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gothcsz · 1 month ago

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part nine of the neighbors series. i just had to write this... it was too good of a thought to keep just in my head! javier going back to helena after you rightfully tell him to get lost for standing you up. he's not into it but decides to fuck her anyways?! this man and his unhealthy coping mechanism: sex. smh. this takes place after part seven 🖤

javier peña x f!reader. ~1.5k word count. spanish heavy (translated), s m u t, honestly javi just comes with his own warning at this point, angst (as always)

Javier winces as the door to your apartment shuts in his face, the sound echoing louder than it should in the quiet hallway. He stands there for a long moment, his heart lodged firmly in his throat as guilt churns in his stomach.

He’d known, from the moment you opened the door in that beautiful dress, that he’d made a colossal mistake. He’s not sure how the fuck he’s going to make things right between you.

He sighs deeply, dragging a hand down his face before pinching the bridge of his nose. The way you masked the hurt he caused with dismissiveness and a sharp, cutting comment before turning him away somehow stung worse than if you’d just yelled at him.

His feet feel heavy as he trudges back to his apartment, the guilt following him like a shadow.

When he opens the door, Helena is there, sprawled comfortably on his couch with her legs crossed and a glass of whiskey in hand. She looks up, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she watches him close the door behind him with a slow, almost reluctant motion.

“Eso fue rápido,” (That was fast) she comments, “¿Todo bien?” (Everything okay?) she tilts her head slightly, her gaze curious but not overly concerned.

Javier stands at the threshold of his sunken living room, his shoulders sagging with the weight of his thoughts. He doesn’t answer immediately, too busy replaying the image of you in his mind.

She sets the glass down and stands, closing the distance between them.“Puedo ver el conflicto en tus ojos, Javi. ¿Tu vecina te gritó o que?” (I can see the conflict in your eyes, Javi. Did your neighbor bitch at you or something?) she teases, resting her hands on his shoulders before letting her fingers curl into the soft curls at the nape of his neck.

Her touch pulls him out of his thoughts momentarily. “No,” he replies, his tone low, “Pero me porte como un culero y me siento mal por como la trate.” (But I acted like an asshole and I feel bad about how I treated her)

She raises an eyebrow, her lips quirking into an amused smile. “You’re an asshole to everyone,” she says lightly, brushing a kiss along his jaw.

He scoffs, his frown deepening. “¿Qué? No hagas ese ruido—sabes que tengo razón.” (What? Don’t make that noise—you know I’m right) she chimes in as she continues with her affectionate touches.

Normally, he’d lean into it, let her distract him the way she always does. But tonight, it feels hollow, like a cheap salve for a wound cut too deep.

She notices his hesitance, pausing as she cups his face in her hands. “Nunca he visto a nadie tan interesado en lo que hace su vecina. Should I be worried about her?” (I’ve never seen anyone so into what his neighbor is doing) she’s half-teasing as her gaze searches his face for an answer, but Javier avoids it, the hesitation clear in his brown eyes even as he tries to shrug it off.

“No,” he attempts to be nonchalant with his reply, “Solamente tengo ojos para ti, hermosa.” (I only have eyes for you, beautiful) His hand slips down to grip her ass, trying to redirect the moment, trying to bury the ache of guilt beneath something physical.

She narrows her eyes slightly, skeptical but willing to let it slide. “No mientas, Javier,” (Don’t lie) she murmurs. “Tengo suficiente de eso con todos los hombres en mi vida.” (I get enough of that from all the other men in my life)

Instead of responding, he leans in and kisses her, rough and insistent. She doesn’t push for more answers, letting him take what he needs, but she doesn’t miss the edge of hindrance in his touch.

“Si necesitas hablar de algo, sabes que aquí estoy,” (If you need to talk about something, you know I’m here) she says softly, more serious now as their lips brush together.

“Me ayudas más cuando no hablas,” (You help me more when you don't talk) he mutters before pulling her closer. She nips at his bottom lip, and it’s enough to spark the familiar lust between them.

Urgent touches, clothes discarded in a trail to the couch, and soon they’re a tangled mess with a throw blanket lazily thrown over their bodies.

She sinks down onto him, her lips on his neck as she whispers dirty encouragements against his skin.

It feels good—sex with Helena always does—but it’s different tonight.

No matter how tightly he shuts his eyes, no matter how hard he digs his fingers into her hips to ground himself, his mind keeps drifting back to you. To the way your lips trembled just slightly before you masked it, to the look in your eyes when you told him to ‘have fun vetting his lead.’

“Javi…” Helena’s airy moan pulls him back briefly, the clench of her around him sending a spark up his spine. He leans in to kiss her, messy and urgent, but it’s not to deepen their connection—it’s to keep her quiet.

The last thing he wants is for you to hear this, for you to know just how badly he’s handled things tonight.

Large hands move around to knead at her ass, guiding her movements, but his touch lacks its usual fervor.

The thought of you fills every corner of his mind even as he tries to lose himself in her. Your excitement that day by the fountain, the shy smile as you invited him out, and the way that smile disappeared the moment you saw him walk in with Helena.

And when her orgasm begins to crest and she’s shuddering around him, he barely notices, too consumed by the ache in his chest that no amount of physical release can fix.

She notices. She always does. Her rhythm falters slightly as she leans closer, her lips skimming his ear. “Pareces distraído.” (You seem distracted)

“Estoy bien,” (I’m fine) he growls, “Sigue moviéndote así.” (Just keep moving like that)

For the sake of not ruining this moment, she says nothing else, though he can feel the slight hesitation in her movements before she settles back into the pace he’s been guiding her toward.

Her breath hitches, her fingers tangling in his hair as she rides him, and he leans his head back against the couch, letting his eyes fall shut again.

It still doesn’t help.

Helena’s nails rake lightly down his chest, and he shivers, but it’s not desire that ripples through him—it’s frustration. With himself. With this situation. With the way he’s here, with a beautiful woman in his lap, and all he can think about is how badly he’s screwed things up with you.

Even as he drives her to her peak, there’s no satisfaction in it for him. His body is moving on autopilot, chasing a release that feels more like an obligation than a need.

When he finally comes, her name is the last thing on his mind. Yours, however, lingers at the tip of his tongue, threatening to lash out.

He bites it back, swallowing hard as she digs her nails into the skin of his shoulders, a guttural groan muffled against her neck, his hands clutching her ass like she’s the only thing tethering him to this moment of fleeting pleasure.

The instant it’s over, he feels heavier than before, the guilt settling back over him like a dense fog that refuses to lift.

Helena collapses against his chest, her breath warm and uneven against his neck. She’s still for a few seconds, and then she lifts her head, her dark eyes searching his face.

“¿Seguro que estás bien?” (Are you sure you’re okay?) she asks softly, concern threading through her voice.

Javier exhales sharply, avoiding her gaze as he gently shifts her off of him. “Estoy bien,” (I’m fine) he repeats for what feels like the millionth time, his words clipped. He stands, grabbing his discarded jeans from the floor and pulling them on hastily.

She watches him in silence, wrapping the blanket around her naked form, unspoken questions hanging in the air. He can feel her studying him, trying to piece together the puzzle of his distraction, but he doesn’t have the energy to reassure her. Not tonight.

He grabs the carton of cigarettes and lighter from the coffee table, his movements practiced, almost automatic. The flick of the lighter illuminates his face briefly before the glow fades, the cigarette catching with a faint crackle. He takes a deep drag, smoke filling his lungs before he exhales, watching it swirl toward the ceiling.

“¿Te vas a quedar?” (Are you staying?)

She doesn’t answer right away, licking her lips. “No. Tengo otros planes.” (No. I have other plans)

Relief floods through him, and for the first time since they started hooking up, he’s okay with her walking out the door. He nods, tapping ash into the tray on the table.

“Bueno entonces, cuidate. Here,” (Well then, take care) holding the cigarette between his lips, he fishes his leather wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. He pulls out a wad of cash, walking over and holding it out to her.

Her eyes drop to the money, her expression tightening. “Javi, ya te he dicho como me siento con esto.” (Javi, I’ve already told you how I feel about this)

“¿Qué?” He shrugs, speaking around the cigarette between his teeth. “Te estoy pagando como lo hacen todos los demás.” (What? I’m paying you like everyone else does)

“No eres como los demás.” (You’re not like the others)

They lock eyes, the tension between them heavy and tangible. His exasperation simmers, then bubbles over. He tosses the money onto the coffee table with a thud.

“Entonces no lo tomes. Me vale madre.” (Then don’t take it. I don’t give a damn)

Helena stands, redressing and stepping into her heels. Javier finishes his cigarette with slow drags as she collects her things. She swipes the cash on her way out, crumpling it in her fist.

“¿Ves lo que te dije? Eres un culero con todos.” (See what I told you? You’re an asshole to everyone)

He doesn’t flinch but his jaw flexes, a muscle ticking as he watches her brush past him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

She stops at the door, one hand resting on the knob as she glances back at him. “No sé qué está pasando entre tú y tu vecina, pero necesitas arreglarlo porque odio cuando actúas así.” (I don’t know what's going on between you and your neighbor, but you need to straighten it out because I hate it when you act like this)

With that, she unlocks the door and leaves, leaving him standing there in his living room, now feeling worse than he did before and he has no one to blame but himself.

He stares at the spot where she stood, the remnants of her perfume lingering faintly in the air. He doesn’t move for a long moment, caught in the crossroads of her parting words.

Finally, he curses under his breath and heads to the bathroom. The cool tile beneath his feet as he flips on the light, the hum of the fluorescent bulb filling the room. He leans over the sink, gripping the porcelain edges so tightly—his knuckles go white.

The faucet sputters to life with a twist of his wrist, and he splashes cold water onto his face, droplets streaking down his cheeks and dripping onto his bare chest. It does nothing to clear the haze in his head.

When he looks up into the mirror, the man staring back at him looks just as wrecked as he feels.

This isn’t sustainable and he knows it. He can’t keep making a mess of every little thing in his life, can’t keep masking his despair with sex, whiskey, and cigarettes.

But knowing is one thing. Doing is another.

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jovvest · 8 months ago

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su nombre sonaba tan dulce; solo pasaba cuando el contrario lo pronunciaba. nunca creyó sentir tanto cariño con simplemente escucharlo. le desconcertó por un segundo, creyendo que había cometido un acto tan íntimo en un momento inoportuno; su semblante oscilaba entre la curiosidad y el temor de haber realizado un movimiento incorrecto. ʻ ¿tu habitación? ʼ fue lo único que atinó a responder, aún distraída por los iris que la atrapaban, cautivada por el británico que la sometía a un pequeño trance. así se sentía, algo divino, lejos de pertenecer a un ser mortal. ʻ ah, quedarme en tu habitación… ʼ recién caía en cuenta de la propuesta de caleb, el peso que cargaba y lo fácilmente que era capaz de aceptarla. sus mejillas se sonrojaron; no recordaba la última vez que se había sentido tan apenada junto a él, esta vez sin ser culpa de alguna acción ajena. eran sus propios pensamientos los que le causaban teñirse de un tono carmesí. ʻ acepto. quiero decir, me has ganado con el gato, ahora necesito verlo. ¿por qué se cuela en tu…? ʼ no fue capaz de terminar la interrogante cuando la tomó desprevenida la pregunta del contrario, simplemente negó con la cabeza. ʻ ¿qué piensas hacer? ʼ sintió como su bolso caía a la arena con un suave sonido. la fricción de la tela le dio tantos escalofríos como los dígitos ajenos tocándole delicadamente, sin intenciones de hacerlo. ¿o tal vez sí? quizás era ella quien estaba sumamente atenta a él; cada cosa que decía o hacía el litha parecía darle señales que no lograba descifrar por completo. las facciones del contrario finalmente le dieron una idea: esa sonrisa traviesa que tanto le encantaba. no pudo evitar sonreír también, sin tener idea de lo que vendría después. soltó una pequeña risa, entre nervios y diversión, creyendo que era una broma. no fue hasta que sus pies ya no tocaron el suelo que tomó la sugerencia por lo que realmente era; un aviso de lo que caleb tenía en mente. ʻ no sé qué tan romántico sea, aunque admito que siempre quise que me cargaran en brazos. ʼ bromeó a medias, sorprendida por la fuerza y agilidad del capitán. al parecer, el calor que recorría su cuerpo se vería interrumpido de forma súbita. ʻ ¡hey! no fui yo quien puso ese obstáculo, ¿me estás reclamando algo más? ¿se arruinó tu chaqueta? ʼ las palabras se tropezaban una con otra, sin espacio para respirar; al parecer, lograba quitarle el aliento de mil maneras. se aferró a la figura masculina, preparándose para el impacto. sus ojos ya se encontraban cerrados, al igual que su ceño fruncido. ʻ si caigo, te irás conmigo. ʼ advirtió seguido de un pequeño grito, aunque no creía que su deseo fuera tirarla solamente a ella. no había escapatoria, y de haberla, disfrutaba del caos del momento. el aroma de caleb la rodeaba, al igual que sus brazos. no tenía intenciones de separarse. ʻ está bien, pero ¡déjame sacarme los pantalones al menos! a no ser que me des otra muda de ropa, eh. ʼ no pensaba volver a su habitación empapada. en realidad, no pensaba pisarla en absoluto. cuando se le metía algo en la cabeza, era difícil hacerla cambiar de opinión, todavía más cuando se trataba de pasar más tiempo con quien visitaba reiteradas veces sus sueños.

tras el desgarre emocional, llega la incertidumbre del vacío; un pedazo de sí cae en manos de josephine, le otorga la confianza y el poder de hacer lo que quisiera consigo. ¿acaso no es aquella la magia de la fe ciega? la revolución en el pecho alcanza la cúspide cuando los iris se encuentran foráneos y el tono de voz de la británica choca contra paneles auditivos. y, por supuesto, ella sabe a la perfección cómo ha de descolocarle. ¿tonto? se repite sin querer, en lo que la sonrisa se planta en las facciones con el alivio que sólo el calor femenino puede otorgarle. los brazos rodean dicha cintura, la acerca más a sí de ser posible y, ahí, en el aroma familiar, suspira. no puede creer cómo la tensión se disipa tan fácilmente, se deja llevar por la toma de contacto y, mientras la escucha, no puede evitar mantener la expansión en comisuras. ‘ ¿tonto? ¿cómo puedes decirme tonto? soy un hombre sensible, me vas a hacer llorar … ’ el gracejo ya está haciendo acto de presencia antes si quiera de concluir, le divierte embarcarse de forma tan evidente en la broma después de haber estado tan tenso, es como si se hubiese quitado un peso de encima. la calidez inunda el pecho al oírla, encuentra confort en esa emoción, felicidad, afecto, una mezcla más profunda. ¿amor? sólo sabe que le están carcomiendo las mariposas en el estómago. ‘ me puedo pasar la vida agradeciéndote pero … ¿si no llegase a hacer tu mundo mejor de qué demonios serviría? ’ dentro del buen humor que emana, está la confesión de un propósito que se da perpetuo. siente que es algo que perseguirá siempre que josephine le permita estar en su vida; hacerla feliz. la sonrisa entre pétalos prevalece hasta el instante en el que el otro par vuelve a sí. los párpados caen, se sume en el beso que pone en pausa las preocupaciones y, justo ahí, poco importan las circunstancias que los han llevado a santorini, el pasado, o la presión del futuro que los asfixia. ‘ jo … ’ se separa unos cuantos centímetros, lo justo para poder observar el brillo entre iris. ‘ ¿te gustaría quedarte en mi habitación esta noche? ’ en las avellanas se concibe una primigenia súplica, a duras penas tiene algo que ver con la sonrisa bobísima que no es capaz de borrar del todo. le da espacio a la negación, también goza de darle una excusa que, quizá, precisa tanto como él: ‘ hay … un gato que me visita constantemente, se cuela por mi ventana ’ omite más, supone que la yule podría hacerse con la información en caso de precisarlo. está logrando darle algo de vergüenza, así que el cerebro deja de funcionar con precisión. ‘ no llevas nada de valor, ¿no? ’ refiere al bolso que la británica porta, se toma la libertad de llevar un par de dígitos hasta el asa que sostiene por el hombro y dejarlo caer en la arena. los pétalos se cincelan con una diversión traviesa, la aventura ya está rondando por su mente. ‘ ahora … ¿qué me dices de un romántico baño en el mar a la luz de la luna? ’ más que sugerencia, suena como algún tipo de advertencia cuando, poco después, se aventura a cargarla con los brazos. imposible no reírse, se va aproximando peligrosamente hasta que los pies son mojados en la orilla. ‘ me lo debes por haberme empapado hasta la saciedad en toledo ’ chasquea la lengua, divertido con la payasería. vaya, ¡como si hubiera sido culpa de ella!

#𝔠𝔯𝔲𝔢𝔩 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯�� ⌢ script.#𝔠𝔯𝔲𝔢𝔩 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯 ⌢ mission vi.#calebine #caleb... el hombre que eres... lo amo (sighs in love)#jo vio su vida pasar en un instante #(fui a hacer un gif)

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simonsrileyhusband · 2 months ago

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I've been obsessing over Alejandro for weeks now,, (I thought I was a Ghost Girly ☹️)

I just wanna request a mirror sex with male reader and Alejandro, where he would dirty talk with him as he forces the reader to look in the mirror while he pounds inside of him,,

(If this makes you uncomfortable, feel free to ignore this!! 🎀)

nsfw

alejandro loves mirror sex, he lovws the way you cant hide your face or body from him, he can see all of you, every sigh, dvery twitch, everything.

he loves the way you whine when he oushes you against the cold mirror, your cheek pressing against the cold surface as he thrusts into you like a mad man.

"ah fuck, buen chico, mirate, you look so stupid, is my cock that good? dime amor, dime lo mucho que te gusta." (good boy, look at you... tell me love, tell me how much you like it)

he also makes you look at yourself when you cum, holding your face, squeezing your cheeks together making you pout. he lets out a little coo.

"mhm, pretty baby, mi hombre guapo, come on love, dame una más." (my handsome man.. give me one more)

#cod smut #alejandro vargas x male reader #alejandro vargas smut #alejandro vargas x reader #alejan

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sthavoc · 10 months ago

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Imagine Enzo and the guys being out and maybe grabbing lunch and there's a girl and some friends sitting next to them. Someone comes up go her and asks her out in spanish and she replies in english that she doesn't speak spanish. After the man leaves she starts speaking in spanish to her friends and the boys laugh. Enzo and her hit it off. Idk pay no mind to this. It's nonsense

៚🍹𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

·˚ ༘ pairing: enzo x fem!reader

·˚ ༘ summary: you go out with your friends for brunch and a guy casually decides to ask you out, but you are not interested, though you decide to exchange a few words with enzo.

·˚ ༘ warnings: cussing. (I believe that is it)

·˚ ༘ note: bestie I loved this idea it’s not nonsense! we can always find a way to work with what we get! and I love this kind of fics 😭 they’re so cool to write. also three posts tdyyy

“Dios, ese chico lleva haciéndote ojitos desde que llegamos.” One of your friends, Sofia, giggles bringing her head down.

“Ew.” A scowl plasters onto your face. It wasn’t that you considered he was unattractive, it was his personality, the way he wanted to appear more masculine than what he already wanted to be.

He kept trying to do seductive looks and would wave the waitress away. What a jerk. Was also ordering drink after drink.

Gross. Was your thought.

“No, y que venga acá.” Another one of your friends, Lucy, speaks making you choke on your drink.

“¡No lo manifiestes!” You whispered a shout making your friends giggle, and if you weren’t mistaken also the table of boys next to you.

It was your usual brunch hangout that you had with your friends before continuing with your day together as a group. All you wanted was to have one of those moments, not for it to be ruined by a random guy that you were thoroughly not interested in.

“Eso te pasa por ponerte ese perfume que dice ven a mi, tarada.” One of your friends, Javier says. His remark made you roll your eyes before you answered—

“Ay cállate que no sirve. Lo compré en broma.”

He laughs tossing his head back. “Como si crees en la manifestación pero no en esto pelotuda, es básicamente lo mismo”

“Uh oh. Ahí viene.” Lucy takes the attention while taking a sip off of her drink before turning the other way to not look at the scene, and act distracted as if they were not paying attention to the guy.

“Hola.” The whole table went quiet when the guy reached your space, including the table next to you. How embarrassing for this fellow. “Te me hiciste muy guapa y quisiera saber si te gustaría tomar algo conmigo.”

At this moment you had two choices, immediately reject the guy, or humble him in front of everybody. You weren’t cruel, you just didn’t like men who wanted to appear more manly. Plus, you didn’t know English for nothing, it wouldn’t hurt to put it to use.

“I’m sorry, I don’t speak Spanish.” The three of your friends choked on their drinks trying not to giggle at the way you looked up at the guy, and him only staring back in confusion.

“Perdón, no entiendo.” His words were followed by a nervous laugh, that he immediately got rid of.

“Que no sabe español, boludo.” Javier was not repentant to call him stupid.

The guy only swallowed and excused himself before leaving, he had paid for his tab before walking out of the restaurant. Your friends didn’t resist and were laughing at the situation, and again, the table next to you.

“Que imbécil.” You sighed with a chuckle before taking a bite of your food. You realized your drink was half empty and you decided to get up and go towards the open bar to order a refill.

You had walked over towards the bar and asked for your drink, with elbows on the cold, rigid surface as you waited. You felt the presence of another body next to you that made you turn their way. That’s when you recognized it was one of the guys that was sitting at the table next to yours.

“Tremenda jugada que le hiciste al hombre.” He mentions with a chuckle that made a smile somewhat creep on your lips, with a look in your eyes.

“Se veía como un patan.” Yo say spinning your body towards him.

The man stayed quiet for a moment and you took that silence to secretly scan him, he had curly hair, and brown eyes, and he wore a simple black t-shirt with jeans. Simple, but he pulled it off.

“Seguro que lo era.” He interrupts your thinking bringing you back to the sense of reality. “Enzo.” His hand stayed in the middle waiting for you to shake.

What a nice name.

“T/N.” You interlocked your hand with his giving it a small shake. His lips gave you a smile that you thought was one of the most gorgeous ones you had seen. What a man.

“¿Tengo algo en la cara?” He brought up making you let go of his hand and break the contact.

You shook for head before you responded “Eh no, no. Para nada, todo bien.”

“Bueno entonces, ¿no te molestaría si te pido tu número? ¿O también me vas a decir que no hablas español?” He joked earning your smile with a shake of the head.

“Buena esa.” You snickered inclining your head towards the side for a split second before you began to dig into your purse for something to write with, but all that you could find was a lip liner.

You deftly removed the cap from your lipliner using your teeth, holding it securely between them as you reached over to Enzo's arm. You gently placed your hand on his forearm, feeling the warmth of his skin. Enzo's eyes remained fixed on you, watching intently as you traced your phone number onto his inner arm with the lip liner. It was a moment of intimacy, one that left a lingering feeling of excitement and anticipation in the air.

“Me hubieras pedido mi celular.” He spoke after you relied back when you finished writing the numbers and putting back the cap of your liner.

“No, esto parece mejor.” You scrunched your nose before you grabbed your drink and walked back to your table.

As the scene unfolded, you remained composed and unfazed, taking a sip of your drink while your friends Lucy, Javier, and Sofia watched in amazement. Although they seemed shocked by what had occurred, you maintained your confidence and composure throughout the ordeal.

“Que tremenda,” Lucy mentions.

“¿No que no servía el perfume?” Javier jokes making all of you laugh before going back to your food.

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic fic #enzo vogrincic imagine #enzo vogrincic blurb #enzo vogrincic one shot #enzo vogrincic x you

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kimarii-00 · 4 months ago

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Meant To Be (1)

Summary: Armando is captured by a gang in Colombia where he is sure he will meet his end. He isn’t sure what he’s done to upset these people in particular, but at this point, who hasn’t he upset? He waits for his inevitable demise to greet him, but he’s confused when all that comes to him are the four bland walls in the cell that he’s kept in. He’s even more confused when their leader comes to him, giving him an… apology?

Requested by: @joykai ! (sorry it took so long to write 😭)

Word count: 2.7k

Part 1/3 (?)

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AN: Hello… LMFAO, I have no idea why this took me so long to get out. At first I just had writers block, then I got a job, school started again, my laptop broke lol, and so much more… And also I was stuck on this for soo long trying to make connections between bad boys 3 and 4, and eventually I just ended up changing the request a little bit to fit the story better, I hope that’s okay!

Instead of the story starting off with bad boys 3, I just made it start off at the end of Bad Boys 4 to better fit the storyline I was going for.

This will probably be part 1 of 3 parts, but there could possibly be more parts depending on how much I want to expand this. The goal and the minimum is 3 though.

I also didn’t edit this very thoroughly so please let me know if there is anything I should change..

ALSO THANK YOU TO @yeahnohoneybye FOR HELPING ME WITH THE SPANISH TRANSLATIONS!! Such a big help tysm! It was a while ago but they helped me with the whole spanish section!

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When Armando was breaking his neck to do his mothers’ bidding, he knew that he had fucked with a lot of the wrong people. Gangs, police officers, and just downright dangerous people, and he knew for damn sure it would come back to bite him in the ass later down the line. Though that thought that used to be at the forefront of his mind slowly retreated to the backburner when he was relatively able to avoid confrontation with the people he may have pissed off in his past. Yes, he was technically on the run… But who really cares about technicalities?

The rescue mission that he was involved in to retrieve his fathers wife and the kid of the police captain he just so happened to have killed took a lot out of him. He knew that he was lucky to have made it out alive. Thanks to his father, he was able to escape on a boat and leave before authorities could get to him since he did illegally escape from prison, even if it was because he was being pursued and had people gunning for him.

He spent a lot of time thinking while he was in the water. He was a free man with the power to go damn near anywhere he wanted… Where would he go now? He didn’t exactly have a solid plan; afterall, he wasn’t expecting to be let off the hook like this. Eventually, he arrived at a place he knew he had connections in. He docked his boat and made his way to the larger house-boat that he knew contained an old ‘friend’ of his. The place was isolated and secured, for good reason. Both he and this ‘friend’ had been involved in some dangerous shit in the past.

He knocked on the door and it took a while for anyone to answer, but he knew someone was home. In time, he heard a multitude of locks being unlocked, and the door opened. “Armando?” The man said, “¿Qué haces aquí hombre?” (What are you doing here man?) The language hit like whiplash.

Armando had spent so much time with his father and other English speaking people, it’d been a while since he’d heard it.

“Necesito un favor.”(I need a favor) Armando said, quickly and to the point.

“Que? Espera, ¿no se supone que deberías estar en la cárcel?” (What? Wait, aren’t you supposed to be in jail?) The man questioned.

Armando sighed but nodded, “Sí, pero ya no. Sucedió alguna mierda; ¿Me ayudas? Necesito algunas cosas.” (Yeah but not anymore. Some shit happened; could you just hook me up? I need some stuff) He said.

The man nodded and stepped aside so Armando could come in. The place looked as dirty and unorganized as it's always been, but it had a homey feeling that came with it.

“Disculpa el desorden,” (Sorry for the mess) He laughed, “Algun dia me animare a limpiarlo, te lo juro.” (Someday I’ll motivate myself to clean it, I swear.)

Armando rolled his eyes playfully, knowing damn well this place would never be clean, “Sí, como tu digas” (Yeah, whatever you say).

Armando explained his situation to him, “Técnicamente estoy huyendo, pero ahora necesito una casa. En algún lugar remoto.” (I'm technically on the run, but right now I need a house. Somewhere remote.) “No importa dónde esté.” (Don’t care where it is)

“Mmmm, ¿una casa? Sí, seguramente tengo algo, pero no es tan remoto como te gustaría que fuera.” (Mmmm, a house? Yeah, I probably got something, but it’s not as remote as you’d like it to be.) He said with a smile, rubbing the back of his head, “Ya sabes lo que dicen: Esconderse a plena vista, ¿cierto?” (You know what they say, hiding in plain sight, right?)

Four months. Four months Armando had been living in Columbia. At first, it was hard to get used to. He lived in a small house in an even smaller neighborhood. It took him a while to wrap his mind around the fact that he was just a normal person now. He kept in contact with his father who’d informed him that he was keeping authorities off of his back, the concept of being on the run now foreign to him.

When he’d first moved in, he was wary of everyone and everything, thinking that just one slip up could cost him his new, peaceful life. After the first month went by without any incidents, he began to accept that he was now just a regular guy.

Everything was going great for him. Almost too great.

Armando had an odd feeling today. He didn’t know what it was, but it felt like there was a pit in his stomach ever since he left his house to go to the one convenience store he came to favor. He found himself looking behind his back on more than one occasion, but he chalked it up to him being paranoid. It would happen every so often, why would this time be any different?

“...Efectivo o tarjeta?” (Cash or card?) The woman at the counter said impatiently, and he realized he was zoned out. He gave the woman what he owed in cash, took his bags and left, but he just couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling he continued to harbor.

He walked back to his home, hyper aware of the amount of times he thought he’d heard footsteps following behind him, only to turn around and see nothing that could’ve caused the sound, the rustling of bushes that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand cautiously, the chills that he swore came over him every other minute. But everytime he would investigate these strange occurrences, there would be nothing that could possibly endanger him. Why was he so paranoid today in particular?

Looking back, he definitely had a good reason to be.

He was able to return home safely, but was confused when the pit in his stomach made no effort to remove itself. In fact, he felt it only deepened the further he went in the home.

He figured it was time to get some sleep. Maybe some shut eye would help the queasiness.

He’d made it to the door to his room before he realized that something was wrong, and that the stubborn feeling he was fostering for the past thirty minutes was not just a feeling. The door to his room was slightly cracked open.

He knew for a fact that it was not like that before he left.

Just as he came to this realization, he felt a presence behind him. But he didn’t get a chance to get a look at whatever, or rather, whoever was behind him before he felt a muscular arm wrap itself around his throat and squeeze, leaving him with little air, and hardly any room to fight. He clawed at the arm, and tried to use his own strength to tear the arm away from him and create a chance to escape, loosen the grip just a little, anything.

Before long, he felt black spots dancing around the edges of his vision, and for the first time in a long ass time, he felt helpless.

He was still fighting though, and this seemed to aggravate whoever was holding him, “Just sleep dammit!” A gravelly voice said, his grip somehow tightening even more than before.

“Allow me,” A honeyed voice said. Armando faintly heard the sound of heels clicking on the hardwood floor before a dark-skinned woman came into view. She had a deceiving smile on her face as she looked over him once, and her gaze settled onto the man who was still holding onto him, “Loosen up a bit, would you?”

A loud and dramatic sigh was heard and air began to miraculously flow back into his lungs, and he figured that this was his chance to escape.

He couldn’t even make a move before he felt a prick in the side of his neck, and liquid flowed into him. It made him feel tired easily, and he felt his bones beginning to relax. His eyes lidded, mouth numb, unable to say anything.

The woman in front of him, still smiling sweetly, pulled the needle from his neck. He felt himself slipping farther and farther away from consciousness. Before he could fully fade away, however, he was able to hear his two attackers' conversation as the man let him fall limp on the ground.

“(Name)’ll be happy, this dude owes her a fuck-ton…” The man muttered.

“You know she doesn’t like it when you call her by her name–”

“She’ll let me call her whatever I want when we get this asshole to her.”

“You’re insufferable, y’know that?”

“That’s not what you were saying last night–”

“Just grab him and let's go! God…”

The man chuckled at her reaction, clearly finding it amusing to see her flustered. Armando couldn’t keep himself awake for any longer, and promptly lost consciousness as the man leaned down to pick him up and throw him over his shoulder (rather roughly may he add).

His vision filled with black and his hearing faded to the serene sound of nothingness.

He was awoken by water as cold as what he imagined to be what the water in Antarctica would be like. It splashed onto his face and dripped down into his now damp clothes.

He frantically looked around the room, senses heightened in the unfamiliar place. All he found was the metal chair he himself was sitting in, and an old, dingy light hanging over him that flickered every now and then. He found his limbs to be bound by a tight rope that he could tell were not budging any time soon. HIs lips tightened as he realized his situation. Damn it.

“You’re finally awake, I was starting to think the little miss over there killed ya,” He gestured over to the dark-skinned woman who he hadn’t noticed lurking in the corner of the room. She shrugged and her lips curled into an innocent smile.

“I told you he’d be fine.” She said, nonchalantly. Armando didn’t say a word, contemplating in his mind different ways he could handle the situation. He couldn’t spot any windows or doors other than the one that was in front of him, but he knew there was no chance of getting out through there.

“What? Cat got your tongue? Pissed that you got caught? You know, it took an awfully long time to track you down.” The man said, sliding over his own chair and sitting on it backwards, letting his arms hang over the wooden back of it.

“The boss doesn’t want you dead just yet, to my surprise. If you play your cards right you might even get to live to see another day.”

“Unfortunately.” The muscle man sighed out dramatically. Armando still found himself staying quiet. He knew that, given his past working with his mother, the list of dangerous people he’d pissed off at some point might as well have been a book. These people in particular didn’t immediately ring any bells, but they did mention this ‘boss’ of theirs, so perhaps they’re the one he tipped off.

“You know what you’re here for so what’s the point in biting your tongue? Just fess up and pay up.” The woman said, pushing herself off of the wall and making her way to him. He held eye contact until she reached him and bent down so her eyes were on the same level as his were, “Is your pride really worth your life?”

Silence filled the room, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the burly man begin to stand, looking aggravated at his continuous silence. The woman held her hand up nonchalantly, gesturing to the man to sit back down and let her handle it.

He saw the reluctance but he eventually sat back down, but Armando could tell he was getting agitated. The woman focused her attention back on him. She took her pointer finger and gently placed it underneath his chin, lifting it slightly. She had her usual smile, but her eyes gave away her irritation. “Listen, you understand you can walk out of here if you just give us what we’re owed, correct? Our boss is being awfully generous. Don’t tell me you’re just going to throw away that generosity…”

He let her finish her sentence but he wasn’t hearing any of it. Whatever he owed these people wasn’t his problem anymore, and therefore, he decided to make sure that point was well received by his two kidnappers. He spat a glob of spit right between her eyebrows.

He’d never seen someone look so offended. The fake smile dropped instantly and was replaced by the meanest stank-face he’d ever experienced. Her partner damn near broke his wooden chair as he shot up from it, the chair clattering on the ground.

“I told (Name) this asshole wouldn’t cooperate,” The man yelled. Just as he was about to stomp his way over to a helpless Armando, his phone buzzed.

The man stopped in his tracks. When he took his phone out of his pocket, his eyes widened.

“Jax.” The man said simply into the phone. Was his name Jax, or was he speaking to a Jax?

Armando felt the burning gaze of the woman he spat at, but he favored listening to Jax’s (?) conversation rather than another staring contest with the woman he’d pissed off earlier.

“Right now? But… Y-yes… Yes ma’am… I understand… We’ll be there in five.” The man said, scratching the side of his head. After a few seconds, he stuffed the phone back into his pocket and turned back around to face Armando. “Looks like you get to live a bit longer. We’ve gotta bounce.” The last sentence was directed to his partner, who hadn’t said a word in the last five minutes.

She made sure to shoot one last disgusted look at him before following behind her partner and slamming the door behind her. He distinctly heard the lock for the door be secured into place before hearing them walk away. He let out a breath.

The darkness and silence were somewhat intimidating.

He didn’t know how long he’d been left alone. If he had to guess, the minimum amount of time would’ve been at least an hour or so.

As much as he wanted to make the most of it, there wasn’t much he could do. Of course, he could realistically break the wooden chair he was sitting in by slamming it into the ground, and enough force it would definitely crack. But what was he supposed to do afterward? The door was sealed tight, he still had his restraints on and he didn’t know how many people were guarding wherever he was being held at.

Damn.

He wasn’t left with his thoughts for too long though. The door in front of him creaked open much sooner than he thought it would.

He furrowed his eyebrows. A woman walked in slowly, closing the door behind her. It wasn’t the women from before though, and if he hadn’t been in the situation he was currently in, he’d have to admit that she was stunning.

He heard her take a deep breath before letting it out in a dramatic sigh. She walked over slowly, reaching for something in her pocket. Was she going to torture him for information? Shit…

Imagine his surprise when she pulled out a sleek switchblade, but instead of cutting him, she slipped behind him and swiftly cut the ropes binding his limbs together until he suddenly felt strength regaining in his wrists. He wiped his head around in confusion and caution. Is this a trap?

She looked like she was studying him before she let out another sigh, and muttered, “Damn idiots… The wrong fucking person…”

Wrong person?

The wrong damn person?

…

Low key not happy with the way this turned out since it took me damn near 2-3 moths to finally post it but I figured I should get something out there..

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fairlyang · 1 year ago

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Thank you 🕷️

spider-man saves you

w/c: 3.1K

pairing: miguel o’hara

tags: 18+ smut. getting robbed, getting saved, then getting chased, saved, a spider-man kiss, then surprise visit, blowjob, almost getting caught

I was walking back home after going to the bodega to get some snacks when I was suddenly pulled into the alley by some man, followed by two others. "Let me go!!!" I yelled but then a hand quickly went over my mouth.

My heart was beating at a very alarming rate and panic surged my body but I couldn't think of how I could escape. I was still yelling and wiggling about trying to escape but it was no use, this man was big and so were the other two. I was a goner.

The man grabbing me had one hand over my mouth and the other around my waist, one of the other men had snatched my purse and bag of snacks. So fucking infuriating.

I have no fucking cash and all they're going to get are takis and sour skittles-

Suddenly the last guy disappeared and was pulled up so fast I stopped my theatrics and looked up to see the man webbed to the wall. Could it be?

My eyes widen when the second guy is snatched up and thrown to the floor. He is then webbed down and the guy holding me quietly gasps, his grip on me getting harder.

He then removes his hand from my mouth and went down to his pocket but before he could take out what he wanted, Spider-man finally popped up and webbed his hand to his pocket.

The man lets me go and tries to get his hand off but obviously struggling, crazy how that was his first priority.

I run towards Spider-man and he steps in front of me, watching the man struggle to get the webs off. I breathe in then out, thank god.

Then I hear scrambling but couldn't see considering Spider-man was big and tall. Not what I expected, at least he doesn't look this big on tv..

Spider-man quickly took a few steps forward and punched the mugger in the face then webbed him to the floor multiple times. I sigh in relief and feel my breathing calm down.

Spider-man turns around and looks down at me, "are you alright? Hurt at all?"

I nod, still feeling a little shaken then speak up, "I'm okay, but thank you-"

"It's no problem, just doing my job." He says making me smile.

"Well thanks anyway." I say as he walks over to the second man that he webbed up.

He goes through the webs and digs up my purse along with my bag of snacks. He then walks over to me and hands them back, "assuming these are yours..."

I nod and take them both, "thank you again-"

I get cut off by hearing the familiar sound of police sirens nearing us. I turn my head to the head of the alley seeing the lights blare through but the car wasn't in sight yet.

I turn to spider-man but he was gone, then I look up and see him just stuck to the wall above me. "Stay safe, and yell if you ever need help again." He says making me laugh.

"Can do!" I exclaim and hear the sirens getting closer and now hearing the car as well.

Spider-man swings out and I turn my head to look at the cop car that was driving towards me. The car stops in front of me and out comes the captain looking over the scene. "What happened he-"

"Mija?!? Que haces aqui- estas bien?!? Que te paso?!?" My dad rushed over to me and I just laugh while he checks me for any wounds. (Dear/honey, What are you doing here- are you okay? What happened to you?!?)

"Estoy bien papa! Unos hombre me quisieron robar pero el spider-man me salvó!" I say and smile as he raises an eyebrow at me. (I'm okay dad! Some men wanted to rob me but spider-man saved me!)

I motion to the guys webbed up and he sighs then cups my head, "estoy bien." I reassure and give him a small nod. (I'm okay)

"Mira tal ves el no está tan mal-" I say but he shoots me a glare. (Look maybe he's not that bad-)

He then sighs and nods, "nomas por hacer esto." (only for doing this)

I nod back and then hug him, "me llevas a la casa?" I ask and he laughs. (take me home?)

"Claro que si, mi niña." He whispers hugging me back tightly. (Of course, my girl. its endearing!)

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I didn't think that I'd be in any trouble after getting saved by spider-man because surely getting mugged would only happen to a person once right? Wrong!

Apparently the guys that mugged were a part of a gang or was it the mafia? Who knows but they got mad that I apparently sent their men to jail-

Because who else could they blame? Not spider-man as if they would be able to just find him and beat his ass up.

Now I was running the streets downtown as I was being chased by like six huge men trying so hard to juke and lose them but all of them were on my ass.

My legs were growing tired and I wish I hadn't decided to take a walk for fun. Especially by myself. And at night...

But still I ran as fast as I could and quickly ran in the direction of a park I knew nearby. Hoping I could tire them out and try to hide as best I can, I speed up and run straight to where there's loads of trees.

I run deeper, hearing their yells way back but I stop and start climbing a thick tree. I climb up fast and get high enough to where there's a thick branch that can hide me well enough.

I hold my breath and look down, hearing many sets of footsteps near me until I hear all of them stop one by one. I cover my mouth and try to calm my breathing down when I hear a noise I heard a few days ago.

Webs.

I then hear some groans and grunts then pure silence. I sigh and start climbing down, looking around carefully as I slip down the tree to see the men scattered all over the trees.

But no sign of him.

I get off the last bit of the tree and peer through trying to find spider-man but to my luck he was gone. Until I felt a breeze behind me and there he was hanging upside down, scaring me half to death.

I jumped and held a hand onto my heart feeling it thumping hard. "Jesus fuck-" I mutter and roll my eyes.

"No thank you this time?" He teases making me laugh. Ah so he had a sense of humor too?

I shake my head and chuckle, "not anymore." I say looking up at his masked face and smile. "Jump scares aren't very nice." I joke and pout.

"Couldn't help myself." He admits and I see the outline of a grin through his mask.

He had a really nice voice...

"So does trouble usually follow you or...." He asks and I scoff.

"No! And if anything this is your fault-"

"My fault-"

"Yeah!! They got mad you beat their friends asses and needed someone to blame." I say and playfully glare at him.

I bite my lip trying not to laugh and cross my arms against my chest as he just chuckles. "Hey does your head not hurt when you do that?" I ask earning me a laugh.

He shook his head and I shrugged, "just curious."

"Somewhat nosy-"

"Nosy?!?"

He snickers making me groan and roll my eyes, why did it feel as if we've known each other for years?

Who would've thought New York's very own hero would be easy to talk to?

"So really no thank you?" He teases again and it was now my turn to laugh in his face.

"Why are you so desperate for a thanks Spidey?" I ask and bite my lip wanting to break down laughing. Was this really happening? This didn't feel real...

He shrugs and I could practically hear and somewhat see him smiling as he spoke, "just to feel appreciated." He says sarcastically and I couldn't hide the smile that slipped through.

"Aww need some appreciation then?" I tease and he slowly nods.

He then lowers himself down, his face directly facing me. I instantly made the connection and couldn't hide the warmness that crept onto my cheeks. Oh my...

I mean how could I say no?

I take a step forward and slowly bring my hands up to his neck. Finding the end of his mask I slowly bring it down his throat, chin, then his lips. Of course he had to have pretty lips.

Bet he was fine underneath as well-

I ignore my thoughts and just lean in, I move my hands to cup his cheeks and close my eyes as I kissed him softly, him kissing back instantly. I felt a shiver run down my spine and I unfortunately smiled through the kiss.

As embarrassed as I was, it made me feel better when he did as well. I pull back then peck his lips a few times then stop, letting our lips be millimeters apart while I grinned ear to ear before pulling away completely. I grab the ends of his mask and bring it up to his lips then over to conceal the rest of him.

I lean in and quietly whisper, "thank you."

I let go of the mask and walk away feeling my heart face and my cheeks grow even warmer. Wow.

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I was fortunate enough to have gone a week with no trouble or anyone bothering me.

Which on one side was a good thing because I wasn't getting chased or mugged but on the other I wasn't getting saved by the spider.

I couldn't get that kiss out of my head and that voice-

It wasn't my fault I had a thing for nice voices... If anything it was his fault for sounding so hot...

But I wanted more and it was getting so hard to control my thoughts when I was home alone or in general. My dad took notice of this and was getting annoyed I wouldn't tell him why I was so distracted lately.

How could I tell my father that I couldn't get spider-man out of my head? Bad enough he only barely tolerated him now and ONLY because he saved me. Otherwise he'd still be anti-spiderman.

Even then he stills complains about him but tried not to do it to my face considering I'd tell him how thankful I was that he saved me, twice.

Mom said third times the charm and I'd get a kiss and before I could respond my dad started choking on his food. So that immediately was something I knew I wasn't going to admit to them. Ever.

Now I was on the roof of our apartment building looking out into the starry night sky and tall building while somewhat falling asleep on the lawn chair I was in.

The only reason I hadn't knocked out was because the sounds of the literal crickets were keeping me awake. Very quiet but I could still hear them and it was a good thing because I'd be getting yelled at if I were to accidentally sleep up here.

Or for what I was about to do...

I was dozing off again when I heard footsteps behind me which made me jump and go into panic mode assuming it was my dad. "Papi te prometo que no me estaba durmiendo-" I say quickly and whip my head behind me only to see spider-man. (dad I promise that I wasn't falling asleep-)

What-

"De verdad? Porque creo que tus ojos estaban cerrados..." his now familiar voice teases and I blush. (Really? Because I think your eyes were closed....)

Spanish? Oh god I'm fucked-

I clear my throat and cough, what the fuck-

"Well I uh- hmm.. just wanted to chill up here." I say and scratch the back of my neck.

"What's your excuse? Are you stalking me?" I tease and turn my head facing the buildings again.

I bite my lip and feel my face grow warmer like never before. God at least he could hide his face and reactions under that mask...

I hear him chuckle and feel his presence now next to me. I turn my head to the right only to be met with his crotch to my face instantly making me whip my head right back around in embarrassment. Oh my god he's going to kill me- unknowingly too-

"What would you say if I was?" He whispers, barely audible, and I feel my breath hitch. Oh shit-

" I'd say you're crazy...." I mutter and clear my throat, finding newfound confidence.

I turn my head then tilt my head to look at him, "I'd say it looks like you want a proper thank you..."

I bat my eyelashes at him and I could almost swear I heard him groan. Didn't look like i misheard him based off the way he was tilting his head back. I breathe in and smile up at him, "so which is it?"

He looks down at e and grabs a hand down to cut my cheek. He rubs his thumb against my skin and I could swore I felt like I was going to melt. "Enséñame que tanto estás agradecida de lo que hice." He whispers and I nod, subconsciously squeezing my thighs together. (Show me how thankful you are for what I did)

I then bring my eyes down to look at his crotch, his bulge already popping through his skin tight suit. The shape itself was enough to send me into cardiac arrest and maybe pass away.

He was so thick.

I gasp and gulp before placing a hand against him, slowly rubbing him through his suit. He hissed and bucked his hips forward making me giggle. "Con calma.... Trust me I won't be leaving right now..." I say and look up info his eyes I continue my slow movements. (With calmness)

He moans and bucks his hips towards me again, I giggle and stroke him faster. "Nomas quisiste esto?" I tease and he groans. (You just wanted this?)

"Usa esa boca para algo más nena." He murmurs making me look up at him with wide eyes. (Use that mouth for something else baby girl)

Holy fuck...

Nonetheless I paid attention, I pull the bottom half of his suit and he had some boxers on, which was a bit surprising. "Di menos." I mutter and bring the boxers down making his cock spring up to his stomach. (Say less)

My mouth hung low and I squeezed my thighs together again, for any kind of friction . I took his shaft in my hands and gathered a good amount of spit in my mouth before spitting on his dick having it go from the tip and down to bis balls.

I licked my lips and felt my body shake in articulation as I leaned in and left a small kiss to his red leaking tip. I then left little kitten licks on it as I collected all his precum in my mouth. I slowly start stroking him and taking more of him in my mouth as I heard his moans above me.

I felt his hands go down to grip onto my hair and couldn't help the whimper escaping my lips when he pulled on my hair. I go down deeper feeling myself gag on it a bit before even reaching halfway and pull out. I continue stroking him as I catch my breath and moan when he makes me take him in my mouth again.

I take him in my mouth happily and bob my head up and down making sure to have his tip hit the back of my throat. "Fuck- that's such a good girl- asi mami no te muevas." He moans out and slowly starts thrusting his hips forward. (Just like that baby don't move)

I bring my hand down and just let him fuck my face, letting him choose his own pace as he was now doing deep thrusts. I closed my eyes, feeling them swell up but not giving a care in the world.

"Your mouth feels so good baby- so fucking good." He purrs as he now moves faster, not caring if I can breathe properly.

His thrusts become more rapid and deep and I just let it happen, this was all too hot and I was just thinking with the ache between my legs.

I usually prefer receiving but with the way he's letting out all these noises I wanted to always be there to please him.

"Such a good girl for me- shit!" He moans and suddenly I feel him throbbing in my mouth.

He's now thrusting a bit slower but still making sure to hit the back of my throat as his orgasm hit. He grabbed my head with both hands and made me go all the way down that I felt his happy trail tickle my nose. I moaned and felt my legs shake as I tasted and swallowed all of his warm cum.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him with his head tilted back and the eyes on his mask closed. His hands drop to his sides and I slowly slip his cock out but then quickly take it down my throat again earning myself the hottest whimper I've ever heard.

I squeeze my thighs together and now actually slip his cock out of my mouth. It slips out letting out a nice 'pop' before he finally looks down at me and smiles. "Thank you." I whisper looking up at him with innocent doe eyes making him groan.

He then brought himself down and propped himself to my level before bringing his mask up revealing his lips and without a second thought, kissing me.

I kissed back immediately and wrapped my arms behind his neck as his hand went down to my thigh. He traced circles I've fit and slowly started going up when he stopped and pulled away.

Quickly scrambling to pull his boxers and shut up while I look at him confused. He then leans down giving me a quick kiss that I couldn't reciprocate when he runs off the roof jumping off and swinging away.

I frown and look at the spot where he just was, where I just took him in my mouth. Then I heard the roof door open and my eyes shoot open. Shit.

"Mija ya es tarde! Vente a dormir no mames." My dad scolds and I just stand up and nervously laugh, walking on over to him. (It's late! Come to sleep don't exaggerate. but literally means 'don't suck')

If he knew what I just did I'd be dead-

#miguel ohara #across the spiderverse #miguel ohara imagine #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara smut #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #Miguel o hara

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a-victorian-girl · 1 year ago

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Wonder what Mariana said to Archie?

Originally she said:

Mariana: "-Ey! Archie! How was your walk, buddy! Did John get distracted? (sighs) Todos los hombres son iguales... pero no tu, Archie. A ti pobrecito te han quitado las pelotas!... Tu puedes pensar con claridad, verdad que si? Uhhh beautiful boy!

What she actually said was:

Mariana: "-Ey! Archie! How was your walk, buddy! Did John get distracted? (sighs) All men are the same... but not you, Archie. Poor thing, they took away your balls!... You can think clearly, right? Uhhh beautiful boy!

This was what Mariana said to Archie. Now you know too ;)

(because you ask me to do this post @keirgreeneyes 🤭)

#sherlock and co #sherlock & co #mariana #mrs hudson #the noble bachelor #part one

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pitufitaispunk · 3 months ago

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Velvet Ring

Chapter Two: Florería

Pairing: Riff x Latina! Reader (West Side Story 2021)

Velvet Ring Masterlist

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I hurriedly make my way from the apartment to the florería just a few blocks away on Mulberry Street, hoping I wouldn't be late. Señora Rivera, albeit kind and generous, was a very strict woman. Especially when it came to punctuality. I sigh in relief as I check my watch just before entering the shop — 8:58am, three minutes early. I push open the door and rush inside.

"Buenos días, Señora Rivera." I say cheerily, the little bell above the door jingling as I walk in. I look around curiously as I'm met with silence, then laugh as I spot her snoring in her rocking chair behind the counter. I tiptoe to the back room and find my coworkers, Marisol and Lupita sat at the tiny circular table set up in one corner, gossiping away. They look up at me with wide eyes as if they were children who had been caught eating sweets before dinner.

"Buenos días, muchachas." I greet them, a slight smirk on my face as they giggle vivaciously.

"Buenos días, Y/N, ¿cómo están Anita y Bernardo?" Marisol asks, standing from her seat to tie her apron around her waist.

I hang up my purse on the coat rack next to the door and grab my own apron out of my cubby, "Eh, están bien. Nardo has been at the gym a lot lately, he's been coming home with more bruises and cuts. Me preocupa por el." Marisol and Lupita hum in understanding. I smile meekly and tie my apron tightly around my waist, "Pero Anita esta muy bien, she's been getting a lot of work at the dress shop. I ask her if she's tired of it, but you know Anita, she's a hard worker. Dice que está feliz de tener más trabajo."

Lupita tosses her graying curls up into a bun and laughs, "Esa Anita, I admire her really. I work with flowers for a few hours a day and then I go home, complaining to Berto that my back aches. No sé cómo me aguanta ese hombre." Marisol and I laugh. Lupita and her husband, Roberto, have been together since they were about my age and they've been married for 40 years now. Lupita always joked that Berto was probably tired of her and that one day he'd leave her for a less irritating woman, but every time he looks at her, all I see is love in his eyes.

Speaking of eyes, I still hadn't been able to stop thinking about that Jet I saw at the market today. His face kept popping up in my head, even though I have absolutely no interest in a boy like that. How could I? The Jets torment Puerto Ricans constantly, I even got a live demonstration of that today. But that didn't stop my wandering mind.

I snap out of my thoughts as Marisol pinches my arm teasingly, "¿Y tú, jovencita? Has Bernardo still been trying to find your future husband?" Lupita cackles at this, making me frown.

I sigh in exhaustion and nod, "He won't give it a rest. He's tried setting me up with at least 5 of his friends these past few months! They're all nice boys, pero... Bernardo me trata como una bebé."

Lupita pats my back, "No te preocupes, nena. He'll come around and see that he doesn't need to be so protective of you anymore." I give her a small smile and nod. I hope she's right.

Just then, the break room slams open. Señora Rivera stands there in the doorway, rubbing her tired eyes, "Muchachitas, ¿están aquí para trabajar o para hablar todo el día?" We all laugh and hurry out of the break room to get to work.

I take my usual place behind the counter, so that Señora Rivera can continue napping. Lupita begins putting the freshly delivered flowers into beautiful arrangements, while Marisol grabs her watering can and starts pouring into the pots of the flowers in the windows. It's this kind of perfect harmony everyday and although it can be a bit mundane at times, I wouldn't trade it for anything else.

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After a busy day, at 3:00, Señora Rivera sends us home, half an hour earlier than we usually get off. I guess she was feeling generous today. Lupita, Marisol, and I hurry to put our aprons away and grab our purses before walking out the back door into the alley behind the shop.

"¡Hasta mañana, Y/N!" They call to me as they walk towards the opposite end of the alley. Lupita and Marisol live a bit further away from the florería than I do, so they take the subway to and from work together.

"Hasta mañana." I call back before turning to walk away.

I then bump into a hard chest.

My heart drops. I feel too terrified to even look up at whoever I just bumped into, but then, I notice the familiar tattoos on their arms. I slowly lift my gaze and am met with those same blue eyes from earlier today. I don't say anything, I just stare up at the Jet. His face was curious as he looked down at me, it frightened me a little. I've heard that the Jets were unpredictable and in this moment, I couldn't tell if this boy was about to kiss me or kill me. At this point, I don't know which would be worse. His face breaks into a soft grin and he finally speaks to me.

"I saw you earlier today, didn't I?" He asks, his expression turning smug now. I quickly shake my head, not daring to speak. He laughs and it sounds strangely warm, "No, I did. I'd remember those big eyes of yours anywhere. You're like a deer in headlights. You usually like that?" He cranes his neck, trying to lower himself to my height. I shake my head again and he straightens up, smirking softly, "Well, I'll see you around, chica." He says those words with such confidence that it makes my brows pinch. How was he so sure he'd see me again? And what gave him the right to talk to me at all?

I huff softly and begin walking past him, clutching my purse tightly, just in case he tries something. I hear him chuckle behind me and I just know he's watching me walk away. The thought makes my cheeks flush furiously.

As I turn out of the alley, I bump into yet another hard chest. I huff a laugh, feeling a bit stupid now, before looking up. Luckily, it was a familiar face this time.

"Hola, Manuel. ¿Cómo estás?" I greet Bernardo's friend politely with a smile, softening my grip on my purse.

He smiles sweetly down at me, rocking on his heels, "Hola, Y/N. Estoy bien, what about you? You look a little startled." He quirks a brow at me, taking in my still pinched brows.

I relax my face and laugh awkwardly, quickly thinking of some absurd story in my head. "I'm fine, I just had a... uh, little scare with a stray cat in the alley. Pobrecito, deberías haberlo visto. He was all bones, chewing on an old shoe, but being skinny didn't stop him from nearly clawing my face off." I laugh again, Manuel laughs along with me, but I can tell he's just doing it to be polite.

He clears his throat and tucks his hands into his pockets nervously, "Y/N, quería preguntarte algo..." My lips quirk into a thin line. I had a feeling Bernardo would try and get another one of his friends to ask me out again, it had been too quiet lately. With the dance coming up in just a few weeks, I figured that's what Manuel would ask me about.

I quickly pretend to check my watch and suck in a breath of air through my teeth, "Ay, Manuel, perdón. I really have to go, Anita needs help with cleaning the apartment today and I promised I'd help her. ¡Adiós!" I wave to him and quickly run down the block. Sure, it was immature and rude, but I just couldn't deal with another one of Bernardo's insane matchmaking attempts today.

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I rush into the apartment and close the door behind me, slumping against it tiredly. At this time of day, Nardo was at the gym and Anita was at the dress shop. It was a small window of time in the apartment that was just for me.

I kick off my flats and hang my purse up on the key rack next to the door before waltzing into my bedroom. I kick my door shut and flop face down onto my bed, snuggling into my blanket. Thankfully, the heat had gone down just a bit and the yarn in my blanket didn't feel nearly as uncomfortable as it did this morning. I turn over onto my back and sigh contentedly, staring up at the ceiling. My moment of peace is then interrupted by a flash of the Jet's face in my mind. My smile drops. I turn onto my stomach again, bury my face in my pillow and groan in frustration. Why couldn't I get him out of my head? Maybe there's something wrong with me.

I climb out of my bed and walk over to my bedroom window, opening up the lace curtains to soak in the sunshine. I open up the window and climb onto the fire escape, hoping the fresh air would help me ease my mind. I sit on the steps and close my eyes, basking in the fresh air and sun rays. Then, I remember what that Jet said to me and it makes everything worse!

"I'd remember those big eyes of yours anywhere..."

I scoff to myself, my cheeks flushed. What did that even mean?! Was he trying to flirt with me? Did I like it? No. This is not happening. I don't even know his name! But I do know one very important thing. He is a Jet. That should be enough reason for me to drop this silly idea... but it isn't. That Jet was flirting with me and some sick part of me liked it. There is no denying it, no matter how hard I try. Just then, an idea strikes my mind. A way to get the Jet out of my head for good. A solution that's been staring me in the face, presenting itself to me time and time again. Well, now I will finally give in. Now, I will let it happen. I am going to let Nardo set me up with one of his friends.

This is sure to work! Most of Nardo's friends are handsome and fun. How could I possibly think of the Jet when I'm with a Shark? It's a foolproof plan. When Bernardo and Anita come home, I will surrender. After three long months of dodging dates left and right, I will tell Nardo that I've been considering his words and I've decided to go to the dance with one of his friends. Nardo will most likely choose Manuel. I wouldn’t be upset about it being Manuel. He's a good looking boy with his tan skin, curly brown hair, and perfect teeth. Yes, this is a good plan. A solid plan.

I smile triumphantly to myself before climbing through the window back into my bedroom. I sigh softly and begin tidying up a bit. I need to busy myself, I can't think about this too long or I'll regret it before it even happens.

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When Anita and Bernardo get home at around 5:00, I usher them to sit with me at the dining table. I smile at them, they both give me a look like I'm crazy, then I clear my throat, "I've decided on something. I think this will satisfy you both."

Bernardo quirks a brow at me, "Well, spit it out, pollita."

I laugh softly and nod, "Okay... I am going to let you choose my date for the dance."

Anita's eyes widen in surprise and Bernardo grins broadly, "¡Finalmente! I've been waiting for you to say this, it's a miracle!"

Anita rolls her eyes at him as he continues going on his rant of triumph. Nardo then stands from the table, "I'm going to tell Manuel!" He runs out of the apartment in excitement, shutting the door behind him.

Anita quirks a brow at me in suspicion, "So... why have you suddenly given up? What's going on with you?"

I pinch my brows, "¿De que estás hablando?"

She stands from her seat and circles the table until she stands before me, "You know what I'm talking about. Just today you were whining to me, saying that you didn't want to go to the dance because your brother would try to get you to go with one of his friends. What made you change your mind?"

I laugh, shaking my head, "Nada, I'm just trying to be a good sister and make life easier for my brother."

Anita gives me a look like she doesn't believe me, but backs off anyway, "Okay... if you say so, Y/N."

I give her a soft smile, "Don't worry about me, Anita."

She laughs, gently pulling me into a hug, "I always worry."

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#mike faist #west side story #riff lorton x reader #riff west side story #mike faist x reader #anita #bernardo #1950s #west side story 2021 #riff lorton

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ravennaortiz · 1 year ago

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Two Worlds

Summary: How does Manny handle finding Juice in his sisters house. Sons/Mayans AU. 18+ Flashbacks/Time Jumps.

This was requested by @hatersaremymotivators using the prompts number 2. I'm not the right man for you and number 7. Stay away from my sister.

Neither man spoke for a moment as they stared at each other. "Go ahead and finish putting your shirt on." drawled Manny his face giving Juice no hint as to what he was thinking. Juice yanked his black tshirt down quickly and stepped to the table where the Mayan was sitting. "You must be Manny. Lupe has told me a lot about you" stated Juice as he extended his hand out to shake. "Odd she's not said a word about you" replied Manny as he leaned back in the chair letting his words fall between them like grenades.

Juice nodded as he withdrew his hand and rubbed the back of his neck. Angel and the others had warned him about Manny. That he wouldn't approve of Lupe dating a Son. "Listen man. I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot here. Finding a random guy in your" started Juice trying to make light of the awarknedness. "I'mma cut you off. Facts are I never wanna see you in my sisters house, around my sister, say her name ever again after this moment" stated Manny as he leaned forward on his elbows his eyes never leaving Juices.

"Are you asking me to break up with your sister?" questioned Juice taken aback. "No I'm telling you. You two should never have been together in the first place. I get my sister being a bit naïve on the danger but you? Your a grown man who knows the darker side of the leather we wear. Sons and Mayans might have an alliance now but what about when that gets broken? Mayans and SONs will both want her dead." snapped Manny his voice tight and low with anger. Juice was shocked at the venom in Mannys voice and couldn't speak for a moment. "I would never let anyone hurt Lupe. Your sister" started to reassure Juice before Manny sighed and stood up. " Look, I've been told your a good dude and that you are treating Lupe like she deserves. I appreciate that but I want you to stay away from my sister. This will be our only talk on the matter." stated Manny as he made his way out of the kitchen. "I don't repeat myself either by the way" called Manny over his shoulder.

Four Months Prior

"The regal Guadalupe is gracing us mere peasants with her presence tonight boys" greeted Angel as he kicked EZ out of the chair for her. "Eres un niño"(you such a child) stated Lupe as she rolled her eyes at Angel. "I love when you call me names mami" purred Angel as he leaned in to her space. "¿No recuerdas qué pasó con el último hombre que entró en mi espacio personal? (Do you not remember what happened to the last man who got in my personal space?). replied Lupe as she patted his cheek as she smiled at him. "Sí. Lo enterré. (Yes. I buried him) answered Angel with a chuckle.

"You two are so weird" muttered Coco as he took a drag off his cigarette as Gilly nodded in agreement. "Says the man who pretended to be his daughters brother for most of her life and now wonders why she wont listen to him" snipped Lupe making Gilly and Angel laugh. "You know you could be nicer" replied Coco as he rolled his eyes. "I'm letting your kid live with me. How much nicer do you want me to be" replied Lupe with a raised brow. "I have a list" replied Coco with a smirk as he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "On that note I'm going to get another beer" replied Angel as he stood up while Coco and Lupe bickered away.

A couple hours later a guy with a mohawk and tribal tattoos on his head caught Lupes attention as he spoke to Bishop and a man named Chibs who was the President of the Sons. Lupe sipped her beer as she studied the well muscled man with a gorgeous smile. "I'll catch you guys later" stated Lupe as she stood up and made her way over to the bar where the men were now standing.

Juice had been casually scanning the crowd still not feeling quite at home in the Mayans clubhouse when a leggy brunette with curves he would love to travel stepped into his view. Juice felt his soul leave his body when there eyes met. He was so entranced in her aura that he didn't register she was speaking to him until he felt Chibs nudge him in the back.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear you" half fibbed Juice as he felt himself start to sweat as she cocked her head to the side. "I said, hi I'm Guadalupe but you can call me Lupe. " repeated the gorgeous woman in front of him as she let her eyes drift over him. He's even hotter up close Lupe thought to herself. "Juice" replied Juice as he stook out his hand to shake. The feel of her soft skin against his roughened made sparks fly as she laughed. "Something tells me your momma didn't carry you for months on end and endure birth to just name you Juice" joked Lupe as she smiled at him. Juice chuckled as he nodded. "Real name is Juan Carlos" he explained as he took a sip of his beer to calm his nerves. "Juan Carlos. I like the sound of that" purred Lupe as she put her hand on his forearm. "I like how you say it" replied Juice as he shot her a wink.

Next Morning Lupe's House

Lupe had just stepped into her kitchen, where Letty sat drinking coffee and eating breakfast ,when she heard her front door open and Angel call out. "To what do I owe this early morning visit?" inquired Lupe as she walked into the living room yawning. "Did you bed a Son last night after you ditched your friends?" inquired Angel with arms folded as he shot her s sly look. "Hmm, I dont' think I understand your question" replied Lupe as she put on her best poker face.

"I'd say you gave him that good shit cause he was up before me and made us both food before that old man with scars picked him up just so you know. So like keep that up cause he cooks better than you" inserted Letty as she joined Angel and Lupe in the living room. "Letty" grumbled Lupe as her face warmed and Angel dropped to the floor laughing. "What? You deserve to have your back" started Letty making Angel howl louder with laughter as Lupe cut her off. "Enough! Room now please" snapped Lupe as she closed her eyes. "That kid is great" stated Angel as he wiped tears from his eyes after a couple minutes. "If you must know. Yes and we are going out to dinner next weekend" sighed Lupe as she made her way back to the kitchen with Angel hot on her heels.

Present Day

The clubhouse door slamming open and an angry tirade of Spanish mixed in with English had every Mayan in silence. Lupes eyes were ablaze and her mascara streaked cheeks were a sight as she scanned the room for her brother . Manny sighed as he slid out of a chair and made his way to her. "I'm a grown ass woman!" snapped Lupe as she jabbed her finger into her brothers chest. "Hell yeah she is. Look at that grown woman body" shouted Angel as he tried to diffuse the situation. "How dare you tell Juice to break up with me. Have him telling me " I'm not the right man for you?" continued Lupe each jab getting harder as her temper flared. "He's not Lupe. Being in two worlds is " started Manny as he stepped back slightly as his chest ached. "Screw you" interrupted Lupe as she stepped back into his personal space.

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odetodilfs · 2 years ago

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Pololo

Pairing: Joel Miller x hispanic!male!reader

Warnings: none but this has A LOT of Spanish (translations at the end)

A/N: I'm sorry that it's kinda shitty, but I tried to keep descriptions as vague as possible as well as many thing cause I want this to be readable for every hispanic no matter what your country is from

It was a quiet afternoon with Joel in Jackson, cuddling, kissing each other when you felt like it. Ellie was in her room, probably flicking through some magazines you’d managed to find in an abandoned home. Your head was on Joel’s chest, you were feeling really cozy in that position, his warm breathing on your hair, it was heaven. You still had a hard time believing this was real, how you had a beautiful boyfriend, how you had adopted a beautiful girl, it was all so perfect, of course, it wasn’t really, it was very far from it, you did live in a world where raiders and clickers were less than 1000 meters away from the city, but it was good compared to the realities of many others.

“Can you teach me Spanish?” he said out of the blue. He’d heard you speaking it, he knew you were proud of your *(insert hispanic country)*’s heritage, your culture, and the fact that he wanted to learn it was kind of cute. “It’s hard, do you really want to?” you made sure,

“I’m very sure” he smiled, “Hola” he said, you laughed and rolled your eyes with a smile, “Oh wow”

“I’m trying my best, tell me something in Spanish” he asked, and you obeyed, “Joel, eres el hombre más hermoso que he visto en mi vida” you said, “Something about me” he smirked

“Yeah,” “Good or bad?” he asked “Hmmm, I could just not tell you,” “No, please tell me” “What’s the word?” you teased slightly

“P-¿ Por favor?” he begs you

“I just said that you were the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen” you smiled, Joel blushed slightly, “I am?” “Sí, lo eres” you kissed him sweetly on the lips.

“But can you teach me Spanish?” he asked again “Of course, querido” you said as you roped him in for a hug. His warmth filling you, you looked up at his eyes, those beautiful brown eyes that kept you alive, “My beautiful brown eyed man…” you smiled at him, he just looked down at you with a smile, “I could say the same about you” he smiled, looking down and kissing your forehead again, he lost himself in your dark hair.

Two months went by and Joel’s Spanish was surprisingly amazing, he clearly enjoyed learning just for you, you had a simple system, every time he got something right you kissed him on the lips sweetly, that proved to be very effective…

“Ok pues Joel, dime cómo te gusta tomarte el café” you asked, trying to have conversations in Spanish, “Me gusta con poca azúcar y poca leche” his words tinted with that cute southern accent of his, but you didn’t mind, “Correct!” you exclaimed and went to kiss him on the lips, enjoying that mustache against your upper lip, “Me gusta tus besos” he said, incorrectly, “Nope, you like my kisses in plural, so how is it?” he thought about it,

“Ugh… I can’t remember…” he said, “You add a letter at the end of “gusta”” you hinted but he still didn’t get it, “I’ll kiss a part of your body that starts by it, you slowly went in and kissed his arched nose, he sighed in slight pleasure and it clicked for him, “Me gustan tus besos…” he corrected himself.

“Precioso” you kissed his forehead and hugging him, giving him his reward for his minimal thinking, you really just wanted to feel his touch, “look at you, you’re basically a ranchero now!” you joked, he laughed “or huaso, or gaucho” “What are those?” he asked

“Cowboys but from other countries” he smiled at the thought, “I see you, you’d look cute with a poncho and a hat” you teased, he blushed like mad

“I would?” “Yeah, you would,” you said as you kissed him on the cheek.

“Mi pololo” you said

“What does that mean?” “It means boyfriend in slang really, but you can pretty much use it for anyone you love” you smiled at him, he said “Po… lolo?” he repeated “Yes, pololo” you smiled at him, “but one day, we could be esposos” you smirked at him because he knew what you were saying, “Yeah, one day” he smiled and laughed to himself, as he knew that tonight would be the night he’d propose to you in your language.

TRANSLATIONS (won't translate what's already done in the fic)

Querido = Dear

Sí, lo eres = Yes, you are

Ok pues Joel, dime cómo te gusta tomarte el café = Ok so Joel, tell me how you like your coffee

Me gusta con poca azúcar y poca leche = I like with little sugar and little milk

Me gustan tus besos… = I like your kisses...

Precioso = Precious

Ranchero = Basically, the Mexican version of a cowboy

Huaso = A cowboy too, but from Chile Gaucho = Yet another cowboy, but from Argentina

#joel miller #joel miller x male reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal characters #gay #hispanic male reader #hispanic reader

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tomhardymyking · 5 months ago

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𝗧𝗼𝗺, the only man who makes me sigh and bite my lip ❤️

HOW HANDSOME HE IS 🤩💘 And his neck is so tempting 🥴🔥

I wonder when we will have a new photoshoot of him 🤔 Will it be in September/October for the 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 promotion 👀?

I thought we would have one for the 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 promotion last June but in the end that didn't happen 😅

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𝗧𝗼𝗺, el único hombre que me hace suspirar y morderme el labio ❤️

QUÉ GUAPO ES 🤩💘 Y su cuello es tan tentador 🥴🔥

Me pregunto cuándo tendremos una nueva sesión de fotos de él 🤔 ¿Será en septiembre/octubre para la promoción de 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎: 𝑬𝒍 𝑼𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒐 𝑩𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆 👀?

Pensaba que tendríamos uno para la promoción de 𝑩𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒍𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒔𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒐 el pasado junio pero al final no fue así 😅

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baki-tiene-un-simp · 2 years ago

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Jack is insecure and doesn't know what the reader finds in him and openly asks what they find in such a monster. Jack gets very embarrassed and loses all his shit when the reader whispers to him that they are a monstrfucker, xenophile (love of aliens and the like) + a kink about the size difference. So he has nothing to worry about. Jack can then buy "vampire fang caps" and put them on his titanium teeth, or swap some teeth for titanium fangs and enjoy the reader's reaction

Situation: Jack questions why his S/O likes him / Jack cuestiona el porqué su S/O gusta de él.

Jack Hanma.

"What could you like about me?"

S/O muttered at Jack's comment, after a while the big man had decided to talk and it wasn't particularly what he expected. Jack's jaw clenched as he felt the eyes of others land on him. He had let that comment go without further ado, interrupting the atmosphere that had been built by the comfortable silence.

His partner cocked their heads, confused, silently asking him what that had been. He sighed and repeated to himself out loud.

He's had a particularly heavy week, too much going on in his head clouding his thoughts for too long, "I'm a monster."

"Actually, I'm a Monstrfucker" they replied, Jack turns to his S/O who laughs at their own joke.

Jack listens when his partner clears their throat after quieting them laughter, "Xenophilia is also something that interests me" the S/O admitted with some regret. Jack listened with more interest. "Also, I love your incredible size, it makes me feel so comfortable to be in your arms"

"You're everything I could ever want," Jack's skin tingles at those words, a comforting warmth clinging to his chest as his S/O simply smiles at them confession.

'Are they Monsterfuckers? I can always get some fake fangs if you seem to like that'

The thought amused Jack, the S/O's last words replaying in his mind therapies for his restless brain.

Versión en español.

Jack Hanma.

"¿Qué podría gustarte de mí?"

S/O murmuro ante el comentario de Jack, después de un rato el gran hombre había decidido hablar y no era particularmente lo que esperaba. La mandíbula de Jack se tensó cuando sintió los ojos ajenos posarse en él. Había dejado ir ese comentario sin más, interrumpiendo la atmosfera que se había construido por el cómodo silencio.

Su pareja ladeó la cabeza, confundida, preguntándole silenciosamente que había sido eso. Él suspiró y se repitió a sí mismo en voz alta.

Ha tenido una semana particularmente pesada, demasiadas cosas en su cabeza nublando sus pensamientos durante demasiado tiempo, "Soy un monstruo".

"Es bueno que me sienta atraído por eso", respondió, Jack voltea hacia su S/O que se ríe de su propia broma.

Jack escucha cuando su pareja aclara su garganta después de calmar su risa, "la xenofilia también es algo que me interesa" el S/O admitió con algo de pena. Jack escuchó con más interés. "Además, amo tu increíble tamaño, me hace sentir tan a gusto estar entre tus brazos"

"Eres todo lo que podría desear", la piel de Jack hormiguea ante esas palabras, una calidez reconfortante se adhiere a su pecho cuando su S/O simplemente sonríe por su confesión.

'¿Le gustan los monstruos? Siempre puedo conseguir unos colmillos falsos si eso parece gustarle'

El pensamiento le causo gracia a Jack, las últimas palabras del S/O se repiten en su mente de forma terapéutica para su intranquilo cerebro.

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gadriezmannsgirl · 2 years ago

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Men Are All The Same - Pedri González

Sooo... I got this idea, this morning while listening to this song, waiting for my Class to start at Uni and I don't know why but all I could see was Pedri fitting in this shot. So, I hope you guys like it.

Song Inspo: Los Hombres Son Todos Iguales - Lasso (Such a beautiful song)

*Song name traduces to: Men Are All The Same* *Don't worry, song lyrics will be traduced to English* Italics means song lyrics

I tell her in her ear: "You are the most beautiful woman that I've seen in my life" She laughs and replies: "Seriously, don't you have a better line?" She tells me in my ear that she wasn't born yesterday, That she already learned that lesson. I laugh and reply that she agree to have a drink with me and then decide

"Pero, es que tú eres la mujer más hermosa que he visto en toda mí vida" (But, you are the most beautiful woman that I've seen in my whole life) Pedri says leaning into your ear whispering the words so that only the two of you can hear it

It's been four months since you and Pedri have met at that clothing store where he was trying to run away from some fans and collied with you, dragging you unintentionally, into one of the fitting rooms.

It was weird how much time it passed for his fans to leave the store (Three solid and good hours), so in between that time he made an effort to make a nice conversation trying to fix the fact you also got stuck with him. Resulting in a good friendship.

But, he obviously has been trying to hit on you since two months ago. And you can't say that you're not interesed in him, because he is damn beautiful, but you were broken before and you weren't going to let him break you once more.

Not when you just fixed yourself.

And adding the fact, Pedri is a famous persona. That only make your walls come higher than before.

"¿De verdad, Pedri? Pensé que tendrías una mejor línea que esa. It's very cliché" (Really, Pedri? I thought you had a better line than that one)

"Come on, you know it's true"

"I wasn't born yesterday, González" You replied "I know how that game works, I learned the lesson from it"

"Pero, venga" (But, come on) Pedri insisted "Let me have a drink with you, if you think I'm like the others, I'll back down" You looked into his eyes.

You were trying really hard to fight it. But you knew and he knew, he had that drink with you in his hands.

Like a star, she leaves me at daylight When she leaves, I pray to heaven, the night, just to see her again She is so beautiful, she hates being toyed with She swears that if she falls in love with me, she can only suffer, she already knows: "Men are all the same"

"¿Y?" (And?) Pedri asks after dropping her at her apartment after that date night

"I had a great time with you, González" You replied with a soft smile making Pedri break into a grin

"So? When is our next date?" You rolls your eyes and shake your head lightly

"It's getting late for you to drive"

"You're offering me your place to stay tonight?"

"I'm telling you, you should go to your house and have a good night, you're on training tomorrow" You said opening the door to your apartment

"Why are you so hard on yourself? You know you want to but you aren't accepting" You sigh after hearing Pedri's words

"You're beautiful, González" You began "But, if I fall in love with you all I'm gonna end up with is with a broken heart and I can't handle that again. Not again. Because no one is there to pick up the pieces except for me. Men Are All The Same, Pedri"

"Well, no", I tell her: "I'm not like that" "You charge me when the debt is not mine" "Pardon me", I tell her, "I am going to insist" "You can't live with fear all your life" She tells me: "They all start out like you, with a twinkle in their eyes" "And little by little, the routine drives them crazy and they take off" She tells me: "I hate being in love, being so blind and devoted" "So when something goes wrong, they'll leave with another one much prettier, prettier"

"I'm sorry to correct you, bonita. I'm not like that" Pedri shakes his head laughing lightly "You're charging me when the debt isn't mine. It isn't my fault some idiot didn't know what a wonderful woman he had by his side. I'm truly sorry he broke your heart and that I wasn't there to help you pick it up again"

"But I do know how wonderful you are and I'm trying to have you by my side, I know how much you are worth, you're so precious, it's crazy" Pedri shook his head "So I'm sorry, but I'll insist until you give in, you can't live with fear for the rest of your life"

"He told me the exact same thing you said, Pedri. He had the same look on his face, you're having right now. I fell, I fell and hard" You sighed taking a deep breath not wanting to cry "...And I hated it. I was so blind, so in love, so devoted and when something went wrong, even the smallest thing, he left me, blaming me for everything, for what went right and for what went wrong, for what it happened and for what it didn't. Everything, Pedri. He took the love I saved for myself and I watched him giving it to somebody else, somebody who was prettier than me in every single aspect" You sniffled looking at Pedri in the eye "That broke my everything"

"And I will pick it up" Pedri said decided "I will not be him. Trust me, please. That's all I'm asking. One chance, to prove I'm not like him"

You were having the time of your life with Pedri, deciding to give him a chance, giving in into his arms. You were out with his teammates, girlfriends and friends in a little bar, enjoying the meal and the drinks.

"Let's go dance" Sira Martinez said with a smile

"Yes, let's go!" Aurora, Gavi's sister said standing up

"C'mon, Y/N/N" Anna, Robert's wife said

"No. I'm fine" They complained but let it slide, if you didn't wanted, you didn't wanted.

"You really don't wanna dance?" Pedri, your now boyfriend of two months asked in surprise "You love dancing around in the house"

"I'm..." You trailed off, Pedri inmediately knew what was wrong

Your ex-boyfriend didn't let you dance in bars and clubs, even with your girl friends, he always wanted to have you by his side. You still had that part of the chip inside of you, afraid of Pedri not liking that either.

"Go" Pedri said "You can enjoy yourself too, okay? I'm not like that asshole" Pedri whispered in your ear "Go if you really want to" He nodded "I might join you girls later" He added making you laugh "But I still need more of this" He lifted his Corona beer "For that" He pointed to the little dance stage

They are all the same

You kissed his cheek and walked towards the girls, thinking. They are all the same but maybe he isn't.

And like a star, she leaves me at daylight When she leaves, I pray to heaven, the night, just to see her again She is so beautiful, she hates being toyed with I swear that if she falls in love with me She won't be sorry, I'll show her That all men are not the same

"Had a great time, young lady?" Pedri asks after coming to you, recently showered from his recent match against Real Madrid

"Yes, I did. My boyfriend scored and he dedicated me the goal. Also, his team won, couldn't get any better"

"Such a lucky guy he is" Pedri passed his arm around your shoulder as yours went to his waist

"No, I'm the lucky one" Pedri smiled "He's incredibly in love with me, I'm incredibly in love with him and everything's going incredible between us"

"Those are really great news" Your boyfriend of now, two years smiled at you leaning down to kiss your lips

"Can I drive the car?" You ask

"Can you give me back my hoodie?"

"No" You whine

"Ugh" He rolled his eyes dramatically making you laugh "Fine, you can have the damn hoodie, love. It looks better on you" You laughed "I hate the fact I can't say no to you"

"It seems like we're whipped for each other, because I can't say no to you either" He squished your cheeks together pecking your lips repeatedly

"Of course we are"

We are not the same, we are not the same Because all men are not the same

"I still hate the fact I can't say no to you" Pedri said after watching you ate one of his fries as you laughed

"So, if I asked you marriage...?"

"I will obviously say yes. Like, why would I ever say no to that?" You giggled "Like... When's the wedding?" You laughed

"Eres tonto" (You're silly)

"But I'm sorry to tell you. You can't do that"

"Why not?"

"Because I already did it" He pointed at your ring finger where the engagement ring was, making a smile break into both of your faces

You leaned in and kissed him

"You were right" You said after separating from him "Not all men are the same"

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dantakeyoman · 1 year ago

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𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 | 𝐣. 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡

♡ 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 "𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐩" 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐦𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧! 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ * "𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓, 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆. 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒆 '𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏' 𝒇𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚." *

♡ 𝐚/𝐧: 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐨-𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚, 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐨-𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐳 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝...

♡ 𝐚/𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐳 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠 (𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭), 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐳 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑬

"𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄 podría ir contigo," Rita suggested with a smirk, giving you a quick nudge before resting her hands behind her back.

A thing she always did when asking for something.

"Alrededor de todos esos americanos, necesitarás a alguien que te cuide la espalda."

You rolled your eyes with a sigh, turning and crossing your arms at your chest like a scolding mother.

"Ya te lo he dicho, sargenta," you denied, "Te necesito aquí mientras Rudy y yo no estamos."

You were the Colonel of the Mexican Special Forces, and Rita was your third in command.

With you and Rudy about to depart on a mission with a special American task force, you needed someone trusted to stay behind and make sure things back home stayed smooth.

"Eres la única persona en la que confío para dirigir este lugar. Te necesito aquí."

Rita nodded, still adamant, but deciding to drop the subject for now.

The last thing Las Almas needed was another war, and everyone on base could feel something brewing with the arrival of the Americans

If they were reaching out to the Vaqueros for help, then the problem was serious.

As if on cue, the sound of a roaring helicopter soared overhead, the dark green vehicle touching down on the tarmac not too far ahead of you two.

"Tambien, estos hombres son soldados de una amiga," you assured, giving her a comforting pat on the shoulder, "Estoy en buenas manos."

Rita sighed, turning to watch the ramp lower and the Americans offload.

"Ruego que tengas razón," she wished, giving your back a supportive pat, "Buena suerte."

"Gracias, Rita," you smiled, turning to hold her hand in a firm shake.

You gave her a sincere smile, one that eased the hearts of every soldier there.

"Te volveré a ver pronto. Mantén la cabeza puesta hasta que vuelvo."

She chuckled, nodding as she shook your hand, "Entiendo."

You nodded back, giving her final pat on the back before turning to the helicopter, heading over.

Their hardware was almost completely unloaded, and the two officers you were supposed to meet were descending the ramp

"(y/n)!" The one with the shaggy mohawk called over the helicopter blades, walking strongly towards you.

'Mierda...'

He was huge.

"Sergeant MacTavish," you greeted, holding out your hand to shake.

You remembered his face from the files Laswell sent you.

"Call me Soap," he assured with a smile.

"Lieutenant," you turned to the skull-wearing one, "Laswell tells me they call you Ghost."

"Actually, I believe he prefers to be called-." "That'll do!" Ghost curtly cut Soap off.

You chuckled, nodding for them to follow.

"Sorry we couldn't roll out the red carpet for you boys. My men are little tied up at the moment," you smirked, "Welcome to the City of Souls."

"I've never been to Mexico," Soap chimed.

"This isn't México," you glanced at him out the corner of your eye, "This is Las Almas."

He was interesting.

You knew from books and movies that Scottish people had an accent, but you'd never met in person to here it.

"Shepard's contractors are inbound to reinforce. Their bringing hardware, they'll need room," Ghost stated.

"My base is your base," you nodded, "Take what you need."

"Good. Now, where's Hassan?" He asked as you three approached Rudy's jeep.

"In a cartel safe house ten clicks from here," you stated, opening the passenger, "Get in."

Your men behind finished loading up their jeeps, beginning to file in themselves next.

"En mi marca, hombres!"

"Si, coronel!"

You smiled, taking your seat in the passenger.

"This is my second in command, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra," you introduced, turning to the two in the back.

Rudy sighed, his face uneasy as he grabbed the wheel.

"Yo tengo miedo los phantasmas," he said slyly, making you smile.

The two in the back turned to each other, confused at your quick exchange.

You turned to the back, specifically to Soap, and smirked.

"You know Spanish?"

"No," he shook his head, brow cocked.

You chuckled, facing forward.

"You will."

𝐈𝐍 order to get to the safehouse, your squad had to drive through the downtown area of Las Almas.

Where the cartel were their most active.

Naturally, a truck passed with a couple cartel enforcers in the back, well-armed.

"White truck, four armed in th'back," Soap reported, quickly gripping his gun.

"Tranquilo, escocé," you calmed, turning, "Easy...that's normal here."

"Guns on the street is jurisdiction of the police," Rudy clarified.

"Where are the police?" Ghost asked.

"There are few to uphold the law. And many of those who resist corruption...disappear," you answered, truthfully.

"Whit aboot th'military?" Soap asked.

"Because we're well trained, soldiers are recruited by the narcos..." "Why not you?" Simon asked again, bluntly.

You turned to Rudy.

"We grew up here. The people call us Los Vaqueros...Cowboys," you stated, looking out the window.

"This place is home. And we will die fighting for it."

Rudy turned a bend, and at the corner, a couple of narco sympathizers were handing out balloons.

Soap and Ghost shared a wary look.

"Kids, guns, an' balloons...that's a new one," Soap remarked.

"Narcos use generosity to win over the people," Rudy explained, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Even the children?" Soap asked.

"Especially the children," you affirmed, your tone icy.

Glancing out the window again, you noticed a new Narcomanta, tapping Rudy to stop for a moment.

"What's on the sheets?" Ghost asked.

"Narcomantas," Rudy answered, "Messages from El Sin Nombre. Warnings marking territory."

"Who's Sin Nombre?"

"El Sin Nombre. The Nameless. He's the leader of the Las Almas cartel," you stated.

"Where can we find 'im?" Soap asked, not missing a beat.

You smiled.

'I like him already.'

"If it was that easy, I would've killed him years ago," you half-heartedly chuckled.

"You can't. No one knows who he is. This is the challenge," Rudy sighed.

But you smirked, turning to him, "But Los Vaqueros like challenges."

Just ahead, a couple of army jeeps sat waiting, some soldiers interrogating the people in the car in front of you.

"Checkpoint," Rudy warned.

"Turn right, we'll go around," you assured.

"Why?" Soap asked.

"Some troops are in the pocket of El Sin Nombre," you answered, "Like I said...he is everywhere."

You glanced out the window again, trying to get a gauge of your ETA.

"Hassan is being held at a safehouse in the village across the river. Let's hope he's still there."

"𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 leaders, circle up on me..." You ordered as you stepped out the vehicle, your men following suit.

"Copia, coronel," Rudy affirmed in comms.

"Weapons hot, Vaqueros. Muévese," you patted some of the men passing you, making sure they took position.

"Where ur they holdin' Hassan?" Soap asked.

"A white, two-story building in the back of town," you nodded, Rudy giving you a quick fist bump as he passed to take his position.

You followed him, Soap and Ghost following you before you stood ready in front of the large, wooden gate.

"Todos los Victors, estan listo..." you readied, saying a quick prayer in your head.

"Tres...dos...uno! Entra! Entra!"

You kicked in the door, quickly taking aim, but no one was there.

"Claro. Muévese," you ordered, descending down the rocky path, weapon at the ready.

"Civilians?" Soap asked.

"Gone. The cartel took over and turned it into a hideout," you answered, the team coming across another gate.

"Good place to keep Hassan," Soap nodded.

You took one side of the gate and Ghost took the other, taking his turn to push it open.

The sounds of shouts could be heard over the gate's squeaking, and you quickly stepped out, knocking off the source of the noise.

"Contacto! Todos los Victors mudarse!" You exclaimed, shooting at a man that appeared in the doorway of a house.

"Copia. 2 se mueve," Rudy confirmed.

Soap took out the rest of the men inside the house, and you led the team through the alleyway behind it.

"We secure this house. Then go for Hassan," you stated as you approached a red-bricked one, the talking of nervous sicarios audible through the wall.

"Cartel will move him fast," Ghost warned.

"We'll move faster," you assured, taking position next to the door and turning to Soap.

"Heads up. They're ready."

He nodded, taking the butt of his gun and using it as a ram to open the door.

Quickly, he entered the house, gun at the ready as he took down one hiding in the hallway, and then one hiding in the bathroom.

"Room clear," he reported.

You smiled, impressed.

"Not bad, escocé," you commended, following close behind.

"No sign of Hassan," he added, pushing open a door full of bullet holes.

"Not yet," you warned.

The two of you entered the kitchen, doing a quick check.

"Clear," he affirmed, "Whit 'appened t' thefamilies 'ere?"

"The cartel brings violence, so they leave," you answered, checking behind the kitchen island.

Soap locked the back door and held the knob, you quickly joining him.

"Standby," you stated, crouching down next to the window and holding your comm.

"Victor 2, this is 1-1. Despliegar humo. Estamos moviendo hacia afuera."

"Copia. Ha salido el humo," 2-1 on the other line confirmed.

"Where's yer family, (y/n)?" Soap asked, turning to you.

"That's a story that should be told with a drink," you grinned, turning to him.

You gave him a quick once over, smiling.

"Maybe we'll get one sometime..."

Soap eyes scanned over your face, triple checking to see if what he heard was right.

...

Did you just hit on him?

"We have concealment," Ghost reported, coming over.

"Let's move," you quickly switched the subject, standing up, "On me, Soap."

You exited the house, Soap right on your tail, and headed right through the smoke for cover.

"This is where they are hiding Hassan, so expect resistance," you reminded, "Todos los equipos, listos para la contencion. Preparese para la brecha."

You recognized one of your men standing near a doorway and ran over to him, getting on the other side.

He kicked it down and you entered, taking out three sicarios on sight.

"Claro. No Hassan," you reported, taking a quick scan of the room.

"Second deck," Ghost chimed.

"Si. Vamos. Let's move upstairs and grab Hassan," you nodded, starting up the staircase once you made sure Soap was still close.

You almost made it to the top when a shot suddenly went off, narrowly missing your head.

You hit the deck, Soap doing the same, as a barrage of bullets hit the wall behind you.

'Shit...'

"If Hassan's here, he's in this room," you stated, slightly lifting your head over the rail and shooting at the room in front of you.

Their firing stopped, and you quickly hopped the rail, crouching next to the door frame and waiting for Soap's mark.

He took out two of the men within the room, and after taking a quick once over, he moved in.

"Secure the room. I'll cover," you assured.

Soap checked behind the couch before turning to the bathroom, kicking down the door and taking aim.

"Clear. No Hassan," he reported.

"Todos los Victors, la casa es seguro. Negativo sobre Hassan," you relayed through the comms.

"Entendido," Rudy affirmed.

You sighed, walking over to Ghost and Soap who were flipping through a binder they found on a table.

"They must've moved him," you shook your head.

"When?" Soap asked.

"Some time recently," you raked a hand through your hair, annoyed.

Ghost turned to the flag hanging up on the wall, "Quds Force. That's his."

"(y/n)'s intel wis good," Soap agreed.

"Always is," you half-heartedly joked, the sound of a car engine making you turn towards the window.

"Comandante! El ejército está aqui!" Rudy reported through comms.

"Mierda!" You cursed, squatting down out of the window's view.

"What is it?" Ghost asked.

"The army," you answered, trying to contact Rudy again.

"We got reinforcements..." Soap stated, more as a question.

"Negative," you denied, "0-3, replegarse! Replegarse, ahora!"

"Copia!" Rudy affirmed.

"What are we doin'?" Ghost asked.

You propped up your gun on the window nook, taking aim, "Covering my men. Once they're clear, we fall back."

"Ye want us tae engage the fuckin' Mexican Army?" Soap asked, skeptical.

"These troops are paid by the cartel. They're helping the cartel protect Hassan," you clarified, "Hold your fire. We'll dig in until my men are clear."

"Multiple vehicles...troop transports...light armor," Ghost reported.

The jeeps pulled over, and the soldiers came pouring out right in the open.

"Hold," you reminded, "Wait for them to get in close."

You waited until they came into the alleyway in front of the window, right in your perfect line of sight.

"Weapons free!" You nodded, Soap not taking a second to spare.

The three of you lit them up, but they were prepared, returning fire with some hardware of their own.

"They're armored!" Soap reported.

"Target the helmets! They're weak!" You shouted over the gunfire.

"They're using shields!" Ghost shouted back.

"Use grenades!"

Soap grabbed the grenade launcher and began applying cover fire, kicking up the dust and dead bodies below.

He was whittling off their numbers in exponentially, and you and Ghost were there to finish off the stragglers.

"Coronel, estamos claro!" Rudy called over comms.

"Copia! Reúnase en el safehouse!" You ordered, turning to Soap and Ghost, "My men are clear!"

"Then we need tah move!" Soap exclaimed.

"Fall back this way!" You ran for the back window, using your shoulder to bust it open before jumping out, landing on the dumpster below.

The two followed you, descending the hill until you met up with one of your squads at the opening to the forest.

"Fan out and stay close. We'll lose them in the mountains," you ordered.

"La antigua ruta?" Rodriguez, one of your men, asked.

"Straight to the bridge," you confirmed.

The gunfire was getting louder and louder, bullets whizzing past you as you moved as fast as you could.

The cartel dogs were on your ass.

"The army's on us!" Soap exclaimed.

Just then, as you turned to Rodriguez, a splurt of blood exploded from him, making him drop like a rag-doll.

"Rodriguez!" Your eyes shot wide, quickly grabbing him by his vest and dragging him behind a large rock, "Cover! Cover!"

"Returning fire!" Ghost exclaimed.

You turned to look down at you fallen comrade, trying to see where the bleeding was coming from.

There was so much.

"Ay, coño! ¿Dónde estás sufriendo, hermano?" You asked, undoing his vest to try and apply some form of first aid.

"Sanchez is down!" Another one of your men shouted, dropping to tend to him.

"Mi pecho. Me dispararon. Estoy perdido, coronel," Rodriguez gasped, coughing up blood, "Seguir peleando."

Tears welled in your eyes.

This man had been part of your forces from the beginning.

You two had shared the dream of wanting to bring Las Almas back to what it was before the cartel took over.

He was one of your most loyal soldiers, and would've laid down his life for the cause without question.

He didn't deserve to die like this.

"Don't got a lot o' time, hen! We gotta move!" Soap exclaimed, snapping you out of it.

You took a deep breath, saying a quick prayer and shutting Rodriguez's eyes before getting back to the matter at hand.

"Let's go," you stood up, turning around and leading the squad further down the mountain.

"Ye know these trails?" Soap asked, hoping to take your mind off what just happened.

He couldn't imagine the pain you were going through right now, and he was trying his best to lighten your load.

"Very well," you nodded, "But so does the army."

"We can't hold off an army. We need extraction," Ghost stated.

"Vasquez, llame para una extracción," you ordered.

"Si, comandante," he nodded, getting to it.

"Cualquier palabra de Rodolfo?" You asked.

"Negativo," Rivera answered, "Perdimos comunicación."

"Puta," you hissed, hopping a log, "Let's keep it moving. Through here."

You led the squad through the brush before dropping and sliding down a small shelf of rock.

"The mountain's blocking comms," you stated.

"Your man get the call out?" Ghost asked.

"Let's hope so," you sighed.

"Whit's th'plan?" Soap chimed.

"There's a bridge at the river. Extraction will be there--" An RPG suddenly blew hole in the ground 15 meters ahead of you, raining heavy gunfire on the squad.

"Contact!" Ghost shouted, ducking behind a tree to return fire.

"The ridgeline!" You exclaimed, diving behind a rock.

You quickly grabbed two grenades off your belt, pulling their pins and tossing them at the enemy, taking out a clump of their numbers.

Ghost and Soap picked off the stragglers in the trees before you pressed forward to lead again.

"We'll have to jump here!" You called, coming up on a stone shelf attached to the cliff.

"Can we make that?!" Soap exclaimed.

"Hace o muerte, escocé," you stated, jumping and sliding down to break your landing.

Your men followed, and you started off on the small edge of the cliff.

"Pinches cabrones aren't far behind," you spat, quickly checking your six.

"Where to, (y/n)?" Soap asked.

"Soap, push forward. Vasquez, keep working on the radio. Rest of you watch for snipers," you fell back, triple checking the far ridges for any possible enemies.

"Vasquez, alguna señal de radio?"

"Negativo," he denied.

You cursed, "We need to get to the river."

"I found it," Soap reported, entering a clearing.

But his words were overwhelming by the whirring of the helo not too far away.

"Escucha...You hear that?" You hushed, looking up at the sky.

"Incoming heli," Ghost reported.

"Si. Get to a firing position. We'll take them by surprise," you ordered, your men setting up their formation.

"Which way to the bridge?"

"Straight ahead. Past the helo. They're gonna try to cut us off," you answered, following close behind Soap.

"We'll 'ave tah go through them," Soap stated, lifting himself up onto the next part of the mountain.

"Luckily, the bridge isn't too far," you assured, "But they may position shooters out here. So, watch your backs."

After getting over the hill, the three of you and your forces made it to the edge of the mountain, where the bridge and the river could been seen below.

But your extraction unit was no where to be seen.

"Comms didn't get through," Vasquez cursed, "Hijoputa."

"We'll radio when we get down there," you assured, jumping to land on a lower shelf below, "Watch your footing here."

"Estos acantilados son peligrosos," Vasquez muttered, jumping down next to you.

Once he Americans and the rest of your forces made it down, you pushed forward

"You know your way?" Ghost asked.

"We used to skip school and play here as kids," you nodded, hugging the cliff wall as you carefully inched over to the other side.

It was the only way to get across.

"'Til the cartel took over?" Soap chimed.

"Exactly. The narcos changed everything."

You made it to the other side and turned around to check on everyone else, only for Vasquez to get shot, a splurt of blood exploding from him.

"Sniper! Move!" Ghost shouted.

"Vasquez!" You exclaimed, eyes wide as you watched him fall off the cliff.

You quickly dropped to the ground, propping up your gun and finding the sniper on the ridge where you just were.

"Pinche cabron..." you lined up the shot straight for the face, shooting and killing the soldier, "Sniper down."

"Fuckin' good shot, hen," Soap commended, making it over to you.

"We need to get some ground," you hurried, grabbing hold of higher ground and hoisting yourself up.

With no signal in the mountains and the army still on your ass, you knew you had to get your men to the ground quick.

Completely descaling the mountain would take too long, not to mention the army would catch you by then.

So there was only one option.

'Que Dios me ayude...'

"You led us to a dead end, mate..." Ghost realized, the cliff ending a few feet ahead.

"We jump from here!" You exclaimed, using your running start to help you jump.

"Don't lose your weaponnnnn!"

After you and Rita nearly died cliff diving from there as children, you both made a vow you'd never do it again.

But desperate times called for desperate measures.

Your crossed your arms and held your gun close to your chest as you collided with the water, the force stinging your face and cheeks.

Opening your eyes, you quickly check to make sure you weren't injured before you swam up to the surface, the sound of splashing letting you know that your men were all right.

"Soap!" You broke the surface with a gasp, quickly looking around, "Ghost! Rivera! Están bien? You guys all right?"

"Affirm," Ghost nodded, somehow coming up without you noticing.

"Soap?" You turned around, frantically checking.

Suddenly, the man popped up next to you with a loud cough, nearly scaring you half to death.

"Breathin'," he cleared his throat, patting his chest.

"Por Dios..." you took a deep breath, trying to calm your heart.

"All right, we gotta move down river to get to the bridge. Use the rocks for cover," you instructed, starting your swim and holding your comm to try and get a connection, "All stations, this is Victor 0-1. How copy?"

"-dow 1! Do you--? -ay again, -o you re--?"

The sentence didn't sound Spanish at all. Not to mention half of it was cut from the static.

"Radio's pickin' up somethin'," Soap chimed.

"Sounds American," Ghost agreed.

The sound of bullets focused you back on the situation at hand.

"No time to worry now. Weapons free!" You exclaimed, swimming behind a rock quarry so you could return fire.

You took out four soldiers on the riverbank before ducking to reload.

"We gotta keep moving down-river!" You called to Soap and Ghost over the gunfire.

"Soap, push ahead! Don't stop movin'!" Ghost agreed.

"Onnit!" He nodded, taking the lead while you and Ghost covered the rear.

The two of you took out a couple more soldiers that hid in the trees, and even some that were following through the ridgeline.

"Cabrones don't know when to quit," you cursed, tired of the army's bullshit.

"We got incoming up ahead!" Soap reported, shooting at the military jeep that pulled up on the bank up ahead.

"The river's slowin' us down, mate!" Ghost warned, swimming after him to provide some backup.

"It's shallow ahead! We get there and we can get some grounding!" You assured.

The three of you took out the forces that came out the car and then pushed forward, swimming a bit before finally making it to the shallow end.

"Vehicles on the bridge!" Ghost reported.

You quickly whipped your head over to where he was looking, only to see four armored trucks pull up onto the bridge.

"Fuck! It's the army! Get to cover!" You shouted, grabbing Rivera and ducking behind a rock, "We're gonna have to hold here and get an extraction!"

"We can't do shite against 'at armor!" Soap exclaimed.

You quickly reloaded your gun, your stomach dropping as you realized you only had one magazine left.

'Shit! ...I'm almost out.'

"This is Shadow-1! Engaging the bridge north of your position. Danger close!" A voice suddenly shouted from your comm.

"The fuck is that?!" You asked.

"Commander Graves. Shadow Company. They're with us," Ghost answered.

Suddenly, charges started going off on the bridge, taking out all of its support beams before blowing a huge hole in the center.

"Holy shit..." You watched, wide eyed.

"Shadow 0-1, Bravo 0-7! Good shots! Fire for effect!" Ghost approved in comms.

They blew one final charge dead in the center, and the entire bridge collapsed into the river.

Cars and trucks included.

"All stations, no enemy movement detected. You're clear," Graves reported, "S'good to see you guys."

"Likewise, mate," Ghost nodded.

"This way," you led the team onto the riverbank, coming across an empty jeep in perfect condition.

"Graves, we've located a vehicle for exfil," Ghost reported.

"Rodger that," Graves approved, "Be advised, we got a possible hit on Hassan two klicks north of your position."

"That's cartel land. They have a compound there," you added, opening the driver's side and hopping in.

"Les roll," Soap huffed, taking the passenger set, Ghost settling for the back.

"You guys good to roll up Hassan with some fire from the sky?" Graves asked.

The three of you turned to each other, sharing a firm nod.

"Les wrap 'is fucker up, Graves," Soap agreed.

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