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Bro I love that tumblr and Wattpad have x readers black readers but fuck why does it always have to be about sex. Like why can’t we get a 10k word fanfic about us falling in love and being loved gently with some background drama or action. It’s always sex or rape which is low key weird. Like I get people are into that or write it because of trauma but it’s always sex, violent sex, or just literally rape. Or they’re racist stereotypes in the fanfic which is a whole other story. On Ao3 they’re x reader fanfics that are fun, have adventure, a little bit of drama, and a splash of sex. Also it’s with the same people it’s either attack on Titan, Jujutsu Kaisen, or My hero Academia. Which is cool but it’s usually only them. At this point imma try and make a x black reader fanfic because this shit is exhausting. But I have work so someone dm if they wanna work on a fanfic together because things need to low key change.

Ironic you talk about being raped and yet you request things about sex, make up your mind hoe💔💔

Stupid fucking bitch, you'll be next on my rape list😂 you and all those other faggots that are upset with the truth

The fact you all even find it so offensive is hilarious

Interesting..🧍

That's What You Get (Yandere!Hawks x Pregnant!Reader)

SERIOUS WARNING: This is an extremely disturbing read with themes and topics that include: suicidal tendencies, cursing, verbal abuse, blood, self-harm, infantilism, forced pregnancy, purposeful miscarriage, descriptions of gore, physical abuse and mentions of rape.

Please read with caution as you have been warned of the heavy subjects present in this story.

You wondered to yourself what you did to deserve all of this.

What god had decided to push all their anger unto your poor, unfortunate soul with such mercilessness?

What events led you to meeting a red-winged devil pretending to be an angel?

A hot hand grabbed at your hand without warning, yanking it away from your mouth. A trail of bloodied saliva followed and you only then noticed the familiar taste of blood on your tongue.

"Can you fucking stop?" Dabi hissed, turquoise eyes glaring deep into your hazed ones. "Do you want Hawks to lose his shit again?"

Yes, is what you wanted to say. You wanted Hawks to watch as you bit into your fingers with little thought. You wanted him to see how numb you were from all his abuse. You wanted him to know that he did this.

He was the reason you were broken now.

You didn't answer his question or even bother to truly look at him, only bringing your other hand to your mouth and biting down.

Your nail cracked against your teeth and felt slight satisfaction when Dabi cursed again and had to grab both your hands to keep you from doing any further damage to yourself.

"God dammnit, Y/N!" He growled, grabbing the attention of nearby league members scattered about the hideout. "Can someone please take this stupid bitch? I am not babysitting that hero's fuck doll today!"

Entering the room with a long sigh, Mr. Compress switched places with the purple-skinned villain, a first aid kit in tow.

When Dabi exited from the room, a dry chuckle left you but disappeared just as quickly as it came.

That's how most feelings worked for you now. They'd come and go. You were never allowed to truly feel anything for longer than 10 seconds.

Compress eyed you disappointingly, "It's not funny, Y/N." He scolded as he began to wrap your fingers, "Hawks told you to take better care of yourself. The more you put yourself at risk, the harder this pregnancy will be in the long run.

You stilled at that, nausea rising to your throat at the painful memories of Hawks holding you down against the cold, tiled floor and his warm, smooth cum filling your bruised cunt to the brim despite your cries.

That was followed by many more nights painted the same way.

A month later, you found out you were pregnant after Hawks had tested your toilet water.

The bastard was happier than ever but that happiness went right out the window when he caught you attempting to throw yourself down a set of stairs later that day. You'd even looked him in the eyes as you'd started to fall.

It was too bad that he'd caught you. That fall definitely would've done the trick.

After numerous other attempts, the hero finally decided that while he was gone, someone had to be with you at all times for both you and the baby's parasite's protection.

"Done-" Compress finished wrapping the bandages around you fingers, "-Have you eaten lunch yet?"

No, you hadn't. You hadn't moved from your curled position on the couch since Hawks left way earlier that morning.

To please Compress, you ate a few bites of what he made you and sipped some of the soup Hawks had packed for you.

Soon, you were back in your corner of the couch, filling in the permanent dent that you’d made from sitting there for so long.

You shivered as you hugged yourself.

Despite wearing a sweater and leggings with thick socks, you always felt so cold. Even if you were sweating, you were still cold.

You wondered why that was.

And now that you were left alone with your thoughts, you began to wonder other things.

Was your family regretting giving you to Hawks?

How long had it been since you'd seen them?

Did they even care?

What would they think if you escaped now and showed up pregnant?

Would they even believe you if you told them what Hawks did?

They’d probably think you were a slut.

A good for nothing whore that would do anything to get money.

Your head felt like it was about to explode.

Everything felt so meaningless now.

Why did this happen to you? Why couldn't you get control of your life again?

You placed a hand on your stomach, feeling the small hump that would soon be bigger and heavier in just a few months.

And then you'd have to push it out while it tore your pussy apart. Then you'd have to heal for who knows how long, taking care of a screaming, shitting lump while Hawks goes out and lives however he pleases.

As he always has.

...

Were you really supposed to just sit here and accept that?

That's what Hawks wanted you to do.

But how the hell could you?

"Baby, I'm back!" Hawks beamed as he walked up to you, stealing a kiss to your cheek. His smiled faded slightly, however, when he saw your bandaged fingers, "Aw, (Y/N), were you biting your fingers again?"

You didn't answer. You never really did anymore, much to his annoyance.

He sighed deeply and turned to Compress, asking him about how you'd done throughout the day. His expression only soured further at the villain's words and he glanced down at you with unimpressed eyes.

"Alright, thank you guys again for watching her-" He picked you up bridal style, "We'll be back next week as discussed."

The flight home was eerily quiet. You could tell that Hawks was upset with you. But he couldn't be nearly as upset as you were. But you knew he never thought about how you felt.

Everything was always about him.

When you both got home to his condominium, he sat you on the couch, unwrapping and examining your damaged fingers.

His lips were downturned and his brows were furrowed. His golden eyes weren't as bright as they'd been previously.

He wasn't happy with you at all.

Good.

His face made you giddy for some reason and you couldn't stop the corners of your lips from twitching upwards. It was so great that you could almost laugh with genuine joy.

Hawks' snapped his eyes up to you with wide, unbelieving eyes.

Shit, you must've laughed without realizing it.

No, wait.

You were crying.

"Oh, (Y/N), it's alright.” He cooed, “I know you'll do better for me and the baby next time, right?" That was a threat and you felt your mood plunge at the mention of the baby parasite resting in you. "Right?"

"Yeah..." You mumbled robotically. You could give less shits about the baby.

Hawks wasn't happy with how you'd responded but shrugged it off with a mumble of 'pregnancy hormones' and started to make dinner.

Ever since he’d found out you were pregnant, he made you take it easy. No unnecessary movement, as he liked to phrase it.

“So…” Keigo started, washing some rice in a bowl, “you’ve got your first appointment coming up next week. How’d’ya feel?”

You touched your growing stomach underneath your loose t-shirt. Was it really time for that?

No, no this couldn’t be.

If Hawks made you wait too long, you won’t be able to get rid of it and then you’ll really be stuck.

Nausea came back full force and you retched aloud, stomach curling. You turned away from the table and threw up the little bit of lunch you’d had earlier.

Keigo was by your side in a flash, rubbing your back when you continued to retch and gag.

“The morning sickness is becoming more frequent now, huh?” He asked, “Here, rinse your mouth with some water.” His feathers brought over a small cup of water and a bowl for you to spit into.

After rinsing your mouth out, you glanced up at Keigo, something you hadn’t done in a long time and saw how he visibly brightened when you did so.

“Please, Kei… I don’t-I don’t want this.” You told him honestly, your voice heavy with misery.

He instantly frowned at that, lips turning downwards and eyes going sharp, “What did I tell you about talking like that, (Y/N)? What the hell is wrong with you?!” He snapped, feathers shaking.

You stared at him as if he weren’t there and shrugged, “I guess you won’t know until the baby’s dead.”

“You don’t mean that.” He seemed to be telling himself that because deep down… deep down he knew that you meant it. “(Y/N), you don’t mean that.”

You felt the corners of your mouth lift again, “I’m not going to my first appointment because there will be no baby. Hell, there weren’t even be a (Y/N) to take to the appointment.” Now you were really smiling, no more tears to give.

Hawks feathers shook more, a hopeless look graced his features as he brought a hand to his mouth, “(Y/N), I-“ He looked away from your wide smile and void eyes, he couldn’t stand to look at you anymore, “What is happening to you? A baby is supposed to make you happy! Why isn’t this working?”

He walked away without another word, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

A burning smell caught your attention and you stepped over your vomit puddle to turn off the chicken he was cooking on the stove.

You took the pan off the still hot burner and placed it on the back one.

If only a burn could kill you.

A glint in your peripheral vision caught your eye and you snapped your head towards the sink. Your eyes widened.

There, like the forbidden fruit, sat a large kitchen knife. You realized Keigo must’ve left it when he was arguing with you.

Now was your chance.

You gripped the knife in both your hands.

You hadn’t seen a knife in so long. Keigo had locked them up when you started ‘acting up’.

You lifted it above your head.

Deep breath in.

Hold it.

You swiftly brought the knife down into your stomach. It slid right in like butter and you surprisingly didn’t feel anything.

With a shaky breath, you looked down and stumbled awkwardly as you struggled to pull the knife back out.

Blood started to soak your t-shirt and stain it dark red. A metallic smell clung to the air and you raised the knife above your head again.

This was easier than you’d thought.

You brought the knife down at an angle and groaned, the pressure of your stab felt like a punch.

One more stab should do the trick.

“(Y/N), I got off the phone with your pediatrician,” Keigo started from the bedroom you both shared, “Turns out, you’re just going through a pregnancy depr- (Y/N)!” He screamed seeing the blood on the ground.

Feathers shot towards you and you smiled wildly as you were pinned to the ground.

Keigo turned you on your side and you let go of the knife, letting it stay in your stomach.

There was no need to do anything else. You’d gotten rid of it for good.

He sobbed loudly in your face, his eyes screaming with despair. He didn’t even recognize you anymore, just like how you hadn’t recognized him for a long time now.

His screams of why were only met with one answer.

“Because, that’s what you get.”

Zara SA’d Robby and that is a fact. If you want to argue this please do it somewhere else.

Zara has been interested in Robby since day one and has an obvious beef with Tory. The night Robby gets drunk Zara is in the bar the whole time watching him.

We have one character who has zero tolerance to alcohol drinking several strong alcoholic drinks. And we have a second character who is at the bar the whole time watching him drink and waits until he is alone to go up to him. That’s predatory behavior.

They walk back to the hotel so obviously Zara has plenty of time to see just how drunk Robby is, not that it stopped her. They then go back to her room and it is heavily implied that they have sex.

We might not know exactly what happened but I think anyone who thinks Zara didn’t do something is lying to themself, she’s not shown to be a good person at any point and the idea that she would let Robby just sleep in her room is ridiculous. If they didn’t do something she likely wouldn’t have helped him back to the hotel at all and if you’re trying to justify it as some act of kindness she could’ve easily gotten one of Robby’s teammates or coaches to help him. She could’ve gone to Demetri and Hawk who were still in the bar but she didn’t because she wasn’t trying to help.

And we know Robby was too drunk to consent considering he was too drunk to remember and Zara obviously doesn’t find anything wrong with this fact. She acts entertained by Robby’s confusion and doesn’t fill him in, as long as she remembers everything is fine.

She kisses him, again I think it would be ridiculous to assume that was their first kiss, and he walks away looking pretty horrible. Even the kiss we do see I wouldn’t really consider consensual, Robby is basically unresponsive and his expression when he turns around is not happy.

Robby tries to bring up his concerns and how sick he feels but she just brushes him off and kisses him again. Everything Zara does in that episode is calculated and manipulative, there really isn’t another way to spin it.

And if this doesn’t bother you because Zara is a girl and Robby is a guy or because Zara is pretty or because there isn’t enough evidence I genuinely don’t know what to say.

They blocked meeeee🥺 @dancingisdangerous

Still doesn’t make you right tho 🤣

But it was nice talkin ig

Mens reactions to a story about women being brutally raped while on vacation in Dubai. It shouldn’t surprise me anymore but it always does.

Men are happy enough to share these comments on a public platform, with their real name and photo of themselves. But we are meant to believe they give a shit about consent? We are meant to believe they view women as fully people? Women get condemned for being naive, but what young person isn’t naive and trusting, who doesn’t want to have a good time on holiday? Nothing is said about the men who attack us and rape us.

nah i have scrupulosity ocd and jerking it to fic of toddlers getting raped is wrong end of. get help <3

Sorry to anyone who reads this ask, I will have it tagged. First of all I don't read fics like that, but is it of a FICTIONAL character? Then there is no issue. I'm extremely uncomfortable at the idea of a toddler aged character in a situation like that but I won't harass someone or say it shouldn't exist if it is STRICTLY FICTION. Also I think you lot forget that fictional characters don't look like, and sometimes, don't act like, real people. They are drawn in proportions that would look arguably horrifying if directly translated to real life. They aren't real, nor are they breathing or capable of feeling real pain. They are, essentially, the pixelated equivalent of dolls. Any fictional character can be put into any situation at any age, anytime, anywhere, and it would not cause harm to a real person because that character does not exist. You have to be able to learn to distinguish a real person from a fictional character, they are not comparable to each other. Also, get help right? Whether you believe it or not darkshipping is approved by a lot of therapists as a healthy coping mechanism. If your therapist tells you it isn't good for you to do/utilize, it's because they recognize that those fictional concepts cause you some form of discomfort. They will form their therapy plans around YOUR needs, so everyone will have different coping mechanisms. It not being the best outlet for you doesn't mean it isn't a good outlet for someone else. Alternatively, darkshipping doesn't need to be confined to "it's only acceptable if its for coping", it's fine to like dark content in general. If it wasn't fine, you guys wouldn't freely enjoy horror movies or video games like GTA. As I've said before, if proshippers make you uncomfortable and are apart of your DNI, don't stress yourself out by interacting with me first. Have a good day/night anon

Hope yuo get raped and find yourself wiht a man who will beat you everyday you romanticize peopls trauma fucking weirdo i hate you

First of all, for those of you who didn't know, I don't ship anything besides mine and others selfships, I am just absolutely for every ship existing and being supported. Second of all any dark fictional concepts I enjoy is a reflection of my OWN trauma in some way or another and it helps me process and cope, though darkshipping is still valid even if it isn't for the sake of coping. Third of all I'm not attracted to real people like at all so getting with a man or anyone IRL is highly unlikely. Fourth of all trauma can't be gatekept, when people enjoy fictional darkships or dark scenarios I can assure you they more than likely are not sitting here like 'oh yeah this is this one persons trauma, I will incorporate it into a ship for the sole purpose of romanticizing this said persons trauma' like that just doesn't happen. Either they're coping with their OWN trauma or just find it interesting to explore in fiction. Fifth of all it's absolutely okay to hate or dislike me but interacting with me at all is breaking your own boundaries, boundaries have to be fulfilled by both parties and if you break your own boundary that isn't my fault. Sixth of all this sounds quite personal and emotional so I hope you have a good day and learn to respect your own boundaries so you don't cause yourself and anyone else any unnecessary distress. Bye now.

About Syir, from Pokemadhouse

TW: Mentions of R4pe and Abu53

If you follow me for a while, must have seen my Pokemadhouse rage about Syir The Gardevoir.

But unfortunally i never explained WHY i hate her so much and why my blood boils when i talk about her.

So, here is the big explanation, in topics.

1-So, who is Syir and what did she do?

Syir is a character from Poke Madhouse, a now deleted pokemon comic made by Lily and Mikaila Orchard that talks about a pokemon world and the lives of their ocs and their pokemon in a house.

In this world Gardevoirs are the most dangerous and powerful species of pokemon, and Syir is a Female Gardevoir whose trainer is nothless than Diantha, The Kalos Champion.

And not only that, she and Diantha are implied on being in a relationship, wich in Poke Madhouse world is seen as the worst crime a person can do, even if its consensual. Gardevoirs are the biggest victims in this, as Lily even said People call them "The Waifu Pokemon", and doesnt help they do a thing called Mating Bond, where they use their psych powers to fuse their lives together.

And in this case, if you think they have a very good relationship...

ITS NOT WHAT HAPPENS HERE.

Diantha in the comics is coerced by her Gardevoir into sexual relationships, even using her psych powers to rape her. And she cant escape or cut the bond, as Syir use it to control and track her, like a leash. Also, Syir kills anyone who discovers about the True nature of their relationship, and its implied in some comics that everyone knows the nature of their relationship but dont do anything in fear of getting killed next.

2-Why no one tried to stop her?

A thing from Poke Madhouse is that Gardevoirs are in risk of extinction and have very short lifespans because of excessive breeding to get perfect Gardevoirs and shinies (Basically Lily dissing People who do this). So they are an endangered species. Also, this was Lily decision, without any reason besides "why not?"

There were at least 3 People who gave reasonable plans to defeat her. Poison, Guns, attack with pokemons with type advantage. All good and reasonable things within pokemon universe. However, all Lily answered them was a meme.

This meme

Basically, the answer to everyone wanting to defeat Syir. Literally a "You cant" in form of a bad meme.

Lily says that Syir is too powerful and evil to be defeated, to the point there's nothing anyone can do. Even G and C!Lily couldnt. Hell even Bonnie cant stop her, lily said that if they met Bonnie would cry and hide.

Actually, this will be the final topic, the reason i hate her.

3-Snitches get Stitches

In 2020, Lily added a thing in Madhouse wikia Page of Syir, currently deleted by her. She added a small lore info about Diantha and Syir.

Diantha one day managed to escape Syir and tried to find Help on the last person who tried to stop her Gardevoir: C!Lily.

C!Lily was an enforcer, a kind of pokemon cop, who really tried to stop Syir. However, Syir almost murdered both her and G, wich made C!Lily abandon all investigation she made, and made her terrified of Syir.

Diantha begged her for help, to find a way to save her. But C!Lily didnt wanted to help, because Syir threatened to kill everyone who she loved if she tried anything.

So what C!Lily did?

She gave Diantha back to Syir.

She GAVE. AN ABUSE VICTIM. BACK TO ITS ABUSER.

Now you get it why i feel so much hate towards her?

I dont care about any drama of hers, i cant EXCUSE THAT SHE WROTE SOMETHING LIKE THAT AND WANTS ME TO LIKE HER CHARACTERS.

TO LIKE G, C!LILY OR ANYONE ELSE.

She May have deleted the original pages and only left the nuke attack she gave to Syir.

But i will never forget what she did.

And i will never forgive.

“You’re literally rich and an imperialistic infiltrating American oppressing the good people of the Venezuelan government because you’re literally speaking English and have WiFi”

WTF are u guys talking about??? We are giving information in English because it’s a language that can and will reach more people, I’m sorry that YOU are so stupid to think that because someone knows another language (which in most places is the first to be taught and learned as a second language) it’s impossible for that person to be in a bad situation and oppressed and even then when we make a grammatical mistake or put the wrong word in a sentence you still find a way to make fun of that too?

You guys have done a 180, you’re so liberal and left leaning and fight for so many “rights” that YOU GUYS SOUND LIKE THE FAR RIGHT DICKHEADS YOU HATE!. It’s so fucking stupid to be defending a government literally killing and torturing people for years now, making now two new prisons for everyone who publicly its against them and not even just by protesting but the police is literally stopping people and making them show their phones to them and if they find anything even shit talking the government in a private chat with your best friend that could mean that you’re going to jail and be tortured, how are u guys defending this? Because they said they’re from the left? nEWSFLASH literally every government can be authoritarian!

They’re RAPING WOMEN AND MEN, INCLUDING FUCKIN MINORS! They have the biggest center of torture in latinoamerica, they have done this repeatedly for years and you cannot see it because you’re to focused on yourself and your fucking country! They’re killing us and you can only talk about how bad America is while most of you are American, YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT YOURSELF! The call is coming from inside the house! Get your head off your ass! Be aware of what the fuck is happening! Stop telling US about our own experiences and PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP AcTING LIKE WE ARE WAR CRIMINALS because WE WANT FREEDOM!

🥵🥵

Getting choked and slapped while being fucked hard from behind, pathetically begging him to stop. Feeling the sting of his hand on my ass as he calls me a dirty little slut. “You like that, don’t you? Stupid little toy, you fucking asked for this you know? All those slutty things you like to post online, the tiny clothes you choose to wear. I mean really its hardly r@pe, is it?” he growls in my ear. “You love being my little whore, and you cant deny it.”

I love this plan

Bubbly bimbos with big pretty tits that need me to pick what they wear, what they do, where they go. She's a smart girl when she's off Tumblr. Smart, sweet, beautiful, and reserved. An intelligent little angel who loves to smile and be a little dorky. She's perfect in every sense of the word. I want to make her life easier and make decisions for her. Let her come home and turn her mind off. To go blank and pretty the second the door closes behind her. I want to control her life and make her happy.

Please

I need to control how you dress. What you wear. What you eat. Who you see. Where you go. What you do there. What you like. Who you hate. What you see. I need to be your god. Your owner. Your master and your obsession. I need you to worship me and I know you need someone to beg and belong to. I know what you are, successful beautiful girl that everyone loves degrading itself online for a sick pervert's attention. We both know what you are and that I am the only man who will ever bring you close to happiness.

Please 🥺

I want to control everything about her. Control what she wears, who she sees, where she goes. I want to dress her up like a doll. Like a mindless bimbo doll who needs me to make decisions for her. A mindless helpless toy who lives to serve and worship its master. A beautiful little fuck pet that only knows how to arch it's back and do tricks for me. A pretty little plastic toy.