#daiya no ace smut

[no1frogfan]

Untitled Miyuki Kazuya phone sex drabble

Miyuki Kazuya x afab reader

Word count: ~1.5k

Tags & warnings: SMUT-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Dubcon phone sex (reader doesn’t know? Miyuki can hear them, ecouteurism), masturbation (m&f), Miyuki is a desperate virgin, a touch of angst

Note: In a FRENZY due to this art by nume, and fever-fueled by writings by ix & mica. I wasn’t trying to make this as long as I predicted, but it’s not surprising I guess that this art has me so fucking depraved

Part 2, the next day

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bzzzzzzzzzz bzz—

He quickly swipes to answer.

“ ‘llo?” he mumbles.

No response.

“Hello?” Miyuki repeats, a little louder, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

Still no response.

He pulls the phone back. It’s you calling, and — he squints at the display the top of the screen — it’s just past 2am. What could you possibly be calling about at this hour? Did something happen? Is something wrong? He throws the covers off and presses the phone back to his ear, calling your name louder than before.

Finally, he hears something. A rustle, then—

A soft gasp.

More rustling. A keen.

He’s wide awake now, palms starting to sweat, free hand clutching his knee. What’s happening?

Another gasp, no a moan.

It can’t be. You can’t be.

He turns the volume up, holds his breath. Rapt.

Fabric brushes against the phone. You’re adjusting yourself, settling with a drawn-out hum. Your delicate sighs start again, breaths shallower and quicker, and there’s no mistaking it now. Miyuki sits transfixed at the edge of his bed, grateful for the tile against the soles of his feet to cool the need burning in his blood.

Your voice gets pitchier, throat tensing to a quiet whine.

He’s picturing you now, head pressed against your pillow, fingers dancing around your clit. Maybe you’ve dipped one or two inside already, drawing out the slick pooling there and smearing it over your slit. He’s never been so hungry, and he doubts anything else could taste as sweet. Saliva floods his mouth at the thought. The skin there must be so velvety and sensitive. He wants to nip at your inner thighs, suck at that little bundle of nerves, run his hot tongue over your lips and bury it in your soaking core.

He wants to make you grind against his face, frantic, make you whine louder. He’s never done it before but he’s a fast learner. He’s sure he could.

You mewl, and Miyuki answers with his own hushed whimper. It feels like all the blood in his body is pulsing along the length of his cock. He shifts to relieve the tension between his legs, but even a slight flinch has his sensitive head chafing against his boxer briefs, the sensation making his jaw clench.

The sharp pain of his fingernails digging into his thighs brings him hurtling back to his room. The phone is pressed so hard against his ear that it may as well be fused into the side of his skull.

He looks down, and the size of the damp patch on his underwear draws out another whimper. He’s so hard it hurts.

He slowly unlatches his hand from his thigh and reaches over to palm himself lightly over the fabric, inhales and exhales rattling like yours every time he runs his thumb over the head.

You choke out a moan, and…you must have bumped the phone because nothing is muffled anymore. Suddenly he can hear the rough edges of your desire, and it sends an agonizing pang straight to his — NO. He has to stop. He should hang up. You’ve called him by accident. He shouldn’t be listening.

He should hang up.

This isn’t right.

He should hang up.

He wrenches the phone away from his ear. Or, he’s just about to, he swears he was, but he hears a squelch. A squelch. Fuck how wet are you? Your cries are throatier now with every thrust of your…fingers? A toy? What he wouldn’t give to know. The wet slap slap slap betrays how absolutely fucking soaking you must be.

And he’s only human, isn’t he?

He can only take so much, he justifies to himself as he pulls down the band of his underwear, freeing his throbbing cock with a shudder of relief. It smacks him hard in the abdomen, flinging pearly drops of precum across his chest.

Kazuya spits on his palm and rubs it over the head of his cock, smearing sweat and spit and pre as he slowly drags his hand along the length of his veiny shaft. His fingers catch lightly on the skin with each stroke. He leans over to dribble more saliva onto it. If he were there he could just dip the swollen head into your folds, wet it with a grind along your drenched pussy.

He’s been working up his courage for weeks, and this is what it’s come to, rubbing one out, alone, in the dark. It’s almost sad that he can’t dream of anything better, but he doesn’t regret it, especially not when he hears you fumble around, the glide of wood against wood. A click. A light buzzing. You swoon.

He responds with an unwitting groan.

His tendons flex as he pumps himself faster, desperate impatience winning out over his desire to bask in the moment.

“Ohhhhh fuck,” you wail.

You’re writhing around now, sheets rubbing against the mic, hoarse gasps sounding against his ear. Kazuya’s mouth has gone dry. His back arches, his quaking abs are covered in a sheen of sweat as he strains with the effort of holding back. He wants to slow down, the pressure keeps building, he wants to prolong this so bad but he’s so fucking close already and he can’t stop.

His knuckles have gone white around the phone. His breath only able to come out in short little wheezes. The heat in his core builds. His balls feel tight, he’s right there.

You’re just as much of a mess. Every clap against your sopping cunt practically reverberates off the walls in perfect time with his fist.

Between your sobbing pleas, the thwack of skin against skin, between your screams and his, he can just make out— “Fuck, I’m so close” — the sound of you begging, “ ‘m so-o close -uki— oh my g— just like that, please, please— fu-uck me -uya, just like that.”

Fear flickers deep in his brain (his hand never slows down), you’re calling for Tetsuya, you’ve got to be, you want fucking Yuuki (you’re close now too, your words croaky) who’s so charismatic, who’s a (fuck, he’s right there, he’s right there) much better captain, who’s—

A lightning strike, a brilliant burst against the inside of his eyelids, a shockwave. He convulses, chokes, shouts when he cums. He bucks uncontrollably against his fist as white hot ropes shoot up, over and over, more than he’s ever cum, more than he thought possible, splattering against his neck, his chest, his stomach. He lets out a long, quivering whine. It’s too much it’s too much but there’s more, there’s still more, more thick streaks paint his pecs, hit him in the chin. He’s disoriented, aching, almost delirious by the time the spurts get weaker, globbing on his thighs and leaking down his shaft and puddling over the coarse hairs at his base.

He comes to, collapsed on the bed, twitching and wincing with empty spasms, so hypersensitive that he swears he can feel the air of his exhales against his tip. The ringing in his ears come into focus as loud curses and moans, a rush of pleasepleaseyespleasefuckpleasefuckmgonna—

A swallowed moan, a garbled wail, the waves must be washing over you now as he hears you thrash against the bed. Your wails are loud, almost blowing out the speaker on his phone.

“Fuck,” he yelps and hangs up.

Fuck.

He runs his clean hand down his face before resting his forearm over his eyes. It feels cool against the heat of his face.

He lays there, chest heaving, coming down from his high. Sweat and cum pool and swirl over his skin, some trickling into his belly button, some settling across his torso, some dribbling into the sheets.

It’s not until he turns and feels the streaks drying against his skin that he realizes how long he’s been laying there. He sits up with a groan, muscles twinging, shivering from the cold air that hits his sweat-soaked back.

His breathing has settled but his heart is still pounding in his chest.

The haze of arousal has faded, replaced by a gnawing sense of guilt. He forgot he was still on the phone. He was loud too, maybe louder than you. His head is swimming. Did you hear him? Why didn’t he mute himself? You couldn’t have heard with how loud you were, right? Otherwise you would’ve hung up. Right? He can only hope that’s the case. Hope you won’t look at your recent calls. Won’t check the call times and see that he answered. Won’t notice he stayed on the line the entire time.

He doesn’t look down, doesn’t want to be faced with what he’s done.

He’s seen you unlock your phone enough times to know the password, maybe when he sees you tomorrow, he can delete the evidence.

Miyuki stands on shaky legs and pads to the shower. He turns the water up as hot as he can stand.

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[koushuwu]

» puppy dog — miyuki kazuya x reader  *:･ﾟ✧

18+ content | 2k words | kazuya has always been exeptionally full of himself. at least to the outside word, and maybe you can't help but want to but him in his place. something that turns out to be a thrill like no other.

cw: afab!reader, pet names (big boy, darling etc.), slight dry humping, premature ejacutation, dubcon (if you squint), virgin!kazuya, experienced!reader, very slight corruption kink (also if you squint), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, spit.

with his back pressed firmly into the plush of the couch, kazuya swallowed thickly. you watched on with a wry smile as he did, eyes tracking the bob of his adams apple. you stood before him, looming, presence hovering before him. you hadn’t even touched him yet, but his mouth felt dry and his breath stuttered as you placed your knee on the couch beside him. you were close. so, so close. His gaze flickered, currently lacking the bold gleam and brazen confidence he usually liked to sport, he couldn’t meet yours head on.

you’d always known that he was full of himself. or maybe full of himself wasn’t exactly the right words but he was cocky. and flirty. incredibly so. on that specific day, you’d heard one too many of his obnoxious flirty remarks, and that’s when a strong desire arose in you. a desire to make him falter. to somehow wipe that insufferable smirk off of his face. something you would soon learn, wasn’t as hard as one would think. so that’s when you turned to him and uttered.

“you really think you’re all that, huh?” you cocked your head to the side and studied him as a wicked little grin tugged at the corner of your mouth. “well have at it, big boy. show me what you’re made of.”

“don’t start something you can’t finish, darling,” he said, the final word spoken in a mocking drawl. you knew that his words were meant as a warning, but you were not about to back down. not now. not when you’d so clearly upped and challenged him. and so you stepped closer to the couch. to him.

“oh i intend to follow through. darling.” as you spoke, you added even more pressure to the pet name, turning his own mockery right back on him. not only had his eyes widened at your words, it had also effectively shut him up, his mouth snapping shut and trapping the words inside that had readily sat at the tip of his tongue. the tiny kindle inside of you flared at the sight, and you couldn’t help but want to see him crack even further, and all but a beat, you’d moved up to him entirely. “do you?”

now you were straddling his frame on the couch, lowering your weight down to his clothed lap. a sharp inhale whistled between his teeth the moment you rested against him, and you couldn’t help the wicked ruse of sinful glee that was bubbling inside of you. “oh, fuck,” he hissed when you did a teasing little roll of your hips. his collected exterior was cracking and the confidence slipped at a rapid pace that you hadn’t expected, but yet made you feel powerful. strong. sexy. on each side of you, kazuyai’s hands were digging into the fabric of the couch. hard. his lower lip tucked in between his teeth as he repeatedly tried to maintain eye contact. something he’s yet to succeed. the strain underneath you and his already shallow breathing made the final jigsaw piece slide in place when it clicked.

“miyuki,” you cocked an eyebrow at him and his eyes darted back to yours. “have you never done this before?”

“what?”

“are you a virgin?” you asked him. you half expected him to deny it, but he didn’t. his fingers twitched against the couch and his jaw clenched. but then he nodded, gaze averting yours again as his teeth dug into his lip harder.

“well then,” you said with a teasing lilt in your voice. confident, you guided his hands up to rest on your thighs, while moving in to catch his gaze once more. “why don’t you let me show you a good time, big boy.”

when kazuya had nodded, perhaps a little too enthusiastically despite the eversion of your gaze, it hadn’t taken you long before your panties lay discarded on the floor along with his shirt. the straps of your dress hanging loosely off your shoulders, revealing a tad more of your chest than could be deemed properly decent. between your smaller hands were his bigger one. you’d picked it up and held it in front of you, his fingers splayed against nothing but air. his breathing hitches when your saliva trickles from your tongue to his fingers. he should probably be weirded out by it, something told him at the back of his mind. grossed out. but he wasn’t. instead he found himself transfixed by the sight of your tongue sticking out. your spit rolling off of it, stretching to meet his skin. transfixed, also, by the wet feeling against his fingers. so much so, that his cock jumped underneath you, and you couldn’t help but roll your hips against him, relishing in the delicious friction against your sex.

“fuck—”

when you put his fingers in your mouth, kazuya was so sure he was going to die. he was going to combust and die a virgin, and he wouldn’t even mind. your tongue against his fingers and your pussy grinding against him. what could possibly be better than this? a question, he would very soon find, and feel, the answer to. a question, to which, the answer came, the moment you pulled his fingers from your mouth, and guided them south. with one hand, you held his chin and kept him still as you captured his lips with yours. with the other, you led his slick hand underneath your short dress, and once you pressed one of his fingers and your own past the entrance of your wet hole, that is when he knew the answer to his question. this. this was even better. so much so, that he groaned softly, breaking the kiss as his jaw grew slack, his eyes glazed and his eyebrows knitted together. just then, you took a moment to just admire the view, bearing clear evidence as to just what you did to him. truly a sight to behold. but you weren’t done yet. of course you weren’t, you’d promised him a good time after all.

“h-hold on–” kazuya’s voice was small. frail even. and every little bit filled with the anticipation you inspired in him. your movements stilled as you cocked your head to the side. his free hand had laid itself against your hip bone, fingers dipping into your skin. “i’m– i’m gonna– please– slow down–”

“oh no, poor guy,” you cooed, cupping his cheek in one hand, an action in such stark contrast to the filthy thoughts in your head and the way your other hand worked him deeper inside. “you close already?” you asked and rocked your hips against his hand and lap. kazuya’s breathing hitched and his lower lip sucked in between his teeth.

kazuya nodded frantically, and a twisted sense of joyful satisfaction settled inside, when you leaned down until your nose lightly bumped against his. the way he looked up at you, almost felt dizzying, eyes all glazed and dilated pupils.

“what if i don’t want to take it slow?” your words came as a whisper, yet they rung through the air between you. around you. everywhere. at first, kazuya didn’t react. then his eyes widened. slowly as the implication dawned on him.

“no. no, no, no—“ he started, but neither of you heard the rest, when you caught his lips with yours, relishing in how sharply he inhaled when you connected. when you rocked down against him and increased the rhythm of which you worked his fingers into you. his free hand desperately clawed at your thigh, but you didn’t slow. fingers dipped harder into your skin as his fingers angled in just the right direction. you moaned against his lip and his fingers twitched, his hips bucked and a loud whine of his own followed yours.

kazuya had said he was close, but you hadn’t expected it to be that easy to push him over the edge. but now that you had, his breath was heaving and you felt utterly accomplished. accomplished, but not yet satisfied, your hunger only momentarily quenched.

once kazuya came down from his high, cheeks flushed and cheeks heated, it took him a moment before to decipher the scene in front of him. both your hands worked to undo his pants, and he only just registered what was happening, when his cock sprung free, and the charged air between you, ghosted over his sensitive skin. his eyes flicked to yours, only to find your gaze already fixed on his with a bemused glimmer in your eye.

“i promised you a good time, didn’t i?” you asked him, but cut him off before he could reply, lips parted slightly as if ready to speak. “don’t think that means you’re the only one who gets to have fun, though.”

surprise clearly evident in every feature of his face, mingled with the just as clear hypnotic daze of his arousal. it makes you want to laugh. not because it’s funny that he desires you. but because it’s so incredibly endearing, something so starkly contrasting kazuya’s usually confident and collected attitude. it’s endearing, and it makes you feel powerful. it makes you feel in control and it makes your pussy clamp in anticipation. so you smile at him, eyes glimmering in mischief as your hand wrapped around his cock. the sounds he makes when you give him a couple of strokes are something so pathetic and you can’t help but relish in his noises. the pitch change, reaching even higher when you finally take him inside.

he knew deep down, that he should have said something. should have asked you to wait. should have– should have– but he didn’t. he was too far gone for that, and when you settled against his lap, his head fell to your shoulder as a shudder ripped through his body, and he just couldn’t care less. or maybe he would have cared if he had half a mind to string any coherent thoughts together at all. but as it was, he didn’t.

“hey now,” firm fingers curled around his chin and tilted his head up, until his eyes met yours. ”look at me, big boy.” he’s looking at you. he is, but through the haze of the pleasurable rolls of your hips against his lap, he doesn’t actually see much. he’s trying though. but when your movements pick up pace, pathetic moans spill over his lips, and his eyes roll back. if you hadn’t held his chin, you knew his head would be lolling to the side. he was utterly drunk on the feeling of being inside of you, and judging by the shameless whining and moaning, he didn’t mind being at your mercy this way. his hands moved as if on instinct and settled harshly on your hips once again, and that’s when he surprised you. his hips bucked, thrusting up to meet the roll of your hips, punching a moan from your own lungs. at first you thought it’d been intentional, but when you looked at him it was clear that it hadn’t been. his body worked entirely on it’s own accord, bucked and writhed, stroked and grabbed, all in time with your movements, subconsciously creating a synchronized chase on your shared highs. at this point, the air surrounding you filled with both of your moans. it filled with the wet sounds of his cock grinding into your pussy. it filled with the heat radiating from your bodies. and it filled with the charged electricity and anticipation, until it broke. pleasure washed over you, covering everything and engulfing you completely in the sweetness flitting into every corner of the room.

your highs subsided, way too early for kazuya’s liking. actually, this whole moment in time with you, ended far too early. you weren’t actually sure what you’d expected. probably that you’d had sex and that would be it. it wouldn’t change anything. but as it was, you’d soon learn that things would absolutely change. not for you, but for kazuya. it took a few days before you really realized but when you did, that incredible feeling of being powerful swelled up in your chest once more. not only had kazuya’s demeanor slightly shifted towards you. oh no, the guy’s gaze followed your every move with something soft and dazed in his eyes, and often times you found that he followed close behind when you went anywhere he couldn’t see you. kazuya had definitely changed. from brazen and confident to no more than something akin to a lost puppy dog, that’s finally found it’s owner.

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[tettatonin]

HEAVEN AND BACK (REUPLOAD) ︰ miyuki , eijun , furuya , haruichi

⠀⠀⠀⠀— their kinks and favorite things ♡

cws: 18+ NSFW MDNI. fem!reader. unprotected sex. MIYUKI: edging, implied overstimulation. EIJUN: blowjob, throat/face fucking, praise. FURUYA: fingering, toru being ambidextrous, slight size kink. HARUICHI: sub!haruichi, oral (f receiving), handjob, vibrator.

notes: just an old post i wanted to fix up while also finally and officially putting daiya on my blog <33 totally not bc im in another writing slump

MIYUKI KAZUYA

+ EDGING. OVERSTIMULATION. miyuki can give you everything you want and take it away from you as he pleases. the power trip of having you at his fingertips just really gets to him. he wants you to enjoy yourself, sure, but not without him getting a piece and absolutely ruining it for his own self pleasure.

miyuki doesn't have to tell you that he gets off watching you struggle, it's simple enough to understand just being with him. even when he won't admit such a thing to your face, expressing it in ways that would make you keen for him to get to the end of his foreplay. he'd be a liar if he said he didn't enjoy doing it to himself either, kissing your neck to keep his thoughts straight.

he moved his hips slowly, seething through his teeth at the tight, closing feeling of being seconds away from orgasm for the fifth time tonight. you were in the same boat with your bottom lip swollen from being bitten down on, pussy throbbing for release.

"had enough?" miyuki asks you with a slight grin, lifting his face out of the crook of your neck. "y'know i wanna fuck you just as much as you do, you just cum so easy on my cock."

you try and hold back a laugh but it slips, your boyfriend's expression dropping a bit. "sorry." you cover your mouth.

"oh, so its like that, huh?" he raises his eyebrows, sitting back up and holding you by the underside of your knees, locking your legs to your chest. "you want it like that?"

miyuki pounds into you hard, the bed creaking under the weight. though his pace wasn't bruising, still keeping that silent oath of edging himself and you, but he was hitting your sweet spot with every snap of his hips. and when your eyes screw shut and your mouth parts in a silent scream, he knows he's won.

"wait! kazu— ya," your words broke by the syllables with his thrusts. "fu— ck! please, don't stop!"

like hell i would, he thinks while adjusting his pace, switching to a quick and steady rhythm that has your eyelids fluttering shut.

you've been edged for far too long, your climax building up fast as miyuki bullied your sweet spot. his stomach tightened at your face that twisted in pleasure, cock throbbing inside you as the height of his climax matched yours before he rides out his high, or so you thought.

"aww, don't tap out yet, princess." he coos, the rhythm of his hips picking back up again. "you said 'don't stop', right?"

SAWAMURA EIJUN

+ BLOWJOBS. PRAISE. as much as eijun likes to take care of you, he loves being pampered. something about you sucking him off after a long week of training just sends him into a state he wouldn't trade for the world. you're so good to him with your body that he'd still reward you with praises that would make your stomach tighten.

eijun leaned back into the headboard, relaxing his body to enjoy the moment to its full extent. you were propped up on your elbows, laying on your stomach between his legs with your mouth sucking on half his length while your hand pumps at what can't fit.

your lips wrapped around the tip, teasing him a bit while his cheeks flushed a shade of pink. he swallowed a moan as you took in more of him, his hand instinctively covering his mouth.

you look up at his flushed expression with a smile, a satisfied hum vibrating around his dick just before you pull off with a pop.

"something wrong, eijun?" you ask, looking up at him with doe eyes as you stroke him, making sure to tightly part your middle and index finger at the tip.

he lets out a shaky breath, his reply caught in his throat and all that comes out is a strained noise.

"hm?" you lick up a pearl of precum off the tip, sucking on it gently while waiting for a reply.

he shakes his head. 

"n-no, 's nothing you just— fuck, you feel so good." he barely gets to finish his sentence when you take him all the way to the base without warning. "mouth's so good for me." he sighs.

with your lips tight around his girth and your hand massaging his balls, his own shameful whines cut him off every time he tried to speak. not to mention the occasional jerk of his hips that had you grasping firmly at his thighs from the tip hitting the back of your throat.

"deeper, please, baby." he pleads, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear to sugarcoat the request. "want more."

obediently, you took him all the way for the last time, stilling your motion when the tip touches your throat. eijun's lips were parted slightly, the bottom one red and a little swollen from being bitten down on as you looked up at him.

the taste of his precum made your throat itch but still you bob your head gently, a string of moans falling from his lips the more you moved.

"yes, yes! fuck— just like that." he said, hands reaching to grab the sides of your face, his fingers lacing through your hair. "more.. need more, please, you're doing so good."

eijun times the controlled bob of your head with the raise of his hips, your nails digging into the skin of his thighs with the continuous touch of his tip to your throat.

"fuck, hah, you're gonna make me cum." he pants, already on the edge of release.

your eyes started to sting with tears from the lack of air and drool started to dribble down your chin. you look up at him desperately but he returns it with a look that said 'just a little more'.

and with a stuttered moan, he blows his load down your throat. your nose touches the skin above his cock while you swallow everything he gives you, the contraction of your throat making him sob just before you pull off with a gasp for air.

FURUYA SATORU

+ FINGERING. WHEN YOU SAY HIS NAME. furuya's size often slips his mind, forgetting that he's much bigger than you and that his fingers alone he could press up to that sweet spot in you with ease and that two were enough to make you feel so full. still, he still pushes for that warmth your cunt envelops him in along with the chant of his name as you get closer and closer to release.

furuya's lips rest on the skin of your neck as you lay on your back. he was propped up beside you with two fingers slowly thrusting into you, digits parted slightly to stretch you out. with his other hand he brushes a bit of hair from your face, watching with low lidded eyes.

"you okay?" he asks in a low whisper, littering a few kisses along your jaw.

you nod at the query, an assuring hum turning into a pleasured sigh when he hits a sensitive spot.

he pulls his fingers out of you, stomach tightening at how wet you've gotten with just his fingers.

"just a little more." he whispers, continuing to kiss gently along your jaw.

"satoru, i think its enough." you told him, gripping at his wrist.

he shook his head before his lips met yours, moving to kiss you deeper. his tongue pushed into your mouth, a moan coming out of him when you sucked on it. it has you melting, grip loosening as he slides his fingers between your folds, using his sense of touch to feel how much more slick he can gather before pushing them back in.

"not yet," he says breathlessly, a thin string of saliva connecting his lip to yours for a moment before he breaks away to shift in his position again. "not done with you yet."

he gets up from his place beside you, taking off his boxers and sitting between your legs instead.

he lets out a sigh when the cool air touches the tip, precum coating the head from the minutes he'd spent fingering you, listening and feeling how your body reacted to him. and god was he hard, so painfully hard from not being able to touch himself while doing so.

"wait—" you gasp, slender digits entering and pressing right up against your sweet spot again.

furuya gave his focus to your cunt, mesmerized by the glistening sheen and the sounds of you echoing throughout the room. his thought process felt hazy and fucking you had almost slipped his mind as he wrapped his left hand around his cock, already pumping to the bruising pace he was fingering you in.

"f-fuck, shit," he seethes as his eyelids suddenly start to weigh like iron from the pleasure, but he keeps them open for you. low lidded and clouded with lust.

"satoru, please. don't wanna cum yet."

not yet. not yet. he thinks, panting too hard and too engulfed in pleasure to tell you.

he could only feel the warmth of your walls around him, senses overflowing with impatience as he curls his fingers on one hand and tightens his grip with the other, giving special attention to the spot that makes you tighten. and when your walls clench around him one last time, he pulls you in close, hands wet with precum and slick but you could care less as your arms rest above your head.

furuya hovers over you, broad shoulders casting a shadow over your frame from the setting 4 o'clock sun for a moment before he rests on his forearms. the view from another perspective makes it look like he was trapping you under him from how big he was as the tip lines with your entrance, his hips move to push it in and you both gasp at the feeling. he rests his head in the crook of your neck when he builds up a steady rhythm, muffling his breathy moans against your skin but you can hear him so clearly while his hands try to find yours.

"so good," he sighs, his fingers loosely lacing with yours once he finds you. "can you— can you say my name? please?"

the hold he has on your hands anchors him, the curl of your fingers to his keeping him from slipping too far into self indulgence like before.

"satoru... faster." you moan, his pace changing at your command and stuffing you close to the hilt with quick, shallow thrusts. "fuck, you feel so good."

his stomach tightens at the praise. "gonna— gonna cum," he pants, kissing your neck to keep him from moaning too loud. "inside... wanna do it inside."

furuya didn't sound like he was asking, so you wrap your legs around his waist for assurance, heels digging into his lower back to bring him closer when his hips stutter.

he lifts his head out of the space in your neck, face hot and cheeks flushed a light shade of red as he kisses you slow and sloppy in another effort to suppress his moans again. but you can still hear them, you can feel them and how they intensify the closer he gets.

"cumming, cumming— satoru!" you moan when he pulls away.

you clench around him, strings of curses flowing out until his hips still, burying himself to the hilt.

KOMINATO HARUICHI

+ HANDJOBS. ORAL. he just looks so pretty with his glossy eyes and blushing cheeks. whether he's sitting on your lap, whimpering and nodding mindlessly at your words while you toy with his cock in your hand, or between your legs with his lips sucking your clit with fervor, haruichi's at your mercy.

haruichi sits on your lap, his arms wrapped around your neck while your hand strokes up and down his length in a steady motion. he moans against your lips, pleasure having washed over him and cut short many times.

he'd worked hard this week, balancing college studies and baseball training at the same time, so you gave him a remote, the small device clutched in his hand for the vibrator that whirred at a medium setting in you, a little bit of an extra reward. but you have a feeling that he's forgotten all about it, far too distracted by the pleasure you brought him.

his eyelids felt like they weighed a ton but he kept them open, watching your hand twist and pump around him with a sheen of precum and spit coating your skin.

"a lil' more, haru? 's getting dry." you request, slowing your pace.

haruichi opens his mouth, tongue lolling out to let a drop of spit fall onto the tip.

"thank you, baby." you smile, planting kisses from his cheek to his neck. "you feeling okay?"

he nods, swallowing thick to get rid of any potential stutter. "feels good.. so, so good— please, don't stop."

he rolls his hips, an adorable attempt to aid you in helping him reach his high.

"aww, don't worry. 'm never gonna stop." you coo. "gonna make you cum like you deserve, pretty boy. and," with your free hand you reach behind your neck where his hands rest, tapping the one that clutched the vibrator remote. "turn this up a bit, wanna feel good with you too."

his hands fumble with the remote, pushing the switch up a level. the bullet vibrating against your sweet spot earns a moan out of you, the sound had haruichi throbbing in your hand even as your pace faltered for a moment.

he pulls you in closer, opting to kiss you and drink in your moans while you stroked him on your lap.

"so pretty, haru." you comment between kisses. "my pretty boy with the prettiest cock."

his stomach tightens at your words, the praise making his vision hazy.

"want me to go faster?" you press your lips to his cheek. "'you worked so hard this week, so tell me. tell me what you want, 's okay."

it takes him a moment to relax and find the words he wants to tell you. you were already doing him so good and he was already so close, but speeding up the process shouldn't hurt.

"faster— please. i— i wanna cum so bad." he whines. "jus'— wanna cum, please."

you gladly pick up the pace, one hand twisting around his length while the other rubs the tip. haruichi's moans only increased in volume and it got harder and harder to hold back and savor the moment, his high coming up faster than he wanted.

"cumming, cumming!" he whines, desperately pressing his lips to yours as he spills all over your hand.

you take in his moans, tongues pressed together in a sloppy kiss. haruichi comes down from his high while you're about to reach yours, the fact of it evident in your moans and your panting breath when he pulls away, a string of spit connecting his bottom lip to yours.

he trails kisses from the corner of your mouth to your cheek, down your neck and to your chest, then finally stopping at your lower stomach. haruichi looks up at you as his lips latch onto your clit, lapping and sucking on it gently, actions drawing sweet moans out of you.

the remote's still grasped tightly in his hand, his thumb turning up the intensity to its highest before setting it on the floor. his hands hold onto your thighs as they clasp around his head, burying himself deeper into your cunt as you come so close to your release.

you moan out his name, the sound of it making his eyes roll back in pleasure and the his focus on your clit nearly breaks.

you part your thighs, allowing him room to breathe. slick covered him from his cheeks to his chin and pink dusted over his cheeks as he caught his breath, pulling the vibrator out of you by the string to turn it off. he brings his face closer to your pussy again, flattening his tongue to lick up a stripe from your dripping hole to your clit, swallowing the slick pooled on his tongue.

TAGLIST: @dearkamiya saw this first but here it is again 😵😵 ++ @fsh1gvro @21-06-1996 @1990-06-12 (i'm sorry for the tag sumi but i rmbed u rlly like furuya sooo)

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[bacchira]

Pretty Boy

minors and ageless blogs please dni

pairing: Miyuki Kazuya x Reader

summary: Miyuki Kazuya does not need sex, thank you very much. he can handle himself if the need arises, and honestly he's way more focussed on baseball. But somehow you manage to get him into bed and turns out; Miyuki is a whiny lil' bitch in bed.

word count: 2,5k

tags/cw: AFAB reader. slightly soft dom reader. vaginal penetration. unprotected sex. Praise kink. Slight corruption kink. idk. probably a lot of other things idk.

a/n: i started watching DNA a little while ago, and straight away i just knew i loved Miyuki. and i do. so he deserved a fic and um.. someone wrote a post saying something about Miyuki being a bottom because he's "literally a catcher", and i felt that. So this is what my brain did idk. big thanks to @tenkoushimura​ for beta reading it. ily! <3 ALSO PSA: use protection!!!!!!!!

Who would have thought Miyuki Kazuya to be a whiny mess in bed, really? Miyuki may be both cocky and confident, but he is also completely and utterly inexperienced. He himself wasn’t one to seek out partners. Never really felt the need. He played baseball and loved it. He was good at it. So, what more could he really want or need? Nothing really if you asked him. Honestly if he needed relief, he could take care of himself. He knew what he liked, and it wouldn’t take much time away from his training. So why would he feel the need to look for more? And truth be told, it wasn’t like girls or guys flocked around him for a chance to date him. Even with his undeniable skills at baseball and good looks, his raw personality kept many a suitor away through the years. But not you. You knew what he was about, but for some obscure reason, you didn’t shy away. Oh no.

It took you quite some convincing to even get him alone. He wasn’t looking for anything and he definitely didn’t have time for any nonsense, thank you very much. But you did manage to do just that in due time. To convince him. And once you did, it wasn’t actually that hard to get him where you wanted him. Which was underneath you.

“Shit,” his breath shuddered as you had his cock in a firm hold, condom rolled all the way down and rubbing the tip through your folds while persistently holding his gaze. Miyuki’s hands were fisted hard in the sheets of the bed under him, and even with the wall supporting his back, he’s desperate for anything to hold on to. To ground him. You bite down on your lower lip when you finally line up the tip of his cock with your entrance, letting yourself drop just slightly. Miyuki grabbed hold of your hips in a bruising hold when the tip of his cock pushed inside, eyes screwing shut behind his glasses.

“Hey,” you said, voice only betraying your own pleasure in the slightest. Miyuki being Miyuki, he probably would have noticed if it hadn’t been for the way you engulfed him so tightly. Snug and warm. “Pretty boy. Look at me.” Miyuki’s cock twitched at your words. And his hips bucked involuntarily. With labored breathing he opened his eyes once more to try and focus his gaze on you.

“Don’t— Don’t do that,” he panted.

“Oh?” You let yourself sink down further, enjoying the way his cock forced you open. “You like it when I call you that, Pretty Boy?” You really couldn’t help the cocky grin that formed on your lips. Miyuki was quite the sight, flushed, eyes shining, and teeth harshly gritted together. You couldn’t help but place a hand on his cheek, almost huffing a laugh as he leaned into your touch, jaw going slack.

Soon enough, you’d settled all the way down in his lap, cock sheathed deep inside your walls. You didn’t offer him much time to steel himself for what was to come before you rubbed your thumb over his bottom lip and rolled your hips against his. Miyuki’s hands twitched on your hips and a moan escaped his lips. His cheeks flushed even harder, seemingly embarrassed by the sound that had just left him, but to you— it only made you want to make him even more red. So, while you worked your hips against him, you found yourself propping your thumb into his mouth, forcing it further up. Pressing down in his tongue, Miyuki had no means to stop the sounds rising in his throat from tumbling out around your digit.

“You’re such a good boy. Do you like this?” you cooed and ground against him harder. A particularly high-pitched moan clearly told you that he did, but you needed him to acknowledge it. “Come on, don’t be shy. Do you like it?” And that was your good boy. Miyuki nodded with shiny eyes, a bit of drool slipping down his chin. This really was a sight for sore eyes.

It didn’t take you long to set up a pace that had Miyuki panting out the prettiest sound in time with your movements and had his muscles tensing up. No doubt he was at your mercy as you worked his cock until his eyes rolled back. Pulling your finger from his mouth, you leaned down and licked his lower lip, before capturing it between your teeth and pulling slightly. The moan he gave, had you picking up just that little bit of extra speed. Miyuki tilted his head in an attempt at catching your lips, but you couldn’t help but tease him by pulling back.

Sending him a confident grin, you took his hands in yours. Feeling him tremble slightly, you guided his hands, as his fingers ghosted over your skin, from your thighs and under your skirt. Sliding around your hips and settling on the mounds of your ass. Letting go of his hands, you own fingers quickly found their way to the front of Miyuki’s shirt, sliding up against his abs.

“Come on,” you told him as he looked at you with big eyes. “Have a feel.” With your own fingers against his, you help him support you as you shift gears and bounce in his lap.

“F—Fuck,” Miyuki ground out as his face scrunched up, teeth clenched, and one eye completely shut.

“Hm?” You kept your pace high as you guided one of his hands around to your front instead. Placing his hand against your abdomen and pressing his thumb to your clit had you shuddering and clenching around his cock. His hips bucked against you, meeting your thrusts. You moan and taking your pace up just another notch.

“S—slow down.” You almost laughed at the way he was clearly holding back, and for a second you considered whether you should push him over the edge already or play with him a bit longer. After a second or two you decided on the latter, slowing down until you were rolling your hips in slow circles against him.

“Does it feel good?” you asked him.

“Yes—”

“Do you want me to make you feel even better?” You felt Miyuki twitching inside of you and even before he nodded, you knew what it meant. He’d been so close, and if you wanted to play for longer, which you did, you’d have to shift gears. “How about I let you go raw instead?” Another, stronger, twitch inside of you replied as his fingers dug into your skin.

“I—” Miyuki gulped; eyes bewildered as he studied you with only half a mind to consider the risks. He could just pull out, right? Right. He knew that much. If he hadn’t been buried inside of you, he probably would have turned the offer down, but here he was. Right now, he wanted nothing more, so instead of objecting, he closed his mouth and nodded in agreement. You couldn’t help but smile. He was so cute.

“First, let’s get these off of you,” you told him, and carefully lifted his glasses off his face, setting them on the bedside table. “And this one follows.” Your hands returned to the hem of his shirt. He wasn’t late to push off the wall and helping get rid of his shirt, discarding it on the floor.

Miyuki reached for your shirt but hesitated, looking up at you. With a harder roll of your hips against his, you nodded in agreement and soon your shirt was discarded on the floor with his own. For a moment, as he was faced with your chest, he just stared. He’d never been one to stare, but you looked so good, and he had to bite his lip to refrain from just diving face-first into your chest. But instead, you picked that very moment to get off of his lap, his cock slapping against his lower abdomen accompanied by a soft whine from Miyuki himself.

“Second, we’re going to need this one off too,” you told him teasingly, but before you could reach out to help, Miyuki was discarding of the rubber as well. As he did so, you laid back on the bed and rested on your elbows, eyeing him up in challenge. Bending one knee and spreading that leg out to the side, you sent him a little smirk. “Show me what you’ve got, Pretty Boy.”

Miyuki wasted no time before he shoved off the wall and all but crawled over you. The hunger and excitement in his eyes had you chuckle softly as you beckoned him closer with a finger. His cheeks were red, his lips swollen and glistened in the dim light of the room. When he was in reach, you snatched his chin and brought his face to yours.

“You’re adorable, do you know that?” you whispered, and the red of his cheek deepened so fast and so intensely that you almost laughed again. Instead, you tilted your head up and caught his lips. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging onto the flesh of Miyuki’s ass, pulling him closer.

Feeling the mattress shift, you opened your eyes just slightly, watching as Miyuki reached down between your bodies. For a moment you let him try an align himself at your entrance, but with his eyes closed and lips locked with yours, that proved to be a difficult task. Miyuki’s eyes sprung open when your hand wrapped around his at the base of his cock. You broke the kiss and moved your head to the side of his, lips just shy of his ear.

“Let me help you,” you breathed against his ear. Steady and keeping his gaze locked with yours, you guide his hand until you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. You felt him already slipping inside from just a gentle buck of your hips. “Good boy,” you praise as Miyuki slips in further. Slick and his own precum made for a smooth entrance and soon enough, he made it all the way inside. Your hands settled on each side of his face, and you felt the catcher shudder when he’d bottomed out inside.

“Shit—” Supporting himself with both hands, one on each side of your face, Miyuki’s face scrunched up in your hands. “I need—I’m gonna—Fuck.”

“Not yet,” you told him and let your hands travel down the sides of his neck. “Need you to be a good boy, okay?” Even as he nods, you give him a moment to collect himself. You may enjoy teasing him, but not if it meant your shared fun would end right then and there. So, you lifted your head and placed your lips against his, letting your nails scrape lightly over his hard torso. His lips moved against yours and you almost yelped in surprise when Miyuki angled his head and deepened the kiss. He was learning, and you couldn’t help but smirk into the kiss as you clenched down around him, and he moaned into the kiss.

When Miyuki’s body loosened up from the tension that’d held him locked in place, you ground your hips against his. Digging your heels into his skin, you sparked him into motion. With a hard exhale, Miyuki tryingly pulled back out. His breathing shuddered against your lips as he pushed back in. You lifted your hips to meet his thrust, and when he repeated the movement, so did you, slowly working together. By chance, Miyuki shifted and hit something deep inside of you that had you throwing your head back, breaking the kiss. Your moan had Miyuki’s cock twitching inside of you.

As if spurred on by the sound he’d ripped from your throat, Miyuki picked up his pace, a bit of his usual confidence showing its face. Miyuki may not have much experience, if any when it came to sex, but he did know how to read people. So, when you’d let a moan slip, he clearly knew he’d done something right. He’d hit something, and he couldn’t wait to hit it again.

Miyuki’s head dropped to your shoulder as he increased his pace and relentlessly fucked into you. His moans mingling with yours in a sweet symphony, accompanied by the wet squelching between your bodies. Seeking leverage, your hands settled on his shoulders and fingers dug into his skin as his thrusts met with your own.

Instinct took over and Miyuki’s thrusts turned frantic, and you knew where it was leading. But you also didn’t find it in you to deny him once more. Probably mostly, because what he did with those hips of his, felt good. And you just couldn’t bear to stop him, for either of your sakes. Instead, you wound your legs a little tighter around his middle and pulled him closer, drawing a deep groan from him. His lips found your neck, teeth scraping against your skin, right above your beating pulse. Your walls tightened around him drawing him in further.

“I can’t—”

“I know,” you moaned, cutting him off before he could finish speaking. One of your hands snaked down between you, reaching for your clit, and rubbing circles around your nub.

“I need—” Miyuki tried pulling back, but you only tightened your hold on him further. Clamping down and pushing him closer with your legs around his body.

“Do it,” you urged into his ear and dug your fingers harder into his skin.

“What’re—Please—” His hips ground against you, as your legs held him firmly against you until you could no longer fit your hand in between you two, not letting him pull back. Rolling his hips in small circles against you, his moans turned high-pitched. Whiny. “Let—Let me out, I’m gonna—”

“Come on, cum for me, Pretty Boy.” Miyuki’s teeth sunk into your shoulder and his eyes screwed shut, drilling into you hard. You clenched around him once more, and he let you go with a loud moan. One hand slid into his hair and pulled his lips to yours in a wet clash. Then you pulled back. “Cum for me.”

“Shit—you f—Okay, fine!” Miyuki ground his hips against you harder, and the blissed grin on your face told him, that this was exactly what you’d wanted all along. “Take all—all of it—” With stuttering hips and his vision blurring. White. He clenched his teeth, as he released inside of you, painting your insides, and fucking his cum into you deeper. Your own head thrown back as his thrusts start to slow.

Coming down from his high, he seemed to realize you hadn’t reached your edge, and from the sheepish look on his face, you knew his felt bad. You couldn’t help but chuckle a little. Yes, he’d come fast and the both of you knew, but you also both knew that he was very new to this, so a little bit of encouragement seemed fitting. So, you sent him a smirk and clenched down on his softening cock, before he had the chance to pull out.

“Don’t worry,” you told him, rocking your hips against him, and feeling his cock twitching inside. “There’s always round two, Pretty Boy.”

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[prettyiwa]

Miyuki Kazuya x AFAB!Reader Content Tags: Domestic Sex, Sleepy Sex, Sleepy Kazuya's a Fuckin SAP!~, Hints of Orgasm Denial, Hints of Overstimulation, Creampie Word Count: 850

@princesskazuya, @no1frogfan

Kazuya doesn't like how late you work. It's not too bad, considering you do most of your work at home—you're always out of the office by four each afternoon—but the time he gets to see you is so limited as it is. He doesn't like the long hours of practice that keep him away, even in the off season, and he doesn't like the long hours of work that keep you busy in the time that remains. He loves each of his games, though he hates that they mean he's away for three to six days depending on the schedule.

When he's home, he wants to spend that time with you.

Lately, you've been tasked big projects, one right after the other, ones that will help rocket you to the top if done right, so he often finds himself going to bed without you. You try to remind him that he wakes up beside you each morning, but that doesn't stop him from being greedy.

But.

With all his bemoaning aside, he's found something he quite likes in this new (annoying) schedule of yours.

You come to bed close to one or two each morning, a few hours after he's already been asleep, always trying to remain quiet for him. You'll slip under the covers beside him, warm like the furnace you are, and, without fail, he'll wrap his arms around you until you're pressed firmly back to chest. Most nights that you do this, you'll come to bed in your underwear and one of his pullovers. Once or twice you've come to bed in just your underwear.

When your ass is pressed against his crotch and you squirm against him to get comfortable, it's nearly impossible for sleepy Kazuya to stop himself from getting hard. His hands will start wandering, mapping out the body he knows almost as well as his own. You almost always push your ass into him, almost always give him a sharp inhale when you feel how much he needs you. There've only been a few times wherein you've stopped him when his fingers slip past the band of your underwear.

So hungry, just like him.

You get wet for him so easily, legs parting to let him roam, to gather your slick before he rubs your clit. It's a little lazy, but it always does the job.

By the time you get close to cumming for him, he's completely awake. His grip on you is sure, though his movements are still conservative. Without fail, you whine for him when he pulls away, though you know he'll be inside you in just a moment.

He tells you it's because he's tired while you tell him it's because he's impatient (both are equally true), but he only undresses so far until he's free, only pushes your underwear to the side as much as he needs. Some days you feel like heaven, perfectly made for him like he's sure he's made for you. Some days, sinking into you feels like coming home, like he's been gone too long and this is an irreplaceable comfort he's needed. (You can blame the sleep for his sappiness, but you never do). Regardless, the sounds you make are always just what he needs to continue.

So luscious, your keens. So wonderful, the quiet moans that escape your parted lips. A lovely, breathy sound, kept low to keep quiet, something he only hears at this time of night.

He fucks you with slow, disjointed thrusts, but you always meet them, chasing after your own end after he's robbed you of it. Some nights, he cums as soon as you do, unable to keep going because you feel too fucking good and his control's fucking shot. You don't mind when he fills you up before slowly pulling out, feeling his cum leak out of you before excusing yourself to the bathroom.

Other nights, you're too much and he can't get enough, pushing past the sleep that clings to the back of his mind. He'll grab a condom from the nightstand drawer and you'll roll until you're ass up, face down, waiting for him to fuck you into the mattress. It's a little game you two play—how quiet can you keep to avoid waking the neighbors while he gives you rolling orgasms, one right after the other, pushing past his limit.

On occasion, sleep's hold is too great, but he's no less hard and you're no less wet. You'll climb on top and ride him nice and slow, more in it for prolonging your pleasure than for either of you to climax, not that he's ever going to complain. Being close and intimate with you like this is enough.

This time of night brings out a side of you he doesn't get to see in the light of day. These moments feel intimate, like whispered secrets between the two of you, well enough away from the world that no one can dare steal.

He hates to admit it, but he's grown rather fond of your late night returns to bed.

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[boohaitani]

my baseball nerd | miyuki kazuya x reader

summary: in which kazuya is just being the baseball nerd he is

word count: about 500

just fluff <33

The sound of the television filled the room as Kazuya sat on the couch, his eyes glued to the baseball game playing out on the screen. Y/N joined him, curious about the intensity in his gaze as he watched every pitch and analyzed every play.

"Kazuya, you're such a baseball nerd," she teased, nudging him playfully.

He turned to her with a mischievous smile, not taking his eyes off the game. "Well, Y/N, it's not every day you get to witness the brilliance of the game firsthand. There's so much strategy, technique, and skill involved. It's fascinating."

Y/N chuckled, leaning closer to him. "I'll never understand your obsession with baseball, but I do love seeing your passion for it. You light up when you talk about the game."

Kazuya's eyes twinkled with excitement. "It's more than just a game, Y/N. It's a beautiful dance between the pitcher and the batter, a battle of wits and athleticism. Each pitch holds the potential for greatness or disappointment. And as a catcher, I get a front-row seat to all of it."

Y/N leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms playfully. "I suppose I should consider myself lucky to have a baseball nerd for a boyfriend. At least you'll always have something to talk about."

Kazuya's grin widened as he turned to her, his eyes filled with enthusiasm. "Oh, Y/N, you have no idea. I could talk about baseball for hours. The strategies, the statistics, the rivalries—it's endless. And I won't hesitate to educate you on the intricacies of the game."

She rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation. "Please, spare me the baseball lectures. I might just fall asleep."

He pretended to be offended, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Fall asleep? My passionate discussions about baseball are riveting, Y/N. I promise you won't be able to tear your eyes away."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Alright, Kazuya, I'll humor you. Just don't be too disappointed when I start daydreaming about other things."

He feigned shock, his eyes widening. "How dare you? Baseball should be the only thing occupying your mind at all times!"

Their banter continued throughout the game, with Kazuya passionately explaining various plays and Y/N playfully teasing him about his obsession. It was a familiar dance between them, a playful back-and-forth that brought joy and laughter to their relationship.

As the game reached its climax, Kazuya's excitement grew, his eyes never leaving the screen. Y/N watched him, marveling at his childlike enthusiasm and unwavering dedication to the sport he loved.

"You know," she said, breaking the playful banter for a moment, "your passion for baseball is one of the things I love about you. It's a part of who you are, and I wouldn't change it for the world."

Kazuya turned to her, a soft smile on his face. "And your acceptance of my baseball nerdiness is one of the things I love about you. You embrace all parts of me, even the ones that might seem a little strange."

Y/N leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Well, someone has to keep you grounded, right?"

He chuckled, his eyes still glinting with excitement. "I suppose you're right. And who knows, maybe one day you'll find yourself caught up in the magic of baseball too."

Y/N grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Never say never, Kazuya. With you by my side, anything is possible."

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[4kominato]

but why does it always have to be full send sex or full send fluff

give me fluff gone wrong like fluff unintentionally gives him a b*ner and he's embarrassed and its totally adorable and then severe sexual tension

the end

and why am i not writing this myself you say? ... good question...

#honestly... #someone write a jamil like this #bc like #idk why #the full send smuts make me cringe #like and its not the writing #im sure the writing is great #i just cant do it #LOL #jamil viper #twisted wonderland #actually #i would like this for daiya as well #daiya no ace #*SIGH* #kuri speaks #shit post

[i-luv-yuu]

Hey everyone, I’m back with a new form of content, it’s a newly published podcast I did with my brother on how to live life after a death of a loved one commemorating our mother’s suicide on Mother’s Day. I would greatly appreciate a listen or a share! If the podcast gets 30 new listeners, I’ll release an update on the highly requested NFSW Kuroo x reader smut, Elevator Escapades as well as another update on my Daiya no ace angst, What You Left Behind both within this month!!! So if you want an update for those fics, PLEASE give it a listen and share it with your friends and family! It’s available aible on multiple platforms such as Apple podcast and Spotify and many more!!

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[yatengarasu]

Let me be yours (7548 words) by Anonymous Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ダイヤのA | Daiya no A | Ace of Diamond Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun Characters: Miyuki Kazuya, Sawamura Eijun, Various Seidou Characters Additional Tags: Female Sawamura Eijun, attempted humor, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Vaginal Sex, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, just a bit of exhibitionism, Miyuki is like borderline yandere so, anyway, back on my, beatboxes, bullshit, Love Confessions Summary:

“Miyuki has a girlfriend!”

Eijun spits out the rice that she has stuffed into her mouth, spraying the grains all over Furuya’s face as she whips her head around to stare cat-eyed at the third years’ dining table.

The entire room grows silent, before it erupts into gasps and protests, because how dare that bastard get a girlfriend before the rest of them!

#smut #daiya no ace #fic rec #dna rec #Rule 63 #fem!eijun #misawa #one shot

[koushuwu]

*:･ﾟ✧ MAYBE FOREVER

content (warnings): afab!reader, cunnilingus, overstimulation, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, best friends to lovers, overstimulation (m!receiving), unprotected sex, inexperienced!eijun, premature ejaculation, feels, missionary, riding, assertive!reader, fade to black.

『•• sawamura eijun | words: 2,5k | daiya masterlist ••』

summary: finally the culmination of yours and eijuns night out. of your confessions. and of the longing that the both of you seemed to have shared unbeknownst to the other.

huge thanks to @heroesfan101 & @owoasis for beta reading for me. ily!

pt. 1 | pt. 2

it hadn’t taken eijun long to maneuver the two of you around, pushing your back against the sheets of your small bed. not once had he broken the kiss as he did, hungry for more. desperate for it. for everything you’d give. for you.

with you splayed out on the bed, eijun was hit by old memories of you. or well, of the times he’d yearned for you over the years, stubbornly writing it off as more curiosity. like the time where you’d bought a new summer dress and he’d struggled not to let his gaze linger on your chest or your legs for too long. like the times you’d play catch with him, indulging in his passion and making him wish to reach out and put his hands in yours, instead of the ball. the time where the train home had been so crowded that your frame had been nestled against his, the limited space forcing him to place his arm around your middle. all the times your scent had filled his nostrils when you hugged. when you touched his arm to get his attention. truthfully, how he’d managed to keep himself in denial for so long, was a mystery that eijun didn’t have half a mind to figure out. especially not with you looking at him like that. because when you were indeed looking at him with those eyes, he wanted nothing more than to please.

his t-shirt was still nestled against your skin, covering your body save for the sliver of skin where it had ridden up on your stomach. where it exposed both you and the panties you still wore underneath. panties that eijun longed to rid you of. panties that, while cute, in eijun’s opinion obscured the most wonderful view he’d never even dreamt of laying his eyes upon. yet, here he was, with a soft tingle in the very tip of his fingers that silently begged him to clear the view. to clear the way. to touch. caress. to feel and be felt.

“you’re sure?” he asked, as if you hadn’t already reassured him plenty. as if you hadn’t already explicitly told him to take you. he still asked and you let out a heavy sigh as you grabbed him by the neck, and pulled him in. lips just shy of pressed together, the ghost of a kiss as you take his hand in yours, eyes intently locked on his.

“yes,” you said, gently yet firmly guiding his hand to the hem of your panties. further. just underneath the waistband. “i’m sure.” and then you kissed him. you kissed him with intent that eijun wanted nothing more than to savor in his heart forever. you kissed him and his fingers twitched the moment he found you. shit. delicious. utterly delicious and eijun wanted more, so he broke the kiss, mouth watering at the thought of what else he could use his mouth for. he wanted to know and he wanted to try. everything that his mouth could do for you. for him. because this— this was all for you and for him.

eijun’s lips attached to your jaw. your neck. tongue tasting your skin as he relished in the sweet arch of your back, lifting you off the bed enough that eijun could push up the t-shirt and expose more of your skin to him. nipping, licking, kissing, tasting, discovering. eijun traveled. eagerly swayed by the urge that tugged him downward. as he moved, eijun wanted nothing more than to savor the way your breathing grew heavier, with every touch of his lips to your skin. the hitch when his tongue softly traced your skin on his way south. his own breathing matching yours, when your hand slid into his hair. he smiled against your abdomen. couldn’t help it. especially when your nails scraped softly against his scalp, as he placed a kiss to your hip, eager to finally rid of your panties and put his lips to the sweet promise that beckoned him.

“yes,” you repeated the moment eijun looked up from his spot between your legs. as if you knew the exact question that rested at the tip of his tongue, and threatened to spill. as if you knew him, saw him, before he even got the chance to expose himself to you. but that one word was what he needed. all he needed. exactly what he needed. permission as much as an urging for him to do something. and he did.

eager fingers made quick work of your panties, haphazardly discarding them on the floor. part of eijun wanted to take his time with you, to prolong the pleasure and the time he got to spend with you. but eijun wasn’t exactly a very patient guy. so the other half of him, the one currently screaming at the top of its lungs, was pulling and dragging and pushing. fighting with all of it’s might, urging him to dive in and indulge in you and ultimately in his own pleasure through yours. it wasn’t even a fair fight between the two parts of him. in fact it wasn’t even a fight at all. the part of him wanting to go slow backed and cowered at the sheer force, presented by that other half of him. and thus he indulged the desire. heeding its call, and dove face first, into your lap.

the breathless whine that escaped from your lips when his tongue swiped between your folds was intoxicating. invigorating. electrifying to such a degree, that it made eijun’s mind spin. rapidly. there was nothing he wanted more, at that moment, than to make you feel good, and to hear you whining like that again. eager, he lapped at your hole. your clit. sucked, licked, nibbled. all in a frantic search for anything that would make you do it again. your fingers curled in his hair, holding on tight as your thighs quivered, threatening to trap him between them. and oh how he wanted to be. how he wanted to feel your legs tighten around him, and hold him in place. as if spurred by those thoughts, eijun moved to your clit as one finger found your entrance. tighten. clench. he wanted to feel you clench around him. and you did, when he pushed that one finger inside, eliciting a sound so delicious from your lips.

he must be doing something right, to be granted such sweet of a noise. for him. and for his ears alone. he wanted more. he wanted, he wanted, he wanted. but he knew that he had to be patient. at least for just a little bit. and he fought. he really did. forcing himself to wait and work you open.

with a slow, experimental curl of his fingers, he was sure he’d lose it when you keened and bucked into him. you liked that, he concluded. so he did it again, and the way you clenched around his fingers was almost too much for him to take. the entire culmination of the most intoxicating thing he’d ever tasted and the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard. the needy throbbing of his own cock and years worth of want he’d never even dared acknowledge. the flowering love in the pit of his stomach, like a bud that finally sees the light, finally blooming, thriving in the warmth. it was all too much and for a moment he was scared he might just burst way too soon. but then your hand caressed his cheek and he opened his eyes to look at you, not even realizing he’s closed them, and it all washed away. there was nothing to be scared of. he was safe. you were safe. with him. for him. together, the both of you were safe.

“come to me,” you rasped, and he knew in that moment that whatever you asked, he’d give it to you. he’d give you anything and everything. and as much as he wanted to salvage the taste of you forever, he knew he wanted to give himself to you more. and so he did, moving further up on the bed, towards your waiting lips. your beautiful, wonderful lips. before he could capture those perfect lips, you wrapped your arms around his neck, legs around his waist of leaned up, breath ticking the skin of his cheek. his neck. his ear. “let’s do it,” you whispered into his ear, making him shudder, even with that light, playful tone. his best friend. still his best friend, even now. even here, scarcely dressed and with your arousal lingering on his tongue. you were still his best friend. a thought that felt both comforting and welcome. he smiled, letting out a breathy laugh as he rested his forehead against your collarbone.

“whatever you want,” he said. he confessed. anything. everything. he breathed you in, the familiar scent tinged with something new and raw that made his cock twitch. “you can have it,” he added, strained by his need and desperation for you.

“good. because i want you,” you said, and let your fingers trail from his scalp, over his neck and down his back. your nails raking his skin, causing shivers down his spine. “i’ve waited long enough. don’t you think?” you added after a pause, and eijun nodded. yeah. you had. of course you had.

from there on, eijun didn’t remember how his underwear had ended up on the floor. he didn’t remember how his t-shirt had been hiked up over your chest; only that he’d sucked in a breath when he took in the sight. he didn’t remember when you’d reached down between the two of you, only that your hand was wrapped firmly around the base of his cock. that you’d pumped him a couple of times, before pulling him closer with your thighs around his waist and your heels digging into his flesh. he didn’t remember because instead his mind zoned in on the taste of you, the closeness, the touch of your skin against his, the glistening sweat on both your bodies. your scent. his scent. the wet slick when you positioned his cock against your opening. the groan that tore from his throat and fanned over the crook of your neck as he buried himself against it. as he pushed, and in turn buried himself in your cunt as well. you took him in, inviting, moaning high pitched at the feeling of him. throbbing, pulsing and spreading you open.

“shit.” his breath was ragged when he felt you around him. when he heard the sweet tones of your voice beckoning him to lose himself in you. but he couldn’t. he stopped, cock sheathed inside of you. “give me– ah– wait,” he panted against your neck. you felt so good. so delicious. the entire thing was too much for him to handle. your taste, your scent, your voice, you. you, wrapped around his cock so wet and tight, that he felt like he might burst at any moment. he couldn’t do that. couldn’t let it be over. not yet. not yet, not yet, not yet. he just needed– needed– a moment.

you didn’t give him a moment. you clenched down on him, with your arms wrapped around his neck. you rocked your hips up to draw him impossibly closer. deeper. he moaned. a low, desperate sound that he himself didn’t even recognize. “wait,” he begged. but you didn’t listen.

“i already waited. eijun, i waited,” you told him, speaking into his hair. “for years, i’ve waited. for you.” you tightened around him and his cock throbbed. hard. he moaned, tensed,  and dug his teeth into your shoulder. you yelped in surprise. surprise, and the rush of pleasure that rippled through you at the sensation. and then he went still.

“please,” he pleaded, voice barely above a whisper. please wait. please just a moment. please hold me. please give me more. please. please. he whimpered when your arms slid from around him, to instead cup his face between your hands, tilting his head until he were looking at you, eyes glassy. 

“eijun–” you started, but he squeezed his eyes shut.

“if you don’t stop doing that, i’m going to come right now,” he finally grit out. and unfortunately for him, you were always one for a challenge.

he should have known. but he didn’t realize. he didn’t even understand what was happening, before you’d moved, slipped from him, only giving him enough time to hiss at the loss of contact, before you had him on his back, his hands already settled on your hips as you hovered mere inches above him. how it happened, he didn’t know. and he didn’t care. because all he cared about was the look on your face. the feeling of your hand around his cock, and he looked down just in time to watch the way he slowly disappeared between your folds, as you sunk down on him. he didn’t have time to think. to brace himself and his hips bucked on their own accord, and he tensed. shit, shit, shit. shit. shit. yes. and then. silence. and when he came to, and finally opened one of his eyes, he found you atop of him, smirking.

“did you just—?” you asked, trailing off. teasing.

“i’m sorry,” he muttered in response, a dim shade of shame tinging his words. no, not shame. bashfulness. “i told you not to move.” for a moment you watched him. your gaze making his cheeks heat up.

“well,” you said, lips stretching into a wicked grin. and then you rolled your hips. eijun hissed, fingers digging into you. he sucked in a breath. you did it again. his eyes screwed shut. “i hope you’ve still got some of that stamina from the diamond in you. because i could go for one more,” you added when his eyes widened. and then you rocked against him again. and again.

“shit–” eijun’s grip tightened. you stalled and cupped his cheek. he opened his eyes, gazing up at you through his lashes. you were beautiful. truly a sight to behold. something he wanted to be able to look at forever. someone that he never wanted to let slip through his grasp. and you felt just as beautiful. maybe even too beautiful. so beautiful it stung. but he never wanted to be without it. without you. it was– it was–

“you okay?” you asked, and eijun shuddered. he nodded, even as he winced at the drag of your walls over his cock. the sensitive head. the aching vein running along his shaft. he nodded. because even as you were too beautiful to look at and felt so good it was almost painful, he didn’t want to be without it. without you. without your touch. maybe– maybe he could just stay here forever? you rolled your hips against him again, and your lips slotted against his, and it was all too good. too much. so good. not enough. his hips stuttered as his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips. so, so good. too good. he whined as he felt every inch of you. wishing he could stay here forever. wishing he could keep you all to himself now and forever. yeah. he loved you today. and he would love you tomorrow. and maybe. maybe forever.

#fanfic #sawamura eijun #sawamura eijun x reader #sawamura eijun x reader smut #sawamura eijun smut #daiya no ace #daiya no ace smut #daiya no ace fanfic #uh— what do i even tag #who knows #i guess that’s fine or whatever

[tettatonin]

AND TO HEAVEN AGAIN (REUPLOAD) ︰ kuramochi , jun , tetsu , ryousuke

⠀⠀⠀⠀— more kinks and favorite things ♡

cws: 18+ NSFW MDNI. fem!reader. unprotected sex. KURAMOCHI: squirting, overstimulation. JUN: quickie, oral (f receiving). TETSU: breeding, daddy kink, cervix kissing. RYOUSUKE: pussy job, fingering, cum play.

notes: part 2 to my previous daiya post but this time w the 4th years <33 chris was also in the og post but i wanted to make his part longer so that'll be another thing in the future

KURAMOCHI YOUICHI

+ SQUIRTING. BACK SHOTS. ever since he found out about squirting, youichi's been pent up on making you cum hard enough to do it. and now when both of you have an ample amount of time for yourselves, he takes his time with you, making you cum all over the sheets just before he flips you over and pounds your from behind. he just loves how he can slide so easily into you, being able to bottom out without prep and watching the ripple of your ass with every thrust.

"youichi, fuck— not so hard." you whine, your thighs trembling while he fingers you harshly, making sure to bully that velvety spot in you.

"come on, pretty. 'm not gonna stop 'til i get what i want." he replies.

"'s too much, youichi." you pant, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth when you feel your climax build up all over again, only this time much worse. "wait, stop— gonna- gonna make a mess."

youichi fixes himself, propping himself up higher to watch the way your thighs tremble and shake the closer you get to your climax.

"let go, 's okay." he assures, brushing a bit of hair out of your face before giving you a kiss. "don't worry 'bout it, 'kay? cum for me, wanna see you cum like that all over me."

your head dips back into the pillow, your mouth parting into a silent scream as you gush all over his hand. he watches with a satisfied expression across his face, peppering your cheeks with kisses until he reaches your lips.

"fuck, that was hot." he mutters against your lips before sloppily kissing you in your afterglow, fingers curling gently inside you to help ride out your high before pulling out.

you rest your arm over your eyes. as you catch your breath you feel the weight of the bed shift. peeking under your forearm, you watch your boyfriend stroke himself between your legs.

you're about to protest but he grabs a hold of your hips, lazily flipping you over onto your stomach and kneeling between your thighs. he leans over to kiss along your shoulders and back, his hands kneading the flesh of your ass before pulling it up by your hips.

"one more for me." he whispers, lining the tip of his cock to your entrance.

you bury your face in the sheets as he enters, the both of you gasping at the feeling.

"shit, that's good." he sighs, hands planted on your ass cheeks as he maintains a steady rhythm.

your breathless moans and whines were muffled in the sheets while youichi's grunts and groans bounced off the bedroom walls. he props himself up on one leg, angling himself to thrust into you deeper until he came just the way he wanted to.

ISASHIKI JUN

+ QUICKIES. ORAL. jun likes the idea of messing you up right before you have somewhere to be. whether you're already in the parking lot or just about to walk out the door, he'll bunch your skirt up to your waist and push your panties aside like muscle memory. he could care less if he's taken care of, you have somewhere important to be and he just wanted to calm your nerves with his face in his favorite place; between your legs.

"jun, wait." you protest, pulling away from the kiss he trapped you in when your back hit the door. "right now? seriously? i'm gonna be late."

"late? your shit's not until one, its still noon." he replies between kisses, attacking your neck while teasingly lifting your skirt between his thumb and forefinger. "besides, i'm drivin' you. i'll be damned if you're late."

he palms at your sex, the heel of his hand grinding on your clit while his middle finger teases your hole through the fabric of your panties. a pleasured sigh escapes you, moving your hips for some more friction.

"make it quick." you mutter, quickly pulling your skirt up higher past your hips. jun lowers himself, letting out a low whistle at the thigh highs held up by the suspenders of your garter belt.

"run out of pantyhose, babe?" he comments with a cocky grin across his face. "don't see ya wear stockings too often."

you lean against the door, body tensing up when you feel his stubble brush against your inner thighs. he pushes your panties aside, wasting no time and popping two fingers into his mouth before pushing them into you. letting out a satisfied hum at how tight you are, your walls sucking him in as he pumps them slowly.

"gotta relax for me. don'tcha got an interview later? can't talk to those people tense, y'know?" he lifts your leg up from under your knee, letting it rest on his shoulder to move his face deeper between your thighs.

his lips latch onto your clit, sucking on it while his fingers curl to your sweet spot, waiting for you to relax. he groans when he gets a taste of you. the flavor was nothing new, but it made his cock throb every time it touched his tongue. his free hand reaches down, undoing the zipper of his pants to slowly pump at his length.

as you relax, his pace quickens. tongue and fingers working to like clockwork to make you cum, matching the pace with his other hand to keep up with you.

"there, jun, right there." you whine, dipping your head back when your stomach tightens at the feeling.

you rest your hand on his head when he pulls away for air. your fingers lace through his hair to gently push him closer again, the worry of being late making you urge him to go harder.

jun furrows his brows at your push, pumping his fingers in and out of you with all his energy while his tongue flicks at your clit. the grip he had on his dick tightens, trying to mimic the way your walls close around him the closer you get to release.

"fuck, fuck, g'nna cum—" your mouth parts in a silent scream as you do, thighs twitching around his head as he pulls away. wetness covers him from his mouth to his chin as he pants out curses, spilling all over his own hand to the sight of your swollen clit and dripping cunt.

YUUKI TETSUYA

+ BREEDING. DADDY KINK. tetsu never really thought he had any kinks to begin with, considering himself pretty vanilla other than his favorable habit of cumming inside way more than he should. you let the nickname slip once, it was unintentional but everyday after that he'd get hard thinking about it. the word now replacing his name whenever you share an intimate moment, the chant of it having a euphoric effect on him. so much so he just can't help filling you up each time.

tetsu's thrusts were hard, a kiss to your cervix almost every time. one of his hands was secured to the the headboard, his veins popping and his knuckles turning white. the wood of the headboard’s nearly about to give in from how much its banging against the wall.

"you feel so good." he mutters, gazing down at you with low lidded eyes.

"daddy... wanna cum." you whine, the knot in your stomach tightening.

his free hand comes too caress your cheek, his thumb parting your lips and hooking into your mouth, letting your moans and cries free.

"louder," he commands, picking up the pace. "show me how much you wanna cum."

the headboard's beat against the wall matches the snap of his hips to yours, the complaints from your neighbors are already flashing in your head but tetsu doesn't seem to care. he's blocking it all out until he got what he wanted.

your arms were hooked under his, nails pressing crescents into his shoulders and slowly raking down his back the tighter the band in your stomach got. chants of 'daddy' and 'so good' filled the room until it snapped, your legs wrapping tight around his waist.

he lets out a strained groan, moving his hips slower to let you ride out your high before turning to quick shallow thrusts, chasing after his high while your walls spasm around him.

"don't— don't spill a drop." he pants.

when the band in his stomach snaps he using the last of his energy to press the tip as close as he can to your cervix, cum hot and thick inside you as he finishes.

tetsu's breath shakes as he comes down from his high, kissing up your neck until he meets your lips in a passionate kiss. his tense arms relaxing as he lays on his side, chest heaving with heavy breaths.

KOMINATO RYOUSUKE

+ PUSSY JOBS. CUM PLAY. ryou loves you, you think so at least. he's kissing you and holding your hand out in public but behind the closed doors of your bedroom, he'll deny you of the simplest requests. he'll touch your body with so much want but never go all the way, rubbing his cock between your folds like a punishment until he's cumming, spreading it all over you right after.

your hands were planted on the wall, nails looking for something to dig into while your head hung between your shoulders and your thighs pressed together, ryou's cock sliding between them and your folds. his chest flush against your back with his hands gripped at your hips, controlling the push and pull of them.

he tucks a bit of hair behind your ear to whisper lowly into it. "y'know i love you, baby," he says. the same hand grabs at your forearm, pulling it away from your desperate attempt to get off and stretching as far as it can go to keep it from struggling. "but you're gonna have to wait a bit."

you shake your head, looking back with pleading eyes as impatience burns in your gut and you push your ass back on him with a whispered 'please', hoping he'd take the hint.

"hey, hey," ryou sneers, pausing his movement and pressing his body up against you in return. 

your tits flatten up against the wall and your forearm presses into your back. "don't be so impatient, sweetheart. just keep drippin' all over my cock like that ‘n—" he pauses, panting hot breath on your ear as he mutters a curse when his sensitivity heightens. "shit, 'm close."

"ryou, please. do it inside at least." you plead, but of course he doesn't listen.

his pace builds up and at the stutter of his hips, he pulls back for release. cock resting between your ass cheeks as he cums pools onto your lower back with a strained groan, milking the remains while his forehead rests on your shoulder.

when he comes down from his high, ryou backs up onto the bed with a dry laugh, pushing his hair back before pulling you onto his lap by your hips.

"sorry," he mutters with a sly smile, pressing kisses onto your shoulder like an apology. "pussy's just too good."

two fingers scoop into the pool of cum on your lower back before you rest against his chest. with his free hand he parts your thighs, the other following suit as you watch him rub cum covered fingers along your pussy.

"you wanted it inside, right?" he asks, already pushing his fingers into you and pumping at a steady pace. "should've fucked you instead if i knew you were this tight." he jokes when your walls tighten, and maybe he would've if he had the energy for it.

his fingers alternates between dipping into you and gathering more of your slick, spreading the mixture all over you. he peers over your shoulder, watching himself draw circles onto your clit with hungry eyes. you can feel his cock twitch behind your back, undoubtedly getting hard again.

"messy," he murmurs with a smirk, curling his fingers up to your sweet spot. "so fuckin' messy."

ryou's stomach tightens at your moans, muttering sweet nothings and quickening his pace to get you closer to your release.

"fuck, fuck! ryou, cumming— 'm cumming," your back arches off him, hips rocking into his hand to ride out your high.

when he pulls out of you, a mix of your wetness and his cum coats his fingers. the mixture webbing between his fingers and he sighs at the sight, bringing his hand to your mouth for your lips to case around them obediently, sucking with fervor.

TAGLIST: @dearkamiya @harusick @21-06-1996 @1990-06-12

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[hannahhbic]

here’s some krmy smut, short and sweet. 🤍

#daiya no ace #ace of diamond #diamond no ace #kuramiyu #trans miyuki kazuya #adhd miyuki kazuya #year of daiya writing challenge #my fic #my writing

[prettyiwa]

!!!!!!! i would like to ask for mochi - play with me, for the WIP ask/tag game 👉🏼👈🏼

AHAHAHA I thought you might wanna know about the Mochi one~ I actually shared the bulk of this with you, but I can share some of the dialogue notes I have for it!

"Something worth looking at?" "Well, yeah. First, I've never been one to shy away from something so pretty. Second, you're Kuramochi Youichi. I'd say you're definitely someone worth looking at." "Wait. You know who I am?" "Shortstop for the Seibu Lions." "Ah. So you a fan of the team or something?" "Nah, just you. You could play with anyone and that'd be my team." ... "So. Whadja think of the show? Mind if I ask who you came to see?" "Wish I could say I came to see you, but my friends dragged me here. The show was great. The music was fantastic and the energy you guys put out was like nothing I've ever seen before." "Yeah?" "Hell yeah. I'm definitely thinking of coming to another one." "Please do. I enjoy having people like you in the audience. So tell me: any part in particular that you liked?" "Yeah... you."

Bonus:

Quick & dirty make out in the cramped space of one of the venue's closets, interrupted by a phone call from her drummer:

"Yeah, you good to get home? We got everything else except your bass." "I'm good. You guys taking off already?" "Since it's my van and I wanna leave, yeah, we are. I assume you're goin' home with that guy you were eye-fuckin' in the crowd?" (turning to Mochi) "I don't know, am I?" (Mochi) "I'm nowhere near fuckin' done with you yet." "Yeah, that's a safe assumption. If you don't hear from me in the morning〜" "Yeah, yeah. I'll assume you're dead."

#📨.incoming #💜.mica #okay as sweet as this one is most of what i have plotted is smut #it's to make up for everything i put him through okay? #i very much missed the chaos of bassist!readers so i had to bring it back for mochi #✒.ix writes #pwm #daiya no ace x reader #kuramochi youichi x reader #daiya.✒

[lazuliquetzal]

thanks @bobafett for the tag i love tag games SO much

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What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Reflection -- a classic AA Batteries -- my beloved Dawn of the Fourth -- *evil cackling* ain't no rest for the wicked -- oh my god do people still click on this Denial and Deterioration -- I SWEAR I'M STILL WORKING ON IT I ACTUALLY ADDED TO THE DOC LIKE 3 DAYS AGO

Do you respond to comments? I try to! I try to catch every comment, but if a fic is on the older side and the comment isn't super long, I sometimes don't reply. Not because I don't like the comment (i love all comments i love you all) but because if a fic is not fresh in my brain I don't have much to say

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? DO NOT READ IT, but it's the shadows we cast. I was fifteen. I'm not linking it on here. It's still on my AO3 because I'm not a coward, but I'm also not very brave, so like, don't read my high school fic, you've been warned.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Candid? That one is SUPER fluffy, which is not normally my style, but you know, sometimes you just gotta flex your fluff muscles,

Do you get hate on fics? Eh, not really. I've gotten a few negative comments, but mostly from FFN, and I honestly don't even count those lol.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? No. I genuinely wouldn't even know where to begin.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Nah, crossovers aren't my thing.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I have seen a fic that was very blatantly referencing one of mine, but I don't really consider that stealing.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Does the absolutely insane crack fic written on the tail end of a 29-hour voice call count?

What’s your all time favorite ship? Hmm. I read a lot of Merthur, but that's mostly because the Merlin fandom tends to be really good, and therefore there's a lot of good Merthur (although I do like Merthur a lot, super Shakespearean, only valid soulmate pairing I've ever seen).

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? If I abandon a fic, I'm going to make an announcement. If I haven't officially abandoned it, it's still fair game. That said, Replication is like, on the lowest of low priorities.

What are your writing strengths? It comes with absorbing plot structure into your personality, but yeah, I'm a kick ass plotter. Also comedy. That also comes with the plot structure.

What are your writing weaknesses? Atmosphere/description. Worldbuilding. Also to a lesser extent, character voice -- I feel like I eventually default to everyone just sounding like me

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Depends on context, but it's always through the lens of "how does this effect the experience for the reader?"

First fandom you wrote for? I wrote a Star Wars fanfic when I was like, 9. First fanfiction on PURPOSE was for PJO.

Favorite fic you’ve written? I think the best thing I've written so far is DotF, but my favorite is probably The Disappearance of Narumiya Mei. WHICH I'M ALSO STILL WORKING ON, life just got REALLY WEIRD and I had to take a step back from it RIP

Tagging @tavina-writes, @ellie-tarts, @lieutenantbiscute, @aoryuucchi, @bytebun, @mimbotomy (no pressure if you don't want to!) and of course anyone who feels like doing this

#lazuli talks #i started writing disappearance for the Fun and then suddenly i had a bit of an irl love life which terrified me into putting it down #i have so many feelings about aroace narumiya mei it's so insane actually #this is definitely a case of 'lazuli in her echo chamber' but the fact that the widespread fanon of narumiya mei is NOT aroace offends me #do you see my vision #re: candid -- it's a very excellent textbook example of sports anime fluff #it is the middle slider of sports anime fluff. you can tell i edited it to be the middle slider of sports anime fluff bc it is exactly 10K #re: the insane 29 hour voice call crack fic #you can ask me about it. i won't be able to say anything though. #re: the anonymous joke fics. one was for april fools and the other was the greatest prank i've ever pulled off #solar if you're ever reading this i love you

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Will Write For?

Just something to put into the void. These are just current favorites, and if you are interested in something not on the list it is likely I have seen/read it before. I welcome requests! y'all please talk to me i am lonely

also warning for lots of yandere, dark content, and smut on my blog.

Sports Anime

Daiya no Ace/Ace of Diamond

Blue Lock

Kuroko no Basuke

Haikyuu

Shounen/Seinen

Bleach

Berserk

Jujutsu Kaisen

Boku no Hero Academia

Dr. Stone

Otome Games hehe

Obey me!

Mystic Messenger

Twisted Wonderland (ik it's not really an otome but shh)

Other

Fire Emblem: Three Houses/Hopes

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (mostly König tho)

#x reader #yandere #jujutsu kaisen #daiya no ace #blue lock #bllk #knb #kuroko no basket #bllk x reader #knb x reader #bleach x reader #jjk x reader #dna x reader #dr stone #dr stone x reader #obey me #obey me x reader #mysme #mystic messenger #mysme x reader #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #bnha #bnha x reader #berserk #berserk x reader #fe3h #fe3h x reader #fire emblem

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Tagged by the lovely @badboy-george and @rosyjuly for the 20 questions for fic writers game, thank you! <33

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

62!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

196,925

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently it's only F1, but I've written for a bunch of anime fandoms like Haikyuu! and Daiya no Ace (even in anime I can't escape sports) and Naruto of course. And some movie ones like Tenet. And some random others. Like the Epic 7 and Fire Emblem game.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Cloud That Settles (sewis), then If You Don't Play, You'll Never Win (lestappen), then Treading Softly in My Head (martian), then All the Miles We Have to Shed (martian), then Shutter Speed (martian). Special mention to the sixth in line But I Exist to Serve the Master, which I think was the first fic up on ao3 for The Gentlemen (2019) fandom kekekeke.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, absolutely. I have a backlog at the moment which I feel a little guilty about because I want anyone who's commented to know their words and thoughts are so beloved to me, and sometimes when someone leaves a wonderfully thoughtful comment it takes me ages to respond because I want to respond in kind.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Spring Cleaning (maxiel) or this prosenna tumblr ficlet

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmm. Looking through my fics I realize they often end on a very happy, resolved, or hopeful note. It'd be tough for me to choose the happiest. Maybe Down in the Depths We Make Our Home (sebchal pacific rim au), just for how complete it felt at the end.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not in the traditional sense, like I hate your writing! kind of thing. I've had some odd comments that I genuinely think weren't meant to be mean but have made me question some aspects of my writing, and I've learned to take those in stride. I'm also very very lucky to be surrounded by beloved people who have everlasting patience for my huehuehues.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Kekekeke. Y E S. I love doing so. I'm not sure I can describe what kind, I'm into so many flavours. The really, really horny kind? *me scrolling through my ao3* Oh wow yes the really, really, really horny kind.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have not! Only AUs at the moment. The craziest AU I've ever thought of was probably an F1 Chainsaw Man AU.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't believe so!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I've had If You Don't Play, You'll Never Win and Melt Your Aches and Call This Home (a baseball anime fic) translated into Chinese. Reading them has been a delight and a lesson all in one!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I am in talks with... some beloved people...

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

All time! Hmm. Hmm! Naruto/Sasuke my og pairing probably. But Martian and Sebmick are right up there too.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Huehuehue. I have a bunch languishing in my drafts at the moment. Rosquez, seb4seb, sebastidan wips are most in danger because my interest in them crests super hard one day and wanes the next. *sees a gif* *is inspired* *sees a gif of something else* *forgets*

16. What are your writing strengths?

Narrative voicing I think? A very clear, defining character arc. I've been told the porn's pretty good too, while being very emotional.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Long fic. Ah, geez. There are so many stories in my head that could only be done justice if I had the patience to take my time with it, put in the hours, put in the words, put in the work. But I'm very easily distracted by shiny things unfortunately. I also worry I write the characters the same across fics. Like my Sebs, I worry that he's getting a little too consistent and predictable even in vastly different works.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I probably wouldn't, I would worry too much about whether I got the nuances and grammar and structure and voicing right.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Probably Naruto?

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

This changes depends on the day you ask. At the moment it's actually my prosenna tumblr fics, which upon every reread I find myself liking more. (The real fave fave fic is something I chatficced with @rosyjuly that I hope will one day see the light of day)

No pressure tagging if you'd like to play! @sebrrari @effervescentdragon @ayceeofspades @loveisworry @wewentcarracing

#athy texts #fanfic #thank you this was very fun to do #and very lovely to think about