#police officer sawamura daichi

[thefuzzzz]

DaiSuga Week Day 4

General Prompt: Wedding Bells Universe: Alternate Jobs Quote: “You've got my back. I feel really confident." Song: “Cloud 9" by Beach Bunny

Words: 928

Summary after the cut:

"I'm requesting a drug dog next time," Suga complained, stepping off the chair he was using to check the inside of the ceiling fan.

Daichi helped him off the chair. While he was more than capable of getting down on his own, he decided Daichi just wanted to feel helpful.

"We should talk about something," Daichi said in a voice that convinced Suga nothing was too horribly wrong. The detective raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?" "Yeah. We've been together for a while-"

He was interrupted by a brick. Not just any brick, but a brick hurtling in through the window and straight into their conversation. Soon after, a man with a gun was also inside the window.

Suga resisted asking 'Doesn't it hurt to climb over all that glass?' in favor of procuring his own gun. Before he could even aim the thing, Daichi had tased the man. ——————— Sugawara, a detective, is on a drug investigation with his boyfriend, Daichi, who thinks now is a great time to propose.

Thanks @daisugaweek2024 for such an amazing event!!

[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.

[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. 

[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.

[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.

[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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[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.

[kingdaddydaichi]

☆ 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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[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

[kings-highway]

since we are now admitting to our drabbles and stuff, i must share my old wip, 288 words, that will probably never get completed, should i keep tredding the road i am on. i called it screaming birds sound an awful lot like singing (from "the fruits" by paris paloma), and it goes as such:

He doesn’t have a mattress. His futon is bitten through by moths and rats, his fridge is never a quarter full, and he’s sure he’s going to become diabetic if he doesn’t stop eating so much goddamn ice cream. But, he repeats as he eyes his gaunt reflection, it can always be worse.

the plan was always this: oikawa is arrested and convicted of murdering his father in his family home with a simple pistol at age 17. though tried as a minor, he is sentenced to adult prison for twenty years, a light sentencing in light of the situation of the murder. he is released on good behavior and an agreement of a five-year parole; house arrest.

his dreams are effectively destroyed. he never went to argentina, and he can't play recreational volleyball per the parole. he isn't in contact with anyone he once knew, not even his family, who he is court-mandated to stay away from. he works at ben & jerry's since they are the only company that would hire him that isn't construction or trucking and is at a suitable distance from his shoddy, run-down apartment building in the middle of the poor, criminal enclave of miyagi. everyone on the floor is either impoverished or previously incarcerated.

he tells himself that it's okay that he doesn't have any food in his fridge; all of his earnings go to the monitor, the apartment, and his parents. he saves nothing for himself. he tells himself it's okay that he's emaciating because at least he isn't addicted to drugs like half of the other tenants on his floor. and, he has daichi, his parole officer! diachi is kind to him; he brings a hot meal and stays for longer than necessary to chat. the interrogation on his personal life is always a little uncomfortable, but prison taught him how to live with the uncomfortable.

anyway, he works the long day at ben & jerry's. and then he sees him through the window. iwaizumi. he freaks out, ducking behind the counter and praying his coworker will come and save him. well, his coworker is a bitch, and oikawa is forced to reunite with his childhood best friend, it being well into nine years since they last spoke; since iwaizumi went to university to study criminal law and justice, devotedly; since oikawa never returned iwaizumi's letters and always rejected his requests to call and talk.

it goes well, actually. life goes on after they reconnect, and life starts to actually improve for oikawa. then, the surprise happens: kageyama comes to visit oikawa's apartment, having gotten oikawa's address through iwaizumi (and iwaizumi, who thought it could be a good idea). their meeting goes... somewhat well, if not awkward. kageyama thanks oikawa for inspiring kageyama to be successful, that he is sorry that they cannot share the court as teammates nor competitors, and oikawa brings it in him to apologize. they share a cup of tea, and kageyama goes home.

the police break down oikawa's door the next day while iwaizumi is visiting. they shove him on the counter, bind his hands, and tell him that he is under arrest for the poisoning and murder of kageyama tobio.

and oikawa didn't do it. he is freaking out, but he now has a lawyer. a lawyer very willing to bring oikawa justice and keep him from being convicted of murder twice. to save him from his current humiliation of house arrest, and to preserve their life going forward.

iwaizumi hajime, 27, criminal defense lawyer, oikawa tooru, 27, murder convict and ben & jerry's eomployee, and sawamura daichi, 27, miyagi police/parole officer. that is the story.

i NEED someone to see the vision here. i need it injected into my VEINS. and i need to inject it into everyone else's, too. however, i am no good at writing criminal and court law, and i fear this will forever be pinging around in my head like a pinball machine. i figured i would infect you with it, too. you seem to enjoy it, just a little bit. hopefully i haven't misread.

First of, this is absolutely ‘send your drabble concepts to King hour’ it’s a pleasure doing business with you

secondly, I’m so proud of you for going from “barely reading Daichi fics” to including him as a third lead in your own fic outlines. Are you pandering to me? Absolutely, but I’ll take it as a win. 

Now it would be easy for me merely to expand upon this idea, to throw in my 2 cents and a chicken sandwich and just see what i could spitball. But this is your story, and if you so choose to write it, i don’t want you to feel like i’ve tried to co opt it or think i know best. Who needs to hear me ask questions about whether or not oikawa actually did intentionally commit murder that first time, or who framed him the second time, or whatever have you, i’m sure you’ve already got your ideas. What I am going to do, in true me-you-fashion, is tangent into something only vaguely related that i want to talk about - the use of volleyball in haikyuu fanfictions. 

Total Mania-Sama Response Word Count below the Cut: 1599. Proceed at your own damn risk. 

fanfiction in general is a pretty weird thing, I think. Everyone has their own reasons for writing it. If you’re like me, however, the fan part of fanfiction tends to come secondarily. I don’t think anyone would be surprised to learn that “Time Enough” was written to satiate my desire to talk about and engage with time loop based philosophies, or that “This Is Not The End” is actually a really old concept I’d drafted as an original novel and then merely plonked the haikyuu boys down into when I decided I wanted to share it. No, although I love the show, with all my heart, this is merely my particular avenue for sharing the broader stories that I want to tell. Most authors will never be published - i am beyond lucky to be able to share my stories with the small community I have gathered online anyway. (of course, I do write more fanfiction-y fanfictions, of course, of course, that’s not up for debate, but my point is that there is a reason I don’t publish fanfiction for any of the other numerous pieces of media i adore. I just don’t need to. Haikyuu has me covered)

And one of the ways haikyuu has me covered is the sheer volume of stories available to be told - ie, so many canon characters that cover a wide array of archetypes, for pretty much any need. But one of the things that is inescapable when you write fanfiction - or, I suppose, when you write fanfiction well, is that the characters are always going to be the characters. (i’d like to think at this point I don’t need to feign hyper-modesty and I can admit I think I write well)

The haikyuu boys are always going to want to play volleyball. 

“Soulmake Adventures” was conceived with complete disconnect from the broader haikyuu canon and instead was meant to entertain the idea of a Under 30’s Singles Club in a soulmate Au. And I could not prevent the characters from playing volleyball, rather significantly - Oikawa himself! Placed merely as the receptionist as a fun balance to the theme of the story, still ends up having a personal arc revolving around the recovery of an injury, moving to Argentina and getting back into semi-professional volleyball. The Adlers are still the Adlers, and MSBY is still MSBY - Tsukishima is still on the Frogs, Iwa is still a personal trainer. 

“Paranormality” by all accounts should not have ended as it did. If this were an original novel, the boys would be the scooby-doo gang. But I presented myself with an impossible task. I gave Oikawa a personal plotline that revolved around belief in oneself, about belief in others, about the power and strength that you can grow simply from the conviction that you, yes, you, can do more than you think, that there is more to the world than you think, and I expected Oikawa Fucking Tooru to not use that to persue volleyball? There was no natural way to have Oikawa end Paranormality in Japan. He had to be who he was, that’s the point of the fucking story - Even if the narrative tells me that his character, his Sherlock to Daichi’s Watson, should have ended with them teaming up and taking the world by storm. But it didn’t work. Because Oikawa isn’t that character, Oikawa is more selfish, he’s arrogant, and he wants what he wants and he believes that he belongs on the volleyball court. It is his greatest love, first and foremost… even in fanfictions in which volleyball is supposedly merely an afterthought. They discovered that monsters and aliens are real, and Oikawa still chooses to go to Argentina to play volleyball.

So why am I telling you, someone who already loves Oikawa, about his character? Well, because you said in this story that a feature of it is Oikawa’s life being destroyed at 17 - never getting to make those big choices, never getting to go overseas, never playing professionally, hell, probably never playing again at all. And a part of me - the part of me that has used volleyball as a metaphor for hope and society in “The End”, the part of me that knows that Oikawa would rather chew off his own arm then give up volleyball, wants to admit that it would be easy, in your criminal law haikyuu fanfiction essay, to have Iwa and Oikawa reconnect with or through volleyball. To have scenes of them tossing that ball back and forth, to feel their old selves reignite through the game, that first toss after ten odd years to that first spike. It would be easy. And yet, and yet, I would daresay if I am to try and inflict my influence upon you and your writing, I would caution against it. Volleyball to a haikyuu fanfiction is like a torch for canon, it pulls the characters in and makes them make sense, and it’s easy to use it, then, as a way to say “hey, look, these characters are healing, these characters are returning to how they’re supposed to be.”

But that feels antithetical to the things that are great about what this is supposed to be. Yes, a story of a broken, rundown Oikawa suffering and slowly regaining his identity through the sport that he onced loved works, very well, but you know what works even better than that, in my not-so-humble opinion? Oikawa slowly realizing that he doesn’t love the game anymore, but has been grieving the loss of “who he was supposed to be” so severely that he has hindered himself from feeling or being anything more than just ���someone who failed to be who they were meant to be.” Nobody is meant to be anything, we are all merely following passions or desires and what makes us feel good. And I feel, for a story like this, to watch Oikawa grasp at straws when we all know it is far too late for him to ever go professional, would feel miserable more than anything else. To have him play that game with Iwaizumi, as if to say “hey, weren’t we better when we were 17?” instead of letting him connect to Iwaizumi as adults, to fall in love as adults, to be whoever they damn well fucking want to be, “supposed to have been” be damned. 

I love the idea of an Oikawa realizing that, although it was or is natural to wish things had been different, to hate where he is, that there isn’t any joy for him in volleyball anymore. Not in an angsty, horrible, “your life peaks at 18” sort of way, but in the “I need to move on and be better than I was” sort of way. I do not think, for the purposes of your story, that there is any great tragedy in an Oikawa who heals by learning he is more than the stuff he had lost, more than the person Iwaizumi had once thought he was going to be. Iwa, after all, in this au, has given up the sport as well to help Oikawa, and I’d like to imagine that he does not miss it either. It does not dominate their identities. 

perhaps, partially, this is inspired by the fact that I recently got ahold of some translations for a few chapters of the haikyuu light novels, one of which includes post timeskip Daichi, Suga and Asahi reconnecting after some time, and has a very… very fascinating few paragraphs written by what had to have been an adult, of Asahi mulling over the fact that he does not, actually, care much about not playing volleyball anymore, and that it probably wasn’t as beautiful as the rose-coloured glasses he wears are. He talks fondly about how Suga is changing the world for the better as a teacher, how Daichi is protecting people as a cop - he laments that he is not so obviously beneficial to society. He talks a little bit about how it felt to be an ace, but only because he feels good to be good at something. He does not - none of them - miss it in a way that matters. 

Volleyball is so easy to write into haikyuu fanfictions because the characters seem to crave it like they need air, their very core is built around this sport and the impact it has in their lives. But I just really am passionate about this, that this story you’ve presented, as lovely and complicated and interesting as it is would not benefit from backsliding Oikawa into who he was at 17. You just don’t need to. 

that being said, I would also like to see it be done more Criminal Minds than James Bond - I’d like it to be political, to be legal, to take place in courtrooms and over paperwork, where most actual criminal cases occur. As much as I would love it to also include a scene in which Daichi (swayed by Iwaizumi’s argument?) follows their lead and gets to chase down some fucking assassin (who the HELL wants Kageyama dead?), I think the story would be much better served in courtrooms and police stations, with Oikawa and Iwaizumi pouring over defense arguments and scouring security footage to prove his innocence, for Oikawa to learn to fight for himself through the quiet and methodical practices of a criminal attorny. Or whatever the hell it was you said Iwa was, I don’t have the ask in front of me as of the time of writing.

Anyway that’s all thanks for the ask 😘

[snowdropluck204]

How You Two Sleep - Haikyuu

PART 1 - Captains

Daichi Sawamura:

Daichi has always been busy, both as captain of his team and again when he became a police officer, so when he comes home to you, he is relieved when he gets to cuddle up with you and finally get some rest!

~ Coming in through the door, Daichi let out a sigh, a mixture of relief and exhaustion. ~ He smiled at you, looking comfortable and downright cute in pyjamas and sleeping happily wrapped up in the covers. ~ After a quick shower, he too changed out of his uniform and jumped into bed with you. ~ Like you had sensed it, you turned in bed to face him, burying your face in his chest, Daichi wrapping his arms around you instantly. ~ Daichi always felt the most comfortable when you were safe in his arms, preferring that to any other position, he didn't mind too much when his arm went dead or that sometimes you got extremely warm, he was always the most secure with you wrapped up cosy in his arms.

Kuroo Tetsuro:

I feel like Tetsuro has a lot of pressure on him, trying to maintain his team, as well as his grades and then of course, keeping Kenma healthy, so he deserves the comfort having someone to come home to and snuggle with.

~ Tetsuro goes to your house on Friday after practice, preferring to stay with you and your family over the weekend rather than his own. ~ He adores you and loves your family, so when he gets their a little after seven on the Friday, he couldn't help but relax his muscles when he smelled dinner being cooked, finding you standing over the stove. ~ He said hello to your family, letting them know he was home, before coming up behind you, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder, immediately calm. ~ Once dinner was done, the two of you watched some movies with your family before heading up to bed, your parents trusted Tetsuro to sleep in your room and actually sleep. ~ Settling into bed, Tetsu got into the perfect position, his sleeping position developed over months of being with you. ~ You had gotten comfortable on your back, Tetsuro sinking serene on top of you, his head on your chest and his hands slightly under your shirt and rested on your hips. ~ Tetsu fell asleep in the span of half an hour, breathing a sigh of relief knowing this was just the start of a peaceful weekend.

Oikawa Tooru:

I can't see Tooru being happy with one comfortable sleeping position, he'd be happy with many but would be ecstatic with all of them! This is Oikawa Tooru! He isn't happy with just one way of loving on you!

~ When Tooru was sick of studying, he was cuddling your waist with his head on your lap. ~ When he was taking a break from practice, he had a hand on your hip, pulling you into his side. ~ When you were sleeping, he didn't really prefer one way of cuddling over another, it sort of depended on the day. ~ Sometimes he preferred spooning, either being the big spoon or the little one. Sometimes he liked you on his chest or himself on yours. Sometimes he preferred having his own space but still having some contact with you, like a hand on your waist or holding yours. ~ That night in particular, he had his head on your stomach, his hands gently resting on your thighs, your hands on his back and in his hair. ~ He could officially die a happy man.

Bokuto Kotaro:

Kotaro seems like a pretty easy one, like Tooru, he just likes being near you, touching you, talking to you, looking at you, etc. He just loves you so much!!!

~ Kotaro loves being around you, whenever he is, he can't help himself! You're just so cute! ~ Whether you're in public or at home, he wants to be cuddling you. ~ With how tall and broad he is, he loves how small you seem against him, so he loves having you in his arms, his lap or against his chest. ~ If you with him during practice, he'll sit with you in his lap in the bleachers, loving that he can just dip his head to kiss you. ~ But when you're sleeping, he loves being the big spoon, wrapping you up in his strong arms and nuzzling his nose into your neck, breathing in your sweet smell and leaving kisses easily on your cheek and forehead.

Kita Shinsuke:

Shinsuke doesn't seem the PDA type, but I feel like he'd be all about physical affection behind closed doors. He's all about making people feel cared for, he's a good captain and a good grandson, so he'd make a wonderful boyfriend!

~ Shinsuke was so lucky to have someone like you, someone to understand his side of things, to be okay with the fact that he couldn't always be the affectionate boyfriend, especially in public. ~ He believed that loving gestures like cuddles and kisses should be reserved for being behind closed doors, it made it more special. ~ One thing was for sure, though it happened rarely, he loved cuddling with you. Whilst most of the time, when you were both sleeping, he would probably cuddle you for a while, loving the feeling of your head on his shoulder and you in turn, the feeling of his heartbeat. ~ Once you'd fallen asleep though, he'd shift slightly, making sure you were out enough for him to move you, he would lay you on your side, still holding you hand and would spend the time it takes him to fall asleep, staring at you and fiddling with your hair.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Like Kita, I highly doubt Toshi would be the affectionate type, both in public and out of. Maybe a kiss on the cheek and hand-holding at best around others…

~ There was no questioning that Ushiwaka was completely smitten with you, you were the only person he really let himself go around. ~ He loved you desperately, hoping that he could be enough to keep this relationship (the only one he'd been in) successful. ~ He was lucky enough to be welcomed into your family, they trusted him enough to sleep over without any funny business occurring, most of your family believed he was too much of a social ostrich to do anything unsavoury. ~ Toshi did love cuddling you, especially when you were sleepy, he usually stayed up a bit later than you. ~ He would be sat up in bed, you straddling his lap with your hands softly gripping his shirt and your head on his shoulder, soft puffs of breath leaving your lips as Toshi ran a hand up and down your back. ~ He loved the feeling of your body against his, in the completely innocent way you did before bed, he loved feeling close to you!