erens mean to u n makes you cry :((( to make it up to you by holding you up by the knees, full nelson n milk your pretty pussy dry :((( eren much prefers to make you cry from wringing every drop of cum he can out of your cute cunt then cryunf cuz you’re upset with him 🥺
f-full n-nelson eren- ...you are so evil for this :(
minors dni.
“Stop... wiggling s’much,” he rasps in your ear, slamming his hips to bottom out inside of you. “Makes it hard to hold ya like this.”
Your eyes roll into the back of your head. A puff of air and sound comes through your nose, hysterical noise that accompanies curled toes and wet cheeks.
Eren’s strong. So strong. And big. It’s ridiculous. It’s ridiculous. He holds your legs up over the upper half of your body, not minding one bit the rolls your tummy makes in result. Bears your full weight against his torso and between the inner elbows of his arms. Your legs are spread wide like this, your dripping wet pussy on display. anyone could walk in on you. they’d have a front row seat to Eren’s thick cock pounding up into your clenching cunt.
“Don’ cry anymore, okay?” It’s murmured against your cheek, the depth of his voice sincere and mournful. “Hate when I make you c-cry.”
You’re just about to tell him that you’re crying now, practically sobbing with the way his cock head slams against the top of your pussy, stuffs you with too much. You’re about to tell him that you’re already a mess when he spreads your knees more and groans heartily at the fluttering of your pussy—
“‘Less s’like this, yeah?” He coos, strands of hair left out of the bun sticking to his face. “‘Ure such a baby,” but its said so affectionately, “raise my voice a little and you stop talkin’ to me for hours.”
Yeah, ‘cause he deserves it. Eren can be vicious, can be cruel, and you won’t withstand it. You’re not built to. You only pull away because he pushes you away.
“S’my fault, though,” he concedes. Warmth fills his chest when your head nods enthusiastically in agreement. “Gotta make up for it, don’t I? Make you cry ‘cause you’re gonna cum. ‘Cause you love me.”
“Y—yess,” you hiss, body jerking with every thrust. Your pussy aches all over, from inside where Eren’s almost milked your cunt dry to the outside where his heavy balls keep slapping against your skin. “You’re—so—stupid—,”
“Yeah,” Eren agrees, breathless and stomach tensing with the ferocity of his oncoming orgasm. His balls are tightening, his cock is throbbing; he’s gonna give all of it to you. “M’an idiot.”
“Eren,” you sob, “m’gonna cum.” You sound so small, so pathetic, nails digging into his forearms and your body strung tight. Your nerve-endings are on fire; eyes burning with fresh waves of tears and the corner of your mouth dingy with drool. Your knees tremble inward, trying to stall and lessen the pressure building in your tummy, but Eren’s grip is solid, inescapable. Your cum is pouring out of you, tearing gasps and whimpers and spilling tears and letting Eren feel the tumultuous pulsing of your insides.
“So good to me.” He slides his arm to coddle the back of your thigh and rubs a big, warm hand over your tummy. “So fucking sweet. Gave me s’much cream. It’s fucking sloppy inside. M’gonna make it messier, okay? Fill you up with—with—fuck.”
“Give me—give me a baby,” you edge, rocking your hips downward to meet his sporadic thrusts. “Wanna have another—‘nother Jaeger running around, please.”
Eren groans like he’s in pain. There’s an explosion inside of you, wave after wave of cum spouting from his tip and making a home in your womb, right where you asked for it.
“There’s so much,” you hum, feeling globs of cum leak out from your cunny around the cock still buried inside of you. “You were really tryin’ to impregnate me, huh? First, you hurt my feelings n’ now, you want a baby? Make up your mind.”
Eren sputters between heaves of breath, cheeks stinging with warmth. “You...! You asked me to!”
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people with rape fantasies aren't evil they're almost all victims of csa but way to blame survivors
okay yknow what. i initially had a really drawn out thing here that was snarky and cruel and then i looked at it and i hated how i was talking to you, and i hated how cruel i was being to, i imagine, possibly another surviror, so i am taking a step back and retyping this. it's probably still not going to be as kind as you deserve, and i'm sorry for that. i am in pain.
i get it. i absolutely get it. i am a survivor of csa and while i would never actually do rapeplay with anyone ( because the idea of someone i love enough to fuck feeling anything other than abject horror at the idea of me being raped, let alone turned on by it, makes me want to crawl out of my skin ) i have had rape fantasies most of my life since the csa. brains are weird. they work in weird ways and cope with things in weird ways, especially if we go through shit as children. even if we don't have those traumas, we all — and especially AFAB people — are raised in an environment that frames domination and harm and oftentimes outright abuse as sexy and desirable, or at least inescapable. i don't think anyone is evil for having rape fantasies. i don't think anyone is evil for doing rapeplay in private, as much as it squicks me out ( and as much as i think the kind of people i see on tumblr doing rapeplay are really not at an emotional place where they can do it safely ). i don't even think anyone is Actually Evil for posting rape fantasies on tumblr dot com. maybe i shouldn't have used that word.
but i am tired of how inescapable this shit is. i am tired of plastering all over my blog that i hate that shit, that it disgusts me, that i don't want followers who like it or people who like it to interact with my posts, and that shit going ignored. y'all are out here getting off on a fantasy of losing consent and i am meanwhile actually having my consent ignored by y'all. and i am supposed to not feel like one is connected to the other
and i think i am allowed, on my personal tumblr blog for my kink and my porn and my gripes, to use the occasional hyperbole to describe this feeling. and yeah, also, even if i don't think anyone — especially not other survivors — is evil for posting rape fantasies, i do think that's not Great. i do think it's bad to go online and promote how hot you think rape is as if the dominant media conversation about rape doesn't so often head into Well Obviously She Wanted It. i don't think that going online and promoting oppressive systems and methods of maintaining that oppression is some sort of value neutral act. i think it fucking sucks, the same way i think detrans stuff fucking sucks for endorsing dominant and shitty culture stuff. no having these kinks doesn't make you evil and is often a trauma response and even so it's not fucking value neutral to promote abuse online. it's especially not value neutral how often this sort of blog ends up on my followers page no matter how clear i make it that i do not consent to that sort of interaction. i get it if a post makes it to a side of tumblr i didn't want it to, but surely yall are reading my pinned before you follow? or at least my description. SURELY if ur blog is dedicated to stuff you know is often triggering and upsetting you care enough to check folks boundaries about it?
like, listen. i'm sorry if the language caused you pain. i didn't mean to. but the fact that this is inescapable if i want to be in this space causes me pain. if yall are allowed to talks extensively about how great rape is and then go 'oh but i didn't mean it!' then i think im allowed to bitch about rape blogs being evil occasionally and have it be assumed that i am probably not actually suggesting they should all be jailed
i hope that whatever methods these folks use to cope serve them. i hope that i'm wrong, and it's fine and healthy. i also hope that they leave me alone.
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wiratomkinder
Shall do!
You have any good dreams lately?
haectemporasunt
hmm well the desperate gray clown monster this morning

was i telling you about the curse one?
i d have mentioned a play

wiratomkinder
That wasnt a dream that was an omen

wiratomkinder
And no u did not!
haectemporasunt
heheh

haectemporasunt
well! at this stage i m not sure i ll remember quite as much but

speaking of stephen king and joe hill and my crush on the girl from the ring
one of the things i ve always been into is the idea of kids banding together to defeat a supernatural evil and then later, (usually as teens), they have to go back and deal with it once and for all

wiratomkinder
Ooooooo
haectemporasunt
yeah it sounds cool but is kind of embarrassing bc you Know i m self inserting myself as one of those kids

snort ok anyway, this
dream followed that same sort of typical line
haectemporasunt
there was a play being performed at school and i had some bad presentiment about it, there was something i couldnt remember and i didnt want it performed, but since i cldnt articulate my fears couldnt convince the school to stop the play, nor cld i convince my younger brother not to star in it


wiratomkinder
Aughh that sounds stress inducing
haectemporasunt
so i m fiddling w my car and it s raining heavily and i m outside the auditorium, and the radio starts emitting static, and i stop fiddling w the light.... and i can distantly hear one of the play's (it was a musical i guess?) songs starting

and i Remembered
haectemporasunt
In my dream i just clenched up bc i remembered Her the Bad Thing and i remebered --and the memories were dizzying and made me feel ill, like waves of sickness that hit you inescapably and you know youre gonna vomit but there s no bathroom near


wiratomkinder
Hooooogh thats strong
haectemporasunt
when i was in school and my friends and i put on a play, and --i couldnt remember it all, but i rmemebered my friends and i in red coats [apparently doing the play but not in the auditorium, somewhere underground and filled with tree roots], standing around a big hole in stony ground, and stairs leading down , curving around the side into darkness, and i remember holding sheets of musical notes and old books, and i remember us saying things, and something going wrong

and whatever our goal was w our play, we must have gotten it, but we also got Her
haectemporasunt
you wld think she d have crawled up out of the dark but now

no*
i dont remember how she appeared but it wasnt from below, she was a symptom, not the source

wiratomkinder
Hooooly shit
haectemporasunt
and all of this is flashing in my head like how in my head i imagine epilepsy is like, and i m still in my car clutching at the air and whimpering but i m overcome with fear bc i m remembering and it s terrifying bc it means something happened to make me forget

and that s when i realize, firstly, that my friends, the others that performed the play with me in the underground room, most of them were no longer around and i didnt remember why or how but no one else remembered them either, there was just me and one other friend, and we didnt talk anymore,
and secondlly, i realized that it was almost pitch dark in my car even tho it was light outside the window, and the darkness was centered behind me

wiratomkinder
Jeeeeeeeeez
haectemporasunt
and you know that slow turn that ppl do in horror movies? and they see the Thing grinning at them? and then they die?

this is the cool part of my dream--or it was cool for me anyway bc , again, i m a sucker for these tropes
bc i imagined that happening, and i could feel Her behind me and i cld hear her teeth
but ... i had dealt with this before even tho i cldnt remember the details, and i knew looking behind me wld be Death
worse than death
haectemporasunt
bc death ends


wiratomkinder
hyoley shit
haectemporasunt
but i d dealt with her so i knew first , she would talk to me. because of our intense history [fuck you max and your fetish for killer undead women], she wld want to play w me a little, so i had an opening where she wldnt kill me outright


wiratomkinder
GGHFGHFFHH
haectemporasunt
so i was pretending i was still remembering , and i was slowly moving my hand towards the door handle

haectemporasunt
and i felt her hair brush against my ear and she whispered "i missed you, max. you have to look at me now"

and i grabbed the door handle and slammed against the car door to get out...but it was locked.

wiratomkinder
YEEEESH
haectemporasunt
so,

i have enough time to think, Shit
haectemporasunt
and then her arms are around my neck and she is twisting me so i will look at her back behind me in the back seat

her hands make me ache
(btw wtf was happening to me that i was feeling this? i can only think it was the tinge of a body part going numb, or i was sleeping on my neck wrong)
but in my hands i now had the , whatchamacallit, the program for jake's play,
and i kept getting flashes of what i wld look like from the outside as i died, but i Knew now that bc the program had words from the play on it, i cld use that paper as a barrier , albeit small , against her
but i had to look at her to hold the paper up against her

wiratomkinder
hyooooof like fighting a medusa riding a basilisk
haectemporasunt
hehehe

so i turn around and i m trying to look only at the paper as i shove it hard against her bedraggled ripped up chest as she s scratching at me, but in the corner of my eye i can see her face and it is.... nightmarish
ha, literally

wiratomkinder
OH NOO
haectemporasunt
she is grinnig impossibly wide--and her head is so big, it s bigger than her body or that's how it feels--like, it s normal sized, but ,,,,, it feels really close up against you even when she s separated from you by a chair...it s hard to describe but you can feel something is immense and monstrous inside and 'beyond' her

she s bigger than this corpse she s using

wiratomkinder
Yess like a weird perception thing
Your field of vision zooms tf in
haectemporasunt
i m nost sure how to describe her face in a way that actuall y evokes the terror

especially when, ha, you cld summarize her homicidal glee as 'Dead and Loving It'
but her face was smashed
like porcelain

wiratomkinder
Yee gotcha gotcha

wiratomkinder
Oof
haectemporasunt
black cracks, red meat, and her eyes were really horrible and big, and her mouth was too wide, inhumanly wide, and cracked too

haectemporasunt
and she was very happy and furious to see me

we apparently had unfinished business that involved me being brutally broken
and then worst than killed
ha sorry i m taking too long

wiratomkinder
No ur good!
I wanna know whats up with ms. Corpse bride over here
haectemporasunt
i pushed the paper aginst her and she was trying to throttle me and she was laughing in this quiet whispery way that was...super creepy bc it was like immense passion whistling out of cracks

haectemporasunt
and w my free hand i m scrabbling at the door lock, and finally it comes freen but now the paper is basically being sandwiched btw me and Her, we re pressed against each other and that sbad bc she s making me hallucinate that i m already dead and broken , like, i can see that my neck got broken when the car's tires somehow rolled over my neck

haectemporasunt
(i guess that was a power of hers, remembering deaths and then they become real?)

but the door gets free and i tumble backwards out of the car and slam it shut!!!!!

wiratomkinder
FREEDOM!!!!
haectemporasunt
yeah!!!

haectemporasunt
god it felt so good, id outwitted ( """"outwitted"""") her once again, and she cldnt leave the car for some reason--in waking hours i think, maybe bc it was still daylight even tho rain? or bc it was open sky? but in the dream i just Knew she cldnt follow me . i was safe until i went back indoors

which i wld have to do in order to enter the auditorium and stop the play
haectemporasunt
but i was remembering this wasnt the first time i d outwitted her! i cld remember dank school corridors and a blue tiled pool and other situations where i d managed to evade her,e ven as she crawled into other people and burst them apart from the inside

knowledge...with knowledge you cld survive against her, but there was something you needed to forget too, and i was starting to remember that too
haectemporasunt
in fact i cld remember the last time, the time the third to last of our friend group died, and friend (the one i didnt speak to anymore) and i had agreed that we needed to forget


wiratomkinder
Hyoooooooogh

wiratomkinder
Tactical amnesia
haectemporasunt
it was camping, we were desperate and trying to escape the play's consequences (which went beyond Her bc she was a mere symptom rmemeber) , we d made a sacrifice, done a ritual, and we were trying to isolate ourselves, and i remember watching my friend die in that campsite, i cant remember what happened now, i think their tent collapsed, and then something was in the collapsed tent with them, and we cld just see their squirming body and hear this ... sink disposal unit sound

and i nearly died in my tent with Her on top of me, squeezing my throat and slamming me rhythmically with one of the tomes we d used in the play ritual, just smashing me in the face and her horrible smile
and the remaining friend had intervened, and she dug her fingernail under my eye and then she was gone
and that was when we decided we had to forget

wiratomkinder
Holy shit
haectemporasunt
sadly that was getting near the end

i remember the auditorium being very red and i remember my brother and his friends looking up as i approached
i remember the terrible importance of what i d chosen to forget
and i dont know what She was except she was partly a Force ie a force of (super)nature and that she d also once been a girl with feelings and perhaps love in her heart
haectemporasunt
but sadly i cant really remember anything else

just me and my papers trying to convince others not to commit the same mistakes i did i guess?

wiratomkinder
Holy shit
Thats really somethin!!!
haectemporasunt
i m kinda sad bc if i were to copy paste this for tumblr to enjoy someone s gonna be like Lol gravity falls forgetting plot

or something

wiratomkinder
Awww naw i dunno
haectemporasunt
but i really liked it! and not just bc i felt important and knowledgable


wiratomkinder
Dreams is dreams they happen as they happen
And hell yeah! That was an adventure!
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