#Aaron judge

[aybaybader]

on the other hand, this is actually the sexiest thing i’ve ever seen

[vo11pe]

[zibanejad]

al east ✅

[yankeelxver]

౨ৎ QUINN’S LIBRARY

“the rust that grew between telephones.”

anthony volpe

anthony rizzo

cody bellinger

aaron judge

[judgeyswife]

Breaking the Tension

Aaron Judge x Fem!Reader

summary: after a tough loss, your husband needs some cheering up

warning(s): SMUT !

notes: this man is so underrated it hurts

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It was a cold night in the city of New York when the door to the penthouse suite of Aaron Judge's home opened and then promptly slammed shut. The sound of a lock clicking echoed throughout the spacious living area, followed by the unmistakable thud of a duffle bag falling to the ground.

To say Aaron was pissed would be the understatement of the century. He had just come home from an absolutely abysmal game against the Baltimore Orioles, in which he had struck out 4 times and dropped a ball that a 2nd grader would've caught. The frustration of it all was eating him alive and he needed a release.

He kicked off his sneakers and threw his hat on the floor, running his hands through his sweat-soaked hair. He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice you walking towards him until you began to speak.

"Aaron-"

"What?" he snapped, his tone harsh and biting.

You were taken aback by his response, as he had never spoken to you like that before. He'd had bad games before, but he always managed to brush it off and move on. But for whatever reason, tonight had gotten under his skin and he was letting it fester.

"I- I just wanted to see if you were okay..."

You walked closer to him and reached out to touch his arm, but he pulled away.

"Don't. Just don't," he said, his voice full of anger. "I'm not in the mood for your fucking pity, alright?"

He moved past you, his shoulder roughly bumping yours, and made his way to the bedroom. You stood there for a moment, stunned at what had just happened. You could tell he was upset, but you'd never seen him act this way before.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of a door slamming shut. You took a deep breath before kneeling down to pick up his hat and place it on the coat rack. His shoes were placed neatly beside the door before you grabbed his duffle bag and slowly began making your way to the bedroom.

The door was slightly ajar, allowing a thin beam of light to pour out into the hallway. You stood there for a moment, unsure if you should go inside or not.

Finally, you decided to enter. You opened the door slowly and peeked inside, seeing Aaron standing in front of the mirror. His back was to you, his body tense as he gripped the edge of the dresser.

You entered the room and gently placed the duffle bag by the bed. Aaron's eyes locked with yours in the mirror, the anger and frustration still evident in his gaze. He turned around, crossing his arms over his chest.

You took a tentative step forward, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm, and this time he let you. You could feel the tension in his muscles, his body practically vibrating with emotion.

"I'm sorry about before," he muttered, his eyes darting to the floor, "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that."

You shook your head, giving him a soft smile, "It's okay, I understand."

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a tight embrace. His arms enveloped you, his chin resting on top of your head.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you asked, your voice muffled by his shirt.

"No, not right now."

You nod, rubbing small circles into his back. You could feel some of the tension leaving his body as he relaxed into your touch. You could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, a steady and reassuring rhythm.

You stay like that for a while, neither of you saying anything, just basking in each other's presence. Eventually, you stood up on your tip toes and pressed a kiss to his jawline. He shivered slightly, his arms tightening around you.

You continued kissing him, moving from his jaw to his neck and collarbone. You could feel his breathing quicken as you reached the sensitive skin beneath his ear. You nibbled on his earlobe, earning a low groan from him.

"Anything I can do to help?" you asked, your lips ghosting across his skin.

He pulled away slightly, looking down at you with lust-filled eyes. "You could start by taking off your clothes," he said, his voice raspy with desire.

You hummed, a smirk forming on your lips. Without a word, you grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him in for a hungry kiss. He responded instantly, his hands coming up to cup your face.

Somehow, you managed to steer him towards the bed without breaking the kiss. You pushed him down onto the mattress but didn’t climb on top of him just yet. Instead, your fingers found the buttons of your black pajama top and slowly undid them, revealing more and more skin with each one.

Aaron watched with rapt attention, his gaze following every movement of your fingers. When the last button is undone, you shrug the shirt off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

His eyes roamed over your body, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight of your shorts being thrown onto the floor. You reach behind your back and unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor. You ran a hand down the curve of your hip, dipping below the waistband of your panties, and he swallowed thickly.

"Come here," he growled, reaching out to pull you on top of him.

Your lips crashed together in a frenzied kiss, his hands roaming all over your bare skin. His tongue invaded your mouth, tasting you, savoring you. You ground against him, feeling his hardness press against you through the fabric of his pants.

He breaks the kiss and nips at your neck, his hands squeezing your ass, "You're so fucking beautiful," he says, his breath hot against your skin.

You gasped as his fingers slipped into your panties, teasing you, "Oh god," you moaned, grinding down on his hand.

He pulled his hand away and smacked your ass, the sound echoing through the room. You yelped, your hips bucking involuntarily. He repeated the action, eliciting another moan from you.

"You like that, huh?" he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

You nodded, unable to form words as your hands slipped beneath his shirt and rake your nails down his chest. He groaned, the sensation sending a shiver down his spine. Your fingers found the hem of his shirt and you raised your hips to tug it over his head and throw it aside.

You admired his sculpted torso, running your hands over the planes of his chest and abdomen. You lean down and place a trail of kisses along his jawline and down his neck. Aaron shuddered, his hands tangling in your hair as you continued down his body.

Your hands found his belt and slowly undo it, the buckle clinking as it fell open. You tugged at his jeans, pulling them down his thighs, and he helped kick them off. A smirk forms on your lips when you notice him straining against the fabric of his boxers.

"Looks like someone's excited," you teased, palming him through the fabric.

Aaron groaned, his hips jerking forward, "Don't be a tease," he warned, his voice laced with desperation.

You give him a coy smile before tugging his boxers down, your hand wrapping around him. You pump him slowly, twisting your wrist as you reach the base. He lets out a hiss, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"Fuck," he breathed, his head falling back against the pillow.

You continue stroking him, your pace steady and torturously slow.

"You're killing me here," he muttered, his eyes squeezed shut.

You chuckled, giving him one last stroke before releasing him. He looked at you, a mixture of annoyance and lust written all over his face. You reached down and hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your panties, slowly sliding them down.

Aaron's breath hitches as he watches you remove the last shred of clothing, exposing yourself fully to him. His gaze raked over your naked body, drinking in the sight of you. Your hands slid up his thighs and grip his hips, lifting yourself and positioning him at your entrance.

You sank down onto him slowly, hissing as he stretched you. His hands found your waist, guiding you down until he was buried to the hilt. You let out a shaky breath and he moaned, his fingers digging into your skin.

You begin rocking against him, your hands braced on his chest. His hips buck upwards, meeting your every thrust. You gasp, feeling him hit that spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

"Shit, baby, just like that," he moaned, his voice low and husky.

You increase the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air. You felt his fingers dig into your thighs, his grip almost bruising. He grunted with every thrust, his muscles flexing beneath you.

"Aaron, oh god," you whimpered when one of his hands came down to rub tight circles on your clit.

He continued his assault, his thumb moving furiously against the sensitive bundle of nerves as his hips slammed into yours. You can feel the familiar coil of heat building inside you, your orgasm looming just beyond reach.

"Aaron, fuck, I'm close," you gasped, your movements becoming erratic.

Aaron nodded, his teeth gritted, "Me too, baby."

He thrusts into you harder, his movements frantic and desperate. You cry out, your nails dragging angry red lines down his chest as you teeter on the edge of release.

"Oh god, oh god," you chanted, the heat building inside you threatening to boil over.

With a final thrust, you fell over the edge, a loud moan escaping your lips. You came hard, your walls clenching around him, drawing out his own orgasm. He groaned, his body shuddering as he spilled inside you.

You collapsed onto his chest, both of you panting heavily as you came down from your highs. Aaron wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. You buried your face in his neck, inhaling his scent.

"Feeling better?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper as you lifted your head to look at him.

He hummed, his eyes drifting shut, "Much better," he said, planting a kiss on your temple, "Thank you."

You smiled, resting your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, "Anytime."

The two of you lay there for a while, content to bask in each other's presence. Eventually, your exhaustion got the better of you and you drifted off to sleep, safe and secure in Aaron's arms.

[burkhxrts]

thinking about couch sex with aaron judge in your pretty house that’s decorated for christmas and people drive by and catch you through one of your windows <3

you almost never have your blinds shut (even after your mothers many many attempts.) you like the sunlight that fills the room and you and aaron can’t help but people watch all day. 

the thought never occurs to you when aaron comes home after a long and tiring game, burying his head into your shoulder and venting about the things the team did wrong that night. he also doesn’t hesitate to flip you on your stomach, ass in the air and face buried into the soft cushions of the couch. 

you don’t protest, your body melting at his familiar touch, broken moans spilling from your lips with each harsh thrust, the only sounds echoing through your house are his loud grunts and the sinful slaps of his hips slamming against your ass. 

aaron pulls you up suddenly, wrapping one hand around your throat while the other snakes around your waist. he chuckles lowly into your ear, thrusting into you with a pace and makes you see stars.

“looks like we have an audience.” he murmurs, and you snap your eyes open, eyes locking onto a pair of young women driving by your house with a painfully slow pace, their jaws dropped and eyes blown wide. 

You wriggle in his arms slightly, reaching behind you and grasping at the back of his neck tightly. “w-we should s-stop-“ 

“no.”  his voice is firm, and he can’t help but pick up his pace, his thick dick filling you so well it’s practically imprinted in your soft walls.

“a-aj, they can see us-“ 

“i don’t give a fuck. let ‘em watch. let ‘em see how good you take my cock.” 

his response makes you whine, and you can’t help but clench around him tightly. the thought alone makes you want to cum, but the thought that he enjoys it too makes you squeeze around his cock tighter than before. 

“you like that? you like people knowing you take my dick like a good girl?” 

your thighs tremble, and you can’t bite back the needy whimper that escapes you, your cunt wrapped around him tightly as you gush all over his cock. 

your brain is practically mush, so immersed in your  own orgasm you don’t hear aaron groan loudly in your ear, dick twitching as he cums inside you. 

after a few minutes, he pulls out, removing his hand from your throat and wrapping both of his arms around your waist firmly, burying his head into the crook of your neck and peppering soft kisses to your skin. 

“they’re gone.” he mutters, placing a soft kiss to the side of your head. 

“y’know if i knew you liked being watched i would’ve done this a long time ago.” 

[mattsunsdollie]

Thinking of Juan Soto being a certified eater. He doesn’t half ass like most men, using his tongue to lap and suck on your folds. Occasionally nudging your clit with his nose, stimulating you even more. He 100% eats pussy for his pleasure, something about seeing you come undone from something some men refuse to do. It boosts his ego and makes him rock hard seeing you tremble and moan out because of how good it feels.

Doesn’t care what position, he will eat it while you lay on your back, pretty legs spread wide open. Folds you i half, and instructs you to hold your thighs while he eats his meal. Spits on your pussy while his thumb toys with your clit. Thick fingers open your folds so he can see just how soaked you are. Kisses your pussy sweetly before inserting one finger and starts sucking your clit. Don’t try to move or run away because he’ll grip your waist and hold you there.

“If it feels good why are you moving away baby?”

If you’re on all fours, he’ll kiss his way up the back of your thighs. Will spread your cheeks and spit watching as it drips into your pussy. Will grip your thighs to ensure you take everything he gives you. 100% fucks you with his tongue in this position. Loves to see the way your ass moves in the position.

/

I NEED HIM BADDDD😩

[mlbsmashorpass]

[chriskreiderr]

literally husbands

they kinda remind me of when a couple is in a busy bar and they dont want people being weird and hitting on either partner so they link arms (does that make sense)

[mvpswift]

pictures of aaron you’d have in your camera roll!

[thelunarbar]

[aybaybader]

save a horse ride a cowboy etc etc

[paladin-blog]

The only outcome everyone can be happy with... Sloppy Ohtani and Judge makeout sesh..

[zibanejad]

alcs ✅

[yankeelxver]

‘LYRA’S FIRST BASEBALL GAME’ | A. Judge

(part of the lyra!verse!au on my other blog @burkhxrts )

“the greatest in the league. where's the trophy? he just comes running over to me.” -taylor swift [6.8k words]

summary: lyra’s first baseball game is…eventful to say the least.

warning(s): none, a bit suggestive at the end but you get cockblocked cause i was up til 3 am writing this :3

"Hey, sweetheart," Aaron rumbles, his voice low and warm, a small smile on his face, "Bring bug here for a bit?" He gestures to the spot next to him, surrounded by the usual reporters and cameras.

You give him a soft smile, clutching Lyra tighter to your chest as you make your way towards him.

Aaron's eyes light up as you make your way over to him, a small smile forms on his face. He looks at Lyra quickly, before his eyes return to you. He leans forward, his voice low and quiet.

"You staying for the game?" he asks, his voice holding a hint of hopefulness.

“Yeah.” You murmur, shifting Lyra on your hip. The five month old pays no mind, looking around and waving at anyone who looks her way. “Figured it’s time to let her see her dad in action.”

Aaron's eyes soften as you speak, a fond look in his eyes as he watches Lyra wave cheerfully at the reporters. He shifts his body so that he's facing more towards you, still standing where you've come to him.

"She's getting big so fast," he murmurs, reaching out a hand to gently touch a strand of your hair, running his fingers through it.

You hum at his touch, sighing sadly as you look at Lyra. “I know, I can’t believe she’s five months already.”

Aaron watches you watch Lyra, his eyes trailing over your face and the way you look at your daughter. He can see the sadness, the bittersweetness in your eyes, but he gives your hair one more soft, gentle tug.

"She looks like you," he murmurs quietly, his voice warm, "She has your eyes. Your nose."

“You think so?”

Aaron nods, giving your hair another tug. He leans a little closer, his voice taking on a soft, almost confidential tone, just for you to hear.

"Definitely. She has your eyes, your nose, your smile, your lips, everything. She's just a tiny version of you, sweetheart."

You try to suppress the smile threatening to break across your face, but it’s no use. A breathy laugh escapes you, and you shake your head lightly, a playful glint dancing in your eyes.

"You’re a sap, y’know that?" you tease, though your tone carries more affection than mockery.

Aaron grins, a cheeky sparkle in his eyes, as if he knows fully well he is a sap, and that you love it. He gives your hair another gentle tug, a small smirk forming on his lips.

"Just for you," he murmurs, his voice a bit lower, a bit husky. "Only for you, sweetheart."

You hum, closing your eyes for a moment when Lyra presses her face into your neck affectionately. “I love you.”

Aaron's smirk softens, replaced by a small, tender smile as Lyra nuzzles against your neck. He lets his gaze soften slightly on the two of you, his voice dropping even lower, more intimate.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he murmurs, his hand now resting on your hip. "So much."

You open your eyes, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Good luck tonight, baby.”

Aaron smirks as you lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, his eyes fluttering half-shut. He can't help the way his breath hitches ever-so-slightly at the contact, the way his heart skips a beat.

"Thanks, sweetheart," he replies, his voice a little rougher than usual. He lifts a hand to gently rest it against the small of your back, pulling you just a tad bit closer to him.

Lyra shifts in your arms, eyes landing on Aaron. She stretches her arms out, whining softly.

Aaron's eyes immediately dart down to the sight of Lyra's small arms being extended towards him. His smirk softens into a smile, his eyes glimmering with adoration and love as he regards the little one.

"Well, looks like somebody wants a hug." he mutters, his voice soft and warm. He opens his arms slightly, watching her expectantly.

You move Lyra closer, grinning when she gives Aaron a gummy smile.

The corners of Aaron's mouth quirk up into a proper smile as soon as she smiles at him. He gently takes her from your arms, holding her up so that she's eye level with him. His expression is warm, affectionate, a hint of playfulness in his eyes as he peers at her.

"Hey there, pretty girl," he murmurs, his voice deep and soft all at once. He gently pinches her nose.

Aaron is completely captivated by the little one in his arms, his attention focused solely on her. His eyes dart all over her small face, admiring her features, his expression filled with a mixture of tenderness, affection, and pride. He can feel the cameras on him, the reporters' lenses pointed his way, but he doesn't seem to care.

"Aren’t you just adorable," he muses, his voice still low and smooth. His gaze flicks back to you, still holding Lyra in his arms. "Just like your momma."

You give him another smile, resting your head on his shoulder as you look at Lyra, who’s playing with the gold chain that rests on Aaron’s chest.

As you rest your head and look at Lyra, she continues to mess with the gold chain, seemingly fascinated by the shiny metal. Aaron can feel you leaning against him, and he turns his head slightly to look down at you for a moment.

His heart warms at seeing you so close, the way you look so comfortable against him. His gaze softens as he looks back down at Lyra, his voice warm and affectionate.

"She's so curious," he murmurs, his arms gently adjusting her in his hold.

“I think she gets that from you.”

Aaron can't help but chuckle at your remark, a small, warm smile tugging at his lips.

"Fair enough," he concedes, his eyes shifting to you again. "I'm certainly the curious one." He can't help the hint of teasing in his voice, but he knows there's a grain of truth in it.

His hand gently pats Lyra's back, his other arm pulling you a bit closer against his side.

The warmth and comfort of having you so close to him, your body pressed against his side, is something Aaron cherishes more than anything. He turns his head slightly, his voice dropping to a quiet murmur, just for you to hear.

"I missed you," he murmurs, his gaze gentle as he regards you. Even with Lyra in his arms and the reporters around, his focus is entirely on you in this moment.

Your eyes softens into something lighter, and you give him a sad but understanding smile. You knew he had been on the road for a week, and that this was the first time you’d actually seen him since then. “I missed you too.”

Aaron's heart sinks at your sad smile, and he can hear the undertone of sorrow in your voice. He knows that, even though he's been gone and you've been on your own, taking care of Lyra, that you've been missing him.

He hates being away from you, hates being away from the family. He gently pulls you closer to him, his hand rubbing soothingly against your back, his voice a near whisper.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." he murmurs, the sincerity in his tone evident.

“Don’t be. You’re here now, that’s all that matters.”

Aaron can hear the sincerity and trust in your voice, a small part of him feeling a bit guilty, but mostly just grateful that you're understanding. It still bothers him that he's not been around, but the reminder that he is now, that he's here, matters greatly to him.

His expression softens, his voice dropping even lower, almost a whisper, just for you to hear.

"I don't want to miss anything," he murmurs, pulling you a little bit closer. "I don't want to be apart from you and Lyra for so long."

“You’re not missing anything, Bean.” You reassure, subconsciously using the nickname you gave him so long ago. “You're doing what you love, and I’m so proud of you for it.”

Aaron's heart warms at the nickname you give him, a wave of affection washing over him at the endearment. He can't help but love the way it sounds coming from you, and the way it makes him feel.

"I know," he murmurs in reply, a small, almost sheepish tilt to his head. "I know." But he can't deny that he misses you, that he's missed seeing you, seeing Lyra. He still hates the fact that he's been away almost constantly lately.

"Just... missing being a family," he continues quietly.

“We are a family, dork.” You snort, pinching his side lightly. “You don’t have to be there every single second to know that we’re a family.”

Aaron lets out a soft, amused huff, a bit of a huff laugh at the pinch on his side, his expression softening at your words. He knows you're right, of course, but he can't help the possessive, protective streak within him that wants to spend every second with you and Lyra.

"I know," he replies, his voice taking on a hint of playful mock-pout. "Just don't go falling in love with someone while I'm gone."

“I’m offended you think I would even look at another man.”

A small, almost smug smirk tugs at the corners of his lips at your words, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He pulls you closer, his arm now fully around you, practically holding you against his side.

"Just making sure, sweetheart," he teases, his eyes gleaming. His hand gently pats your hip, his voice lowering to a murmur, a hint of possessiveness present. "My girl."

“Your girl.” You hum, resting your head against his shoulder once more, flickering your gaze over to Lyra, who, to no one’s surprise, is waving to another baby in the stands.

Aaron can feel a sense of pride and satisfaction swell in his chest when you confirm that you're his, his girl, and only his. He can't help the smile that spreads across his lips at that, his hand gently rubbing against your hip in a possessive manner.

His gaze goes to Lyra, a small smile forming as he watches her wave to the baby in the stands. He's not surprised at all - his girl was made to be sociable and friendly, after all.

"She's so damn cute," he muses, his voice softer than usual.

“Our social bug.” You murmur, brushing a finger over her cheek.

"She's definitely a charmer," Aaron agrees, his voice holding a hint of warmth and affection. He watches as you brush your finger over Lyra's cheek, his heart swelling as he looks at the two of you.

His hand stays on your hip, holding you close to his side, as he turns his gaze back to the people around you. He's suddenly aware again of the reporters and cameras, but he doesn't seem to care.

You follow his gaze, clearing your throat softly and gently untangling Lyra from his arms. “I should let you get back to your interviews.”

Aaron lets out a small, reluctant huff as you gently take Lyra from his arms, the little one whining slightly at being untangled. His expression softens as he looks at the two of you, his eyes full of affection and a hint of reluctance to part.

"You sure?" he asks, his voice quiet. He knows you're right, but he can't help wanting to keep you and Lyra close to him, to hold onto this family time for just a little longer.

“Yeah.” You hum, and you feel Lyra nuzzle her head into your neck. “We’ll be up in the suites with the girls, so you’ll know where to find us.”

Aaron nods at your response, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes, but he understands. He gives Lyra a small, parting pat on the back before shifting his gaze back to you, his expression a bit softer, more tender.

"Alright," he murmurs, his voice quiet, just between the two of you. "I'll find you when the game is over, sweetheart."

You mumble out a soft ‘okay’ and lean up, pecking his lips softly. “Good luck, baby.”

The kiss on his lips is something Aaron doesn’t expect, but he can’t help but lean into it, soaking in the softness of your lips. He lets a small smile grace his lips afterwards, his eyes warm and affectionate.

He gives your hip a gentle squeeze, his voice taking on a hint of mock-pouting. “Tease,” he mutters under his breath, watching as you walk away, Lyra still resting on your hip.

The suite is filled with the low hum of the other wives' conversations, the sound of laughter and friendly banter mingling in the air. It's a comfortable atmosphere, made even more so by the suite's luxurious accommodations - plush couches, well-stocked bars, and a large flat screen TV showing the game.

You're comfortably settled among the others, a warm drink in your hand and Lyra napping peacefully on your lap.

As you watch Aaron make the field, you feel a soft hand on your shoulder. You can’t help but jump, turning around to see Amy, Gerrit Cole’s wife.

“Amy what’re you doing here? I thought you hated the suites?”

Amy's presence in the suites is a bit of a surprise to you, considering her previous dislike of such places. You can't help but jerk a bit when you feel her hand on your shoulder, turning to look at her in slight surprise. When she answers your question, a small, sheepish smile graces her lips.

"I know, I usually do," she replies, a hint of resignation in her tone. "But Gerrit said that you were hanging out here, so I figured I'd come keep you company."

“Are you sure you didn’t wanna get a peak of the baby?” You tease, raising a brow.

Amy lets out a small, sheepish laugh at your comment, her cheeks tinting pink slightly.

"Maybe a bit," she admits, a hint of embarrassment in her tone, though there's a sparkle of amusement in her eyes. "But I'm mostly here for you, honest."

“Amy Cole, are you going soft on me?”

Amy lets out another laugh, her cheeks pinkening even more at your teasing.

"No! Of course not." she protests, feigning offense. She tries to keep a straight face, but a small, playful smile tugs at her lips. "I am not going soft. I'm still the same ole badass, thank you very much."

You give her an unconvincing hum, turning your gaze to the field down below, rocking Lyra in your arms.

As your attention turns back to the field, Amy grins a bit wider. She knows damned well she's not going soft, but she's still amused by your teasing. She moves to sit down beside you, her eyes on the game.

"You're the one who's going soft," she counters, a hint of playful mockery in her tone. "Just look at you - you're a walking heart eyes emoji these days."

“Can you blame me?” You scoff, clutching Lyra tighter to your chest, eyes still focused on Aaron on the field.

Amy lets out a small laugh as she follows your gaze, her own eyes going to the field and landing on Aaron.

"No, I can't." she responds jokingly, a hint of a softer, understanding tone in her voice. "But you're always so whipped for him. You're like a walking gush of heart eyes and soft smiles every single time you look at the guy."

“Well it’s been like that since I was sixteen so I doubt it’s going away anytime soon.”

Amy can't help but let out a light laugh at your response.

"Jesus, really?" she asks, a hint of disbelief and amazement in her voice. "Since sixteen? Damn, no wonder you can't stop looking at him. That's some serious devotion, girl."

You nod shyly, unable to stop the flush that creeps onto your cheeks. You keep your gaze on Aaron, watching as he starts to put on his batting gear in the dugout.

Amy watches your gaze fixed on Aaron, noting the soft pink flush on your cheeks. She can practically see the love and devotion radiating off of you.

"You're still gushing!" she points out, her voice a mixture of teasing and genuine affection. "Look at you, going all heart eyes just from watching him put on his gear.”

“Oh don’t act like you don’t get the same way when Gerrit’s on the mound.” You shot back, giving her a look.

Amy lets out a small huff of mock offense, a hint of a blush on her own cheeks at your jab. She feigns indignation, holding a hand against her chest.

"Hey! I most certainly do not!" she tries to protest, but her voice sounds a little too unconvincing. "I am perfectly cool and collected when Gerrit pitches."

“You practically drool every time he walks onto the mound, Amy.”

Amy can't help but let out a small, sheepish laugh at your comment, her cheeks pinkening even further as she's exposed for her true thoughts. Still, she tries to feign mock-indignation.

"I do not drool!" she protests, but the hint of a smile on her lips betrays her. "Okay, maybe I get a little excited when he's on the mound, but who could blame me? Have you seen Gerrit pitch?!"

“He’s one of a kind, for sure.” You comment appreciatively about the Yankee Ace. It was true, Gerrit did do remarkable things for the team's pitching rotation, and it was always a good game when he was on the mound.

Amy nods in agreement, a hint of pride in her expression. Even though Gerrit wasn't pitching in the game you were currently sitting in, it was undeniable the impact he had brought to the team's pitching staff.

"Damn right he is." she agrees, her tone filled with pride and admiration. "He's a hell of a player - the ace of the team, and one of the best in the whole damn league. And on top of that, he's one hell of a husband."

You give a soft hum, focusing on Aaron again as you sit Lyra up against your chest. “And you say you're not going soft.” You murmur to yourself, shaking your head.

Amy lets out a small scoff at your comment, the hint of a blush on her cheeks betraying her softening demeanor.

"Hey, shut up." she tries to protest, but there's no real menace in her voice. "Just because I'm happy and proud of my husband doesn't mean I'm going soft. I'm still the badass Amy you know and love."

“Okay, okay.” You put a hand up in defense, watching as Lyra starts stirring, rubbing at her small face tiredly. “You're a badass.”

Amy snickers at your quick agreement, a small smirk tugging at her lips.

"Damn right I am," she says, a hint of sass in her tone. Her gaze shifts to Lyra as the little one starts to stir and rub her small face tiredly.

"Looks like someone is waking up." she notes, glancing at your little girl sleepily rubbing her eyes.

“Good afternoon, sleeping beauty.” You cooed softly, sitting Lyra on your lap and facing her towards you.

Lyra gives a small, sleepy smile as you sit her up on your lap, her eyes slowly fluttering open. She rubs at her face once more before letting out a small yawn, her little arms reaching up to cling to your shirt.

Amy can't help but smile at the sight, her expression soft.

"She is just too precious," she says, her voice filled with a hint of awe and affection. "Looks just like a little angel."

“You wanna say hi to Mrs. Amy? Wave hi, bug.” You whisper, pointing to Amy, faux-excitement coating your voice.

Lyra looks over at Amy, her eyes still sleepy but curious. She follows the direction of your pointing finger and sees Amy sitting there, a small grin on her face.

With a bit of coaxing from you, Lyra gives a small, adorable wave to Amy, her little hand moving up and down in a small, sleepy wave.

Amy's heart just about melts at the sight of Lyra's little wave, a soft laugh escaping her lips. She returns the wave with a little wave of her own.

"Oh, look at you," Amy coos, her voice just as soft as yours a moment ago. "You're such a sweetheart. So cute and adorable."

Lyra lets out a small, sleepy giggle at Amy's cooing and words of praise, her little hand coming back down to cling to your shirt. It's clear that even in her sleepy state, she loves the attention.

Amy's eyes soften as she looks at Lyra, her expression warm and affectionate.

"She's just too cute," she says, her voice filled with a hint of awe. "You and Aaron have made one helluva adorable baby."

“We did, didn’t we?” You hum, pressing a kiss to Lyra’s rosy cheek. The five month old doesn’t respond, clutching onto your necklace and babbling softly.

“You most certainly did.” Amy agrees, watching as you press a kiss to Lyra’s cheek. She can’t help but smile at the infant’s soft babblings and the way she clings to your necklace.

“She’s got your eyes,” she muses, a small laugh escaping her lips. “And Aaron’s hair. And his adorable little nose.”

You smirk at her, raising a brow. “You got a crush on me and my husband, Aims?” Lyra moves to stand on your knees, and you hold the soft skin of her waist.

Amy lets out a small laugh at your comment, her cheeks flushing slightly. She tries to brush it off with a wave of her hand.

"Oh, shut up." she responds, feigning mock-indignation. "I just happen to have eyes, okay? Your baby’s cute, and your husband’s hot - sue me.”

You huff, turning Lyra around and facing her towards the field, her wide eyes flickering all over the stadium, landing on Aaron. “What about me?”

Amy gives you another small laugh, shaking her head.

"You're cute too, obviously." she replies with an eyeroll. "I just don't feel like gushing over you like a love-sick fool in front of a baby. But, you're not half bad yourself. Pretty cute, actually - and good taste in men."

Lyra's wide eyes flicker to the field, taking in the whole stadium. She seems particularly intrigued by Aaron, her little head tilted as she watches him batting.

“Very good taste in men.” You murmur, focusing on Aaron’s at bat, mimicking Lyra and tilting your head as well.

Amy snickers softly at your murmured comment, nodding her agreement.

"Damn right you do." she mutters in response, her eyes moving to the field as well. Both of you sit there, watching as Aaron steps up to the plate, both of your heads tilted to the side as you focus intently.

The game continues, Aaron successfully making it to first base after hitting the ball to the left side of the infield. He looks up into the stands as he makes it to first, scanning the bleachers until he spots you in your suite, Lyra sitting on your lap.

He gives you a small grin and a wink before returning to the game, now waiting patiently on first base.

You wink back, taking Lyra’s small hands into yours and clapping them together softly.

As you wink back, Aaron can't help but smile wider, his grin showing hints of his dimples at the corners of his lips.

Lyra watches you clap her little hands together, her head tilting in confusion. She's still too young to understand the significance of the game, but she seems happy just holding onto your hands and playing the makeshift clapping game.

The game moves on, with the Yankees gradually building up more runs and gaining the lead. In the end, the team wins, and the stadium explodes in applause. You and the other wives clap and cheer along, knowing the celebration you’ll have once you make your way down to the clubhouse.

As you all make your way down towards the clubhouse, your arms gently bouncing Lyra in your arms, the chatter of the other wives can be heard around you. They share small talk, commenting on the game, their husbands' performances, and other small things.

Amy walks beside you, every now and then chiming in to the conversation, though her eyes dart ahead to the entrance of the clubhouse, likely eager to see Geritt.

You stay perched by the door talking to Lyra in hushed murmurs as you wait for Aaron to finish his shower and post-game interviews.

The time seems to tick by slowly as you wait by the door, talking softly to Lyra. Your gaze flickers occasionally to the other wives, but mostly stay on the corridor where the showers are located, waiting for Aaron to emerge.

The sound of the shower spray comes to a stop after a few more minutes and you can hear the faint sound of male voices coming from the other room, likely the media and their questions.

The faint sound of the media’s voices and the sounds of lockers closing fill the air as the players answer the reporters' questions and pack away their things.

After a few more minutes, Aaron emerges from the other room in a fresh set of clothes, towel slung over his shoulders, scrubbing his wet hair back from his forehead. His eyes scan the hallway, searching for you.

You don’t notice him at first, still continuing your one-sided conversation with your daughter, who’s resting her head against your chest and looking up at you sleepily.

Aaron can't help but smile when he sees you and Lyra standing near the entrance to the clubhouse. The sight of you talking to a sleepy Lyra, her head resting against your chest, is sweet and endearing.

He walks over to you as quietly as he can, not wanting to disturb the soft murmur of your voice. When he's standing directly behind you, he reaches out and places a gentle hand on your hip, his touch causing you to jump slightly in surprise.

Aaron grins when he feels you jump at his touch, watching as you slowly turn around while cradling Lyra in your arms. "Scare you?" he teases, his hand still resting on your hip.

“A little bit, yeah.” You murmur softly, giving him a small smile and pecking his lips in greeting.

He chuckles lightly when you admit to being frightened, his grip on your hip tightening just a little as he returns your smile. "My bad, sweetheart," he whispers, his voice low and gentle.

Aaron leans in to press his lips against yours in greeting, his hand tracing a small circle on your hip. "Missed you." he murmurs against your mouth before pulling back slightly.

“Missed you, too.” You whispered, giving him one more kiss. “You did great out there, Bean.”

He smiles against your lips as you return his kiss, his hand still tracing small circles on your hip. "Thanks, babe." he murmurs quietly.

Then he glances down at Lyra, who’s still resting her head against your chest, sleepily looking up at the two of you. Aaron grins at the sight. "Looks like someone’s getting sleepy."

“She wore herself out with all the clapping she did.”

Aaron lets out a soft chuckle as you mention Lyra’s excessive clapping. “Must’ve been some real good applause if it tired her out that much.”

He reaches out a hand to gently brush a finger against Lyra’s cheek. “Poor girl’s all tuckered out.”

"Definitely." you murmur. Lyra’s eyes are just barely open, a soft yawn escaping her small mouth as her head lolls against your chest. The poor baby looks so tired she’d probably fall asleep right in your arms if you let her.

Aaron continues to gently brush his finger over her cheek, shaking his head affectionately. “Sleepy little bug.”

"We should probably head home soon, or she might pass out right here." you say, a soft laugh escaping your lips. Though the very sight of Lyra falling asleep where she stands is adorable, you'd rather get her safely buckled into her crib back at home.

Aaron nods in agreement, a grin still playing at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, you're right. We’ve worn our princess out."

You gently adjust Lyra in your arms, making sure her head is resting comfortably against your shoulder. The poor baby is practically already asleep, her little eyes slowly closing and eyelashes fluttering.

Meanwhile, Aaron continues to keep his hand on your hip, walking beside you as you make your way towards the exit.

The two of you make your way out of the clubhouse, the cool evening air hitting your bodies as you step outside. The sky is just beginning to darken, the last traces of sunlight disappearing over the horizon.

Lyra sleepily mumbles against your shoulder as you walk towards your car, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck.

"Poor baby," you murmur gently, gently stroking Lyra's back as she nuzzles against your shoulder. She lets out another soft yawn, her eyes barely open.

Aaron nods, his expression affectionate. "She really did wear herself out, huh?" he muses, his hand still resting on your hip.

"Yeah, looks like it." you agree, shifting your hand to cradle her head. "She’ll be out like a light any second now."

The three of you reach the car, and Aaron unlocks it with a small click of the key. You’ve almost got Lyra buckled into her car seat when she suddenly opens her eyes fully and lets out a small, protesting cry.

“Shhh, it’s okay, bug. You're okay.” You murmur, brushing a curl from her face.

Her small cries continue as you reach out to brush a stray curl from her face, her tiny hands reaching up to grab at you. Lyra doesn’t seem very happy about being placed into her car seat.

"Shhh, baby." you soothe, gently stroking her hair. “You’re okay. We’re just going home.”

Lyra just responds with another grumpy cry, her hands still reaching up towards you. It’s as if she doesn’t want to be separated from you, even for the short car ride home.

Aaron watches from the side, a small smirk on his face as he observes the scene. He can’t help but find it a little amusing how fussy the baby has gotten.

You sigh, pulling off your jacket. You place the sweater over her small frame, hoping that the smell of your familiar perfume would comfort her.

Lyra seems to settle a little once your jacket is placed over her small frame. She buries her face in the soft material, inhaling the scent of your perfume. The soothing fragrance of your jacket combined with your gentle touch seems to work, and her small crying gradually subsides into soft whimpers.

"Looks like all she wanted was a little piece of Mommy." Aaron says teasingly, watching as Lyra calms down in your arms.

The baby continues to nuzzle her face into the jacket, still whimpering a little, but no longer fully crying.

You sigh in relief, stepping back and closing the car door softly. You turn around to face Aaron with a small smile, tilting your head up at him. “Hi.”

Aaron grins down at you, his expression affectionate as you tilt your head up at him. "Hey." he murmurs back, his hand returning to the curve of your hip.

He gazes down at you for a moment, his eyes flickering across your face, as if taking in the sight of you. "You know," he says, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "Lyra's not the only one who missed you."

You laugh softly, a soft blush coating your cheeks. Even after all these years, he still manages to make you blush like a schoolgirl. “I guess I didn’t give you a proper hello, huh?”

Aaron lets out a low chuckle at your soft laugh and the blush that crept onto your cheeks. He can’t help but feel a slight sense of satisfaction at the fact that he can still make you blush so easily after all these years.

“Oh, did you forget something?” he teases, his hand on your hip tightening just a little. He steps closer to you, close enough that you’re nearly pressed flush against his chest.

You hum, frowning in thought. “I guess I did. Wonder what it was.”

His hand moves from your hip to slide under your chin, tilting your head up ever so slightly. His eyes flicker down to your lips, the slightest hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Hmm, wonder what it could be."

He moves even closer to you, his body now fully pressed against yours. The proximity is practically making heat coil in your gut as he looks down at you. "Care to remind me?" he murmurs.

You keep your curious facade up a little longer, leaning even closer into the warmth of his body. “Hmmm, I think I remember now.”

"Oh, do you now?"

Aaron responds by pressing closer into you, his body molding to yours perfectly, like a puzzle piece slotting into place. His fingers keep your chin tilted up, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips.

"And what do you remember?" he asks, his voice low and husky, his own playfulness laced with something deeper.

“I think I remember something like this,” You whisper, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “And this,” Another kiss, but to one of his cheeks. “And…this.” A final kiss, finally on the lips.

Aaron lets out a low hum of satisfaction when he feels your lips press against the corner of his mouth, his eyes closing as he relishes in the feel of your touch. As you move to kiss his cheeks, his breath hitches, his eyelids fluttering.

And then, as your lips finally press against his own, he lets out a soft, almost inaudible moan, a shiver running down his spine. His hand moves away from your chin to rest on the small of your back, gently reeling you impossibly closer to his body.

The kiss deepens, your lips moving against his in a slow, languid dance. Despite the years you two have been married, there's still something almost electric about the simple act of kissing one another. His hand on the small of your back tightens, gripping you closer to him, his body yearning to be as close to you as physically possible.

He breaks the kiss after a moment, pulling back just enough to look down at you. Lust pools in his eyes as he takes in your flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips.

"Damn, I missed you."

The words slip out of his mouth in a soft murmur, his hand on your back gently rubbing small circles on the material of your shirt. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, savoring the taste of your kiss.

Aaron's gaze remains fixated on you, his eyes roaming over your flushed face and swollen lips. He can't help but appreciate the sight, his own heart rate beginning to quicken in response.

“Missed you too, handsome.” You murmured, giving him another soft peck.

The corner of Aaron's mouth quirks up in a small, almost boyish smile. He can't get enough of your affections, and the sound of your voice uttering an endearment only makes him want you more.

He returns the small kiss, his own lips lingering on yours just a bit longer. "Still as sweet as ever, huh?" he murmurs against your mouth.

"Can't help it when I'm around you." you reply, your lips brushing against his again. "You bring out the sweet in me."

Your fingers toy with the collar of his shirt, tugging gently in a playful gesture. There's a hint of a smug smirk on your face, as if you're aware just how much your affection affects him.

Aaron lets out a huff of laughter, a slight rumble in his chest. Your reply and the tugging of his collar causes a shiver to run down his spine. He can't help but fall apart at the sight of your smirk.

"Such a tease." he says in a low murmur, his hand on the small of your back dipping just low enough to nearly dip into the back pocket of your jeans. "You know exactly what you're doing to me, don't you?"

You laugh softly, the sound both sweet and just a touch evil. "Of course I do." you reply, keeping up the playfulness in your voice. "You think after all this time, I wouldn't know how to get a rise out of you?"

Your hand moves from his collar to instead slide down his chest, fingers tracing the muscles underneath his shirt. All the while, your smirk remains in place, your confidence unwavering.

Aaron swallows hard, the feeling of your hand on his chest and the sight of your smug smile are nearly too much for him. He can hardly form a coherent thought, let alone speak in anything more than a low, gruff murmur.

"You're gonna be the death of me, you know that, right?” he manages to mutter, leaning down to press his forehead against yours.

You chuckle softly, the sound almost a purr. "I know." you reply, the tone of your voice almost sultry. You let your hand rest on his chest, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breaths.

A coy smile graces your features. "But you love it."

Aaron lets out a low rumble deep in his chest, his eyes closing as he leans his head against yours. He can't deny the truth in your words, no matter how teasing you may phrase them.

"Damn right I do." he admits, a hint of desire in his voice. He lets out a breath that's almost a sigh, his hands gripping your hips even tighter.

Your smirk widens at his admission, a sense of satisfaction washing over you. It's always good to know you still have the power to make him weak.

"Good." you murmur, shifting your hand from his chest to once again toy with his collar. "Because I'm planning on making you suffer a lot more tonight."

Aaron lets out another low rumble, the sound almost like a growl this time. The implications in your words send a shiver of anticipation racing down his spine, his grip on your hips tightening reflexively.

"And how exactly do you plan on doing that?" he asks, his voice deep and roughened with desire. He lets his forehead rest against yours again, his eyes opening to meet yours again, the hint of lust still visible.

"Oh, I have a few ideas." you reply, your tone still dripping with an intoxicating sense of confidence. You know exactly how much your words are affecting him, and you bask in it.

You press your body against his, closing the distance between you even more. Now, you're practically flush against his chest, and you can feel the rapid beat of his heart against your own.

"You'll just have to wait and see."

Aaron's breath hitches as you press against him, the feeling of your body flush against his making it difficult for him to think clearly. It takes all his will power not to react like a horny teenager and push you against the car and have his wicked way with you right here in the parking lot.

A low whine escapes his lips as he leans his head down, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He lets out a hot breath against your skin, a low moan escaping his mouth. "You're killing me, y'know that?"

A shiver runs down your spine as you feel Aaron's breath hot against your skin. His low whine and the sound of his voice against your ear make your heart skip a beat, your chest tighten at the raw desire in his words.

"But you love it when I tease you, don't you bean?" you murmur, your voice low and sultry. You run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, nails gently scratching his scalp.

Another shiver runs down Aaron's spine as he feels your nails scratching against his scalp. He lets out another moan, the sound muffled against your neck. He can't help but react to your touch, his body begging for more.

He manages to pull his head away from your neck, his breathing still heavy and ragged. He meets your gaze again, his eyes dark with desire. "God, you're so unfair." he mutters, his hands running up and down your sides.

You can't help but smirk at the sight of him all worked up, loving the feeling of how much your teasing affects him. It's almost delicious, seeing him come apart under your touch.

"Oh, is that so?" you purr, your fingers continuing to run through his hair. "Why don't you do something about it, then?"

You press your body even further against his, your chest now fully against his, your faces inches apart.

Aaron lets out a low groan, his restraint slowly slipping away. It's hard for him to resist you when you're so close like this, your body pressing against his, your voice sultry as you dare him to do something about his current state.

He can feel the heat of your bodies mingling, the contact sending bolts of need through his body. He wants you, now.

“Let’s go home.”

[bblairr1yxs]

.... you cant tell me this is not them.