#like. if you can get pregnant. you can get raped and forced to carry the baby to term and the entire time be in extreme medical danger for

[rebellum]

The weird thing about the "well trans men have it easier than trans women because if you completely pass and go stealth and are gender conforming then you only experience horrific discrimination in medical care!" Is that, like

You know trans women pass too, right

Like that statement is gender neutral

If any trans person, regardless of assigned gender, passes, then they are safer than any non-passing or visibly gnc person

It's like these people think trans women are doomed to never ever be able to ever pass. And it's like. Do you guys... actually talk? To other trans people? Are you part of a trans community? Like, not just reblogging or retweeting stuff, but a community where you know people's names and speak to them and they know your name and speak to you? Cause it seems like you have never spoken to another trans person before.

[melodygatesauthor]

The Only One

Dark - Duke Leto Atreides X f!Reader

Not Beta Read

PLEASE READ TAGS/DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC. THERE ARE DARK THEMES!

Summary

The duke needs an heir, or Caladan will fall under the rule of his enemies. There's one woman is capable of saving the planet...she's the only one.

Tags/Warnings

Disclaimers: This fic does not comply with canon, throw everything you thought you knew about the Dune lore out the window. The duke is (in my opinion) in character for this situation, despite the obsessive tendencies. There is heavy non-con in this fic, it's not for everyone. If you're sensitive to that sort of thing in fanfiction, please keep on scrolling thanks. NSFW, non-con, rape, kidnapping, sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, praise kink, lactation kink, pregnancy, blood kink, cockwarming, forced pregnancy, non-consensual bondage, porn with some plot, smut, creampie, body worship, pregnant sex, oral sex (f receiving), Dark fic, Dark Duke Leto Atreides. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT (that means that what you see in the tags WILL be in the fic, don't act surprised when you get exactly what you were warned about.)

Word Count: 6k

Prelude

After many years of trying for an heir, Duke Leto has begun to give up hope. Without an heir, the emperor threatens to give away his birthright, strip him of his title, and hand Caladan to his enemies. He has been given only one final year to produce a son who will carry on his family name. While searching for someone who could give him what he needs, he happens upon a mysterious woman. The strange woman tells of a prophecy, one that Leto takes very seriously, because he has no other choice. "In a village, not far from here, my lord, there's a girl. She is not of noble birth, but I have seen her future, and she will give you many sons." Duke Leto, a kind and gentle man, would never hurt someone so innocent on purpose, but when faced with the choice of taking you, or losing Caladan to those who meant to oppress it, he must set aside his morality for the greater good...

The duke entered his chambers where you were suspended from the lofty ceiling, as he’d requested his men to do once they found you. A warm smile spread across his face at the sight of you, so beautiful, so scared. Leto stepped forward, nearly jumping when your head shot up and your tear-stained eyes locked on with his. He held one hand behind his back in a regal manner, holding the other out to touch your cheek as he closed in on you slowly.

“W-wh…” you cleared your throat, “where…”

“Shh,” he whispered softly, brushing his thumb over the soft skin of your beautiful face, “you’re safe now. There’s no need to panic.”

Despite his words, it was clear you were terrified, struggling to breath in a normal, even heave. No matter the fear you displayed in your eyes, the duke’s expression remained calm, and filled with adoration.

“I know you’re frightened. It is…expected,” he said softly, standing up straight and casually walking to his wardrobe. “Would you care for some wine perhaps? Or I can call for the doctor, he could provide you with a mild sedative?”

He turned to look at you, your head was hung downward once again, naked body trembling and rattling the chains that held you in place. He wasn’t a cruel man, though he suspected you thought he was. He’d never done something like this before, sending his guards out to retrieve a young woman to keep in his chambers indefinitely. A nearly inaudible sob escaped your lips.

“No need to cry my dear, you’re not in any danger,” he said, beginning to unbuckle his belt, the sound of the metal piercing through the room. “In fact, you’re going to be very well taken care of here. Do you have any idea just how lucky you are?”

You cried harder, sobs becoming even louder as you looked up at him again. He removed his shirt, revealing his warm, sunkissed skin. It was hard to tell, but he appeared handsome through the blur of your tears. You dropped your head again, your neck aching from the position you were in. Your arms were pinned behind your back, body bent forward at the hips, leaving your rear exposed and open. Your thighs ached, legs spread wide, forced open by a metal pole secured between your knees. The ache in your chest from your labored breathing was horrid enough, only made worse by the chains wrapped around you, keeping your torso held upward and parallel to the stone floor.

“You don’t even realize that you are the most important piece to maintaining our way of life of Caladan,” he continued, removing his pants completely and letting them fall to the ground. “I have been unable to find anyone compatible. Perhaps it’s that my genetics are too much for the average woman to carry to term.” He stepped closer to you, cock bobbing heavily with every stride. “But you’re not average, are you my dear?”

“P-please,” you croaked, “I…I…”

“No no, not another word. You’re frightened now, yes, but you’ll soon realize the important work that you were made for,” he walked past you, running his hand along your arm and to your hip as he did. “The important job you’ll be doing for me…”

You whimpered, struggling slightly against your restraints but to no avail. The duke used to pride himself on being an honorable man, and even in this morally reprehensible moment, he felt justified in his actions. He didn’t always like what his duty called him to do, but knowing it was for the greater good, he would do almost anything.

“You see my dear,” he cooed, “you were found for me, a beautiful, fertile woman who is prophesied to give me many children…” he leaned into your ear, “many.” His tone turned to a low rumble. “So even though this may seem sudden, you will realize with time that you’re fulfilling your purpose…your destiny.”

His right palm splayed over the globe of your cheek, moving toward where your body was spread in two. He didn’t like hearing you cry, but he knew it was inevitable. No normal girl would consent to being abducted and restrained in a man’s bedroom, not even the duke’s bedroom. He saw your puckered hole, and he pressed his index finger to it gently, inciting a gasp from you, followed by the rattling of the chains. You cried out, begging him to release you, but your wails fell on deaf ears.

“I know you care about Caladan, our people. I know you care about the Atreides legacy, and you know…” he spit between your crack, letting his warm saliva trickle from your rim down between your folds, “you know I need a strong, healthy heir.”

Leto positioned himself behind you, using his hand to fist the fat tip of his cock at your glistening entrance. The metal pole keeping your legs spread for him creaked with tension as you struggled to close your thighs, a pointless endeavor. He sighed heavily, gliding his head between each crevice of your pretty little cunt, making himself slick with your arousal.

“You must think me to be a cruel man, but you’re mistaken darling. I don’t want to hurt you, and if you’ll relax this will be much less painful for you.” His breath was ragged with an almost animalistic desire. “You must understand, however, that I care far too much about the future of my people not to provide them with an Atreides heir.”

No matter how hard you tried to escape the flesh splitting thrust of his wide girth, your attempts were futile. A pained scream echoed off the walls of his chambers, followed shortly by the warmth of your blood against his thighs as he slapped them against yours loudly. He wasn’t trying to hurt you, but he wanted to get your first time over with, and not drag it out any longer than necessary. He slowed down after a moment, once your screaming turned to soft whimpers.

“You’re doing so well…” he huffed through his nostrils harshly “…I know this isn’t easy for you,” Leto leaned forward, grabbing one of your hanging breasts in his large hand, pinching the nipple gently, “b-but your body was built for this…it was built for me…”

“No, n-no…” you trailed off, feeling your head fall back down, neck aching still from the strain. A small moan left your lips, despite your attempts to keep it in.

“O-oh sweetheart is…is it starting to feel good?” The roll of his hips remained at a steady pace. “That’s wonderful, it will help with the pain, and your time will be more enjoyable for you if you can gain some pleasure from this as well, I don’t want you to feel misery if I can help it.”

“S-stop, please, my lord…”

“Shh,” he whispered softly, continuing to palm at your breast.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips against the soft skin of your spine. He could feel your tied-back hands fidgeting against his ribcage. His free hand moved to your left hip, holding it tightly to angle himself deeper.

“I’m going to fill you with every bit of me , every-single-drop,” he punctuated each word with a harder thrust. “I need to make sure you get it all, need to make sure it takes…mmph!”

Surely your noisy whimpers could be heard in the halls, yet no one came to help you. They all knew what was happening in there. You were to be the mother of the next Atreides heir. You would be made to bear child after child for the legacy obsessed duke. A breeding vessel for a desperate nobleman, torn between his kind nature and his need for the security and wellbeing of his people.

“The emperor will take everything I have if I can't secure my bloodline. He’ll give it t-to the…” he whimpered and gulped deeply, “Harkonnens, and I can’t let that happen to my people.”

You could hear nothing over your whimpers save for the wet slapping of his skin against yours as his pace quickened. You didn’t know what he was going on about - destiny, legacy, an Atreides heir? - He snapped forward again, a gravelly rumble falling from his chest. He moved to an upright position, letting your breast hang loosely once more. You wailed loudly, the feeling of his thick fingers leaving their impressions in the flesh of your hip.

“M-my lord, my lord…it hurts so…s-so-much-s-sir!”

“I know, but you’re taking me so well anyway aren’t you?” He looked down where your puffy little hole swallowed his crimson painted cock. “Look at that.”

His index finger touched where you were stretched around him, that little bit of skin that held onto his cock like it never meant to let go. You whimpered, chains rattling around you as your body involuntarily moved, only serving to sink you down further on his length once more. He could hear you hyperventilating, a panic-stricken whine punching out of your chest that he felt a tad guilty for inciting.

Until he remembered what your purpose was…the reason he’d had you brought to his castle in the first place.

He reached an arm around your leg, sinking the pad of his finger into the wet, bloody mess between the slippery lips of your cunt. In the sea of your arousal, he found the swollen bud that made your walls flutter around him. You gasped, and seemingly on their own, his hips slid forward, chasing that delicious feeling of your body finally accepting him, pulling him deeper inside.

“You like that don’t you?” He bit his lip, a breathy chuckle escaping through his teeth with the knowledge that he’d found a way to settle your terror, if only for a moment. “I promise, no matter how terrible this may be, that I won’t allow you to stay like this…and-s-suffer-oh-my…”

He felt your body squeezing tighter, walls contracting around his cock. He thrust forward again, shuddering at the way you were taking him, pulling him deeper, like your body was begging for his cum, like you needed him to feed your hole until you were stuffed and overflowing.

“Mmm-m-my-lord…p-please–”

Your tone was different now, more sultry and full of desire. It was good to hear you like that, moaning instead of crying, grunting with pleasure instead of pain. This would be so much better for you once you gave in, he knew that much. He could give you everything: make your body shake with orgasm after orgasm, clothes made from the finest silks, and comforts that were reserved for only the lords and ladies of Caladan.

“Your pleas don’t go unnoticed sweetheart, don’t think me cruel, I wouldn’t do this if the circumstances were different,” he huffed, breathing becoming more ragged with every glide of his hips. “I need you…Caladan needs you–needs-you-full-ah!”

The smooth roll of his hips slowed as his seed spilled into you. You felt it, warm and slick as it coated your insides white. You felt a sensation you’d never felt, rolling over your entire body and pooling in your core, causing your legs to shake and your mind to go blank. It was euphoric; a reprieve from the pain you’d endured for what felt like hours, but couldn’t have been more than several minutes.

Leto felt your pussy walls squeezing, crushing down over his girth in waves while you moaned. What a sweet sound, one that made him feel mental relief that he’d given you something in return for your suffering. His finger slowed around your hardened clit, letting you come down slowly from your high.

As your pleasured whines subsided, you thought he would remove himself from you, letting your hole relax after such an ordeal, but he didn’t. The duke stayed there, hips pressed flush against your rear, making no motion to release you from his hold. You moved slightly, but he gripped tightly on your hips, keeping you firmly in place.

“No, no darling, no.” His voice was calm but raspy, still settling after his climax. “I’m going to stay like this for a moment longer, just to make sure it takes. We wouldn’t want to waste it.”

He looked down, seeing the way your body had bled on his, coating his pubic hair in a deep red shade. He felt for you, truly he did, but once you realized what an honor it was to be in your position, he knew you’d find it was worth the sacrifice. Your breathing was slowing, going back to normal, and after several moments he pulled back, letting his limp cock fall from where it had torn you open. 

You groaned, feeling yourself become empty all at once. Your head hung down, neck finally too tired to hold it up any longer. You heard the duke tsk behind you, his palms pressing against your cheeks and spreading them further. The sound of dripping cum on the floor echoed through the room.

“Let’s keep it all inside, sweet one, I need you to give me a son,” he pushed his spend back inside you with his finger, what little was still there and had not fallen to the floor.

You winced and hissed, the metal holding you in place rattling once more. His thick middle-finger slid in deep, Leto shuddered as your hole clenched in response. He could hear you crying, a soft, defeated sound he wished one day would stop. But he couldn’t expect that from you, not now as he broke you in for the first time. He expected you would be like this for a while until you were used to him, used to his size, used to the way he kept you as full as possible, as often as possible.

“Your body handled me very, very well darling,” he said, idly fingering you as he spoke, continuing to push his spend back inside you. “Looks like I’ve made quite the mess of you, but don’t worry, I’ll have you cleaned up in a moment.”

He kept true to his word, once he was thoroughly satisied he’d kept his cum in you long enough, the duke turned onto his back, positioned himself between your thighs, and propped himself up on his elbows so his lips could reach your cunt with ease. A gasp shot from your lungs, the feeling of his warm mouth enveloping your sore folds bringing comfort to the ache. You moaned, a sound that represented more than just sexual pleasure, but a sound that told him you were at least accepting your fate…for the moment.

He was right, there was no more fighting, and it was clear your words weren’t going to change his goal oriented mind. His desire to have an heir was stronger than his desire to act honorably. His tongue went flat, you felt it soothing the tear of your hymen, then dragging upward and flicking once it reached the peak of your folds. You exhaled a sigh, cunt throbbing in response to the way he lapped at you masterfully.

“You know not many,” he kissed your pussy lips, “can say,” another peck, “they’ve been lucky enough to carry such an important role for Caladan. Even I’m not as important as you are right now.”

His hand reached up and pressed against your stomach while his mouth continued to melt into your cunt, soothing you even more as he cleaned you. He never felt such pride as he did in that moment, knowing that this was a good effort, even if it didn’t take. The sheer amount that he ate from you, in combination with his already discarded seed on the floor underneath him, gave the duke a sense of relief to know that he was producing sufficiently on his end. It wouldn’t take long for you to give him a healthy child, if you were indeed the girl the old woman had told him about.

You whimpered still when his tongue would touch your wound, though it was always followed with the relief of him dragging it over your clit. He slurped quietly as he continued, not making an indication that he would be stopping any time soon, despite the likelihood of you being clean already. The hand on your stomach moved, reaching up and cupping your breast, holding it and squeezing softly.

“Oh, my lord, y-yes…”

Despite yourself, you couldn’t deny the heat pooling at the base of your abdomen once again. Was it even worth trying to deny the way it felt? He was the Duke of Caladan after all. If he wanted a hundred concubines tied up to his ceiling he could take them, and no one would stop him. You should be grateful it was he who took you, and not someone who might’ve been much more cruel in their claiming of your body.

He hummed into your folds, breathing heavily through his nose as he did. His hand slid over to your waist, gripping around you and holding tight. The vibration from his moans, and the brush of his peppery beard against your thighs was causing your body to near release once more. That would only be the second time in your life that you’d felt it, and you wanted it more than you could bear.

“Mm, let yourself go my dear, I only want you to feel good from now on, now that I broke you in a little.”

His mouth never left your cunt as he spoke, his words only serving to draw your next climax from your body faster. You felt it fall over you, warm and heavy, making your body melt once more, going limp save for the involuntary crashing of your walls around the emptiness the duke had left behind. He didn’t stop until he was sure you were fully satisfied, head hanging down again and breathing returned to normal. 

With a grunt he rose from beneath you. You heard him padding on his bare feet to the wardrobe on the far side of the room. If you turned your head just a little you could see him, much clearer now than before. He looked at you as he put a loose cotton shirt over his shoulders, then leaning down to pull his trousers over his legs.

“You’re simply the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said in a gentle baritone, moving back to kneel in front of you. “I do not kneel for many, but I’ll kneel for the mother of my children.”

You strained your neck to look at him once again. He cupped your cheeks to help you, seeing your struggle and feeling sorry for the part he played in your suffering. He kissed your forehead, feeling the salt from your sweaty brow upon his lips.

“I’ll return every day, at least until I’m sure you’re pregnant,” his lips curled into a compassionate smirk, “then I’ll let you rest while your belly grows.”

He stood, striding to the washroom and leaving you hanging there, like a prized animal on display. Before long, the same men who’d captured you returned, undoing most of your bonds, save for the ones holding your hands behind your back. They weren’t rough, just like before when they’d abducted you. You felt your entire body sigh, your bones and muscles feeling relieved to fall back into place. 

You weren’t sure when exactly you’d conceived. It must’ve happened at some point between that first time when he tore you apart, and the following month when your period didn’t arrive when it should’ve. By then you’d become, not unlike, a piece of furniture in Duke Leto’s chambers, restraints much less restrictive and painful than your first meeting. Only a week after he’d broken you, you’d become more willing for him, crying less when he came to take you. 

“I don’t want you to feel like a prisoner here, despite your situation, and since you’ve become so compliant, I think I can afford to make you more comfortable,” he’d explained.

And so he had you moved to the bed. Though you weren’t completely free. That was a risk the duke could not afford. So he had metal cuffs around your wrists, and chains that connected them to the stone wall behind the bed. You could move easier, but you could never leave.

When another week went by, two weeks after your torment began, he was swelling with pride, seeing you spreading your legs upon his entry into his chambers without prompt. You said you appreciated the silken evening dress he’d had the servants craft for you, the one that fell open on either side of your hips when you presented your cunt to him. He wasn’t supposed to love you - it wasn’t necessary for him to love you - but he felt himself overwhelmed with feelings he couldn’t contain every time he saw you.

Three weeks after that first meeting, you kissed him. It was clear he’d been holding back, allowing you to maintain some level of autonomy, despite having taken your body for himself so many times. He couldn’t, and wouldn’t, force you to be intimate with him if that wasn’t what you wished.

So it was a shock when he was several moments into fucking you, cock sliding wetly along your walls in a desperation to fill you with him again, and you grabbed his face on either side. His hooded eyes shot up, meeting with yours but then quickly flicking down to see your precious lips closing in. You closed your eyes, and so did he, and everything seemed to slow down for a moment, including the pace that he thrust into you.

The slow roll of his hips was heavenly, and was soon accompanied by the feeling of his hand on the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss, gliding his tongue inside your mouth so he could taste you. The duke filled you faster than ever that night, being so engulfed in the moment that he couldn’t hold on any longer.

And now, it was just over a month beyond your arrival to Castle Caladan, you were sitting with the physician while he examined you, confirming that yours and the duke’s efforts had been fruitful.

The way Leto looked at you in that moment, was a look you’d never seen before. His dark brows turned up and stitched together, soft lips parted just before a smirk curled over them. He held your chin between his thumb and forefinger, the glossy sheen of tears apparent in his eyes.

“After years of trying to produce an heir, I finally found a perfect vessel, such a precious thing,” he cooed, touching your stomach before leaning in and finding your lips with his own. “My most wonderful treasure.”

Leto heard nothing else as the doctor murmured about you, voice seeming background to where his focus lied. Part of him was still shocked that the old woman was right. She told him in his search of her prophecy that you, a normal village girl, would produce many sons for him, and she was right. 

That night, the duke did everything he could for you. His kisses were softer, less desperate and more deliberate. His hands didn’t grab your flesh as a means to hold you, but rather to feel you. And when he sunk his cock into you, he did so in a way that emphasized your pleasure over his own, angling for those spots that made your body quiver.

You may not have been of noble birth, but to the duke, that night you were his empress. There wasn’t an inch of your skin that hadn’t been brushed by the coarse hair of his bearded chin. He worshiped you, giving you an evening dedicated to only your satisfaction.

For many weeks he would come into his chambers and ramble on about how proud he was, and how well you were doing. He would whisper the most depraved, while beautiful, things in your ear about how the people of Caladan owed you their lives, and how he couldn’t wait until it was time to breed you all over again. All of that praise was nothing though, not compared to the way he looked at you after coming back from his trip to Arrakis.

When he walked into his chambers, and you were there on his bed, only a couple short months away from birth, he stopped dead in his tracks. He felt like the words were trapped in his throat, and his feet were stuck to the floor. All he could do was stare, and take in the beauty before him. You were simply radiant, pregnant belly full with his son, his heir; swelling breasts nearly spilling out of your dress.

Once he found the ability to move again he slowly walked over to you, taking off his coat as he sat beside you.

“Look at you…” his voice trailed off.

“Hello my lord,” you greeted softly.

His hand reached for yours, and he was quickly reminded that you’d been a captive there, metal cuffs still wrapped around your wrists, rattling as he held you. He felt a pang in his chest, wanting desperately to release you. Every time the thought crossed his mind though, he worried you would run. You didn’t seem like you would try to leave, having become much more docile since your arrival months ago. There was also the glaring fact that you were pregnant, and it wouldn’t be easy for you to get away even if you managed to pass every one of the guards who might see you before reaching the doors of Leto’s home.

There was always that small chance though, no matter how slim, that you would leave. It was a risk he couldn’t afford to take.

He looked back at your body, eyes wide and trained on your stomach. The duke leaned in, kissing just above your navel, a satisfied hum escaping his lungs as he did. It was hard not to like him, and that was what you hated about him the most. The man was dedicated to his people, to his title, and his legacy more than anything. The longer you were around him, and the more time you’d spent under his care, the more you’d begun to understand your purpose within his walls.

The idea of the Harkonnens, or any other house for that matter, claiming the right to Caladan, should House Atreides produce no heir, was a frightful one. He broke you from your thoughts, eyes trailing up your chest and to your eyes. Your breath caught in your throat, he looked so handsome, lips slightly parted with a few stray hairs falling into his dark eyes. Despite holding you captive for the sole purpose of breeding an heir from you, you’d begun to fall for Leto Atreides, against all odds.

“My sweet girl, my darling, you’re doing so well, growing my child in your womb. I couldn’t have asked for a better woman to give me a son, to give House Atreides its heir,” he whispered, cupping your cheek, bringing his forehead to yours. “I’ve been disappointed so many times.”

“Thank you my lo-”

“No sweetheart, no, shh…” he pressed a finger to your lips gently before replacing it with a tender kiss, “you should be worshiped by Caladan, it's people…I want to worship you.”

His hand grabbed at your waist, pulling you against him into a deeper kiss. You felt his growing arousal against your thigh, followed by an involuntary rut of his hips. You whined, trying not to be bothered by the incessant ache in your chest, your engorged tits becoming too heavy and painful to bear. It was hard to focus on the duke’s soothing touch when you felt such discomfort.

He stopped kissing you, looking at you with concern, “are you alright sweet one?” His eyes trailed to your tits, “are they sore? Oh you poor thing.”

You nodded and whimpered, wincing as he pulled one of your straps down and pulled a heavy breast from its confines. Your puffy nipple had a bead of white sitting on it, threatening to trickle down the mound. His pink tongue darted out, lapping up the milk that nearly fell from your breast, and humming in approval of its taste.

“Let me help you my dear,” he said softly, leaning in and latching his mouth over your chest.

You gasped at first, the coarse brush of his beard stinging against the sensitive skin, but it very quickly gave way to a much better, more soothing sensation. You sighed in relief, feeling him suckling at your flesh, drawing out the milk that had been causing your breasts to swell beyond belief. He moaned against your skin, rolling his hips idly as he did. This was very unusual for him, to be so needy and desperate for you, clinging onto your body the way he was.

In the past, Leto would’ve just taken you if he wanted to, but with your body so soft and full with his child, he would resist. Of course he knew you could take it, you weren’t made of glass, but he wanted to give you nothing but comfort, emptying you instead of filling you with more than he already had in the past. He felt your hand reach up and grab the back of his head, delicate fingers massaging between his peppery locks.

“Mm, my darling, so sweet,” he muttered against your tit, a little milk dribbling down his lips.

You felt his hips moving more, now more deliberate before, as though he were accepting of his primal urges to find release, rather than suppress it, but still unwilling to ask you for help.

“It’s alright my lord, you haven’t…mmph…you haven’t been satisfied in some time. Do what you must.”

Even though he was trying to remain stoic and refined, your permission was all he needed to throw all that aside. With his free hand he tugged at his belt, keeping his lips pursed around your nipple as he did. You heard the unmistakable clanking and rattling metal as he found success, pulling the leather from the loops and tossing it to the ground. His dexterous fingers then made quick work of his pants, pulling them to his thighs.

Leto Atreides was a nobleman, not one to give in to such animalistic delights so easily, but something about drinking from your chest, and how perfect you were serving him and his house with your pregnancy made him feral for you. His hands were shaking as he tried to bring his cock to your hole. He’d done it so many times before, why was he struggling now?

“Sir…” you pushed him off your breast, biting your lip at the sight of him as he looked up at you.

His eyes were hooded, milk-drunk and heavy. The lips that had been suckling for a while were now pink, puffy, and covered in a white, glossy sheen. You lifted your leg, sliding yourself into a position that you were both parallel to one another. You wrapped your leg around his hip, angling his fat tip to your slippery entrance.

“You’re too precious, too g-good…oh…” His hips stuttered forward, opening you wide around his cock once again.

You hadn’t been with him in so long, your body had nearly forgotten how to take him. You winced, needing to readjust once again, but he was patient, holding himself flush against your hips while your walls moved aside for his girth. He let out, what sounded like, a low growl as he mouthed at your neglected tit. His hips remained in place, making no attempt to retreat, nor to glide in further. His cock rested there contentedly, throbbing every now and then.

He gulped, humming into your breast as he drank more, the ache in your chest slowly subsiding with every moment that passed. Eventually he moved his hips lazily, pulling back after a time before rolling back forward.

What the duke was feeling with you in that moment was more than a simple sex act. What he felt now was comfort, his cock buried in your soaking, slippery heat, and his lips pursed around your nipple. Leto swirled his tongue in a slow roll over your peaked mound, taking a moment to inhale several shaky breaths before going in for more.

The way he drew more and more milk out of you was causing your body to relax further, your walls becoming more open to his slow movements and deep strokes. A low moan escaped you, forcing his eyes to shoot up, still so dark in their feral hunger. You tugged his hair, forcing him to pull off your breast with a loud pop. Without hesitation, you kissed him, filling your mouth with a combination of your sweet fluids and the duke’s own signature taste 

“You’re like no other. Not a day goes by that I don’t want to hold you close sweetheart…”

He brushed his nose against yours, eyes moving slowly from your lips, to your eyes, and back again. A swell of emotion poured through him, his desires going beyond just wanting to give you his seed, but it was something more. Your last name…it was wrong. He never wanted to take a wife, in fact, he’d vowed never to do such a thing, but you’d changed the very fiber of his being from the moment he’d found you.

“After my son is born, I’ll give you the best gift I can, the only gift I can give a woman of such importance…oh my…g…”

The duke lost himself, holding you tightly against him, though careful not to squeeze against your stomach too harshly. His choked moans vibrated against your chest while he filled you, pumping your body with his cum once again. You felt your own climax wash over your body, inspired by his own, drawing everything it could from him as it did, both of you a trembling, moaning mess.

He sighed with contentment after his mind cleared. He looked at you once more. 

“I’m going to keep you,” he kissed your lips breathlessly, “I’m going to keep you here with me. I’m going to give you my name, and until the day I die you’ll be mine, my precious thing.” He pecked you again, and then pressed his lips to your stomach.

“I can’t wait to have your name, sir, and to be able to walk around the castle freely,” you said softly.

Leto’s blood ran cold. 

Walk around freely…

Perhaps you’d misunderstood him, in fact, he was certain of it. He could see how his words may have been misconstrued. Evidently he would need to be more clear with you. The duke’s gaze darkened when he looked back into your eyes.

“My sweet girl.” He cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead. “Until the day you are barren, I cannot risk any harm to you, nor your body.” His words were chilling, but his gaze was warm. 

“You’ll never leave this room, so long as I can help it.”

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[genderkoolaid]

Different anon, please assume good faith I'm not trying to troll or bait: would it still be reasonable to agree with a statement along the lines of like..... "All sexual assault and rape is traumatic, full stop. In addition if a person is capable of carrying their aggressor's child and especially if they're unable to abort it, this can add an extra dimension of trauma on top of an already deeply disturbing situation. This is true of all overlaying factors in sexual assault, such as relation to the perpetrator, transmission of STIs, and other layers of trauma." I'm a deeply tokophobic trans person capable of pregnancy and childbirth and sometimes I wonder how to talk about my deepest fears without sounding like I'm dismissing the experiences of people who don't have that. I think it's worth recognizing how pregnancy can worsen the situation without acting like it's uniquely awful, I suppose

Oh yeah absolutely!

Forced pregnancy is a unique sort of hell and obviously one that only some people are physically capable of experiencing. The problem comes when the ability to experience forced pregnancy is seen as Proof that you are really a woman/oppressed by misogyny. It's very short-sighted, which transphobic feminism has to be because if it considers misogynistic oppression using a wide variety of factors, it's obvious that trans women&fems are very much affected on a profound level. The same thing often happens in reverse to trans men&mascs and other trans people: folks narrow down misogyny to one or two selective experiences to "prove" that certain groups aren't really oppressed by it. It's all just pointless, sectarian trauma-measuring.

Also while on this topic: it doesn't cause the same kind of physical experience, but being forced to impregnate someone else is also a unique hell. I am frankly glad that I don't have to stress over having sex with someone and potentially getting them pregnant because that sounds stressful as hell. That's part of the reason I think it's so important to get better spermicidal birth control; it's not just to benefit people who can get pregnant, it's also a level of control over ones reproductive abilities that everyone should have. Especially people in abusive relationships who may have concerns about their partner sabotaging condoms/lying about their own BC.

[captain039]

PART 5 Predator grounds (Cooper Howard)

Alpha!Cooper Howard (pre-war)x omega!reader

Alpha!Cooper Howard (The Ghoul) x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB dynamics, vault tech things, forced heats/ruts, eventual smut, age gap, angst? Experiments, needles, drugs, talks of pregnancy, first times, anxiety attacks, anxiety, forced claiming, mentions of rape

The lights are the only indication of a day beginning and ending. It’s been two weeks in here now, you and your alpha had mated about five times now, each time more than the last. Your heat isn’t dying down though like you thought it would, it’s exhausting your body and mind. Cooper feels it too, he’s been in an induced rut for two weeks as well without any breaks. It’s hard to focus each day and when you crawl into his lap to take care of yourself you feel like you’re using him.

It’s the beginning of week three, you hate everything especially yourself for what’s happened, the first time was so special, felt special and now you’re just using your alpha. You lay on the couch despite Coopers efforts to move you, he sits on the bed book in hand as he struggles to concentrate and read. You don’t know how they’re keeping you in an induced heat, but you feel like if it goes on any longer you will die. You cry yourself to sleep most nights hating yourself hating these feelings, when Cooper notices some nights he tried to comfort you and you snap at him. You hate it here, hate what they’re doing to you. You’ve stopped eating the meals being sent to you, glaring at the man who delivers them, cursing him out a few times too. Cooper try’s to get you to eat, he’s raised his voice a few times before he pretty much puts himself in the corner like a time out. You’re starving, but what you also notice is your heat dying down. Cooper still eats and isn’t coming down from his rut. The third day you put it together that it’s the food and just as Coopers about eat breakfast you slap the spoon out of his hands.

“The hell?!” He says.

“I’m sorry, sorry I- it’s in the food, the forcers!” you say and he frowns staring at the food, leaning down to sniff it.

“You won’t be able to sniff it or taste it” you add.

“We’ll just have to eat the crackers or snacks in the cupboard hopefully they aren’t affected, it’s all pre-packaged anyway, doesn’t look open” you get up and raid the cupboard, bringing it down to lay it on the table.

“I can’t do this anymore Coop if I continue this heat I’m going to die” you feel tears in your eyes.

“I’ve been so cruel to you, used you I’ve pretty much raped you” you take a shuddering breath and he stands arms going around your shoulders and tugging you to his chest.

“You haven’t sweetheart, you haven’t done anything I didn’t want, I’m just tired” he mutters against your head with a small sigh as you cry against his chest.

You both stop eating the food, throwing it out as soon as it comes but it takes the vault two days to notice. You survive on whatever snacks are provided in the cupboard and they don’t seem to have any forcers in them. Cooper seems more himself, he isn’t as tired anymore and your energy is coming back. By the sixth day though your room is breached in the middle of the night. You’re grabbed from the bed and before Cooper can even throw a punch he’s tranquillised and on the floor. You scream and struggle against the guards hold as they carry you through the vault and into a medical area. They strap you down to the bed with force, they all have masks on, covering their faces with reflective visors.

“You’re not completing your role anymore” the man in the white suit says needle in hand.

“Neither are you pregnant” he adds as he comes over and injects something into your arm.

You feel tears in your eyes as you struggle and wiggle till you feel your body going limp and your eyes slipping shut.

There’s a blaring alarm, red flashes behind your eyelids and a horrid chill in your bones. You gasp and open your eyes, falling out of whatever you were in as the doors open and onto the floor. You cough and suck in deep mouthfuls of air. You shiver at the coldness in your body and glance back to what you came out of. A cyro-pod, still with some cold fog in it rolling out.

“Hey!” You glance to the call seeing a woman rushing towards you also in a blue vault suit.

“You ok? Gosh I didn’t think anyone else was alive” she smiles helping you up as you just frown.

“Our pods have failed, the whole vault is in critical failure were the only survivors so far” she checks the other pods hearing ‘Crypgentic failure” for each one over the PA system.

“My names Nora” she goes back to you offering a kind smile again. You shudder a bit rubbing your hands over your arms as you introduce yourself.

“Where are we? I don’t-“ your mind reels back, getting taken in the middle of the night, then tranquillising Cooper. Cooper…

You check the pods in a rush ignoring the woman, none of them are Cooper and you breathe in relief.

“How many more pods are there? Please I need to see if they’re holding my mate” you beg and her eyes sadden and she nods leading you through the vault. You look at her number Vault 111 and you frown slightly, you were from Vault 18 how did they move you?

As you go through three rooms of pods you don’t see any Cooper Howard, in fact you don’t know any of these people.

“Not him” you mutter as you check the last pod.

“I’m sorry I know how it is to loose a mate” she says her voice saddened.

“Mine was across from me, with my baby” she whispers and your heart breaks. You hardly know the woman but you bring her in for a hug and she accepts, easily hugging back.

“I’m not from this vault” you tell her as you pull apart.

“I was from Vault 18” you explain seeing her frown.

“How did they get you here?” She questions and you shrug.

“I don’t know, me and my mate figured out they were putting Heat and Rut enforcers in our food so we stopped eating and they took me away one night and tranquillised him” you shiver at the thought arms crossing over yourself.

“How long has it been?” You ask.

“Let’s check the vault there might be answers” she says and you nod.

you follow Nora through the vault, trying to process everything that’s happened. Nobody’s alive in the vault, they’re all skeletons, everything is rusted and broken. You finally find the entrance, more death and worn out equipment. She goes over to the console, picks up something from the dead skeleton and hooks it up to the console. Alarms blare again as the PA voice speaks.

“Please stand back, vault doors opening” it says as you watch the machinery open the door and the rails move.

“Is it safe?” You ask her.

“Guess we will find out” she mutters as you stare at the small bridge. You cross with her and into the elevator.

“Enjoy your return to the surface and thank you for choosing vault-tec!” The PA calls as the elevator shakes and rises.

Surprise xD

[anamericangirl]

So do you think abortion is okay if the mom is a raped 10 year old?

I've answered this several times on my blog so forgive me for being brief about it - if you want a more in depth answer you can search the abortion tag on my blog.

But no I don't. My stance on abortion is not based on who the mother is, it's based on the fact that regardless of the circumstances of conception the unborn are fully human and fully alive from the moment they exist and their lives are every bit as valuable as the mother carrying them.

People who advocate for 10 year olds to get abortions are advocating for the wrong thing and it shows they don't really have any knowledge about what abortion entails. Abortion is not safe, even for the mother.

Rape is a horrible, violent crime and it needs to be dealt with, but we don't deal with it by continuing the cycle of violence and murdering an innocent child. That doesn't undo the trauma of rape. No child should be pregnant to begin with. No 10 year old should have to give birth but also no 10 year old should have to have an abortion. That's not a magical baby eraser. It's an incredibly invasive and delicate procedure that is not safe for a child to undergo.

Pro-aborts don't like to hear this because they're allergic to the truth, but it's safer in this instance to go through the natural pregnancy cycle closely monitored by doctors than it is to force a child's body to prematurely birth a human corpse. An abortion might temporarily help relieve emotional stress and that's typically all pro-aborts care about since they can't use facts that have to rely on emotion to make their arguments, but it's not physically safe for a child to go through and it doesn't offer any of the help or healing that the child needs. All it does is kill a baby and that is never ok.

[louspinx]

Implied Rape / and SA in WC

For fuck sales I'm sorry, but people who think that rape and sexual assault don't exist among warriors are complete morons. Somehow you can fathom the idea of pedophilia and grooming, and genocide and such other topics in the books, but someone's rape is where it's pushing the lines and that it's a stretch. You people are actually weird. So as a sexual abuse victim, I'm going to give my perspective on this because I'm actually sick of it. 

To start, I want to say that rape will not always be outright forced. Coerced consent is rape. Pressured consent is rape. Befriending women for motives beyond an actual relationship and for just sex is rape because you are essentially leading through a process of desensitization, manipulation, and Coercion. And to add on using physically abuse to scare your victim into fulfilling your needs and this applies here considering Tom does just that.. Quite literally, it is a premeditated sexual assault. 

Marital rape is a thing where they pressure or coerce their spouse into doing sexual deeds despite them not wanting to. In this case, Tom played the nice guy and pretended like he loved her until they got into a relationship so he could get sex out of her. Yes. These cats have sex because, quite literally, it is implied every time it says, "I'm expecting kits" or "I'm carrying kits." 

They know what sex is. Though it's not explicit in nature,. He acts lovingly with the intent to desensitize her to the idea of him not being a bad person. His motive is to get kittens out of her because he can control her with them and only reveal his true colors once it happens. Tom had  power over  both turtle tail and Bumble, not only because of how much larger he was than them but also because they were in a marriage where she loved him too much to see him for what he was until after he made his intentions clear. 

Turtle Tail: "How do you think it happened? I made a mistake. I missed you all so much. Tom seemed strong and friendly, I thought I could move on and make a new life with him. But when I realized I was expecting kits, he... he changed."

Gray Wing: "If he hurt you..."

Turtle Tail: "Oh, no! Tom was still friendly, but he didn't want to make any plans for the kits with me. And Bumble seemed uncomfortable any time I mentioned them. But neither of them would admit that anything was wrong."

 - page 19 of Thunder Rising 

I'm sorry, but this text seems very rapey. Call it a stretch if you'd like, but I could give less of a fuck, honestly. Tom had shown his true colors after he realized Turtle Tail was pregnant because he knew he could use their kits against her to control her. He kidnapped her for the purpose of controlling her and would've abused their kits regardless if Turtle Tail did not come back. Tom threatened not to tell Bumble and stated that he was beating her because Turtle Tail left. 

In chapter two, when Turtle Tail returns, she notes that there is no father of her kits and that she does not want him involved in her life. She acknowledges that he is abusive and a bully who physically assaults her. In chapter two, when Turtle Tail returns, she notes that there is no father of her kits and that she does not want him involved in her life. She acknowledges that he is abusive and a bully who physically assaults her. When Thunder meets her, he speaks of her as if she means little, bashing her for taking away their kittens and claiming that she "stole them." He thinks little of his children as only pawns in possession and control over his wife.

I’m sorry, but if you still fail to see how a man who befriends a woman, who then goes on to spoon-feed her false facade and then uses the mate title to coerce her into having sex with him as not being rape, you are not very smart and lack genuine analytical skills. Yes, I get that Warriors is very terrible at hinting at the obvious, but this was a very clear message of domestic violence, coercion of rape, and premeditated sexual assault. It’s not a stretch because it is the literal reality.

 To say that rape makes the series “too dark” while at the same time knowing that there are multiple groomers and pedophiles running around in the series is ridiculous. 

And let’s not forget, slash, he used to be apart of the One Eyes group, and he was promised Star Flower as a wife. He physically restrains her and holds her down, getting on top of her and holding her captive while Clear Sky does absolutely nothing. And directly after that, he gets uncomfortably close despite being told to stop, licks her cheek, and is extremely creepy about it. 

Unwanted touch is sexual assault, guys. Put on your thinking cap, because I know you’re smart enough to think. I have seen some imply that Yarrowleaf’s relationship with Nettle is implied to be a case of rape, and I disagree considering the circumstances in which the Shadowclan cats were living while in the kin. And imposter Bramblestar is hinted at with how much he kept her confide in her den and his overrate affection for her. He’s a canon groomer of Shadowsight and Bristlefrost so I wouldn’t put it past the Erin’s to try this shit.

[atwoodsfemalefantasy]

WOMEN I NEED YOU TO LISTEN! this election rests on our shoulders. we have the power to beat Trump and Vance, and if we all work together to educate each other and understand how dystopian Trump and Vance will make this country for us, we can beat them.

Here's the facts:

-Trump and Vance want to get rid of No Fault Divorce. No Fault Divorce basically makes getting divorces possible without serious repercussions. No Fault Divorce saves women from abusive relationships ALL THE TIME. Trump and Vance plan to force women to stay in abusive relationships and are hiding it under the guise of "protecting families. Getting rid of No Fault Divorce ensures that women in unsafe and abusive marriages stay there and will lead to women being murdered because they couldn't get out. every voting age woman in america, take heed. Trump wants you to be forced to stay in abusive marriages. if you care about women's lives DO NOT LET HIM WIN

-JD Vance does not want women to be able to work. if you vote for Trump, women might lose their right to work, and along with it, their right to individual financial stability, and will be forced to stay in unhealthy relationships, forced to be homemakers, and have no choice in their own lives. do you want to go back to the 50s? do you want a man controlling your life? how long until they take our bank accounts again?

-JD Vance associates with people who say "feminists deserve rape". what do you think a man who associates with monsters like that will do to women in this country? first, we'll have to carry rapists babies, and then what? rape becomes even less punished than it is now

-Vance openly opposes gay marriage. are we prepared to live in a world where not only are we and our gay friends aren't allowed to marry but also aren't allowed basic rights like hospital visitation only allowed to spouses? and any queer person (like me) knows that marriage is not even close to being our biggest concern. it starts with denied wedding cakes. it ends with denied healthcare, and we all remember the last time that happened to the LGBTQ+ community.

-both Vance and Trump are openly transphobic. all those anti trans bills we've been proposed that never pass? they'll start passing. and if empathy for your trans sisters isn't enough for you to vote blue, remember that anti trans laws hurt women too. the second you drop your guard and don't look falsely feminine the way they want you too, you could be assumed to be trans and targeted. cis women have been beaten up for being in women's bathroom. cis women have been sent to mar jails because they're assumed to be trans. and to all trans people out there, we have the power to save this election. even if it seems pointless, even if you're losing hope, GET OUT TO VOTE. if you care about your rights, VOTE BLUE

-Vance and Trump want to get rid of ALL ABORTIONS with NO EXCEPTIONS! even if you're anti-abortion (i refuse to say pro lifers when abortion bans KILL WOMEN) THINK ABOUT THE RAMIFICATIONS. They want no abortion for rape victims. they want no abortions for incest. they want children who are pregnant to be forced to give birth EVEN IF IT WILL KILL THEM. women who will die from ectopic pregnancies WILL DIE if they can't get abortions. please, i am urging you, if you care about the lives of women, VOTE BLUE. even if you're pro abortion, the bans they want will kill women AND abort the fetus. A) zygotes are not alive or children. they aren't alive. B) even if you believe they are, please, you have to care about women's lives enough to trust them to make that decision for themselves. please do not be responsible for the women who will die. the women who will commit suicide. the women who will be murdered.

-Project 2025 includes cutting the department of education. do you want your kids to grow up intelligent and capable and educated? Trump and Vance don't.

-need any more evidence of Trumps racism? he wants to cut the EPAs office of External Civil Rights. actively cutting offices dedicated to equality and STILL he's supported

-i understand the concerns about Palestine. i hate the way Biden handled it too. but please, i need you to think. Trump, who openly hates middle eastern people will not handle the situation any better.

DO THESE ISSUES AFFECT YOU?

they should TERRIFY you.

Trump and Vance want to take us to Handmaids Tale America where women are forced to stay home to serve a man, have his babies no matter what, and never leave.

but we have the power to stop it. women, we account for more than half of this country. these men want to steal your rights away from you. DO NOT STAND FOR IT. we can beat those fuckers if every single one of us gets out to vote and votes for our fucking human rights.

we have the power, women. we have the power, POC. we have the power, LGBTQ+ community. if we protect our rights, we can win

[just-antithings]

(tw transandrophobia)

there's a thing going around rn where trans guys express a fear of being forced to carry a pregnancy as a result of corrective rape (valid concern imo) and then trans women come in like shut up femboy at least u can get pregnant. as if living in fear of being literally forced to undertake such a dangerous and dysphoric experience is a fucking privilege. and I get that it's heartbreaking that they want to get pregnant and can't but this is not how you deal with that at all

yeah that’s really shitty

[aristotels]

As a former FS sex worker I immediately assume that the tumblr users comparing it to average wage slavery have no life experience or have never engaged in sex work. Working at McDonald’s is degrading but you don’t have to worry about your customer wrapping their hands around your throat while they’re inside you and squeezing too hard. Or giving you HIV. Or killing you. Or arguing that they won’t pay you at all if they don’t get to cum on your face. Or raping you. Or getting you pregnant.

Like … nobody can convince you that selling nudes would be more degrading than working in fast food because you never ended up *doing* it. You just thought about it for 5 minutes. But sure, tell us how listening to a Karen scream is comparable to a man who outweighs me by 50 kilos forcing his cock in my asshole. Retards.

1) im v sorry you had to go through that

2) the point of that post isnt "omggg we have it WORSE" or whatever, it is that all physical work includes selling your bodies. so many people suffer lasting spinal and other deformities from cleaning, carrying heavy weight, etc.

do you think a 60yo eastern european woman who spent her whole life bent down cleaning the schools for pennies an hour is troubled by "listening to karens"??? her issue is not being able to kneel down anymore. or that work related injuries in factories and all other physical issues that stem from operating heavy machinery without adequate protection and healthcare are same as dealing with an annoyed customer? people regularly lose their fingers and sustain burns and injuries from this.

3) the actual point isnt even how sex work is sooo much easier and cooler it is that its not more degrading by virtue of "selling one's body" when under capitalist exploation all work equals selling your body.

[blackypanther9]

Our rabbit cum slut – Mr. Hopp x Mr. Stripes x Miss Bo x Male!Reader

WARNING!: Impregnation kink, Intersex Mr. Hopp, Foursome, rape, creampie, double penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, degradation, different positions, birthing AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

(F/a = Favorite animal)

Mr. Hopp tried to fight off M/n’s grip.

“Let me go !”, the rabbit yelled.

“No. You think you are the Boss of us Plushies ? I will show you who is the Boss here !”

With that M/n tore down Hopp’s pants and looked at his wet cunt, he spotted the other night as he redressed. He aimed his hard cock at it and then pushed inside, making Hopp yelp in pain.

“Stripes, make him shut up.”, M/n said to the tiger.

Stripes moved in front of Hopp and forced his mouth open, then stuffed his own cock inside Hopp’s mouth.

“Suck it, Bitch. Bite down on it and I will make you regret it.”, Mr. Stripes growled.

Hopp tried to spit it out, which caused Stripes to forcefully deep throat him. Hopp choked on Stripes’ cock and had tears leaking out of his eyes. It hurt. M/n was finally inside and hit Hopp’s G – spot, making the rabbit trash around.

M/n held Hopp’s hips then and pressed them down, while Stripes used one hand to keep his head in place and the other to hold his arms down.

Miss Bo could only watch. Then M/n had a devilish idea.

“Stripes, be a good tiger and get those chains next to you. Tie his arms up and then pull out of Hopp. I have a better idea~”

Stripes grabbed the chains and tied Hopp’s arms together, then pulled his now wet cock out of the rabbit’s mouth. M/n picked him up, his cock still inside Hopp’s cunt and carried him to the basement. The other two followed close behind the rabbit and the F/a.

Soon enough they reached a door out of steel and M/n rammed Hopp with full force into it. The metal broke and Hopp was stuck in the door. He turned to the other two.

“Stripes you can reclaim his big, nasty mouth, Bo, you can rip his shirt and suck his nipples. You are allowed to pull on his ears too.”, M/n said.

“Now hold on a damn minute !”, Hopp yelled and wiggled around, forgetting that his cunt still was filled with M/n’s cock.

“Ah~”

M/n smirked as he heard Hopp moan. He shoved his cock in with one powerful thrust, hitting his G – spot, spot on.

“AH~!”

“Go now you two.”, M/n said.

Stripes and Bo were on their way. Hopp clammed his mouth shut, refusing Stripes to claim his mouth again. M/n pulled out and hit again his G – spot with force, making him open his mouth and Stripes shoved his cock inside the Rabbit’s mouth and forced him back into deep throating.

Hopp was choking and slobbering, but Stripes seemed to like that even more. He grabbed Hopp’s head and then moved his hips back and forth. Fucking his mouth and throat.

Miss Bo knelt down and ripped open Hopp’s shirt, then fluffed up his chest fur and searched for his nipples. When she found them, she started to pinch one and the other was getting nibbled, sucked and bit on.

“MMNNN~!”, Hopp moaned with full mouth.

“We want you to understand Hopp, that you are nothing more but our cum slut, you hear ? That is all you are good for. To take our cum, to have our offspring and to be ready whenever we want to fuck you. You are NOT our Boss, nor our Leader. I am the Leader and you are our little cum slut.”, M/n said, fucking Hopp’s cunt without mercy.

“Fuck, when you say it all like this, I really want to cum down his fucking throat~”, Stripes moaned.

“Then do it. I am the only one who is allowed to make him pregnant though, until I get bored of him.”, M/n warned.

Stripes smirked down at Hopp, who looked up with pleading eyes to not cum in his mouth.

“You hear that, little rabbit~? I am allowed to cum down your throat~”

Stripes moved his hips faster and forced his whole cock inside Hopp’s mouth, his heavy balls hitting the rabbit’s chin, making loud slapping sounds. Hopp choked every time Stripes got his whole cock into his throat.

Miss Bo was very wet, while she tortured Hopp’s nipples and touched herself, trying to get some relief.

“Bo, Darling, do you want me to give you your vibrator and dildo~?”, M/n asked.

“Ywes pwease.”, she answered with a nipple in her mouth.

“MMMNNN~!”, Hopp moaned with full mouth.

M/n snapped his fingers and the two toys were in front of Bo. She grabbed her dildo and shoved it inside her cunt, then took the vibrator with her left hand and started to stimulate her clit.

“Fuck his throat is so tight~! I’m gonna cum soon~!”, Stripes yelled.

“Me too. His cunt is so warm and feels so good~ I’ll fill him up with everything I have~”, M/n purred.

Soon enough Stripes forced his whole cock again into Hopp’s throat and roared, keeping the rabbit’s head in place and came down his throat. M/n thrusted three more times, pulled the rabbit’s hips further into him, repositioned and shoved himself deep into Hopp and into his womb, then growled and came inside him.

Hopp was too overwhelmed, his ears stood stiff in the air, his tail too, his legs quivered, his nose twitched, eyes rolled back and he came too, squirting all over M/n’s cock and spending his own cum on the door.

Hopp’s body relaxed. Soon enough Stripes was spent and he pulled out of Hopp’s mouth, letting him breathe. M/n was still filling his cunt, while Stripes panted and Hopp heaved for breath.

“All three of you are disgusting…”, Hopp then got out.

M/n smirked and grabbed Hopp’s tail.

“AAHH~!”, the rabbit moaned loudly.

“But at least we admit it, little bunny~”, M/n said.

After a while he was done spending himself inside Hopp and pulled out.

“Oi, Stripes, help me get him out. We need a new ankle.”, M/n informed.

Hopp panicked. They aren’t done ?!

“Sure.”, Stripes replied and helped Hopp out of the door.

M/n picked Hopp up and then brought him over to the cell. They all entered and M/n threw Hopp on the mattress that was in there, on his back.

“Oof !”

M/n was right above him and smirked.

“Hold him down, Stripes. I will prepare him for you~”

Stripes did as M/n asked. M/n looked at Bo.

“Did you cum ?”, he asked.

“No…”

“Your time is soon. I promise. Just one question…”

“Hm ?”

“Are you ready to carry HIS spunk~?”

Bo blushed, but nodded.

“Good. Then be ready~”

M/n then went in between Hopp’s legs and lifted them up, making him reveal his manhole. Hopp instantly covered it with his cotton tail. M/n scoffed and pushed the tail down, then lubed up his finger with spit and shoved his index finger inside.

“A-AH !”, Hopp hissed.

“It’ll feel good soon, little cum slut~”, M/n said seductively.

Then he shoved his finger further inside, until his whole finger was inside. Then he moved it in and out. Hopp struggled around, but one harsh pull of his ears made him stop his nonsense.

M/n chuckled and continued to work open Hopp’s manhole. Soon he fit his middle finger in too and scissored him open.

“A-ah~”

Hopp’s tail went limp and his cunt got wetter than before.

“Oh~? I think I found one of his sweet spots~”, M/n teased.

He didn’t wait for the rabbit to react. He continued his work and then added his ring finger, stretching out Hopp’s manhole.

“U-Ugh~”

M/n worked him further open with his three digits and then pulled out. Hopp didn’t make a sound, but his manhole spoke volumes. It wanted to be filled and bred. It twitched wildly, begging to be filled.

“He is ready. Just lube up your cock.”, M/n informed Stripes.

“How do I enter when you take his cunt ?”, the tiger asked.

“Get underneath him.”

Stripes did as told and then lubed up is cock to be nice and wet, Hopp’s saliva long dry again. Then he lined his cock up with Hopp’s ass and pushed inside.

“NNAAAHHHH~!”, Hopp moaned.

M/n chuckled darkly and looked at Bo.

“Sit on his cock and take him. He will move around anyways. I am ramming into him so he will move back and forth and Stripes takes him from behind so he will bounce up and down~ You won’t have to do anything else, but sit on his cock~”

Bo blushed and smiled. She went over Mr. Hopp and spread her legs.

“Bo, don’t do this to me…”, Hopp begged.

But it fell on deaf ears. She lined his cock up with her cunt and then slammed down on it.

“AAAAAHHH~!”

“Good job, Bo~”, M/n praised with a purr.

“Well done Bo, you made him take the rest of my cock inside.”, Stripes praised.

Then M/n shoved his own cock inside his already soiled cunt.

“NNNGH~! HMMMPHH~!”, Hopp moaned.

“He feels good inside me~”, she moaned softly.

“You can suck his nipples, neck, anything you want~ We will fill him up in the meantime, right Stripes~?”

“Fuck I can’t wait any longer~! I want that ass~!”, Stripes replied.

M/n chuckled.

He started with ramming himself in and out of Hopp’s cunt. Stripes soon figured out the rhythm and lifted Hopp when M/n pushed all the way inside and rammed inside when M/n pulled out.

“AAAHHH~! HA~! AH~! STOOOOP~! HAH~!”, Hopp begged.

“Hmm…Your body wants us to continue~ Just give into the pleasure~ Accept your real role that you play, bunny~”, M/n said and continued to fuck Hopp.

“Yeah, just accept that you are our little cum sleeve~”, Stripes moaned out and ruthlessly continued to destroy Hopp’s ass.

Bo moaned and sucked on Hopp’s nipples, not saying a word.

Hopp would be lying if he would say that he hated it. He fucking loved how they just treated him like he was a common whore. But still he tried to fight it, tried to fight them and the pleasure they gave him.

“I-AH~!-I AM NOOOOOOT~!- A CUM SLEEVE ! AH~!”

Bo had enough of his back talking, so she shoved two fingers inside his mouth.

“Shut up and suck on them, like a good little rabbit.”, she said and continued to suck and tease his chest.

He couldn’t push the fingers out, so he just accepted it and sucked on them. M/n grinned evilly and gave a very harsh thrust at Hopp’s G – spot. The rabbit jumped slightly and moaned loudly around Bo’s fingers. Stripes did the same and hit Hopp’s prostate with a harsher thrust than usual.

“MMMMPPPHHH~!!”

Same reaction. They both smirked and Bo clenched her walls around Hopp’s hard cock, that was leaking pre already.

“HHMMMMPPPHHH~!”

All the stimulation got to his head and he was starting to drown in pleasure. Then with a howl Stripes came, pushed in as deep as he could and filled Hopp’s ass up. Hopp moaned around the fingers loudly and his body forced itself further down to deepen it.

“Oh~? I think our bunny wants to be bred very nicely tonight~ Look how much his body begs Stripes’ cock to fill it up nicely in the ass~”, M/n informed.

Stripes wrapped his arms around Hopp’s stomach, holding him in place and pushed his hips up further, entering deeper. He moaned loudly.

 “If you continue to talk so filthy like that, I might knot his ass soon~ Fuck~”, Stripes informed.

“I mean, that is what I am planning anyways. Knotting him up.”, M/n replied.

“Oh FUCK, M/n, not now~!”, Stripes begged.

“Fine, fine.”

Then he repositioned and shoved his cock deep inside Hopp’s womb again and came with a louder growl. Hopp’s body reacted again and tried to get more of M/n inside. M/n chuckled darkly and pushed in the last 3 centimeters of his cock, bumping Hopp’s womb’s wall and making Hopp scream a moan out from around the fingers.

In an instant he came as soon as M/n released his load into his womb. He squirted over M/n’s cock again and wasted his own sperm inside Bo, who sat all the way down to get it deep inside her. She moaned too.

“Fuuuuck~ Such a good bunny slut we have~”, she said.

“That we have~”, Stripes purred.

M/n just chuckled, while Hopp’s tried to catch his breath desperately. Bo pulled out her fingers of his mouth and he panted harshly.

“P-Perverts !”, Hopp yelled.

M/n chuckled darkly.

“Bo, get off of his cock and sit on his face. Make him lick your cunt clean. Stripes and me will give him another load~”

She nodded.

“Bo, don’t you da-HMMPH ?!”, Hopp tried to stop her.

“Shut up slut and clean me up. You made this mess after all.”

To make her point, she pulled his ears, he groaned loudly and started to lick her cunt clean with his tongue.

Stripes and M/n finished and slightly pulled out, then fucked him roughly and mercilessly again. Hopp moaned around Bo’s cunt, while he cleaned, sending beautiful vibrations through Bo’s cunt.

“Mmmm~ Just like that little bunny~”, she praised him and rubbed his left ear.

Hopp put more effort into pleasing Bo, while his body reacted to the pleasure M/n and Stripes gave him. His body didn’t even know to whom to press itself closer to. To Stripes who fucked his ass so well or to M/n who showed his cunt who was Boss ?

His body was doing circled motions to get to both of them closer as soon as they slammed back inside, making Hopp feel even more pleasured than ever before.

“Oh fuck~! Little bunny, Momma is cuming~! Drink it all up~!”, Bo warned.

Hopp was just more aroused of how she talked to him, that he fully submitted and tried to cover her whole cunt with his mouth. Then she came squirting into his mouth and onto his face.

“Oh, yes~ Drink it all~”, she moaned.

Hopp whimpered submissively and swallowed what he had in his mouth. Bo stroked his ears and head for that.

“Good boy~”, she praised.

Hopp smiled softly and then he howled and came. Stripes and M/n had pushed themselves again deeply inside his womb and ass and spent their seed inside of him. They all panted and heaved for air.

“Bo, Dear, are you spend ?”, M/n asked.

“Y-yeah…”, she said exhausted.

“Then go to bed. Stripes and I will take Hopp again and knot his holes up~”

She nodded and left. Just then did M/n see the hearts in Hopp’s eyes.

“Stripes, our little bunny accepted his place~ All he wants is cock and more cum~ Let’s knot him up, yeah~?”

“Understood M/n.”

“When you finished, Pull out. We will try a new position~”

Stripes nodded.

After a while he was done and pulled out.

“Damn his ass is leaking.”, the tiger said.

“Don’t worry, after our knot disappeared, I will plug his holes up, tie him up and gag him for later~ Look at our little Bitch. He wants it~”, M/n purred.

Stripes got out from under Hopp and then looked at his face. He saw the hearts too in Hopp’s eyes. Hopp came down from his aftershocks and looked at Stripes.

“Please fill me again~ Fuck me, Stripes~ You and Master~ Please~”, Hopp begged.

“Oh fuck…”, Stripes lowly groaned.

Then M/n pulled out and tutted at Hopp.

“You naughty bunny. Only we decide when we will fuck you and fill you.”

Hopp whimpered but nodded his head.

“Good. Now get up, slut.”

Mr. Hopp moaned and slowly got up. He held his cunt and stomach.

“Feel so full…”, he said softly.

“We know, but you still need to take our knot~”

Hopp nodded submissively.

“Come here.”, M/n said and pointed in front of him.

Slowly Hopp walked in front of M/n. He grabbed him by the ass and then lifted him up, making him open his legs wide so he is close to Hopp’s cunt.

“AH~! Nooo~!”, Hopp moaned in sadness.

Stripes saw why and M/n felt why. His cunt and ass leaked cum suddenly and the rabbit wasn’t happy with it.

“Stripes grab his thighs. You push in after me.”

He nodded and did as told. M/n lined his cock up with Hopp’s overflowing cunt and slammed back into home, making Hopp moan whorishly again. Then Stripes lined up and slammed inside his claimed hole, making Hopp scream in ecstasy.

“Please, fill me again~ Please knot me~ Make me have offspring~ I’m breed able and ready~”, Hopp begged.

M/n chuckled, while Stripes moaned.

Then M/n started his rhythm again and Stripes followed. When M/n slammed into Hopp’s G – spot, Stripes pulls out and when M/n pulls out the tiger slams into Hopp’s prostate. They did a rough, merciless, fast pace, making Hopp cry from pleasure and beg them to knot him already.

M/n harshly kissed Hopp and forced his tongue inside and down Hopp’s throat. It made the rabbit moan and submissively accept the harsh kiss, while his prostate and G – spot got abused.

Stripes then found one of Hopp’s hardened nipples and harshly pinched it. The rabbit screamed in pleasure against M/n’s mouth. Soon M/n pulled away from the filthy kiss.

“PLEASE BREED ME~! FUCK~! I WANNA HAVE BABIES~! PLEASE, MASTER GIVE ME A BABY~! AH~!”, Hopp begged.

“Oh, I will give you babies, alright~~”, M/n purred seductively.

He pressed a few buttons on his wristband and crawling inside came three machines. Very small machines, only the three of them with very good eyes could spot them.

“What, mmmnngh~, are these ?”, Stripes asked.

M/n chuckled.

“Something that gets me to knot this filthy rabbit for a few hours and make him have a round stomach when I am done filling him~”

Hopp moaned loudly at that image. Oh he wanted that. He so wanted it.

One of the three small things came crawling up and M/n halted his thrusting with Stripes, making Hopp whimper at the loss. The small thing crawled over M/n’s cock and to Hopp’s cunt, then it squeezed itself inside. Hopp barely even felt it.

The second one then also came and did the same as the first one. And the third one went up Stripes’ legs, over his cock and squeezed itself into Hopp’s ass.

M/n made a monitor appear and he saw how much Hopp’s cunt’s walls were coated in his cum. It continued its journey and soon squeezed itself through the cervix and into his womb. The second one not far behind. And the one in his ass got itself a save spot deep inside and then they scanned Hopp’s insides.

“Oh fuck yes~ How about some more though~? Two aren’t enough~”, M/n said.

“What are these round things ?”, Stripes asked.

“Unfertilized egg cells. This bunny here can carry until 12 babies. So why not make it happen~?”

The second one suddenly marched off and a glow emitted from the thing. Hopp felt a little strange, but he couldn’t place how it felt. Suddenly the monitor showed five more egg cells on their way. The machine moved to the other side and again glowed. Five more egg cells were on their way.

“What did it do ?”

“Make 10 more egg cells quickly ripe to be fertilized of course. The one in his ass makes sure he will digest and poop just fine. And when he gets horny, he gets pleasured by it. These two already get started to getting the sperm faster to the egg cells, so we should knot his holes up quickly. They will stay in there until he will birth, to make sure the litter will be fine.”

“Oh fuck…You truly are a little perv…”, Stripes said with a huge smirk.

“I never denied it~”

With that they got back to work and Hopp was quickly at his peak again. M/n soon shoved back inside Hopp’s womb and knotted up. It made Hopp’s ass tighten up and Stripes shoved all the way inside too and knotted up.

“OH YES MASTER~! KNOT THIS SLUTTY BUNNY’S HOLES UP~! MAKE ME HAVE OFFSPRING~!”, Hopp yelled in utter pleasure.

His lower belly started to swell a little bit from M/n’s and Stripes’ knots and soon their knots were completed. With that they released their biggest load inside his holes, making Mr. Hopp come again squirting around M/n’s cock and on his own chest, screaming in ecstasy.

Mr. Stripes growled and bit Hopp’s neck harshly, while M/n bit harshly into Hopp’s right shoulder, making Mr. Hopp scream again in pleasure. The little rabbit twitched after he was finished cuming. His cunt and ass pulsated happily, taking everything M/n and Stripes gave them.

M/n’s and Stripes’ cocks pulsated satisfied. And they both knew that after Hopp gave birth, he will carry again. After all rabbits can carry to 4 litters a season~

M/n let go of Hopp’s marked shoulder and watched the whole process. How Hopp’s womb got filled and needed to stretch out to fit everything inside, how the little helpers took care that all the egg cells will be fertilized. It was very arousing to see how the sperm tried to forcefully enter the egg cell. And it also was arousing how much Hopp’s stomach stretched from all the sperm that is pumped into him.

“God, I could cum into him for hours~ Look at his fucking belly and tell me it isn’t arousing to know that your cum is in there, making him this big~”, M/n moaned lowly.

Stripes let go of Hopp’s neck, looked and groaned, shooting a bit more of his load into Hopp.

“Fuck… This is only our seed that made him this big…”

M/n chuckled.

“Now you love the sight too, eh ?”

“When will he give birth ?”, Stripes asked.

“He is a rabbit still, Stripes. A demonic plush rabbit, but still a rabbit. Rabbits give birth in like 4 weeks and 4 days. If you want it more precise 28 to 32 days.”

“Does he…accept all year ?”

“Stripes am I your lexicon ? Yes he does. He is partly a damn doe. I can impregnate him all fucking year once every month. Why ?”

“Just asking…”

M/n shook his head.

After 30 minutes their knots disappeared and Hopp continued to twitch. M/n summoned two big plugs and then pulled out first. Mr. Hopp whimpered slightly, but moaned again when M/n shoved a purple, big plug inside his cunt.

“Tomorrow I will remove it so the cum can get out that is unnecessary and takes up space the litter will need. After that this plug goes back inside, so he won’t have any stupid ideas.”, M/n told Stripes.

The tiger nodded.

“Pull out.”

Stripes did and M/n plugged Hopp’s ass up, making the rabbit moan loudly again. His knees were too weak to hold him up, so Stripes had to support his weight. M/n then picked Hopp up and carried him bridal style away.

“I made a special little room for him when he gets pregnant. I think we should put him in there. Nothing he will try can hurt him nor the litter. Everything is cushioned and his claws are sealed away. He will have them, even if he changes his mind tomorrow.”, M/n informed.

“Alright.”

With that M/n and Stripes brought Hopp to the room and put him down on the bed. Then M/n pulled something out and wrapped it around Mr. Hopp’s neck. When he stepped away Stripes saw what it was.

A purple collar with ownership. On the golden tag stood…

“Property of M/n and Stripes. Our rabbit cum slut~” 

M/n chuckled, gagged Hopp, kissed Hopp’s head and then waited for Stripes to leave with him the room, so he can lock it. He came instantly after M/n and they left the room, locking it and leaving.

“Let us check on Miss Bo. Hopefully she got what she wanted.”

“His children ?”

“Yep. She always wanted to see what he and her can create. I granted her, her wish when she carries and I don’t have to share him ever again with her. I only did her a favor. I hate sharing him with her and I don’t want any other kids besides mine and his. Those won’t be mine, they will be Bo’s. The deal was she gets pregnant once with his kids and then I won’t have to share him ever again.”

“What about me ?”

“You only get his ass. When you get bored of that, then you have to find someone else to screw, Stripes. This cunt of his, is MINE, that womb of his, is MINE. All of him is MINE. MY property. MY territory. You just stand on that tag, so he will listen to you and give you his ass or a blowjob.”

Stripes nodded. He was fine with that. He didn’t want any kids anyways.

-One hour later-

Hopp tried to get the plugs out, without success. He couldn’t get out of the room and he couldn’t get the gag, nor the collar off.

Suddenly the door opened and in waltzed M/n with an evil grin.

“Trying to free yourself, I see~ Well that doesn’t go unpunished, little rabbit~”

M/n grabbed Hopp, put him on his hands and knees, pulled out the plug in his cunt and then shoved his stiff cock inside.

“MMNNN~!”

M/n slammed his G – spot instantly and without mercy.

“You are my little Bitch~ You will give me what I want~ You will obey me~ Next time I catch you doing anything like this, I will get Stripes too and then we will have a party, Understood~?”

Hopp nodded quickly, moaning and slobbering on his gag. He was so close already…

“Now cum you cum slut~”

Hopp screamed around the gag as he came rope after rope and squirted all over M/n’s cock. M/n coated Hopp’s walls and then pulled out. He picked up the plug and replugged his cunt, then put him on the bed.

“Now sleep. I will bring you food and drinks. Misbehave and I will punish you way worse.”

Hopp obeyed and went to bed. Falling asleep instantly.

-1 month and 3 days later-

Hopp was fucking fat. He hated himself for being this fat. He ate and drank way more than usual too, but at the same time…he couldn’t help but be happy that he was pregnant. (START OF BIRTH)

Suddenly a sharp pain went through him and water leaked out of him.

“Shit ! M/N !!!”, Hopp called in pain.

M/n came inside 2 minutes later.

“What is it, my bunny ?”

“I think my water broke.”

M/n rushed out of the room and came back with a large bowl. It was so large that Hopp could lay in there. It was filled with warm water and the put it down. Then he spread a lot of towels around and placed Hopp on them.

-2 hours later-

Hopp was wide open to give birth. M/n picked him up and put him in the large bowl.

“We do water birth. It is supposed to hurt less than anything. With the next contraption, just push.”, M/n said.

He held Hopp’s paw and Hopp squeezed M/n’s hand with all his might, out of pain.

“This is your fucking fault ! You did this to me !”, Hopp screamed at him with anger and pain.

“And I will do it many more times, Darling.”

The next contraption hit Hopp and he screamed as he pushed with all his might. This went on for 10 more times and then the first Baby was out. It was screaming and M/n wrapped it in a towel and awaited the next, to do the same. (END OF BIRTHING)

-Time skip-

Hopp huffed in exhaustion. Finally the last one was out. M/n was in the Bathroom, cleaning them. They were all healthy and Hopp brought 5 boys and 7 girls to the world. Three of them were f/a, five were a rabbit with mixed colors and the last four were hybrids of both of them.

Hopp didn’t see them yet, but he hoped they were worth it.

Soon M/n came out with all of them and smiled. He had one in his arm and the other 11 in a basket. He brought them over to Hopp.

“Look at them, bunny ! They are so tiny and adorable !”, M/n squealed.

Hopp looked into the basket and at the baby he held and he had to admit…they truly were cute and so adorably tiny. Maybe it isn’t that bad to consider and have M/n as a mate for life.

“You are right, they are adorable.”, Hopp said with a smile.

“Can’t wait to put the next litter inside you~”, M/n purred.

Hopp blushed.

“For now give me a break for 2 days damn it ! I just gave birth !”, he complained.

“Bunny, it’s called rabbiting. As soon as one litter is out, you carry the next~ Not my fault you are a rabbit and it’s in your nature~ I’m just doing my job~”

Hopp glared at him with a big red blush.

“I hate you…”, he said.

“I love you too, honey bunny~”

[magnoliamyrrh]

theres something deeply disingenous abt how whenever some issue gets brought up let's say abortion for example ppl on this website wanna pretend like white american women have nothing to say on it and wont be impacted and as if white american women have experienced like, no opression in america. as if till VERY RECENTLY they had no right to vote, to say no to sex in marriage, own a bank account, get abortions - hey, remember too when white women literally had to kneel in front of their husbands and beg their sins to be forgiven, and when they put those god awful mechanical cages on their faces to force them to smile?

yea. listen. i have my issues w many of them too for sure. but this sort of attitude is detached from reality

are we still aware Many white women exist in this country who are poor? like, poor as shit. who will Most definitely and Have Already Been impacted by the abortion laws bc they dont have the money to simply leave the state to another one to get an abortion (and also, bc the governments have made it illegal to do so). Can we not pretend that there arent white women who live in grueling poverty, especially in the rust belt and other such places where there are entire communities forgotten by everyone in deep poverty? can we not pretend white teenage girls dont get raped and forcibly impregnated? can we not pretend many of them dont come from very conservative families which either never gave them the education to know about sex and abortion, or would not allow them to get one? can we not pretend that white women arent still experiencing domestic abuse and rape and other forms of male violence in this country, also, one of them being being killed by men the moment they find out theyre pregnant?

even like "rich white women" in which case the conversation stops actually being predominantly about race but is now Actually about class status and yes, there are minority women w money. even rich women and them rich white women and Girls are susceptible to domestic abuse, rape, and violence, as well as having insane conservative families which would flip their shit if they found out they had an abortion. And yes, many of those conservative families Wont make an exception for their daughters and will absolutely force their little girls and teenagers, wether it be rape or consensual, to Not get an abortion and carry out a pregnancy till the end. Also, theres plenty of cases in which higher class women are so not because they have their own independent money but bc of their husbands money, which again makes the idea that they can just willy nilly skip town to another state for an abortion easily unrealistic and detached from reality. Yes. there Are Definetely cases in which economic status means a women in a place which has banned abortions will still b able to get one, absolutely. but its more complicated than what ppl make it out to be

like, this website going on for weeks about how american white women have like nothing to say on abortion and it being banned was insane and the peak of dumbass identity politics being taken to an extreme. the other part of this too people going "the handmaidens tale is so stupid blah blah there will never be a time when white women will be used as broodmaids" like..... yall are fucking stupid and have no idea, like clearly absolutely no idea of the history of america like At All, and because you live in a liberal area youve got no idea what conservative and rural america is like in the current day either

-_- this is way past the point of complains about white women. this is just stupidity and frankly fucking privilege lmao to not understand a series of things and its also another example of identity politics taken to a stupid level, being used to divide women, not being an Actually productive conversation, and also the erasure of class

[fite-club]

AFAB/tme people have female genitalia and thus are at risk for misogyny especially if they don't pass or are outed as trans. No shit trans men don't get oppression points for being a man, they get it from being trans and having a female genitalia; and then in a lot of people's eyes, that means they're secretly a woman or a third thing away from either. I hate the terms transmisandry/transandrophobia too aside from being incorrect linguistically. There are, however, separate experiences away from transmisogyny that don't fit under that term.

For instance, trans men can be raped and forced to carry a child as a method of forcing a detransition, or just made pregnant to "prove" they're a woman. Correctional rape obviously isn't specific to trans men, but being forced to be pregnant or getting pregnant at all is - and NO, I'm not saying that rape is worse for one gender or another, I am explaining the risk. Testosterone is a very controlled substance that's exceedingly difficult to DIY due to regulations and lack of materials. Female-sexed healthcare is extremely invasive and can be traumatic, especially with severe gender dysphoria. Trans people are at a much higher risk for violence obviously, and do you think that goes away because the person in question has or is found out to have a vagina?

I'm not understanding the point of your blog. There are shitty transmascs, shitty trans men, shitty cis men. Tumblr and twitter seem to be the spawn points for theyfabs and terminally online he/theys. But you're not pointing out anything insightful or intelligent; in fact, you seem to just like to argue and bother people for the sake of it, resorting to personal attacks and hissyfits when confronted on your contradictiory nature and deliberately inflammatory statements.

If you didn't read this far because you either can't read more than two sentences you don't agree with -- or maybe your brain turns off and goes into "fite" mode when you perceive attacks on your beliefs and character, from what I've read on your blog. I don't not-agree with you, but I also think your behavior is that of someone much less mature than your age, and you're deeply misguided on current events other than intrapersonal drama.

i don’t care even a little bit about how much you do or don’t agree with me, especially when you make up my opinions instead of asking me for them. i also don’t care about how you personally feel about what i say online and the purposes of what i’m saying. if one more person tries to mansplain transphobia to me as if i, a trans man, don’t comprehend how trans men can be oppressed, i swear to god

[anamericangirl]

Hey there, I discovered your blog a few days ago and have been reading all your posts since, and I must say I like them very much. I do have one question though, on the topic of abortion. I wouldn't say I am pro abortion, because to me, all life is valuable. But what would you say if an underage girl was r@ped? Cases like this have occurred, there was even a girl that got pregnant at four years old, and had the child at five, which was a result of her uncle r@ping her.

In cases like that, would you say that abortion may be an option, maybe even a good one? She herself was only a toddler, and carrying out a pregnancy at such a young age is a great threat to both the mother and the child, and could mean the death of both. Also, in this specific case, it was %ncest, which could have fatal consequences for the child later on.

I'd just like to hear your opinion on this.

Hi! Thanks so much!

When a child, or anyone, is raped that is a horrific circumstance that absolutely needs to be addressed. And if that rape resulted in a pregnancy, that creates an even more delicate situation and it needs to be addressed in a way that causes the least harm and doesn't bring about even more violence.

The foundation of my pro-life position is that the preborn baby is a living human being from the moment of conception and their life is just as valuable as the girl carrying them, regardless of how they were conceived. Because of this, I can't support abortion even in cases of rape.

If a minor is raped and becomes pregnant, the thing is now we don't just have one person we have to consider and care for. We have two. Two children. Both innocent. We can't kill one innocent child for the sake of another.

This is also because I care about the child who was raped. Even though I can completely understand the fear and sympathize with the victim, the fact is, as I've discussed a lot on my blog, abortion isn't safe. And it remains not safe even if the person undergoing it is a child. A child should never be pregnant or have to go through childbirth, but nor should they ever have to have an abortion.

Even though a pregnant child is never a good thing, biologically speaking, if a female, regardless of age, is capable of getting pregnant, then her body is capable of undergoing the birth process. What the child needs is thorough medical care and monitoring because the best and safest thing is to go through the natural process instead of an invasive procedure that forces her body to birth a dead baby long before it's ready.

Abortion doesn't erase the baby. It kills them. And then it makes the mother deliver her dead baby and dispose of them. It's a horrific thing to happen.

The girl and the baby are innocent and we can help the girl heal from her traumatic experience without killing a different child whose only crime is existing. They can both live. Even if it's incest, the baby doesn't deserve to be killed. They deserve to be given a chance at life.

The fact is, once a girl or woman is pregnant, the baby has to be delivered somehow. There's no getting around that. Abortion doesn't erase this fact or erase the trauma of the rape. In fact, many rape victims have said getting an abortion did not help their healing. Everyone thinks giving birth once pregnant is the ultimate form of torture and trauma but it's not. And only people who don't know anything about childbirth and are just trying to villainize pro-lifers would call childbirth a trauma inducing experience. No, a child should never have to endure it but abortion would be no less of a traumatizing experiencing for a child. I think it would be horrific to give birth to a corpse. I don't think there is ever a time where killing an innocent child is a good option.

Abortion in cases of rape is just continuing the cycle of violence by killing a person who didn't do anything wrong and doesn't deserve it. It's not safer for a child to go through an abortion procedure than it is to give birth and as someone who cares about the baby and the rape victim I can't ever endorse abortion. There are always other, better options.

[sweetlittledaisy7]

For those bashing me because I grew up conservative Christian who is against the abortion laws:

Most people can't look at all sides of why they're against something. It's all abortion is murder and it's wrong. Just give it up for adoption. Many conservatives live within their own heads. Everyone preaches love but spews the opposite.

Yes, I'm adopted.

Yes, I've been part of the prolife movement since I was a child. I was forced.

Yes, I don't believe in abortion for myself.

Yes, I'm still conservative Christian.

When will conservatives recognize their own hate? Many of you shame the very women you tell to choose life. Many of you wouldn't offer any money or support to families in need. Many of you aren't foster parents or adoptees or even foster kids.

I'll admit. I grew up pretty privileged. I grew up in a small bubble and just followed what I was raised in. I never questioned anything. I grew up in a nice town, nice home, went to private school, and my parents paid for my college education. My parents are even thinking about buying me my first home and want to fund my masters degree. Newsflash, most people don't have this.

There are women literally dying because they can't abort. These babies will not survive long, or the mothers health is at risk.

There are babies who will never ever get adopted. Let's be real here. I realized there are babies who aren't adopted. I was a white, healthy baby girl. If I had a disability or medical issue, the chances I'll get adopted go down a lot. Race matters as well. Most adoptive parents looking to adopt don't want to adopt a sick/problem non white baby. It sounds harsh, but it's true. I've met adoptees who were told their adoptive parents settled for them.

So shut the fuk up about putting it up for adoption.

Foster care has many kids we can't find homes for because most adoptive parents like I said are picky. Most want white baby girl newborns. Almost none want an older child or a teenager especially ones with issues.

Speaking of foster kids, did you know many foster kids are raped and abused in foster care? Many can't access health care. What if a teenage foster child gets pregnant? She can't abort. There are kids who spend half their lives foster care until they age out with nothing. Where are the conservatives helping them out? What about the aged out teenager who get pregnant and is homeless now? Will you help her?

Let's talk about the 10 year old pregnant rape victim. If you support a child carrying a baby after being raped you're sick af. I'll be the first one to tell you that if I had a child and she got pregnant from rape, I'll risk my freedom and life getting her an abortion. No child should be forced to not only be raped but be forced to carry a pregnancy from rape. What if it was your child? Grandchild? Cousin? Neighbor? Sister? Many of you call yourself prolife but don't care about kids at all. What about the 10 year old?

And rapists in many states have parental rights. Think about that for a second. Not only must victims bare the child but share custody with their rapist. This country is sick.

And adoption isn't the answer. I'm adopted. I can honestly tell you it's not fun being adopted. Knowing your birth mom didn't want you. Everyone can say she made an adoption plan or she loves you so much. What a load of crap. I'm thankful for my life and my adoptive family, but honestly, at times, I hate being adopted. Everyone else can be with their biological families but me. Now that I'm an adult, it gets harder. I can't wrap my mind around carrying a child and birthing a child just to give your own baby away. It's not something to be proud of either.

Having no genetics around you sucks. Not knowing where you're from sucks. I literally have so many issues from being adopted it's not a joke. Conservatives can push adoption all they want but adoption has its own issues too. Women shouldn't be forced to carry a pregnancy just to give the baby away for adoption. Adoption should be for kids who truly need it when they don't have any family willing to take them in. Why do we want more kids born when we can't even take care of the kids we already have born?

And inflation is a bitch right now. My parents brought their houses for cheap. Their college degrees were cheap. Most people can't even afford to live, let alone pay their medical bills. Many people can't afford rent or a mortgage.

So, yes, I'm a conservative Christian adoptee who is against abortion laws. The prolife movement is a joke. I hate my damn state. And shut the fuq up about adoption. We don't need more babies born to be adopted anyway. Women aren't here to be your incubators.

And before y'all attack me, I believe in Jesus, the Bible, and I've attended Christian schools my entire life. My boyfriend is a preachers kid and grew up more religious than I did. I still attend church, and I still have my beliefs. I attended Christian college and came back a different person once I got outside of my bubble and my family. I see a lot of stuff differently and feel I was brainwashed on many things. I still don't support the abortion ban. Make abortion legal for all. Now shut up and actually practice what you preach if you're prolife. I'm not talking about preventing abortion or banning it either. The hard work of helping born kids and born people who are struggling.

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Episode parallels and foreshadowing

- The immaculate conception and complete irony of Gabrielle’s Hope

One of the greatest and cleverest pieces of foreshadowing in ‘Xena: Warrior Princess’ is the possibly intentional parallels with the episodes ‘Cradle Of Hope’ from Season 1 and ‘Gabrielle’s Hope’ from Season 3. Both these episodes are aptly titled and you’ll understand why and how when I explain what the respective episodes are about.

In ‘Cradle Of Hope’ Xena and Gabrielle find a baby in a basket that has ended up on one of the banks from downstream and Gabrielle questions why anyone would send a baby down the river. They also meet this woman called Pandora who is the descendant of the original Pandora with the Box - of which she still carries through the lineage of her family bloodline. We all know the legendary story of how everything in Pandora’s Box escapes except the Hope of Mankind. The Box accidentally gets knocked over at the end of the episode by complete clumsiness on Gabrielle’s part and that is what causes it to open - only to find that there is absolutely nothing in it at all. No hope.

In ‘Gabrielle’s Hope’ Gabrielle births a demon baby (who she literally calls Hope) because she was basically raped in the previous episode by Dahak; the One God of All Evil (or something like that). After birthing the baby and spending the second half of the episode running away from Xena and the Knights Of The Round Table (don’t ask) Gabrielle sends this baby down the river in a basket to protect it from Xena who wants to kill it to which comes to bite her back later. Coming to learn that Hope represented no hope at all.

The foreshadowing with these episode parallels is so great and clever to me because with Pandora’s Box in ‘Cradle Of Hope’, the Box turns out to be empty and so nothing of materiality escapes from it. But we could interpret what Xena says to Gabrielle about hope “living inside all of us” as that foreshadowing to Gabrielle becoming pregnant with Hope. Then from that there’s this whole shows-long anxiety with Gabrielle every time someone uses the term “hope” in a positive or reassuring way. Because the Hope in this show was the opposite of the Hope of Mankind. It was the destruction of it. And whether this was intentional by the writers or not (I’ll make a note to ask Steven L. Sears about this at some point), it is a personal headcanon for me that Hope did actually escape from Pandora’s Box and it was entirely Gabrielle’s fault why and how for accidentally opening the Box. It’s like the metaphor for “opening up a can of worms”, and it sort of takes the rape scenario with Dahak and turns it into an immaculate conception out of the purity and innocence of Gabrielle that ultimately is part of what forces Gabrielle out of it and has a hand in developing the character even more into the eventually heart-hardened Battling Bard we come to know in the later seasons in much the same way that Xena’s immaculate conception of Eve (who represents the opposite of Hope for the most part) has a hand in what heart-softens the Warrior Princess. I really kind of love interpreting and headcanon-ing the theme and character of “Hope” in this way rather than it’s actual definition. It’s just another way the show can subvert tropes that are harmful and controversial. In a way, to me, Gabrielle protecting her purity and innocence ends up being what causes and forces her to actually lose it. 🎶And isn’t it ironic, don’t you think?🎶

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Dyana coming back doesn’t even make sense. To end up back into Aegon’s grasp for what? She’s not a slave, she is allowed to leave her job. Is it because Dyana believes Rhaenyra is our rightful Valyrian Kween who is going to save Westeros from a threat no one fucking knows about that is hundreds of years away? What has Rhaenyra done for anyone to deserve that kind of allegiance that places them in harms way? Did she return to help carry out Blood and Cheese? Did she come back to help Team Black victimize another innocent woman and a 4-5 year old little girl. Would Dyana support the kidnapping or murder of a child she knows and has helped care for? For Someone she’s never glanced at or spoken to because she’s been on Dragonstone doing zilch since Dyana was a child. Someone that we’ve seen state with their whole chest that the smallfolk don’t matter.

Alicent gave Dyana moontea and more money than she would’ve ever made in her life as a servant. I’ve read the books, I’ve watched every season the first series and never has a woman/girl in her position been offered as much. So often they’re shamed, even by their own brothers and fathers and they’re forced to go into sex work or they’re given to an abusive ancient minor Lord who already had multiple wives and a bunch of heirs already or given to some hedge knight- like Lollys Stokeworrh. A character who comes from a noble family, has an intellectual disability, was gang raped and is now too scared to leave her rooms. Lollys who has the mind of a young child gets pregnant from her rape and doesn’t know what’s happening to her but she has to carry the baby to term and raise them. Lollys is never spoken about with empathy or sympathy. She is dehumanized, treated like property and given to Bronn a newly knighted sellsword who wishes for her sister to die so he can inherit a Castle.

Noble blood or not, these women are so so rarely given justice or compensation, even though that could never take away the trauma of being violated. In Westeros tealing property is seen as a greater offense than sexually assaulting a woman or girl. You could lose a limb for that, you don’t even lose respect for being a rapist. Even Ned Stark still loved, supported and fought for Robert Baratheon knowing of what happened to Elia Martell and her children and how it went unpunished. He’s known Robert since he was a little boy and knows that Robert is an abusive drunken rapist with bastards all over the seven kingdoms.

Alicent seeing herself in Dyana gave her what she herself could never get, empathy for what happened to her, moontea and a chance to escape a Targaryen King and start somewhere new without his child.

Why the hell would she come back to directly serve her rapist who is now not even just a Prince whose mother yells at and slaps any longer but he’s now a King who has the highest station in Westeros. One of the most powerful men in this entire universe..

The writers need to make it make sense. Doing things that make Team Green look bad just to make Team Black the righteous ones is one of the worst aspects of the show. They don’t trust their viewers to understand moral ambiguity. If you ever come across posts from around the internet Pre HOTD the show support between Aegon/Team Green and Rhaenyra/Team Black was pretty equally solit. I was a young teenager when I read the “Princess and the Queen”and even I understood neither team was deserving of full support and no characters besides Helaena and Rhaena were innocent. Aegon is now known as a coward, when most people pre show whether they liked him or not thought that he was brave. Pre show no one was cheering on Blood and Cheese and calling Daemon a feminist malewife. Rhaenyra’s sons weren’t Sainted figures. No one was calling Alicent’s children fake Targaryens and throwing “Hightower” around like it’s an insult. Criston was far from hated. Rhaenyra wasn’t some flat character, she didn’t need to be to get supporters. The show writers don’t trust their Rhaenyra as a character on her own to be likable enough that viewers would support her. Same with the rest of team black as a whole, they have to show Team Green in the most negative light for fear that people won’t side with Rhaenyra.

I think you're jumping the gun too much on Dyana right now and are venturing on victim blaming territory... Listen, we don't know anything about what she's going to do in the new season. There is no information about her outside of the fact that she's not working in the castle anymore but at an inn that Aegon will be visiting. That's it. Insulting her based on a hypothetical scenario we have no idea is real is not helping anybody.

Not to mention... If Dyana does help Blood and Cheese getting into Maegor's Holdfast.... What makes you think she's going to do it willingly? She is a peasant, marginalized, a sexual assault victim, probably without any family, and a wisp of a girl. Blood and Cheese could just easily grab her by the scruff and force her to do whatever they want her to do with little fight back because how can she? And even then, we don't even know if that's what she's going to do at all in season 2... I'm sorry but I really hated this ask. Don't talk about this poor girl like that on my blog.