#tw: groping

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Jesper: A drunk guy went up to Wylan at the bar and full on grabbed his ass, and based on the look Wy gave him I was expecting him to say the most rude things anyone has ever said only to watch Wylan deck him right in the face

Jesper: It was amazing

[undead-merman]

Day Two: Doppelganger in the Mirror

GN-Reader and OC Glass

Contains stalking, groping, and obsessive behavior

Something was watching you. At first, you thought it was your paranoia getting the best of you, some late night shadows scaring you more than they should have, but that wasn’t it. It would happen in the mornings as you were in your bathroom washing up, or in the bedroom as you were changing. Deeply private locations that no one should have been in besides yourself. But you can feel someone’s gaze. Steady and unblinking, you can say that for certain. Its gaze is like anxiety, always chewing at your gut.

So you tell a few people at work about this. Not just any of them, you’d sound like some fucking lunatic. The close ones, the ride or dies at your workplace, you tell them about this stalker or whatever it might be, and they mirror your troubled expression, chewing their lips and trying to think of ways to help. One of them offers to keep an eye out for you and look for anyone staring too long. Another recommends getting cameras for the places that feel the most watched. Without much to go on, you put your plans into motion, purchasing cameras as soon as you can as your pal salutes you as you truck on.

That feeling doesn’t leave. You expect it, your friend is watching you after all, keeping a watchful eye over you. But that should have given you some relief from the steadily growing fear, but it didn’t. Somehow you felt alone, as if in this crowded place you were marked as prey and easily dispatched. You keep your limbs closer, keep your expression neutral, and eyes out for anything.

At the end of your shift, your friend tells you that they did not see a single thing, nobody was really paying attention to you. An irk of frustration worms its way into your heart. You felt it all day, how could they have not seen anything? You manage to shake it out of you, but your friends notice how bothered you are and promise to keep an eye out for you. Do what they can to keep you safe. But they make you promise that if you feel like you are in danger, call the authorities. They can only do so much. You know they were right but hearing it felt like swallowing lead, leaving a sinking feeling in your stomach.

True to their word, they keep an eye out. Each day for an entire week, they made sure to watch over you. Still, nothing helped. Your old nervous tics came back, and you started developing new ones as the stress ground you down under its heel. Your only solace was the camera’s finally coming in. Tears and snot fell from your face as you looked at the solution, the answer to this fucking mess. You set it up in your bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, and link it to your phone.

With that in your head, you foolhardily rest easy that night. The pillow you sleep on could not be cozier, as the promise of answers are sure to come. When the morning sun peeks through and your alarm rattles you awake, you dive into your phone and see a dozen of motion alarms had gone off. With a swish and flick of your finger, the screen displays what feels like a nightmare, not reality.

In the bed you are sleeping soundly, but something in the mirror shifts, yet on the camera there was nothing there. Only in the mirror did something move, as it was standing in the glass itself and moving around in the world reflected by it. It was facing the bed in your mirror, their back looked familiar… far too familiar

You, it’s you standing. You, or whatever this thing was, are still and unnaturally stiff, like your bones had no joints and were made from stone. The Real You was sleeping in your bed. Two, two of you with the other staring with such intense eyes that your stomach churns.

You speed through the clip, and they don't move. Just standing, watching… they finally move after hours of staring and move closer, pressing against the glass and trying to push through. Trying to get to you.

By the time the sun goes up, the visage disappears, and the mirror appears to be normal again, until now. You shutter in desperate fear as your eyes drift over to the mirror. No way, there was no way, it was real. But just to be safe-

You dusted your hands as you placed the industrial strength lid back onto the trash can, making sure that any shards of glass were swept away. With that, you hope that whatever nightmare that was, will never come back.

The first day after the mirror was tossed out was fine. The eyes on you vanish, and you feel a rush of relief, like a breath of fresh air after being without it for so very long. Even your coworkers noticed the relief and relaxation about you. Clapping you on the shoulder, one of them getting you a treat to celebrate.

But the very next day as you woke up, stretched yourself long and proudly, reaching over to check your phone, you felt a breath on your ear. The reflection of your phone, the black screen, revealed a mirror of yourself, and a long eared man smiling back. His lips against your ear like a lover whispering dirty secrets directly to you.

You threw your phone, listening to the screen shatter against the wall and the floor as your hand darted to the shell of your ear. You rub, trying to chase the feeling away with your own stimulation. It felt like it was real, right behind you, but turning you saw nothing. Not a single thing out of place.

Then the puddle right outside your house in the rain. He appeared again, hand curling into your hair before you stomped in it and caused the reflection to ripple and splash. As you were passing by one of the windows you saw them, now with your face again as they smiled and waved at you, the lovesick expression on the face that was stolen from you was sickening.

But the very worst was sitting with your boss, one on one as he spoke to you about how worried he was for you, only to see the stolen visage of you, this time reaching for you gently. Gritting your teeth you could feel their hands on your face, even when you avoided looking in a mirror you could still feel them on you. Say something in front of your boss? No, there's no way you could. He couldn't see it, could he? Your friends didn't. So with your eyes squinted and trying to hold back your shivers of fear, you ask if he sees something on his computer. He turns, looks, and your Doppelgänger hugs you tight, posing for him.

"Nothing that I can see, why?"

Crazy… You're absolutely crazy. This isn't happening, this isn't real. These… things you feel are just little bugs, or the wind, or something. This person in the mirror wearing your face, just a figment of your imagination trying to rationalize these soft little touches.

Through the week, you do whatever you can to avoid your reflection, but it's everywhere. And those hands… They never stop holding you. Never stop grasping or groping.

[pretty-little-glitches]

siiighs

I really need to force a fakeboy to take vodka shots until shes so drunk she cant fight back. Then I can cut her binder open, grab her tits and fuck her back to being a girl. If you cant fight back then you cant stop me from knocking you up.

[yawnderu]

CW: groping/chikan, dubcon, fingering.

Sweat beads on your forehead, your fingers tightly wrapped around your phone, the loud, roaring engine of the bus masking your sounds of discomfort. You can feel a man’s rough, calloused hand grope your inner thigh beneath your short skirt, the scent of cigarettes and hard liquor hit your nose, only grounding your senses even more, making you aware of your situation. 

Amidst the chaos around you and the sense of dread bubbling in your stomach, you force yourself to look at the man. A mask conceals his lower face, a cap pulled down to cover most of his features, except his hair and eyes. You can see danger dancing with anxiety in that dark gaze, his thin brows slightly furrow, daring himself to feel you up more. 

Simon Riley is a broken, disgusting bastard. That’s something he’s very well aware of, and yet he can’t help the sense of excitement that comes from touching you, from blocking your only way out with his burly body, such a monument when you’re small. Unable to tear his gaze from yours, his hand works in tandem with his disturbed brain, cupping your cunt through your underwear. 

“Shh, shh.” It’s not a threat, yet his presence is enough to quiet you down despite the way you want to protest, to ask for help from the bus driver, who seems to be blissfully unaware of what’s going on in the back of the nearly empty bus. You swallow thickly, the sensation of his thick fingers squeezing and stimulating your cunt is making your body react despite the unwanted attention. Your grip tightens around your phone, freezing and unable to control the deep, heavy breaths escaping through your parted lips. 

Simon runs his middle and ring finger to run up and down your clothed slit, the feeling of dampness coating his digits drags a muffled grunt out of him, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths that match your own. His hand trails the outline of your cunt through the thin fabric before moving up, easily sneaking through the waistband of your panties, biting his thin lower lip beneath his face mask to prevent himself from making any noise the moment his fingers are able to touch your wetness. 

“Fuckin’ hell…” He mutters, being as quiet as possible to not get the driver’s attention. Your back arches into his touch despite your clear hesitation, your body acting purely on its own. A shiver runs up your spine as he rubs circles over your erect, sensitive clit with his fingers, spreading your slick all over, not minding the mess he’s making out of you. 

You can hear his breath hitch the moment your legs part voluntarily to give him better access, looking away from him just to make sure no one is looking at you. Completely alone in the back of the bus, a sense of security starts to settle despite the rather unwanted situation at the fact that Simon doesn’t seem to be aggressive, just… a pervert. 

His fingers keep stimulating your clit for a few seconds before moving up and down your slit, his free hand grasping the thin string of fabric you have the nerve to wear beneath a miniskirt. He pulls your tiny panties up, the friction and pressure against your sensitive bundle of nerves almost makes you gasp, forcing your hand up to your lips just to bite on your own skin, trying your best to stay quiet. 

Simon’s lips tilt up into a knowing smirk, the way you’re giving yourself up to such a dog is nearly pure ecstasy for his fragmented mind. His stop is near, and so he doesn’t waste any time. His long, thick fingers sink into your needy cunt, your tight walls wrapping around them, clenching and nearly begging him to fuck you deeper— and like the proper lad he is, he obeys. 

Your walls pulsate around Simon’s fingers, your leg lazily draped over his lap, his hard, neglected cock pressing against your thigh, yet all he cares is how tight your pussy is. He has half a mind to bend you over and fuck you right there and then, though he decides to refrain for now, so have some self-control despite how abhorrently disgusting he is. 

The sounds of your squelching cunt are muffled by the loud engine of the bus, his fingers thrust in and out of your needy walls, forcing your breath to quicken the moment his thumb joins in his sin, rubbing your clit in circles. Your head is thrown back against the headrest, eyes fluttering shut and your lower lip captured between your teeth, biting hard to stop the filthy noises threatening to escape. 

Your hips buck up to meet the thrusts of his thick fingers, so long and rough, yet so good. Your body arches into his touch, a warm palm resting over your mouth to quiet you down as you cum over his fingers, tight walls pulsating as he helps you ride out your orgasm, his large frame hovering over yours almost protectively. 

His hand stops its motions after a few seconds, pulling out slowly and moving your leg off his lap gently, wiping your cum off of his fingers on the supple skin of your shaky thighs, just to leave a personal mark. He has the decency to pull your skirt down, covering you up before he gets up from his seat once the bus reaches his stop. His deep, brown eyes give you one last glance before he leaves without saying a word.

[sugusatodyke]

Random rough groping in public to let them and everyone know who the little thing belongs to! Sometimes, you also have to grope them a little rougher to give them a visual hand shape reminder!

[multianime]

As the two of them and now Katsuki's friends join them on the train, he was waiting for Katuski to sit down next to him. Instead he was surprised whenever it was Mina to be the one to sit down next to him instead. However, if his alpha noticed he would have seen a slight pout seeing as he was wanting to cuddle on the train.

Honestly he feels kind of bad, but as Mina was talking Izuku wasn't really paying attention most of the time. Here he thought he was the one that was on the talkative side, but Mina definitely outdid him on that front. At some point he had even eyed his boyfriend to see if he could switch seats with Mina. But it didn't end up happening. By the end of the train ride he was over, he gives Mina a small smile. "It was nice talking to you, but I'm going to stand over by Kacchan now."

He really did think Mina was nice, but he was definitely all talked out for the moment. Maybe Katsuki felt the same way about him sometimes. He'd have to find out about that later. For now, he was just happier to be over by his alpha. All the others could see that his smile was back now that he was holding hands with the other male again. How he always thought Katsuki was amazing in taking care of him. Seeing as he was also carrying his backpack for him. He never asked Katsuki to do that, the blond just did it because he wanted too.

"Yeah, about an hour and a half." Izuku informs him. He knew that Katsuki could very much take care of him where he didn't have to work. However, Izuku already tried staying at home. It made him realize that he didn't like just sitting around at home. He wanted to feel useful, like he was making a difference. So, he got a job at a restaurant as a waiter. Honestly? He enjoyed it a lot. So it didn't matter to him that he had to go to work. Although, he did miss Katsuki when he was there.

His eyes light up at the mention of Katsudon. "Yes, please!" Izuku said as he giggles. Though it also lead to him nuzzling his head against Katsuki's for a second. His alpha knew him so well and he was super glad he found someone as great as Katsuki. He was certain that the others were probably watching them, but he didn't mind.

◟× 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, train whisking them off from the bustle of the damn city. tall buildings soon morph into the quiet peaceful countryside, katsuki eyeing up any business man who has the nerve to stand too close to his baby. luckily, or unluckily for him, mina had plopped down next to deku, chatting the omega’s ear off for the sixty minute train ride to the country.

so, both he and deku grew up in the damn country. his stupid parents preferred it, it helped with their dumb ass muse, his old man had told the alpha one day, like katsuki fuckin’ cared about their dumb muse and designs and stupid ass clothing !! nothing mattered to him more than becoming a hero and deku - that was fuckin’ it. his dumb pack hums, ah’s and nod to one another as they begin to discuss this new development. buncha nosy ass weridos blond alpha thinks as he shoulders deku’s yellow backpack with ease as the train slowly comes to a stop at their destination. cheeks flush, blond scowls as he wraps a hand around dainty wrist and he yanks deku forward with a huff, ain’t a goddamn big deal, ain’t it ? at least, in the alpha’s eyes it wasn’t a fuckin’ big deal, katsuki much preferred the country - it was fucking quiet, not much went on, sans for the shitty ass apple festival held every goddamn year but that was beside the point. blond could let his guard down for a bit, didn’t need to worry about nasty ass fuckers groping or eyeing up his baby here, no. the locals had been well trained as to what would happen if they attempted such a shitty ass thing with him. ❝ we got some time before you gotta go to shitty ass work ? ❞ alpha grunts as he peers down at wristwatch with an ever present scowl. why deku willingly wanted to go work, katsuki would still never understand, he had plenty of money to take care of them both, so why bother dealing with dumb ass foreigners and locals alike? another grumble, huff as he gazes at his watch, leading the way across the street and through a local park. yeah, they still had a good hour and a half before he needed to drop his baby off, fuck. ❝ you want some katsudon ? ❞ katsuki mumbles, suddenly feeling shy. he was used to keepin’ deku to himself, not sharing him with useless extras, but alas. his secret had to be found out some day, right ?

[dxrktopaz]

ima just take a spot right here

[waskatoshi]

Thinking about, Sakusa as a sneaky little pervert. Because of course, he was the weird, silent classmate who was always watching you.

Your first ever encounter with him was disastrous.

Running around the empty halls, trying to get to class was a bad a idea, but even more was turning around abruptly, spilling your overpriced starbucks drink into your classmate impolute white shirt.

Your hands trembled in his chest, trying to clean up everything with paper towel was futile, only worsening the stain more and more. You stumbled around with your words, asking for forgiveness and bowing repeatedly. You were expecting screams, insults, everything except what actually happened.

— Move.

That was the first and only word Sakusa spoke to you. His black eyes pierced through your teary ones. The boy could see the mechanisms in your head working around and failing miserably to come up with something. Your poor heart was shattered, after all, Kiyoomi was your secret little crush.

Every time he would sit besides you in class, your eyes would nervously fall into your lap, your hands would toy with the end of your skirts as a way to evade the strong gaze of the volleyball player.

You messed up hard, you thought.

Sakusa tooked the empty cup from the floor and handed it back to you into a paper towel. Then, he shortly left the hall, walking straight to the bathroom with his splattered clothes. Once he arrived, he maked sure the room was empty. He closed the door and changed his shirt for the extra gym tee he had in his bag.

Kiyoomi sighed.

Your teary eyes and trembling form was cute. Pathetic, but cute nonetheless. It was like you thought everything that happened was all your fault, but in reality it was partially his.

If he had not been too dumbfounded gawking your ass as you walked around, maybe he could even prevet all the mess in his new plain shirt.

You hate him, he thought.

You somehow realized how his gaze fell to your boobs every time you jump around the classrooms, how he ogled at your plump thighs whenever you wore skirts. Or worse, how he memorized your train stops and favorite cafes...

Yeah, you surely realized that he stalked your instagram page every night, jacking off to your bikini pics and skimpy outfits.

At first he thought you somehow reciprocated his feelings, but after a while, you began dragging down your pieces of clothing, closing your legs so he couldn't take a peek of your cute underwear.

Every time his friends would bring your name into a conversation, he tried to play cool, but of course, some of them have already realized his strange infatuation with you...

After all, you were the sweet little treasure Kiyoomi kept to himself.

A few days had pass since the incident.

You were now rushing into the train station, running through the stairs to get to the next ride home. As you tried to squeeze between all the people in line, you completely stopped in your tracks as you saw a familiar figure resting at the doors.

Kiyoomi was angrily leading into the glass, his pretty face covered in a black surgical mask.

You thought to yourself: Should you take the ride? Could you bear all the embarrassment? The doors opened, people went in and out, but you were there. Standing.

As the doors were about to close, Sakusa handed out his arm, grabbing your own with enough force to drag you into the train. You stomped face first into the boys chest.

The people in the train were moving, everyone was too overwhelmed with the lack of air and space. You could even fell the boy's rapid heartbeat as you leaned onto him. You nervously looked up, and Sakusa's legs wavered seeing you in such position: Looking up to him, with your pretty doe eyes and red cheeks. You looked helpless.

— Sorry.- You said as you tried to turn around, seeing him clearly uncomfortable with the closeness. Sakusa opened his eyes, alarmed.

In your sweet, empty mind, giving him your back, was far better than seeing his black eyes piercing down your skull, of course! But now, your ass was fully against his crotch and Kiyoomi's thoughts were racing uncontrollably. He could sense the warm your body emited, the way your breath hitched once you realized the compromising position.

Kiyoomi sighed, trying to calm down.

Of course something like this could happened to him. His sweet little crush was with her ass pressed against his cock, with her skirt all riled up and legs trembling.

— Sorry.- You repeated nervously. The boy ducked his neck down, murmuring into your ear.

— That's everything you say? Sorry?- Your cheeks flushed in the darkest shade of red. How dumb could you be? Of course he hated you! You ruined his shirt a few days ago, and now, you were invading his personal space. You were probably Sakusa's least favorite person to be squeezed in a crowded train right now.

— I'm sorry.- Sakusa frowned, obviously frustrated at your attitude. You were truly the dumbest girl out there. Your voice was sounding like you were about to cry at any moment.

Suddenly, someone pushed him from behind, making him cage your body even more than before. Conveniently, his hands gripped into your hips for support, because of course, Kiyoomi would use a situation like this in his favor!

It was, brief, almost silent, but he heard the prettiest little whine coming from you, and as the sneaky pervert he was, his cock began straining into his pants. Closing his eyes, he tried and tried to not act like the pervert he was.

— Excuse me.

— I- It's okay. I'm the one pressing into you after all, haha.

Were you that dumb? His hard cock was resting against the curve of your ass and his hands were squeezing your hips with enough force to leave bruises. How that could be your fault?

The doors flung wide open and some people left the train to welcome even more. Time passed and Kiyoomi's position didn't budge, if not, it only became worse.

One of his hands carefully lowered to your butt, excusing himself with something along the lines of "I can't move" He used the closeness in his favor, touching your ass and thighs while your breath hitched in your throat and your cheeks burned. You couldn't process what was actually happening, at first you were embarrassed to share such a situation with him, but deep down, you knew how much you were enjoying it.

— You good?- Kiyoomi knew the question was dumb. Your trembling thighs and rapid breathing were saying everything he needed to know.

Suddenly, he stopped.

He had enough fun, he told himself. Because if he tried to test his luck even further, you could possibly get mad and start yelling at him. But surprisingly, you began to move your ass slowly in his crotch, excusing yourself, trying to say that it was all an accident.

You thought you were sly with it, but Sakusa knew best.

He laughed, seeing how his long time crush was a pervert herself. You were actually enjoying it! Getting groped in a crowded train, with all the people there possibly watching... Disgusting! Truly disgusting!

Kiyoomi lowered his hand once again, caressing your inner thighs with his fingers and finally, finally touching your entrance through your underwear.

— Oh, this is your stop.- He quickly said as the doors opened, regaining his senses and distancing himself from you.

Oh, he messed up.

How could he know that this was your stop? You never mentioned it to him before, not even once.

Sakusa nervously looked at you, expecting a dumbfounded gaze, or at least a question, but he was surprised with not only a flustered expression but with a relaxing fact: You didn't even notice it.

Nodding shyly, you tried to left the train as the black haired boy lowered the back of your skirt.

You left the station dissapointed, with sticky thighs and wet underwear.

[honkytonkulus]

library date but I am secretly plotting to sit you at the most secluded table and then tease you while you read. just casually inching myself closer and closer to you until our thighs are pressed together. reaching underneath the table to trace circles on your knee and then higher up to squeeze your thigh, and then higher still to your crotch. not to jerk you off, but I’m implying it really hard by fidgeting with your belt buckle.

[hana-no-seiiki]

YAN! MAFIA / SUGAR PARENT: You need to relax, baby.

READER WHO’S CURRENTLY TIED UP, GAGGED AND FORCED INTO LEWD UNDERWEAR WHILE ALSO BEING GROPED BY YAN!: MMFf UHnn!! (Fuck you!!)

[zeherili-ankhein]

Got harrassed and groped at the station croud while I was (still am) out right now 💀💀

Like I'm sorry grandpa you couldn't keep your hand to yourself because of my clothes 💀💀 even after I looked at you once to conform it wasn't by mistake

At this point it's so common I wasn't even affected just laughable...

[sankakuto]

I have a lot of thoughts about the first Pyramid Head cutscene (in remake and OG) and I feel like I need to get them out. bare with me.

I'm going to be talking about the first Pyramid Head cutscene and whether or not it is implying SA so heres a TW for discussion of SA

I am a die-hard OG fan, and have been for a decade. I have been in this discussion for so long, and I feel like my take on this might be the less popular take for some reason? but honestly I believe that a player's individual interpretation of the scene is the one that is the most true. in the most simple words - if you see the scene as being s*xual or implying s*xual violence, then that is valid and is just how youve analyzed the scene based on the context you've been given or the life experience you have.

I KNOW Masahiro Ito has said that the scene involves nothing like that, no assault, just Pyramid Head trying to kill some mannequins... but is the creator's canon events of the scene really that important when as a player we see a sexualized monster being brutalized by a bigger, more imposing monster and are made to feel like we're a voyeur to something we shouldn't be watching?

and that feeling has to be entirely intentional as well, considering the scene is actually inspired by a movie called Blue Velvet (directed by David Lynch). the scene in the movie involves the character hiding in a closet while watching someone be SA'd, watching through the gaps in the door. and at the end of the movie, even shoots the perpetrator from the same spot in the closet. the cutscene in the game is a direct reference to this movie, and after watching the movie I can say it has some other influences on the game as well.

but even that is almost completely irrelevant, because as a first time player that doesn't have any context about the inspirations behind the game, and doesn't know about the things that the devs have stated are canon or not, we see something that is raw and uncomfortable and invokes a feeling of disgust. we are not given any other context besides what's directly in front of us. we see a creature that is all legs writhing in pain or agony in front of a thrusting Pyramid Head, who is desperately trying to hold the mannequin in place. and as we view this scene and hide, the Red Pyramid Thing turns his focus to us, and makes James feel like he has intruded upon something he wasn't supposed to see. there is a voyeuristic quality to the scene that adds to the feeling of unease and gives us this idea that something s*xual in nature has happened.

I think that video games are art, especially games like this, and an artist can definitely have a clear or direct implication of the message they are sending (and they can even tell you how it's supposed to be viewed), but ultimately the person consuming the art is going to analyze themes in their own way and find their own interpretation of the idea presented to them. in some way some might consider this type of interpretation to be "headcanon" because the actual canon of the game differs based on Ito's statements, but in my own opinion I do believe this sort of interpretation is just the player coming to a natural conclusion based on the context presented to them.

in other words, I think that it's completely fair to take Masahiro Ito at face value and trust his input that the scene is NOT at all s*xual, but at the same time it is presented in a way that can imply that it is and someone drawing that conclusion instead is also completely valid.

[zappedbyzabka]

Daniel is confused when Johnny goes from slob to picturesque housewife once they start dating. He washes and irons Daniel’s clothes, cleans his house spick and span, cooks him breakfast, lunch, and dinner after learning from a book (all the recipes to choose from online overwhelmed him), and takes his suit jacket off for him when he gets home from work, handing him a fruity beer.

He starts styling his golden locks and wearing neater attire again, gazing at Daniel with borderline demureness whenever he’s finished dressing for the day like he’s praying he finds him pretty. (Daniel thought he looked just as good in his band shirts with his hair left alone.)

He asks about it one night after Johnny makes him one too many drinks, and Johnny’s like “I have to be better than every woman you’ve ever dated—and married—ever because I’m a winner, and I feel like I could die happy making everything up to you.” in his apron while baking Daniel cookies for his tipsy cravings before getting on his knees and giving him a mind blanking blowj*b that has him losing it before the timer dings.

He hand-feeds Daniel the cookies.

[pretty-little-glitches]

I looove when fake boys have massive tits. Its so much fun when they say theyre a man and you tell them to prove it by taking their top off. You either get to prove them wrong or you get to see their massive titties. And theyre all dumb enough to fall for it.

[justanothersanjilover]

My Name on your tongue

Part 3

Pairing: Zosan (maybe Sanzo, too)

Soulmate AU

Trigger warning: child abuse, swear words, self-h4rm, groping (not from his siblings or father), threat of r*pe

15 years old

“We need the help of your kingdom, Your Majesty,” the man in front of Judge bowed so deep his nose touched the floor.

Quiet giggles sounded as he even let himself sink to the floor, cowering in front of the King of Germa and his sons and daughter.

“And why would we do that?” Judge asked, voice cold as ice.

“Because we…I…we could start trading. My kingdom is known for its great fabric and sewing with all sorts of materials. We could make the finest and best dresses for your daughter and the best armor for your sons,” the man said, nervously picking on his hands - Sanji knew how he felt.

Kneeling in front of Judge and his siblings, feeling helpless and at their mercy. He hated the feeling! The difference was that he didn't have a choice; this king - of an island that Sanji forgot the name of - had one. He could have walked in with his head held high and proud. Instead, he chose from the beginning that he would cower and beg.

Sanji did his research as soon as he heard that another kingdom wanted the help of Judge in a civil war. He had hoped that the king maybe would be able to help him…they had an army and a pretty strong one, too! Sanji had hoped for a chance to leave his personal hell! Had hoped that maybe this other kingdom would be able to get him back what Judge stole from him. Maybe it would have scientists that could give him his ability back to get a familiar…or at least were able to get him pieces of information about it. But seeing this so-called king lying on the floor, begging his father and siblings for help? Sanji's hopes went up in smoke. This king would never do something to anger Judge. He swallowed hard as tears wanted to well up in his eyes. Why was he even getting his hopes up? It was always the same! The last four kings also begged on their knees - one even punched him after Judge ordered him to...because Sanji was ill and sneezed during the audience. Sanji saw the man's contradictory feelings on his face, but the punch was hard, regardless. He even got a black eye from it and a laceration on his forehead. That was the power Judge held over everyone in his presence.

~

Sanji woke up in a dark room…no…it wasn't a dark room. There was some sort of cloth tied around his head to blind him. He tried to move but couldn't. It felt like being tied to a table - not like Judge did it when he experimented on him. The ties on his hands and feet were too tight - they cut off his blood flow. His left foot had already started to tingle, and the feeling in his right hand was completely gone.

He heard shuffling and suppressed giggles beside him. His body tensed as he realized Yonji, Niji, and Ichiji were the ones who tied him down.

“He’s awaaake,” Niji sing sanged and the others laughed.

Sanji tried to free himself but failed. He also realized he couldn't talk because something was shoved into his mouth. He was helplessly at the mercy of his brothers - again…Tears started to well up in his eyes, and now he was glad that the fabric blinding him absorbed the them. Otherwise, his brothers would have made fun of him again for crying like a baby. Little did he know that it would get so much worse.

It started with the feeling of something crawling up his leg. He knew what that meant and already started to panic. Screaming against whatever was stuck in his mouth, he tried again to kick his feet but to no avail. The thing crawled higher and higher until he could feel it on his arm. Struggling against his ties, Sanji started to breath faster - almost slipping into hyperventilating.

The blindfold got torn from him and a moment later a scream ripped through Sanji’s throat, only muffled by his makeshift gag. In front of his face dangled a huge bug, trying to free itself from his brother's grip only to rip it’s own leg out a second later. It fell on Sanji’s face which made him instantly go into a panic attack. He could feel its feet scratching over his cheek and pinched his eyes shut right before the bug crawled over it. Screaming and shaking his head, Sanji felt bile crawling up his throat and subconsciously tried to swallow it down. What else should he do? He couldn't spit it out due to whatever was shoved in his mouth. But swallowing it made him gag even more. The bug was now in his hair and Yonji grabbed it to place it on his chest, while the three of them laughed almost insanely. Another big bug joined the first one and Sanji felt like passing out.

“You’re such a baby,” Ichiji chuckled as he placed yet another, even bigger bug right over Sanji’s mouth.

Screaming Sanji shook his head again, trying to get rid of the animal but he only felt his little feet digging into the skin of his lip.

In the end he couldn't tell how many bugs and spiders his brothers had placed on him and how long they found it entertaining. He only knew that they left at some point and that he had cried uncontrollably because they had left the bugs behind and now the insects were crawling all over him. With his tied up legs and arms he couldn't do anything to get rid of them.

It was Reiju who freed him and brought him back to his room, hours later. Sanji washed himself so often, his skin turned red. He could still feel the bug feet crawling over him and the feeling wouldn't subside until hours later.

16 years old

“Kill him.”

The cold expression on his fathers face send shivers down Sanji’s spine. A gunshot sounded and one of his father's soldiers fell to the ground, a bleeding hole right in the middle of his forehead. Sanji looked away.

Reiju gave the pistol to Yonji - Yonji reloaded it and pointed it toward another soldier.

“Kill him,” Judge said again, not even a eyelid flinched when his son pulled the trigger.

Sanji’s heart beat doubled every second. Next up was Ichiji and he also killed the soldier in front of him without any emotion - one shot, right in the middle of the man’s forehead. Niji wasn't as good as the others, his aim was a bit off and so the hole got drilled into the skull inches away from the middle. Judge raised an eyebrow, but said nothing as Niji fired two more shots within seconds while the soldier fell to the ground and this time he hit the center - he was better with moving targets.

The pistol was thrust into Sanji’s hands. He hated it! He couldn't do it! He had to, tho. He reloaded the gun with shaky hands. Bringing it up and aiming at the soldier in front of him. The man stared back, emotionless - if you weren't looking too closely, but Sanji did. Fear was hidden deep down in his eyes as he saw Sanji raising the gun. His hands started to shake even more. He couldn't take aim properly. Sanji lightly pulled the trigger but it wasn't hard enough to fire the shot.

“Kill him,” his father demanded and watched him.

Sanji swallowed. What if he had a family? Kids? A wife? Would they know why he wasn't coming back? Were they even aware of his work? The man started to tremble along with Sanji. He couldn't…he couldn't pull the trigger…He physically couldn't! His fingers wouldn't move…

“I said kill him!” His father screamed and made Sanji flinch.

The shot sounded as he jumped back from getting frightened by his fathers loud voice right beside his ear. Staring straight ahead, he saw the man sinking to the ground - not because he got hit, but because he was still alive and well. Sanji had pulled the gun up, while firing it and the bullet flew right over the mans head. He cried and Sanji could hear him whisper “Thank you” over and over again…right until another shot sounded and the place fell awfully silent.

“That’s how you do it!” His father barked at him and hit him square in the face.

Sanji managed to bite his cheek and not make a sound as he fell to the ground.

“Such a disappointment…”

His siblings laughed as he tried to stand up again and took another hit by their father. Sitting on the ground, Sanji suddenly heard the gun being reloaded him front of him. Then the the cold mouth of pistol was pressed against his forehead. Sanji stopped moving completely.

“It would be so easy to kill you…” Judge said, slowly pulling the trigger.

Sanji stared at him, trembling with fear but his mind was a constant cacophony of “Do it! End it! Let me go! Do it…DO IT!” he even pressed his forehead against the gun more. He didn't fear death - on the contrary. Sanji would welcome it with open arms if it meant that he would have his peace. He feared the pain…he feared his father would find a way to bring him back and turn him into something much worse than his siblings. He knew he was experimenting with that topic on the killed soldiers…

“No food for three days,” Judge barked and fired the shot right beside Sanji’s ear into the air.

Sanji screamed because of the deafening noise and scrambled away from it on all fourth. He could feel something drip down his earlobe and lifted his finger to it. Looking at it he saw blood on his fingertips. He bit his lip hard to not make any noise or flinch away when Judge walked past.

“You’re so fragile,” Yonji laughed. “Like a little pathetic baby.”

“Bet you wish you were bulletproof, too,” Niji giggled.

Ichiji just pushed him over and stepped on his hand with full force. They all let him lie in the dirt, Reiju didn't even look at him.

~

“I can't do this anymore,” Sanji sobbed, his voice echoing back to him from the bathroom walls.

He looked down at his arm where blood was dripping from a cut. Biting his lip he pushed the knife against his arm a sixth time and pulled, whining as his flesh got cut open and started to bleed.

“Heal…” he whispered - as if he could channel the powers of his siblings. “Heal…fucking heal, you worthless idiot! HEAL!”

But the cuts stayed and his blood started soaking through his pants at that point. Angry he made another cut before throwing the knife against the opposite wall. If landed with a metallic clank on the tiled floor.

He curled up on the floor, pressing his arm to his chest and started crying like a child. Sanji knew the cuts wouldn't heal, not immediately anyway. But he hoped that maybe his powers would come to life someday and so he tested it from time to time. He really didn't have to - his father and brothers did enough damage daily that he would have known if he suddenly got healing powers or resistance against cuts and bullets. But on some days it felt good to at least control the pain inflicted on his body and so he grabbed a knife from the kitchen and locked himself in his bathroom. A shitty idea and he also knew that. If he would cut too deep or too much, no one could come in because of the locked door - or at least it would take some time. But then again, Sanji wasn't so sure if someone would even come looking for him when he wouldn't show his face around the castle.

Hours later he bandaged his arm. His head was swimming and his thoughts heavy. He was familiar with the feeling - it happened every time he cut himself and didn't put bandages on immediately. It came from the blood loss.

He walked to the kitchen with his dizzy head, almost falling twice - until he remembered Judge had said no food for three days. The cooks wouldn't give anything to him out of fear of punishment. Cursing under his breath, he slowly made his way back. Why did his genius mind think it was a great idea to cut himself when he couldn't even get anything to eat?

With a grumbling stomach, Sanji let himself fall onto his bed. His whole body hurt and he knew it was partly his fault. Curling up he hugged his blanket tightly, like a kid would hug a plushie and fell asleep. His last thought was maybe it would be better to stay awake after the blood loss. But his body took that decision out of his hands pretty quickly.

~

“What do you mean?!” Sanji yelped, staring at Judge.

“What I said. You’re getting married to a General of the Drasu-Kingdom! He will be here in the next hour.”

“B…but…why? I don't…”

“He wants to join forces to overthrow his kingdom and wants to seal it with a marriage.”

The Drasu-Kingdom was known for it’s brutal people. Sanji knew an outsider would be worth less than nothing! He read about that kingdom in his search for an escape and decided that staying in Germa would be safer - and that meant a lot! If a General or anyone of some status wasn't pleased with their partner they were allowed to do basically anything to them…even killing them or worse.

“Father…” A hard slap to his face cut Sanji off and left him with tears in his eyes. “J…Judge…your…your Majesty…please, I don't want to marry someone from Drasu!”

Judge laughed and grabbed Sanji’s face, tilting his head up and to the side.

“I finally found something you’re worth for.”

His voice was calm, too calm - dangerously calm even. His grip got tighter, and Sanji could feel his jawbones give way to a point where he feared they would break.

“And you want to deny me that?”

“No! No…but, father, please! He’ll kill me…he…”

“About time you understand exactly how worthless you are.”

Judge pushed him away. Stumbling backward and falling on his ass, Sanji didn't even dare to look up. Tears were rolling down his cheeks and he quickly tried to dry them.

“And call me father one more time and you wish that General would kill you, understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Sanji whispered, not trusting his own voice.

It didn't take an hour for that General to step into the throne room. He was a downright filthy-looking guy and Sanji had to hold back so he wouldn't make an disgusted face. That was the man his father wanted him to marry? He looked like he was maybe fifty or something around that age and was someone who didn't care about age of his partner…why else would he want to marry a sixteen year old? Sanji wanted to throw up.

“So, where is that son of yours, Judge?” The man asked in a thick accent.

“Right here,” Judge pointed over to Sanji.

The man looked at him and slowly raised his hand, making a motion for Sanji to come to him. Sanji’s body froze, he couldn't move an inch if he wanted to. It was actually Judge pushing toward the man. Sanji stumbled right into his arms. He didn't only look disgusting, he also smelled disgusting. Pushing away from the General Sanji took a calculated deep breath when the man wasn't looking. Least he needed was that guy complaining about his bad manners - come to think that would might rescue him from that marriage, but Sanji was too well-behaved for that.

“Let’s have a look, shall we?” The General said, starting to walk around Sanji.

He felt like a piece of meet, hanging in a Butcher’s workplace and being examined to see which part of him would taste the best.

Sanji flinched when he felt hands on his shoulders, grabbing tight, falling to his hips. He got pulled back against the man who was now sneaking a hand around his torso. Sanji was too shocked to do anything. That disgusting brute! And his father was just watching…Sanji broke free with a gasp when the hands holding him, made their way between his legs.

“Don’t you touch me there!” He hissed, stumbling backward, not leaving the General out of his sight.

The man’s grin turned into a thin line on his face. He made a dismissive gesture and turned to Judge.

“Send your boy out, I want to talk to you alone.”

Judge gave Sanji a look and he hurriedly and gladly left the room. He couldn't go far, had to wait just outside the door for Judge to call him back in. The minutes passed and turned to an hour. What were they talking about this long? Not that Sanji wanted to rush this, but he was curious.

When the door opened again, signaling him to got back inside, Judge was alone - no Drasu-General to see. Sanji didn't know if he should be happy or not. He didn't want the creep as a partner…but was the wrath of Judge better? He looked like he would murder someone if that person so much as breath in his direction.

“Where…?” Sanji asked in a low voice.

“He didn't want you, after seeing you,” Judge growled.

Sanji instinctively let out a relieved breath. Next moment his head seemed to explode when Judge’s fist hit him and sent him flying again the wall. He sank to the floor, mind dizzy, wondering if someday his head would split open after one of these punches - and if it would be his forehead or the back that would break first.

“You are good for nothing! Now I had to give him my soldiers to secure our alliance! He doesn't want you! Said your too skinny,” Judge started to babble in rage while walking up and down in front of Sanji. “Too skinny, and you lack experience. He doesn't want to train his partner.”

Sanji almost sighed again in relief. He didn't want to be trained by that old, ugly, disgusting prick! He didn't want to be trained by a partner at all! That sounded so nasty!

“I should call him back and offer to do it for him,” Judge thought out loud. “Have some of the guards have their way with you until you know what to do so I can finally get you off my hands!”

“No…please…I’ll do anything! But don't do this! Don't…” Sanji's voice broke halfway through his plea.

He fell to his knees, begging Judge not to do that. All he got was a disgusted look and another blow to his head that threw him to the side. He hit his head on the ground, seeing lights exploding in front of his eyes. His ears rang with a high-pitched noise. But all he could do was think, “Please don't! Don't! Don't!”

Panicked, he waited for what would happen next. Would Judge really let guards force themselves on him? Would he find guards who would do such a thing? Who was he kidding? They all listened pedantic to every word Judge said.

Minutes passed, but nothing happened. When Sanji opened his eyes, the room was empty. Judge was gone. Sanji pressed a hand to his mouth as he started to sob violently. Relief washed over him again. He wouldn’t be married off to that General, and he wouldn't be forced to sleep with the guards; otherwise, Judge would have commanded them to do it right now. Stumbling to his feet, Sanji ran from the room. He wanted to be as far away from it as possible.

It was the first time in years that he visited his mother's grave in the backyard of the castle. He cried and sobbed, curled up in front of the cross with her name on it. He couldn't stop for hours and fell asleep on the ground - finding comfort in the thought of being near the only person who loved him.

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[the-prisonerr]

still be so fucking obvious to NOT do this??? what the FUCK. get the HELL OFF MY FUCKING BLOG YOU DISGUSTING FUCKING HUMAN BEING NEVER. WHAT THE FUCK.