#police officer sawamura daichi

[kings-highway]

daichi being a local cop is so fucking funny pre timeskip bc can you imagine being 18 year old Hinata-Kageyama-Yamaguchi-Tsukki and hosting a graduation party and you're used to being third years and Tadashi's the captain everyones matured and then suddenly like a goddamn dad-wraith your ex-captain from when you were fourteen shows up and tells you to stfu because the neighbours have filed a noise complaint. imagine the immediate emotional regression. shaking where they stand. "yes captain," hinata says. "Its officer, actually," daichi replies, exhausted.

[sassycheesecake]

A/N: This is a new story that will actually have more than one chapter. It’s dedicated to my best friend, who is a total Daichi lover. @rukia-uchiha-98

Warning!

This story will include murder, eventual smut, cursing and torture. This is a mafia ya’ll, it ain’t always rainbows and smiles in there.

Feedback appreciated! Enjoy reading!

Chapter 1 "Danger Zone"

It’s a quiet night as you unlock the door to your apartment in Tome and you set your weapons and heavy duffel bag next to your couch, before falling on top of it with a heavy sigh.

Not even three minutes later, you feel the vibration of your phone in your right pocket.

Groaning in soreness, you pull it out and the brightness of it makes you close your eyes quickly.

Now adjusting the brightness on your phone, you see a text message from Manjiro, your boss and rent payer.

>Got your next target. Natori. Will send you name and precise location. Needs to be done tonight.<

>I just got home and Natori is like an hour drive and it’s like 2 am. I need some sleep.<

>Do it or I will have Matsukawa knocking down your door with just one phone call. Do your job or you will regret it.<

>Fine.<

With a loud frustrating groan, you get up from your comfortable leather couch, while you’re spitting curses under your breath, you snatch up your weapon bag and slam your door on your way out.

~ At the Miyagi Prefectural Police Headquarters ~

The young police officer is currently writing down a report of a call he had earlier about an elderly woman complaining about her neighbors having a party after 9 pm. Rubbing his tired eyes, he takes another sip of his now lukewarm coffee.

His partner for the night, Kaito, a man in his mid-thirties, smiles in pity at the young officer, really glad that Daichi is doing the paperwork tonight instead of him.

Finishing the report with a final signature with his own and Kaito’s, he stacks the paper neatly and puts it in the ‘FINISHED’ folder.

Drinking the last bits of his coffee, their number is called over their radio to check out a murder scene that has occurred in Natori.

“Well, let’s get to it, Sawamura.” Kaito sighs and grabs his police hat and his gun, just like Daichi and they head to their police car.

Getting inside, they turn the lights and head to the destination in their navigation system.

“This is now the fifth murder case in two weeks, doesn’t that seem strange to you?” Daichi asks while sitting in the passenger seat.

“Yeah, the most strange thing is that uh”- Kaito pauses to scratch his beard- “it was just straight up murder, one clean shot through the head every time. No signs of a break in or stolen goods.”

Daichi thinks for a few moments, before asking more questions.

“Any relations to the victims? Only men or women?”

“Nah, always a different one. But I have a theory.”

Perking up at his words, Daichi looks intrigued at his partner.

Kaito continues.

“I have a feeling this has to be dirty crime related, as in the yakuza.”

Widening his eyes at that, Daichi stares out of the window, bypassing dark houses and the street lamps that are barely lighting up the street.

“What makes you say that?”

Kaito takes a right turn, before answering his partner again.

“Well… a couple of months ago, there was a murder at least once a day, the victims had a lot of burning marks all over them, like from a taser. Seems like they have been tortured a lot before being shot straight in the heart.

The killer eventually turned out to be the official hitman of the yakuza, a man called Shigeru Yahaba. He was shot by one of our men while trying to escape.

After his death, there weren’t any incidents until two weeks ago when you started working here. The murders always ended in the same way. One clean shot through the head. Maybe the yakuza have a new hitman.” The short haired blonde explains.

After listening to this story, they arrive at the scene.

As they get out of the car, all that Daichi is asking himself now is, who is responsible for these certain types of deaths?

[animeyanderelover]

This will be my first request, I am very happy because I LOVE your writing.

Alas aside, Yandere falls in love with a woman older than them who is very maternal for having a child, when he proposes she rejects him because she feels that they should not waste themselves on a woman who already has a child (You can do with the father whatever you want ).It would be with Atsushi, Akutagawa, Daichi Sawamura, Oikawa and if you want to add any more I don't mind

Sorry for my bad english😘😘

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, manipulation, stalking, threats, violence

Tags: @shumidehiro @leveyani

You shouldn’t waste your time on me

Sawamura Daichi

🌅​Cries of a small child are what guide him through the crowds on that day, his eyes flickering over the people before they finally land on the boy who is standing there all alone. Upon asking him what happened the child tells him that he got distracted and lost his mother. As not only a police officer but also a decent human being Daichi immediately helps, asks the boy where him and his mother were last together and if he knows where his mother planned to go. If worst comes to worst and he won't be able to find the boy's mother he'll just ask the boy where he lives and will bring hm home to wait together with him until his mom returns. Luckily it never comes that far as Daichi is able to find you after half an hour of searching, the boy instantly leaving his side and running to you with tears in his eyes. He's far too humble in your eyes as he is confronted with your gratefulness, tells you that he only did his job and that anyone would have helped a crying child. Still, you make some small talk with him as you ask for his name and both of you start talking for a while with each other. That's how he finds out that you recently moved to the Miyagi prefecture with your child and live close to his neighbourhood.

🌅​The fact that he doesn't live far away from you and that he helped your child are major reasons that aid the two of you in getting so close to each other. Also, your son's dream is it to work for the police later on so he obviously views Daichi as his hero, something that flusters the man deep down a lot more than he shows. He visits you once a week when he has a free day, often bombarded with questions from your son about his job until you softly chide your child for his uncontrolled excitement. You admit to him relatively early that you moved here because your husband died and your parents live nearby as you also need to work and need someone to look after your son. Hearing that your husband died strangely enough makes more sense to him than if someone would have divorced you as only an ignorant fool would have let someone like you go. Daichi is not even going to deny his own feelings, he knows that he's extremely attracted to you. You're kind yet not too coddling, you're responsible and patient, you listen to the worries of others and are always willing to help where you can. Watching you raising your son sometimes reminds him of his high school days, a fond look on his face.

🌅​Daichi is able to stay patient in spite of his obsession, especially if the loss of your husband has been very recent. He gives you time, he allows you to grieve and focuses in the meantime on helping you and your child to integrate into the new city. The thing is that he fills that role of a supportive husband and father so nicely that neighbours and even your own parents and son can't help but support the two of you getting together. When you reject him he is a bit disheartened but he takes it really well because he realises that you didn't do so because you do not love him. You reject him because you feel not good enough but that in itself is still quite hurtful. You're such a wonderful person after all. He doesn't mind the little age gap nor does he think of you less because you have a child. In fact he's grown very fond and protective of your son who you have raised wonderfully. Still, it's wiser to not pressure you so he steps back for now. His confidence remains though, knowing that you didn't deny not being able to see him as a partner. He'll just stay in your life as a pillar of support for now and will slowly make you realise that you are everything but a waste to him.

Oikawa Tooru

👑​After a difficult divorce you make the decision to completely change your life and decide to try to reach for a dream you had when you were younger but gave up later on, deciding that you might not make it. It's better to try and fail then to never take the step. After many months of interviews, exchange of mails and documents you receive the news though. You did it. You're one of the managers for your favorite volleyball club, Club Athletico San Juan. You're so joyous, almost feel like a school girl all over again as you read the letter over and over again, kicking your feet and grinning like an idiot. Oikawa is still Oikawa even if he is by now an adult, his charming attitude still there as soon as you're introduced to the team as their new manager. His other teammates just watch with half amusement and half pity as Oikawa's charm ultimately never works. Sure, he manages to charm people quickly but he never manages to hold a relationship and they would hate for their setter and new manager to be on bad terms from the very start. You, with the divorce still freshly on your mind though, put your foot firmly down and clarify it to Oikawa very clearly that you have no intention of dating.

👑​Obviously Tooru is miffed about your blunt rejection yet another part of him can't help but respect your determination. You know what you want to focus on and he wants to acknowledge that, especially since he is essentially the same. The keyword here is want because who would have thought that his feelings would slip out of his grasp of control so quickly? You know when to put him and his childish antics in his place, chiding him almost as if he were a child and the experience feels only more realistic when he realises that you're a few years older than he is. The fact that you work so closely with him only enables him to be very overbearing as he dreams up all kinds of minor inconveniences so that he has something to complain about to have your attention on himself. Your daughter is a shocker as you have never talked about your private life before and whilst other players gush over your child he gives her a strange look at first, his mind trying to process what it could mean. He pesters you privately about it, his eyes desperate and his body tense. The tension leaves his body at least partially when you admit with a heavy sigh that you had a rough divorce before you started working here.

👑​Oikawa doesn't take the rejection very well, his heart dropping even though it doesn't have to do with the fact that you don't see him that way. Still, it is hard to stay logical with a heart as sensitive as his, especially since he is prone to being delusional. He just doesn't understand. What is it that he could have done better?? He has made it more than obvious that he is deeply in love with you. He's showered you in presents, constantly demands your attention and has even made the effort to get closer to your daughter despite initial caution he held. Is that still not enough?? What do you want him to do?? Please tell him what he as to do in order for you to accept. Honestly, your maternal instincts will come quite in handy as you're confronted with Tooru whilst his feelings threaten to burst out of him. Because it helps him to calm down and gives him the reassurance he so desperately craves from you in that moment. Nevertheless though, he ramps up his affection from a 10 to an 11 after that incident. If the problem is simply that you don't feel good enough he will change your mind. You're forgiven this one time. Do not reject him a second time though or else he might just make your job more difficult.

Nakajima Atsushi

🐅​The gentle love of a parent is a notion so foreign to Atsushi that the first encounter he has with you leaves him almost on the edge. Your kind words, the patient look in your eyes, the warmth and comfort you provide him with by simply being in the room threatens to burst his heart right at the seams. After cold deprivation for as long as he can remember your presence feels like being drowned in a bathtub filled with hot water. It's overwhelming almost, scorches his skin yet he gladly submerges himself in the heat and the sensations that come with it. He's almost immediately infatuated with you, finds himself yearning for your affection in his dreams as well as in the real world. The age difference is something that weights on his soul though as he realises how experienced you are and how clumsy he seems to be in comparison. There's a lack of knowledge with certain machines or customs that he hasn't been exposed to due to his time in the orphanage but he is always too ashamed to tell you about it. Adamant to not let himself look like a young fool in front of you, Atsushi simply refuses to ask for help or advice from you. He wants to prove to you as well as himself that he can provide for you.

🐅​As shameful as it is, there is an undeniable twinge of jealousy directed against your own child. He envies the little boy for being able to cling to you as often as he does as those are all things Atsushi desperately wishes to do as well. He wants to be held, comforted and loved by you too but he could never admit such things as he stares at your son. What would you think of him after all if he were to confess to you that he feels jealous of your own child? It doesn't stop him from clenching his hands into fists every time he witnesses you giving affection to your son, nails turning into claws as he imagines what it would be like if he were to be the one in your child's position. You and your husband have parted ways a few years ago but you still keep in contact due to the child and that just about kills Atsushi. It takes always more willpower than it should to not outright growl at the man whenever he visits. Atsushi can't even fathom how a man could let someone like you go and occasionally he imagines what it would be like to just tear that man apart whenever his jealousy gets the better of him. Chances aren't exactly zero for Atsushi to confront your ex-lover and accidentally kill him during an argument.

🐅​The beast within him tries to tame itself as good as it can for you even if results are mixed. With time he grows closer to your child though he struggles to be a parent for the little boy as he more than once acts just as childish and needy. Still, he does his best to show you that he can protect and provide for you and your child all whilst seeking emotional comfort from you. It has taken him a good chunk of courage to finally confess to you only to be met with a direct blow to his heart. The shock of your rejection numbs him for a few seconds before the weight comes crushing down. He hyperventilates, he cries, he bites his bottom lip bloody and his nails threaten to rip through the skin of his palms. That is only because he does misunderstand your rejection as you telling him that you have no interest in him. Once he has come to understand that you didn't reject him for that reason hopefully he manages to calm down at least a bit. That means that he still has a chance, doesn't he? Still, he feels like it's his fault for not having made it clearer to you just how deeply infatuated he is with you. That has to change now. Hopefully some of his seniors can give him useful tips how to woo you.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

⬛​It is through Gin that Akutagawa finds out about you as his beneath the mask quite shy sister has befriended you and finds herself visiting your small shop once a week. Whilst he is anything but an overbearing brother this piece of information still manages to stick to him. It's the first time he has heard that Gin has made friends with someone outside the Mafia and initially he starts directing hostility against you. Akutagawa isn't an individual to trust easily as he distrusts with far more confidence and this is what he finds himself doing against you. Who are you? Are you really just a regular citizen? His sister assures him that you are not some spy nor does she plan to give you any information about the Port Mafia or her real identity but for Akutagawa actions speak louder than words. He finds himself stalking you occasionally, dark eyes trailing after you. A scoff appears on his face the moment he notices the boy following you, realising that you have a child. How naive you must be, keeping a child whilst involving yourself with a mafioso. If you really are just a normal person you must have no motherly senses at all or else you wouldn't hang out casually with Gin.

⬛​Akutagawa never had a mother who raised him as he has grown up in a violent environment from a very young ago. None of his mentor figures have ever given him even an ounce of affection which has led him to believe that love is a weakness. A weakness he has fallen victim to. A part of him itches to use Rashomon to tear you and that little brat apart yet he holds himself back. Partially because his emotions are messy and partially for his sister's sake as she cherishes you. It's Gin he turns to as his curiosity grows and it is through her he finds out most information about you. The most pressing issue for him is who the father of your son is and even if Gin tells him that you have parted with the guy long before your child was born that doesn't stop Akutagawa's urges to rip that man apart for his mere existence. Stalking you becomes quite difficult, his possessive side flaring up the moment you talk to another man and give him a smile. It's the horrified gaze of his sister that holds him back but that is no guarantee that it'll work every single time. Only to his sister is he able to admit his conflicting feelings to you and both of them know that it is only a question of time when you will find out.

⬛​Still, even if it comes that far Gin wishes for her brother to not terrorise and hurt you even with his obsession. She cares for Akutagawa but you're still her friend and she likes your child as well. She wants him to attempt to confess to you the normal way at least once and if you reject him she kind of knows that there's little she can do. Unable to live with herself if she wouldn't try though Gin introduces her brother to you who finds himself incredibly awkward as he is completely out of his comfort zone, easily irritated and with little patience, especially when your son is around. Big chance that Gin is lurking around in the distance when Akutagawa tries confessing, already looking like he is glaring at you. He honestly only knows what to do in case you reject him because you don't like him which is instantly doing what he can do best. Inflicting fear upon you whilst using Rashomon. He isn't prepared for you rejecting him because you think he shouldn't bother with you and is left so perplexed with that answer that he just stares at you for a good while. Ultimately this only delays the abduction though because it'll still happen. He's promised Gin to not harm your son though.

[noosayog]

[parking ticket] ft. sawamura daichi 

wc: 1k

contents/warnings: fem! reader, reader is referred to as ma’am, timeskip characters. for the sake of story, let’s pretend the Miyagi prefecture parking rules go by the same ones in the States but Daichi is not an American cop because acab till I die!! 

A flash of light catches your attention when you look up from your phone from inside your car. By meter for the spot you’re currently parked in, is a cop who is tapping away at his little device, looking between his device, your car, and the meter that is currently flashing red. 

“Wait!” you say frantically, exiting your car. 

The cop looks up. When you meet his eyes previously hidden by his cap, they linger a bit on you before he levels you with an unimpressed look. 

“I just got here! I was planning on paying.” 

“Ma’am, I saw you pull into this spot before I circled around the block. And now, it’s still not paid.” 

You cringe. When you had pulled into the spot, 10 minutes early for your scheduled manicure appointment, you figured you could just kill time in the car. You were scrolling through your instagram feed, looking for nail inspo when you noticed the cop. 

“I was in an important call!” you fib. 

The cop puts his device down, and props his hands on his hips. You inappropriately take note of his broad shoulders and square jawline. His unimpressed gaze remains as he tightens his jaw. 

“You could have just paid the meter then went on with your call.” 

“It really was important! So important that I needed to get on the call the second I parked.” 

He picks up his device and continues tapping, eyes now darting down to your license plate. 

“Please, please! I swear, I plan on paying! It was just a couple of minutes,” you beg. 

Tap, tap. The device spits out a little piece of paper and he rips it from the jagged teeth of the mini printer. 

“Fine!” you say, storming over to where he’s standing. You quickly insert some coins into the meter, jabbing them in with your thumb for good measure. “I was on a call with the hospital because I just found out my grandma has stage four metastatic breast cancer, so if that warrants a ticket, then leave it on my dash, asshole!” 

With that, you walk swiftly away, both frustrated and impressed with your own quick thinking. 

You’re pleased to find that after your manicure, there is no ticket on your dash. 

You squash down the slight guilt you feel when you instead see a little note with a simple “sorry about your Grandmother” scribbled on. 

– 

It’s a couple weeks later when you revisit the nail salon for some regular upkeep. You pull into a spot and quickly exit your vehicle to feed the meter. You didn’t want to take your chances in this same area, knowing there’s potential for a certain cop to be patrolling. You’re waiting at an intersection when a tap on your shoulder gets your attention. 

Turning around, you find yourself not surprised to come face to face with the same handsome cop as the other day. 

“Hey, nice to see you again,” he says. 

“Oh, hi. Yes,” you nod pleasantly. 

He takes off his police cap and tucks it neatly between his arms and torso. Even with his face half covered, you knew he would be nice to look at, but with his cap off, you get a full view of his gentle brown eyes and cropped black hair. 

“How’s your grandma? I’m sorry I was being such a hardass that day.” He rubs sheepishly at the back of his neck with his free hand. 

“Oh,” you smile a bit. “She’s fine. I lied so you wouldn’t give me a ticket,” you say breezily. 

The light at the intersection turns green. 

“See ya around!” you wave and start walking. 

You get a couple of feet before the officer falls into step with you. 

“Hold on a sec. Are you saying your grandmother doesn’t actually have cancer?”

“Nope.” 

“First of all, you shouldn’t go around lying about stuff like that, what if you speak it into existence?” 

You shrug, “both my grandmothers are already dead, so…” 

“Oh…” he says awkwardly. “Sorry to hear that.” 

You laugh again at his shifty eyes. 

“What’s the second thing?” you ask. 

“Hm?”

The two of you continue your leisurely stroll, side-by-side. You’ve already passed your salon, but you figure another lap wouldn’t hurt. 

“You said ‘first of all.’ What’s second?” 

“Ah,” he nods, sticking his hands in his pocket, relaxing his gait. “Second of all, why would you tell me you lied? I still have your license plate.” 

“Well,” you pretend to ponder, a mischievous smile growing. “Are you going to give me a ticket, officer?” 

He smiles too. “Depends. You might have to pay me back in some other ways.” 

“That sounds oddly inappropriate given your position in law enforcement,” you joke. 

“How about a date?” 

You startle a bit, not expecting a straight shot from someone who seems very, well, reserved. 

“You don’t even know my name,” you qualify. 

“I do. I looked up your registration.” 

You stop to face him, mentally noting the number on his badge. There, if he was creepy or weird, you could report him or something. 

“I'm free tomorrow night?” 

“Perfect, pick you up at 7?”

“You don’t even-” 

“I know where you live. Registration, remember?” 

“This feels like a misuse of government resources.” 

He leans in a bit, close enough for you to feel his minty breath on your cheeks. “May I?” he whispers.

Dazzled, you nod. 

He gives you the lightest kiss on your cheek, before taking one large, respectable step away. “My name is Sawamura Daichi. I promise I won’t do anything weird with your information unless you deserve another parking ticket in the future.” 

“Hey!” 

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, then,” he says, fixing his cap back on his head and giving you a cute little salute before walking back the direction he came from.

[kitakashi]

Cats (2)

Featuring: Sawamura, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Kozume, Futakuchi, Ushijima, Bokuto, Ojirō, Sakusa…

Part 1

Sawamura Daichi loves to dress up your cat with small articles of clothing. Bow ties, little vests, and his favorite a mini police officer cap. He even keeps a small picture of Officer Meow with him for the occasions that he has to deal with small children. Your cat is an honorary member of the police force with their own miniature plaque.

Your poor cat is teased by Matsukawa Issei. Gently tugging their tail, putting his finger in their mouth when they yawn, and his personal favorite the laser light. Don’t worry though, your cat gets revenge by using his long legs as a scratching post, laying down with their butt in his face, and running off with his bedroom slippers.

Hanamaki Takahiro is a stay at home cat dad. Of course that’s not all he is, but that’s what he cheekily tells people. He even designed a whole cat room with shelves on the walls for your cat to run across. Once he started posting videos online of his interior cat design, he started getting paid requests for tutorials. You two and your fur baby have a very comfortable life all thanks to your kitty.

Your cat is a regular on Kozume Kenma’s channel. He even has a special cat bed next to his set up on his desk with a special camera so people can watch your kitty’s reactions. Your cat follows his avatar on screen and will meow demands. His followers enjoy interpreting those instructions for your man to follow. Even if your cat just sleeps, they still steal the show.

Futakuchi Kenji and your cat judge people together. Their favorite perch is a seat by the window where either your cat sits in his lap while he scrolls social media making snarky comments or they stare at your neighbors. You’ve had a few complaints that it’s disturbing but it’s worth it to come home and see both their faces looking out the window. It’s both hilarious and endearing.

Ushijima Wakatoshi has trained your cat to do simple tricks. He even took a video of your cat obeying simple commands like sit, and roll over to show his teammates when they didn’t believe him. Now your cat is a hot conversation topic for the Adlers. You aren’t sure if your kitty will jump through hoops like he wants, but it’s adorable to see your giant of a man try to bribe your fur baby.

Bokuto Kōtarō meows back at your cat. You have no idea what they’re saying but it’s a frequent occurrence to enter a room where the two are holding a conversation in cat language. Apparently, your cat informed him when their birthday is so now you can celebrate it. The two of them are adorable wearing tiny party hats.

Ojiro Aran and your cat work out together. He lets your cat choose his music by holding out his phone with various playlists on screen and they listen to whatever the cat touches. Your cat’s favorite is sit up’s, kitty perched on his knees and gets a little nose boop every time. He even got a little harness to take your kitty running with him. Your fur baby ends up being carried but it’s still cute.

Sakusa Kiyoomi has always had a thing for lint rollers. That only exemplified after you two got together. Yet, he treats your cat like an actual baby. Always brushing your kitty, trimming nails, wiping eyes, giving baths (to your fur baby’s chagrin), and kissing their little head. Of course, every cuddle session is followed by him furiously attacking himself with aforementioned lint roller. Your kitty has the best hygiene of any cat ever.

[okkotsui]

sawamura daichi ⇄ wet inspection.

synopsis: officer sawamura needs to get off his steam each time his duty calls off, so who does he need help from? of course, from his obedient little girlfriend.

tags / warnings: fem!reader, messy smutty fingering, detailed but not so detailed pussy inspection?, oral (fem receiving), pet names such as 'sweetheart', 'baby', calling him 'sir', slut shaming (?)

author's note: one of my greatest comeback 😈. my pussy wrote this for you guys, it was heavenly (for me, that is.) just a little something since the movie already screening.

police officer sawamura daichi has a routine each time he is out for too long from his duty. he made sure you were safe and clean throughout the day on that particular date of his long hour duty in his police office, where he serves a lot of people.

before going home, he always made sure you were notified of him going home so you could prepare yourself, most likely, he is telling you to lay down on the bed, looking pretty for him. you are always pretty in his eyes, no matter what.

daichi loves giving you pussy inspection each time he goes home. it is his routine and his requirement for you. it is also his way to release his stress—seeing you home just makes him feel better.

the night he went home, you could tell he had a long day. instead of being a brat and noticing how stressed he was, you gave him a sweet treat that he always loves.

the way his fingers slipped down your pussy lips made him smile like a man who had discovered more than a jewel. his fingers were parting your folds, making sure to look thoroughly. by just seeing how wet you were and by just glancing through you, he could tell if you played with yourself.

“what a good little slut, were you waiting for me that long?" he lightly licked his fingers, rubbing your clit tenderly, which made your mouth open and whine.

"yes sir..." you clenched around nothing as you spoke. your wetness was almost dripping out of your part, daichi’s heart was beating too quickly.

gods, he loves it when you call him that; it makes him feel feral if possible. he just wanted to shove his cock into your small, sweet cunt, but he must stay calm and professional.

seeing your pussy looking so good, he just wanted to give you what you deserve, but as stated, this is his routine, and he cannot break his composure— maybe he will, but not after a minute or two.

you swallowed the lump in your throat as he glided his fingers through your core. eventually missing your clit on purpose and flicking them without any notice, making you jolt and more wetter than usual.

you wanted to cry out, you wanted him, his fingers, or his cock inside now, but you don't want to push his buttons, he was taking his time looking and feeling your walls within his limits.

"don't move too much, sweetheart," he spoke out, his voice deep— lust almost seeping through. he started entering a finger inside you, making you whine about wanting more than just one. 

he started nice and slow, almost like torture. making sure to take your wetness and warm walls on his finger as he started adding another finger, going nice and slow. you moved your lower half as if bouncing on him for more friction as he let out a small 'tsk,'

when he noticed what you were doing, he slapped your clit with his free hand, making you moan out loud—music to his ears. tears of pleasure started to brim in the corner of your eyes as he started moving his digits in a moderate phase, making you see the stars as he made his way into you more.

"please?" you moaned, panting from the lack of his attention as he let out a small, deep chuckle. this time, his tongue flickered, sucking your clit as you shivered in the connection, taking in your soft whines and moans to himself.

"shhh... i know, baby." he assured as he finally started going faster, making you moan out loud. making sure he works wonders inside your pussy, hitting the spot that you always love and moving it clear and good. curling his fingers so good that you're on cloud nine already, twisting and caressing your insides as if taking care of you so well.

you started moving against him, he doesn't mind now. he loves seeing you work your way out by cumming yourself up for him. he loves it. especially on how you started bouncing on his fingers like a desperate slut for him.

he made sure to hit and give your pussy the greatest attention that you needed. your walls clinging to him like a vice, as if never letting go of him anytime soon, rubbing your clit and patting them just how you love it. as soon as he felt you tightening up even more, he started going faster, making your eyes wide and gasping at the sudden movement and the lustful noise from your wet pussy suddenly increasing.

a squeal you let out was confirmation that you're starting to love this more. "d–daichi!" your voice called out, small yet seemed like a squeak. you breathed out as he inserted his fingers in and out faster, making your legs shake. "gonna come!" you called out as he let out a small hum of acknowledgement.

"yeah, that's it, baby. you're doing so well for me. let me have it." he kept moving, doing wonders inside you.

your thighs closed around his arm as he pulled them apart. as he kept going as you finally released, his eyes glimmered once he saw you coming undone. he removed his fingers, rubbing your pussy and finally darting his tongue inside as he lapped your juices, making you squirm under him. 

he took his time between your legs as you held into his hair, in between pulling him away or keeping him in there. he eventually pulled away, licking his lips like he had the best meal of his life.

"good girl," he whispered, brushing your disheveled hair out of your face. giving you a kiss on your forehead. "you did so well, baby." he assured, fixing your clothes for a moment before deciding to take a bath together and cuddle for the rest of the night. maybe some make-out sessions here and there as well.

[13a07s]

Her Closet

(Daichi Sawamura)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Etcetera.art]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 3,359

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

I fully believe Daichi's wife would call Sugawara by his first name

I also believe Daichi would never get out of the habit of calling him Suga

Daichi is a bit of a horn-dog in the second part :)

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     The door to the station swings open, the old metal squeaking from the movement and catching my attention. I can't see the entrance from my desk, but I sure can hear my sunshine of a wife's laugh, along with my coworker at the front yelling that "Sawamura's old lady is here".

I try my best to keep my smile reasonable but I can't help the huge grin that starts to spread across my face as I approach the front. The whole walk-up is filled with teasing from the other officers but I don't mind, especially when my Sunshine is still giggling at the soft teasing she's receiving. By the time I'm shouldering the door open, my cheeks sting from how big my smile is.

     The door easily gives in, being pushed open just enough for me to peak out. My grin somehow grows at the sight of Sunshine, seeing her swimming in my hoodie and making my heart flutter. It's my work hoodie, MPPF in bold letters over her chest, an outline of a badge in the middle of her stomach, and Miyagi Prefecture Police Force in small letters below it. I know our pledge is stamped into the back of it without having to look.

     "You know those hoodies are for officers only, I could give you a ticket for impersonating," the guy at the desk teases, making my Sunshine laugh again as she shakes her head.

     "I assure you I have impersonated an officer in a lot worse ways than this," she jokes, quickly rushing my thoughts back to the last costume party Asahi hosted. My Sunshine sure did impersonate an office, in a lot worse ways, but I enjoyed every second of it.

     "Sunshine," I quickly call, trying to blink away the memories of the 'after party' we had together.

     "Officer Sawamura," she teases, her eyes and smile pointed at me now. "I was out and about so I grabbed you lunch," she tells me, holding up a take-out bag.

     "Thank you," I mutter, pushing the door open the rest of the way before motioning her forward. "I appreciate it," I add when she gets closer, taking a moment to kiss her cheek as she walks past.

Wolf whistles, pickup lines, and compliments are shot at her by the station as we make our way back to my desk. The light-hearted play only makes me shake my head, giddiness filling my chest the whole of the short walk.

When we get to my desk, I take a moment to pull out one of the chairs from their opposite spot across from mine. Instinctively my hand goes out, waiting for my Sunshine to take it so I can help ease her into the chair. As expected, her hand finds mine, gently holding it as she sinks into the cushions. I keep a hold of her as I push her in, pecking her hand before letting it go.

"Oh, oh, oh, we have a gentleman amongst us men," my senior partner teases, a smug grin on his face as he pokes at me.

"Seems like Officer Sawamura's old lady has him by the balls," one of the younger officers adds.

I ignore the eruption of teasing that follows, sliding across the desk to settle in my chair. "I got you a sandwich," my Sunshine starts the unneeded explanation, slowly unpacking my lunch for me. "And a bag of chips, of course, and a water bottle which I probably didn't need to get but I did anyway."

"Thank you," I repeat, leaning forward to start unwrapping my sandwich. "You didn't get yourself anything?" I ask, looking at her for an answer as I start raising my sandwich to eat. Thoughts of telling her I'm too full to eat my chips are already brewing in the back of my mind.

"I ate while I was out with the girls. There was a sale on those energy drinks you like so I made sure to stock up on them. Oh! And I got new curtains for the kitchen window if you could hang those when you get the chance," she rattles on, moving in her seat to curl up in a lazy, comfy ball.

I swear, everything about this moment makes me fall in love with her all over again. Her mind always thinking about what she can do for others, more specifically me. I could listen to her voice all day long. Plus her excitement over such mundane things is adorable. Add on her inability to sit in a chair like a normal person and I'm back to being the lovestruck high schooler I was when I met her.

"I'll add it to my to-do list," I tell her before taking another bite of my sandwich. If she hadn't caught lunch with her little housewife group I would have given her my chips in a heartbeat, but I'm excited I get to enjoy them myself.

"Whipped," another officer teases, covering up the word with a fake cough. Again, the comment rolls off of me. I don't mind the teasing or the 'hot wife' jokes because I know it's true. I am whipped, at her mercy, willing to do anything she asks.

I also know my Sunshine is a beautiful woman, one who's swimming in my hoodie. It's my hoodie string she's twirling. My hoodie that her hand is shoved under to rest on her stomach. My hoodie she's going to nap in once she gets home. My hoodie everyone has seen her in today, and finally, my hoodie she's going to be wearing when I get my pay back for her costume party reminder.

Seeing her wearing my clothes always brings me back to high school, specifically the first game I invited her to. My Sunshine went all out, tacky but cute pom-poms waving around from the bleachers, tinsel tied into her hair, and my alternate jersey wrapping her fully in orange. We lost, no surprise there seeing how the team didn't start winning any games until my third year, but I was still prideful seeing her so excited to watch me play.

Getting to see my Sunshine support my career brings me the same kind of pride. Seeing her in my work hoodie, at work events, and hearing her say 'My husband, Officer Sawamura,' are the signs in my life that I made it.

     "Koshi called this morning," she utters, eyeing my chip bag. So much for enjoying them myself.

     "Ya? What did you two talk about?" I ask, popping the bag open before giving it to her.

     My Sunshine's eyes lighten up at the gesture, happily taking the chips from me. "He said he's going to go watch the Sendai Frogs play tonight and asked if we were coming too. I told him I'd talk to you and call back with an answer," she explains, slightly shifting in her chair as she eats. It's cute that she squirms when she's enjoying a snack; it's even cuter that she doesn't notice it most of the time.

     "Where's their game at?"

     "Koshi just said it was a home game so I don't know. I can text him and ask," she mumbles, tilting the bag toward me.

     "Their team is stationed here in Miyagi. You can tell Suga we're going," I answer for her, saving my old setter a question. I take a chip from the bag as well, enjoying the excitement melting into her eyes. My Sunshine doesn't know much about volleyball - or any sport, really - but she 'enjoys the environment of a game' which is good enough for the both of us.

     "I'll have to call him back and tell him then. I'll have to go through my - "

     "Our," I interrupt, shaking my head at her excitement.

     "My closet. My clothes are my clothes. Your clothes are my clothes too," she 'corrects' me without missing a beat. Again, I shake my head, this time because I guess my Sunshine is right; she wears my clothes more than I do, so it's her closet. "Anyway, I have to figure out something to wear. It's a volleyball game, right? Koshi invited us to a volleyball game?"

     "Ya," I hum, throwing my trash away before settling back in my chair. My elbow is propped up, my head on my fist as I admire my beautiful wife. The way her hair bounces and catches the sun as she talks, the sparkle of joy in her eyes, and her curled up form on the chair, my hoodie big enough for her to tuck her knees under it in her new position.

     "Oh, good! Do I get to see another one of your old teammates play this time?" My Sunshine asks, sparkly eyes caught on me, her beautiful hair water fully over her knees because of her head resting on her knees now.

     "Tsukishima plays for Sendai," I answer, letting my eyes fall closed for a second. I have four more hours of work, I can't get caught up in my Sunshine's... well, sunshine.

     "Which one is he? I don't remember."

     Slowly, I let my eyes peel open again, her smile being the first thing to catch my attention. "Tall, thin, blonde, glasses," I mutter, glancing around the station. My work mind set is ruined for the day.

     She explodes in a ball of excitement, feet back on the ground as she gushes over my old teammate. "Now I remember! He was one of your baby crows. It was always so fun bantering with him. Always so quick to have a smart mouth."

     I nod my head in agreement, eyes back closed as I run through the information on my newest case, trying to push out everything having to do with my Sunshine.

Lips against mine pull me out of my thoughts, eyes instantly snapping up to be met with her leaning over the desk. She pulls away, a loose smile back on her lips. "I should get going. You have work to do and your partner is itching to talk to you. I'll send you a picture of the outfit I choose. Bye, baby!" My Sunshine chirps, pecking my lips again before she almost skips out of the station.

"'Bye baby'," some of the guys repeat, voices pitched and teasing. Others make kissy noises for a few minutes before it all melts into soft laughter. Despite the joking, all I can think about is what cute outfit my Sunshine is going to pick.

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     My footsteps thunder as I race down the block, my watch weighing on my wrist a constant reminder of the time crunch I'm under. Why does the Sendai's match have to start so soon after my shift? Why did my Sunshine have to find my old jersey? Why does she have to wear it to the match? Why did she have to send me a picture of herself in it?

It's been killing me the past few hours, knowing what she's wearing. Knowing she's alone at home. Knowing I have to wait to see her in it. Enjoy her in it. It's been years since she's worn it. Dear lord did all the 'comforting' after my matches and the victory 'celebration' of my third year come rushing back. All because she had to find it hidden away in our closet. In her closet.

     I don't slow down when our house comes into view, if anything I move faster to get inside as soon as possible. When I get to the porch, I struggle with the doorknob for a moment, unable to get it open.

     I can't help the excitement that bubbles in my chest when I do finally manage to get the door open. "My Sunshine?" I yell once I'm through the door, wrestling to kick off my shoes and undo my work vest.

     "Welcome home," she greets, her head poking out from the sitting room. "How was work?"

     "Fine, good, great, work," I mutter, my eyes snagging on the parts of my jersey I can see.

     Sunshine fully rounds the corner, giving me a full view of my clothes on her. The sight makes my hands fumble worse, making it seem impossible to snap my work belt off. "Calm down, baby. It's not going to hurt anyone if we're a few minutes late," she coos, settling in front of me before she helps to snap my belt off. "Guess what? Koshi invited - "

     I cut her off, burying my hand in her hair to pull her into a kiss. A soft him escapes her because of my sudden nice, but the surprise washed away soon after. My Sunshine's hands settle on my chest as she joins the kiss, adding a bit of pressure to counter mine.

     As our kiss carries on, my free hand works on unbuttoning my shirt, fully prepared to leave it on the growing pile of work clothes on the ground. My Sunshine pulls away, sucking in a breath before opening her mouth to speak again. "Daichi, Koshi and - "

     Again, I cut her off, taking a step forward to kiss her. This time she kisses me back right away, gripping the open flaps of my shirt as I finish undoing the last few buttons. "You look beautiful," I murmur when we part, my lips falling to kiss along her jaw as I shrug my shirt off.

     "Thank you, baby, but we have plans and your friends - "

     "I know, it'll be fine. You said it yourself it's not going to hurt if we're a few minutes late," I interrupt, letting my hands start slithering under her shirt. "You look amazing," I repeat, slowly guiding us down the hallway, toward the sitting room.

     "Will you let talk?" She giggles, her arms around my neck now as her body arches in response to my feathery touches.

     "Go ahead," I hum, letting one hand rest on top of her bra, gently squeezing the material and her breast. My other hand starts sliding backward, soaking in as much of my Sunshine's soft skin as it can during its trip towards her ass. I've made quick work of kissing her, slowing down as I start trailing over the dip from her jaw to her neck.

     My mind is a bit preoccupied, set on touching every inch of her and continuing to lead her towards the couch so I can enjoy my beautiful Sunshine and relive some memories from my volleyball days. "Koshi brought Ennoshita to watch the game with us. They got here like ten minutes ago and have been waiting with me for you to get home."

     My mind is no longer preoccupied. My head snaps up, pulling my lips off my wife, so I can scan the room. As promised, Suga and Ennoshita are sitting on the couch, my best friend looking amused and my old underling looking shocked. "Guys," I mutter, after forcing out an awkward cough. I help my Sunshine stand up straight again, fixing my jersey before letting her go. "I was not expecting you."

     "I can see that," Suga teases, a huge grin on his face.

     "I texted you," Ennoshita mutters softly, barely loud enough to hear. He waves his phone around, our messages open as proof. "Apparently you didn't get it."

     "I probably did," I murmur, scratching the back of my head as I look away from my friends. My eyes settle on my Sunshine. Her teeth are messing with her bottom lip, cheeks fleshed as she looks at the wall. "I'm going to go change. I'll be right back," I grumble, pecking her cheek before I walk out of the room.

     "I'm surprised you're not taking your wife with you!" Suga yells after me, a chuckle following his teasing. Sunshine scolds him, the sound of her lecture being cut off when I close our bedroom door.

     I lean against the closed door, hands jumping up to my face as if they could rub the embarrassment off. When my hands fall away, my eyes end up landing on our - her - closet. As expected, clothes are littered around the room, my Sunshine's inability to decide on an outfit being evident. "I can't believe I did that," I whisper to the emptiness, shaking my head before I jump into action. I need to change so we can get going. My Sunshine, me, and our friends I just embarrassed us in front of.

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     "Tsuki!" Yamaguchi and my Sunshine both scream, the two of them leaning over the rails as they cheer for him. Suga and I both shake our heads at them.

Yamaguchi notices the joking disapproval, his cheeks fleshing as easily as they did in high school. My Sunshine doesn't though, she's in her universe, shaking the green and yellow pom poms she bought as she cheers for the middle blocker.

I love seeing her at games. Seeing her so energized, so excited, so happy to support someone she knows. I haven't decided what I enjoy more; having her cheer for me or getting to watch her cheer for someone else. Probably the latter, since I get to enjoy it instead of having to focus on the game I'm playing.

"Baby!" She chirps, lunging at me. Her hands land on my knees, pom poms and all, as she looks up at me, the usual excited spark in her eye.

"Sunshine?" I hum, sliding my fingers through her hair, being careful not to pull on any of the tinsel she tied into her locks. It's nice but almost sorrowful seeing her dressed up like this again. I should get her a Sendai jersey before we leave.

She makes a kissy face, the sound picking up just enough for me to hear it. A soft grin spreads on my face at her request, a request I have no problem fulfilling for her. My fingertips twirl the end of her hair as I lean down, pecking her lips like she wants.

A happy giggle spills from my Sunshine as she sits upright, eyes cast to the court for a second before they're back on me. "I'm hungry."

"Okay, Sunshine," I utter, pecking her lips again before I stand up. "I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" Suga asks, his eyes not pulling away from the players on the court.

"To get my Sunshine some food," I answer, starting the careful descent out of the bleachers, set on not trip on anyone or thing.

"I'll come with," he says, already on his feet so he can trial after me.

It takes a while, but we both manage to get out of the bleachers without an accident. "Should I be expecting a third Sawamura soon?" Suga asks, flashing me one of his grins.

     "I just got excited seeing her in my jersey after so long. That's all," I answer, trying to push down the embarrassment crawling up my neck.

     "Sure you did," he chuckles, shaking his head at me. "You know, I thought you were insane when you told me you were going to propose after graduation."

     "I know, you told me at least twenty times," I grumble, rolling my eyes at the memory of all the lectures I got from him. Suga was not on board with the idea of us getting married right out of high school.

     "And now I can't help but be impatient with you two. When are you going to give me a niece or nephew?"

     "I don't think that's any of your business," I snap, the heat winning and coating my cheeks. "You're just as bad as my mom."

     Suga shrugs, a grin still on his face. "Maybe your Sunshine is trying to get you to give her a baby. Wearing your clothes and all that."

Now it's my turn to chuckle, shaking my head back at my friend. "The closet is fully Sunshine's. It's her closet, her clothes, I just borrow them sometimes."

"You definitely did not get over that love sickness did you? I thought you'd kick it after graduation."

No, I did not get over it, and probably never will.

[rocorambles]

Clarity (Part 1)

Pairing: Daichi x Reader x Kuroo

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, sleazy sleazy sleazy men, sleazy cop Daichi, sleazy businessman Kuroo

Your hands are trembling as you sit in front of warm brown eyes full of concern. In an attempt to slow down your borderline hyperventilating breathing, you focus on the badge of the man sitting across from you. 

Sawamura Daichi

It had taken most of the courage in you to enter the police precinct and you can feel anxiety and fear fraying at what little reserves you have left. But a calloused hand comfortingly grasping your shaking fist helps to ground you, guides you into finally opening your mouth to officially file a report long in the making. 

You know it’s a long shot with no hard proof of the sexual assault and blackmail you list out. You know in a battle of she said versus he said, you’re already playing on the losing side as a woman. You know how much worse your odds became when you stuttered out the name Kuroo Tetsurou. 

Handsome. Smart. Successful. Rich. Charismatic. 

Why would a man like that waste any time or money harassing, little old you?

Expecting the usual look of disbelief, the typical derisive snort, you’re stunned when Officer Sawamura looks you dead in the eye after you’re done speaking, not a single ounce of distrust or skepticism in his gaze.  

“I believe you.” 

Those three words and the sincerity in which they’re spoken break down every fragile wall you’ve built to protect yourself and you crumple, sobbing in the strong arms of the officer who holds you tight. 

A huge weight feels like it’s been lifted off your shoulders as you shyly smile at the attractive officer on your way out, your heart warming when he promises to “take care of things”. 

Daichi hums thoughtfully as he watches your retreating figure, arousal curling in his stomach as he reminisces on the feeling of your body pressed against his, how adorable you looked with tears streaming down your face. 

He does believe you. How can he not when he’s had to clean up so many of Kuroo’s messes? You’re just the newest line item on a long list of problems the spiky haired man has left in his lap. Not that Daichi minds all too much when the taller man so generously rewards him for his efforts. 

So Daichi will “take care of things”. He’s a man of his word after all. 

It’s just unfortunate that you didn’t clarify how exactly he would handle things and how high the cost would be. 

[realcube]

dilf december

day twenty-four ⭑ sawamura daichi ⭑ lock down!

tags: fluff, slight angst, thief! reader, crying & age gap

never would you have expected to spend your christmas eve detained in the backroom of a supermarket.

times have been rough for your family financially recently, but your little sister has been thriving and working so diligently at school in spite of the hard times you've fallen upon. both you and mother agreed that she is deserving of the world but it proved challenging to even scramble up enough funds to afford a christmas dinner, forget toys or chocolates.

but there was no way you could bare to see her disappointed face if she woke up on christmas day to no presents under the tree. so while you were at the shop, buying some final bits and pieces for dinner tomorrow, you saw lego set that you knew she would adore, so you picked it up.

... without paying for it.

naturallly when the security guard saw the boxy outline in your purse, you were swiftly taken to the back to get a mouthful from the manager. and upon reviewing the footage, they realised you frequently utilised the five-finger discount, and thus they suspected you may be guilty grand larceny. so instead of letting you off with a warning, they kept you in the back while they called the police.

you were terrifed, of course. every part of your body trembled with fear, terrified that you might be arrested and sent to jail. ironically, that would be a worse thing for your sister to wake up to than no present at all.

after around half an hour of waiting on your own, the door creaks open and the manager of the store walks in with a policeman by his side. now probably isn't the best time to say anything, and you hate youself for thinking this in such a grim situation, but the officer is quite handsome. he's toned around the arms, complemented by his fitted blue shirt which is rolled up to his elbows. his face was well-proportioned too, with a sharp jaw and thick brows that were knitted together. he had a very serious energy to him as he paced up the table you were sat at with his arms folded, glaring down at you in an intimidating manner.

"i'd like a moment alone with the suspect." he states, piercing eyes not averting from you for even a moment as he spoke. the manager who entered the room with him nods and hurriedly exits, closing the door behind.

now, it was only the two of you. he stares at you in silence for a bit longer, before he heaves and pulls out the chair at the other end of the table, and takes a seat across from you. "i'm officer sawamura. do you mind telling me your name?"

you reply under your breath without meeting his gaze, your words scrambling together in a hushed blur.

"you're going to have to speak up, sweetheart."

"(y/n) (l/n)."

"right." he hums, clicking his tongue. you watch in fear as he pulls out a notepad from his front pocket and begins scribbling things down. he picked up on your worry, and reassures you, "don't mind me. it's just procedural stuff."

your lips are pressed together in a thin line, as you faintly nod.

"so, (y/n), why were you brought back here today?" he asks plainly.

your throat runs dry. none of this feels quite real to you , and you don't know what to say. the last thing you'd want is to unknowingly admit guilt to police officer and get sent to jail immediately. however, if you continue to lie you might end up snow-balling yourself into much more bother than you were in initially. your next words were so vital, it was difficult for you to comprehend the magnitude of impact they may have on the rest of your life. so, naturally, you were wordless.

detecting your hesitancy, daichi looks at you, with a much more friendly and compassionate demeanour, "look, i know you're scared but if you're honest with me, things will be so much easier. i'm not here to convict you or get you in trouble. i don't think a girl like you has any malice in her heart, so i'm going to try and get you out if this, but i can't do that if you don't talk to me."

a part of you suspected that he gave this spiel to every thief he investigated, yet it somehow still worked on you. why did you feel like you could trust him all of a sudden? his kind words helped you gulp down the ball of anxiety lodged in your throat and croak quietly, "i stole a lego set."

he nodded along as you spoke, encouraging you to continue, "okay," he commented, while writing in his notepad, "why?"

"i wanted to get my sister a gift for christmas."

"that's kind." he replies sincerely, "could you not afford to purcahse it?"

"no." your eyes were glued to the table, brimming with fiery tears, threatening to spill over your cheeks at any moment.

"hey, look at me." he outstretches forward and taps the table were your eyes are locked to, causing your gaze to follow his arm up and towards his face, "again, i'm not going to get you in trouble, so don't cry."

"i'm sorry.." you feebly sob, covering your quivering lips with your hands.

he frowns at how dismayed you are; anyone with half a heart could see how desperate you are, so he was tempted to let you off the hook there and then. but he knew he had to stay with you for a bit longer to make it seem like a thorough investigation, "i have kids so i understand the feeling of wanting to buy them the world and not being able to. but stealing is still a crime, and imagine how disappointed your sister would be to hear you've been arrested."

you sob loudly into your hands, and daichi's eyes widen. he quickly splutters out defensively, "not that i'm saying i'm going to arrest you! i'm not. but if you keep stealing, it could happen to you one day."

with your face buried into your palms, he lets you cry it out for a while. once your wails gradually begin to decrease in volume and your sobs falter, he gently asks, "so, are you going to keep stealing, sweetie?"

you blink your big, watery eyes as him, finally meeting his gaze to snivel out your answer as definitively as possible, "no, i won't ever again. i promise."

"well, that's all i wanted to hear." he coos, shooting you a soft look beofre flipping his notebook closed and slipping it back into his pocket, along with the pen, "no other crimes either?"

"nuh-uh." you shake your head, wiping your damp cheeks with your sleeve.

"good." he chuckles, hauling himself up from his chair and slowly walking over to yours to offer you a hand, "better be on your best behaviour. pretty girls like you don't fare well in jail."

carefully, you place your trembling hand in his big one, and he helps you to your feet then leads you to the door. "i will be." you agreed with the earlier part of his statement.

he pushes the door open to allow you back into the main area of the supermarket, but not even a few seconds pass before the manager and other staff members are rushing up to the pair of you, asking for intimate details of the conversation and the verdict.

to your shock, officer sawamura aggressively grabs your arms and yanks them both behind your back to restrain you, and you weakly yelp in response, unable to even attempt to resist. he tells the small crowd of people, "clear a path. make way. dangerous criminal coming through."

that seemed to suffice as an answer for everyone, including the manager, and they quickly move aside to allow officer sawamura to drag you out of the supermarket. you trudge along with your head hung in shame, heart pounding in your chest and unable to muster up the strength to cry anymore. you just let the tears pour from your eyes silently, feeling completely defeated and decieved. you shouldn't never trusted a cop.

he walked you quite a distance away from the supermarket, to the very back of the car park. he gave a quick glance around before letting go of your arms.

you turn around to face him in shock, and he simply tilts his head, "what? did you actually think i was going to arrest you over some lego?" he laughs to him heartily, while you just stare at him dumbfounded, "fill out all that paperwork on christmas eve? no thanks." he rolls his eyes at the thought, then gently nudges your arm, "you can get lost, kid."

you blink at him. everything was happening so fast that you were struggling to process if this was just another ploy. reluctantly, you took a step back from him. then another. followed by another. next thing you knew, you had pivoted on your heels and were dashing away from him at full speed.

though you can still hear his voice call out to you, "be good, (y/n), or don't!"

[tenjikufag]

Yo would you like, mind writing Daichi Sawamura from Haikyuu HAHAHAH

Maybe to celebrate him getting into the police force and everything, he and his semi-long time boyfriend (like, second year hs long) have sex for the first time ✨✨

By that I mean reader riding Daichi till he cries (just a bit) 😊

End Prize.

Daichi Sawamura x Male Reader

-smut, established relationship, bott!reader, top!daichi, fluff, implied virginity (?), mentions of toys

-thank you for the request, I don’t know shit about cop academy etc etc nor do I like cops so I am kinda .. bad at the whole descriptive part of that haha hope it reads okay.

Smiles, cheers, laughs of celebration felt all too contagious around you. With the faint residuals of confetti in the air you watched as your boyfriend , Daichi, stood amongst his academy-mates in a long standing salute in form for their graduation.

You were quick on your feet to stand and chase towards him through all the bodies following for their own loved one- happily jumping into your partners arms and giving him a tight squeeze, kissing his cheek.

“Congratulations officer Sawamura~”

Laughing lightly at the way he blushed, he cleared his throat and thanked you, putting you down and kissing your forehead.

“Come! Let’s go! I have reservations for us!”

Dragging him by his gloved hand, you led him through everyone getting pictures and out the doors towards your shared car.

Before getting in, you wrapped yourself around him once again and gave him a deep, longing kiss on the lips before darting to the drivers side- feeling prideful at the way he stopped himself and had to find a sense of composure before entering the car.

You were undeniably proud of him, having seen him grow from your wimpy teen years- even if he was athletic- to the strong, proud, and authoritative man he was today made your heart sing with glee. Through all these years, he’d still stayed at your side and held your hand throughout all these years. Which, for how young the two of you are, felt like decades but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Under all the pride you felt for him, there was a familiar burn of desire.. only ever having heated make-outs, light grinding, and sensual touches, he still never gave into having sex with you- it was an.. odd request of his but he only said when he finished his education and fulfilled what he deemed what a worthy man for you was.. only then would he give into the lust and desire he felt.

It goes without saying that this did cause some problems early on, and maybe a couple years in, but he promised that it was never because he didn’t want to- he wanted to badly, it ate at him every day to break his promise and take you whenever these heated sessions started- but he’s devout in his actions, you can give him that.

With that, you knew tonight was the night and you’d be all over him until you got home.. biting your lip, you shifted in the seat slightly and felt a buzz of pleasure from the surprise you had inside yourself. Imagining what the man’s reaction would be to the pretty little surprise.

Daichi changed out of his police uniform top, opting for a more casual button down to keep with the semi-formal look of his pants.

“Don’t look too good for the others, I don’t like sharing~”

Teasing him, he grabbed your hand and clutched it tightly with a smile

“Of course not, I would never imagine anyone else.”

—

The after-celebration date went off without a hitch, your plans to get him hot and bothered working wonders against him.

He felt like he was going to be set ablaze with the way your fingers lingered on his skin- your nails just barely scratching him with every touch.

Your hot breathe on his face and neck made him was to cuss out all forms of vulgarities just to take you then and there. The well learned restraint and composure he’d learned in adulthood were being tested to the highest degree- the painful erection in his pants straining against every seam, only to throb with every kiss and touch you left on his skin.

“Y/n.. stop.. wait until we get home-“

He coughed, trying to clear the nagging moan in the back of his throat- under the table your fingers walked up his plush thighs, ghosting over his bulge and tugging at his belt.

“Whatever you say, love.”

Pulling away, the air in his lungs escapes and he relaxed. Playfully pouting towards you, he was imagining all the ways he would ravage you tonight.. but he wanted to make one thing clear.

With a quick, subtle movement, he laid his large hand on your own crotch and gave it a solid, firm, squeeze.

“Lettin’ ya know.. I’m in charge. I give the orders.”

He grumbled, low enough for just your ears to hear. Saliva pooled in your mouth, eager to finish the get together with friends and rush home.

—

As soon as the front door to your apartment swung open, Daichi was dragging you to the bedroom and was quick to almost slamming the door- feverishly he approached you, hands cupping under your jaw and colliding his lips with yours.

Smirking into the kiss, you let him take over and explore your mouth- the clear arousal between of you making it slobbery and messy, a shiny string of saliva is what kept you connected when he pulled away.

“You ready?”

Pricking your fingers on each button of his shirt, he gave his own smirk

“More than ever.”

Clothes were off and thrown around the room, the two of you laid naked on the bed, hungry mouths travelling no further than each-others collar bones, it was only when daichi went to grab your ass that he found it.

A shiny, silver, gemmed butt plug being pushed out by you with every squish you felt on your ass.

“You’re dirty.. how long has this been in?”

Gasping, he pulled and pushed it in an out of your ass- of course you had toys and had played with yourself but the intimate, close touches of your lover made it all the more extreme.

“S-Since this morning!”

He chuckled darkly, pulling it out before lying down on his stomach- hot breathe felt on your lower half.

“Then I guess this is just for me?”

Sitting up to look at him, he pulled your hips towards his face and kissed your hole- eliciting a loudly pitched moan from you. He began eating you out, driving his tongue in and out of the gummy walls. You squealed, whined, moaned out his name in praise with every thick lick from his tongue.

It was all too much, you’d already blasted a load all over yourself and he hadn’t even gotten his fill yet- he hadn’t even entered you or touched your dick.

“Dai! Please! I need it!”

The vibrations of his hum made your eyes go hazy, legs trying to clamp together after he pulled away.

Shakily, you tried to sit up again to watch him.. seeing as he sat up on his knees and you saw his dick.. fully.

You’d seen it in passing, only ever seeing it soft and it was big then but.. this was almost absurd, it was almost like a third leg.

“You ready?”

Were you ready? You’d fantasized about it more than you can even count, you’d fucked yourself silly and masturbated to the thought of his dick but now that it was standing tall just for you.. it made you gulp.

“Y-Yeah, of course!”

He raised a brow, pumping himself a few times before positioning himself- looking up at you in reassurance, you gave an enthusiastic nod.

God, it burned. The stretch, the girth of him sliding into your walls felt like no dildo you’d ever had- even being somewhat prepped from the plug and foreplay, he was massive and you felt every centimetre of him.

Tears pricked at your eyes, through the pain you toughed it out and tried to relax-

Only to jolt up when he hit your prostate dead on, he was fully in and pressed right against it.

“Oh fuck! Daichi! Move!”

You ass had relaxed almost fully, the faint dull pain almost fully subsiding with the prodding at your lovely bud of nerves.

He didn’t need to be told twice, thrusting into you at a pace and strength you knew you could never replicate- his cock was warm and filling, stretching you out to the max.

You were quick to cum again, making Daichi smile proudly.

“Fuck you’re good..”

You moaned out,

“Worth the wait?”

God, was it ever. You felt almost paralyzed in pleasure. The sensation of it all on top of it being with the love of your life made it all the more satisfying and sensual.

Pushing him away, he stopped, looking down at you in worry.

“Are you okay? Is it too much?”

“Am.. fine! Let me try something..”

He nodded, pulling out and letting you move him around. With your weak, shaky legs, you led him to lay under you.

“Wanna.. make you feel good. It’s your special night..”

Daichi blushed, seeing you under him was one thing and it already had him excited, but seeing you look almost fucked out on top.. he could bust right there.

“Okay..”

Your boyfriend watched you move, positioning yourself above his dick. He grabbed your hands to hold, you gladly took them for support and plunged down back onto his dick.

Eyes rolling back, you had to force yourself not to cum from the new angle and stretch. Clenching his hands tightly, you began to ride him- trying to keep yourself in pace to make him cum. You knew he wouldn’t last the longest because it was his first time with you but god was it already mindblowing on your end.

“You’re doing so good Y/n.. just like that..”

He praised, bringing your joint hands to your hips to help you stay stable. Daichi’s groaning was music to your ears, making your dick twitch and ass clench on him. Looking down at him, you couldn’t imagine the faces he was making in your wildest dreams.

One eye shut, his mouth open with heavy breathes, face flushed and a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. The arousal burned up your spine and abdomen, tears pricking at your eyes from the stimulation on your prostate.

The tears, the moans, the bouncing on his dick became too much for you- your moans mixing with the tears in sobs, legs began shaking with every bounce you made.

Daichi growled, feeling himself coming close to his end but he wanted to see you cum one more time…

That’s when he pressed onto your hips and started bucking up into you- you released a shriek of pleasure and almost collapsed, his harsh thrusts overriding any self restraint you had to holding your orgasm.

Your faint release of watery, spent cum dribbled out of your dick- feeling the actual overstimulation from a fresh fucked out orgasm paired with your boyfriends large dick absolutely bullying your ass.

You cried, wet tears streaming down your cheeks. He only got faster, sloppier, no rhythm and no way to try and control yourself.

“I’m cumming, Y/n.”

His gruff voice sent shivers up your spine, it was a tone you’d never heard before. It was almost animalistic.

“Put it wherever you want! Please!”

With a final round of tears and a loud cry, you felt him bury himself to the hilt inside of you- a hot load of cum, a big one, filled your ass and was quickly dripping out of it as he tried to fuck it back up into you.

Letting yourself collapse ontop of him, the two of you laid there with ragged breathes..

“You’re mine for the night.. don’t think.. this is a one and done…”

Nodding, you smiled and kissed his neck.

You waited this long, may aswell go as far as you can.

[thefuzzzz]

“Therein Lies Radiance” - a Daisuga fic

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Pairing: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi Chapters: 4/4 Words: 5,555

An AU where Daichi is a single father who regularly visits his mother in the nursing home Sugawara works at. Does this AU make any sense? No. Did I write it anyways for self indulgence? Yes.

Summary:

He whipped around, looking for what had hit him. A man in scrubs stood before him, feet stanced awkwardly against the tile floor and hand cradling his face.

“Sorry,” he said, a genuine tone in his voice that Daichi wasn't used to. The building seemed to get brighter, warmer. Daichi couldn’t see his face until he put his hands down to pick up the papers he had dropped. He looked like the moon, soft, bright features and silver hair against rounded eyes.

He put a hand on Daichi’s arm. His fingers were just cold enough to send a jolt up the officer's forearm. “I’m sorry, are you ok?” he asked. The smile put the moon comparisons to shame. It was brighter than the sun.

Daichi looked between him, his name tag, and the receptionist's desk. He realized he had found the missing piece of a puzzle he hadn’t realized he had even been trying to solve. Every day, Sugawara Koushi greeted him at the receptionist's desk with that warm smile. Daichi remembered when he first started working at the nursing home. It was a few months after Daichi’s mother had been admitted.

Daichi knew him as a tender, sweet man who did his best for his mother. Other than that, he knew nothing about him that his name tag didn’t convey.

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Behind Closed Doors (A Daichi Sawamura Ficlet)

Synopsis: Despite the rowdy beginnings of your relationship, you and Daichi Sawamura (the sweetest of husbands and the best father a child could wish for) were going strong. So far, didn't seem to slow down—your love wasn't faltering or fading away. This man was your ride-or-die. Your future. Your everything. Until your daughter's kindergarten called with unsettling news—the suspicion of domestic abuse inside your household.

Pairing: Daichi Sawamura x afab!reader

Warnings: minors do not interact | miscommunication | mentions of nsfw and explicit themes | mentions of kinks | mentions of adult toys | mentions of domestic abuse (NONE IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING) | profanity | established relationship/marriage | post-time-skip spoilers (asahi & daichi) |

Author's notes: I yearned to write something for Daichi and I came up with a story this ficlet eventually spins from. But IDK if anyone would be interested in reading it haha? But yeah. I think that Daichi's very well-kept-up goody-two-shoes police officer persona hides a freaky motherfucker that loves to get down to business. And if he gets a wifey who matches his freak? He's worshiping the ground she walks walking on. Also, he doesn't strike as dom—he just needs a wifey who can also come with freaky, kinky shit. Someone defying him and going against his rules would actually be a huge turn-on for him. So no—Y/N isn't a sub and their kinky fucking DOESN'T leave the bedroom.

Warning: This was written in one sitting and is not proofread.

Word count: 3K

It started with a call in the middle of the day. You'd been at work, just wrapping up an order of baked goodies when your phone buzzed in your back pocket—usually, you didn't pick up calls amidst a busy noon shift. Upon seeing the number of Haruhi's kindergarten teachers, you realized it wouldn't be the case.

"I really need to take this." - You muttered toward your co-worker, wishing the customer an amazing day. - "It's Hari's teacher. Might be important." "Go for it!" - Ren, your long-time friend and co-worker called out as she checked what little pastries you still had. - "Let's hope the little bean isn't sick." "Yeah, hopefully."

Mrs. Chiba sounded strange—she was a woman around your age, usually gentle, bubbly, and energetic. Her engaging personality was perfect for a kindergarten teacher and the kids loved her. This time, her voice was flat, almost careful. Too gentle as she invited you for a late-afternoon meeting. It was serious and acute—she even specifically asked for Daichi's presence. That hadn't ever happened before. You'd usually come to the meetings separately depending on what was on the agenda—if Daichi had overtime or other plans? Your time to shine. It also applied the other way around. You worked as a unit, ensuring everything went smoothly, always watching each other's back and rotating on the clock as needed.

Walking back into the chaos of your workplace, you exchanged a few confused texts with Daichi, arranging the details—when'd you meet, where'd meet, and most importantly, who'd take care of Hari for the afternoon. Just like every once in a while, you'd ask Uncle Asahi to step in. As per usual, Asahi agreed the moment you asked for his help, ever the knight in shiny armor. Asahi and your six-year-old were actually a dream team—she always spoke so highly of all the fun activities Asahi came up with. They'd both be in their element inside Asahi's little fashion design studio—Hari could sketch into hallelujah with various super-expansive fixes and Asahi created a few pieces based on her drawings already.

Your stomach grumbled with nerves as you waited for Daichi in front of the kindergarten. You were looking at your phone with a slight furrow—Asahi and Hari just made it to his studio, sending you a goofy selfie. The man was furrowing while Hari pulled her mouth open with her index fingers, showing off her missing front teeth. Don't worry! The text under said. When you're done, we'll all go for some ramen. Hari can't wait! That was Asahi for you—a supportive, gentle giant. Putting the phone away with a sigh, your eyes trailed toward the man who was walking toward you at a measured, authoritative pace. Fuck. You still couldn't believe that you pulled Daichi Sawamura.

Standing tall at 5'9 with a broad and impressive build, Daichi became the embodiment of discipline and unwavering dependability after nearly ten years of working in law enforcement. He carried himself with effortless confidence—his posture always straight, movements precise, and presence reassuringly firm. The occupation of a police officer and years of hard work sharpened his instincts, toughened his physique, and honed his ability to command a room without raising his voice.

His features sharpened with age, giving him a strong jawline, faint lines of stress near his eyes, and the kind of gaze that sees right through people. After a decade spent as a police officer, his brown eyes beamed with quiet intensity—calm, calculated, and capable of dark amusement when called for... burning like ambers whenever he looked your way, his gaze dancing on your body. Despite five years of marriage, his eyes still adored you like the night you first fooled around. He kept his jet-black hair shorter and neater than a few years back, but he still let it slightly tousled—framing his face in an infuriatingly attractive way.

His shirt and trousers suited him almost too well—the trousers hugging his thick, muscular thighs so fine it nearly made you groan and the issued shirt stretching over his broad shoulders and sculptured chest, begging to be torn off. "There you are." - Your husband chuckled as he approached you, stealing a gentle peck off your lips—his seemingly stoic face lighting up a smile that'd melt an iceberg. And fuck, Daichi's voice—deep and measured, dripping down your ears like honey. - "Hi, wifey." "Hi, hubby." - Giggling along with him, you'd steal a quick peck too. It became your daily ritual—mutually greeting each other with lovey-dovey pet names that made one's teeth rot.

"Did you speak with the teacher yet?" - He asked, putting on the black tailored blazer he'd gotten as a birthday gift from Asahi. - "Any idea what's this about? Is Hari okay?" "Mhm. She's with Asahi. Look." - You'd pull out your phone, showing the picture of the duo to Daichi. His eyes immediately softened, a soft grin unwittingly tugging on his lips. - "We agreed to meet up for ramen once we're done here." "That sounds... heavenly." - Daichi groaned. - "I had to pull through my lunch break today. Also—Yuto won't forget this, I had to take a few hours off my holiday subsidy on short notice and he wasn't happy with me." "Awh, I'm so sorry to hear that!" "C'mon. Always remember that you and Hari are my priority. A few hours of overtime won't stop me, baby." - Kissing your cheek, Daichi's palm settled on the small of your back—he led you toward the entrance.

The meeting had already started off on a strange note. Clearing your throat, you straightened and watched Mrs. Chiba sitting over the table. Her expression was serious, stoic, and... something was off. Secondly, you've been called in alone. That was the first red flag.

Whenever you got called in together (this wasn't your first rodeo), Daichi was usually the one to handle these kinds of things—he was great with the teachers, always polite, and always reliable. For Mrs. Chiba to insist on meeting with you first, one-on-one, without him felt... off. But still, you didn't question it. Maybe it was about something small—you tried to fool yourself as you sent the woman a nervous smile. Maybe there was an upcoming event, a parent volunteer request, hosting a BBQ... something. Anything.

Sitting primly across Mrs. Chiba, your hands were folded in your lap, ready to listen. She watched you for a moment, exhaling softly before speaking. Her eyes traveled to your wrist—it was covered with a noticeable mark reminding you of your and Daichi's last... rendezvous. You'd cover it up with an innocent smile. "Mrs. Sawamura... There's no easy way to say this, but... your daughter has alarmed us about a potential domestic abuse situation."

Her words flew right through your head at first. You froze, your breath hitched and your eyebrows knitted slightly. Oh. Did she notice something at school? Were some of her friends in danger? You panicked a bit, trying to keep it together. The gravity of the meeting, the situation, hadn't dawned on you yet. "Did she... notice something about her friends? Was the telling stories again? Mrs. Chiba, you know that Hari's a kid with a very vivid imagination..." - As you've said, you weren't a stranger to getting invited to the kindergarten along with your husband—this wasn't your first rodeo. "It regards you and your husband, Mrs. Sawamura." "I—what?" - The world seemed to tilt ever so slightly, your breath growing shallow as you pressed on the bruise on your wrist a bit tighter. That's why Mrs. Chiba noticed it—she was looking for it.

But... Daichi? Your Daichi? The man who actively and openly worshiped the ground you walked on? The man who still at you like you hung the stars, five years into your marriage? The same Daichi who cried when your baby's first into the womb, who read bedtime stories in ridiculous voices just to make your baby girl giggle? That Daichi?

... An abuser?

"I know this is a lot to process." - Mrs. Chiba continued, her voice gentle and careful. - "We don't know how serious it is or how long the... the situation lasts." - The abuse. She meant to say the abuse. You simply stared at her and let her speak softly, carefully... you were absolutely fucking baffled. Usually, you'd stand by Daichi's side—you'd be screaming, fighting for him and his innocence. But frankly? Mrs. Chiba caught you off-guard. "As a mother, you'll surely understand—it's my duty as a teacher to ensure my pupil's well-being and a safe home environment. Especially when the matter regards young children." "Yes, yes." - You nodded, trying to sort your thoughts. But it was impossible. - "I understand, but..." "We know Mr. Sawamura personally and we're aware that your husband is a police officer. Your daughter brought him in for last month's job fair and spoke very highly of him. However, because of Hakuri's recent behavior and stories, we felt compelled to act. That's why I contacted you today. If Mr. Sawamura is applying any sort of violence—whether mental, physical, or even economic—we are ready to help you and your daughter out of this situation."

A panicked scoff of disbelief left your mouth. Oh. That's when it clicked. Oh, no. You knew exactly where this was going, covering your mouth preemptively as your eyes hung on Mrs. Chiba, your head nodding along in silence.

"The details Hari provided were... concerning." - She continued, tapping her pen into the desk in a slow, deliberate rhythm. - "According to her testimony, there are multiple pairs of handcuffs and other movement-restricting devices hidden inside a certain closet inside your home."

Your soul left your body as you closed your eyes, whining silently. It needed to be said that your reaction could've looked like someone saved after years of torment—but thankfully, this wasn't your nor Daichi's case. This was about the closet incident. The one that happened right before Noya, Daichi, Asahi, and Hari's fishing trip. The moment when Daichi's life and ancestors flashed in front of his eyes when your daughter found the closet unsupervised and unlocked—the handcuffs, ropes, see-through lacy lingerie... and more. An enormous parental mishap—over which you and Noya descended into hysterical laughter. Daichi'd explained, albeit horribly and he was lucky that Hari was as gullible as she was.

And, well... Hari had snitched—probably just shared her discovery with a teacher, not thinking much of it...unwittingly putting your husband's entire career and your marriage in jeopardy.

"She also mentioned that lately, your husband doesn't shy away from calling you names..." - Mrs. Chiba added, her expression darkening—yet another nail to your coffin. It happened on the same morning, half an hour apart. Another mishap, just a slip-up. Hari was supposed to be dead asleep. Once, you weren't careful enough and didn't take all possible precautions just for it to turn out like... this. - "She mentioned he uses particularly degrading terms, such as... 'whore' and 'slut'."

Now, you nearly choked on air. Your entire face was warming up, gentle sweat running down the side of your face, eyes widening, and heartbeat stuttering.

Oh, this was bad. So, so bad.

Not because it wasn't just wrong—it was horrifyingly accurate.

You and Daichi did have handcuffs... many of them, a whole variety. Honestly? You also had ropes (varying colors and materials—velvet soft, rough, short, even rolled on a spool) and you couldn't believe your daughter didn't mention that too... when she was at it.

And the name-calling? Well... That was... A very specific part of your private life. One that you never intended to let slip out. Daichi and you could rejoice and congratulate one another Hari didn't overhear the names you called your husband in the heat of the situation.

This was stupid. So fucking stupid. Just one huge misunderstanding. You had to fight to keep the laughter in, clearing your throat, your eyes swelling with tears as you tried to stay serious. You were sweating, genuinely sweating. "Mrs. Sawamura..." - Mrs. Chiba pressed gently, watching your reaction closely. - "If there's anything you'd like to share..." "May I call my husband in?" - You interrupted, gasping for air, still battling the urge to lose it. - "I think we can explain everything."

The moment Daichi walked in, it was over. You were dead. Gone. He looked confused, like a deer in the headlights, repenting preemptively... worried. His eyes slid to you, teetering on the edge of losing it. Your shoulders shook as she tried—and failed—to hold in the absolute hysteria bubbling inside you.

The look on Daichi's face when he was called in? Priceless. He walked in all serious—brows furrowed, stance firm, his usual commanding presence in full effect, and despite all that, he came across as a Bambi in the headlights. He probably figured Haruhi had gotten into a fight or broken a school rule.

But oh. Oh. He had no idea what was coming.

"Mr. Sawamura..." - The teacher began, folding her hands on the desk, her voice steady and professional. - "We wanted to speak with you today because we have concerns about your home environment." Daichi's frown deepened. He wasn't catching the drift. - "Concerns?

Despite your best efforts to keep it in, you let out a choked, strangled noise. Not a sob. But the kind of suppressed laughter that could only come from someone trying to keep it together desperately. Daichi glanced at you briefly—confused, worried—but you couldn't look at him. Your cheeks turned a few shades darker, droplets of sweat ran down your forehead, and your eyes trained to the tips of your shoes. Your entire body trembled with the force of the laughter you could not, under any circumstances, let escape.

Mrs. Chiba continued, giving Daichi a deep furrow. Her eyes jumped from your discombobulated form to confused Daichi sitting beside you. - "Haruhi shared information that raised a few red flags for us. She mentioned your household contains multiple pairs of handcuffs, as well as other devices designed to restrict movement..."

You squeaked. You actually squeaked. Daichi, meanwhile, went rigid. His entire body tensed. The shift in him was instant—his jaw clenched, hands forming into tight fists in his lap, sweating profusely.

Oh, fuck.

"Oh?" - Daichi finally said, voice tight, controlled. "She was quite detailed with her testimony." - The teacher went on, reading from her notes. - "Saying, and I quote, 'They were hidden inside a closet'." - Mrs. Chiba looked up at him, pausing.

A slow, horrible realization dawned on Daichi and crept up to his expression. Oh. Oh, fuck. The closet. The one he'd forgotten to lock after your latest entanglement. Shit.

"... And your daughter also mentioned they all belong to you. Even specified they're used by police forces." - Daichi nearly perished when the words left Mrs. Chiba's mouth. He knew the pair she was talking about—he knew it well, intimately. It was your favorite. The pair he'd stolen from the station a few years ago—because of your batting, wide pretty eyes. You'd mentioned (again and again) that they looked... enthusing. So, naturally, Daichi got you a pair—as any loving husband would.

His ears turned bright red, fingers twitched as he stared at his daughter's kindergarten teacher utterly mortified. You snorted. You couldn't help it. You were dying, perishing. Why? Because the look on Daichi's face was a mix of sheer horror, regret, and 'oh my god, my child had ruined my dignity and my life'.

"And there's more." - Mrs. Chiba continued as if it wasn't already bad enough. You, already knowing what was coming, buried your face in your hands. - "She also mentioned that you frequently call your wife degrading names, Mr. Sawamura. Specifically a 'whore' and a 'slut'." Daichi's soul left his body. You were wheezing, actually fucking wheezing. And suddenly—the waterworks broke. Your shoulders shook violently, and your entire body convulsed as you collapsed forward onto the desk, crying.

Not from fear. Not from distress. But from the sheer level of mortification and embarrassment. "Oh my god." - You gasped between hiccups of laughter, gripping your stomach. Daichi's mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again... And nothing came out. He was stunned into silence.

Mrs. Chiba, meanwhile, looked deeply concerned—eyeing your breakdown with a careful hesitation. - "Mrs. Sawamura?" You waved your hand at her, trying to catch your breath. - "It's fine—it's fine—I just—" - Another choked laugh. A gasp. A snort. Daichi groaned next to you, dragging his hands across his face. His ears were burning. - "Fucking hell." - He muttered.

"Mrs. Chiba... This is all a misunderstanding." - You finally managed to squeeze out, your words half-giggled and barely coherent. Mrs. Chiba seemed deeply skeptical. - "... Is it?" "YES." - Daichi interjected quickly, finally snapping out of his stupor. - "It is. I—we—ugh..." - A pause followed. Then a deep sigh. Then, with the most pained expression known to a man, he started explaining.

"Y/N... I mean, Mrs. Sawamura, my wife..." - He was stumbling on his words so much that Mrs. Chiba furrowed again, leaning back into her office chair. - "She's the best thing that ever happened to me. And Hari's the greatest blessing in our lives. We love our daughter more than anything and every day, we are providing for her, making sure she has everything she needs. But we're... human, Mrs. Chiba. Even though we try our best to be the best parents, mishaps happen. Some are bigger than others. Therefore, let me just say... The handcuffs aren't for police work, but private use."

Daichi couldn't believe the words leaving his mouth. He pinched the bridge of his nose, looking seconds away from throwing himself out of the window. There was silence. Absolute silence while Mrs. Chiba processed the confession. Then, she blinked, her face turning crimson red. You howled.

"... Oh." - Her eyes widened. Then, finally, it all clicked. - "Ohhhh... I see." A beat of silence followed. "This is so fucking embarrassing." - Daichi groaned while as kept on wheezing, convulsing—Mrs. Chiba who leaned her forehead into her hands, was laughing along now despite being embarrassed.

The meeting, for the lack of a better word, was an absolute disaster. Some secrets were better kept behind closed doors.

[sassycheesecake]

Warning!

This story will include murder, eventual smut, cursing and torture. This is a mafia fic ya’ll, it ain’t always rainbows and smiles in there.

Feedback appreciated! Enjoy!

Chapter 2 “What I Am”

~ Before Officer Sawamura arrives at the scene ~

“Would it kill that old geezer to let me have a fucking break for at least 24 hours? No of course not, ‘(Y/N) do this, (Y/N) kill that person’. I am overdue for a fucking vacation.“ You mimic Manjiro’s voice, you mutter angrily while assembling your sniper rifle together.

It’s pitch-black outside and the cold wind of Natori blowing in your face on the roof of the high apartment building that you are currently located at, makes you shiver. The only noises are the distant sound of mild traffic and the clicking noises of the connecting parts of your rifle.

Right across from the building that you are on, your target, a man in his mid-forties, has not been paying back his debt for two months now. The waiting is getting on Manjiro’s last nerves, which is where you are playing your part.

As the new hitman or actually hitwoman of Manjiro, it’s your job to eliminate the targets he sends you, no matter who or what time it is.

The last time you disobeyed his orders, meaning you rather slept than killed the next victim, Kyōtani gave you a surprise visit. And a not so friendly one at that.

You may be a woman but the yakuza doesn’t care about gender. Meaning, you will get the treatment like everybody else who disobeyed orders from the boss.

Luckily for you though, Manjiro has a small liking towards you, even though you’ve only been working for him for about 3 months now.

After the previous hitman Yahaba got shot down by the police, Manjiro needed a new puppet.

Before you became a part of the yakuza, you were a local weapon safety instructor for a small gun range. One day, someone tried to rob your store while it was just you and two guys about your age. One of them had milk chocolate colored fluffy hair, along with beautiful hazelnut-colored eyes, that shined with mischief and arrogance. The other one had dark, spiked-up hair and when you had a peek into his eyes, it was like staring into a dark mysterious forest. Both men had a tall and muscular stature and were competing with their shooting and it certainly didn’t look like they did that for the first time.

The way the green-eyed guy was always hitting bullseye was kind of hot to be honest.

The two of them were just practicing their shots when all of sudden someone slammed the front door open from the gun range and was armed with a gun. It was a younger guy, perhaps in his early twenties, with dark blue hair and uneven bangs. He was almost shaking with fear when he was holding a small gun in his hand. Before anyone could react though, you always have your rifle underneath the desk for safety reasons and it just took one second for you to get a clean shot right through his heart. It was like your brain automated its action by itself.

Your customers didn’t even flinch or look disgusted by the dead body that was now pooling blood on the gray carpet in the entrance hall.

The steam of your rifle was visible to the eye and the two men just looked at each other with undefined looks. The one with the dark brown spiky hair stepped over the body and turned the corpse on its back with his boot.

“Goshiki.“ He says without looking up at his friend.

“Well. At least that’s one problem less on our list.“ The other one replies with a click on his tongue.

Both of them turn to look at each other and then turn back to you.

Their dangerous glints in their eyes are making you uncomfortable and you try to reach again for your rifle, only to stop in your tracks after hearing their words.

“Say pretty girl… you’re an amazing shot. Probably better than Iwa-chan right here.“

“Screw you, Shitty-kawa.“ The dark brunette snarls at him.

Ignoring his friend‘s words, he continues to stare at you with a flirty smile.

“So listen. Here’s the deal. That kid you just killed is one of our rival‘s gang members. Since you basically saved our lives and took away some of our work, I want to make you a deal.“

You squint your eyes at him in suspicion but listen to what he is offering.

“Go on.“

“Technically we can’t let you stay alive. Yannow, the whole ‘no witnesses’ and shit. Soooo. Since I am so generous and a great handsome looking guy who has a weakness for beautiful ladies who can handle guns really well-“

“Stop beating around the bush and just get out with it!” The guy named ‘Iwa-chan’ yells at him.

“As I was saying. We could use a new member of our ‘family’. Our recent sniper was shot down by those cop pigs and our boss has been dying to find someone new to take care of people that piss him off. So what do you say? You get to live and work for us and we spare your life.”

After hearing his words, you begin to think. On one hand, you have nothing to lose and you cherish your life. On the other hand, as soon as you join them, you will be constantly on the run, no more living your normal life in safety and comfort.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the less friendly brunette slowly reach for his gun in his holster, in case you decide not to join them and to stick with the ‘no witnesses’.

Taking a deep breath in, you look at them with a serious look.

“Fine. I’ll join.”

@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno

[kewpie-aisle]

𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕓𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 A lil drabble/ramble of a warm moment getting ready with your sweetie cutie baby Daichi

pairing: Sawamura Daichi x f!Reader genre: fluff, established relationship, playful banter

wc: 923 words

“Dai, have you seen my necklace?” The soft sound of footsteps can be heard down the hallway and within seconds your boyfriend is leaning against the doorway of the bathroom. Frame blocking out the doorway, his broad shoulders filling out the space. Mind wandering to the feeling of your hands running along the span of his back. Covering the expanse of muscle, the feel of your nails digging in lightly almost always eliciting a hiss from his sweet mou- “Earth to Y/N…hello?” Daichi’s voice shakes you out of your thoughts. Eyebrow quirked, unaware of the inappropriate thoughts his mere presence sinks you into. He brings a hand up after seeing your nod of acknowledgement. “First of all, which necklace? Secondly, where are you going, dressed like that, ma’am?” “The necklace you got me for our anniversary, also don’t play with me. You know tonight is Tsumu’s birthday dinner, I’m still upset about you being called in for a shift last minute.” Picking back up your eyeshadow brush, diffusing out your smoky eye without a glance behind you. Daichi and you had been re-scheduling your calendars for a month to make sure you could both go to your friend’s dinner. Not just for the sake of friendship and a great party, but because the consequences of not making it were catastrophic. 

Missing a life event or party of Atsumu’s, as a close friend, was like a category ten natural disaster. The Miya twin took promises really seriously, and would make all his friends promise to be there for life events like this. When folks can’t make it or bail without ample warning, he took it so personally. The complaints were the least of everyone’s concerns, if you hurt him enough, Atsumu gets petty to even the score. 

One year, Shoyo overslept after a late flight home from Argentina, which normally was understandable. But this had been an impromptu trip right before Atsumu’s birthday. Shoyo had promised him that everything would be fine and he’d be back on time. But after coming home he ended up sleeping almost an entire day, missing everyone’s calls and Atsumu’s party. Atsumu had reassured Shoyo he wasn’t angry, but vengeance hid behind that sweet smile. One month later, Atsumu tweeted out that the Jackals wing spiker was doing a surprise meet & greet and dropped Shoyo’s location. Right as he was on a date with a certain international pretty boy setter. The memories of the blog and fan shipping warfare afterwards was enough to send a shudder through you. Your boyfriend walked away with a groan, already hearing Atsumu’s complaints in his head. “He’s such a baby…” he grumbles re-entering the bathroom, necklace in hand. “My question still stands, the emphasis was on “dressed like THIS. Looking this good for Atsumu? Babe please.” With a click the necklace is on, laying perfectly with the v neckline of your dress, the light catching the gold pendant every now and then. Daichi rests his hand on your shoulder, hands wrapping around your waist to look at you through the mirror. Instinctually leaning back into his chest as you put your brush down. Hand coming up to ruffle his hair, “who’s being the baby right now” you chuckle seeing the smallest pout on his face. Sawamura Daichi has always been everyone’s rock, whether it was his captain days in high school, group leader during college projects, or even the youngest senior ranking police officer in his prefecture. Daichi is a leading force to be reckoned with. But with you, he’s soft, playful, and sometimes needy; a vulnerability that you cherish being able to experience.

Face tucked into your neck, pressing soft kisses to the soft where your shoulder connects, you feel his hum of appreciation rumble through into your head. “As long as I’m your baby.”

“Always.” 

You gently tug at his hair to get him to look at you to make sure he knows it to his core. There shouldn’t be any doubt, not even in a moment of neediness. Not even in a moment of joking around. He looks up at you with a sheepish smile, unwrapping himself and taking your hand to press a small kiss to your fingers.

“You look beautiful as always. That’s much too big a gift for Atsumu, but I hope you have fun.” He thinks for a second before adding “just don’t have too much fun without me” elbowing you gently while stepping back to let you finish up your makeup. He watches as you wrap up the last touches, eyes meeting as you pucker a kiss through the mirror. The smile on his face enough to set off the butterflies in your stomach.  “Try to finish up your shift early if you can, I know it’s never that easy but try.” He follows you out the bathroom as you head to the front door to put on your shoes.

“Awww you going to miss me?” He hands you your handbag and wraps his arm around your waist to pull you close.

You lean up to kiss him and open the door, turn around and cup his face. “Not for me baby, but to escape the wrath of Tsumu. He’s been sending the group chat threats nonstop since this morning. And you still haven’t told him you got called into work”. Daichi’s smile drops in a second, face pale as a ghost. With a wink you close the door behind you, giggling as you hear a thud and loud groan from behind the door.

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☆ title: redefining (ch. 11) | ( ch. 10 ) ☆ ( ch. 12 - wip )

☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader

☆ wc: 2.5k

☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 11-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?

☆ warnings/notes: sfw. cop!daichi. mutual pining. angst. domestic disturbance. fear. idk like, the way daichi talks to subi might come across as patriarchal? but it's the way i feel like daichi would speak to him under the specific circumstances, how he knew he would get through to him. i am deeply sorry for the massive real-life time gap between chapters //sob. but i'm committed to finishing this series. my love for daichi and this story is settled deep inside my bones. I'M BACK BITCHES /aff 🫶🏼

she's falling in love now losing control now fighting the truth trying to hide but i think it's alright, girl yeah i think it's alright, girl

losin control - russ

Life can be a rip-roaring bitch sometimes, y'know?

The first week or so after your fallout with Daichi had been relatively easy. The fact that you were still angry at him helped a lot more than you'd have liked to admit. The battle to get him off your mind was constant, but all you had to do was remember the way his eyebrows angled inward when he yelled at you. You’d never seen him like that before and it had scared you, triggering your fight or flight response on top of the heart-wrenching pain of seeing him being a little too friendly with his ex.

But what you kept pushing down with all of your might was the fact that daichi was right. He had called you on everything you’d worked so hard to hide from him. The fact that he’d seen you so clearly scared you more than the look in his eyes when he raised his voice at you. He had been angry, yes. But a lot of hurt had weaved its way into his words as well.

Halfway through the second week, however, things started to go downhill. You found yourself reaching for your phone a couple of times to tell Daichi about something ridiculous or funny that had happened only for your fingers to stop short as your heart sank.

Oh. right. I'm not supposed to do that anymore.

You’d even tried venting to Suga about Daichi in hopes that he would validate you, but he wasn’t as sympathetic towards your plight as you would’ve liked: “But isn’t this what you wanted?” he'd said. “You’ve been saying that whatever the hell was going on between you two had an expiration date…” “You’re right. It’s probably better this way so you and Daichi can each find the people you wanna be with...” That last one had really dug deep - the thought of Daichi with anyone else made your heart splinter and your stomach wretch. But you had swallowed your heartache down with the lump in your throat and nodded with a meek “Yeah, exactly,” knowing deep in your bones that you didn’t mean a word of it. Suga knew it too.

The week after that was the week from hell. Crying in bed every night because you missed Daichi so much was made that much worse by your shitty week. Life could’ve just given you a normal week but NOPE. Every single day, multiple times a day, you’d pick up your phone to send him an angry text about your boss or the rude ass lady at the grocery store. Or the fact that some really, really important notarized legal documents got lost in the mail. Three trips to UPS, two trips to the post office, and $91.00 later the paperwork finally reached its intended destination via next day air. You wanted to ask him to arrest the incompetent twat who put your mailer on the wrong truck in the first place and then smile at his reaction. To top it all off, your son’s behavior had hit an all-time low. You’d been hoping that it would’ve improved after the disciplinary hearing, which Subi had attended as well but, if anything, his behavior at home had gotten worse too.

You wanted to call Daichi. You wanted him to come over and hold you as you curled into a ball against his chest. To feel his hands in your hair and his lips on your forehead telling you that ‘everything’s gonna be okay’. Because you’d believe it If Daichi was the one saying it. He’d make sure of it. But you couldn’t do any of those things and it made you cry. Like getting kicked when you’re already down.

Daichi didn’t have it much better. 

He’d called and apologized to Yui, who had called him a “fucking asshole”. There was the drunk driver who had puked on him while doing his field sobriety test (he probably deserved that, he’d guessed). Then there was the day he got stuck directing traffic in a torrential downpour. The police-issued waterproof ponchos had done nothing for his wet socks and the sloshing in his shoes. 

There were also all the little annoying things that kept happening to him - his washing machine quit working (mid-cycle, no less), he got a flat tire (in a different torrential downpour), he stubbed his toe one morning while getting out of bed (talk about a rude awakening) - nothing too serious but just enough to piss him off. 

The worst of it was finding out his mom had to be hospitalized for Covid. She had to be on oxygen, but the prognosis was good. She was expected to be okay and eventually make a full recovery, but of course it made him worry about her nonetheless.

And through every bit of it, you were on his mind. He missed you something fierce. But some of the things you’d said still weighed on his heart:

“...how cruel can you be?” “You’re not even my type.” “Just go back in there and fuck your ex-girlfriend!”

That last one had hurt the most. Did you really think that lowly of him to think he’d do that to you? 

To be fair, he also remembered some of the things he’d said to you:

“Would you have liked it better if i’d introduced you as my fuck buddy…?” “What? Not toxic enough for ya?” “...you don’t have to be a jealous girlfriend about it…!”

They made him cringe every time he remembered. Sometimes the words you had thrown at each other kept him up at night.

Tonight was one of those nights…

Daichi was reading in bed, trying to take his mind off of you when his phone buzzed on his nightstand. Thinking it must be work-related at this time of night, he picked it up to see who was calling. When he saw your name on the screen, his heart wanted to claw its way out of his chest. What could you possibly want? Best case scenario was you wanted to apologize, but that could wait until tomorrow. If you didn’t want him to make you a priority anymore, he was going to honor that. Worst case scenario was you were reaching out to him for another booty call, and he was done with that. 

Either way, he let your call go to voicemail, but just as he was about to put his phone back down, your text came through as three little numbers:

911

Daichi sat bolt upright and immediately tapped the call button. Halfway through the first ring, you answered. “Daichi?” You were crying and he could hear a young man’s voice yelling in the background.

He sat forward in his seat, wide brown eyes darting this way and that. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Subi,” you cried. There was a loud bang accompanied by a muffled sob from you. “He threatened to hurt me and now he’s throwing things…”

Before you could say anything else, daichi was on his feet, throwing on a pair of sweats and a hoodie before heading for his front door. “You at home?”

“Y-yes.” you were crying so hard you were wheezing. “Daichi, please…please help?”

“I’m on my way.” His voice was remarkably low and stern and comforting as he told you to go inside your bedroom, lock the door, and stay there. He made sure you didn’t have any injuries and stayed on the phone with you for the 10 mins it took for him to get there. It normally took twice that long to drive from his place to yours, but he had his blue lights on, going well over the speed limit. 

“Daichi, I’m so scared,” you sobbed. 

“I’m almost there, (y/n). Just five more minutes. Come on, deep breaths.” He talked you down enough that you weren’t crying as hard. “Alright, I’m here. Do you know if he’s still in the house?” 

“Yeah, I can hear him. But the front door is locked.” 

“Do you feel safe enough to come out of your room and open it?” 

You’d heard Subi’s voice getting further away and the slamming of his bedroom door. “Yeah, I think so.” 

You slowly came out of your room and hurried to the front door, nearly collapsing in Daichi’s arms when you swung it open. He hugged you and told you everything was okay. He walked inside slowly, noticing some broken glass and other, obviously thrown, objects on the floor, and called your son’s name. Your pre-teen came out of his bedroom to find a man he didn’t recognize standing in the living room. 

“Who’re you?” he asked. 

“I’m Daichi, a friend of your mom’s. You must be Musubi.” 

Musubi narrowed his eyes at him and shrugged in response. 

“What’s been going on, man?” 

Your son crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe it’s none of your business.” 

Daichi’s dark brown eyes remained steady on him. “Well, seeing as how your mom is my friend and she’s scared and crying, I’d say it is my business.” 

The boy rolled his eyes. “Whatever. It’s not that big of a deal-“ 

“Wrong again. Your mom doesn’t feel safe in her own home. That’s a problem. It’s just the two of you living here, right?” 

Subi shrugged. “Yeah, so?”

“Then that makes you man of the house, doesn’t it?” 

Your son’s eyes met Daichi’s for the first time since he first spoke to him. “Yeah, I guess.” 

“And as the man of the house, don’t you think it’s your job to protect everyone in it, including your mom?” 

The boy didn’t respond, but his facial muscles relaxed as he maintained eye contact with Daichi. He had his undivided attention now. He was speaking to him man to man and your son was listening intently. 

“It’s a big responsibility to be in your position,” Daichi went on, nodding towards you. “Your mother and her safety are under your watch. She doesn’t feel safe with you when you’re the one who’s supposed to be protecting her.” The off-duty police officer's voice remained calm and even as he tilted his head. “So tell me, Musubi: do you really think you’re qualified to be man of the house?” 

You watched and listened with awe as Daichi took command over the situation, showing Subi what it means to be in full control. He leveled with your son while making him feel validated and understood. Rather than telling Subi how he should talk to you, Daichi did far more by showing him what it means to be a good man; he was teaching Subi how to treat others with respect in the way he spoke to him - by demonstrating to him that you get respect from others by being respectable.

Your son’s gaze fell under the weight of Daichi’s words. His beliefs about what it means to be a “man” had just been challenged and shaken to the core. He thought it meant being loud and aggressive, lording over others, calling the shots and expecting others to submit to him - no doubt all the tactics he’d learned from watching his father. 

“You think you’re in control here? Because, from where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like it.” The boy’s gaze followed Daichi’s as he looked around at the broken items in the room before looking over at you, still trembling and sniffling. “If you lose control, it means you don’t have it, Musubi. It’s that simple. Do we have an understanding?” 

The boy’s eyes locked with Daichi’s again and he nodded. 

“Good man. Now,” Daichi said with quiet authority, “Clean up the mess you made.” It wasn’t a request.

“Yes, sir,” Subi murmured as he started picking up the pieces. 

You couldn’t believe the words that just came out of your son’s mouth. Yes, sir? You looked up at Daichi - The Musubi Whisperer - wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Never even raised his voice and had him under his complete command. 

“(Y/n), can I talk to you for a minute in the kitchen?” Daichi said it just loudly enough that your son could hear how his mother should be talked to - by asking, not demanding. 

“Of course.” You followed Daichi until your son was out of earshot, then whispered, “How the fuck did you just do that?” 

Daichi shrugged. “I’ve had a lot of experience. Oldest of 5 kids. Team captain. Cop.” You smiled and nodded, wiping the last of your tears away. He put a tentative hand on your shoulder. “You okay, (y/n)?” 

“I think so,” you sniffed, wiping your freshest tear away with your shirt sleeve. “I’m so sorry to have troubled you, but you were the first person i thought of-” 

Daichi shook his head and pulled you into his arms. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m glad you called me.”

Whether it was the catharsis from the highly charged situation or your need to feel Daichi close was irrelevant when you fastened yourself to him. Before you could think, your arms were around his waist and your head tucked against his chest. 

“Thank you,” you said, your shaky voice muffled by the warmth and weight of Daichi’s arms wrapping tightly around you.

“If it happens again, call me again. If you need anything at all, call me,” he said, rubbing your back. This was the Daichi you’d known all along and fucking hell, you missed him.

You tightened your hold around his waist. You were so immensely relieved to hear him say that. Maybe he still wanted to be the one you called. Just maybe he wanted to be the one you needed. 

“I will,” you said, nodding against his chest.

Before he left that night, he shook Subi's hand. “Take care of your mom.” 

“Yes, sir.” Holy hell, there it was again. Daichi hadn’t even told him to call him sir. Leastways, not with words. How did he do that?

“Do I have your word?” Daichi asked, squeezing Subi’s hand. “Yes, sir.”

“Alright, I’ll stop by in a couple days to see how things are going," he looked at you, "...if that's okay." 

Your son’s lips pursed as he fought back a smile as he watched you nod. “Okay.” 

After Daichi left, Subi said, “You should find a guy like him, Mom.”

Your mouth dropped open, your heart skipping a million beats. Your son had no idea who Daichi was, what he did for a living, or the highly complicated nature of your relationship with him. Finally, you smiled and said, “Yeah? He’s a good guy, huh?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “He’s alright.”

Your son turned to you with his shoulders slumped and tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Mom.” 

Your body shook with tears as you nodded against his shoulder. “I know, baby. I love you so much.” 

Subi squeezed you tighter as he told you he loved you too.

ch. 10 ☆ ch. 12 (wip)

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[lou-struck]

Off The Clock

Sawamura Daichi x Reader

~On your drive home you are met with the unpleasant sight of flashing red lights behind you.

Genre: Fluff

WC: 1.1k

Warnings: Police officer Daichi.

A/n: I have had this little one shot finished for a while, but I’ve been a bit antsy about posting it. Please read the warning above.

This is the time of year where you grip your steering wheel a little harder and wish that your headlights were just a bit brighter. The trees just off the shoulder of the road hide all sorts of animals that could run out in front of your car at any moment.

It’s terrifying, so much so that you try in advance to finish your workday while the sun is still in the sky. But apparently, the universe had other plans. After an unfortunate coffee spill, you had to go back and print off several documents and sign each one. It really puts you behind schedule, and you end your day just as the last bit of daylight disappears over the horizon.

You hold your breath as you slowly creep past the dense shrubbery, your foot hovers over the break just in case you need to stop for wildlife.

You aren’t able to breathe again till the last bit of shrubbery disappears from the view of your side mirror. With a sigh of relief, you speed up just a bit to get yourself home. Glancing at the dashboard clock, you see that it’s about time for your Boyfriend, Sawamura Daichi, to get off of work at the police station. 

You wonder aloud if you would beat him home tonight; maybe you can surprise him with a movie night or special dessert. The idea of a cozy night in with Sawamura brings a giddy smile to your face as you continue down the road at a pace even a snail would envy.

You are pulled from your thoughts by the flashing red lights of a squad car behind you. With a groan, you pull off to the shoulder, wondering what exactly you did to get pulled over tonight.

Now safely on the side of the road, you see the officer getting out of his vehicle.

The still flashing lights shine in your rearview mirror, the glare too intense for your tired eyes to make out the figure clearly. Perhaps if it is one of Sawamura’s coworkers, you can convince them to let you off with a warning.

With your excuses resting comfortably on the tip of your tongue, you roll down the driver-side window and wait for the approaching officer to ask for your paperwork. 

The officer approaches ridiculously slow; each thudding step towards you hastens your thought process as you wonder. What exactly did you do to get pulled over?

Do you have a headlight out?

Did you run a stop sign?

Did you remember to renew your tabs? …actually, you are not sure about that last one. 

You hold your breath and try to compose yourself. As they stand just outside your window.

“License and registration.” The officer says sternly.

Wait, you know that voice!

Turning your head, you meet your boyfriend’s teasing gaze and warm smile. Your chest lightning significantly, and you no longer feel concerned.

“Sawamura,” you sigh in relief, “did you really have to scare me like that.”

“I got you pretty good, didn’t I?” he laughs, the sound rich and melodious in the night air. But even through the laughter, you detect the tiredness in his voice. “I just got off and saw your car. So I thought I’d pull you over to say hello.”

“Just to say hey?” you giggle, “I thought I was going to get a ticket.”

He removes his cap and runs his fingers through his cropped brown hair with a smile, “If I were to have given you a ticket, what do you think it would’ve been for?”

Your hands drum against the steering wheel as you head back through your mental list from earlier, Headlights, stop signs, tabs.

“Were my tabs expired?” you guess, innocently shooting him a little grin.

He snorts and shakes his head, “Definitely not; I renewed those for you last month.”

“Really” you blink in surprise, touched by his act of service. Thank you for doing that; why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I wanted to see how long it would take for you to notice that they should’ve been renewed. “He smiles. “Do you want to guess again?”

“Do I have a brake light out?”

“Not that either,” he says

“Sawamura, if it’s not that, why would I have gotten a ticket?”

“Sweetheart,” he sighs, looking at you with loving affection. “It was your speed. Do you know how fast you were going?”

“My speed? You repeat back to him, “I was definitely not speeding.”

He laughs that wonderful laugh again, “No, you were definitely not speeding. Love, did you know that you can get a ticket for going too slow?”

Crap… He’s right

“Babe, you know how much I hate driving on this road at night.” you start to say, waving your hands exasperatedly. I didn’t want to hit a deer, and I_.”

His laughter cuts you off. And he leans up against your window frame. “I know; I’m just teasing you a bit. You look so cute when you’re flustered.”

Your cheeks heat up at his compliment; even the faint scar on his cheek is smirking at you in the moonlight. “Jerk, don’t tease me when I’m stressed,” you whine, hitting his hand lightly with your own.

He scratches the back of his head bashfully, giving you an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry; let me make it up to you. I can lead you home and make you dinner. Does that sound good?”

His offer is too good to pass up, and you nod excitedly. “Can you drive slow?” you ask just before he walks away. I don’t want you to get too far away in case something happens.”

“Of course,” he smiles. “Is your Bluetooth set up? I can call you and talk to you the whole way.”

He knows just what to do to make you feel better. 

“That would be great.” you laugh. “You are too good to me, you know that?”

“I’m just treating you the way you deserve to be treated, Love,” he says, pulling out his phone and flashing you a playful smile. “Now, let’s get going; if we leave now, we might get home by sunrise if you speed up a bit.”

Flipping him the bird, you stick your tongue out at him and watch as he slides into the front seat of his cruiser. Already eagerly anticipating his phone call for the short drive home.