#daitou

You weren't quite sure what to expect when your Yandere!Yakuza Boyfriend sat you down for a serious talk. Daitou fiddled with his prosthetic eye, lips pursed in contemplation, until he finally spoke up.

"I'm thinking of starting a Family."

You blinked.

"Well, what does that have to do with me?" you inquired. Maybe it was a misunderstanding.

"What do you mean? I can't do it without you, obviously," he responded, incredulous. You were his right hand, after all! His soulmate.

You gulped. Sure, you'd been dating for some time already, but you never pictured him to be a family man. What was he going to do, drop by to change diapers, then return to dismembering some poor soul from a rival gang? Would you move in together? How would it even work?

"Wait, I don't follow. This is all very sudden. You think I'm just going to magically pop some brats into existence for you?"

"Of course not, Boss said he'd give us a hand!"

You lean back, face drained. Good God, he involved his own old man? Who else was going to join in? Why not invite the entire branch? You rub your temples, considering the options. Daitou watches you with a smile. You're so cute when you worry, but this time he truly has it figured out. His phone buzzes, so he excuses himself for a second to read the message from his friend. It's Kazuya.

Hey, dumbass, I almost forgot: you better tell (Y/N) from the start you've been offered the Captain role for a new local gang. Don't do the Family talk with a civilian. Just wanted to make sure you don't mess up.

Uh oh. Too late.

🍊 made a hrothgar w the ffxiv benchmark character creator thingy and drew him. mnyah

Daitou isn't one to care for appearances. Nonetheless, ever since he's begun dating you, one piece of advice has been elaborately drilled into his head by his much more charismatic partner: always keep a clean look for your darling. No one wants to be seen with an unkempt thug, Kazuya often scolds.

So, Daitou does his best. He shaves every day. Neatly combs his hair back each morning. Washes away any blood and gore that might get on him after dirty jobs. Caringly bandages bites and scratches left behind by his victims.

He has taken this advice to heart, perhaps to an exaggerated extent. The blonde should've mentioned there are exceptions to the rule, such as being sick. Then you wouldn't be here, foot in the door, trying to explain to your yakuza boyfriend that he doesn't always have to present himself in a tidy manner. I truly don't care, you whine, pushing past his massive frame and turning on the stove.

"By the way, I didn't know you're into western bands," you remark, eyeing the washed out logo of his t-shirt.

He pulls the fabric and stares at the print himself, as if noticing for the first time.

"...You took that from one of your bodies, didn't you?"

"Didn't have time to get dressed when ya knocked. Ended up searching the disposal box," he confesses with an awkward laugh.

I NEED to cuddle them (especially Daitou) (i would feel like the most safe person in the world if any of them would spoon me-) But! Which positions do they like? Do they have preferred time/place?

I've repeatedly heard that I have really soft skin, would they like to run their hands on it? (I love physical contact so I'd love it?) Also I'm a bit chubby, would they (consensually ofc) grope me a bit?

Anon, I honestly doubt there's any preference to be had. These boys are affection-deprived criminals, literally begging for your attention. It'll be anywhere, anytime, any way you want it.

I like to imagine that once you become comfortable enough with them, both Kazuya and Daitou begin to crash at your place quite often. They don't really have proper homes, as you eventually learn - Daitou doesn't even have a futon. He just passes out on the floor of the small, cramped, and utterly empty room. They've never truly considered improving their situation. In comparison, your place is the peak of luxury, carefully curated with your own hands in order to feel at home. Don't be mistaken, however, as it's not the furniture or belongings that has them scratching at your door: it's you. Your soft skin, your warmth, your hold. If they want a good night's sleep, they'll just look for you.

You wanted to test your new lipstick, and - conveniently enough - Daitou happened to be with you. He couldn't possibly refuse a little smooching before his work.

Except he completely forgot about the steamy exchange, leaving your apartment peppered in smudges.

It's only halfway throughout his task that he realizes it. He stares at his own reflection in the sharp blade, a faint smile forming on his lips. Gosh, what did the others think about it? How cheeky, how daring! It's almost as if he's bragging about his precious Darling, shamelessly displaying your unbreakable bond before the profane eyes. He's so giddy, he doesn't even hear the muffled screams anymore.

"My partner, ya know," he explains with a blush, scratching his neck.