldn’t be good.

About an hour later, the phone rang but before Steve could answer it it went to voicemail. “This message is for Eddie Munson. This is the free health clinic, we have his test results in.” The message went on, but Steve didn’t hear anything else.

~~~

Eddie sighed as the current patron he was serving finally moved from the bar. He could feel his energy draining. He loved this job, he did, but he’d be lying if he said it was perfect. Things were wonderful until a few weeks ago.

As he was ruminating on it, the problem customer in his thoughts walked up. “Hey there, beautiful.” Eddie stepped back and without saying a word went over to the other bartender of the night.

“Jeff, can you take this one?” Eddie said pleadingly. He never asked Jeff to take his customers unless something was really wrong.

“I’ll be right with you sir.” Jeff called to the man whose eyes were trained on Eddie.

“Did I make you feel better girlie?” the man asked. Eddie swallowed his fear, turning away with disgust. Jeff’s eyes were huge as he looked at Eddie.

“I’m going to get the bouncer.” He quickly ducked out from behind the bar and practically sprinted to the bouncer.

“Hey Bear? That guy I told you about, he’s talking to Jeff.” Bear didn’t need him to say anything else, he simply walked behind the man and started dragging him out.

“Hey! I’m a paying customer!” The man screamed.

“Not anymore. Now you’re banned.” Bear said calmly.

“Because of that fucking Tranny?!” Bear stopped suddenly. He grabbed the man by the shoulders and threw him to the ground.

“Apologize. Now, or you walk out of here with a broken nose.” The man sneered and spit towards Eddie. “Okay.” Bear said before flipping the man onto his stomach. He slammed his face into the bar floor twice. He went to do it a third time when Eddie spoke up.

“That’s enough Bear. I just want him gone.” The bouncer stood the man up and frog marched him out all the while telling him he’d put up his picture to get him banned permanently.

Eddie took a deep breath and turned back to the bar. Chrissy the manager stopped him, “that was intense. Do you want to go home?” Eddie glanced around at the patrons and everyone was staring. He nodded, as he walked into the back to get his things. Chrissy promised he’d still get paid for the night and the police would be contacted. She took over the bar so Jeff could drive Eddie home since he walked and they didn’t know if the guy was hanging around.

Back at home, he sat in Jeff’s car outside the small house he and Steve shared. He stepped out and waved at Jeff once he got inside. He really needed to talk to Steve about what happened, but he was scared this would be it. His fears were nearly confirmed when he entered the house quietly to find Steve sitting on the couch with a bag packed. “Stevie?” He whispered.

“You got a message Eds.” He replied monotone. Eddie walked to the tape machine, hitting play with confusion.

“This message is for Eddie Munson. This is the free health clinic, we have his test results in. They have all came back negative, have a nice day.” The tape beeped. Eddie sunk to his knees, tears of relief streaming down his face. He moved until he was sitting with his knees against his chest and his arms were wrapped around them.

“Thank god.” He whispered over and over as he rocked back and forth. Steve’s voice cut through his small breakdown.

“When were you going to tell me?” His whispered. Eddie wiped his eyes, Steve’s tone confused him.

“Do you listen to my message?” Eddie asked angrily.

“Not on purpose. When were you going to tell me?” Steve repeated.

“When I got the results back.” He replied quietly. Steve stood and stalked over to him.

“Get up,” he snarled. Eddie just looked at him so Steve reached down and yanked him to his feet by his arm. “I said get up!”

“Ouch! You’re hurting me.” Eddie said yanking his arm out of the hold.

“Were you going to tell me if they were positive so I could get checked too?” Steve asked. Eddie shook his head.

“You wouldn’t have needed to, I’ve been keeping my distance, just in case.” Eddie said quietly. He isn’t sure how Steve figured it out, but he was even more unsure of his anger.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me and shying away when I try to touch you?” Eddie nodded, the fear was clear in his eyes but Steve didn’t care right now. “I’m going to Robin’s” Steve huffed as he pushed Eddie away. Eddie felt himself crumble.

“You won’t even listen?” He cried. Steve stomped to the couch.

“I don’t want all the gory details no.” He said, his full mean girl coming out.

“Am I disgusting to you now?” He whispered, hugging himself.

“Kinda” Steve grabbed his bag and went to the front door. Eddie couldn’t take this. Why did Steve get to be angry about this when all Eddie felt was pain? Why was he angry at Eddie? Maybe it really was Eddie’s fault? He collapsed to the floor.

“Just a dumb Tranny, who got what he deserved right?” He sobbed out. Steve opened the door, but paused at that. “Something to fix him. But now, he’s damaged goods. Even the man who promised to love him no matter what hates him. But don’t worry, she’s fixed now.” Steve turned around to see Eddie staring at him, his eyes were blank, empty, and cold, even as the tears continued. “Back to her old self.”

“Eddie, what happened?” Steve asked softly, his blood frozen in his veins. “Why are you talking about yourself like that?”

“Don’t worry, Steve. I wouldn’t want to make you listen to the gory details. Have fun at Robin’s. I’ll be gone by morning” Eddie stood and sprinted to the bathroom, locking himself inside. Once there he climbed into the tub and turned on the freezing water, fully dressed. Once he was chilled all the way, he turned the water to scalding. He’d been doing this after work for the past few weeks to try to shock his system back to normal, it hasn’t really been working, but he didn’t know what else to do. The hot water burned his freezing skin but it gives him something to focus on, it’s then that there is a knock on the bathroom door.

“Eddie?” Steve called. Eddie rolled his eyes. After all the shit he just said, he has the gall to sound so concerned?

“Fuck off!” He shouted but Steve just knocked again.

“Please, baby. Let me in?” Eddie huffed, he could tell he wasn’t going to go away. He climbed out of the shower, not worrying about all the water he was getting all over the floor, and unlocked the door. He waited until he was safely back in the spray before giving the okay. The door opened slowly, cautiously, like Steve wasn’t sure what he’d see on the other side. Their eyes met and Eddie got the pleasure of watching Steve’s face frozen in shock as he took in the scene. “Can we get you out of the tub and into bed so we can talk?” Steve asked. Eddie hesitated before nodding. Steve grabbed a towel and turned off the water. He attempted to grab Eddie again but he flinched back hard enough to slam into the tile wall behind him. Steve raised his hand in surrender before handing the towel over and holding his hand out in offer.

Eddie looked at his hand as he wrapped the towel about himself, but he didn’t take it. Steve followed him into the room, sat on the bed, and stared expectantly at Eddie, who stood there in his wet clothes. “Can..can you uh turn around?” Eddie asked quietly. Steve’s heart broke but he did as he was asked. “Okay, you’re good.” He said a few minutes later. He’d pulled on his biggest hoodie and sweatpants that would hold him but also cloak his body, practically hiding it from view. He curled up on the bed as far away from Steve as he could, keeping his eyes on his knees to avoid Steve’s heartbroken face. The room was quiet for a long time before either of them spoke.

“I’m sorry I grabbed you like that earlier Eddie. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Steve broke the silence. Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Yes you did. You just thought you were hurting a cheater.” He mumbled the last part. The word cheater hung heavy. “You didn’t even let me explain. You just...decided that I wasn’t worth it.” Steve stared at Eddie. “You wanna know what happened Steve? You wanna know why the free clinic called?”

~~~

Steve looked at this broken man and felt a pang in his heart. He had huge bags under his eyes and his lips were still a little blue. Steve knew something had been going on, but now he was even more unsure about it. “If you want to share, Eddie.” Eddie scoffed. Steve could understand that, “I promise, I know you didn’t cheat, I won’t leave unless you want me to, tell me if you want, not because you think it’s the only way I’ll stay.” After what he just witnessed he’s willing to go on a little faith. After a brief moment of hesitation, Eddie finally spoke.

“I really was going to tell you once I got the results in.” Eddie promised. “You remember that guy at work a month and a half ago?” Eddie asked. Steve did remember, he was an older guy who made gross comments to the wait staff and hit on Eddie. He nodded. Eddie held out his hand for Steve to take, he did and Eddie continued. “He came back a week or so later.”

!!!!!

Eddie and Chrissy were working close that night. The bar was packed but the rude man from the week before stood out. He kept hitting on Eddie and Chrissy all night and he stayed until Bear kicked him out. When the two bartenders were ready, Bear offered to walk them to their cars. Since Eddie tended to walk to work, he let himself be escorted to the end of the block.

He didn’t live far, only a mile or two, but about half way there he felt like he was being watched. When he glanced over his shoulder he saw a few people milling around and assumed it was from them. He didn’t see the guy moving closer to him until it was too late. When he turned the corner, the guy pushed him into the alley and forced his chest into the bricks.

“Hey what the fuck?” Eddie yelled but the man shoved something into his mouth. Eddie froze for a moment when he recognized the man from the club. They thought he left, but he must have been hiding somewhere.

Eddie tried to struggle but the man was stronger and held his wrists behind his back with one hand. With the other he wrapped around Eddie’s waist and undid the button of his jeans before shoving his hand inside. “So the rumors were true huh?” The man whispered in his ear, it sent a shiver of fear and disgust up Eddie’s spine.

Eddie screamed against the gag, thrashed his body, but the man ignored him. He removed his hand for a moment to yank Eddie’s head back and slam it into the wall making his vision fuzzy. The man yanked down Eddie’s pants and boxers to his knees, shoved his own down, and forced Eddie’s legs apart.

He did his best to fight back, but with the blow to the head and his restricted airflow from the gag, he wasn’t able to do much. The man shoved his dick inside Eddie’s pussy but growled angrily when he found he wasn’t wet. “My dick not good enough for you tranny?” He snarled. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head girlie, I’ll show you what it’s like to be with a real man and you’ll be all fixed.”

He shoved against Eddie again who began silently crying. The tears dripped steadily down his face and off his chin, the man scoffed and licked at them. “Don’t cry, I’m just healing you.” Eddie didn’t know what to do. He tried thrashing again but that only seemed to make the man harder. He did the only thing he could and just shut down. Emptied his mind, hid in the same place he used to when his dad would hurt him.

It was finally over when the man’s hips sped up slamming his own into the brick wall no doubt leaving bruises. He had the decency to pull out before cuming on the alley floor. He pat Eddie once on the shoulder. “You’ll be all better soon girlie.” He said before he pulled his pants back up and walked out of the alley. Eddie stayed frozen against the wall for a minute before spitting out the fabric in his mouth and fixing his clothing. His hands shook, he felt his body draining of any energy but he knew he needed to get home.

!!!!!

When Eddie finished speaking, his face was wet as tears had been steadily streaming down his face. Steve lifted his free hand and reached toward Eddie but paused until he nodded his permission. He gently wiped the tears from his boyfriend’s face but it wasn’t until Eddie did the same that he realized he was crying too.

“Baby,” Steve whispered. “I wish you told me.” Eddie’s eyes closed and he hung his head.

“I know. I’m sorry.” He was quiet, if Steve wasn’t sitting so close he wouldn’t have heard him. “I’m sorry I let it happen.” Steve leaned back to look into Eddie’s eyes.

“It’s not your fault, my love.” Steve whispered.

“Yes it is! I tried to fight but I couldn’t. If I wasn’t… I’m sorry, Steve.” Steve’s heart broke for his boyfriend. He opened his arms in offering, nearly falling off the bed when Eddie launched himself into him, apologies pouring out of him. Steve couldn’t take him feeling like this.

“Hey, it’s not your fault baby boy.” Steve swore. “You didn’t ask for it, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry I didn’t listen the first time.” He held tight to Eddie as his cries shook his body. “You’re not wrong, you don’t need to be fixed.”

Steve continued his reassurances as Eddie’s sobs quieted into soft sniffles. “You want to know the worst part of all of this?” Eddie asked wetly. Without waiting for Steve to respond he continued, “I feel like my body isn’t mine anymore.” Steve wanted to find that guy and punch his face in for hurting Eddie. He finally got to a point where he felt like himself, just for this guy to ruin it?

“What can I do? How can we make it feel like yours again?” Steve asked.

“I have an idea, it might seem a little out there” Eddie hesitated. “Can we...have sex?”

“Are you sure?” Steve asked.

“Yes.” Eddie confirmed. Steve nodded in thought for a moment.

“Okay, but if you start getting uncomfortable we stop, okay?” Eddie nodded.

~~~

“Can I ask? How will this help?” Steve asked as he stood.

Eddie stood too and took off his shirt. “This time it’s my choice. You know?” Steve agreed and went to take off his own shirt but Eddie stopped him. “Can I do it?” When Steve nodded, Eddie pulled him away from the bed and undressed him slowly.

He kissed his lips softly before unbuttoning both of their jeans and shoving them down. When they both stood naked in front of each other, he paused. “Can we use the strap tonight?” Eddie asked shyly. They normally switched but he didn’t feel ready to bottom right now. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be ready again.

“Of course, whatever you need.” Steve promised. While Eddie made his way to the closet to get his harness on, Steve climbed on the bed, grabbing the lube and a condom. Eddie slid his little bullet inside the harness and tucked the controller into the waist band, right next to the lube plunger.

“Oh, gonna cum in me tonight baby?” Steve asked when he saw which dildo Eddie was wearing. It was average sized, something they used when they weren’t in a full scene. Eddie smiled softly as Steve threw the condom back in the drawer. Eddie climbed onto the bed, leaned over, and kissed Steve chastely. It quickly deepened as he licked into the other man’s mouth, softly stroking Steve’s with his own. “God you’re so handsome.” Steve groaned.

Eddie blushed and slid his hand down Steve’s chest, rubbed and twisted his left nipple until he moaned, then did the same to the right. Without separating their lips, he gripped Steve’s cock softly, stroking it to full hardness. Steve kept his hands on the bed until Eddie took his wrists and put them on his hips.

“Touch me Stevie.” He whispered against his lips. Steve slid his hands up Eddie’s sides then around to his chest.

“Can I jerk you off?” He asked quietly. Eddie nodded and he didn’t waste a second slipping his thumb and forefinger into the harness to grasp his cock. He stroked up and down before pausing with his middle finger hovering over the man’s cunt. “Can I touch you there?” Eddie hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded. He slid his finger through the wetness seeping from him but when he went to insert his finger inside, Eddie locked up.

“Stop!” Eddie yelled. His hands and lips stopped, and Steve pulled his hand back.

“Sorry.” Eddie whispered as his body shook. “I don’t know why I can’t…” he choked up. Steve gently stroked Eddie’s back.

“It’s okay baby, no apologies okay? If you want to stop we can” Eddie whimpered and shook his head. “If you want to keep going we can, I just won’t finger you okay?” Steve promised.

Eddie kissed him softly again. “Thank you. Can I get you ready?” He asked. Steve went to flip himself over but Eddie stopped him. “I need to be able to see you, is that okay?” Steve knew it would hurt a bit more than normal, but the trust Eddie placed in him over road that fear. He grabbed the bottle of lube and pressed it into Eddie’s hand.

Eddie felt almost shy when he poured lube on his hand, rubbing his fingers together to warm it up. They’ve done this hundreds of times by now, but every time felt like the first time. He kissed down Steve’s neck, sucking bruises into the skin as he slid a finger inside. When he didn’t meet any resistance, he moaned softly. He thrust his finger a few times before adding a second, quickly followed by a third.

“Eddie, baby. I’m ready, please.” Steve begged. Eddie smirked, twisted his fingers until Steve screamed.

“I found it, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, already knowing the answer, especially when he hit that spot again and again until Steve clenched around his fingers. Feeling mean, Eddie stopped moving, dangling Steve’s release in front of him like a carrot. He sat back on his heels, reveling in Steve’s betrayed glare. “What’s a matter baby?” He asked innocently.

“I need you Eds. Get in me before I explode!” Steve whined.

“Your wish,” Eddie began as he lined up, “is my command.” He thrust his hips forward sinking to the hilt in one motion. Steve shook as he tried to adjust, but Eddie wouldn’t let him. He thrust deeply and slowly, dragging his strap out inch by agonizing inch, making sure to hit Steve’s prostate on every inward push. He flipped the bullet vibrator on, moaning as it kicked into gear.

“Harder baby.” Steve begged, “please sir, give it to me.” The honorific always sent Eddie hurtling toward the edge. He bit harshly into Steve’s shoulder as he began pounding into him. The vibe pushed against his cock and the base of Steve’s making them both shudder.

“Feel good, doll?” Eddie asked, not waiting for Steve’s answer before his hand was back around his cock. Steve wailed as he was jerked quickly, the difference between Eddie’s hips and hand driving him insane.

“I’m close baby. I’m so fucking close.” Steve panted, wrapping his hand around Eddie’s neck and pulling him down for a kiss. He began lifting his hips to meet his boyfriend’s thrust for thrust, incidentally pinning the vibe against his cock. Eddie threw his head back and grabbed the plunger in his waist band.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Together” Eddie growled into his ear. That’s all it took for Steve. He released hot ropes of cum all over the both of them at the same time Eddie pushed the plunger. The body temp lube filled his ass while Eddie shook as he came. He worked them through it before he collapsed onto his boyfriend.

After when they were all clean, the sheets were changed, and they were cuddling, Eddie kissed one of Steve’s bruises. “Thank you.” He whispered. Steve smiled, grabbed Eddie’s chin, tilted his head up, and kissed him gently.

“No need to thank me. You’re my boyfriend.” Eddie sighed happily. Steve’s gentle words and touches helped him feel like himself.

“And don’t you ever forget it.” Steve smiled cockily and pulled Eddie until he was on top of him.

“Wanna go again?” Eddie eagerly nodded and jumped off the bed to get his strap.

[philsmeatylegss]

Just as someone who studies and loves history, if you ever are wondering what a key sign is that someone knows quite literally nothing about history, it will come in the form of a person saying “I wish I lived in the 80s (or before)” or “life/relationships was so much easier in the 80s (or before).” Like that flat out just tells me you’ve never opened a history book in your life

Because when you ask why, usually they will say some variation of problems that happen today didn’t happen back then (usually referring to being gay, drugs, cheating, freaky sex, bdsm, abuse, mental illness, etc). And if you open one fucking history book you would know all of that shit was happening as much, if not, even more than it’s happening right now, only it was a lot more dangerous

Yeah, gay people existed in the 50s. There were secret meetups that men (many married with kids because they were forced into) went to and hooked up with other men in. Men being sexually assaulted or raped by men was practically unheard of and unprosecuted until like the 80s-ish. Literally a man was violently raped by John Wayne Gacy, went to police right after, was blown off by police because the concept of men raping men was nuts, this guy did his entire own investigation, finding out where Gacy even fucking lived, and was still ignored. That guy ended up being a key eye witness in Gacy’s trial to prove he was sane.

People were heavily addicted to drugs all throughout history. It was an epidemic among housewives in the 40s-60s who were depressed being forced to stay at home and were just given pain pills to help cope. Most housewives, usually experiencing domestic violence on the regular, used opioids and other drugs to cope with the abuse and unfulfilled life. Most of them were severely depressed.

Nuclear family American dream didn’t die. It never fucking existed. Everything was just kept behind closed doors. And doing surface level historical research, I literally mean reading a few books or watching a few documentaries, make it clear.

People romanticize the daily life for Americans in the 40s-80s so much without realizing 1) that was the reality for only white, middle to upper class people 2) it was all for show.

“If you could go back and live in any decade which would you go to?” None! I’m a mentally ill lesbian. I’m so fortunate to be living now. Living in previous decades, especially the 1990s and earlier, would suck balls

Open a fucking history book

[one-pump-chump]

rape mentions incoming.

yes i’m talking about Trevor Sexuality again. idk why it’s my favourite form of character analysis either okay, just go with it. anyway. i do find it interesting how differently Trevor treats people, based on gender.

with men that dawg in him really jumps out. mr normal and his need to be the biggest scariest dog in every room. all men are potential threats and need to be subdued as quickly as possible. and because he doesn’t half-ass anything, he really Goes There. if they’re useful to him and he wants to keep them around? separate from loved ones, enchain with addiction, suffocate with your depravity until they’re convinced they don’t deserve better, manipulate until grateful and loyal. enjoy the fruits of your labour; rape as you see fit!

women are a bit more difficult to discern since there aren’t many female characters, but i feel like what little we do see is very telling. mr normal and his mother issues and inability to see women as anything more than delicate flowers. the way he treats Molly and others is undoubtedly sexual harassment but i sincerely don’t see him as the type to go through with raping a woman. there are two instances where he - literally - chases after women all predatory, only to let them go when he realises they’re afraid of him. once with mary-ann, once in a switch cutscene outside the vanilla unicorn. it comes across as very… Hi. i was never taught how to communicate like a human. please see my brutish nature for the defence mechanism it is and take pity on me. i just want you to hold me and tell me i’m good. please don’t be scared of me. please. please. what did i just fucking say, are you deaf? fuck you, then.

bonus secret third thing, Michael: i hate you so fucking bad dude you have no idea. please leave your wife and children and live with me forever in full throttle depravity until we die young in each others arms, guns blazing till the bitter end. fuck you mean, “no”? of course i won’t force you, i don’t have to. you have to want it, want me and i know you do, you can’t hide from me. fine, fuck you then, you repulsive snake, you pathetic excuse for a man. can i at least sleep at the foot of your bed. pleasepleaseplease never leave me.

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

somewhere in me there’s a 10 page paper about the abuse of rei todoroki and how often people don’t realize that not all rape is violent