😈 DAIYA NO ACE - ACCIDENTAL TURN-ONS
yuki tetsuya 💋 miyuki kazuya 💋 sanada shunpei 💋 isashiki jun 💋 kuramochi yoichi 💋 chris takigawa yu
y u k i 💜 t e t s u y a ; hairpulling
you often look for tetsuya after sunday practice to give him the upcoming week's training schedule
as the meijin university boys' baseball team student physical trainer for the past two years, you help with their exercise regiment and work with the dietitian and coaches to deliver meal plans and practice schedules as well
it's not like you have to hand-deliver these things... but seeing Tetsuya is always a bonus (and it gives you a chance to go into detail - that's the excuse you use)
kuramochi, your best friend who had also decided to attend his high school coach's alma mater, is just so kind to interrupt and ask you to run through his schedule
"hold up, mochi - after i finish talking to tetsu"
"he can wait! i'm going on a date soon, so i'm in a rush!"
you snort, turning to tetsu to see where you left off on the page and telling mochi to wait his turn
mochi, the stubborn, unrelenting bastard, gives a short but firm tug to your ponytail
out of pure instinct, you bite your lip, eyes rolling back into your head with the tiniest of groans
mochi doesn't notice since he's behind you and still rambling on - thank goodness or he'd be howling, never letting you hear the end of it
but tetsuya certainly doesn't fail to catch it, visions of taking you from behind and pulling your hair fill his mind
he can see you ass-up on his bed, back arching and mouth babbling as he rams you with his cock, pussy gushing
he wonders if you like being spanked and choked too. would you call him sweetly by his name? or by daddy instead?
you blush heavily but continue talking, trying to play things off like nothing happened
but he's no longer paying attention, instead starting to brainstorm ways to get you to his for a personal training session with this newfound knowledge...
m i y u k i 💜 k a z u y a ; flexibility
kazuya walking into your apartment is not an uncommon occurrence, but today, he's earlier than usual - which means he sees you doing a yoga morning routine that you'll inevitably give up on in a week or two
still, you're surprised at how flexible you are and how energized and focused it makes you - so maybe you'll stick with it for a bit
miyuki's heart isn't prepared to see your ass in those tight pants, or the way your boobs push out of the elastic, seamless sports bra
he's just thankful (or not) that your top isn't loose, otherwise he would perish on the spot at seeing any bit of underboob
with pants that fitted, you're either wearing the smallest thong known to man or nothing at all
he's imagining manhandling you in so many positions - to see just how far you can stretch for him, the burn in your muscles nothing compared to the heat you'd feel as he fills you up to the brim
what if he railed you standing, a leg hooked over his shoulder to spread you open as you beg for him to wreck you despite struggling to stay in this position?
he wants to rip those pants down the seam, eating you out then fucking the lights out of you
you could try sitting on his face in the splits to give him full access to your little pussy while he holds your thighs down
you switch to the downward dog pose, ass in the air toward him and ask in the sweetest voice if he wants to join you
he takes back his earlier statement - maybe he is about to die on the spot after all
i s a s h i k i 💜 j u n ; finger sucking
studying in the library with jun is never a peaceful affair and you don't know why you agree to it every time - maybe because of your small little crush on your close friend that you continue to squash down
he interrupts your thoughts - "hey, what'd you get for number seven?"
jun pokes the side of your head - of course, he has his annoying moments too
"i told you i'm only doing even-numbered problems right now, idiot."
he doesn't ease up, continuing to poke, so it's time for retaliation. you whip your head around and prepare to bite
at that moment, something strange happens in your mind - you realize that he was poking you with his finger, not a pencil. and you don't want to hurt him with your bite, but you're already turning around, so - you... kind of just end up taking his fingers into your mouth
neither of you reacts right away. he's managed to get his long finger all the way in, hitting the back of your throat... with no gag reflex
his feels his digit rest on your tongue until you move it to flutter around him, the inside of your cheeks like velvet
"wh-what the fuck?"
his fingers come out with a pop and a little drool on the side of your cheek, which you wipe away
"would you rather i have bitten your finger? you'd be cryin', y'know?"
he stares, speechless and processing what happened. your mouth had felt so good, so soft around him. he'd be in heaven if you sucked him off like that, pretty eyes staring up at him while he paints your face white
"we wouldn't have had this problem if you stopped annoying me," you shrug
but when you pull out a lollipop from your bag, unwrapping it and swirling your tongue around, he suddenly remembers he's got something very important to do
s a n a d a 💜 s h u n p e i ; thigh crushing
sanada's flirting is often affectionate, so it doesn't phase you when he sits on the floor of the couch in front of you, leaning his head back between your legs and looking up at you
you roll your eyes with a smile but continue watching your friends play mario kart on the screen
when it's your turn and the controller is handed to you, he becomes such a little demon
he turns to your knee and does that thing where he tickles you by putting his fingers in the centre of your knee and spreading them outward at the same time
"shunpei!" you scold him, "stop that!"
"or what?" he'll raise an eyebrow playfully
"or... or i'll accidentally kick you, idiot" you save face in your response, but your red cheeks show otherwise - you're a sucker for that little smirk of his
he doesn't let up, though, giving your calf a flick, tickling your bare leg with the texture of his hair from where he's sitting - you name it
"shunpei, if you don't stop, i will crush your head between my thighs."
you lightly pressing on the sides of his head with them, which finally gets him a bit quieter
but that's because he's now imagining eating you out, thighs trying to close him in as he pulls them apart, lapping at your folds as you beg him to keep going
he'd give you orgasm after orgasm, sticky sweet voice crooning for you to give him one more, and another after that, and another...
he wants you so fucked out that by the time he sheathes himself inside you, you're putty in his hands and just a little fucktoy for him
in fact, he's tempted to pepper kisses across your inner thighs, the only mercy from him coming from the fact that you're not alone in the room
"i wouldn't mind if i died like that, sweetheart"
k u r a m o c h i 💜 y o i c h i ; neck kiss
being close friends with yoichi, it was easy to flirt in small doses with each other to deny your feelings by saying, "that's just what friends do", others saying you acted like a married couple
one day, you're saying goodbye and going for a kiss on his cheek when you both miscalculate - as you lean forward, he's already leaning away, and you end up moving too far forward, kissing his neck
you're a bit tangled in him, and whisper-giggle a "sorry!" in his ear, sending shivers down his spine
you chuckle nervously as you pull back, "i felt like a vampire doing that!"
he lets out an airy laugh, but he's rock hard right now
you've given each other plenty of friend-kisses on the cheek or forehead, but that spot just awakened something in him
he wants to feel your lips all over his skin, plush but feathery, whispering dirty, dirty things to him with your hands running up and down his body
how would those lips feel sucking his cock? how would they feel marking his neck when he drives into you, filling you with his load?
now he wants to fill your skin with love bites, tasting every inch of you and making your pupils dilate with hunger and lust
when he jokingly does it back and you let out a mewl, he knows his heart's in trouble. there's no way he can look at you the same again
c h r i s 💜 t a k i g a w a 💜 y u ; straddling
chris isn't always one for parties, but he doesn't mind coming out to a few to socialize as long as his friends are there
(and someone may have let it slip to him that you'd be there)
he's seated on one of the loveseats when you find him after a couple drinks each
he's getting up to hug you but someone trying to get through the crowd pushes you forward and you fall onto him, luckily with no more cup in hand
you land safely, however, your legs are straddling his hips as he looks up at your breathless form
chris, as always, is smooth in an awkward moment like this
"hey, I don't mind. not too many seats around anyway."
you giggle, gaining some bravery from him as well,
"okay, but don't complain to me if your legs go numb!"
you turn around on his lap so you're in a far less suggestive position, but he can't stop imagining you riding him
he'd want to hold your hips as you bounce up and down, your tits following suit hypnotizingly as you scream his name
he'd let you do all the work sometimes, moving to your feet and crouching on him so he can watch himself push past your puffy folds and the way you grip him as he comes back out again
but you sitting the other way now? cockwarming wouldn't be a bad idea either. having you spread your legs and his fingers in a v opening your folds, showing everyone how filled you are with him - the thought is thrilling
for now, he's content with his fantasies, but looks like he'll ask you to swing by his place later...
this is a bit of a tribute to my upcoming miyuki fic (and you'll see why when it comes out lmao) but i'm in love w the idea of accidentally getting someone flustered like this and (sometimes) not knowing what you do to them, hehe. <3
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Notes- Jealous Miyuki & Chris
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Recovery date: Feb 9th, 2022
Description: Oh yay! May I request then separate headcanons of what it would take to get Chris, and Miyuki jealous? With a fem or gender neutral reader if you need it. Thanks so much 🤍🎀
Notes: Recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions.
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Miyuki
Kuramochi
Even though Mochi 100% supports your relationship, he goes out of his way to piss Miyuki off
He knows when to not though, if Miyuki's having a rough time he actually goes out of his way to keep the pitchers off his back so he can have time with you
Other than Mochi, I don't think he really gets jealous, just annoyed and even with Mochi it's more annoyance
Unless he sees someone he really, and I mean really, thinks is a better match for you
I mean, we saw how awful his first bit as captain was because he wasn't sure he was good enough (if I'm remembering right)
Now put those same feelings into a relationship where he knows you can walk out whenever
I could see that insecurity turning into jealousy, and he'd probably try and shut you out cause god knows that boy doesn't like to discuss his feelings
Chris
The team
Hear me out, I imagine that he was a bit jealous of the team right after his injury
I mean, you tell him to take his time and heal up and you visit him in the hospital while he's there but then he has to catch up with school and he has physio and it's a whole mess
So he's probably a bit jealous of how much time they get to spend with you
But I don't really see Chris getting jealous
Oo! I just had a thought- Mochi totally dared Sawamura to ask you out/flirt with you in front of Chris
Of course Chris caught on quickly and just found it amusing
"Y/N-SENPAI, I THINK YOU'RE REALLY COOL! PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME!"
"Ah- sorry Sawamura-kun, but I already have a boyfriend."
"WAH-HA?! BUT- BUT- KURAMOCHI-"
" I must say Sawamura, it takes a lot of guts to ask someone out in front of their boyfriend," Miyuki said, approaching you three.
Mochi and the rest of the team are just dying while Sawamura apologizes to Chris and you
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For love of the game
Takigawa Chris Yuu x gn reader
Word count: ~800
Tags & warnings: very vaguely suggestive language? (there are some good names in baseball), baseball lmao
Note: Been feeling unmotivated to write, so I decided to tap into my love of Chris and of irl baseball to do some dialogue practice. Thank u to the daiya server for motivating me and to @paleokarst for talking over the ending :*
“What’s that?” You give Chris a quizzical look as he steps through the front door carrying a large plastic storage box in his arms.
“Hello to you too.”
You pad over to give him the usual greeting kiss. “Yeah, yeah, welcome home or whatever. Now tell me what this is.”
“My parents found it while cleaning out their basement and I thought you might want to look through it together.” He sets it down in front of the couch. Reaching inside, he pulls out one of many smaller cardboard boxes and opens it to reveal a neatly-packed row of cards. “They’re my old baseball cards.”
“Seriously?” The box is in your hands in an instant and you immediately begin rifling through its contents.
There's a few minutes of focused silence until, “OH MY GOD,” you exclaim, brandishing a card at him. “This can’t be his real name. Dick Pole?! Dick. Pole.”
“Sadly, it is,” Chris chuckles before holding out a card of his own. “Here, I found one for you.”
“NO. His name is not Rusty Kuntz?!”
He snorts. “Actually, it’s pronounced KOON-tz.”
You erupt in cackles. “I mean…if my name were Rusty Kuntz, I would also insist that it’s pronounced KOON-tz.”
“What else do we have here— hello, what’s this?”
Glancing over, he sees you reach for a small leather binder. “Oh that’s where I kept my special cards.”
“Your special cards?” You tease, “god little Chris was such a little nerd.”
He rolls his eyes, pulling you closer to give you a peck on the head. “Well you’re the one dating me so what’s that say about you?”
“That apparently I like nerds,” and pointing to one of the cards, you urge, “now come on nerd, tell me what’s so special about this guy.”
“Ah, that’s Bob Gibson. He’s a Hall of Famer, probably the best right-handed pitcher in St. Louis history. He was good at fielding too, which is rare for a pitcher. He worked hard and led the team to two World Series wins.”
You flip through a few more pages. “Wow you have a lot of this Iván Rodríguez guy too.”
“Well, he was my favorite player growing up and maybe the best catcher of all time.”
“What makes him the best?”
“He’s a solid hitter and his defensive play is exceptional. He’s got unparalleled game sense and a great strategic mind. Um, he’s caught for some of the best pitchers of the era and he caught nine no-hitters. The only way you can have a no-hitter is if the battery works perfectly, so that means he was able to bring out the best in a lot of different pitchers. Plus, he was always fun to watch.”
“Is he why you became a catcher?”
“You know…” Chris contemplates for a moment, “that’s honestly never occurred to me. My dad was obviously the reason I started, but I played a lot of different positions before deciding on catcher. Dad was the one who suggested I try it — he thought I had a good understanding of the game — but you might be right, maybe I stuck with it because I wanted to be like Iván.”
You hum in response. “Makes sense. The way you described him…he clearly has a lot of qualities that you value as a player.”
It’s long past dinner time when the two of you finally tire of strolling down memory lane and begin to tidy up the mess of cards now littered across the couch cushions and coffee table.
“What are you gonna do with all of these?”
“Well right now I’m going to put them away. Then I’ll probably give some away and throw away the rest.”
“You’re not keeping any?”
“Nah. It’s not like they’re worth anything.”
“Well in that case, I’m gonna keep these.” You swipe the leather binder from the box before he carries the rest off into the storage closet down the hall.
“What do you think?” You gesture toward the refrigerator when Chris returns.
Some of the precious real estate on the fridge door has been tidied up, and a cleaned-up Rangers magnet now holds his signed Iván Rodríguez card front and center, nestled between memories. To its left is a picture of him with his parents and Coach Kataoka after his first game with Seidou. Below it is another picture of him and the coach, this time graduating from Seidou alongside the rest of his teammates. To its right is a picture of the two of you at his MLB debut game, your smile toothy and gleeful as you hold up the ball from his first major league hit.
A lump forms in his throat.
It’s just a baseball card, one fleeting snapshot in the collage of moments that make him, the values that shape him, and the people that support him.
It's just a baseball card, but he can barely get the words out. “It’s perfect.”
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