#rape m tw

[biillys]

yo the idea of billy throwing basketball games simply becos fuck jason carver uhh this got long oops

like. okay. so billy and eddie are outside at a party one night, it's cold as fuck, it's winter, the party's raging inside, but billy's like yeah fuck that. lets go smoke up outside. and drags eddie out there, pulling up some pool lounge chairs to lay on while they talk about nothing and everything.

then like. the back door swinging open and chrissy and jason stumbling out, chrissy looking on the verge of tears and jason looking like jason always does. so fucking cool calm and collected, talking so placating down on chrissy like she's the one being unreasonable.

chrissy not even trying to talk back because what's the point. it's never got her anywhere.

and jason gets so frustrated by her lack of answers, the way she won't even look at him, the way she keeps fucking crying, like he's the bad guy, that he grabs her by the arm, maybe shakes her a little. tries to get her to realise she's being dramatic, the she's the problem here.

eddie and billy watching on from their front row seats, both of them having seen this story played out before so many times, from when they were so so young. and chrissy's so fucking good, okay. eddie, who doesn't even fuck with this crowd, knows this. has had the fattest fucking heart eyes for her since middle school. and billy's just like. chrissy cunningham is like. fucking sunshine. who the fuck would ever want to hurt the thing that lights up the room, lights up the entire fucking world.

chrissy asks jason to let go. jason grips her tighter. eddie edges slowly off his seat, and billy throws his joint to the ground and sits up.

"yo, carver. she asked you to let go."

jason and chrissy turning to them instantly, finally realising that they're there.

jason lets go like he's been burned. chrissy hugs herself close.

"come on, chrissy. let's go back inside," he says, eyeing the town fucking freak and their high schools ex basketball captain–forcefully demoted after too many fuck ups and detentions–before reaching over to grab her hand, trying to pull her in.

chrissy twists her hand out of his grip and takes a step back, and billy finally pushes out of his chair, him and eddie coming up to stand behind her.

"or," billy starts, "you go inside, and us three will stay right here."

jason looks at them all, chrissy looking so small between them, and watches as she slowly takes another step back, standing almost shoulder to shoulder with the boys.

he laughs, feeling fucking insane. jesus christ, he's given chrissy the world, the last few years of his life, his entire fucking future, and she's out here crying and running into billy hargrove and eddie munson's arms, like they could do anything for her.

"you made the wrong choice tonight, chrissy, and you know it. i'll pick you up for school on monday, and we'll talk about it," he parts with, eyeing the guys one last time before walking back inside.

chrissy letting out the breath she was holding the second the door closes before turning around to face the two people behind her.

"thank you," she croaks out, and before she can even try and leave, eddie's offering her a seat.

"it's okay. there's only two chairs, and i should start walking home anyway."

"two chairs, three of us–the math adds up," billy counts on fingers, pushing eddie down onto one of the lounges before jamming himself beside him, eddies arm wrapping around his waist automatically and billy squirming around to get comfortable. eddie looks up to her then, face apologetic, then rolls a hand out to wave at the now free seat beside them.

chrissy looks at them, the house, the side gate, the chair, then back at them. cautiously, she basically tip toes to the chair before slowly sitting down then curling up, dragging the towel that billy was using as a blanket over her.

"by the way, there is not a chance you are walking home. have you seen this fuck up town? people like your boyfriend exist, okay. fuck that. if you don't want me or munson here to drive you, then i'm calling in heather, okay?"

"heather will eat her alive," eddie cuts in, sounding alarmed.

billy elbows him, "heather waters plants. she knows how to be delicate when the situation calls for it."

eddie looks at chrissy then, at the way her hands are still shaking and her eyes are still glassy, and thinks, yeah. this is a delicate situation.

okay then the idea of chrissy and jason not breaking up because nothings ever that simple, but sometimes when eddie passes her in the halls, she smiles at him, even says hi to him occasionally. sits next to him in class once when their teacher said to hell with the seating arrangement, and eddie has a slight breakdown and bails halfway through class to go smoke up behind the school. and sometimes at cheer practice, when the guys also have basketball practice, billy gets benched (on purpose) and comes over to hang out. maybe even tries to learn a few cheers before reallsing his legs can not and will not ever bend that way, no matter how many times chrissy and carol try to show him.

and maybe one day, things really fucking spiral, and chrissy doesn't know what to do. doesn't have a single person to turn to or call for help or cry to. looks down at the positive pregnancy test in her hands and has flashbacks to the night she's tried so hard to forget, to block out, the night she never fucking wanted, and thinks. her entire life's over.

her mom will kill her, jason will lose his fucking mind, her family will probably disown her, she'll be kicked off the cheer squad, will probably have to drop out of school, and she can't even get rid of it because she doesn't know how.

doesn't have her own car to get there, doesn't have money saved up to pay for it, doesn't have private access to internet that her mom or the school doesn't monitor. and going anywhere local to even try find those answers is out of the question, with this town being so small and her mother knowing everyone, and everyone knowing her.

so. she goes through the motions and she gets ready for school, sits at the table as the rest of her family eats breakfast, and waits for jason to come pick her up. she sits passenger seat while he lets his christian playlist float out through the speakers, barely listening to a word he says as her tells her his plans for the day.

she makes it through first period then second then third, makes it all the way to lunch before she can't keep her stomach in control anymore and runs to the bathroom to throw up. she sits on the ground for a while before pushing herself up, and then in a moment of reckless bravery, she doesn't go to her second last class, but instead, she walks out the back of school, to where she's heard the rumours of eddie munson doing business, and thinks. she's really got nothing left to lose.

except when she turns up, it's not just eddie. it's eddie, and it's billy, and it's tommy hagen and carol perkins, and all four of them are smoking and laughing and looking like they don't have a worry in the world.

she looks at them and feels every bit of composure she had slipping, her eyes instantly wet.

billy spots her first, but eddies by her side in a second flat.

"are you okay? are you hurt? what happened?" eddie word vomits, his hands coming up to her face like he wants to touch her but holds back at last minute.

"did jason do something? 'cause i will fucking kill him. just say the word," billy looks around behind her, like jason's about to pop out, but when nothing happens, he focuses back on her.

she stands there a moment longer before shaking her head, then nodding, then cries harder.

"okay, well, this seems personal,"'carol states, dragging tommy by his hand and walking past them, "so i'm gonna let you guys sort out the damsel in distress, and me and tommy are gonna go fuck around under the bleachers. unless," she stops, pushing her way in front of billy slightly, "you want me to stay, and all the guys to go. 'cause if i say the word, they'll all leave. promise."

chrissy looks at her and thinks maybe, out of everyone, carol could be the best choice. surely the most sensible and most obvious. but for as much as she likes her and knows her, for some reason, she trusts eddie and billy more.

"i'm okay. you can go with tommy," she says softly, trying to smile lightly.

carol nods at her, then glares at the guys. "i find out you made her cry more, i'll kill you both."

"yes, ma'am."

"yes, boss."

okay then the idea of chrissy finally getting herself together enough to finally stumble her way into asking for a ride to planned parenthood, or even just to borrow one of their phones so she can research the information herself.

billy and eddie joining every dot together straight away and both being like. oh. we're gonna kill that mothefucker.

eddie being like you can have my phone, you can have my wallet, my car keys, my entire fucking heart. i'll give you the world, just ask.

and billy being like. jesus fucking christ. can you pretend to be like. smooth and casual for five seconds, she's literally having one of the worst days of her life.

billy and eddie spending the rest of school hours researching everything for her and eddie literally handing her all the cash she needs plus more, and billy calling to book the appointment for her, making sure it's a few towns over because he's not stupid, and them all figuring out a game plan to skip school that day. eddie has it the easiest, billy's got some wiggle room 'cause he's already a fuck up in his dad's eyes, so what's one more thing, but chrissy's like. terrified. but then she thinks about being pregnant and having an actual baby at the age of seventeen, who's father would be jason carver, and thinks. she can be brave for one day.

okay and then that happens, and it's emotional as fuck, and they all get super close etc

and then finally. the basketball aspect of this.

the idea of jason like. counting on basketball to get into college, like he's got his future mapped out, and basketball is apart of it. and billy's like. well obviously i'm gonna ruin this guy's whole fucking life.

like billy was captain, back when he first rolled into town, when harrington fell from grace, and he hated every second of it. fuck this town, fuck these people, fuck his dad, billy didn't want to play. so he fucked around, he read the school rules, he figured out what the lines were to get kicked off, and he toed them every day. but he was good enough that when he decided to put effort in, the team won. so coach never completely got rid of him. just stripped him of his captaincy and benched him a lot. and that was the way billy liked it.

but then billy's like. well jason's captain now, and all eyes are on him, scouts included. fuck yeah.

then the idea of like. billy putting effort into games again, bringing the team together seamlessly in a way jason never could, only to purposely throw games, occasionally getting all up in some other team members space and literally muttering to them their strategy, before taking the ball then passing it to patrick, completely ignoring jason who was open, then letting tommy take over.

the idea of billy literally sinking a basket for the other team when they were tied at the last minute, before turning around to high five the opposite team then flip the bird at his captain.

the idea of their coach like tearing his fucking hair out and dragging billy into a private meeting like what the fuck are you doing out there, hargrove? and billy being like. make me captain again and i'll stop riding the other teams dicks. and the coach being like. not a chance. and billy being like. it's either that or bench me, and you know i'm too good to bench. and coach being like. co-captain. i can make you co-captain. and that's it. and you need to start being a team player for this team. and billy's like. i'm on it, coach! [salute]

the idea of billy being the smuggest motherfucker alive, jason having to stand beside him as his equal, looking like it physically pains him.

the idea of like. a super important game happening, maybe they made it to the grand finales? idk basketball. either way, everyones like. surely billy won't throw this game. this game's important. it's crucial. there are college scouts. and billys like. i'm gonna let everyone shine that i deem worthy of shining, i'm gonna make sure tommy gets the ball, i'm gonna let patrick fucking blitz this shit, and then. right at the last moment possible. i'm gonna ruin it.

and the idea of jason like. losing his shit, like barging his way over to billy who's in the middle of literally hugging a guy from the other team, and billy turning to him with the smuggest look on his face like. so proud. and before jason can even throw a punch, billy's got him knocked down to the ground, jaw fucking cracked, and then billy's offering him a hand up, whispers 'have fun at college', before shoving him straight back down to the ground and stepping over him, walking away.

and like. ofcourse chrissy and eddie get together, and billy eddie and tommy form a band becos i said so, and chrissy has a bisexual awakening when she finally does meet heather, and they all stay the best of friends for ever and ever, and they never rly have to deal with jason ever again.

[cyber-neptune]

I really hate Megatron being portrayed as a massive creep and rapist

[samble-moved]

do you think transandrophobia truthers remember that their term was coined by a man proudly and openly into the sexually assault and corrective rape of lesbians and trans women (ft. a general misogyny kink) or do they just not care

[bodyhorrorbeatdown]

Body Horror Beatdown, Match 10, Round 1

Vote for your favorite:

Propaganda under the cut. (spoilers, bodywh0rer)

American Mary (cw: rape):

Appearances are everything. "Sexy, hot medical student gets traumatized and seeks revenge on her attacker. Sexy, hot girl tortures her attacker by practicing extreme body modifications on him. Creepy twins, woman wants to be a doll and gets her nipples removed and p*ssy sewed up, Betty Boop lookalike."

"Literally a movie about an assaulted woman doing body modification on others(and her assaulter as well) in response to said assault. Comes from the Soska Sisters. Supremely well done."

Old:

It's only a matter of time. (wikipedia) "A thriller about a family on a tropical holiday who discover that the secluded beach where they are relaxing for a few hours is somehow causing them to age rapidly reducing their entire lives into a single day."

[sotiriabellou]

you can always count on weirdos here to be uniquely fascinating bc why did i go to a persons blog after seeing them call kazakhs an "obscure russian ethnic group" only to see them post illustrated porn of an imperial japanese soldier raping his russian enemy and joke abt masturbating to it.reminds me of that other time i went to block someone for being racist to palestinians and his blog was full of racial pregnancy fetish porn

[thevalicemultiverse]

Smile -- Please?

@liddellvxndort

If there is one thing Smiler dislikes, it’s unhappiness. Especially when that unhappiness is infecting their loved ones. And double especially when the source of that unhappiness is some horrible dickhead who doesn’t comprehend that you don’t fucking assault people at parties, no matter how fucked up they might be.

So, as you might imagine, things being what they are, they’re a bit -- tense right now. The whole family is, honestly -- the atmosphere of the entire house has changed, post-incident. It feels sadder and angrier and just -- not right. Someone’s got to do something about it -- 

And Smiler intends to be that someone. Oh yes, they know that Alice and Victor have reached out to Madeline as well, tried to help, but their own baggage with this kind of thing complicates matters, unfortunately. They’re doing their best, they know that, but -- a different perspective may be what’s needed. Besides, they -- they just miss Maddie, really. She’s pulled away since the incident, and even though Smiler understands WHY, it still hurts. So they’re going to make an effort to cross the distance.

Which is how they got to her bedroom door, rapping gently on it. “Madeline? You in?”

[sebfreak]

everyone who does make victim blaming in rammstein and till´s case will be blocked on every platform by me. so yeah keep going with you bullshit, but my list is getting longer and longer. i don´t wanna hear your shit. i don´t wanna hear your words like: oh they are at her own fault for being raped, abused or drugged. 

[mssi]

football players defending other players that are rapists is not something that should happen in 2023 but here we are how are they not embarrassed

[mandysxmuses]

Send 😴 for a dream my muse has had about yours (group chat verse Jemand)

The car was comfortable -- heated seats, and fresh drinks were laid out in front of them. A strawberry mocha topped with kiwis for Jemand, and a vanilla shake with a raspberry straw for Flora. Neither of them were driving, but the driver was way ahead of them and couldn't be made out.

Once or twice he glanced out the windows, but there wasn't much to be seen there, either. There was just an unusual blur of pastels and greys, which he eventually stopped trying to pay attention to. He could feel Flora reaching for his hand.

"... You're having trouble focusing. Keeping your eyes in one place. You're not scared, are you? ... I told you," She said gently. "This is more than enough for me. All I really want is you here, and I have that ..."

Even the sound of her voice was reassuring. It reminded him of Verheiler, in that way. A natural, nurturing, calming sound. He felt Flora scoot closer to him, and his heart began to pound.

... His stomach twisted with a hint of guilt, as well, something Flora seemed to notice before his expression even reflected that.

"Jemand. It doesn't matter how you feel about me. ... I really don't mind if we never end up back together because of what happened. I understand. I promise. All I care about... is that you're safe." With this, she pulled away and reached down to pick up his drink for him. "Here. Try that~ It's just sitting there, don't want to waste it, right?"

"Ah.. thank you, Flora..~" Jemand took a sip. It was sweet and refreshing.

"... And ... haha~ You're just sitting there too, aren't you? Wouldn't want to waste you ..."

Things felt a little more confusing now. Flora went from telling him it didn't matter if they got back together to flirting. Under normal circumstances, he might have questioned it, if only through a light joke -- but these weren't normal circumstances.

And in a second, all he could focus on was the feelings of lips against his ear, the movement of his earrings, and a teasing "Click, click~" from Flora.

"Princess..." He whispered back, his tone encouraging. But as the affection continued, he finally noticed something in the mirror up ahead.

... A flash of purple.

Jemand could have suspected Laut, but his mind had been on someone else for ages to the point such an assumption would be ludicrous. His eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to focus.

"Click... Jemand?" Flora tilted her head. "What's wrong? What are you looking at?"

His concern grew when he heard a loud, omnipresent breathing... and in that moment, realized what was going on. He'd been here before. Not exactly the same place, but the same circumstances. Remembering something horrible. Feeling bad about that. A monstrous beast trying to take that away. Take what happened with his eye away. Take what happened to Rin away. Take all the pain that he knew hurt but mattered away.

"... I'm not forgetting any of what happened to you, Flora. And I will NEVER forget what happened to Rin!"

All he had to do was stay alive, but he wasn't going to be able to do that in this car.

Against his better judgment, though really he had no idea what else he could have done, he grabbed Flora's hand and threw open the car door before jumping out with her. Both screamed as they fell out onto the road, and the car came to a stop further ahead.

Miraculously, both Jemand and Flora were alright, frantically checking over each other to make sure they weren't too scathed by the fall.

It was just after this that Jemand rushed to see if he could also retrieve Rin from the driver's seat, but she was gone. All he knew at this point was that he was being spectated, meticulously, because the previously light scenery was now spotted with eyes. Everywhere. Oppressive and unsettling, even with their brilliant emerald color.

There weren't many places to run from here... or at least, if there was any, it couldn't possibly be made out in this position. He bit his lip, holding onto Flora. "Gotta wake up now... just gotta wake up..."

"Are we going to die, Jemand?" Her voice asked in a miserable croak.

He knew this was only meant to unsettle him further, but Jemand couldn't help treating the question more seriously than that. "We're gonna be fine, princess. Just gonna wake up... any second..."

He heard a laugh through the area. One that sounded like that monster's -- not the one tormenting him now. That pompous, rich bastard. Jemand heard him speak.

"Isn't it a shame? You can make anything, but I still gave Rin the one thing you couldn't?"

The question was disgusting. Cruel. So low and menacing that Jemand was sure it was meant to shock him into being unable to act. ... But it only enraged him, and he let out a scream as anything and everything he could see was under siege by an onslaught of thousands of knives, and then wave after wave of flames.

And then he woke up, and did not hesitate to call Flora. "PRINCESS! Princess, are you okay? Are you safe? Thank God you picked up... I'm so happy you picked up."

[yudgefudge]

is it so hard for footballers to just shut up. like people will not crucify you for not saying anything (they shouldn't, at least). PLEASE JUST PLAY THE FUCKING SPORT. stop supporting rapists.

[hallokatzchen]

The Collector (NSFW AU fic)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara/Jessica Drew

Word count: 2447

Setting: Alternate Universe (AU), pre-pregnancy Jessica, death god Miguel

TW: Graphic violence, blood/gore, implied rape/non-con, rape aftermath, death aftermath, body horror.

Summary: Detective Jessica Drew takes on her most grisly case yet, and comes face to face with an ancient spider god of death.

Author's note: This might run for more than one chapter.

“We got another one...”, The older detective said while he lifted the yellow police tape so Jessica could enter the apartment.

Before she could say anything, she was interrupted by the loud retching of one of her fellow detectives. A rookie who made the mistake of tagging along to shadow his more experienced coworkers, and he quickly regretted his decision when the contents of his stomach emptied out onto the hardwood floor.

“That bad, huh?” Jessica scowled when she caught the smell of the young man's vomit.

“Bad doesn't even begin to describe it”, Her older colleague shook his head and gestured for her to follow him towards the apartment's bedroom.

On their way down the hall to the bedroom, they passed the rookie who had made his way to the small bathroom. The young man was hunched over the sink, eyes wide with shock and reddened with tears while he heaved and spat bile down the drain.

Jessica shook her head and sighed while wondering what she was going to see when she entered the room if it had her young colleague reacting like that. She soon found out when the other detectives in the room stood aside to give her a clear view of the victim.

She shivered when she felt that the room was oddly cold compared to the rest of the apartment. Despite the fact it was the middle of summer, and there were no other fans running at the time. “What in the fuck?...” Her mouth dropped open when she saw the mutilated remains on the bed.

The victim was laying on their back, hands up near the sides of their head. Their dull eyes were wide, frozen with a look of fear, and their mouth was agape and caked with dried blood. Their throat had been slashed... no, torn open as if they were attacked by some sort of animal. Skin jagged and flayed to expose where their windpipe would be if it wasn't missing and giving Jessica a good view of the vertebrae of the victim's neck.

The rest of their body didn't fare much better as Jessica's eyes trailed down the large jagged split in their bruised skin that showed off crooked and broken ribs. Their sternum was smashed and pulled to the side to give whoever (or whatever) did this access to their lungs. One of them slashed open and collapsed. The victim's heart was missing as well. “Oh my god...” Jessica gasped quietly when she saw what had to be the most unsettling part of the crime scene.

The victim's legs were akimbo. Splayed open to showcase a grotesque mix of blood and some unknown jet black fluid that drained from their mangled orifice.

“Oh my god...” Her eyes narrowed at the sight before she turned to the older detective. “I see why the new guy couldn't keep it down”, Her mouth turned down as a bit of bile welled in the back of her own throat. “It was nowhere near this bad the last time”.

Her partner nodded in agreement as he recalled the last victim being intact and looking far more peaceful, almost blissful, but with the same black substance pooled between their legs.

“I'm gonna be honest. In my forty years of work, I've never seen anything like this. We have no idea what we're dealing with here”, He gestured to the dark stain on the victim's sheets. “We studied the samples of... whatever the hell that is, and nothing was a match for it”.

Jessica nodded then tilted her head as her eyes went over the body once again. “Call me crazy, but I think what we're dealing with isn't human”.

Her partner scoffed and gave her a lopsided smile while scratching the sparse hair on his head. “With the way things are going in this city, I wouldn't be surprised”.

Later that evening, Jessica was back at her apartment and spent the majority of her night working on this strange case. It was the second incident in the span of two months. As Jessica shuffled through the photos, she noticed that both of the victims had their similarities.

The first victim from last month was a young woman, early twenties. Found in her bed in what looked like a night of passion gone terribly wrong. Her face was calm, her eyes closed with a serene smile on her lips. Her neck, upper chest, and her breasts were littered with hickeys that stood out brightly against her skin. Her slender wrists were marred by bruises that indicated that she was held down. And judging from the size of the bruises that someone, or something, was huge.

The skin of her inner thighs along with the junction where the back of her thighs meet her buttocks were dark with contusions. The images caused Jessica's brows to furrow with worry at the thought of how much strength was needed to cause that kind of deep tissue damage, and she put her hand to her mouth and turned the remaining photos face down that showed the young woman's genitals split open and oozing black liquid onto her sheets.

The victim from earlier that day had many of the same injuries but far more visceral. Their body butchered and their face twisted into a mask of terror. Making it very obvious that they died in fear.

Jessica heaved a deep sigh and sat back against the couch. Her body and mind weary as her hands rubbed over her face. She rolled her head back and stared at the ceiling for a moment. Another sigh leaving her as tears welled in her eyes. She sniffled and wiped her eyes with the heel of her palms and decided to call it a night.

After a quick shower and her usual skin care routine, Jessica applied a healthy dose of leave-in conditioner and oil mixture to her hair and and twisted her locks into small knots before covering them with a silk scarf. She tied the material securely, then pulled on her loose sleep shirt before shuffling down the hallway to her bedroom.

She let out a long, loud yawn that made her oblivious to a faint glimmer of red outside her fifth floor window that could easily be mistaken for a pair of eyes.

A few hours later when Jessica was in a deep sleep, she shuddered when she felt her bedroom suddenly grow cold. She murmured and pulled her blankets up around her shoulders and curled into a fetal position in an attempt to warm herself before her eyes snapped open. Her mind flashed back to yesterday's crime scene and how the victim's bedroom was strangely cold just like this.

'It's all in your head, Jess...', She thought to herself and remained still under the covers until she heard a low rumbling growl from across the room.

Jessica bolted straight up and was met with the sight of a large shadowy figure at the foot of her bed. She gasped at the sheer size of it. Its broad build silhouetted by the moonlight filtering through the window. She was transfixed by the shimmer of the creature's eyes. The irises a deep blood red in a pool of black sclera.

Another deep growl rumbled in the creature's chest as he slowly rolled his head back. His eyes flickering before sliding shut as the muscles of his broad back flexed to release four black tendrils from his scarred skin. Jessica's eyes went wide when she saw the tendrils flare out to their full length behind his silhouette and take shape to give him the appearance of a giant arachnid. The creature's growl ended with what sounded like a deep, breathy moan when his tendrils stretched when they were fully released and his dark eyes locked onto her.

Jessica inwardly cursed when she felt a tinge of arousal at the sound.

Despite his size the creature's movements were languid, almost graceful. He tilted his head to look at her. A strange sound clicked in the back of his throat. His eyes glimmering while he focused on her as his tendrils stretched out across the span of her bedroom.

Jessica sat stock still in her bed. Her eyes growing wide when she heard the creature take a raspy breath, and his lips parted to speak a language as old as time itself.

“Jessica Drew...”, Despite his voice being low, the sound of it reverberated throughout the room, shaking the pictures and small objects that adorned the walls. “Your time has come...”

Moving with panther-like grace, he climbed onto the bed. Jessica immediately backed away until her back slammed into the headboard. The creature leaning over her legs when she pulled them up to her chest.

His clawed hand ghosted over her right leg. His talons passing lightly over her skin, raising thin welts along the way before he gripped her ankle tightly to drag her underneath him with a quick jerk of his powerful arm.

Jessica yelped at the sudden movement and had little time to retaliate before the creature's hands came up to grab her wrists and pin her arms above her head. Her breath caught in her chest when her mind immediately flashed to the images of the young woman's bruised wrists, and how the marks on her arms were roughly the size of the massive hands that were holding her down right now.

Three of his tendrils came down against the bed, Their hardened points ripping holes into the mattress as they caged themselves around her. The fourth tendril remained supple and stretched towards the nightstand and gingerly wrapped the slender tip around the pull cord of the lamp. With a twitch of his left shoulder the tendril pulled to turn on the lamp, illuminating the room with a low light.

The click of the lamp pulled Jessica out of her panic for a moment, and she looked up to see him looking down at her with those dark eyes.

“I've come to claim you as mine...”, His voice faded into a whisper as he leaned down to catch her mouth with a kiss.

Jessica struggled under him when she felt his long, slick tongue slide past her lips and press into her mouth. Her feet kicked and her entire body writhed when the appendage made its way to the back of her mouth and slid down her throat.

He leaned down and rested his weight on her and groaned into the kiss when he felt her throat tighten when she gagged around his tongue. Jessica whimpered at his weight crushing her into the mattress, and screamed into his mouth when she felt something warm and hard slide against her inner thigh. Leaving a trail of darkness on her skin.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally broke the kiss. His long tongue slowly pulled away, and Jessica squirmed when she felt the appendage ease out of her throat. She gasped for breath and looked up to see him raising up to support his weight, noticing the thick cords of muscle in his arms rippling under his scarred skin.

He looked down at her as his full lips pulled back for a low hiss. His fangs on display as he opened wide. His mouth was a jet black void as that same tongue that was buried in her throat moments ago slid out to show its length. It was dark and glistening in the lamp light as thick string of black saliva dripped from it and splattered on Jessica's shirt.

She winced at the sudden coldness of the damp material that stuck to her chest, and it all clicked when she saw the dark color seeping in.

“It was you...”, Her words hitched when he slipped his hand under her shirt to push it up and out of the way. His long fingers splayed over her flat stomach while his other hand gripped her panties and tore them away.

She gasped and tried to push her thighs together to shield herself from him, but his hand clasped tight on her right thigh to keep them apart. An exasperated groan escaped her lips when she felt the coolness of her arousal on her skin and she muttered a curse at her body's betrayal.

His other hand remained on Jessica's stomach while he leaned in to breathe in her scent. He huffed against her, noticing how her thighs twitched at his breath on her delicate skin. He was salivating at the sight of her. His dark ichor dripped from his mouth and onto her sex as he was about to devour her. Jessica closed her eyes and choked back a sob when she felt his lips brush against her before he suddenly stopped and pulled away.

She felt the bed move as he shifted to sit back on his haunches. His hand still in place on her stomach. She cracked her eyes open and saw that his attention had gone from between her legs to her stomach. He looked down at it and tilted his head like a confused dog before he leaned down and curiously nuzzled at her skin just below her navel.

He pressed his hand on her stomach to get her attention. His long fingers curled to push his claws to her belly enough to to draw her eyes to him, but not break the skin.

She winced and hesitated for a moment on whether or not she should move, but the creature's sudden preoccupation with her stomach prompted her to raise up and prop herself on her elbows to look at him.

Jessica looked down and was met with the sight of those dark eyes staring up at her while his hand was still firmly planted on her belly. Despite their otherworldly color, his eyes looked softer now. They shimmered in a different way in the lamp light as dark tears collected on the red waterline of his eyes when the tiny spark he felt through her skin reminded him of the child he lost eons ago.

She felt the dampness of his tears on her skin when he turned his head to rest his cheek on her lower stomach, gently nuzzling right where her uterus would be. She tensed when she felt herself be moved when his other hand came up to slide under her lower back, and she swore she heard a low whine come from him when his back rose and fell for a deep sigh as he pulled her closer.

“Baby...” He whispered. The barely audible sound belying the commanding voice that shook the bedroom walls only an hour ago.

“...My baby”.

[maraeffect]

okay just for safety everything in this post is *ALLEGED*.... nothing proven. but.

you know i was talking w my tattooist recently during a session, and brought up that it's pretty obvious that Drake likes/grooms little girls. and he was SHOCKED as in "FINALLY SOMEONE ELSE SAYS IT!". and i'm like...?? where are we at in the world that these celebrities literally groom kids and defend predators who commit atrocities, etc. and they're still allowed to make MILLIONS, be in ads and product branding, etc etc etc.

it's not just him! like we even know celebs that CONFIRMED do this shit!! think like Nicki defending her brother and husband (both are CONVICTED)! fuck on my side of Tumblr, people act like Pete Wentz didn't date a fucking 16yo when he was WELL into his 20s (well known and accepted at the time)! i actually don't think most people know about that one. Mike Fuentes of PTV has gone largely under the radar but he solicited minors and was accused of having sex with a 16yo!! i mean for fucks sake, people were TRIPPING OVER THEMSELVES to publicly humiliate Amber Heard when it's not even deniable that Johnny Depp committed sex crimes against her. i didn't think she was the best person either. but seriously, what happened to believing women and victims the minute people thought they could "pwn" Amber Heard???

it's literally fucking ridiculous that these people still have careers and people just seem to not really give a shit about their pasts. my socials for a month or two now have been INUNDATED with stupid ass Drake clips. i cannot for the life of me understand why people just don't care or choose to ignore it.

[annabtg]

Just popping these here to see what happens 😉

( *best innocent face* )

❝say it again, darling. i dare you❞

❝look at me.❞

❝you're already wet, sweetheart.❞

My dear Athena!

I know you sent me these prompts hoping for Jily smut, but... uh, that didn't go so well. Please don't hate me.

Bellatrix/Lily, 500 words, rated M. CW: torture, rape.

Hands tied behind the back of the chair, legs spread open, bound to each of the furniture’s front legs.

After more than twenty-four hours in this situation, without food or water, the creature has stopped writhing. Its head hangs forward; its dark red hair, damp with sweat, falls limply on either side of its face; its limbs, left uncovered by the Muggle clothing, are pale and weak, unable to combat Bellatrix's magical shackles. All its vigour, gone; and yet its breath comes out heavy, unyielding, clinging to a life that Bellatrix doesn't care to take away, or at least, not so simply.

They need both. The traitor will come back for his creature, they know – and Bellatrix will be ready for him. He's no match for her. Too arrogant, too surrendered to his emotions to be a dangerous opponent. Too dedicated to the filthy creature's earthy charms. What idiot would value carnal pleasures over the pure light of magic?

The creature swallows, wets its lips – the sounds dry and harsh. “Thirsty?” Bellatrix taunts.

It doesn't look up. Bellatrix can tell it's out of stubbornness, not inability.

“I'll give you water if you beg.”

The creature lifts its head ever so slightly; just enough for green eyes to peer at Bellatrix through blackened eye sockets. “Fuck you.”

Bellatrix sneers. She grabs her wand and jabs at the creature’s jaw, lifting it upward. “Say that again, sweetheart. I dare you.”

Lily’s eyes are bright with a clarity that belies their predicament. Pretty lips form the words through white teeth, slow and spiteful. “Fuck. You.”

Bellatrix raises an eyebrow. “I would think –” she almost spits the words “– that I am not the one in that kind of danger here.”

Her wand whips downwards, its tip under Lily’s skirt now. She could rip that pussy apart, take away the only thing the Mudblood is good for.

She is not to be harmed, Master had said. That’s the only thing keeping Bellatrix.

Still, her wand prods further, finds flesh. The Mudblood flinches. It’s fear, not pain.

“Don’t like it?”

“Fuck you.”

It presses in; the Mudblood swallows a whimper.

“What about now?” Bellatrix relishes as her wand slowly dives deeper.

The Mudblood suppresses a heavy groan; teeth clench, eyes shut tight.

“Eyes on me.”

Lily’s eyes open, sudden and forceful; she hacks and spits something thick on Bellatrix’s face. Bellatrix steps back, wand in hand, face contorted with disgust. She casts a cleaning spell on her face, then on her wand itself, which is glistening with pearly fluid.

“I think that’s wet enough for you,” she hisses. “Sweet dreams, darling.”

She shoots a Stunning spell; Lily falls unconscious immediately, head lifelessly dropping over her chest. Bellatrix snorts and walks over to the table; she slams her wand on it and her face scrunches up again.

Vile, worthless, disgusting creature. It dared hurl its filthy spit on her.

Once Master is done with them, she is going to spill that muddy blood slowly, drop by drop.

[ptsdickgrayson]

Ppl adding that fuckin celibacy gif to that “have u ever had consensual sex” poll is so just. Mean. Like I don’t even have words for how terrible that is.. U ppl rlly do hate rape victims huh

[tacticalvalor]

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The Resident Evil brainrot has been real lately, but especially for Ashley. She's such an underrated character in my opinion, and it's sad we don't see her again after RE4. That said, we also don't know a lot about her prior to the events of RE4, and I'd like to tune y'all into my thought process regarding her characterization on the blog.

TW/CW for: Kidnapping, Emotional Neglect, Brief Mentions of Rape

These thoughts come from interpreting both the og RE4 dossiers and the RE4RE dossiers, as the former gives a clear cut explanation to things, and the latter gives a more in-depth expansion on these notes.

One thing that I really think is a huge part of Ashley's characterization is the fact that she comes from a privileged background.

Considering her father was able to secure a seat as the POTUS for two back-to-back terms, we can assume he's had an extensive political career prior. And, if we look at most American politicians, they tend to have privileged backgrounds. Familial wealth, access to higher education, etc. As for Graham himself, his backstory is giving… George W. Bush. I mean:

Quite literally, both served terms from 2000 to 2004.

Both assumed the presidency during a slew of domestic and foreign challenges.

Both were in the presidency when 9/11 happened (yes, that is canon to the RE verse).

Both kick started the "War on Terror" as a result, though Graham's focus shifted to BOWs instead (which that being said, it's still bullshit because we know the WoT was just an excuse for acquiring oil and slaughtering Islamic people).

Then, on top of that, Graham was actively covering up the Raccoon City incident and working WITH the Umbrella Corporation during the Raccoon Trials (striking deals with Wesker for information). And I'm sure similar happened during the Bush presidency, but I'm not versed in that too much… outside the WoT.

But anyway, back to Ashley.

Her father is a career politician. Her mother is… dead, and he never remarried, so I don't imagine she's had a lot of emotional support entering her teen years. And coming from a background like hers, it's not unlikely that when she has opened up about how she feels, she's met with adversity. The whole "You have wealth/everything, you literally have nothing to complain about" argument. Which I get, as someone who's like… very much barely making end's meet. And as a result of that, I'm sure she's developed this mindset where she feels guilty for having these "weaknesses" (which I use the term loosely, because wanting meaningful emotional connections is not a weakness).

Then, on top of that… Kind of examining the fanbase's reactions to her appearance (which is meta and outside of universe, but still), and the fact it was the early 2000s, it's probably also not a stretch to assume that Ashley had to mature quickly as a conventionally attractive person in a position of status. Any attempts at establishing a meaningful emotional connection, outside of being met with adversity, were most likely met with manipulation. An expectation that she had to give herself (re: her body) to men to make up for her sensitivity. She was mature because she had "appeal" to give. And that's just a reality for so many women, back then and to this day. We see that mentality both in RE4 and RE4RE, because Ashley's like… go-to in response to Leon's efforts to help her is to flirt. To play it up a bit and make moves that she thinks he would like (to which he leans into a bit, but ultimately sets that boundary with her that he doesn't want or expect that from her).

So with that in mind… I want to shift to the actual kickstarting event of this all: The kidnapping.

We know from both RE4 and RE4RE that Jack Krauser was the one to kidnap Ashley, and that they (the government) considered the event an inside job.

File on Ashley (RE4)

She was kidnapped by an unidentified group while on her way home from university. The kidnapper's motives are still unknown. Although there's reliable information that the perpetrator is an insider. Only a handful of people know about this kidnapping. It's been kept under wraps mostly due to the fact that we can't determine who the traitor is. The guys in intelligence say they have reliable information that Ashley's been sighted somewhere in Europe. But until we find out who the insider is, I don't know what to believe. It could be a ploy. We have very few leads as to the whereabouts of Ashley. But members of the Secret Service and anyone related to Ashley are being questioned by an investigative team. Even active agents are being investigated for any information. It's just a matter [of time] before the kidnapper is exposed.

File on Ashley (RE4RE)

Contact was suddenly lost with the subject as she made her way home from campus. Soon after, she along with her ex-military bodyguards were reported missing. Upon further investigation, it was determined that she was kidnapped by an organized group and a team was convened. Our intelligence department has confirmed several sightings of the subject in a remote village located in a mountainous region of Europe. One agent was specifically chosen for the task.

Additional Info:

- We have confirmed that the perpetrators received help from an insider. To prevent leaks, this operation will be kept strictly confidential. - Local law enforcement have been brought on board and are providing assistance.

What's implied with these notes, and what we know, is that Krauser himself was the insider.

Which would make sense considering Krauser's position in the military, and his proximity work with Leon prior to the Los Illuminados Incident (re: Operation Javier, which happened in 2002). It's likely he's met Ashley before when being briefed on these missions (considering he was a part of USSOCOM and was the one to train Leon). He would be one of few people to have the ability to gain classified information on her routines and whereabouts if he really needed, and it's entirely possible he might have done prep work prior to faking his death and employing himself with Wesker (that, or he had unnamed contacts who could slide him that information when the task was assigned).

Either way, Krauser had a thought out plan and very easy access to Ashley.

Ashley Graham's Abduction (Jack's Dossier; RE4RE)

Phase 1: Depart from campus with the target. Escort the target as usual until the start of Phase 2. There should be three others inside the vehicle, including Baker. Able's unit will follow behind you in a separate vehicle. Continue to drive your normal route.

Phase 2: Stop the vehicle under pretense of engine trouble. Transfer the target to Able's vehicle.

Phase 3: Able's unit will change course. Subdue and restrain the target. Place the target in a large container.

Phase 4: Baker's unit will create a diversion. Henry's unit will infiltrate the investigation's database and disable their network.

Phase 5: Meet at point K9 and transfer the cargo onto the ship.

And that shit hurts to think about, especially if Ashley was someone who could recognize Krauser (and potentially find security in him). Like. Setting the scene here:

It's probably evening or sometime at night (that's one of the best times to make a move; fewer witnesses and more cover). Ashley's a young woman walking back to her dorm. She's not alone per se, because she does have bodyguards, but are they visible? Or are they tailing? How much attention does someone like Ashley have on her during times like this? Either way, it's scary. We all know what happens to women just trying to exist in public spaces (especially if they're perceived as being alone)… So she sees Krauser, and probably feels a wave of relief! He's a familiar face. He wouldn't hurt her, right? Wrong. He would. He probably made a casual approach to avoid raising suspicion, then grabbed her.

What is the first thing you think went through Ash's mind? Probably the all too common scenario. 'Oh God, I'm about to be sexually assaulted'.

Except she isn't. And for that, there's probably a bit of relief before a nauseating pit of panic sets in. If that's not what he wants, then what the fuck is going on? There's suddenly more men around her. She's being shoved into a vehicle. She doesn't know where they're going. Her team was (probably) killed. And then that realization hits that she can't call for help, and nobody is coming for her. Nobody saw it.

Then, everything with Los Illuminados happens. That shit is TRAUMATIC. She has no idea where she is or who she's with. She has no idea what they want with her, besides talks of infecting her with… God knows what. She's constantly disrespected and insulted, and she has her autonomy violated (again, barring sexual assault, it's more so regarding being moved around like some sort of trophy).

That's why she has that initial reaction that she does to Leon. Sure, he MIGHT be a familiar face to some extent, but she's learned quick that she cannot trust that. If she's seen him, she still doesn't know his intentions. And then, when she does learn them, she feels like she has to overcompensate for her own inabilities (re: the previous points about emotional neglect, sensitivity, and flirtations).

Ashley is just… such a fascinating character. She deserves the world after everything.

[genderkoolaid]

when combating radical feminist/female separatist "males are inherently violent and we can't ever peacefully integrate the sexes" stuff, i think its very important to study up on the concept of "rape-free" societies. specifically check out "A world in which women move freely without fear of men: An anthropological perspective on rape" & the Kreung practice of "love/maiden huts," (read here, here) in which young women would have their own houses built where they could have as many lovers as they want until they decide to get married- and if they didn't want to have sex with a boy, they didn't. in some societies, sexual violence has always been a colonial import.

this quote from the first article's abstract has stuck in my mind since i read it:

Guajiro women of the desert, however, do not live under the cloud of rape, they are not afraid. A personal experience will illustrate that. I remember walking with my guide in the desert late in the evening. It was already after 11:00 PM and we still had some way to go. I felt uncomfortable but said nothing not to upset her. The next day, however, I brought up the issue to avoid such nightly walks in the future. She replied, yes, she had been scared, too. This, of course, confirmed my conviction that the desert was as unsafe for a woman traveling at night as the big cities. When I then mentioned that a man in Europe had attacked me, she looked surprised and replied: “You were afraid of people? Oh no, there is no reason for that. I was thinking of the snakes.” How different our fears had been.

there have been societies where rape simply did not happen, or at least didn't happen to the extent that it was something that people reasonably feared would happen to them. and if this has ever been possible for humans to live like this, then it is possible for us to live like this again. we are animals with choices.