#eijun please

[jsdhwdmax56]

Lol, Okumura really disregard Miyuki there 😂

[annonmaly]

I'm re-reading the Daiya and I just finished Act 1. I'm starting the Spring Koushien right now, and yeah, it still hurts that we didn't see Eijun shine in the Koushien. Even in summer one in which he's the ace. It's been eight months already and I can't still move on from the reality that there's no Koshien arc. I patiently waited for the Komadai vs. Seido rematch, but I guess we'll never catch a glimpse of it. Enough ranting now.

I just had this realization that other than the reason that Eijun and Kawakami aren't so hot during the Senbatsu. Another rationale for Kataoka agreeing not to relieve Furuya is that he wanted to keep Eijun and his numbers a secret. The real fight is in the summer and they shouldn't let their cards away like that. This is just me being crazy and finding ways to cope with the fact that I will never see Eijun dominate Koushien.

[halchron]

❝ you get too worked up over things. ❞ eijun + koushuu!

twilight princess // accepting

❝ heh, you aren't the first person to tell me that. ❞

nor the last, but eijun would never apologize for being too intense. after all, koushuu should be proud that eijun was being proactive about working on their battery. with the 3rd years no longer on the team, it was up to them to rebuild the team just like they did last year. and if they were to be the new battery, they should get working on their numbers and their synergy as soon as possible.

❝ c'mon wolfie it won't be bad, just catch for me a little ! ❞

[akkivee]

long time no daiya talk but i feel like i’m drowning in a pit of tar daiya’s really just ending like this???? one more chapter and where the penultimate is a cliffhanger on eijun’s injury????? i feel sick to my stomach help?????

[furuyalover]

falling asleep on him

— ft. miyuki kazuya

AN: back to my daiya roots hehe

it had been a long day at the field, spending hours in the sun, sitting in the stadium watching baseball. understandably, you were beat. but your boyfriend and his team got the win, so who were you to complain? ah yes your boyfriend, that arrogant, cocky, and a lot of the time annoying team captain, miyuki kazuya.

despite the heat and long days, you loved attending all of his games and supporting your boyfriend in his element. however you can’t deny that it really takes a lot out of you. i mean dealing with that shithead is enough work on its own.. but i digress.

you wait outside the stadium for your annoying ass lovely boyfriend to come out and congratulate him on his win. as soon as you see him walk out of the doors you go to him with open arms and wrap him in a hug. he kisses the top of your head and thanks you for always being there to support him at his games. you’re resting on him for a little too long where you almost sink into him, and he realizes you’re as tired as he is, if not more. being the stellar boyfriend he his, he looks down to you and asks, “hey babe, do you wanna ride home on the bus with me?” this is really an excuse to spend more time with you but of course he’d never admit to it. his smile gives it away though.

not wanting to be a bother you reject, “no no! it’s okay don’t worry, my friend can give me a ride home it’s fine!” despite plastering a smile on your face and reassuring him, he sees right through that. “oh please, you practically just fell asleep and drooled on me” he replied while rolling his eyes and flicking your forehead he is so in love with you. you know kazuya enough to know this is his annoying way of saying pleaaaaase sit with me on the bus i can’t deal with eijun alone, so you call your friend and tell them they don’t need to give you a ride back to the school.

the two of you enter the bus hand in hand, and make your way to a seat towards the back of the bus. being so gentlemanly he gives you the window seat, but mainly so that he can easily chit chat with kuramochi who’s sitting right across from him. after the bus takes off, you’re gazing out the window, in awe of the evening haze glossing over the scenery you’re passing by. honestly, miyuki is so in awe of you that he’s barely listening to whatever his green headed teammate has to say. “hey. shitface. hello? miyuki? are you even listening?” he is not.

you’re however at peace. content with the company of your boyfriend, and the beautiful scenery you’re taking in on the ride back to seidou, you can’t help but doze off a little. you try not to slip up, since you know miyuki would not let you hear the end of it, but at this point you’re in too deep. one second you’re leaning back against your sat looking the window, the next your head slowly begins to fall to the side. where does your head fall, you may be asking? of course, on miyuki’s shoulder.

he flinched a little, surprised by the sudden weight his shoulder is now bearing, but he makes sure to move ever so slowly as to not disturb you. “aye mochi shut the hell up, y/n is sleeping and i don’t want your yapping to wake them up!” aggressively whispers. rolling his eyes, kuramochi pipes down and finds someone else to bug with his antics.

miyuki carefully readjusts himself to get more comfortable, being careful not to wake you. after that he just takes a moment to gaze at your figure, noticing how peaceful you look, and realizing how lucky he is to have you in his life. for once, that shit eating grin is off his face and replaced with a rather wholesome, genuine smile. you are his whole heart, and if you look close enough you can even see a slight pink tint creep up on his face. these were some of his most cherished moments. where nothing else, not even baseball, can even come close to. whenever he’s with you nothing else matters, whenever he’s with you he’s home.

after he’s done staring at you lovingly, he decides it’s time he gets some rest of his head. he carefully places his head atop yours and rests his eyes. dreaming of your future together. hoping this bus ride will last forever.

when kuramochi looks over he gets a kick out of the sight he sees before him, amused by his asshole of a friend doing something so “corny.” he snaps a photo of you two in hopes to use it as blackmail, but really, he knows his friend would would appreciate the heartfelt candid of him & his s/o. and he does. after mochi sent him the photo, kazuya made it his lockscreen and even posted it on his story with the caption, “couldn’t think of anyone better to sit next to on bus rides 🤍 …sorry yoichi” kuramochi temporarily blocked him.

reblogs appreciated and admired ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

[diamonddewscans]

Doujinshi release! Daiya no ace - MiSawa

Hey all! We're over the moon about the season 4 announcement! This is our first release in this new Daiya no ace phase and a belated release for Eijun's birthday <3

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Artist: Shibaduke (Iio)

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[aceeijunweek]

🌼💛Eijun Week Prompts💛🌼

Let’s get ready to celebrate Eijun’s birthday beginning May 8. The prompts are posted for you to make your preparations. We look forward to seeing what you make! Guidelines are in the carrd link.

aceeijunweek.carrd.co

Please read carefully and reach out to us if you have any questions. You are welcome to DM us here or send an ask. We will accept late entries until the end of May. Have fun creating everyone! Make sure to tag us so we can reblog them.

[luboy7rt]

My MasterList

(GN - Reader. These can be seen as mostly platonic but can be seen as romantic) Reminder, these are just my headcanons and you may think differently, thank you for reading. Thank you to those who Like, Follow, Comment, or Reblog my posts : ). It's very appreciated! Also please do NOT repost or move my works onto other sites, especially without credit (ASK First. It will mostly likely be no though), thank you very much. Feel free to inform me if I did anything wrong, I'm still new to learning Tumblr etiquette and posting.

My AO3: Luck_Boy2385 (You have to be logged into see my work)

(All Headcanons are Gender-Neutral, usually, just You is used, unless I mark it as different, and also all of my works are SFW)

Call Of Duty - Headcanons:

(Headcanons x reader, mostly platonic?/Sfw, can be seen as romantic)

Task Force 141:

(John Price, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Simon 'Ghost' Riley and John 'Soap' MacTavish)

Task Force 141 Characters Hugging You (GN Headcanons)

What Animals Task Force 141 Characters Might Randomly Bring Home to You - GN Headcanons

How Task Force 141 Would React to You Being Injured on the Field (GN Teammate Reader Addition)

How Task Force 141 Characters Would Cook With You (GN - Headcanons)

How I think Task Force 141 Like to Show They Care/Love You (GN -Headcanons)

Team Ghosts/Task Force STALKER:

(Elias Walker, David 'Hesh' Walker, Logan Walker, Keegan P. Russ. Thomas A. Merrick and Kick... And sometimes the best dog Riley)

Team Ghosts Characters Hugging You - GN - Headcanons

What Animals Team Ghosts Characters Would Randomly Bring Home to You - GN Headcanons

How Team Ghosts Characters Might Do Your Skincare (GN - Headcanons)

How Team Ghosts Would React to You Being Brainwashed - GN Headcanons

How I think Call of Duty Ghosts Show They Care/Love You (GN - Headcanons)

How I think COD GHOSTS Characters Would Sleep/Sleep next to you (GN - Teammate!Reader)

Trios You Would be in Within COD Ghosts Headcanons - (GN Teammate!Reader)

Los Vaqueros (+ Valeria)

(Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra, Valeria Garza)

Los Vaqueros (+ Valeria) Hugging You (GN - Headcanons)

What Animals Los Vaqueros (+ Valeria) Would Randomly Bring Home to You (GN - HeadCanons)

Other Modern Warfare 2 (Reboot) Characters Headcanons

(Farah Karmin, Alex 'Echo 3-1' Keller, Kate Laswell, Phillip Graves, and Nikolai)

How I Believe These Characters Might Hug You (GN - Headcanons)

Call Of Duty - OneShots:

Team Ghosts/Task Force STALKER:

Keegan P. Russ -

After Missions Drinks - Keegan P. Russ x GN!Teammate Reader (Rom suggested, Unrequited love?)

Daiya No Ace / Diamond No Ace - Headcanons

(Eijun Sawamura, Satoru Furuya, Haruichi Kominato, Kanemaru Shinji)

How I Think These Characters Would Hug (GN - Headcanons)

[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.

[aspenragus]

Okay hot take about Daiya from someone who isn't a die hard Sawamura stan (my bias is shortstops) but I feel like the yips arc is exaggerated greatly?? I've watched it once in the anime and read the arc twice and honestly? Its just character development? I can understand it being hard to watch a sunshine coded character like Eijun get the yips but goddamn people refer to it like someone died 😭

More under cut about what my thoughts are

The match that caused the yips was impactful yes, but it's a match that that they lost because of multiple circumstances. Tanba needing to be switched out, Miyuki not accounting the fact that Sawamura may just not be able to handle the pressure, and Kawakami being unable to bring it back due to his own set backs. And after, once they figure out he has the yips, Sawamura himself doesn't let that stop him! Kataoka literally has a scene that mentions how Sawamura is looking ahead and not letting the yips hold him back (paraphrased). Its because he had the yips that Chris got around to teaching him another way to keep playing.

I feel like a lot of this is very obvious? The arc itself works as a spring for Sawamura to start building his repertoire and personally I feel like its one of the best examples about how dedicated he is to keep playing and improving. Its a bit hard to read yeah but I've just seen a lot of older posts talking about how people are straight up unable to watch/read the yips arc and feel like Im missing something?

This is definitely a tangent but it's what i think and hopefully i got my feelings across. If someone can explain this please do!

[sphericaldice]

"Skillful"

Or, read it on Ao3 :)

Eijun shifted nervously, bare ass uncomfortable against the cold locker’s grooves. His wide, hazel eyes darted between the locker room entrance and the boy kneeling before him. “Miyuki-sempai,” he croaked, “what if someone comes?”

 

Kazuya kissed along Eijun’s length, “Uh, that's kind of the goal here, dumbass.” he quipped, nonchalantly, before engulfing his teammate in his warm mouth.

 

Eijun grit his teeth, “You know what I mean!” he hissed, “What if someone sees- ah !” His complaint was cut short once a possessive hand appeared on his rear and squeezed.

 

“Let 'em,” Was Kazuya’s reply. He stared up at him with a smirk, “unless you want me to quit and let you take care of this yourself?”

 

Eijun whined and turned away, his cheeks now pinker than his dick. “Please continue…Miyuki…”

 

“What was that?” Kazuya dug his fingers into the aspiring ace’s left cheek.

 

“P-please continue, Miyuki-Sempai!”

 

“That’s what I thought,” Kazuya sneered. He resumed his skilful handling of Eijun, massaging his balls with callus hands as he bobbed deliberately.

 

Eijun bit his lip and gazed down at his upperclassman. When Kazuya convinced him to slip away during drills he wasn't sure what the sly catcher had in store for him. He’d been taken aback when Kazuya suggested he get against the locker and drop his pants, but it was an offer he’d be a fool to refuse. 

 

Getting punished for truancy by Coach Takaoka would suck ass but Eijun would be lying if he said this wasn’t worth it. He’d spend the next five games running laps with his trusty tyre for this. For the heat of his captain’s mouth and how he kissed Eijun’s tip. He silently wondered where Kazuya had acquired such skill but decided his history was better left unaddressed…for now. 

 

Kazuya released him once again, sluggishly, exchanging Eijun’s aching arousal for his own fingers, sucking them. 

 

Eijun regarded him suspiciously, “What are you doing?”

 

Kazuya winked, “There’s something I've always wanted to try. Do you trust me?” he flashed Eijun an impish grin. 

 

“Uh, no? And you might wanna wrap this up, coach is probably looking for us- ah !" Before he could finish the thought, he was suddenly met with an unexpected sensation - something cold and wet was nearing his entrance. “W-what the hell are you..?” 

 

“Wanna try it?”

 

Eijun squeezed his eyes shut, like a bashful child before nodding. His pride would not allow him to risk seeing whatever smug face Miyuki was definitely making. Or allow him to mention he’d never done something like this before…

 

It started with a slender tip, Kazuya’s pinky, he reckoned. Nothing the future ace couldn't handle! Then the digit began to slide in…

 

He yelped like a needy puppy. 

 

“You’ve gotta relax, baby.” Kazuya hummed.

 

Eijun’s eyes fluttered open at the catcher’s uncharacteristic tenderness. He’d never heard him speak like that to anyone, all sweet like. His cock twitched. 

 

Kazuya pressed his lips against Eijun’s tip again and they lingered there, an unhurried kiss that would have seemed chaste on any other body part. Then he glanced up with brown eyes, deep and gentle, “I’ve got you, okay?”

 

“Okay...” Eijun whined, not caring how feeble he sounded.

 

The finger was leisurely withdrawn then reinserted carefully, this time to the second knuckle. 

 

Eijun gulped, hands pressed against the row of lockers, desperate for something to grab on to. “Miyuki-Senpai…”

 

“Breathe. When I put my index in, I need you to exhale, okay?.”

 

And Eijun obeyed. When the pinky was sluggishly replaced with the longer, thicker digit, he let out a restrained sigh. His head began to spin, he could pass out then and there. Nothing could have prepared him for when Kazuya took him in his mouth again. A sultry, and frankly unmanly sound escaped his lips and he hastily clasped a hand over his mouth. 

 

Then came the slight curl of his Senpai’s skillful digit within him. 

 

God knows Eijun had beat off a million times, lotionless too. And this was not his first blowjob (as a matter of fact it was his second). It was, however, his first experience with this much stimulation. It was foreign. It was heavenly. 

 

Shit, he might be in love.

 

“Hey,” Eijun drawled, “I think I'm close. Like real close.”

 

Kazuya let his cock fall from his mouth. “Yea I can tell, you’re squeezing me. Here.”

 

The right-handed catcher slid his finger out unceremoniously before rising to his feet.

Eijun furrowed his brows, “You’re not just gonna leave me like this are you-” he was cut off again, this time with a kiss, deep and wet with his own pre-cum. As Kazuya flattened him against the wall of lockers, Eijun could feel the other boy’s hardness against his thigh.

 

His eyes rolled as he spilled abruptly on to the floor. 

 

Kazuya pulled back. “Like hell I was gonna let you get my glasses dirty!” He swiped the line of drool that connected with a clean finger and licked it.

 

“Aw, gross!” Eijun protested, though the twitch of his member gave his foux disgust away. 

 

Kazuya pursed his lips and looked towards the door. “Clean this up, will you? I gotta run.”

 

“No way you're gonna leave just like that!” Eijun sputtered, his cheeks beet red, “What about that, huh?” He gestured dramatically to Kazuya’s erection, thick and apparent in his tight uniform. 

 

“Eh, nothing a good, hard look at Coach’s face won't fix.”

 

“Whatever,” Eijun grumbled, before glancing away sheepishly, “Where'd you learn all that stuff anyways. Felt…alright.”

 

Kazuya leaned in whispering a single name in his kohai’s ear?

 

“Seriously?!”

 

“Yea,” Kazuya chuckled as if nostalgic, “guy’s a real pro. Well, see ya later! Better wipe your spooge up before it hardens.” He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and darted, leaving an envious Eijun behind.

 

Eijun looked down at his seed and shook his head. “I had a feeling they had history…tch. Like I care.” 

 

A loud voice coming from outside interrupted his rumination, “Hey, Kuramochi! Sorry I missed drills, I'm a little sick. Sawamura? Oh I saw him in the lockers, heard he was looking for you, you should see what he wants. Later!”

 

“Damnit!”  Eijun swore.

[hannahhbic]

like hell i'll regret it: a kuramiyu fanfic

Chapters: 1/6

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya

Characters: Kuramochi Youichi, Miyuki Kazuya, Sawamura Eijun, Takigawa Chris Yuu

Additional Tags: Trans Miyuki Kazuya, 5+1 Things, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Post-Canon, Aged-Up Characters, ADHD Miyuki Kazuya, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Roommates, Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - College/University, Not Canon Compliant, the one bisexual who CAN drive, ten year slow burn baby

Series: like hell i'll regret it

Summary:

five (5) times kuramiyu almost die literally or metaphorically because they’re emotionally constipated and the one (1) time Kuramochi finally McLoses his shit -------- Without thinking, Kuramochi bends down to kiss Miyuki’s forehead while still standing outside the car. “Hey, c’mon, put your head inside like a human would please; we gotta go,” in a much gentler tone than the one Kuramochi used internally. His roommate is fully snoring at this point, and if that isn’t just like him. One hand flies to Kuramochi’s own lips while the other firmly smooshes Miyuki’s head to lean to the other side. Blushing furiously, Kuramochi walks around to the driver’s seat, buckles up, and starts the car. He rolls up the windows and can’t focus on anything except how Miyuki’s salty skin tasted and felt on his lips. “Fuck me sideways,” he whispers, and drives them home without further incident.

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Hi Art!! Omg I so love your first week daiya edit!! It's so lovely and THAT SCENE HAD ME IN THE CHOKEHOLD (also when kataoka patted his head 😭)

anw...

Can I request: compilation of Eijun calling the coach 'Boss' in all seasons (no need to do every scene ofc but at least just one from every season)?

Thank you!! ♥

Hi, Nedzi! Thank you!!! So glad you like it! That head pat though!! 😭😭😭

As for your request, that's actually a very nice idea!! So excited to do this set!! Just reading your message already made me think of two scenes. Just gotta make sure those scenes are from different seasons. Please look forward to it on week #04. 😊😊😊

[prettyiwa]

Hi IX!!! I was hoping you could help me with something please 🙏

Where in the manga do Miyuki’s teammates call him a tanuki? I’m pretty sure they never said it in the anime (but I’m suffering from early senility so I could be wrong).

I was reading the wiki and according to it, the tanuki nickname was only mentioned in the guidebook when Eijun was trying to think up a name for Miyuki. For some reason this is disappointing information lololol

Hm. In all honesty, I don’t know if they do. In the first act, there’s no instance of it; it’s only mentioned in the guidebook. If ever it’s mentioned in the manga, it’d be in Act II, but I personally cannot remember if they ever do. (I could be wrong and I very much encourage someone to tell me if I am!! I’d love to know the chapter if it’s happened!!)

I believe it might be something that we were given with the guidebook and that the fandom ran with. Not to suggest it’s not canon, but I don’t believe it’s something we see in the manga either.

Here’s a translated sheet and notes from the guidebook (and the original below).

[mangoisms]

chapter 5 of forever is a maybe (but i like our chances, baby) is up and posted and i'd just like to cut out what is some of my favorite dialogue from this chapter. no real spoilers either, just some Shenanigans!

“You could ask one of the assistant managers to get it for you,” Miyuki points out as Eijun leads you two into the lower levels of the stadium, where extra equipment, cleaning supplies, and other miscellaneous items are stored. Very little people are around, so the only noise is the soft sound of your footsteps, with the occasional squeak of the soles on the concrete floors. It’s a bit unsettling, but these sections are part of a larger area entirely off-limits to fans and the like, so it should be fine. 

Eijun tosses a scandalized look over his shoulder. “That’s not what they’re here for, Miyuki Kazuya! Don’t be rude!”

“Sawamoron, you literally have two of them assigned to you to wait on you hand and foot. That is their job.”

“Well, I still feel bad! And don’t you see how creepy it is down here? Why would I want to make one of those poor assistants go through this? No! Strength in numbers!”

You chuckle fondly. “I’m not sure this park is old enough to have ghosts, Eijun.”

“You don’t know that! Gramps says we can carry ghosts with us sometimes.”

You frown. “Is that why I always see stuff in the corner of my eye whenever you come over?”

“Maybe!”

“Eugh.” You shudder.

Miyuki snickers. The industrial lights overhead flash over the lens of his glasses. “Don’t tell me you actually believe in ghosts. The country bumpkin I get but —”

“Hey, she’s like me! Tell him!”

You shrug. “I’m from Montana, which probably has more cows than people. I’ve been raised to respect the supernatural.”

He laughs hard at that. “Oh, my stomach hurts . . . You two are hilarious . . . Ghosts, please —”

As if on cue, the lights illuminating the long tunnel flicker. 

“You’re upsetting the ghosts, Miyuki Kazuya,” Eijun whispers, annoyed, though he does take your hand, pulling you closer to him. “Say sorry.”

“I am not saying sorry —”

The lights flicker again.

“Kazuya!”

“Who am I apologizing, too, huh? What ghosts could possibly be here?”

“The ghosts of old!”

“Old what, you idiot?”

The look of incredulity on his face makes you want to laugh but you figure both he and Eijun don’t want you laughing right now. 

“Old baseball, obviously!”

“What ghosts of old would want to haunt a place called T-Mobile Park? You think Babe Ruth is hanging around here when he could be at Yankee Stadium?”

“Kazuya!”

“Alright! I’m sorry, ghosts of old baseball!”

Another tunnel comes up on your right and all three of you flinch and skid to a stop when metal screeches loudly against concrete.

Several things happen in that moment. You, decidedly spooked, drop back at the same time that Eijun, using your left hand clasped in his right, pushes you back to stand behind him and Miyuki, while Miyuki’s left arm shoots out protectively over Eijun. In between all of this, somehow, your right hand ends up finding the back of Miyuki’s Nike track jacket, fabric clasped tightly in your hand. 

A surprised worker meets your gazes, standing at the foot of a tall ladder, clearly having just moved it; at the top of the ladder is an open box in the wall, lines of wire exposed.

“Sorry,” the man says, getting over his shock first and gesturing to the box with a pair of pliers in his hand. “Electrical work.”

You know Eijun is sighing in relief at that but it’s not your imagination, either, when you feel Miyuki relaxing, too. Then you realize you’re still holding him and, with your face burning, you let him go. 

He sends you a quick glance over his shoulder but you avoid his eyes awkwardly, shuffling closer to Eijun. 

Looking back forward, he straightens his jacket. “Told you, Sawamoron,” he mutters, though it lacks any real heat. 

Eijun ignores him still, saluting the man. “Thank you for your hard work! And sorry if we scared you!”

The man smiles, bemused, and shakes his head. “’S alright. No worries.”

The three of you continue on your way, all of you silently agreeing to not bring up any of that. 

you can find the masterpost for this fic here!

[anific]

You Don't Love Me Anymore

Sawamura Eijun X Reader

Fluff

Warnings: None

"Don't you think you're being dramatic?" You sigh, putting down your book as you stare at your boyfriend who stares back at you before sighing and once again looking at the TV screen

You wouldn't have minded it, if only he hadn't been doing the exact same thing for over fifteen minutes already

It all started when you were reading a book as he entered the room, completely happy

"(F/N)!"

"(F/N)!" Sawamura keeps on calling but you just continue reading

Finally after a minute of him continuously calling your name, you decided to amuse him, "Yes, Eijun?" You ask him as he points at his lips

"A kiss?" He asks, smiling as he looks at you hopefully

"I'm doing something though." You raise the book as he huffs

"Just one."

"No."

"Please?"

"Nope."

"(F/N)!" He drags your name in a whine

"Later, okay?" You tell him as you hear him huff and walk toward the TV screen

"Come on, Eijun, I said I'm sorry." You sigh, sitting beside him as he 'hmphs' and ignores you

"Eijun." You groan, blocking the view with your face, but Sawamura just looks to the other side

"Come on, Eijun." You sigh, "Forgive me?" You switch to the other side and smile at him but he just huffs and looks away

"You don't love me anymore." He sulks as you roll your eyes at your boyfriend's overreaction

"Don't you think you're being too dramatic?" You ask him as he lets out a loud, scandalous gasp

"I was just kidding." You say, pulling him closer to you as he tries to wriggle away

"Ei!" You whine, locking him in your arms as he still refuses to look at you

"I love you." You try winning him back with sweet words, knowing how putty he becomes when hearing them

But he just huffs as you sigh

"I'm sorry for ignoring you, Junie." You apologize as you repeatedly kiss his cheek, "Forgive me?" You rest your chin on his shoulder as he finally turns to you, lips still in a pout as he points at it

You roll your eyes as you finally give him a proper kiss on the lips, making the southpaw smile