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Man in the Elevator [Office AU]

FEATURING : MALE STRANGER (OC) x male reader

As you arrive to work, you find yourself stuck in the elevator with a handsome unknown coworker. Unable to exit, a robotic voice from the intercom announces that to leave the elevator, you'd have to do the despicable. And with a total hot stranger?!

Dubcon, variation of sex pollen kind of fic, male oc x male reader

aftermath

Find out more under the cut!

What kind of porn scenario is this?!

The (h/c) gritted his teeth, tempted to smash the button of the intercom. "...I think someone is just messing with us." He didn't want to turn around, only glancing at the mirror to his left, the only big reflective piece in the small elevator.

A man, handsome (m/n) noted, stood in a nice, ironed black suit, a navy button up and a matching black tie. His skin was pale, spiky and short dark hair, his build strong and quite beefy. He'd look like someone you'd have a crush on at the gym. The expensive one you'd think twice before purchasing a membership.

Daisuke Yuichi.

(m/n) read his name tag as he sighed and crouched down on the elevator floor, hearing the man behind him trying to reassure him.

It was like any other morning, he'd wake up, get ready for his job at any normal office environment and arrive to work using the public railway. Although the normal elevator he would use in the lobby was unusable, scheduled for maintenance, and he opted to use the lower ground one on the west side of the building so he went downstairs to the garage.

He didn't pay any mind when a guy who looks richer than his office acquiantances waited for the elevator beside him and stepped inside as well. It was sudden when the elevator shook and went rigid, not responding when the (h/c) frantically smashed the button to open the elevator.

"To exit the elevator, please commit sexual intercourse with the person closest to you!"

The (h/c) felt his stomach dropped as the formal prerecorded voice rang inside the lift. A gasp escaped the stranger behind him as well. "Hey what the fuck? This isn't funny!" He kicked the metal doors, agitated but to no avail.

"To exit the elevator, please commit sexual intercourse with the person closest to you!"

"I...This never happened before..." (m/n) turned behind him. The good-looking man had a worried expression. "Can you try calling for maintenance? My phone has no line."

True to his words, the (h/c) could not call anyone for help, limiting his communication to the outside world making him feel more panic inside. "Damn it..."

Currently, every time they pressed any button whatsoever, the same message would repeat, clarifying that someone needs to fuck someone and (m/n) would rather not be involved. Well-

"I'm really sorry if I make you feel uncomfortable...I'll stop talking now." The stranger, Daisuke, really tried his best to reaffirm the (h/c) as he sat in the corner, as far as he could but (m/n) ignored him, too annoyed to even talk. It doesn't help that his face was a real beaut too. One of those gentle giants that girls would rave over.

"..." (m/n) didn't speak, annoyed at the whole situation as he remained his crouched stance, crinkling his suit. "Do you...work here too?"

The (h/c) groaned, Daisuke really was a chatterbox, either that or he speaks to calm his nerves. "If it isn't any obvious, then yes. I do work here." He snapped accidentally.

"Sorry. My name is Daisuke! Daisuke Yuichi." Hearing (m/n) respond made Daisuke's tone much lighter, smiling as he held out a hand. The (h/c) grabbed it and shook it lightly. "I know." "Eh? You know me?" "No. I read your nametag." "Oh..."

The ravenette seemed disappointed, (m/n) almost rolled his eyes. Was he supposed to be some hotshot or something?

"Can I know your name?" "(m/n) (l/n)." "That's a nice name." Daisuke's lips form a gentle smile, reaching his eyes. The (h/c)'s face was blank however.

"...so what's the plan?"

(m/n) squinted his eyes at Daisuke, who still had that polite smile on. If he had to describe this new stranger, a polite, neat, rich guy. Other words, a golden retriever, maybe?

"We wait. This can't go on forever." Daisuke pouted and looked the other way to hide his face. He mumbled an 'okay'. (m/n) was horrified. What the fuck was wrong with this guy? Was he ready to do the deed with anyone at any time?!

The (h/c) scooted further into the corner, burying his face into his knees. Waiting for the elevator to return to normal or when help somehow miraculously arrived.

Half an hour passed when the intercom suddenly announced that 'assistance' would commence.

"To ease the occurence of an intercouse, external assistance would be provided!"

(m/n) was screaming internally and screamed externally when visible coloured gas came pouring in from the vents. It was heavy from Daisuke's side. "Hey hey! It's okay. We'll be fine." The ravenette held (m/n) by his shoulders when the (h/c) was panicking and thrashing about.

"You're fucking with me right now?! This is absurd!" (m/n) wailed into Daisuke's hold as the ravenette immediately took off his blazer. He grabbed a water bottle and soaked part of his blazer and pressed it into the (h/c)'s face.

"Don't breathe it in. This will help." "What about you?!" (m/n)'s voice muffled against the damp clothing. He only noticed the rising red hue on Daisuke's cheeks and the flush on his neck and ears. He smiled apollogetically. "I think it's a bit too late for me."

The (h/c) blinked owlishly as he glanced at the feverish ravenette's crotch, his mouth screeching when he saw the big hard outline on his slacks. Daisuke sweatdropped as he slumped down against the wall of the elevator.

"Don't worry. I pride myself on my self-control. I'll just...ride it out." Daisuke smiled as he turned his face away, his breathing getting heavier and heavier.

(m/n) couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. He pressed the damp blazer further into his nostrils, the small space being filled up with the gas. He could feel himself getting slightly aroused, although notbas affected as Daisuke.

Said person only faced his body away, panting to himself in the corner while clutching his tie, pulling it loose. The ravenette closed his eyes, humming to distract himself from the growing fervour in his pants.

Daisuke felt bad for the other person in the lift, (m/n) that is. Such a handsome guy too. Wish our introduction was a bit different... Daisuke thought to himself, resisting to look at the (h/c).

"Daisuke..." "Yeah?" He croaked out. The aphrosidiac was really getting to him but he couldn't just pounce on the (h/c). What kind of person would he be then.

He flinched when a (s/c) hand grasped onto his shoulder. "Don't-!" "It's fine." (m/n) hummed, Daisuke's blazer was crumpled in a corner. The ravenette's eyes widened seeing (m/n) willingly inhale the stimulating gas.

"Why did you-" Daisuke went to cover (m/n)'s nostrils but the latter swatted his hand away. "It's...not fair for you. Besides, it's the only way we can get out of here right." The (h/c) straddled the ravenette, Daisuke's face becoming entirely flushed seeing (m/n) in his lap.

"We can do it." (m/n) mumbled, furrowing his eyebrows and glancing elsewhere. Daisuke stared at him for a bit before pushing his hips upwards, lightly grinding himself into the (h/c)'s crotch. (m/n) let out a surprise gasp as he clutched the ravenette's shoulders. He panted lightly as he tried to avoid Daisuke's horny gaze.

"....But I don't want to bottom." A vein almost popped on (m/n)'s forehead as he punched Daisuke's bicep. "FUCK OFF!" The ravenette laughed as he wrapped his arms around (m/n). "I'll do my best, (m/n)." He smiled up at the (h/c) who only nodded feverishly, feeling the lust fully taking over.

Daisuke pulled (m/n)'s waist down and began to rub their the (h/c)'s ass on his crotch, elliciting a few gasps from the latter. He could feel his nails digging into his shoulders which only drove his excitement further.

Daisuke unbuckled (m/n)'s belt, earning a whine and pulling his pants down. The (h/c) had never been so grateful that he was wearing nice briefs today. Daisuke palmed his erection, rubbing his thumb over the wet patch on his underwear.

(m/n) instantly pulled off his bottoms and hurriedly pawed at Daisuke's own pants. After their lower halves were bare, the ravenette slid his cock, (m/n) didn't dare to look at how big it was, in between the (h/c)'s ass, slipping and humping their bottoms together.

"Don't just- mmff! Shove it like that! Stroke it first- gah!"

"S-Sorry. Is this- ang ahh! Good for you- mmng!"

Even (m/n) was moving his hips, back and forth to reciprocate Daisuke's movements who was gliding his now wet cock under the (h/c)'s dick, balls and asscrack. (m/n) was confused on how the hell did Daisuke had that many precum as he stroked his own cock, ignoring the staring ravenette.

Everything felt hot and sticky, (m/n) felt every inch of his pores being pressed and melting. His body twitched against Daisuke's, his teeth gritting as he shut his eyes closed, relishing in this sinful hedonism. He flinched when he felt a spurt of wetness hitting his lower back.

"S-Sorry..." Daisuke clenched his teeth, clearly embarrassed of his quick ejaculation. (m/n) ogled the ravenette's face, scanning his reddened cheeks and long eyelashes. The world really did gifted this stranger with a good body and a good face. And the world gave this man to (m/n).

The (h/c) pursed his lips as he mumbled. "You talk too much..." He quickly jacked off his own penis, his hips stuttering when he came, Daisuke holding his waist in place. Cum smeared on Daisuke's clothed torso, littering his navy shit with milky white.

"To exit the elevator, please commit sexual intercourse with the person closest to you!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" (m/n) yelled at at the intercom, opting to throw his shoe at the button panel. He heard Daisuke chuckle as large hands began rubbing his sides up and down. "We don't have as much as a choice do we?"

The (h/c) slowly turned to see the smiling ravenette before scrunching his nose. "You're doing it from the back."

-

Hands gripped the cold metal railing, pants escaped from his mouth as it fogged up the mirror in front of him. (m/n) had long discarded his shoes but kept his long-sleeved top on. Daisuke had already unbuttoned his, well-defined abs, fat chest and his happy trail exposed as he pressed his crotch against (m/n)'s bottom.

Both of them were standing, the (h/c) bent over and holding the handrails of one of the two walls it was built in. Daisuke behind him, his large pale hands caressing (m/n)'s back, the latter slapping his hand away. It doesn't help that they just so happened to be in front of a mirror, fortunately for (m/n) it only showed their upper halves.

The ends of (m/n)'s shirt barely covered his behind, he felt Daisuke lightly touching it, Daisuke was thinking whether to move it but decided otherwise.

"Do you mind?" (m/n) looked up to see Daisuke holding two fingers near his face, his back almost touching Daisuke's bare chest. The (h/c) furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Why won't he do it himself?

"I've never done it with a guy before." "So?" The ravenette didn't answer, only pushing his fingers into the corner of mouth, (m/n) reluctanly opening his mouth, the gas influencing most of his decisions currently.

Daisuke began to rub his fingers all over (m/n)'s teeth, gums and his tongue prompting a gagging noise from the (h/c) as he rolled his eyes back. Instinctively, (m/n) began to suck on the thick, rough fingers, licking the padding before swirling his tongue all over his digits as knuckles knocked on his hard palate.

The ravenette's index and middle finger began to piston in and out of (m/n)'s mouth, dragging his saliva back and forth and encouraging choking noises from the (h/c). The bottom's eyesight was getting blurry and he glanced at the mirror to see Daisuke breathing heavily, his face flushed as he shoved his fingers down (m/n)'s throat.

This fucker is really getting off of this. The same could almost be said for the (h/c) who groaned as Daisuke finally pulled out, his fingers dripping with wetness and (m/n)'s throat felt raspy and sore. He flinched as cold fingers tapped on his entrance.

Daisuke tested the waters by gently prying (m/n)'s asshole, slowly pushing his fingers in as the (h/c) shivered. Sweat began to drip off of his face as he felt the ravenette behind him began caressing the inside of his hole, rubbing his walls and slowly pushing deeper and deeper.

"Mmnng just hurry up...please."

It was so teasing to feel the stranger trying to relax his hole by circling his fingers inside his ass. Clearly he wasn't lying when he said this was his first time with a man. "Patience is a virtue. I'll put it in soon." Daisuke teased (m/n) as he tapped his ass gently, the latter feeling heat rise on his face. As soon as they got out of this elevator, he's clocking his face.

Fingers pulled out and (m/n) sighed at the empty feeling in his anus but he heaved and immediately covered his mouth when Daisuke's tip suddenly impaled his entrance. The ravenette shivered as warmth enveloped his penis, he threw his head back and gazed at the mirror to see (m/n) but only found a shaking (h/c) whose head was facing the ground, concealing his expressions.

Daisuke frowned at that, wanting to see (m/n)'s face as he experimentally thrusted the rest of his penis in. He hissed at the tight hole, the (h/c) clenching down on him. The ravenette rubbed circles on (s/c) hips to calm him down as he felt the grip on his dick relaxing.

He let out a breath of relief as he gripped (m/n)'s hips and immediately pushed the rest of his cock in, hearing a muffled squeal from the (h/c). Daisuke grinned and took it as a green light, instantly thrusting in and out of his ass, moaning ardently. "F-Fucking hell. Haanh ha hah you feel so good-"

He took in the sight of his moving crotch and (m/n)'s ass colliding together, getting turned on more at the sight of his dick pounding into the squelching hole. The gas was too good at its job, precum leaking out of the (h/c)'s hole as Daisuke fucked into (m/n) harshly.

(m/n) cupped his mouth with his hand, not wanting to let out any lewd noises but having only little success. His thighs shook every time Daisuke's hips slapped into (m/n)'s behind. He could feel the ravenette's large cock pushing against his walls, filling him up to the brim.

Daisuke frowned at the (h/c)'s shirt as he pushed the fabric upwards, exposing a (s/c) back. A yelp escaped (m/n)'s lips as the ravenette licked a stripe up the (h/c)'s spine. The shock made him cum, semen squirting from his sensitive penis, spraying on the elevator walls.

The sudden tightness made Daisuke groan loudly as he stilled himself inside the (h/c). Unconsciously filling up (m/n)'s hole, the owner whimpered into his hand. "Urgh unh huh are we done-?"

"Required quota has not been achieved! Please try again!"

"Be so fucking for real right now." (m/n) groaned as he rested his head on the cool metal pole, he didn't move as Daisuke pulled out, liquid pulling out of his puffy hole. He could feel Daisuke's stare on his ass, he wiggled away when Daisuke began to poke into his drippy anus with his index finger.

Another wave of aphrosidiac poured into the lift from the vents, making (m/n) wanting to pull his hair out. What kind of sick pervert is making us do all of this??

"So."

The (h/c) let out a noise of shock as Daisuke suddenly hugged him close, pushing him against the mirror and the metail rail. "Can I do more than the back?" He smiled, blinking at (m/n) who stared at him in absurdity. The audacity??

Daisuke remained nonchalant, blinking his black eyes up at (m/n), his long lashes fluttering against his smooth white skin.

"...Fine."

Maybe (m/n) regretted saying that. Daisuke went on for so long, pushing him further up the wall, bringing up his left leg to push it against (m/n)'s chest. Exposing his puckered hole, the ravenette pushed in again, thrusting like a wild animal moaning like crazy in the (h/c)'s ear.

(m/n)'s leg was shaking, struggling to hold himself up on his tippy toes as he endured Daisuke's slams, covering his mouth again. The (h/c) shivered when Daisuke lapped his tongue at his ear, licking the shell and teasing him. He could feel cum from the previous round leaking down his leg.

"Don't cover your mouth please." The ravenette kissed (m/n)'s neck. "I want to hear you. Your voice." Daisuke pressed his lips on his jaw. "Please." He begged the (h/c), fucking himself in deep and slow earning a muffled whine.

His hand trembled before he hesitantly uncovered his mouth, Daisuke's face visibly lit up as he began to pound harder. (m/n)'s high pitched moans drawn out longer with each thrust. His hips shuddered when he felt a hand stroke his cock, pushing his precum out from the base of his dick.

His head was hot, everything felt hot, like he was smothered by a thick layer of warm air. And that warm air was causing him to these sinful things, well that's exactly what's happening.

(m/n) didn't even realised when they both had cummed. Only when Daisuke pulled himself back and began fingering his hole to get his attention. "Mmngg angh ah hn-!" "That's it. Thaaaaat's it."

Daisuke drew out his voice, whispering praise into (m/n)'s ear as he fished his semen in the tight entrance, rubbing his gummy walls. It was either the aphrosidiac had a love spell embedded into it or Daisuke was really attractive. The (h/c) took in his features, his sharp nose, round eyes and nice plump lips.

(m/n) felt like kissing the ravenette. He shook himself sober when he realised he was leaning into Daisuke's face, the latter disappointed when he pulled away.

It's fine if (m/n) doesn't feel like kissing him, Daisuke does. And he'll coax him using sex!

"Required quota has not been achieved! Please try again!"

The next few scenes were a blur to (m/n). All he could remember was that the gas was the thickest for the next hour, and he was moved into all sorts of positions. Daisuke fucked him up a wall, his arms under his knees as he held up the (h/c) like a champ, his muscles sweating as he teared off the rest of his clothing, exposing his bare body to (m/n).

His thrusts began to increase as well, the lust seeping in their veins were at its maximum as they fucked like wild animals in the small elevator. (m/n) whined for more by spreading his legs, biting on Daisuke's neck, nibbling on his skin and leaving marks all over his flushed neck.

Cumming into the (h/c), Daisuke pushed his thighs against the wall, fully spreading (m/n) open, the rim of his hole stretched as it throbbed around the ravenette's dick, massaging it and swallowing it whole. (m/n) no longer held back his voice, openly crying and moaning like a bitch in heat, fully accepting the gas into his system. Daisuke did a long time ago.

The ravenette breathed in (m/n)'s scent in his neck, inhaling before hovering over the (h/c)'s neck with his lips, experimentally kissing it all over. (m/n) bit his lower lip, gazing at the ravenette as he was still held in an embarrassing exposed position.

A pink tongue pressed against (m/n)'s Adam's apple, lapping it up with spit as he bit the skin with his fangs, breaking it. The (h/c) squirmed, mewling in Daisuke's hold. "Stop teasing me..." He muttered, his gaze elsewhere.

Black eyes scan (m/n)'s face before his right hand softly pulled his chin to make eye contact. Daisuke carefully leaned forward, his breath mixing in with (m/n)'s as he leaned in closer and closer, the tips of their noses touching. The (h/c) peered, his eyes moving left and right before stopping, gently blinking as he stared at the face in front of him.

Slowly, Daisuke's face moved lower, his lips brushing against (m/n)'s before full-on pressing them together. The (h/c) closed his eyes, relishing in the soft kiss as he felt his body relaxed in Daisuke's hold.

A swipe at his teeth and (m/n) opened his mouth, Daisuke eager to tie their tongues together, mashing them and coating them with saliva. Drool seeped out of the corner of Daisuke's mouth, he shoved his tongue against (m/n)'s gums, teeth and his palate.

They both ignored the announcement of the intercom as Daisuke lowered them to the floor. (m/n) wrapped his arms around the ravenette's neck, pulling him in closer and Daisuke tilted his head to obtain more access to the (h/c)'s delicious mouth.

The mood changed instantly, even with the gas dissipating, they were still going at it, both on their knees and Daisuke thrusting up into (m/n)'s bottom as he stationed himself behind the (h/c) whose top had been pulled off by Daisuke, exposing his chest. (m/n) moved himself as well, bouncing against Daisuke's thighs, impaling himself over and over, his head turned behind as he continued making out sloppily with the ravenette.

Passionate gasps tore through the small space of the elevator, especially from the (h/c) every time Daisuke thrusted a little too harsh, driving the tip of his cock into the bundle of nerves that drove (m/n) insane, making him see stars just from that small wet touch. Daisuke couldn't stop cumming in (m/n)'s ass. It was so addicting. It wasn't much different from a woman's but (m/n) was so incredible in his eyes.

Fingers rubbed and twisted (m/n)'s nipples, making the latter broke contact from Daisuke's face, a string of spit breaking as the (h/c)'s body shivered when the ravenette pressed his fingers harder. (m/n) jerkily shoved his ass down, tightening himself on Daisuke's cock, the ravenette gasped out and buried his face into the (h/c)'s shoulders as he immediately spilled cum in (m/n)'s already filled hole.

White semen dripped out onto the floor beneath them, (m/n) moving up and down shallowly on Daisuke's cock, teasing him. The (h/c) wanted more. Daisuke was close to passing out. Tiredly, he fell backwards, lying on the tile floor of the elevator. (m/n) whined as he turned around and crawled over the ravenette.

"Mmm are you done already?" (m/n) complained feverishly. Daisuke's cock was still hard, aphrosodiac working overtime but the owner could barely feel his hips anymore. "...I'm sleepy." He croaked out to which (m/n) frowned.

Daisuke flinched when he felt a tongue swiped across the bulb of his cock. (m/n) ran his tongue up until he reached the tip, sucking on the precious mushroom, licking the slit fervently. He released with a pop as he straddled the ravenette.

Nodding eagerly, he cried out for the (h/c) when his dick was enveloped in a plush warmth. (m/n) grinned lewdly, moving his hips side to side, clearly enjoying the joystick in his ass before he propped himself up with his hands and began to bounce on Daisuke's large cock.

His loud moans resonated in the small space as he threw his head back in pleasure, using Daisuke's penis like a warm dildo. Eyes twitching, his face was covered in sweat, his chin coated with a thin layer of drool and his anus was painted with thinning precum over and over again.

Daisuke's hands reached behind (m/n) and squeezed his plump ass, massaging and pulling at those soft cheeks. He slapped the (h/c)'s butt, earning a whorish moan, as he shamelessly thrusted himself up into (m/n). "C'mon- mmff! Just a bit more- mnggahh!"

Slaps of wet skin reverberated faster as Daisuke continuously smacked the (h/c)'s ass, rubbing his palm over the spot before hitting it again. (m/n) rode the ravenette harder, pressing down harshly, feeling the pit in his stomach burn intensely as he brought his hips up to clench on Daisuke's tip. Repeating the same motion for god knows how long before he came, squirting watery semen on Daisuke's abs.

The ravenette moved his hands to (m/n)'s hips, holding him in place as he pounded up into the (h/c)'s asshole from below, riding out (m/n)'s orgasm who cried out from overstimulation. He groaned and focused on chasing his own high as he slammed himself in and out of (m/n) until he felt himself tipping over the edge.

Daisuke came one last time, although his cum gushed out halfway through his thrust but he persevered and continued humping the (h/c) all while cumming for ten seconds straight.

Both paused, catching their breath before (m/n) collapsed on top of Daisuke, the latter wrapping his arms protectively around the (h/c) as he adjusted himself, making sure he pulled out and patted the (h/c)'s head before promptly passing out on the elevator floor.

(m/n) was still awake, his hands laying on Daisuke's chest as he stared at nothing, his mind blank and his balls empty, although his ass was filled. His eyes widened as he heard the familliar 'ding' of an elevator as he turned back to see the doors opening, revealing the garage they had came from earlier.

"Daisuke wake up! It's open!" He shook the ravenette in an attempt to wake him up but the latter only groaned and continued to remain in his dreamless slumber. (m/n) frowned as he hurriedly pried himself away Daisuke's strong hold.

He quickly dressed himself to the best of his abilities and donned on Daisuke's clothes onto the ravenette, not wanting him to get caught in a naked manner. Fixing his shoes, he collected himself and avoided the wet spots and quickly exited the elevator, wincing in every two steps he took.

With a final glance back to Daisuke, (m/n) hurriedly left the area, reminding himself not to use that same elevator ever again.

-

"(m/n)! Someone's looking for you."

The (h/c) looked up from his cubicle as he stood and approached his supervisor, the one who had called for him earlier. It had been two days since the incident. (m/n) lied to his boss, saying that he had overslept and took a sick day the next morning, not wanting to run into any weird shenanigans ever again. Especially the ravenette.

He tried asking his coworkers about some mysterious lift that's possessed by a sex demon but all he received was recommendations to a psychologist.

Stepping into a meeting room, guided by his supervisor, he was ushered inside and was immediately left alone, not noticing the other person in the room. "Hey! What's that for?" (m/n) pulled the door knob, knocking on the wooden surface.

"It's for me. I asked them to."

(m/n) froze, remembering the familliar voice. The voice he fucked two days ago in that really weird elevator. The same person he left alone, lying on the floor in a desperate attempt to save his own face.

"It wasn't hard to convince my father to search for you, you might know him. He's the CEO after all." Daisuke shrugged, playfully pulling the (h/c)'s tie, twirling it around his finger. He paused and smiled at (m/n).

"I miss you."

The (h/c) didn't know what to say and he opted to turn himself back around, not facing the ravenette as he tugged on the knob much more aggresively. Daisuke laughed as he pulled (m/n), who screeched and squirmed, into a hug.

"I wanna take you out, (m/n)! Even though we already skipped a couple of steps, I'd love for us to go on a date."

[END SCENE]

[unedited]

Afterthoughts :

Oml i love it if the reader is a tad bit sassy or just an untouchable (not shy) beauty HEHE

OR WHEN LIKE THE TOP MOANS??? LIKE U WAN ME THAT BAD?? HEHEHHEEH

this the same daisuke that was in my ybc gangbang fic btw hoho and by Office AU means that this is not their official like storyline that i want, it's just an AU where they fucked in a horny elevator

I would describe Daisuke Yuichi as someone who's rich AF, daddy's boy (as in father is so protective of him), nice and polite (although everyone has a dark side 😉), kinda needy and demanding but in a "i dont want to say it so im just hinting it until u say yes" kinda way. The only character i would describe that looks like him the most (hair term) is kashima yuu💀. I hope u look forward to see him more!

more of daisuke yuichi! ☾

aftermath , profile

[satoruhour]

the racer toji smut won’t leave me alone so here is my additional brainrot bc my sister in christ we must suffer together <3

what about fem!reader who’s bf is a total ass bc he dragged her to the races but ignores her for the whole night bc he’s too busy showing off to the other guys and makes fun of her for not knowing shit about cars. she went to support him but he’s being so shitty and she goes to sulk alone near some quiet part.

a little boy comes to join her and he introduces himself as megumi, he hates crowds and loud noises so he sits with reader for a while, until his daddy comes along and his daddy is hot. toji introduces himself, asking what a pretty girl is doing alone in these parts and offers to show her his car but out from nowhere comes slimy bf who just embarrases himself trying to kiss toji’s ass and reader is like i need to break up with him

but ofc toji puts him in his place and tells him his gf is way out his league, and a real man would never leave his girl alone the entire night. it shuts him up fr and toji, megumi and reader leave to go check out some cars bc it’s nice to actually have someone tell you all about the cars instead of being made fun of for not knowing

the rest is obvs history bc megumi loves hanging out with reader and toji can’t keep his eyes off her. and vice versa hehe

a/n: jelly ur mind >>>>> also how did i write a whole FIC about this omfg im sick. i claim i dont like toji then write like this 💀💀 + can u tell how much i love making fun of incompetent men by the way i talk about reader’s shitty boyfriend cause youd be right. i hate men. ✶ / 2.2k

the stuffy parking lot had been a routine place for you at this point, taking the familiar route past shibuya 109 and into miyamasu-zaka avenue. you’re not entirely pumped to be in the car beside your boyfriend right now, who’s talking loudly and obnoxiously into his phone, but that isn’t what is irking you right now. you’re more worried when you reach there, sure to come face to face with his equally obnoxious friends who just can’t shut up about their cars.

it would be fine if they were being cocky and could back up their modifications and NOS with proper results from racing, but they were all losers, both figuratively and literally. you sigh for the umpteenth time when daisuke asks if you cancelled the dinner with your friends because he was going to celebrate his ‘sure’ win and you stifle the urge to laugh. sometimes you wonder why you’re still here.

“we’re here babe, c’mon, get out. i’ll go park the car and come back to get you,” as daisuke tells you this, he’s patting your thigh like you’re a dog, smiling his stupid smile and your brows knit together.

“can’t you just drive to wherever you’re parking?”

“ahh… no can do, baby — my parking’s somehow better when you’re not stressin’ me out in the passenger seat.” what were you doing dating a man who couldn’t even park? you groan into your hands, picking up your bag and exiting the vehicle, making sure to slam the door extra hard even if you’ll be getting a lecture later about harming his ‘baby’.

he’s perfectly fine watching your tantrum and doesn’t say anything except for continuing to smile, driving off without a care as he looks for a parking spot. thankfully you could save your face a little, since you were still early to the meet, a minimal amount of people lingering around the abandoned parking lot in their miniskirts and tights and tramp stamps — a look you definitely would’ve loved to try out if not for your boyfriend telling you you can’t show off your legs.

it’s like he has some personal vendetta against you, but really you think it’s just because he saved you from an unfavourable situation before and while at the time you expressed mutual feelings for him, he just might be holding you hostage with that favour he did for you, unconsciously feeling terrible if you were to leave him.

a few minutes pass, and then ten, and you’re waiting for a full fifteen minutes against a wall, all the while the classic crowd of tokyo is trickling into the car park, cars driving in slowly and you’re dreading every time someone enters, sure that you’re being judged for being daisuke’s significant other. and when the waiting time finally hits twenty, you’re taking matters into your own hands and turning the corner where he drove.

just to see him conversing with his loser friends who were already somehow there, showing off their own cars which they spent money on for nothing and laughing up a storm. you lug your body over, because while you were still somehow okay with daisuke, you couldn’t stand his friends.

“babe! ah, my bad, should’ve texted you that the boys were already here and that i was with ’em,” his affection was limited to just a hand on your waist, not wanting to look like a softie in front of them, “we were just talking about our updated NOS, or ‘nitrous oxide system’ for my cute baby who couldn’t remember it the first time.”

all you can do is burn in embarrassment as they laughed, ridiculing you for the mistake you made ages ago about the terminology of street racing that sometimes you couldn’t exactly grasp. you did your best each time, sometimes googling things about racing that you wouldn’t know otherwise, but because it was still pretty illegal in japan, it was difficult to find the specific terms they used. but with how much your boyfriend teaches you (as condescending as it was), you probably could’ve written an essay.

and it wasn’t a one-time thing either, from smacking your hand off the stick shift to pestering you about closing the car door more gently, you’re soon to reach your limit.

“yeah, i know what a NOS is, bitch.” you mumble under your breath, turning away from him as he continued joking with his boys before one of them shouted out someone else’s name, hiroshi, you heard and they all pile over each other like excited dogs, seeing his new and improved Mitsubishi Eclipse, a bright, striking green and your boyfriend follows them easily.

throughout the different races of the evening and the excitement, you’re left chasing after your boyfriend who can’t help but sidle up to different racers and their cars, and the dreaded situation you hoped wouldn’t arise, did. daisuke loved asking you questions with confusing numbers and letters, and then laughed in your face when you picked the wrong option.

so when he asked you whether a L72 or a 327 small-block was better for his sorry excuse of a Camaro from 1981, you answered that you knew they had used 327s for Yenko Camaros, but without the knowledge they had discontinued it since it wasn’t optimal performance for the car. “yeah, no, darlin’, they already stopped it and switched to big-blocks after ’69… i thought i taught you this!”

with lips pressed tightly together, you find that you hardly want to be here any longer, body turning hot with shame and tears prickling at your eyes. you don’t chase after daisuke when he walks off and nudges hiroshi about your limited knowledge about cars, hands clenching and unclenching into fists before you’re tugged gently on your jacket sleeve.

in front of you is a young boy, playing with his fingers shyly with a head full of messy black hair and strong features that scrunch up into an anxious expression and you’re squatting and wondering what business a young boy like him had in scenes like this before he’s explaining how he hates the loud music and noises of metal against metal and the sound of tires.

you frown, understanding him immediately as you ask if you can hold his hand to which he nods, “what’s your name, sweetheart?”

“fushiguro… megumi,” he mumbles, flinching when there’s an erupt of cheers from the concluding race.

“oh, honey, let’s go,” you squeeze his hand in solidarity, “let’s sit far away from the action, okay? you like music?”

megumi sniffles a little and nods again, calming down the further he is from all the cars, sitting down on the curb in an area where there’s fewer racers, it being a deadend for the route. soon, you’re fishing out your earphones to insert into his ears, playing a few favourites of yours at a softer volume to drown out the noise of the cars. you’re content to find someone as clueless as you in this whole thing, even if the other was a child, and you almost want to chastise his parents for leaving him so vulnerable in a place like this when said parent is looking left and right, jogging while looking for his son.

“that’s my dad…” megumi mumbles with hope in his voice as the man starts to call out for him, expression morphed into worry from the moment he looked down from his car to find megumi gone. the boy’s hands you back your earphones with a slight smile and a ‘thank you’ before running off, and you’re lunging forward just to make sure he’s safe, running a little behind him while he navigates his father’s voice. it seems like he doesn’t have much care for the loud noises when his dad is finally in view because he speeds immediately into his arms before a tall man comes into view, and you’re blessed with seeing this hot-ass dad in a baggy long-sleeved top.

“hey… thank you for lookin’ out for the kid. i’m fushiguro toji,” toji nods towards you in acknowledgement, looking past your face after appreciating it before glancing down to your figure. “what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

megumi who was propped up against his shoulder opts to cling to his father’s neck, hiding from the rest of the world while you walk slowly alongside the man, fingers thumbing the strap of your bag to keep your grounded. you were quick to explain that you were here because of your boyfriend, and you swear a glint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but you don’t give it much thought because soon the man himself is running up to you with a renewed sense of confidence.

it was probably because toji was here; and sure, you knew about fushiguro toji and how much your boyfriend loved him, but you didn’t know how popular he could get, drawing countless pairs of eyes to your interaction. 

“hi! hi, fushiguro toji right?” and you’re already ready for the clownery to start when he opens his mouth, “i’m wakashita daisuke, big fan! any chance you’ll get back into racing?” daisuke is spouting so much shit you can’t even bear to look up but there’s one sentence that has got toji riled up, using just one hand to threaten your boyfriend who looks scared out of his mind. “you’d look so good with a Ford Mustang too, why don’t you sell off that old Corvette you’ve got—”

and soon toji is clutching onto the collar of his shirt, easily pulling him off the ground as the people surrounding you laugh and whoop. seems like you weren’t the only one who hated him.

“that Corvette means something to me, not like that piece of junk you call your Camaro. and at least i treat my car better than how you treat your girlfriend,” he spits the word like it’s venom, “who you can’t even respect as a person.”

daisuke is plopped onto the floor, but toji easily backs him up with a finger to his chest, “laughing like an idiot when she doesn’t know about engines and then saying you taught her — that would reflect your efforts as a teacher, wouldn’t it?” the man smirks when your boyfriend stutters out his answer, the crowd oooh-ing like it’s a free show.

“and then you leave her stranded for the whole night to hang with your boys, in a place where she’s uncomfortable and vulnerable. but you couldn’t give a shit, can’t you? you’re too busy sucking your friends’ cocks to notice.” there’s howls of laughter now (you can’t help but let out a giggle too) with how ruthless toji is being, all the while having a kid on his shoulder, but you imagine megumi is used to these types of altercations by now.

toji leans down to spit in his face, “you disrespect a woman in my eyes, you’re a joke to me.”

he just rolls your eyes, heading off from your stupid boyfriend and toji fully expects you to follow, beckoning you to go with him when you stay rooted. “c’mon, don’t mind him. he didn’t deserve you.” toji mutters, pressing a kiss to megumi’s temple as he leads you away from the scene silently, and you leap at the opportunity to thank him immediately.

“to be fair… i did all the research for my boyfriend,” toji interrupts with ex-, and you laugh, “yeah, ex-. but i’m not entirely opposed to learning about cars. they seem kinda cool.”

“is this your way of telling me you want me to teach you?” what’s a little flirting with a guy, anyway? even the other said it himself, daisuke didn’t deserve you. you nod with a sheepish smile, petting megumi’s head when he rouses from his dad’s shoulder, heart warming at how the young boy shoots you a gleaming smile.

toji shrugs with a little chuckle, “sure.” he’s keen on showing you his Chevrolet Corvette at the other end of the parking lot first, telling you about the specifications and the modifications he made for it to be suitable for drifting. he explains how his Corvette had to be converted to a rear-wheel-drive car, or a RWD to support the heavy stress on the back wheels to make a successful drift turn.

toji tells you the differences between a clutch kick and a shift lock and how to sustain a drift on a sharp turn, excited at finally finding someone who didn’t have a clue about racing. he even offers to show you, but you’re a little too intimidated by being in the passenger seat with him, especially when it’s going at high speeds.

“maybe another day,” you offer and toji picks up on your insinuation, trying to stifle at grin that maybe this attraction wasn’t one-sided. he liked the way you talked to megumi, he liked the way you intently listened about his love for cars, and he couldn’t wait to get you in his car with a hand to your thigh.

“i’ll hold you to your offer, darlin’.” the name sounded so much better coming from his mouth, an attractive smile lining his face before he offered his free arm for you to hang on, gasping silently when you felt how toned his arm was. oh, the late night thoughts you already knew you were gonna have…

“i’ll tell you about the other cars here, let’s go.”

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[otomehonyaku]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Haunted Dark Bridal ☽ Genteiban DVD Mini Drama Translation ☽ Side Story III (Kanato, Laito, Shuu)

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS 限定版 SPECIAL DISK V Side Story III Voiced by Kaji Yūki (Kanato), Hirakawa Daisuke (Laito), Toriumi Kōsuke (Shuu) English translation by @otomehonyaku Click here for the audio (thank you to @uzi-boozii for providing the audio!)

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This mini drama takes place after Shuu drinks Yui's blood for the second time, when she comes to him looking for answers. Is it just me or do more of you think these CDs are so much fun to listen to? Like hearing them talk about Yui when she's not there and kind of fantasising about her and stuff... ♡ (⇀ 3 ↼) Enjoy listening and reading along! I'm already working on the last one for this series.

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[This scene takes place after Shuu tastes Yui’s blood the second time, when she comes to him looking for answers.]

00:00[Kanato is having dinner. Laito is at the table, too, stretching and yawning exaggeratedly.]

Laito: Gosh, things are boring around here. Ironically enough, it’s difficult to relax when it’s too quiet. Right, Kanato?

Kanato: Laito. Can’t you see I’m having dinner with Teddy? Please don’t bother us. Teddy. When we’ve finished eating this petit gâteau, should we have a roll cake next?

[Kanato takes another bite.]

K: Hmm… Delicious, isn’t it? A chocolate cake with a core of molten chocolate sauce… I can’t get enough of it.

L: Is it really that good? Hmm. When it comes to sweets, I’d rather have macarons.

K: I like macarons, too.

L: They come in all different kinds of pretty colours and delicious flavours… They’re kinda fun, aren’t they? Don’t you feel a little bad for Teddy, though? You just force sweets on him.

K: Not at all. Teddy loves sweets just as much as I do. Right, Teddy?

L: Well, alright.

01:36 [Laito pauses briefly.]

L: Hmm? 

K: Is something the matter?

L: Don’t you think something smells mouthwateringly sweet around here?

K: Come to think of it, yes. A completely different sweet scent is getting mixed up with my gâteau. 

L: It’s not sweets, though. It’s a much thicker, saccharine scent… The scent of something that could satisfy my appetite.

[Someone’s walking nearby.]

L: Ah, I see… Could this be the culprit behind that sickly-sweet scent?

[The door opens. Shuu walks in, music blasting from his earphones]

K: That sweet smell is coming from Shuu.

S: I don’t have anything sweet on me, though.

L: Hehe. I know you don’t have anything on you. It's Bitchlet's blood I smell, after all.

K: What’s with this smell? I’ve never smelled something so sweet before.

[Laito gets up and sniffs the air.]

02:55L: This smell… Is that really Bitchlet? I don’t remember her smelling like this…

[Laito inhales deeply.]

L: No, it is her, but it’s as though something is changing…

[Shuu sits down with a groan.]

L: Shuu… What’ve you been doing with Bitchlet?  I think I already know the answer, hehe.

S: There’s no need to ask, then.

L: You’ve had your fill of Bitchlet’s blood at its very finest, haven’t you? I could tell just by the scent as you walked through the hall just now.

[Kanato stands up and walks over to Shuu.]

K: I agree. Lately, her blood has smelled so sweet that just the slightest whiff of it could drive me wild.

Ah, I want to taste her right now.

L: Right, right. I usually don’t get tempted to drink just by the scent of blood, but even smelling her blood on Shuu right now is so arousing… I wonder if it’s because Bitchlet’s awakened? (1)

[Shuu sighs heavily.]

L: Tell me, what does her blood taste like now? It must’ve gotten much sweeter, right? Just a little taste is enough to bewitch you, and the sweetness of it all must be so satisfying.

S: Not yet.

L: Huh?

S: She hasn’t awakened yet.

L: She hasn’t? But for her to smell like that…

S: Well, it’s a stark difference from when I fed on her before. Her blood was burning hot…

05:00 K: So she is changing, after all.

L: Ah… I want to taste her at her peak as well… What does she taste like now, Shuu?

[Shuu has fallen asleep.]

L: Hey, come on! Don’t just fall asleep and leave good old Laito hanging!

[Laito starts pestering Shuu, slapping and shoving him.]

L: Shuu! Tell me how it was before you nod off!

S: Ugh, fuck off. My stomach’s full, so I’m going to sleep. 

L: Oh, don’t start. You sleep around the clock even when you’re not full. Bitchlet’s awakening is nigh!

S: I don’t care.

K: I want my turn to drain her dry soon.

L: Hey, Kanato! You can’t just drain her dry. We should play around with her more, be cruel to her… toy with her body and soul until she feels so good that her blood becomes intoxicating! Hehe.

K: She isn’t yours, Laito. I want my fair share of tormenting and playing with her. I’m sure tastes even more delicious when she’s scared beyond her wits.

06:22 L: But Kanato, you tend to drink too much. The plan is to keep Bitchlet around for a long while, so you can’t kill her.

K: Why? Isn’t it much better to preserve the beauty of living creatures for all eternity, no matter what it is? That’s why I’ll turn her into a doll while she’s as beautiful as she is now.

L: Well, I understand what you’re saying, Kanato, but I don’t want to give up on fooling around with her just yet. Say, what do you suppose is the most fun, the most exciting way to drink her delicious blood?

K: As for me, I enjoy feeding on her most while imagining her as a wax doll. Teddy enjoys it, too.

L: But Kanato, you can’t actually turn her into one just yet, okay? Speaking of which–Shuu, you haven’t drained her completely, have you?

S: Of course not. I wasn’t that hungry. Besides, we were interrupted halfway through. By that old man.

L: Old man?

S: Richter.

[Laito and Kanato are at a loss.]

L: Huh, I see. So our uncle came by.

[Laito sits back down.]

L: I wonder what he was visiting for.

S: It’s not like I know. If you want to know, you should ask Richter himself.

L: You have a hunch, though, don’t you?

S: I told you, I have no idea.

K: Come to think of it, Subaru mentioned he’d seen Richter as well.

L: Oh my. He’s rarely ever been here before. I wonder what’s going on. Maybe he’s up to something… Heh.

[Shuu sits upright.]

K: Is something the matter for you to get up so suddenly, Shuu?

08:47 S: Her blood…

L: Bitchlet’s blood…?

S: I think Richter’s after it.

L: Hmm… Well, Bitchlet’s blood’s been getting more and more delicious lately, after all.

K: But in terms of prey, there’s plenty of others for him to choose from. He has no reason to go out of his way just to get her.

L: But she is close to awakening. Right, Shuu?

S: Don’t put this on me. You’re bothersome.

L: There Shuu goes again with his ‘bothersome’... Are you fine with Uncle stealing our awakened Bitchlet’s blood away from us?

S: He can do whatever.

L: Well, I’m not fine with it. I have a bad feeling about this. I don’t want to simply hand her blood over to Uncle.

K: Indeed. She is our sacrificial bride, after all.

L: Yes, yes. Well, then–we were talking about the most exciting ways to suck Bitchlet’s blood. What do you think, Shuu?

S: I told you, don’t start with this.

10:00 L: But we’re dying to know! Ayato and I have been fooling around with her too, you know. We cornered her in the underground waterway. Ayato bit her neck, and I her thigh… Come to think of it, her awakening must’ve already been close. The feel of her veins pulsing under her skin gave off the most tempting scent… It turned me on so much.   Well, Ayato made himself scarce rather quickly, though.

K: I don’t understand how you could enjoy that, Laito. It’s obvious that it’s much more enjoyable to take the time to savour the taste of her blood. What’s fun about sharing that experience with someone else?

L: What’s fun about it? The fact that someone else besides me is driving her to ecstasy, and watching Bitchlet’s face as she desperately tries to bear it is plenty of fun for me. She can resist all she wants, but it tends to be no use when we hold her down. When I see that pained look, that desperation plastered across her face, or the way her features contort when she’s overwhelmed by pleasure… It’s so hot. It makes me lose control of myself.

K: Yes, I love watching her face twist in fear or agony. Right, Teddy?

L: Hey, Kanato. Let’s play with Bitchlet together next time. I’m sure it’ll be plenty fun.

K: I have no interest in such games.

L: Huh? But Bitchlet’s so close to awakening now, so it would make for even sweeter blood. Ah, the pleasure would come crashing over her like waves… I’m getting hot just talking about it.

12:02 K: You’re too persistent. I told you I don’t want to!

[Kanato slams his fist onto the table. The translator actually jumps in her chair because it was so loud.]

K: Why do you not understand?! Teddy, how do you feel about Laito not listening to me? Everyone’s bullying me.

[Kanato starts crying.]

L: Oh, come on, Kanato, don’t cry.

K: I… don’t want to do anything together… with anyone else but Teddy.

L: Ah. Well, Kanato’s out of the question, then. How about you, Shuu? Let’s feed on Bitchlet together.

[Shuu is dozing off.]

L: Hey, Shuu.

S: I told you to not bother with me. I don’t care how I feed. I only feed to satisfy my appetite.

L: Huh. I figured you’d say that.

K: Come to think of it, I’ve gotten hungry.

[Kanato gets up.]

13:20 K: Teddy, shall we go and have a snack? What would you like? Yeah, right you are. Let’s have our favourite treat. She’s exceptionally sweet and delicious, after all.

[Kanato opens the door.]

K: Hehe. I’m looking forward to it.

[Kanato leaves the room.]

L: Hehe. Wait a minute. He’s talking about having Bitchlet as a snack, isn’t he?

[Laito gets up and runs after Kanato.]

L: Hold up, Kanato! I’m not giving you a head start!

[Laito leaves the room.]

S: Ugh. I can finally sleep in peace.

[Shuu lies down.]

14:17 S: So, Richter is here. That bothersome asshole. Could it have anything to do with her awakening? Heh. It’s none of my business. She’s a mere human. She’s our prey. That’s all she is…

[lemonlover1110]

Baby Steps

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 11] Twenty Weeks

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After everything is cleared up, you make up with Satoru and slowly rebuild your relationship with him. You also begin to invite Megumi and Tsumiki over for dinner. You feel as if you’re a small family, especially since the kids are so sweet to you. 

You’re twenty weeks along and there’s a visible bump, and for some reason Satoru smiles like a fool when he sees you. He tries to hide it, but sometimes you see it. It certainly makes you feel better about yourself, so you don’t understand why he tries to hide it. Your body is changing, it doesn’t feel like your own anymore. You’re starting to feel insecure even though you’re growing a new life inside of you. 

Being in your second trimester is wonderful– Not wonderful exactly since you are pregnant, but wonderful because your morning sickness has died down. You are starting to get more cravings, especially in the middle of the night. That’s when you wake up Satoru and he goes out of the apartment because he will do anything for his baby. It’s so clear he loves that baby more than anything.

“Hey, Daisuke… What’s up?” Satoru puts the phone up to his ear. He had completely forgotten about Daisuke the last couple of weeks. He hadn’t even told his friend the great news that he is, in fact, going to become a father. “I’m going to pick up some food.”

Satoru listens to what Daisuke has to say, not really caring until Daisuke asks, “Why are you out so late to get food?”

“I never told you, did I?” Satoru begins, walking to the restaurant you wanted food from. “I’m becoming a father, and the– mother of my child has a craving.”

“What– I’m– Congrats!” Daisuke ends up saying. So the rumors that Leiko was spreading were true. Satoru is expecting, and you are as well. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you had figured it out.” Satoru says before he gets to the entrance of the restaurant. “I have to go. Talk to you soon, bye.”

Satoru has never really cared for friendships. At least not ones with non-sorcerers. He had one real friendship, and that’s gone. Daisuke is just… Someone he occasionally hangs out with. He doesn’t really consider himself to be close enough to Daisuke to go out of his way and share that he's having a baby. 

Maybe he should go talk to Daisuke soon, but he has to talk to you about it first. Satoru really doesn’t like going out without you anymore, mainly because he feels as if he has to keep an eye on you almost at all times. You can’t even see curses, how does he know you’ll be safe?

He wants the best for his baby, so he has to make sure you’re feeling your best. Which is why he picks up food for you so late at night.

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“Satoru… Wake up.” You tap Satoru’s shoulder, trying to get him to wake up. He’s been working like crazy the past week, and after getting you food really late last night, he passed out on the bed. Apparently he has today off, but you have an appointment and Satoru swears he wants to be present at every appointment. “Satoru, I can’t be late…”

“What?” He groans, about to turn to the other side to be able to sleep more, the bit of sun that enters the room is hitting him and it’s annoying him. He wonders what the hell you need since it’s so early in the morning.

“My appointment is today.” You tell him, which makes him open his eyes. He rushes out of the bed. That was all he needed to hear. Excitement rushes through his body thinking about the fact that he’ll be seeing his baby who’s the size of a banana.

You walk out of his bedroom to let him get ready in peace. You go to the living room and take a seat on the couch, pulling out your phone to talk to your best friend. She’s in a lecture but she’s texting you to kill time. She really couldn’t care less about what is being said. 

You take your classes in the afternoon now, allowing you to do all baby related stuff in the morning. Whether it’d be shopping or appointments. After five minutes of texting with Kaya, Satoru walks out of the bedroom and grabs his keys from the counter,

“I’m ready.” He announces and you stand up from the couch. 

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?” You ask him as you walk over to him. He shakes his head. When you’re close enough, he wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead.

“How’d you sleep? I hope my baby didn’t cause too much trouble.” He caresses your back and you smile at him. One hand goes to your bump. 

“I slept fine.” You respond. You end up pulling away because you can’t waste any more time. You can’t be late to the appointment. You go look for your coat, and Satoru stands in the same spot, waiting for you. You come back with your coat, and a smile on your face. “Let’s go.”

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You wait for the technician with Satoru, both of you impatient to get the appointment officially started. Neither of you speak. You wonder when the technician will get here, and that’s the only thing you focus on. Satoru is about to say something, to fill in the silence, but that’s when the door opens, and your appointment officially begins.

Satoru watches everything intently. You, lifting up your shirt and having that clear liquid squeezed onto your lower stomach, that you were warned it was going to be cold. His eyes stick to the monitor, waiting to see his baby appear on the screen. It feels like an eternity while you two wait.

Until he finally sees his baby on the monitor that’s beside the bed. Satoru holds on to your hand. He feels his heart beat so fast. The technician points at the monitor, pointing out the baby’s head, its nose, its lips. You look at Satoru for a moment, and he’s on the verge of tears watching this. He took off the sunglasses that are usually on his face. It’s so clear how excited he is over this.

“Do you want to know the sex, today?” The technician asks.

“Ye-” Satoru begins but your voice is much louder and firmer than his.

“No. We want to keep it a surprise.” You answer. Which is definitely something you never agreed to. Satoru can’t keep a secret though so he has no option but to remain clueless about the gender of the baby or else he’ll spoil it for you.  You’re lucky Satoru can’t figure out the gender just by looking at the sonogram.

“A surprise… Right.” He chuckles. His mind quickly stops thinking about the gender of the baby when the technician points out the baby’s feet. Satoru is almost astonished at the fact that his baby has feet. “Does the baby have toes and fingers?”

“They do. Because of the position they’re in it’s not very visible, but they do.” The technician responds. She points it out when the baby finally moves, and Satoru can’t help but smile. He just wants to take his phone out and begin to take pictures, as if he doesn’t know that he gets these printed out afterwards.

“They’re so cute.” Satoru comments as if the ultrasound is cute. But he’s just so excited he doesn’t know what to say. He looks at you and smiles, and you smile back at him. You’re only halfway through with the pregnancy, he’s not patient enough for the baby to get here.

-

“Megumi, will you please eat your veggies?” You ask the boy who plays with his food. You’re almost all finished with the food in front of you, except Megumi. After your appointment you forced Satoru to call them and invite them over for dinner. Satoru picked them up, and now they’re here. You might force Satoru to give up his room so they can sleep over.

“They’re gross.” Megumi comments, and Satoru seems offended by the comment.

“I cooked them.” Satoru shares, making Megumi glare at the man.

“Yeah, maybe that’s why they’re so gross.” Megumi comments, and Satoru rolls his eyes. You and Tsumiki eat your food quietly, not wanting to get into their bickering. They’re like siblings, it’s hilarious.

“Do you want more, Tsumiki? Or are you ready for dessert?” You ask, not caring to interrupt the bickering between Satoru and Megumi. You wonder who would win out of the two. The eight year old or the twenty year old. So far Megumi is winning.

“Maybe if you learned how to cook, I would eat my veggies.” Megumi sticks his tongue out and Satoru is about to say something but he stops himself when you stand up and pick up your plate and Tsumiki’s.

“Look, don’t tell her because she’s pregnant and will get upset but… She cooked the veggies.” Satoru whispers, pointing at you. Megumi doesn’t buy it for a second.

“Your baby is going to have a lying dad.” Megumi responds and Satoru raises a brow.

“Don’t bring him into this, and you know what? That’s hilarious coming from you.” Satoru replies, his eyes widening when he realizes he let it slip. He might’ve gone back and asked the technician the gender of the baby.

“Him? Is it a boy?” Tsumiki asks and Satoru shushes her.

“It’s a secret. Don’t.” Satoru tells the children. Tsumiki nods in response, and Megumi rolls his eyes. 

“Do you two want ice cream as well?” You ask, walking back to the table to give Tsumiki her ice cream. Satoru hums in response, and Megumi does as well. “First you have to finish your veggies, Megumi. And Satoru, you're a grown man that isn’t pregnant, go get it.”

“Why did you ask then?” Satoru can’t help but groan when he stands up from his seat. You chuckle as you take a seat once again. Megumi sighs, knowing he has to struggle to finish his food. It’s so gross. Next time he’ll rather stay home.

“I promise next time I’ll cook.” You put your hand on Megumi’s shoulder when you notice his face. The food isn’t that bad, it’s just the vegetables that aren’t as great. Satoru walks back with his ice cream, and a bowl for Megumi as well.

“When am I going to meet your parents?” You bring up out of the blue. He’s met your parents, you’re pregnant with his baby, you don’t know what else he’s waiting for. There’s no time left to waste. Maybe it isn’t the best time to ask since there’s kids right there. But they aren’t focusing since there’s ice cream in front of them. Megumi has put his plate to the side and focused on the ice cream Satoru brought.

“Do you want to meet them?” Satoru asks, bringing a spoonful of ice cream up to his lips. You furrow your eyebrows, confused as to why he would ask such an absurd question.

“Well… They’re going to be the baby’s other grandparents, aren’t they?” You reply and Satoru hums, but that still doesn’t answer his question.

“My parents aren’t a big part of my life so we don’t necessarily have to include them.” Satoru comments. You simply don’t know what to say to this. You wonder why he isn’t so close to his parents, but you don’t want to ask right in front of the kids either. “Also, we have to go see Daisuke soon. Poor guy didn’t realize I was having a baby until last night.”

“I guess we do… But we’re also going to meet your parents. Get into contact with them.” You tell him, and Megumi chuckles.

“What’s so funny, punk?” Satoru asks Megumi, and Megumi shakes his head. It’s so funny for him to see Satoru being ordered around. “That’s what I thought.”

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Hikari & Daisuke (02x22)

[ID: A gif from Digimon Adventure Zero Two episode 22 showing Hikari and Daisuke play rock-paper-scissors as their partners watch. Hikari wins and she double high-fives Tailmon as Daisuke and V-mon groan in frustration. End ID]

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Ch. 12 - Iris The iris symbolizes faith, courage, hope, and wisdom -- its name derived from the Greek word for 'rainbow.' AN: TW: drug use

You led Naoya through the winding corridors of your family's estate, a masterpiece frozen in time compared to the Zenin estate. The shinden-zukuri style was evident in every meticulously crafted detail. The hallways were adorned with sliding fusuma doors that featured delicate hand-painted scenes that depicted Japanese folklore. Soft ambient light filtered through the shoji screens, casting a warm glow on the tatami mat flooring beneath your socked feet. Being back home brought you a certain sense of nostalgia, the scent of fresh wood bringing you back to your childhood.

"This way," you murmured, guiding Naoya toward your bedroom.

As you entered the room, Naoya's disdain collided with the traditional atmosphere of your room. The minimalistic interior, though lacking in the opulence he was accustomed to, radiated an understated grace. "This is it?" He scoffed in a voice full of derision as he glanced around the nearly empty room. "Where's the comfort?"

You suppressed a giggle at his incredulous expression. "Welcome to the Kamo estate," you replied with a teasing smile. "Where tradition reigns supreme."

His eyes narrowed as he took in the room once more. "It's like stepping back in time," he remarked, his voice laced with contempt.

You shrugged nonchalantly. "Our family takes pride in preserving our heritage," you explained. "The Kamo estate has remained virtually unchanged since the Heian era."

Naoya's expression shifted from disdain to disbelief. "You mean to tell me we'll be sleeping on futons the entire weekend?! ...How quaint."

You nodded with a teasing smirk. "That's right."

Naoya let out a snort. "Your family's living in ancient times," he muttered under his breath.

You chuckled at his reaction, finding amusement in his discomfort. "It's not so bad once you get used to it," you reassured him, though your own apprehension about the upcoming nights on the thin mats lingered in the back of your mind. You knew Naoya was going to complain the whole weekend about it.

"So, Y/N," he began, quickly changing the subject, a trace of irritation in his voice, "do you know of any nightlife around here? Places where I can actually unwind? Or is this entire city stuck in a time warp?"

You couldn't help but shake your head with a small smile. "I never went out much before I got engaged to you, Naoya, let alone when I was married to Naohiro. I'm afraid my knowledge is very limited on that."

Naoya groaned, the prospect of being confined to the Kamo estate seemingly unbearable. "I can't fucking believe I'm stuck in this ancient place with no escape! There must be something around here." He got out his phone and began to do some Googling.

A mischievous idea crossed your mind, and you suggested, "why don't we ask Daisuke? He used to be quite the partier in his twenties."

Naoya scoffed, dismissing the idea immediately. "Daisuke? Please. I doubt he knows of any places worth my time. He's practically an old man."

You raised an eyebrow, suppressing a smirk. "Daisuke's only thirty-eight, Naoya. You might be surprised. Besides, he knows Kyoto better than anyone. Let's go find him and see if he can't point us in the right direction."

Naoya grumbled under his breath but allowed you to tug him along. It didn't take you long to find him in his room tending to one of his few bonsai trees. He was meticulously clipping some of the branches when you walked in.

You greeted him with a warm smile. "Uncle, we're wondering if you could recommend any places for Naoya to unwind. You know, some nightlife options."

Daisuke glanced up from his meticulous work, his eyes narrowing at the mention of Naoya's name. "Unwind, you say? I doubt he knows how to do that without causing trouble."

Naoya crossed his arms, a defiant smirk on his face. "I can handle myself just fine, Kamo. Your bonsai guru here probably never had a wild bone in his body."

Ignoring Naoya's remark, Daisuke turned his attention to you. "Nightlife? Well, Kyoto's changed a bit since my days, but there are still a few places worth checking out. I'll jot down some names for you, Zenin." He moved swiftly to the table in his room, kneeling down to write down a list on a small notepad before tearing the sheet off and standing up.

Naoya grunted, reluctantly accepting the list Daisuke handed to him, crumpling it in his fist as he took it. "I doubt I'll find anything worthwhile in this ancient city."

Daisuke shot him a pointed look. "Respect the traditions, Naoya. They've been around much longer than you."

Rolling your eyes at the exchange, you decided to change the subject. "Thanks, Uncle. We'll let you get back to it."

As you walked away, Naoya muttered under his breath, "old man and his trees. What a waste of time."

You walked back to you room from there. When you got to your room, you noticed that the attendants had finally brought your luggage to your rooms. Naoya wasted no time in rooting through his for more casual clothes in order to participate in his upcoming night of revelry.

"Naoya, leave my uncle alone," you scolded him gently, watching as he continued to rummage through his belongings. "And remember, in ten years, you'll be pushing forty, too." Naoya shot you a cold look but chose not to respond, instead focusing on selecting a set of clothes. As he prepared to change, you decided to broach the topic of his plans for the night. "So, are you really planning on going out tonight?" You asked, trying to hide your interest.

"Obviously," Naoya replied dismissively, as if the idea of not indulging in his usual festivities was absurd. "I'm not going to let a weekend away from Tokyo mess with my routine."

You hesitated for a moment before deciding to extend an unexpected invitation. "Can I come along?" You found yourself blushing, the fear of rejection, as if it even mattered coming from him, too much for you to handle.

Naoya raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by your unexpected request. "Why the hell would you want to come?" He retorted, a tone of disdain in his voice. "It's not your scene."

You folded your arms, determined not to let his arrogance dissuade you. "Why not? I want to unwind, too, Naoya. Besides, I remember how much fun we had that night a few weeks ago. It might surprise you, but I can handle a bit of nightlife. It's like you said, why would I want to spend my wedding weekend sober?"

His eyes narrowed as he shot you a skeptical look. "That was a one-time thing. And I'm not interested in a repeat performance."

You rolled your eyes at his predictable response. "Relax, Naoya. I'm not expecting a repeat of our last escapade. I just want to have a good time and unwind a bit."

He sighed in frustration, realizing that arguing with you might be more trouble than it was worth. "Fine, but don't expect me to babysit you. You're on your own. And we're definitely not repeating anything from last time."

You smirked, seeing through his attempt to assert control. "Sure, Naoya. I'll find something to wear, and we'll see how much you can handle."

"Quickly, or I'm leaving without you," he warned, a hint of impatience in his tone as he began to undress.

You chuckled, heading to your suitcase to pick out an outfit. As you sifted through your clothes, Naoya finished dressing and stood to watch as you continued rooting through your things. He glanced at his watch, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Come on, Y/N. Time is ticking," he urged with an irritated expression.

Rolling your eyes, you selected an outfit and held it up. "How about this?"

He glanced at it briefly and nodded in approval. "Good enough. Now, hurry up. We're not here for a fashion show."

You rolled your eyes at his impatience, accustomed to his brash demeanor at that point. You proceeded to get undressed without a second thought. Naoya, however, found himself in an unexpected dilemma. His eyes involuntarily fixated on your form as you stood in your underwear, the sight stirring his dormant desires for you. 

He quickly averted his gaze, a surge of frustration coursing through him. "You really don't care, do you?" He muttered under his breath, his voice laced with both desire and disdain.

You shot him a pointed look, unfazed by his comment. "Why should I? We've seen each other naked before," you retorted nonchalantly. And it's not like you don't do the very same to me...you thought.

Naoya's jaw clenched as he struggled to maintain composure, his mind battling against the conflicting emotions swirling within him. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean you have to parade around like a slut," he remarked sharply.

Your expression hardened, a flash of anger igniting in your eyes. "Watch your mouth, Naoya," you snapped, your voice cold and firm. "I won't tolerate your disrespect."

Naoya's anger flared at your defiance, his ego wounded by your rejection of his authority. In a swift motion, he grabbed you by the arm, his grip tight and unforgiving, as he pulled you closer to him.

"You think you can talk to me like that?" He hissed, his tone dripping with venomous authority. "You're going to learn your place, Y/N. You're going to learn to obey me."

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his rough grasp, his words sending a shiver down your spine. With your resources back at the Zenin estate, you were unarmed to defend yourself against his aggressive nature. You were physically strong, but you knew he was stronger. Despite the fear bubbling within you, you refused to cower before him. 

"I'll do as I please," you retorted defiantly, your voice trembling with suppressed rage.

Naoya's grip tightened, his fingers digging into your skin as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Not anymore," he growled, his tone laced with a dangerous edge. "You're going to be my wife, and you will do as I say."

You felt a surge of anger coursing through you at his arrogance, but you knew better than to provoke him further. With a deep breath, you forced yourself to remain calm, refusing to show any sign of weakness. "Let go of me, Naoya," you asserted, yanking your arm from his grasp with a determined force. "Neither of us wants this marriage, so let's just leave each other alone. I won't tolerate your attempts to control me."

Naoya's lips tightened into a thin line, his jaw clenched in frustration as he reluctantly obeyed, releasing you with a sharp exhale. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest, his eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a chill down your spine.

"Hmph," he grunted, his gaze locked on you with resentment.

Ignoring his hostile glare, you focused on slipping into your dress, the fabric clinging to your skin as you struggled to get the zipper up your back. Frustration welled within you as the zipper stubbornly refused to cooperate, your fingers fumbling with the delicate mechanism.

Naoya's patience wore thin as he watched you struggle with the zipper, his irritation bubbling to the surface. With an exasperated sigh, he moved towards you, his steps heavy with frustration. Without a word, he grabbed you by the waist and forcefully turned you around to face away from him, his grip firm and unyielding.

Your heart raced as he suddenly pulled you closer, his proximity sending a jolt of adrenaline coursing through your veins. With one hand, he pushed your hair away from your back before settling it against your waist. His touch was rough, his fingers pressing into your skin with an intensity that bordered on painful. Despite the discomfort, you couldn't deny the heat that bloomed in your cheeks at his proximity. With a grunt of frustration, Naoya aggressively zipped up your dress, his movements rough and hurried. His hands lingered at your waist, his touch possessive and demanding, sending a shiver down your spine. 

"There," he muttered curtly, "let's go."

His abruptness caught you off guard, leaving you standing there as he turned away without a second glance. You hurried behind him, fixing your hair along the way as you followed him toward the front gates of your estate.

As Naoya walked outside, you followed closely behind. His demeanor seemed more agitated than usual. He reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone while you pretended to adjust your dress while subtly eavesdropping on his conversation. His voice was hushed, but you strained to catch every word, your curiosity piqued by the secrecy of his tone.

"Yeah, it's me," Naoya muttered into the phone, his tone curt and businesslike. "I need a favor. I'm in Kyoto for the weekend, and I need to...unwind." You frowned at his choice of words, a nervous sensation settling in the pit of your stomach as you realized the true nature of his intentions. "Yeah, that's right. I need something to take the edge off," he continued, his voice tinged with impatience. "You know what I'm talking about."

Your heart skipped a beat as the realizationdawned on you. You panicked slightly, a subtle hint of interest alongside your usual disgust for his unfortunate habits. You continued following, slightly jogging to match his wide steps as he hurried toward the front of your estate.

"Just tell me where to meet you!" Naoya snapped, his frustration palpable even through the phone. "I don't have time for games!"

You recoiled at his aggressive tone, the reality of his true character becoming clear once again despite his brief tender moments of comforting you on the plane ride. Despite his rarely charming facade, Naoya was nothing more than a manipulative, entitled brat, willing to stoop to any level to satisfy his selfish desires.

After a brief exchange of information, Naoya hung up the phone with a satisfied smirk, his eyes glinting with anticipation. He turned to you, his expression masked with a false sense of nonchalance as he gestured for you to follow quicker. "Come on, Y/N. We're not getting any younger," he quipped as he sped up even quicker. He halted in his tracks when he realized he didn't know where he was going. "Where do you keep your damn cars?"

You rolled your eyes at Naoya's impatience, leading him toward the estate garage with an exasperated sigh. Inside, Naoya's expression shifted from annoyance to mild disbelief as he scanned the row of basic luxury cars, none of which met his expectations for a night out.

"Boring, I should've expected..." he grumbled under his breath.

You suppressed a smirk, shaking your head as you gestured toward a black BMW M4 that was tucked away in the corner. "That's Daisuke's car," you mumbled, grabbing the key from the hook by the door. "It'll have to do."

Naoya raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk as he turned to you. "Can you even handle driving this?" He chuckled lowly, his tone dripping with condescension. "Or are you going to scratch it like you did my LFA?"

You shot him a withering glare, your own patience wearing thin as you resisted the urge to snap back at him. With a deep breath, you ignored his taunts and climbed into the driver's seat, starting the engine with a determined resolve. As Naoya put in a certain address into the GPS, your eyes widened in alarm as you glanced at the screen. "That's a seedy part of town, Naoya," you remarked, your voice tinged with nervousness as you pulled the car onto the road and began carefully driving down the street.

Naoya grumbled in response, his gaze fixed on the road ahead as he clenched his jaw. "I know," he muttered, "it's where I'm going to pick up the coke."

Your heart skipped a beat at his casual admission, your cheeks flushed with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. "Speaking of...coke..." you began tentatively, your voice barely above a whisper as you glanced at him every few seconds while driving. "Can I have some?"

Naoya's smirk widened at your request, amused by your sudden boldness. "Well, well, it looks like I've brought out the rebellious side of the Kamo's precious princess," he remarked with sarcasm as he leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, biting your lip nervously as you waited for his response. Despite your apprehension, you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the prospect of indulging in something forbidden with him.

Naoya chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Sure, princess," he replied, his voice laced with mockery. "We can share some. But don't come crying to me if you can't handle it. I'm not going to babysit you."

You bristled at his condescending tone, a surge of defiance coursing through you as you met his gaze head-on. "Don't worry about me, Naoya," you retorted sharply. "Need I remind you of my technique? I think I can handle it...and if it becomes too much, I'll just flush it out of my system."

Naoya's smirk faltered slightly at your confident response, his eyes narrowing as he studied you intently. "Fine, suit yourself," he replied curtly, his tone betraying a hint of begrudging respect. "But don't say that I didn't warn you."

As Naoya finished speaking, you pulled in front of a dark set of office buildings, the ominous atmosphere immediately making the hair on your arms stand up. Naoya wasted no time, swiftly getting out of the car and disappearing into the shadows to meet with the mysterious figure. You watched nervously, biting the inside of your cheek as you awaited his return. Minutes felt like hours as you sat in the car, your heart racing with fear and anticipation. 

Finally, he emerged from the darkness, a triumphant smirk plastered across his face as he brandished the baggie of cocaine like a trophy. "I got it," he declared proudly, his voice tinged with excitement. "Let's get this night started."

You swallowed nervously, your hands trembling slightly as you reached for the baggie. Naoya pulled it away with a teasing smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Not so fast, princess," he chided playfully. "I'll be the one in charge tonight."

You suppressed a sigh, resigning yourself to the fact that his ego would always come first. With a forced smile, you nodded in agreement, silently cursing yourself for getting involved in his reckless escapades once again. He shoved the baggie into his pocket and plugged in one of the clubs from Daisuke's list into the GPS and instructed you to get there. You complied without protest, driving through the dimly lit streets of Kyoto with a sense of unease gnawing at the pit of your stomach.

You expertly maneuvered the BMW into a tight parking spot, your hands steady despite the lingering nerves that prickled at your skin. As you paid for parking, your eyes darted around the unfamiliar surroundings, taking in the neon lights and pulsating music that spilled from the entrance to the club. Naoya, his excitement palpable, wasted no time in grabbing you roughly by the arm, pulling you toward the entrance with an impatient urgency. You stumbled slightly, caught off guard by his sudden aggression, but swallowed your protest as you shot him a warning glare.

Once inside, the sensory overload hit you like a wave, the cacophony of music and flashing lights overwhelming your senses. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and alcohol, the pulsating beat of the music reverberating through your bones. The club itself was a labyrinth of dimly lit corridors and crowded dance floors, the walls adorned with neon signs that flickered with a hypnotic glow. People of all walks of life mingled together in a chaotic dance of bodies, their laughter and shouts blending into a symphony of chaos. You couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and apprehension as you followed Naoya deeper into the heart of the club. It was a side of Kyoto that you'd never seen before, a raw and untamed world that existed beyond the confines of your sheltered upbringing. This was your home like you'd never seen it before.

As you navigated through the throngs of people, Naoya abruptly pulled you to the side, his grip firm and possessive as he led you away from the prying eyes of the crowd. You opened your mouth to protest, but Naoya silenced you with a steely glare, his lips curling into a smirk of triumph. "Do you want this or not?" He demanded, his voice low and commanding as he produced the baggie of cocaine from his pocket, holding it tantalizingly close to you.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you nodded nervously, your eyes locked onto the baggie in his hand. Despite your reservations, the allure of the drug was too powerful to resist, a forbidden temptation that promised to drown out the chaos of your thoughts.

As Naoya smirked at you, the neon lights dancing on his face, opened the baggie, the faint scent of the drug mingling with the sweat and alcohol that permeated the air of the club. Licking his thumb, he then placed it in the baggie, ensuring that the powder coated his skin before shoving the bag back into his pocket. With a firm grip on the nape of your neck, he pulled you closer, his touch sending a shiver down your spine as he held your head still. His eyes locked onto yours, a predatory gleam dancing in their depths as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear.

"Ready, princess?" he murmured huskily, his voice sending a jolt of anticipation coursing through your veins. "This is gonna be one hell of a ride."

With that, he pressed his thumb against your gums, the powder transferring onto your flesh with a tantalizing warmth. Your breath hitched in your throat as the cocaine's roughness scratched against your sensitive gum-line. Naoya's thumb left your gums and he sensually licked the residual powder from it, his eyes never leaving yours. Within a few minutes, you began to feel the effects, a rush of euphoria washing over you like a tidal wave. The world around you blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations, the pulsating music fading into the background as you became lost in the intensity of the moment.

Naoya's smirk widened into a wicked grin as he watched the drug take hold of you, his fingers trailing lightly against your jawline as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "Feel it yet, princess?" He taunted, his voice laced with a cruel edge that made you shiver. "Or are you too much of a fucking lightweight to handle it?"

You let out a shaky breath, your body humming with pleasure as you leaned into his touch, craving more than you should for the intoxicating sensation that only he could provide.

"Fuck you, Naoya," you whispered hoarsely, your words slurred with the effects of the drug. "I can handle anything you throw at me."

Naoya chuckled darkly and rubbed some of the cocaine onto his own gums. Meanwhile, you couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration coursing through your veins. The drug took hold of you with an intensity that bordered on intoxicating, filling you with a sense of euphoria that eclipsed any sense of inhibition. As he pulled away, he murmured into your ear about how long the high would last, his words barely registering in the haze of pleasure that enveloped your mind. You nodded absentmindedly, your senses heightened and electrified by the rush of adrenaline that pulsed through your veins. 

With a sly grin, Naoya disappeared into the crowd, leaving you to your own devices in the midst of the pulsating chaos of the club. You took a moment to steady yourself, the world spinning in a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations as the cocaine took full effect. Determined to make the most of the night, you decided to head to the bar and order a drink, the burn of alcohol mingling with the lingering warmth of the drug in your system as you allowed its effects to take hold. Each sip sent a thrill coursing through you, the combination of substances heightening your senses to a dizzying degree. 

As you mingled on the dance floor, the music pulsating through you like a second heartbeat, you lost yourself in the music. Every movement you made felt fluid and effortless, a motion that carried you away on a wave of pure ecstasy. You felt alive in a way you'd never felt before, the weight of your responsibilities and obligations fading into insignificance as you surrendered to the hedonistic pleasures Naoya was well-accustomed to.

Dates: June 22-23, 2018 - Naoya and Y/N head off to a club in Kyoto where Y/N decides to try a little something new.

[cakepoppresent]

I'll Take Care of Everything Don't Worry About a Thing

Grayson with his head pounding searches the crowd for Gideon. His eyes dart back and forth but his concentration is broken when he hears his name being called

Gideon: Grayson...I missed you

Grayson: Gideon! I've been looking for you everywhere! We need to talk!

Gideon: I'm right here. What's the matter?

They end up in a private hallway and Grayson looks up into Gideon's eyes "You wouldn't lie to me right?"

Gideon: Of course not

Grayson: You promise?

Gideon: I promise

Grayson: I heard what you did to your family. Did you really sell your company off?

Gideon: Don't be too upset, they'll survive even without the company but they won't be able to try and control me anymore. We can be together without any worry

Grayson: Who did you sell it to?

Gideon: A businessman from Mt. Korembi. What's the matter? Let's go home we have so much to talk about

Grayson: I heard something else and I want you to be honest with me

Gideon: Of course

Grayson: Are you working with someone dangerous? Like a gang or mafia or something

Gideon: Who told you that?

Grayson: It doesn't matter! Just tell me what's been going on. I feel like I'm in the dark when it comes to you.

Gideon: Grayson, Let's go home first. We can talk about this later

Grayson: No! I always have to wait! All I do is wait for you to tell me anything! Tell me now!

Gideon: Grayson. Let's go home first. I promise I'll explain everything

Grayson: You promised nothing would happen with your grandparents but they sent Alaia and they sent someone to attack and threaten me. I'm tired of the promises. I want to see your back

Alarms go off in Gideon's head. The tattoo hasn't healed and he hasn't had a chance to explain things to Grayson

Gideon: It's complicated Grayson. I am going to give you all the details

Grayson: No. You either show me your back right now or I'm leaving. For good.

Gideon: Grayson! I would never do anything to hurt you. You know that

Grayson: It's your inaction that's hurting me right now! Su said-

Gideon: Su? He's the one who told you? Su is a lying bastard you can't trust anything he says.

Grayson: I can't trust anything YOU say

Those words stun Gideon to the core, Grayson doesn't trust him anymore? His Grayson? Gideon doesn't know how to handle that information but slowly responds

Gideon: I promise Grayson it's not what you think. Daisuke is a business partner

Grayson: Oh my god. So it's true. If I never pressed you to tell me anything right now you wouldn't have told me! What's the tattoo they gave you? how would you have explained that?

Gideon: I love you. I wouldn't have lied to you Grayson

Grayson: This is getting too much...I need to go I need to leave

Gideon tries to chase after Grayson catching his arm before Grayson snatches it back "Leave me alone! I'm done! Leave me alone"

Gideon: Grayson. I know you're upset and I'm sorry but please we need to talk

Grayson: I'm tired of talking and waiting. Just...I just want to be alone!

Grayson leaves Gideon standing there alone in the hall. This isn't how things were supposed to go, entering into the stairwell Grayson lets the tears fall. He is tired, he misses Gideon already, and he wants things to go back to normal

???: You must think you're so great

The tears stop as Grayson sees Alaia standing at the top of the stairwell "You're actually not well. What's your problem"

Alaia: My problem is you! You ruined everything! I'm supposed to be with Gideon! Not you!

This is exhausting why should Grayson have to deal with the lunatic

Grayson: Even if there was no me, it still wouldn't be you. Even if I don't want Gideon you still can't have him you damn lunatic

Alaia screeches in anger and rushes towards Grayson. He notices something in her hands and he closes his eyes and braces himself but nothing comes

Grayson hears a commotion something falls to the floor, he hears a thud and someone groaning "Grayson! Are you okay?!"Opening his eyes Su is standing there and Alaia is knocked out on the floor with a knife across from her

Grayson: Omg she was really trying to kill me

Everything comes to a head and Grayson starts crying again he is just so tired "Su I'm tired I don't want to be here anymore I want to leave"

Su: Of course, let me call security for her and we'll go back to my place okay? You don't have to worry about a thing

Su calls security and they immediately handle Alaia and hand her off to the police. Veronica and Grayson are both distressed about what transpired over a few hours. Relationships are over, trust has been broken and hearts shattered. What a way to start the summer

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[thescarletchan]

Lay Low

ship: Jigen Daisuke x Reader

tags: Fluff, first meeting in a flashback, minor canon typical violenc

summary: After a heist, the Lupin Gang must find a place to hide while Zenigata searches for them. Jigen knows a place nearby, but it just happens to be his girlfriend's house. The girlfriend that the others don't know exists. Guess they'll find out now. 

word count:3757

a/n: I WROTE SOMETHING NOT IN FIRST PERSON

The yellow Fiat flew through the streets, drifting around corners and swerving around oncoming cars. Behind it, a swarm of police cars was in hot pursuit.

“Lupin! What’s the plan now?” The driver asked, a misshapen cigarette loosely hanging from the corner of his mouth.

“Just keep driving!” Lupin yelled back, glancing into the rearview mirror, moments before it was shot off, “Gah! Pops is getting more accurate. Mind driving a bit faster Jigen?”

“You wanna be the getaway driver next time?” Jigen responded, giving the wheel a sharp tug and driving onto a sidestreet. The police cars dashed past the turn, missing it entirely. 

Jigen pulled the car into a small alleyway, before turning off the engine, lights, and slinking lower in his seat. Lupin followed suit, and just as he did so, the police cars had turned back around and turned the corner, rushing down the street, not paying the small alley any mind.

“Do you have a place we can lay low?” Jigen whispered to Lupin, and saw as he shook his head.

“Not around here. You got anywhere?” Lupin asked, and Jigen froze.

“Well… yeah, but-”

“Then what are we waiting for, let’s go!” Lupin urged, and Jigen groaned.

“If I may.” Goemon spoke from the backseat.

“Oh, Goemon, I almost forgot you were there!” Lupin laughed out. Goemon gave him a look, “Go ahead.”

“Perhaps we shouldn’t invade Jigen’s privacy?” Goemon suggested.

“Do you have a place to hide?” Lupin asked, turning towards the back seat and giving the Swordsman a look.

“I… well no, but…” Goemon shrunk in his seat, and Lupin chuckled.

“Then it’s settled, Jigen, let’s go!” Lupin pointed forwards, out of the alley, and Jigen groaned once more.

“Fine.”

The Fiat pulled out of its hiding place and drove away, into the night.

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A town away, the Fiat pulled into a driveway. Jigen sat at the wheel as the other two men got out of the car, his cigarette now a stub. He flicked it into an ashtray, and grit his teeth as he looked at the house.

The lights were on, and he had parked next to her car, so he knew she was here. But he didn’t want to disturb her with this. That’s why he had been hesitant with this job from the start. Sure, it was an easy one that would bring in a fair bit of cash, but it was close to her home.

Knocking on his window broke him out of his angry daze.

“Oh Jigen, you gonna join us?” Lupin asked with a grin. Jigen groaned once more, and swung open his door, almost knocking Lupin over in the process. His hands were in tight fists as he took a few breaths to try and calm himself, even though it didn’t do much.

He walked up the pathway that led to the door, and the other two men followed quietly, except for Lupin’s occasional chuckle. He took a breath in before knocking on the door, in the same pattern he always did. One, then two, then one again. He waited, hearing footsteps approach the door. 

It swung open inwards, and he was met with a familiar smiling face.

“Jigen!” 

“Hey Sweetheart.” The greeting left his mouth before he could stop it, and there was a dramatic gasp from Lupin behind him.

“Sweetheart? Jigen, have you been holding out on us? Who is this?” Lupin asked, and the woman leaned to look around Jigen, spotting the other two.

“Oh, um, come in.” She moved out of the way and the three men walked in, Lupin and Goemon looking around while Jigen stayed with her.

“Listen, I’m sorry but-” He started, but she quietly shushed him.

“It’s fine, I understand. You know I have no issue with you guys laying low here.” She informed with her arms crossed, and Jigen sighed.

“I know. I just never wanted to need to take you up on that offer. It puts you in danger.” He said, hands for once leaving his pockets as he pulled her in for a hug.

“You’re always in danger. And I’m not new to it anyways.” She states, nearly laughing as she returns the embrace.

“Yeah, I know.” He looked down at her and grinned.

She lifted an arm to tip up his hat slightly, the rest of his face being revealed. He chuckled quietly and leaned down to press a light kiss onto her forehead.

“Hate to ruin such a tender moment and all, but are you gonna tell us who she is, Jigen?” Lupin called from the couch, where he had already made himself comfortable.

Jigen groaned, but the woman chuckled and walked towards the couch with him.

“Guys, this is Y/N and she’s my… uh.” He started the sentence confidently, but soon began to stumble over his words.

“Girlfriend.” She finished, and Jigen nodded, pulling his hat down to further cover his face and hide the growing red blush.

“Wow. You know, good for you Jigen. But I never saw it coming. I thought that if anyone here would have a secret girlfriend, it'd be Goemon with how often he disappears. How’d you two meet?” Lupin questioned.

“Well, yeah, but it’s a bit of a story.” Jigen said, a hand going to the back of his neck.

“What else are we doing?” Lupin countered, grinning, knowing that he had won.

“Alright, fine,” Jigen and Y/N sat down on the couch across from Lupin, who smiled excitedly. Goemon was sitting on a chair with his sword by his side, ready for the story.

“So you remember the solo job I did… about a year ago now?” Jigen asked, and Lupin began to choke on his own saliva. 

“You guys have been together for that long?” He yelled.

“No, shush. Do you remember the job?” Jigen got the conversation back on track and Lupin coughed, nodding.

“The one you came back empty handed from.” Lupin said in between coughs.

“I did not!”

“You didn’t have what you were going for, so you might’ve well come back with nothing!” Lupin argues back, and Y/N sighs.

“Boys! Will I need to tell the story?” She interrupted them, glancing back and forth between the both of them.

“Ah, no, sorry. Jigen, go on.” Lupin said, motioning for Jigen to continue.

“Right, well…”

*

Jigen crept through the dimly lit corridors, his gun in hand, ready for any guards that might cross his path.

Two more turns and he was there. The vault, his goal. The Crimson Star Ruby. 

He carefully peeked around a corner, and once he saw it was empty, turned right down the hall. Just one more turn and he was there. Quick and easy. In and out. No one would even know he was there.

Just then he heard sprinting down the hall. In front of him a dark figure ran through a connecting hallway, with four guards quickly in tow.

And they were running away from the vault. Jigen groaned internally, mentally debating what to do, looking back and forth down the hall.

He sighed, running after the person and the guards.

The figure had been cornered, with the four guards pointing their weapons at them. Looking past the guards, he could now tell that the figure was a woman as she turned around.

At first, Jigen recognized the skin tight black body suit she wore as Fujiko, and scowled, but he quickly realized that this woman wasn’t Fujiko. In one hand she held a laptop, and there was an empty holster on her thigh.

“Hey, how about you pick on someone your own size.” Jigen called to the guards, who turned around, momentarily scared. 

“Who’s this guy?” One asked, and the others shrugged.

“Who cares, they’re both thieves, let’s take them out.” Another speaks, and they lift their guns at Jigen.

The Gunman just grins, firing four times. Each shot hits the underside of the guard’s weapons, knocking the guns up into their faces and easily knocking them out. All four guards fell to the floor, and the woman let out a relieved sigh.

“Thanks for that.” She spoke, and Jigen adjusted his hat, turning back away from the dead end.

“It’s no problem, really.” He spoke, and she looked at him confused.

“You’re going the wrong way, you know.” She commented, and Jigen turned on his heel.

“What?” He asked as she turned towards the dead end wall. 

“Sure, on the blueprints it might look like the vault is somewhere else, but that’s just a trap.” She shrugged, one hand sliding down the wall, feeling for something.

“And how do you know that exactly?” Jigen questioned, and the woman opened her laptop.

“Because I’ve done my research. Not only did I look at the blue print, but I also found the schematics, finding the plans for the electrical systems, plumbing, and even the air vents. There’s tons more electricity flowing here than the supposed vault.” She answered, finally finding what she seemed to be looking for on the wall. She pressed a small section and a keyboard popped out.

“Woah,” He bent down to look at the keyboard, then he realized he was accidentally in her face, “Oh, sorry about that.” 

“It’s no problem, you saved my life.” She said, now placing a small device on the keyboard and plugging something into her own laptop.

“And you kept me from getting captured.” Jigen responded, and she nodded slightly.

“I suppose I did. So we’re even?” She asked, and Jigen grinned.

“Even.” He answered, and she began to focus on her laptop. Jigen leaned across from the woman, half watching her work and half keeping watch. As she typed away, her fingers dancing across the keys, sometimes without her even looking at them, Jigen grew curious.

“Are you a hacker or something?” He asked, and she chuckled.

“Or something,” She echoed back, “You heard the guard, I’m a thief, like you.” She said,  adjusting how she was crouching and balancing her laptop on her leg. It was the same leg that held the empty holster.

“You got a hoster, where’s your gun?” 

“Oh, that. I had it earlier. It got knocked away, my only choice was to run. I got down here, and well, you know the rest.” She chuckled lightly, and Jigen couldn’t help but laugh quietly with her.

“Glad I chose to run this way then.” He stated, and a comfortable quiet fell as she continued to type away.

“Got it,” The keyboard retracted back into the wall and the woman stood up, “So, what do you say to splitting the prize?” She asked as the dead end wall moved backwards before sliding into the wall to the right. She closed her laptop and stood up, looking towards the forming doorway.

“Not a problem.” Jigen responded as the light from the actual vault began to flood the dim hall.

“Well then, come on in…” She trailed off, waiting for a name.

“Daisuke Jigen.” He answered, and she grinned.

“Come on in, Jigen.” She welcomed him into the vault.

He had to suppress a shiver, her voice saying his name echoing in his head. Even though he had known her for all of five minutes, she intrigued him. Her sharp mind, quick wit, and the fact that she was easy on the eyes helped out. He had to quickly walk past her and into the vault. 

She walked after him and quickly headed to what could only be described as the crown jewel of the vault.

“The Crimson Star Ruby.” She stated, in awe.

On the pedestal in front of her was the aptly named Crimson Star Ruby. Unlike normal star rubies, which had six points on the lighter colored star, it had eight points and the star was a deep red color, making it incredibly rare.

“Well, it looks like we might have a problem.” He said, and she looked at him.

“You’re after it too, aren’t you?”  

“I am.” He answered simply, and her shoulders sank a bit.

“I don’t want to fight for it.” She said, and Jigen nodded.

“Me neither.” He answered, but there was a sound echoing through the still open hallway. 

Footsteps.

Rapid footsteps, and a lot of them.

“Looks like we were working on borrowed time.” She said, looking down the hall.

“And it just ran out,” Jigen could already see them coming down the hall, “You take it.”

“What?” “You take it, the ruby. You did most of the heavy lifting anyways. Take it and get out of here.” He drew his gun, reloading from the four shots he had fired earlier.

“I… Alright,” She snatched the ruby from the pedestal and pocketed it before looking around the room, and grabbing a few more things in close proximity, “Jigen listen. There are two secret exits to the vault, one there and the other is directly across from it.” She pointed to one side of the room.

“You take that one. I’ll hold them off and get out when I can.” He said, moving over towards the doorway, and the woman nodded.

“Got it. I’ll see you soon Jigen.” She said, pressing an unseen button besides where she was pointing, and a secret door opened. Jigen was momentarily confused by what she meant, but then he remembered her skills from earlier, and had no doubt that she could find him again.

“See you soon…” He stopped, realizing he didn’t know her name.

“Y/N.” She spoke, and he grinned.

“See you soon, Y/N.” He replied.

She turned away from Jigen, towards the now open door, in hopes of hiding the rising blush. He had just said her name, but it was something about the way he said it… He had interested her, that wasn’t a difficult task, she was naturally curious, but there was something so alluring about him. Maybe it was the air of mystery he had. Perhaps it was his pinpoint accuracy with that gun of his. But whatever it was, it could wait.

She gave him a small wave as she left, one which he returned before the gunfight started, and as soon as she went through the secret passageway, the door shut behind her, and she was gone.

*

“The next morning, she was at my door.” Jigen spoke, finishing off the story. Lupin was avidly listening the whole time, his only comment being when Jigen gave away the Ruby.

“How did you find him again?” Goemon asked.

“Oh, that was easy. Once I got to my own hotel room, I just used the city street cameras. It was a bit of a hassle to track him, but once he got to his own hotel, it was easy. Just saw what room he went into, wrote the number down, and went to bed.” She said with a small shrug.

“So what’s you two do then?” Lupin asked, the annoying grin he regularly wore on his face.

“Gross Lupin.” Jigen stated, glaring at him.

“We just talked. About heists we’d both done.” Y/N answered, and Lupin groaned, rolling his eyes.

“Of course you two talked shop. So boring.” Lupin leaned back, practically melting off the couch. 

“What did you talk about?” Goemon asked, ignoring Lupin’s disappointment.

“Favorite heists, most difficult, most dangerous, best haul. Stuff like that.” She responded and Goemon nodded. 

It went quiet for a moment, before Y/N spoke up again. “So, what brought you guys here?” She asked, and Lupin perked up again.

“Heist a town over.” He said, smiling proudly.

“Oh, what were you stealing?” She questioned again.

“A red diamond, bigger than the Moussaieff Red. Ten carats cut.” He stated, fixing his suit jacket as he spoke.

“That’s impressive. I assume that Inspector Zenigata guy found out?” 

“Yeah, that’s why we had to crash here. Apparently none of us own a safehouse out this way.” Jigen glared at Lupin, who just raised his arms defensively. 

The two started to bicker, and after a minute there was a knock at the door. The others jumped, and Jigen’s hand went inside his jacket.

“Are you expecting anyone?” He asked, and she nodded.

“I was actually. I had sort of planned a girls night with a friend.” She said, and the three men each pulled their own awkward face.

“Sorry, I didn’t know Sweetheart, we can leave-” Jigen started, but she shushed him as she went to the door.

“Oh no, it’s fine. You guys actually know her.” She opened the door, greeting her friend with a hug before moving aside so they could see her.

“Fujiko?” Lupin yelled, and she chuckled.

“Didn’t expect to see you boys here tonight. Although I did hear that Zenigata was after you three… again. Decided to hide here for now?” She asked as she walked in.

“Y/N, how do you know Fujiko?” Jigen asked, glaring at Fujiko. “Well, when I first started out as a thief, she sorta took me under her wing. She taught me some of the stuff I know today, we worked together for a while until we didn’t anymore.” She answered and Jigen scowled.

“Cause she backstabbed you?” “No, because I didn’t need her help anymore. We did a couple of other jobs together, but we’ve stayed friends. She’s actually how I found out about the Crimson Star Ruby.” I answered and Jigen froze.

“Hey, she told me about the Crimson Star Ruby after I got injured, so I passed it onto Jigen.” Lupin said, a huge grin on his face. 

Fujiko just shrugged, setting her bag down near the door and hanging up her jacket on the coat rack. Y/N walked back over to Jigen, tapping his shoulder lightly to bring him out of his daze.

“There’s no way.” He muttered as Fujiko joined the group in the living room.

“What do you mean?” She asked, feigning innocence.

“You set us up, didn’t you?” He asked, and she shrugged once more.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Jigen,” She said with a smirk, before facing Y/N, “So is girl’s night still on?”

“Uh, yes, but how about we call it… Thieves' Night! You know, cause we’re all… you guys get it. We can all just hang out while you guys lay low.” She suggested, looking to the others for their opinions. 

“That’s a great idea!” Lupin announced.

“I see no issue with it.” Goemon spoke from his seat.

“Sure.” Jigen said, still glaring at Fujiko.

“Are the snacks in the kitchen?” Fujiko asked, confirming that she was okay with the change in plans. Y/N nodded, sitting back down next to Jigen, “I’ll grab them.” “I’ll come with you!” Lupin hopped up and followed her into the next room.

“I can’t believe you deal with that level of energy all the time,” Y/N spoke, “It’s exhausting even for just a little while.”

“You get used to it.” Jigen responded with a sly grin, and Y/N dug her elbow into his ribs. This made him laugh, pulling her closer and throwing an arm over her shoulders. She practically melted into his side, getting as much contact as she could, because she knew he wasn’t one for PDA.

But when Fujiko and Lupin walked back in, bowls of snacks in hand, Jigen didn’t move away as she expected. If anything, he seemed to relax more. Lupin and Fujiko were enveloped in their own conversation, and Jigen looked at Y/N.

“I’m sorry we ruined your girls' night.” He said, but she just shook her head and sighed.

“It’s fine, really. Fujiko doesn’t even seem to mind,” She looked up at Jigen, reaching a hand up to tip back his hat slightly, just enough to see his eyes beneath the brim, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He smiled softly, in a way he only did when it was just the two of them.

“We should make Thieve’s Night a thing now.” Lupin spoke, and Y/N looked over.

“That’s a great idea!” She said, reaching forwards for the bowl of chips that Fujiko had put down a few moments earlier.

The group easily fell into a conversation and before they knew it, hours had passed.

“Well, I should be going. This was great Y/N!” Fujiko said as she collected her things and headed towards the door.

“Same time next week Fujiko?” Y/N asked as Fujiko opened the door. She nodded and left, and within the minutes, they could hear her car start and pull away.

“Man, I’m tired.” Lupin said, proving it with a yawn.

“Well, I have a guess room you could use,” Y/N said, and Lupin smiled, “As for Goemon…”

“I will be fine here.” He replied.

“Are you sure, I can figure out something.” She said, and he nodded.

“And I think we all know where Jigen’s sleeping.” Lupin giggles out as he stands, stretching. 

“Hah hah.” Jigen grumbled as he stood, Y/N standing with him.

“Guest room is the second on the right. Bathroom is right before it.” She informed Lupin, who nodded and yawned once more, heading towards the guest room.  Jigen and Y/N headed over to her own room, both of them immediately flopping onto her bed.

“That was pretty fun.” She said, rolling over to face Jigen. He had placed his hat on the nightstand beside her bed. 

“Yeah,” he responded, trailing off a bit, “Still, I’m sorry we interrupted.”

“It’s fine, really. You guys can crash here anytime, running from Zenigata or not. It’s nice to have company that isn’t Fujiko.” She said with a small laugh.

“About that, why’d you never tell me you knew Fujiko?” He asked.

“Well, I knew your opinion on her… and it never really came up in conversation. Sorry if-” 

“No need to apologize Sweetheart, it just surprised me,” He said, moving a bit closer to her, placing his forehead on hers as they laid there. She closed her eyes and smiled softly, beginning to fall asleep, “I guess I need to thank her though.” He said, and that snapped her awake.

“What? Why?” 

“She definitely set us up.” He stated. She burst out in laughter.

“You think so?” 

“Yeah.” He said as her laughter died down.

“Well, I’m glad she did then.” She said, closing her eyes once more, snuggling closer to Jigen, who put an arm around her waist, holding her close.

“Me too.” He responded, closing his eyes as well, as the pair drifted off to sleep.

[baileypie-writes]

Hi! Is it possible to have Jigen Daisuke x male reader. The reader has burns on his body and face, and has long hair, and Jigen helps with his hair.

Thank you

A/N ~ Sure! I hope I understood your request correctly, apologies if I didn’t. Hope you enjoy!

~Hair Care~

Jigen Daisuke x Male!Reader

Fandom: Lupin the Third

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Male, has long hair

Relationship: Romantic

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG

Synopsis: Since you’re unable to take care of your hair, Jigen lends you a hand.

Warnings: Burns(Reader), interrupted kiss.

~Masterlists~

~Lupin the Third Masterlist~

Disclaimer: I have only seen the 2019 film, and Castle of Cagliostro. I have not yet seen the series. So if anything is inaccurate, I apologize.

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A groan erupted from your chest as your body punished you, yet again, for moving just a few inches. Your body was covered with burns, the result of a heist gone wrong, and you’ve been bedridden for the past few days.

You felt disgusting. You were unable to shower, brush your hair, or basically anything to take care of your hygiene, since every time you moved even slightly, it felt like your skin was being ripped off. The only thing you could bring yourself to do, was brush your teeth. But even then, that didn’t do much.

“Hey.” You heard a familiar voice say, following a knock at your bedroom door. It was your boyfriend, Jigen.

“Come in.” You said, in a clearly miserable tone. The door handle turned, and Jigen walked in holding a bottle of burn cream.

“Time for your treatment.” He said. You groaned, knowing it was gonna be painful. He helped you sit up, being careful around your burns. After squeezing out some cream, he gentle applied it to them. You hissed in pain, and Jigen mumbled out a small apology.

“The bottle’s almost empty, so Lupin and Goemon left to get some more.” He told you. You hummed, currently in too much pain to form an actual response.

After the treatment was done, Jigen got up from the bed. You could just barely see him hiding a smirk from under his hat. “What’s so funny?” You asked, annoyed.

“Nothin’” He tried to brush it off. But a small glare from you got him to spit it out. “Okay, fine. Your hair’s just a mess. It looks like a birds nest.”

You sighed. “Yeah, I know. I just haven’t been able to take care of it lately. It feels so greasy and gross.”

Jigen hummed. “Hang on a minute.”

You watched as he left the room, curious as to what he was doing. A few moments later, you heard a faucet running from the bathroom. It went on for a minute before stopping. A few more moments later, Jigen returned carrying a large tub of water, with shampoo, conditioner and some towels tucked under his arms.

“Aw, thanks Jigen.” You said. He just smiled, and placed the tub on a tall stool. He moved it to the edge of the bed, and patted the mattress to call you over. You did as he said, with some struggle and pain, laying down with your head hanging off the edge, over the tub.

Jigen grabbed an empty cup from your nightstand, and filled it with the water. “Ready?” He asked. You nodded.

He dumped the water over your hair. It was warm, and felt pleasant, so you closed your eyes. Over and over, Jigen wet your hair until it was completely soaked. After that, the sound of a bottle opening let you know that he was about to wash your hair. The slightly cold sensation of the soap soon followed.

Jigen gave your hair a thorough scrub, leaving no strand unwashed. The feeling of his fingers massaging your scalp relaxed you, to the point where you started to drift off a bit. More water came to rinse off the suds and bubbles, waking you right up.

The conditioner was next. It was the same routine; Jigen massaging the soap into your scalp, then rinsing it all out. Afterwards, he squeezed your hair, getting all the access water out. He then grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around your head.

“Here, lemme help you sit up.” He said. He held the towel in place with one hand, and placed his other on your back, pushing you up.

You were about to thank him, but he suddenly started aggressively rubbing the towel on your head. “Ack! Jigen, hey!” You could hear him chuckle through the sounds of the fabric.

Finally, he released your head. And while you couldn’t see it, you knew your hair was a mess. “Now it probably looks worse than it did before.” You groaned in annoyance.

“Relax man, I’ll take care of that in a second.” Jigen said, then smacked your back playfully, forgetting about your burns. “Oh, sorry.” He apologized after you hissed in pain.

He gathered the soaps and the tub, and left the room with them. You just remained sat on the bed, waiting for him to return. You heard water being dumped out into the bathtub, and moments later, Jigen came back with your hairbrush.

Standing behind you once again, he carefully began undoing the knots in your hair. He started from the very bottom, gently guiding the bristles of the brush through it. Once there were no more tangles, he moved up. This repeated again and again, until he reached the top of your head. At that point, he was able to move the brush completely down your hair without running into a knot.

“Alright, you’re done.” Jigen said, patting your back, gently this time.

You ran your fingers through your hair, feeling its smoothness. It felt amazing to not have it greasy anymore. You could also smell the scent from the soaps, much better than its musty smell from before. “Thanks so much. This feels so much better.”

“Yeah, I bet.” He said. He walked around the bed, so he was in front of you now. He sat next to you, and tilted his hat back a bit. You knew what that meant, so you leaned in just as he did. But right as your lips were about to touch-

“Guys, we’re back. We got your burn cream, (name)-“ Lupin interrupted. His signature, cheeky smirk spread across his face once he saw the scene in front of him. “Ohhh~ well excuse me for interrupting.” He teased.

“Oh piss off, Lupin.” Jigen said, looking around for anything to throw at him.

You laughed, then remembered the hairbrush. You sneakily handed it to Jigen, which he smiled at. With one skillful throw, the brush hit Lupin in the head. “Owww.” He complained. “C’mon guys, I was just teasing.”

Jigen continued arguing, then Goemon eventually came in. “I suggest you all stop acting like children, and like men. Do not make me get out my zantetsuken. I do not wish to yet again cut something worthless.” He threatened.

Everybody stopped. “Anyway uh… thanks Lupin.” You said awkwardly, holding out your hand. Lupin gave you the burn cream, and headed out. Goemon followed.

You could hear Jigen grumbling something about Lupin being annoying, and you smiled. You placed a hand on his shoulder, which made him turn his head. His lips met yours, and you finally got that kiss.

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~~baileypie-writes

[atsoraasayoma]

Takari Week

Second Day: Second Meeting

Title: Who Gets To Walk You Home?

Summary: Takeru has to come to terms with the fact a new Digidestined, Daisuke Motomiya, whom has been jealous of Takeru for his past relationship with Hikari, will now be the one with Taichi's favor and the one who gets to walk her home from school. Nevertheless, Takeru is determined to still take care of her and will come to a resolution understanding just where their relationship stands.

*****

Takeru had to admit the first time he got jealous of Daisuke he had grown such a feel for toying with him. It seems even Hikari had some playful fun messing with him, no ill harm of course. Daisuke was just the kind of guy who overreacted so much everyone around him couldn't help but stop, smile and have a good laugh. He was so good about it too afterwards he even had a good chuckle himself.

Yet, that day, the very first day of school, Takeru for once felt jealous of Daisuke. He never knew it, but, after the battle with monochrome had twisted Hikari's ankle and he had alerted Taichi, the bravery of Daisuke awakened his own Digital Egg and Flamedramon unleashed a blazing fire rocket stopping the monochrome in it's place and bringing it to his senses.

He immediately ran to tell Taichi about, noticing Hikari wince as she tried to move it. The next few moments burrowed in his mind much like his hat sinking over his face when it was all over. Her words rang through clearer now, the smoldering of fire still hanging loosely in the air.

***

As the smoldering flames shattered the dark ring around her, the Monochromon shook it's head and ran on it's way. Hikari waved as it ran, groaning slightly as she stood there, Tailmon already rubbing her ankle.

"Is this any better Hikari?" she asked, her watery sky blue eyes concerned for her partner.

Hikari smiled gracefully. "That really helps Gattomon. But don't worry, I'll be ok."

Takeru, still panting for breath, would not take that at face value. Hikari always downplayed herself even when she was injured, fro what he knew from his memories. If she said she was 'ok' she was definitely NOT 'ok.' If she said nothing was wrong then there was something 'wrong', especially when she had such a disarming sad smile on her face. It was much like Takeru's smile hiding his own emotion. But, strangely enough, smiling with her that day in class, telling her jokes- it all felt so real.

He started walking forward about ready to call her name when out of the corner of his eye Daisuke rushed forward grinning from ear to ear. "Did you see me Hikarichan?!" he shouted delighted with himself. "There I was! Your great hero Daisuke summoned forth the power of Flamedramon, and -Bam!" he said punching his fist, Flamedramon burst into action and beat the bad guy! Now I'm here to rescue you! He said holding out his hand, Hikari looking a bit distanced from him.

"That was nice of you, Daisuke," she said, "And I am grateful but you don't need to romanticize it when it just happened," she smiled wryly giggling a bit afterwards.

"Ah! I made you laugh!" he said clenching his fists excitedly. "Don't worry Hikari!" he said grabbing her by the shoulders shaking her much to Takeru's displeasure. "I'll save you next time to!" he said enthusiastically, Takeru noticing Hikari wincing again.

He gripped his fist and rushed over. "Hey!" he said catching his attention, but finding it hard to be mad at him. Ok, maybe just a little bit. He acted like a happy go lucky puppy who didn't understand what it would be like to be scolded after just being who he was.

He went over to them forcing a smile on his face. "Taichi!" he called out, Taichi hurrying over.

"That was really something you guys! Taichi said amazed. "Armor Digivolving huh? And I thought I've seen everything!"

He began to extol Daisuke's virtues handing him his goggles thereafter, Takeru a bit taken aback, but at the same time happy for him. Then again, Takeru knew this meant he had Taichi's blessing -whatever that meant. And, with how he had seen Daisuke simping after Hikari he did not like it at all.

It did not help even Hikari called 'them' cute. Thankfully she did not call Daisuke that. Takeru might have resigned himself to live in the Digital World if she did. Patamon kept giving him odd glances here and there, but his best buddy did not understand what he was feeling.

What was it? Jealousy? Anger? Both? He pondered about it, noticing Hikari was nursing her ankle a little more leaning on the left foot supporting herself.

"That doesn't look good," he mumbled to himself, Hikari noticing him stare at her ankle concerned.

They met eyes for a moment, Takeru managing an awkward hand lifted in the air as if saying not to worry about anything, Hikari nodding her head smiling.

She knew that he knew it hurt more than she was letting on. But, with Taichi and Daisuke both all energetic her condition was kind of just set to the side. And, Takeru, for once would not let something like this just slide.

"Taichi," he said walking over, Hikari just turning to the side so she wouldn't be noticed, "We've got to get her ankle looked at."

"Hmm?" he said curiously. "She said she's ok," Taichi said. "I don't think that-"

"-Come on, you know her better than that," he said concerned. "I know it's a really big deal about what happened today, but please, can you take her home or at least the nurses office to look at it?"

"You make a good point," he said folding his arms thinking about it. He glanced at Daisuke still excited talking to Hikari who at this point started to look worn out.

"Tell you what? When we get back why don't you take her to the nurses office?"

"Me?" Takeru said incredulously gesturing to himself. He thought for sure he would have recommended Daisuke after he gave him his 'blessing' and all that but-

"-You're incredible Takeru, you know that?" he said placing his hand on his shoulder. "You always did keep a close eye on Hikari. I'm looking forward you to keeping it up!" he snickered.

Takeru smiled back not quite sure knowing what he meant.

"By the way," he said, "Did you know Daisuke lives nearby? We live in the same direction."

"Hmm," Takeru mulled it to himself. "So? What are you trying to say Taichi?"

"Oh, I'm not saying anything," he said resting his heads lifting it into the air. "I'm just thinking out loud. I'm just a concerned brother worried about his sister. I can leave her to you at least for today, right?" he glanced his way, a touch serious.

"I won't let her down Taichisan," he said a bit seriously himself, much like his younger self promising to protect Hikari from that gigantic metal dinosaur Machinedramon all those years ago.

"Good," he said smacking him in the back.

"But, what are you going to do?" he asked.

"Well, after what's happened today we got to let the others know. This is like 'Breaking News for Digidestined,' he grinned. "We're all going to meet up at the school playground in a couple of hours. Can you watch her until then for me?"

"That's all well and good," Takeru said glancing at Daisuke wearing Hikari out, "But what about Daisuke?"

"Don't worry about him," he replied. "I'll think of something…"

***

..When they had all returned crashing back through the computer in the computer lab they came out in a jumbled mess, Hikari having crashed into the girl Takeru had walked to school with this morning along with that same younger boy. Unfortunately poor Koushiro somehow had gotten caught up in the mix and was nearly crushed by everyone on the bottom, his hand stretched out like the last ditch effort to survive from someone about ready to pass on.

As they got up, Hikari's leg twitched, Takeru the only one having seen it.

As the newer kids who turned out also happened to be newer Digidestined built up excitement after Daisuke regaled them with a quick summary of what happened, everyone soon realized they had to leave. Takeru, keeping a close on Hikari tried to get the excited Miyako to leave gesturing her towards the exit as they were going to make their way home.

Koushiro stayed behind in the computer lab checking up on something. Just outside the lab Hikari looked a bit tired resting her poor ankle against the other leaning into the wall.

Takeru swallowed motioning towards her and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Hikari," he said, Hikari out of it, trying to maintain her balance.

She glanced over at the side towards him, her eyes a bit dazed. She closed her eyes nearly out of it collapsing against him, Takeru catching her back.

"Don't worry Hikarichan," he said softly, Hikari mumbling a bit. "I've still got you."

The thrashing footsteps of Daisuke jumped closer to them, Daisuke concerned. "Hikarichan!" he shouted. "Why didn't you say it hurt that bad!" he said. "This ain't good. We got to get you some band aids or a- a- soda-pop or –

-"Daisuke!" Taichi called out, Takeru relieved.

From behind him Taichi wrapped his arm around his neck almost like he had snagged a collar. "She'll be fine," he said. "Let's just let her have something breathing room."

"B-but Hikari," he said, his nostrils fuming breathing heavily.

"Don't worry she'll be fine," he said managing to turn him around and walking away with him. "By the way have I ever told you about the time I won second prize in a soccer competition?"

"Man, I've heard that story like a hundred times already!" he replied, "But it psyches me up every time! Let's hear it again!"

"You got it," he said Taichi raising his hand up giving a thumbs up as he escorted Daisuke away from them, Takeru sighing in relief.

He glanced at Hikari whose eyes were already closed, and, possibly even asleep.

"Taichi to the rescue," he quipped as they headed to the nurses office.

***

Unfortunately, the nurse had already left for the day, but still there were beds available and not a soul in sight. He escorted her slowly up to the one of the beds, Hikari groaning in a half comatose state.

"Their we are Hikarichan," he said. "Time for bed," he added, Hikari climbing in slowly kicking off her shoes on the way.

She rested her head against the pillow, Takeru still catching a hint of smoke from the strands of her hair. The poor girl was sprawled out, but wasn't resting peacefully. Not with that ankle anyway.

With her left foot out, Takeru swallowed nervously. He looked around realizing right now Hikari could only count on him to help. There was no nurse. There were no adults. There was no Jou. That last one made him smile a bit realizing how much he had relied on the diligent Digidestined's guidance.

He swallowed as he reached forward and removed her light pink sock stained with grass and a hint of gray to them. It wasn't like he was doing anything untoward but he could not help but feel a sense of guilt that he let this go on too long. The younger him would have grabbed Hikari's hand and ran with her to primary village for healing in the Digital World. But, now a bit older, and here in their world, the nuances were a lot different.

He glanced at her lower leg admiring the pale complexion and just, well- it was Hikari- the girl he cared more for than anyone else except maybe his Mom. Even though it had been years he swore to himself he would not let anything bad happen to her. But, after what happened, he felt he had let her down, his chest starting to beat furiously within himself angrily he didn't protect her.

He kept looking at her foot and finally noticed the ankle swollen a light green and yellow. It didn't look too bad, but he knew he better do something if he wanted it to stay that way!

He glanced around looking for anything to help. An ice pack, bandages, or- yes! He threw open a glass cabinet and found some wrapping bandages and also a bottle of antiseptic.

"If only there was a cold compress somewhere," he said to himself. "Then I could-"

His eyes locked into a half open drawer staring in and finding one. He guessed someone else needed one but either changed their mind or forgot to lock up. He then located a small fridge in the back filled it with ice cubes and brought it back.

With everything there he needed to act fast. "Come on," he said to himself. "You can do this. What was it that Jou taught you before about first aid? You know this."

He concentrated thinking back to the days of summer camp and when he had nearly accident cut off one of Jou's fingers. Thankfully he had missed, but, after that Jou was a lot more strict with him. He taught him about wood carving, building a birds nest, and how to dress bandages. In fact, he remembered so vividly how Jou even let Takeru try to dress his wounds and he ended up wrapping him up almost like a mummy!

He grinned, remembering afterward Jou scolding him and then teaching him about addressing different injuries. He never needed to use those skills in the Digital World, but without a doubt they could be really useful right here and now.

He braced himself and set to work following Jou's strict guidance and remembering whenever he made a mistake the narrowing eyes of Jou lecturing about the proper etiquette of being a good Samaritan- err doctor- err something. It was pretty easy to get him rattled so he didn't quite remember all the words, but just the actions.

Not thinking about it too long he set to work disinfecting around her ankle, wrapping the backside firmly, but not too tight and applying the cold compress on the joint.

All the while Hikari grimaced, until the ice finally worked it's magic and she breathed out easily, her brow relaxing and finding the rest she sorely needed.

Takeru remained steadfast his hand holding the cold compress against her ankle, his fingers and palm starting to feel the cold. He switched hands every now and then making sure not to wake her, his 'I must protect Hikarichan' focus keeping him locked in.

***

For the next several hours Takeru remained there watching Hikari and glancing outside a small window noticing the tint of the lowering sun dyeing the sky in a melancholy glow.

It went through just right, the beams shining in, as if, by it's gentle healing touch awaking Hikari. She half yawned rubbing her eyes and opened them, Takeru breathless by how much he truly admired everything about her -even the cute way she woke up after a nap.

"T-Taichi?" she said half awake, "Are you there? Is Mom home?" she asked, Takeru realizing maybe she had gotten the wrong idea and thought that Taichi had taken her home.

He kept his hand applied to her compress even though it was not as cold anymore.

"Welcome back Hikarichan," he answered, smiling gently so as not to startle her.

Her eyes widened, looked at him and then looked down at herself, her body immediately clamming up, her face a pleasant red to Takeru.

"What's wrong?" he asked, for the first time actually enjoying her condition, "There's no need to feel embarrassed."

Hikari glanced at him, her cheeks rosy and covered herself with a blanket. "That's not fair Takeru," she sulked. "I hope I wasn't drooling or anything."

"Nope, you were drool free," he grinned. "Don't you remember back then when I watched over you when you had that fever after we fell into that dark hole all those years ago in the Digital World? Think of it like that ok?"

Hikari uncovered herself, the covers under eyes, but still covering her cheeks and embarrassment. "Ok."

***

Takeru spent the next quarter of an hour explaining what had happened, Hikari nodding her head, at last throwing her head back on the pillow.

"All that happened, didn't it?" she wondered aloud. "I guess it wasn't a dream."

"Neither is your foot," Takeru said. "You said you had twisted it so Taichi told me to take you over here.

"Oh," she said moving her foot, her face downcast a little bit.

"What is it Hikarichan?"

"It's not as bad as it looks," she said moving her toes and shaking her foot a little. "More than anything it was Daisuke just sapping me of all my strength," she sighed. "I thought I had gotten used to it, but when he saved me, between that and the shock and the pain it just kind of overwhelmed me," she confessed lowering her head a little.

She seemed to not say anything, Takeru daring to inch closer bending down and looking at up her face.

"Hikarichan, what's wrong?"

She glanced at him and then back down again. "Takeru, this was another obligation wasn't it? I know that you had other things you could have been doing. You probably just held onto the promise of protecting me when we were kids right? Just like he had asked you-"

-Ok, that melancholy lull coming from her had really stirred him up!

"Hikarichan!" Takeru exclaimed frustrated holding onto both of her shoulders and staring down at her. "I'm here because I WANT to be here. I WANT to be with you. And no one, not the Digital World, not Taichi, not even Homeostasis is forcing me! This is MY choice," he said firmly, Hikari staring back up at him, her eyes sparkling brown with flecks of amber.

Takeru, just realizing how close they were in proximity immediately backed up sitting back down at the edge of the bed.

"S-sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to snap at you like that."

Hikari glanced down at her foot, smiled tenderly at him and just beamed 'light.'

"I'm not mad," she said. "Just the opposite actually. I'm glad you don't see me as an obligation. In fact, I wonder, am I really here or am I still asleep?"

Takeru smiled, at peace like he always had been with her. "Well then, if you are, would you say the 'Takeru' here is 'dreamy?'

"Only in your dreams!" she laughed, Takeru laughing with her.

Oh, if only he was asleep.

***

As they talked and caught back up about everything, a veil seemed to have been lifted. Yes, Takeru was new to this school. He didn't really know the environment that well, but he did know the older Digidestined were still a closely knit group and, Hikari, more than all of them combined felt closer to him even more.

He felt like he could walk over to her, give her a hug, and tell her he would always be there, but, that would be way too forward. I mean, do friends even do that sort of thing? He wisely decided to let it rest. Maybe one day, but for now he could only bask in her glow enjoying their time together.

The time came for the Digidestined meeting, Takeru moving Hikari's shoes so she could get up and slide into them.

"How's your ankle? He asked.

"A lot better," she replied. "Only because a certain blond haired 'prince' happened to notice."

Takeru smirked. "If I'm a blonde haired prince then does that makes you a sleeping princess? Like Sleeping Beauty?"

Both of them grinned at each other one upping each other when the nurses door opened Taichi stepping in.

"Heh, more like Sleeping Princess Beautifull of it!" he grinned, Takeru a bit embarrassed he had caught their conversation.

"Taichi!" Hikari exclaimed.

"Hey Hikari," he said. "Feeling better? Everyone's heading over to the playground to get up to speed on what happened today."

"Please don't mention my ankle," she said. "I don't want to get in the way of-"

"-Don't worry sis,"Taichi said reaching into his pocket and texting. "And if it hurts you can always just lean on Takeru here like you always used to."

Hikari's face burned up pink as Takeru glance down nervously at her. She seemed to want to say something but quietly stared at Taichi fuming.

It was time to let off that steam.

"Don't worry Hikarichan," Takeru said placing his hand on her shoulder and smiling pleasantly. "I'm here for you if you need me."

Hikari nodded her head, a nod and murmur of approval echoing from her lips. "Yeah." she smiled relaxing, her standing in a graceful position as if just by his touch she had been fully healed. "Let's just pick it up where we left off like before," she added as if securing just what their relationship was in their eyes.

And they started walking as if they had not skipped a beat all those years ago in their Digital Adventures.

It felt bittersweet as they walked in stride. Right now, this honor, this desire of his heart to walk step by step with her was Takeru's. Yet, he remembered Taichi's words before. On the way back from school, if not Taichi, Daisuke would be the one to walk with her back. Hikari might be uncomfortable, but maybe she would get used to it. Maybe she would even start to enjoy it? But he remembered so clearly all they had gone through. Just because she walked home with another boy would not really change their relationship would it? And just exactly what was their relationship if not a boy and a girl fond of each other from back when they were younger kids who had a unique bond few others could understand?

Regardless, Takeru felt determined. Things would work out somehow. Daisuke might be walking her back from school the rest of the year, but today, THAT was Takeru's honor. THAT was his privilege. THAT was his desire. He might feel a bit anxious at times moving forward because of him, or maybe any other adolescent boys who stepped too close towards her, but as long as Hikari wanted him to be with her, he would shield her with one arm and go 'Digital' should the situation call for it.

Realizing such feelings Takeru felt peace wash over him as he glanced at Hikari, lovely as ever. He loved her idea. He smiled back as they pleasantly walked, Hikari no longer off balanced or in pain or feeling even the slightest distance from him. Because Takeru knew now, more than ever, she could lean on him whenever she wanted to… And he would always welcome her… one day, maybe, with open arms and a warm embrace.

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drabble...

"I love you."

Daisuke kissed the face of the sleeping man beside him, both naked under the duvet covers. The large window panels adjacent to them had maroon curtains shielding the striking shine of the early morning.

Some had managed to peek through, peering inside managing to give Daisuke Yuichi just enough light to reflect in his eyes the beautiful man he had in his arms.

(h/c) hair tousled, skin with (s/c) ink and his heartbeat that was beating underneath Daisuke's hand was nothing short of perfection to him.

Lips pressed into the plush of (m/n)'s cheek, Daisuke peppering kisses all over his face again. "I love you. I love you so much." He pressed another one into his forehead and it woke the (h/c).

"Daisuke..." Groaning, (m/n) winced when he tried to turn his body, feeling a sharp ache striking his bottom. "What are you doing?" The ravenette who placed his face close to the (h/c), his beefy arms caging his body, grinned.

"Nothing."

(m/n) frowned, his head still dizzy and his skin prickling, coated with the aftermath of their passionate scandal in Daisuke's room. He noticed the ravenette was hugging him in his bed and he pushed lightly, opting to leave.

He heard the latter whine and pulling him in closer, Daisuke burying his face into his shoulder. "It's already morning." (m/n) stated firmly, not wanting any other member of the Daisuke household catching him naked in the ravenette's bed. "And? No one's going to come in, just stay put." "Don't think your dad would be happy seeing this."

"My dad likes you. He'd be fine with it."

(m/n) was a bit bothered by the implication, as he managed to slither out of the ravenette's hold, sitting on the edge of the plush bed. He cringed as he felt something pool out of his stretched hole, the wetness staining the covers as Daisuke grabbed his wrist gently.

"Think' you should stay longer." He mumbled, brushing his nose on the tip of (m/n)'s ear, his other hand slinking down the (h/c)'s chest and near his privates. "We did a lot last night." "Nothing's ever enough for me." "Greedy."

(m/n) swatted his face, laughing at his flustered expression. There was no label to them, lovers- friends? Close friends, maybe. A bit too close perhaps.

A whine escaped his throat as Daisuke's hand managed to firmly press against his crotch, his middle finger curling past his hardening cock and dipping into the soft hole he had pounded into last night.

"You'd know me by now." Daisuke whispered, his lips grazing over his jaw as he took (m/n)'s lips for his to claim. The (h/c) sighed as he melted into the ravenette, leaning his body against the kneeling ravenette behind him.

Daisuke continued to finger him, fishing out dried cum and circling around his rim, stretching his loose hole further and (m/n) spread his legs ever so slightly, bucking his hips up against his hand.

"Mmff-ah!" He gasped. The ravenette pulled himself away from the squirming (h/c) just to press their foreheads together, their breaths mixing as their guttural heat began to rose along with the awakening sun.

"Stay a bit longer." (m/n) yelped when Daisuke's pointer finger hit his prostate, curling and mercilessly pressing into the sensitive bundle. His thighs shook as the ravenette began to lick his ear, cooing at him to stay in his arms for a while longer.

"Maybe just...for an hour or two." Daisuke smiled to himself, knowing they were bound to stay at least for half a day as he pulled (m/n) back to the center of the bed, eager to taste the ever-loving man that had warmed his bed for the past two weeks.

The man he had grown to love and cherish with all of his heart, pulling and grasping at his back with equal fervour and somewhere inside Daisuke's mind, he wished it was with equal love he had for (m/n) (l/n).

[END SCENE]

Afterthoughts :

I just miss Daisuke like a lot hm🥲

Ill edit this properly later. Until then!

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

FFXIV Write: Telling

In which Ser Hamignant Varlineau questions a certain someone about a secret. SFW.

“There’s something you’re not telling me.” Ser Hamignant Varlineau’s eyes narrowed. At six fulms eight ilms and very large, he cut the imposing aura of his father Ser Estinien with the we’ll call it “fluffy” body type of his mother the Warrior of Light. “What is it?”

“I…It’s nothing…”

The Temple Knight rolled his eyes. “You can lie to everyone else, but you can’t lie to me.”

I’m your twin, Marc.

We’re identical.

I know you, mate.

Marcelin threw his hands in the air and groaned. “Fine! I’m going to ask Ebegei to marry me, and—HAMI!”

I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!!!

Sylv owes me fifty gil.

Hamignant let out a cheer and hugged his twin. “Oh Marc, that’s wonderful news. Truly wonderful.”

Like Mummy, Marcelin blushed and smiled. “Aye.”

“Have you told anyone else?”

He shook his head. “No. I do have an idea of when and where but not how yet. I was thinking…” Uh oh. “Fuck it, should I do what you did when you proposed to Daisuke?”

Hamignant loved his twin dearly.

He’s a master of woodworking. An artist of renown. Has as big a heart as Mummy and Bapa put together.

He’s also a bit of a dumbass sometimes.

“Marc. Marc. Marc.” Hamignant drawled, dragging Marcelin by the arm to the bed in one of Uncle Aymeric’s many guest rooms. Marc’s in Ishgard for a job, and then off to propose I suppose! Heh. “In the moment, I trust you’ll find the right words.”

As they had done since they were small children, the twins sat side by side on the bed---Hamignant on the right, Marcelin on the left.

Spreading his thighs and resting his hands at the top of his belly, Marcelin heaved a sigh. “I hope so.”

“Oh Marc,” Hamignant threw an arm around his brother’s broad shoulders. “Remember what Granddad said to Mum: trust your heart because it’ll never lead you astray.” He grinned. “You’ll do great. I know it.” He then laughed. “After all, you can’t possibly be worse than when Laure proposed to Fry.” The two laughed heartily.

Poor bastard was so nervous he lost his lunch.

Even Bapa didn’t do that!

Once the laughter died down, the two stared into identical brown eyes.

Marcelin smiled like the cutest fucking dope. Wait, that means I do the same thing. Shit. “Thanks, Hami.”

“For you, dear brother, anything.” Anything and everything, Marc. We came into the world together. We’ll go into the lifestream together. And when you say “I do” to Ebegei and cry as much as Bapa, I’ll be by your side. He squeezed Marcelin’s shoulder. “Now, tell me what you’ve planned so far…”

[hellsdogs]

gift for dai !

               @mamuushi​ submitted :

for yamazaki daisuke’s birthday, yuka gifted him a home - made beaded bracelet, but instead of beads they are adorable pig heads with big, charcoal eyes and tiny little smiles. she bought everything in the kids’ section, just for your information. yet, she’s now leading him to his main gift. dressed in a mini cottage - core black dress, her heavily tattooed skin  and a pastel blue graphic eyeliner paired with a neutral lip gloss make up for the lack of jewelry. the hem of her dress swirls everytime she excitedly moves, leading dai by his hand. he can perfectly see where they are going - the infamous famous slaughter house - yuka has long given up about keeping a blindfold on him. when they come inside, there is a man tied to a chair. his head hangs low, his black hair coated in red. he is almost naked, aside from his underwear where is a big stain of blood seeping through, in short, she had cut off his man hood. the rest of his body is covered in relatively surface level wounds.yuka dances closer to the man on the balls of her feet, stands next to him and bends down so their faces are on the same level, with her right hand she cups his jaw and cheeks, forcing his head up to look up at dai. the man groans in pain and whimpers in fear, conscious enough to know what is going on. yuka made sure to keep him relatively alive. for now. she beams, the cutest innocent smile. “ look what i got you. ” a traitor, someone who stole money from them and fucked off, the rest of the men unable to trace him, but yuka got her ways. and what a better gift than this.she lets go off him and approaches dai, lightly wrapping her hand around his neck to yank him down so she can rests her orehead against his. her chest rises up and down in heavy breathes, dreamily she speaks. “ he’s also been saying around he fucked me,” a lie - yuka has a rather high standards, thank you very much,  “ so i made sure he can’t fuck at all. ” a sly smile appeats on her lips. “ take me and show him how a real man can make me feel. ” ( noticed it was dai’s bday on the 10th and crazy psychotic yuka wanted to give him a gift<3 they make me sickk (affectionate) )

Dai’s manic laughter explodes in the room, a wild, euphoric symphony of madness as soon as his eyes lock onto the broken figure tied to the chair. His gaze is filled with a frenzied joy, uncontainable excitement. “Holy fucking shit, holy FUCKING SHIT!” his voice, a raw shout of delight. He strides over to the man, who’s bruised but still conscious enough to feel, just the way he likes them, Yuka knows him, she knows him so damn well. Grabbing the traitor’s hair, Dai yanks his head up roughly, the man’s face a mask of fear and pain and beg for mercy. Dai’s laughter rings out again, a manic crescendo. “What’s this huuhhh? You little stupid little bitch. You’ve been talking shit about fucking my girl huhhhh?” His anger flares, and he kicks the chair hard, sending the man sprawling to the floor with a growl. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA FUCK we’re going to have so much fucking FUN with this one.” He turns, making two quick, ecstatic dancing steps to join Yuka again. His eyes are light with a twisted mix of admiration and desire to consume her all as he grabs and pullss her closer, his grip on her waist firm and possessive. His touch is always rough like that when he handles her but it means she’s his, and he’s driven by a hunger that borders on madness. “You’re my fucking goddess, you’re my Fucking Godess. My fucking angel from all this hells i’m gonna end into. I’m so fucking hard for you.”  He speaks on a manic speed his voice dripping almost in a whisper of suave and honey and greed as he leans in, his breath hot against her neck, kisses and bites and everything he can get he’s devouring her in a playful way. His fingers dug into her chin then, making her to meet his gaze, their foreheads then one against the other as she pulls him down, his eyes reflecting all the passion he has for her. “You want me to show him what a real man can do?” he growls, his voice vibrating with a dark promise. His hand roams possessively down her body, grabbing a fistful of her dress with impatient, desperate movements, oh he’s gonna tear that up with his bare teeth. “You hear that, you piece of shit?” he shouts over his shoulder, mocking the traitor with a sadistic grin. “No one fucking says they’ve fucked MY GIRL or she fucks you up, YEAH? I don’t hear anything, WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY?” He yells at the gagged man who’s desperatly trying to answer, drooling in his misery, sobbing and shitting himself. That’s fun. Dai then pulls Yuka against him with a fierce intensity, their bodies melding into a chaotic, feverish embrace that turns into a kiss, hands grabbing her ass, he makes her jump, her legs wrapping around his waist, to carry her straight against the closest wall. Her back hits the wall as keeps going that messy horny chaotic kiss with tongue and smiles in between and hands everywhere and moans and his teeth biting her lip, urgent and raw, primal, the type that leaves one breathless at the end and half of their clothes barely taken off. “ I’m gonna fuck you baby yeah? I’m gonna fuck the soul out of you, I’m gonna lick his blood off your skin to the bone, I’m gonna mmmm God.” He speaks, now his hands squeezing her ass, a grin on his lips. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” His voice drops to a dark, lustful growl, saturated, his eyes now linked with hers. “I adore you.”

[dnangelic]

Boy, this human sure is tall! It takes a bit of effort for the kitten to scale the boy. From the bottom of his pants, up his back and onto his shoulder where she then leaps! Once she finally reaches her destination--the top of his head, the feline lets out a pleased mew and kneads her paws against his scalp a few times then ultimately decides to yawn and curl herself up for a nap!

@bxtonpxss

' mmn , wiz ... ' the instant he feels a mysterious weight clambering all over him , daisuke can't help but whine and groan a little . hadn't he already told wiz plenty of times before not to cling to his head , or to suffocate him by splaying out right on top of his face while he was trying to sleep ? it was heavy ! and so peeking a single drowsy eye open , one hand slowly raises and gropes for what he expects to be a familiar patch of fur --- only for a tiny , feline-esque tail to drop and languidly wag in front of his nose .

' uh ... huh ? '

this ... definitely didn't belong to his pet . although he can't help the way his heart starts to beat a little , ( what was this ? what was this ?! if it wasn't wiz , then it wasn't something dangerous , right --- ?! ) he doesn't swat or shake the unfamiliar weight off and only tries to blindly determine its shape with his gentle hands . soon enough , his head wordlessly drops , lowering at an angle towards his lap --- causing his tiny company to go falling , rolling right into his catch and the careful set of gloved palms that formed a basket .

a soft flush sets onto the boy's cheeks in an instant as he eyes the miniature meowth --- cute ... ah , but !

' who ... ? u-um , hey , i'm sorry , but my head's not a bed patch ... ' even if it might have somehow resembled a small bed of tall , red grass . what would have happened if he hadn't woken up and he had leaned one way or another ? ' it --- might not be safe up there . ' and with that he sets her gently onto the ground . if nothing else --- he'd have taken being woken up by a pokemon like this instead of gengar pulling pranks or a giant metapod on his head anytime !

[waiting-on-a-dream]

𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚎: 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝟹 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝

Haruto: The date is 1 November XXXX. On October 31, the prisoners were offered two options to choose from as a Halloween special: trick or treat. I wasn't aware of this until today.

Prisoner 001: Kanai Ichiro chose treat and received a sample of clay. He was still fascinated with it this morning despite receiving it last night. I wouldn't be surprised if he's hyperfixating.

But... I'm pretty sure he's playing with it to distract himself from the crying. He told Noa-san about it and then she told me. According to Ichiro, there's a baby on his bed that won't stop crying. He only appeared this morning when Ichiro woke up. He moved to the cafeteria, but he can still hear the crying.

Ichiro is a prisoner that obviously hasn't been mentally well even before he was brought to Milgram, but when most of the prisoners are seeing people in their rooms, I know its not another one of his hallucinations. You... You're pretty fucked up for orchestrating something like this. Everyone was already-! [Haruto groans and tussles his hair frustratedly.] Whatever. On with the report.

Prisoner 002: Kobayashi Akane chose treat and received a CD of "A silent voice". She plans to watch it tonight in Noa-san's room after dinner. Even though the screen in her room has a CD player, she avoids it because her father is in there. She told me he started beating her in a rage when she woke up, but her arms show no marks or bruising. Apparently it felt real to her. She also thinks these "hallucinations" can't leave the prisoners' rooms because her father didn't follow her when she ran out of her room.

[Haruto flips through his notepad on his table.] What the hell is even happening anymore?

Ah, prisoner 003: Iwamoto Daisuke chose treat and received a photo of his friend Ryuto at a company dinner. He showed me. Um, Daisuke-kun must really appreciate suits. His friend's a handsome guy who can't be bothered to smile for the camera. I'm somehow not surprised.

Interestingly, Daisuke-kun doesn't see his friend in his room. Instead, all the guilty prisoners had a dream where they met a strange man.

For Daisuke-kun, he can only remember the man wearing the weirdest suit and matching hat. Lime green, purple and orange stripes. If I had to see that, I would consider it a nightmare. All the man said was: "Did you do it for him, or did you do it for you?" Daisuke-kun didn't feel like talking after that, so I let him be.

Prisoner 004: Toma Suzume chose treat and the monitor in her room started playing a recording of her mother calling the police to report her disappearance. That explains why she was crying this morning.

She only remembers a shadowy figure waving a silver wand about in her dream. He leaned in close and asked: "Is this your love?" Suzume-san answered "yes" and he laughed. Freaky, but okay.

Prisoner 005: Endo Haku chose trick "out of curiosity" and received a camera. I checked it out this morning and it just seemed like a normal camera to me. Haku-chan showed me that the camera had future telling properties when he used it. He demonstrated by pointing the camera at an empty bench in the cafeteria. On the screen, Yui-san was shown to be sitting there. He took a picture and sure enough, Yui-san came over to sit by the spot soon after. Um, what a useful camera?

He reported to me that his victim appeared in his room this morning as well, but was strangely silent the whole time. The only thing he did was stare at Haku-chan, albeit angrily. Which is unusual because he's the only victim who hasn't vocalized at least once.

Prisoner 006: Sasaki Yui chose treat and received new earrings with blue bow charms. She's really excited about them, started styling her hair again and everything. But her good mood is mostly due to her dear friend greeting her in the morning. She teared up when she told me about how cheerful and beautiful Himiko was just as she remembered. To be honest, it was giving me fr... Never mind. I'm glad they can reunite, even under shitty circumstances like this.

Prisoner 007: Shigeru Rin chose trick because that's what he felt the options were and received an airhorn to assault the other prisoners with. Compared to Haku-chan's magic camera, Rin-chan's gift is more of a harmless object to prank people with. Unless the airhorn has some magical properties I don't know about.

Rin-chan wasn't as happy with seeing Renho as Yui-san was to see Himiko, with him finally feeling guilty about his crime. According to him, Renho doesn't blame him but is miffed about dying so young. I'm not sure how much of that is true, but he tells me they're talking it out. I can't see or hear Renho anyway, so I'll leave them to it.

Prisoner 008: Watanabe Noa chose treat and received this pretty beach themed jar of sand. Its all white and shimmery, with seashells and an opened oyster with a pearl inside. Super cute. She hadn't come out to make breakfast this morning, so I was worried about her mental state when I went to check on her. I didn't have to worry though. She looked really happy talking to herself (her husband) in her room, so I left her to it. I don't think I've ever seen her genuinely happy. And uh, I ended up making breakfast for everyone even though I woke up late.

Prisoner 009: Miyahara Kiyoshi chose treat and received an apple from his hometown. Its famous for its apples and said apples a have distinct taste. I'm not the expert, so I'll take his word for it.

In his dream, the weird man was wearing a monocle. I asked Kiyoshi-san if the man was wearing a suit as well, and he answered: "Now that I think about it, yes. But its blurry in my head." I guess each guilty prisoner focused on a certain aspect of the man. Kiyoshi-san also didn't seem to be planning on telling me what the man said to him until I asked. "Just accept your punishment quietly." A reference to Kiyoshi-san's guilty verdict perhaps?

Prisoner 010: Okura Mayumi...claimed that she chose treat and received a cupcake. Since Kiyoshi-san received an apple, its not weird for prisoners to receive food. But the cupcake didn't seem to hold any sentimental value for Mayumi-san. She said something about helping her mother bake when she was younger, but I'm still not convinced.

Strangely, she's the only innocent prisoner that doesn't see her victim in her room. Instead, she had a weird dream like the guilty prisoners. She was in an empty cinema hall with the strange man. The thing she remembered about him was his conniving smile. I asked Mayumi-san what he said to her, but she claimed he hadn't said anything.

I'm not sure what the purpose of this Halloween special is, but it can't be anything good as long as there are tricks involved. The hallucinations as well? Give me a break. [Haruto leans back, burying his face in his hands.] You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

What do you even expect me to do in this situation?

[Haruto sighs, uncovering his face.] Shit. What else can I do but adapt.

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[lovelynim]

TickleTober2022/Day 24 - Don’t move

Fugō Keiji Balance: Unlimited - Daisuke x Haru

“For the sixth time: don’t move. I can’t take your measures if you keep squirming like that,” Daisuke scolded Haru, who was holding his arms close to his torso, in something like a defensive stance.

“Then quit tickling me!” The man snapped back, feeling how the heat slowly took place on his cheeks. This whole new-suit idea was Daisuke’s after all, why was he the one getting yelled at?

Daisuke groaned. That’s why he would send people to do the job instead of getting it done himself. “Just hold your arms still, yes?”

“Fine…”

With the measuring tape in hand, Daisuke slowly approached his partner from behind, wrapping his arms around his waist before he did the same with the tape. However, as soon as his fingers brushed against the other’s skin, Haru jumped in responde, letting out another squeal.

“Y-you did it again!” He complained, rubbing the side of his waist to get rid of the sudden feeling. The annoyance in Daisuke’s look was getting visible to the point it was palpable.

“If you could do it yourself, we would already be done with this,” the man spoke, coldly, trying to recover his compose facade before giving it another try.

Despite hesitating a little, Haru tried to stiff his body one more time. He tried to concentrate, take his mind to somewhere else, imagine anything other than the… torture session he submited himself to.

But he couldn’t help but peek a little when he heard Daisuke’s laugh, turning to his partner with an embarrassed and angry expression, “what’s so funny?”

“You look so scared… is it that bad? Did I look that mad?” Daisuke teased, finding it somewhat cute how nervous the other was about it.

“Of course it is! You told me to “don’t move”, but didn’t stop tickling me!”

“Let me give you a hand then,” Daisuke smiled, gently taking Haru’s hands in his and slowly moving the tape arou- wait, that-

“Now I’m sure you won’t be able to move,” he continued, grinning as held Haru’s tied hands above his head and started pinching his waist mercilessly.

“HeheHEHey! T-Thahat’s not fahaHAHair!” The man tried to protest, battling to break free from the tape around his wrists, but quickly giving in to the laughter.

“Now that you can’t move away, I’ll finish taking your measures. After that, you are free to go, deal?” Daisuke teased as he clawed at the other’s vulnerable underarm, overpowering him with ease and managing to keep him pinned without much effort. “And don’t move, you don’t want me to have to start over, do you? ~”

A/N: Heeey! This is another pairing I wanted to write for before, back to when I was watching the show, but never actually did… So I’m glad I could take this prompt to give them a go! And I have to say, it was pretty fun to write this one, heheh, hope you enjoyed your reading!