#major league imagine

[volpeenthusiast]

love me ⚾︎ a. volpe

your life over the years of loving anthony volpe. this is so long bc i have so many thoughts. this is very she fell first he fell harder bc i eat that shit UP

You first meet Anthony Volpe when you’re three months old.

He’s only a week old- your mothers had known each other since freshman orientation in college, and it only made sense for their children to forcibly become friends too. You're blinking at Anthony, who's sleeping in Isabelle's arms.

“She’s going to look just like you,” Isabelle says, and your mother beams. “She’s so beautiful.”

"I don't care what she looks like, as long as she's mine," your mother coos, laughing at how you don't tear your gaze away from the other baby. If you had eyebrows, they'd be furrowed, and you kick your leg in a way that almost looks irritated.

"Look at that," your mother muses, adjusting you in her arms, "have you already made a new friend?"

"I don't want to play tennis," Anthony says, and you frown.

It's hard for your six year old self to comprehend Anthony doing anything without you. You two are always attached, and you expect him to follow you when your parents are signing you up for spring recreational sports.

"I don't want to do t-ball," you retort, hoping that Anthony will look as bothered as you. He doesn't.

"That's fine," your mother interjects, setting a plate of snacks down in between you two. "You can do tennis, and Anthony can do t-ball."

Anthony sticks his tongue out at you, and you attempt to kick him under the table. You only manage to tap his foot.

"Are we still gon' be friends?" you ask, suddenly sounding very concerned. Your mother laughs from where she's washing dishes at the kitchen sink, and you pout at her lack of urgency about the situation.

"Of course you will. You two don't have to play the same sport to be friends," she soothes, and you nod, looking back at Anthony. He's more interested in a pretzel stick than your conversation.

"I'll go to your t-ball if you come to my tennis," you say, sticking your hand out for a shake like you've seen your parents do. Anthony thinks for a moment, then nods.

"Deal," he says, pretzel crumbs flying out of his mouth. In irritation, you tap his foot again.

You and Anthony sit knee to knee on your back porch, eating popsicles that you’d dug out of your freezer. You glance at him, only to find him already looking at you.

“Jenna Macklin asked me about you,” you say, looking down to your flip-flop covered feet. The nail polish that you and Olivia had done earlier in the week is chipping.

“What’d she ask?” Anthony questions, reading the joke on his popsicle stick as you ignore the weird feeling brewing in your stomach.

“She asked if you like anyone,” you say, biting the last of your treat as you swap your stick with his. You sigh, nudging your knee against his. “I think it’s because she likes you.”

You’ve known Anthony your whole life. You’d seen each other in the best of times and the worst of times, and yet your twelve year old self thinks that his answer to this question might determine how you feel about him for the rest of your friendship.

“I like someone,” he nods, kicking the grass under his feet aimlessly, “but not her.”

You relax, not even realizing your shoulders were tense. You nod, folding your arms over your knees and leaning your chin on them.

“Do you want me to tell her?” you ask, unable to look at him anymore. You feel like your skin is breaking out in a rash where your elbows are touching.

“You can if you want,” he shrugs, scratching at his forehead, “I don’t care what she thinks.”

You wait for a moment, listening to the cicadas chirp in the bushes nearby. “Who do you like?”

It’s Anthony’s turn to tense now, and you almost laugh at how scared he looks. He chews on the inside of his cheek, and you watch a butterfly dip behind his head.

“Nevermind,” you say, rising to your feet. “It doesn’t matter. As long as it’s not Jenna.”

Anthony’s brows narrow, and he stands up to meet you. He’d hit a growth spurt last summer, and now he's almost a foot taller than you. He taps your foot, and you don’t tap back.

“Why can’t it be Jenna?”

You pause, hesitating for a moment. “I don’t know. Forget I said anything.”

Anthony watches as you start up the steps into your house, and he grabs your arm. You turn, feeling your cheeks grow warm at him touching you.

“Why not Jenna?”

You pause for a moment. Jenna was a volleyball player who had every boy she could ever want at her feet. You were a tennis player who got bad sunburns and could barely keep your best friend off of a baseball field long enough to hold a conversation.

“She’s a bitch,” you shrug, heading back into your house. “C’mon. Let’s go play catch or something.”

Anthony drops the conversation, seeing that you’re clearly not into it. You don’t notice the way he watches you, or how you tap back when you lock your front door to head to the baseball field.

You’re sixteen when you watch your parents' wedding tape.

Anthony’s parents had left town for the weekend, leaving him and Olivia alone. Your mother had offered your house as a place for either sibling to stay if they wanted, and Anthony had come over the second his parents’ car was out of the driveway.

You’d been going through old VHS tapes in your basement when you’d come across your parents’ wedding tape. You’d watched it a handful of times before, mostly when you were younger and you believed that some kind of fairytale love would be attainable.

“How long ago was this?” Anthony asks, and you hum in thought, moving to lay on your stomach in front of the TV. He mirrors you, noticing how your eyes don’t leave the screen.

“They got married three years before I was born. So twenty, I guess,” you respond, leaning up on your elbows. Your parents are having their first dance, and you smile at your dad crying.

Anthony likes your parents a lot. He doesn’t really like them enough to watch them get married, though. He belatedly realizes that he’s only doing it for you. He can’t help but let his gaze drift towards you next to him. You’re far enough away that your shoulders don’t touch, but he almost wishes they would. You always smell nice, a scent he can’t ever pinpoint.

"What song is that?" he asks, and you tilt your head towards the screen as you try to listen better. You look over at him, brows knitted.

"It's Elvis," you decide, going back into your earlier position. "My mom said it's called Love Me, or something."

The song is nice. Your carpet burns against Anthony's elbows, and he tries not to notice how you look so much like your mom when she was younger. He blinks to try and force the images of you in a wedding dress out of his mind.

“Isn’t it so beautiful,” you murmur, almost in awe as you turn your head towards Anthony, “to be loved like that?”

Anthony feels like you’ve stabbed him through the chest. You look so hopeful, your gaze full of obvious admiration towards your parents. There’s a smattering of freckles across your nose from where you’d gotten tan playing tennis that summer, and Anthony thinks he could count them if he leans closer.

“Yeah,” he breathes out, swallowing harshly as you turn back towards the screen. You don’t notice the way that he continues to look at you even when you’ve turned away. He taps your foot, and you tap back.

Your last semester of high school is when you realize that you and Anthony aren’t kids anymore.

It should’ve clicked for you much earlier than a week before you two graduated high school, but everything had started to feel serious. You were looking at colleges and jobs out of state. Anthony committed to Vanderbilt, and you tried to ignore the pit in your chest when you thought about him leaving.

You two are lying on your high school tennis courts, tossing a ball between each other. You’d been hitting around for a while, but Anthony was slightly terrible at keeping the ball in play.

“My mom wants to know what you’re doing after graduation,” you say, tipping your head towards Anthony as you toss the ball. "I think we're gonna have a small lunch or something, if you want to come."

He looks back at you, squinting in the late afternoon sun. He throws the ball with a huff. “I don’t know. Stuff with my family, I guess.”

You nod, catching the ball. You sit up, looking down at Anthony who’s still laying down.

“I have something to tell you,” you say, voice nearly a whisper. Anthony sits up, looking slightly concerned at your tone.

“What is it?” he asks, no longer concerned with the ball. He taps his foot against yours, and you tap back.

“I committed to Duke.”

Anthony gapes at you, reaching out to grab your shoulders. “Shut the fuck up. You’re kidding.”

You shake your head, unable to stop the smile that’s bright on your face. Anthony looks just as excited as you, and you choke out a laugh.

“D1 tennis, AV,” you laugh, grabbing his hands that are on your shoulders. “Jesus, I haven’t told anybody about that.”

Anthony’s eyebrows nearly shoot off of his forehead. “Nobody?”

You shake your head. “Nobody. I got the email last week. I just didn’t want to tell anybody because-“

You pause. You think over your words for a minute, letting your hands drop into your lap.

“It would make everything real, you know?” you murmur, wringing your hands in your lap. “We’re leaving. We’re not gonna be three houses down anymore, or spend all of our time together. It’s just shitty. I don’t want to leave you.”

You could’ve expanded on the truth a bit more, but you think your little spiel did the trick. You’re going to miss Anthony more than anything else about New Jersey. You won’t mince words- there’s not enough days left in the summer for that.

Anthony pauses, his smile fading slightly. He nods in understanding, folding his legs so he’s sitting the same as you.

“But look at what you’re gonna do,” he responds, smile returning tenfold, “Duke isn’t some community college. You’re gonna be surrounded by the best players in the country, and you’re probably gonna beat a lot of them.”

Your smile turns shaky, and you duck your head before he can see you cry. "Yeah. North Carolina's kinda far, no?"

Anthony shakes his head, not commenting on your tears. "Nah. A day trip. We'll be a bit farther from each other at school, but I'll make the drive to come see you."

You huff a laugh. You know he's lying- you'd looked up the distance last night. Duke is seven hours from home, and nine hours from Vanderbilt. You don't have it in yourself to correct him.

You finally look back up at him. He looks just as internally upset as you, and it comforts you somehow. You sigh, tapping his foot. He taps back.

"Make me a promise," you say, and he nods. "That no matter what happens, we'll stay friends."

"You've known me since I was born," he responds, holding out his arms for a hug, "you're not getting rid of me that easily."

You and Anthony miss each other's milestones the next few years.

You're not with him when he signs to the Yankees because it was move in day. You were devastated- you'd called him sobbing, saying just as much.

"I'm so proud of you," you'd heaved, cries echoing throughout your dorm, "I'm so sorry I couldn't be there."

It evens out when he misses your college graduation because he was across the country playing in California.

"I'm such a shitty friend," he'd sighed, leaning against the wall outside of the locker room.

"You're not," you'd assured, stepping out into the hallway so you don't disturb the guests at your graduation party. "You were playing. I don't expect you to drop everything for me."

"I would've," he responds, tone growing softer. He can't see your smile, but he can hear it in your next sentence.

"I know. And I would too."

Silence drapes over the line, and you bite your bottom lip.

"I really miss you," you'd said, like it was a secret. Anthony feels something loosen in his chest, and he covers his face with his free hand.

"I miss you, too. I'll be home for a bit in the summer, okay? You have to come see me."

You feel tears burn in your eyes, but you swallow them back. "Okay. Don't forget about me in New York, okay?"

I could never, he thinks.

Your tennis career manages to bud outside of college.

Playing one singles since your sophomore year really pads your resume, and you were greeted with lots of offers from professional coaches after your graduation.

You're not sure that it's something you want to do. You watch Anthony play baseball nearly every night, and you feel nothing but exhilaration watching him in the big leagues. But is it something you want for yourself?

You don't dwell on it often. You have a steady job, friends, and a nice future for yourself in North Carolina. If nothing else comes from your sport, you're okay with it.

Homesickness had started to invade, you'd noticed. It wasn't even like you were homesick for New Jersey. Your parents visited frequently, and you'd taken a handful of trips back home since your graduation.

You're homesick for Anthony.

You see the Yankees Instagram account post photos and videos with him, but it doesn't feel real. That version isn't your Anthony. You wish sometimes that he was close enough to touch. Not even to touch, but to see. You'd kill for a conversation that wasn't a phone call.

It's on one of these lonely nights that you decide to call in reinforcements. Ignoring the fact that the Yankees had finished up their game just an hour ago, you dial one person who you know can help you.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Austin. Can I ask you a favor?"

You stay in New York for a week.

You get to watch the Subway Series, which is amazing in its own right. Anthony offers you tickets in the suite with the other wives and family members, but you decline. You want to be in the crowd.

Besides, you're not his girlfriend. No reason to pretend.

Game three is amazing for the team, an electric feeling in the crowd from fans and players alike. You scream your lungs out at Bellinger's home run, and wonder if Anthony is intimidated in the dugout. Probably not.

Although, it's not lost on you how stressed Anthony might be feeling about how he played.

None of that matters to you, though, when you're led onto the field by security after the game. You're incredibly nervous, stomach churning as you mentally prepare yourself to meet Anthony's teammates. All of your rehearsed greetings are thrown out the window when you emerge onto the field and see him outside of the dugout.

It pains you when you realize how long it's actually been since you've seen him in person. He'd built up more muscle, grown a few more inches, and had solidified himself as part of the Yankees roster. He looks nothing like the Anthony that would tap your foot in English just to get a rise out of you.

You freeze when he turns to look at you, as if sensing you on the field. You feel like a little girl again, only six years old and stupidly in love with your best friend.

He closes the distance before you can blink, and then you're in his arms.

He's sweating and holding you like he's afraid you're not real. You blink back tears you didn't know were falling, reciprocating the hug. You squeeze him, harder than you probably should, pressing your face into his shoulder.

"You did so good," you wheeze, feeling the tears falling despite your best efforts, "Anthony, I can't... I'm so proud of you."

He's laughing into your neck, the noise and action warming your skin. You pull back to look at his face, fingers shaking when he wipes your tears away with his thumb.

"You flatter me," he murmurs, and you nearly sob again at hearing his voice in person. You catch his hand that's wiping your tears and squeeze it, holding it to your chest.

"This probably isn't the place to be telling you this," you admit, and you see him smiling before you even get the words out, "but I missed you so much it was making me sick."

"Me too. Every day, I missed you," he nods, almost like if he doesn't respond he'll never get to speak to you again.

It goes quiet between you two, though it shouldn't be. There are so many things he could say to you, and none seem appropriate.

I'm in love with you. You're my best friend. I called your mom to ask about you because I hadn't heard from you in a week. I have pictures of us up in my apartment. I told the team we're dating. Austin knows I'm lying.

Instead, he settles for tapping his foot against yours. You smile, ignoring the new onslaught of tears as you press your face into his jersey.

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robin's notes: okay yes childhood friends to lovers! trust this fic is NOT over. there will be a part two i just wanted to split it up bc it's going to be LONG. hope u enjoyed <3 taglist: @benarroz @maudesgf @chuppachuus

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

Offseason | Jarren Duran x Popstar!Reader | Inspired by: C,XOXO

You met him the same week you swore off dating.

Some rooftop afterparty in Brickell, music so loud the floor shook, tequila making you too warm in your dress. He was leaning against the glass railing like he didn’t belong there—like someone dragged him into your world by accident. But he didn’t flinch when you caught him staring. Just lifted his drink and said, “You’re shorter than I thought.”

You smirked. “You’re taller on TV.”

You didn’t exchange numbers. You shared an Uber to your place and never asked whose it was.

That night, you let him see you without the lashes, without the armor. You talked too much. He listened like it mattered. You didn’t mean to see him again.

But he texted the next morning: “Coffee?”

Then the next: “You sleep in this late every day?”

And then: “You free tonight?”

It was never supposed to last. You told him that. “I’m working on an album,” you warned. “I’m feral when I write.” He grinned. “I’m off for the season. I’ve got time to be feral.” And so it began.

The offseason was a fever dream. Miami was golden and sticky, your condo always smelled like weed and incense, and Jarren moved through your space like he’d always lived there. He cooked shirtless. Danced with you in the kitchen. Kissed your spine while you stood at the piano half-naked, chasing a melody.

You didn’t go out much. When you did, it was lowkey—Little Havana dive bars, corner store beer runs, late-night swims in your friend’s pool. You were a popstar and he was an athlete, but together you were just bodies pressed against heat, trying to forget that real life was coming back eventually.

You slept in till noon. Fucked till 3 p.m. Ate dinner at midnight. Time didn’t exist. It was just now.

He played you beats off your laptop, picking favorites. You pretended not to care what he thought. He never asked who the lyrics were about.

One night, he whispered, “You’re the scariest girl I’ve ever met.”

You were straddling him on your couch. You laughed. “Why?”

“‘Cause I know I’m gonna miss this before it’s even over.”

You didn’t respond. Just kissed him harder.

The end was slow and silent, like a radio turning to static. You both started pulling back without realizing it—he stopped staying the night, you stopped offering. One of you canceled dinner. Then the other did.

No fight. No closure. Just a steady fade.

When he left for Spring Training, you didn’t text goodbye. And then the album happened.

C,XOXO was never meant to be about him. But when you got in the booth, it was his voice in your head. His hands. His hoodie on your floor. The way he made you laugh when you didn’t want to feel anything at all.

You wrote with no filter. You said what you didn’t say when it mattered. And when the album dropped, everyone asked who it was about.

You gave them a smile. “A boy who doesn’t know he broke my heart.”

You muted his name on social.

But at 2:41 a.m., he texted you: “This feels like us. Was it?”

You didn’t answer. You just cried harder.

Weeks passed. The album went platinum. Your face was on every billboard on Sunset. Still, the nights felt quiet. Lonelier than they should.

Then, at a friend’s rooftop party in L.A., you saw him again. He looked broader. Calmer. Still unreadable.

You caught each other alone on the balcony, just like the first time.

He nodded at your drink. “No tequila tonight?”

You raised a brow. “Don’t need it anymore.”

He nodded slowly. “Still sing like you’re in love with me.”

You scoffed. “Still text like you’re scared I’ll respond.”

Silence.

Then, soft: “Did we quit too early?”

You stared at the skyline. Thought of that winter. Of his hand on your knee. Of the hook you still hadn’t recorded.

You didn’t say yes. You didn’t say no.

Just looked at him and said, “You still got time left in the offseason?”

[bonjaevuztal]

Good Arms !

Anthony Volpe x Fem Reader !

warning(s): smut, +18, explicit, dirty talk, blowjob, oral sex, tits sucking

summary: seeing his muscular body and strong arms has made you horny so bad.

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Since Anthony joined to the major league with the Yankees you have seen many changes in him, mainly in his physique, he has always had a very good physique but now he usually goes to the gym very often and just these days you’ve paid more attention to every detail of his body from his shoulders, his back, his incredible arms where you could see how some of his veins stood out, his abdomen, also his thighs and legs.

Since you started seeing every detail of him as he prowled around the house sometimes shirtless these days you kept having not so good thoughts, you couldn't contain yourself having this man with nice biceps prowling around your house shirtless, he doesn't help and being ovulating these days wasn't much help either.

As you stopped thinking you saw how Anthony had returned from an outing he had with some of his Yankees teammates.

“hey baby, I'm back" he said closing the door and approaching you to give you a nice kiss. "what are you still doing here in the living room? it's a little late already" he said sitting on the couch next to you and caressing your cheek.

"I was watching something on TV and I was waiting for you of course" you said smiling at him.

“Hmm I see, well I'm here now... today's outing was really good, I had fun with the guys today" he said as he stretched out on the couch, spreading his legs a little and raising one of his hands to rest it on his own neck.

"oh no... the manspread, the manspreaddd" You said in your head as you couldn't help but see what he had done as he settled in, he was saying something but you weren't paying much attention as you were focused watching how he was sitting on the couch right next to you, you couldn't help but bite your lip a little bit.

"did you hear me baby?" he said moving his hand that was previously resting on his neck. "honey..." he moved his hand again slightly people your face.

"oh... yeah yeah... sorry, I was lost in my own thoughts" you said as you kept slyly looking from his neck to his lap.

"don't worry, ahhh I want to lie down a little" he said while he stretched a little more but now he threw his head back resting it completely on the back of the sofa, that... that was the last straw and you didn't hold back when you saw him like that, he had turned on something you no longer wanted and couldn't control, you had been holding back for days but today you couldn't stand it anymore, you wanted him to make you his right then and there.

"fuck it" you murmured softly and began to take off your shirt until you were only in a bra showing off your big boobs.

"wow... What the hell are you doing honey?" Anthony said after raising his head when he heard you mumbling, he was very confused by what you were doing but he didn't dislike what he was seeing.

"Come on, do you want to try them?" you said softly, moving closer to him and putting your tits close to his face. He only licked his lips slightly looking at your tits then looking into your eyes, you could tell he was hesitating a little but seeing your big tits close to his face, he wasn't going to resist that long.

As expected he didn't resist any longer and put his face to your right breast for a moment, it didn't take long before he took off your bra and started sucking them like a newborn baby.

You could only look down and enjoy the way he ate your tits, he was almost desperate to suck them, you closed your eyes enjoying his hands and his mouth on your breasts.

"beautiful and round tits" he said as you felt him lick your right nipple while the other one pinched it, Anthony enjoyed the texture and smell of your breasts as he then put his face right between your big boobs.

"uh..." you let out a sigh as you felt his face on your tits and how he squeezed them, you tried to help him by grabbing both tits and rubbing them on his face, you could feel his hot breath against you, you were enjoying it to the fullest when suddenly you felt how he started kissing your breasts again but now right by your areola.

"honey, yes yes, there," you said as you bit your lip "slowly" you spoke again as you felt him now groping your tits.

"I love your big and delicious tits" he said kneading your tits in his hands while making eye contact with you "watch me eat your precious tits baby" he said in a husky voice, giving you sucks and licks on your nipples not counting eye contact.

"You're doing good" you said watching him intently as you put your hands in his hair, stroking his head and messing up his hair, then he started giving you kisses while trying to take it easy again.

You removed his hands and put yours on your tits, grabbed them and rubbed them again on his face, you felt him sucking them again and unexpectedly he slapped your nipples with his tongue, making you moan.

"Yes" you said approvingly of his movements as you continued to massage your big tits on his face.

Then you slowed things down and moved away from him, you started to take off your bottom clothes one by one until you were only in a black thong that highlighted your ass.

"oh god, I love seeing your wealthy sexy ass in that thong babe" he said giving you a spank that could be heard all over the room, then he squeezed your ass cheek where he had spanked you to ease the blow.

"ah..." you let out a moan after feeling that whip, you put your hands on his shoulders and then ran your hands over his biceps, feeling how toned they are and bit your lip.

"I know I've been making you horny these days" he said smiling slightly as he massaged and squeezed your ass "you think I didn't notice the looks you were giving me? I knew I was driving you crazy but I wanted to see how long you could hold out" he said bringing his face close to yours "you surprised me baby, I didn't think you were going to hold out that long... but you did" he gave you a kiss on the lips and lowered one of his hands to your pussy and rubbed it over your thong.

"I couldn't take it anymore" you said with difficulty as you felt his hand rubbing on your pussy "you had me so horny seeing how muscular you've become" you felt his hands travel to either side of your hips and he pulled down your thong, leaving you completely naked in front of him.

He analyzed your naked body from top to bottom, admiring every part of your body, he couldn't contain himself from how hot your beautiful body made him, your round ass, your fat boobs, your wide and nice hips.

You couldn't take it anymore either, you wanted more, you wanted him to make you his, you pulled his shirt and kissed him.

"Take me to the bedroom please…" you said softly near his face and he without hesitating twice, took off his shirt and threw it somewhere in the living room, then he carried you in his arms and took you to your bedroom, closed the door and left you on the edge of the bed.

Slowly you settled a little further back on the mattress and sat down leaning against the wall of the bed with all the pillows on your back, now you wanted to tease him, you wanted to make him hotter, as he faced the bed taking off his bottom, you spread your legs so he could see your wet pussy, you ran your hands over it and started rubbing it, rubbing your fingers on your clit and teasing him.

"uhhh, baby, I can't wait for you to fuck me so good, I want your big cock in my pussy" you said to tease him "I won't be satisfied until you put every inch of your thick cock in me, I want you to fill every inch of me" you continued to tease him.

As soon as he was undressed he climbed up on the bed and grabbed you underneath him. "Oh yes? that's what you want my love? I'll gladly give you all my cock". he kissed you desperately while you rubbed his big, throbbing boner.

you were stood there sharing kisses for a while as you continued to caress his throbbing boner.

"Your cock and balls are so nice in my hand baby" you said smiling naughtily and kissed him again, you continued to massage and touch the tip of his cock. "fuck baby" Anthony said as he moved his kisses down your neck until he reached your tits and went back to eating them.

"Shit, I love the way you gently bite my nipples" you said as you continued to work your hand on his hard cock.

"Hmmm baby, I love how you can pull my cock" Anthony said with a smile on his face as he continued to enjoy your boobs

After a moment you stopped stroking his cock and without knowing how, you took control over his body and climbed on top of him, leaving him lying on the bed. You began to rub your wet pussy on his big hard dick, you felt a spank on your ass as he admired how you moved and how your tits swayed slowly.

"Oh my God, you are so fucking hard” you said feeling the tip of his cock poking your clit, you lifted up a little and spit out your hand and then took his cock and stroked it until he was ready to place it at the entrance of your pussy.

"Fuckkkk, finally it's all for me" you said feeling his thick cock sink into you.

"Yes, it's all yours now" he said as he held you by the waist.

"Oh my God," you said as you felt his cock in your folds. Slowly, you adjusted to his cock and took your rhythm, your big tits began to bounce in front of him . "Oh yessss, your cock feels amazing" you said as Anthony grabbed your ass "I love your big hands on my ass" you continued "Do you like it when I bounce on your cock my love?" you asked looking him in the eyes as you bit your lip and started to move your hips faster.

"Yes" he said with his voice a little shaken.

"Fuck, it's so big in my pussy" you said starting to shake your ass faster "I love grinding on your big cock" you said while resting your hands on his chest to move better.

Then you squatted down on his dick as you started going up and down faster, you could feel your big tits bouncing faster and Anthony started panting.

"Oh yes, baby, move that ass" said Anthony with an agitated voice "move more, I want to see you bounce so much on my cock" he said giving you a hard spanking and then grabbed your tits that were bouncing non-stop.

He pushed his hips up so that his cock entered deeper into your pussy. "Just like that... fuck fuck fuck! stretch my little pussy daddy" you told him as you kept going down as he moved his hips "Perfect, I love how your balls hit my ass" you said throwing your head back following your rhythm on his dick.

"Keep squeezing my cock with your juicy tight pussy," Anthony said as they both slowed down their movements a little at a time.

"You got my pussy so fucking wet" you said as you made eye contact with him.

"Do you like the way I bounce on your big cock daddy?"

"I love it" Anthony said releasing your tits and lightly grabbed you by the neck to pull you closer to him and give you a passionate kiss while you kept moving

He moves his hips again quickly to feel his cock deeper and deeper in your pussy "oh yes, Hard, harder, right there love, don't stop, don't stop" you said scratching his chest from how hard you were holding yourself, his movements were so fast that his balls were hitting your ass and the room was filled with the sound of the crashing of your ass against him.

You felt yourself getting tighter, you felt your orgasm coming and you started to move faster along with Anthony. "oh fuck fuck fuck I'm going to cum" you said panting.

"come on, fill my cock with your juices baby" said Anthony giving you a little spank.

"ahh.. fuck" you let out a moan as you finally filled his cock with your juices. "how good you make me come love" you said to anthony as you continued to move on him "let me work on you now" you moved closer to him and kissed him slowly.

"I need to taste your cock" you said as you pulled his cock out of your pussy and moved down to suck it. "Oh my god, your cock is so fucking hard" you said giving it little licks and then started licking the tip of it like crazy and bobbing your head up and down.

"Oh shit" Anthony said closing his eyes and throwing his head back, trying to push his hips so you would swallow more of his cock. "you are so good sucking my fucking dick baby" he said running his hands through your hair, he stopped you for a moment and sat back on the bed, then you moved back down to his cock and took it in your mouth again.

"yes my love... you are doing it so well" Anthony said as he took your hair in his hands so it wouldn't get in the way of your face. "oh... hell, keep it up" he said watching as his cock disappeared into your mouth, you kept bobbing your head up and down endlessly as you went through the motions and gagged on his cock, Anthony seemed to have liked the feeling of his cock slamming into your throat.

"ohhh.. be careful babe" he said stroking your hair. "Hey baby, let me do my work now" he said as he lifted you up and laid you on the bed then spread your legs.

You quickly heeded his request, you let yourself be carried away by him as you felt his hands and lips on your body, placing his hands on your pussy while his lips were on your big tits. "let me taste your wealthy pussy" he said as he moved his kisses down from your tits to your wet pussy.

“you still have a wet pussy" he said giving you little kisses in the folds of your pussy making you desperate and leaving you anxious for me to suck your clitoris.

"Just fucking suck my fucking clit, rub your face on me babe" you said lifting your hips slightly and grabbing his head to grind your pussy against him.

“wait babe, i'll suck your delicious clit" he smiled and then licked your pussy, he started to run his tongue through all the folds until he focused on your clitoris.

You were going crazy, you were lifting your hips so you could feel him and make him eat you so fast, you kept grinding your pussy in his mouth, you wanted more and more, he was fascinated eating you, he was eating you like never before, he was eating you so well that you were too wet, your juices were dripping.

"OH MY GOD, FUCK, OH YEAH, suck my juicy pussy" you pulled his hair with every desperate lick he gave you, Anthony was driving you crazy in the way he moved his tongue and the obscene sounds he was making while sucking your pussy.

"Oh, my God, I'm going to cum on your face," you said as your legs were shaking . "Oh, baby, you're going to make me cum so hard" you said with your voice trembling. "You know what? I need your cock so bad, put it back in my pussy again" you squealed for his cock.

He left your pussy and with how lubricated your entrance was, he entered you so easily that he slammed deep into your pussy. "OH MY GOD, SO DEEP" you scream as his cock bulges under your belly.

"Stretch my pussy like this baby" you said as you yourself grabbed and squeezed your tits.

"MAKE ME COME, MAKE ME COME, MAKE ME CUM AGAIN, KEEP GOING DADDY AHHHHHH" you said as you felt his onslaught get harder and deeper.

"Just spread my fucking pussy open as like that, oh yeah" you grabbed him by his strong arms while moaning like crazy.

You moved one of your hands down to your pussy and massaged it, then moved down a little more to your clit and started rubbing it in a circle while Anthony kept on ramming you like never before.

Anthony takes one of your legs and pulls it up to his shoulder, so he can ram you better. "You like the way I fuck you like that? huh? you like me being rough with you?" said Anthony looking your eyes.

"FUCK. FUCK. FUCK, YES! GIVE ME MORE" you replied without breaking eye contact. "OH THAT'S IT! FULL ME SO BAD WITH YOUR BIG DICK. SHIT, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," you moaned desperately as he smiled and hit you harder and harder every minute.

"OH YEAH, THERE, THERE, FUCKING RIGHT THERE YEAH," you said.

"Oh... here?" he said and gave you a hard ramming at the exact spot where you felt like you were in heaven

"OH SHIT, YES! YES, JUST THERE!" you moaned and squeezed yourself on his cock so badly that Anthony started grunting with every hard thrust he gave you on your spot.

“FUCK YEAH, MAKE ME CUM RIGHT NOW,HONEY" you moaned "fill my fucking pussy with your cum" you moaned along with Anthony who was pounding your cervix hard.

"OH FUCK!" moaned Anthony as he felt you choking his cock. "Turn around, get in doggy style and let me see that sexy ass, I want to see how your pussy eats my cock" you obeyed and he penetrated you again with ease, he went back to giving you deep lunges right where you like it.

"Oh yes, you look so perfect like that" he said agitatedly "I wish you could watch my cock disappear inside your pussy" he spanked you

"FUCK FUCK, YOU FUCK ME SO GOOD, I LOVE FEELING YOUR BALLS BEAT MY PUSSY" You said "Go ahead, fuck me harder, AHHHHHHHH" you begged him and he complied and spanked your pussy at full speed.

"OH I'M GOING TO COME BABY" you moaned.

"OH SHIT! ME TOO BABE" moaned Anthony and spanked you hard.

“FUCK FUCK FULL ME WITH YOUR CUM BABE" you said as you felt her hard onslaught. "OH FUCK IM COMING! IM COMING BABYYY!"

"YEAH GIVE ME YOUR JUICE, FILL ME UP WITH YOUR COCK".

"OH FUCK!" you let out a big moan and both of you cum at the same time.

"oh my god I love how you fill me full of cum with your fucking cock" you told him trying to look back while still slightly wiggling your ass which had his cock still in it.

"Damn you left me with no cum at all" he smiled kneading your ass, you smiled at him the same and after you stopped wiggling your ass, you pulled his cock out of you giving him the last strokes.

You got up from the position you were in and both of you approached each other "damn baby, we had the fuck of our lives" he slapped you to him, spanked you and gave you a kiss then smiled widely

“ughh yes, you don't know how much I loved it" you smiled and kissed him again. "I hope it will happen again" you said hugging him.

"of course it will happen again" he said caressing you.

"Now, let's go take a shower, okay?" you said heading to the bathroom.

"If you want we can continue in the shower" Anthony said close to your ear and then he smiled and gave you a little nibble on your shoulder.

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[maxfriedss]

baby doll

ben rice interacts with you a total of 22 times before she kisses you.

the number is ironic—yet she still hates it. maybe hate is a strong word but it fits now. the previous 22, one who’s name you be whispered and still earn the roar of angry new yorkers, is lone gone, much to her oblige. stuck the stadium practically across the street for a long and grueling fifteen years. boone had suggest the number change, surprisingly.

“you’re a full time professional now,” he’d stated one meeting, giving one of her broad shoulders, the action jostling her just a bit. “you need to prove yourself, and i think you can.”

you come in a week later.

you’re young—a rookie catcher with softness of a bambi and an arm of a sniper. you’re quiet, too. you don’t really speak unless needed, mostly hanging around people of the same caliber, max fried, paul goldschmidt, and dj lemahieu to name a few. ben can’t help but feel entranced.

the first day you meet, you replace ben’s feeble attempt of a handshake with a small and awkward upturn of your lips, murmuring a statistic about how it’s really safer to kiss then receive touch from a random individual.

ben elbows j.c. in the stomach when he laughs.

you don’t speak much after that. you, j.c., and austin alternate game days between catcher, the use of all three of your arms keeping the team together in a way. like a missing puzzle piece.

something in ben’s chest aches when she sees you laughing gently on the bench one day. one of max’s dumb dad jokes from the looks of it, and with the way goldy’s barely there smile shines under the stadium lights she can tell he learned it from him.

she’s at your locker that same night.

“you don’t talk much,” ben points out, winching at the sheer stupidity of her voice—a bit too loud and cracking slightly—before settling for a small smile, cheeks curling around soft dimples and showing a charming flash of two bunny like teeth in the front of her mouth.

“is that a problem?” you question, and it makes her blink. your voice is soft in her ears. like velvet.

“no, no!” she stammers, pink lips mashing together in order to stop them from spewing more nonsense, a flush of maroon gathering at the apples of her cheeks. “that’s nice! not that you don’t talk- talkings great, i-i love talking.”

the smile you give her practically burns.

you form a slight…friendship after that. if you can even call it a friendship—it’s basically her just talking your ear off and giving her little mumbled feedback.

tonight—day 22—is unexpected, in a way.

the game, a close knit one against their city rival mets, hobbles into extra innings. it’s something that has both the team and the stadium holding its breath with each pitch, from both the mets bullpen and your own.

j.c.’s on base, ironically. catcher trying to send another catcher home for the win, and ben finds herself losing her breath when you give the ball a rough hit—sending it through the middle of the infield and letting it roll around.

the memories are a bit faded for the both of you—you because you’re basically blacked out from excitement and ben because she’s just so damn proud.

ben and max do the gatorade bath, and she can’t help but relish in the way you let out a shocked yelp, shaking away the biting freeze of ice and water before getting blindside by a towel—courtesy of judge.

there’s something that tugs at her chest after the postgame celebration, thick and warm like honey when she sees you standing by your locker. hair braided neatly, but still damp.

“bambi,” she murmurs, gentle not to startle you and because she can’t not be around you.

“me, j.c, wellsy, and volpe were thinking about going out for drinks after.” ben explains, scratching at the nape of her neck hesitantly before lowering it. “figured you’d come since you’re the one who walked it off.”

you pause your fiddling with the edge of your bag.

“i dunno,” you mumble, giving her a small smile at the name. you turn, tucking a stray hair behind your neck, before sitting down on one of the benches. “i don’t do bars.”

for some reason, ben’s not surprised. the image of you drinking something stronger than soda at a bar feels wrong.

she walks over, perching herself at the end of the bench you’re sitting on. she leans over, tilting her head to try and see the look on your face.

“why not?”

you give her a momentary look of dryness, a small you know me resting on the tip of your tongue. but you’re not truly sure if she knows you, so you bite it back. “not my place.” you explain, giving a gentle shrug. “i like staying at home, i guess.”

ben hums, knowing there’s something else hidden in it but not digging further. maybe another day.

“that’s fair,” she says. “a homebody.”

as if it isn’t already obvious, her eyes scan you over. a plain old baseball tee, one she’s seen you wearing more than once from the way it’s wrinkled and loose. she wants to reach out and feel the material, see if it’s as soft as it looks.

“do you think you’re going to go home after this is all over?” ben asks suddenly, eyes still fixated on the thin fabric of your shirt.

she’s trying to ignore the way her mind supplies an image of you in her own shirt, swallowed up in the material and with the hem resting just at your mid thighs. dumb, dumb, dumb.

“yeah,” you answer, eyes searching hers before they drift down to where they sit—locked in on the exposed skin of her collarbones. “probably put on a movie or something.”

she wants to believe the look in your eyes is what most would call lustful, but she’s had too many of those from fans and knows that’s not what’s being displayed on your face.

it’s curiosity. desire, but in a more intimate way. you wanting to know her.

it makes her shift a little bit, her hands fidgeting with the material of her pants.

“that sounds relaxing,” she murmurs, and ben doesn’t mean for the comment to come off as breathy as it did.

“i would offer to come over,” she blurts out then, regretting pooling in her body immediately,

it’s almost funny. the way you still just stare at her with those big doe eyes of yours, but she can see the slight change at her words. the way your chin tilts up, jaw setting and chest moving up and down as you breathe.

“…you would?”

it doesn’t help when you speak, either. your voice is soft and melodic to her ears, even when it’s pitched up in a sign of surprise. a lot of people compare her voice to chocolate—deep and smooth, thick when she’s tired.

yours? it’s soft, kind of sweet, a bit airy. it soothes ben.

“i would,” she confirms, meeting your eyes and ignoring the way her heart beats out of her chest under her ribs.

“we could-“

she stops, biting her lower lip as she contemplates her next words. her mind fills with a different picture, one that makes her flush. it’s you, under her on the couch, whining softly and with hands gripping the couch fabric. the thought is tantalizing.

the rational part of ben, the part that makes her a decent player, tells her that you don’t want that. it’s too fast, too quick. you won’t like—

a hand on her knee snaps her out of it, and ben realizes that you’ve scooted closer.

“the offers nice,” you murmur, giving the bone of her knee a gentle squeeze. “but you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

ben swallows, mouth going dry.

“it’s not that i don’t want to,” she shakes her head, reaching out to grab your hand from her knee and hold it in her own. it’s small compared to hers, but it’s soft and kind of cute the way it gets swallowed up. it reminds her of how you’d be under her. “i kind of really do.”

“you kind of really do.” you repeat, lips curling up gently, hand going lax in her grip.

ben lets out an amused huff of air, feeling slightly lightheaded with just how close you are. like this, she can truly see just how short you are compared to her. her knees brush into your thighs and you have to look up to meet her gaze. your bottom lip looks like a pillow—plump and soft, begging to be kissed.

“i do.” she whispers, eyes fixated on your lips as she leans forward a bit more, noses brushing.

there’s an overwhelming urge for her to lean forward and kiss you—and god, she can. you’re right there, so easy to grab and touch and have. but one look at your face stops her. you’re so young. you have so much opportunity to go to waste. it’s only been a few weeks and she could already tell you’re a gem.

“you’re young,” ben murmurs, thumb rubbing circles over your palm as she pulls away. “and i don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“‘m not that young,” you huff, eyes blinking slowly as she pulls back. your nose twitches slightly—like it wanted the momentary contact back.

her grip on your hand tightens. “yes, you are,” ben insists, eyes softening at the subtle movement of your nose. god, even your nose was adorable.

“i’m 26,” she continues. “you’re barely 22.”

you pause, before letting out a tiny breath, slipping from her hold slightly. “i…i feel normal around you. i don’t feel like…i need to be someone.”

she wants to cry at the words—not the ones that you spoke, but the ones you didn’t. it’s not surprising that you don’t feel how ben feels.

ben loves the attention, craves it. but you…you shrink under everything. every flash of the camera and every cheer that resonates through the stadium.

“you don’t need to be anything. you’re you.” her free hand moves up to your cheek, thumb tracing over the ridge of your cheek bone.

“and i’m not trying to take advantage of you,” ben repeats, feeling the flutter of your lashes against her fingers. “i just—“

“what?” you’re looking at her with those soft eyes again, and ben feels like she’s suffocating. there’s so many things she wants to say—so many things she can’t.

“i just like you,” she finishes lamely, words slipping out before she could properly stop them.

you smile at that. “i just like you.”

ben returns it easily, leaning closer so her forehead touches the top of your forehead and her other hand goes to the back of the bench, caging you gently.

you make her feel insane. crazy, even. she’s been with people she’s had her fair share of attraction with, people she’s found pretty and beautiful even. but you? she just might worship you. she wants to hold you for the rest of her goddamn life.

“can you kiss me?” you question, brushing your nose against hers again, wide eyes blinking in anticipation. “if you like me?”

it takes a lot of effort to hold back from making a sound. ben doesn’t want to freak you out even more, but the request and the way you’re so obviously asking for it makes her want to grab you by the waist and shove you up against the nearest hard surface and kiss you until you’re breathless.

“yeah,” she exhales, breath fanning across your face. “yeah, yeah, baby, come here.”

the kiss is soft, chaste. ben keeps it that way, making sure she doesn’t take too much. she wants to take it all and more, but she’s scared to break you.

she holds the side of your face with one hand. the other lands on one of your thighs, and she can’t help but squeeze slightly. you’re warm under her palm and she can feel the way your breath stutters.

you inhale deeply, eyes drifting down to her hand before looking back up, lips tilted down in a thoughtful frown. “can i have another one?” you ask, trying not to sound so needy.

ben can’t help the small laugh that escapes her at your words. she can already see how this is going to go.

“yeah, baby,” she murmurs, words muffled when she leans forward and captures your lips again. it’s sweet at first, gentle and unhurried.

then you part your lips and oh, she just can’t help herself.

her tongue gently swipes across your lower lip, silently asking for access. you give it to her easily, and ben’s almost embarrassed at the whine you make under her. she has to pull away—has to breathe, god damn it, but she misses you already. ben can’t help but look at your face, flushed red and slightly swollen from her own actions.

“god,” she huffs lowly, eyes roving over you. “god damn it, look at you. so pretty.”

you suck in a sharp breath, tongue swiping over your mouth fleetingly before tipping your head forward. you frown when nudges you back.

“hey, come here,” ben murmurs, gently grabbing your chin and tilting your face up so you’re looking at her.

you’re gorgeous. your cheeks are flushed prettily, lips red and shiny from her. she wants to pull you closer, kiss you until her jaw falls off, but there’s a sense of dread sitting at the back of her mind. “bambi, why are you pouting?”

“i want another one.”

she’s already shaking her head ‘no’ before the words are out of your mouth. “if we keep this up,” ben mutters, thumb rubbing the skin of your chin, “we’re never going to leave this bench.”

she wants to kiss you, wants to pull you up into her lap and keep you there for as long as you’ll let her. ben wants to explore your mouth, wants to learn how you kiss and what you like. she wants to hold your cheeks in her hands and bite and pull at your lip until you gasp.

but—

a part of her is still being rational. there’s a fear still lingering, one that tells her to take it easy, take it slow.

“we should—“ ben clears her throat, voice cracking slightly and sounding strained from how hard she’s trying to keep herself together.

you’re doing this to her. not physically, at least.

she wants to ask you to go home with her. wants to keep you tucked against her chest the whole night, wants to feel your weight on her mattress and between her thighs, wants to drown in the way you feel and how you sound.

ben wants you. just not like this. it’d be too fast.

you breathe in and out slowly, the drunkenness of her mouth wearing off and settling into something calmer. “okay.” you murmur, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

she lets out a shuddering exhale, eyes lingering on that one little spot of skin that your movement exposed to the world. “okay,” ben repeats dumbly, clearing her throat and attempting to shake the slight buzz in her head.

her hands are still on you, one still holding your chin and the other on the soft expanse of your thigh. she can’t bring herself to remove either one.

“have to go,” you state, curling a palm around the hand on your thigh, blinking slowly.

“yeah,” she whispers, her hand twisting so she can intertwine her fingers through yours and squeeze lightly. “i know.”

ben doesn’t move her other hand, though. she’s still holding your chin, thumb stroking your skin and she really doesn’t want to let go.

your lips part for a moment—hesitant and nervous, before you turn, tipping your head into her cupped palm. “i really like you,” you admit, trailing your gaze over her face.

ben feels weak at your words, feeling the way you nuzzle into her palm and how your eyelashes brush the skin of her hand. god, she can’t keep up with how quickly her heart is beating.

“i really like you, too,” she murmurs, eyes fluttering when your gaze drifts over her face. “more than i probably should.”

“i want to take you out,” ben starts, watching the way her words make you tilt your head a bit. “proper. like, where it’s not just—“ she motions between the two of them, “whatever this is.”

not whatever this is, she thinks. i want it to be more.

the thought makes her heart clench in her chest, her grip on your fingers tightening.

“a date?” you ask, throat bobbing as you swallow.

“yeah, baby,” she rasps, eyes glued on the movement. “a date.”

“i’m gonna take you out,” ben continues, watching you through a hooded gaze. “wherever you want. i’ll take you somewhere fancy, spoil you rotten.” she brings the hand on your thigh up to your waist, gripping the material of your shirt. “then i’m gonna bring you back to my apartment, and treat you like a damn princess.”

her words make something jolt in your stomach, but you smile anyway—giddy and a bit too wide but still you. “alright.” you murmur.

“yeah?” ben questions, a crooked smile of her own stretching across her lips.

the idea of having you in her apartment, in her bed is still fresh in her mind. the thought of your voice sounding wrecked and breathy, with your thighs trembling around her head. “you’ll let me take you out?”

“mhm.”

ben lets out an amused huff of breath, leaning forward and pressing a kiss beneath your ear. it’s different than the one she gave you on your mouth, one that’s more possessive and claiming.

“okay, bambi,” she exhales, watching the way the corner of your mouth twitches. “you let me plan everything.”

“anything you want,” ben murmurs, kissing the spot again before pulling away. “movie, food, you name it.”

she’s never felt like this before. everything feels different around you, more…amplified. all of her feelings get heightened around you, every little thing that you do drives her insane.

she wants you so bad.

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holy FUCK this took to long to edit

anyway welcome bambi!reader 🫶🏼 i kinda made her a bit ditzy i promise shes a sweetheart and has a good arc

okay i’m gonna hurry and post so @volpeenthusiast doesnt die of a crash out attack

@judgepilled

[bluephoenixgirl]

Best Friend’s Sister

Adley Rutschman x Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Fluff and Maybe a Tiny Bit Of Angst, Mention of Cheating, Anxiety, and Maybe Some Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot any!)

Part Two: Brother’s Best Friend

Summary: Adley’s best friend is his teammate Gunnar and they have been so close ever since the Orioles drafted them. They are so close that they live together so when Gunnar’s big sister comes to Maryland to visit she stays with her brother and his best friend. But right when Adley meets Y/N he instantly falls for her which makes him freak out because he knows that he’s growing feelings for not just any girl, but he’s falling for his best friend’s sister.

Word Count: 2,018

Author’s Note: Just wanted to leave a little note that this story might not be completely accurate. This story takes place last season. I’ve heard Adley and Gunnar say that they have lived together multiple times. I don’t know if they just lived together when Gunnar first got called up or not and I don’t know if they live together now. They definitely live together during spring training but again this story takes place last season where I believed they were still living together during the regular season!

Adley is the star catcher for the Baltimore Orioles and his best friend is his teammate Gunnar Henderson who is the Orioles star in the in field and is also a star with his bat as well. Adley and Gunnar were both drafted by the team in 2019. Adley was drafted number one overall after is record breaking season at Oregon State University. The team ended the season with a National Championship. Gunnar was drafted right out of high school.

The boys became close through the minor leagues all the way up to the major leagues. Adley made his major league debut in May 2022 and Gunnar made his major league debut the same year in September.

People noticed the close bond between the two players that people were saying that Gunnar is Adley’s sidekick. Both boys have admitted that they are very close and have said that the main reason why they are so close is because they live together in a contemporary style house.

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The Orioles just ended the day with another win. The team has a day off tomorrow before they start another series back at home. The team is currently in Boston getting ready to leave Fenway for the airport back to Maryland.

The team was in the visitor’s locker room gathering their stuff up to head outside to the bus. Adley was putting on his sneakers when Gunnar approached him. “Remember my big sister, is coming tomorrow morning.” Gunnar said reminding him.

A couple months ago Gunnar’s sister who is just a couple years older than him told him that she will be coming to visit him from their home town in Alabama. Gunnar asked Adley if it was okay if Y/N can stay in their guest room while she’s in town which Adley told him it wasn’t a problem at all. Y/N is the only person in Gunnar’s family that Adley hasn’t met yet. Gunnar has told Adley how amazing Y/N is and how close they are with one another. Gunnar is very excited to see Y/N since when Gunnar is playing baseball he doesn’t see Y/N a lot since she’s busy with her career. Y/N just broke up with her boyfriend of one year so she felt like she needed to get away so why not visit her baby bro.

“Right, thanks for reminding me.” Adley told Gunnar as he tied the laces to his left shoe. “How long is she staying with us again?” Adley asked him in a curious tone as he put on his right shoe. “A week and a half.” Gunnar answered him.

“You’re going to love her. She’s like the girl version of me.” Gunnar told him. “Okay so I’m basically going to be living another you.” Adley said as he stood up after tying his right shoe. “Can’t wait.” Adley added in a teasing tone as he playfully rolled his eyes. “Hey! I’m a good roommate!” Gunnar said defending himself as Adley picked up his bags that had him equipment and uniform in. “Whatever you say.” Adley said still teasing his best friend as he made his way out of the locker room. Gunnar rolled his eyes and followed him. He knows that Adley’s just messing with him like he always does. Adley sees Gunnar as a little brother.

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It was the next morning and Adley was awoken by music playing downstairs. Adley let out a big groan as he got out of his comfy bed. He was planning on sleeping in since the team had a long day yesterday but obviously that’s not going to happen. Adley walked out of his room and stomped downstairs to the living room. He heard the music coming from the kitchen so he made his way towards the kitchen.

“Gunnar will you turn down the-“ Adley started to say in a snappy and annoyed tone but stopped himself when he saw that the person in the kitchen wasn’t Gunnar. Adley right away knew that it was Y/N since she looked similar to Gunnar. Y/N stopped mixing the pancake mix that was in the bowl and paused the music that was playing on her phone.

“Shit! You’re not Gunnar.” Adley said as his cheeks turned a rosy red in embarrassment. “No, but people do say that I do look like the girl version of him.” Y/N told him with a giggle. “I’m Y/N.” Y/N added introducing herself with a kind smile. “I’m Adley but you probably know that so why am I telling you something that you already know.” Adley said cursing at himself in his head. Y/N let out another giggle which made Adley’s heart skip a beat. “It’s okay.” Y/N reassured him.

“Sorry for barging in here like that.” Adley apologized. “You don’t have to apologize.” Y/N told him. “I’m sorry about the music. Gunnar kept turning it up.” Y/N apologized. “It’s okay. This ain’t the first time I’ve been woken up by Gunnar’s music.” Adley told her with a small sigh. “Yeah, as much as I love my little bro he can sometimes be hard to live with.” Y/N told him which made Adley let out a small laugh.

“Do you want some pancakes?” Y/N asked him in a curious tone as she walked over to the stove carring the bowl that had the pancake batter in. “Sure.” Adley said with a nod. Y/N gave him a small smile and started to pour some of the batter into the big pan with a spoon. As Y/N cooked the pancakes Adley walked over to the kitchen island and took a seat down onto one of the chairs. As she cooked Adley would glance over at her. He didn’t notice that he was just staring at her till Gunnar walked in caring a grocery bag that has a carton of milk in it.

“I’m back.” Gunnar said. “Hey sleepy head.” Gunnar said walking over to Adley and roughing up his messy brunette hair with his empty hand. Adley rolled his eyes as he pushed Gunnar’s arm away. “I hope my annoying sister didn’t bother you while I was gone.” Gunnar said in a teasing tone. “Oh shut up and put the milk in the fridge.” Y/N told him in a stern tone. “Geez so mean.” Gunnar said pulling the milk out of the bag and walked over to the fridge. Y/N rolled her eyes as Gunnar opened the fridge and put the milk in it.

After Y/N finished making enough pancakes for herself and the boys they sat down at kitchen island together. As they ate Y/N and Gunnar told Adley stories about them growing up together. Adley also got to know Y/N as well.

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As the days passed and the more Adley has gotten to know Y/N he’s realized that he is falling for Y/N. And he knows that he’s not just falling for any girl, no! He’s falling for his best friend’s sister. He’s falling for Gunnar’s older sister.

When Adley’s around Y/N he just can’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach. When they lock eyes Adley feels his heart rate speed up. He loves hearing her talk with her southern Alabama accent that matches Gunnar’s.

Adley knows that he’s falling head over heels for her and some times he feels like she feels the same way but sometimes he thinks that it’s all in his head. But that’s not his biggest worry. His biggest worry is what Gunnar will think. Would he freak out if he finds out that his best friend likes his sister? Even though Y/N is the older sibling he can tell that Gunnar is very over protective of her. Adley wants to tell Gunnar about what he’s been feeling but he’s worried about what his reaction would be.

———————————————

It was a Saturday night and the Orioles had an early game win so to celebrate some players game to Adley and Gunnar’s house. Y/N sat in the backyard with her brother and his teammates. Since there was a fire pit in the backyard Gunnar put some firewood in the pit and started a bomb fire so everyone sat around the fire just having some drinks and talked. As time passed some guys left one by one. Once the last teammate left Gunnar called it a night for himself since he was exhausted so he went inside to his room leaving Y/N and Adley alone by the bomb fire.

There was a comfortable silence between the two till Y/N broke it. “I enjoyed watching you play. You sure know how to put on a damn good show.” Y/N told him which made Adley blush. He was hoping that Y/N didn’t notice. “Thanks.” Adley said with a smile. “I’m glad I took this trip. Really has helped me get my mind a reset.” Y/N told him. “Gunnar told me that you recently just got out of a relationship.” Adley said in a soft voice. “Yeah.” Y/N said with a small nod.

“What happened?” Adley asked in a curious tone. “If you don’t mind me asking.” Adley quickly added. “It’s okay. You’re good.” Y/N reassured him which made him relax. “It all started two months ago when my ex boyfriend kept accusing me of cheating on which I wasn’t and just after we celebrated our one year anniversary I caught him in bed with a girl who was at the time a good friend to me.” Y/N told him which broke his heart to hear. “Damn. That’s fucked up.” Adley said with a hint of anger in his voice. “Turns out he had been cheating on me for months and was just accusing me of cheating so I would break up with him.” Y/N said with a heavy sigh as she stared down at her hands that were resting on her lap. “What a dick move.” Adley said in disgust. “It was a fucking cowardly move.” Y/N added with another sigh.

“You don’t need people like that in your life.” Adley told her. “They didn’t deserve to have you in their life. Especially that douchebag.” Adley added which made her look up at him. “Really?” Y/N asked him. “Y/N, you are a beautiful and an amazing girl.” Adley started to tell her as they locked eyes. “The perfect guy is out there for you. He’s waiting for you and he’s going to make you forget all about that asshole.” Adley told her with a warm smile. “Thanks Adley, I’ll remember that.” Y/N said returning the smile.

Adley knew that he was talking about himself being the guy but he was wondering if Y/N knew that he was the one he was talking about.

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Ever since that night by the bomb fire Adley and Y/N have become so close that for the rest of her visit she always wanted to be around him and just talking to him. It made both of them sad when Y/N had to leave to go back to Alabama. Before Y/N got on her plane she promised that she’ll keep in touch with him.

Gunnar was driving his car with Adley in the passenger seat driving his car back to their house. “You have a feelings for Y/N, don’t you?” Gunnar asked him which took Adley by surprise. He didn’t know what to say so he just stayed quiet. “It’s okay if you do.” Gunnar told him with a reassuring smile which made Adley’s nerves relax. “Yeah, she’s just everything that I look for in a girl.” Adley told him. It felt so good for him to finally say this out loud to someone.

“I know my sister better than anyone so I know that she definitely feels the same way.” Gunnar told him giving him a quick glance. “But just because I’m your best friend doesn’t mean that I won’t kick your ass if you break her heart.” Gunnar added in a stern tone. Adley let out a small laugh. He knew that was coming. “You have my word cowboy.” Adley said looking at him. Gunnar couldn’t help but let out a laugh at Adley’s nickname he gave him.

[swiftsmlb]

dating shohei ohtani includes…

authors note: my first post on here!!! i hope you like this!

shohei ohtani x fem!reader

warnings: none!

being mike trout’s younger sister and meeting him at one of your brother's games

the two of you hitting it off immediately and shohei asking you out

surprisingly mike accepts the relationship

supporting him through everything

cuddles (LOTS OF THEM)

shohei being the big spoon (but we all know sometimes he likes to be the little spoon)

shohei loves when you run your fingers through his hair.

he doesn’t like pda much- but he loves cheek kisses

shohei loves to spoil you

shohei supporting you and loving everything you do

him having a story highlight on instagram just for you

shohei loves to post photos of you

talking about you in interviews

finally asking you to marry him, in such a cute way

being the cutest couple. (THE MLB COUPLE)

shohei loves when you wear his clothes, especially his hoodies

shohei calling you “baby”, “princess”,

plant parents

having a necklace of his initials

you being his world

[holidaywishes]

lilacs and ice cream

Requested: 👍

Summary/Request: Idk if your taking requests but, If you could (if your doing it) write something about Bo Bichette again please, preferably with a gn or fem reader. I’ve read everything that I can read about him that also applies with me.

Author's Note: Alright, @goodiesinthecloset21, I'm gonna do my best with this one. I want to add that I know absolutely nothing about baseball so any terminology is the work of a quick Google search or something I've heard in a movie. Anyway, I know that you sent your request like a million years ago so I hope after all this time, it gives you a bit of what you're looking for. I decided to do something softer this time, more fluff, since the last one was smut but let me know if that's not the way you wanted it to go and I can give it another shot. Thanks babe! Love ya, stay golden!

P.S. some of this is kinda giving “strained family relationship” which was unintentional, so I’m sorry about that. Hopefully, that doesn’t take away from the story.

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xx

Summer in Toronto was beautiful. You loved the way the flowers bloomed, the bright purples popping against the bright green grass; even on the smoggiest days. There was only ever one thing missing - someone to share it with. That is, until Bo came into your life. You had gone to the baseball game with your family begrudgingly, but the seats were good and you knew it was something that your dad had wanted for a long time

“I just want to be in that stadium,” he’d say at least twice a month for most of your life, “just once. To see a game and watch the Jays win”

It was nice to see him, and the rest of your family, so happy. You watched the game, intermittently laughing at your dad as he tried to start a wave that barely made it past your section, or when he spilled his popcorn after jumping up in excitement. You really started to get into it around the 3rd inning, the crowd was getting loud and rowdy and it started to rub off on you. By the time the game ended, you were beaming with excitement, so much so that you weren’t watching where you were going and you somehow walked right into a crowd of people.

“Oh my goodness I’m so sorry!” you laughed, “I guess that’ll teach me to watch where I’m going next time”

“That’s alright,” one voice said, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine. A bit embarrassed maybe,” you added before finally looking up to see who you’d bumped into. Speechless when you saw Bo Bichette smiling back at you, “but you know…” you continued, trying not to blush as you stared, “fine”

“Glad to hear it,” he said cheerfully before his teammates called him to the bus that was waiting for them, “don’t go running into anybody else now.” You watched for a second while he hopped on the bus, feeling a small tug on your arm from your mom pulling you towards your family

“(Y/N), come on, what are you doing?” she laughed

“Yeah, yeah,” you answered distractedly, “I’m coming.” Your mind wandered to that encounter all through your family meal and you weren’t sure you could ever forget it - or that you wanted to.

xx

It had been nearly a week since you bumped into Bo Bichette at the Jays game. Honestly, it kept you going during your boring serving shifts at the pub you worked at.

“I mean it was a fun story,” your co-worker, Brit, smirked as she leaned against the wall where you were cleaning a table, “but don’t you think you should be over it by now? I mean.. it was a chance encounter,” she teased, “we don’t live in a rom-com”

“I’m sorry,” you laughed in return, “but it’s one of the more exciting things that have happened in my life. And.. yeah, maybe I’ve been single for a little longer than I would like.” Brit gave you an almost pitiful look before the door was burst open by a loud crowd of men, laughing amongst themselves before stopping at the host stand to ask for a table; you could only watch for a moment as they were directed to your section before you were pulled away to run food. When you finally got to the table of boastful boys, you noticed who exactly they were

“Well, hello again,” Bo smiled as he greeted you, “I was hoping I'd see you again. Maybe get a name this time?”

“H-h-hi,” you stammered, as you looked at him until you realized you should probably be professional, “hi, I'm (Y/N),” you course-corrected, “I'll be your server today. How is everyone doing today?” It was an awkward segue but you didn't know what to do

“Hi, (Y/N), I'm Bo. Nice to meet you,” he said, introducing himself in return and it calmed you down enough for you to... not look like a complete moron when doing your job, “officially.” You felt a blush creep across your face as you continued to take everyone’s orders. When you finally left the table, you exhaled sharply while your co-workers giggled

“I can’t believe this,” you whispered to yourself, “this is insane”

“It’s gonna be fine,” your friend said with a smile, “think of it this way: you’re finally continuing your rom-com”

“Come on, Brit,” you replied, hanging your head, “this isn’t funny. I’m too flustered to give them… to be a good server”

“You’ll be great!” she continued, “just be your bubbly self. They’re just people, don’t think of them otherwise”

“Yeah, just people,” you repeated, “incredibly well-known, well-recognizable, wealthy people”

“You know you also have other tables…” one of your other co-workers, who had been listening to the entire conversation, interjected, forcing you to snap out of your pity party

“SHIT!” you said quietly, rushing out to check on your tables, refilling water glasses and clearing plates where needed, all the while keeping an eye on the players of the Toronto Blue Jays. At some point in the night, the host came to grab you

“(Y/N), they’re asking for you,” the host said, “I don’t think they’re upset but they don’t want to talk to anyone else. Not even the managers”

“How long ago did they ask?” you asked

“Like less than a minute” she answered

“And they’re not upset?”

“No.. I mean I don’t think so but maybe they’re pretending? Being ‘polite mad’?” You chuckled a bit before thanking her and heading back to them, greeting them happily, making sure everything was alright

“We just wanted to ask you a question” Bo smiled

“Bo wanted to ask you a question,” one of the others clarified, and your interest was suddenly peaked

“Ah, okay,” you returned, placing your hand on the back of Bo’s chair, “what’s the question?”

“What are you doing after your shift?” he asked

“It’ll be late,” you admitted with a chuckle, “so I’ll probably be going to bed”

“What time are you off?”

“I’m on a split tonight, so I’m here until at least 10pm” you replied

“Do you work tomorrow?” Bo continued, earning a shy smile from you

“Tomorrow’s my day off. I hardly ever work Sundays”

“Are you free around.. noon?”

“Sure,” you said, “for what?”

“There’s this path I love hiking, how do you feel about that?” you said that would be great, both of you smiling at each other, almost completely ignoring everyone at the table. It took you until you got into the kitchen that you realized you had just been asked out on a date - ‘I guess it has been a while’ you thought - and now you didn’t know how to act. Bo was the one who confirmed the date, leaving you with a blush that covered your whole face; you were sure it looked like you were having an allergic reaction but you hoped he wasn't embarrassed of you...

“I'll see you tomorrow” you managed to get out after what felt like an eternity

“Tomorrow,” he said with a smile, walking backward as he left the pub, keeping his eyes locked on you until one of his teammates turned him around so he didn't hurt himself by running into the door.

xx

You woke up the next morning and practically hopped out of bed, immediately texting Brit

“Did I dream Bo Bichette asking me out on a date?” you asked

“No,” she replied plainly, after about 10 minutes

“I'm going hiking with a professional athlete today?”

“Yes”

“WHAT DO I DO?!”

“First of all,” she started a string of texts, “it's 8 in the morning, calm down.” You chuckled at her text, knowing that she had probably bitterly rolled out of bed after hearing the chime of her phone, “second, what do you mean what do you do? You go on a date with Professional Baseball Player, Bo Bichette”

“Okay.. sure," you typed, “but what do I wear?”

“You're going on a hike. Don't wear jeans”

“Thank you for that”

“Always here to help”

“I should start getting ready...”

“Again, it's 8AM” she repeated

“And the date is at noon...”

“Yeah”

“You don't need four hours to get ready”

“I need to shower”

“20 minutes”

“I have to find an outfit”

“5 minutes, 10 max”

“I have to do my hair and make myself look presentable”

“We'll say 30 minutes to be safe”

“I have to eat something...” You were grasping now but what could you do, you were nervous

“Maybe he's planning on taking you somewhere after the hike?” she countered, "I don't think eating before a hike is recommended”

“BRIT!” you text-shouted, "I'm freaking out. I don't want to be freaking out but I am. I don't want to make a fool of myself. Or him...”

“Okay, okay, okay,” you could practically hear her sigh through the screen, "you're not going to make a fool of yourself or him. No one's gonna be made a fool today. But you don't need to worry so much. Wear a pair of shorts, the ones you really like, bring a bandana or something - to get your hair off your neck a bit but also to get rid of any sweat you don't want him to see - and make sure you wear sneakers. Don't wear boots or flip-flops. And sunscreen. Always wear sunscreen!” You thanked her quickly, jokingly saying that you were glad she was finally getting on board, and placed your phone back on its charger before hopping in the shower.

“Maybe Brit was wrong. Maybe this really was a mistake…” you grumbled to yourself as you fixed your outfit in the mirror, nearly jumping out of your skin when the doorbell rang. You tried to be as calm as you could, letting out a deep exhale before answering the door

“Hey!” Bo said with a wide smile

“Hi,” you said simply, any doubt you had was now replaced with butterflies in your stomach - being nervous was so basic but you couldn’t help it.

“I.. you ready?” He stammered. It made you feel better that he seemed a little out of his element as well

“Let me just grab a water bottle” you smiled, leaving the door open as you ran to the kitchen; a way of saying ‘you can come in, judge my apartment a little if you want,’ but you were maybe just a little too quick.

“Let’s get going then,” he remarked happily and the two of you were on your way. You weren’t sure what to expect with this hike but Bo using the word path led you to believe it wouldn’t be that bad - which would be ideal since the last time you properly went hiking would be at least 5 years ago. However, it turns out, you forgot to take into account that Bo Bichette was, in fact, Bo Bichette: Professional MLBer. In the middle of the hike, you leaned against a tree, claiming you needed the shade

“I forgot to put on sunscreen and I don't want to burn,” you falsely claimed, catching your breath as Bo leaned against the tree with you

“Sure,” he smirked, bringing out his water bottle to take a sip, “I mean I don't burn as easily but we can stay in the shade.” Once you had finally evened out your breathing, you took a sip of water and looked out at the path that you were about to continue walking

“It's beautiful out here,” you smiled, leading both of you back onto the path at a slower pace now, “I can tell why you like it so much”

“I almost brought you flowers, lilacs,” he gestured to the flowers on the path, “but I knew the path and I knew there would be lilacs here, so I decided against it”

“Aww,” you said, pouting slightly to hopefully show how cute you thought it was, “that's really sweet. I would've appreciated it either way but I'm glad I got to see this first”

“I chose right then?” he asked eagerly

“Yes,"”you smiled, “you chose right.” Bo kept your pace for the rest of the walk but you could tell it was not what he was used to and you felt a little silly not telling him you hadn't been hiking in so long. “I'm sorry that this wasn't a very.. exciting hike,” you laughed uncomfortably, “I haven't been on a trail of any kind in about 5 years. I used to do a lot more physical activity and then I guess I just kinda... stopped”

“That's okay,” he smiled in return as the trail came to an end, “it was nice to see it at this pace. Yes, I do typically go a bit faster,” he laughed to himself, “but I don't always take in the beauty of the actual walk. So, I guess I should thank you”

“You're very welcome,” you returned jokingly and he bowed to add to the humour. The two of you finally got to the car and you hesitated as to what was going to happen next

“Everything okay?” he asked, noticing your reluctance to open the door

“I just... had a really good time,” you admitted, “I'm wondering, I guess, what's next?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are we going somewhere else or should we end it here?” you said, “I mean, sorry,” you continued awkwardly, “I don't want to be presumptuous. I'm just flushed”

“What would you like to do?” he smirked

“Whatever you had planned” you admitted

“Then, I think we should go get some ice cream,” he offered, “I know a great place nearby.” You happily agreed before hopping into the passenger seat of the car. You felt butterflies the entire car ride to the ice cream shop and tried not to stare at him too often but would occasionally catch him looking back at you.

“Is Rocky Road your usual choice?” you asked, as you scooped a bit of your favourite into a spoon and bringing it to your mouth

“No,” he admitted, “I’ve never actually had it. I just wanted to try it”

“And…?” you giggled, “what do you think?”

“It’s okay,” he laughed, “I’ve had better but I’ve also had worse.” You smiled at his words and continued eating your own ice cream, taking in the pastel colours of the parlour at the same time, when you heard Bo giggle slightly; your attention immediately drawn back to him

“What?” you blushed

“You just have…” he began, gesturing to his mouth and it took you a minute to understand that you must have ice cream around your mouth.

“Oh,” you said in surprise, tinged with embarrassment, but his finger soon grazed your lip, wiping away the small mess there. “Thank you,” you whispered in this unbelievable rom-com moment, his finger lingering slightly before he cleared his throat and removed it

“My pleasure” he grinned. You wondered if there might be a kiss but let him take the lead - you didn’t want to set expectations. As he drove you home, you couldn’t help think how sweet this all was - the walk, the lilacs, the ice cream, the moment - but the one thought that kept sticking in your mind was: I really hope there's a second date. He walked you to the door to your apartment building, stopping short of entering the lobby, “I had a really nice time”

“I did too,” you returned, “thank you for… everything. It’s been one of the best dates I’ve had in the city”

“I’m glad,” he smiled, reminding you of your first meeting, “maybe we can do it again?” You felt giddiness take over you and you rushed to agree, hoping that did not throw him off. “Perfect,” he finally said after what felt like a long pause, “then I think the lake is open. It’s another physical activity, I know, but paddle boats are always fun. What do you say?” The smile that spread across your face felt like it might consume you and all you could do was nod your head in agreement, “I will pick you up tomorrow then, same time?”

“I’ll bring the sunscreen,” you joked, “I wouldn’t want to burn.” He smiled at you lightly before placing a small kiss to your cheek, a feeling you’d think about until the very moment he picked you up for each and every date.

[sportswriters]

swing for the fence - m. chapman

pairing: matt chapman x female!reader | f, a, s | co-workers to lovers | wc: 1,734 | note: 18+ so minors do not interact!! speaking of matt, i'm sad there's no content for him, so i'm here to start something :D hope you like it! - namu

i'ma throw it at you, boy better swing for the fence, oh boy my curves can be unusual to hit better swing for the fence, boy no coaching or no preparation, can get you ready the pressure's overwhelming, can you be real steady? (baseball, by leikeli47)

“help the giants clinch the playoffs, then we'll talk.”

that was your best answer so far to matt's flirting. since he moved to the team, you've been seeing each other a lot for business matters, that's how you got kind of close. you caught right away that he was a genuine guy — despite being talented and hot as hell —, so you couldn't help but giggle when his attempts started getting creative at the end of every meeting. 

“don't think we're gonna make it?” matt arched a brow.

“i think you need to make a lot of good runs. don't you think you're too busy to worry about me?”

“i'm sure when you get to know me better you'll know that i'm able to manage time and energy for everything that matters to me.”

silence. absolute silence. the staring contest was unbearable.

until someone called for you, taking both of your heads out of the gutter. the matter was not finished — a whole world of possibilities building up from there.

a few weeks later, the san francisco giants were one of the last teams to clinch the playoff spot. the crowd went wild, the staff hugged each other like they just won the world series. it was special, this feeling, it was unique.

the first date was at your favorite restaurant, located on the terrace of a building near your apartment. a small dance floor invited mostly couples to show off their teamwork. the smiles you were used to giving because of him turned into laughter, which made you want the evening to double in length. the second date was at a craft fair; matt was looking for new interests to make the most of his free time, so you helped him choose different materials to test which would be chosen — or prioritized. you accused him of luring you into a trap when you found yourself signing the list of participants for a pottery class. matt explained that, according to his research, it was an activity that would help you both get away from your work obligations for a while.

when you had the day off after another series, you went out for ice cream with the intention of returning home and chill for a bit. matt kissed you as soon as you crossed the threshold. you giggled and made an effort to break away from him, taking him by the hand to your bedroom. with all the lights off, you turned on only the yellow lamp next to the bed. the discreet light managed to highlight matt's hungry eyes on you. 

he could hardly focus on anything other than your body, especially your lips, which had already got him hooked since the second date. the way he kissed slowly and intensely, the way your tongues touched, the way his teeth gripped your lower lip made you light up. matt let out little sighs, showing himself to be just as affected as you.

“there's a matter i need to get rid of before we go on to what you've imagined," you said, trailing kisses down his jaw. your bodies were pressed together, his hand firmly on your hip allowing you to feel his cock slowly hardening. “i want to cum riding on your thigh. you have no idea how much i want that.”

matt turned his face away to look at you, his pupils dilated. he didn't even seem to be on this dimension. while you patiently fiddled with the buttons of his dress shirt, he took care of his own belt and pants, failing to hide his eagerness. 

“it's not that I'm nervous, it's just that i can't wait to feel you like this.”

you smiled, using one hand to pull down the straps of your dress while the other caressed his chest.

“it's okay to be nervous. it's a delight to know that you want this as much as i do.”

matt moaned softly, throwing his head back when you touched him over his underwear while running the tip of your tongue over his chest. he bit his lip, caressing your sides before removing your bra and panties. even though you held eye contact, you were still surprised when matt pushed you up — you only had to cross your legs around his hips. you squeezed his flexed biceps and pulled him in for another kiss.

matt sat back against the headboard, positioning you comfortably on his right thigh. the mere contact of your wetness with the man's warm skin drew a long moan from both of you. slowly, you began to move back and forth, your moans muffled by his lips. matt rested his open palms on your hips, not pressing down, just signaling that he would be there when you needed support.

your right hand moved down from his chest to press the bulge inside his pants. when matt threw his head back in a sigh, you took the opportunity to kiss his neck, tracing his pulse with your tongue. the excitement spreading between your bodies, the heightened sensitivity to the gentle, firm touch, the sounds of the bed, the deliciously uncontrolled shivers. some time later, when matt felt your movements slowing down due to apparent tiredness, his hands went up to your waist, holding on tightly, helping you to move more quickly on his flexed thigh.

“so good," you whined, seeking out his lips without interrupting the movement of your hand over him. “so close.”

matt grabbed the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, causing you to stare at him wide-eyed, completely lost in your own mind. “look at me. let me listen to you while you get there.”

you did your best to keep your eyes open, which proved more difficult than you imagined with that growing feeling in the pit of your belly. matt lowered his head to nibble one of your breasts, causing your movements to falter a little. you felt like a train without brakes, even though you knew the man beneath you would be right there to catch you. his firm fingers in your hair were showing you exactly that.

you moaned his name as you came. then, when you closed your eyes to enjoy the euphoria, he took the opportunity to press small kisses on your shoulder, waiting for you to come back. you couldn't decide if the delay in giving in to him had increased the intensity of that pleasure, or perhaps matt could have provided it many months before.

you both had the next morning free of work, so you spent a long time savoring each other. after recovering from a delicious orgasm on matt's thigh, you moved away just so he could lie almost flat on the bed, then got on all fours to suck him off while he struggled to keep himself sane inside your mouth as he caressed your ass that was upright. he pounded in you slowly, just like the way he kissed you when you first arrived. you could feel the climax building slowly, feeling like you had all the time in the world.

after showering, he ordered a nice takeaway, since you were both too tired to cook. then, you had sex on the kitchen table — him from behind, you leaning over the table, clutching the edge of the furniture as if it was the only thing keeping you from hallucinating. this time, matt ate you out like a starved man, then thrust into you, displaying an athlete's stamina that surprised you beyond belief.

at the end of that week, you started with the excuse that he had to concentrate on training. you couldn't risk your own job if someone thought he wasn't a hundred percent focused on the game because of you — even more so with the giants advancing so well in the playoffs. two weeks passed and that was enough for matt. he could feel your distance, he couldn't bear the feeling of going back to stage zero. he didn't understand what had changed, you gave him no reason.

but matt wasn't stupid. he wouldn't be the kind of person to walk into your office without considering the surroundings. so he decided to text you: "can i come and see you? give me any excuse to arrange a private meeting. please." so you did, after some thought, of course. you were aware that you couldn't run away forever, not when matt's job was to be damn fast. and passionate, passionate as hell.

“can i go straight to the point?” he said, the distress in his low voice. “i miss you, i don't know what happened to make you push me away like that. i thought i'd proved that you could trust me with this matter.”

“you're right, i'm sorry," you said. “the talk around the office is about the expiration date of your contract. i realized that i can't keep nurturing something that will disappear as soon as the season is over.”

matt looked stunned, to say the least.

“you're right, matt. i'm sorry i didn't warn you before.”

“y/n, people will talk about business, you know that. but real negotiations are private, and besides, my stats have been great for most of the season.”

you were trying so hard to show little or no emotion. why on earth were you talking to the man you like as if you were in a business meeting?

“i've seen it happen before. contract extensions aren't something directors usually do. it's temporary, we have to be realistic.”

matt got up from his chair and walked over to you. he took your hands so that you could stand up and come closer. the contact with the warmth of his skin after so long made you shiver. you tried to look away, but he placed his palm on your cheek and gently brought you back.

“i know you're trying not to be optimistic, so i'll do it for both of us. we don't know what's going to happen with the contract, but we do know that there's something real between us.”

“matt…” “i want you, i want what we have. i believe that's enough to make it work, no matter what happens in the future. i want you now, y/n. can you tell me that you're in this with me? can you tell me that you want me as much as i want you?”

[colemccassidy]

If you're a catcher and wear 55, you gotta pitch for the Jays

[jackhues]

Hi Naqia!

Hope your weekend is going great. Could I request a Bo imagine ?

Hopefully awaiting your answer🙂

Shar

ahh omgg hi shar !! idk why i didn't see this message until rn, but here you are!! i hope you like it <33

cold hands - bo bichette

gif not mine

you smiled to yourself as you and bo left the pizza store, waving goodbye to the employees.

considering it what was where you two met, you often went there together. by now, even the employees were interested in your love life.

you finally had a day off, and you and your boyfriend decided to spend the day trying to fit as many activities as you could. of course, the two of you usually just got so caught up in one thing, you never made it to the next activity planned.

"can we go to ripleys?" you ask bo as you guys made your way down the street. "i heard they added more touch pools!"

"whatever you want," bo smiled, reaching over to take your hand. immediately, he pulled away, brows creasing. he took your hand in both of his, blowing on them to try to warm them up.

"what are you doing?" you laughed. the two of you were stopped on the side of the street, the other pedestrians walking by you as if nothing was happening.

"your hands are colder than the time i lost a bet and had to stick my hand in the snow for five whole minutes," he said.

"why did you stick your hands in the snow for five minutes?" you asked, looking up at him to see if he was joking.

"because i lost a bet, i already told you," he answered matter-of-factly. he rummaged around his pockets, pulling out his gloves and slipping them on your hands. "there," he smiled, pleased with his work. "better?"

you smiled, "perfect."

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Can your write more about Jarren and his daughter Mila it can be either during the season or during spring training. Or whatever you want

anything ⚾︎ j. duran

a quiet morning with quieter conversations. aka another installment in the baby duran series! anon i hope this is what you were looking for

It’s quiet in your house, for once.

Jarren is at the kitchen island, you’re scanning over some reports before work, and Mila is in her rightful place, her carrier that’s strapped to Jarren’s chest.

You chew on the inside of your cheek, sparing a glance at your husband as he feeds Mila a strawberry chunk.

“When is she going to be too big for that carrier?” you ask, editing a typo as Jarren grins. 

“Never. Baby girl can stay in here as long as she wants,” he says, and you smile fondly, watching them for a minute longer before going back to your paperwork.

Mila seems to agree with her dad’s statement, babbling and pointing to the strawberries.

“Walk me through our day again?” you ask, stretching your arms out in front of you as Jarren hums in thought.

“You’re going to work in an hour. My parents are meeting me at the park to watch the game and Mila,” he rattles off, pausing in thought as Mila tries to lean out of the carrier for more food.

“When you get off, you’re coming home and I’m making dinner,” he adds, and you raise a brow. “My mom’s gonna help. She’s been dying to see you again.”

You rise from your chair, feeling like you and Jarren are too far apart even though you’re both in the kitchen. You come to stand behind him, winding your arms around his stomach and letting your cheek press into his back.

“You’re making me lunch and dinner?” you ask, voice gentle. One of his hands comes to rest over yours that are on his stomach, lacing your fingers together.

When Jarren was home, you were not to lift a finger. He’d make your lunch so you didn’t eat out when you were at work. He’d do diaper changes. He’d do laundry. You never asked him to, and you knew that you never had to. There were no limits to his acts of service. 

“Of course. My girl gets what she wants,” he says, and you laugh against his back. You can feel the vibrations of his voice when he speaks, and you let your eyes shut.

“Maybe I call off of work,” you muse, “say Mila got sick. Then I can watch you tonight.”

Jarren hums, dropping your hand so he can cut something up. You’re not sure what it is, but Mila seems entertained.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to,” he responds, and you frown slightly. You force your eyes open, moving to stand at Jarren’s side. He looks down at you, and you can’t help but smile when you see the adoring look on his face.

“I don’t feel like I have to,” you say, bringing a hand up to run your fingers through his curls, “I want to. Work will be here tomorrow. I don’t need to spend my day at a desk when I could be at Fenway.”

Jarren grins, leaning down to kiss your forehead. Mila gets sandwiched in between you two for a moment, and she shrieks in protest. You roll your eyes in faux annoyance, gently taking her out of the carrier.

“I love seeing you play. It’s like you’re a whole different person,” you say, leaning against Jarren as Mila curls into your hold. “I wish you could see it. It’s captivating.”

“Careful,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you, hands gently holding your face, “I think this is how Mila came along.”

You can’t help the laughter that bursts from your chest, and you pinch at his side as he puts his hands up in fake surrender.

“I’m just saying,” he grins, backing away from you as you offer Mila more strawberry, “we could always go for two.”

You tuck your tongue into your cheek as you smile, shaking your head as Jarren heads down the hallway to your room. You glance at Mila, who’s laser-focused on the fruit.

“What do you say, baby girl? Do you want a little sibling?”

Mila spits up a bite of strawberry, and you nod. “Got it.”

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robin's notes: dad jarren 💔 baby duran 💔 please request more i love them so bad taglist: @benarroz @maudesgf @chuppachuus

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

Spark Plug | Pairing: Jarren Duran x MLBPlayer!Reader

Author's note: nooooo Jarren don't kys you're sooo sexy!!

The team dinner’s at one of those sleek Boston spots—dim lighting, polished wine glasses, waiters who call everyone “sir” or “ma’am” no matter how many times you insist it’s just your last name and am ERA.

You’re tucked in a corner booth with Triston and Kutter, the pasta is actually good, and for a second you forget how weird it still feels to wear red.

Until you glance up and meet his eyes. Jarren Duran is seated across the room. Not directly across—worse. Diagonal. Just enough angle to make every unintentional glance feel choreographed by the universe.

You swear you’re not trying to look at him. But every time you check to see who’s laughing or who made that loud-ass clinking noise with their fork, it’s him. Every. Time.

And every time? He’s already looking.

Triston notices on glance three. By glance five, he’s nudging your knee under the table. By glance eight? He’s whispering: “If you stare any harder, you’re gonna set his hair on fire.”

You shoot him a glare and jab a forkful of penne in his direction. “I am not staring.”

Kutter raises a brow, sipping from his water like this is a soap opera and he’s on commercial break.

Triston leans in, grinning. “Look, I’m not judging. Duran’s hot. And weirdly good at Scrabble, which is hot in its own way. I’m just saying—you might as well talk to him instead of—”

You cut him off with a sharp, “Absolutely not.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t date baseball players,” you hiss.

Kutter snorts. “That’s a bold statement from someone in a room full of baseball players.”

“I meant teammates. Even former teammates are off-limits. I have a code.”

“Sure, sure,” Triston says. “Except your eyes haven’t signed the code.”

You kick him under the table. Not softly.

The dinner winds down. You’re laughing by the time dessert hits, the tension forgotten—or at least ignored. It’s nice to feel human again. Boston’s started to feel a little like home.

But then you get outside, and your car doesn’t start.

You try once. Twice. No ignition. Just a sad, sputtering click and the slow death wheeze of a battery that gave up the ghost mid-tiramisu.

“Great,” you mutter, head thunking against the steering wheel.

Triston’s already on the phone with AAA, leaning against the hood with the confidence of someone who’s never opened a glove compartment in his life.

“It’ll be like 40 minutes,” he says.

“I can Uber,” you offer.

“In this part of town?” Kutter replies. “Might as well wait for a horse-drawn carriage.”

That’s when the passenger-side window gets tapped. You look up. Of course. Jarren. Of course.

“Car trouble?” he asks, crouching slightly to see through the window. He’s got a hoodie pulled up, tattoos visible against tanned forearms. That one script down his left arm, the cluster of linework on the right. Art and edge. Cool confidence, casual as ever.

You roll the window down halfway. “Yeah. Battery’s shot, I think. AAA’s on the way.”

He shrugs, easy. “Mind if I take a look?”

You blink. “Wait—what?”

He grins. “I’m good with cars.”

Triston makes a hmmmmm noise behind you. You resist the urge to elbow him through the door.

“…Sure,” you say finally. “Knock yourself out.”

Jarren pops the hood like he owns the thing. Sleeves pushed past his elbows, tattoos catching the glow from the streetlight. There’s something stupidly attractive about someone who actually knows what they’re doing under the hood—who doesn’t guess, but moves with muscle memory and quiet confidence.

You hover awkwardly beside him, arms crossed.

“Didn’t take you for a grease monkey,” you say.

“Didn’t take you for the kind of girl who lets someone else call AAA,” he shoots back, smirking.

Your eyebrows rise. “I didn’t let anyone—”

“I’m joking,” he says, eyes on the cables. “Mostly.”

You fold your arms tighter. “You always this cocky when someone’s car dies?”

He glances up. “Only when they’ve been making eyes at me through a rigatoni fog for the last hour.”

Your mouth opens. Closes. Opens again.

“Triston told you, didn’t he?”

“Nope.” He tightens something. “Didn’t need him to.”

You groan. “I wasn’t—”

“Relax.” His tone is softer now. “I get it. You’ve got a whole don’t-date-teammates thing.”

You stare at him, eyes narrowing. “How do you—”

“I pay attention,” he says simply.

The engine hums as he gives the battery a little tap, and it coughs to life like magic. He looks genuinely proud.

You... kind of are too.

You run a hand through your hair. “So you’re a ballplayer and a car whisperer?”

Triston whistles behind you. “Okay, Duran.”

Jarren steps back, grinning. “Told you. I’m good.”

You’re quiet for a second, heat creeping up the back of your neck. You don’t do this. You don’t get flustered. Especially not over a teammate.

But still.

“…Thanks,” you say.

“No problem.” He wipes his hands on a rag he apparently keeps in his car. “You giving him a ride?”

You nod toward Triston. “Yeah. He left his car at the stadium.”

Jarren lifts a brow. “Nice. I drove myself, so I’m good.”

And then it happens—that second of silence where you can feel the weird tension. Where your mouth forgets how to form words and you’re halfway to asking him to come with you when Triston, angel of chaos, blesses you both.

“Cool, cool,” he says, yanking the passenger door open. “Then let’s go, Mom, I’m sleepy.”

You stifle a laugh and glance back at Jarren, who’s already stepping away, hoodie sleeves still rolled up, hand raised in a lazy wave.

And then—just before he turns—he winks.

Casual. Smooth. Completely illegal.

You climb in behind the wheel, heart a traitorous mess in your chest.

Triston slams the door and buckles up.

“So,” he says, deadpan. “When’s the wedding?”

You groan so loud the engine almost stalls again.

[bonjaevuztal]

Seeing the stars ! part. 2

Anthony Volpe x Fem reader!

summary: the idea of having an evening picnic in the backyard of your house seemed like a great idea, especially if it was to see the stars.

Warning(s): smut, +18, oral sex, dirty talk, blowjob, obscene words

Word count: 1.9k

note: here is the second part, sorry for the delay but here it is, sorry if it is too MUCH smut what you are going to read, i sometimes feel ashamed lmao but i hope you enjoy

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"I think someone needs help" you said laughing sarcastically and bit your lip slightly.

"Now you want your round with me?" he said, laughing.

"aham..." you said to him as you went down on your knees and bent down to his pants without warning him.

"wow wow" he said surprised and laughing.

As you leaned into his pants you leaned against his firm muscular thighs, you gave him little kisses on his boner while he was watching you attentive to what you were doing.

Then you went up until you were face to face with him, you pushed his shoulders a little so that he would sit properly. "Stretch your legs fully"

When he was fully seated with his legs stretched out, you moved to kiss him passionately, while you were kissing him you moved one hand along his chest and torso until you reached his boner which was completely hard.

He gasped as you started stroking him and moved his hips a little on your palm repeatedly, he wanted you to feel how hard he was since you had eaten your pussy, you moved your kisses down to his neck as he let out little moans, then you moved all the way down to his pants and gave kisses to his boner on top of his pants.

You wanted to tease him and so you stayed that way for a few minutes, you gave him kisses and lots of touches on his pants, Anthony was getting a little desperate, he wanted you to take out his cock and eat it as he likes so much when you do it.

"you're doing this on purpose? huh?" he said smirking

"A little" you laughed and gave him a little squeeze on his cock that made him grunt with his hoarse voice and throw his head back, you let it bother him and unbuttoned his pants finally.

The excitement got the better of you and you pulled down his pants along with his boxer and watched with your mouth half open as his cock came out hitting Anthony's abdomen, you threw his clothes aside and moved towards his hard cock, Anthony was very attentive to everything you were doing.

When your face was close to his cock you took it between your hands and gently stroked it, tracing each of his veins that stood out along his thick length and then gave it little licks.

Anthony let out soft moans as he felt your warm wet tongue on the length of his hard cock, you stopped licking and started pumping his cock.

"fuck" sighed Anthony pulling his head back as he felt your hands go up and down around his cock.

You gently stroked and squeezed his length feeling his veiny cock making your mouth water, you weren't waiting for the moment to take his whole cock in your mouth.

Without warning him, you took his cock into your mouth and let out soft moans vibrating around his shaft as you felt his body tense a little. You moved up and down gently trying to get used to the size of his cock, sucking and licking as you moved further down.

With one hand you held his hard cock and with the other you went down to his balls to caress them gently, when you did that Anthony let out a moan, he didn't expect you to give him attention there but that turned him on even more than he already was.

“Hmm... shit." you said and then pulled away and spit on his cock, stroking it with both hands going up and down.

While your hands worked on his length you took the opportunity to suck the tip of his cock, you played with your tongue around the tip, you loved giving him attention there because you knew it was his weak spot, you could feel in your hands and in your mouth how weak Anthony was getting, his breathing was getting more and more agitated and you felt how he wanted to move his hips.

"fuck baby, you want me… to cum just by… sucking my tip?" he said with difficulty as he watched you giving multiple sucks and licks to his swollen head.

You shook your head saying no while making eye contact with him as you sucked on his tip where precum was coming out.

"don't look at me like that" Anthony said with a slight smile. "you make me harder and make me want to fuck your mouth hard" he bit his lip and caressed your hair as you continued to make eye contact.

At this point you couldn't take any more, you had been turned on by what he had said, you wanted him to fuck your mouth, so you settled down nicely on your knees, lowering your body and raising your ass and then suddenly reaching down and taking his whole cock in your mouth.

"Oh shit!" said Anthony without waiting for what you did, he took your hair between his fingers so it wouldn't get in the way while you sucked his cock.

You pushed up and down, you didn't know how you were getting it all in but you were doing it and you liked it, also he was loving what you were doing too.

You let out moans as you sucked all of his cock, he also let out moans as he was attentive every time his cock came in and out of your mouth, you were driving him crazy with every blowjob you gave him.

You started going up and down faster and faster with your hands full of saliva and his pre-cum from all those sucking, his cock was completely soaked but that didn't matter to him and you.

You were enjoying the moment, you kept going up and down faster until the tip of his cock hit your throat, which made you gag and brought tears to your eyes but you loved the feeling of gagging on his big cock.

You pulled away from him to get some air, from your mouth was dripping saliva and his pre-cum, you licked your lips and put his cock back in your mouth, you kept on with your non-stop licking, Anthony's cock was again soaked with your saliva mixed with his pre-cum that was dripping from his tip to his balls.

"Do you like... what I do to you baby?" you said making eye contact with him as you pulled his cock in and out of your mouth.

"i love it babe" he said huskily stroking your cheek. "i love how you eat my hard cock" he said taking his hand off from your cheek to spank your ass which was raised and uncovered by how bent over your knees you were.

You moaned on his cock as you felt the spanking he gave you on your ass, it made you tremble and even raised your ass a little more, Anthony saw that he gave you another spanking.

"Do you like it when I spank your ass while you suck my cock?" he said as he rubbed your ass and gave you another spanking.

"y-yes" you said softly as you kept going up and down, at that you felt another spank on your ass that made you squeal from how hard his big hand slammed into it.

He stopped spanking you and you pulled his cock out, you watched as a trickle of saliva connected from the tip of his cock to your swollen lips.

"You're ready for what I'm going to do now" you said with a naughty laugh, you licked his length one last time from his base and moved down towards his wet balls.

"oh... fuck" He moaned in pleasure as he watched you go down and suck his balls while his hard cock rests on your face. "oh... yeah... suck me so good" He said with his eyes close of how you sucked his balls.

You kept sucking and tasting his balls leaving them full of your saliva, it was the first time you did this and you liked it, feeling his soft balls loaded with cum on your mouth, you kept sucking and licking when with one of your hands you took his cock again to pump him.

You pulled his balls out of your mouth and kept pumping his cock in your hands. "So cute my pretty girl” Anthony said giving you a smile and leaning over to you to give you a kiss on the lips.

"I love you" you said to him after the kiss and moved down to his cock that you were pumping and took him back into your mouth making eye contact with him, you moved up and down to the middle of his cock, giving him licks and running your tongue up and down his length.

"and I love your thick cock" you said smiling and watching him as you pulled his cock out of your mouth, giving him sound kisses on the tip.

You took his cock in your mouth, you let out little sounds each time his cock came out and went in, you looked at him giving him a smile as the noises coming out of you sucking his cock got louder and louder.

"You look so sexy sucking and making such scandalous noises" said anthony stroking your head, then he helped your head to swallow more of his cock but without being rough. "that's right baby, feel that hard cock in your mouth."

You moved your head faster, taking his whole cock in your mouth making you gag from the hardness of his tip hitting your throat, he enjoyed the gagging sounds coming out of your mouth.

"oh yeah, oh yeah... fuck baby" Anthony said throwing his head back and closing his eyes, saliva was starting to drip off your chin as he continues to choke you with his cock, you had never deepthroated his cock like that to the point of choking you many times, you were surprised how much your throat was taking for a first time but that at the same time turned you on.

You pulled his cock out as you wiped your lips full of saliva and some of the cum that escaped from Anthony's cock.

"i need u baby" you said in an overheated voice. "i want you to fuck me"

Anthony without hesitation changed the position of both of you, he put you in doggy style and he positioned himself behind you, pulling your short dress up to your back and then grabbing and caressing your hips.

Then he put his cock at your wet entrance and penetrated you, he started with gentle thrusts and then increased the pace.

You let out little moans as you felt his cock go in and out of you, the rhythm of his hips were taking you to another level, you wanted more and more.

You began to move your ass backwards to the rhythm of Anthony's thrusts to help him come in faster, with each thrust you felt Anthony's grip on your hips get tighter and you could hear him gasp.

Suddenly, you felt a hard spank that made you shudder and tighten around his cock, drawing a grunt from Anthony, you felt like you were going to cum at any moment.

"damn baby, I'm going to cum" when Anthony heard that he started to give you fast and deep thrusts until he finally touched your g-spot which made you cum right along with him immediately.

"shit..." let out Anthony gasping as he caressed your ass and came out of you.

You too were gasping and trying to catch your breath after all the emotions you had a few moments ago. You turned your head to give him a look and smiled as you saw him sweaty and a little flushed.

He took some napkins that you had brought for when you ate, he helped you clean and fix your dress and then he did the same with him, putting on his boxers and pants.

"what a night...and to think this was just a little romantic picnic" he said laughing as he moved closer to you to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

"I know but with you... i never know what might happen next" you looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"that's true but today I enjoyed it to the fullest, I hope it happens again" you both laughed and lay down again to watch the stars for a while longer.

[xmoonlitxdreamx]

wasnt kabu a old ass man when leon was in the gym challenge #Noticing

I hc that kabu & leon didnt meet until some time after leon became champion (like a few years?) since kabu was in the minor league at that time. I also hc leon as 18 when he became champion, idk.

My main timeline (like during the plot of swsh) age hcs are 28 for leon & raihan, and 42 for kabu.

[bluephoenixgirl]

Brother’s Best Friend

Adley Rutschman x Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Fluff, Angst, Mention Of Cheating, Make Out Session, And Possible Grammar Errors. (Sorry If I Forgot Any!!)

Part One: Best Friend’s Sister

Summary: After baseball season is over Adley decides to visit not just Gunnar but Y/N in Alabama. Y/N and Adley go out on their first date and everything goes well until they run into Y/N’s cheating ex. When Adley finds out Y/N is still talking to her ex he can’t help but feel worried that Y/N isn’t completely done with her ex.

Word Count: 1,595

Author’s Note: This one shot is a direct sequel to Best Friend’s Sister so I definitely suggest you all read that one shot first before reading this one! I actually wasn’t planning on writing a sequel but the idea just randomly came to me! Anyways I hope you all enjoy!!

Y/N was at work sitting at her desk. She was typing on the keyboard till her phone lit up. Y/N quickly picked up her phone. She smiled when she saw the text was from Adley.

It’s been two weeks since Y/N met Adley for the first time. Once she got home to Alabama her and Adley had been texting each other almost constantly.

“Someone looks happy on this early Monday morning.” She heard someone say. When Y/N looked up from her phone she saw her friend/co-worker Layla. Layla’s lips were curved up into a smirk when she noticed that Y/N was texting someone. “Are you texting that baseball boy again?” Layla asked her. “Maybe.” Y/N answered with a shrug putting her phone down onto her desk.

“Are you falling for him?” Layla asked her in a curious tone. “No.” Y/N answered with an obvious lie. “You are a terrible liar.” Layla told her which made Y/N let out a sigh. “Adley is just so sweet.” Y/N told her. “Does Gunnar know that his sister is crushing on his best friend?” Layla asked her in a curious tone. “I haven’t told him but I’m sure he knows.” Y/N answered with another sigh. Gunnar can always read Y/N like a book.

Y/N’s phone started to ring but when she read the caller ID she let out a groan of frustration. “What’s wrong?” Layla asked her. “I’ve told Kent a thousand times to stop calling me when I’m at work.” Y/N said with frustration in her voice as she declined the call. “Are you two talking again?” Layla asked confused on why he was calling her. “Yes-” Y/N started but before she could say another word Layla immediately cut her off. “What the fuck! Did you forget what that fuck boy did?” Layla said with anger in her voice. “We are talking because he wants to know when he can come and pick up his stuff from my place.” Y/N told her. Layla quickly felt guilty but ask relief. “Oh, sorry.” Layla said with an embarrassed smile. “I shouldn’t of jumped to conclusions.” Layla added. “It’s okay. You’re the only one that knows.” Y/N told her in reassurance.

“Once he gets his shit out of my house, that fucker is out of my life.” Y/N added which made Layla let out a laugh. “That’s my girl.” Layla said with a wink.

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Baseball season was officially over and Y/N was bummed since she wasn’t able to go visit Adley in Maryland. She couldn’t get out of work.

It was the beginning of November. It was a beautiful Saturday morning. Y/N was in her kitchen fixing her self some tea. She was going to sit outside on the porch and read a book since it’s such a nice day. After she finished pouring the tea into the mug she heard a knock on her front door. Y/N put the kettle back down onto the stove and walked out of the kitchen. She walked to the front door and opened the door to a surprise.

“Adley!” Y/N said in a surprised tone. Before Adley could say anything Y/N gave him a hug. “Damn, I thought I missed you more.” Adley said returning the hug. Y/N playfully rolled her eyes as she let him go. “Get in here.” Y/N told him. “Yes, Ma’am.” Adley said and walking inside the house.

“Are you in town visiting Gunnar?” Y/N asked him in a curious tone. “Yes but their was another reason.” Adley told her. “What was the other reason?” Y/N asked as her heart rate started to speed up. “I wanted to see you.” Adley told her with a smile. Y/N’s cheeks turned a light pink. “How long are you here for?” Y/N asked trying to hide her excitement about him being here with her but she knew she wasn’t doing a good job. “Two weeks.” Adley answered her.

“Gunnar told me about this new restaurant and I was wondering if you would like to go there with me tomorrow night.” Adley said to her. “Adley Rutschman, are you asking me out on a date?” Y/N asked him in a flustered tone. Adley’s cheeks turned a bright red. “Yes.” Adley answered. “You got yourself a deal.” Y/N told him with a smile. “I’ll pick you up a seven.” Adley told her. “Sounds good to me.” Y/N told him. Adley gave her a kiss onto her cheek which took her by surprise. “See you tomorrow.” Adley told her and walked out the front door. Y/N watched him walk to his car. Once Adley was in his car Y/N shut the door.

The butterflies in her stomach were still going crazy. A boy has never ever swept Y/N off her feet but Adley just did it. She can’t help but feel like she’s in high school again.

“Shit!” Y/N said breaking out of her daydream. “I need to find something to wear.” Y/N said and quickly ran to her bedroom.

Reading her book and drinking tea in the porch were now in the rearview mirror.

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Y/N and Adley just got done with dinner. When the bill came Adley immediately grabbed it. Y/N told him that she had no problem paying for herself but Adley insisted.

They just walked out of the restaurant. Before they could walk off the sidewalk a voice called out Y/N’s name. Y/N felt her heart drop when saw Kent walking up to them. “Who is that?” Adley asked her. “Kent, my ex boyfriend.” Y/N answered with a sigh.

“Hey.” Kent said with a smile. “Who’s this guy.” Kent asked referring to Adley. “I’m Adley, her date.” Adley answered wrapping an arm around Y/N’s torso. “What do you want Kent?” Y/N asked him. “I just wanted to tell you that I was going to stop by your place sometime this week.” Kent told her. “Wait, what?” Adley said letting go of Y/N. “Adley, can you go wait in the car.” Y/N asked as she looked up at him. “W-” Adley started but Y/N immediately cut him off. “Please!” Y/N said in a stern tone. Adley let out a sigh and walked away to the car.

Adley was confused on why the guy that cheated on Y/N with her best friend is coming over to her house.

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It was Monday night and all Y/N could think about was how she left things with Adley last night. After she talked to Kent things felt awkward between her and Adley. Everything was going great till Kent showed up.

Y/N was sitting in her living room watching TV till she heard a knock on her door. When she got up to answer the door she was hoping it was Adley but when she opened the door in was Gunnar. “Damn it! I thought you were Adley.” Y/N said with a sigh. “Hello to you, too.” Gunnar said and walked into the house. Y/N rolled her eyes as she closed the door.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asked walking into the living room with Gunnar. “I want to know why you and Kent are still talking?” Gunnar said to her. Of course Adley told Gunnar about that. “Gunnar I swear it’s nothing. He’s only stopping by to pick up his shit that I’ve been wanting him to do for months now.” Y/N told him with a mixture of annoyance and frustration in her voice as she plopped down onto her couch. “I figure that’s what it was about.” Gunnar said sitting down next to her.

“What does Adley think?” Y/N asked looking down at her hands that were resting on her lap. “A lot of things.” Gunnar told her with a sigh. “I think you should tell Adley what you just told me.” Gunnar told her. “I know, I’ll tell him.” Y/N told him with a nod and looked over at him.

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Adley just got done taking a shower and was in the guest room at Gunnar’s place. Right after he put his dirty clothes into his suitcase their was a knock on the door. “Come in.” Adley called out. He heard the door open and close. “Adley.” He heard a soft voice say.

When he turned around he saw Y/N standing there. “Hey.” Adley said. “About the other night. I swear there is nothing going on with Kent and I.” Y/N told him walking closer to him. “Once he finally gets his junk out of my house he is out of my life.” Y/N told him. “That’s good to hear.” Adley said as his lips turned up into a smile.

“I really like you.” Y/N told him taking one of his hands into hers. “I really like you, too.” Adley told her locking eyes with her.

Y/N leaned up and connected her lips with his lips. Adley immediately kissed her back. Both Y/N and Adley have been day dreaming about this moment for a long time. It didn’t take long for the innocent kiss to turn into a heavy make out session. Y/N let go of Adley’s hand and ran both of her hands through Adley’s damp brunette hair. Adley’s hands landed on Y/N’s hips.

They quickly broke apart when they heard banging on the door. “You two better not be doing any funny business in there.” They heard Gunnar say on the other side of the door. “Even as grown ups he won’t stop eavesdropping on me!” Y/N said with nothing but annoyance in her voice. “I heard that.” They heard Gunnar say. Y/N let out a frustrated groan while Adley couldn’t help but laugh.

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dating fernando tatis jr includes.

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best friends to lovers

always supporting one another

fernando calling you baby/princess/mi amor

loves to show you off

your his #1 supporter

you're always at his games (home games)

facetime calls when he’s away

postgame sex - makeup sex

wearing his jersey and only his jersey

having a “23” chain

matching hoodies

stealing his clothes when he’s away

fernando loves to see you in his clothes

teaching you all about baseball

talking about baseball for hours

neck kisses

huge on pda

you have his back, and he has yours

vacations in the off-season

cooking together

buying a dog together

and naming it “tatis jr”

loving each other forever