#ossan x reader

[lexsssu]

Sweet (Totsumoto Yuushi)

TAGS: Yuushi/F!Reader, smut, breeding, impregnation, some plot Ao3 ver.

Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ɪʀʀᴇsɪsᴛɪʙʟᴇ.

Totsumoto Yuushi had been down on his luck ever since the recession had forced his former company to let go of him. Applying to other companies also yielded no results, so he was stuck moving from part-time job to part-time job.

However, it wasn’t all that bad.

Before he’d lost his former job as a salaryman, he’d met cute little you.

Soft, fragrant, and probably the sweetest cinnamon roll he had ever come to meet in his entire life. 

You with your saccharine smiles and genuine warmth and concern for some random older man you’d met (he passed out on the side of a dingy alley, having drowned himself in beer after being forced to do some more unpaid overtime).

You could have simply ignored him back then because he would have woken up some hours later with a hangover and got back home relatively in one piece.

But you didn’t.

Out of the goodness of your heart, you managed to drag him back to your own apartment and had him settled on your sofa-bed. Hell, you even went as far as laying a blanket on him and putting a pillow that was softer and smelled nicer than any pillow he’d ever used beneath his head.

“Good morning. I just made breakfast if you’re feeling hungry,” your melodic voice greeted him as he sat up, somewhat disoriented and wondering where the fuck he’d ended up after passing out last night.

But speaking of breakfast, Yuushi feels his stomach grumbling as the scent of freshly cooked rice, eggs, toast, and bacon permeated around the homey apartment. 

“If it’s not too much trouble…” 

“Please, help yourself. I made more than enough to share!”

And for the first time in a very long time, he finds himself sharing a home-cooked meal with someone. Even if you were virtually strangers, he already feels much closer to you than anyone he’s currently acquainted with.

Yuushi goes home with his stomach full, heart warm, and your number on his contact list.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Contrary to popular belief, he does not sleep with you the next time you two meet up (which was at a popular cafe where he finds himself mesmerized at the sheer happiness you exuded just from tasting the pastries and one of those creamy, fruity drinks). 

He does his best to ignore the way the thick, white cream decorates your lips before you lick it off with your pink tongue.

Nor does Yuushi sleep with you even after every time you hang out after that.

He doesn’t do anything to break the ‘platonic’ friendship you two share, because he is so starved of human connection that he finds these moments with you more than enough…for the time being, that is.

Besides, how can he even dare to prey on cute little you, when you blushed so prettily when he so much as placed a hand on your shoulder or on the small of your back as he steered you somewhere?

You certainly deserved better.

A dirty old man like himself isn’t worth your attention and affection if you asked him.

But then he loses his job, fails to find a new one, and continuously fails to pay rent at his old apartment.

Just when it feels like his entire world is crashing before his very eyes, there you are again with a hand held out to him.

“You can stay with me for as long as you need to.”

Yuushi doesn’t hesitate, nor does he hold himself back anymore.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

“I want to impregnate you. Gonna make sure my cock keeps kissing your womb like this.”

With your legs wrapped around his waist and your lower body practically folded in half to accommodate the heavy weight of the older man’s body, Yuushi is as deep inside you as he could be. And just like his words, the tip of his cock keeps bullying the entrance to your womb in this position.

“I'll take good care of you and all the little ones we’ll make, I promise.”

The way your insides practically choke his dick with just a few words renews his stamina, and so you both lose yourselves in a haze of pleasure just before the first rays of sunlight peeked through the blinds.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

You become Mrs. Totsumoto not too long after, and the both of you move outside Tokyo to manage the strawberry farm you inherited from your grandparents. While your husband does most of the heavy work, especially as your pregnancy progressed, you still helped around with light housework and making different kinds of products with the strawberries you produced.

Aside from the fruits themselves, your humble farm also made strawberry jam, milk, strawberry ice cream, etc. You also had contracts with several businesses, supplying them with your high-quality products.

All in all, business was booming and life was good.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

At a newly opened inn somewhere in Japan, the new owner received this week’s shipment of strawberries as his otherwordly wife peeked from behind him.

“Ooooooh, this new batch of strawberries from our supplier is especially tasty today! Would you like to try some K-ko?”

[jasmineoolongtea]

coffee jelly and parfait ― chapter 1: caramel pudding

pairing: bodyguard!toji x baker!reader (f), toji is 38, reader is 22

summary: after working towards and succeding in accomplishing your lifelong dream working for one of the most famous bakeries in tokyo, you decide to go out for a night of celebratory drinking. however, the next morning, you wake up and find out that you're now married to a total stranger and an older one at that! but, turns out, this accidental marriage of yours might be more useful than you think.

contents: a sesame salt and pudding!au, age gap relationship (16 years - everyone is completely legal here!!!), marriage of convenience/accidental marriage, fluff, angst, slice of life, nicknames (toji is referred to as ossan by reader which is an informal way of referring to a middle-aged man in Japanese and this is taken directly from the manga inspo behind this)

warnings: drinking/alcohol, smoking (from toji)

word count: 3.9k words (much beefer than i was expecting ngl)

extras:

⤷ mood board/pinterest board

a/n: ahhh i'm so excited to finally be able to work on this series since it's been workshopping in the back of my mind for a while shdhahwj hope you guys enjoy this and hope you have an amazing day/night !!! sorry that this chapter is so exposition-heavy rip djasd, i promise later chapters will get better. as always, any likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated <333

It's normal for weird things to happen after a night of heavy drinking, right?

You've heard all sorts of stories from your friends and family about the strange antics drunk people get up to once they get a certain amount of liquor running through their veins. It can range from small silly things like trying out a new skill in public due to a sudden burst of newfound confidence to more extreme ones like running away from an angry mob of people that you've accidentally incited somehow. Despite the difference in their severity, the common thread here remains: all are mostly harmless things and nothing that is possibly life-changing.

Much to your dismay, however, you seem to be the outlier in all those cases. Actually, it appears to be that you've managed to outdo almost everyone this time as this one definitely has to take the cake right here or whatever award they give out for things like this.

This morning, as you wake up and open your bedroom door, you suddenly find yourself face to face with a complete stranger, who very much appears to be an older guy, standing right outside in your apartment.

And to top off this already weird trajectory of events, as if things could not possibly get even stranger, it also turns out that you've apparently married said stranger last night.

...What!?!

-

To say that your memory of last night is hazy would be a massive understatement in all senses of the word. But what you do remember clearly is the reason why you went drinking in the first place, which was to congratulate yourself for finally achieving your lifelong dream up to this point.

After years of blood, sweat and tears spent at the Tsuji Culinary School where you fought with tooth, fist and nails against hundreds of other culinary hopefuls to win the highly coveted and only place available for the exchange programme to Le Cordon Bleu institute in France, your suffering was not all for nought as on your glorious return back to Japan, you've managed to land your dream job of working at one of Tokyo's most famous bakeries, Pierre Hermé.

If that was not a perfect reason to celebrate and drink the night away completely carefree then you don't know what was.

However, there was one tiny little snag in your plans for a joyous night out. The moment that you returned home to give your roommate the good news, still trying to come down from the high of hearing the good news, it seemed that she apparently also had a similar genius idea of her own and decided to inform you that she was leaving you to search for somewhere else to live closer to her job.

For most people, that wouldn't be a problem as they could just be able to leisurely search for a new roommate at their own pace. But for you, this was not the case as you were facing a different set of circumstances. For you, your move to Tokyo was entirely conditional on the fact that would stay with someone and this was explicitly set and outlined by your dad. Now roommate-less, you suddenly had a ticking expiry date placed on all your ambitions that you had barely scratched the surface of by this point.

This was probably the worst case of whiplash you've ever had, going from an extreme high to an extreme low all in the span of less than 10 minutes. Unfortunately, it seemed that the odds were very much not in your favour. But how could you let that waver your resolve? If you had learned anything from your years of existing is that you weren't going to give up and relent that easily.

So, in actuality, it was somewhat a lie that you were only out drinking for one reason. In reality, it was for two reasons; one, to congratulate yourself on achieving your dreams and two, to try and forget your newfound problem through the power of alcohol. And this was how you found yourself complaining to a bunch of strangers at a local izakaya, surrounded by several empty pints of beer.

A loud drunken sob echoes through the small confines of the bar which is accompanied by the thud of an empty glass cup slamming against the wooden countertop of the bar.

"It isn't fair at all! Do you know how hard I've worked to get here? I've basically given up everything for this and now it's going to all disappear?" You bemoan out loud to whoever's around you, signalling to the barkeep to fill up another pint for you as you're clearly intent on accomplishing your plan of drinking away your problems.

There's a lady and her boyfriend, whose face you can't really remember or recall in any particular detail, sitting next to you on your right trying to comfort you with sympathetic coos and awkward back pats. While they're trying their best to comfort you, or as best as drunk people can, their efforts are seemingly in vain as you can only sigh in defeat at your current predicament.

Taking another swig of the freshly poured pint, you continue on your rant. "And you know, my dad is only letting me stay in Tokyo if I either have a roommate or if I'm married even if I'm happy here as is!"

The lady nods in an empathetic manner as if to say she's gone through the same thing as well, commenting, "My dad's the same way as well, he's kinda old-fashioned when it comes to stuff like this and it's awful."

"If only alcohol could cure problems like this," You muse. "My roommate and I used to come here all the time and everyone we met here is always so nice."

At your praise of the other bar patrons, there's a murmur of agreement and cheers from all around. The frothy foam of your drink has bubbled down by now but as you stare into the half-drunk glass, you're suddenly hit with an outrageous idea. "Hey, what if I get married to one of you guys tonight, right here right now?"

Boisterous laughter immediately erupts at your words. One dishevelled salary man from the other side of the bar jokingly remarks, "If you do that, you won't even be wanted back home!"

However, once the laughter dies down there's a genuine pause from everyone, including yourself, as if you all were genuinely considering carrying out this ridiculous and definitely impractical idea. Following the brief silence, the other patrons turn to their neighbours and begin to talk and discuss amongst themselves, their heads swivelling left and right in what seems to be an attempt to size up and judge the men at the bar as potential candidates.

"I'm already married to a wife I love dearly so I'm going to have to turn down that offer." Announces a middle-aged man from opposite you, with other similar comments and statements soon chiming in to eliminate themselves from the running based on a variety of different reasons.

Before the lady's boyfriend can even open his mouth to volunteer himself, she sends a withering look and an accusatory finger his way as she warns him, "Don't even think about it." At her stern warning, he quickly sinks back down into his seat.

An elderly man sighs wistfully to himself. "Ha, maybe if I was 20 years younger..." He then turns to his side, nudging the guy next to him with his elbow to get his attention before asking him. "Hey, what about you?"

You can't really see the other man's face since he's pretty much on the other side of the long table and your vision might have been slightly hazy on account of all the alcohol flowing through your system at this point, though you hear his gruff voice ring out as he shrugs his built shoulders and responds, "Me? 'M single I guess."

From all the other voices you've heard tonight, you don't recognise his, guessing that he might have been relatively silent throughout most of the conversation. Although you can't see much of him, you notice even sitting down, he's about two heads taller than those around him and his broad shoulders and well-built physique are accentuated by the tight-fitting black shirt he's wearing. God, it looks like he's basically vacuumed and sealed into that thing as the fabric shifts with every flex of his muscles.

Maybe it's the dim lighting of the izakaya but you're sure you catch a brilliant flash of green from across the table looking you up and down with vague curiosity and interest. You think to yourself, he doesn't look half bad.

Suddenly filled with a renewed sense of energy, or rather you're getting to the point on your drunkness scale where you feel comfortable enough to throw logic out of the window, you leap up from your seat and point at the man as you shout at the top of your lungs,

"Alright, you in the black shirt! Let's get married!"

After hearing your declaration, the lady starts to furiously flip the magazine in front of her until it lands on a certain page before picking it up and showing it to the others. "Hey, look! This magazine I bought has a marriage registration form at the back."

"What an amazing coincidence." Someone mutters from beside you with a few other voices soon relaying their own hums of agreement.

"We can all be witnesses! Come on and sign it!"

Chants of "Sign it." start to fill up the bar as the other patrons begin to cheer you two on like a crowd at a live stadium sports match from the sidelines of their seats. The moment your pen clatters against the floor, the crowd bursts out into celebratory shouts and cheers, with that being the extent of your memories of last night with whatever after it fading into black.

-

Now back in the present, you feel your face start to burn with a renewed sense of embarrassment as memories and small recollections of last night start to flood your mind. Any chance of even possibly denying the events of last night goes out the window as turns out, your drunk self decided that it was the perfect opportunity to apparently take a commemorative photo of the event with the marriage license at the dead of centre of it, your names unmistakably written on there in bold.

As you examine the form, still slightly gobsmacked, you spot his name next to yours. Fushiguro Toji, huh? You think quietly to yourself, his name sounds kind of nice. But before you can find yourself getting lost in thought, a husky voice snaps you back into reality.

"Now, do'ya remember?" The man, or Toji as that's what appears to be his name, quirks an inquisitive eyebrow at you.

"Yeah, but that doesn't explain how you ended up in my apartment." Eyeing him up and down, you pause for a second as you take in your equally dishevelled appearances, something suddenly clicking in your head as your overactive mind begins to draw its own conclusions about what happened after the events of the izakaya. "Oh no. Di-did we..?" You gesture frantically at the two of you, hoping that he understands what you're implying with your question.

Toji shakes his head, a slightly irritated or perhaps even amused sigh leaving his lips, you're not sure. "No. Yer insisted that you should take me home since I mentioned that I didn't really have a place to stay for the night."

A sigh of relief escapes you.

You take this time to now fully examine him since you didn't get much of a chance last night, or rather you had forgotten all about it. There's an unquestionably intimidating aura about him with his shaggy black hair, incredibly muscular physique and piercing emerald green eyes that look like they could kill a man where he stood with a single stare. His all-black clothing and what appears to be a vertical scar situated on the right corner of his lips do him no favours to make him look less like a gangster straight out of an action movie.

Although there aren't the typical tell-tale signs of ageing on him like obvious wrinkles or a head of grey hairs, there's a faint imprint of more permanent creases starting to form in the middle of his brows and if you look closely enough, you might even notice some small sprinkles of white starting to pop up amidst the rest of his raven locks. This all points to the fact that he's definitely older than you but you're unsure by how much from your initial assessment of him, probably at least ten years older than give or take.

Though, besides this outright menacing factor to him, you can't help but admit that he's also strikingly handsome in a rugged way. You realise that you might have been caught staring at him for too long when he clears his throat and gives you a pointed glance with those sharp green eyes. Just having his gaze on you is enough to send a tingling sensation down your spine.

Deciding to brush it off, he huffs to himself as he leans his weight against the white walls of your apartment. "It's probably too late to cancel it since we already signed and submitted it last night so the only option we have now is to divorce."

He fishes around in the pockets of his pants and produces an already half-empty and slightly crumpled cigarette box. Before taking one out, he turns towards you and silently asks for your permission with a tilt of his head. You nod at him, expecting him to crank open one of your windows to smoke but instead, he walks towards your kitchen and turns on your kitchen hood. Curiously, you follow behind him and see him use a dingy lighter to light up the cigarette, the pale glow of the flame illuminating the harsh lines of his features, as he takes a deep puff of it before blowing the smoke up the hood.

So he's a kitchen smoker, huh? Obviously, you want to know how he's developed this peculiar habit but you decide to bite your tongue for now as there are more pressing issues on hand such as the undeniable elephant in the room.

There's a brief moment of silence before Toji starts speaking again. "Y'know, I kinda feel bad for last night 'cause you're going to be a divorcee so young."

"Hey! I'm not that young you know, Ossan!" You protest in return, crossing your arms over your chest in a slightly childish display of annoyance. That earns you what sounds like a breathy laugh from him as one corner of his lips tilts upwards in a somewhat crooked manner.

"Oh yeah? Then how old are ya?" There's a teasing lilt to his voice, almost as if he's slightly amused by your antics.

You huff. "22. What about you?"

"You really can't remember much from last night huh? I'm 38." If he's 38 then that means there's a 16-year age difference between you two. Not the worst-case scenario that could happen when it comes to marrying a complete stranger by accident, you think to yourself.

It seems that your apparent lack of reaction, only giving out a half-hearted hmm, to finding out his age is surprising to him. If he was going to be honest, he wasn't ruling out that you might have started bolting out of your apartment at the mention of it and in that case, he wouldn't blame you.

You state, "Besides, you're not the only one to blame here. It's on me as well since we both signed it. So don't feel bad. We'll get it taken care of as soon as possible." You send a reassuring smile his way, waving off his concerns with an easy-going wave of your wrist. For some reason, he feels like he might even believe your assurance for a second.

Much to your public embarrassment your stomach starts to grumble loudly with what some might say is impeccable comedic timing. "Or well, as soon as I get some food." You comment bashfully, your previously carefree attitude fading away relatively quickly as a new priority has emerged.

As you make the move towards your fridge, you look over at him from your shoulder as you ask, "Oh right. Do you want something as well? I don't really cook meals that often so all I have in my kitchen is basically just baking ingredients."

Toji does a quick look around the kitchen, examining the clear state of mess and disarray that it's in and scoffs offhandedly to himself. "Didn't realise you could call this mess a kitchen."

"In my defence, my roommate used to do all the cooking and cleaning whilst I mainly covered the bills." You point back at him, a wooden spoon in hand as you wave at him warningly.

"What happened to them then?"

"Oh, you know, suddenly deciding to move closer to work even though your roommate has already paid the lease for the year for two people and stuff like that." There's an edge of annoyance to your tone, clearly, you're still annoyed at your roommate for putting you in this predicament, but Toji decides not to comment on it.

After watching you struggle to turn on your gas stove for what seems to be like the tenth time in the span of 2 minutes, a loud sigh of exasperation escapes him as he places his calloused hand on top of yours. stopping you in your tracks. "Come on, just let me do it." He states. As he moves closer to the kitchen counter, his body is positioned so close to your left side that you can feel the heat radiating off of him.

He starts to busy himself with various ingredients as it seems that he's now begrudgingly taken over cooking duties from you, no protests from your side by the way. Before you go to take your seat at the kitchen table, you hear him mumble under his breath. "Can't believe you have the time to go out and get drunk and not even to clean your place."

"Hey." You turn around to face him once again, your voice stern. "You don't know me, alright? I wanna stay in Tokyo because I just got my dream job and I'm not planning on leaving any time soon."

"...Yer job? What d'you do?"

"I'm a baker. Have you ever heard of the bakery, Pierre Hermé?"

He pauses, bringing a finger up to his chin as if deep in thought. "Think 've walked past it a few times. Why?"

There's a renewed sense of excitement to you, passion very much evident in both your words and expression as you launch into an animated spiel at his question. "It's one of the top bakeries in Tokyo and I've spent my whole life working towards being able to get a job there." You look out at the window, quietly contemplating and contrasting the crowded and bustling streets and skyline of Tokyo with the sleepy and relatively isolated atmosphere of your hometown.

"Back in my home town, there isn't really much opportunity to work somewhere like this, especially since it's a foreign bakery specialising in French pastries so this is basically my only chance to fulfil my dreams." You can't help but let a wistful sigh leave your lips, thinking about how hard you've fought to get to this point now. Unbeknownst to you, Toji suddenly sits up straighter, his back pressed against the cool ceramic countertops as he stares at you, seemingly studying you in a new light after your words. Before you can realise it though, he quickly adverts his gaze elsewhere, taking another drag of his cigarette.

"What about you?" You ask him, a sense of interest clearly present in your voice. For someone like him, you don't even know where to really begin when it comes to guessing what a guy like him could do for a living as it could range from semi-realistic to wildly fantastical like straight out of a TV show.

"...I'm a bodyguard for hire." Compared to you though, his tone is devoid of the same energy and passion present in yours with him even pausing slightly before answering, as if he was hesitant to reveal this aspect about himself.

"Wow, that's cool." There's a small sense of awe at his response. Being a bodyguard would definitely explain that muscular physique of his, you remark quietly to yourself.

A tsk sound escapes him at your comment, shrugging it off with his shoulders as he turns to the side. "All I care is that it pays well. Nothin' more."

You deflate a little at his words. To you, he sounds more begrudging than anything and you think that there's probably a story behind that as well, like many other things about him like that lip scar of his, but you choose to avoid prodding him even further as well in his defence, you've technically just met each other last night. All of a sudden, you're hit with an idea, a crazy idea just like last night, but this time now sober, and it might just be crazy enough to work or you two might just be desperate enough to make it work. You clear your throat before you call out to him.

"Hey, Ossan." Toji looks back at you, and clearly, you've managed to pique his curiosity by the amused expression present on his face. If you were a lesser person, you might have shrunk under the intensity of his gaze so intently trained on you but you don't, there's too much of your future dream riding on this now for you to back out before anything could have even begun. You look into his eyes, maintaining eye contact before you continue. "I have an idea, actually, it's more of a request. The next time I go back home to visit my parents, can you come with me as my husband? If I'm married to someone who lives in Tokyo, my dad can't tell me to move home anymore and he'll definitely believe that it's real once he sees your name on the official family register."

Before he can even say no or offer any protest of his own, you add, "Plus, this deal will be beneficial to you as well since you'll get a place to live until you get your own apartment. So, let's hold off on the divorce until then."

There's a hopeful look in your eyes with a look of determination painted on your features. Evidently, even without his input, it appears to be that you're dead set on this plan if it means you get the slightest chance of staying here. He contemplates a future where he says no, imagining another week of being forced to couch surf on his boss's stale office couch and living in a constant state of uncertainty for who knows how long. Sure, it's not like he's so sure about what going to happen now but at least if he agrees to this, he's not alone in dealing with whatever uncertainty is thrown his way.

He shakes his head, stubbing out the burnt end of his cigarette in the sink and takes your hand in his.

"Alright fine, yer got a deal."

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[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

New World (2)

Itachi Uchiha x Reader Fluff

Summary: The world War has met its end and Itachi has returned to his village. He questions whether he should set down his roots here when he meets a stranger. Or rather, a stranger is forced upon him by fate.

Warnings: none at the moment

Word Count: I am happily taking whatever comes out of me in the form of writing. Also Happy Diwali to anyone else celebrating!

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

"If I had a ryo for every time you look at that house-" You slap Nami on the back lightly, a little taken aback by your action. "I'm not!" you whisper to her, pressing her to not be so loud. But she is not wrong.  It has been a week since you visited your fish friends and the little tadpoles for fear of trespassing on someone's property. Well, you were trespassing earlier but it did not feel wrong because the house has been vacant for as long as you could remember. Now, even if you are to go in there to feed the fish, your mind cannot seem to let go of the memory of those dark eyes looking at you with piercing curiosity.

Nami can see you squeeze the hem of your green dress which splits at the sides to reveal your thigh holster on the right. "When are we meeting Kakashi Senpai?" you try to divert your thoughts away from that beautiful stranger. "We are supposed to meet him in five minutes near the village gate," Nami replies, looking at her watch before climbing up the canal boundary to walk towards the village entrance. "But why did he ask for you?" You shrug your shoulders, tightening the fingerless gloves by the wrist. "He said he needed an empath on the team for something. He didn't tell me the details even though I'm sure there are a lot of trained Anbu empaths in the force. And I haven't been in the field for a long time." Nami nods, kicking the little pebbles coming her way on the raised platform. "Isn't it a C Rank mission? I'm pretty sure they could have asked Naruto's friends to accompany their sensei. All we have to do is accompany a village head of the Take no Mura back to his village." "Bamboo Village?!" Nami can see the excitement in your eyes. "I've heard they have the most healing hot water springs!" Nami chuckles. "I like where your head is going, Y/N, but you didn't ask Kakashi senpai why they needed an empath to accompany an old man back to his village?" Your friend almost feels bad for asking that question as she sees the excitement get diluted in the haze of confusion in your eyes. "Well," you sigh, getting up on the canal boundary ahead of Nami, "I'm sure Senpai has some reason behind bringing an empath to the mission. It's Kakashi Hatake, after all. Always thinking ten steps ahead."

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"I thought you were always ten steps ahead, Kakashi." Tsunade sits in her seat, her arms crossed across her chest, looking at the white-haired ninja who leans against the window of the Hokage's office overlooking the village. "Then why am I hearing it on the day the village chief leaves that he is not telling us everything?" Kakashi scratches an itch on his neck. "I wanted to be sure I was not giving you the wrong intel, Hokage-sama. We cannot have our village head making decisions on my pure whims." Tsunade chuckles. "Oh, save it, Hatake. I know you have had your eyes on that old man even before he set foot inside the village. I could hear Shikamaru's will to not work from outside the village walls before the Bamboo village representatives arrived." Kakashi smiles under the mask. And that is the reason you are the Hokage, he thinks to himself. "I know it was a mere peace-treaty festivity here in Konoha but that Bamboo village ossan (old man) seems to have been running side missions through his caravan. We have already identified four of the cultural representatives as members of the special ops of the bamboo village military force." Tsunade plays with her pen in her hand. "And they were not here to just guard the ossan?" "No, ma'am. Yamato's team had followed the operatives during the festivities and found them scavenging the grave grounds of Konoha and the east borders where the remnants of the old Uchiha houses remain. Unless ossan has the tendency to pop up as a ghost in such places, my guess is they were not up to any good." Silence falls in the office for a brief moment as Tsunade comes to terms with having invited a potential enemy into her village. "I am taking a team with me under the guise of dropping them off to their village safely. Not giving protection to their caravan would seem suspicious," Kakashi admits, looking out the window. "But why take an inexperienced chunin with you?" "I don't think Naruto is inexperienced, ma'am-" "I'm talking about Y/N." "Ah," Kakashi exclaims quite casually, making Tsunade irk where she sits. "She...is not inexperienced. She is just...hidden. That's all." Tsunade inhales. "You know I hate riddles, Kakashi. You better have a good reason for taking the...hidden girl on a covert op. I will not be hearing any excuses if something were to happen to anyone on the team who does not qualify for the mission." Kakashi nods respectfully in the Hokage's direction. "And there better be someone beside you to take care of the kids." "Oh-" Kakashi blinks and simply opens the window he has been standing next to- "he has been here with us since the start." Tsunade furrows her brows before seeing the figure who leans from the side of the window to give her a respectful bow. The wrinkled brows suddenly release any tension they were holding. "Oh! I should have known." There is a smile growing at the edges of Tsunade's lips. She suddenly seems to relax a bit more than usual. "You two better hurry then. That ossan better not be a threat to my village or I will make sure to gouge his guts out with my own hands." Kakashi bows and jumps out the window, knowing full well his Hokage is not making an empty threat.

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"He's late." you throw a pebble into a canal. Naruto groans as he squats by the edge of the platform, looking into the crystal clear water. "I know I should've just arrived ten minutes later. I could have had four more bowls of Ichiraku's ramen." You turn to look at Iruka making a conversation with the Bamboo villagers waiting to make their return journey. There is the Chief, two middle-aged men, one young woman of your age and another young man, standing together by the gate. The woman has sharp features and is checking out everyone who passes by. The young man has soft features but has the build of a ninja, his muscles showing in his sleeveless shirt. Unlike his colleagues, he has short hair and is looking in your direction, passing a smile to Nami. "He's looking at you," you both whisper in unison to each other, immediately eyeing each other with a knowing look while Naruto looks at the two of you in confusion. "Come on-" Nami waves her hand at you and Naruto- "we should go stand with them till Kakashi arrives. Can't let Iruka bear the burden of entertaining them." You nod and turn to give Naruto a hand to get up. Naruto grabs your hand with a resonating clap and you pull the unwilling ninja's weight up with all your might, driving a giggle out of you. "I'm sure Kakashi will treat you with something delicious on the wa-" Your words are interrupted as your heart comes into your mouth when Naruto gets up and your right foot loses its footing at the edge of the canal platform.  Naruto is quick to use his hand to stop you from falling while another hand comes to grab your other side and slide you closer to them and away from the edge. "Oh!" Naruto exclaims at the figure who has prevented your fall into the canal, "Itachi aniki! 'Sup!"  Your heart is not going back any time soon, watching Itachi Uchiha's eyes read yours as he makes sure you are well away from the edge.  His hair is in a ponytail today. The loose strands are being teased by the breeze as a faint smile rests on his lips and his features so clear and brighter in the daylight. His eyes too. The browns are soft with a shade that runs deeper. "There should be better ways for the two of you to meet, right?" Nami is quick to comment, bringing you out of your trance of having looked at the man longer than you should. "So, they've already met?" you hear Kakashi's voice come from right next to Nami, giving her a mild scare. Naruto is quick to raise his fists to punch Kakashi in his gut for being late.

Right. Introduction. You take a step back from Itachi and raise your hand. "Hi, I'm Y/N. Y/L/N Y/N." You notice him dressed in a shirt, jacket and pair of trousers, just like Kakashi; unlike the overalls he was wearing that evening when you two first met. You cannot help but admit to yourself how well the Konoha dress code suits him. Itachi takes your hand for a light shake. "Uchiha Itachi." His hand is a little cold. And he likes the warmth coming from your palm. Maybe that's why when he gets down from the platform, he offers you his hand again to help you get down gracefully. Maybe it's the morning sun getting your cheeks all hot. Maybe it's something else you rather not think about as you start walking towards the caravan waiting for you.  Naruto and Nami are leading followed by Kakashi waving at an almost tired Iruka, followed by you and Itachi. Even though it's barely a few feet, the distance feels a bit long as you two walk quietly. You are not sure what to say. Rather, you are not sure how to suppress this erratic heartbeat you can feel in your throat.

Wait. Wait a minute. You look around you and slowly the realisation hits. "Kakashi senpai-" you still want to make sure- "who all are accompanying the caravan?" "Just us," the man replies, "Nami, Naruto, you, Itachi and me." Naruto turns around to walk backwards. "Isn't Itachi ani on rest? He is still recovering from his injuries." Your head turns to look at Itachi, curious about these 'injuries'. If that man is injured, he shows no signs of them. His poise does not give anything away. "Yes, Itachi is still recovering from his injuries," Kakashi announces as everyone reaches the spot where the Konoha's guests are waiting for them, "but considering this is a simple convoy task, we thought it would be nice to help him get back into the field with a simple first mission. Moreover, the village we are headed to has one of the best hot springs to help heal your injuries. Isn't that right, Sakazuki-san?" The Bamboo village chief looks at Kakashi with an air of judgement before letting out a scoff. "One of the best? Our village has the best healer's hot springs, Hatake. Of course, the Konoha villagers are welcome there." Introductions are made between the caravan and the Konoha ninjas. The older two men, Fukaboshi and Izo, are not much talkers. The young woman, Kozuki, seems to be interested in Kakashi and Itachi. And the young man, Toge, is more than happy to introduce himself to Nami and you. And so the journey to another land begins, with strangers, suspicions, buried secrets, curiosity and a little crush.

[writeforself]

Takekawa x M!Reader

A/N: So yeah, that Ossan’s Love fic I was talking about, is nowhere near finish. (So are every other fics) but here is the first part, hope you enjoy it :))

Deep into the night, only a number of shadows still lingered along the street; the neon light shed its radiant glow on the passing drunkards, who shouted unintelligible phrases into the thick night. Behind a dusty window, on the second floor of an insignificant building by the street, a man folded up clothes and placed them neatly on the stained bedside table. With his elegant fingers, he brushed across the well-placed clothes to get rid of the slight hint of dirt on its surface, then over the business suit on himself to make sure everything was settled. As he looked around for a final examination, he frowned at the strand of hair dangling by the bed; he collected it gently, almost in slow motion, and threw it inside the bin not far away from the bed. He picked up his shoes to have the carpet smother his steps. Before finally leaving this room which is packed with a scent of mould, he took a final glance at the person who seemed to be having a pleasant dream.

After he stepped out of that nameless building, he lowered his gaze and adjusted his black rim glasses, and eventually faded into the dark of the night.

By tomorrow morning, he would no longer remember that sweet face of the pretty man sleeping on the bed. All he would remember were the clash of flesh and swift breathes echoed inside his head. By tomorrow morning, he would be alone once more, for another weekend that felt like it would last forever. The office he works in is always bustling with energy, leaving it on a Friday night has been so far proved dreadful. After attending the wedding not long ago, Monday has become his favourite day of a week. It is always a delight to talk nonsense with his colleagues on a busy day, to observe the happiness spilling out from their contagious smile, to picture himself luxuriate in the same jubilation simply by observing them.

Striding up the street he stopped in front of a photography store and stared at the countless smiling faces that reminded of him the yearning.

“I want to love.”

He remembered how he said this to Mr. Kurosawa, his boss that tumbled twice in the name of love; how Kurosawa only replied with a confident smile, tapping his knees with self-assurance, before jumping into the crowd and retrieve the wedding bouquet from the newly wed; how Kurosawa seemed to obtain a new pair of wings and radiated with a gracious glow. He thought to himself, that one day he would like to be like Kurosawa.

To love without restraint, to fight without reservation, to never regret and resent failure—for Takekawa Masamune, a real estate agent marching toward his fifty, he has yet mastered the lesson of love.

CLICK

Amid the silence, he heard a sudden noise that resembles the sound of a shutter. When he raised his gaze, he saw a stranger facing him with a camera in hand, who stared into the dark camera with a smile on his face.

“Hey!” He called for the stranger.

“Uh… Yes?” He seemed to be startled by the sudden interaction, which made him look like a schoolboy who was just caught pranking. He straightened his torso but hesitated to meet Takekawa’s gaze.

Takekawa frowned and stared at the strangers. At the moment, he was free from the responsibility of being a proper polite salesman. He continued in an unpleasant tone. “I thought asking before taking a stranger’s photo should be common sense.”

“Oh…” The stranger seemed to be left speechless. After a closer inspection, Takekawa had found this stranger to be quite handsome—the perfectly fit shirt brought out his slim figure; and apart from all the packages he’s carrying, he seemed to have a tidy personality. Yet his expression showed something different. “Ah, yes… um, may I take your photo?”

“You should’ve asked that earlier!”  Despite his sharp remark, an awkward smile emerged on the stranger’s face.

“Indeed… Sorry to bother you,” He bowed while he spoke.

Before Takekawa could react, the strangers was already running toward the opposite direction.

He stood and saw the stranger rushing further away from him. The image of him running out of breaths came vivid inside Takekawa’s mind, as he watches the heavy backpack bounces up and down while the stranger sprinted away. 

It was only till the next day, he would remember his confusion, “Did he just smiled?”

***

“Good morning!” With a bright smile hanging upon his face, Haruta walked into the office with his usual enthusiasm and the volume that would wake the deepest sleeper. Weeks has passed since Maki was transferred to Singapore. For the first few weeks, Haruta had been absent-minded. However, as time passed, living by himself seemed to become easier and easier.

After all that had happened, Takekawa had already let go his obsession with Maki. Now he truly wishes nothing but happiness for these two friends of his. Yet, maybe it was because of some sort of immaturity which was sparked by loneliness, he still could not help but feel the jealousy rose from deep within, when he heard Haruta calling Maki “Ryota” on the phone.

“Good morning Haruta,” He stares at Haruta who is beaming, “Something good happened?” “Hmm? Is it that obvious?”

Hands on his cheeks, Haruta makes his usual shocked-face with his eyes wide open. That expression disappears soon though, as he returns to the smile earlier. He takes out his phone, and lays it in front of Takekawa. On the phone, there seems to be nothing but a photo of fried chicken, which doesn’t seem particularly delicious. Receiving no reactions from Takekawa, Haruta continues with his hands gesturing wildly in the air.

“Hehe, believe it or not, after a thousand times of experiment… Finally, I finally made some edible fried chicken yesterday!” Haruta retrieves his phone and falls back onto his seat. “On top of that, it’s pretty good! When I showed my success to Maki, he replied, ‘Not bad! looking forward to it.’” He speaks with his arms high up, as if he is stretching. “Can you believe that? Maki complimenting me? THAT MAKI? Well, time to work harder to make more tasty fried chicken!” “That is good news. Congrats to you! But if you are improving cooking, you should try some healthier dishes.”

Luxuriating in his excitement, Haruta hadn’t noticed how flat of a tone Takekawa spoke with, nor had he prepared for such sharp remark from Takekawa.

“Haha, that is true. You’re right.” To that Haruta can only reply with a couple of hollow laughters. All of a sudden, he straightens up on his seat, like he just remember something he’s not supposed to forget. He takes a quick glimpse at his watch and at the calendar laying flatly on the table, before jumping from his seat like a stream of electricity just running across his veins.

“I just remember I have an appointment with a customer. I will leave you to take care of here, Takekawa!” Halfway through the sentence, he is already at the door. Takekawa takes a final glance at Haruta who’s busy rushing out the office, before returning to the pile of files lying on his desk.

Today the sales department seems especially busy, even the assistant who usually stays in the office is nowhere to be found. After lunch time, Takekawa is the only one left in the office. He sits by the front desk, checking his calendar to make plans for the week, having no clue with the emptiness of the office.

[pure-kirarin]

Edward Newgate x Younger reader (Unripe fruit)

A/N : This was one of the first requests I got and I never got to write it. So here it is, after a few months. Anon, if you ever see this, send me an ask and tell me if you like it or not hahah...I mean, I feel like this is surreal, because at that time, I wasn’t uptodate so I didn’t know how to write this. Anyways. Edward Newgate is 42 in this. I LOVED writing this. I didn’t expect this at all.

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How could he do this to you ?  How could he betray you in such a way ? He couldn't believe the feeling that was crawling in his chest. It wasn't the usual affection that he gets towards his own children, no, it was a softer, romantic type of love.The kind of love that was forbidden between a captain and his crew member. Between a man in his fourties and a girl that was just a few steps into her own adventure. 

He would often look dreamy and drink sake alone at night while looking at the sky. How to rationalize such a feeling ? Such insanity ? The only way was for him to burry it away. He didn't want to hurt you. You were too precious to hurt. 

He felt like an old man trying to lure in a beautiful swan. Like a monster trying to gather an unripe fruit. It didn't feel right at all. He didn't know how he got his gard down in that way. How he had fallen to your youthful charm.

However, whenever he thought of you, he got that urge to protect you and to hold you against his chest. When did it all start ? A few years ago he didn't see you any different from any of his children. A few years ago you were only his child.

Maybe you were a bit cuter...Maybe you were a bit softer. Maybe your laugh sounded different and could brighten up the darkest of nights ? But he still remembers that ache he felt down his chest, that « eureka » moment where he discovered his feelings towards you.

It was for your twenteenth birthday, everyone was partying and you have grown into a beautiful woman. He just saw that sparkle in your eyes, heard the happiness in your voice, the happiness of being all together, of having a big family. That has awakened a feeling of tenderness towards you.

You have made it worse by getting closer to him. Your figure was bathed by the golden light of the lanterns, making your skin glow. Your feminine charm was operating now, you still acted like the kid he took on his ship as an apprentice, yet your voice was a little deeper, your figure more feminine, your lips so...Tempting ?

What was he thinking ?...

You sit on his lap, as usual. Nobody would notice how this made him feel, as you have always done this since you were a child. A little sprout. How cute.

You were so small compared to him, and that always amused you.

« -Oi ! Ossan~ Why don't you come and party with us ? You are looking so dreamy...It's my birthday today...~ Heyyy...come and party with us...

Your voice, so playful, almost sinful. The way you rolled the letters and stretched them on your lips. God, he felt horrible for dwelling on such small details. 

How could he ? How could you ?

-I will come in a moment, (Y/N).

You ignored whatever he was saying. You put your hand on his chest, noticing the difference in statures. 

-Whaa~ I'm almost half your age yet you are so big, Ossan~ !

Your touch stroke him like a lightening. He moved your hand softly, as if your touch burned him just there. He kept his composure, but only god knew the turmoil within him. He couldn't let you get this close now that he realized the desire he felt towards you. 

It was uncalled for. It was wrong. He betrayed you in that way. He looked away. 

The reason behind him holding your small wrist in his was still an enigma for you. Yet, you knew that you wanted to touch his hard and muscular torso, so different from your own, and so different from your crewmember's !

You just saw them all as kids, really ; snot nosed kids. The only person that you admired and respected as a man was Whitebeard. 

He taught you what home feels like. He saved you and gave you shelter. Hell, he gave you everything you had and you were so grateful for him.

Yet, this fatherly figure was starting to metamorphose into something unknown ...Your fascination about other aspects of him grew, and you wanted to try...Something, curiosity was killing you.

A mischievous smile grew on your lips, remembering sinful dreams that you had about your saviour. It wouldn’t hurt anyone if it stayed secret, no ?

-Come on (Y/N), go and join everyone. I'll get there in a bit.

He says as he gently encourages you to go. You thrust out your lips, faking a sulky expression. But then, you smile with malice before brushing your lips against his cheek. It was brief, yet it startled him so much. How could such a little duckling mess with him in that way ?

-Alright daddy~ Come join us soon then. I'm waiting. »

You pull out your tongue, playful, before jumping back on your feet and running towards your friend. Leaving him even more confused.

[apharine]

Do you think Kabu is a total silver fox?  The ossan of the SwSh group who’s bae and who’s Still Got It?  Are you, like me, thirsting for more Kabu content, including Kabu x Reader content?  If so please consider reading my Kabu x Reader slowburn fic on AO3, We Rise and Fall!  It’s rated T rn but expect the rating to increase with later chapters 👀  

[writeforself]

Update some planned fics, most without progress. update 2021/11/1, I AM SO SORRY Request is open if anyone is interested.

DBH: Daniel x Reader Hostility Simon x Reader Angst*1 Ralph x Reader*1 (so I was listening to this song - Sanctuary by Miwa Sasagawa

Fallout:

Deacon x Reader Angst*1 Maccready x Reader Fluff*1

AC Odyssey:

Thalestas x Reader *1 (writing it anyway Kassandra x Neema Brasidas x Reader *3 (probably Hermes x Reader 

The Terror:

Goodsir x Reader (hmmmm

Ossan’s Love:

Takegawa Masamune x M! Reader for his sake

Far Cry:

Sharky x Reader

Deathloop: Egor Aleksis or something

[lexsssu]

Just like with the Toji one...

imsorrynotsorry--

Sweet (Totsumoto Yuushi)

TAGS: Yuushi/F!Reader, smut, breeding, impregnation, some plot Ao3 ver.

Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ɪʀʀᴇsɪsᴛɪʙʟᴇ.

Totsumoto Yuushi had been down on his luck ever since the recession had forced his former company to let go of him. Applying to other companies also yielded no results, so he was stuck moving from part-time job to part-time job.

However, it wasn’t all that bad.

Before he’d lost his former job as a salaryman, he’d met cute little you.

Soft, fragrant, and probably the sweetest cinnamon roll he had ever come to meet in his entire life. 

You with your saccharine smiles and genuine warmth and concern for some random older man you’d met (he passed out on the side of a dingy alley, having drowned himself in beer after being forced to do some more unpaid overtime).

You could have simply ignored him back then because he would have woken up some hours later with a hangover and got back home relatively in one piece.

But you didn’t.

Out of the goodness of your heart, you managed to drag him back to your own apartment and had him settled on your sofa-bed. Hell, you even went as far as laying a blanket on him and putting a pillow that was softer and smelled nicer than any pillow he’d ever used beneath his head.

“Good morning. I just made breakfast if you’re feeling hungry,” your melodic voice greeted him as he sat up, somewhat disoriented and wondering where the fuck he’d ended up after passing out last night.

But speaking of breakfast, Yuushi feels his stomach grumbling as the scent of freshly cooked rice, eggs, toast, and bacon permeated around the homey apartment. 

“If it’s not too much trouble…” 

“Please, help yourself. I made more than enough to share!”

And for the first time in a very long time, he finds himself sharing a home-cooked meal with someone. Even if you were virtually strangers, he already feels much closer to you than anyone he’s currently acquainted with.

Yuushi goes home with his stomach full, heart warm, and your number on his contact list.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Contrary to popular belief, he does not sleep with you the next time you two meet up (which was at a popular cafe where he finds himself mesmerized at the sheer happiness you exuded just from tasting the pastries and one of those creamy, fruity drinks). 

He does his best to ignore the way the thick, white cream decorates your lips before you lick it off with your pink tongue.

Nor does Yuushi sleep with you even after every time you hang out after that.

He doesn’t do anything to break the ‘platonic’ friendship you two share, because he is so starved of human connection that he finds these moments with you more than enough…for the time being, that is.

Besides, how can he even dare to prey on cute little you, when you blushed so prettily when he so much as placed a hand on your shoulder or on the small of your back as he steered you somewhere?

You certainly deserved better.

A dirty old man like himself isn’t worth your attention and affection if you asked him.

But then he loses his job, fails to find a new one, and continuously fails to pay rent at his old apartment.

Just when it feels like his entire world is crashing before his very eyes, there you are again with a hand held out to him.

“You can stay with me for as long as you need to.”

Yuushi doesn’t hesitate, nor does he hold himself back anymore.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

“I want to impregnate you. Gonna make sure my cock keeps kissing your womb like this.”

With your legs wrapped around his waist and your lower body practically folded in half to accommodate the heavy weight of the older man’s body, Yuushi is as deep inside you as he could be. And just like his words, the tip of his cock keeps bullying the entrance to your womb in this position.

“I'll take good care of you and all the little ones we’ll make, I promise.”

The way your insides practically choke his dick with just a few words renews his stamina, and so you both lose yourselves in a haze of pleasure just before the first rays of sunlight peeked through the blinds.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

You become Mrs. Totsumoto not too long after, and the both of you move outside Tokyo to manage the strawberry farm you inherited from your grandparents. While your husband does most of the heavy work, especially as your pregnancy progressed, you still helped around with light housework and making different kinds of products with the strawberries you produced.

Aside from the fruits themselves, your humble farm also made strawberry jam, milk, strawberry ice cream, etc. You also had contracts with several businesses, supplying them with your high-quality products.

All in all, business was booming and life was good.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

At a newly opened inn somewhere in Japan, the new owner received this week’s shipment of strawberries as his otherwordly wife peeked from behind him.

“Ooooooh, this new batch of strawberries from our supplier is especially tasty today! Would you like to try some K-ko?”