wolly:)

DMs and ask box always open 21 prollywolly on wattpad for my jarren duran fic “No Distractions” jarren duran lover ;)

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wolly's masterlist :)

wolly's one-shots: more than enough part 1 part 2 part 3 wait until we get home part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

the blurbs in wolly's mind: jealous jarren praise kink jarren trainer reader tears run down my thighs off season with jarren

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thinking about... working out with jarren in the offseason jarren is always the first to wake up in the morning. he tries his hardest not to wake you up, but on the days that he makes you crack an eye open, you're going to the gym with him. you always sit in bed for a couple minutes, blanket half draped over your shoulder, hair messy, eyes still struggling to stay open. it isn't until jarren comes to place a kiss on your forehead that you finally pull yourself out of bed. on the drive to the gym jarren always lets you pick the music. since it's not very often that you join him, he compromises by letting you pick the playlist that you both listen to while you work out. the taste in music isn't too different, thankfully. so he never minds letting you pick. the gym is indoors, but they always have the garage door up to let in that long beach sun. his workout routine consists of inside and outside exercises and it always feels nice to step out into crisp january weather and cool off. as soon as jarren starts his workout, the athlete switch in his brain flips on. he's so focused and structured, always making sure his form is right and that he's working out the right muscles for the exercise he's doing. and when you get thrown into the mix? he's making sure that you're working just as hard as he is. "c'mon baby, i know you can give me two more," he encourages. you're benching and he's standing right behind you, making sure to let you know that he's there if you don't think you can push all the way through. and when you're squatting? "get lower baby... thereeee you go." he has to stand behind you and make sure that your form is good! and if his eyes wander down to your ass, he tells himself it's because you're not getting low enough in your squat. "you gonna keep staring at my ass or are you gonna help me rack this shit?" you tease, quirking an eyebrow at him. he throws his hands up in defense and chuckles. "well, fuck me for wanting to make sure you're keeping your form tight." when all is said and done, you're toast. your legs are jelly, you can't pick your arms up, and you're really wishing that you'd just pretended to stay asleep this morning. jarren always make sure to let you know he's proud of you. he'll kiss you for finishing a rep, give you a small tap on your ass to get you moving over to the next station, and after you guys finish he takes you out to eat. your favorite spot was the shake shack on the pier by the beach. you'd hork down a fat burger, fries, and jarren always bought you an oreo milkshake to go with it. "why do you keep feeding me these big, greasy ass meals after a workout?" you queried one time, smiling as jarren scoffed with a smirk. "because," he pauses for a moment to swallow his bite. "that burger goes straight to your ass every time." you gasp and smack him with the back of your hand. he chuckles and leans toward your ear, voice low. "hurry up and finish. i wanna shower and show you how much fatter your ass has gotten."

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LET’S GOOOO!! I have too many requests tbh.. I’ll just go ahead and ask for some random jarren fluff + smut and you can make up the rest :> also.. have you ever thought about writing for bryan woo? or is this strictly for jarren?

YES YES DONE I LOVE THAT

omg i’ve never thought of writing for bryan woo… but that man is so mf beautiful i might just have to

anon you have inspired me

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QUEEN WYA

i'm right here😏

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are you still active / writing for jarren ?

as of right now? SEND Y'ALLS THOUGHTS IN BC THIS OFFSEASON ITS BEEN SO QUIET

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i will FINALLY be emptying my ask box guys.

so sorry for going mia, life kinda got really weird and crazy and like… existential crisis for me

but im so excited to answer! and if yall have anything else you want answered, SEND IT IN WOLLY IS BACK YALL

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Girl u actually answered my prayers i landed in boston today and you updated ur story on wattpad i cannot wait to read it again

that chapter was so fun for me to write i hope you LOVEEEEE IT if you find jarren tell him i love him😫

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guys okay i need to be horny for a second. because can you imagine dating jarren and that man tattoos something about you on him? i'm talking he tattoos your eyes on him, he gets your name in a some pretty font, maybe has an angel next to the cursive? your anniversary date? SOMETHING. i feel like he'd do it, especially with the tattoos he's got already that are super meaningful, I DON'T KNOW MAN SOMETHING ABOUT JARREN HAVING SOMETHING TATTOOED THAT REMINDS HIM OF MEEEE??? we aren't leaving the bedroom. y'all won't see him until season starts again, sorry. that's all... for now.

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tears run down my thighs

imagine moving in with jarren during the offseason. he’s already hoisting a box heavier than you, muscles flexing in that cut-off tee that makes your chest tighten in ways that have nothing to do with exertion. sweat glistens along his shoulders and down his arms, veins standing out, and you can’t stop staring. “jesus, babe, are you seriously staring again?” he calls out, smirking, voice teasing, casual. “you’re gonna give yourself whiplash if you keep doing that shit.” you laugh, moving a candle into the perfect spot, feeling your pulse spike in a way that has nothing to do with lifting. “i’m not staring,” you say, though your thighs are tight and your chest feels like it might explode. “i’m… decorating.” “sure, decorating,” he says, grin tugging at his lips, kneeling to lift another box. “right, interior designer. don’t faint or anything.” you bite back a giggle, rolling your eyes. he sets a box down and glances at you, eyebrows raised. “if staring at me was an olympic sport, you’d win gold, seriously. fucking champion.” you flush, moving around the apartment. you’re not pretending, not faking anything. you’re living in this space, making it yours, and every time you catch him glancing your way, you can feel the tension coil tighter between your thighs. every time you reach for something heavy, he’s there before you are. “nah, nah, nah, what the hell are you doing?” he asks, just a flicker of seriousness in his tone. “i got it." you smirk, letting him handle the heavy stuff while you decorate, watching him with wide eyes as he bends, lifts, and shifts. his back, his shoulders, his forearms — every vein, every flex is a trigger you can’t control. and you know, every time he moves with that careful, effortless strength, it’s breaking you in the best possible way. by the time the last piece of furniture is set, your pulse is still racing. he pulls on a shirt with sleeves, and there it is on his right arm—an angel, your eyes inked into the design—and your stomach twists. hot and wet and buzzing in ways that make you bite back a moan. dinner is mostly easygoing, laughter and jokes flowing, until a girl at the bar keeps leaning too close, flashing her smile, clearly trying to get his attention. jarren notices but doesn’t panic. he leans toward you slightly, voice low and calm, “ignore her, babe. she’s not important.” she laughs, tilting her head. “oh, is this your girlfriend? she’s cute, but she’s nothing like me.” that’s all it takes. jarren’s jaw tightens, calm slipping, and the playful smirk vanishes. he leans toward her, voice low, gruff, a dangerous edge underlined in every word. “trust me, you’re not worth my time. fuck off.” the girl freezes, her smile faltering, stepping back immediately. your chest swells, heat pooling low, pulse hammering. the ride home is quiet, but your thighs are still tight, your chest fluttering, your pulse fast. the moment the door clicks behind you, it all snaps. you tackle him onto the new couch, fingers clutching his shirt, lips pressing against his neck, body pressing to his. he groans, low and amused, but doesn’t pull away. "do you have any fucking idea what you do to me, baby?" you whisper, voice shaky, breathless. he laughs, low, rumbling, and finally presses back into you, letting the tension from the entire day, every glance, every flex, every careful movement and protective act, explode between you. his hands find your waist, holding you steady while your thighs tremble, pulse hammering, body betraying you completely. and as he pins you to the couch, laughter and low groans mingling, you realize you’re ruined. completely, deliciously ruined, by a man who is strong, capable, protective, teasing, and wholly yours. every inch of you alive, every nerve lit, every thought consumed by the way he dominates your mind just by being himself.

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Could you do Jarren Duran he obviously flirts with the athletic trainer (s/o just not yet) and she’s always sarcastic and shuts him down about it, and all the guys tease him etc, but he never stops flirting with her because deep down he knows and she knows she loves it.

ANONNNNN YOU DID YOUR BIG ONE WITH THIS ONE OH MY GOD BECAUSE LISTEN. you've taped ankles a hundred times, wrapped wrists in your sleep, iced down more sore shoulders than you can count, but none of them... none are as irritating as jarren. he's on the table again, muscular legs spread wide like he's posing for a calendar, smirking down at you like he knows something you don't while softly unraveling the athletic tape. "you look hot today," he says, casual as hell. "i look the same every day," you murmur quietly. "nah," he shakes his head, leaning back on his hands so his arms flex. he does it on purpose, he always does. "something's different. maybe it's the way your pretty eyes are staring at me." you rip the tape with your teeth, glaring at him "i'm staring because you're a pain in my ass." he laughs. "damn, you're mean to me." "you deserve it." the thing is, he eats up everything you dish him. each sarcastic jab, every roll of your eyes, he's never one to back down from getting something he wants. and fuck, does he want you so bad. "you're mean as hell," he says, leaning in, voice so low you can barely hear him. "i love that about you." you tighten the tape a bit too tight just enough for him to wince slightly, then rewrap it again a little looser. "fuck, take it easy on me." "don't be such a baby." "i'm not a baby, you're just pissed because i know you want me." "i'm pissed because you don't know how to shut the fuck up," roman, trevor, marcelo, and romy all walk into the room and see jarren sitting with you. it was a normal thing to see now, sometimes jarren came in without an injury just because he wanted to see you. and you loved it. "jd," trevor chuckles. "when are you gonna leave this poor girl alone?" "she loves me," jarren chuckles, shaking his head. he tips his chin at you, smirk deepening. you scoff. "no i don't." you finish off the tape job, snap it down, pat his ankle with finality. but he doesn’t move. doesn’t budge. instead, he leans closer, eyes flicking over you slow, bold, shameless. “funny,” he murmurs, low enough that it’s only for you. “you don’t want me, but i know you’ve told the other trainers how bad you do. they all look at me like i’m your dirty secret.” your face goes hot. “i—” you start, then choke yourself off, realizing too late that you didn’t deny it, didn’t fire back fast enough. his grin spreads wide. hungry. victorious. “oh, fuck,” he whispers, triumphant. “you do talk about me.” “you’re delusional,” you snap, shoving the tape back in the drawer. “delusional and right as hell,” he throws back, hopping off the table and tugging his sock on. the room erupts at his cocky tone, chirping him to death, but he’s not paying attention to anyone else. his eyes stay locked on you, dark with satisfaction. “don’t worry, baby,” he says softer, just for you. “your secret’s safe with me. for now.” and then he jogs out the door to catch up with the boys, soaking in the noise, leaving you burning in the middle of the room—caught, flustered, furious at yourself for slipping. because here’s the worst part: he’s right. you have talked about him. too many times, in too much detail, laughing with the girls about how bad you want him, how impossible he is to resist when he leans in close and drops his voice like that. you stand there, pretending you’re not still flushed, pretending you don’t watch him go. because you love it. every word, every curse, every shameless grin. you love that he knows exactly how to push you, how to match your fire, how to make you feel like the only one in the room. you love him. and now, he definitely fucking knows.

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girlll we can handle the jarren smut over here!!! let the freak out, i’m talking bout innnittttt literally sp*t in my mouth, sp*nk me, make me yours type shit 🙃🙃🙃

oh so y'all can match my freak then. this is good to know...

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alright alright…first of all, i want to praise you on your work, you are an extremely gifted author and you literally made me so giddy reading ‘No Distractions’ that i not only had my roommates asking me who i was talking to bc my smile was so big (caught red handed falling in l*ve with fictional jarren), but i literally blew through all 25 chapters in a single day😭 and THEN ended up at fenway a few days after and literally sat in the crowd with heart eyes the whole time at #16 (humiliating but true)

nowww i need someone to scream with. i just saw jarren’s instagram story of his new finger tats and i am🥵🥵🥵 just trying to cope with the nsfw things flying through my brain…

OMLLLLL DO NOT START WITH ME ON THE NEW TATS. obviously i'm a slut for tattoos and jarren, but they kinda gave pinterest JUST A LITTLE BIT. he's still fine as fuck and if he wanted those then good for him. as far as the thoughts i had when i saw that story? OHHHH MY GODDDDD THE IDEAS. i just love men with tattoos, i don't care i don't care kdeifnhuiaerojgvawrf

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Queen update on wattpad I’m going back to Boston to see jarren and i wanna read more and fan girl hehehehehe (i found ur story when i was in Boston a few weeks ago and i was actually obsessed. Reading it in my hotel was my fav past time)

omg SO LUCKY. it’s my dream to meet jarren but i fear it probably won’t happen until next season💔

I WILL UPDATE JUST FOR YOU

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Your latest Jarren one shot has me *deceased*! You’re so by far my fave jarren writer on here (+ Wattpad) and it’s not even close (No offense to the other girlies)

anon you make me blush stawppppp😋

there’s some great writers here on tumblr and wattpad, but thank you for the compliments i literally cannot you’re so sweet! thanks for sending this in, im trying to update the wattpad here in a bit, ive just been so busy💔💔💔

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thinking about praise kink jarren who's allergic to giving himself any form of kudos. but not allergic to you doing so. the drive back to waltham is almost too quiet. his knuckles are white gripping his steering wheel, jaw tight, his eyes locked on the road in front of him. you can practically feel the way he's replaying that throw he messed up over and over. he pulled into his normal parking spot outside his apartment, killed the engine, but didn't move a muscle. the silence was so thick in the air. "baby," you start quietly, watching his side profile in the dim glow of the streetlamps ahead. "three-run inside the park homers are not a regular stat to have on the belt." he exhaled, low and bitter. "and a million fuckin' overthrows to home are?" you roll your eyes, leaning your head against the headrest. "baby come on. one mistake doesn't erase what you did out there. fenway was fuckin' jumping tonight! 14 seconds around the bases is a fucking record." his grip on the steering wheel tightened, then loosened again. he shakes his head, muttering. "you always make it sound better than it is." "or maybe," you fire back, leaning closer. "you make it sound worse than it is. there's some guys in the league right now that would kill someone to have the game that you played today." that’s when he turns his head, finally looking at you. his eyes are darker now, intense, like your words have been crawling under his skin the whole ride. his breath is heavier, shoulders tense, like he’s holding back something fierce. “don’t do that,” he says, voice low, almost a growl. “don’t say stuff like that when we’re alone in the car.” “why not?” you whisper, daring him. “because it gets to you?” that’s it. that’s the snap. in a blur, he’s across the console, hand cradling your jaw as his mouth crashes onto yours. the kiss is hot, desperate, all pent-up adrenaline and pride and frustration spilling out at once. you gasp into it, clutching his hoodie as he deepens the kiss, lips rough, tongue insistent. his other hand grips your hip, dragging you closer across the seat like the small space of the car isn’t nearly enough. every compliment you gave him is still hanging in the air, and you can feel how they’ve unraveled him, how they’ve lit something primal in him he can’t put back. the kiss is messy, greedy, but you know exactly what sparked it—your voice in his ear. and now, here in his truck with the windows fogging, he’s showing you the only way he knows how much he needs that. his lips are unrelenting, like he’s been starving for this, for you, the entire game. the console digs into your hip as he hauls you closer, and you let him, half climbing into his lap because the tiny space of the car doesn’t stand a chance against his need. his hand skims down your side, fingers digging into your waist, anchoring you against him. you can feel the adrenaline still rolling through him, coiled tight in every movement. when you break the kiss just long enough to breathe, his mouth finds your neck, hot and insistent, teeth grazing skin as though he’s claiming every inch. “jarren—” you gasp, fingers tangling in his hoodie as his other hand slides under the hem of your shirt, palm burning against your bare skin. he groans low, like your voice alone is driving him wild. “you have no idea what you do to me when you talk like that,” he mutters against your throat, words rough, almost broken.

“i was just telling you the truth,” you whisper, nails dragging lightly across the back of his neck.

that earns you another growl, another searing kiss. his hands are everywhere now—gripping your thigh, sliding higher, squeezing your hip like he’s trying to memorize every curve. you shift closer, straddling him awkwardly in the driver’s seat, and the way he reacts—the sharp inhale, the way his grip tightens—sends heat straight through you.

the windows are already fogged, breaths mixing hot and desperate. his mouth leaves yours only to trail down your jaw, your collarbone, each kiss hungrier than the last. you tug at his hoodie, desperate to feel more, and he helps you, dragging it off in one impatient motion before pulling you back against him.

the world outside doesn’t exist—just the press of his body under yours, the low sounds spilling from him every time you whisper something else in his ear. strong. fast. unstoppable. each word unravels him more, until his restraint is nothing but shreds.

his hand slips under the waistband of your jeans, thumb brushing where you’re aching most, and you shudder, clinging to him. he kisses you hard, swallowing the sound, his own breath ragged.

“tell me again,” he whispers against your lips, desperate, needy.

you grin through the haze, whispering it back, each word slow, deliberate. “you're the best fuckin' player in the league.”

and that’s the moment he loses himself completely, kissing you like he never intends to stop.

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Come back i miss u

ask and you shall receive anon. NEW JARREN BLURB COMING SOON

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Don't mind me just swooning over jealous Jarren that made me feel all types of ways, and when he finally looks at her, it kind of clicks him out of that haze/state he was in 😭 we love him for her and would love to hear the aftermath when they get to dinner and maybeeee post dinner too 👀

mayhaps i should make a part 2?? what do we think chat? .....