my daisuke headcanons because this man has me in a chokehold and i can’t stop thinking about him
includes both Sfw and Nsfw sooo do with that info what you will and don’t scroll if it’ll make you uncomfortable. minors pls don’t follow thank you :)
! these are gender neutral btw !
Sfw:
definitely a lover boy at heart. he’s just shy don’t let that stoic front he puts up fool you (he’s a huge softie)
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he writes you the sweetest love letters/poems (duh this is basically canon)
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his love language is a mix of words of affirmation and acts of service
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he will cook for you and has a cookbook with recipes from his childhood (please cook with him he loves it)
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he would let you braid/play with his hair. he loves having his hair brushed and he would let you put cute little clips in there too. this man has beautiful hair and is not ashamed of it!
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i see him as being a bit of daydreamer to tie in with his love of writing poems. he’d probably randomly stare off into space throughout the day or even when you guys are hanging out (not because he’s bored of you!! he just has a lot going on in his brain)
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i’m not sure how tall he canonically is, but i definitely think he’s on the taller side. i put him at least 6’0 maybe a couple inches smaller but no way is he under 5’10.
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with him being so tall, if you’re smaller than him he would let you hang on him all the time. wrapping your arms around his neck so you two can just sway back and forth? yes please. latching your arms together while walking? loves it. he will wrap his arms around you from behind too. he loooves when you do that cheesy thing of comparing hand sizes and his is so much bigger than yours (i think he gets super flustered) he loves feeling like your protector.
Nsfw:
first and foremost, this man is SO SWEET. i don’t care what anyone says he has a praise kink and would both like to receive and give it.
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he talks you through it for sure. even without the praising i truly believe this man would not be able to stay quiet when you two are intimate. other than constantly asking if you’re okay and if he’s doing everything right he also moans and whines.
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he doesn’t seem too kinky honestly but i don’t think he’d straight up deny you of anything either (so long as it doesn’t involve actually hurting you)
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he 100% likes having his hair tugged and messed with.
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probably into shibari or light bondage (on both the receiving and giving end) he enjoys using rope and or those silly fluffy handcuffs.
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i see him as a service top more than anything but he’s down to switch if you’re into that. with how hard he’s always working he wouldn’t mind having you take control every now and then.
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is obsessed with eye contact. he wants to see how good he makes you feel and vice versa. if you were to go down on him and maintain eye contact he’d absolutely lose it. for this reason i also think his favorite positions are missionary and cowgirl.
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size kink 100%. i honestly think this one is more subconscious too he won’t even realize it at first.
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loves foreplay just as much if not more than the actual act itself (we’ve established he wants you to feel good and wants you to verbalize it too) seems like the kinda person who is into mutual masturbation as well. loves watching you get off doesn’t matter how it happens.
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aftercare is something he takes very seriously! you see how he treats those dishes? yeah he doesn’t play about taking care of the ones he loves. he will not leave your side for hours after and he will run you both a bath so you two can sit and just being close to each other. cuddling is non negotiable.
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overall he’s such a sweetie and just wants you both to be happy and healthy. he’s just so in love.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Blacklist (US TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Raymond Reddington/You, Raymond Reddington/Reader
Characters: Raymond Reddington, Dembe Zuma, Gender-Neutral Reader - Character
Additional Tags: One Shot, Slice of Life, Fluff, No Angst, Some Humor, Reader-Insert, Platonic Relationships
Summary:
You're in for an eventful, early morning - though it doesn't entirely ruin your day, you think.
After an eventful day at Nationals, the bus ride home with Sakusa doesn't go as planned for either of you...
For context: You are Itachiyama’s manager, a second year student.
Total Chapter Count: 1
Total Word Count: 1,901
Warning: swearing
Pairing: Sakusa x gn!reader
a/n: I’m back two years later to add onto this fic that my characterization of sakusa has changed to a more accurate representation as of present. Keep in mind this is an old fic
“Where’s Sakusa?” You had taken your eyes off of him for only a few minutes and he’d somehow managed to slip away to God knows where.
Except God probably didn’t know where the ace had gone, but you had a hunch. You turned to Komori who only shrugged in response.
“I told you to watch him,” you hissed, jabbing a finger at the boy’s chest who had already placed his hands up defensively.
“And I was!” He pleaded, providing a bewildered expression that opposed your exasperated one.
Sighing, you broke off from the rest of the team, squeezing your way through male and female players alike, all of them conversing amongst each other in the expanse of the waiting area at the gym where Nationals were being held. You muttered your apologies as you slipped between a group of people, trying to locate the bathroom area where there was a fifty-fifty chance he was either inside or loitering around in case of an emergency--or what he considered an emergency, which would be an un-sanitized stranger or object touching him.
After some time of wandering and pushing through crowds, you finally spotted the poor boy, buried in a corner and nearly hunched over. You had expected this to happen at some point or another, but you hadn’t expected it to happen this early. Crossing the distance of a few meters, you found yourself standing in front of Sakusa who was eyeing you warily. In fact, his eyes were the only indication that he was even acknowledging you as a mask covered the rest of his face.
Despite putting plenty of distance between him and you to ensure his own comfort, you still had to tilt your head up slightly to meet his gaze, “You okay, Sakusa?” Your voice was even-toned, calm, but not worried. Never worried--never pitiful, never patronizing or fretful. Sakusa, despite his intimidating exterior, despised being pitied, being belittled; even if the worriment from another was the reason for their being so cautious with him, he hated it. It made him feel weak, like others believed he needed to be coddled, and he hated it.
Though, you’d only learned this when a group of fan-girls had approached him last year after a match had ended and Sakusa was having one of his…episodes, you liked to call them. The girls, while having good intentions, nearly drove him to a breaking point as they asked if he needed anything, offering their help and voicing their concerns. It had taken Komori and you both to disperse the girls with rushed, half-assed apologies and excuses while you had led Sakusa somewhere quieter and more isolated. If Komori and you had arrived any later, you were sure that Sakusa would have ended up practically snarling in someone’s face.
And here you were again, come to save the ace from himself.
“Do I look ‘okay’ to you?” He deadpanned, the mask muffling his voice to an extent. A slight, undetectable, upturn of the corner of your lips was the only response he got.
On your first meeting with the ace as Itachiyama’s new manager, his blunt words had caught you off guard despite knowing the reputation his personality held. But after nearly two years of having to put up with his antics, you’d grown quite used to it as you knew his words held no true ire towards you. However, his sharp tongue and your quick wit tended to land you in arguments with Sakusa, whether it was serious or not.
You shoved your hands in the track pant’s pockets, tilting your head lazily to the side, “No, actually you look like you’re about to hurl.”
Sakusa narrowed his eyes, rolling his shoulders before adjusting his mask. He didn’t say anything.
“They’re gonna open the gates soon and we all need to be in one place.” Again, you honed your voice to neutrality. Pushing Sakusa past his boundaries never ended well, but the words left unsaid in your statement reached him: We need to join back up with the rest of the team, it’s not negotiable.
He mumbled something that you didn’t quite catch, but acquiesced with a single nod, trailing behind as you turned on a heel to follow the outskirts of the crowd rather than the more direct path through. Sakusa knew you took the route just for him and his sanity, and he was also well aware of the other minor things that you adjusted for him, too; the words you so carefully chose, the way you so carefully said them, giving him space, options…there were times when he meant to thank you, to show that he did, in fact, take notice and he appreciated it, but every time he approached you, the reluctant gratitude already forming on his tongue, he found that the words would be swallowed back down.
He didn’t know why.
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Itachiyama had taken the win for their first game of Nationals this year, having beat the other team by a landslide. You expected nothing less from them, nothing less of Sakusa who had played exceptionally well like always. And now, driving on the bus back to the hotel after the first day had finally come to an end, your eyelids had become heavy, your limbs feeling weighted.
Sakusa sat next to you, characteristically quiet. Normally he would have claimed a seat section for himself, isolating from the others, but a minor finger injury had him situating in a seat beside you, asking if you could wrap the aching finger for him while waiting to arrive at the hotel.
Of course you’d said yes, and when you were finished you had fully expected for him to saunter back to where he had placed his sports bag and settle himself there for the rest of the drive. Except, he didn’t. He’d remained seated right there beside you, albeit he didn’t say anything, instead busying himself with his phone, so you’d left him alone and didn’t bother to question the strange behavior.
But, God, you were fucking exhausted. You had already tried to lean against the bus window but were usually jolted awake every few seconds; you had even leaned your head back against the headrest but found that to be quite uncomfortable after only a short period of time. When you had given up on your efforts, you snuck a quick glance of Sakusa who was still too enamored by his phone to even notice you struggling.
Eventually, you had pulled your legs up to your chest, wrapping your arms tightly around them while you rested your head upon your knees. Though, it wasn’t the most comfortable position, it was better than the other alternatives you had tried and after some adjusting and wriggling around, you’d managed to fall into a light sleep.
Beside you, Sakusa continued to fiddle with his phone.
Truth be told, his finger had been tender to the touch, but it wasn’t anything that couldn’t have waited until the bus arrived at the hotel. He had just figured that it would be a good way to approach you, maybe thank you like he’s been meaning to for longer than he would like to admit. But after you’d wrapped his finger, you had simply just told him what he heard every time you bandaged an injury, “Try to avoid using that finger and if you need me to re-bandage it, just ask,” and then you turned to watch the passing city from the window.
He had pulled his phone out then, trying to figure out what the hell he was going to say now that you’d obviously put an end to the conversation. Sakusa would spare you a few glances out of his peripheral every now and then as he bided his time thinking. He didn’t miss when you sent a brief glance of your own to him at one point. But by the time he had turned to you, lips parted with the words he needed ready at his disposal, you were curled up in your seat, legs pulled flush against your chest.
Sakusa had never seen you look so small, fragile, he dared to think. He knew you were far from it, always brandishing an imposing expression despite your not-so-imposing stature, even if you didn’t mean to. You were one of the few people who tended to bite back at his jabs; it was one of the reasons why he respected you to a fault. And there you were, tucked into yourself and sleeping peacefully--and your face had never seemed so relaxed, your usually lowered brows, furrowed by stress, looked as if they had been lifted of any and all problems. You looked…
Beautiful. That was what he wanted to say.
And in that moment, you shifted in your seat, exhaling deeply as your head discovered purchase leaning back against the plush seat. Then the bus made a turn and he found your head falling to his shoulder for support. It was a miracle in itself that you didn’t wake from the sudden movement.
But, instantly, Sakusa felt the panic begin to roil beneath his skin. You weren’t clean, you hadn’t showered since last night. Who knew how many germs you carried just from your head alone? While his mind screamed to remove you from him, fingers clenching around the fabric of his pants, he tried to calm himself. He truly did try. His breathing had already quickened by now, heart pounding against his chest. And as much as he wanted to move away from you, he also wanted to touch you--your hair that he just knew would be soft with the sweet smell of your conditioner, your skin that he saw you put lotion on time and time again, your face that he wanted nothing more than to trace and study every feature. But he couldn’t. Couldn’t move his hands, his arms, his legs, couldn’t move anything.
His mouth.
He could move his mouth though.
“Y/n,” he whispered, so quietly you thought it was just in your head, Sakusa’s voice winding its way through your dreams.
Until you heard it again, less muddled this time, the enunciation of your name sure in his voice. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the darkness of the bus once again. There was something warm and solid pushing against the side of your head, something…
Sakusa.
You jerked away from him, looking up to see him calming down from what seemed to be a panic attack of sorts. Clearing your sleep addled brain, you shook your head, ready to spew a mountain of apologies.
“Sakusa…I’m--” But he cut you off with a shaky hand before letting it slip into a jacket pocket.
His head was pressed back against the headrest of the seat, curls mussed from the friction, and the adam's apple of his throat bobbed as he swallowed, “It’s fine--I’m fine. It’s not your fault, you didn’t know.” His words were clipped, but not in anger.
You clenched your jaw tightly, feeling terrible about the whole situation. You knew how Sakusa was, you should have been more careful, and now you’ve given the boy a damn near heart attack.
If only you knew that, despite it all, Sakusa’s shoulder felt cold from the loss of contact between the two of you.
You're roused from a gentle sleep by a set of long fingers combing through your hair. Your eyes flutter, allowing a little bit of the morning light to filter through your lashes. Rolling over onto your back you give a mighty yawn and arch your back , arms stretching above your head. "It's about time you woke up." Kakashi was already mostly dressed sitting on the edge of the bed. He let you rub the sleep out of your eyes before pressing a cup of coffeeinto your waiting palms. "Someone has to leave you waiting every once and a while." You gave one more yawn before sipping at the coffee with a pleased hum. Exactly how you like it.
Kakashi's lip quirked up in a little smirk. "I figured I just really tired you out. Question is, was it all the training or what we did after?" You lightly punch his arm with a laugh, "Shut up, jerk." Kakashi clutched his arm and falls back onto the bed, draping himself over your legs. "I've been hit! I'm wounded! Man down! Man down! Send in the medic!" Setting your coffee down you throw yourself over your dramatic boyfriend's prone form. "Hang in there babe! I'm here to rescue you!" You pepper his face with small sweet kisses, giggling in between each peck. He angles his head to catch your lips and brings his "injured" arm to the back of your neck to hold you in place. You smile into the kiss, a hand coming to rest on Kakashi's jaw. When you pull away you need to take a deep breath. "Feel better?" "Mm, much better." His hands find their way back to your hair, running his nails along your scalp. "Good. We got another long training session today and we're already a half hour late to meet Gai."
Coming across them had been a happy accident. Well not initially, it had been downright confusing and terrifying. There were giant bugs on Earth, bugs that were mining some kinda glowing rocks. I had to come back to make sure it hadn't been some kinda hallucination or fever dream, and they were there.
It became a habit, I started researching insects and observing them from a distance. I'm for sure they knew I was there. I didn't make my presence a secret, but they seemed to keep to themselves. I started getting closer to them. Probably not a smart thing to do since they were big enough to easily pick me up and toss me around like a baseball.
I started taking notes and sketches to identify the different types and individuals. By the time the soldier had come over to me I could have easily identified him as a soldier just from his silhouette. At first I felt a wave of panic wash through me as he landed in front of me. His enormous body seemed so much more real now that I was eclipsed in his shadow.
Being this close it became very clear they were made at least partially of metal. Which explained a lot, bugs can't evolve any bigger due to a number of limitations with their biology. It was fascinating to see his carapace move and shift, the sound of the metal was surprisingly quiet.
His chittering was less so. It was obvious he didn't intend to hurt me and after his second round of chittering I attempted to mimic him. His antenna twitched as he cocked his head to chitter some more at me. While I have no idea exactly what it was it did feel like he was talking to me. Eventually he left with the others, I usually don't stick around for them to leave since they're often at the sight for hours at a time.
So when I came back again I wasn't entirely surprised to be approached again. However this time it was a worker, one I'd never seen before. His coloration was brighter and his body had less scaring, suggesting he didn't do a lot of manual labor.
He sat down in front of my car leaning down closer to me. I had originally thought they had those large interconnected eyes you see on flies, now I can see it's actually a visor of some kind that glowed with a bright red light.
Once he got down closer to me he spoke. But not in the chitters the soldier had, no it was... Mandarin? I think. When I didn't respond he spoke again in French, Korean, Spanish.
“Hello.” He said in English this time.
“Hello.” He perked right up, antenna twitching.
“You come here often?” His voice was deep and metallic.
I held back the snicker at the unintentional pickup line, “Yes, I hope I'm not bothering you guys? I was just wanting to observe.”
It took him some time to speak, “It's fine. Curious about insecticons? We're curious about you.”
I tilted my head copying him, “So your insecticons then? I'd say I was a bit curious. You don't see giant metal bugs everyday.” I started, “If you have questions about me I'd be happy to answer them if you'd answer my questions.”
His wings flapped excitedly behind him, “Yes, sounds nice. You first.”
“Well for one, do you guys have some kind of colony or hive?”
He chittered loudly for several moments, “Yes we have hive, sick, dying.”
“Oh I'm sorry.” I said surprised.
He chittered some more, “Why you curious about insecticons?” He asked.
“I mean you're not exactly common here and I think it's important to learn about others. Is the glowing rocks gonna help your hive get better?”
He turned to look at the workers pulling up the purple rocks, “Energon is fuel, not cure. We'd need queen to get better.”
“Oh? Isn't there any princesses flying around to take her place?”
“No, all gone.” He got out between chitters.
I had not been expecting to stumble onto a dying species. His body was slumped and his wings which were perked earlier were now pressed tightly to his body. Approaching him slowly I rested my hand on his forearm to express my sympathies. He leaned further down and rubbed his head into my torso. Not expecting the contact I rested my hand on top of his head to comfort him as I felt his mandibles move to talk in his clicking language. He nuzzled briefly into my chest before pulling away.
After our initial meeting he was always there to talk to whenever I returned. He even showed me around the mine and introduced me to everyone, his name was Quickmaw and he seemed to enjoy teaching me all about the insecticons. He told me about the Decepticons and how they haven't been going through on their promises and how they had been treated before the war.
He was also very fond of cuddling and just general touching. While he didn't need to touch other insecticons to communicate he said he could only feel my field or whatever when we were touching. Seeing as he wasn't harming me I allowed him to carry me around. It did help with some of the confusion at least for him.
Within a month of our friendship he started bringing me gifts. Everything from chocolate that had melted from the heat of his frame, to a cracked snow globe. It was charming to see him go out of his way to get me things even if they weren't necessarily things I liked or were damaged due to his giant body. My collection of objects was slowly growing. Quckmaw and the rest of the harvesting insecticons were nice company, even though they had difficulty speaking they were very caring and looked out for one another.
Quickmaw handed me a fist full of flowers that were crushed and easily overflowed my lap.
“Thank you Quickmaw they're very pretty.”
His wings fluttered happily, “Not just from me, whole hive.”
I smiled, “Well that's very thoughtful. Especially since I haven't meet the rest of the hive.”
He chittered in excitement, “You could, if Decepticons allowed it.” He paused thoughtfully, “If you became queen you could come.”
I stared up at him blankly for several moments.
Taking my time to put my thoughts in a way that would be easily understood, “I'm not capable of being a queen. Our species is too different, I'm flattered and all but I'm physically incapable. Also I think I'd die if we even tried, energon alone looks toxic.”
His antenna drooped with his shoulders.
“While the idea of having a hive full of boyfriends sounds great there's no way it'd work unless you know of some way to turn me into one of you guys?” I said not expecting a reply.
