#tw: child molestation

[thingstrumperssay]

Every accusation by the right is a confession.

I’m preemptively mad that they’re probably going to let him go for “being a man of god” like that one pastor in Tennessee who regularly raped his adopted daughter.

#youth pastor #tw: child rape #tw: child molestation #church #religion

[goldentemplariumcrow]

At times I question what Dio's partners/friends who are more lawful-good or lawful-neutral would think of him when discovering that his first conscious kill for the Templar Order was when he was sixteen years old, but the target was a fifty-six years old teacher in the school where he attended, and was an ex-priest who was part of a group that trafficked young boys and teens to the European sex market, and that Dio downright lost his virginity the same day he did it?

That afternoon was a shit show, Dio wanted to escape, but at the same time he couldn't, because if he did it could be considered an intentional kill (which it was, but he had to make it look like it wasn't), so he stood there with the corpse, unable to cry and irresponsive, half-naked, like a boy who was caught in a stupor, but inside he felt some sort of distorted accomplishment as it sank in his mind that the pig would never be able to hurt another child or teen again.

Only many hours later Dio would come to cry, but not for the shock of the situation or for having lost his virginity. He cried because deep down, he still hoped that if he met someone he loved, he'd be able to offer them his first time, but with that gone, there was nothing more he could give his first love. That last little thread of innocence was taken away from him by the Templar Order and his mission, and there was nothing he could use, say or do to change it. That was quite literally his rite into becoming a fully fledged Black Cross Initiate and also an adult, even though he was still just a teenager.

#》headcanons:dionisus #tw: rape #tw: child molestation

[the-sayuri-rin]

A member of the Academy has been found guilty on 3 counts of child molestation"We would have grounds, under our rules, to expel any member convicted of a violent crime," the Academy said in a statement regarding Cooper at the start of his trial.

#tw: child molestation mention #tw: child molestation

[fxtalitygod]

VII. ~Survival~

Summary: You were determined to survive longer than anyone, even if you were set to marry him.

Genre: Historical AU, angst, mature, suggestive, arranged-marriage

Warnings: Dark themes, theme/depictions of horror, swearing/language, suggestive, mentioned pedophilia, child molestation, attempted child sexual assault, mentions of adult murder, implications of impregnating, implied Stockholm Syndrome, images/depictions of dead bodies, slight misogynistic themes (if you squint).

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Soooooo... this is the shortest chapter I've ever written, but it wasn't my intention. To be honest, I kept becoming unhappy with the results and kept going back to fix it, but it never felt right. At the end of the day, I decided to touch into an uncovered territory of (Y/n) that I had debated on for a while and enjoyed the results. I promise the next chapter will be longer and will cover more bases! Enjoy Chapter 7 of Survival!!

P.S. I know I said I'd get this chapter out in May, but it's currently June 1st, 12:26pm (for me), so take it or leave it!!! (╥﹏╥)

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"Y/n, wait up!"

You turned to see your little sister running over to catch up to your quick pace, grabbing her hand as she extended it to you. The two of you were pushing through the crowd in the market, holding on to each other as if it were for dear life. You would rather be damned than lose any of your younger siblings upon your watch.

"We need to hurry! We have to be home before Mother starts dinner," you noted breathlessly, "She cannot even start if we do not get these ingredients to her on time," referring to the basket you were holding close to your form.

Your sister gave an obedient response as she focused on your swift gait. You could only smile at the young girl's compliance— had it been any of your other more youthful siblings, they may have given you replies of retaliation out of their immaturity, but she was a sweet child who clearly looked up to and admired you. Turning your attention back towards the road of the market square, you saw that you were close to the exit that would lead you on the path home, sighing in relief as you slightly sped up your stride; however, before the two of you could exit you felt a hand wrap around your arm, pulling you and your sister into a secluded area.

"Now, what do we have here?" A gruff voice sounded, "Two pretty little buds have stumbled upon my path."

The voice was clearly a male's, and he was undoubtedly intoxicated as his speech was slurred, plus his stride was far from straight as he walked closer towards you. He circled the two of you like a vulture over a carcass, his eyes narrow and intimidating as he looked at your youthful figures, disgustingly licking his lips. The predator eventually moved into the light, revealing his aged appearance. The man was clearly an older one, his rough, oily skin and few missing teeth being a telling sign of his seniority; if he was any younger than you had assumed, he did not age gracefully.

“I-I’m sorry, sir,” you started, unintentionally stuttering as you spoke, “b-but we have to be home before sunset,” you finished explaining, your voice slightly cracking as you spoke due to the fear swelling in your chest. Despite your own terror, you tried to keep your stance straight to give your sister peace of mind, pulling the little girl behind you to act as her human shield.

“No worries,” the stranger chuckled, before reaching around you and grabbing your sister by her forearm before pushing you onto the ground, holding your chest down with his foot, “I’ll make you both into proper women before then,” the man closed his statement, making his advance on your younger sibling first.

You struggled as you tried to push the man’s foot off your torso, but your attempts were futile. The sick individual only grew tired of your punching, moving, and scratching as he decided to kick you to the nearby wall. Your gaze followed his figure as you weakly got up, only to be pushed into the wall once more, feeling cuts and scratches being made upon your flesh. The male took hold of something at the corner of your eye, still keeping your sister in a tight grip as she struggled. In moments, your hands and legs were tied, and a solid heavy stone was placed upon your lap to keep you from getting up anytime soon.

“Y/N!” Your sister screamed with tears in her eyes as the predator began to touch and kiss her pure skin with his contaminated flesh.

Your mind paced watching the scene, bile rising to your throat as you grew repulsed. Before long, the disgusting creature decided to yank at her clothes— that was the moment you snapped.

“Wait, take me instead! I’ll let you do whatever you want to me!” You yelled in haste. The decision was made with little thought, but as long as your sister was safe, you could live with the disgust.

The man paused to think for a moment before a repulsive grin overtook his expression, quickly going to restrain your sibling before removing your bonds. The moment you were free was the moment you were infested by his greedy touches. If the contact of his fingers and lips didn’t make you want to gag, the feeling of his bulge between your thighs made you want to vomit.

You thought that by sacrificing yourself for your sister's safety, you would be able to tolerate his blatant violation, but you could only feel your resolve weaken as his lingering touches began making your skin burn, but not in a good way. Despite your discomfort, you continued to indulge in his horrific actions, deciding to let out your emotions with tears and balled fists. Things weren't any easier as you heard the choked sobs of your younger sibling as she watched the setting, feeling your dignity and pride being washed away. Everything was going as the man wanted– he was getting his fixture of pleasure while two young girls suffered. If his hard-on wasn't a signal of his enjoyment, his chuckles and wretched words were an unmistakable banner.

"You're such a pretty little thing, so obedient for me. Y'know, I think that deserves a reward," the aged man cackled, moving his hands to remove his garments, changing course to strip you as well.

"(Y/N)!!!" your sister screeched, loud enough for her voice to echo in the alley.

Before you could say any words of comfort for the little girl, the man turned around, obviously not pleased with her outburst. The man's nostrils flared as he raised a hand and hit the young girl. The audible smack did not settle with you, and you could feel a temper you had never felt before build up inside you. You do not remember what happened next, but everything went pitch black for a second, and when you opened your eyes...

All you saw was the body of the pedophile lying on the floor, unmoving and breathless.

You stared at the lifeless figure, not knowing what to say as the scarlet liquid began to pool in a puddle beneath his form. Lifting your crown, you looked around to maybe see who the culprit of killing the man was; however, the alley was empty– just you and your sister. Speaking of the sibling in question, you swiftly moved to retrieve the girl only to see that her restraints were already broken and that she was unconscious, yet breathing.

Questions began to fill your mind, but you pushed them aside, focusing on the current circumstances. You wasted no more time as you went to lift the little girl onto your back, picking up the basket of ingredients before making your trek home. Although one problem was resolved, there was still another pressing matter...what would you tell your parents? Unfortunately, you did not have much time to think up an answer to that as you were now at your front door, sliding the object to reveal the worried expressions of your parents.

The couple rambled, asking what had happened, questioning why the two of you were late and battered. The more they interrogated, the louder the ringing in your ears started to develop, effectively drowning out their uneasy voices. You didn't know what to say or what to do. Would it be a good idea to tell them the truth? What if they wouldn't believe you? Would you be punished? How would they even react?

"We were playing in the fields and had an accident, but we're alright now. (S/n) fell asleep on our way back, she really exerted herself."

The lie was sour in your mouth, but you thought it was the better route when you pictured the corpse lying on the dirt floor. How would you explain such a gruesome sight? The answer is you would not because there wasn't an explanation to give– you didn't even know what had happened.

The night went on as usual, your parents buying your story and continuing regular activity. When your sister had risen, she didn't remember a thing, only saying the last thing she recalled was shopping at the market. Your parents didn't think much of it as they gave her a simple reply before having her eat with the family. When you were presented with your plate, you could hardly stomach the sight of the food; however, you knew it would be rude to waste a precious meal, so you ate and shoved whatever bile threatening to scale your esophagus down.

After the meal, you were tasked with helping your mother clean the dishes. It was quiet between you both as you scrubbed the dishware and bowls, not yet feeling comfortable to voice words. Although you opted to stay muted, your mother did not make indications she would do the same.

"Thank you for taking care of your sister," the woman started, giving you a warm smile, "she really looks up to you, and I could not be prouder of that."

Her words broke you then and there as your eyes glossed over, feeling tears cascade down your face. Your mom stopped what she was doing and took hold of your face to have you look at her, "Whatever is the matter, dear?"

"But I didn't take care of her. She got hurt today because of my incompetence. How can I call myself a good sister after that?" You choked out between quiet sobs.

"Accidents happen, my dear," the parent soothed as she pulled you in, petting your hair to calm you, "The best thing you can do is learn from them."

You could only nod into your mother's bosom, not trusting your own voice at the time being. Maybe she was right– you just had to ensure the incident wouldn't repeat itself. You repeated that statement mentally as she held you, so why did you still feel guilty.

"After all, you took care of it, my dear," your mother sounded, "You killed that vile man."

Your eyes shot open, your breathing heavy, and your pulse uneven as you woke from your nightmare. It wasn't the first time that night terror had occurred, but you had to admit it had been a while since it had. Ever since birthing your children, the nightmares had been more consistent.

At first, they were an occasional occurrence, but as the months passed, once or twice a month turned into three to four times a week. Some lasted longer than others, and others were more frightening than some. Either way, your once dreamless nights began to fill with discomforting and restless evenings. Despite the abnormality of some of the dreams, you only deduced it as a result of stress. You kept yourself levelheaded on the outside, but within, you were drowning in your overwhelming thoughts.

Ever since your everlasting pact with Sukuna, things around the temple began to change significantly, at least for you. Perhaps someone with an ordinary eye would not notice these small changes, but you were focused on the finer details. Minimal adjustments such as staffing, specifically the addition of two new guards. It was not a large sum of security, definitely not an army, but for even one guard to join Sukuna's ranks was unusual. Your husband had not much need for any more manpower as he had plenty of that as it already was; however, the stranger part is that they seemed to be patrolling the areas where the mothers resided. This did not go unnoticed by anyone as rumors were already spreading, but everyone seemed to hold an opposite reaction from your own.

"Well, they definitely do not hurt my eyes.~"

"I heard from one of the kitchen maids that they're Sukuna's spies. Apparently, one of the moms here is being distasteful."

"Our dear husband protecting his prizes, how sweet.~"

"This was bound to happen since last year's inspections– truly disappointing how many failed progeny there were."

Meaningless jokes, endearing words, bustling rumors, but no mentions of concerns. You found this new detail far from good because the guards were not focused on the mothers nor the children but rather on the surroundings of the room they inhabited. Their eyes were cautious and were jumping from place to place, their forms tense, almost as if they were waiting for something to happen. Despite these prominent cues, everyone seemed to overlook it– you had heard a few women state that `Sukuna did not want them looking upon his prizes.`

"Y/n-sama, I've been requested to escort you to the gardens," a voice sounded; however, it was not your attendant but rather Uraume who had called out to you.

You had been seeing the individual more often than usual– what started off as passing glances and minimal greetings had turned into confrontational meetings and regular appearances; this happened to be one of those instances. It did not take you long to rise from your relaxed state, moving to take hold of your children before turning to Sukuna's right hand. Uraume did not say anything, only giving you a bow and a gesture to follow them to the gardens, where your attendant would most likely be waiting. Usually, the girl would be the one who greeted you on these mornings, but because of your recurring night terrors, you opted to have her take the time to focus on other tasks, telling her that you could wake yourself; however, when you first brought this conversation up, she hesitated on the idea. After some convincing, your attendant finally caved and gave you the mornings to yourself, but that did not last long.

It took around a week or two for Sukuna to figure out that you were spending most of your mornings alone, which your partner did not appreciate. Despite his detesting of the news, he did not lash out at anybody for it– the man seemed more apprehensive than infuriated. It took only a few days for Sukuna to appoint his direct helper to retrieve you. From then on, you were seen with Uraume for most of the morning before they left to perform their other duties.

You followed the individual down the corridor, glancing at the walls and what inhabited them. There wasn't much decorating the temple as Sukuna was not a sentimental man– he hardly kept his offerings unless they were of necessity. The walls were blank and lifeless, and viewing them could drive you insane if you focused on them.

"Y/n-sama, do you love Sukun-sama?"

Your breath hitched as you moved your gaze to look at the back of Uraume's head. There question left you speechless; however, it was not because you did not have an answer but rather their sudden interest that took you aback. The person did not vocalize their thoughts much, but you could always tell when they were thinking to themselves.

"Yes, he is my husband. Why would I not love him?" you quickly stated.

"You do not have to lie to me (Y/n)-sama."

You could not help but worry at Uraume's comment. Did they know your intentions? Were they going to remove your twins from your care? Had they already discussed this with Sukuna? How long did you have left?

"And where is your evidence of that, Uraume?" you managed to keep your voice leveled despite the anxiety creeping up on you, but you needed to keep your composure if you wanted to win this little tussle, being if you had to fight at all.

A chuckle resonated through the hall.

"You're right... I have no proof, only my own conspiracies. I admire your ability to hold that over me– your defensive side is a site to see. If I'm being honest, when you first came to the temple, I did not think much of you as I thought you were just another woman to bear Sukuna's kin; you proved me wrong (Y/n)-sama. I do not understand how you managed, but you have Sukuna-sama wrapped around your finger like I have never seen before," Uruame voiced, a lightness to their tone before continuing, "Perhaps it is for the best, after all, you are both seem satisfied with your current standing."

For the rest of the trip, you sustained the following stillness, only giving the individual a hum in response to their last comment. When the garden came into view, you internally sighed in relief, glad to rid yourself of this mind-wracking conversation. Too bad things couldn't stay that way.

"Y/n-sama, your village has started to retaliate against Sukuna's command. Truth be told, it has been going on for the past year; however, things have started to escalate— for the sake of your family unit, keep yourself on guard," The righthand warned, turning to leave you to your daily activities.

Just peachy, another occurrence to write down in your list of troubles.

You would not get proper rest in a while.

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[punkeropercyjackson]

'Being anti kink is fascism' mfs when they find out black people don't get turned on by being called ugly,not having power in sexual situations or treated like mindless animals:

#you can't be talking like that white babyplayers #kink critical #trans #transgender #transmascfem #bigender #genderfluid #nonbinary #genderqueer #t4t #t4t nsft #transmasc4transfem #transmasc4transmasc #catkin #dragonkin #ghostkin #demigirl #transmasc #transfem #transmasculine #lemon #sa cw #child molestation cw #dehumanisation tw #animalization tw #bi4bi #bi4pan #💌 #summerposting #antiblackness

[revacholian-girl-utena]

There are no stars. There is no light. There will be no future. (Requested by @thediscoelysiumlesbian )

Alt text: Screencaps from Revolutionary Girl Utena with overlaid text. 1: A closeup of Anthy's eyes, hair down and no glasses, staring down Utena in the moment she discovers Akio abusing Anthy. Text: "Oh, yes."

2: A closeup of Utena's eyes, wide with shock, from the same scene. Text: "This is real darkness."

3: A framed photo of Akio and Anthy, half in shadow as the window shades rise to reveal the room. Text: "Real darkness has love for a face."

4: Anthy's silhouette, hair flying wildly, pierced by many blades. Text: "The first death is in the heart." End alt text.

#revolutionary girl utena #disco elysium #anthy #utena #akio #requests #csa tw #this one i had to think on for a long time #the thing about that quote from dora is that she mentions csa as not being true darkness #meanwhile the central thesis of rgu #is that domestic abuse and especially csa is one of the most devastating examples #of darkness that wears love for a face #i remember bristling at that quote when i first read it honestly lmfao #bc i was like why would you bring csa into this? #but i suppose it goes along w dolores dei being a sort of symbol of moralism #treating death and war and child molestation as extreme abstract concepts #and not the same realities that literally define almost every detail and interaction and character in this game #anyway ty for this request it gave me lots of food for thought!

[vegfam]

Content Warning: This article contains graphic details of a crime committed against a child. Reader discretion is appreciated.

A trans-identified male who brutally raped and tortured a little girl to death has completed his sentence and been fully released from New York Department of Corrections and Community Supervision custody.

Synthia China Blast, born Luis Morales, was sentenced in 1996 for the horrific rape and murder of 13-year-old Ebony Nicole Williams. Blast, along with his boyfriend Carlos Franco, were sentenced to 25 years for the crime, one that had both sexist and racist motivation.

They later bragged about the crime to friends, many of whom testified against them.

sources: here, here, and here

#tw rape #tw child molestation #male violence #radfem safe #transgender #radical feminism #trans racism #news

[troythecatfish]

Recently I just found out that "Pedophile Hunters" exists and their job is to hunt down and bring pedophiles to the authorities. I just want to let y'all know about these relatively unknown heroes. I am truly grateful that these kind of people still exist because of them I feel safer and more secure. ( pedophile NOT referring to LGBTQIA people )

#bounty hunter #hunting #tw pedophila mention #pedophillia mention #pedophillia tw #cw pedophila #based #based as fuck #tumblr quotes #tumblr words #my thoughts #today i learned #child predators #child molesters #child molestation #i’m intrigued #i’m interested #i’m amazed #social justice #protect children #protect the children #protect trans kids #protect kids #quote #my quotes #protect queer kids #protect queer youth

[daphne-dreamcatcher]

Just to be clear, with the recent release of the Rurouni Kenshin "reboot"

The Mangaka got arrested for LITERAL. ACTUAL. CHILD PORN.

He paid a f i n e instead of going to jail. And CONTINUED to get money and jobs even after getting charged OFFICIALLY WITH GODSDAMN CHILD PORN.

Don't fucking watch it. Don't PAY for it. Don't INTERACT with it. Just don't do a fucking thing. This isn't dealing with JKRevolting, this is PEDO CHARGES. ON PAPER. And you'll be paying him watching this new series.

Fuck that man in EVERY iteration.

#anime #rurouni kenshin #RK #ruroken #tw child molestation #Nobuhiro Watsuki #Watsuki Nobuhiro #90's anime #2000's anime

[punkeropercyjackson]

Batman and Robin were seen as a romantic couple in ye olden times not because they were intended as one but because the group of 'queer elders' that said they are were irl pedophiles and you literally can't prove me wrong.Relatedly,while i sympathize with Devin Grayson for the csa she went through and hope she's doing way better now as a cocsa victim himself,she was still in the wrong for writing Inheretance and the connected stories and she herself aknowledged this by apologizing for it in an interview i can provide a link for.She's not your prosh*p advocate anymore and i don't think i'll ever like her as a person but you can't use her as your leeway for this.Not this and certainly not all the potential victims back then who thought they were Robin to 'Batman' because of being groomed with the lies and it happens today too.It's happening right now and you're helping it get worse

#batfam #batman and robin #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #matt mcginnis #anti batcest #black jason todd #latino jason todd #afrolatino jason supremacy #romani dick grayson #arab damian wayne #duke is a robin #duke is a batboy #battinson supremacy #devin grayson #child molestation cw #pedophillia tw #child abuse cw #grooming cw #trans #homophobia #children's rights #💌 #summerposting

[intersectionalpraxis]

Please use your platform to bring awareness to this. It's more rampant than the abuse in Catholic churches but not talked about half as much.

https://www.vice.com/en/article/qbe8bp/the-child-rape-assembly-line-0000141-v20n11

⚠️heavy tw for ALL articles and content here- sexual violence, rape, details of abuse and pedophilia⚠️

To be transparent, I have not read as many stories and articles about Rabbi's and figures of authority/in devout sects in Jewish communities disproportionately sexually abusing and violating children of their faith as much as I have about those in the Catholic church, so I had to do a little bit of reading into this since I wanted to know more/and didn't want to approach this without looking into it beyond surface-level/superficially. I still have more to learn about, and I can always re-address this in future posts as well.

After looking into the article you sent, in addition to some of the sources I discovered -I saw that a lot of these sexual abuse, predation, and exploitation of young children is happening mostly in what would be considered 'ultra-Orthodox' spaces (although we some of the cases I highlighted below, that's not always the case -but as noted in the beginning, yes, this is where it is most rampant) -in this respect, in terms of 'reported' -it is similar to the Catholic church -a lot of this is under/un-reported for various reasons, including stigmatization and internalizations of shame, but also because abusers are continuously supported and victims and survivors of sexual abuse are often silenced.

In the case of New York's (Brooklyn's) Haredi Community, for instance, which I briefly read about -even when sexual abuse from Rabbi's was reported -many were still unable to come forward due to some of the reasons I mentioned (as well as with fears of reprisal) -but especially because Rabbi's in this space are the one's you're supposed to 'talk to'/consult with before going to the police to document your allegations... and the fact that these sex predators would only be moved to another space or re-assigned in their religious circles or wouldn't get punishment in the first place even if they were charged at first or brought in for questions -just like all rapists in the world who are too often NEVER penalized for their crimes -they're protected. It's just absolutely horrendous.

So truly, as you can see, there are many elements that would prevent victims and survivors of abuse to talk about what happened to them, as this is in many cases globally because of rampant rape culture -not believing those who experienced sexual violence, to victim blaming and shaming -and adding in elements of religion -especially those within devout sects. It's all incredibly heartbreaking.

Here are some notable cases I found through a wiki source -and again, TW similar to above before reading please:

And a recent case I found, as well as a recent article talking about the rise of sexual abuse in the Orthodox community:

I also found a Literature Review on this topic -I will try to explore some time soon:

Thank you for bringing awareness to this, and for sending this article my way. I don't know how many people this will reach or how many folks will look into/research more about the systemic sexual violence and abuse rampant and evident in some Ultra-Orthodox Jewish communities/spaces, but this is important to talk about because NO victim and/or survivor of sexual abuse and violence should ever feel shame, stigma, or fear for talking about their experiences. They should never feel alone. And I hope more is done to stop this from happening to so many children and youths.

#feminist #feminism #social justice #tw child abuse #tw sa mention #tw sex abuse #tw rap3 #tw child molestation #religion #orthodox judaism #violence against children #children's rights #fundamentalism

[svuobsessed]

Olivia Benson X Child male Reader

Summary: Y/N L/N had been kidnapped by a woman, the little boy eventually escapes and as he ran he bumps into Detective Olivia Benson.

Third person pov...

Y/N L/N was an ordinary seven-year-old boy, living with his parents in a busy neighborhood in New York City. He loved playing with his friends and going on adventures in the backyard. But one day, everything changed.

As Y/N was walking home from school, a woman approached him. She had a nice gentle smile on her face as she offered the boy candy.

Y/N smiled and took the candy thanking her. He then turned and started walking back home. But a hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Hiw about I walk you home sweetie" she says, Y/N doesn't like how she looks at him.

Shivering he shrugged the hand off and begins walking home. A snear makes its way on the woman's face. "I don't think so sweetie" she then grabs Y/Ns hand and starts dragging him away.

Y/N instantly begins struggling. "Let go of me!" He screams, people start looking over but the woman reassures them he is her son, which makes the people believe her that he was a naughty child.

As he continues struggling the woman shoves Y/N into a blue car. Y/N hits his knee on the seat the woman slams the door behind him and lock it so he couldn't get out.

Slamming his hands on the window, his kidnapper gets in and starts the car. Scared Y/N turns to yell at the woman but she slaps him, hard enough his head almost his the window.

Surprised Y/N grips his backpack tight and holds his reddening cheek, he kept his eyes on the road remembering the way, as they drove the woman moved her hand from the gear to the boys leg.

Y/N tenses under her hand. He felt sick as the woman smiled as if she wasn't sickened by what she was doing. Y/N was frozen, he didn't know what to do.

He sat through the woman touching his leg slowly moving it up as he sat, pushing down the temptation to shove her hand off.

Breathing deeply the boy kept his tears hidden as he looked out he window, it wasn't long until they arrived at an old apartment block. They were a couple miles out of the city.

The woman stops the car. "Get out" she says to Y/N, the H/C boy flinches but quick gets out of the car once she unlocked the child locks.

Temped to run Y/N turns to the way they came, once again she puts her hand on his shoudler. "Don't think about it" she threatens, Y/N gulps and turns towards her.

The woman gives him a smile and pats his injured cheek gently, Y/N knew he had to be strong if he wanted to escape from this woman's clutches.

The building was dark and filthy, with only a few flickering lights to guide their way. Y/N's heart was racing as he tried to think of a way to escape.

The woman tied Y/N's hands and feet to a chair after stripping him from his coat, and trousers until he was only in his shirt, boxers and Shoes.

Y/N was scared but he refused to let the fear consume him, shaking he watches the woman stands infront of him tossing his school bag away.

He knew he had to stay strong if he wanted to get out of this situation. He struggled against the ropes, hoping to loosen them, but they were tightly bound.

The woman laughs. "No use trying that sweetie" she looks at him love in her eyes as she watched the boy struggle.

She soon left to get food and water for Y/N, once she was gone Y/N kept trying to loosen the ropes around his wrists.

Lookimg out the window it was nearing dark, his parents had to be worried sick for him. After wiggling around Y/N spots a sharp piece of glass by his foot.

"Yes" he whispers his victory, slowly his uses his shoe to drag the piece of glass close to the chair, he the  slips his shoe off and uses his socked foot to kick it up and into his bound hands.

The glass pierces his skin, the burn makes him cry in pain, but was worth it to escape the ropes, after a few minutes his hands were free, he bend down to untie his feet.

Once he was free the young boy took of running down the building and out the door, once he was he saw the car and quickly remembered to take the licence plate down.

"Sweetie how did you escape" came a horribly familiar voice that made Y/N skin crawl. Turning towards the voice he saw his kidnapper.

She had a large bottle of water and a plastic bag full of food. Y/N glares at her "I'm not your sweetie leave me alone!" He yells before taking off running back go the main part of new York.

As he ran he heard the woman start the car up, Y/N felt himself run faster he can't be caught by her again. Leaving the main sidewalk he cuts through different parts of the city until he lost sight of the car.

Breathing heavy he stops running to breathe, after getting his breath back he looks around and realises he ran to manhatten. "At least I got away" whispers Y/N to himself before thinking about what to do next.

As luck would have it, He saw a police car parked by the side of the road and made a beeline for it. This was his only chance to get help, and he wasn't going to let it slip away.

Y/N ran towards the police car, tears streaming down his face, and bumped into a woman. But this was no ordinary woman, this was Detective Olivia Benson. She could sense that something was wrong and gently asked the little boy if he needed help.

Y/N was hesitant at first, but something about Detective Benson's kind eyes gave him the courage to speak up.

His trauma still fresh from the woman kidnapping him. But this woman seemed nice. "Hey there, I'm Olivia Benson I'm a Detective" she tells him holding out a badge.

'I'm in luck' Y/N thought to himself before collapsing in relief, as he did the Detective quickly held him up, Y/N fianlly cries as he holds the Detectives arms.

"I need help please" he cries, Olivia heart aches for the boy as he sobs in her arms, soothing the child she takes of her coat and wraps it around the boys shaking body, after seeing he wasn't wearing much.

"What happend to you?" She asks the scared boy, Y/N snuffles before pulling away slightly. "I was kidnapped by a woman, she took off my clothes and touched me" sobs once again wracked the child body.

Olivia gasps and hugs the boy tight again, she then calls for assistance, in half an hour a bus was there along with her team to interview the boy.

As he was being looked at Y/N told them what happened to him, Olivia sat with the boy and comforted him as he spoke.

Hours later woman who had kidnapped Y/N was apprehended, and the little boy was finally reunited with his family. Tears of joy flowed down Y/N's face as he hugged his parents tightly.

He was grateful to Detective Benson for helping him and staying with him to he felt safe.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1320

#angst #law and order svu #olivia benson #svu #olivia benson x child reader #x child reader #x male child reader #tw kidnapping #child molesters #happy ending #oneshot

[marshmellowtea]

Proshippers literally pretend that POCD means you are a pedophile and want it what the fuck are you on about? Proshippers try to force pwOCD to engage in checking compulsions because they pretend it's pro-recovery.

normally this is the kind of ask that i would just quietly delete but i'm actually going to answer it rn because this is so absurd i have to laugh. no, bestie, the people pretending that people with pocd are pedophiles are YOU GUYS. that's all you! antis are the one who i have seen treating intrusive thoughts as secret desires. antis are the ones i've seen with "people with pocd dni" in their bios. and fucking antis are the ones who have made pocd so commonplace on this website in the first fucking place because of the way you try to look for proof people are predators in the most innocuous shit.

believe it or not, part of ocd recovery is accepting the thoughts you have and learning to deal with them in some way. y'all want people to feel ashamed of their intrusive thoughts forever to "prove" they're a good person and that's the exact opposite of healing. that's just making ocd worse. and, in speaking of learning to deal with them, one of the ways to DO that is to write fiction about said thoughts and make them less scary to you! that's part of the reason why i create and enjoy fucked up fictional content! it's a way of dealing with my intrusive thoughts that puts the power back in MY hands, and treating these fictional depictions meant as coping mechanisms as "proof" someone's a predator is not just stupid, it's also cruel, because you are actively trying to make someone's disorder worse.

i guess you missed this part of my original post, so i'll say it again here: when i was an anti, you fucking people had me so convinced i was doomed to sa a child because of 1) the fact i like dark fiction exploring topics such as csa, and 2) my intrusive thoughts themselves, that i thought i was going to have to commit suicide. my life was in danger because of you people. and i was a fucking teenager when this all was happening! i should not have had to deal with that, but because you made this environment so toxic and preyed on my already existing ocd, i did! i was miserable and i hated myself and i thought i was a predator in the making! that's a horrible way to live!

tldr; go fuck yourself anon lmao, you have no idea what you're talking about and the extensive damage people like you have done to people with ocd. fuck off <3

#i'm not gonna address the 'force people to engage with compulsions' part cuz honestly idk what the fuck you are talking about lmao #so please get this through your head: your community has done me so much harm and i will never be swayed back to your side #i will not say irreparable harm because distancing myself from y'all and becoming proship has helped immensely with my pocd specifically #but harm nonetheless #(also as a pro para person i don't love the conflation of 'pedophile' with 'person who hurts children' #because studies have shown most child molesters are not actually attracted to their victims #but i figured now wasn't the time for that discussion) #csa tw #suicide tw #ask to tag #why i left the anti cult and decided to just enjoy things: a memoir #marshy gets asks #anonymous

[imma-lil-sunshy]

how do I tell my boss I don't want to work tomorrow bc I saw my childhood molester is happily getting married and I'm literally on the edge everyday and unable to pursue relationships bc of him

#tw molestation #tw sui implied #tw child molestation #venting #ive signed up for trauma classes btw so its not like im not trying to work on it #im literally sick to my stomach #and i just want to lie in bed for a day and cry it all out #but #i have bills to pay

[coockie8]

y do u write such fucked up shit like the dark ace/lightning strike relationship like whats the point?

A couple of reasons.

1: I can. It's fiction, these characters are not real people, and if I wanna torture them I can do so without bringing harm to a real human being; discomfort is not harm, if you don't like what I write/draw, fucking block me like a sensible adult, or get off the internet if you're so young you need someone else to curate your online experience for you. I'm not your parents; I'm a random stranger on the internet.

and

2: To cope. With a lot of different things. I was groomed, molested, and raped as a child, and writing about similar things in fiction helps me to process. Posting it helps other people who might not be as creatively inclined to process as well; I know this because I had countless people tell me my writing helps them cope and/or process. And also Group Therapy is a thing.

I also suffer from deeply disturbing and violent intrusive thoughts. Antis are so worried about fiction turning people into predators that they never stop to consider a lack of a fictional outlet would probably turn me into a murderer.

So honestly, which would you rather? I write some fucked up fiction about cartoon characters, or I let the intrusive thoughts win and bludgeon my coworker to death with a lead pipe? :)

#anti bs #just anti things #I'm tired of this shit and I'm not sugar coating it anymore #Storm Hawks #<- tagging that 'cause Dark Ace and Lightning Strike are mentioned in the anon #proship #proshipper #proshippers please interact #intrusive thoughts #tw: molestation #tw: grooming #tw: rape #tw: child abuse #tw: murder

[the-fruit-tea-devil]

Chomos who were unalived

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: Violence, rape⚠️

Chomos that were unalived part 2

1. Richard Huckle

Huckle worked as an English teacher to get close to kids so that he can groom them. He sexually assaulted almost 200 young children (under 12) from Cambodia and Malaysia and created a CP website. His murder: A guy named Paul Fitzgerald beaten, stabbed, strangled and sodomized him for about an hour. Turns out, Fitzgerald was also a violent s*x predator who even targeted minors.

2. Theodore Dyer

He m*lested a 9 year old girl. His murder: His bunker was a man named Steven Sandison, who was sentenced to life without parole for murdering his girlfriend. When he found out his new bunkie was a chomo, he told him to Dyer to shut up and find a new cell. But Dyer kept trying to justify his actions. Sandison had enough so he knocked this guy down and strangled him to death

3. Robert Munger

Robert Munger was serving 43 years in prison for CP possession and r*ping underage girls, including the younger sister of his killer Shane Goldsby. Shane Goldsby was arrested for stealing a police car but decided to give his life to God and become a man of peace during prison.

His murder: Then Robert Munger unfortunately became Shane’s new bunkie. Unlike Sandison, Goldsby gave his chomo bunker many many chances to be removed before killing him. He tried alerting the prison warden to remove this guy many many times. Not to mention, Munger kept talking about and even bragging about what he did. He even admitted to raping Goldsby’s younger sister. Once he found out, that was the last straw. He punched and stomped him to death. Because of this, Goldsby was given another 24 years in prison and he tearfully apologized to Munger’s family

4. Mateo Condelucci

What he did: Mateo Condelucci was convicted of cases of CSA charges, including 5 year old boy and a 13 year old girl. He served seven years total, if I recall correctly . (I’m no expert of the law but that is too damn low)

His murder: James Fairbanks, a school teacher and divorced father of two, apparently knew about what Mateo had done. He also felt Mateo could be targeting his children so he went over to his house and shot him. He was then given 40-70 years. Even his own daughter wasn’t upset about his death.

5. Klaus Grabowski

What he did: R*ped and murdered 7 year old Anna Bachmeier. He had also previously abused two other girls. The Murder: Little Anna skipped school and came over Klaus’s house to pet his cats and then he sexually abused her and strangeled her. He lied to the court by stating she tried to extort money from him. The mother, Marienne, then shot him 7 times at court.

#tw violence #tw sa mention #true crime #predators #poetic justice #murder #rapeawareness #child molesters #child abuse