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hear me out toxic jarren 😛

i’m hearing you anon!!! that sounds soooo yummy.

it’s in the way jarren doesn’t just kiss you, he claims you—hands gripping your waist like he’s scared you’ll slip away, tongue sliding against yours until you’re dizzy. he mutters against your lips that you’re his, always his, voice low and almost desperate, like he needs you to feel it as much as hear it. when you try to pull back, to catch your breath, he follows, chasing your mouth, groaning when you give in. he doesn’t like when other people look at you, doesn’t like when you smile too brightly at anyone else, and he tells you so, breath hot at your ear—“you don’t even know what you do to me, do you?” his jealousy burns, but it’s tangled up with devotion, with this fierce need to keep you, hold you, own you. it’s messy, it’s a little toxic, but God, it’s intoxicating—because under all of it, you know he’d do anything to keep you by his side.

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Thinking about little bits of your morning before game day with Jarren 🩷

this is cute!!!

thinking about little bits of your morning before game day with jarren — the weight of his arm draped heavy over your waist, keeping you tucked against him long after the alarm goes off. the way his voice sounds raspy when he mumbles that he doesn’t want to get up yet, pressing lazy kisses along your shoulder. how he steals sips of your coffee while leaning against the counter shirtless, grinning when you catch him. the soft promise he whispers before he leaves—“see you after, can’t wait to come home to you”—and the way his hand lingers on yours like he’s already missing you.

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Thinking of jarren proposing

oooooo i feel like jarren has played the field, so once he finally decides to propose to him it’s a really big deal.

thinking of jarren duran proposing — how he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before he even speaks, his thumb brushing over your hand like he’s grounding himself. how his voice is quiet but steady, every word filled with love as he tells you there’s no one else he wants forever with. how his smile trembles when you start to cry, relief flooding his whole face when you whisper yes. how he kisses the top of your hand before sliding the ring on, holding you against his chest like he never wants to let go.

[kenluvsu]

i hope he knows that i am so incredibly down.

Hey !

[kenluvsu]

thinking of telling jarren your pregnant when he comes back from a roadie

ANON. i’ve been thinking about this all night since i saw this in my inbox. i love it!!! tysm for sending this to me<333

he drops his bag by the door, tired from the road, cleats still dusty, glove tucked under one arm. you hear the quiet click of the front door behind him and your heart flips. he’s humming softly, shaking out his shoulders, when he looks up—and freezes.

“hey,” you whisper, hands fiddling with the hem of your shirt. he smiles, eyes crinkling, tired but bright, and you feel every ounce of love and longing hitting you all at once.

“hey…you,” he says, voice rough from travel and sleep deprivation, but it’s soft, tender, like he’s just arrived home after a long journey and the world has narrowed to you.

you take a deep breath, feeling your chest flutter, your stomach full of butterflies and hope. “i…uh…i’m pregnant,” you mumble, voice shaking a little, and suddenly the air feels electric, warm, and heavy with something beautiful.

his glove drops to the floor. his jaw goes slack, and then his hands are on your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks, eyes wide like he’s seeing you—and your news—for the first time.

“we’re…really gonna be a family?” he whispers, voice trembling. and it’s quiet, and intimate, and holy hell, it makes your knees weak.

you nod, tears pricking, heart racing. “yeah. ours.”

he swallows, chuckling softly, then presses his forehead to yours. “i can’t…i can’t believe it. we’re gonna have a baby,” he breathes, and you feel every pulse of awe, every shiver of joy, every second stretching into forever.

and then he kisses you, slow and trembling, like he’s memorizing this moment, your warmth, the soft curve of your jaw—and for a second, the whole world stops, just you and him, and a tiny new life beginning inside you.

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omg your Jarren oneshot had me kicking and giggling my feet 😭 anyways… I was thinking how about jarren being clingy with his s/o to the point where she can’t get out of bed because of how clingy he is :p

thank you anon! i tried my hardest on that oneshot!!! i can definitely see jarren doing that, he probably gives the best hugs😵‍💫😵‍💫

you try to push yourself up, blinking at the sunlight spilling through the blinds. "okay, okay, i'm getting up," you murmur.

"nope," jarren growls softly, tugging you back into his chest before you can even move. his arms wrap around your waist like iron, and suddenly getting out of bed feels impossible.

"jarren!" you laugh, wiggling, but he buries his face in your neck, teeth grazing lightly against your skin as he hums.

“stay," he whispers, voice low and rough in a way that makes your stomach flip.

you sigh, letting your hands press against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart. his fingers curl over yours, strong and possessive, thumbs brushing along your knuckles.

he tightens his hold, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "nah. you're not going anywhere. my arms, my bed, my person. got it?"

you shiver, caught between giggles and heat, and give up. he nuzzles closer, chest pressing against yours, murmuring little promises you can't resist. being stuck in his arms suddenly feels like exactly where you're meant to be, and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

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I will do a flip if u do a thinking about for Ben Rice 🤗🤗 only if u want too obviously 😁

get ready to do that flip honey! i love ben, sm!!! thank you for the request<333

thinking about a study date with ben rice.

thinking about how ben rice leans over your notebook, fingers brushing yours deliberately, his smirk daring you to notice.

thinking about how he whispers the answers close to your ear, letting his warmth make your focus slip as he murmurs, “you’re looking at me too much.”

thinking about how he nudges his shoulder against yours when you reach for the same pencil, hand sliding along yours like he owns the space.

thinking about how he stretches an arm around your chair, pulling you close so your thigh presses against his, voice low and teasing: “don’t even think about leaning away.”

thinking about how he leans back just to watch you bite your lip when he flicks a stray page your way, eyes sparkling like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

thinking about how he traces the rim of your notebook with his finger, then your hand, leaning in close to whisper, “you belong over here with me, not these notes.”

thinking about how every laugh, every touch, every glance feels like a claim, and you can’t stop yourself from leaning in too, because he makes it impossible not to.

in honor of back to school szn!!!

ty for the idea @flahergun

[kenluvsu]

𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲🤝𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐬

my four yankee musketeers as satc girls, or which girl would they most relate to♡

a/n: sex and the city is one my favourite shows of all time! also a staple to anyone who's obsessed with nyc! to anyone who hasn't seen it i really really reccomend and hope you enjoy this little blurb or whatever i should call it. thank you, my dear Milan for help🫶

aaron judge - miranda hobbes

♤ so starting with our captain if think he would relate to Miranda the most! Aaron like Miranda is New Yorker by choice, not by birth. they both love the city and fit in so well.

♤ hard working and disciplined people. Aaron never gives up on the baseball diamond and Miranda in the court

♤ rocks for people in their lives

♤ but what comes with is struggle with recognizing their emotions. (well im saying that Aaron is completely clueless when it comes to his feelings, but i think he'd definitely tries to hide them) they rarely allow themselves a good cry and always want to handle things by themselves, always being strong for everybody else

♤ they both married a person who was their friend and have one kid!

♤ bonus points - Miranda is obsessed with the yankees and very passionate about them, also enjoys Knicks basketball

anthony volpe - charlotte york!

❀ Anthony's choice is obviously Charlotte York because c'mon

❀ both New York born and raised

❀ upper east side princesses (yes anthony is my princess)

❀ dogs lovers! Anthony has his fluffy Jedi and Charlotte her lovely charles spaniel

❀ eternal optimists and rays of sunshine

❀ care deeply for their loved ones

❀ family oriented. while Anthony is still young i imagine him wanting his own family with house which has a backyard and a garden for kids and the dogs to play innn (his a homebody and a softie he once said his fav place to vacay is home)

❀ i think Anthony would like Charlotte the best bc i see him with a woman like her, feminine yet with her own hobbies, passions and career, dog mom, intelligent and cheerful

jazz chisholm jr - carrie bradshaw

✿ fashion killas!!

✿ addicted to shoes (have you seen jazz' closet? omg)

✿ both need a person who can be their friend not only a lover and gives them their space

✿ creative minds

✿ a bit self centered, but always show up for loved ones and support them

✿ complex human beings, often misunderstood and criticized

✿ funny! and not afraid to share their thoughts and opinions

✿ coolest people on the block

✿ treat friends as family

giancarlo stanton - samantha jones

➷ oldest of the four, just like Samantha

➷ been around and seen a lot and knows his gameee

➷ feels confident n good in his skin, works a lot on his body and is proud of it

➷ he's not afraid to take what he wants

➷ high sex drive

➷ had more sex in his life than actual fully committed, love filled relationships, but when he finds this one person he's gone

➷ protective and loyal to the core

➷ just like Aaron he prefers to keep things to himself and has trouble asking for help, as he has this solid, strong aura of "i got everything together"

➷ but when he finally opens up, he has people to count on as he chooses his inner circle carefully

hope you guys enjoyed! i had so much fun with it, please lmk your thoughts in the comments!

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PLEASE SEND ME JARREN DURAN ASKS I WILL WRITE ANYTHING

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thinking about playing with juan soto’s curls while he sits between your legs on the couch, letting you rake your fingers through them while he hums, eyes half-lidded and lazy after a long day.

thinking about playing with juan soto’s curls and watching his lips part just slightly when you twist one around your finger, how he tilts his head like he’s asking you for more without saying a word.

thinking about playing with juan soto’s curls until he leans back into you, his cheek brushing your thigh, and you tug just hard enough to make him groan—low, deep, and warm—like you’ve touched something only you’re allowed to touch.

thinking about playing with juan soto’s curls and feeling his hands slide up your calves while you pull a little harder, the weight of his gaze hitting you when he finally looks up, smirking like he knows exactly what you’re doing to him.

thinking about playing with juan soto’s curls until you can’t tell if he’s the one melting into you or you’re the one falling into him.

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pov: you’re dating aaron judge😛😛

[kenluvsu]

melting 𝜗𝜚 j. duran

ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇꜱ!

your first date with jarren duran.ᐟ

dedicated to THE jarren duran girl @jarrensweb

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you’d known jarren duran for almost a year, but never like this.

he was your brother’s teammate, the guy who always lingered a little longer in the kitchen when you came by after games, who asked you how work was going even when everyone else had moved on to talking baseball. he wasn’t flashy about it—just steady, quietly attentive, with a grin that made it hard to focus on anything else.

over time, the crush snuck up on you. you’d never admit it to your brother, but jarren’s texts started to be the highlight of your week. nothing over the top—just little things like “saw this and thought of you” with a random tiktok, or “have you tried that taco truck on elm?”

then, a week ago, he’d walked you out to your car after a game and just… stopped. hands in his pockets, eyes on the ground like he was thinking it over.

“hey, uh… i know this is kinda random,” he said, finally meeting your eyes, “but there’s a drive-in showing grease next friday. and i know you haven’t seen it. so… wanna go? with me?”

you’d smiled, teasing, “is this a pity invite so i can finally join the cultural conversation?”

“nah,” he said, grinning in that shy way that made your stomach flutter. “it’s just… i wanna go. with you.”

now, here you were, parked in his truck at the drive-in, the sky turning lavender and gold as the sun slipped away. he’d insisted on getting the snacks himself, jogging back to the truck with popcorn, candy, and sodas balanced in his arms.

“okay,” he said, handing you the drink, “before we start, ground rules. you’re not allowed to judge the singing. and you have to let me explain the weird parts.”

“define ‘weird,’” you said, unwrapping a piece of licorice.

“you’ll know it when you see it.”

the opening credits rolled. you leaned back against the seat, feeling the warmth of his arm stretched behind you on the seatback. the summer air carried the faint scent of buttered popcorn from other cars. the movie’s first song filled the lot, scratchy through the speakers but charming.

every so often, you caught him watching you instead of the screen. when you called him on it, he just shrugged. “you’ve never seen it before. i wanna see what you think.”

you whispered questions during the sillier scenes—“why are they dancing on the bleachers?”—and he leaned in close to answer, his breath brushing your cheek. each time, you felt a tiny jolt run through you.

by halfway through, sandy was transforming on screen, and you’d somehow ended up sharing the same blanket. your knees pressed together under it, his thumb brushing absently against your arm every so often.

when you joked, “i think danny’s cuter in the sweater,” he gave you a slow, amused smile. “good to know. guess i should wear more sweaters.”

“guess so,” you said, trying to keep your voice light, though your pulse was racing.

he glanced at you then, something unreadable in his eyes. “you know… i’ve liked you for a while,” he said, almost too soft for the words to carry.

you froze for a second before smiling. “funny. i’ve liked you too.”

for a moment, neither of you moved—just sat there, letting it sink in. then he leaned in, slow enough that you could feel the anticipation building.

the first kiss was tentative, barely a brush, like he was testing the waters. your hand found the back of his neck without thinking, pulling him closer. he kissed you again, deeper this time, but still gentle, careful—like he’d been waiting a long time for this and didn’t want to rush it.

his hand came up to cradle your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek as the movie played on in the background. you could feel the tension humming between you, not frantic but steady, charged with the knowledge that both of you wanted this.

when you finally pulled back, breathless, he grinned against your lips. “told you grease was a good choice.”

you laughed, brushing your nose against his. “not sure if i’m watching the movie.”

“good,” he murmured, and kissed you again—slower this time, sweeter, like he was memorizing the feel of you under the glow of the screen.

you didn’t even get a chance to settle back before he kissed you again.

it started soft—just the faintest press of his lips, like he couldn’t help himself—but then his hand slid into your hair, fingers threading gently, and the kiss deepened. slow, warm, unhurried.

you let out a small sigh against his mouth and felt his thumb stroke your cheek again, almost reverently. he pulled back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting against yours, breath a little uneven.

“you’re even prettier up close,” he murmured, almost to himself.

you laughed softly, trying to hide the way your chest fluttered, but his other hand came to rest at your hip under the blanket, thumb rubbing a lazy circle there like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

the screen flickered in the corner of your vision—bright scenes of sandy and danny—but your focus stayed entirely on the boy in front of you.

“what?” you asked when he kept looking at you instead of kissing you again.

he shook his head slightly, grinning. “just… i can’t believe i finally get to do this.”

your breath caught at the way he said it—like it was something he’d been holding back for months.

“then don’t stop,” you whispered.

he didn’t.

his mouth found yours again, lingering, tilting his head to fit you better. the kiss wasn’t rushed—no frantic grabbing—but there was heat in the way his lips moved against yours, the way his hand tightened slightly at your hip, pulling you a little closer.

you curled your fingers into the fabric of his t-shirt, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your palm. every so often, he’d break the kiss just to press his lips to the corner of your mouth, or the curve of your jaw, murmuring something you couldn’t quite make out—little pieces of “so sweet” and “been wanting this forever.”

eventually, you found yourself half-leaning against him, his arm fully around you under the blanket, the both of you kissing like there was no one else in the lot.

when you finally pulled back, just enough to breathe, his smile was boyish and warm.

“so,” he said softly, brushing his thumb along your lower lip, “wanna skip the ending? we could just… sit here.”

you laughed, resting your forehead against his. “and do what?”

he grinned, already leaning back in. “you already know.”

and then his lips were on yours again—slow and sweet and sure—while grease rolled on, completely forgotten.

“i think this might be my favorite movie now,” you murmured, half teasing.

“oh yeah?” he smiled down at you.

“mm-hm. but only because of the company.”

his grin softened into something almost shy. “good. because i’m not just a one-movie kinda guy.”

you tilted your head, curious. “oh? what kind are you?”

“the kind who’s hoping for… sequel after sequel,” he said, pressing a quick, sweet kiss to your temple. “as long as you’re in ‘em.”

you laughed, leaning into his chest. “guess you’re stuck with me then.”

“perfect,” he whispered, holding you a little tighter.

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ᴋᴇɴ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ—ᵎᵎ ✦

you guys voted and asked for more jarren, and i’ve delivered!!

sorry this took so long i’ve been busy with life and wattpad, but i’m glad you guys are enjoying what i’ve been writing!

my inbox is always open, tysm for reading<333

xoxo,

ken

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but daddy i love him

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do you only write fluff/angsty stuff or do you sometimes write smut

hi anon! i’m glad you asked. i want to keep my blog safe for minors so i don’t write full on smut. i can write stuff that’s suggestive/charged, but i just don’t feel comfortable posting nsfw content on my blog. tysm for the ask<3333

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hi hun, just thinking about aaron judge and giggly sex bccc im tipsy n usually i see him very serious in bed but imagine when you come home tipsy from girls night out or family function on summer evening and you're horny for him. well not like necessarily horny, but you need him. you need him n ur all over him and you giggle, kissing his nose and whole face and he's trying to be serious bc he wants so bad, the outfit you have on drives him crazy, but eventually he gives in this light energy and cracks a joke and laughs while getting inside youu

im sorry for my wine drunk self

-@divinedelusional

you’re fine!! i think a lot of people think judgey is so serious because he’s such a professional in interviews and pretty reserved, but he would be totally different with you. i think you would be more of the jokester and he would laugh hard every time, even if it was a dumb joke. he’s more of a tease than you’d expect tho.

you lowkey gave me an idea🫠