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I’ll Play Nurse-Shohei Ohtani

Request: Shohei got injured and I was wondering if you can write something inspired by that & Do u think u could write a smut abt shohei dealing with his recent injury during a pitch?

A/N: Okay everyone this is my first time dabbling in smut. It is not super long because it is a request and if you are under 18 you CANNOT read this. I’m going to include warnings for it, but I repeat if you are under 18 you CANNOT read any further. I combined two asks for this request because they were in the same ideas. As always I hope you like it and enjoy! Requests are open.

Warnings: Smut, 18+ content

Word Count: 1.2k+

You stood on edge in the living room. He was clutching his wrist and hunched over in pain. You were holding your breath as Ippei ran over to help translate for the trainer looking over his wrist. You hadn’t seen Shohei in pain like this before and you were nervous. If he was injured he would be so upset.

It couldn’t have been too bad because luckily he was back later in the game. You were still nervous because you knew he would hide how much pain he was in to continue to play. The game had ended over an hour ago and you heard the front door open. Shohei walked in, wrist bandaged with ice resting on it.

You jumped up from your spot on the couch and ran over to him. “Hi, baby. How are you feeling? How bad’s the wrist?” You started checking him over while he shrugged, using his free hand to tilt your chin up to him, connecting your lips in a kiss a beat longer than normal.

“I’m not gonna lie. It hurts. They said I’ll be fine, but it hit right on the bone,” you pouted your lip out to him, kissing him again as you pulled him towards your room. “Well then you need to rest. You go lay down and I’ll play nurse tonight for you.”

He smiled and laid down on the bed as you went out to the living room, grabbing couch pillows to elevate his arm and a new ice pack to swap out the old one. You grabbed ibuprofen and headed back inside to see him propped up on the bed. You smacked his good hand away as he tried to help you get things set up.

“Just relax. I can do this,” you went to grab his hand to prop it up, but you couldn’t get a good enough angle. You climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist as you did so. You could feel his gaze on you as you propped his arm up, switched out the ice pack, and handed him the pills.

“Take these,” he nodded his head, following orders. As you tried to move off his lap, his free hand grabbed your waist. “Nurse. I’m gonna need you to stick around since I can’t use this hand. And my pain is still pretty bad,” you hummed as you leaned forward, kissing him, lightly grinding against his hardening length.

“Well then I think you’re going to need to get more comfortable. Let’s get these off,” you moved off his waist, moving down towards the edge of the bed while you pulled his trainers off, leaving him only in his boxers and shirt.

His breathing was heavy watching your every move. When you finished getting his pants off you moved back up, staying on your knees between his legs. “I think I know what will help get your mind off the pain,” his eyebrows raised as you watched his chest move quickly.

“Oh yeah and what’s that?” You moved your hand up his thigh, never breaking eye contact as your hand brushed over his bulge. His breath caught in his throat, eyes closing as you reached into his boxers, freeing his member.

You wasted no time, giving a quick pump before placing a gentle kiss on the tip, tasting the precum already leaking out. His eyes opened, tongue darting out and wetting his lips. You opened your mouth taking half of him, letting your tongue swipe along the underside, hearing a groan escape his lips.

You slowly let yourself take more of him in your mouth, your hand wrapped around the base as you moved your head up and down, spit mixing with precum as you felt his free hand tangle into your hair, starting to push you down further when you pulled away.

His eyes opened again as you shook your head, hand continuing to work him. “No hands. Keep your hands to yourself,” he groaned, letting his hand fall back down to his side as you went back to your position. You took all of him, hearing his breathing become faster and moans fall from his plump and parted lips.

As you bobbed your head on him, hand pumping what your mouth couldn’t reach, you pulled off with a pop. You knew he was getting close and you stood up, slipping your jeans and panties off before climbing back on him, straddling him once again.

His eyes stared into yours as you spit into your hand and moved it down to rub against your already soaking core. Your hand grabbed his cock and let the tip poke into you as a gasp punched out of your chest. He moaned, head falling back against the pillow as his good hand went to palm your ass.

You pulled his dick out of you and shoved his arm away. “I said no hands,” his lip pouted out as he put his arm back to his side. “Please, baby I need to feel you,” you shook your head, slowly sinking down onto him again. You could hardly speak as your eyes slipped shut. “No. You can feel me like this.”

Your eyes opened as you looked down to see him bottom out in you. You couldn’t believe how easily he fit in and you sat for a split second trying to adjust to him before you started moving on him. One hand grabbed the headboard above you, the other went to his jaw, pulling his head back towards you.

“Keep your eyes open. Look at how my pussy takes you so easy. God, you feel so good fucking me like this,” his eyes opened, immediately looking down at your pussy enveloping his cock. The sound of skin hitting skin was echoing around the room, mixing with both of your moans bouncing off the walls.

He couldn’t hold back any more and started thrusting his hips to meet your own movements. His dick hit a spot inside you that had you collapsing on his chest as you neared your peak. You knew he was close too as his movements became more sporadic and his breathing was uneven.

Your hand went down to your clit, rubbing fast circles on the nub. “Oh god, I’m close,”  he moaned, lips attacking your neck, licking over the spots he bit at to soothe the skin. You turned to connect your lips again as he mumbled against you. “Come on, baby. Cum for me. That’s it, such a good girl. I know you’re right there.”

Within seconds you came undone on top of him, legs trembling with your own orgasm as you felt his spasm inside you, releasing his cum into you. He gave a few more thrusts, pushing his cum further inside you before he stopped. His lips rested on your forehead as you laid on his chest, a sweaty mess.

You smiled, breathless before speaking again. “How’s your wrist feeling now?” He chuckled, using his hand to push your hair back from your forehead. “Oh, I completely forgot about that. If this is the treatment I get when I’m injured I might try that more often,” you laughed, sitting up, kissing him and mumbling against his lips. “I don’t mind playing nurse more often. Don’t get injured again though. You had me worried sick.”

He laughed as you got off him before heading to the bathroom, Shohei in tow as you got the shower running. “Nurse, I think I’m ready for my spongebath,” You felt his lips on your neck again as you stepped into the shower, laughing as he followed you in.

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Burn Out-Shohei Ohtani

Requests: I’m dying for more dad shohei!!!!!! Please more dad shohei; Can you write about arguments with Shohei maybe due to cultural differences or anything in general. But can there be a happy ending?; imagine dad shohei angry!! Like maybe you were looking and your child got injured. Or maybe someone said something to or about your child! He would be SO DEFENSIVE

A/N: Hi everyone, I'm back! I'm sorry for my prolonged absence, but school is insane. I'm working on getting caught up on requests and I combined these three together for this one. It's so cute and I hope you guys enjoy. I'll open requests back up as soon as I'm able. Thanks guys!!

Word Count: 1.6k+

Being a parent was not an easy job. You never thought it was, but there were certain times where it was more difficult than it needed to be. You loved being a mom, it came to you like second nature at this point, but you and your husband, Shohei, had different ideas about raising your kids every once in a while. That was especially true when it came to sports.

You and Shohei had two beautiful children together and as they grew older and started to take on more, you were worried about putting too much pressure on them to overperform. Shohei had been coaching your son in baseball since before he could even walk and your son loved it, but he was also extremely bright and was in almost all AP courses at his school.

Your daughter had been in softball most of her life too, but given she was only in middle school you were worried about her getting burnt out too quickly like you could see happening with your son.

It was late one night and you and Shohei worked on cleaning the kitchen after a quick dinner before rushing the kids off to practice, getting them home and getting them another snack, having them finish their homework, and get off to bed at nearly midnight.

“I meant to tell you that Daphne’s coach came up to me at practice tonight,” Shohei said as he put the tupperware with leftovers into the fridge. “Oh yeah. About what?” You sighed as you loaded the dishwasher.

“He thinks that she’s gonna make varsity if she continues on this route. She’s performing two years above her age group. She’s doing so good. If we up her practice another day a week she’ll be golden. Colleges will be looking at her when she’s a freshman,” you could hear the excitement in his voice as he continued to go on about what needed to be done.

You cut him off, turning around and leaning on the counter as you spoke. “Babe. I think we need to take a second here and listen to what you’re saying,” you chuckled as he stopped wiping the counters down, facing you, brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Daphne is already practicing three times a week and doing conditioning another two days. That’s only giving her two days off a week, honey. If we up her practice another day she’ll have one day off a week,” he rolled his eyes, continuing back with his task as he stuffed a roll in his mouth before talking again.

“Kenzo is going six days a week and he’s fine,” your eyes bugged out at Shohei’s words. “What? What do you mean he’s going six days a week?” Shohei swore under his breath at the admission he just gave out. You crossed the kitchen towards him, standing directly in front of him.

“Shohei! Our kids are not machines! They need to rest. Kenzo is in five advanced courses and in a club at school and playing baseball every spare second he has. Have you seen how tired he’s been lately? I’m worried about him and I find out you’ve upped his play and training time to six days a week? What the hell are you thinking?” You didn’t realize that as you continued talking that your voice was rising and you were progressively getting angrier.

“So what are you saying? That I’m a horrible dad for having him do this? If he wants to go far with baseball like he says then this is what he has to do. This is what I did!” You rolled your eyes, looking up at your husband's towering figure. “Now you’re putting words in my mouth. I never said you were a bad parent. I understand that this is what you did, but our kids are not you and I will not put this much pressure on them. You need to take a step back and look at how your kids are handling this. Have you seen Daphne’s grades lately?”

He took a step back from you, running a hand through his hair, shaking his head at your question. “No,” was all he muttered out as you continued your speech. “She’s almost failing two courses. She has missing assignments in every single class. I watch her do her homework every night and she’s playing catch up in every class. We cannot up her another day. I wanted to talk to you and her about sitting out this next season to get her grades back up.”

His eyes went wide and he shook his head, arms crossed over his chest. “She is not skipping a season. Do you know what that’ll do to her game? I’ll talk to her about her school work. Her skipping is not an option. She loves the game,” before Shohei could continue you went to cut him off, but he held his hand up, stopping you.

“Okay, so I’ll be the bad guy in all this. I’m just the bad dad that doesn’t care about our kids,” you groaned, putting your head in your hands, but before you could respond Shohei went upstairs and closed the door to the guest room.

You two had hardly spoken to each other in a week. You moved around each other in silence and the kids could sense something was going on. You caught the glances they would throw at one another, asking if either of them knew what was going on, to which the other would shrug.

Neither you nor Shohei made an effort to speak to the other and when you got a call from Kenzo’s guidance counselor wanting to speak to you two, you knew it wasn’t going to be good. The drive to the school was silent and when you sat down in her office, she smiled making small talk before bringing up the topic.

“Has everything been okay at home with Kenzo? I know he has a lot on his plate right now with all his AP’s and baseball. Is he resting enough? Eating enough?” You sighed at the questions, Shohei growing irritated at the topic.

“He’s been staying up very late to get his homework done. He’s at practice from almost right after school to seven. We make sure he’s eating, but he’s constantly growing. Why? Is everything okay?” She nodded her head, listening to you before continuing.

“He’s been falling asleep in a couple of his classes. I don’t think he’s sleeping enough. I think maybe he should cut back on baseball one or two days a week. I know he goes to the optional practices and maybe he can sit one of those out a week,” you agreed, glancing over at your husband to see how upset he looked.

You thanked her on your way out, Shohei lacing his hand with yours on the way to the car, opening the door for you. When he stepped in, he covered his face with his hands and spoke to you for the first time in a week. “I’ve pushed him too much. He’s sleeping at school. What the hell’s wrong with me?”

You rubbed his back, taking one of his hands and kissing it. “No, baby. You want what’s best for them. Do you have any idea how much the kids love you? So many kids wish they had a dad like you. We just need to ease up on Kenzo a bit,” he sighed, taking your hands in his, bringing them to his lips.

“Daphne needs to skip this next season. Her grades need to come first,” he mumbled against your knuckles. You nodded your head and smiled at him. “We’ll talk to them tonight, okay?” He smiled, bringing you to him to kiss you.

After cutting Kenzo back to only four days a week he was feeling immensely better. Daphne understood why she needed to skip out on a season, she wasn’t happy about it, but agreed that once she got her grades up that she could play again.

You sat in the bleachers, Daphne leaning against you, Shohei on your other side, hands laced together, watching another game for Kenzo. At this school there weren't separate bleachers for the home and away teams so you sat mixed in with all the parents from both schools.

An idiot further up on the bleachers wouldn’t keep his mouth shut about his son and how he was playing every single day of the week. When your son's team would come up to bat, he was the first to start yelling bad things. Shohei was growing more and more irritated with the guy, talking with the other dads about their son’s when he said something about Kenzo.

“Look at this dope! Do you even play ball kid? I feel bad for the dad that has to watch their son play like this,” he started laughing, but before he could say anything else, Shohei stood up, walking up the bleachers to where the other dad sat.

He crouched down, getting to the man's level, speaking under his breath. You watched as his smile slowly fell as Shohei smiled at him, patting his knee and walking back to where you were sitting.

“What’d you say to him?” You eyed the man as he leaned back against the top of the bleachers, not uttering another peep for the remainder of the game. Shohei kissed your temple, shrugging as he turned his attention back to the game.

“No one says shit about my kids and gets away with it. We won’t be hearing from him for a while,” you smiled as Shohei winked at you, hand resting on your knee and Daphne laughed. You loved your family and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have Shohei by your side.

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Green Monster-Shohei Ohtani

Request: Can I request a Shohei imagine where you guys are pre-dating/early talking stages and he’s jealous but can’t be because you guys aren’t official

A/N: Here’s another cute Shohei request. I hope you enjoy it and requests are open! 

Word Count: 1.2k+

This was the worst part of dates. Standing awkwardly outside your front door because you didn’t want to invite the guy inside and that’s exactly what he was expecting. You cleared your throat, a tight lipped smile across your face as you tried to think of what to say to get him to get the clue that he wasn’t staying the night.

Luckily to your rescue was the neighbor right across the hall and someone who you thought was a great friend and who you admittedly had a bit of a crush on. Shohei was getting home from another game, a smirk across his face as you eyed him, praying that he would help you.

“Hi, I’m Shohei. Who are you?” The guy stood baffled as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, your face burning at the contact. “Uh, I’m Jason. I was on a date with y/n tonight.” Shohei nodded his head and looked down at you, nodding towards his apartment.

“Do you want to watch a movie? I saw Disney plus has Luca.” You bit your laugh back and nodded your head. “Oh yeah, I’ve been dying to see that. Thanks for a fun night, Jack!” You tried to say it as enthusiastically as possible and he rolled his eyes, turning on his heel and heading for the elevator.

You and Shohei snickered as he unlocked his door, letting you go in first. “Another bad date?” You groaned, kicking your shoes off at the door and setting your jacket and purse on the entry table. “It’s like they’re the only ones interested in me. I haven’t been out on a good date in months.”

Shohei set his bag down in the hall closet and shrugged. “Let me take you out. It’ll be fun and I can show you what a fun date is supposed to be.” Your stomach flipped and butterflies erupted in you. “You want to take me out?” He smiled, opening his fridge and grabbing a protein shake.

“It’ll be fun. I promise.” You smiled and nodded your head. “Alright, deal.”

***

Shohei kept his promise and the next week he took you out. You had never been on a mini golf and arcade game date, but it was the most fun you had in a long time. Your sides ached from laughing as much as you had.

He wasn’t a small man by any means and watching him try to play mini golf was hilarious and yet he still kicked your ass at it. You two went out to dinner after at a small bar and had the best meal ever.

You sipped from your beer as you settled down from a story Shohei told you about his school days in Japan when he grabbed your hand that was resting on the table. Your face burned at the contact, but you let him do it.

When you got back to your apartments he stood outside the door with you and for the first time you didn’t feel awkward. “So, did I meet your expectations of a great date?” You nodded your head, grabbing your keys to unlock your door.

“I have to say Mr. Ohtani I am quite impressed at how much fun that was.” His smile grew and he kissed your forehead before he opened his door. “I’m glad. Have a good night.” He winked at you as he watched you step into your apartment, waiting for the door to close before he went into his own place.

You couldn’t stop smiling. That was one of the best dates you had in a long time and your feelings for Shohei only grew. But unfortunately, that excitement was short-lived. You waited two more weeks for Shohei to ask you out again and he never did.

You two didn’t stop flirting in the hall, but he never made another move. Your best friend continued to pressure you to go out with another guy she thought was perfect for you and after giving Shohei another week to ask you out again and he didn’t, you reluctantly agreed.

Maybe you misread the flirting for him just being friendly. He was the nicest and most polite man you had ever met and you might have interpreted the “date” wrong. He probably thought you two were just hanging out. How could you misread that? Of course that’s what he thought it was.

As another shitty date wrapped up and you stood awkwardly outside your door, waiting for the man to leave you saw your saving grace make his way down the hall. His smile never appeared though and he scooted past the two of you, quietly making his way to his door.

“Hi, Shohei!” You tried to call out to him, but he gave a silent head nod and made his way inside, closing the door behind him. You smiled nervously at the man who’s name you honestly couldn’t even remember before finding an excuse.

“I’m sorry, but he’s like my best friend and I think something’s wrong. I should probably check on him.” He smiled and offered you a good night before you turned on your heel and walked through Shohei’s door.

“What the hell was that? You always save me from that moment! What’s going on with you?” His back was still turned to you and he didn’t respond until you approached him. You grabbed his arm, turning him towards you. You had never seen happy go lucky Shohei in such a bad mood.

He narrowed his eyes at you as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Why did you go out on another date?” You furrowed your brows confused at his question. “What?” He rolled his eyes and tried to walk past you, but you stopped him. “I thought we had a great time on our date and yet here you are with another guy.”

You couldn’t hold back your smile. “You’re jealous.” He nodded his head, placing his hands on the counter behind him. “Of course I am. I don’t want to see you go out with other guys.” You leaned back against the counter, eyeing him.

“Then why didn’t you ask me out again? I waited three weeks.” He groaned and ran his hand through his hair before laughing. “I should have, I’m sorry. We were gone on a road trip for over a week and then we got back and you didn’t seem interested anymore.”

You laughed, closing the distance between you two. “We should probably communicate better. Especially now since I know you have a green monster.” His brows furrowed. “Green monster? Like the one from Sesame Street?”

Your laughter boomed in his kitchen. “No, that’s Oscar the grouch. A green monster is another way to say someone is jealous.” He smiled and nodded his head. “I like that. I’m gonna use that.” He wrapped his arms around you, resting his forehead against your own.

“I really did have fun on our date and I want to know if you’d like to go out on another one tomorrow.” You shrugged, pulling away from him. “I’m not sure. I need to think about it.” You saw his face fall and immediately giggled at his reaction.

“I’m kidding! Of course we can go out again.” He grabbed your hand, pulling you back to him, before kissing you for the very first time, sending sparks shooting through your body.

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Tournament-Shohei Ohtani

Request: Something about Shohei, kids, pregnancy or dad Shohei.

A/N: Here’s another Shohei request! It’s a short little piece offering a little insight into parenthood with Shohei. I hope you enjoy! As always let me know what you think and requests are open! 

Word Count: 500+

If there was one thing you never expected to see yourself doing, it was sitting at a little league tournament on a Saturday morning watching your son play and your daughter strapped to your husband's chest.

This had become the norm in the Ohtani household on the weekends. You and Shohei had been together for nearly seven years with two kids to show for it. You loved him more than anything in the world and early on in your relationship you had both discussed the possibility of children way down the line. Nearly two years into your relationship you found out you were pregnant.

At the time you had just become engaged and knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Shohei, but to say you were scared about raising a child was an understatement. You felt frustrated when you saw your husband become a natural at being a father so early on in your pregnancy during parenting classes and when your son was finally born it seemed like he was born to be a dad. It took you a while longer than him to find the groove of parenting, but as soon as you figured it out it was like a part of you was missing this whole time.

Your son, Kenji, was a spitting image of his dad. He took to baseball faster than walking and as soon as he was able to enter into a little league, Shohei had him signed up. Now you find yourself sitting on the most uncomfortable bleachers known to man every weekend for tournaments.

Your son was now five and your daughter, Rei, was nearing her seven month mark. Shohei could never sit down during the games and you always found him pressed against the chain link fence. You always suggested coaching, but he didn’t want to put too much pressure on Ken even though he looked up to his dad and was always asking him for tips to improve his game.

Shohei stood in a small group of the other dads, chatting away about their sons and Shohei’s upcoming season, Rei babbling nonsense away from her holder on his chest. You had befriended a few of the moms and when you saw Ken approach the plate you got Shohei’s attention.

As politely as he could he stepped back from the group and closer to the fence, Rei reaching out to get her chubby hands wrapped around it. You clapped your hands, Shohei calling out support for your son.

Ken was playing in a group slightly above his age due to his size and skill so at this point the kids were starting to practice pitching. A pitch came his way and Ken wasted no time, slapping the ball out to right field and taking off for first base. Cheers erupted from the crowd at what turned out to be a double-play.

As the game came to an end and Ken’s team walked out victorious meaning you’d be back again tomorrow to do it all again, Shohei and Ken talked away about his game. You ruffled his hair and laughed at his excitement when you offered to go for ice cream and he enthusiastically agreed. Shohei strapped Rei into her seat before coming around to your side of the car to open your door.

With both kids in bed later that night, you curled up with him in the living room, you had never felt more content.

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Rob Neyer moves on...

If you are like me and consume baseball on the same level as oxygen and water then you'll certainly have gotten wind of the news: Rob Neyer is leaving ESPN-dot com.

Rather than the infancy of online news websites, my first exposure to him came via one of Bill James's baseball annuals, "The Baseball Book," for whom Neyer worked as an assistant.  Neyer wrote these separate pieces tracing the origin of a famous anecdote or rumor and early on, you felt a certain likability about the dude.

He moved on and emerged as a influential writer at the Worldwide Leader of Sports.  It's difficult not to realize what an impact the man has had on so many people who cover and write about MLB.  Will Leich's short (for him) essay highlights an almost certain fact: Neyer meant as much to this generation's MLB consumers what Bill James was for mine.  The man made you smarter, and didn't sound all hoity-toity in the process.

When Neyer established himself as a regular columnist/blogger at ESPN.com he had a small thumbnail headshot alongside his byline that became another defining Neyer tag: the red flannel shirt.  The photo was revised years ago but the connotation remains.

Another great thing that endeared myself to Neyer is how he managed to keep a foot firmly placed in reality.  By this I mean he did things that any of us online animals would do.  Like write angry, anonymous rants disguised as "reviews" at Amazon.  Yeah he got a wrist slap at ESPN but come on, the guy's only human.  Can't he type a few thumbs-down screeds at YouTube every now and then?  

The tributes are streaming through my Twitter feed like a waterfall: steady, but not overwhelming.  It's not a Lou Gehrig moment; the man isn't retiring to his country retirement villa.  He'll be back and sooner than we realize, likely through a message via his Twitter feed, where I left my own message of kudos.  And yes, I'm still sore about how ESPN hid Neyer behind their "Insider" paywall for so many years.  Hopefully that won't be the case in the future.

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  Update: Rob Neyer has a new home: SB Nation. Yep, that didn't take long at all.