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“GOING BACK THERE TONIGHT, AND YOU KNOW WHAT’S ON MY MIND”

duke dennis x fem! reader

this post contains swearing, smut, oral (male receiving, praise, bits of degrading, choking, dom!duke, sub!reader

when duke comes back needy from a vacation with his friends, in which the whole time he couldn’t help but miss you while fantasizing about burying himself deep inside you, you greet him at the door with a warm smile, and he can’t help but provide you with what you’ve both been waiting for ;)

a/n: i did not proofread this!

duke’s family didn’t particularly like you, and you never entirely knew why. you were always careful to be especially respectful and helpful at any holidays or events. for the past couple months, they’ve refrained from inviting you to anything of the sort, which- having family issues of your own, did, admittedly, hurt. it did put a dent in your relationship with duke, however, the two of you loved each other intensely, and that was enough to get through anything.

you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t touch yourself at night, pretending your fingers were his, pretending that he was there next to you, your insides aching for his time and attention. after all, a month long trip away from your boyfriend would affect anyone.

duke wasn’t shy about admitting that he looked at pictures of you, videos, and even listened to your audio messages- anything to get him to his climax while you were hundreds of miles away.

tonight was the night he’d finally return, your heart fluttering at the excitement of him knocking on the door of your shared apartment and engulfing you in the warmest of hugs. you cleaned up nicely for him, and had a warm meal prepared as well. your body was adorned in cute lace panties and one of his giant t-shirts, you were excited to greet him but you’d rather be comfortable in this case.

11:42 pm now hit, your eyes droopy as you waited on the couch, desperately fighting sleep and finding ways to stay occupied such as television, makeup, and writing. a loud knock and a gruff, tired sigh could be heard outside your door, to which you jumped upwards and bolted towards the entrance.

your fingers delicately undid the lock, and with a quick pull the door was open. god, how does he always look so good? you thought to yourself. he was slightly out of breath from walking and carrying the heavy luggages, so you assumed the elevators were broken once again. he wore a white t-shirt and red cargo sweat-shorts, effortlessly comfortable.

you looked up at him and his eyes met yours, a wide grin, which flashed his grillz, spreading across his face. he dropped his luggage in the doorway and slammed the door behind him, scooping your figure hastily into his arms. he squeezed you so tightly your arms were stuck under his.

“b-baby i can’t hug you back,” you laughed, “my arms.” he continued to hold you silently, a sniffle coming from him. duke set you down for a moment and looked down at you, his hands traveling from your waist up to your neck, and cupping your cheek.

“i missed you so so much, beautiful” he said into your neck, hugging you once more and repeatedly peppering kisses onto your lips, cheeks, forehead, and neck.

“aww, baby i missed you too.” you said in response, running your hand up and down his back to comfort him. “don’t cry, it’s okay, i’m here” you sighed against his chest, and you continued to embrace each other for another moment.

“now come eat,” you said, “the foods gonna get cold.” you turned around to head towards the small kitchen when a hand grabbed your wrist and the other snaked around your waist, duke pulling you into his chest with your back facing him. his head nuzzled into your neck, and his teeth nibbled the edge of your ear.

“don’t act like you haven’t been dying for me too, hm? i can already tell…” his hand traveled down to your crotch, snaking between your thighs. “how wet you are,” he finished his sentence by slipping his fingers into your panties, being met with a warm wetness.

“mmmhm,” you moaned lightly. part of you wanted him to eat, especially with the amount of effort you put into his meal. the other part of you couldn’t deny the relief you felt of his skilled fingertips swirling circles around your needy clit. your knees began to weaken as he picked up the pace.

“it’s been too long, hasn’t it?” he inquired, not expecting an actual response. duke lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom bridal style as the two of you passionately kissed. he set you onto the bed and a hand wrapped around your neck, the other slowly sliding into your pussy.

“that’s it, mama. squeeze my fingers, mhm.” he groaned, and you mewled in response, tightening up around him even more. he began to pump his fingers in and out of you, hitting that spot every single time. you began to feel that coil building, preparing to snap.

“i-i’m gonna..” you couldn’t even form coherent sentences as his long fingers filled you up as you’ve been aching for. the mere thought of you orgasming on his fingers for only him to see drove him crazy and brought you a feeling of intense bliss.

“gonna cum for me, baby? hm? gonna ask my permission?” he laughed in your ear, his deep voice driving you over the edge. he enjoyed watching you squirm hopelessly underneath him, legs shaking in pleasure and wide eyes begging to cum on his hands.

“pl-please can i.. auhh!” you moaned out, his thumb now rubbing circles on your clit in addition to his fingers working inside of you. the stimulation was becoming overwhelming, but every part of you wanted his cock stroking your insides.

“can you.. what?” he mocked you by making his voice a slightly higher pitch and chuckling lowly. his chain tickled the crook of your neck and his teeth played with the edge of your jaw. “hmm? say it for me, mama. i know you can..”

his words of encouragement brought you even closer, your vision becoming blurred. suddenly, he removed his fingers from your throbbing pussy, causing you to snap your eyes open and furrow your brows. “the fuck was that for?”

he took your jaw in your hand, holding you firm to look at him. “watch your fucking mouth, and sit up.” he ordered, you wanted so desperately to cum, however you knew he’d make you wait after the display of your bad attitude.

you sat up and did as he told, and before you knew it his long dick was displayed in front of your eyes. you spit on it before wrapping a hand around it and beginning to pump it up and down. he licked his lips as you slapped it on your tongue, quickly putting it into your mouth. you swirled your tongue around it and began to suck at the tip. “that’s my good girl. look up at me.”

you looked up at him and locked eyes as you took the entirety of it into your mouth. his tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat, and you hollowed your cheeks as saliva dripped down your face. you looked up at duke with wide, teary eyes, earning a groan from him. “fuuuck, yes baby..”

duke spit on your face and bobbed your head up and down using his large hands. the room was filled with lewd sounds of gagging and the pool in your panties continued to grow. “good fucking girl,” he grunted as you went faster. you could feel his dick tensing up inside of your warm, wet mouth.

he pulled you off of him and caressed your wet, puffy lips with his thumb. “my pretty girl..” he said, and you nodded hastily in response. you were like a puppy, melting into his touch and hooking onto his every single word. duke paid special attention to every feature on your face in this moment… your cheeks salty with tears, your eyes pink, wide, and watery, your mascara smeared on your face, and your puffy lips covered in his milky and clear pre-cum.

he liked you this way the best- makeup destroyed, pussy throbbing to be touched and satisfied, tears running down your face, and your mind a blur for only him. it got him excited just thinking about fucking you stupid.

he always loved missionary with you, because he could suck on your tits as they bounced in his face, look you in your beautiful eyes, and fuck you just how you liked it all at the same time. however, this time was different. you were longing to lay on your stomach, face down and ass up, and let him take complete control by making you his complete, fucked silly, slut.

you laid down on your stomach and positioned yourself accordingly. duke came behind you and grabbed your hip with one hand, pinning your hands behind your back with the other. “you want this dick, mama?” he asked, but it was more of a statement than a question.

“yes, please give it to me.” you begged, wiggling your ass against his abs as he positioned himself at your entrance and chuckled.

“patience, baby..” he said in his deep voice, slowly sliding all eight inches in. “you okay?” he asked, and you looked back at him with pleading eyes.

“im okay, it stings like usual.” you replied, and he nodded intently. communication was always crucial between the two of you. he asked to start moving, and after a moment of adjusting you confirmed it was okay.

each slow stroke was otherworldly to you. duke knew your spots so well, and he knew just how to get you crying for more. he pulled fistfuls of your hair for you to look back at him as he picked up the pace.

he looks so handsome, you thought to yourself.

his brows were gently furrowed as he looked directly up at the ceiling with closed eyes, biting his lips and grabbing the fat of your ass. “mmm, you’re so tight for me..” the squelching of your pussy and the sound of his balls hitting your skin filled the room, along with your moans of course.

“mmmhmmm, auuhhh. oh my-fuck..” you were particularly vocal this time, finally being fulfilled after waiting for so long. you bit your lip so hard that a drop of blood fell, and you backed up onto his dick as he fucked you harder and harder.

“i love it when you do that, you’re gonna make me cum soon…” he groaned, standing still and allowing you to do the work. you continue to back up onto him, loud cries of his name filling the room. “and remember what i said earlier, mama.” he added on, and your confusion turned into stubbornness.

“i don’t have to ask you to cum.” you emphasized his part in that sentence and he stopped immediately, holding your hips still with one hand, and using the other to forcefully pull you up so that your back was directly against his chest. dick still inside of you, his hand wrapped around his neck and gave it a harsh squeeze. your brows scrunched in response and your pussy tightened around him at the feeling of his hands slightly cutting off your oxygen.

duke ignored the squeeze of you around him and pulled your hair back to look him in the eyes, still choking you with his hand. “the fuck you say?” he asked, and he knew you liked the way he took control.

“mm-nothing.” you struggled to speak through your lack of oxygen. he loosened the grip on your neck and shoved two fingers into your mouth, causing you to gag repeatedly while holding his eye contact.

“that’s what i fucking thought. lay down.” he said, and you did so. he slowly slid himself in and started fucking you deeply at a quick pace, you could feel him nearing his end as his strokes became more and more sloppy.

your legs began to shake as your climax neared. “mmh- c-can i cu-cum? please!” you stuttered, burying your face in the pillow. you could feel your cheeks heating up and your body coming closer and closer to finishing.

duke knew you so well, he didn’t pick up the pace and destroy your wave of pleasure. he kept at it directly, and brought a hand down to rub circles on your clit. “yes, mama. cum with me, cum on this dick.” he groaned, smacking your ass.

you came undone on his dick, your legs shaking and pussy squeezing repeatedly. your juices dripped down his penis and your thighs, and his hot nut shot up deep inside of you, filling you to the brim. he pulled out and watched as your pussy squeezed around nothing and his sperm leaked out of you. he used his fingers to push it back inside, collapsing next to you on the bed.

duke got up to give you water, a gentle massage, and cleaned you up before hugging you into his chest. he breathed in the smell of the shampoo in your hair, playing with your locks. you sighed into his neck, enjoying the refreshing smell of his cologne.

“you still hungry?” you inquired with a chuckle, he looked down at you with incredibly dreamy eyes, getting lost in yours.

“yea.. but fuck it.” he replied and closed his eyes, nuzzling in closer to you.

“baby i made a whole meal for you and i know you’re hungry.” you rubbed circles on his neck gently, and he loved the feeling of your nails gently dragging along his skin.

he grabbed your leg and put it on top of him, wrapping the blanket around the two of you and pulling you closer. “and?”

“aaaand..” you hummed, smiling into his chest warmly. “go eat if you’re hungry i know the flight was long.” he sunk further into your touch and shook his head, the sound of your voice in his ear soothing every single thought on his mind.

“and miss this? nah. not for the world.”

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ALL AMERICAN: HOMECOMING | 1.05: Truth Hurts

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CAM WATKINS 1.05 • “Truth Hurts”

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Besides being somewhat cocky and competitive, you gotta admit that he’s a heartthrob as well😏😍

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Coats ❄🧥 Latrelle x Reader part. 1

Request: None 

Pronouns: None Stated 

Word Count: 643

Warnings: Mentions of being in a gang (not you) 

y/f/c - Favorite Color 

y/n - Your Name

It didn’t usually snow in Freeridge. Usually, it was sunny and warm. Perfect weather for shorts and a t-shirt which is what pretty much everyone wore. So, it was a surprise to you to wake up and see a thick layer of snow outside your window along with your neighbors in big jackets making a snowman. You smiled and quickly got out of bed. The house was freezing and when your toes touched the cold hardwood floor you danced in excitement. Pulling a y/f/c sweater out of your closet you texted Latrelle that you would be coming over. 

To: Lay Babe 

Have you checked outside?! I’ll be at your place in 30 mins, hopefully it’ll still be snowing

After getting dressed and brushing your teeth, you went into the hall closet and looked for your winter clothes. Digging through old coats and shoes you find your winter clothes. You put on a big black winter coat, ear puffs, and thick socks and boots. 

You were just about to head out when you felt your phone vibrate. 

From: Lay Babe 

Nah it‘s 2 cold, I’ll come over tmr 

To: Lay Babe 

I’m already dressed? With a thick coat we’ll be fine

From: Lay Babe 

Ion have a thick coat. 

You frowned at your phone. Why didn’t he have a coat? You suddenly realized and wanted to facepalm yourself. Of course, he didn’t have a coat, the gang already treated him like sh*t. Where would he spend his money on winter clothes when it never snows? You stood in front of the door and looked through your wallet. 

“This might be enough for a coat and some mittens,” You whispered to yourself. 

You walked out of the house and felt the chill air slap your face. The snow crunched under your boots as you walked the 20 minutes to the store. Walking into the warm store you picked out a good coat (green of course), some black mittens, and some hot coco. A quick thought of how much money you were about to spend on him went through your mind but when you looked at your lockscreen, at the picture of him kissing your cheek, you decided it was okay. 

You paid for the items and watched as the machine sucked your Christmas money up, but in return you had a gift for your boo. 

You walked to his place and knocked on his door.  He opened the door and had his green track jacket on with his hair in two braids.

“Mama you gone freeze out here, get in.” He laughed and pulled you inside. 

You dropped your bags on the floor and handed him his cup of hot coco. 

“I got you some hot coco! It might be cold though, it’s 20 degrees outside.” You said. 

He grinned and took the hot coco out of your hand. Your eyes looked around at his house before glancing down at Latrelle, drinking his hot coco and looking inside your bags. He suddenly jumped up with a grin.

“You see mama, this is why I love you!” Latrelle said, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you so that your feet left the ground. “This coat is fye, thank you!” 

He put you down and kissed all over your face. He then went to give you a normal hug. One arm on your waist and the other on your back. You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“I’ll pay you back, I promise” 

“You don’t need to boo. I want you to be warm and now we can go outside. It’s only 2, it’s still early!” You said cheerfully. 

“Anything for you mama”

Latrelle went into his room and came out a few minutes later. After taking a few cute pictures you and him finally went into the snowy weather together. 

Author’s Note: There needs to be more Latrelle Imagines! Idc Idc, but anyway I hope y’all like this one. There will be a part two soon and send in Requests! I hope y’all have a wonderful day. Please like and follow ~ k

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Latrelle Fic Recs

Moodboard 💝

Angst 😭

Fluff 🥰

Smut 😈

Series 📚

Original character 👸🏽

Au meme 🎀

Social media edit 📱

😈A New Woman by @spookysprincesa

🥰Anything For You Mama by @stonykuwonu

😈I’m A Selfish Dude by @stonykuwonu

Make Up Your Mind by @fandomimagines4all

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My Baby 💎 Latrelle x Reader

Request: None

Pronouns: None Stated

Word Count: 1615

Warnings: angst , really small mention of blood

“What did I say about getting blood on my carpet?” You mumbled, dabbing the cut on Latrelle’s cheek with a soft tissue.

“Not to,” He replied.

You shake your head, tossing the bloody tissue into the trash can. He was bruised up bad this time. Cuts on his face, a black eye, he was even limping. The blood that dripped from his nose onto your white carpet seemed less of a problem compared to him.

“I’ll clean it for you.” He squints his eyes shut as you clean one of the bigger cuts on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it, you need to rest.”

You glance at the time. You had woken up an hour ago to the sound of someone knocking at your door. Of course it was Latrelle, beat up. You knew he had been messing with César again.

You wondered why it was so hard for Latrelle to leave César alone. César rarely messed with him. It was always Latrelle actively making things tense for everyone. He made it hard to be in a relationship with him, while also respecting César and his friends. You toss Latrelle a blanket and a pillow from your bed, before climbing in.

“You can sleep on the couch. Then leave in the morning.”

“Babe, you really gonna treat me that way?”

“Yes, I am because you had the nerve to wake me up at 3am to bandage you up because you were starting some stupid b.s. with César.”

He rolled his eyes and tried to get in the bed with you. “You know it’s the life I live y/n. I have to keep them on their toes or they’ll get comfy. You can’t change me baby”

This pissed you off. You pushed him off of the bed. “No because I know the life you live. I'm not trying to change you, it’s just when you're messing with him that’s when I get mad. Do you know how hard it is to watch you run and start a fight with César and have to baby you back to health, only to look Monse in the eye the next morning to say hello. It’s really freaking hard.”

He throws his hands up, “Whatever you’re bugging. You always take things too far y/n. I wasn’t even really messing with him. It was only him and his girl. He was on me for no reason so I had to say something. It wasn’t my fault he was acting all tough like he was gon do something.”

Your eyes widen and you sit up. “Monse was there?” You ask.

“If that’s her name then yeah.”

“You fought him while Monse was there!” You yell, throwing a pillow at his face.

The pillow hits Latrelle hard. He throws it out your bedroom door, turning to look at you, his mouth turning into a scowl.

You return the face, “You’re lucky he didn’t have a gun, Latrelle! You know he gets protective when he's with his friends. You know this!”

“You need to calm down. Why are you getting so emotional?”

“Why am I getting emotional? I’m getting emotional because one day you might not knock on my door. You might be bleeding out in the street, because of your dumb decisions. I would never forgive myself if you…” You felt tears start to roll down your cheek, but you don’t stop yelling even though your voice is breaking with sobs.

“Please break up with me if you are going to keep doing this. Please. I can’t keep helping you like this. I can’t keep defending you. Don’t you love me? Why can’t we go to the park or on dates like we used to? Why will you ignore my texts for days but feel fine with coming to my door bloody. You said you love me so why don’t you act like it?”

Latrelle stared up at you from his place on the ground. You were full on crying now. Fat tears slid down your face onto your sheets and you put your head in your hands. You heard Latrelle get up but you didn’t feel his warmth on your body. You didn’t smell his cologne or feel his tight hugs. He had gotten up and walked out the door.

You got up and threw on a robe, suddenly self-conscious of your outfit even though it was just a shirt and shorts. You ran out of your bedroom, into the hallway, all the way to the front door, but he was gone. He hadn’t even locked the door behind him.

Opening the door you step out. Your hot face was cooled by the wind. It fluttered around you, shaking the trees. The only light there was was the moon and the streetlights. No stars, no cars, not even a firefly and not even your boyfriend.

Shutting the door you slide down with your back against it. You reach the floor and wrap your arms around your knees and continue to cry. Your heart began to ache at the silence. He had left you. He had walked out and left you.

You fell asleep there. On the wooden floor, in front of your front door. In the morning you woke up to your alarm blaring from your room. Your cheeks were still stained with tears, your eyes bright red and it seemed hard to keep them open. All you wanted to do was sleep a little more. To move to your warm bed and fall back asleep, but if you missed a day of school it would make your parents come back sooner. You got up and went to your room to change. You chose a random black sweatshirt and jeans.

After washing your face, brushing your teeth, and eating a little bit of breakfast you start the walk to school. It was one of those mornings where you wished you had more friends, so you wouldn’t have to walk to school alone.

Your lack of friends was one of the things Latrelle liked about you. To him you were safe. Not always the center of attention, but not a nobody. You were a good enough kid that with him being your boyfriend, it made him seem like a better person. In a way you hated him for that. It made you feel more like an accessory than a significant other, but in an attempt to not start crying again, you stop thinking about it.

You walk into the school and head to your first class, then the next. They all go okay. As you walk to lunch Monse gives you a small smile. You smile back, but notice that a lot of people are looking at you. You look down at your outfit. Your jeans weren’t open, the sweatshirt wasn’t backwards. You sit down at your usual lunch table and suddenly the cafeteria doors are swung open. You didn’t care enough to look up.

Someone sits right in front of you. You start to eat your apple, it’s juices dripping down your mouth.

“y/n I’m sorry.” Latrelle mumbled.

“Are you?” You questioned. Using the back of your hand to wipe away the sticky juices.

“I got you this.”

You look up and see a single flower. “You got me one flower that I’m supposed to carry around school.”

“Dang why can’t you be happy,”

“I’m done explaining stuff to you and your dumb attempts of apologizing. You can go.”

Latrelle places the flower on the table. You start to eat your sandwich.

“Look, I’m real sorry y/n. I shouldn’t have walked out on you. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. I was just frustrated. I didn't want you to have to deal with me any more that night. I even apologized to César. Well I didn’t apologize because I aint no punk, but you know I gave him a nod. Babe, I hate when you're angry at me.”

You start to eat your sandwich, but you weren’t hungry anymore. As you get up from your seat to throw your trash away, his hand goes around your wrist. His brown eyes looked into yours, but you removed his hand and walked away.

He followed you into the hallway.

“Y/N please.”

You turn to face him, sticking a finger into his chest. “Look you can apologize all you want, but unless you’re really going to change, leave me alone. I told you, I rather you break up with me then to keep lying and doing stupid stuff.”

He pulls you into an empty classroom. He kissed your neck and rubs his hands on your back, You kiss back. It continues for a few seconds. You and Latrelle make out in an empty classroom until he pulls away and hugs you. His hugs were always almost too tight. He hugged you like he never wanted to let you go, like he never wanted anything to get to you.

“I swear I won’t do anymore stuff like that.” He whispered. He pulled a box out of his back pocket. “Here’s your actual gift.”

Inside the box was a cute gray bracelet with your birthstone in it. Your name and his are written in cursive underneath it, along with your anniversary date. “You really did this for me?”

“Yeah, you my baby. I had to search up ideas. I know you like cute things like this.”

You felt your cheeks start to warm up. The bracelet was exactly your size and you couldn't stop looking at it. “Thank you baby.”

“Anything for you.” He put one of his arms on your shoulders. “You wanna get out of here. You look tired.”

Ignoring your other classes you say yes and walk with him out the back of the school.

Author's Note: Fun fact this was originally going to be a César post, but I decided I wanted to do a cuter one for him. But omg I wanted this to be for him so bad. Be on the lookout for my next post because it will def be a César one! Anyway Requests are still open! Please like if you enjoyed and follow. We're almost at 50 followers and I have a huge surprise when we reach 100 <3!! Have a wonderful day ~c'k

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Coachella *Jordan Baker* Short Story

Requested by: Anon

Request: Can I have a jodan imagine from All American for coachella

Prompts Here

Prompts: none

Pairing: Jordan Baker x Y/N (the reader)

Summary: You take Jordan to coachella since he’s been so stressed

Warning: ummm… idk

Word Count: 500

A/N: hope you enjoy!!!

Request Here

(Credit to owner of gif)

Jordan was sitting at the island with his hands in his head. I sighed, I truly hated seeing him like this. I understood why he was upset but as his girlfriend i’m gonna try to help him. “Alright I know you’ve been a bit stressed a lot lately especially with your dad and spencer and so on but I thought I’d do something nice because I love you.” He lifted his head and look at me. I had both hands behind my back and I was smirking. He smiled, “what did u get me?” I put two tickets on the table along with two wristbands. “Baby! You didn’t.” Jordan hugged me tightly and kissed the top of my head. “Coachella is in 2 days and I have nothing packed and I don’t even know what to wear. We gotta go shopping!” Jordan jumped out of his seat grabbing his phone. “Babe, calm down.” I took his phone and set it on the table, “we can go now, let me get my keys.” Jordan was panicking, running his fingers through his hair.

We arrived at the nearest store. Me and Jordan gathered two outfits for the both of us. Jordan got; camouflage joggers, a white t-shirt, black bandana, a red vest, jean shorts, and sunglasses. I had gotten; jean overalls, red crop top, flower crown, bracelets, ripped jeans, plaid button up, and a body chain.

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Jordan Baker - such a flirt

There was no denying Jordan Baker was attractive. And you weren’t the only one who thought that. The only thing is, he was your boyfriend so most girls had issues with you.

Ignoring their looks as you and Jordan walk in the school, you kiss him bye and walk into class, smiling and sitting in the front.

Around an hour into the class, peoples phones start flashing or buzzing, even yours. The teacher didnt care so you flip your phone over and look at the text messages and notifications.

‘Hakie: hey girl, check this video out, it got airdropped’

I clicked the video and a black screen comes up for a second before showing lockers, confused I see that some people are looking at videos too.

Soon the camera moves around the corner and shows a familiar bookbag.

It was Jordan’s.

I see him leaning against the locker talking to some girl I didn’t know. He seemed to be just talking to her and relaxing. I look at the clock on the wall near them and see it was taken right after he dropped me off to class.

I hear the bell ring and scrunch my eyebrows when they don’t move. Jordan looks around as everyone clears the hall and seems to be saying bye. The video cuts and all of a sudden I see Jordan and the girl passionately kissing against the wall. What was weird is that she had him against the wall and his hands were around her waist and ass.

I bite my lip, slightly angry and ask my teacher if I can use the bathroom. I realize everyone is looking at me but I rush out, grabbing my bags and heading to the bathroom. I sit on one of the toilets and rewatch the video. Even though there was a cut and who knows what happened, his hands were all on her and they were kissing.

I cry. There isn’t any other way to put it. I cried and I cried. I cared for Jordan and he did this shit.

I text Hakie

‘Well that’s just a great way to start the day’

The bell rings and I quickly walk back to my class, asking if we had any homework.

“Just read chapter 1 love, and I’m sorry about what Jordan had done” I’m guessing when I left everyone started talking about it. Me and the teacher, mrs. Ina, was very kind.

“It’s ok” I smile and walk out, instead of meeting up with Jordan, I walk right by where he is and turn the corner to get to my class.

“Y/n” you turn around and see Jordan urgently waving at you. You keep walking.

“Y/n!”

“What.” You stop and turn around, glaring at him.

“The video isn’t how it seems”

“Then what the fuck is it, cause it seems like you cheated on me”

“I- she forced herself on me and when she got closer she said she would tell you that we had sex and said we loved eachother”

“And you didn’t trust me enough to believe I wouldn’t think she was telling the truth?!? Thanks Jordan”

Walking to the next class, the day continues with Jordan trying to apologise and explain.

Walking to your car you see that Jordan is leaning against your car.

“Move”

“Not until you let me explain”

“Ok”

“I’m sorry I let her I was scared that you would believe her cause we just got over the girls sliding into my dm’s and I just didn’t want you to deal with it and I’m so sorry and I don’t want to lose you because I love you so much and I just-“

“You what?” I say, shocked but also hopeful

“I...love you”

My eyes water as he looks at the ground, embarrassed.

“Jordan...”

“You don’t have to say it back, I know it’s soon but I really do”

You smile, instantly forgiving him “I love you too Jordan, but that doesn’t mean I like what you did, even if I forgive you”

“I know and I’m so sorry”

You both hug. Th next day you embarrass the girl and she says they set it up and you basically get them cancelled.

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All American Masterlist

J O R D A N   B A K E R

Welcome to the Baker Family

1   |   2

Summary: They will hold hands, eat dinner together, and even have sleepovers. Are they dating? No. Will they just start dating? Who the hell knows.

Did I Win?

Summary: A Beverly girl with parents from Crenshaw. Your whole life just filled with running. Running for your life? Down a field? On a track? Running until your legs give out, quite literally.

S P E N C E R   J A M E S

Shattered

1   |   2  

Summary: Ever wonder what it is like to face death? Maybe a beautiful blue sky and you float on clouds. Paradise, right?

A S H E R A D A M S

Duality and Dichotomy

Summary:

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changes pt. 2 ✨ j. baker

this is so late whoops

requests are open!

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Stop Doubting Yourself - A Jordan Baker Imagine

Sum: Y/N, Jordan’s girlfriend, comforts and assures Jordan throughout all of his doubts and over analyzations on his QB1 position. 

Imagine: 

Jordan is an amazing person and I love him for that. He always looks out for me, he’s caring, sweet, and a good-hearted person. He always looks out for others, which can sometimes be a curse in disguise.

Jordan is so selfless that he forgets to take care of himself.

I know in my heart that he’s an angel but he doesn’t see that.

I know deep inside he doubts himself and questions his worth, especially when it comes to football.

Keep reading

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ALL AMERICAN MASTERLIST

Anything explicit will be marked with a •

Jordan Baker

Imagine Catching Jordan

Imagine Seeing Jordan and Ripley Together Pt. 1

Imagine Going to Crenshaw With Jordan

Imagine Being There For Jordan When He Comes Back

Imagine Jordan Dragging You to a Party

Imagine Meeting Jordan for the First Time

Imagine Jordan Fighting Asher Because He Was Hitting on You

Imagine Olivia Walking in on You and Jordan

Imagine Borrowing Jordans Clothes

Imagine Jordan Flirting With You Even Though Youre Already Dating

Imagine Out-Catching Jordan

Imagine Helping Jordan Study

Imagine Jordan Staring at You

Imagine Finding Out Youre Pregnant with Jordan’s Baby

Only You Y/N | Request

Attack

The Promise Ring

Jordan x Toddler Reader

Reader Fights Someone During Jordan's Game

Request #?

Jordan’s Surprise GF

Jealous Baker

Asher Adams

Imagine Asher Talking to the Recruiters About You

Imagine Asher Goofing Off When You Take Him Out in Public

Imagine Asher Getting Jealous

Imagine Spending the Day at Asher’s House

Imagine Asher Looking at You Like This

Imagine Kissing Asher

Imagine Overhearing Asher Talking About You

Imagine Asher Working Out

Imagine Asher Getting Jealous 2

Imagine Stealing From Asher

Imagine Saying the Words for the First Time

Imagine Asher Worrying About Your Relationship

Imagine Accepting Asher’s Offer

Imagine Adopting a Cat with Asher

Dating Asher Adams Would Include

Meant To Be

Request 1 (specified male reader)

Spencer James

Imagine Spencer Catching You and Olivia After a Run

Imagine Spencer Running Into You

Promise Ring (Request)

JJ Parker

Imagine JJ Showing Off For You

Imagine Fighting with JJ Because of His Habits

Olivia Baker

Imagine Being Best Friends With Olivia But She Thinks That She Is a Bad Influence

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Can you do a imagine that Jordan girlfriend fights someone while the team playing football (All American)

Authors Note: There’s a little bit of language in this, but not tons! Thank you so much for your support. Sorry for the wait but I hope you enjoy!

Being Jordan Bakers girlfriend came with many perks, although it came with its downfalls too. Every moment that the two of you spent alone was almost always sheer perfection. But Jordan was popular and QB1, which meant that in public he was almost always in the spotlight. 

And as his girlfriend, that resulted in you also being in the spotlight. You two were regarded as the power couple who were the definition of couple goals.

Half the population or at least all the females at the school had their eye on Jordan. You could see why of course. Jordan Baker, in your very humble opinion, was the hottest guy in school.

He’d get a million stares, girls coming up to him and literally petting him. Random gifts in his lockers, some girls even claimed he was her girlfriend. OT was terrible, but what could you really do? 

Jordan would try to shut it all down of course, but he couldn't control the whole of Beverly High’s female population. 

You’re at Jordans football game currently, and wearing Jordans jersey as usual. Beverly is up by a single point in the third quarter, the Eagles are fighting to keep the lead.

It’s their ball, Jordan is most likely hoping to hit Asher on a slant. The ball is snapped, it flies right into his large hands and he drops back, his head swirling to look for someone thats open. Asher’s there, streaking down the right of the field. His arm is extended and Jordan hits him, Asher then prances right on in to the end zone.

The crowd erupts into cheers and so do you. You launch up from your seat, praising your boyfriend. “Go Jordan!”

And then a few rows up, you see it. There’s a girl wearing his jersey, bouncing and cheering. It’s a fake jersey. But still.

“I love you Jordan baby!” She screams at the top of her lungs. Her sign is abandoned at her feet because she’s waving something in the air. You start when you realize when you realize what to is.

There was no doubt about it. She had gone into the locker room and broken into his locker. That’s his hoodie, the one that he had worn when he arrived at the field with the team. Jordan always locked his locker, you knew that for a fact. 

Before you can even think about what you're doing you're pushing past people so you can get to the bleacher stairs.

Your mind is flashing you the warning signs, though you aren't acknowledging them per the fact that you push one last person out of the way and there she is. You draw your hand back, and then you sock her in the nose. 

She reels back shocked and the people in the stands around her gasp. She looks up at you, roaring in fury and shock because she knows who you are. SHe’s clutching her nose, blood pours through her fingers. 

“What the h-” She starts to say but her eyes land on your jersey and her fury doubles. “YOU!”

She launches forward, going for your hair with a talon-like grasp. “HE’S MINE!”

How dare she? You move in on her, seeing red. How. Dare. She. Your fight instincts kick in.

Distantly you hear the onlookers chanting, “Fight, fight, fight!”

You use your nails as claws, scratching at her face, arms, anything that you can reach. Her hair that had been flowing freely, is something that you can grab and yank and every time her defenses fo down, you’re quick to throw in a punch.

“You bitch!” You yell at her, just as you’re swept off of your feet. Your elbow flies backwards and collides with something hard.  “Y/N! Y/N!”

It’s Jordans voice you realize, and you calm down in his arms.

The girl is curled up in a corner, glaring at you, two things that seem to totally contradict each other. 

“He’s mine!” She shrieks again.

“Actually, I’m Y/N’s.” Jordan says in her direction and then chuckles down at you. “My little warrior.”

Then for emphasis he bends and kisses you gently.  Coach Baker hollers for his son. Your boyfriend leaves you with one last kiss, his long legs easily carrying him back to the field. 

You turn back to the girl and rip her sign in half, then you grab Jordans hoodie. (You may have to burn the thing because she touched it).

“Hand the jersey over too.”

She's reluctant but everyone on the bleachers is staring at her. 

“You know, on second thought, keep it. It’s fake. Just like you.”

Her face turns even more red if that’s even possible, the crowd ooooohs. You turn on your heel and strut away. Serves her right.

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hi honey! i was wondering if you could please write something with jordan baker where he gives you a promise ring on your anniversary? i saw u mentioned it in one of your jordan works and i think you would write it beautifully 🤍🤍

The Promise Ring | Jordan Baker

Authors Note: Thank you SO much, especially for supporting my blog, it means the world to me!

Jordans fingers are caressing your head, gentle and warm against your scalp. He plays with your hair and massages those certain places that always harbored your headaches.

You’re sitting on top of him, legs on either sides of his thighs. Your face is buried in your neck, just inhaling the smell of him and enjoying the feel of protection and safety that always accompanied your time with your boyfriend.

In the background a show is playing on the tv, though neither of you are paying attention to it because why would you? When you could be fully immersed in him and vice versa.

His head turns slightly and he kisses your temple, his hand slipping down to begin working on your neck. Gentle enough to not hurt you, but firm enough to keep you from dying of laughter.

He’s so gentle with you, always. With his words and his actions.

“You are my home Jordan Baker.” You mumble sleepily into his neck.

His fingers still and very gingerly he asks, “What?”

“You are my home Jordan Baker.” You repeat, sleep beginning to drag you under.

“Hey, look at me!” He whispers excitedly. Pulling you off of him slowly, your head lolls to the side and lands in his palm as he holds you so you can look at him.

Your eyes are so heavy, his hands are so warm.

“Y/N! Look at me, please?”

You try in vain to keep your eyes open, to look into his beautiful brown eyes. Except the day had been long and Jordans presence was only edging you closer to the dark abyss of sleep.

You feel him shift under you, and then somehow you’re lying on your back with Jordan hovering over you with the most beautiful smile on his face. His eyes have this light in them that wakes you up, just enough to be able to comprehend the situation.

“I have something for you.”

“Jordy,” you whine at him, draping your arms around his neck and pulling in an attempt to pull him into you. He consents and lowers himself so that the two of you are chest to chest but he stays on his elbows so he can properly look at you.

“My birthday isn’t for two months and I told you the only thing I want is you.”

“You have me! But you’ll like this I promise. Are you awake enough to handle this?”

You whine and crane your neck in an attempt to give him a kiss. Jordan relents and gives you a gentle lingering kiss before he pulls back and jumps off the sofa.

“I’ll be right back!”

He darts off towards the stairs and despite the drowsiness, your curiosity is getting the best of you so you prop yourself up and stare in the direction in which your boyfriend had gone.

A minute later he comes sprinting down the stairs, almost slipping on the bottom stair but catching himself on the railing at the last second.

He hops over the back of the couch and lands with a plop next to you. He gathers your hands in his, and then kisses your right knuckles.

“I love you. You are my world. You give me purpose and strength, and you bring out the best in me. I know, that I can talk to you about anything. That you’ll never judge or berate me and that you love me for me. You are such an integral part of my life, and I would be lost without you.”

The idea of sleep has now entirely left your brain because now tears are welling at the corners of your eyes. It happened every time that Jordan would tell you such things, and every time it hit just as hard.

“The other day, it just hit me. That I needed to show you just how much I love you. And this is the perfect way.”

He reaches behind him, and pulls out a black velvet box. He takes your hand, flips it so your palm is facing upwards and then places it there.

“Open it beautiful.”

Slowly you crack the box open, and inside sits a beautiful silver band with one small diamond.

“Jordan...” You whisper.

“Look at the inside sweetheart.”

You cautiously pluck the ring from the box and look at the inside. Inside is the day the two of you became official, inscribed in a beautiful font. Followed by the initials of the two of you.

“Oh Jordan...” You whisper, the tears now falling freely. You sniffle. “Nobody has ever... you are just... i...”

He doesn’t expect you to speak, just takes the ring from you and slides it onto your ring finger. It fits perfectly, and you knew that your boyfriend had spent ridiculous amount of time acquiring the perfect ring.

You stare at the ring, shining on your finger, then at him and launch yourself at him. You arms fly around his neck and you sob a sob of happiness.

“You are my home too Y/N. Forever and always.”

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Imagine Jordan Dragging You To A Party

Jordan was dragging you to one of Ashers parties.

“It’ll be fun!” He had told you, but you were quiet and parties weren’t your scene.

And now here you were, stepping out of Jordan’s car and heading towards Asher’s house. Jordan had his arm slung around your shoulders and was bobbing his head to the pounding music that was coming from the house.

He pushes open the gate and is immediately met with hands reaching out to do that boy handshake with Jordan.

You shy away and practically melt into his arms.

He leans over and kisses the side of your head, pulling you towards an empty lawn chair. He tugs off his shirt and then looks at you expectantly.

“No Jordan,” You murmur, your voice gets drowned out by the loud base and you spot Asher standing on the balcony rapping along with the song.

He shrugs and kisses you again, picking up a football and proceeding to tossing the ball to JJ. They start up a game of catch, laughing and joking.

Jordan kept pulling off tricks and then glancing at you for your reaction, but you’d pulled out a book and were only half watching him. Now, he holds the football in one hand and holds his hands out to the side, winking at you.

He looked good, sure. But you still hated this party.

You’d gotten so caught up in your book that you hadn’t noticed Jordan sneaking up behind you.

He grabs you by the waist and tosses you into the pool. You force yourself up to air, just to be splashed as Jordan cannonballs in after you.

You squeal and wipe your hair from your eyes. “Jordan!” You yell as he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

“Y/N!” He mocks.

He kisses you and pulls you closer and suddenly you don’t hate the party quite as much.

He pulls one of your hands away from his neck and kisses the promise ring that he had given you for your anniversary a few weeks ago.

“I love you.” He says softly and you smile at him.

“Get a room!” JJ yells and throws the football at the two of you.

You laugh and bury your head in Jordan’s shoulder.

“Want to get out of here?” He asks.

“About damn time!” You say and you pull him out of the pool.