#tw molestation

[danganfixationronpa]

I just really want to talk about just how wonderful it is that Akane found someone like Nekomaru; he is likely the only man she's ever known to not see her body as an object, and never once is he ever inappropriate with her.

He brings actual relief, healing, and strength potential to her body and mind, and that is exactly what she needs.

[cockroomsyndrome]

I need us all to imagine being Benson. Molested by a teacher as a young boy, likely being made to keep that secret. Thinking he's all alone in the rural Midwest with this secret and all the mental anguish it brings. So he puts on this mask of masculinity; of indifference.

Then he meets Randy. And Randy can't say no. Not even when Chris makes him swallow a day old burger. So Benson makes it all stop, just like he wished someone would have done for him.

And then after a day of trying to get him to open up, he finally does. He's crying, he's holding his face, thinking finally - finally- I'm not alone. I have someone else who shares this horrible secret.

And then Randy starts talking about knocking a teacher's eye out.

And Benson is all alone again.

[prettybabybaby]

stepbrother regulus finding out orion has been fucking/molesting you…

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: stepcest or incest, molestation, implied noncon

regulus wasn’t surprised. not at all, actually. it was only natural for a family like his. still, regulus felt something akin to jealousy when he saw you standing beside your fathers office chair behind his desk, your skirt shed. he watched his fathers fingers, slip between your delicate folds, splitting open the lips and regulus could almost see the small bud of your clit peeking out of its hood. you stood perfectly still, an obedient little thing with your hands clasped and held by your chest, something regulus himself had taught you to make sure you didn’t interfere with his own molestation.

regulus lingered by the door, watching as your fathers aged fingers played with your sweet pussy regulus would devour as soon as his father was done with you. he couldn’t hear the words uttered by the older man but when regulus saw you climb atop the wooden desk, gently sliding the unfinished papers to the side, he knew what was coming and he couldn’t help the slight twitch in his trousers.

you spread your legs, planting your feet far apart as you displayed your pretty cunt to your father. regulus nearly groaned as he saw the slick folds, the familiar sight of your little clit and clenching hole making him want to barge inside and take you first. he clenched his fists, his dull nails sinking into his palm as his father leaned in, inhaling the sweet aroma of your arousal, his tongue flicking your folds only once. you squirm.

“are you only going to kiss it today, daddy?”

oh, regulus almost moans at that.

you always shook your head when regulus demanded you use that name for him and now he knows why. you had been moaning it to your father instead, letting him lick and suck on your pussy without a word of protest, likely waiting obediently for regulus or sirius to summon you, too.

“no,” orion chuckles, pressing a peck to your inner thigh, “you’re getting fucked by daddy today.” orion stands, sliding off his belt and unbuttoning his pants as he stares at your exposed pussy, his greedy fingers occasionally sliding up your glistening slit. “are you excited, sweet girl? dad hasn’t fucked this little cunt in a long time, right?”

you nod, “yes. not since mom came back. sirius said you don’t like me anymore.”

regulus’s jaw ticks. sirius had known but hadn’t bothered to tell him. he’d give him an earful next time he saw him.

regulus focuses again. his fathers cock isn’t as long as his, but it’s girthier. regulus knows you’ll cry. you always do when sirius fucks you, stretching you wide rather than deep like regulus’s long cock does.

regulus is correct, of course. you start to cry as soon as orion’s tip stretches your little hole but you don’t dare complain. regulus finds that a little odd. you did nothing but whine and complain whenever regulus hurt you, moaning about how he was too big, too rough, too much. it almost makes him wonder what your father had subjected you to when you did complain. the thought is oddly thrilling.

his father doesn’t move very fast, his aging body leaving him to fuck you slowly, lacking the youthful eagerness that he and sirius have. his silver hair starts sticking to his forehead as he spreads your legs further.

“oh, babygirl…” he groans, tossing your knees over his elbows, “look at you… such a sweet thing… your mom hasn’t been this tight in ages.”

regulus can’t help it then, sliding his hands down the front of his pants. he massages his cock, nibbling on his lip as he watches you fight the urge to whimper and squirm, a distant thought of his father and mother tangled in their sheets, engaged in sin.

he watches intently, jerking his dick quickly as he waits his turn.

[goaltnding]

tragic backstory michael misa who sleeps on the floor in his closet well into his adulthood. even at 19 years old he doesn’t feel right sleeping in a bed.

he sucks it up and suffers through it during roadies because he doesn’t have a choice. he can admit that what he does is not normal and he knows that other people would not think what he does is normal. other people don’t sleep on their closet floor like a freak, other people that are normal don’t feel the same unbearable anxiety he does every time they lay in a bed, other people don’t silently cry in the bathroom of their shared hotel room because they know they have to sleep in a bed.

misa wants to be normal, wants to be like everyone else, but he likes the closet, likes it a lot, and that’s where he likes to be at night.

the closet is nice, it’s quiet and warm and when he shuts the door no one can get to him. his childhood closet had a lock on it and now his closet at the toffoli’s does too, plus it’s bigger. it makes him happy. it’s not like his dad is going to come into his room in california or something, he knows that’s not the case, but some things stick with you. neither cat nor toff knows he sleeps in his closet every night, they don’t know his past or how he feels or what he went through. no one besides his brother and his mother knows, because they were there for it all.

misa doesn’t hold any resentment toward his brother for not stepping in against his father, or for the fact that misa’s the only one who got all his anger. his father never liked him as much as he did luke and that’s okay, it isn’t luke’s fault.

most nights his dad would come into his room drunk and beat him so hard he felt like he would stop breathing.

sometime after, when he turned 7, he realized that he didn’t like being in his bed, because when he was in his bed he knew his dad would find him there. his bedroom door didn’t have a lock like the closet, so he started sleeping in there. he was safe there and no one could hurt him. now, at 19 years old, it’s the only thing that can calm him down. when hockey gets stressful, when he doesn’t feel good, or when it’s time for bed, he goes to the closet.

his mother wouldn’t step in either, but he doesn’t blame her for it just like he doesn’t blame luke. it’s neither of their fault, his father’s dislike for him has nothing to do with them. it’s between only him and misa.

it wasn’t always just the beatings, sometimes it was other things. misa doesn’t like to think about the way his dad would touch him, the way his rough hands would roam all over his body under his spider-man blanket. sometimes he remembers how dirty he felt when he’d wake up in the morning or how he’d scrub so hard in the bathtub that his skin would be red and raw when he got out. he still remembers the smell of alcohol on his father’s breath, the thought makes him sick.

the closet didn’t always work though. there were times when his father would break down the door to get to him, even in his drunkness. there were many, many broken closet doors. other times he would hear his father simply stumble in and then stumble out when he didn’t see him. he was grateful for those times.

[this-is-parental-abuse]

my mom not letting me or my sister go to sleepovers (or have any) we were in elementary school cus she thought we'd get molested

This is parental abuse.

Being an overly controlling parent, even in the name of “protection”, is abuse.

[ggegap]

kiddos who are always miss their dadas (actually missing them raping your cunni)

[litgirsstuff]

I like chasing after men, but I much prefer it when strangers grab my butt on a crowded bus or rub their hard dicks against me.

[this-is-saneism]

I’m unsure whether some of the voices I’ve heard before were delusions or headmates or what but I’m afraid to open up about it because I had a friend who would aggressively “reality check” me and even told me that my soulbond would molest me

This is the result of saneism and pluralmisia