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𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐂:

⇨ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄!

-> to which you’re his bestfriend’s lover, but that doesn’t stop him from getting what he wants.

[🕷️] warnings: mature themes, mentions of alcohol, mature language, sex, fingering, kissing, infidelity, Armando is a shit friend!

Authors note: First time writing smut in a long time. Bear with it. Let me know if you guys want a Part Two!

Minors DNI.

The mini tavern was bustling with energy as people chattered away, drinks and drinks flooding the tables. People felt free the more alcohol they took, letting the drug overpower their body as their conscious state slowly fades into a drunken mess. The shouts would the house, the rough echoing of the footsteps along the wooden floor were the main sounds of the room due to the groups high excitement.

However, one man was not in the same mood as the others. Focused on something else.

Armando’s deep, brown eyes were in a trance as you walked across the room, glistening in mesmerisation as you began to sit down next to your boyfriend. He could tell you wasn’t happy, the spark in your eyes being no more from the start of the relationship where he first was introduced to you. Your lack of interest in your boyfriend’s conversation with another man. Initially, you both didn’t really talk. He just nodded to you and then whisked your boyfriend away for a “private conversation”. You hoped for more of a reaction from your lovers best friend, disappointed by the plain, uninterested response from him.

You came to the conclusion that he didn’t like you. But, that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

He loathed your boyfriend, believing he didn’t deserve to be with someone like you. You were innocent, loving and was worth way more than someone who constantly disrespected you. On his mind 24 hours a day, obsessive thought clouded his mind. He couldn’t fathom how amazing you were as a person.

Unfortunately, you didn’t see it yourself.

Snapping back into the room, Armando notices you sitting there alone. Sick and tired of your boyfriend’s mistreatment, he decides to walk over to you and sit by your side.

“Where did he go?” Armando asks while taking a sip of his drink, preparing to be slightly amused by whatever excuse you’re going to use for his disappearance. However, something is different. You look at him with a lack of love in your eyes, your face clearly tired as you succumb to your emotions of disappointment. “I don’t even know.” Y/N exhales.

Silence fills the moment between you two for a minute before the male opens his mouth, “Why are you still with him?”

This clearly catches the girl off guard, shocked by the lack of loyalty from the leader who preaches devotion to his followers and workers. Nevertheless, Y/N responds to him. “I don’t know anymore.”

Armando scoffs, rolling his eyes at your answer. However, an expression of pity seems to cascade down his face. “I could be better than him mi cariña.”

Y/N looks up at him in shock, the man you thought who hated you just confessed his longing of wanting to replace your lover. The male stood up, casting a shadow over you as he blocked out the dim, warm light illuminating from the lantern which hung off the ceiling. He held out his hand,

“Come.”

[🕷️]

The red, velvet sheets comforted you as you slightly exhaled at the little touches of his lips that littered all over your body, they savoured every crevice of your smooth skin, holding you close, not wanting to let you go. Your back slightly arched at the feeling of his hand helping his lips explore your body, the cold touch contrasting with the warm sensation that was now growing in your body making the tiny hairs on your body stand up.

He watches your reaction, captivated by the way your body responds to him. He dips his head and takes your right nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before biting down on it softly causing you to gasp at the feeling. “You like that?”

“Mhm..”

He continues to tease and caress your breasts, alternating between rough and gentle touches to gauge which one you prefer. He moves his hand slowly down to the waistband of your pants, before slowly stopping and looking into your lustful eyes. “Am i allowed?” He asks, his smooth mexican accent filled with desire.

“Please do..” you whisper to him, biting your lip in eagerness as you want him to please you more. He wastes no time. His hands move lower and lower before slipping underneath your panties, slowly sliding them off you and throwing them onto the floor. Finding your clit, he starts rubbing it gently, increasing his pressure as he feels it pulsating at his touch. “Fuck..”

His hand moves faster and faster as he feels you getting wetter, his own desire growing stronger by the second. Leaning in, he kisses you fiercely his tongue invading your mouth as you moan into it, running your hands slowly through his hair.

He slips one finger in. Then two.

You gasp at the bold move, moaning slightly as he stretches you out. The warmth in you increases as you become closer and closer to the edge. He begins to move his fingers in and out, you justices coating his tan, slim fingers as they hit that special spot inside of you repeatedly that has you squirming underneath him.

“F-fuck, i’m so close.” “Oh my god!” Your endless babbling at the pleasure brings music to his ears, smiling down at you as you come close to your orgasm. “That’s it baby..”

The male then goes straight back down to your neck, sucking on your delicate skin to create purple and red marks while he continues to finger you. This causes you to see stars, that being the final straw which causes you to cum all over his fingers, your juices dripping down them as your toes curl. “Fucking hell..”

“This night isn’t over yet.”

Oh fuck.

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hiii (: can you do a armando headcanon on how he acts if he has a crush on you?

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍 -> HOW HE WOULD ACT WHEN HAVING A CRUSH ON YOU.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊!𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐎𝐂 (Y/N BURNETT)

[🕷️] warning: mature language, use of weapons, mention of a inappropriate lifestyle (cartel), family issues, mention of abandonment, Armando is going to be a little aggressive.

[🕷️] Authors note: Hope you enjoy!

[🕷️] 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔:

-> When he first saw you at the house with Kelly and Dorn when his father brought him there, he was attracted to you.

-> You obviously hated him of course, he tried to kill your father a couple years back.

-> However, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. There was something different.

-> You had beautiful curly hair, your coils being tight forming a C-shape. Your eyes were a deep, dark brown while your lips were full and two toned.

-> He noticed the similarities between you and your dad, however, you was more the serious one out of the two. You hardly cracking that many jokes while your dad was sitting there laughing at life.

-> Maybe that’s partly his fault as you was a LOT more tense around him, not taking your eye off the male wherever he went.

-> was that a sense of attraction too though?

[🕷️] 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔:

-> when he first spoke to you, he was rude.

-> you was ranting to Mike about the potential dangers of being here which resulted in an argument with your Dad when he failed to listen to your side. However, he eventually got you to calm down and hear him out.

-> “She better be calm.”

-> “What the fuck did you just say?”

-> So, it did not go off to a great start.

-> Eventually, he got little sentences out of you. Whether that was making you explain the plan from the top to him again or to explain how to work something. He was always asking you questions. You eventually got sick of his persistence to talk to you,

-> Do you ever stop fucking talking?!”

-> That pissed him off. However, he couldn’t really allow himself to somehow retaliate, only feeling a sense of frustration yet guilt for your reaction towards him.

-> “Perdóname. I simply just wanted to know how my father was like before i came into the picture.”

-> That silenced you, the sentiment coming from out his mouth that you thought be was incapable of doing. Apologising, you decide to give him a chance.

-> “He was…”

[🕷️] 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐔𝐓:

-> this was the worst part for him.

-> he’s not a man to actually crave a relationship with a girl, especially to ask them out. they usually come flocking to him.

-> however, he found himself unable to hide his feelings for you. finding that one person who actually completes him fully and makes his day. he hates you for it.

-> it reminds him of his dysfunctional family. his father and his mother and how they were ok too of the world before his father sold his mother away. the perfect couple destroyed by a deadly betrayal leading to a web of lies and ultimately where he is today.

-> it would be a conflicting battle for him to eventually come to grips with his feelings. yet, i think he would be unable to verbally say them so he would have to write his emotions down in a letter.

-> the letter would be a symphony of words coming from his realisation of how and why he is the way he is, descending down to his feelings for you. the passion burning through the piece of paper as you take a journey through his hectic life.

-> the battle of abandonment issues to his anger for the world.

-> how could you really say no to his confession?

[🕷️] 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:

-> he would take you to a fancy restaurant.

-> initially Armando would want to impress you and show you the ways of his impressive cartel connections before he was eventually caught and forced to leave it behind.

-> he would at first treat you as any random girl, thinking you would be impressed at the high calibre restaurant. but you wanted more than that.

-> you wanted the child Armando, the little kid inside who was unable to express himself as he had no-one to confide in. You wanted to see the things he enjoyed.

-> Then he took you to a park. Your “real” date.

-> It has street vendors of all the Mexican food you could think of, showing you the happiness and flavours of his culture.

-> This was the man you wanted to see.

🫶🫶

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

[🕷️] 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

• Toxic!Armando traits in a relationship.

• Armando as a boyfriend: the 5 love languages!

[🕷️] 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒:

• the unwanted man

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𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂!𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒/𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏.

-> some toxic things he may do as the leader of the Aretas Cartel.

-> warnings: manipulation: mention of toxic relationships, mention of degradation, mention of throwing things, mention of unstable relationships, slight mention of dumbification (I do not glorify these things.)

authors note: please reblog and like if you enjoyed this! please request down below as well. This has obviously been exaggerated and fabricated for entertainment, i’ve taken his character to a more “toxic” angle. I do not agree that his character is wholly like this or WILL do this.

[🕷️] 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

-> he would definitely not answer your texts until late at night. You could message him good morning and he would either:

respond with a dry text or not text you back until 6 hours have passed and he finally has free time.

-> i don’t think he does it to you on purpose but his life is so fast paced that he doesn’t really have time to really engage with your “useless” texts. He has much bigger things to concentrate on which is running the cartel and carrying out hits, there are plenty more girls out there who want him.

-> if you ever called him out on this, he would definitely twist it back on you and explain his lifestyle or just simply ghost you again until he’s bored or misses you.

-> he’s definitely a “you chose me knowing what i do” type of person.

-> god forbid if you ever ghost him over text though. He’s definitely popping up at your house and questioning you, initially speaking in an accusatory tone before eventually apologising (kind of), about his distant behaviour.

-> however, i don’t think he means to ghost you for as long as he does. He genuinely gets caught up in his work and is one to blow up when engaging with confrontation which is why he tends to ghost you as a way to not lose you.

-> because what would you rather want him to do? hurt your feelings in an argument? because trust me, you don’t want to argue with him.

[🕷️] 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:

-> 100% reactive.

-> He would go from 0 to 100 in a second depending on what you say. Ever mention his family and it’s over.

-> he was literally manipulated by his mother and has daddy issues. definitely not good if you mention them.

-> he would insult every single inch of you, degrading you to the point of where you have no self confidence left.

-> i also think, he may have a tendency to become violent if he really goes off the edge. It may be hard for him to get to that point, (you would really have to piss him off) but he may punch things or throw things while screaming at you in order to scare you.

-> this would be very common and not out of the ordinary as he has saw his own mother brutally die in front of him, violently fighting his dad also.

-> the words he would call you would be so hurtful they would make you think deep into the night when going sleep.

-> the attack on your character, you look, body shape and personality would have you questioning your whole identity and would make you succumb to his insults. Maybe causing you to change the way you act or look just to please him.

-> you’re definitely the one apologising first after an argument.

[🕷️] 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

-> “to handle or control something in a skilful manner.”

-> after how he was emotionally manipulated by his mother, who set him up to train for his whole life, to kill a man he thought betrayed her but in actuality was his father would mess him up DIFFERENTLY.

-> he WOULD not let that happen again.

-> he would have some manipulative tendencies that would’ve stemmed from his mother where he was switch a situation back on you,

-> For Example:

-> Let’s say you saw him flirting with a girl at a party you two were both at. If you brought it up to him afterwards he would automatically flip it on you suggesting that: “You’re too insecure,” “He doesn’t have time for this”, “This conversation is pointless”, or even “Can he not live a life outside his dangerous work?”

-> You’re not winning an argument with him.

-> by the end of this relationship, your mind is definitely just focused on him. the emotional manipulation taking a toll on you to the point where he can do no wrong.

-> he would 100% love that, his woman who is just a complete supporter, doesn’t question him and he can use her for his own use? great.

-> however, he would definitely get bored of this and dump you to move onto the next. wanting more of a challenge.

-> he only wanted the self-satisfaction of manipulating you so he could forget how he was easily manipulated.

he’s too fine😍

jacobscipio Bad Boys BTS pack kickin and a gouging in the blood and the mud and the beer

check it out guys!!!

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄!!

-> where he sees an unwanted man bothering you at the bar and decides to step in.

[🕷️] warnings: mature language, presence of guns, mention of violence, mention of alcohol.

[🕷️] authors note: this is my first time writing an imagine after three years so bear with me!! please reblog and like if you enjoy!

It was a cool day in nighttime of Miami, the sky cascades with elements of black and dark purple as the day descends into the night. You walked into the club, Zillion, and a stone of lights automatically attacks your eyes. The neon colours and the loud music hits your ears as swarms of people dance around you.

Your friends encouraged you to come out with them for once as you always stay at home, loving the peace and comfort of your own house. However, you felt guilty neglecting them and decided to accept their offer.

“Isn’t this fun!”, your best friend, Selina squeals.

You try push out a smile but you can’t help but still not feel the excitement that runs throughout the cramped room. “This isn’t my vibe, i want to go home already.” You sigh, feeling an aching sensation in the side of your head.

Nevertheless, your friends drags you to a tiny booth, having a small table with a bucket of ice and champagne placed on it. They start dancing to the music a little bit while deciding what they’re going to drink, completely hypnotised by the energy surging throughout the room. You just stand there, trying to loosen up a bit.

Your eyes scan the room, looking over the crowd of people on the dance floor before landing on a balcony on the upper floor. The VIP section. Interested, you observe the people there noticing flamboyant men with chains and clearly a lot of wealth. Sleazy women were scattered around them as they entertained useless conversations and presented flattery to the men. However, there was one particular man who was sitting there, a glass of whiskey and ice in his hand, completely zoned out.

You was fascinated. From your angle you could only see certain details of him. He wore a black silk shirt and ripped jeans, his lips were full, pink and glossy with his right eyebrow having a scar stripped through it. His tan skin shone in the neon lights, the club lights flattering his skin as the purple light compliments his cool undertones.

He was clearly uninterested in the girls around him, his scowl present on his face as he ignores the countless efforts of conversations around him.

Time goes by and you lose focus of everything going around you: eyes glued onto him. Everything seemed to stand still, the world no longer being important unless-

“Hey! What you looking at?” One of your friends shout from across the booth, snapping you out of ogling of the mysterious man. “Nothing. It’s fine.”

“Okay well, can you get us some drinks from the bar? I want a vodka with coke and some shots for the table, get whatever you want it’s on me!” She shouts over the defeaning music, shooing me away.

“Looks like i have no choice,” I sigh.

Walking over to the bar, i sit on one of the wooden stools, waiting for a bartender to approach me. Tapping the table out of habit, i feel a presence behind me. “Hey pretty lady, what’s your name?” The unknown man whispers, i feel his hot breath on my ear, causing me to shiver.

“I don’t have a name.” I groan, not even bothering to turn around and engage with the clearly drunken man, already over with the situation. He sits down beside me nevertheless. “Everyone has a name angel, come on.. tell me.” His alcoholic breath floods my nose, i squirm at the thought of the amount of alcohol he’s consumed.

His hand reaches over to my hair, tucking it behind my ear which now causes me to turn to his direction but move my head back in retaliation from the bold move. “I said i don’t have one, leave me alone.”

Out of nowhere, he grabs my face and forces me to look at him. “Don’t make me ask again.” The force he inflicts on my face causes my eyes to water, unable to say anything due to the man’s blind rage, i try repeatedly tapping his arm to let go of me but the alcohol has clouded his sense of judgement.

A whistle is then heard behind the man. “Let go.”

I look up and it’s the same man i noticed sitting at the VIP booth, he holds a silver glock to creep’s head, his face undistinguishable. Moving to the man’s ear he whispers, “don’t make me have to tell you twice,” his accent thick and heavy.

The man instantly lets go of my face, clearly shaking at not only the presence of the foreign man but the gun to his head as well. I sit there in shock, my eyes flickering from man to man, frozen as to what’s going to happen next.

“Now you’re going to apologise to this pretty lady and leave this club, don’t let me see you again or i will kill you.” He states casually, before swiftly putting the man into a headlock, keeping the gun in the same position. “Trust me, i’ll make sure i’ll do it slow and painfully too.” He holds him down harder before letting him go, the drunken man chokes out and wheezes before running out of the club side to side due to his incompetent state.

The foreign man now turns to me, a slight smirk on his face. “The names Armando. The drinks are on me.”

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[🕷️] 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒!

[🕷️] 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄:

🕷️ - He would be very keen on spending time together one on one especially during his time in the cartel where it’s unknown if there will be another tomorrow.

🕷️- I think he would love staying inside his villa with you and enjoying a nice home meal while watching a movie.

🕷️- He would love giving you self defence lessons and training you in the gym, especially since that’s his element. This man would have a whole training and diet plan already made for you.

🕷️- Armando would try take you out every now and then, maybe to go shopping or for a nice dinner just to give you a feeling of a relatively normal life. He wouldn’t do this often though, probably only doing this for anniversaries as he wouldn’t want to place you in any danger.

🕷️- He would enjoy coming back home after some business he had to handle whether that was securing a deal or carrying out an execution, to see you sleeping in your shared bed. This would give him a sense of security and also spend some quality time of sleeping together.

[🕷️] 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇:

🕷️- He would not be someone to do public display of affection. The thought of someone seeing him be vulnerable with you would probably cause trouble.

🕷️- The only display of affection he would do would be longing stares at you if you walk past him, sneaky winks or he would hold your fingertips as you talk to him, making sure to hold eye contact with you.

🕷️- It would be a struggle at first to make him initiate affection as he grew up without parents. An incarcerated mother and a dad he grew up to hate? A whole lot of issues.

🕷️- However, he would eventually warm up to the idea.

🕷️-Behind closed doors, he would love wrapping his arms around you and hugging you as it gives him the satisfaction of protecting you.

🕷️- He would also love giving you slow, passionate kisses. (depending on his mood) The type to make you and him both, longing for more.

🕷️- however if he’s angry, you already know he’s going to be grabbing your face and forcing you into a heated, passionate kiss. His hands exploring your body as he releases his frustrations.

[🕷️] 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

🕷️- He would openly compliment your superficial things such as your clothes, hair or makeup.

🕷️- However, getting something beneath the surface level for him would be tough.

🕷️- He’s overly critical and cynical of the world, believing evil things happen to everyone and that you never really know someone’s true self.

🕷️- However, his perception quickly changed when he met you.

🕷️- You showed him something different, a breath of fresh air. He loved the way you carried yourself, holding yourself with grace but not hesitant to assert yourself.

🕷️- One day he would say, “I really admire your character baby.”

🕷️- You would look at him in shock, not hearing those words before and quite frankly caught off guard at his sensitive words. Nevertheless you would smile and reply, “I learnt it all from you.”

[🕷️] 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄

🕷️- This wouldn’t really be a big one for him.

🕷️- I believe he would expect you to be able to do things for yourself, he wouldn’t be able to care for you, himself and his cartel as well. He would get frustrated at your lack of ability to be able to care for yourself.

🕷️- However, if you ever get hurt or sick you can bet on it that he’s taking care of you.

🕷️- He wouldn’t let anyone help you, only him.

🕷️- He would change your dressings or help you take your medication. Even bring you soup for your sore throat.

🕷️- He would help clean up around the bedroom and help you do basic tasks again.

🕷️- He has maids for the rest, so what’s the point.

[🕷️] 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆:

🕷️- Armando wouldn’t really get you surprise gifts, he would much prefer to give you money and allow you to buy your own.

🕷️- He would surprise you with an amount of cash and then you can buy what you want.

🕷️- Sometimes he’ll come back with a new necklace for you that has his initials or the name of his cartel, just to let other know that you’re claimed.

🕷️- If it was your birthday, you can bet the whole mansion would be decorated and there would be a private jet awaiting you, ready to take you on a holiday resort.

He’s the right age. He’s crazy like me. He’s ruthless like me. He’s fearless like me. He’s the fucked-up me. 

he’s so fine omg.

Jacob Scipio and Will Smith in Bad Boys for Life (2020, dir. Adil El Arbi, Bilall Fallah)

- obsessed with the concept of reader having coryo wrapped around her finger. he’d never admit it of course but he was aware of the downright visceral reaction he had when you’d look up at him with those big doe eyes, lips pouty as you’d twirl a lock of your hair round and round your finger. so it can’t be his fault that he zones out, glazed eyes seeming to focus on your mouth but not actually taking in a word you’re saying. if he’d simply paid attention he’d see the deviant spark in your eyes, your clenched posture. you ramble on about your own agenda, you go on prettily with the lilt of false self consciousness about your ideas for the capitol, better ways for things to be run. he steps into your space, blue eyes intense and hungry - impatient - so of course you have to make your move. ‘what do you think, coryo? is it a good idea?’

he could be agreeing to anything - cancelling the games, giving the districts more freedom - and he’d have no idea. he’d backed you up against the wall now, narrow hips slotting against your own. ‘whatever you want, my love,’ he’d murmur, already kissing at the edge of your jaw. if only he could see the power hungry smirk your throwing over his shoulder, the cogs of your brain already turning towards your next move.

jester of darkness | shuri udaku x psychiatrist!reader

summary: reader thinks that she can help the most notorious patient, shuri udaku, known as the queen of crime. however, while she thinks she is helping, she doesn’t even realize how far she has been pulled from reality.

cw: smut (18+), joker!shuri, mentions of mental illness, toxic (in a harley/joker way), angst-with semi fluff ending

a/n: i’m happy to know y’all enjoyed last post, here is sum that is equally meh but took a while to write <3

“absolutely not, i get it, you were top of your class and you were excellent during your residency, but you’re not grasping-

your boss was cut off by jessica, his secretary, bursting into his office. “tana has resigned,” she said, as the young woman could be heard crying hysterically.

he sighed, glancing back at you. “fine, but if you even seem overwhelmed in the slightest bit, i’m reassigning you,” he said, handing over the file, he rubbed his temple, as you left before he changed his mind.

you were happy, all of your hard work was paying off, temporarily having to work at a small facility, you eventually were able to make it to the major leagues — the maximum security facility that kept all of the mentally ill criminals you could think of.

the patient you had been wanting to take up for months was the notorious shuri udaku. she was a mobster with maniac tendencies, known as the queen of crime. she had been able to escape the facility numerous times, one of them being months before when you’d been hired. however, your boss had been hesitant about handing her over, she was calculative and a master manipulator, and very few were safe in her presence.

you sat in your car, during your lunch break, reading through her file, slowly munching on the sour candy. you’d usually wait until the following day to look into new patients, but you were burning with curiosity. you kept glancing at her photo, she didn’t have any makeup on, compared to when she was breaking the law, and it showed her natural beauty.

the next morning, you found yourself back parked in front of the facility. you drank your entire cup of coffee, before anxiously entering the building. everyone’s eyes followed you, knowing which patient you’d be taking up.

“y/n, are you sure you want to do this? i can have someone take over-

“thank you, but i have everything under control, you’ll know if i need you” you reassured your boss, before heading towards the doors, where security checked you, letting you enter shortly after.

she sat quietly, her head down, as you slowly approached, the only noise heard was the clinking of your heels. pulling the loud chair out, you sat upright, opening the file, clearing your throat to begin.

“hello miss udaku, i am doctor l/n, i am your new psychiatrist, replacing doctor howard,” you said, as she looked up at you.

“shuri is fine”

“well, shuri, how has your day been so far?”

“it’s gotten better since seeing your face, sweets. i haven’t seen you here before, are you new?”

“am i, if you don’t mind me asking-

“sweets, let’s get to know each other better before you dive into those fancy questions”

“okay, tell me about yourself,” you said, but she chuckled, with one move the handcuffs were knocked off of her hands.

“shh, let’s not make a move, it’ll be our little secret, we must first learn the rules, sweets,” she reached out, keeping your body facing her.

“rules?” you asked nervously, you were afraid to move. she grazed her hand across your own, you sat frozen.

“first, know your place, second, always be respectful but don’t expect the same, and three, the jester must remain loyal to their queen, do you understand sweets?” she asked calmly, but something about the questions scared you, you found yourself nodding rapidly. you didn’t understand what she meant in the slightest, but she was intimidating.

a large smile covered her face, before she sneakily reached across tapping your chin. “now, how about you tell me about yourself, sweets,” she leaned back, crossing her legs as you began to talk.

as weeks passed, the paranoia once at the back of your mind was gone. you felt comfortable around shuri, as she would talk with you. even your boss felt progress happening, he claimed you were her longest-standing psychiatrist. you felt a difference in her, and secretly, you found yourself becoming attracted to her.

“good morning shuri,” you smiled, but it dropped noticing the faint frown.

“is something wrong?”

“i didn’t sleep too much last night,” she told you, tracing the table.

“tell me all about it when you’re ready,” you said, opening the file, prepared to make notes.

“i like you sweets, more than the others”

“i like you too shuri”

“your beauty is immeasurable, i struggled to sleep, longing to see you again,” she said, making your jaw clench. standing abruptly, you grabbed your things. “i need a restroom break,” you called out, waiting for the guards to open the door.

in the restroom, you stared at yourself in astonishment. you could feel the progress happening, you hoped it was happening. everyone bragged about how much tolerable she had become over the weeks. you didn’t understand where this was coming from, sure, she was flirtatious, but you worried this was manipulation.

“i thought you left me,” she told you, as you sat back down.

“no, of course not, i had to run to the restroom,” you reassured her.

“i’ve been on my best behavior these days to see you, everyday sweets”

“i know, i’m glad, i enjoy seeing you as well”

“sweets, let’s cut the act”

“what act? shuri, what a-

“i was born at night, but certainly not last night,” she laughed.

“wha-

“did you think i wouldn’t notice your lingering eyes, the cleavage you began to show, how you lean towards me the entire time, i could go on, i would be upset at your boldness, if i didn’t want you to all myself, sweets,” she grinned, sitting back in the chair.

“i’m sorry-

“this is what i want you to do for me, if you’re a good girl then you’ll be rewarded, okay sweets? i need a gun, preferably by next week-

“y/n, times up” the guard announced, making you stand. you kept eye contact with her, as she blew a soft kiss at you, spreading her legs.

that night you tossed and turned. you dreamed about her, as you fell in and out of your slumber. you couldn’t go through with her directions, you’d be crazy. well, you did as she asked. she became bolder with her remarks, causing you to burn more and more with lustful desires.

on that said day, after sneaking her the weapon. within hours, her goons had hijacked security, and had physically broken in. they were in and out within minutes, leaving the realization that you had fucked up in mind.

played wasn’t the right word for how you felt, although still true. shuri was back to her typical activities, always on the news, while you were left behind to pick up the pieces. you were heartbroken, your trust was broken, and you’d put your career on the line. thankfully, for some reason, security couldn’t find the clip of you sneaking in, you were able to go on like nothing happened.

“are you sure you don’t want to go out with us? you’ll have fun,” matthew, a coworker, asked. he lived in the same apartment complex and felt it would be safer to walk you home, especially with shuri on the streets.

“i’ll be okay, thank you for offering,” you told him, waving as you entered your home. immediately, upon shutting the door, a hand went to your mouth, pulling you away from the door. soon the light flicked on, and shuri stood behind you, her gloved hand to your mouth, with her goon by the door.

“i’ll give you some privacy, boss,” he said, leaving you both alone. when shuri released you, you turned, pushing her away.

“get out, now,” you told her, backing away. she had a grin on her lips, as her eyes racked up and down your figure. “i missed you my sweets,” she started. her words triggered the waterworks to fall, the nerve of her, you thought.

“get out shuri”

“aht, rule one, in case you forgot, know your place”

“don’t start, leave, or i’ll call the police”

“two, always be respectful but don’t expect the same”

“shuri stop”

“and three, the jester must remain loyal to their queen”

“i’m not your clown,”

“but you are, and we are almost at the grand finale sweets”

“i thought of you every day,” she continued.

“yeah, i’m sure you did, did you come back to use me again?” you spat, wiping your eyes. she pulled her gun from the holster, and sat it on the coffee table, approaching. “you think i lied to you, huh sweets?” she asked angrily, cornering you.

“i know you did, now leave joker,” you spat, hoping your words hurt as bad as her actions. she smirked, her hands moving to the sides of your head, “i missed you badly my sweets,” she confessed, hardly above a whisper. closing her eyes, she pressed her lips against your own, smearing the dark-colored lipstick all over your mouth.

pushing her backward, she moved until by the sofa, where she lay. unbuttoning her dress shirt, she squeezed your ass as you sat in her lap. nibbling at your neck, you threw your head back as she cuffed your breast. “who’s your friend?” she asked you, making you stop. was she jealous? this was new. “he’s only a coworker, he’s married,” you explained, sitting up, pulling your top from over your head, your full cups to jiggle at the movement.

her warm mouth quickly latched on, tending to both areola’s. she groaned, aroused, as you panted, holding her close. standing, you kicked shoes then pants off, shuri following suit. pulling you back close, she trailed her hand down your back, throwing her head back.

your dripping cunt, sitting right above her own, rubbed harshly every time you moved, resulting in blissful hissing. you didn’t realize what you did to her, until that moment. the concentration she held, holding your hips, guiding you, as you began tribbing, it was a sight to behold.

she held a handful of your ass, unraveling at the sight of your bouncing breast. ‘how can she be so perfect’ she thought. you held her smaller breast, biting your lip, as you grinded against her. “fuck, shuri, you’re making me so wet,” you cried out. the sound of skin slapping was louder than your low moans.

“make a mess on me sweets, i want all of it,” she grunted, holding you close.

“i’m gonna cum, please make me cum puddin’, fuck,” you cried out, the macaroni noise wasn’t as overpowering as the feeling it gave. she was creating a natural high in you, your toes curled, legs slightly shaking, as the orgasm was coming closer.

“sweets, you’re making me wet, i’m close,” she announced.

“cum for me puddin’, we can cum together”

after the hysterics, you laid on top of her, panting as she caressed your ass. “i did miss you sweets, i didn’t lie to you”

“you didn’t lie, but it was so easy for you to leave me as if i were nothing”

“it wasn’t but-

“sh,” you hurriedly covered her mouth. she confusedly looked at you, but you silently made shush movements, before pointing. “i never have guests,” hearing the words, shuri pushed you to the side, standing, carefully getting dressed.

“who is it?”

“y/n, security was able to find out how joker escaped,” it was your boss.

“yeah, how was that?”

“udaku didn’t have any access to any weaponry until, after her daily visit with you, she’s gotten to you,” he said.

“i don’t know what you’re accusing me of, but you can stop right there”

“we already have proof, due to your degree, and astounding record, prosecutors have come up with an alternative instead of jail time for you,” he continued. turning around, your heart dropped, realizing shuri was gone.

“what is the alternative?”

“you are a high risk now, possibly with connections to her, you will become a patient with us or accept the jail time,” he said, as you opened the door. tears drenched your face as you surrendered, she hurt you again, pretending to want you, only to use you.

being at the facility, on the other side, as a patient, you finally understood the anger of many there. you went from being adored to frowned at, insulted, roughly handled, and lastly, with the pills they shoved down your throat, and the shock treatments they insisted you needed, they were making you into a complete psychotic mess.

today was a boring day, you managed to beg your way into getting a radio. they’d only allow you music on certain days, and music alone. you sat in the bed, legs crossed as you wrote in your diary.

you're mine

and we belong together

yes, we belong together

for eternity

you could hear screaming, but assumed it was coming from your mind. until an actual bomb exploded, bursting the door open. people, who looked like a swat team entered, shooting all guards in sight. two approached you, as one placed a saw on the door, allowing it to break the lock. you had moved into the corner of your cell, as the other person approached. ripping off the helmet and mask, you were surprised to see shuri.

she smiled, approaching you, pulling you into her embrace. “i won’t leave you again my sweets”

“puddin’,” you wanted to cry, while this was crazy for most, this was romantic in her world. you had become much like her, accepting her world, and you were fine with the repercussions if it meant you could be with her.

“let’s get you out of here sweets”

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BTS Headcanon - confessing to you

— reaction: you wearing a bonnet — headcanon: you having a lot of friends

a/n: thank you so much for requesting it, babes. I turned this one into a headcanon, I hope you don't mind <3

kim seokjin

the confident nervous dichotomy

he says he has something important to tell

you can clearly tell that he's nervous

fidgets a lot, and gesticulate more than usual when talking

but puts his confident man suit

his trick to confessing is not thinking he can fail, even if his hands are shaking

min yoongi

the firm serious

takes you to a nice restaurant

prepared a little speech for you

he doesn't show that he's nervous as hell

as soon as he takes your hand in his, you know where he's leading to

makes it clear that you don't have to feel pressure at any point

jung hoseok

the giggly nervous duality

you two are joking around as always

he blurts out an 'i love you'

you think he's joking until you see his expression

he's nervous yet expectative

he then says he actually meant it

kim namjoon

the cute stutter

he's been kind of out all week, you figure is just tired from work

until one day he sits you down and confesses, kind of

at first he mumbles and stutters a bit, you think is pretty cute

but takes a deep breath to calm himself down

tries to confess with a straight face, but giggles at the end

park jimin

the soft serious

he's on the phone with you, talking about life

he makes a point of the importance of people on his life

he eventually says that he wants you to have a romantic role on his life

you can tell he's been thinking about it for quite a while

tells you to think it over, and that wants you in his life no matter your answer

kim taehyung

the flirty

he absolutely adores the friendship you two have

he eventually develops feelings for you

he increases the flirty vibes the more he's into you

it gets to a point where you can already tell

but he confesses to you anyway

jeon jungkook

the unexpected

he has a difficult time expressing his feelings into words

but as soon as he realizes he likes you, he's not gonna let that stop him

so he puts his heart into music

he sends the file to you, afraid of the face to face

he hopes the surprise doesn't sink in much, and you can appreciate the lyrics

BTS Headcanon - you have a lot of friends

— reaction: you wearing a bonnet — headcanon: confessing to you

a/n: thank you so much for requesting it, i loved doing these. I turned this one into a headcanon, I hope you don't mind <3

I honestly think every single one of them would love for you to have lots of friends. Their lives are pretty socially rich, so yours should be too 😊 so i took this into the direction of: how they would interact with your friends when they meet/hang out

kim seokjin

the tag along

tries his best to go with you, loves seeing you in different environments

will encourage you to have fun with your friends when he can't go

bar, restaurants, karaoke, amusement parks, you name it

he builds friendship quite easily

all of your friends like him

he's funny, charming, handsome, kind

what's not to like?

min yoongi

the chill dude

it's rare for him to mingle with your friends

and doesn't know all of your friends yet

but the ones he do always says he's cool to hang with

he's usually in the background

but laughs at jokes and makes jokes of his own

can handle his alcohol and that's a plus with your friends

doesn't mind being the designated driver either

jung hoseok

the hype man

other one that's super busy

but every time he hangs out, it's an event

he's the life of the party

likes to hit the bars and go for bbq after

he doesn't let the crowd get low on energy

always joking with someone

also very empathetic, can be a safe space for any type of person

kim namjoon

the good vibes

this one is for the daytime activities

biking around, going to hang at the beach

hitting the park with a picnic basket

likes to lay on the grass, listening to soft beats on the speaker

rainy days are also a hit

chill party on the apartment

maybe some karaoke

park jimin

the good listener

jimin is like a chameleon, can fit in anywhere

your friends just naturally orbit towards him

the jimin effect is real at any aspects of his life

alcohol buddies with a bunch of people

he can handle his booze, your friends not so much

which end up with people drunk rambling to him

he's supportive of it, maybe fond of the gossip too

kim taehyung

the good adviser

people at first are intimidated by him

but they eventually see the cute bear inside him

another one that people just naturally orbit towards

your friends always appreciate taehyung's view on life

also like his emotional intelligence

so more often then not, he's out here giving people advice

taehyung always puts much thought into what he says

jeon jungkook

the shy boy

it's rare for him to hang out with your friends

he's unsure about how to proceed

doesn't want your friends to think he hates them

but he doesn't always know what to say

so he's usually in the background

enters the conversation when someone asks his opinion on something

generally just likes to watch you in your element

😍

BTS Reaction - wearing your bonnet to bed

— headcanon: you having a lot of friends — headcanon: confessing to you

a/n: thank you so much for requesting it, babes <3 i hope you like it.

setup: this is the first time you two are going to sleep on the same bed, so your nerves get the best of you.

kim seokjin

He invited you to sleep at his house this morning. He planned to spend the day with you, not knowing he would have an emergency meeting at the agency. It wouldn’t take long, so he insisted that you stay, he would be home before you were asleep.

You’re so nervous that you decided to get ahead of the game and get ready before he gets home from work, then pretend to be asleep. However, he gets home early, and catches you getting ready for bed, face already moisturized and putting your hair up for bed.

“I knew you had some secret to make your hair look even more gorgeous,” he said, smiling, already grabbing his facial cleanser. “Go get the bed ready, I’ll be there in a minute”

min yoongi

You took five extra minutes in the bathroom to calm your nerves. Not only was it the first time sleeping together, you’d be wearing your bonnet for the first time in front of him. He already knew that you wore it, you made a point to clue him in on your beauty practices earlier in the relationship.

With a deep breath, you square your shoulders and march out of the bathroom. He wouldn’t make fun of you or anything, Yoongi’s a good man. He was calmly fluffing your pillows, once he notices you standing there, he smiles shyly and guides you to your side. You lay there, relaxing a little. But you’re still unsure why he didn’t say anything.

He pulls you gently to his chest, a little cuddling time before bed. “By the way, you look lovely,” he whispers to you.

jung hoseok

kAfter your dinner runs late, you invite him to sleep at your place for the night. He agrees, though he’ll probably have to sleep on his boxers, since he has nothing to wear at your apartment. You both decide to roam through your things, looking for a t-shirt or something baggy that will fit him, just so he can be more comfortable.

He eventually stumbles on your bonnets drawer and already knowing what it is, just puts one to protect his hair and hands one to you.

“Here” he says, giggling “We’ll match”

kim namjoon

He was already seated, reading, as you entered his bedroom. He took a double look at you, smiling cutely. He hoped you were comfortable around him, and wearing your bonnet to bed was something he found endearing.

You laid next to him, his arm already stretched to hug you sideways. He places a kiss on your forehead before asking “So, how does that work?” he points at your hair with his chin

“It’s just something to keep my hair neat and avoid getting dry from the friction of cotton” you explained

“Oh, that sounds so scientific,” he says. And now you have his full interest and complete attention.

park jimin

“Can I come in?” you ask at his bathroom door, unsure of his whereabouts, but you needed to brush your teeth.

“Come in” he answers, and you get into the bathroom. He’s brushing his teeth, and he’s eager to share his sink with you. “We look like a married couple doing this,” he adds, laughing.

“We sure do,” you agree. “Especially me with this bonnet on my hair,” you say that jokingly, but a hint of shyness can be seen in your expression. It didn’t go unnoticed.

He’s glad to see all facets of whom you are, so he adds “Well, I think you look adorable” he says, with his smiling eyes.

kim taehyung

jYou are laying on his bed, Yeontan already snoring in the corner. Taehyung then enters his bedroom, and you can see that he has a bonnet, too. You raised your eyebrows in surprise, and he just giggled at your expression.

“Do you like my bed outfit?” he says as he poses in front of you, before switching the lights off.

“Yeah, I’d say you accessorize well” your expression relaxes a bit and he lays besides you “I didn’t know you wear bonnets”

“I don’t” he answers, already hugging you tightly like the koala he is. “I grabbed this one from your drawer earlier, I wanted to fit in and make you comfortable”

jeon jungkook

Jungkook had already, accidentally, seen you in a bonnet. One morning he came into your apartment, planning a surprise breakfast. You didn’t think it would make an impression on him, since he didn’t comment on it, but you’d be surprised.

About two weeks later, he invited you to stay at his place. Everything was going great, then he dragged you to his bedroom to show you something.

“This drawer is for you” he says, pointing at the top drawer of his dresser “I already bought some bonnets for you, in case you forget to bring one” he smiles shyly at your surprised expression. And sure enough, he did buy a bunch of them, more than you expected. Many different prints and sizes. “Just wanting to be attentive.”

Demi Lovato - Confident with TAA

Confident ~ TAA

Here goes!

"I'm just asking a damn question Trent! You were abraod last week so I can be a little insecure when I see pictures of you with people that I don't know! You need to understand! Quit being a dramatic teenager!" You yell, not giving a shit that you're in the middle of a parking lot.

"I'm being dramatic?! Me?! After you're accusing me of cheating and why?! Because of a magazine pic that I took for a sponsor! You wanna find dramatic? Take a look at yourself!" He yells, tone way above yours as he stares down at you with blazing eyes, both of you glaring at each other darkly.

"Well it certainly isn't my fault that I'm being dramatic; you barely answer my calls when you're abroad so sorry for being surious but not sorry," You sarcastically retort with tonnes of attitude.

"And what about when you went out with some guy from uni," He remarks nonchalantly, like he's caught you out on a lie when really, you've explained that, that friend from uni is engaged. "So don't come accusing me of cheating."

You give him a confused look, "What the hell are you on about? I've told you about him and I let you know when I was going out too! What else do you want? And I didn't accuse you of anything! I didn't even say anything! I only asked you who she is! I think, as your girlfriend of 2 years, I deserve to know when there's pictures of-"

"I don't even want to hear it! Screw it YN, honestly, you're being pathetic like always, screw it, get in the car," He, very disrespectively, says, resuming loading the groceries into the boot as you stare at him with shock.

It wasn't any of his yelling, enraged stares, his tall figure hovering over you but the way he carelessly, disrespectfully and quite disgustingly cut you off while you're trying to defend yourself only to call your feelings pathetic and order you to get in the car like you're some dog.

You just stare at him with disbelief, hearing murmurs around you as you become aware that you've got an audience now but you couldn't care less at this point.

He slams the boot shut. "Get in the-"

"Shove that demand up your ass," You seethe before turning around to walk away. "Oh and..." You turn back around to face him again, a few metres away from where you previously stood, "Before you do that, maybe you might wanna pull out whatever stick is stuck up there," You sick sweetly retort before marching away.

That had been the start of many of your line of arguments, your relationship becoming...not a little but majorly toxic. You had at least 3 arguments a day, surprised if it's any less.

That was 3 months ago. It all just got worse after that day. There were recordings of your argument that went viral which led to more arguments and obstacles between you two, pushing you further apart to the point where it seemed as though, everything the other did was just a trigger to the nerve.

A few days ago you even had a massive argument in the car about him in your ear about how you were apparently flirting with some guy at the park who you'd only handed back his dog that you had found with Trent. That was supposed to be you two taking a walk to healtily talk things out but he had to go and ruin it. He accused you of liking other mens attention as you had yelled out in disagreement.

For 2 weeks, you've both been sleeping in -not seperate ends, or seperate beds- different rooms, almost like strangers in a hotel room and as heart broken you are at all the crap, as much as you're yearning him, you can't stand him after all the crap that gets said and just left hovering in the air without speaking out.

Since he basically moved out of your shared room after another silly argument and got comfortable in the guest room, practically making it his go-to home, you've both been avoiding each other.

You wouldn't call it the silent treatment because you weren't even acknowledging each other to treat silently. You wouldn't call it the cold shoulder either because that means you'd be putting an effort into each other whether it be a negative effort. There literally was nothing on either end for 2 weeks straight. No words. No eye-contact. No touching. You were both balancing on thread around needles, trying to avoid each other at all costs to save the energy from whatever argument would arise.

You're pulled out of your miserable thoughts when your phone starts to ring, the sound causing you to flinch away from the living room window that you leant your head on while staring at the night rainfall.

You notice Jesse's name pop up on your screen, lean over and answer it before holding the phone to your ear.

"Hey Jess," You answer, voice monotone and blue.

"Hey YN, where are you? Why ain't you here?" He asks through the line, booming music blasting behind the scenes as you frown in confusion at his words.

"What're you on about?" You ask, trying to think back to any plans that you made for tonight that you might've forgot but find none.

Jesse sighs, "No way did Trent show up without telling you. You guys still ain't talking? It's been like 3 weeks," He says with annoyance as you're still half confused.

You knew Trent had gone out, no clue where because you didn't ask and he didn't tell but it seems he's gone somewhere that involves your mutual friends which only pisses you off more but where even is he? And yeah, your friends all pretty much aware of your downfalling relationship so it doesn't sound like Jesse's too shocked...just rather disappointed.

"What're you even on about?" You repeat, ignoring his question about he-who-you-refuse-to-even-mention.

You hear Jesse sigh in frustration, "My birthday party YN, I specifically told Trent to let you know," He says and you instantly roll your eyes.

"Seems he didn't want me around so, it is what it is. Happy birthday again Jess. Have a good night," You say, feeling annoyed that you're missing out on a good friends birthday party but too done to even deal with 'your boyfriends' childish shit so hanging up is the best solution for right now.

"Wait, wait, don't hang," Jesse says, halting your movements. "I'm sending you a uber in an hour. Get dolled up and get your ass to my place. I don't care what Trent says and neither should you. We're friends and we're spending this time bonding all together so screw Trent and if you don't turn up, then there's gonna be a second footballer that you ain't on good terms with," He says before hanging up and making you groan...

Bun it! Jesse's right! He's your friend too! So screw Trent!

You jump up, practically sprinting to -what you now call- your room and tear open everything to pick out the best outfit. You grab matching shoes, placing everything onto your bed before heading to take a shower, wanting to look and feel more than presentabble.

Pleased is an understatement. If you wasn't you and saw you, you'd fall in love. You look so effortlessly beautiful and you're ready to just enjoy yourself without having to worry a speck about your careless boyfriend.

As you stare at yourself in through the mirror, you feel a burst of confidence in your chest; you're so beautiful, so loving and caring but he's not appreciated anything that you had to offer for so many months now that you're beginning to just feel numb to all of it, giving a blind eye, stomaching everything so things wouldn't fall apart more but tonight, you just didn't care that he apparently didn't want you there. Now onwards, you're not taking any of the mistreatment whether he thinks he's right or not.

Once you're in your car, it doesn't take you long to drive the familiar route to Jesse's place. You could hear the booming music and see the flashing lights from where you had parked in his driveway which only makes you chuckle, feeling a rush of adrenaline and excitement to have fun after so long of just feeling miserable.

You greet and smile at people you recognise as you walk into the house, in search of your good friends when you're suddenly grabbed into a hug by none other than Declan Rice. "Don't you look as flawless as always."

"Hey Rice," You grin when you at his words, turning around in his hold so he's not hugging you from the side but properly. "It's been a while."

He squeezes you, "Definitely has been. Heard your on a rough patch with-"

"How do you know? Does he go around chatting shit about me?" You cut him off as you lean back to look up at Dec, suddenly pissed off.

"No, no, I overheard Jess speaking to you earlier," He clarifies and your visibly tense shoulders loosen up before him and he faintly shakes his head at you. "You're ready to bite his head off, first chance you get. Is everything alright?" He asks and since Decers is a good friend of yours, you pour your heart out to him, thankfully there's no tears left to cry so it's a pretty nonchalant conversation that takes a load off of your chest and by the end of it, you're as light as a feather.

Your conversation leads onto other topics, Jesse joining and leaving, you two still talking and laughing together. Your happiness seems to have triggered a certain somebody since he feels the need to crash it.

Trent doesn't even give you a second before grabbing your hand and dragging you away from Declan, also not forgetting to shoot Decers the glare of the universe of all time assholes.

"Let go of me Trent, what do you want?" You ask, deliberately sounding like you want nothing to do with him because at this moment, you don't.

"What do I want? You're mingling around with other guys right in front of me! You don't think that's a problem?!" He yells in your face after dragging you into a guest bedroom that's away from the loud music and crowdy corridors.

You laugh laugh out loud, throwing your head back in the process. "It's stupid that you can pick apart the problems that I cause but you're so blind when it comes to how problematic you are. Jess said he specifically asked you to tell me about his birthday party yet here we are! So shut your mouth about problems, you're the core reason to all of this!" You scream up at him and he, for once, just stares at you.

It's like he was looking into your soul, his eyes searching yours as you both breathe heavily.

"How've we become like this YN?" He asks with such an exhausted tone that you had to pause for a few seconds to recognise whether it was him or someone else that was talking.

Your shoulders slump, the tiredness and buildup of the difficult stages of these few months with him weighing you down as you take in a sharp and shaky breath, opening your arms wide with a pout and big eyes. "I don't know," You say, arms still open wide, "You tell me Trent." You let your arms drop to your sides, gloomy eyes staring into his miserable ones.

"You make things so complicated with the way you misbehave, confidently doing the things that you know will drive me nuts," He softly says, for once, trying to explain rather than cause an argument but you weren't about to take all the blame.

You softly scoff, shaking your head as you make eye contact with him again. "So, you say I'm complicated? Why? Because I don't live according to your, a billion and ten rules that you've laid into place thinking I'm obligated to follow everything that you want like some dog. No, you can't make me behave. It's not fair so yeah I do things confidently. What's wrong with being confident? But never to deliberately piss you off. Why would I do that?" You debate, causing him to shake his head in disapproval at your last words especially.

"Come on YN. You go out with people you know that I don't like," He says with a shrug. "Isn't that deliberate?"

You narrow your eyes at him, "You can't control who I want to be friends with just because you don't like them Trent. If you wanted to transfer to some other team, I can't just say I don't like this that and the other player so you can't go. It's silly and this is the same thing. Stop trying to control me," You say, slowly starting to get riled up again at his inconsiderate words.

He sighs deeply, shaking his head again and looking like he's given up trying to be smooth about the situation as he laughs humourlessly. ""I actually can't believe you sometimes, you know? You're so difficult," He says, eyes staring down at you in a mocking way.

You give him a fake, sweet, smile, "Then I guess I shall be leaving," You turn to leave, not wanting to be around him another second but just as you get to the door, you almost jump out of your skin with a flinch.

You whip around to face whatever had caused that noise, only to realise Trent's bloody knuckles and the shattered pieces of glass around his feet...he had punched the mirror.

Your heart was stuck in your throat...with fear for him or yourself, you didn't know but all you knew was he punched that mirror after your words so is that great news? Don't think so.

Trent's hand was now dripping with blood as he turns his head to look at you, a clear sheet of moist had coated his eyes, brimming the corners red as you rush over to him, not caring about anything else in that moment.

"Trent, what have you done?" You speak with a panicked tone. "Come here," You rush him to the linked bathroom, running the cold water and holding his hand under the tap. "Are you crazy-"

"I am, about you, I am and this is all killing me. I can't be like this with you anymore, like strangers, like enemies, sleeping in seperate rooms, spiteful any chance we get, I can't," He says, a stray tear leaking out of his left eye as you sigh, reaching a hand and wiping it away with your thumb.

"Hey, we'll pull through, okay? Please don't do things like this to yourself," You say with a sorrowful tone, heart heavy as your brain sends signals to say it's your fault he's in this state.

"I'm sorry for scaring you," He says, referring to how you flinched at the sound.

You smile a broken smile up at him, shaking your head lightly, "It's fine...as long as you're okay," You add the second part, not knowing how he'll take it after having such a bad argument.

He faintly smiles, his tired features even more prominent under the bathroom lighting above which breaks your heart further. "I'm not losing you, I can't. Everything's my fault," He suddenly says, sounding guilty and passionate as you stare at his eyes that still held locked up tears. "It's all my fault baby, I know. I'll try harder though, for you I swear, I will. I'll stop being jealous for no reason, being controlling, being an ass. We're not sleeping apart ever again. I'll do whatever you want to make up for these shitty months. I just...I don't ever wanna lose you, please forgive me...I'm sorry," He sighs, like those words were all he ever needed and wanted to say but didn't know when and how to.

Your eyes fill with tears too, leaking unlike his as you nod your head, more than willing to work harder to build your relationship to become even more stronger than ever before. "I'm never going anywhere Trent. I'm more than happy to make things better," You sob out, slightly hesitating for your next words but deciding there's no better time to say it even though it's after a long time. "I love you," You say, proud that you took a step too.

It's that smile you miss, the boyish grin as he looks down at you, hand still under the cold tap as he leans down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss which causes your insides to melt as does his.

"I love you too," He says once you pull away.

"Lets get your hand cleaned up and enjoy the party together, shall we?" You ask as you tilt your head to the side and he smiles gently, nodding in agreement for once and so you do just that, leading the night to a wonderful, powerful new phase of your relationship where nothing could tear you two down or split you apart.

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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

“Anything for you mama...” Latrelle Imagine

Summary: Request for Latrelle sneaking into readers room. fluff and just a pinch of smut?

Requested: Yes

Pairing: Latrelle & Reader

Warnings: Fluff, light smut ( define light? Jk)

Word Count: 844

A/N: I hope this is okay! I feel so rusty already but I hope you enjoy! 

Y/N was just laying in her bed, comfortably wrapped up in her sheets, scrolling away on her phone. She had just taken a soothing hot shower and all she wanted to do was just relax in the comfortable silence. She was in the midst of that until she heard knocking on her window. She looked towards her window and sure enough, Latrelle was there with his signature smirk on his face. A smirk she loved very much.

Even though she wanted to be mad because she had to get out of her comfortable spot, the sight of him soothed her. It also didn’t help that his hair was up in a bun too. She didn’t know what it was, but whenever his hair went up like that, it does something to her every time. She hadn’t seen him all day and the last message she got from him was about two hours ago. She didn’t want to pester him either, because she knew he had some stuff to take care of.

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Can you do 14+17 with dele? but with dele getting knocked out and eric being the one panicking? txx xoxo

Thanks for your request. Hope you’ll like it :-)

14. Getting knocked out during a match or training 17. Panicking

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Dele was in the hustle and bustle in front of Hugo’s goal as the corner kick was taken. There was a lot of pulling and shoving, and Dele had to do his best to keep his footing. He leapt into the air as the ball soared in his direction. Right as he was fully in the air, a particularly violent shoulder push from someone next to him, sent Dele tumbling hard into the goalpost. He only just registered slamming his chest hard into the woodwork, followed by a lot of pain and all the air being knocked out of him, before his world went black...

Eric hadn’t actually seen what happened, but from the sounds he heard he knew something was seriously wrong. And when he saw Dele lying on the ground, unmoving, he lost it. “Del...” Eric’s voice faltered as he hurried over to him. Eric dropped to his knees beside Dele, frantically shaking his friend’s arm. Dele was unconscious and completely unresponsive. “No, no, no, no...” Eric really started to panic now, “Del, please,... quit the jokes, get up now.” Tears burned in his eyes as Dele gave no response whatsoever.

Eric suddenly felt hands hook under his armpits and he was hoisted to his feet. “No, I need to stay with him,” Eric protested, finding it was Hugo who was leading him away. “I know,” Hugo answered calmly, “but give the medics some space to attend to him.” “I...” Eric gasped, ready to struggle out of Hugo’s grip on him. “Sit down here.” Hugo guided Eric a few feet away. From there they could still see what was happening to Dele, without being in the way of the medics.

It felt like hours to Eric, tensely watching the medics work and looking for signs of life from Dele, when Dele finally moved an arm. “Thank heavens!” Eric exclaimed. Before Hugo could stop him, Eric jumped to his feet and ran over to his friend. For the second time in mere minutes, Eric dropped to his knees next to Dele. “Eric?” Dele breathed out, immediately seeking contact. “Easy, mate,” Eric soothed, his own panic slowly vanishing now, “how’re you feeling?” “Sore,” Dele grunted weakly, “and dazed.” “Don’t worry,” Eric gently patted Dele’s shoulder, “they’ll be taking you to the hospital to get checked over, make sure you are okay.” “Will you come with me?” Dele’s voice quivered. “I can’t,” Eric answered, “I have to finish the match. But I’ll come visit you as soon as possible afterwards.” He was already assuming Dele would have to spend at least one night in the hospital for observation after being unconscious for a few minutes. “Promise?” Dele looked scared. Eric nodded, swallowing back the lump in his throat. “I promise.”

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Co parenting with Del and he refuses to pick up your baby from nursery because the mums flirt with him(he still loves you). But you think he’s just being a shit dad and neglecting you baby .So you go with him to see why he doesn’t like picking up your baby anymore xxx

Hii hope you like this and let me know xx

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(Y/s/n = your son's name)

"Del, are you seriously making up rubbish excuses so you don't have pick your son up from school??!!" You shout as he sighs loudly.

"Y/n, I'm doing this for you! These women literally want to eat me! I don't think I can keep picking him up if the mum's are like that." He runs his temples.

"So you're telling me, that the reason you don't want to pick up Y/s/n is because the mum's are flirting with you??" You say in utter disbelief.

"So what, you flirt back or???" You raise your eyebrows.

"What?! No no you're the only one I flirt with!" He rushes his words out, almost making you laugh.

"Whatever." You cross your arms.

"You're going to be a dad and pick him up and I'm coming too." You say as your head out to the car.

Dele puffs as he quickly follows you, grabbing his keys as he mutters to himself.

"Did you say something?" You ask.

"Huh uh no nothing." He says not wanting to make you madder than you already are.

You make your way to your son's school, the gate filled with parents and their kids.

You make your way to your son's classroom with Dele trailing behind you. You give a few small smiles on your way and see the way the mum's are all looking behind you. You finally make it up to your son's class and wait to pick him up.

The minute he sees you he springs across and hugs your legs.

"Mama!" He shouts excitedly.

You pick him up and give him a tight squeeze. You turn around to show Dele how easy it is to pick up your son but find he's surrounded by a group of ladies.

"You're looking great today, never seen that shirt before." One of the ladies says as the rest try their best to get his attention.

"But have you seen that ring on his finger?" You sassily point out as you make your way to the group.

They all seem alarm by your blatancy and decide to back off mumbling sorry on the way.

"Dad!" Your son calls as he jumps into Dele's arm.

You smile as they play around and feel bad for being rude to Dele before.

"I'm sorry." You say and he gives you a grin.

"Told you I'm irresistible." He winks and shake your head giggling.

"Yeah well you're still going have to pick him up, I don't care how many hearts you have to break." You tell him.

"As long as it's not yours." He says and pulls you in for a kiss, earning a funny chuckle from your son.

Dele one where he takes your son to school and he points out all the dads that usually come and talk to you 🤭

"that's mummy's best friend!" your son would grab at dele's hand excitedly, pointing a finger at a random man who would be tugging his own child towards the school gates, dele's eyebrows raising in surprise as your boy would continue to giggle and show dele all the dad's who'd pester you non-stop during the morning run. and usually he'd be slightly jealous at the fact that all these men were buzzing around you like lost puppies but it almost made him gloat, a smirk plastered on his face as he thought how you were all his - and that all the dad's could swoon all they liked because it was him that you were going home to everyday. and you'd be a little taken aback when dele would insist coming with you to pick your son up, his hand wrapped firmly around your waist as he'd pepper you with affection as the rest of the parent's slowly started to make a crowd, wandering eyes and small whispers definitely boosting his ego more. "why aren't they coming to chat today?" he'd whine humorously, your fingers slapping his forearm playfully as you realised what he was up to, your own mouth pulled into a smile as the usually happy faces of the dad's took one look at dele before hurrying along

Domestic Fluff | 8 with Dele Alli

making funny faces behind the computer while the other one is in a boring Zoom meeting

Word Count: 488

Warnings: none just fluff

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The meeting presenter droned on and on. Your eyelids felt heavy but not even the giant mug of coffee in front of you was going to keep you awake during the world’s most boring presentation. Thankfully, the video component didn’t need to be on for this one, so you were in the most comfortable clothes possible, and being muted meant that you were free to roll your eyes or make an annoyed sigh or comment when you felt like it.

The sound of the front door opening caught your attention and you couldn't help your wide smile when Dele walked through the door. “Morning,” he mouthed, setting his gym bag on the ground and heading to the kitchen. He was still sweaty from his morning pre-training workout and you briefly lost all train of thought as you watched him prepare breakfast. He danced around the kitchen to whatever song he’d put on his AirPods and you couldn’t disguise your giggle.

It wasn’t long before the food was done and a delicious plate of breakfast was set in front of you. You smiled at him in thanks, shoveling eggs into your mouth. Then, the dreaded words came.

“Alright, I’m going to unmute everyone and turn the cameras on for a game!” Came the presenter’s excited voice.

Dele perked up at this, grinning at you in a way that you knew meant he was going to be trouble. “Don’t you dare,” you hissed right before you were unmuted and your camera came on. Instantly, you put on your work smile and said in your customer-service voice, “Sorry, I look a mess today - I wasn’t aware we would be doing anything with the cameras.”

Luckily, everyone else voiced the same concerns so you weren’t alone. Soon after, the post-presentation games started and you tried to pay attention.

Dele mocked you with all of your answers, pulling the face he always did when he teased you and mimicking your gestures. You narrowed your eyes at him, so imperceptible that the rest of the meeting couldn’t tell. When one of your supervisors said something, Dele mocked them, too, prancing around the living room as if he were the Queen. You covered your mouth with your hand, a snort escaping before you could stop it. Without looking, you typed out a text to Dele, giving your group no indication that anything was wrong.

You: You’re going to get me in trouble

Dele didn’t respond to your text except to ostensibly blow you a kiss before continuing on with his entertainment.

By the time you logged off your meeting ten minutes later, your face hurt from trying not to smile. You grabbed one of the throw pillows off the sofa, launching in Dele’s general direction. He laughed, easily catching it and throwing it right back at you, starting a pillow fight.

“Oh, you’re so gonna pay for that!” You screamed, giggling as you chased him.