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ceciffeinated · 2 years

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ruinous. | ꒰ daisuke kambe ╲ short story ꒱

⪩ ☁︎．pairing: daisuke × cherloque (oc). ⪩ ☁︎．scenario: at a function in scotland. ⪩ ☁︎．warning: innuendos; half-sfw, half-nsfw; a little bit of teasing.

⠀⠀he can't seem to take his mind off of her.

⠀⠀he knew that she was under the british demand to commit espionage, but he never anticipated she would go this far.

⠀⠀haru whistled lowly where only he and his companion could only hear. he whispered to no one in particular but to daisuke, saying, ❛ our miss holmes looks pretty tonight. ❜

⠀⠀oh, lord ... to daisuke, she looked more than just 'pretty'.

⠀⠀cher wore the england colors in her costume - pure, white, long, sleeveless gown with a wide slit that reached halfway up her hips; dazzling ruby earrings; bold and bright sapphire necklace. her hair was styled in chignon and adorned with some snow calla lilies in the crevices.

⠀⠀'god, if you're trying to commit murder, do it where no one could witness my humiliating tragedy,' daisuke thought, trying his all hardest and best to look listless, uninterested, and indifferent. his piercing eyes of storm were everywhere but not on cher. never on cher for the second time from the moment she entered.

⠀⠀after all, one glance was enough to know that she had arrived.

⠀⠀right?

⠀⠀haru snickered, but since they were among wealthy, well-mannered, and classy delegates, he did it so discreetly with a 'polite' cough behind his hand. he knew how much daisuke was trying to keep his thoughts in check, seeing that there was something bigger to worry about other than the stylish, amorous fashion cher was wearing.

⠀⠀but you can let someone fry the bigger fish, correct?

⠀⠀❛ you came early. ❜

⠀⠀the prominent english drawl made daisuke's skin crept with goosebumps. they hadn't seen each for only two weeks (cher went to the country with her father, sherlock; daisuke went back to japan to finish what's left in the bowl of cases the police department failed to clean).

⠀⠀haru eagerly approached the englishwoman, his hand raised to shake her hand. (he taught himself on how to be polite in the western fashion). he had a smile on his face and said, ❛ nice to see you again, miss holmes.❜ he shook her hand warmly and friendly. ❛ and i'm sure daisuke does, too. ❜

⠀⠀daisuke didn't fully turn to her, but he did gave her a side glance.

⠀⠀wrong. move.

⠀⠀since cher was shorter than him (almost more than a foot, to be precise), he had to look down to meet the level of her eyes. no one warned him he would get to meet the sight of her cleavage, too.

⠀⠀fate was being too cruel tonight. too, too, too cruel; too, too, too wicked.

⠀⠀but call it ... nature. habit. normalcy.

⠀⠀cher brushed off daisuke's lingering half-glance with eloquent and grace by saying, ❛ oh, i'm sure he is. ❜ she cued her english charm, as if there was a limelight suddenly aimed at her, with a half-smile, half-lidded eyes.

⠀⠀ah, the english evelyn nesbit ... only she is a detective undercover, in the espionage scenery, not in the modeling industry of any sorts.

⠀⠀❛ hello, hello detective kambe, ❜ cher addressed. ❛ i hope we reconvene our partnership when the flower is unsealed. ❜

haru took notice of the code words and replied, ❛ yes, of course. i shall be of good assistance to capture the person under investigation. ❜ he was referring to the viscountess, of course. the treacherous of a viscountess named mortencia eponine of edinburgh.

⠀⠀daisuke, however ... his mind steered to the wrong direction and thought of something else other than unearthing the poisonous truth about the crumbling intra-system of the scottish monarchy and aristocracy. his mind, to be precise, steered to the direction of where he could privately be with the picturesque englishwoman - alone in a salacious scenario where he would be the one to unseal a certain calla's flower.

⠀⠀❛ thank you, as well, haru, ❜ cher said courteously. ❛ and, again ... call me 'cher'. we are friends, not acquaintances. ❜ haru laughed and complied, nodding his head.

⠀⠀daisuke snapped himself out of the terrifying trance. how long had he been in the train of his own filthy thoughts?

⠀⠀there was a finger that lifted his chin up. henceforth, he looked down again to see who did that.

⠀⠀he didn't see a holmes.

⠀⠀❛ eyes up there, ❜ cher poked his nose with her gloved finger. ❛ but mind down here. ❜

⠀⠀'cheeky,' daisuke thought.

⠀⠀before he knew it, she was gone, flouncing her way to the middle of the elite crowd.

⠀⠀he didn't see a holmes. no, he really didn't. a holmes would have acted otherwise.

⠀⠀stoic. stone. subtle. cold. careful. critical. these are the traits a holmes would have.

⠀⠀he saw an adler instead.

⠀⠀an expert charmer and flirt that could easily unwedge tight-knit person. a little, attractive, and fleeting robin who is light on her feet, quick with her twisted & tricky wits. mettlesome lips, gritty mind - she was branded to advance like a prowling feline.

⠀⠀and damn ... would that be the downfall of the impenetrable daisuke kambe.

⪩ ☁︎．note: republished for archiving purposes; heavy wip; under semi-hiatus.

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syneilesis · 1 year

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Number 19 and 28 for the ask game??

Hello, Mrs O! Thanks for the ask! (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

Oh gosh lol. I no longer remember when I started haha. I think I wrote my first fic when I was 12? It was a self-insert Beyblade fanfic written in a notebook lmao (⁠*⁠﹏⁠*⁠;⁠) I just wanted to come up with scenarios about my anime obsessions so I wrote xD

But I really got involved in writing in my later teens, and then when I discovered a fic that blew me away in terms of the writer's use of language. I was like, Oh, I didn't know you can do that. (It was also because of that fic author that I got big on reading.)

Writing doesn't come easy to me, so that's always a sort of a sore spot. I'm impatient, and my brain is faster than my hands. I usually finish my fic in my head instead of writing them down lol. I'm not really that confident about my writing. Of course, these are not uncommon among writers; I'm not really unique about my hangups haha. I've already made peace about them anyway. Sort of. I found some ways to overcome my writing self-esteem issues.

Now I'm enjoying writing fic! Especially in this fandom 🥰 I'd like to write something original too, though, and try to submit them in literary magazines or something. This got rambly haha.

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

I used to draw manga before so my OCs were all delightful lol. But for fandoms I've written fic for, hmm, I gotta say Kambe Daisuke from FKBU because it's hilarious when you put him in situations that are outside his life experience (ep. 4 forevah). Ikepri Emma is a close second! I always have fun writing her in my fics. She's fiery and determined and smart! :D

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cute-animefangirl · 1 year

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russic · 2 years

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Daisuke Kambe Husband Headcanons

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Request: Hello! Can I please request Daisuke Kambe husband headcannons? Exactly like the boyfriend ones, but husband edition. Thank you so much in advance! ♡ Requested by @aya-daydreams - I hope you love it! ♡

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You’re one lucky gal, Daisuke Kambe’s wanted to marry YOU. (Spare some change for the poor (me)?)

Let’s address the obvious: You have a shared bank account.

You get E V E R Y T H I N G you want.

You want a Louis Vuitton purse? You got it.

You’re determined to purchase new Christian Louboutin heels? Do it; you have the money.

Gucci Belt? You already have three.

Question: Did you ever meet someone who does the sexiest things... but indirectly? Thats Daisuke.

When Daisuke is concentrating on his intense stack of paperwork, he bites his bottom lip.

Daisuke undoes his tie with one finger (right pointer finger) when he arrives home from work.

When he’s hot (all the time), he rolls up the sleeves of his black button down.

Puts on his Rolex watch without look. He looks directly in your eyes. Its second nature.

Closes the button of his blazer with two hands.

If Daisuke performs any of these actions, you find yourself melting where you’re standing. You cannot believe this man is this attractive. He steals your breath away.

EVERYONE R E S P E C T S YOU

When you walk into Daisuke’s company, everyone is at your service because you’re “Y/N Kambe, the boss’s wife.” If you ask for something, you receive it within seconds.

Sure, Daisuke’s is a great husband - but please drive. For the love of God, please DRIVE.

Owns the most BEAUTIFUL apartment in New York City.

Daisuke has a HEART of GOLD:

Has a “soft spot” for children: He’s constantly donating towards foundations like Make a Wish, The Sunshine Kids, St. Jude’s, Ronald McDonald House, and Childcare Aware at least five times a year.

Donates under “Anonymous.”

When you’re riding on public transportation or standing in an elevator, and it starts becoming too crowded; Daisuke will give up his spot for older men, women, and children.

Despite assuming the role of the richest and kindest man in the world, Daisuke has social anxiety. He grows nervous and begins shaking when he is meeting any of your new friends. Overtime, your important loved ones will grow close to him, but expect to see Daisuke shaking in his boots if he’s meeting someone important to you. Since you’re married, he’s close to your family now; but he was a nervous wreck.

LOVES making you breakfast in the morning with his $1,000.000 waffle maker.

He always makes a HUGE mess because he makes his own homemade batter (Yes, Daisuke cooks. He doesn’t hire people to cook).

Nearly E V E R Y D A Y Daisuke wakes up early in the morning to assure your penthouse is spotless. He doesn’t like you acting as a “maid.” (He hires people three times a month to deep clean).

“You’re my wife, not my maid. No woman should be forced to clean because of poor societal standards.”

When Daisuke gets frustrated, his eyebrow furrow.

He cannot stand grocery shopping by himself. He gets confused by the littlest things.

When Daisuke can’t figure something out...

When people disrespect you, you’ll see him get angry.

Daisuke’s weakness is when you’ll tie his black tie in the morning before he leaves for work.

After making sure it the expensive fabric lays perfectly on his chest, you’ll stand on your tip toes to kiss him on the lips.

“Have a good day at work, baby.”

Make Daisuke’s lunch, write him “love notes,” and slip them inside of his lunchbox.

Every time Daisuke comes home, you’ll notice your notes aren’t in his lunchbox.

One night you were rummaging through his bedside drawer when you noticed a large black velvet box. When you opened it, your eyes began growing soaked with tears; within the box was EVERY NOTE you ever wrote to him.

NEVER NOT WEARING his black WEDDING RING engraved with your name.

If a woman approaches him, he politely showcases his wedding ring saying, “My apologies, I have a wife.”

Here’s a shocker: Daisuke H A T E S receiving expensive gifts.

Daisuke can buy anything. He’s tired of receiving expensive gifts, but you’re the ONLY person who knows. Instead, you’ll purchase him ten-to-thirty-dollar gifts that remind you of him.

Daisuke’s cheeks will begin to blush looks at the tiny gift you purchased him. As you begin explaining its significance, you’ll notice tears begin pooling into his eyes.

HUGE pictures from your wedding day are scattered throughout the penthouse.

Your wedding song was Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Without the lyrics.

There was a reason behind his madness: On wedding day, during your first dance, you placed your head on Daisuke’s shoulder and sang the lyrics to him.

U.N.I.T.E.D. F.R.O.N.T - You’ll never stand alone.

ADORES your intelligence. Daisuke fell in love with you, your personality, appearance, and especially your intelligence.

Throughout Daisuke’s entire life, women act brainless and submissive, but not you. He loves your smart mind and independent nature.

Still CHECKS YOU OUT all the time.

Especially when you’re wearing business attire paired with a lingerie top or simple silk dresses.

Match him. He will start drooling.

MESMERIZED when you take your hair out of a ponytail or claw clip. He LOVES watching your hair cascade down your back.

Daisuke NEEDS to be connected to you in public. He latches onto your hand lacing your fingers together, gently touches your waist, or places a hand on your thigh. However, his public displays of affection WILL NOT go further. He’s a classy man.

O B S E S S E D with K I S S I N G YOUR LIPS.

When you’re speaking to Daisuke, you’ll notice he’s staring at your lips imaging how soft they are.

You do not fight often, but it does occur. Especially when he puts himself in dangerous situations.

Due to a near-death experience, you grew frustrated and (unannounced) left your home to find a hotel room. Immediately, Daisuke tracked your location.

Within two hours, he knocked on the door. You saw your husband clutching a bundle of flowers and chocolates. With tears streaming down his face.

“Please, don’t ever leave. I’m so sorry - I’ll never do it again. Just don’t leave me. I NEED you.”

Plans the most P E R F E C T dates.

During winter, Daisuke plans to stroll around New York City to see the Christmas lights.

In the spring, he takes you to your favorite Whinery.

In summer, Daisuke privately rents fancy manors hoping spend a few private nights in with you.

During fall, you two curl up into a cozy blanket and light scented candles to watch your favorite horror films.

To surprise Daisuke, you often order tickets to see various orchestras across the country. He becomes enchanted by the sound of violin and piano music. However, his jaw drops during orchestra concerts.

IF YOU HAVE CHILDREN:

They are S.P.O.I.L.E.D. R.O.T.T.E.N.

The most popular kid at school because you two are the parents.

When they are little, they LOVE holding onto Daisuke’s pinky finger as you’re walking.

If your child must attend any sports games or music recitals, you two are always present. Daisuke is the dad constantly taking photos of your child.

Daisuke LOVES watching you rock your baby as you’re singing to them.

LOVES traveling around the world with you.

If you’re working on your laptop, Daisuke slowly comes up behind you. He kisses your cheek and slowly moves down your neck to your sweet spot. (Yes, he memorized where it is).

You’ll have sweet make-out sessions in the kitchen when you’re cooking together.

Gotta keep that spice in your life.

You’ll always claim, “I’m the happiest person in the world.” However, Daisuke denies your statement. No one can be happier than him. After years of being married, Daisuke still cannot grasp how lucky he is to have you.

“I love you with all my heart and soul, beautiful.”

NSFW

Despite being a sweet and loving husband, Daisuke will become a M.E.N.A.C.E in the bedroom.

Before you both start undressing, Daisuke pulls his black gloves off with his teeth.

Wear R.E.D. LIPSTICK

Daisuke LOVES ruining your red lipstick. Watching it smear across your (and his) lips as you engage in a heated make-out session, turns him on.

Often drags his thumb across your bottom lip to smear a line of red lipstick to your breasts. When you look down, you’ll notice a stained line where his thumb traveled down your body.

ADORES when you wear black lingerie.

Once, you matched some lingerie with Daisuke’s oversized blazer by draping his attire across your shoulders... You were nearly unable to walk that morning.

Seeing you wearing black lingerie accompanied with HIS professional blazer corrupted his mind and stained his pants.

Many individuals believe Daisuke would degrade his significant other within the bedroom, but I’m not buying it. You will feel loved and be praised as Daisuke’s wife.

“So goddamn stunning, baby.”

“You like that don’t you, Angel?”

“Baby, you’re so wet. You’re such a good girl.”

KISS HIS NECK - (Take Nike’s advice and) Just do it.

Takes his time worshipping your breasts. (He’s definitely a boob guy.)

If you’re arriving home from an important event/meeting in a gorgeous silk dress, don’t expect to be ignored.

Within seconds of closing the door, Daisuke pushes you to the wall and starts running his fingers over your nipples as he thrusts his tongue in your mouth.

If you enjoy walking around your home half-naked, (at any time) Daisuke can bend you over a hard surface, slowly push your underwear aside, and bury three fingers inside of your cunt.

“You can’t walk around half-naked if you don’t expect to be fucked, baby.”

LOVES seductively staring into your eyes and biting your bottom lip as he’s fingering your pussy. He enjoys the feeling of your walls clutching his fingers.

O.I.L. M.E.S.S.A.G.E.S. - Daisuke LOVES messaging your naked body with oil.

Enjoys fondling your breasts and running his fingers over your sensitive nipples.

When you’re lying on your stomach, Daisuke spends MINUTES rubbing and squeezing your ass.

Soon enough, Daisuke spreads your ass cheeks and buries his tongue inside of your lubed pussy. The sound of his oily hands traveling along your body as he’s eating your pussy is his own paradise.

Doesn’t mind paying for your nails because he imagines the sight of your pretty nails jerking off his cock.

Drapes his arms across the back of the couch as you slowly drop to your knees.

Daisuke intensely watches your every move as you’ve settled between his legs. Looking into his eyes, you’ll pull down his zipper with your teeth to remove his cock from his pants.

Licking up the length his cock, Daisuke throws his head back in utter disbelief.

“Fuck, baby. Please do that again.”

Melts in his seat if you start sucking his balls. You’ll notice Daisuke’s legs start twitching within seconds of running your tongue along his genitals.

Daisuke isn’t a lover willing to share your body, but he CANNOT ERASE the image of you having another women’s head buried between your legs as he watches. (He hasn’t told you this, yet).

However, no men. He’s the only man that can pleasure your body.

Wake Daisuke up by placing your soaked pussy on his stomach. When he’s awakened by you rubbing your pussy across his abs, he cannot help but grab onto your hips and increase the friction.

“Baby, you could have woken me up with a good morning. Now I see you’re only using me to cum. Here I thought you were a little angel, princess.”

“Yes, DADDY.”

Opposite of “Yes, daddy... but PASSIONATE LOVER

C.O.C.K.W.A.R.M.I.N.G.

You feel complete once Daisuke finally buries himself inside of your pussy. He refuses to move as you’re locking lips muttering how much you’re in love with each other.

“Daisuke, please move.”

“Not yet, baby. Let me stay inside of you.”

Expect MORNING SEX. The morning is the perfect time to slowly fuck your tight pussy because he’s hard and warm.

Daisuke’s favorite sex position is a classic: MISSIONARY.

According to Daisuke, missionary is a perfect position to look into your eyes, kiss your lips, suck on your neck, and watch his cock disappear into your pussy. (It’s the best).

SEX in the WATER

In the hot tub, Daisuke gently pulls your breasts out from your small bathing suit to suck on your nipples as you ride his cock. Chasing your orgasm, the sound of water splashing sounding like waves of the ocean.

Remember how obsessed Daisuke is with your hair? Well, he loves pounding into your pussy from behind to watch your hair drape down your back moving with every thrust.

I almost forgot, if Daisuke is fucking you from behind and you have back dimples, he buries his thumbs into them and forces your ass back on his cock.

LOVES OBSESSED with SEX TOYS.

Buys a new one each week.

Surprise... Daisuke presses a vibrator to your sensitive clit as he’s pounding inside of you.

Eases a diamond butt plug into your ass.

Daisuke will cum anywhere. Inside of your body - on your body - who knows?

Mostly spills him load onto your stomach or ass.

If Daisuke cums inside your pussy, he gathers the load with his fingers and brings them up to your lips.

“Open wide, baby.”

“I know you love the taste of our cum together.”

The aftercare is S.T.U.N.N.I.N.G.

Following an intense love-making session, Daisuke draws a bath for the two of you. You’ll lay between his legs as he messages and cleans your body.

“You can still walk, right, love?”

Honestly, I don’t think you can.

THANK YOU FOR READING - BEFORE YOU LEAVE...

I wish to apologize for my lack of posts. I try to create a requested headcanon two times a week, but it seemed impossible this week. As many of you know, I am a senior in college. This week has been hectic in regard to my major.

Thank you for your patience. ♡

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send-allmyloving · 4 years

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maybe daisuke with s / o who is his fiancée?

I'm gonna do a headcanon for this one, I hope you don't mind!

Daisuke Kanbe with a fem!s/o as his fiancée

Oh boy oh boy

idk what the fuck you did in your past life to become his fiancée but you hit the fucking JACKPOT

he spoils you rotten

fancy river cruises, private flights to Vienna, relaxing nights at an expensive spa; those are only some of all the extravagant dates he would take you on

he'd buy you all the famous designer brands you wanted even if you didn't ask for them

Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Armani, Versace, you name it, this guy's balance is unlimited so you can expect only the best shit you can get your hands on!

But of course he doesn't pay sole attention to your material desires, Daisuke truly loves you

He just wants to make you feel comfortable and happy is all

That being said, you guys do a lot together

Giving each other massages is a thing

If either of you is stressed, or even if it's the both of you, you'll both have a little spa day where you pamper each other 🥰

Ok but when Daisuke massages you he goes ALL OUT

hot rocks, essential oils, sugar scrubs, whatever the fuck else they use in massages idk ive never had one

You'll feel so relaxed you'll fall asleep lmao

Nights in are usually spent watching movies in his private theater and immaculate bubble baths complete with rose petals, wine, and a charcuterie platter yum

You also like walks around the town, wandering the streets of Tokyo hand-in-hand while admiring the pretty city lights

No shopping, nothing of the sort; just you two and the city view 🥰

Dates at small cafes are a thing, he loves seeing your eyes light up when he feeds you cake :((

And his heart skips a couple beats when he sees u get whipped cream on your mouth after drinking hot chocolate !!

Ofc he kisses it off like a cliché romcom movie star

When you guys are laying in bed he likes to hold your hand and play with your fingers + admire the ring on your finger and smile bc it just makes him so happy that he can spend the rest of his life with you 🥺💞💞

He really loves u ok

Loves kissing you all over your face

Especially loves kissing your cheek and neck

But if he kisses your shoulder.... good luck bc this man is In The Mood

dw tho he'll be very gentle

ANYWAY

He likes having you in his lap when you kiss, it gives him easier access to you

Often slips his hand under your clothing whenever you're kissing just so he can feel your skin against his

Not really in a sexual manner but more like so he can reassure himself that you're with him

Loves feeling you up, not only does he know it makes you feel good, it's also that touching you gives him a sense of security and also makes him feel good knowing you're in his arms and that he can love and protect you 🥺

Kissing is very soft and sensual, he wants to give you every ounce of his love :(((

You'll be on his lap and he'll be slowly moving his lips against yours

Loves to play with your hair and rub your back while you're kissing him

Like I said before, he loves touching you so he's one to run his hands all over you while kissing you

Likes rubbing your arms + you love it too bc it makes u feel warm

Sorta likes to bite your lips and slip his tongue into your mouth at times while you guys kiss hehehe

When you guys pass each other around the house you'll give each other a surprise kiss out of nowhere

Walking past him? BOOM smooch on the cheek

You find him in his office? BOOM you sneak in and smooch him on the head

Smoochies everywhere

He likes to hold your hand a lot

Whatever you guys are doing, if you're next to him he'll just randomly take your hand and intertwine your fingers and he doesn't even look up from his work its rlly cute

Likes to give you kisses on the hand sometimes while he holds them

PDA isn't much of a thing but he'll always have your arm in his or you'll be walking around holding hands + sometimes he likes to pull you close and give you a kiss on the head ❤

He's also a huge romantic

Most probably proposed to you at the top of the Eiffel Tower

Loves slow dancing with you to old love songs

He just loves the pure smile on your face when you dance together, and the setting is so intimate

It's just you and him slowly swaying to the soft music while gazing at each other and it just goes to show how in love you both are with each other :(((

Hold me pls im crying as i write this

Gives you a rose on every date you go on together

The night after your engagement he got you a beautiful necklace that matched your ring

Put it around your neck romcom style before he took you out for a dinner cruise along the Seine river in Paris uwu

Also he thinks you look absolutely stunning in the color red

He just adores you and he's so happy to have you as his fiancée

Long story short you're the luckiest girl in the world and there is no doubting his love for you, he will do anything for you to see you smiling and happy ❤❤

// I hope you like this anon! Sorry this is kinda short lmao also I'm sorry I couldn't write a whole scenario, I thought a headcanon would work better bc it would better elaborate everything abt being his fiancée rather than just focusing on a section of it,, anyways enjoy!!

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pillow-anime-talk · 4 years

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lost princess.

synopsis: They are tasked with finding the lost daughter of the Emperor of Japan.

# tags: scenarios; strangers/?; drama; but also a lil bit of fluff & comedy; sfw

includes: female reader ft. daisuke kambe & haru katou {fkbu}

— DAISUKE

“... HEUSC, give me a preview of cameras all over Tokyo. She can’t be too far away.” The man touched the small, black earring on his ear, and his butler quickly realized the request, showing dozens of camera recordings from different parts of the city on a large, bright screen. “Compare the face of the Emperor’s daughter with all the faces from cameras of the last twenty hours, and if you find anything, give me the exact time of her last whereabouts.”

“... Princess Y/N was last seen at the grocery store, here’s the coordinates.” The butler answered truthfully and sending the details to the detective’s phone. “It was less than three minutes ago, so the Princess is still inside the store.”

Daisuke got up from his chair and walked towards the door, telling his butler to inform him of your changing whereabouts all the time.

It took the millionaire less than six minutes to get to you (of course HEUSC changed the traffic lights all over town for him, lmao). Then he parked in front of the building and got out of the expensive car. After a few seconds, he went inside, asking HEUSC which shopping aisle you are in.

It turned out that you were choosing a few unhealthy snacks at this point and an iced tea that you unfortunately couldn’t reach due to your height. Happily, Daisuke reached it and handed it to you, at which you smiled gently.

“Thank you.”

“The Princess should be in the palace now, not in the store, shopping.” He replied and looking at you, which you sighed and turned towards the white shelf, trying to not pay attention to the black-haired man standing behind your person. You just choosing something for tonight’s dinner, humming a song played through the speakers. “Are you listening to me, Princess?”

“Don’t call me that, please. Just let me pass my time like a normal human being. I’m tired of living in a palace like a pretty toy. I just wanted to... rest.” You grunted, turning to him again. “It’s nice that my family is worried about me and sending you to me, but it would be much more nice if they finally let me live with my own way. I’m too old to watch over me.”

“I understand, but my job was to bring you home, so let’s go.”

“Four hours.” You lifted your head slightly to meet his eyes. “Give me four more hours so I can feel normal.” You said softly, squeezing the colorful tea bottle. “Please.”

“Provided that I accompany you.”

“Okay, I don’t mind. Would you like something to eat too? Chips, chocolate or maybe... ramen?” You asked with another huge smile and the detective breathed out loud.

You were even adorable in his eyes.

— HARU

Haru yawned softly as he pushed the heavy door and entered the McDonald’s restaurant. He quickly went to the checkout, ordered the selected products, and when those were ready, he picked up the red tray, walked forward. There was one empty seat on the couch next to the huge window, so he headed over there. However, when he got much closer, he noticed that a young woman wearing an oversized gray sweatshirt and black pants sitting on it.

“... Hello. Sorry, it’s a free seat?” He asked pleasantly, and you nodded, inviting him. The detective smiled gratefully and sat down in front of you.

“Hard day at work?” You asked shyly, starting a conversation and scanning his tired face at the same time. The man merely nodded, biting on a warm beef burger.

“You don’t even know how much. The last time I slept was probably two days ago or maybe three...? I don’t know.” He laughed sadly, and you frowned.

“So why don’t you rest a bit?”

“The detective never rests. Especially during a difficult mission.” He replied honestly, and you nodded once again, understanding his words. You two talked for a short while, until at one point you pushed the coffee you hadn’t even started in his direction. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, and you smiled.

“Since you’re still working, maybe this will get you back on your feet. At least I hope so.”

He was silent for a moment, watching you more closely. He noticed some special marks on your face, scanned your warm smile and deep eyes, sighing to himself.

“... I guess, I’m done with my work right now, Princess, but thank you.” He chuckled softly and you tense all your muscles. “We’ll finish the food and we’ll go back to your house. Relax, you’ll be fine, it’s just that your whole family is very worried about you.”

“Can we... go back tomorrow? I wanted to go to the arcade, try the alcohol from the store, eat the ramen from the peper cup and…” You started to stutter, and Haru laughed much louder, seeing your embarrassed expression and pleading gaze.

“All right, Princess. According to your wishes.”

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tokyoghoose · 4 years

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is it hot in here, or is it just me?

pairing: daisuke kambe x reader

playlist: dirty dirty - charlotte cardin, so hot you're hurting my feelings - caroline polachek*, i touch myself - borns ( cover )

warnings: mentions of sex and dirty thoughts, fighting/violence, mentions of murder, the word slut ( towards reader ), daisuke being hot af ig

summary: while on an undercover mission you reunite with an old partner before things get 'frisky' and not in a good way.

announcements!

first full length balance unlimited fic! im actually quite proud of it even if the anime is postponed. I will continue to write for them 😌

feedback is welcome and appreciated! requests are open!

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The bar is more like a club, except for the fact there's no one so extremely intoxicated that they're acting a fool. No, it's actually quite prestigious for being underground. White and gold outline outline the area and it smells like expensive cigars and leather. Live jazz music plays in the background, setting the mood for the couples huddled together in love booths. It's nice, beyond nice— whose daddy paid for this?

In a red dress, you stir your gibson cocktail, awaiting the signal from your boss over the earpiece. It's already been an hour and there's been no sign of the suspect. Maybe you've been played. As time passes that seems more and more likely. At this point you were ready to turn in and call it a night. Places like this were no fun unless you had someone with you. And honestly, being alone in a place like this wasn't the most comfortable. There were eyes looking your way from singles and couples a like. Who knew there would be so many swingers.

There's a patterned knock at the door that makes you perk up and glance through your peripheral. The body guard looks through the slit in the door, moving to mention something about the password. The club was always tight on security, afterall. To get in you needed to prove you were coming with a member or waiting for someone who was one. The whole process is quite time consuming when you're faking your identity.

Finally, the door opens and you can see a tall man in a dark grey suit walk in. Curiously you turn your face to place your chin in the palm of your hand. Eyes travel up the figure before finally reaching the face of the mystery man. Not the suspect, but he's even better. A fond smile comes to your face at the realization of Daisuke Kambe. The name has a familiar taste on your tongue and it's honestly quite uplifting seeing such a 'friendly' face. He looks the same after three years and you wonder briefly if he's undercover too or if he has paid his way in. Daisuke was never frugal when it came to getting what he wants. Where he was lacking in words, he made up for it with expensive charm.

Oh how you had missed him.

Meeting his eyes, you raise both brows in question before turning away to down your drink. You push the glass to the bartender, holding a finger up before glancing over at daisuke, who sits in one of the booths across the room. He narrows his eyes at you in question, jutting his chin over to the bar before nodding to the door.

So he's on a mission afterall.

Your eyes shift to the door as well with a nod. He seems to understand well, but it's not a surprise after the time you worked together. It was a brief two years, but during it you learned to communicate in silence. His eyes told you much more than his mouth ever could. Now thinking of it, all the Kambes were better with actions than words.

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A few conversations have picked up after twenty more minutes of waiting. Perhaps if there wasn't another man in the area, the other's advances would have moved you. You weren't picky with your men, but you weren't one to settle for second place when first is still an option. Still, it kept you distracted for the time being. Besides, Daisuke looked was busy with a man himself.

You lean in, placing a hand on the chest of some patron with a giggle before the door opens once again. This time you're quick to look, seeing another man trail in. The static in your earpiece comes alive, the voice on the other side stating that it is in fact your target. The patron you were with turns his head as well and smiles before pardoning himself to shake the hand of the man. You briefly recall the suspects name: Vince Aiko.

Now the party was getting started. You wave them over, batting your eyes with a small smile. You don't miss the woman that walks in behind them, but she doesnt stop at the bar anyway. Instead, she heads over to the raven haired across the way. You resist the urge to follow her figure, instead keeping eyes on the two men and starting conversation.

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The goal was simple. Get the target alone and eliminate him. Usually you weren't one for death, but the police weren't helping in this case. The company you worked for took it into their own hands, given the okay. Even if it wasn't your task to kill him, someone else would. No jail time would follow as apart of the deal, so there were no repercussions against you for killing the scum. It's a win win.

The other man had gone to the restroom by now, leaving you alone with Vince. He smells lavish as well. It was clear he belonged here by the way his hair was combed back and how whitened his teeth were. He has money and it's not ruining out anytime soon.

It took you until he ordered a drink and didn't have to pay to realize he was the owner. The assumption that it was daddy's money grew stronger. He was outwardly trying to flex wealth he didn't even own. He wasn't trying to be subtle when he asked for the most expensive bottle or paid the band to play his favorite song. It was entertaining, yet disappointing. At least Daisuke spent the money without mentioning anything about it. At this point you just kinda wished the guy would shut up.

Placing a lingering touch on his shoulder, you lean in again. He smells like a new car. He places a hand on your upper thigh, quickly catching on to your advances.

"Why dont we go to the back."

It's not a question, it's a demand and it's exactly what you wanted. Right in the palm of your hands. With a giggle, you take his hand and stand while plucking the toothpick out of your glass and pulling the olive between your teeth smoothly. Walking past Daisuke and the woman at his booth, you wink.

The backroom looks like how it sounds. Behind another door and a pink curtains, you enter a red room. It has a single loveseat in the shape of a heart and there's champagne and wine on a side table. There's a dark blue light overhead that contrasts the rest of the room like a spotlight. There's no music except for the quiet hum behind the doors, but the further you go away from them the quieter they get. He takes your hand and pulls you to the loveseat.

"I'm can't say I'm surprised. My friend out there thought you were in to him, yet here we are... Is it the money that gets you going?"

His eyes trail over your figure and you understand what this room is for exclusively. You resist the urge to roll your eyes or push him off as his fingertips skim your arms and you play along.

"What can I say? Rich men are the sexiest."

You play with the collar of his suit, looking up at him through your lashes and parting your red lips. He stands up taller to glance down at you, trying to assert his dominance. It's sad knowing that's how he got off. He wants control and he wants you on your knees, the only other thing he could ask for at that point is for you to lick his dress shoes. It makes you sick.

His fingers stop at the thin strap on your dress, fiddling with it before starting to slide it down. You push him away and into the seat behind him. Taking a hold of his tie, you lean down to his ear to kiss underneath it.

"Why rush when I can give you a show."

He chuckles when you turn around and you roll your eyes. What an idiot. I almost want to laugh. You move your arms up, brushing your hair off your shoulders before reaching for the top of the zipper. Glancing at him with a smirk, you shake a finger and turn to face him. His fingers rake up his thighs, reaching out to touch you but you smack his hand away with a tsk.

"Lookie, no touchy."

You start to make a round behind the chair, fingers grazing his shoulders and pulling at the fabric. Once behind him and forcing his head forward you take out the earpiece and reach for your thigh. There's a gun there in the holster and a knife beside it, hidden by the red drapes. Thank god the for the slit. When rounding his other side you pull the firearm out and aim it at his temple, stabbing the knife into his thigh before he can jump up.

"Sit down, sicko. Don't try anything or I'll put a bullet through your skull."

You stick the earpiece into his ear, waiting for the receiving in to chime in.

"Who let you think a soundproof room was smart? It's like one of those double sided mirrors in here. Honestly, you're such an easy target."

His eyes glower at you like his expression alone will make you back down.

"You slut! I'm gonna kill yo-" He's cut off by the earpiece. They ask for information, stating that if he complys his life will be spared.

"I'm not stupid-"

"Beg to differ."

"-I know you'll just kill me anyway. I'm not telling you shit!"

The earpiece goes back off and you take it from his ear to listen to the other side. Two words is all you need to finish the assignment. Kill him.

"This could've been so much easier for you if you just listened. " You feign a pout, clicking the safety off. He struggles against the metal, rambling on about killing you and the company, finding you and blah blah blah. Having enough of his whines, you silence him with a quick pull of the trigger. You look down at the body on the floor and then at yourself, cleaning up quickly before leaving the room, making sure to step on his back in the process.

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There was maybe ten minutes before his bodyguards would notice he hasn't left the room. You go to make your leave, but not before stopping by Daisuke's booth. You stand a bit aways, watching him try to get information out of the girl before his eyes glance over to meet yours. A one-sided smirk creeps onto your face. He was never very shameless when it came to things he did and the way his eyes did a slow once over of your body was deliberate.

How you missed that look. It's the same bedroom eyes from the nights you spent together in the sheets. You start to wonder if the body under his shit looks the same and if his fingers still produced magic without even trying. Were his lips still as soft?

Now isn't the time for that. You narrows your eyes and go to slide into the booth beside the girl after you notice the disgusted look she gave you. Shame is her freshly manicured nails were to get messed up in a fight. Not that she was trying to pick one, but-

"Long time no see, Kambe."

Daisuke quirks a brow and gives you a warning look when the girl glances at him. You shrug, placing your head in your hand.

"You know her?"

"Of course he does! I miss the sex we shared every night."

He chokes on his drink, shaking his head. What has gotten into you? You're lucky he had finally gotten the break they needed in the case before you came over. Still, you were way out of line with that one.

"Y/N, this is Lily. Y/N was just kidding, we used to work together. "

When he scowls at you, it actually scares you because he means it. He could take you down with him if need be. He adjusts his suit jacket and clears his throat before continuing, "Thank you for your time, but I suppose i should get go-"

"Aiko's dead! Code red!"

Daisuke looks over with his tongue to his cheek as if to say you fucked up and you're not ever hearing the end of this if we get out alive. Honestly, he might just leave you behind if in sacrifice fkr the case. You shrug in innocence, already calling in help for an escape. Until then you'd have to fight them off. Apparently these dummies were smart enough to notice who Vince went in with and they are quick to lock eyes with you. And so did the rest of the club goers.

You make a move to get up, sliding out of the leather seat with hands in the air in surrender.

"Would you believe me if I said he did that himself?"

It starts with someone attempting to grab you before people go ducking under tables. All those grueling hours of training for really coming in handy now. You just barely miss the grabbing hands, taking the bottle of wine on the table and breaking it. Lily gasps at the shards, going to hide under the table as well and tugging on Daisuke to follow. You gesture the broken bottle about, thrusting it forward.

The men simply laugh and go for the kill. The bottle doesn't last long and you move away from the table for the fight.

Hell is broken loose and it isn't long before Daisuke resorts to joining the fight. It shouldn't surprise you, but it does. He punches one of the guys with a right hook, grabbing the collad of his shirt and throwinf him into another. For someone so weak looking, he sure was strong. It makws you swoon.

"I really do miss us, Daisuke. Just like old times."

He scoffs, continuing to fight beside you. He hates fighting and always has. He finds it undignified and perfers to just dodge and have them attack each other if he can't pay it off. But right now there was no room for negotiations.

"Now isn't the time to relive the past, y/n."

It stings, but you know it's true. Daisuke was the kind to get straight to the point. It's part of the reason he was so easy to work with. Suddenly, it makes you upset to realize that this was in the past.

You hear a car screech outside, trying to land one more punch on some bald guy before looking at the door. You tug at Daisuke's suit, practically dragging him towards the door before pulling out your gun and pointing it at the rest of the men standing. The hesitate. As much as they want to go after you, none of them want to die for it.

You push him to there door and nudge him to open it. There's a revved engine outside waiting for you, and apparently now another guest. He takes the hint, pushing the door open and taking the gun from your hands as you flee. There's one shot fired, but you know the victim won't die. He may seem heartless, but he wouldn't kill someone unlwss he had to. He knows when someone will save someone else and he knows what's in people's conscious. He had always been good at reading people when he cared enough to.

The night has turned from blue to black and you aren't sure when. It's suddenly too cold to wear the dress and it's starting to rain. This has really been one hellish night. The passenger waves you over from down the block in a hurry. There are sirens in the distance—they must've called the police to arrest everyone else involved. That's always how it went. They gave the company the ok to take the case and then come in to finish the job and take the credit because of the unsavory ways you deal with the suspects. If you weren't always in such a hurry and you didn't want to be arrested, you'd be pissed. With a huff you kick off your heels and run down the pavement with Daisuke hot on your trail. He didn't usually flee scenes like this, not anymore at least. He'd be lying if he didn't miss the rush of it. He'd be lying if he said he didn't miss the past life he lived.

When you get to the care, it starts to pour and Daisuke puts his suit jacket over your head and shoulders before pushing you into the backseat. Caring, yet impatient. His attitude makes you roll your eyes and shove him when he gets in.

The car pulls away just before the police arrive and it's quiet except for the low hum of some tape playing. The radio didn't work and the volume knob was stuck, so you'd have to strain your ears to actually listen. But it seems no one minds.

You take off the jacket, handing it back of to him and he puts a hand up to say you can keep it. He says something along the lines of, "It'll still be raining when you get out. Give it back later." Is he insinuating you'll meet again?

"Or I can give it back tomorrow morning, if you feel like staying over. "

The sudden bravery shocks you and apparently it takes him aback as well by the look on his face. His face drops back to deadpan almost as fast as it lifted and he scoffs, looking away and out the window.

"I really do miss you, Daisuke. In more ways than one," you say quietly, looking down at the jacket and running the fabric between your thumb and forefinger. He glances back over at you before dropping his gaze to your hand and with a sigh he places his over your own and squeezes. It's a conformation, a returned feeling, but of what exactly —you aren't sure.

It'd be enough for tonight.

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bemylord · 3 years

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s/o has a sensitive clit

characters: osamu dazai, kanbe daisuke, levi ackerman.

warnings: nsfw, overstimulated, collar, daddy kink, spreader bar, armbinder, flogger, hair pulling, vibrator, squirt, slight bondage, spanking, ice play

ｏｓａｍｕｄａｚａｉ

you're wearing a collar which has a gold inscription: 'kitty', standing naked in the bedroom. osamu's holding a vibrator, ominously grinning: he'll make you cry this night, by stimulated your small clit, watching as to how you're struggling to delay your orgasm. at some point, that'll happen in the future, dazai will allow you to come on your bed, forcing you to soak every inch of a silk blanket.

'give me your wrists and ankles so daddy will tie you up in a spreader bar'

you lied on your back, docilely carry out an order. denude your private parts, you've already prepared for been not contentedness: not for the reason that osamu please you - he doesn't permit you to release.

'if you'll be a good kitty, daddy allows you to cum and cum, until you'll be crying, got it?'

you whimpered quiet 'yes', feel silicone toy is touching your head. you closed eyes and osamu turned on the vibrator.

'isn't it good, baby? what if i add my fingers?

when dazai hardly touch the entrance, spreading your labia, coming in your unstretched hole yet. you flex your toes, pull back the hand back, feeling how metal handcuffs are digging into your wrists.

'don't make sharp movements, kitty, or else you'll hurt yourself' dazai is continuing to thrust you, stretching and preparing your vagina for his dick. but primarily, osamu will play with you for a while.

'afore i'll put my dick inside, i need you to squirt. i know you can'

after he said, he increases the pace, literally fuck your inner, assailable spot.

your orgasm is building since the first seconds after osamu turned on the toy. the feeling of vibration on your outer clit and your inner spot be fucking by his fingers: it drives you into agony. a desperate struggle against your orgasm - knowing that dazai is watching it.

'ok, do it in three' slap, 'two', slap, 'one. now release yourself'.

ｋａｎｂｅｄａｉｓｕｋｅ

kanbe is a sweet boy, who'd spoil you as his queen, prioritizes your pleasure above his. for the time being. kanbe knows you've got a sensitive clit, and he used to overstimulated it as punishment or as a way to test you.

'give me your arms', you put your hands behind your back, feel as your daddy uses an armbinder. daisuke pulls your hair back, reached with another hand from behind to your crotch. he ran his palm from your pubis to the anal repeatedly, slapped lastly.

'put your face on the pillow'

you did as your told, protrude your holes. you heard how kanbe opened the draw, put something from it.

'daddy will play a little game, it calls: if you'll reach your orgasm before i count to ten, i'll lick till you lose your fucking mind'

he spanked your pussy by the flogger, plainly touch the spot. it was first. your arms are tightly clamped by armbinder, your face on the pillow, making a muted whimpers. your booty is in the air, exhibiting your dripping, sloppy pussy. the desire of being spoiled by your loved boyfriend is growing: you'd let kanbe do whatever with yourself if he'll use his tongue. the way daisuke licks from the clit to the asshole, concentrate attention on your sensitive spot, downright build up your orgasm. it was eight, when you whimper, move your legs together, cumming.

'my naught girl', he spanked you last time on the ass, squeezing. 'i warned you. now bend over, i'm gonna do my promise'

ｌｅｖｉａｃｋｅｒｍａｎ

he used your vulnerable spot as a way to dominate over you, showing who's master in the bedroom. levi'd do series of insignificant hits on your pussy with his hand, sort of spanking, enjoying your moans. he found it's sensitive when he reached down on your labia, to spread them apart, leading on your clit first; he did along, touching the head, you arched your back, nuzzling to your lover.

'i-it's susceptible spot' you murmured, united legs together; but strong levi's arms precluded your movements.

'keep 'em apart, that's an order, slut'

you're aware that you must obey and submit unquestioningly. he tied you up with his belt, gave you an order to close your eyes.

'you're gonna tell me everything that you'll feel'

you nodded, anticipating new feelings.

'i'm feeling-' suddenly, you felt a piece of ice on your stomach. 'ice on my belly, reached down and your hand on my nipple'

levi paved a wet path from your stomach to the clit; ackerman densely pressing a frozen liquid on the head then barely touch it, blowing on your overstimulated spot. he raised a block of ice to your nipples, outlining your hard teat, licking the other one.

'now i'm gonna spank your pussy and you're not allowed to cum, my little slut'

the sensation of a cold thing and arousal mingled together, as something that must an associated; the way levi plays with your clit using a piece of ice like it's something soft then blows on it and repeat that again. you're moaning, whimpering, and begging him to stop the torture, but he gets more and more smug and assertive: he puts you on you high point, he's the one who's controlling the pace and the game of ice-and-blow.

he spanked your pussy, especially on your clitoris [he does on purpose]. levi'd kept spanking even if you came and squirt all over the bed and his fingers: he'd satisfied only when he sees you're crying and squirming on your juices.

'you were such a good cadet for your captain, now let me taste it'

licking torture as well, but frankly speaking, you love it more than hate it.

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onthr-dream · 2 years

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"Hmm...which one should i bought?"

"Both"

"Let's eat some sushi for dinner!"

"Sure, i'll order the reservation"

"Nooo i don't want to go to the restaurant"

"Then you pick the place, my lady"

"Do you want any particular gift from me, Dai?"

"No, just to stay with me and that's enough for me"

#imagines #scenarios #anime #fluff #fugou keiji balance unlimited #fugo keiji #fugou keiji daisuke #daisuke kambe #daisuke kanbe x reader #daisuke x reader #kambe x reader

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kameriablog · 4 years

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Me enamoré ♡

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ha-hatdog · 4 years

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little one / daisuke kambe

i definitely did not swoon while writing this. again, i did not know if you wanted hcs or one shot but i'll go with one shot. this is a good time to post this since the latest episode showed pics of smol daisuke omg. also, the name of your son is kakeru - yes, as in kakeru from run with the wind lmao

and to those who are saying i should add read more to my long fics, i really want to but i don't have a laptop or computer. i write everything on my phone, on the tumblr app. so if you know how to add read more in posts using the app, then please do dm me. thank chu💛

requested by anon: one where daisuke and reader have a two year old son together? lots of fluff

UNEDITED

Your palm concealed your amused lips, a snort emanating from your wrinkled nose as you took in the sight before you.

Kambe Daisuke was a man of little words and little expressions, and even now, after being married to you for four years and having a son who was now at the age of two, that has not changed. He was still the stoic and cool detective millionaire you have met many years ago - which is exactly what makes the unfolding scene before you much more hilarious.

Monotonous Daisuke, the same man you had seen take down criminals twice his size, was haphazardly sprawled on your carpeted ground, arms and legs outstretched, cheek pressed flat against the material of the carpet as a smaller and cuter carbon copy of him perched comfortably on his back, oblivious to the position he had set his father on, doing nothing but lie down on his father's back and sleep soundly, eyes closed, snoring and wearing such an adorable sleeping face that it was difficult not to coo.

The sight alone was already adorably hilarious, but seeing the genuine distress on Daisuke's face had you doubling over, your palm muffling your laughter.

"Look at you," You whispered at him by the doorframe, your knees bent and your other hand sliding along the frame of the door. "You look so dumb, Daisuke."

"I'm happy at least you find this amusing, but I do not." Your husband responded back in an ired puff, azure eyes glaring at you from the floor. It took all of you not to swoon.

"Don't look at me like that, my love. I can't take you seriously when our son is using you as a mattress." Daisuke's glare intensified, but as your previous statement suggested, all purpose of threat was dulled by the position he was in. "How did you even get yourself in this situation?"

"I find it unnecessary to tell you." Answered Daisuke, and from how his cheeks tinged red, you could only assume it was something embarassing. "Will you help me, love? Take Kakeru off of my back."

You shifted your gaze back to your slumbering son, and a fond smile sprouted on your brims.

Sometimes you wonder how you were even able to make this precious, big eyed, nuzzling baby. He was an exact copy of Daisuke, not a single hint of your genes. Blank face, quiet, raven hair, blue eyes, the little shine in his eyes whenever he saw you - it was like seeing Daisuke when he was a child, and it was because of this fact that you were at least feeling a little bit alright with your son having no semblance with you.

"Kakeru," You whispered to your son as you stepped closer to your best boys with quiet footfalls, and he scrunched his face ay the brief interruption of your cooing voice. You stopped yourself from squishing his cute little face, and knelt down beside them. "Kake -"

Your sentence was cut off when you felt a hand under your knee. Immediately, Daisuke retracted his hand away, hurling your way a soft glare. "Watch where your knee is going."

You chuckled at his dilemma and reached down to stroke his head. "Mattresses don't talk, Daisuke."

"Normal people don't talk to mattresses." Countered Daisuke, huffing and averting his gaze away from you. You stifled your laughter as his pout grew more prominent. It might be very obvious already with how Daisuke has everything handed over to him with a single breath, but your husband absolutely hated losing in any forms ; even in your daily banter, he must always have the last word. People often mistakenly thought that you, being his darling wife that he had persistently courted for a whole year, would be exempted to this childish pettiness you consistently deny her allegations, firmly believing you were receiving the worse end of it. This man cannot forget the times you have successfully reigned victory over his own game, months or weeks, it never failed to be permanently ingrained in his mind ; and this resulted to puzzling moments which goes by a chronological sequence - a relatively normal day, an opportunity to divulge the opening you have unknowingly presented before his feet, and then comes his last word, to which he will remind you as your confused face stared back at him when his out of the blue statement has originally birthed from.

However, there was only one person who could defeat him at that, would never let him get the last word and that is your son Kakeru. As you stared at his sleeping face, you cannot help but smile as you reminiscent that particular day.

***

Haru Kato has been invited to your house to meet Kambe Kakeru. Daisuke has been mildly cross with Haru meeting his son because he was petty and said that Kakeru needed no other man than him but seeing that Daisuke has become good friends with Haru in the two years they were partners, you insisted that he meets him. It was already unfair that Haru had to wait until Kakeru was two to meet him, the first and last time he saw him being after you had given birth (Daisuke only let him have a glimpse then pushed him out of the hospital room because he doesn't want Kakeru thinking he was his father).

"Kakeru," You chided as you crouched beside your son who was hiding behind Daisuke's legs and peering at the gray haired male, eyes curious yet cautious. "Don't you want to meet Uncle Haru?"

Haru stepped closer to the three of you, bent down near Kakeru's height, and outstretched his hand for him to shake. "Hey there, Kakeru." Haru greeted with a smile.

Kakeru recoiled and hid himself further behind Daisuke, hands around his pants tightening. "Daddy," He whimpered. "Bad man."

Haru's face fell at the enunciation, and you covered your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. Daisuke stared blankly at Haru as his hand travelled behind his back to stroke Kakeru's head. "You heard my son. Get out of here, bad man." Daisuke uttered his command.

A tick mark appeared on Haru's forehead at Daisuke's vocalization and before things could escalate out of the power of your responsibility, you interjected, regaiming your proper posture and clasping your hands together. "Kakeru is just wary of Haru because this is the first time he's seeing him, no need to fight." You told them off.

"No, Haru is just naturally scary." Daisuke stated with bantering finality.

"This is coming from a man who barely smiles." Argued Haru, scowling.

"And this is coming from someone who seems to be making a living screaming at me." Countered Daisuke.

Kakeru's eyes widened at what his father had said and shot Haru a small glare, yet his stance never wavered from its hiding place. "He screams at daddy . . . " Murmured Kakeru in a thoughtful trance, and pointed at Haru, shocking all three of you. "D-Don't scream at daddy again!"

Alarm made its way to Haru's facr at the accusation. "No, I have not once yelled at your dad - "

Daisuke turned around and knelt in front of Kakeru. Daisuke stared into his son's eyes and Kakeru stared back. "Don't listen to him, Kakeru. You should never listen to him, never ever. He makes daddy get all angry when we're doing police missions together."

"O-Oi," Haru inserted, fuming. "You're the one who always makes me mad! Don't turn the child on me!"

But Kakeru was not listening to Haru, as his beloved father has told him. Kakeru nodded firmly, lips curling. "Yes, daddy." He vouched in determination.

"Daisuke, stop it." You chastised, sighing and turned to the other detective that was not using your son to his advantage. "Sorry about this, Haru. Kakeru really looks up to Daisuke so he does anything he tells him to."

Kakeru, all of a sudden, began trotting away from the three of you, leaving all of you confused. After a few minutes, Kakeru returned, a determined look on his face.

"Kakeru, sweetheart, where did you go?" You asked as you approached him. "It's rude to leave our guest hanging, you know."

"Fight bad man," You and Haru gasped in horror when your son suddenly brandished a gun to Haru, not just a toy, but a real one. His tiny hands trembled as he was not used to the weight of the metal weapon burdening his grasp, and he was still glaring at Haru. "I pew pew bad guy, mommy, like daddy do with bad guys!"

"Kakeru, where did you get that gun?" You questioned, alarmed and and genuinely frightened. You looked to your husband to assess his reaction, but much to your mortification, Daisuke looked calm as he always is, as if your son wasn't capable of hurting a person as of the moment. "Daisuke, what the hell?"

You let out a yelp when Kakeru turned to you, and in the process, turned the gun to you. "Bad word, Mommy." He scolded. "I don't like."

Daisuke drawled. "It's not a big deal."

Haru growled. "Your son has a weapon! How are you not freaking out?" He then turned to Kakeru and extended his hand. "Give me the gun, Kakeru. Give it."

But Kakeru shook his head defiantly. "No!"

Daisuke frowned at his wife and his partner. "Why are you making a big fuss about this?" He questioned. "It's unloaded and the safety is on."

At the mention of those, you and Haru felt a brief sense of relief until Haru spoke out, "Just because it's unloaded doesn't mean it's okay!"

"It's basically a toy." Retorted Daisuke.

You walked towards your husband and pulled at his ear. His face did not at all change, seemingly expecting this reaction from you. "Daisuke, where did he even get the gun? Has one of yours been just lying around his reach?" This concerned you. If your son was able to get a weapon easily, what more is your husband letting him get?

"I gave him one." Answered Daisuke.

"And why would you give our two year old a gun?" You snapped at him.

"Kakeru said he wanted to hold a gun. Just like you, I said no." Daisuke glanced over at Kakery who was watching the three of you curiously. "However - " He turned back to you, and looked away. " - he's too adorable, as you might say."

You and Haru, in unison, slapped your hands to your forehead, exasperated with Daisuke's response.

"Kakeru probably looked sad when Daisuke said no." Haru remarked. "I can't blame him to be honest."

"He's spoiling him in ways too many." You added, and removed your hand from your forehead. "Daisuke, I know you love our son and pampering him but he can't just have a gun."

"Why, mommy?" You all looked at Kakeru, and immediately understood why Daisuke was forced to give him an unloaded gun. "Not love me?"

"A-Ah," You shrieked, horrified. "The secret move!"

Haru gulps. "This boy knows a little too much about his abilities."

"Even if it doesn't have any bullets?" Daisuked asked you.

You hurtled him a glower. "Even if it doesn't have any bullets and yes, even if it has the safety lock on." You immediately added when you saw Daisuke open his mouth.

Said man huffed. "Fine. If I knew you were going to react like this, I wouldn't have done it."

You and Haru watched as Daisuke knelt down in front of your son. Kakeru stared at his father, eyes wide and admiring. Daisuke lets out a sigh and extended his palm, "Give."

Kakeru shook his head vigorously, and his face scrunched as if he was going to cry but was trying to suppress it. "Daddy no love me too?"

You waited for what Daisuke would do, but he did not move. More seconds has passed, and he was yet to move. You and Haru exchanged glances before you moved over to him, checking him out. "Daisuke, love, what - Daisuke?"

A torn man was what Daisuke coukd be called at that moment. His face was deadpanned, but being with him longer than anyone else, you were able to pick up the small difference his expression held right now.

"U-Uh, Daisuke, are you okay?" You questioned in a form of a titter, eyebrows connected. "Daisuke?"

Haru walked over to Daisuke and leaned to look at him. "A-Ah, he looks like he's suffering."

"No, no," Denied Daisuke, frown deepening as he tried not to fall for his son's adorable trap. "Daddy loves you. But mommy and I agreed that you can't have that kind of toy, Kakeru."

"But," You all drew in a breath Kakeru hugged the gun to his chest, tears prodding the corners of his eyes. "My favorite toy is this."

"But why that, baby?" You asked softly. "You have so many other toys. Why that one?" You recalled the heaping amount of toys Daisuke bought for Kakeru.

Kakeru pouted, cheeks puffing. You couldn't help but imagine little Daisuke like that. "Because Daddy gave me this." Said Kakeru. "I want to be police, like daddy."

Daisuke turned to you, the internal struggle in his eyes prominent but you shook your head at him. Your husband sighed and looked at Kakeru again. He put his hand on top his head and ruffled his hair. Kakeru closed his eyes at the affection, welcoming it and his rigid frame loosening. Kakeru opened his eyes and let out a small noise of surprise as Daisuke wiped a stray tear from his cheek.

From what you can deduce, you knew Daisuke was about to say something brilliant to your son, to teach him something valuable. But before Daisuke could even open his mouth, Haru cut him off -

"A gun doesn't make a cop, Kakeru. It's the sense of justice to do the right thing and keeping people safe does." Haru then proceeded to take out his badge and handing it to Kakeru with a large smile on his face. "You can borrow this for a while, while I'm still here. As much as I want to give it to you, I need it to do my job as a cop. But maybe in the future, you can get one of your own. You'll be just like your dad."

You were impressed by what Haru had said, but Kakeru - his eyes were wide and glittering with admiration as he stared at Haru, all fear of the bad man gone. You swear that there was light all around Haru if you're ever seeing through Kakeru's eyes. But one member of the group disliked this mild change, and it was your irritated and pouting husband.

You covered your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. Daisuke was obviously feeling jealous of Haru now that his son was ignoring him - the emotion only worsening when Kakeru took the badge from Haru and dropped the gun on the ground and stared at the shiny object, whispering, "Uwahh,"

A cloud of dread hung over Daisuke and you patted his back in comfort. "There, there, Daisuke, he's just making a friend."

"But why with Haru?" Grumbled Daisuke, sulking. "And why is he looking at him like that? I should be the only one he's looking at like that. You too, I guess."

You let out a sigh. "You're really jealous when it comes to me and Kakeru."

Haru looked proud of the achievement and improvement he had made with Kakeru, his hands over his hips. "Looks pretty cool, right?"

Kakeru nodded enthusiastically, examining the badge thoroughly. "Very cool." He murmured, and then stared at Haru intently, lips pursing. "I wanna be like Mister Haru when I grow up!"

That was the first time you have seen Daisuke speechless and the last time Haru had seen Kakeru for six months. You were certain Daisuke did not speak to Haru for about two weeks, only communicating through nods and grunts, and Haru did not know whether to feel relieved or irritated at that. Maybe a little bit of both.

But, that was the only time Daisuke did not have the last word.

Kakeru certainly has Daisuke around his little finger.

***

You reached forward and shook Kakeru awake softly. "Kakeru," You chimed, and he scrunched his face again, not wanting to be disturbed sleeping on Daisuke's back. "Wake up, baby,"

Kakeru let out a small groan, and slowly opened his eyes. A familiar pair of blue hues greeted you, the same eyes that you wake up to every morning. Kakeru let out a big yawn and rubbed his left eye with his hand, groaning out, "Mommy," He then looked down at Daisuke who was craning his head to watch his son. "And Daddy."

You smiled at him and opened your arms, hands making grabby movements towards your two year old. "Come here, baby," You cooed sweetly.

Kakeru perked up and a glimmer crossed his eyes, the same glimmer when Daisuke had seen you for the first time. You could never forget that time, and you can never find it more beautiful than seeing that in your son's eyes whenever you offer him affection. Immediately, the two year old scrambled out of Daisuke's back - Daisuke grunted as his little feet padded on his back a few times as he struggled to get to your lap and arms - and sunk in your embrace. Your eyes grew gentler as Kakeru snuggled closer to your chest, cheek rubbing on your clothing and his hands clinging to the fabric.

"Are you tired, baby?" You questioned as you stroked the back of his head, finger running over his hair.

Kakeru nodded tiredly. "Daddy played cops and robbers with me."

"Let me guess, you were the cop and he was the robber?" You commented.

"Yes, and I captured Daddy many, many times." Answered Kakeru, proud with himself.

"Oh, is that so? That's amazing, baby. You're going to be a great cop like Daddy." You then turned over to Daisuke who was now recovering from being used as a bed. He dusted himself as he sat properly on the ground in front of you. "Is that why you were under him? Because you were arrested?"

Daisuke looked away. "I think I need to teach him how to properly apprehend a criminal."

You giggled. "When he's older, Daisuke."

He faced you with a sharp twist of his face, expression determined. "He won't grow older."

You frowned. "What?"

You and Daisuke looked down to see Kakeru fighting the need to sleep, his eyes opening and closing.

"I don't . . . " Daisuke trailed off, and a trace of embarassment scrawled on his face. You rarely see your husband embarassed and so you waited for him to continue. " . . . I don't want Kakeru to grow up."

You shook your head lightly, smile broadening. "Daisuke," You whispered, and when he did not look at you, you called him again. "Love, look at me."

He did so, and with one hand, you cradled his face. "I know how you feel. I understand where you're coming from. But - " You mused. " - don't you want to see our son grow up to be a fine man? To be the person he aspires to be? To be like you?"

Daisuke stares back at you, and took a gander at Kakeru who was beginning to fall asleep. He lets out a sigh and nodded in agreement, "I guess that would be pleasant to see."

"And he'll marry a great girl." You added.

"Marry mommy," Kakeru drawled. He was forcing himself to stay awake but his eyes was not cooperating with his spirits.

Daisuke scooted closer to both of you and brushed his knuckles on Kakeru's forehead. "Marry mommy? You're going to take mommy away from me?"

Kakeru shook his head. "Marry someone like mommy," One of his hand extended and took hold of Daisuke's shirt, the other still clinging to you. Kakeru looked up at both of you, still comfortable in your lap and chest. His eyes, again, were bright. "I want family like me, and mommy, and daddy."

Warmth swathed your chest, your heart melting. You took a gander to Daisuke and saw that the expression he wore - love, care, and the promise of sacrifice when it comes to it and when he looked at you, the emotions never faltered, and they only grew stronger. Sometimes you wonder just how much Daisuke loved you and Kakeru.

"A family like the three of us." Kakeru let go of your clothing and showed three fingers of his and quickly pressed the three digits together. "A happy family."

Kakeru fell asleep after his statement. His arm dropped and his head moved to one side, his eyes closed and lips parted.

"We should tuck him in." Daisuke declared.

"Yeah," You agreed and Daisuke helped you stand up, making sure you two aren't waking your sleeping son. You moved him to his bed, setting him down the mattress gently. Daisuke took the liberty of putting the blanket over Kakeru. Your child shifted in his spot, and cuddled to his pillow.

You sat on the bed beside Kakeru, observing your son. "Already tired when the morning has just barely started." You chuckled.

"He said he needed practice to be a cop, and I couldn't say no." Daisuke inserted.

"You can never say no to Kakeru anyways." You jested.

"Same with you." Daisuke knelt down beside the bed, arms resting on the mattress and his head level with his son's. He admired Kakeru, his deadpan expression gone and a small smile on his face. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Kakeru's cheek, lingering for a while before pulling away.

Daisuke faced you and you raised an eyebrow as he took your hand.

"You have given me a beautiful son. Thank you so much, my love."

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burn out. sleep in. | ꒰ daisuke kambe ╲ short story ꒱

⪩ ☁︎．pairing: daisuke × cherloque (oc). ⪩ ☁︎．scenario: in daisuke's mansion. ⪩ ☁︎．warning: fluffity fluffing fluffy fluff; don't ask how many cups of coffee i had today.

there's nothing impresses cher more than strict and functional work ethics.

while hers were next to inhumane possibilities, she certainly appreciate a good line of virtues while doing the tasks in hand.

today was the day she was impressed with daisuke's ethics.

it was evident by the way how daisuke was sprawling across his desk. his arms were across the surface, plastering all the messy documents down. his face was straight pasted down on the surface as well. his hair looked so ruffled and messy and tousled, as if he hadn't brushed his hair at all since his bath. although he was just wearing his casual clothes of white, dress shirt and black vest, when cher peeked down, they were rumpled and crinkled. in his right hand was a ballpoint pen that kept inking a document. in his left hand was a correction tape.

'geez,' cher thought, chuckling to herself. 'when i said he can help me lessen the workload, i didn't mean you should literally obliterate by yourself, daisuke.'

it was oddly comedic. and it brought pride and satisfaction cher. although, she had to be honest, it kinda worried as well because she actually saw what was it like being wiped out from work.

'is he drooling or...?,' cher wondered. she bent down on daisuke's level and slightly tilted his head. the cop suddenly murmured something, which caught cher almost off-guard. luckily, he didn't wake up, and he just kept on slumbering. 'oh,' cher thought. 'he's actually drooling.'

cher took out her handkerchief and dabbed his lips dry. she swore to god, she's finidng him endearing at the moment.

the daisuke she usually saw was insensitive, thick-skinned, and thoughtless. it just irritated her, to be honest, when she's facing someone who seemed to be just like her in some aspects. while she did mirror his traits sometimes, she knew there were boundaries between on how far they could be with their negative traits. plus, nothing infuriates her more when daisuke is manifesting his galling personality.

but, right now?

she seemed to fond of this kind of daisuke. a daisuke that seemed to have his whole guard down; a daisuke that seemed to have actually expressing good work habits for once; a daisuke that seemed to be drooling over documents cutely like a baby.

'you can actually be a dork sometimes,' cher mentally commented as she puts daisuke's head down.

"i see daisuke-sama wiped himself out."

"hello, suzue-san." cher smiled at the kambe relative. "yeah, i think he had." cher softly patted his head.

suzue rolled a cart of tea kettle, teacups, and tea cups towards the desk, glancing over daisuke. she suddenly said, "you influenced him."

"did i?"

"yeah," suzue replied, pouring a cup for cher. "ever since eight months ago, i guess." the petite japanese woman handed the englishwoman the tea.

cher laughed as she accepted the cup. she said, "i didn't know."

"well... now you do. besides, i think he also took up your 'burn out, sleep in' habit."

cher covered her lips as she laughed even more. she said, "oh, god, i'm so sorry, suzue-san. i didn't really mean it, i promise."

perhaps some supernatural jolted him awake because daisuke suddenly sat up straight. it's almost like he woke up from a nightmare, to be honest. after all, his sudden jerky movements startled cher and suzue.

"daisuke-sama!"

"daisuke?!"

but maybe the effects of it didn't last long because daisuke suddenly felt the sleepy spell come back to him a flash. his body swayed, however, to his side, directly at cher. in shock, cher put down the teacup as soon as she can on the desk as she caught daisuke's dropping head in her hands.

"daisuke!" cher exclaimed, holding the cop's head in her palms while laughing at his accidental antic. "come on... get up now! up, up!"

"can't," daisuke said monotonously. "too lazy..." he took a deep, relaxing inhale. then he continued, "soft hands..."

if someone had punch-drunked daisuke, the last two words he said should be valid and verifiable, but he wasn't, he isn't. the sleepy spell must've been strong for daisuke to handle because it seemed he had a loose mouth now, which only resulted for cher to find him even more amusing and comical.

"i'm serious, though," cher said as she put daisuke's head back down on the surface. "you're going to get a stiff neck after you're done taking your unprecendented nap."

"don't care," daisuke mumbled.

"doesn't that sound familiar?" suzue teasingly asked as she retrieved the teacup cher used.

cher flustered suddenly and said to suzue, embarrassingly, "shut up."

"if you stop influencing daisuke-sama."

"shut up both of you."

in the few moments that went quick, suzue left without the cart and cher went over the couch to grab a quilt-blanket which she draped across daisuke's back. she tucked the blanket in the most comfortable way for daisuke.

little did cher knew, daisuke was already awake and had no plans of sleeping again. but knowing the fact that cher was working with the blanket, he decided to pretend like he was still sleeping.

"you're actually adorable when you drool, daisuke," cher said to no one in particular. "you look like a baby that i would take in and care for. only, you're four years older than me and you're a grown adult. tsk, tsk, tsk... if i treat you like a child, haru would implement that regimen for all time since you're quite the thoughtless kind, to be honest." cher finished tucking himself and looked proud at herself for doing something domestic without being violent first. "but i wonder, you know. about the chances i would get in the future of babying you. but then again... if i do, suzue-san would join and you would like a living joke."

daisuke felt a slight tick on his forehead.

"and yet... i'd bet you'd like it."

something foreign was upon his hair and daisuke felt that it was warm... inviting... homely.

cher pecked his hair.

"sleep tight, love."

when cher left, daisuke lifted his head and shook it, whispering, "i don't mind being babied."

⪩ ☁︎．note: republished for archiving purposes; heavy wip; under semi-hiatus.

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Can I request a jealous haru or daisuke with a s/o? 👀

territorial (daisuke kanbe)

Daisuke Kanbe has everything, everything a person could ever desire. Charisma, smarts, blindingly good looks, and more money than anyone should ever be allowed to have, He doesn’t have anything to feel threatened about, right? Right?

“And you’re there was no one in the office when you left?” you asked, jotting down important details in your notepad.

The sleazy looking film director shook his head, “Absolutely sure, sweetheart.”

A vein popped up on Daisuke’s forehead. This was the third time in a row when this useless scumbag had used some inappropriately intimate nickname to refer to you, and Daisuke was this close to losing it.

How convenient, he thought, that Haru had to choose this particular day to fall sick and take a leave. As a result, you had been the one to end up accompanying him to this case, investigating the murder of a popular local actress. This asshole director in front of you was the one who was directing her latest movie.

“O-oh.” You faltered slightly at his words, shyly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, “Well, thank you so much for your time, Mr. – “

“Yes, thank you for your time.” Daisuke cut in briskly, taking the notepad from your hand and pocketing it, before gripping your wrist, “If you don’t mind, we have other, more important matters to attend to.”

You gave him a surprised look, “Wait, Daisu – “

“Let’s go, baby.”

With that, he stalked out of the man’s office, all but dragging you behind him. It wasn’t until you had reached the elevators that you finally managed to free yourself from his grip.

“What the hell, Daisuke!?”

He turned to face you, the usual nonchalant expression back on his face, “What?”

“That’s not how you behave with a potential witness! Do you know how much crucial information you might have costed us?”

“I honestly have no idea.” He shrugged, stepping in behind you as the elevator doors opened, “But it couldn’t have been worth more than a million. Five million?”

You pressed the button for the ground floor, and turned around to face him with an incredulous look on your face, “That’s not even the poi – “

In an instant, the air was knocked out of your lungs as he pushed you up against the wall of the elevator, and you let out a small gasp. One of his hands trailed down the side of your hip, while the other lightly held your chin and tilted it up.

His steely eyes narrowed at you, “Did you not see how that scumbag was leering at you?”

“R-really? I didn’t – “ you swallowed hard. Your face felt hot, and words refused to form in any coherent manner in your head. With him standing so awfully close to you, it was hard to even think straight

“I cannot stand anyone looking at you like that.” He growled, his grip on your hp tightening a little, “You’re mine, and I’m only one who’s allowed to that.”

His nose brushed against yours, one of his knees jammed in between your legs and you gasped, “It’s – it’s not like that, Daisuke. You don’t have to – “

His lips crashing on to yours never let you complete your sentence, and even though the kiss was bruising and made you see stars, you still couldn’t help being a little miffed about being cut off yet again. The kiss was bruising and passionate, and yet also filled with a strange kind of longing. One of his hands carded through your hair, while your own gripped the lapels of his coat tightly.

You ran out of breath just before the elevator doors opened. Panting and red-faced, you looked at him with wide eyes. He gave you a small, lopsided smirk, wiping the corner of your lips with his thumb, before shoving his hands into his pockets and walking out.

“Daisuke, wait!” You blinked, before running to catch up with him. Once you did, you held on to his sleeve and gave him a teasing smile, “I did know you could get so jeal - “

“Oh God, don’t say it...”

You laughed, “Jealous.”

“Territorial.” He corrected. As the two of you continued to walk towards the car, he took one hand out of the pocket and intertwined it with yours, pulling you a little closer.

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