Synopsis; Set after the events of Blue Lock, shortly after Kaiser returns to Germany. You watch him fall into alcoholism and become exactly like what he hated most: his father.
A/n; I'm literally so proud of this it's lowkey one of my favorite things I've ever written.. if theres anything I didn't put in the warning that you think I should add pls don't hesitate to lmk!
Cross-posted on Ao3
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You noticed something was off in the way he kissed you goodnight.
It wasn't particularly rough or cold, it was just different. It was like his mind was somewhere else. His lips would barely linger on your forehead before turning over and muttering something about how tired he was, when before you would fall asleep tangled in each other's arms.
You tried not to think about it too much. He was training harder, obsessing over missed shots and watching past matches over and over and over until early morning.
But he wouldn't really explain what was going on. No, the perfect but ever so fragile Michael Kaiser couldn't be that vulnerable.
So you thought that if you gave him time he'd get over whatever was going on with him.
But then came the morning where he wouldn't eat and he'd go to practice hungry.
And the afternoons where he'd come home from practice and either shy away from any interaction with you or drop off his things and leave again.
And the evenings where his mood would shift at the drop of a hat.
And that sharp, bitter scent that you caught on him when he'd return in the evening that you'd try to convince yourself it wasn't what you thought it was.
You told yourself it couldn't be alcohol.
You told yourself that Kaiser wasn't like that.
He wouldn't be like him.
Michael Kaiser hated his father, probably more than any other thing in this world. You'd seen that look in his eyes when he spoke about him, even if it happened rarely. That haunted, tortured glare that left him as a shell of a human being.
Kaiser once told you, “If I end up like him, you may as well kill me yourself.”
You thought it was a morbid joke, a way to cope with everything he's been through, so you laughed.
You weren't laughing anymore.
You didn't think it was a problem yet per se. He wasn't an alcoholic. But he's started keeping a bottle in that cabinet above the fridge that neither of you really used. Maybe he thought you wouldn't notice it was there. You never saw him pour a glass or drink anything, at least not at home, but you knew.
And tonight was another awkwardly silent night for you two. He was sat on the bed, blankly staring at his phone, jaw clenched, and you could smell it on him again.
Your throat clenched as you approached him. You slipped into bed beside him, letting your hands fall limply in your lap as you lowered your head.
“You're drinking?” you asked softly. You hated the way your voice sounded meek.
His shoulders tensed. He didn’t look up from the screen. “It's not like that.”
You shifted to face him properly. “Then what is it like?”
His thumb scrolled aimlessly across the screen. “Drop it,” he muttered. “It's not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal?”
He scoffed. “Jesus Christ, I didn't come home to be interrogated.”
It stung a bit. You turned away from him again. “I'm not interrogating you, Kaiser. I'm just worried.”
The sheets rustled as he turned over in bed, tossing his phone onto the night stand. “Worry about something that matters.”
“Kaiser-"
“Didn't I say to drop it?”
And that was the end of it. The line was drawn in the sand.
You sat there for a long while, watching his chest faintly rise and fall in the darkness of your bedroom. You wanted to press him on it, to keep asking questions, to get him to talk more like he used to.
But something in his body language screamed at you to not engage, to lay back and swallow your worries.
And so you did, pulling the covers up more and careful not to touch him.
You stared up at the ceiling, watching the fan circle as you listened to faint sounds of the city and the rhythmic battering of the pouring rain outside. Anything to distract you from the man who laid beside you.
It wasn't always like this. Just months ago there were nights where he'd pull you close, arms wrapped tight around your waist, kissing your shoulder and mumbling about his goals and training and how he was so lucky to have someone like you with him despite his shitty upbringing.
And now you can't think about a recent time where he touched you while he was sober without flinching away.
And you were starting to flinch too.
You rolled over slowly, turning your back to him, biting your lip hard enough to hurt.
You wouldn't cry. You couldn't . Because crying made it feel like this was real. That this wasn't just stress.
It meant you had to admit to yourself that he was changing.
It meant you had to admit to yourself that he already had.
—
You woke up to the faint sound of the front door clicking shut.
No "good morning.” No kiss goodbye. The space in the bed beside you was left empty and cold.
You dragged yourself out of bed and down to the kitchen. Without thinking, almost in a daze, you opened the cabinet above the refrigerator.
It was a different bottle than you remember from last week. You stretched to reach it, pulling it down to inspect it.
The label was clearly foreign, and if you had to guess, it was a luxury brand. And it was half empty.
You shoved it back into its place in the cabinet before leaning your head against the fridge, the cool emanating from the door grounding you.
He said it wasn't a big deal.
—
You were curled up on the couch, the TV quietly playing in the background.
He came home late again. It was happening more often, and every time he came back smelling of alcohol.
He didn't look at you and he said nothing. Just dropped his bag, kicked his shoes off, and walked right past you.
Your fingers curled around the blanket on your lap as you sat up straighter.
“Hey, you're back,” you said softly. “I waited for you.”
He paused, already by the hallway, hand clenched on the wall. “You didn't need to.”
You wanted to scream at him. To shake him and make him look at you .
“Have you eaten?” You said as you stood up, trying to keep your voice casual.
“Not hungry.”
He had already disappeared into the bedroom before you could reply.
—
It started because he didn't answer his phone. Four texts, five missed calls, and not one answer.
You cooked dinner, and waited, and watched the food get cold.
You paced around the living room, eyes glued to your phone to see if you could at least catch a little typing bubble pop up by his name to at least know that he was okay.
But then the front door swung open and he reeked of alcohol.
“Are you serious right now?”
He froze, just barely inside the door, coat dripping from rain water.
“Five calls and not a single fucking reply.” You said as you held your phone up.
He shrugged off his coat and threw it by the coat rack, not bothering to take the time to hang it up properly.
“Didn't see ‘em.”
“Don't lie to me.” You said as you followed him to the kitchen.
He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
“Are you really out drinking every fucking night?”
The plastic bottle cracked with how tight he gripped it.
“Kaiser, say something-”
The fridge door slammed shut. “What the fuck do you want me to say?” He finally snapped, whirling around to you.
You flinched back, but didn't back down. Not when you finally got him to look at you.
“I want the truth. I want you . I want the person you cared about when I worried and who didn't run away from their problems and try to solve it with alcohol.”
Kaiser stared at you, eyes glazed over and breathing heavily. His hair stuck to his forehead from both the rain and the sweat. He looked deeply exhausted in a way that made him nearly unrecognizable from the man you fell in love with.
He laughed. “You think this is about you?”
Your heart dropped as he stepped toward you, waving the bottle around. “You think I'm doing this to hurt you or something? Shit. You don't know anything.”
“I'm just trying to help-”
“I didn't fucking ask you to!” He yelled.
He threw the bottle, not at you but across the room. It hit the wall with a hollow thud as water gushed out of it onto the tile floor.
And then he reached out, leaning in close as he grabbed your arm with a sloppy but tight grip, enough that you think it might bruise later.
“I said.. drop it.” He slurred.
And you flinched hard. His hand released you instantly, like your skin had scalded him.
You were frozen, staring at him wide eyed, hand hovering over the spot on your arm that he grabbed.
He tried to take a step forward and you took a step back.
“No, no- Fuck, baby, I didn't mean..”
You shook your head, opening your mouth but no words would come out. All you could think about was the echo of his voice in your head, the sharp, slurred edge to it, the angry heat to his grip, the loathing in his eyes.
You turned around and went straight to the door, grabbing your keys that hung on the rack beside it.
Kaiser followed, “Hey- hey! Don't - can't we just- please. Don't leave me right now.”
—
Kaiser stood alone in the kitchen, bending down to pick up the now almost empty water bottle from the ground.
He stared at his reflection in the oven door, wild-eyed and trembling.
Michael Kaiser, for the first time since he began playing soccer, didn't feel powerful.
He felt just like him.
He staggered back, hand dragging over his neck as he let out a strangled breath and squeezed tight. His fingers pressed in harder, curling around the side of his neck as he fell to his knees on the floor, almost knocking his head against the counter while he did.
Kaiser always did this when he felt like shit. When he couldn't stand the sound of his own voice or the look of his own face. When he needed to punish himself. When he needed to feel something real.
His hand pressed tighter, knuckles turning white as he tried not to cry.
He squeezed until his sight began to blur, until the ringing in his ears began. Until he collapsed, hands bracing against the floor, still slick with water, to keep himself upright.
He sat quietly, forced to listen to the sound of his own wrecked, ragged breathing.
And he had absolutely no one to blame but himself.
lily: its me and my evil girlfriends against the world
emmeline, evil girlfriend n1: lily if i call you a fugly slut again will you punch me in the face, it's really hot when we beat each other up
bertha, evil girlfriend n2: lily i told dumbledore that you were five minutes late to our date and he banned me from his office, this is all your fault
Warnings: female genitalia, she/her pronouns used, incest (dad/daughter and uncle/niece), abuse, abusive mother, slurs, infidelity, arranged marriage (gone wrong), mentions of running away and not feeling wanted, reader is in school (3rd year, at least 18), non-con somnophilia, daddy kink, lots of pet names (princess, baby, doll), implied gangbang, age gap, sex in the onigiri shop, f. and m. masturbation, f. oral receiving, implied m. oral receiving, one (1) use of "good girl", mentions of alcohol, virgin!reader, creampie(s), brief food play
The day you were born was one of happiness and dread. Happiness for your mother, but dread for your father. Osamu wasn’t too happy about your birth, he won’t lie, but he didn’t know what to expect from little [Y/N].
As he grew more focused on his business, he ignored potential suitors until his mother had come to him about seeing a marriage agency. In fact, he still wasn’t interested until his mother invited him out for a dinner one evening with Atsumu in tow. The day ended with both brothers having been set up on dates with women that their mother approved of.
Osamu didn’t have any feelings for his wife, but she was at least able to hold her own job and wasn’t too fond of romantic relations either, with her own mother setting her up on a date with him. To him, it was a business transaction that had hit off within two dates. She was humorous when she wanted to be, she seemed to respect his boundaries, and they settled on only one kid to make their families happy, needing no other romantic interests in each other. It was more like a friendship with a contract. It was a much more peaceful marriage process than Atsumu’s, of which his suitors were never up to his standards, leaving their mother at a loss for words.
You were just a contract. A child that they would care for as emotionlessly as your parents cared for each other. But something changed. Whether it was your first word being his name, your first steps being towards him, or even just him noticing his life was a little less bland and a lot more fun when you were in it, he was grateful for you. His dread of children was washed away when you called out to him and gave him a hug after a long day at work, replaced with happiness of being your father. However, this in turn changed things between him and your mother.
She refused to have you call her mom, mama, or even mother. You only referred to her by her name, showed her respect, as if she was your boss rather than the person who gave birth to you. As you grew older, she seemed to find things to blame you for, always upset at you and even talking in the dead of night about how she wished she could’ve had a son instead. It always hurt, but you were able to handle it when she tossed hurtful comments your way, Osamu being there to comfort you.
But it just caused more arguments as you got older.
Even though you were still in school, you were soon to graduate and hadn’t planned on what to do afterwards like most people your age. Some even planned to stay home for another year to figure things out, but your mother didn’t like that idea for you.
“You’re going to go off to college after you graduate, whether you like it or not! This isn’t up for discussion, [Y/N],” she coldly said, glaring at you from across the room. Sitting at her desk doing work, you hadn’t wanted to talk about this, but she seemed eager to hear your plans.
“But Hikari, it’s common for teenagers to spend time at home before leaving for college now. I don’t even know what I would want to do, so why should I waste my time doing something I don’t love? Dad said—”
“Of course he said something. He always says something to make you feel like you’re worth something, doesn’t he?” She practically spat, fulling turning her chair around to look at you. “Your father owns and works an Onigiri shop, something he knew he’d want to do. I didn’t know what to do in high school, but I still went to college and figured it out, and so shall you. The earlier you’re gone, the better,”
“That’s not what d-” you’re cut off once more.
“I don’t care!” She stood up from her chair, making you back up in fear, only serving to make her lips smirk as she placed her hands on her hips, before the scowl came back. “Your father loves to coddle you, so of course he’d want you around for another year. He’d probably want you around forever, since he’s so fond of you. It makes me wonder how fond,” her eyebrow raises as you take on a look of confusion.
“What do you mean? He’s my father, of course he loves me,”
“Yes, but I’m his wife and the only time he spends with me willingly is at night when it’s time to sleep. I hear you two giggling in your bedroom at night, don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. Can’t figure out what to do, so instead you’d sleep with your own father, is that it?”
“How dare you think I’d do that!” You yell back at her, making her recoil in shock. “You may not care for me like a mother, but that doesn’t mean your husband shares the sentiment! He’s trying to make my life easier so I don’t turn out like a wrinkled old bag like you!” You huff, putting your own hands on your hips. “Is that why you had to do an arranged marriage? Because you slept your way to the top and nobody wanted sloppy seconds? Do you only think that he loves me because I have a hole between my legs? You’re disgusting,”
“Me? Disgusting? You just insulted me to my face, called me ugly and a slut all in one! You should be ashamed of your actions and apologize!”
“No, I’m an adult now. I may be young, but I deserve respect, too! Especially from my own mothe-” you’re cut off as the word begins to leave your mouth, a stinging pain in your cheek from where she slapped you.
“Never call me that. I am not your mother and you are not my daughter. You’re nothing more than a little slut who has seduced my husband and is trying to kick me out of my own marriage. Go to your room. I’ll decide which university you’ll be going to when you graduate, and I’ll make sure it’s as far away from here as possible,” she sneers, walking back to her desk as you barely hold back your tears. With no words of confirmation, you quietly run to your room, shutting the door and collapsing on the bed, letting sobs wrack your body.
It was a busy day for Osamu, hardly getting a break to eat his lunch before he could close up. Usually on his breaks, he calls you to see how you’re doing, since he knows your mother can be a hassle when he’s not there, but he didn’t have time today. It’s a surprise for him when he gets home only to be greeted by his wife and not his daughter, who usually welcomes him home. Unenthusiastic about her presence, he gives her a quick peck on the cheek before she can get his lips, moving to put his stuff down. “Where’s [Y/N]? She usually greets me,”
A huff from Hikari tips him off something happened, before she even opens her mouth. “Oh please, that thing has been holed up in her bedroom since she got here. Didn’t even say hello,” she then takes on a more pouty tone, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him into the house. “Don’t worry about it. I made your favorite dinner, nice and hot, so let’s eat,”
“Well, shouldn’t I get my daughter so we can eat together?” Another frown on her face. He knew she hated when you were referred to as his daughter, like he was boldly talking about a mistress rather than his flesh and blood.
“Don’t bother. She’s been in a mood after I told her she’s going to university after she graduates,”
“University? We had previously discussed she could do what she wanted, as she is an adult. You can’t force her,” he tries to explain, rubbing his temple, then looks at her with an accusatory glance. “You just said she didn’t greet you, so how did you two end up arguing?”
“Uh— Arguing is a bit dramatic, isn’t it? I told her what she’ll do and she was stubborn, that’s all.” Rolling her eyes and faking a smile, he wasn’t buying it. “Shouldn’t you be happy your wife is here to greet you and fix you dinner? Don’t worry about her—”
“No, I will worry because I care for her. I’ll be back once I talk to her,” Osamu finally said, pushing his wife away as she tried to lean in for a kiss, leaving her fumbling in the kitchen. He knew she probably did a lot more than just ‘tell you to go to school’ like she said, but he was worried that she pushed you too far.
Opening your bedroom door, the first thing he noticed was hastily put together luggage next to your bed, with what looked to be the shirt he got you for your birthday sticking out of it. Closing the door behind him, he locked it so Hikari wouldn’t bust in unwelcomed as he talked to you. She had a habit of interrupting his conversations with you when she felt jealous. He thought it was absurd that she could think in such a way, as if you were threatening a perfect relationship. He didn’t love her and he’d divorce her but there has never been a good time to do it. Sitting on your bed and seeing the snot on your sleeves and the dried tears on your cheeks made him think that perhaps a good time would be sooner than later.
“Hey, wanna wake up for me?” He whispers, leaning over you. Completely sleeping in bliss, you’re unaware of your surroundings. Sighing and leaning back, he taps on your back and shoulders to see if that will wake you. It’s a method his mom would use to wake him and Atsumu up when they were younger, but it seems like you’re in too deep of a sleep to feel his touches.
The thought that follows that makes him practically hop off the bed, standing beside it as he looks down at you. It’s just an intrusive thought, nothing to think anymore on. He’d never actually consciously think about feeling you up while you’re asleep. That’s… that’s wrong. Not to mention you only recently turned 18, what kind of person would take advantage of that?
Sitting back on the bed, he can only hope you stay asleep as his hand travels from your shoulders down your back, hesitating before moving further down. The way you fell asleep has one leg bent with the other straight, so he keeps his hand going over your ass and between your legs, feeling his pants tighten as he thinks of what’s underneath. It’s wrong on so many levels, but a deep part of him tells him it’s not wrong if nobody knows. Not only that, he loves you more than his own wife, whether it’s familial or not, so he’s not touching you out of ill will. Feeling his body heat up and his mind run rampant at the fact you’re still asleep, he moves your shorts to the side a bit, wiggling two fingers underneath your panties as his other hand unbuttons his own pants. It’s so dirty and wrong, but nobody can disturb this moment and he hasn’t felt real pleasure in so long, desperate to know what you feel like and if he can get away with it.
He backs out almost immediately though, removing his hand as you move, legs moving until you’re groaning, rubbing your nose into your pillow. He’s able to quickly button his pants back up, using his hand that was just against your clit to rub circles on your upper back. “Hey baby, you finally up?”
“Daddy? When— When’d you get here?” Your groggy reply has him mentally sighing in relief. If you seem like you didn’t know what he did to you, then he shouldn’t be worried. Rubbing your eyes, you roll over to face him, slowly sitting up. “I’m sorry I didn’t greet you when you came home, I— I was just tired,”
“Now don’t worry ‘bout not greeting me. I know you were a little more than just tired,” he takes on a soft tone and gently brings his hand up to your cheek, the one he hadn’t seen yet, the one that had a mark blooming on your skin. “What’d she do to you?”
“It— I accidentally called her mom again. We got into an argument,”
“Was that it?”
“At first. She’s jealous that you show me more love than her. She thinks I’m trying to take her place, so I told her that she was wrong. She slapped me because I talked back,” your chest started to heave as you held back sobs, trying to finish talking before the dam completely broke. “I’m starting to think maybe I should finish school living with Uncle ‘Tsumu instead,” more tears plopped onto your twiddling hands. “I don’t wanna be the reason your relationship fails, daddy,”
Little do you know that the gears are already in motion, but Osamu just sighs and tugs you into his chest, letting you cry into his work shirt. “You’re not living with ‘Tsumu. This is my house and if you want to take a year to figure out what you’re doing, then you can stay here. She’s just gonna have to suck it up,”
“Okay,” it comes out almost intelligible, but he understands. He doesn’t know how long he pats your back while you cry in the comfort of his arms, he can only think about what he did and what he was about to do. And what his mind wants him to do. It isn’t until you pull from him does he break out of his trance, looking down at you wiping your cheeks. “Can you do something for me, please?”
When he said yes, he expected plenty of things. Divorce, scolding his wife, even dirty things only he would think about. He didn’t expect the dirty thing to be fucking his own wife, instead of his daughter. “Ah, honey, right there! Don’t stop!” Hikari moans, fingers digging into the pillows as she practically screams out in pleasure. Osamu has barely made any noise, forcing her mouth against the pillows to muffle her moans and screams as he tells her they’re not alone. Even if it was your idea and his wife doesn’t care, he feels dirty sleeping with her instead of you. It almost feels as if he’s cheating, which is a horrible thought he tries to ignore.
Hikari’s squeals make him only roll his eyes, knowing she’s only acting the way because she’s showing off that he’s sleeping with her and not you, which is almost a disgusting thing to think about. She’s jealous of something that doesn’t exist. His love for you was most likely always going to happen, she just doesn’t know that. Even when he’s close to finishing, he has to grit his teeth and close his eyes as he imagines he could be fucking you instead, with your ass bouncing on his cock and your pretty face streaked with tears of pleasure. The small mental image has him pushing over the edge, pulling out of his wife before releasing on the bed below them, rubbing his cock against her pussy as he comes down from his high.
“Wh- Why didn’t you finish inside me?” She whines, pushing her ass against his cock and rubbing. “I want to feel you inside me, ‘Samu,”
“We’re not using protection, so I didn’t want to risk it,” is all he says, chest heaving as he tries to get rid of that image of you in his head. He can’t live his life like this.
“It’s okay, I’m your wife, you know?” She continues to pester him, giggling when he flips her over, only to drop her smile when he practically glares down at her.
“Wife or not, you’re not fit to be a mother. So I’m not going to finish inside you,” is all he says, before getting up and heading into the bathroom, leaving her to pout on the bed. She can clean herself up, it’s not his problem. He may have upset her with that, but it’s what she deserves and what she needed to hear. Coming out of the bathroom, she’s curled up in bed reading a book, ignoring his presence. Struck a nerve indeed, he did, but it’s not his problem, as he decides to watch some TV before bed.
The next day is a day off for Osamu, letting the other workers run the shop while he takes a much deserved break. Waking up alone isn’t something he’s used to, but he doesn’t mind an empty house with no crazy woman to deal with. Well, mostly empty. You’re still here, since you don’t have school today, so he thinks maybe today can be a day where you two just hang out without worrying about third parties interfering. Getting up to get his morning coffee, he doesn’t expect to see you up already, in the hallway, exiting the bathroom.
His only thought was that he knew your body would be beautiful bare in front of him. The thoughts of you calling his name while creaming around his cock come flooding back in, his eyes unable to stop from roaming your curves and using his imagination to place what’s under your hands and arm. It’s only when you gasp, profusely apologize, and run into your room, does he actually break from his trance. Now not only is he sporting a hard boner now, but he did so by looking at you, his daughter’s, naked body. To add more salt, you were aware of the situation.
“Fuck,” he muttered, running his hand down his face. He didn’t think you’d be up for a daddy-daughter date this afternoon, anymore.
On your end, you were so stunned from everything that happened, the only thing you could do was lean against your closed door, hands covering your breasts as everything processed. You had expected an empty house, waking up to complete silence as you figured out what you were going to do. Starting your day with a shower, you didn’t bother bringing any clothes because of the supposedly empty house, which ended up being the mistake that made everything weird.
Your whole body felt hot as you put on a big t-shirt, coming down to your mid-thigh, mind running laps as you processed how Osamu, your father, reacted to your naked body. Was your mother right to worry? Was he actually attracted to you— at least your body? The thin material of his sweatpants made his cock look so big, it made your insides warm thinking about it. Even as you pull on a pair of panties, you can feel yourself wet from the sight of him getting aroused. It felt so dirty, but you just couldn’t help it.
Laying down on your bed, you spread your legs and slid your hand under your panties. You may have just taken a shower, but you had to deal with these urges or else suffer taboo thoughts for the rest of the day. Plus your thoughts were completely private, nobody knew of them, so it wouldn’t hurt to spend some time thinking of dirty things. You couldn’t help thinking about last night, how your mother was screaming in pleasure, even though it was disgusting, but if his cock was as big as you thought it was, you couldn’t help it. Thinking of you in that position, laying underneath Osamu as his cock ruts against your most sensitive areas, making you see stars. Unlike those fleeting boy crushes, he was an experienced man who probably knows his way around a woman, able to easily make you finish within minutes.
However you saw him yesterday has completely changed, your body craving his touch and his body after catching a glimpse of a boner from him. It makes you feel so dirty thinking of him that way, but a part of you wonders if it’s only normal? Not because of what you saw, but he’s always been there for you, loving you with no conditions contrary to Hikari, so it only makes sense that you’d end up feeling this way, right? Only serving to feed into your delusions, your fingers work faster against your clit, tiring out your arm until you’re seeing stars and biting down on your t-shirt, toes curling as you finally reach the end you were striving for. Instead of thinking those thoughts are horrible in your post-bliss, they only serve to make you want more.
No, this is wrong. You need to apologize.
There’s nothing else about it. You don’t need to be on eggshells around Osamu, that’d only serve in making your mother suspicious something is up. Plus, you don’t need your only security net in this dysfunctional family gone. With a set goal in mind, you wipe off the juices from your hand and leave the room, expecting him to be in the kitchen. Is it forgetfulness and comfortability that has you in only a long t-shirt and panties? Or is it the fact that maybe, just maybe, you want those fantasies to not only be fantasies? Telling yourself the former, you walk into the kitchen to see nobody there. Peaking into the living room, the house almost seems empty. Thinking perhaps he’s too embarrassed to even possibly be around you now, you accept defeat and trudge back to your room, only to stop in front of your door.
You don’t know whether it’s wishful thinking or simple coincidence, but you notice the master bedroom door is cracked open, hardly enough to see inside, but enough that the sounds from inside aren’t as well muffled as they should be. Curiosity has never urged you closer to the door than in this moment, finding your breathing shaky as you listen to the moans and groans inside the room. Is he.. Is he touching himself? To the brief image of your mostly naked body? The thought makes your stomach warm, thighs squeezing together as you’re faced with a choice to either open the door or go back to your room. Nothing can ever go back to the way it was, but crossing the threshold could mean the end for many things, as well as the beginning of many.
Creaking the door open, you expect Osamu to turn around, looking in the doorway to your slightly shaking frame, instead he doesn’t stop, never faltering. The well lit room hides nothing, your eyes landing on the pink panties you just threw in the hamper in his hand, pushed up to his nose. His other hand is wrapped around his cock, pumping away as his arm flexes with each pump. The thought of him sniffing your dirty laundry so shamelessly has arousal building in your lower stomach, making your panties even wetter than before. You two can never go back to how you were before, but a part of you is okay with that.
Completely lost in a fantasy world, Osamu doesn’t even notice you’ve opened his door. He did intentionally leave the door open a crack, just to see if you came out of your room or even if you were just like him, but it backfired when he completely ignored the creaking of the door. Head filled with a lusty haze and the image of your naked body, more fleshed out, bouncing on his cock had his hand moving faster as he sniffed your dirty panties. He shouldn’t be doing something so shameful, but he just can’t help how you make him feel. It isn’t until the door is shut does he realize someone’s seen him. Using your panties to cover his obviously hard cock, he turns to see you leaning against the door, feet shifting as your thighs rub together.
He can’t even get out any words, too stunned, seeing you push yourself off the door as you sway, hands gripping the edges of your shirt — one he gave you years ago after you had a nightmare. “It’s not very nice to go stealing my underwear, you know?” Your voice is so sweet to him, but it breaks his trance as guilt and regret fills his body. That is, until his eyes watch as one of your hands pulls up the shirt, your other one going between your legs and rubbing against your pussy. The same one he’s been dreaming about since he almost touched it. “If you want, I could give you the pair I’m wearing, instead,” your breath becomes shaky, but you keep going. Sliding them off, you barely manage to get your legs out of them before he’s sweeping you off of your feet, lips pressed against yours with a passion he hasn’t given to anyone.
Osamu can hardly believe it when you begin to kiss him back, hand coming behind his head before he sets you back down, breaking the kiss. “You know I’m gonna do more than take your panties, right? Is that what you want?” Leaning away from you, he sees the wavering determination in your eyes and has a dreading feeling you’ll back out, make it so he chases you until you’re out of his sight, but instead you simply wrap your damp panties around his cock, making him bite his lip. You were so wet, touching yourself to your own dirty father touching himself to you.
“Yes, daddy. I want this, if you’d have me,” your answer is swiftly met with a kiss, your legs wrapping around his waist as he brings you to the bed. A silly sentence to say, he thinks, finally letting his hand sink between your legs where he has been dying to touch. It’s all he’s wanted for the past day, thinking of you and your sweetness in every waking thought. He doesn’t want to take off the shirt, finding it as a claim to your body as he simply pulls it up to gaze upon your breasts. Always a giver and less of a taker, he doesn’t wait in putting his lips on your skin, letting his tongue taste you. “W-wait, they’re sensi-ti-” your gasps only have him putting in more effort on your nipples, rolling one of them between his teeth as he uses his other hand to rub and tweak the other one. Using both of his hands to massage your breasts, he presses open mouthed kisses all over them, sucking on the skin before moving his mouth lower.
With his mouth right in front of your pussy, he isn’t surprised when your legs try to close up, him having to press kisses to your thighs to make you relax. “It’ll be okay, don’t worry, baby,”
“But— isn’t the taste weird? What if you don’t like it?” Your question is so innocent, but it tells him all he needs to know about you. Taking your virginity only serves to make his cock bob in anticipation, eager to take it. Chuckling, he pulls your up so you’re practically folded in half, your pussy completely on display for him.
“Any man who doesn’t give as much as he takes isn’t worth your time. And your daddy will always be worth your time,” he simply says, pressing a kiss to your folds before diving between them. He’s waited long enough to touch your most sensitive area, he’s not gonna wait to taste it, as well. Plus, your squeals under him have his cock throbbing at what’s to come. If his mouth brings you this much pleasure, that you’re tightening your grip on the hem of your shirt, only to move to grabbing your breasts, trying to ground yourself, he can’t wait to see how you react to his cock inside of you.
Kissing, licking, and flicking his tongue against your clit and slurping up any juices has you seeing stars, toes curling as your eyes roll at the feeling of your high washing over you. Your body feels so tingly and sensitive that you can’t help but twitch as Osamu sets you down, rubbing his cock against you. Worried about being able to take him well, you feel your face get hot as you watch him rubbing his cock against your soaking wet pussy, sighs of satisfaction as he does.
Pushing your legs back, he finally lines himself up as you watch, waiting for something to happen. “You sure you want this? You can still back out,”
“I’m positive.” Even going as far as to spread your folds, rubbing your middle finger against your clit, you show him as well as tell. “I want you to be my first, daddy. I want you to fill me up,”
Even if he had planned on using protection, your sudden declaration of him filling you up would make him not want to. It’s not that he wants you pregnant, but rather he wants you to feel all of him and he wants to feel all of you. With a nod, he pushes into your tiny hole and has to practically hold his breath from busting on the spot, with your walls squeezing him so much. “Relax, princess. We got time,” he shushes, moving down to press kisses to your face and neck. Feeling him gently rock himself into you, you were able to relax and let him move in even more, stretching your hole more as your velvety walls spasmed around him, trying to milk him. “Fuck,” he groaned, then finished sheathing himself all the way, making you mewl from the sudden thrust.
You felt completely full, as if he was everywhere and anywhere in the moment. His hips began moving, starting off slow that would have his cock rubbing against your sensitive walls and feeling his balls flush against your ass. Increasing his speed, you had to dig your nails into his shoulders as you held on, having his move so fast that your body rocked with each thrust, juices gushing out of you. His cock was covered in your juices and his own precum, coating the outside of your cunt and dripping down his balls.
“You gonna take it?” He suddenly groans, making you open your eyes and look at his sweat covered face. “You gonna take all my cum like a good girl? Let me fill you up? That’s what you want, right?” A nod from you is all you can muster, but he moves your leg into the crook of his elbow, freeing his hand to squish your cheeks together so you face him. “I wanna hear you say it,”
“Yes, daddy!” You slur, sticking out your tongue as you feel the beginning of his load empty out inside of you. “Fill me all the way up, please!” The last part of the sentence comes out of grit teeth, as your back arches and your eyes roll back. It’s so pleasureful, feeling a heavy load fill your walls that you can’t help but let yourself completely go, spraying watery juices all over Osamu’s abdomen, dripping down onto his sweatpants.
Osamu can’t believe his eyes, truly. Watching you come undone on his cock is even better than he could have imagined, as he way he’s your body twitch and feels your walls spastically gush around him makes him even harder inside of you. Making you squirt, however? Just from filling you up with a load of cum? Fuck, he doesn’t even let you enter a post-bliss state, worried you’d want to stop when he’s only getting his engines warm. You can barely refute him as he starts fucking into you again, pushing his cum out of your little cunt with each thrust. He’s gonna fuck every pent up load into you all before his stupid wife gets home.
For the rest of the day, Osamu has you trying out different positions all just to hear you scream and mewl underneath him, telling him how good it feels when he fucks you like an animal starved. It makes him feel good to have someone actually love him, wanting him to feel just as good as he makes them. Whether it’s you putting in the work to bounce on his cock so he can grab and play with your bouncing breasts or you on your knees in front of him and his cock on your tongue, you don’t want him doing all the work and doing all the giving. He makes sure to clean you up, too, wiping down the sweat from your body and the copious amount of cum dribbling out of your abused cunt. It isn’t until Hikari pulls up do you two separate, you going to do homework while he watches TV. None the wiser than she was yesterday, Osamu can’t help but smile when she passes by him, letting her kiss him on the lips moments after he made you cum on his tongue.
Each day is a day full of giggles with a game of secrecy. How long until Hikari actually catches you two? How long can you two spend together behind closed doors before it’s suspicious? You get better at muffling and holding back your moans and Osamu gets better at not ogling you whenever you two aren’t alone. Spending time in your room doing ‘homework’, Osamu brings you your dinner and even helps you with some stuff, all while Hikari sits in her little office typing away, ignorant of your bed creaking in time with his thrusts. Whenever she has a long day of work, she takes a long bath and you end up on Osamu’s lap in the living room, bouncing on his cock while a movie plays to cover your mewls and his groans.
It isn’t until after you graduate does the secret get out.
Working at Onigiri Miya on the surface was a job that would keep you close to Osamu and stay at home, making Hikari annoyed that you’re still in the picture. Threatening a divorce if she tried to send you off to a college without your consent, you were free to live at home and work with your father, having more than familial moments in the back of the shop when everyone else went home. It gave you both room to spend together without worrying about someone finding out by seeing you laying on a table with your legs on Osamu’s shoulders.
“I swear, the spicy tuna onigiri brings good luck!” Atsumu swears, taking a bite of the good food.
“I think it’s just wishful thinking, ‘Tsumu,” Osamu says back, rolling his eyes. You’re off handing other customers their orders, but you can’t help but giggle at the conversation between your dad and uncle.
“If Aran was here, he’d agree!”
“Nah, Aran likes the crispy seaweed onigiri. Told me himself,” Osamu shoots back, not batting an eye.
“No he didn’t, he’s been busy,”
“He stops by every once in a while. Maybe he just doesn’t let you know when he’s in the area,”
“Are you trying to insinuate something?”
“Okay, you two,” you butt in, handing another order of spicy tuna to Atsumu, “no need to fight when we got other customers.”
“What about you? Do you agree, doll?” Atsumu asks, giving you one of those girl-swooning smiles.
“Actually, I don’t have a favorite, so I don’t think any are more lucky or special than the others. They all taste good, so that’s what matters,” you shrug, making Atsumu’s smile fall.
“You’d say anything to not be on my side, wouldn’t you?”
“Not completely true,” you then sigh, then nod. “But yes,”
“I’m being ganged up on, here,”
“Food’s food, ‘Tsumu,” Osamu says, rolling his eyes.
Atsumu stayed at least until closing, talking about old school stuff and his team with volleyball. Most of their old friends had retired, living a comfortable life and meeting up every once in a while to catch up. Atsumu had only recently retired, so he spent most of his free time chowing down on food Osamu made for him. Waving goodbye to him, you could only sigh as you switched the sign to close and turned off the neon sign, signaling the end of your shift. Well, at least until Osamu tugs you into his chest and kisses you on the head.
“Tired again, huh?” You giggle when he only sighs. “Should I close up by myself, then?”
“Not a chance. Get yourself in the kitchen,”
It isn’t long until you’re in the same position you were in yesterday, one leg bent and held up by his arm while he rams his cock into your cunt, heavy moans coming from your lips with each pump. Resting your head on the counter, your fingers run down the surface as drool spills from your lips, keeping your focus on not having the one leg on the ground buckle. With his one arm holding up your leg and his hand resting against your side, his other hand pushes pieces of onigiri into your mouth, keeping it in your mouth so you don’t spit it out. Moaning, you lick the excess rice from his fingers and suck on them, bringing him to his release and filling you up. Pulling out, he lets the excess run out and puddle on the floor before pushing back in, making more squeeze out, going for another round and only focusing on you.
Atsumu couldn’t believe it. He dropped his wallet when he was eating, probably just slipped out of his pocket. He should’ve double checked before leaving the restaurant, as this has happened before when he doesn’t wear a coat. With the warm nights that spring brings, he hasn’t bothered with wearing a jacket, but he might have to so he stops accidentally losing things. Even though the store says it’s closed, he tries the door and finds it’s unlocked, making him confused, but still going inside. Though, he immediately forgets why he was there when he hears the moans and groans echoing in the empty shop. The only two workers when he left would’ve been ‘Samu and you, so he’s confused as to why he hears those noises. Going around the counter and looking into the kitchen, he can’t take his eyes off the display he sees.
Osamu, his brother, is fucking you on the counter in his shop after hours. If he’d had known this is what he was missing out on, he’d have left his wallet behind on purpose long before now. Completely ignored by the two of you, he just watches as your eyes roll and leg twitches as Osamu pumps a load into your cunt, pulling out to smear some of it on your pussy like he’s claiming it. Atsumu doesn’t know if he’s upset you two didn’t tell him about such a juicy secret or if he’s upset he didn’t get to lay claim on his pretty little niece first. Clearing his throat and knocking on the wall, he makes his presence known.
Covering your chest and looking away is the reaction he expected from you, but Osamu just stares at him like he’s expecting something. “Did you need something? Or you just being a pervert?”
“A pervert? I should be calling you that, ‘Samu. Screwing your own daughter? Does your wife know?”
The answer Osamu gave wasn't necessarily unexpected, but the tone of which he chose made Atsumu's eyes widen with surprise. “I don't care what that old hag thinks. If you're so bent on spilling our little secret, it's not going to change much of anything,”
“Your whole life could be ruined if I told your wife, you know? Really going to let me spill the beans on you?” Atsumu asks, but he wouldn't dare tell. Especially not if Osamu lets him have a taste. Even now, you're all curled up and covering yourself as if your dearest father's cock is currently buried inside of you, like you can keep any more of your innocence from him.
“I know you better than that, 'Tsumu. We've always had each other's backs, why would that change now?” He simply states, even rocking his hips into you that has your leg twitching, your harsh whispers of telling him not now. Atsumu can't help but laugh, nodding and getting closer to the two of you.
“You're right, I wouldn't snitch. Although, it's a bit sad you didn't let me know before. Too scared I'd take her away from you?”
“As if,” Osamu scoffs, his thumb rubbing your clit, making you twitch and mewl. The sight of you makes Atsumu's cock twitch, his jeans getting tighter with each noise. “Nothing can beat our first time together. You're welcome to try, but I doubt it,”
“Well, then I can't back down, can I?” Atsumu gives off simple smile, but his mind is full of nothing but dirty, disgusting thoughts of what he could do to you. Of course, Osamu pulling his cock out to let his previous loads drip from your cunt reminds him you're still owned by someone else, but Atsumu will take sloppy seconds this time. Watching as Atsumu unzips his jeans has you scrambling to move, unsure of what's about to happen.
“Wait, Uncle 'Tsumu—”
“Don't worry, doll. You trust you dear old daddy, don't you?” A nod from you. “He wouldn't let me near you if he didn't trust me. No need to worry 'bout a thing,” Atsumu pecks your lips, looking to see Osamu has backed off completely. You're pulled off of the counter, legs wobbly as you hold onto Atsumu as he picks you up. Osamu may have strength leftover from his volleyball days, but Atsumu is stronger, able to easily lift you onto where his hard cock is waiting for your drooling pussy.
Osamu finds himself on a stool, stroking his cock and spreading your leftover juices all over the skin. “It'll be alright, princess. Daddy's right here, just let your uncle have a taste, okay?”
“Okay, daddy,” your voice is so innocent, so sweet, Atsumu can't hold back, pulling your hips flush against his, groaning at the squeeze you immediately give him.
“Oh, fuck,” he swears, immediately setting into a rhythm of you bouncing on his cock while he holds you up. The sheer strength of him keeping you up combined with the sensitivity from Osamu has you creaming on his cock, making him curse again. He's never been more thankful for leaving his wallet, letting him have the opportunity to feel a nice, young cunt squeezing him again. “Finishing so soon? I just got started,”
“‘ish gooood~” you slur, tongue hanging out as you dig your nails into his shoulders and your legs tighten and twitch in his hold. Your fucked out expression and the consistent string of moans from your lips has him thinking you really are like a doll, just a gummy little hole for him to fuck.
It's not long until he feels juices to gush from your pussy, dripping down and staining his jeans as his balls slap against your ass, making an echoing sound in the kitchen as your moans join it. The brothers keep their moans to a minimum, Atsumu occasionally looking over to see milky fluid dribbling down Osamu's cock and his hand, chuckling at how much of a degenerate his brother is. Feeling your walls squeeze around him once more, he gives a few harsh thrusts up into your cunt before spilling his load into you, moaning at the feeling of you milking his cock.
It's the last orgasm you could have of the night, your body limp in Atsumu's arms as he sets you on the counter, letting his cum ooze out of your abused cunt and onto it. “Think I can have her for the night?” Atsumu suddenly asks, getting his breath back. Osamu sends him a glare, but he brushes it off. “Come on, I promise I'll give her back. One night, and I'll keep your dirty little secret.”
Osamu agrees, letting his brother take your unconscious body home, as you had fallen asleep from your last orgasm. He worries what Atsumu would do to you, but he also knows he can trust him to not hurt you. The only problem is going home to Hikari, who seems elated that Atsumu picked you up from the shop and you decided to spend the night at his house, eager to get her hands on Osamu and spend all her time with him. He regrets not having you there that night, but you were delivered safe and sound the next day, stuffed full of your uncle's cum and a toy keeping it all in.
It started a new thing for Osamu and you to enjoy doing, having your body shared between your father and your uncle, with both of them cleaning you up at the end of it. Atsumu had something to do with his free time and he also provided an easy alibi to give to Hikari whenever she wondered why you two weren't at the house. Why, all she needed to hear was that you went out with friends and Osamu's hanging out with him and some other alumni from Inarizaki, easing her worries. She doesn't need to know the friends you're with are the same people Osamu's hanging out with, the same people who are having a taste of you on their cocks and their tongues. The quickies from before are replaced by actual time spent between the two of you, maybe adding in a third or a fourth, but it ends with you happy and him even happier.
Truly, nothing could ruin this blissful atmosphere he's created with you. Not even the baggage that thought he still loved her could tear you two apart. It was only a matter of time before she realized that he had found love in someone else, someone who she despised. He fell in love with everything Hikari isn’t, she just didn’t know it yet.
When Hikari tells him about her business sending her out of the country for a week, he could hardly contain his joy. As emotionless as he could muster, he congratulated her on her promotion and offered to even help her pack for the trip. It was just a small business venture and she said she’d call him every night to let him know she was alright, but he could honestly care less. Watching her fill a suitcase the night before her flight reminded him of how she tried to send you away from him and how he dearly wished Hikari would be sent away from him for good. It just gave you two the freedom to dirty every surface in the house without worry.
Whether he was bending you over the back of the couch while you watched your favorite show or making you cockwarm him so he could read the newspaper, he made sure you were always close by and always dressed for him. Skirts and no panties, draped in his shirts with lacy panties that hid nothing, a cute sweater and loose shorts paired with thigh highs, anything that gave him easy access or that he liked seeing you in was fair game. Even Atsumu and your ‘little’ friends would come over, spreading your holes wide open and drenching your prettiest clothes and your pretty face in their cum, painting your body with load after load. Nothing was better for you, having your father love your body and show it off to his friends and hearing their compliments. It was a twisted way of thinking, but you were well past the point of no return, rather accepting their compliments with an open mouth and a dripping pussy.
Every night had you ending it in someone’s lap, cock still inside as your working cunt milked every last drop of them. Osamu always made sure to clean you up, tucking you in his bed as he joined you, kissing you goodnight as you peacefully slept. The minutes turned to hours and the hours turned to days and before you knew it, the week was up and you two were so lost in each other’s touch all week, you didn’t even register that your time alone together was drawing to a close. With minds only focused on each other, it was no surprise the two of you couldn’t hear the phone ringing nor when a car had pulled up the front of the house. Even the door being knocked on and unlocked went unnoticed, lips locked as Osamu rocked his cock deeper inside of you, making sure your sensitive walls felt every single rub against them.
He heard the gasp before you did, a bag dropping on the floor in shock as he looked up from your body, seeing Hikari, his wife, in the hallway across from him. It wasn’t horror on her face, just rage and jealousy as she watched him rock his cock into your warm cunt. Grabbing your hair and tugging your head back, he made sure your scream of pleasure had no muffles as your high hit, toes curling and legs tightening around his neck as he brought his lips to yours, finally muffling the screams. A few more pumps of his cock into your gushing cunt had him finishing inside, a low moan as he licked your lips, giving you another kiss that had you two swapping spit.
“Osamu, how dare—!” Hikari was cut off by Atsumu, dressed in nothing but a towel covering his lower half exiting the bathroom, tutting at her.
“Should’ve stayed wherever you went, lady. You’ve been replaced,” he grinned, practically pushing her out of the house. She could smell the alcohol on him, meaning he was drinking. In her house.
“How dare that slu-”
“Oh, shove it. Go find some young cock to suck, hag,” he sneered, pushing her outside the door as she gasped, stumbling. He waved and smiled as he shut the door, making sure the locking of it was audible enough for her to hear. Whistling and dusting off his hands, walking over to where Osamu had his mouth buried between your thighs as your fingers dig into his scalp. “Don’t forget to leave some for me,”
At his request, Osamu gets off your clit with a loud ‘pop’ noise, lapping at the excess around your pussy, letting Atsumu kneel down and get his tongue in your messy cunt, slurping up his brother’s cum and your juices. Feeling your hand come to the back of his head, he only smirked as he suckled on your clit, pushing two fingers into your cunt while Osamu removed himself from your lower area. Moving up to your mouth, you eagerly stuck out your tongue to welcome his hard cock in your mouth, moaning around the appendage as you made sure to slurp any cum coating it.
One thing the two of them could agree on, is that you’re a damn treasure they enjoy and nobody will stand in their way.
Adults failing and hurting children and gives them trauma. It really breaks my heart. You have beautiful writing
Thank you.
I made this game based off my experience growing up and seeing abuse. To me, to my suster, to my brother or even to my mom and dad. A lot of adults failed me and they would hurt me and my siblings. They would the excuse that they have trauma and that their actions are fine.
I made this based off ; "trauma doesnt excuse actions"... so its horrible but these stuff do happen, sadly.
Its best to heal ♡ thats what I learned growing up from a child to now.
RAAAAH, IKER AND MARCOS FIGHTING BECAUSE DKGKWJGJWJF. IN GENERAL, the FIRST thing that Iker and Marcos do if they're facing off against each other is THE BITE. AS WE KNOW, MARÍA TOOK THE BIGGEST WEAKNESS FOR THISE WITH ADAMANTIUM SKELETONS and repurposed it into a weapon for her boys where they can dispel their own adamantium poisoning into their enemies if they wanted too. FOR IKER, HE CAN DO THIS AT WILL AND HE CAN CONTROL THE DOSAGE HE EXPELS. Marcos? This is really more of an instinctual move. WHEN THEY USE THIS MOVE, THE WORST CASE SCENEARIO IS INSTANT DEATH FOR REGULAR HUMANS, SOME MUTANTS, ETC. The best case scenario? It's an equalizer against stronger opponents because getting bitten by them RISKS THEM TEARING OFF A LIMB—THE FACT THAT CAN INJECT ADAMANTIUM INSIDE YOU IS HORRIFYING.
WHEN IT COMES TO VICTOR, when they were younger—María informed him about the bite so when they were younger and training, María would put muzzle drills where they'd be muzzled because she KNOWS they'd be young and a bit instinctual. BUT ALSO, WHEN HE STARTED WANTING THEM TO USE THE BITE OR MARÍA THOUGHT THEY HAD MORE RESTRAINT—I'm sorry but we all know Victor is going to chin smash his CHILDREN, like they took knees to the chin or backhands if they thought about USING that move on him. There were times where they got close but they mostly trained their bites against the mutant subjects María had them face off against. NOW THAT THEY'RE OLDER, VICTOR IS SO HYPERAWARE OF IKER'S FANGS BECAUSE HE KNOWS HE COULD BEAT HIS ASS so his eyes are always on Iker's fangs and head. The kicker? IKER WOULD NEVER USE THE BITE ON VICTOR, he doesn't NEED to weaken him with the bite at all. MARCOS? VICTOR never FULLY underestimates Marcos because he WILL use the bite when cornered but he knows Marcos is still SCARED of him and he uses that psychological advantage by taunting him but also, he does try and slam Marcos's face to the ground or backhanding his mouth but the thing about Marcos is that he IS RELENTLESS. BUT IN GENERAL, VICTOR TRIES TO GO FOR THE KO FAST AND HARD because he knows that the longer they fight, the more they learn and the harder it is for them to go down.
BUT WHEN IT COMES TO EACH OTHER? IKER AND MARCOS FIGHTS ARE SO INSANE. THEY ALSO TRY TO BLOCK THE BITE SOMEHOW, it'd be stupid for them NOT too. The thing is that the experience, power, and skill is not evenly split because Iker is strong and smarter than Marcos. SO MARCOS LOWKEY TRIES TO BITE IKER AS FAST AS POSSIBLE, trying to sink his teeth on any part of his limbs. Sometimes he'll grab whatever debris is nearby and shove it in Iker's mouth if he can or he kicks his mouth. IF IKER PINS HIS JAW, Marcos will bite his own cheek to cut it so he can turn his head and try snapping at him (HE HAS A HEALING FACTOR, HE'LL BE FINE-). Iker? Iker absolutely exposes his weak points for Marcos and Victor on PURPOSE because he knows they both want to put him down early. BUT HE TYPICALLY TRIES TO PUT HIS FOOT ON MARCOS'S FACE TO KEEP IT PINNED TO THE GROUND and/or constantly just concussing his brother so he can't even think. Iker is actually MORE on gaurd with Marcos than he is Victor because he KNOWS MARCOS'S APEX GENE IS INSTINCTUAL AND THAT MARCOS, when cornered, IS WAY MORE UNPREDICTABLE and willing to take Iker or Victor down with him if it means protecting his friends by any means.
tw:yandere, implied abuse, implied isolation, implied kidnapping, implied past punishment, waka and omi being the most terrible human beings, shin and benkei softly gaslighting, non-consensual tattooing, murder mention, reader doesn't have a good time, objectification, marking, cigarette burns, scars, swearing, sexual themes implied
note: poly!yandere!1st gen black dragons has a grip on my stupid brain
no proofreading
comments and reblogs are appreciated <3
english isn't my native language
this is for my beloved @p-antomime <3
based on this post and this post <3
In the dark of your room, or prison as you call it, you lay on the bed. Your body is sore, your throat hurts for how much you screamed a few hours prior, you couldn’t feel anything other than soreness and fatigue.
How many hours passed? Sincerely you don’t care anymore. Even if you try to guess the hour, nothing could change. you would still be there, in that damned room, alone and tired.
On your cheeks there are still traces of your tears, now dried and a symbol of your despair.
You look at the wall trying to receive some kind of comfort but in vain.
Closing your eyes, your mind makes you recall all the happy memories you experienced in all your life before them…
They took everything from you: your freedom, your autonomy, your dignity, your dreams and your hope.
Now you can only feel despair and nothing else. Still lost in your thoughts, you don’t hear the door opening and various footspes reaching the bed.
“Waka maybe it's best, if we don’t bother her. Her body hasn’t recovered yet.” protests Keizo worried about you.
“Oh, like I care about what she likes or not.” Wakasa remarks codly.
Shinichiro sits next to you on the bed, caressing your head, kissing gently your stained cheeks.
“Princess are you awake? Do you need something?” Shinichiro asks, shaking you a little.
“Oi (y/n) you ungrateful brat, you better respond if you don’t want to get hurt once again.” Takeomi interferes, threatening you.
Optining for not making them angry, you open your eyes and with the help of, oh-so-kind Shinichiro, you sit up.
“I’m awake, Omi-kun.” you quietly respond. You try your best to not cringe after calling him like that.
You loathe calling them by their nicknames, acting like you are in some kind of relationship.
One time you had the brilliant idea to lash out on them, saying that you five didn’t have and never will have a relationship. You screamed that you despise all of them and they will never be your lovers but only captors.
Bad idea
Takeomi and Wakasa didn’t take your little outburst really well, and that same night, they punished you badly. Really bad.
Keizo and Shinichiro stayed on the sidelines, they thought you acted like a fucking brat. They don’t understand what you want, you can have everything you want. Just a word and the entire world will be at your feet.
Maybe you just need more time, so you can fall in love with them and then you five will be happy forever.
Your body still has the bruises of that dreadful night.
“Me and Benkei cooked your favorite dish, aren’t you hungry princess?” Shinichiro questions smiling.
You nod quietly, while Benkei covers your body with his gang jacket.
“Now let’s eat before it becomes cold.” he smiles before leading to the dining room.
Takeomi and Wakasa watch every movement ready to attack at your first error. Like predators ready to pounce on their prey.
You gulp, feeling their harsh gazes on your back, and stay as near as possible to the other two.
You ate as quickly as possible, so you could be alone in your room, without feeling their eyes on your body. It disgusted you so much, you felt dirty and violated in your intimacy.
Today luckily you can sleep alone, because they have to do something with the gang. Not that you care but that means you can be free for a few hours.
As soon as they got out of the house, not after reminding you what will happen if you even dare to think of escaping, you bolted in your room.
Collapsing on the bed you begin to cry and let out all your emotions. You can’t do this anymore, you can’t live like this. Waking up every morning with the fear of upsetting them at every chance, it’s tiring and you are tired of fighting against them.
You are all alone in this world, your parents are probably dead, your friends either dead or missing or abandoned you.
You sit up on the bed and make contact with the mirror near your bed.
You…
You’re the former shell of your old self, you’re a mess both physically and mentally.
Your dull (e/c) look at your injured body. Cigarette burns, scars, purple bruises, hickies, bites decorate your body alongside your new "present" from your so-called "boyfriends".
They tattoed their fucking names and their fucking gang’s logo on your body.
Between your breasts there’s Shinichiro’s name. He chose that place because “it’s my favorite place in the whole world”. He loves marking your chest with hickeys and now that there’s his name, he feels even more proud of his mark on your body.
Wakasa’s name is on your tummy right above your pussy, a reminder as Wakasa says “whose pussy is this”.
Takeomi loves seeing his little property uncomfortable, so he tattooed personally his name on your inner thigh, also a reminder of who fucks that sluttish cunt.
Keizo, oh sweet Keizo, he chose your hip so you could feel less hurted. He loves having his big hands on your smaller body and his name written on your hip is perfect.
If you close your eyes, you can still hear your screams when Keizo had to physically restrain you, while Shinichiro tried his best to calm you down. Takeomi and Wakasa prepared everything, and the bastards took great time listening to your screams and pleas to let you go.
If it wasn’t enough, they also inked their fucking gang’s logo on your back.
You are marked entirely as theirs and you can just despair.
Sobbing you plop down once again on your bed. Exhausted you fall asleep, hoping that when you will wake up you would be anywhere else but not there with them.
diluc getting mad at kaeya and taking it out on you <333. forcing you to take what he gives you even when you’re begging him to stop and lose your voice from screaming so much. then after he’s done he tells you that he did it out of love and says he won’t do it again (he always does). then on his worst days when he’s angriest, he drugs you and makes sure you can’t fight back while he abuses your holes. he cuts you and rubs his spit and cum in your deep wounds then sweetly bandages you up when he’s done <333 (i love him so much :((( i want him to abuse me n i haven’t found any good abuse concepts / fics of him. N I HOPE THIS ISNT TOO BAD!! i barely ever write stuff like this) - 🐾 anon
tw. abuse, blood, drugging, noncon, wound fucking, dark content
(you can imagine that you're their little sister if you want... <3)
fucked up family dynamics that your lover, diluc, always gets angry cs of, then using your body as a fuckdoll to feel better. it's hard for diluc to keep up his demeanor when his brother kaeya is always on his nerves. he always uses you as release, ignoring your screams of "please! diluc, stop, NO!" and forcing himself into your resisting hole.
diluc's mind is anywhere but your pleas, mind focused on fucking his anger out on your poor tiny hole, splitting you open and making you take him over and over until his cum is spilling out. diluc feels much better after making your hole full of him, marked and broken as you lay there unresponsive, throat and body aching as he slaps your ass, watching as the cum lewdly trickles out.
sometimes he doesn't want a fight or to hear you beg, he just wants a fuck doll for him to ruin so diluc acts nice, treating you to a drink he made himself. the moment you've taken a sip, you've lost control of your limbs and he's climbing on top of you, knife in hand. diluc really roughs you up when you can't physically resist, hell, you can say that he was being nice before with how he drags you by the hair, drawing blood on your skin and lapping at the spillage.
diluc owns you, even marking your wounds with his cum. but he kisses so gently as he wraps your damaged body up, of course not after spitting on them and lathering his tongue all over your cuts. how can you ever escape, knowing diluc will become worse if you try to leave.
