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imo-chan-imagines · 3 years

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heyyyy :)

i hope you have a good day.

i would like to request a part 2 (or maybe more parts)

of the Kambe daisuke str!pclub story.

i love you storys btw <3

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Daisuke × fem!stripper!reader

♡ Sequel to: Eat The Rich ♡

Warnings: 18+, spicy smuttt 🥵, holy water on standby pls, strip club, sex for money, protected sex + mentions of raw sex, close to hate fucking 🤏, maybe some dub-con if you're really squinting but not really, 1 (one) light booty slap lmao, sugar daddy proposal 👀, dark themes, swearing, Daisuke being one cocky son of a biatch lol, request, drabble

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"Fuck," Daisuke hisses. His grimace dissolves into a smirk as he looks up at you.

His view is perfect as he watches you slowly slide up and down on your knees, taking him inside you, inch by inch. He holds your thigh, fingers clutching at your flesh, before running his thumb over the skin.

It's been two months since he first came to the club and made his little 'business proposal'. Now he's a regular, stopping by at least three times a week, just to fuck you – or for you to fuck him. That's how it usually goes.

At least he normally brings condoms with him now. Raw costs him extra. A lot extra.

Not that it isn't enjoyable – fuck, his dick is so good, it's unfair. Like you're ever going to tell him that.

A slap lands on the side of your ass, snapping you back into the moment. It sounded worse than it felt, nice and audible against the curve.

"Attention on me," he says, almost softly. Demanding prick. You narrow your eyes at him.

Fine. If he wants your full attention, that's what he's going to get.

You sit up straighter, rising up onto you knees, and increase the pace of your movements until you're bouncing on is cock, your thighs burning. Your eyes glint in wicked satisfaction as you recognise the frustration in his face as he struggles with himself against the sudden increase in stimulation.

But rather than sink under your determination, he rises to the challenge. He grips your hips for stability, bucking up to meet you every time you fall and swallow his length into your tight, little cunt.

His breaths are rougher, he's less collected. That stupid, supercilious grin is still there, but it's shifted into something more amused. Like he enjoys the competition.

A hand comes up and cups your breast as it bounces, thumbing over your nipple, before he pulls you forwards, enveloping it in his mouth. He licks and sucks.

You feel weak under his touch, but you keep fucking yourself down on him, the tip of his cock reaching so deep inside you that you feel like whining. But when he peers up at you with those icy eyes, his tongue still wrapped around your nipple, you shudder, almost collapsing against him.

The coil in your stomach tightens as he thrusts up into you, your hips grinding desperately into his movements as you chase your high.

"Gonna cum for me, hm?" he coos, too sweetly to be genuine. He chuckles through his ragged breaths, the air cool on your sweat-covered skin, and his voice drops. "Go on, cum for me. Do it."

His fingers find your clit and start making slow, deliberate circles. He's barely been stroking you for more than a few of seconds before you're clinging to his neck and rutting your hips against him as your tight walls squeeze and flutter around his cock.

He muffles his grunts as you cum, gritting his teeth as you fall to pieces against him.

"D...don't fight it," you mumble into his shirt, clutching at the loose tie that's come undone around his neck. "...cum for me too. Wanna feel it." You can feel him throbbing inside you at your words.

He pushes you face-down onto the seat and re-enters you, thrusting at his own pace until his fingers dig into your hips and he spills out inside the rubber with a dissolute groan.

It's only ten minutes later, when you're both redressed, that he speaks again, this time with a business proposal even more ridiculous than the last.

You cock you eyebrow at him. "You want me to what?"

"Quit your job here and come for work me. Just for me." He leans back in the seat the way he always does, taking out a cigar and lighting it with his Zippo.

"What, you afraid I'm fucking my other clients?" you scoff. "They fucking wish they were that rich."

"Is that a no?" he says, in reference to his offer. He snaps the Zippo shut and puffs out a plume of smoke in your direction.

"I didn't say that." It would mean no more creepy losers. No more guys' hands you didn't want on you. No more work. "What would you be then? My sugar daddy?" you tease, smoothing out your dress.

"You could call it that." He draws on the cigar again. "I'll even buy you your own place, if that's what you want. Just keep doing this with me, and I'll pay you more than you could ever need."

"You're already doing that."

"Then I'll pay you even more."

You laugh, but he doesn't, and it shuts you up. There's something odd about his behaviour. He isn't as cocky and smirking as usual. It's almost affectionate, but you tell yourself 'posessive' is more likely the ticket.

"Well?" he asks, tilting his head to the side.

Well. There was only one answer a girl like you could give to an offer like that. Right?

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straycat-writes · 4 years

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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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xobabyalina · 3 years

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Hey everyone!! I opened the ask box so if anyone wants to request drabbles I’ll gladly make them for you!!

Please request any if you want <33

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ecclectricity · 4 years

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We need not mourn the dead, they are already gone. Mourn those who survive them - they need yet endure their absence.

Daisuke never understood the idea that ignorance is bliss.

As someone privy to all information at the flick of a wrist, the concept of someone being better off not knowing something had always baffled him. The thing that had finally wrested him from his monochromatic life had been a pursuit of knowledge - a truth that the powers of the universe had seen fit to keep from him. And in learning that truth, he finally reached a conclusion:

Ignorance. . . had its perks.

No, no, that wasn’t strictly true, but as he walked up to the building ( clinical inside and out, a single floor for accessibility, but built on a private beach for the veneer of privacy and luxury - a perfect place to hide someone who wasn’t supposed to exist, view and anonymity ), he could nearly understand the appeal. Two weeks ago, the idea of seeing this man again turned his blood caustic, built in the back of his throat. Today?

Well, his stomach was still turning. Just in a very different way.

Daisuke thought he heard Katou speak - maybe he was trying to do that thing he did for all of their ( Katou’s - you resigned ) coworkers: offering a kind word of support, despite their tenuous navigation of partnership up until now. It wasn’t that he wasn’t appreciative, but the sound of his own blood in his ears melded with the surf, his eyes drawn to the beginning dredges of the setting sun glistening off steel blue cinder blocks and distorted one-way glass. Katou may have noticed how one-track Daisuke’s mind could get. And this was one thing that, despite strong urges to permit himself to do, he was not going to pass up.

He blinked, and found himself within the compound - his body had moved without him. The inside was as impersonal as the outside. Even the staff donned the most basic of scrubs, the most utilitarian of resources. He half expected that his grandmother might have been more profligate in the care of her son, he thought with no small amount of ire. From what the staff was telling him though, the expense would be unnecessary. What were finaries to someone who could not appreciate them?

“Now, please don’t be disheartened. We have been taking exemplary care of your father all this time, but I do feel I should warn you of his state. You see-”

Unresponsive to all but the most extreme of situations for years, prone to fits of panic and unrest, nary a glint of recognition at even the closest of family members ( what a way to find out not only had she hidden him, let Daisuke believe the panicked and simple explanations of an impetuous child, but she’d visited him without a word- ). The odds were slim that Daisuke would even meet his eye, let alone hear his voice.

Oddly, that wouldn’t be much of a change from the last two decades. In all ways other now than physical, his father was a corpse.

The doctor loomed by the door, and Daisuke could recognize how unnerved he was. The scion of the Kambe family wasn’t supposed to know this place existed, let alone access it. How to behave, what would be acceptable; he was used to watching that expression, the bow and scrape of those trying to curry his favor. He wasn’t here for the doctor, hadn’t even bothered to read his name tag - there would be no favor for that man.

Instead, Daisuke swallowed the lump that had formed unbeknownst to him in his throat ( what for, nothing’s going to happen, this won’t mean anything, it changes nothing, you’re being foolish- ) and reached for the door. Steadily, just as he’d been instructed- no quick or unpredictable movements, no loud sounds-, he turned the handle. He slid into the doorway and clicked it gently shut behind him.

Shigemaru’s back was to him. Seated as he was in that wheelchair, the window let in light just enough to frame him with a halo of sunlight that bounced off the waved just beyond his window. Daisuke wanted to spare a look around the room - he had every intention of doing so, especially since he could see from beyond his periphery that this was the room where opulence had been allowed ( perhaps to try to suss out the man within the shell? Or to simply offer comfort - he didn’t know what the thought process was ). But he found himself stuck on the visage in a way he hadn’t been back in Lab 3, seeing that familiar face long thought dead. This wasn’t the vindicated anger he’d felt before, the kick down the pitch he needed to push just a little more to find his answers. There was no accomplishment here. Rooted to the spot, Daisuke thought he was being pulled by two strings in his heart - apprehension and grief.

He hadn’t mourned when he was told his father had passed in near tandem with his mother. Daisuke knew what he’d seen, and for the few days following, he would not spare the tears- he pestered and poked and practically plagued his grandmother with his, as she referred to them, baseless accusations, his insistence that he knew what father did. She would hear none of it, and by the time that the investigation had reached his home, he’d been extricated. ‘In his grief’, she had cited, it had been deemed best for him to be ‘cared for in England with family’. His exasperation, resentment grew over the next few years, curdling from patience to apathy as the idea of ever convincing someone, finding that justice for his mother became nothing more than a blip on the horizon. Only one person had ever trusted him, endorsed his ideas.

And it was partially thanks to her that he was here, in a way. It wasn’t an ideal solution, and reconciling it against nineteen years of vexation and vitriol was not so easily done. It was obvious and incomprehensible why his chest seemed to want to cave in on itself ( even beyond the still mending broken ribs ).

Daisuke was uncertain if he had stared for thirty seconds or minutes by the time he summoned the courage ( damn it all ), the determination to cross the room. If this were a movie, it’d be a touching reunion- despite his years of acrid resentment, he was ready to accept his father and be a family, and through those sincere feelings of love, his father would awaken and the sunset would glow behind them and their fond tears. . . sounded like something Katou would watch.

Reality wasn’t so rose-tinted, and Daisuke grabbed the chair from the clearly unused desk, tugged it into place, and took a seat with his back to the window, facing his father.

His father. . .

Daisuke’s memory was hardly photorealistic, not blessed in the way Suzue was, but his parents’ were faces he would never be able to forget. Despite that, Hattori looked more like Shigemaru than his own flesh and blood. It was as though his face had been shorn off to create that mask Hattori had donned, replaced instead with the mask, the remnants that his own mother’s actions had left him with. And somehow, Daisuke found a bit of comfort in the unrecognizability of it all. A thin veil from the reality he was being battered with wasn’t a bad thing.

For a long moment, Daisuke simply watched him. And stewed. Where previously he had understanding in his emotions, a quiet in his unreset, that equilibrium began to stir.

“I suppose I should say something.”

His words were a gunshot in a monastery.

Shigemaru didn’t flinch.

“Perhaps not.”

His heart twisted, and it felt for a moment like the room was starting to bend and bow. If he weren’t sitting, perhaps it would have been an issue. But as he stared at the unmoving face of his father ( he knew- they had told him and he knew ), it was as if his body, after nineteen years, had finally started to learn the process of grieving. What perplexed and frustrated him was what he was grieving.

Sayuri Kambe was dead, and her justice had been dealt. Nothing he had done, could ever do, would fix that.

Shigemaru Kambe wasn’t. And somehow, he was just as much a victim as Sayuri, even more than Daisuke himself: they both had died on that day.

And that had taken everything from him.

A father was supposed to teach their son. If Daisuke had known, if he had taken a few steps into that room, perhaps he could have learned, changed the unbearable present he now needed to navigate. If just a small step could have changed this, enlightened him. . . Daisuke could have had a father.

He could have taught him how to tie his own tie instead of Suzue, who finally caught him fumbling with it at the start of year six. He could have shown him which scotch was actually decent instead of just a price on a bottle ( his father had always seemed to know that sort of thing ). He could have shown Daisuke how to dress in an austere, classy way without being garish or pompous - trust him, the start of secondary had been a testament to needing that lesson quicker than he’d gotten it, though he imagined he’d found a healthy middle by now. He could have taught him how to impress women ( men? Would that conversation have ever come up? Would they have been close enough, would it have mattered to Shigemaru? ). He could have taught him to take over the Kambe family with earnestness and devotion rather than the resignation that no one else, nor likely himself, was dutifully qualified for the position.

He was supposed to have fought with him, scolded him for being selfish and irresponsible with their wealth, taught him how to have an argument and still manage to come back together despite it ( that was what he meant to happen, wasn’t it. . .? What he’d thought that night would be. . .? )

Shigemaru Kambe should have been his father.

Shigemaru Kambe was a husk.

And Daisuke was just as helpless and impudent as he had been at eight, but ignorance had matured into wisdom to know now that this was something he could never remedy.

He was gripping his pant leg hard enough that the burns on his hand were starting to hurt more than the nails through the fabric of his suit pants. Daisuke focused, bit down on his lip harder than he strictly should have to stop that incessant wobbling, and adjusted his gloves with a wince. This was getting neither of them anywhere.

Standing, Daisuke felt his limited balance in the wake of everything catching up with him, reaching back to steady himself on his chair. Maybe Suzue was right. Coming here wasn’t helpful when he didn’t even know what he wanted from it. But he’d needed to know, to affirm with his own eyes. . . for some reason. Maybe later he could look back and feel better about this moment.

Right now, he felt uncommonly faint, the churning in his stomach doing no assist to his carefully doctored composure.

Stiffly, Daisuke stood, adjusting his tie, before offering a bow. “I hope I haven’t taken up too much of your time. . . Kambe Shigemaru.” Can’t say it to him, can you? Coward. After all of the time resenting him, calling him father felt disingenuous and disrespectful.

He stood. He took a deep, purposeful breath through his nose. He took two steps-

Something caught his wrist.

Startled, he paused, peering down. Shigemaru’s left hand had caught the edge of his suit jacket, and while the force on it was minuscule, there was the barest of a grip. Daisuke felt as if the room had begun hurtling through space, blurring around him. He wasn’t supposed to recognize anything that had happened, he never reacted or responded, that’s what they’d told him. This wouldn’t be some movie magic or heartfelt reconciliation, it was reality and it was-

“Say. . . Sayuri. . .”

Cruel. And purposelessly so.

Shigemaru’s hand dropped listlessly against the arm of his chair, and Daisuke could almost make out the muttered words, “Looks just. . . just like my. . .”

Of all the things he resented his grandmother for, he was appalled and insurmountably aggrieved to know that what could have been his father - the real one, one whose only crime had been grief and allegiance to a family prepared to bloody themselves for greed and impunity - was among them. That was something he could never have back, despite his proximity. He hadn’t been this close to his father in nineteen years, but the chasm between them stretched further than it had in twenty-seven. The bridge wasn’t burned, it was surgically removed, the ground on the far side buckled and cracked until it was so beyond repair that no amount of stabilization could remedy it.

Daisuke closed his eyes, steeled his breath. He took five seconds to collect himself.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

. . .

He opened his eyes. “Goodbye.”

The door opened easily, and Daisuke did not bother to stick around to brief the doctor on his family reunion. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he made a bee-line to the entrance.

It was like succor to the parched, opening the door from that sterile building and bathing himself in the warmth of the setting sun yet again. A smell of salt and brine had never been so inviting, and it felt like the very act of leaving the building had severed an unknown chain that had tied him so tight that every sinew relaxed. The faint feeling came back for a moment, wafting over him in the wake of the tension leaving, but another deep breath and a lean against the wall for a spell remedied it well enough. He was free, in a way. There was certainly one shackle of his history still tethered to him- he could tell from the cold spot in his chest that remained despite the sun and the distant sight of his partner in the distance. But he supposed that was just his burden to bear.

His balance still fought with him as he stepped pointed from one rock to the next, picking his way from the grassy hill to the beach where Katou stood.

“Were you able to meet him?” Katou asked.

“No.” The reply left him before he could reconcile that he was speaking, but it was no less true. He’d simply attended a wake, nothing more.

He spared one glance back. Just the one. He could give himself that.

And then he moved on. He’d never been able to accept ignorance.

Just once, maybe he regretted his diligence.

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eydi-andrius · 2 years

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Office War | Daisuke Kambe x Reader

Originally posted by Operation : ugawts

Summary: A one shot about Daisuke tormenting you for making him mad

Warnings: Possible proofreading mishap

Genre: Fluff, Angsty, Childish lol

The beautiful divider came from @firefly-graphics

A/N: I'm back, I guess.... I'll try to upload oneshots or even drabbles since I'm planning to open my ao3 soon. Anyways, Enjoy!

You don't really know when it started. But the moment you told Daisuke that he is a selfish prick and has no heart for others, he started pissing you off more often.

You were mad. Pissed off at him for offering money to others when he became your partner during Haru's absence. Your best friend can barely walk nor stand up during those times due to high fever. And you even need to force and threaten the guy to rest or you'll break his legs for good.

And so, you have no choice but to babysit Kambe while you do your work. However, his way of working is disgusting and annoyed you to no end during that day. You remember how he just shrugged off your concerns when you told him it was not right to bribe people off for information. Walking around as if he has no partner with him. Working as if he is the only person available on the crime scenes. And taking all of the work for himself as if you were an incompetent fool and you're just a hindrance on his work.

You remember being blinded by rage when you yelled at him. The moment seems to stop and most onlookers were staring at you with curious and shocked looks on why the hell are you yelling in the middle of the street at a peaceful two in the afternoon.

It was too late when you realize how rude that was. Of course you are pissed but it was no excuse to judge a person's character and yelled at him in public. It was just morally wrong. And well, this guy is also very close to your friend. When you realized that you need to apologize, you stopped on your tracks when you saw a frown on his forehead.

You see, Daisuke only has that calm demeanor all the time and seeing his reaction really surprised you. You were in the middle of contemplating whether to say sorry or not when you see the subtle pursed of his lips and then he walked away from you. Giving you no chance to apologize nor explain yourself.

That was 1 week ago so you thought maybe he already forgave you. Also, you really don't have the time to apologize because the moment Haru was back, you barely see the two sitting ducks at the office so you kinda forget about it.

It wasn't obvious at first. It just tiny little pranks that will not kill you but will obviously brew anger as the time goes by.

Sometimes you'll see your favorite pen on different places and blame Teppei for using it on his gambling antics. And the guy will just yell back against your accusations and tells you that he has his own lucky pen for his bets.

The snacks given to you by your friends abroad were gone when you checked your drawers, and you'll ask Mahoro if she saw it, she'll reply no and help you find all of it in exchange for a taste. But you only found the wrapper in the rooftop, laying around empty.

Your computer flickering all the time but when IT check for any issues, they'll found nothing and you're left with a flickering monitor afraid to bother a very busy department to fix your computer that was already deemed as nothing.

So how exactly did you find that it was Daisuke's fault? Well,

It was a Saturday. You three, Daisuke, Haru and you, were doing field work and looking for a place to eat your lunch. You were so busy being hungry to notice that during that time Daisuke is just following you two around looking for seats in empty food places for them to just flat out tell you that their place is already reserved. You don't even remember how many places you've asked that day. You just can see that even though its weekend, it was clear that most places has a space for you three.

Three? Ah yes, Daisuke is with you. That's when you saw it. The smug look and smirk on adorning his face and the events from last week came crushing back in your head.

"You!" You pointed your finger accusingly at him. Earning a raised eyebrow in return as if you didn't see that face looking at you smugly earlier.

"Hey!" You heard Haru in the background but you don't care anymore as you grabbed Daisuke in the collar and stared at him angrily.

You are hungry, tired and annoyed from all the bottled up frustration happening on you during that week. You thought that today would be better with a cold sweet drink and scrumptious lunch but no! This guy just can't be stopped!

"What are you? A child!? Isn't tormenting me during the weekdays enough with you? I'm not even supposed to work today and you know that. But I came here because we're lacking with people but you still continue doing this shitty, childish revenge that you think I deserve after what I said to you last week! Well, I was actually planning to apologize but I didn't get a chance because I was busy being tormented the whole time! And now after what you've done, I really do believe that you're a selfish prick with no heart. And oh! Childish too!" You shoved him backwards and he almost stumbled in the process. You didn't realize it but tears were already falling down your cheeks when you let go of his collar. You saw that Daisuke's eyes widen before you walked away from him and Haru. You heard Haru called you many times but you just don't care anymore. You don't deserve this! Hells! This job is always busy and stressful. And the feeling of being takin' away all the good stuffs, even a little, will make anyone angry and furious!

Well, that was 2 days ago. It is Tuesday now and Haru is in your kitchen preparing food for you. You winced when he removed the fever aid in your forehead and replace it with a new one. You breathe a sigh of relief as the cool soothing feeling touched your head. Removing the thermometer when it beeped and nods when he saw your temperature haven't change still.

"Well, it seems like you caught my fever from the last time you tended to me." You heard him sighed as he tapped your shoulders.

"I already place anything that you may need beside you. Even though I do want to stay and help you out, we really don't have enough people to help doing the field work. Call me when you need anything." You grumbled a low yes and he looked at you carefully before nodding again and walking at the door.

You sighed when you hear the door shutting softly and drifted off to sleep.

You don't know what time it was when you heard the door opening again. You didn't bother to check who it was because you can barely open your eyes and its probably just Haru. You softly sighed when you feel a soft cool hand touched your head. It is much smoother and less calloused than Haru so you tried to open your eyes vaguely and saw Daisuke's face.

"Daisuke?" you mumbled as you drifted back to sleep.

You have woken up by the smell of something good and the soft clutter of steel and a careful thud of your table beside you. You grumbled when something warm touched your face and called your name. You slowly open your eyes adjusting to the low light of your room that seems to shine much harsher since all you do is sleep the whole day.

When the person woke you up confirmed that you're already awake, he helped you out to sit up and place your back softly against the wall for support.

"Can you tell me what time is it already, Haru?" You softly asked as you try to open your eyes fully.

"It's already 6 PM and no I'm not Haru." A silky low voice replied beside you which made you gasped in surprise and look at Daisuke who is sitting on the other side of your small table.

"What are you doing here?" You asked in surprised which made you winced and cough at the sudden used of your voice for the whole day of not talking. You gladly accept the water given by Daisuke and sigh when the cool water hits your dry throat. You feel him softly patting and smoothing your back for comfort.

"Before you ask why Haru is not here, he was asked to do overtime but he receives your message about more fever medicine and asked me if I can deliver it to you instead since its my off tomorrow. Yes, I'm just supposed to drop by but since I'm already here I welcomed myself in your kitchen and cook food for you. Haru will be back much later. And I can't just leave a sick person with no food." You just stared at him through the rim of the glass as he tries to explain himself on why he is still in your home.

"Well, thank you for that. I appreciate it a lot." You saw for a brief moment a surprise look on his face which completely vanished the moment you saw it. He probably expects you to argue with him since you do that two a lot.

"And also I'm sorry for yelling last time. I hate that I've said that to you. It was so not me to tell a person something like that. It's technically your fault because you're such an asshole most of the time but I still have no right to say that." You apologize sincerely as you placed down your glass on the table.

Maybe it was the fever but you're sure that you saw a hint of genuine smile on his face as he said, "Its no problem and I'm sorry too." But maybe you're just imagining things.

It took you a week to fully recover. Even though your job is very stressful, you love it and enjoy working with the force so you can't help the little skip and smile that adorns your face when you opened the door to your department.

Your face was graced with a frown as you see your co-workers hovering over your table.

What is it this time? Is it Daisuke again? I thought we're okay already?

"Hey Mahoro! What are you doing at my table?" The pink haired girl looked up at you with a grin on her face.

"Look at this Y/N! Bunch of snacks from abroad!" She yelled as she practically dragged you on your table where you saw a bunch of snacks stacked on your table that is looking more neatly and very different from the way your table usually looks like.

This one looks more organized and fixed. Just like a home office table you see online. But out of all the things that adorned your desk, a flower vase with orchid caught your eyes. Orchids is your favorite flower. You plucked out the little note on the vase and read it.

I'm glad you're feeling better. Welcome back. - Daisuke

You read out loud.

"This guy! There's only one beautiful lady working on this department but he still trying to steal her! Is love really about money!? C'mon! You already have the money and looks!"

You blushed when you heard Shinnosuke whispering loudly while being consoled by Teppei offering him a scratch card. Beside you Mahoro is checking out all the snacks on your table given by Daisuke asking you if you can share it to her. Through the panic you looked at your boss who only laugh at your panicky reaction. You can't help it but feel the heat on your place getting warmer.

"Daisuke!" You yelled while the chatter around you continues.

Meanwhile, Daisuke smirks when HEUSC updates him about your reaction to his gifts. Even though you hated it when he teased you last time. Maybe you will welcome this type of teasing. Its just that you're too cute when annoyed and pouting.

#millionaire detective #daisuke kambe #balance unlimited #haru katou #daisuke kambe x reader #oneshot #oneshots #reader insert #balance: unlimited #fuguo keiji: balance: unlimited #fuguo keiji

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living-scrap · 3 years

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Daisuke kambe

Pairing: Daisuke kambe x male reader

Summary: daisuke isn’t one to show affection,but he took a new step in the relationship and took control over affection for once

Warnings: fluff idk

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Stepping off of the golfcart you turned and gave a soft smile before waving to the butler. ‘Thank you for the ride’ you bowed slightly. He nodded and soon began to drive away again. You looked around noticing some new stuff that’s been added to the garden but you paused when you heard a certain voice coo your name. You looked over your shoulder and smiled at daisuke,or rather your boyfriend.

He offered his arm to which you accepted my interlocking you own with his as he guided you back to the doors of the mansion. Nodding and smiling at every butler that opened doors for the both of you or offered something before you both made it to daisuke’s bedroom. Letting go of his arm you watched as he shook his head and laughed a bit to himself.

‘YN,dear you know you don’t have to greet every single butler or maid. It’s their job to greet us.’ He cupped your face

You attempted to nod which only resulted in your cheeks being pushed further up,causing your eyes to squint. ‘I like saying hi,they’re all so nice’

He let go of your face and retreated back to his bed,taking a seat. You looked around,some thing have moved here and there but the main thing that stood out as a picture dead center of his dresser.

It was a picture of him and you on your first date ever. That day he continuously insisted on taking you to a expensive restaurant called ‘kitcho’. But you denied it and asked him to take you to dog and cat farm. It was a big plot of land where dogs ran free and the cats had their own buildings and caged tunnels for them to explore.

The picture consisted of you sitting on his lap with a cat on your own. Daisuke’s face was tomato red wheel you were simply enjoying the company of him and the cat.

You were suddenly bought back to your consciousness as you felt daisuke’s arms around your waist. He wasn’t one to show any affection other than hand holding,so this was a big step in your relationship with him.

After reading in his hold you leaned your head back onto his shoulder,going deeper into his embrace. He slowly guided you both back to the bed as he took a seat,he waited for you to sit on his lap. You followed through and slowly sat down.

The warmth radiating from the man was unreal. The fact he did any of this was unreal. But you didn’t care about anything else right now,just enjoying his affection and warmth is what was on your mind.

Eventually it began to lull you to sleep. Taking in his scent one last time before your eyes closed and fell asleep.

Daisuke adored your sleeping face but knew the position could give cramps if you stayed like that for too long. So he did the reasonable thing any boyfriend would do and laid back to where you were sound asleep atop of his chest.

#fanfic #fantasy #fiction #imagine your otp #daisuke kambe #kambedaisuke #daisuke kambe x reader #anime x male reader #male reader #x reader #gn reader #x gn reader

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 1 year

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An Spicy Short NSFW Drabble between Daisuke Kambe and Tsubasa Connor, please? (Especially about Tsubasa's clothing ;3

) I saw Withintheresort's post

((Hello there, anon dear. I think I can try writing something for you. Just give me a moment please..))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

"So it was true when you said you had such interesting clothing. These fit you so much better red panda. How come you hide these from me?" Daisuke saw him wearing one of the outfits but it shows off his nice form while Tsubasa was flushed red.

"How could I? You and I were not that close in the beginning till now....second, I didn't know if you...would like me wearing these type of clothing. "He mutters but as he looks to set another outfit down he yelps from a smack to his plump ass turning to Daisuke to shout. However, he got kissed by the other that his eyes widen. He then breaks the kiss to look at him.

"Y..You.."

"Who said I wouldn't? You look cute in these. In fact, I'm already going to buy you more of these. All the clothes lines, the real good ones just for you. I really would love to see you wearing more of these." He held him close as Tsu blushes worse.

"Oh, and I'll be sure that I don't rip them when I get the chance to pleasure you over and over for being cuter. I know you'll love it. I even got you new toys too." he smiled that Tsubasa blushes worse to look away. He even feels his hands squeezing his rear.

"You seriously are a dork." he mutters.

"I know..but you don't mind that. "

#OOC #scattered silver rose petals #ask answered #mun answered #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #Daisuke and Tsubasa #anon #short drabble #resort fantasy book #peahen writer

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ff-darkshininglight · 3 years

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A Millionaire Detective Drabble to celebrate Haru’s birthday!

Haru chugged the last of his beer; his face flushed with color as he finished his 5th drink. He focused on his glass, wondering if he should order another drink. For a moment he forgot why he was sitting at a table in a packed bar on a Saturday. He was so close to forgetting...until he smelled the strong scent of a cigar coming from the billionaire who was currently sitting next to him.

That’s right. The reason why he was in such a shitty mood was thanks to his bastard of partner.

Again.

‘Why did I have to make that stupid bet?’

It started 5 months ago. Haru, who had turned thirty and was slightly drunk, complained to Daisuke about his single life. He told him he couldn’t wait to find a woman who wouldn’t care too much about money or materialistic things in general. He just wanted someone who loved him for being himself.

Daisuke had gone surprisingly quiet. The brown haired man wasn’t sure how many seconds had passed (he was still drunk after all) before the detective stated, “A woman like that doesn’t exist.”

Of course that caused Haru to lash out angrily, claiming that such a woman existed and he was going to find her and rub it in his face.

That’s when their bet started. Whenever Haru would date a woman, Daisuke would ask her “what’s her price” for breaking up with Haru. None of them hesitated to give a number (something that always broke the oldest detective’s heart) and the moment they received the amount in their bank statement, they would say goodbye and block his number.

“Sorry, but I really need the money”

“We didn’t even know each other for long so there was no reason not to take it”

“We would have broken up in the future anyways”

After the 5th one, all their excuses started to sound the same.

Haru pushed the cup back and rested his head on the old table. He had really liked his last girlfriend.

She was an elementary school teacher and had a cheerful aura around her. They had gotten long really well; both had a strong sense of justice and they could talk for hours about their interests. When she mentioned she was minimalistic, he had really hoped she would be the one.

But then his partner showed and asked the question-

“How much?”

To his disbelief, she had been the one to ask for the largest amount and when she received it, she gave him a weak smile and a half-assed apology that she didn’t think he was serious and now there was no way she could return the money.

And like that she left just like the rest of them.

This brings us to the present. Haru slowly opened his eyes and glared at the black haired man next to him.

“I...hate you...” His mumbled with a sloggish tone.

Kambe merely looked down at him with his usually stoic expression.

“Now do you give up?”

Haru groaned loudly before moaning, “Yes. I get it. You win. I’m never going to find a woman and I’m gonna be alone forever. Are you happy now?”

The brown haired man was too busy moping that he missed the small smirk that appeared on Daisuke’s face. With one hand still holding his cigar, the billionaire placed his other hand under his partner’s chin.

The next words Daisuke said Haru would never forget, even in his drunken state.

“Then are you finally going to look my way?”

#the millionaire detective : balance unlimited #daisuke kambe #haru kato #daiharu #sorry if it’s OC #it’s been awhile #happy birthday haru #my writing

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archival-account-2 · 4 years

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non-stop. | daisuke kambe [drabble]

❛ 𑁍 pairing: daisuke kambe x cher

❛ 𑁍 scenario: in the dead of the night in 221b baker street, london; in their shared apartment for eight months, give or take

❛ 𑁍 warning: none; completely sfw; heavy, heavy fluff

❛ 𑁍 note: if you sensed any hamilton references, you could tell where i have been; this had been in my drafts for literally three days then episode four dropped-

cher is a host unto herself. as long as she can hold a case file, and a pen and paper, she's a damn threat.

to herself.

she works non-stop; writing day and night, studying day and night, going after the villains day and night with every opportunity she saw. however, even if she's not neck deep in her investigatory works, she'll pop by in charities and social events not (just) to boost her popularity, but also to boost her presence among the citizens of england or of britain, in general.

her strenuous work ethics was the one that brought her to her knees and humble herself to follow the doctor's orders: to rest regularly, to eat regularly, to relax more than usual, to work less than usual — basic simple self-care that she seldom does to her own self.

daisuke noticed that already.

and it's getting on his nerves. strangely.

he has been with haru kato for more than two years, and yet, he was only being nerved by a petite englishwoman who took up a lot after her own father.

he knew it ran in the blood — the frigid blood of a holmes kin that knew no boundaries in the profession of consultant detective.

it seemed so foreign to him still - the duality of cherloque amelie soleil holmes.

at one profile, she seemed to show the facade of a flirty and flighty adler - charming robin who knew how to spread her wings and fly in the skies filled with attractive parasites and pests of the british society. she just had a way with words that could be wither seductive, persuasive, and alluring. she also seemed to have an upper hand in every conversation where she's included. she leaves no stray comment and always made sure her words are pointed and sharp in any educated topic. a true mark as the daughter of a dominatrix.

on the other profile... she's just as controlled, restrained, and unexpressive as a holmes. this kind of a cher conveyed the most inhumane face of all, most especially when a case keeps on pulling her to be involved. there's not time for rest, eating, or leisure. most of her time were always spent sitting on the chair, in front of her father's worn desk; flipping the pages of multiple case files; reviewing similar scenarios that and differentiating multiple changes that could have affected the current motion of the recent crime. she seeked no comfort nor encouragement but only immense silence and centered focus on the task at hand. a true symbol as the kin of a renowned criminologist.

her duality - despite their fellowship for the past eight months - still fazed daisuke. but he never had the heart to voice it out. he's never the type to express himself in a way that could make people think he's an inferior to a certain woman's little world.

a world that seemed to be non-stop.

it was in the middle of a dead night, but the two individuals in 221b baker street were still awake - the other one was diligently working in the living room/study, the other one was looking from the doorframe of the guest bedroom. neither one could sleep not could approach each other.

the former was untoucable; the latter was hesitating for once in his life.

suddenly... there was a vibration in his pajama pocket. daisuke quickly shuffled his back and retrieved his phone, seeing it's a call from mourgane, cher's cousin and the current president of england's top most security association for criminologists.

"good evening," daisuke greeted. "is there something the matter?"

"an associate passed by the apartment an hour ago, and when he passed by it again three minutes earlier, he informed me that the lights seemed not to go out. may i boldly assume that cher is still awake?"

"yes." daisuke couldn't tell a lie. it was the truth, after all. was there something he missed with the habit?

mourgane sighed on the other line. it was a heavy, distressed one as if she was asking if the toddler was being naughty and she was. mourgane said, "please tell her to go to bed right this instant. i could tell this had been going for a few days behind your back."

daisuke remained quiet. now that the cousin gave him direct orders, it seemed he really needed to step up and bring it upon himself to put cher to bed.

"is it really my responsibility?" but, of course, he's not just gonna do that directly. after all, it's her own life, not his.

"your partner is your responsibility, mr kambe," mourgane retaliated coolly. "cher, no matter was trait she's possessing at the very moment, is at your disposal. whatever reason we may have, you have the ball in your court and cher, per our agreement for the sake of the japanese partnership and personal relationship gain, have no choice but to follow you." she exhaled as if she was proud of her declaration. "are we clear on that?"

"..."

"mr kambe."

"yes."

mourgane chuckled. she added, "you don't need to be afraid of cher. she may be flighty and feisty... easily aggravated... and snappy. but, at some point, she actually needed someone to remind her that she's not inhumane. i am relying on you." there was a distant knocking heard on the other line. "i have a late night visitor and i will leave my cousin in your capable hands."

daisuke nodded slowly. like before he said, "yes."

"a little note of warning," mourgane piped up. "do not give her narcotics. you will pay with your life if you do."

the line went dead.

and daisuke could stilm hear the prominent flipping of pages.

he cannot believe he was thrusted in this situation. but his actions seemed to have their own consequences and he needed suffer for them.

he padded out of the guest bedroom and went in the living room vicinity where cher was working diligently as ever.

"cher," daisuke said in japanese. "go back to bed."

cher seemed to turn the other cheek, pretending not to hear him. her fingers... they were holding the pen as if her life depended on it. she kept on writing, scribbling, scrawling, jotting down whatever thoughts that raced down in her mind - mostly messy scenarios that were squelching inside her overworked brain.

she's writing non-stop. she's reading non-stop. she's working non-stop.

"cherloque." daisuke tried again. "i said go back-"

"i heard what you said and i don't want to," cher suddenly snapped, blowing him off in the same language (with slight informality).

daisuke began to wonder how the hell jordan was able to put up with this act with almost every night of her life in 221b baker street.

'but direct orders from miss holmes mourgane cannot be winged,' daisuke thought, reaffirming himself.

daisuke, decidedly, took 10 paces forward and stood beside cher's chair. he clasped one hand on her shoulder and, once again, addressed her, saying (with his learned english accent), "love."

it was as if by magic cher suddenly stopped writing, her hand frozen suddenly into place, her body stiffening.

daisuke leaned down to her body's height and whispered, "go back to bed. now."

cher didn't say anything. but she did shook her head slowly in response.

'it's either i'm responsible for you or your cousin and my department will responsible for my execution,' daisuke thought, slightly irritated. 'i value my life.'

"you're coming to bed right now."

daisuke looped one arm below her knees, the other supporting her back; carrying her in a bridal style. cher exclaimed, dropping her pen on the desk. cher was suprised she's suddenly lifted like that without any warning. her face suddenly blossomed a full shade of pink as her arms instinctively wounded themselves around daisuke's neck. her hair flounced up, but because she put it in a really, really, really loose ponytail, it suddenly let loose by itself and her hair brown hair cascaded down.

"w-wait! daisuke!"

"no. direct orders from your cousin."

"she can't tell you what to do!"

"well, she reminded me you are at my disposal." daisuke looked at her directly with firmness in his gaze, as if scrutinizing her. "love."

cher hunched her shoulders as she crossed her arms, slightly pouting. a total childish move that opposed her holmes ethics.

she suddenly turned kind of cute.

"daisuke..."

was she actually whining? he couldn't be sure.

"my room is in the other way."

her complaint was turned away, just like how she turned her other cheek earlier, because he entered in the guest bedroom where he was residing. without sharing another word, he plopped cher down in the middle of the bed and immediately tucked her in. he didn't give her any chance to speak her mind.

the night continued on and in the wee morning... someone entered the apartment.

"there." after tucking her in, daisuke followed suit, lying down next to her but not close enough for skin contact. "now sleep."

it was erebos. he turned to the direction of cher's bedroom. it was vacant.

he took the other way and entered the japanese police's room.

and there he was - spooning the spent englishwoman in his arms. it was as if he was keeping her warm as possible or keeping her in her damn place, knowing how the night went.

"i'll be out here," erebos whispered and exited, making himself feel at home in the living room. "goddamn it, haru, you're right. but we're dealing with idiots in denial, not with detectives in love."

#daisuke kambe #daisuke kenbe #daisuke kambe x oc #daisuke kanbe x oc #daisuke x oc #fkbu x oc #daisuke kambe x reader #daisuke kanbe x reader #daisuke x reader #fkbu x reader

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