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You Really Are a Big Idiot - Christian Yelich

Jealous Christian Requested Word Count: 1,463

        “Are you sure you don’t want to come out?” You asked your boyfriend, Christian, as you put on a pair of earrings. The Marlins had an early game today and a day off tomorrow so you figured Christian would be up for going out for the night with you and a friend you had met at work, Jack. You and Jack were hired by the company you worked for at the same time so a friendship had blossomed between you two as you learned the ropes. “It’ll be fun. Plus, you haven’t even gotten to know Jack yet,” You pointed out as you turned to look at Christian who was laying on the bed the two of you shared. “You only met him briefly that day you picked me up from work. I think you’d really like him,” You wanted Christian to come with you, but for some reason, he was put off by the idea.

        “No, I’m kinda tired tonight,” He said. You pouted and walked to the side of the bed he was laying on. He chuckled at your pout and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you onto the bed and on top of him, “We’ll spend the day together tomorrow.” You smiled as he kissed your cheek and hugged you tightly. “Besides, I’m sure Jack isn’t that great anyway,” He mumbled.

        You picked yourself up off of Christian and gave him a look, “That’s pretty mean of you to say.”

        “What? I’m just saying that people aren’t all that they’re cracked up to be usually,” Christian tried defending his words, but you weren’t going to let him off that easily since you didn’t know where his feelings about Jack were coming from.

        “What do you have against Jack?” You asked, putting your heels on. “Who, might I add, is someone you hardly even know,” You said.

        Christian rolled his eyes and moved into a sitting position on the bed so his legs hung off the side. “Look, y/n, I just don’t like him,” He said as he rubbed his forehead.

        “But why? You don’t know hi-,” You wanted to get to the bottom of Christian’s resentment for Jack, but he wouldn’t let you.

        “Because I don’t!” He snapped. “If you want to hang out with him, fine, I can’t stop you, but I’m not going with you tonight. I’m not interested in the guy and I don’t get why you’re interested,” Christian said.

        Christian hadn’t ever yelled at you or raised his voice before. You had only been dating for eight months and living together for one so it was only a matter of time before one of you did something the other didn’t like or agree with. What was bothering you was that you didn’t know why Christian was upset. Clearly it had something to do with Jack, but you didn’t understand why. You nodded and reached for your purse, “I should get going then. Jack’s waiting.”

        Christian’s jaw was tense as he responded., “Yeah, I guess you wouldn’t want to keep him waiting.”

        You could have just left, but you wanted Christian to know you weren’t angry and there was no reason for him to be angry either, so you made your way over to him and stood between his legs. There was no reason for there to be animosity between Christian and Jack. You put your finger under his chin and tilted his head up so he was looking at you, “I’ll see you when I get home?” He only nodded before you pressed a kiss to his lips and left him home alone.

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        You went out for drinks with Jack for a couple of hours and chatted with him. It wasn’t anything special. Just two friends and coworkers hanging out at a bar. You wished Christian had come with you instead of sulking at home for unknown reasons, but you weren’t going to let your spat with him ruin your night.

        It was about one in the morning when Jack dropped you off and you were a little more than tipsy. You didn’t have too much to drink, but since you were mostly a social drinker and didn’t drink often, the drinks went right through you. “Do you need help getting to the door? I don’t want your boyfriend to kill me if you get hurt because you stumble and fall on the pavement,” Jack offered which made you laugh.

        “I’ll be fine,” You said, opening the door and moving to step out of the car. You grew a bit dizzy when you placed your feet on the ground, “On second thought, some assistance wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

        Jack chuckled and turned the car off so he could help you. He wrapped his arm around your waist and walked you to your front door. “I never thought you’d be a lightweight,” He teased.

        “Well I am. Christian makes fun of me for it too,” You smiled, thinking about your boyfriend.

        “I’m bummed that he didn’t come out tonight. I wanted to meet the guy who you don’t stop talking about,” Jack said.

        “Me too. I don’t really know why he didn’t come tonight, but maybe next time,” You said. “I had a lot of fun tonight,” You told Jack before the two of you hugged and parted ways. Jack drove off and you still couldn’t get your key in the door to unlock it. You sighed, silently cursed yourself for being too drunk to use a key, and gave up, ringing the doorbell. “Please be awake, Christian,” You mumbled to yourself.

        Christian opened the door and gave you a confused look, “Why’d you ring the bell? Did you forget your key?”

        You shook your head and laughed, “I couldn’t get it in the door.” You stepped into the house and put your hand on his arm for support as you took your heels off. “I may have had a little bit too much to drink tonight,” You told him.

        Christian rolled his eyes, “I can’t believe that asshole was trying to get you drunk.”

        “What?” You asked, looking up at Christian. “No, he was not. Why would you even say that?” You questioned.

        “Because, that’s what assholes do who can’t see that a girl has a boyfriend. He was going to take advantage of you,” Christian said.

        You let go of him, “Christian, stop, don’t make a fool of yourself over this. It was nothing.” You started off in the direction of the kitchen for water, but kept your pace slow since the world still felt like it was spinning.

        “What do you mean “it”? What happened between you two?” Christian asked, following you.

        “I don’t mean anything! Would you calm down?” You turned back to look at him as frustration built in you. “We went out. I ordered and paid for all of my drinks. We talked, had a good time, and then he brought me home. I don’t know why you’re acting so jealo-, oh my God,” You said, coming to a realization.

        “What?” Christian said, getting defensive.

        “You’re jealous. I can’t believe you’re jealous of Jack,” You said, laughing at him. “Christian, you know you don’t have any reason to be jealous, right? Tell me you’re not jealous,” You couldn’t believe that this was the reason Christian had been acting so childishly.

        “And why shouldn’t I be? You spend most of the day with him at work. Then you hang out with him when you’re not at work. He’s around you more than I am, especially when I’m on the road. He's with you all the ti-,” Christian was shocked when you interrupted him.

        “Have you considered the fact that I’m completely in love with you, you big idiot?” You yelled, sick of hearing him defend his jealousy. You were a little shocked too at what you said. It was the first time you had ever told him you loved him.

        “You’re what?” He asked, the frustration fading between the two of you.

        “I’m in love with you,” You repeated as he slowly moved closer to you.

        “That’s what I thought you said,” Christian said, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning down to kiss him.

        You kissed him for a moment, but the fact that he hadn’t responded to your confession was driving you insane. You pulled back from him, “Well?”

        “Well what?” He asked, before realizing what you were asking. “Oh!” He started which made you laugh, “I’m completely in love with you too.”

        You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him. “You really are a big idiot sometimes,” You joked.

        “Hey!” He said, slightly offended.

        “But I love you so I guess you’ll have to stick around,” You added.

        “That’s better,” He smiled.

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Make Me - Andrew Benintendi

You miss one of Andrew’s games and he doesn’t take it too well. Smut. Not Requested. Word Count: 3,475

         As soon as you were through the threshold of the apartment you shared with your boyfriend of two years, you kicked your heels off and dropped your purse on the ground. You collapsed onto your stomach on the couch and sighed. You couldn’t find the energy in you to turn the television on or even pull your knee length dress down that had ridden up your thighs a bit from your flop onto the sofa. To say that it had been a long week at work would be an understatement. For the past month you had been in charge of a project that you were working on with several other coworkers. This week was spent putting the finishing touches on everything. Everything you had done this past month was leading up to today, a day you would usually have off. You pitched the project to your boss today and thankfully, she loved it, but that didn’t ease your exhaustion.

         “Isn’t that a sight to see,” Andrew commented on your exposed thighs and the way your dress had ridden up right under your ass. “I’m leaving for the park soon. Are you going to get ready?” He asked, giving your ass a light spank before getting his bag out of the hall closet.

         You sat up and adjusted your dress, “I don’t think I’m going to go tonight, babe.” He had his back to you as he pulled his bag out of the closet. You watched his shoulders slump as you broke the news to him. This would be the first time ever that you weren’t at one of his home games. Ever since you started dating during your sophomore year in college, you had been at his home games. Even when he was drafted, you opted to leave University of Arkansas with him and finish your schooling online so you could be there for him. This was something your parents weren’t exactly thrilled about, but you were committed to Andrew and supporting his career, wherever it took you two. Greenville, Lowell, Portland, Salem, and Boston. You had been to every home game so you knew that this news would come as a shock to him.

         “What do you mean you’re not coming?” He asked, turning to you and giving you a look like you were out of your damn mind. “You have to be there. The Yankees are in town,” He tried convincing you.

         “I know and I’ll promise I’ll be at every game this homestand and every homestand to come, just not tonight. I don’t have the energy,” You said, standing and beginning to walk towards him. You halted your movements when he made his next comment.

         “It takes that much energy to come and support me?” He questioned. “You can’t just sit in the park for nine innings and be there for me? That’s too hard?” You understood that he was upset that you’d be missing one of his games for the first time in two years, but you were still offended.

         “You know how hard I’ve been working on this project at work. This is the first time I’ve been able to catch a break in a month, Andrew. I’m exhausted and all I want to do tonight is relax on the sofa,” You told him, trying to get a little sympathy out of him. “Besides, it won’t be like I’m missing the game entirely. I’ll still be watching you play on television,” You reasoned.

         “What, like I don’t get worn out from my job? Like I don’t feel like I need a break sometimes? I still show up to my commitments even though I’m tired,” He snapped back, not giving into your want for compassion and pity. “I don’t understand why you’re not coming.”

         Now you were tired and frustrated. “This is the first time I’m ever missing one of your home games. You’ve missed plenty of things that I’ve wanted you to come to. You’ve never come out to meet my friends from work and you didn’t attend the last two banquets that my work has held. I think I’m entitled to this one time, Andrew,” You said, becoming fed up with his inability to realize that you needed a night in to unwind.

         “I didn’t come because my job takes a physical toll on me and I have to rest. If I had some office job, then I would be there. But I don’t, I get tired because my job requires me to actually do things,” He told you, ticked off that you weren’t attending the game tonight and ticked off that you brought up times that he hadn’t been there to support you. It was a low blow for you to bring up the events he missed for you because you told him it was okay if he missed them if he needed to even though you desperately wanted him there. You liked having him by your side and being by his side so it hurt you when he wasn’t able to come through. What he said next, however, hurt you even more. “You don’t even do anything at your job,” He seethed.

         Your heart sank into your stomach as his words hit you like a garbage truck. “Excuse me?” You started. His words stung you even though you understood what he meant. You didn’t have to do any of the strenuous, physical tasks that baseball required of Andrew, but your job was just as stressful and harrowing on your mental health. He opened his mouth to apologize and retract what he said, but you held a hand up to him to stop him from speaking. You had heard enough from him for the time being. “Save it,” You said. “You should get going. You don’t want to be late to your job where you actually do things, do you?” Sure, you were being cold and a little bit unfair, but you didn’t care. At a time where all you wanted was for Andrew to understand how you were feeling and that you supported him regardless of where you were watching him from, he didn’t. You turned and walked up the stairs to the bathroom to start the shower, knowing that he wouldn’t follow you since he really did have to leave for the park.

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         Even though you were a little less than charmed by Andrew’s behavior, you turned NESN on to watch the game. You were nursing a glass of wine as you curled up on the corner of the sofa with a throw blanket and one of Andrew’s Arkansas baseball sweatshirts on. You sighed as you watched Andrew swing at strike three for his first at bat of the game. Another sigh escaped your lips as he popped out to Torreyes for his second at bat. As Andrew walked off the field after grounding out to Gregorious, you noticed how frustrated he was getting with himself. You knew it was wrong of you and you wanted Andrew to do well, but you liked to think that his mind was too consumed with regret about what he said to you so he wasn’t entirely focused on the game.

         By the time the bottom of the seventh rolled around, it seemed as though the game was lost for the Red Sox. They were down by three as you chewed your bottom lip: a nervous habit you has picked up from Andrew. But then the bases were loaded and Mookie hit a sac fly to shorten the deficit to two runs. The first pitch to Andrew came in high at 97 mph and was called a strike. The count should have been 1-0 and Andrew knew it, you knew it, and you were positive every fan watching the game tonight knew it. You watched as Andrew argued with the umpire a bit before settling back in the box. He was enraged and you couldn’t help but wonder if the anger from your fight before the game was leaking onto the field and influencing his attitude as a ball player. Luckily, Andrew didn’t let his emotions get the best of him and distract him. Instead he singled to right field to knock in Jackie. You were sitting on the edge of the sofa as the replay of his hit was shown. Your mouth fell open slightly as you read Andrew’s lips as he walked to stand on first. His “fuck you” to the ump was just about as clear as that first pitch being a ball. You poured yourself another glass of wine as you tried to settle the desires that inundated your body as you saw how fired up Andrew was getting. You crossed your legs and squeezed your thighs together as Núñez and Andrew crossed home plate to take the lead. You knew Andrew would still be riding this adrenaline high when he got home and you were eager for his arrival. He’d either be angry about his performance tonight or feeling good after a Sox win. Either way, you knew what he wanted when he got home.

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         You were in the kitchen pouring your third glass of wine when Andrew came home. You heard the front door close behind him and his bag hit the wall after he threw it into the corner of the entry way. “I guess it’s going to be a pissed off kind of night,” You murmured under your breath. You had your back to him while he opened the fridge to retrieve a water bottle. As soon as the fridge was closed, you could feel his eyes on you. You put a stopper in the bottle of wine and turned to meet his gaze. “Can I help you?” You asked, giving him a little bit of attitude to amp him up even more.

         His eyes flickered from the University of Arkansas logo on your chest back up to your eyes. “That’s mine,” He said aggressively, setting his bottle down on the counter.

         “So?” You answered, setting your glass down on the counter. You knew you were winding him up and it was only a matter of time before Andrew would lose control. On the inside, you were having fun teasing Andrew like this, but you knew appearing unconcerned with him would only increase his desire to get rough with you which was exactly what you wanted.

         “So,” He said, slowly approaching you. “Take it off,” His tone was demanding and it made you weak in the knees, but you couldn’t give into him that easily.

         You rolled your eyes at him, knowing it would provoke him even more. “You’re being ridiculous,” You tried moving around him but his arms created barriers on both sides of you.

         “I said take it off,” His hands rested on the counter behind you, effectively freezing you between him and the counter.

         This was your moment to let him win. You needed him too badly to keep this game going. You went on tiptoes and placed your hand on one side of his neck, leaning up so your lips were next to his ear on the opposite side. “Make me,” You uttered, your breath tickling his ear and sending him over the edge. One arm wrapped around your waist and lifted you up onto the counter while the other hand rested on your thigh. His lips connected with yours and your hands clutched the hair on the back of his head to pull him close. Andrew moved his hands to the hem of the sweatshirt and practically tore it off of you, abandoning it on the kitchen floor. You were left with your chest completely exposed and only a pair of running shorts keeping your bottom half modest. A soft moan escaped your lips as Andrew gripped your hips and kissed down your neck. Your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer to you.

         Andrew took this position as an opportunity to lift you off of the counter and carry you to the bedroom. He set you on the edge of the bed and you leaned up to kiss him, but his words prevented you from doing so, “I’m sorry about earli-.”

         You shook your head and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him in close to you. If you let him apologize, he’d lose the heat and frustration that had you half naked on the kitchen counter so you cut him off, “Shut up and kiss me.” The events that took place earlier were no longer important to you. You knew Andrew regretted what he said as soon as the words left his mouth. The words held no weight so you figured it’d be better to move past it. Besides, you were focused on more than apologies right now. You pulled him over you as you laid back on the bed and eagerly met his lips with yours. His hand took a gripped your hair as he kissed you, controlling the movements of your head like a puppeteer. You hissed sharply as he tugged your hair a little too hard, but the pain was equally pleasurable.

         Before he could start kissing down your body, you lifted the bottom of his shirt to take it off. In one fluid movement, he removed his shirt and his lips were on your chest. He took one of your nipples in his mouth while his hand paid attention to the other. Your back arched, pressing your chest into his face while your hands grasped at the sheets. He pulled off of you for a moment so he could latch onto the other nipple and swirl his tongue around it. You hummed as his mouth worked from your chest down your stomach. You were sure his next move was to remove your shorts, but to him, teasing you was a little more important. He kissed your inner thighs, moving closer and closer to your center. Despite his mouth working wonders on your thighs, you whined because you needed his mouth elsewhere. He took the hint and slid your shorts and panties down your legs.

         You spread your legs as he got comfortable between them. His arms hooked under your legs and his hands rested on your stomach to prevent your hips from bucking. His tongue was pressed flat against you as it traveled slowly up from your entrance to your clit. You hummed as you closed your eyes and appreciated how warm and inviting his mouth was. His beard created the most unbearably satisfying friction against your sensitive skin. He drew patterns on you with his tongue while you tried to prevent your thighs from clamping around his face. “Andrew,” You moaned while he encircled your clit before wrapping his lips around it. The soft suction had you biting your lip to keep yourself from falling apart beneath him. As you neared your finish, you reached down to hold one of his hands that was resting on your stomach. Your back arched and you squeezed his hand as you came.

         He kissed his way back up your body and slipped his tongue into your mouth when he reached your lips. The taste of you still lingered on his tongue as he kissed you. You reached down between the two of you and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down his legs. He pulled you on top of him so you were straddling his waist, his underwear the only thing keeping his cock from slipping into you. You kissed along his jawline and nipped at the sensitive part of his throat, causing him to sigh blissfully. You smiled to yourself and continued your descent of his body. You kissed across his chest, teasing him with your tongue and grazing your teeth over his nipples. He cursed under his breath and you looked up at him as you took his nipple between your teeth, tugging gently. This was something you found out was his weakness a couple months into dating him. In fact, being bitten or nipped at anywhere was Andrew’s weakness. The first time you used your teeth you thought that he was going to lose his mind and now it was something you did ever since.

         You moved lower, licking along his waistline before taking the band of his underwear between your teeth and pulling it down. You licked your lips before taking him in your hand and pumping it a few times. You hovered over the head to let your saliva drip onto his cock and mix with his precum. You licked the underside of his cock and watched as his head fall back into the pillow. His hand came to hold your hair back out of your face when you took his cock in your mouth. You bobbed slowly at first, building your way up to taking his whole length. Your lips touched the base of his cock as you took him deep into your throat. His hand held the back of your head and held you there for a moment, causing you to gag lightly. You moaned as he let you pull off of him, going back to working him in your hand. You massaged his balls in your hand as you wrapped your lips around his cock again. You bobbed your head until his hands held your head in place to release in your throat. Andrew stroked your hair as you straddled him again and peppered kisses along his collarbone. You placed a hand on his cheek as you kissed him, running your tongue along his bottom lip. He moaned against your mouth as you rubbed yourself against his cock to get him hard again. Andrew moved his hips in time with you and gripped your hip with one hand while the other was still in your hair.

         He removed his mouth from yours for a moment to reach into the bedside drawer for a condom. He ripped the foil with his teeth and rolled it onto his cock. You took his cock and lined it up with your entrance, sinking onto it slowly. He thrusted up to meet your hips and grunted as your head fell back in pleasure. Your hands rested on his torso as you rode him, moans escaping your lips. He let you be on top for a bit before he wanted to take control and ravage you the way he had wanted to when he came home.

He rested a hand on your hip and your lower back as he flipped your position so he was on top. Andrew rested his forehead against yours and kissed you as he pushed himself into you. You moaned and pressed your face into his neck as his thrusts settled into a quick pace. “Fuck, y/n,” Andrew groaned in response to your teeth biting down on his shoulder.

         You hummed, satisfied with the effect you were having on him, and moved your legs so he could thrust deeper. “Harder,” You moaned into his ear. He did as you told him to and pumped himself into you causing his hips to smack against yours. You inhaled sharply and arched your back as he met your desires. You grabbed a hold of his wrist and guided his hand to your throat. He got wind of what you wanted and smirked down at you. Andrew’s hand covered your throat while his thumb gently pressed against the artery in your neck. All of your senses were instantly heightened and the feeling of Andrew choking you had you on the brink. Your eyes watered lightly as he thrusted into you hard and fast. Just as you were about to orgasm, Andrew removed his hand from your neck and grabbed your hips. Your body shuddered as you came and your legs tightened around his waist. Andrew’s forehead fell against yours after he came a few thrusts later.

         The two of you were breathing heavily and feeling delightfully hazy as you soaked up the pleasure both of you experienced. He discarded the condom and laid on his side next to you. You turned towards him and tucked yourself into his chest with your head resting comfortably under his chin. He pressed a few soft kisses into your hair and ran his hand up and down your back. “Forgive me for being an ass?” He asked, looking down at you.

         You looked up at him and smiled, “Go down on me one more time. That will help me understand that you’re really sorry.”

         He chuckled and eased you onto your back, “Are you going to make me beg?”

         “I think you should,” You said, kissing him before he made his way between your legs.

         “That’s a reasonable request,” He smiled, pressing kisses to your thighs. It was well into the morning hours when Andrew was finally finished apologizing to you.

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How to praise writers and influence fics

I’ve seen a lot of posts recently reminding readers to leave feedback on fics, which is great!!  Writers deserve all the love they can get.  Likes, reblogs, comments, messages, these are the lifeblood of writers.  They are proof that people are reading, that they’re enjoying, and that they want more.  

But maybe readers don’t know what to say.  Maybe you’re new to Tumblr, new to reading fan fiction, shy, or just not sure how to say what you want to say.

Let me start by saying, no matter how popular the blog or how cool you think they are, everyone loves a compliment.  If you’re worried about sounding silly or bothering people, let me assure you- a message will make your writer do a happy dance (depending on the writer, they may actually get up and dance.  I have.)

Here’s the basic ways of communicating with writers on Tumblr:

Likes and kudos- these are great, they’re the high-fives in this world.  They’re the “hey, nice” nod. Reblogs- even better, because they mean exposure.  More people see the story and that makes us really happy.  A reblog with a comment is amazing, especially one that entices others to read.  These make a writer’s day. Comments and messages- these are the thing that keeps us going.  Most of us have anon turned on- and if we don’t, just let us know you want a private reply.  (And, if your writer has anon off, it probably means they’ve been getting hate and deserve extra love.) Recommendations- recs are like coming in to work to find someone baked your favorite cake and left it on your desk.  Recommendations make your writer feel so loved and valued!

So, that’s all good, but what do you actually SAY to writers?  It doesn’t have to be much or take a lot of time.

A simple “This is great/funny/hot!” is wonderful.  "Best fic I’ve read this week!“  "Funny as hell and cute too.”  "You have to read this, it’s awesome!“  "I can’t wait for more of this.”  "I hope you keep going!“  These are great in reblogs and in messages.

Even better is specific feedback.  We love specific feedback, because it tells us what readers liked and what they didn’t.  Want to influence our next fic?  Tell us what you liked about this one and I bet you it will keep showing up!  Specific feedback is just telling the writer what you liked.  It doesn’t have to be long or complicated, either.  (But if you write a lot, we will love you so much.)

Was there a character you liked?  Talk about them:  "I love how you wrote X” “Y was so funny!”  "OMG I wanted to STRANGLE Q!“  "You can really feel X’s frustration.”  "Y has so much depth, they’re a really well-rounded character.“  "R says so much with so few words, it’s amazing.”

What about a part or line you enjoyed?  "That bit in the park- LOVE IT.“  "I have never read a better description of a cup of tea.”  "The way you wrote about his fear, that was heartbreaking.“

Was there a part that made you feel something?  Happy, sad, angry?  "That last sentence killed me, he’s so broken.”  "I wanted to jump around when they finally kissed!“  "This chapter was so tense, my heart was pounding by the end.”

Did the characters or plot or setting remind you of your life?  "I live in Brussels, that’s just how that street looks.“  "When Y talked about R, I knew exactly how he felt.”  "You captured that lost, aimless feeling perfectly; I’ve so been there.“

Are there unanswered questions?  Mention how much you want the answers.  "I can’t wait to find out what’s in the basket!”  "That was a cliffhanger ending, wow.“  "How is she going to explain THAT?”  (some writers are touchy about  predicting, though, so stay away from “I bet he’ll throw that letter out.” or “X is clearly coming back.”)

A few closing notes: be enthusiastic if that’s your style, go crazy with exclamation marks, smileys, caps!  Tell a writer if you’re rereading their work- very little makes us happier than knowing our writing has the staying power for a second, third, sixth, tenth read.  Did a reread give you a new insight or feeling about the fic?  Tell us!  We will be so excited to hear.  And remember, recommendations are wonderful- putting up a random post tagging your favorite writers or fics you’re enjoying will show the writers that they’re writing is more than a flash in the opan and they’ll get some new readers too!

We can’t do this writing thing without you guys.  So thank you so much!  Without readers, we’re just talking to ourselves.  We love and appreciate you for reading- but we need to know you’re doing it.  We need feedback like we need air.  Don’t let your favorite writers suffocate! :)

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Benny proposing

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I Didn’t Want to Do It Like This

Andrew Proposes. Requested. Word Count: 1,298

        “We have reservations at eight, y/n. We need to get going soon,” Andrew said from the bedroom. He was currently sitting on the edge of the bed in a suit waiting for you to get ready for the dinner he had planned months ago.

        “You can’t rush perfection,” You responded from the bathroom which earned a groan from him as he flopped back on the bed. It was strange for Andrew to be concerned with being on time, but you assumed it was because he was taking you to a posh restaurant which was not your usual date night. Not that Andrew wouldn’t spoil you with nice things, it was just that you preferred the simple things and so did he. You emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later to see Andrew laying on the bed with his eyes closed, “How do I look?”

        He sat up and opened his eyes, speechless for a moment. A smile made its way onto his face as he stood, taking your hands, “You look so beautiful.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek so he wouldn’t make a mess of your lipstick and escorted you out of the house and to the restaurant. You were wearing a simple black dress that ended at your knees paired with black kitten heels. Andrew suggested walking to the restaurant since it wasn’t too far from where you lived and the weather was perfect.

        As you were being seated, Andrew ordered a bottle of red wine without looking at the menu which caused you to raise a brow. He was not a connoisseur of wine by any means and usually ended up picking something random off the menu. Once the waiter left, you questioned him, “Since when are you a wine expert? You didn’t even look at a list.”

        He just shrugged it off and changed the subject. Dinner passed on the way it usually did between you two with effortless conversation. The wine he selected paired perfectly with the meal and both of you shared what you ordered with each other. Your date was perfect, but as the night progressed, Andrew seemed to be getting nervous. Perhaps it was the wine that caused you to do so or the way Andrew looked in his suit, but you found yourself taking your foot out of your heel and extending it under the table to brush against his inner thigh just as he was beginning to say something to you.

        Your foot made his speech cease and surprised him. His knee jerked and bumped up against the table. “What were you going to say?” You asked with a smirk, continuing to move your foot along his thigh.

        “I uh, was going to ask if you liked the wine,” He said, pushing your foot away. You were a bit suspicious of his answer considering he had already asked you that question when you initially tasted it.

        “I still like it,” You told him as you slipped your heel back on, wondering what was going on in his head that was causing him to get nervous.

        “I already asked that, sorry,” He shook his head and chuckled a bit. “I’m still glad that you like it,” He joked.

        “Nothing to be sorry for,” You smiled. “Is everything okay? You seem like there’s something on your mind,” You asked him as he chewed the inside of his bottom lip.

        He nodded, giving you a smile in an attempt to prove that everything was normal and nothing was out of the ordinary. “Everything’s always okay when I’m with you,” He said.

        You blushed even though the comment was one of the cheesiest things he had ever said to you. “If you say so,” You smiled. A little while later, he took your hand over the table and told you he loved you. “I love you too,” You said, maneuvering your foot back between his legs.

        “Knock it off, y/n,” He said, giving you a stern look.

        “Knock what off?” You asked, acting innocent as your foot rubbed against him. You smiled as his breath hitched in his throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You teased.

        He let go of your hand and gave you an annoyed look, “How am I in love with someone so insufferable?”

        You shrugged your shoulders lightly and smiled, “She must be a million great things if you could look past how insufferable she is.”

        Andrew knocked your foot away, trying to stay serious and regain his composure before you tried touching him under the table again. He paid the bill while you went to the bathroom to reapply your lipstick. You met him at the front of restaurant and he seemed a little down. Your arm snaked around his and you gave it a squeeze, “Are you sure you’re alright?”

        He nodded and kissed your forehead before leading you out of the restaurant. The temperature had dropped a considerable amount since the walk to the restaurant so Andrew draped his suit jacket over your shoulders which you greatly appreciated it.

        “I think it’s quicker if we go this way,” He told you, walking towards the park to cut through it. You followed him as you slipped the jacket on so you were actually wearing it.

        You leaned against him as you walked and he smiled down at you. “Look at you being romantic with a walk through the park. Are you trying to set the mood?” You asked, slapping his ass.

        He rolled his eyes and shook his head, fighting off a laugh, “You’re a pervert, you know that?” He seemed a little off still and you wondered if dinner wasn’t sitting well with him. You told him you were only a pervert for him and resumed leaning against him. His arm draped around your shoulders and played with ends of your hair as you walked. The night, despite being a little cold, was perfect. Dinner was great and any time you had the chance to spend time with Andrew was guaranteed to be fantastic, even if it was just staying in and watching something dumb on Netflix.

        A silence lingered between the two of you and you could tell that there was something on Andrew’s mind. The quiet wasn’t uncomfortable, but he was definitely nervous about something. You decided to try and ease his mind by making him laugh so you placed your hand on his ass and gave it a squeeze as the two of you neared a fountain in the middle of the park. “Jesus, would you stop groping me? I’m trying to do something important!” He said and in one swift movement halted you by taking a hold of your wrists. You gave him a confused look as he took a deep breath and kissed your forehead so you knew he wasn’t angry with you. “I didn’t want to do it like this,” He started. “I wanted to do this in the restaurant, but someone couldn’t keep their hands to themselves so now I’m doing it next to this stupid fountain,” He laughed, gesturing to the water fixture. You were confused at first, but it all came together for you when he reached into the pocket of the suit jacket that you were wearing and went down on one knee. He took your hand and smiled as you looked down at him with tears in your eyes, “Y/n, will you marry me?” You were in shock as he opened the small black box, revealing the most beautiful diamond ring. You nodded managing meek yes. He slipped the ring onto your finger and rose to envelop you in his arms. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he smiled into your hair. It really was a perfect night.

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Can you do an Aaron Judge smut imagine that is sweet and fluffy? If you don't do smut can you do a regular imagine with him where you guys get married? Thank you❤

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Homerun Derby - Aaron Judge

Sweet, fluffy smut Requested. Word Count: 1,751

          “How are you feeling?” You looked up to your boyfriend and awaited his response. You were standing next to your boyfriend of two years, Aaron Judge, near the backstop of Marlins Park. It had been amazing to see Aaron come into the majors after a difficult season the year before. It had been even more amazing to see him steal headlines and media coverage because of how well he’s been performing as a rookie. Now you were standing next to him, hours before the Homerun Derby was supposed to start. Words couldn’t put together how proud of him you were. You admired him as he looked around the park with an almost childlike admiration. You took a hold of his hand and gave it a squeeze, “Are you even on planet earth right now?”

          “What?” Aaron finally said, looking down at you. You laughed at him and he did too, “Sorry. I’m just trying to take everything in.” He scanned the stadium again, “I’m trying to savor it.”

          You nodded. You couldn’t blame him. He had worked so hard to get where he was and you loved that he was taking a moment to step back and enjoy himself. “Are you nervous at all?” You asked.

          He shrugged, “I’m just excited to be a part of it.”

          “You should be,” You told him, going on your tip toes to kiss him. “Meet me halfway at least,” You complained in a joking way. Aaron smiled and leaned down to kiss you, placing his hand on your back and pulling you in.

***

          You sat with the rest of the American League and their families as Justin Bour swung his way to 22 home runs. Aaron was obviously capable of hitting that many homers, but you still let yourself get nervous as he stepped up to the plate for his turn. Your heart was beating fast as Aaron’s home run count kept going up, creeping up on Bour’s number.

          Once he surpassed 22 home runs, you were on your feet and ready to be wrapped up in his arms. It was only the first round, but it was a start. “You getting nervous yet, babe?” You asked him as he sat down next to you.

          “I’m getting there, yeah,” He admitted, rubbing his palms on his knees.

          “You’ll be perfect,” You said, kissing his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder. “Don’t worry,” The two of you sat like that for a few minutes before he was whisked off to be interviewed before semifinals.

***

          He was up against Cody Bellinger next. Bellinger hit 12. Aaron had to hit ten less than in round one and you knew he could manage it. You watched as the ball left his bat and blasted into the outfield. The distance lit up the big screen. 513 feet. You knew what Aaron could do, but even you were amazed along with the rest of the fans in the park who were on their feet cheering for him.

          Aaron didn’t spend as much time with you in between at bats this time. He gave you a quick kiss and a smile that always melted your heart before going to take a few practice swings. It was time for him to get serious about winning the Derby. He was in the finals now.

***

          Aaron made the finals look simple, but you knew that this feat and everything leading up to this point wasn’t easy. You always prided yourself on not getting emotional at things like this, but seeing Aaron receive the trophy and hearing the fans react made your heart swell. He was as humble as ever, owing everything to the fans.

          As soon as he was free from the media, your arms were around him and a smile was spread wide across your face. He laughed, scooping you up and kissing your cheek. You could feel the excitement radiating off of him as you walked hand in hand off the field with him.

***

          Before going back to the hotel for the night, you and Aaron had stopped by the bar that some of the All Star players decided to hang out and party at for a little bit.

          It was about an hour into the party when Aaron had had enough of seeing you dance with the other wives and girlfriends on the dance floor. He was just too turned on watching your hips sway to beat of the music and he needed you right away. Little did he know that this was your plan the whole night. It also didn’t help that he barely got to spend enough alone time with you in the past couple days with him doing tons of work with the media.

          You suddenly felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and a hot breath running down your neck. “Babe, I think it’s time to go,” He said in a lustful tone, kissing the exposed skin on your shoulder. “Okay, baby boy, we can go now,” You said while turning around and looking up at him with a deviant smirk on your face. Calling him baby boy was more than enough to push him through the edge. Every time you’d call him that he would get weak in the knees and he’d feel the strong desire to just take you right then and there.

          You said goodnight to everyone and he kept his hand rested right on your ass as you two were walking out of the crowd of people dancing and into the beautiful Miami air. Aaron thanked god that the walk to the hotel wasn’t that far from the bar because he was ready to bust at any moment just at the sight of his gorgeous girlfriend.

          The both of you had your hands on each other as soon as you entered the elevator to go up to the room that so patiently waited for you two to mess it up with your clothes all over the floor. As you walked through the door your dress was already unzipped and by the time Aaron closed the door, it was off of you in a split second. “I have waited all day to have you to myself, baby boy.” You exclaimed, pulling him by his half-loosened belt to bring him closer to you again.

          You squealed as Aaron lifted you up off your feet and placed you safely on the bed. He then went to finish undressing himself but tonight it was your time to pleasure him after his accomplishments in the derby. “No, baby, it’s my job tonight to give you the best ride of your life.” You interrupted him getting up and sliding your hands under his shirt and up his abs and chest.

          You slipped the purple shirt, which matched his skin tone perfectly, over his head and just stared at his beautiful upper body.

          Next to come off were his pants and you wasted no time taking them off. Now he was standing there in just his boxers. You turned him around so his back was facing the bed now and slowly pushed him down onto it as you straddled his waist.

          First, you two shared a strong passionate kiss to show your true love to each other like you always do. “God I fucking love you, princess.” Aaron mumbled against your lips as you both parted to catch your breath. “I love you too,” You said back to him as you once again closed the gap between your lips. “I need to feel you so badly, baby. Please,” He begged.

          You started kissing down his jaw, then to his neck where you found his sweet spot right above his collarbone, then moved your lips down his body until you got to the waistband of his underwear. You paused momentarily, looking up to find his lusting stare. He bit the inside of his bottom lip as the anticipation of your touch was growing to be unbearable. You pressed your lips against his cock, kissing through his boxers. He moaned softly at the feeling of your lips as you slid his underwear down his legs.

          His cock slapped against his stomach once it was free from the constraints of his boxers. You took his cock in your hand and hovered your mouth over it. He watched as your saliva fell from your lips and onto the head of his cock and tucked your hair behind your ear. You started stroking his cock, lubricating it with a mixture of your saliva and his precum. After a few strokes, your eyes met his and you slowly took his cock in your mouth until he was deep in your throat, all while maintaining eye contact. His lips parted as the sensation took over his body and he placed his hand on the back of your head. His hand guided your head up and down gently until he could feel the pleasure building and growing strong in his stomach. He got a little more aggressive, forcing himself deeper into your mouth. You gagged slightly on his length which pushed him over the edge. You swallowed his cum and pulled off of his cock. He pulled you back onto his lap, wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb before kissing you.

          His lips were soft against your neck as he positioned you on your stomach. You held yourself up on your hands and knees while he rubbed the head of his cock against your entrance. His thrusts were slow and deep, eventually quickening when you were ready. His hands gripped your hips, his nails digging into your skin. The pain mixed with the pleasure had you at your tipping point. Your hips pushed back, keeping time with his thrusts. You moaned his name alongside expletives as you came with your fingers gripping the sheets. Your knuckles turned white as you clutched the sheets and shivers ran down your spine as he placed featherlight kisses down your back after pulling out.

          He laid at the top of the bed and held his arm out, gesturing for you to lay with him. You crawled up the bed and laid next to him. His fingers brushed your hair away from your forehead and kissed you. “Thanks for coming to Miami,” He said, “You didn’t have to. I know it was hard to take off work.”

          You shook your head and silenced him with your lips, “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”

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Kids at the Park - Andrew Benintendi

Andrew with his kids. Requested. Word Count: 1,479

          “Mommy!” Your four year old daughter called. You heard her running up the stairs to come find you, “Mommy!” She appeared in the doorway with a big smile on her face that looked so much like her father’s. In fact, mostly everything about her resembled her father’s except her lips and the way her cheeks freckled during the summer. That was all from you.

          “What is it, Norah?” You couldn’t help but laugh at her as she stood in the doorway of the nursery, out of breath from sprinting up the stairs and bubbling with excitement. You had asked Andrew to make Norah breakfast while you fed the twins and dressed them for the day. It was a fairly exciting day, definitely one that you and Andrew would remember. Today would be the first baseball game for the twins, Tyler and Oliver. When you were pregnant with Norah, you were at every home game and when Norah learned how to hold her head up, she attended every one of Andrew’s home games with you. However, when the twins were born, it was a little too difficult to supervise a toddler and two infants at the game. Now the twins were creeping up on two and you discussed with Andrew that you thought they were ready for their first baseball game. When Norah overheard you two talking about it, it became the only conversation topic she was interested in talking about. She loved going to the park and seeing her dad play. Her eyes would light up when he was up to bat and your heart would melt at the sight of her. Norah had been counting down the days until she could finally see her daddy play in person again like it was Christmas.

          “Daddy said to ask you something,” Norah giggled, walking over to Tyler and retrieving the toy he had been trying to reach for him.

          You picked Oliver up off of the changing table and set him down next to his brother. You really admired how mature Norah was becoming and how eager she was to help her brothers. You were nervous that Andrew’s spoiling would make her jealous of the twins, and she was at first, but when she realized that Andrew could easily spoil three children, everything was alright. “Did he?” You smiled. “And what did he say to ask me?”

          “He said I’m a big girl now,” She started, looking at her feet and holding her hands together the way she did when she was about to ask you for something she wasn’t sure that you’d say yes to. She mustered her confidence and smiled again, “He says that I can go with him to practice before the game. But you have to say it’s okay.”

          You took a hold of the twins hands so you could help them walk out of the nursery and down the stairs. “Let me talk to daddy about it,” You told her, hating the way her smile was replaced by a frown when she didn’t get the yes she wanted. “Take Oliver’s hand and help him down the stairs. I think that will better your chances of going with daddy,” You told her, which perked her back up a bit as she took her brother’s hand and walked slowly with him to the stairs.

          “What’d she say, Nor?” Andrew asked, scooping up Oliver and blowing raspberries against his cheek which sent the infant into a fit of laughter.

          “She has to talk to you,” Norah pouted slightly as Andrew set Oliver back down.

          Andrew kneeled down next to her and smoothed her hair, whispering, “Don’t worry, little lady, I’ll sweet talk her. There’s no way she’ll say no.” You chuckled, appreciating the bond between Norah and Andrew. You opened the fridge to get orange juice and when you closed it, Andrew startled you by appearing on the other side of the refrigerator door giving you a flirtatious smile. You jumped and put your hand on your chest as he tried a pick up line which earned a laugh from Norah, “Hey, you come here often?”

          “To my kitchen?” You laughed at him. “Yeah, I come here quite a bit,” You reached up into the cabinet to get a glass and felt Andrew’s arms wrap around your torso.

          “Tough crowd this morning in the Benintendi household, huh?” Andrew teased, placing a kiss against your neck. You swatted him away with a dishtowel. “Alright, alright. What’s it going to take for me to bring my girl to batting practice today?” He asked, picking up both of the twins and leading Nora into the living room.

          You followed them into the living room and sipped your orange juice, “It doesn’t take anything. She’s your daughter, you’re allowed to take her places. I’m just concerned.” You sat on the couch while Andrew turned on a children’s program.

          He sat next to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. “What is there to be concerned about? I’m responsible and Norah knows how to behave,” Andrew said, confused as to why you’d be wary.

          “It’s not that I don’t trust you and Norah, babe,” You said shaking your head. “It’s that taking her to batting practice isn’t taking her into the yard to play catch. It’s work. There’s other things that you need to focus on when you’re there and you could get preoccupied,” You pointed out. “You don’t have to be distracted for long for something bad to happen. She can get hurt if she’s not paying attention. She’s still little, Andrew, she needs to be watched.”

          Andrew considered it for a moment and you were almost positive that he’d retract his offer to Norah at the thought of her getting hurt on his watch, but he ended up shaking his head. “No, I think she’s ready,” He said. “Everything will be fine. I’ll watch her and I won’t take my eyes off her,” He reassured you, kissing the side of your head. “Besides, the other guys will keep an eye out too. She’ll be the most protected kid in Boston for a few hours,” You leaned into him and murmured an okay. “Really?” He asked, smiling as big as Norah was earlier. You nodded again, almost not believing that you were agreeing to his offer. He jumped off the couch and picked Norah up, spinning her with excitement, “My girl’s coming to work with me!” The sounds of Norah and Andrew laughing together made you feel a lot better about allowing her to attend practice. Now today’s date would mark the twins’ first baseball game and Norah’s first time at batting practice with her dad.

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          The game had been a success. The Sox won and Andrew went 4-for-5. Tyler and Oliver behaved surprisingly well, although towards the end of the game they began to grow tired. By the time the ninth inning rolled around, the boys were both napping with their heads on your lap. Norah however was attentive the whole game, sitting on the edge of her seat and holding her breath each time Andrew was up to bat. Andrew really made her fall in love with the game at a young age.

          Between innings, she told you all the things she did with her dad during their day together. Andrew had checked in multiple times with you during batting practice and informed you about what the two were up to, sending a picture here and there, but hearing Norah recount the day made your heart swell with love. Your favorite picture he sent was of Norah smiling ear to ear and sitting on his lap in front of his locker in the clubhouse.

          When the game was over, you gently woke Tyler and Oliver so you could meet Andrew and get the kids into bed. They both perked up at the mention of seeing Andrew soon, having missed their dad all day. As soon as they saw Andrew, Tyler and Oliver ran as fast as their toddler legs would carry them. It was Norah’s turn to get sleepy on you. She reached her arms up to you and soon she was nuzzling her head into your neck, beginning to doze off. Andrew walked over to you with Tyler and Oliver in his arms, resting their heads and kissed your cheek, “We’ve got some tired kids on our hands tonight. Tucking them in should be easy.”

          You nodded and leaned up to give him a proper kiss. “I was surprised the boys made it as long as they did,” You told him. “All three of them were great,” You said as Andrew smiled and kissed Tyler and Oliver on the cheeks.

          “Yeah, we’ve done pretty well in the parenting department so far,” He said as the two of you walked towards your cars together.

          “Really well,” You agreed happily.

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So Much For a Day Off - Aaron Judge

A day off with Aaron doesn’t go as planned. Fluff. Requested. Word Count: 1688

            It was a rare occurrence that Aaron had a day off. An even more rare occurrence? You also had the day off. He had a nice day planned for the two of you that ended with dinner at your favorite restaurant. On days like this, you would sleep in and savor the fact that you didn’t have to rise out of bed at six in the morning. However, your cramps had different plans. Their plan was to wake you up even earlier than your usual wake up and wield knives to attack your lower abdomen. You tried getting comfortable again by putting your head on Aaron’s shoulder and draping your arm across his torso. You were able to sleep through the cramps for a few more hours before they grew to be unbearable. You sat up in bed and gave up on the opportunity to sleep in. Aaron was no longer next to you which was a little curious since you were usually the one to wake up first. You frowned when the clock on your nightstand read 8:34. Sure it was later than you’d usually wake up, but with cramps as painful as this, you’d rather sleep longer. Next to the clock was a note:

            If you’re still sleeping before I get back, I went to go get us some coffee and breakfast so we can start our day off together the right way. Love you            Aaron

            You smiled despite the pain and appreciated the little things he did for you to make you happy. Coffee and breakfast could have easily been made at home, but he knew you loved it when he surprised you with breakfast from the cafe on the next street over because the cheese danishes were to die for. You started a shower and opened the medicine cabinet to retrieve some ibuprofen. As you showered, you were hoping that your cramps would subside by the time Aaron came home, but you knew when your period cramps were this bad that you would most likely be in discomfort all day. After your shower, you put on leggings and one of Aaron’s shirts which ended a few inches above your knees. You heard the door open as you shut off your hair dryer. You made your way out to the kitchen while Aaron was setting breakfast down on the counter.

            “Hey, did you see my note?” Aaron asked. You wrapped your arms around his torso and nodded. “What’s wrong?” He questioned when he realized you weren’t you weren’t as excited for the cheese danishes as usual.

           “Don’t feel well,” You murmured into his chest, “So much for a relaxing day off.” The ibuprofen wasn’t doing too much for you, but you’d be lying if you said that having Aaron with you didn’t make you feel even the slightest bit better.

           “Aw, babe,” He said, stroking your hair. He tilted your head up so you were looking up at him, “Go put on a movie or something. I’ll bring breakfast to you.” You nodded in agreement and he leaned down to kiss you, stroking your cheek as he did so.

           You sat on the couch with your knees pulled up against your chest as you turned the television on. You didn’t really have the focus to pay attention to a movie so you turned on some home renovation show that you didn’t know the name of. Aaron placed breakfast and coffee on the coffee table before turning to leave the living room. Your brows came together in confusion and you frowned, “Where are you going?”

           “I’ll be back,” He told you, “Don’t worry.” He gave you a reassuring smile and a kiss on your forehead before leaving you alone on the couch. He was gone for about ten minutes and you were growing impatient because you were hungry, but you also didn’t want to eat without him. You were about to get up and see what he was up to when he returned with his arms full of blankets. “I figured you should be as comfortable as possible if you don’t feel the greatest,” He told you as you stood so he could spread the blankets out on the couch the way he wanted them.

           Once the blankets were arranged, he laid down on the couch and motioned for you to join him. You laid between his legs with your back against his chest and pulled a blanket over yourself. “Have I ever told you that you’re the sweetest boy in the world?” You smiled, tilting your head up to look at him.

           “Frequently, yeah,” He laughed. He handed you your coffee before reaching for his own.

           “Good. You should know where you rank on the sweetness scale,” You told him, leaning up to kiss him. He smiled against your lips and moved his arm around you to rest his hand on your stomach. You both ate your breakfast and commented on the choices made by the interior decorators on the show.

           The ibuprofen was doing nothing for you. If anything your cramps were getting worse. You turned your attention back to the television and tried to enjoy your coffee. Aaron watched your face screw up in pain and set his empty cup on the coffee table, “Still hurting pretty bad?” You nodded and he gave you a sympathetic look. He started stroking your hair with one hand and your lower abdomen with the other. The pressure of his large hand against your stomach was doing wonders for you. It was quiet between you for a while, the only conversation occurring when he asked you if you were done with your coffee so he could take the cup from you. His massaging of your torso and caressing of your hair eventually caused you to drift off into sleep on his chest.

           When you woke up, there was a stabbing pain in your abdomen. You tried to get up, but Aaron’s arm tightened around your waist. He had fallen asleep a few minutes after you did with his head resting against yours. You attempted escaping from his grasp without disturbing him, but you failed and woke him up. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, “What’s wrong?”

           You shook your head, “Nothing. I’m just going to get some more ibuprofen.” You were about to stand up when he put his hand on your arm, effectively stopping you.

           “I’ll get it. You lay down and rest,” He said, standing up before you could protest. You were a fairly independent person who didn’t need someone to take care of you like this, but you couldn’t say that you didn’t like the way Aaron was treating you or that his behavior at the moment didn’t make you love him even more. He returned as promised with ibuprofen and water, but also with your heating pad, your prized possession during your period. You smiled as you took the heating pad and pills from him, thanking him with a kiss.

           The rest of the day passed on similarly with Aaron doing anything and everything he could for you. It was around four in the afternoon when the comfortable silence was broken. “So about dinner tonight,” Aaron started. You turned to look at him and frowned. The two of you had been looking forward to this night for the entire month and then your cramps came and ruined it. You barely got to spend the evening with Aaron and have dinner because both of your work schedules conflicted so much and now that you finally had an opportunity to share the night together, you were ill.

           “I don’t think I’m going to be able to go out tonight,” You said sadly. You really were bummed out. Aaron had been excited to reveal to you that he was going to take you out tonight and you knew he was as upset as you that the plans were going to have to wait until the next day off. You put your hand on his leg, “Aaron, I really am sor-.”

           “Don’t be sorry,” He cut you off, shaking his head. He pulled you into his side and kissed your forehead, “It’s not your fault.” He rubbed the small of your back for a few minutes, thinking about something, “Why don’t you go lay down for a bit and if you’re feeling better, we’ll see about dinner?” You nodded, willing to see if sleep would aid in stopping your cramps so you could go out with Aaron. Just as you stood and began walking away from the couch, Aaron stood too and caught your hand. He pulled you back to him and kissed you softly, brushing your hair back. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his arms settled around your torso, pulling you up to him. “Really, don’t feel bad about dinner if you’re not feeling well,” Aaron told you when he pulled away. You nodded and gave him another kiss before walking off towards the bedroom.

           As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. You were able to sleep for about two hours before your cramps woke you up again. You stood and walked slowly out of your room so you could reluctantly tell Aaron that going out to dinner tonight wasn’t happening. When you reached the kitchen, you saw Aaron setting the table and take out bags from your favorite restaurant. “What’s going on here?” You asked, smiling.

           Aaron was startled by your voice. “Crap, you were supposed to still be sleeping. I was going to come wake you once the table was set,” Aaron said, setting a bottle of wine down on the table. “I thought since you weren’t well enough to go out to the restaurant tonight, I’d bring the restaurant to you,” He told you. Your heart swelled and your smile spread even wider. “I know it’s not the same as going out and it’s not as goo-,” He started.

           It was your turn to cut him off. “It’s perfect,” You told him, going on your tip toes and kissing him, “You’re perfect.”

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Happy Birthday

Word Count: 1,512

Jealous birthday sex

TW: smut, minor swearing

“Happy Birthday to you,” You sang softly as you put coffee and a bagel with cream cheese on the nightstand. “Happy birthday to you,” You sat on the edge of the bed next to him as he slept. “Happy Birthday, dear Andrew, happy birthday to you,” You moved his hair out his face and kissed his cheek, stirring him. “Good morning, birthday boy,” You told him as he woke up. He pulled you on top of him, causing you to laugh, and kissed you, “Good morning.”

You spent the morning cuddling and sharing coffee and cream cheese kisses. Andrew was snuggled into your side with his head on your stomach while you were playing with his hair. “How’s twenty three treating you so far?” You asked.

He rolled onto his back so he could look at you, “If this morning is an indication of how my year is going to be, twenty three will be the best year yet.” You laughed at his cheesiness, but appreciated the sentiment.

After losing the finale and their winning streak in Arlington, the team worked hard in the series opener against Tampa. You talked to a couple of the guys and told them that you wanted to surprise Andrew for his birthday by going out for drinks after the game. They all were on board and happy to celebrate, especially after Andrew’s performance on Tuesday. After the game, you told Andrew that you wanted to go out for a drink to celebrate his birthday, leaving out the fact that his team would be there too.

Andrew was surprised to see his teammates and a few friends from college whom you had contacted just for this occasion at the bar. He gave you a hug and you kissed his cheek, “Happy Birthday, sweetheart.” You wiped the faint pink lipstick off his cheek and said, “Go on, I’ll get the drinks. We’ll catch up later.” You made your way to the bar and ordered a round of drinks. You looked back to see Andrew smiling at you and mouthing “Thank you.” You shook your head and blew him a kiss.

While you were waiting at the bar, an old friend from your hometown came up to you. “It’s been a long time. How have you been?” You asked, touching his arm. The two of you had dated in high school, but it was nothing serious. You talked for a bit while you waited for the drinks, laughing as you discussed old memories. “It was so great seeing you,” You smiled, hugging him. As you carried the drinks back to the table, you noticed Andrew was no longer smiling.

You sat down next to Andrew, putting your hand on his arm, “Is everything okay?”

He knocked your hand off of his arm by reaching for a drink, “I’m fine.”

You frowned, “Are you sure?”

He knocked back about half of his drink, “Oh yeah, everything is just great.” You tried holding his hand, but he shifted away from you.  Trying to shake it off, you reaching for your own drink, but you knew something was off with him. He was rarely ever like this.

The rest of the night passed on similarly. He was standoffish and seemed like he was avoiding you. It had gotten to the point where a few of the guys even noticed it. Usually Andrew always had an arm around you or was holding your hand, but tonight he was as distant as ever. “He’s just jealous. He’ll get over it,” Brock told you while you were staring at Andrew, trying to decipher what the problem was.

Your brows came together in confusion, “What are you talking about?”

“Who was that guy you were talking to at the bar? An ex? Old high school sweetheart, maybe?” Brock questioned.

You laughed, “Barely. We would just drive around town with each other because there was nothing else to do. Nothing serious.”

Brock nodded, “I figured as much, but big strong Beni’s got his ego bruised.” It was hard to keep yourself from laughing. Ever since you met Andrew it was like no one else existed. But you knew you’d be jealous too if his ex showed up.

After talking to Brock, you decided to show Andrew that no one was coming between you two. You sat next to him, placing a hand on his arm and before he could push you away, you nipped at his ear and whispered, “Let’s get out of here. I need you.” He checked his phone for the time, trying to appear disinterested, but he stood up to leave with you anyway. As you were leaving, your ex waved to you, but your pretended like you didn’t see him. Instead you reached back to take Andrew’s hand to hold and ducked under his arm so he was holding you to his side.

Since the hotel wasn’t far, you decided to walk. “Did you enjoy your birthday?” You asked him. He nodded, looking down at his feet as he walked. You stopped in front of him and went on your tip toes to kiss him. “I’ve got one more present for you,” You said, “And I can hardly wait to give it to you.”

He shook his head, “I don’t know. I’m kind of tired, long day.”

You sighed, “You know that I dated that guy when I was 16, right? That’s nearly seven years ago.”

His face went red with embarrassment, “What?”

You stroked his cheek, feeling the heat radiating from it, “I know you were jealous in there and you don’t have to be, Andrew. I don’t even think of people like that anymore. Not since I met you.”

He sighed and put his hand on top yours, nodding, “I know. I was just being stupid.” He kissed the palm of your hand, “I guess I just needed to hear you say it.”

You smiled and laced your arms around his neck, “There’s only you. I promise.”

“Did this conversation change your mind about wanting your present?” You asked, tugging at his hair a bit. He nodded and leaned down to kiss you. His kiss was gentle and soft, almost apologetic in a certain way. “Good, because you turn me on so much when you’re angry,” You said once he pulled away. “You just get so..” Your hands massaged from his chest to his shoulders and down his arms, “tense.”

He leaned down to kiss you, “Let’s get back to the hotel before I have to take you in some restaurant’s alley.”

By the time you got to the correct floor, the only thing holding up your dress was your hands. Andrew made quick work of stripping you of your bra and panties, but tonight was supposed to be about him. You undressed him and pushed him onto the bed, kissing from his thighs up to his lips. His eyes were closed in pleasure as you worked his length in your hand and reached into the bed side drawer to retrieve something else. His eyes opened when there was a click. “What the fuck?” He said when he looked up to find himself handcuffed to the headboard. You gave him a devilish smile as you made your way back down to his cock.

You wet your lips and pressed kisses to the head of his cock, collecting the precum that had begun to drip down his length. You took him deep into your throat and maintained eye contact while you pulled off of him slowly. You heard him struggle against the handcuffs, knowing that he wanted nothing more than to touch you. You straddled his face, leaning down to fondle his balls and take him back into your mouth. A moan escaped your lips when his tongue licked up and down your folds, causing vibrations against his cock. He sucked on your clit as ropes of his cum hit the back of your throat. The moans you let out sent him into ecstasy.

You straddled his cock and kissed him, tasting your juices on his tongue. Your hips involuntarily bucked against his shaft. You kept at this for a bit until you felt him get hard again. You rolled a condom onto his cock and unlocked the handcuffs. As soon as he was free, Andrew flipped you onto your back and thrust into you. When he was inside of you,  a string of expletives left his lips. His hands held your hips in a tight grip while your calves rested on his shoulders. His thrusts were fast and deep. “Fuck Andy, I’m going to cum” You moaned. Your back arches when you do, hands grabbing the sheets so hard while he thrusts into you that your knuckles become white. His forehead rests against yours when he cums, rolling his hips into yours a few more times. He shifts onto his back with you on top of him, his hand stroking the small of his back. “I should get you jealous more often, huh?” You tease, kissing his cheek, “Happy Birthday, love.”

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Drunk Confessions

Word Count: 2,150

“Are you ready yet?” Your friend asked over the phone. You were going out to a party tonight with him and a couple of your friends which was something you hadn’t done for a while because Andrew had been traveling with his team. “Yeah, definitely,” You responded even though you still hadn’t done your eye makeup or hair yet and you were still trying to decide between two outfits. “Y/N I’ve known you long enough to know you’re not ready. I’m on my way to yours right now. Do you think you’ll be done getting ready by then?” Andrew asked. You smiled, “Yeah you know me too well.” The two of you had been friends since freshmen year at Arkansas and ever since you met, the two of you have been inseparable. All of your friends thought you were dating and all of his friends thought you were hooking up with each other, but you two were just best friends. Sure you had your moments of flirtiness like when you would slap his ass before he went on the field or when he’d hype you up any time you posted a picture of yourself, but you always told people that you were just friends. “I’m here,” Andrew said when he showed up in the doorway of your dorm, hanging up the phone. He was dressed nicely with a backwards baseball hat on, but he looked exhausted. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around him, feeling his hands travel down to your waist, “How was the road trip?” You pulled away so you could go back to finishing your makeup, “You seem tired.” He nodded, flopping back onto your bed with a yawn, “Long and unsuccessful. I’ve got some school work to catch up on so I can’t be out too late tonight.” He rubbed his eyes, “Are you coming to the game at home this week?” “Have I ever missed one of your home games since I’ve met you?” You asked, turning around and gesturing to the outfits you had laid out on the bed next to him. You really don’t know how you ever got ready without him since he usually helped you pick your outfits or told you what to do with your hair. “Yeah, I guess that was a stupid question,” He smiled, sitting up and looking at the clothes you had chosen. “Can I make an option three?” He asked, standing up and walking over to your wardrobe. He shuffled through it for a bit before finding what he was looking for: a long sleeve black romper that showed off your breasts. You smiled at his selection, “Good choice. Now shoes.” You had moved on to doing your hair, deciding to wear it straight. He picked up a pair of strappy black heels and held them up in the mirror behind you to show you. You laughed, “Fine, but you’re carrying me home because my feet are going to be sore.” He nodded, “Fair enough.” He came up behind you and ran his hand through your hair, resting his chin on your shoulder, “I like your hair like this.” You turned around once you were finished, “Someone’s a little touchy today. Did you miss me or something?” Andrew blushed, but didn’t respond. “I missed you too. You’re not allowed to leave for that long again, deal?” You interlaced your pinky with his and made him promise. “Now turn around, I need to get changed,” You told him as you slipped out of sweatpants you were positive were his at some point and into the outfit he had selected for you. “Alright, how do I look?” You asked, posing for him. “I made a good choice,” He commented with a wide smile, his eyes going straight for your breasts. You rolled your eyes and laughed, “You’re such an ass sometimes.” You made sure you had your phone and keys before leaving with him. ___ Andrew was a little less than thrilled with your behavior at the party. You had started doing shots with one of your close friends almost as soon as you got there. It had been nearly four hours since you arrived and Andrew wanted to get going since he had to do some studying. He was only on his second beer while you were drinking him under the table, not that you were having a competition. You were in between a girl and guy you had never met before on a couch, but that didn’t keep you from flirting with both of them. You were currently leaning into the girl while the guy was telling a story you couldn’t quite keep up with when Andrew came over. “Andy!” You smiled when you saw him. You stood up a little too fast and stumbled into him. He caught you, making sure you were stable before letting you stand on your own again. “These damn heels,” You giggled. “Where have you been, Benny?” You asked slowly slurring your words. “I haven’t seen you in a looong while,” You laughed. “I’ve been around,” He said, his voice even and clear, unlike yours. “Listen, I think we should head out. It’s getting late and I’ve got assignments to finish,” When he said this, you began to frown. “But you haven’t even finished your drink and we haven’t danced yet,” You pouted. Your heels made you closer to his height, but your inability to stand still made you shrink back down a few inches every time you tipped into him. “Y/N, I think we should leave soon,” He said, but you were already shaking your head and cutting him off. “No, I made new friends,” You said pointing back to the couch where the girl and guy were still sitting. “And I’m having fun,” You smiled, touching his face and pulling the corners of his mouth into a smile. You could tell he was getting more and more annoyed with you, but you didn’t really care at this point. He moved your hands from his face and reluctantly agreed with your wishes to stay. “Fine, but we’re leaving soon. You have classes in the morning,” He said. “Hey man, I can get her home safe if you’re leaving,” The guy from the couch said which made you smile. He took your hand and pulled you back to the couch, pouring you another drink. “No. I’m taking her home, it’s fine,” Andrew said before retreating back to the corner where he was standing before he came over to you. You stayed and flirted a bit more with the two people on the couch, letting the guy do a body shot off of you. He licked the line of salt from your neck and took the lime from your mouth, something Andrew had seen that caused him to come over to you again with the same half empty drink in his hand. You stood again when you saw him and led him to where people were dancing, not giving him time to tell you that he didn’t like it when other people were flirting with you. You danced with your back pressed into him and stole the cup from his hand, downing the rest of it. His hands lingered on your hips until the song ended. He pulled your hair back and leaned close to your ear so you could hear him, “Come on, let’s get you home.” You nodded, following him out of the party. “Fuck these shoes,” You said, leaning up against a wall and taking them off. You looked up at Andrew and giggled, “This is the v-very last time I’m letting you choose my sh-shoes.” Usually Andrew would be laughing and teasing you for slurring your words, but tonight was different. Despite being drunk, you could still tell that he was annoyed with you. “I really did miss you, Benny,” You said, taking his arm for support and walking with him. He nodded and told you he missed you too, apologizing for the way he was acting and blaming it on his lack of sleep. After a few minutes of walking, he realized your feet were too sore to keep walking. “Hop on,” He told you, stooping down so you could get on his back. You smiled and hopped on, kissing his cheek as a form of thanks before he carried you back to your dorm. ___ He let you down once you reached your residence hall and helped you up to your dorm. He set you down on your bed and started making his way to your door to leave. “Andrew?” You said, looking at him, “Could you stay for a bit?” He nodded, closing your door and sitting next to you on the bed. You rested your head on his shoulder, drifting off. “Do you need help getting changed?” He asked, looking down at you. You picked your head up and nodded as he opened your drawer in search of an oversized shirt he knew you liked to sleep in. He took off your romper and put it in your laundry basket, then reaching behind you to unhook your bra. “Are you trying to get me naked or something?” You teased, poking his chest. He shook his head and chuckled, slipping the shirt on over your head after taking your bra off. You were surprised you didn’t have to tell him your nightly routine. It seemed as though he had learned it through watching you do it so many times. He opened your makeup bag and took out cotton pads and micellar water to remove your make up with. “It feels nice to have someone else do this,” You told him, involuntarily leaning into his hand as he gently wiped your face clean. He then moved to sit behind you so he could brush your hair , freeing it of any tangles. You were growing more and more relaxed as he took care of you. You leaned back against his chest and gazed up at him, “Why are you so good to me?” He shrugged, putting your brush down, “I don’t know. I love you.” You smiled and stroked his cheek, “I love you too, Andy.” Andrew shook his head, “No, that’s not what I mean.” He took a deep breath and sighed,” I really love you.” Hearing him say that made your heart stop, “What do you mean you love me?” You were still pretty drunk so you didn’t know if you were mishearing things. “Like you’re in love with me or like oh she’s my best friend, I love that girl?” You asked, sitting up and turning so you could look at him properly. He looked you in the eyes and placed his hand on top of yours, “I’m in love with you.” You smiled softly and you were about to tell him that you loved him too when you felt your stomach lurch. Your eyes went wide as you felt the vomit rising in your throat. “Are you okay? You look like you’re going to be si-, Oh!” Andrew said, grabbing the trash can that you kept by your desk and giving it to you. He pulled your hair back and held it out of your face while you threw up. You couldn’t believe it. Someone who you love tells you that they love you and your reaction is to vomit. He let you sit for a few minutes before you put the trash can to the side. “Sorry about that,” You said finally. You were surprised to hear him laugh. “What’s so funny?” You asked him. “I was nervous about telling you that. I thought I considered every possible reaction you could have, but I never,” He paused to keep from laughing too hard, “I never thought that you would throw up.” You kept your head down to stop him from seeing how embarrassed you were. “I can’t believe I did that,” You said as he stood up. You figured he was going to leave and never bring this up to you again, but then you noticed him holding his hand out for you. “What are you doing?” You asked, finally looking at him. “You’re going to brush your teeth. I’m going to dispose of the vomit,” He said, pulling you onto your feet. “And then I’ll tuck my little drunk girl into bed,” He teased, leading you to the bathroom. You smiled, feeling extremely lucky to have someone like Andrew. Someone who could take care of you and look after you when you needed it and someone you could return the favor to. Someone who saw you in your bad moments, such as vomiting in a dorm room at two in the morning, and still think you’re the greatest thing in your life. After you brushed your teeth, Andrew laid with you in your bed and rubbed your back. “For the record,” You told him, “I’m in love with you too.”

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