#rapevictim

[queerexpressions]

“that he’d been vindicated somehow”

[mossygrove333]

IN HONOR OF MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS MONTH

it is NOT weird to go to therapy

you should NOT feel ASHAMED or EMBARRASSED for seeking medical help for mental problems

your FEELINGS and HEALTH is important and VALID

taking MEDS is A-OKAY and NOTHING to be ashamed of

being depressed does NOT mean you are LAZY

anxiety is REAL and VALID

bpd and bipolar are NOT the same but both are valid\

seeking HELP for SELF HARM is IMPORTANT

struggling with hyper sexuality because of abuse DOES NOT make you DIRTY

your trauma is VALID and NOT your fault

an eating disorder is NOT vain or for attention

ocd is NOT a trend

substance abuse IS hard and we NEED to help those with it

schizophrenia DOES NOT mean someone is crazy or dangerous

dissociation is trauma response and NOT quirky

IT IS IMPULSIVE THOUGHTS NOT INTRUSIVE ONES

THANK YOU, DRINK WATER, TAKE UR MEDS, AND I LOVE YOU GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, AND GOODNIGHT

[call-me-a-simp]

Heal My Wounds

The Call (Part 5)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

You both wake up to an incoming call on your phone. It's an unknown number and since you blocked your ex-boyfriend you're scared he just got a new phone to terrorize you with.

"Don't you wanna answer that" Rhea groans, she didn't like being waken so early after being up almost half of the night.

"N-no I can't" you whisper, arms wrapped around your knees drawn to your chest, whipping back and forth.

"I'm scared Rhea, what if it's him?" tears start to form in your eyes. Demi finally turns around and sits up. "Hey it's okay, calm down" she comforts you, rubbing your back.

"Let's answer it together" Rhea says and presses the green button on your phone. "Hello?" she says.

"Who is this, where's y/n?" a dark male voice replies.

"This is Demi, a friend of hers" A friend. You don't know what it is but her words trigger a feeling in you that you can't exactly describe.

"Can I talk to y/n?" he sounds pretty annoyed.

Rhea looks at you and you frantically shake your head no.

"Sorry you can't, what can I do for you?" Rhea says.

"Why not"

"Uh.. She showering right now" Demi lies.

"Then I'll call back when she's done" The man says angrily and hangs up.

It's silent for a moment before Rhea decides to speak again. "Was that him?" you just nod, tears silently running down your cheeks.

Demi notices and pulls you into a hug. "It's ok darling, I won't let him hurt you again" she says, stroking your arm. Darling. Why does she say that, you're not a couple, you think.

"It's my day off, if you want we can stay in bed and cuddle whilst watching a film or something."

"That would be great" you respond.

Rhea lays down on her back and you snuggle up to her, letting your head rest on her chest. She puts an arm around you drawing patterns all over it.

"What movie would you like to see?"

"Do you know (insert favorite movie)?" you ask. "No I don't but it sounds interesting. Let's see... Ah there it is" she hits play and eventually you both fall back to sleep.

Juuust to wake up to an incoming call again. "Oh shut the fuck up! Really?!" you laugh at how pissed Rhea is. She smacks your shoulder in a playful manner and reaches over to grab your phone again.

"Don't worry, we'll do it together" she says reassuringly and grabs your hand.

"Hello?"

"Hey it's Demi again, what can I do for you?"

"She still showering?" he's clearly annoyed.

"No, she's next to me listening. You're on speaker."

He groans "Then why can't she answer herself?!"

As none of you responds he continues "Listen you little brat, you're either coming back to me right now or tell me where the fuck you are and I'll get you!"

You tense up and Rhea releases your hand to put her arm around you.

"She definitely won't do that considering what you've done to her"

"What I've done to her? She was the one who manipulated and took advantage of me, I just defended myself!" he argued.

"Listen. I don't know everything that happened, at least not yet, but from what I know that wasn't just self defense. You beat her up and raped her multiple times. You're lucky I didn't call the police yet!" Rhea snaps back.

"Whatever. Y/n get the fuck away from this psycho, she's not good for you, and come back to me."

"N-no" you dare to say now that you feel safe and protected by Rhea.

"Oh you're gonna regret this you little brat! Wait till I find out where you are and I'm gonna make the rest of your life a living hell!" she shouts.

Before he could say anything else Rhea ends the call and blocks the number. "What an idiot.." she scoffs putting the phone away again.

"Hey, you did great! I'm proud of you for finally standing up against him." A smile tuggs on your lips as she says so. "Come on, let's get breakfast, I'm hungry" Rhea says and gets up.

You walk into the kitchen and help her make some scrumbeled eggs together with bacon and toast.

You sit down to eat together. While Demi is focused on her food you take a second to look at her. How comes you never noticed how good she looks?

Demi notices you're staring at her and looks up. She smiles at you and you blush and quickly look away, making her laugh.

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Part 5 of my series Heal My Wounds as always, leave your suggestions, wishes and so on in the comments :)

Taglist: @thatonepansexual2000

[2012wannabe]

10 minutes vs. A lifetime

my first fic in years! Lemme know what u think!!

wc: 1k

cw: Abby Anderson x AFAB!reader(reader has breasts), reader has a history of sa/rape by a man and has a panic attack during sex. honestly just some mentally ill shit

Notes for my fanfiction

Tugging Abby’s arm, you pulled her into your living room from your kitchen and firmly pulled her into a kiss.

“What’s this?”

“I can do it. I think I can.”

“Are you sure you want this? I don’t want you to do this because you think you have to.”

“I appreciate that,” you said with a small smile.

“But I promise you that I want this.” You grabbed her arms, touching her hands and her wrists. You had always been obsessed with her arms, not just her biceps and her shoulders but her forearms down to her fingers, they just caught your eye every time especially when she wore those muscle tanks you like. Abby nodded and kissed you back, and you were excited. Not just horny excited, but excited.

Sometimes you went through phases where all you could think about were his hands and his touch leading to you having panic attacks when you had sex. You couldn't separate her touch from his and you inexplicably hated it. You loved Abby, and not being able to be intimate with her made you sad. She was so good about it too, saying that she’d gladly be celibate if it meant she got to be with you. (You cried after because of how much she loved you and she looked so concerned until you explained).

You pulled your shirt over your head and tried to unclasp your bra all sexy knowing how much Abby loved your breasts. You kissed her again and placed her hands on your waist letting her feel you up and rubbing down your back to grab your butt and slap it. You gasped into the kiss when she did and pushed yourself closer to her.

“I fucking love you.” She whispered.

“I fucking love you too.”

You pushed her to sit down on the couch, sitting on her lap and grinding against her. It had been so long, too long. Abby mumbled something you didn’t quite catch but you didn’t care, even just grinding against her thigh through your pants and hers sent a shock down to your core. She moved you momentarily to take off her pants and welcomed you back in her arms. You kissed again and let her feel and grope your butt and thighs when all of a sudden a little twinge of negative emotion started in your chest. You couldn't tell what it was quite yet but your brain scrambled knowing a panic attack was near. You kissed her more fiercely because you really did want this. She picked you up and laid you on the couch unbuttoning your pants and that little tiny twinge turned into something much more. Your heart started beating rapidly, palpitating so much so that you heard and felt it in your ears and chest. You lost your breath, starting to hyperventilate looking up at her panicked but mostly sad. She left your pants alone and asked,

“Are you okay baby?” She knew it was a pointless question, but talking grounded you. You wanted to say you were okay, but your eyes watered and tears leaked down your cheeks. Softly touching your face, she wiped your tears and sat you up still crying.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” You hiccupped.

“I know you feel like you have to say it but I promise you that you don't have to apologize. It's okay. It's okay my love.”

“Fuck, why can’t I just do this?” You muttered. You clung to Abby's touch, finding solace in her unwavering presence.

"I'm here," Abby murmured softly.

"You're not alone. I love you.” She said, moving to get your shirt.

“Is it okay if I, or do you need to do it?”

“It's okay, you can do it.” You tried to smile at her but it came out pained. I wish it was over, you thought. Why is it that ten minutes for him had to become a whole lifetime for me? You cried even harder with the panic attack over with and buried your head in your arms. She gently raised your arms, slipping your shirt over your head and still sat right by your side, rubbing circles into your back and whispering comforting words to you which in a way made you feel worse. You didn't want Abby to have to deal with your problems and as much as you knew she would be appalled if you ever said it you still felt like you were a burden to her. You loved the feeling of being taken care of but you felt bad when people did. You felt guilty and unworthy even though you knew consciously you were absolutely worthy of love and care. Especially not being able to do something as natural as have sex with your romantic partner made you feel like you weren’t enough. Your lip quivered again and all you could do is cry into her shoulder and rush out another string of apologies. She continued to comfort you until the tears stopped and you were finally able to catch your breathe and ask,

“Do you mind if I have a moment to myself? I just want to sleep.”

“Of course.” She said giving you a genuine smile. Your heart twisted a bit but you got into you and Abby’s shared bed and wrapped your arms around yourself under the covers. You tried to close your eyes but your brain wouldn’t let up. Some time passed and you rolled around despite the whole ordeal exhausting you.

“Abby?” You called.

“Yeah?” She called back, instantly walking over into the bedroom.

“Can you lay with me?”

“Of course baby.” So she got into bed and you wrapped her arm around you and cuddled into her anyway already feeling your body relax.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with my problems.”

“I love you so so so much, you know that right?”

“I know.”

“And you know you will never ever ever be a burden to me right?” Fuck.

“Yeah I know.” You kissed her for the last time that night and let her love be the last thing you felt before you drifted off to sleep.

[corruptiongremlin]

watching cute home movies of him raping me unconscious >>>

[keenzinemugstudent]

I respectfully just want to say... Some of y'all sus asf

Proshippers scare me I just saw three mfs make Miguel O'Hara x Miles on AO3 trying to find Miguel O'Hara x reader stories wtf is with mfs sexualizing r#pe of minors??? Why not just make self insert characters write yourselves some of you mfs are fucking weird ASF when it comes to shipping characters especially you 20 to 30 year old mfs y'all should know better who tf thinks about a grown man r#ping a kid like be fucking for real can't even watch a good movie without some f****** weirdos coming out the wood being like "oh let me just think of him r#ping a damn kid that'll get my rocks off!🥺😃"

For example just found this

I'm sorry I just really wanted to find Miguel X reader story and all I get is some creepy mfs shipping a man with a kid

[indica-vixen]

[come1nalone]

[tomi4i]

" Israeli soldiers raped Palestinian women in Gaza "

[stop-smoking-ily]

i just want everything to stop

[call-me-a-simp]

Heal My Wounds

Nightmare (Part 4)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

You are tied to the bed in your old bedroom. The one you used to share with your ex-boyfriend. You look around, trying to find something that could help you free yourself and notice you're completely naked. You call out for help but no one seems to hear you. It's dark outside so it must be nighttime. Why don't your neighbors hear you? Their bedroom is exactly on top of yours.

You hear someone turning the key in the lock outside and a second later the door is pushed open. You see your ex-boyfriend standing in the door frame, you are relieved, thinking he came to free you. "Babe oh my God, I'm so glad you're here. Can you help me get these off?" you say, mentioning towards the rope around your hands and feet. But his facial expression was very different from normal, there was a fire burning behind his eyes. He was furious. A bad feeling creeps up on you, you are scared. But he wouldn't hurt his little princess, would he?

He walks towards you and shuts your mouth with his hand. "One more note and I'll cut your throat" he growls dead serious. Taking his hand off your mouth he begins to take off his clothes. You think you know where this is going to. Small tears running down your cheeks now.

He crawls on top of you and kisses your lips. You try to turn your head away but one of his strong hands wraps around your throat holding you in place.

He pulls away and starts kissing your neck, down to your chest and lower abdomen. You squirm under his touch, wanting him to stop, but you didn't dare do say anything anymore, fearing what he said would come true.

Gripping one of your boobs with one hand, he forces the other one between your legs.

He starts rubbing your clit almost aggressively and you try to close your legs to get him to stop but he's much stronger than you. You close your eyes, hoping it would be over soon.

The next thing you know is him pushing his hard cock into your hole with so much force, it makes you scream and cry. Then everything goes black...

You wake up sweating and panting. You had a nightmare about your ex-boyfriend raping you for the first time.

You get up to get yourself a glass of water from the kitchen, being as quiet as possible not wanting to wake Rhea.

"Hey" you hear her sleepy voice behind you as you stand in the kitchen filling your glass. "What are your doing here?" she asks.

"Just getting a glass of water" you reply and turn around. "then why are you all sweaty and shaking?". You shrug, "c'mon y/n, tell me why you're really here".

You sigh and sit down at the kitchen isle. Demi takes a seat next to you. You tell her about the nightmare and the fear your ex might find and harm you.

She listens carefully not interrupting you once. When you finish, she just stands up quietly and wraps her arms around your shoulders from behind, resting her head on her arms next to yours.

"I'm here for you whenever you need me" she whispers. You take one of her hands and intertwine your fingers. The other hand holds onto her forearm.

You stay like that for a while until Rhea pulls away. "It's time for bed" she says in a low voice. "Can you stay with me?" you whisper. "You wanna sleep together in the bed?". You nod. "ok" Demi smiles at you, taking your hand and leading you back into the bedroom.

You crawl into bed and Rhea gets in next to you, tugging you in under the blanket. She reaches over you to turn off the light on the bedside table.

"good night" she whispers. "thank you Rhea, good night" you respond. Demi turns away from you and soon falls asleep again.

You listen to her quiet, even breathing. It calms you down, knowing you aren't alone and somebody's there to protect you.

You try to go back to sleep too but it just won't work. You turn to your side, looking at Rhea. She lays there so peacefully, the faint moonlight shining on her.

You feel yourself getting tired off the sight of seeing her sleep. You slowly drift off and fall into a more peaceful dreamless sleep.

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Part 4 of my Heal My Wounds series, enjoy! As always, leave wishes, request and ides in the comments.

Taglist: @thatonepansexual2000

[2012wannabe]

the conversation

cw/tw: r*ape and trauma from it, basically reader having to tell Abby about it because it would impact their sex life ie me having to have that fucking conversation w my partners irl and it making me want to kms. based on the dream I had last night, can you tell I’m nervous about my date on Friday 😭😭😭 anywayyy reader isn’t described at all so it’s no my technically f!reader although I always write with that in mind

wc: 644

Laying with Abby, your head on her thighs, you stared up at her with your heart rattling in your chest. You were going to have the conversation with her but the words just wouldn’t work.

I just wanted to let you know…

I was…

When I was younger, there was a guy and…

Your voice became dry, your eyes threatening to become watery. You just didn’t want to ruin everything. The conversation had to happen at some point, you were going to have sex eventually and the last thing you wanted was to freak out during sex and have her think it was her fault.

“What’s wrong?” Abby asked, her voice interrupting your thoughts. You adjusted yourself so that you were sitting normally next to her.

“I’m okay, I just wanted to talk to you.” Her face quickly turned into an expression of concern and you rushed to correct her.

“You didn’t do anything, it’s not that. It’s me.” You paused and took a breath. Well, I have to do it now.

“As our relationship develops there are just a couple things you need to know about me. About something that happened to me.” Your breathing started to pick up and your hands started to shake.

“When I was younger, a guy, he uhh…” You trailed off. You hoped Abby would just get it so you didn’t have to say it but nothing is ever easy, is it?

“I was…” sexually assaulted and raped. Tears started to form in your eyes and you unsuccessfully tried to blink them away. Abby immediately tended to you, holding your hand and reaching to get you tissues. The gesture alone could make you cry and sob. You tried to get more words out but you just sat there, mouth open. More tears flowed and you repressed the sobs that wracked your body.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t think it would be this hard.”

“It’s okay, you’re okay. You don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready.”

“I want to continue to be with you, I want to be intimate with you so bad. But I can’t without having this conversation.” Abby had started to put the pieces together and her heart broke into another piece with every tear. She reached her arm around you and pulled you in for a hug.

“Would you like to write it down?” She asked. You nodded yes and like that a paper and pencil were being thrust into your hands.

I was raped.

You slightly scratched out the last word, almost trying to make it better somehow. Abby nodded, carefully guarding her own reaction and expression to watch yours.

There are places you can’t touch me, certain things you can’t do because I’ll cry.

You resisted crumpling up the paper and throwing it to the side. All your emotions swirled around in your head like a tornado and you were dizzy. You wanted to bury yourself into her side and let her comfort you but also run away at the same time. Abby pulled you in for a hug and by then you were just blankly staring into whatever object was in your eye-line.

“I’m really happy that you felt comfortable enough to share that with me and I’ll do my best when we are intimate to make it as good as possible for you. If you want to, we can establish non verbal cues so that if you get triggered during sex you can easily let me so I can stop. I would never want to do anything that would hurt you.”

Abby was too good, too kind. It was almost overwhelming sometimes.

“Thank you. I would love that.” You said with a sniffle.

“Another time I can tell you what those things are exactly but not now.” Abby nodded,

“Okay. Whenever you’re comfortable.”

“Thank you. Just thank you.”

[charzeewrites]

Why must I shut up? Why do I have to keep quiet?! So I don't make people uncomfortable? Well fuck that. What about me? You don't think I was uncomfortable? You don't think I was uncomfortable when he stole a part of me away and destroyed me in the process? Why must I keep quiet about the way he ruined my body? Because it makes some people uneasy? Good. It fucking should. Why must the victims be silent about the monsters that hurt us? I am never getting that part of me back, and I'm just not allowed to even speak of it? I want to scream it. I want to scream from the rooftops of how he's a monster. But I can't. Because the public doesn't approve of that. And speaking of your damage makes you an attention speaker, no matter how badly you actually need the attention.

[sadsuckypoetry]

TW: mention of SA and death.

sometimes, i am not sure if it’s appropriate to speak about what he did to me. because he was kind, he was loving, he was sweet. but he did rape me. and he’s dead. i don’t know if it’s appropriate to hate a dead man who just so happened to be perfect other than the rape part. i don’t know if it’s okay to hate him for the way i don’t remember anything, i just remember waking up bent over the bathroom counter. i remember lifting my head and making eye contact with my reflection, too confused to even process what was going on. i don’t remember much after that. i don’t remember much before it either. i was heartbroken when he died because as much as i hated him for what he did he was still perfect in every other way. i found myself defending him to myself, how dare i tarnish a dead man’s name? he was my friend, but he did rape me. am i mourning my friend or my rapist? am i wrong for mourning him? am i wrong for saying he was perfect in every other way? it feels wrong, but he was. how do i convince myself that it is okay to hate a dead man?

j.p.