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Unexpected guest
a.aretas x f!reader
summary: after going on a camping trip, you meet an interesting man who might be just what you needed
(set right after the end of the fourth bad boys movie)
a/n: english isnโt my first language and I wrote this on my phone at like 2 am, so ignore any mistakes you see pls. this is my first time writing something of this type, but the idea wouldnโt leave my head so I decided to try putting into words what goes on inside my head. I also didnโt want to jump into like full on love, because they just met and I donโt wanna rush the falling in love part. they still flirt tho
You had loved camping since you were little. The first time your dad took you and your brother to a forest to โget you off the damn tvโ and spend some time together, youโd fallen in love.
The calmness of the forest around you with the exception of the occasional rustling of leaves or some wild animal running around looking for food was one of your favorite things in the world.
The isolation from the rest of the world was something you craved, needed even when the weight of your job, people who constantly expected something from you and all the responsibilities which came with being an adult piled up and dimmed the joy you usually found in being alive.
So, to take care of yourself and make sure you didnโt hurt people you loved because of the attitude you caught when you got too irritated, you took a couple of days off and decided to go camping in the area youโve been going to since you were little.
Making sure that you had taken care of everything needed, you got into your car and made your way to your usual camping site. After arriving and taking all your supplies with you, you decided to make camp next to the river which cut through the forest.
While you set up your tent you listened to the birds sing and took a deep breath. The smell of fresh air accompanied by pinecones and damp moss equalled a rich, earthy aroma that fought off the stress and calmed your nerves quickly.
Stepping back to admire the tent you had now successfully set up, you decided to reward yourself with a nap. Sleeping now meant that you could stargaze longer later and thatโs something you adored doing.
Laying down feeling content, you quickly fell into a restful slumber.
Suddenly you heard rustling right outside of your tent. Looking around you, you saw that your bag full of camping supplies wasnโt there. You must have forgotten to take it with you when you went inside.
Mentally slapping yourself, you decide to go out and get it. It was probably a deer looking for something to eat. Wouldnโt be the first time that happened.
Rubbing your eyes to get rid of the remnants of sleep which were still clinging to you, you left the safety of your tent, only to be greeted by a tree branch being swung at your face. Quickly ducking and scrambling to get out of the way of the reappearing branch coming at you like a baseball bat, you notice the man attacking you standing next to your open bag.
โWhat the fuck- stop! Cโmon man Iโm not even doing anything! Goddamn it, stop swinging that thing around!โ You yelled while throwing up your hands in a placaring gesture, trying to convince the young man in front of you to stop trying to kill you.
The man had a calculating look in his eyes when he looked you up and down as if to decide whether or not you were a threat. Ultimately deciding you werenโt one, he lowered the dead tree and took a few steps back.
โIโm definitely awake now,โ you mumbled as you slowly stood up and finally got a good look at him.
The guy was fucking gorgeous. Everything about him was perfect. He had tanned skin, the most beautiful brown eyes you had ever seen, freshly cut curls and a trimmed beard. If not for the cut on the upper half of his cheek, you wouldโve thought you had hallucinated the most majestic man your mind could come up with.
The cut was bleeding sloppily and now that you were looking for it, you noticed the strange guy was also holding onto his left side. On top of that he had blood smeared all over him, though you werenโt sure whether it was his or somebody elseโs.
That thought worried you somewhat, but there was something about him that pulled you in. You werenโt sure what it was, but you werenโt going to put your life in a possible serial killerโs hands because of a hunch, so you kept your distance for now.
โThereโs a first aid kit in there,โ you broke the silence when it became clear he wouldnโt say anything. โIf you want some help youโre gonna have to drop the tree branch and at least tell me your name or something.โ
His brown eyes focused on yours for a long while, before muttering out โArmandoโ in a heavy accent. Armando slowly put down his makeshift baseball bat while maintaining eye contact.
You couldnโt lie, it was attractive as hell. Staying true to your words, you crossed the distance between the two of you and kneeled next to your bag to find the bandages you had packed just this morning. Feeling his eyes on you, you quickly found the kit and turned to the guy- Armando.
โAre you gonna sit down?โ you asked timidly, not wanting to scare him off. He stared some more before settling down on the ground.
You turned to him with a piece of cotton dripping with antiseptic in your hand. โThisโll hurt,โ you warn before cleaning the cut on his face. Armando doesnโt flinch, but you see his jaw clenching. Being this close to him made you hyper aware of his warm breath hitting the side of your face softly.
โWhat happened to you?โ you asked, trying to strike up a conversation although your previous efforts were fruitless. Armando doesnโt answer right away, but as you start to put a bandage on his face he murmurs โHad to fight off some guys.โ
You hum and look his face over one more time. โHow are your ribs?โ This time the man responds right away. โNo te preocupes, Iโm fine.โ
โSorry, whatโd you say? I took French in school, not Spanish,โ you told him, ignoring how enticing the words in the foreign language sounded rolling off his tongue.
Armando smirks at you and shakes his head. โJust that you shouldnโt worry about me, dulce niรฑa. You donโt know me,โ he claims with an easy smile.
โYeah, but you obviously need help. Otherwise you wouldnโt have been rummaging in my things a couple of minutes ago. I wonโt tell anyone you were here if you donโt want me to, but at least let me help you,โ you said while looking at him. He could be dangerous, you knew that. But you also didnโt want him to die here if he had more injuries than you initially thought.
โIf you donโt want me to do it, I can drive you to a hospital-โ Before you got to finish the sentence, Armando grabbed your wrist firmly, but not painfully.
โNo hospital,โ he declared in a pleading voice. His brown eyes were staring into yours, begging to listen. โPor favor, dulce niรฑa. No hospital.โ
โAlright, alright,โ you sighed. โBut tell me if you change your mind. For now, letโs take a look at those ribs.โ Armando lifted up his shirt, allowing you to see his toned chest and a couple of cuts along his torso. As you inspected them, they didnโt seem to be too deep, so you repeated the same process as with the cut on his cheek.
While you were busy taking care of Armandoโs wounds, he was busy looking at you. He couldnโt stop staring at your concentrated face, the way you had your eyebrows scrunched together and you bit the inside of your lower lip every time he made a sound that counted as a sign of pain.
He even tested it out to confirm his theory. At one point he grunted while you were putting antiseptic on a particularly large gash and you uttered apologies, after slightly biting into your cheek.
Armando smiled to himself as you continued to work. He hadnโt expected to come across someone like you. Hell, he didnโt even think there was someone like you. A person so genuinely good it made him feel unworthy to be in your presence. Making him feel as if heโll stain you by merely talking to you.
But at the same time Armando didnโt want to leave your side. The fact that you would show him such kindness and trust, although you had no idea who he was, was incomprehensible to him. Your soft and considerate touches were a strong contrast to the last years during which he was in prison. There was nothing soft in prison.
But after he got out, kindness and trust still werenโt freely given. His father hadnโt been unkind to him, but he still treated him like a criminal. Not to speak of Kelly, who trusted him as far as she could throw him. No, trust is precious. Itโs hard to earn and easy to lose. And yet, you were in front of him, unarmed. Helping him while compromising yourself.
He couldnโt let the first person who treated him like a person again, get taken advantage of. Because people like you - genuinely kind people - always got taken advantage of.
Once all of Armandoโs wounds were dressed, your stomach rumbled loud enough to crack a smile out of him. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment, but your sole focus was on the way Armandoโs eyes crinkled when he smiled and the way he turned his head as to not laugh in his face.
โAre you hungry too? I packed too much food, so we can share if youโd like,โ you make known while searching through your bag for the mentioned food.
Armando looks at you in disbelief. โI canโt just take your food, nena.โ
โYeah, you can. I offered, didnโt I?โ you said while pulling out two sandwiches. You donโt give Armando a chance to protest, before dropping it on his lap. He glares at you, but still grabs the sandwich and peels off the napkin you had wrapped it in.
โMuchas gracias. Itโs very good,โ Armando complimented between bites.
โThat much I can understand. Thanks, but itโs not the best cuisine. If we werenโt in the middle of the forest, Iโd have made something better, but this should be enough to not starve for now,โ you chuckled.
While the two of you were eating, the sun had started to set. Turning your head, you let the sun shine on your face and revelled in its warmth. After the excitement due to the first meeting of you and Armando, the peaceful feeling had returned and you were enjoying every minute of your trip here.
Meanwhile, Armando was captivated at the sight before him. The sun illuminated your face, making your features pop and your skin glisten. He was sure he had never seen anything as beautiful before.
The moment stretched on, as neither of you wanted it to stop. Yet, the nighttime fell and something even better appeared. Hundreds of thousands of stars brightened the dark sky. Each one shining brighter than a thousand diamonds and at least ten times as beautiful.
Armando moved next to you as the both of you admired the sight in front of you with shining eyes. You hadnโt been able to see that many stars due to living in a big city, where the pollution has covered up too much of the sky to be able to see more than a handful of them. Armando couldnโt see any stars at all in jail. Their beauty was a privilege not offered to criminals such as him.
After a while you felt a sudden weight on your shoulder. Armando - the big strong guy you had mistaken for someone who would hurt you - was snoring softly on your shoulder after stargazing with you. Shaking your head while silently laughing, you tried to calm yourself. This sounded like the best date ever, if not for the fact that you had to stitch him up beforehand.
And maybe because you didnโt know much besides his name, but thatโs not important right now.
After a long while in which you enjoyed the cool night due to Armandoโs body heat warming you enough to be comfortable, you tried to get him inside the tent without waking him up, but to no avail. Armando woke up as soon as you disappeared under his shoulder, looking around drowsily.
โWhereโre you goinโ?โ he asked while getting up from his place on the ground. You grabbed Armandoโs shoulder to steady him and directed him to the entrance of the tent you had set up hours ago.
โShh, go to sleep baby. Iโm not going anywhere,โ you said, emboldened by the night and the big eyes he was looking at you with. If anything, he looked even more handsome in the moonlight coming through the opened door.
You quickly brought in your bag from outside, not willing to make the same mistake as before. After zipping up the entrance to the tent, you grabbed your blanket from your bag and set it over Armando.
Laying down on the other side of the tent, you suddenly realized how small it really was. The one person tent allowed a distance of mere centimetres between the two of you, but you kept your distance.
Seeing you shiver right next to him, Armando grabbed you by the waist and dragged you next to him. โEres tan terco, dios mio,โ he whispered while adjusting the blanket over you.
Feeling comfortable and safe in his arms, you quickly fell asleep. Maybe forgetting your bag outside wasnโt so stupid after all.
Translations:
โNo te preocupes,โฆโ - Donโt worry
โโฆdulce niรฑa.โ - sweet girl
โPor favor, dulce niรฑa.โ - Please, sweet girl
โโฆnena.โ - babe/baby
โMuchas graciasโฆโ - Thank you very much
โEres tan terco, dios mio.โ - Youโre so stubborn, my God
All translations made with a translator because I do actually take French in school! (it was that or Latin ๐๐)
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Hello, I was thinking Armando Aretas x Reader. Where Reader was sleeping, and she felt the bed dip and noticed that Armando was on top her with his head on her chest and he was slightly crying because he had nightmare and Reader comforts him because he deserves the whole world. She also kisses his head and playing with his hair.
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โๅฝกSUMMARY.; In which the night is unforgiving to Armando, so you do everything in your power to help him.
โๅฝกFEATURED.; ARMANDO ARETAS x FEM! READER
โๅฝกTROPE.; ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP
โๅฝกFORMAT.; ONE SHOT
โๅฝกGENRE.; FLUFF + ANGST + HURT โช COMFORT
โๅฝกWARNINGS.; mentions of nightmares, mentions of death, mentions of anxiety, mature language, actions of crying and vulnerability, fear of being left behind, google translated spanish, and slight bad boys for life spoilers.
โๅฝกNOTES.; oooo babes this requestttt omg I love it๐ฅน๐ฅน,, the vulnerability of him is something that Iโve always liked so Iโm soooo happy to write this. Tysm for this request and I hope Iโll be able to portray it good. I hope you all enjoy!!๐๐
[P.S.] HE USES THE TERM MAMA AS A FORM OF ENDEARMENT, its holds the same weight as the terms babe or baby would.
REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED๐.
๐งFOR THE BEST EXPERIENCE, YOU CAN LISTEN TO RIGHT MY WRONGS by BRYSON TILLER๐ง
The rain beat down on the glass windows of your apartment. It was currently 2:33 am and you were sound asleep, softly breathing in the tranquil of deep slumber.
Between the pitter patter of the rain hitting the windows, and the soft and gentle vrring of the air conditioning, you couldnโt help the calming sounds that kept you in a deep state of sleep.
However, the man beside you couldnโt fare the same.
Armando had been tossing and turning all night.
At one point he woke up in a cold sweat. He looked over at your sleeping form, softly snoring away and he didnโt want to bother you because heโs hates the feeling of vulnerability in any situation. So he sucked it up and tried to go back to sleep.
By now another 2 hours have passed and itโs by now youโre beginning to stir in bed. You felt the bed dip beside you but thought nothing of it, thinking Armando was just doing something, or simply sitting up in bed so you tried shifting in bed and going back to sleep.
That was until you felt a sudden dip in the bed right next to you, and then a sudden weight on your body. Your eyes shot open and you look down to see a little mop of hair in your face. It wasnโt the weight of his body on top of yours that startled you, it was the fact that your shirt was dampening as he was hiding is face in your chest.
He was crying. And he never cries.
Immediately you began to worry and sat up as he was holding onto you, following your body up. He was holding onto you so tightly that his grip was threatening to pull you back down.
โBaby..? Are you okay?โ You caress his head softly as the worry in your voice was evident. He didnโt answer, opting to hold onto you tighter. โBaby please talk to me.. whatโs wrong?โ You scrape your fingers through his hair gently in order to calm him down.
Finally he looks up at you and you see his red watery eyes and dried tears in his cheeks, with more tears threatening to spill down them. Immediately your hands shoot up to his face and caresses his cheeks.
โDime quรฉ pasa bebรฉ. Estoy aquรญ y te escucho.โ
Finally he looks at you and holds onto you tighter. You feel his body slightly shaking and your worry continues to grow.
โ..had a dream you got shot.. took a bullet for me and i just kinda.. stood there and let it happenโฆ I didnโt react fast enough and you just dropped and I..โโ he starts and then chokes up.
โShh baby Iโm here.. Iโm here with you.. I didnโt go anywhere, I didnโt dieโ
You caress his head and pulls him impossibly closer to you, comforting him the best you can by reassuring words and kisses, littering them all over his face. He just surrenders to your actions, wanting nothing more than just being close to you in this moment.
โDid the nightmare just happen?โ You ask him. Wordlessly, he nods his head no and you can feel his body convulsing, as to hold back his tears. You gently rub his back, and proceeds to slide back down into a laying position with his head still on your chest.
Your heart ached seeing him like this.
โShouldโve woken me up babe.. you know Iโd help youโ you say softly into his hair, simultaneously kissing the top of his head.
โ..didnโt wanna bother youโ he says back.
You furrow your eyebrows at this. โYouโve never bothered me baby.. if it happens again, wake me up okay?โ
He nods and hugs around your waist tighter.
This went on for a couple more minutes and you could tell it was extremely painful for him to talk about.
Everytime heโd try to explain in detail what happened in his dream, heโd get choked up again and you couldnโt stand to see him hurt so much anymore.
โYou donโt have to say anything else okay? Nothing at all.. I wonโt leave you by yourself.. I wonโt die on you.. te prometo queโ you say softly, pulling his head up from your chest with both of your hands then plants a kiss on his lips, using your thumbs to wipe away the tears escaping his eyes.
He leans into the kiss, closing his eyes and the furrowing his eyebrows, a tendency he has a lot. You pull away and he stares into your eyes.
โNo puedes volver con eso mamร .. you promisedโ
You smile at him and then kiss him again. โIโm not going anywhere babe.. I promise.. hasta el fuegoโ
He finally cracks a small smile at your words, a little bit of peace comes with what you just said to him.
He rests his head back into your chest.. mimicking the same words back to you.
โAsรญ es mamรก.. hasta el fuegoโ
The rest of the night is filled with the same pitter pattering of the rain hitting the windows, and the gentle sound of the AC filling the space, except this time, the man you love so deeply is resting on your chest, the steady beating of your heart reassuring him that you are here, and still with him.
That you go wonโt anywhere.
And you in turn use your fingers to comb through his hair, scratching his scalp gently and playing with his hair, occasionally kissing his head and caressing his body to soothe him back to sleep.
You had already made up your mind that you wouldnโt sleep until he fell asleep.
Between the beating of your heart, your touches and the rain outside, it didnโt take long for the man resting on your chest to drift away into slumber.
And you in turn smiled, happy that he can now get the rest he deserves, knowing that you wonโt be going anywhere, unless itโs with him.
[GLOSSARY]
โDime quรฉ pasa bebรฉ. Estoy aquรญ y te escucho.โ โ Tell me what's wrong baby.. i'm here and i'm listening
โ..โte prometo queโ โ I promise you that
โNo puedes volver con eso mamรก..โ โ you canโt go back on that mama
โhasta el fuegoโ โ to the fire or til we burn
โAsรญ es mamรกโ โ thatโs right mama
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Headcanon: Things Iโm positive Armando Does In A Relationship.
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Worries. Iโm sure he worries youโll realize that heโs a monster and leave him, just like so many have before. Youโre constantly reassuring him, reminding him of the good.
Always the big spoon. One thick arm wrapped around your middle all night. Itโs his way of protecting you, even when youโre sleep. If you get up to pee, heโs wide awake until you come back just so he can wrap you deep into his arms again.
I think Armando is the type to come off just a little stand-offish, considering his past, but I think when he does come around, he comes aROUND! Like he absolutely spoils the shit out of you. I mean money, jewelry, shoes, clothes, makeup, the works. You want it, when you least expect it, you got it.
Armando is sooooo possessive. Like he really does not go for any of that you flirting with others. Hell if a man even looks at you in anyway heโs got his hands in your back pocket, caressing you or his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in close.
I can definitely see you being Armandoโs safe space. The one place he can fully let his walls down and just sink into you with all his grievances. Once he sees itโs safe to open up to you about anything, I donโt think heโll ever stop.
I can see him having a silly soft side, one only reserved for you with little quips and inside jokes. He might even be one to poke at you or thumb you if you bite into his sarcasm. But I can only see him doing that when he feels safeโwholeโwith you.
I can see Armando cooking for you. He loves making you authentic Spanish dishes and even going way out of the box and making dishes from other cultures. He loves watching you moan over the food he plates you.
Armando definitely gives pet names. Many in Spanish and some in English. But heโs hardly ever calling you by your government if youโre not in danger or in an argument.
Armando is definitely a traditionalist. He lets you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, he holds you hand, buys you flowers and gifts, holds the door open for you, pushes in your chair and shuts your car door. When youโre with Armando you hardly have to lift a finger to do anything
Armando definitely will want a family, eventually. Heโll want to do it differently than his parents. Heโll want to be stable and in love and do it right. Heโll break the curse.
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Armandoโs mood depends on how sex will go. If heโs missing you, youโll make deep, passionate love. If heโs had a rough couple of days, heโs fucking you into the mattress. Simple.
Armando is an ass man. I donโt make the rules. Hell smack your ass at any given occasion. If itโs in his face, heโs smacking it. Period.
Armando is a man of foreplay. If youโre going to fuck him, then youโre going to cum. He knows a woman needs to be stimulated a bit more than a man. So heโll take his time eating your dripping pussy, fingering it, and playing with every sensitive part of you until youโre begging for him to just slide his cock inside.
Armando loves to take care of you afterwards. He fills up the bath and lights candles around. Youโll slip in first and then heโll slip in afterโthis is the only time heโs the little spoon btwโand you guys just chat about anything, as if he didnโt just fuck you into the sofa minutes earlier.
I donโt see Armando having many one night stands. There has to be substance for him. Like something boiling at the surface before he fucks you, or even a relationship. If thereโs nothing, I donโt see him taking that chance.
Armando loves kissing. In fact thatโs his favorite thing to do. Kiss and get you warm and wet for him. Heโll sit you on his lap and take you fully, peppering your jaw and neck too for a little extra dazzle.
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๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐จ๐ โ armando aretas x fem!reader
summary: no one ever said love was easy. good thing you werenโt planning on leaving anytime soon even through rough patches.
word count: 2.9k
warning(s): angst!, fighting (verbally not physically), smut (mdni), oral (fem receiving), fab!reader, readers height being mentioned (sheโs 5โ2), reader has armando wrapped around her damn finger, ummmm probably abandonment but like for only two days ๐ญ, soft!armando, mention of rafe x reader, not 100% proofread
a/n: okay woooo this is the first imagine iโve written in a minute (if you remember my hockey days ily) i hope this is good and can meet to yalls standards! i had fun writing this and ik it took me like over a week but i really didnโt know what i wanted to do with the plot lol. anyways please send me any feedback and if thereโs any spelling mistakes or anything feel free to lmk! this was also my first time ever writing in depth smut so i hope itโs somewhat good ๐๐ป also reblogs are highly encouraged! they help me out sm!
oh! i almost forgot too, i didnโt mention it in here bc itโs not that important to me but i thought id share anyways! i see the reader knowing the AMMO team but she has a different job (id say in hospitality or something with medical knowledge) it doesnโt really matter tho since itโs what i envisioned but i just wanted yall to see where my head is at! okay im going now bye! and enjoy ๐
โwe were crazy to think, crazy to think that this could work. remember how i said iโd die for you?โ
The weather in Miami the past week has been bipolar. For it being the middle of September, it was chilly. Something felt off, almost like Mother Nature was reaching out. The rain had just finished pouring, and Armando wasnโt due to be home until another hour. So, when the younger girl heard the lock to the front door turn, she was surprised. He wasnโt one to leave early if anything, he loved working overtime. He always gave the excuse of 'wanting to be the main provider'. When he walks in, he sets his jacket on the coat hanger and doesnโt say a word. Weird.
โHey youโre home early, what happened?โ She stays calm. Something seems off with the 5โ10 man and she doesnโt want to upset him even more.
He sets the keys on the dining table rather than the coffee table in the middle of the living room. He scurries off to their shared bedroom. She sighs and takes it as a hint to get off the couch and follow after him. Her mind runs wild on what could possibly be bothering him. Did Marcus find some way to piss him off? Did a raid go wrong? Did she do something wrong? There were so many possibilities of what couldโve gone wrong.
She walks into the bedroom cautiously and makes a B-line to the restroom. Armando had a routine when he came home from work. Put the keys in the bowl on the coffee table, find his girl, give her a kiss and hug, talk about both of their days and finally, hop in the shower. A sense of stability in his life made him feel somewhat relaxed and gave him a reason to never leave. He almost felt normal. Normal was a funny word considering he used to be in the cartel.
She knew the domesticated part of their relationship scared him and it did the same to her. Most nights sheโd stay up thinking about if he was going to get up and leave one day. It wasnโt good for her and she knew it too.
She leans against the door frame and watches him get into the shower. He doesnโt seem to notice, heโs in his head and itโs bothering him. Armando didnโt wear his heart on his sleeve but she knew him well enough to know when he was in his head. Being in a romantic relationship with someone with an avoidant attachment style wasnโt easy but she needed to be patient. Some days were harder than others though, and she felt it in her bones that today was going to be a bad day.
She mentally prepares herself by taking a deep breath. She starts by saying, โArmando youโve got to talk to me.โ She uses his full name, no pet names, wanting him to know sheโs being serious.
โWe will when I get out.โ He raises his voice, not enough for it to be considered yelling but just enough to get the point across that he isnโt in the mood.
She doesnโt respond, he needs time to gather his thoughts. She exits the bathroom and makes her way back to the living room. She picks up a book before finally making contact with the soft fabric of the couch. She needs something to distract herself with. About 15 minutes later, Armando walks into the room. She lets him soak in the silence, maybe heโll get the memo to finally speak up without her having to tell him. To the contrary, he doesnโt.
Taking a deep breath she starts with, โIโm not in the mood to play a guessing game,โ She pauses to look him in the eyes, โSo please just talk to me and tell me whatโs wrong.โ
He keeps his eyes locked on her. He knows sheโs irritated and wants to get this over with.
โAnd if I donโt want to talk?โ
She scoffs, โYou do realize we have to talk about it sooner or later, right? I donโt feel like doing this Armando, so please just tell me whatโs wrong so I can help.โ
โWhat if we donโt have to do this?โ
Bamboozled, she questions him, โthe fuck you mean by โwhat if we donโt have to do thisโ ?โ
โI donโt want to do this anymore Y/N.โ
His confession makes the poor girl's heart fall to her stomach. She canโt tell if heโs being serious or not. Their relationship was a tricky one, just like any other. Sheโs seen her parents go through rough patches before for fucks sake, thereโs no way heโs leaving without an explanation. Patience is running real slow between the two and the tension in the room feels foggy.
โRemember when I told you I loved you for the first time? Remember when I told you Iโd take a fucking bullet for you? Hmm?โ
Armando doesnโt respond. Typical. It wasnโt out of the ordinary for the young couple to fight, shit happens. But Armandoโs cold demeanor is what was out of place.
She was his safe place and he knew it. She made it very clear when they started seeing each other that he couldnโt run away. Not from his feelings and most certainly not her. So for him to put up those walls that they desperately worked hard to keep down, was upsetting. To say the least.
With the tensions high between the pair, the girl took a much-awaited deep breath and spoke.
โMy love for you is unconditional. I hope you remember that.โ
Armando looks away and walks out the front door.
โthey all warned us about times like this, they say the road gets hard and you get lost when youโre led by blind faith. blind faith.โ
The mirrors in the bathroom are fogged up due to the boiling-hot water coming out of the shower head. It had been two days since Armando stormed out of the apartment and Y/N was fed up, to say the least.
Armandoโs behavior has never gotten that bad. With the way Isabel raised him, it was expected to be rough but he had been doing good, for her. Everything he did, he reminded himself that it was for the both of them. He loved her just as much as she loved him. She fell first but he fell harder.
Armando never thought he would fall in love, but he did. In the middle of a stakeout, he spotted the girl walking out of a cafรจ. He remembers the dress she wore, it was white, and long, with yellow flowers. It screamed innocence and he loved it.
A week later he found himself following her around. He wasnโt due to go back to Mexico City for another week and he already finished the job so why not kill some time?
Two days before his departure from Miami he found himself in her apartment with his head between her thighs. He never wanted to leave but he couldnโt let anyone find out about you two. The good thing is, Armando was an excellent liar and no one ever discovered his dirty little secret.
Once she gets out of the shower, she waits no time to yell out her lover's name.
โArmando?โ She pauses and thereโs no answer.
Her heart breaks just a little more. With the ache in her chest, she decides to call the one person who might know where Armando is, Mike.
Mike was someone Y/N found comfort in, especially when it came to Armando. She knew their relationship was tricky, but he cared about his son and so did she.
Mike picks up at the 5th ring. He knew she only called when it was an emergency.
โTalk to me. What happened?โ Mike doesnโt need to ask how sheโs doing, if anything heโll do it after but he needed to know what in the hell his son did now.
Mikeโs voice brought the girl to tears. She felt at ease knowing that Mike was always willing to help her in a time of need.
She sniffles before speaking, โOh Mike, itโs been two days since Iโve last seen him. He came home Tuesday night without saying a word and left right after showering. I tried to get him to talk but he wouldnโt budge. Iโm really worried he hasnโt done this in so long, I donโt know what happened.โ She says it all in one breath, and by the time she is done speaking, sheโs panting. Mike pauses before replying to the anxious girl.
โIโll call Dorn and Kelly to see if heโs been staying with them but heโs been going to work. I knew something was up when he refused to talk to anyone.โ
โThank you, Mike, I appreciate you so much.โ
โOf course, but Imma need you to remember that when shit hits the fan never give up. You hear me? Never give up, especially with Armando.โ
Mike hangs up after speaking and leaves Y/N to wallow in her thoughts. She understood Mike was a busy man and had a separate life so she didnโt take it to heart but it hurt knowing that she was all alone again.
โbut we can patch it up good, make confessions and weโre begging for forgiveness, got the wine for you.โ
Mike called Y/N back two hours later saying that Armando was on his way home. The girl couldnโt tell if she was happy that he was okay or enraged that he didnโt have the balls to come home without someone having to tell him too. Armando would just have to come home to see the answer to that.
The young woman was frightened, not knowing if this was going to end in a raging verbal war or if everything was going to return to normal. She didnโt want to lose Armando, like she said earlier, she loved him unconditionally.
To kill time, she decided it was best to bake her favorite sweets, chocolate chip cookies. She makes her way to the kitchen to prep the batter. When she goes to preheat the oven, she hears the front door unlock. Armandoโs home.
Even after almost two years of being together, he still made her heart race and the butterflies in her stomach never seem to have left.
He walks in and spots her in the kitchen, her back is facing him. He can tell sheโs waiting for him to make the first move.
โIโm home.โ He closes the front door and locks it, his eyes never leaving her back.
She looks to the right and over her shoulder, โIt took you long enough. Where were you?โ
โI stayed with Dorn and Kelly. Iโm fine Y/N.โ
She takes a deep breath and mentally reminds herself that she canโt blow up on him, even though he deserves it. She opens her mouth but nothing comes out. Thereโs nothing else for her to say, he messed up badly and he needed to be the one to fix this.
โBaby look, lo siento, I do. I donโt know what happened. One second I was okay and then Rita said something and I just got angry. I needed some time to think. I needed space.โ He makes his way to the kitchen island, heโs now 5 feet away from Y/N. He yearns for her touch. The last couple of days were hard and all he wanted was a hug from his girl, but he knew he wasnโt getting that.
The oven beeps, cutting off Y/Nโs train of thought. She grabs the metal tray filled with cookies and gently puts them into the oven. She turns and is faced with Armando. She takes notice of what heโs wearing. Itโs a different outfit, she knew for a fact that he came when she was gone for work. He had left with nothing but his keys on Tuesday and Dornโs clothes wouldnโt have fit Armando. That man was 6โ2 for Christ's sake.
โI didnโt expect you to become a coward and just leave without saying a word but here we are.โ Armando could feel the heat radiating off of the 5โ2 woman. She may be small but she was frightening when she was angry.
Armando grips the counter, hard, he takes a deep breath before answering the girl.
โI know I fucked up but I just needed space.โ She scoffs at his statement.
โNeeded space from what exactly?โ She manages to huff out. Sheโs fed up and Armando knows it. One wrong move and heโs a dead man.
โRafe wouldnโt shut up, okay! He kept talking about you like you were just some piece of meat.! I couldnโt take it! I get that you guys dated but fuck!โ Armando's grip on the counter is lethal and his knuckles are practically white.
โArmando Aretas are you jealous?โ
โNo.โ
She smiles and gets a glare in return from her lover. Oh, she was going to have a field day with this.
Before Armando came into the picture Y/N had dated Rafe for about 4 months. It wasnโt anything serious, but if you were to ask her what she thought of Rafe, sheโd tell you he was a piece of shit.
โWell I think youโre jealous,โ she wasnโt letting it go, โand I think itโs hot but you need to remember that Rafe can be a douchebag.โ She makes her way over to Armando and pulls him in for a hug.
โJust next time please donโt leave without saying a word and you have to communicate with me.โ She looks up at him with her doe eyes while speaking.
โI promise it wonโt happen again. I love you, baby.โ
โReligionโs in your lips even if itโs a false god, weโd still worship, we might just get away with it, the altar is my hips even if itโs a false god, weโd still worship this love.โ
Without a second to waste Armando sweeps the girl into a passionate kiss. Heโs hungry and seeing Kelly and Dorn together really made him miss his girl.
He brings his hands down her body and rests them on her hips. He deepens the kiss by swiping his tongue into her mouth. As much as she wants to fight for it, she knows itโs his turn to take care of her, so she gives in. She runs her hand up to the back of his neck, rests it there, and occasionally plays with the hairs at the base of Armandoโs neck. She was the first to pull away, she needed to catch a quick breath before being able to continue. Armando uses this moment to speak.
"Let me take care of you cariรฑo."
Not even a second later, the younger woman lets him devour her like she's his last meal. He maneuvers them to the dining room, grabs her hips, and lifts her onto the table in one swift movement. She lets out a soft gasp when he makes contact with her neck. His teeth sink into the soft skin on the left side of her neck. It hurt, but not enough to cry about it. He soothes the small ache by running his tongue over the semi-red spot. She reacts by putting her hand on the back of his neck, never wanting him to stop. He has her panting, softly. The sounds go straight down into his pants. He chooses to ignore it, he's focusing on her.
He detaches himself from her neck to pull off the oversized tee she's wearing. He throws it to the floor. When he looks at her chest he notices the lacy fabric that hugs her breasts.
He lowers himself to where his lips rest right above her ear and whispers, "You drive me fucking crazy, baby."
Armando kneels in front of her and then proceeds to get a hold of her right leg. Before he continues, he looks up at her. God, he looked so fucking hot. His pupils were enflamed and filled with lust.
He starts to kiss his way up her leg, starting at her ankle, and right when he gets to her inner thing, she lets out a soft gasp. She's got him right where she wants him to be. Armando's right-hand grips the waistband of her black athletic shorts, signaling he wants them off. She lifts her hips and lets him do the rest. Armando takes off both her shorts and panties in one go. He was a tease, but not tonight.
He puts his hands on her hips and guides them to the edge of the table. He has full access and without a second left to spare his mouth makes contact with her folds. She shrieks, then it gets repressed into a moan when he finds her clit. He's lapping at her folds but it's not enough, she needs more.
"More, baby, I need more."
He wastes no time and inserts his ring and middle finger into her seeping wet cunt. Her moans are getting louder, and he fucking loves it. He continues by licking her clit, and her orgasm starts to finally peak.
"Oh fuck, yes, right there." She manages to speak through her moans.
Her right-hand finds its way to his dark brown hair, and she takes a fistful of it, not caring if it hurts him or not. He deserved it, after all, he left her alone for two days. She's close to her orgasm and he can feel it. His mouth makes its way to her clit and about 25 seconds later, she's coming undone.
Her sight fades to black and all she can see are stars. Once the image of them fades away, she looks down at Armando, he's licking her clean. She jerks away, from still being sensitive, but his hands immediately find their way to her hips to keep her in place. Not a drop of cum is going to waste. When heโs done he stands and removes his shirt. Y/N's hands go straight to his jeans, the outline of his cock doesnโt go unnoticed, but before she can get the zipper down the oven beeps. Both of their heads turn in the direction of the kitchen and the girls eyes widen in realization.
โWhat the fu-,โ
"Oh my god, the cookies!"
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how do you think armando would react if yโall had the most passionate sex and you left in the middle of the night, acted like nothing had happened at work
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-> warning: heavy smut, slight dumbification, mix of bodily fluids, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!), angst, mature language, Selena is really annoying, Minors DNI.
-> authors note: thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! this is probably my proudest work yet. If anyone wants to be apart of my taglist, comment below.
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๐๐๐๐ and red roses slowly glided off the duvet as he moves up and down, matching the maleโs thrusts into the helpless girl beneath. Triads of gasps and moans filled the room as the two made love, slaps echoed throughout while the two loversโ skin connected with each other.
The connections created a white ring around the latinoโs cock, caused by the mix of juices between the woman and him. Selenaโs back arched as she gripped on the manโs broad shoulders, giving him small, red scratches that would probably lift up by tomorrow.
โFuckโฆ just like that.โ She breathed, running his hands through his hair as he continued to thrust into her.
โYou like that?โ
Selena doesnโt even have time to answer, the man diving into her neck. Kissing her soft, melanated skin while he leaves a trail of burgundy marks. He quickens his pace, pushing his whole length inside of her, bottoming her out causing her to whine out in pleasure and a little bit of pain. โOhhh, fuck!โ
โYouโre taking me so well baby..โ
He laughed at your whining, enjoying seeing you lose yourself further and further for him, seeing yourself get frustrated. โYouโre so fucking wet..โ biting her earlobe ever so gently as he speeds up his pace. His cock pistoning in and out of you cashing him to grunt, losing the ability to control himself more and more.
โOh fuck baby, please please please..โ Selena babbles, the pleasure now being the only feeling there as it clouds her mind. This being the only thing now controlling her cognition and behaviour.
โAgรกrrate por mรญ, nena, ya casi estoy ahรญ..โ
โI canโt, i canโt!โ
A random act stops her continuous period of babbling, feeling something enter her mouth. It was his thumb, he quickly pulled it out, it making a small โPop!โ sound while a string of saliva comes with it. Dropping on the womanโs exposed torso. Too blinded by the pleasure going on within her, she fails to recognise what heโs just done, until she feels it.
Wet trails of just saliva lead from the top of her vagina to the clit as he slowly presses on it and starts running gently. Armando wraps his one arm around your shoulders as he now continues to pound into the hispanic woman while circling her clit, sending shockwaves through her body due to the temperature play demonstrated by the man. The hot sensation of your clit contrasts with the cool temperature of your manโs thumb, causing them little hairs on your body to stand up, generating goosebumps. Selenaโs jet black hair sticks to the pillow as the sweat generating from her head creates a glue type consistency onto the silk pillow behind her.
Her eyes roll back and she stops clawing on the males back, instead throwing her arms to the sides of her. The emotions of arousal causing her to submit to them being too much for the poor girl. Pulsating on the latinoโs dick, her lips part. โI canโt wait, i need to..โ
The man looks into her eyes. Her heterochromatic eyes stare right back at him. A connection of lust, passion, and weirdly enough, love. Leaning forward, Armando embraces her into a kiss, roughly attacking her lips like a wild animal chasing its prey. Not getting enough of her taste. The woman engages with it just as hard, seeming as if though, she does not want to let him go either. His thrusts become more erratic, clearly reaching his climax too.
โLetโs do it together baby, iโm going to cum in you so fucking bad. i need to-โ
โOh fuck!!โ
Without warning, a rush of pleasure cascades down the light-skinned girl, causing her toes to curl as she releases all her juices on him. The womanโs orgasm elicited a sense of relief from the latinx male as he too begins to move faster, his skin slapping against hers before releasing his load into her. His pace begins to slow down, his hips still jolting but dying down ever so slightly. โte sientes tan bien nena..โ Armando whispered to the exhausted woman below.
โI fucking love you.โ
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๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ 3 am in the morning. Selena looked to the left of her and saw a muscular arm over her stomach with the caramel toned male, nuzzling into her neck. His expression was unreadable but he seemed to be at peace with the slow, shallow breathing he did. Finally having a good nights sleep, the first in a while.
Still, even with the comfort of the man lying next to her, she felt ashamed to be here. Or yet, embarrassed. She slept with her bossโs son again. Only supposed to be a one time thing, yet, she foolishly agreed to be friends with benefits. However now, her feelings were involved. She was confused on what to do..
Sighing, she slowly removed his arm before throwing a shirt over her. Selena began to collect her things, guilt washing over her face as she looked back at the male.
He was still sleeping, his pink lips slightly parted as he begins to exhale out of his mouth too.
โI knew i shouldnโt have done this..โ The woman whispered to herself, holding the silver crusted pendant that was hanging off her neck, the one Armando got her. Sadness began to creep down her as she basked in her thoughts, negative thoughts at that. โYouโre leading him on, he deserves for you to tell him straight up.โ
But, how was she leading him on if she loved him too?
How does she love him, if one day she pretends she hates him?
How do you love him if you feel like youโve sinned after making love?
A deep voice suddenly breaks her train of thought as she hears a ruffle of sheets on the bed and someone clearing their throat. โWhat are you doing mamรญ..?โ
Selena looks at him with regret filling her eyes, the brown iris now illuminating as the male turns on the lamp next to him.
โArmando..โ
โยฟDe verdad estรกs huyendo de nuevo?โ
โI am not running away. Donโt fucking insult me like that. We havenโt even established what we are, are we lovers, friends with benefits or am i just a girl you use whenever youโre bored!โ
โI just fucking said i love you, dejar de tratar de jugar a la vรญctima. To think that the first time you did this i thought you was overwhelmed because of how sudden it was.โ
โYou couldโve just said that in the moment-โ
โSHUT UP!โ Anger boomed from his voice as he shouted, knocking the lamp over in the process as he looked at you with rage but love in his eyes. โDo not try and manipulate me just because you are confused with what you want.โ
That silenced her. At a loss for words, she didnโt even bother saying anything else. Was she really manipulative?
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. Not only was she ignoring Armando, still hurt about what he said, he was ignoring her too. Making her job easier, which only hurt her more. Was Selena upset because he was right? She loved him so much but why did she not show him that?
Every-time the group had to talk, they would sit apart from each other. Group celebrations were awkward too, Armando didnโt even glance at the poor girl, treating her as if she didnโt even exist. A game that she started, ended up being ran by the true player as she realised she could never beat him in his own game.
She noticed. As did everyone else too. It wasnโt until Kelly had to ask you what was wrong was where you just fell apart. โI fucked up so so bad Kelly. He hates me.โ She sobbed into her hands, her hair a mess as sadness yet desperation hung over her head. All the other woman could do was comfort her as she cried into her arms.
Little did she know there was someone behind that door who heard it all.
However, footsteps trailed away from the door, leaving the love they had behind.
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โAgรกrrate por mรญ, nena, ya casi estoy ahรญโ-Hold on for me, baby, iโm almost there
โte sientes tan bien nena..โ- You feel so good baby..
โยฟDe verdad estรกs huyendo de nuevo?โ - Are you really running away again?
โdejar de tratar de jugar a la vรญctima.โ - Do not try and play the victim.
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Bad Boys Ride or Die (Armando x Reader): Part One
Another day... another morning. Time seems to be passing you by without allowing you to catch up and you feel as if your life is slowly running its course. Itโs been about an hour since you have woken up but since the sun is always aligned with your window before work, thatโs how you knew it was time to get up and get ready. The birds chirping, neighbors mowing their yard and arguing. A continuous cycle that you sometimes wish would end. You laid there in your soft, silky sheet until you heard a knock at your door. Getting up, putting on your cheetah print robe, you slipped on your house shoes and walked over to your door.
โWho is it?โ You asked, holding on to the door knob.
โItโs us, who else would it be?โ, a familiar voice answered with a slight chuckle.
You sighed while unlocking the door, opening it to see two black males standing there making eye-contact. They were the ones โtrainingโ you for the detective spot.
โWhat do you guys want? You know this canโt be an everyday routine, right?โYou laughed walking away towards your open kitchen.ย
โMake sure you shut my door and lock it, I donโt need anyone else barging in.โ You continued leaning against your counter-table.
โGet used to it y/n. Since we are training you, and you are going to be with us all of the timeโฆwe might as well hang over each other's houses and be friends.โ,Mike answered taking a seat
โMike, we havenโt done any trainingโ. Sheโs basically a tag-along.โ Marcus replied looking through his phone.
โTag-along? Please donโt get me started..โ, you scoffed looking at Marcus and then at Mike.
You stared into Mikeโs dark brown eyes, while examining his body features. Mike Lowery is his name, a tall light-skinned black male with a goatee mustache, smooth skin-texture, soft plump lips, ears that kind of sticks out with a tiny earring that brings out his face.ย
โImma guess that you like what you see.โMike smiled, walking up towards you. He towered over you. It made you feel some kind of way but then again nothing at all. You turned to look at Marcus, to see him shaking his head into his hands.ย
โHmmโฆno.โ, you laughed, patting him on his chest and then walking towards your bedroom. โGive me an hour and then we can head out.โ
โForty-five minutes since you just pulled that bullshit.โ, Mike replied sitting down next to Marcus while he laughed .
โTwo words for youโฆMarried. Man.โ, Marcus recalled pointing to the ring that was on his finger.
โYouโre right.โ
You could hear their conversation the whole time however, you didnโt pay attention because there were other things on your mind regarding your job. You know it isnโt time to choose just yet and to make a decision that could change your life and your relationship with your โpartnersโ, however you also know that the sand is slowly slipping.ย
Time had passed and you were heading out when you noticed your living room window was slightly opened, you stared at it for a moment then walked over to shut it and left. Before you knew it, you were in the backseat of Marcusโs and Mikeโs car on the way to work. This was their way of getting to know you better, training you and โbeing generousโ.ย However, the ride to the precinct slowly had put you in a trance, reminding you of your last conversation between you and Captain Howard before he was murderedโฆ
โCaptain!!!โ You yelled walking up towards him. โAnything for me to do, check up on, investigate ... .aloneโ, you whispered, moving your focus from him to Marcus and Mike. Conrad Howard was his name and he was the one who had partnered you with Marcus and Mike since he considered them to beโ experiencedโ in what they do.
โWhat are you talking about y/n?โhe asked, raising one of his eyebrows while folding his arms.
โHeyyyyy! Captainโฆ what do you think about-โ before Mike could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Howard putting his finger up to Mike.
โDid he just-โ
โHe did.โ, Marcus sighed looking at Mike, you and then at Captain
โI was just wonderingโฆif you had any files that needed to be looked at. Or maybe if I need to go somewhere and investigateโฆsomething.โ, you pleaded.
โI have one file that needs to be-โ
โNo Cap that wouldnโt be necessary. We can go to the range and practice our shots and ride around to ensure that everyone is safe.โMike interrupted, looking at you and Marcus.
โI actually have some files to look at myself, Mike.โ, Marcus shrugged, walking off towards his desk.
You looked at Mike and watched as he looked at you, then at Captain and left.
โHeโs a guy who loves action. Heโll be okay however, I want to talk to you though, Walk with me?โHoward suggested pointing towards the hallway.
โSure whatโs up?โ, you asked, keeping up the pace that he was leading.
โI was wondering if you have decided what you wanted to do. With your position here. I know that you donโt need the training but you know it's โprotocolsโ. Itโs not me.โ, he explained looking through the papers that he was carrying.
You were taking in what he was saying. You entered the portal about a month ago since you came from a different district, however the point still stands. Different opportunities have been thrown at you when it comes to your career and where you are right now, since youโve been in the game for years. You would think it would be easier however now it has left you stuck. Leaving the precinct and becoming an international agent, stay and be a detective or retire and finally have a family with someone you love, decisionsโฆdecisions.
โI havenโt decided yet, so many options and personal things to think about.โ, you replied, walking at the same rhythm as your boss.
โListenโฆbetween you and I. Go with what you think is the worst.โ, he replied, stopping in his tracks.
โExcuse me?โ you replied confusingly tilting your head.
ย โYou wouldnโt be confused with what you wanted to do, if it was the best option. So go with what you are avoiding.โ, he answered, looking up at you through his glasses.
โNot to take advice from you, noted.โ, you thought, turning your focus towards the meeting that was happening down the hallway.
โLook, it may not make sense right now but later it will. Trust me.โ, he reassured walking towards the room that a meeting was happening in.
โWeโre a huge family here. Even if we hate each otherโs guts. And with Mike and Marcusโฆ They like you, and I can tell that theyโve somewhat gotten attached to youโฆwhich never happens. So ignore the things that are said especially with whatever comes out of Mikeโs mouth.โ, He continued pointing at you then walking into the meeting.
You watched as Captain walked into the meeting while waving the files that he was looking at earlier.
ย โThey like me.โ, you mocked, while turning around. โThey donโt even know me.โ you laughed walking back towards your desk.
You mustโve gotten lost in your thoughts because when you looked forward. Marcus was turned around in his passenger seat looking right at you.
โIโm sorry?โ, you asked, looking at Marcus to Mike and back at Marcus.
โWhat do you have planned today?โMarcus asked, looking at you with confusion across his face.
โUm, I have office work that I need to catch up on. I guess I can do that today.โ, you replied, grabbing your phone from your purse.
โOffice work?โMike and Marcus replied in unison. Pure disgust crawled across their faces. You thought to yourself if you said something wrong, or maybe if it was your body expression.ย
โYouโre telling me that you donโt want to get in any action. Hurt people ... .fight!โMike yelled, paying attention to the road while also taking quick glances at me through the rearview mirror.
โMike, not everyone loves violence but y/n you should want to get some type of action..yโknow. Office work. Really?โMarcus added, looking at the pedestrians going on about their day.
โI mean, if I can avoid it then yeah, I wouldnโt want to deal with it but of course sometimes it just comes my way.โ, you replied scanning through downloads on your phone.
โSeeโฆIโm not the only person that attracts danger.โMike laughed while looking at Marcus.
The rest of the ride was pretty chill besides Mike and Marcus arguing over past events with Mike dating Marcus' sister and operations that nearly blew up in their faces and their sex life. After what felt like forever,ย you made it to the precinct and were instantly met by the loud voices of cops everywhere and a huge meeting happening down the hallway.
You, Marcus and Mike stared at each other confusingly, trying to figure out what was going on until a police officer came up to stop in front of you.
โTheyโve been in there for hours, no one knows whatโs going on.โ, the cop said, staring at Marcus and Mike and then back down the hallway.
You stared at the people that were in there, making eye-contact with someone who was sitting at the head of the table.
โIโm sure it's nothing. Iโm going to my desk.โ, you replied, turning to Marcus and Mike and then leaving. You knew it wasnโt just โ nothingโ because since Captain Howard was killed barely anyone has used that meeting room unless there was a hostage situation, or something between those lines. However, there were people from different districts in there and paper was scattered everywhere. Everyone seemed obnoxious and worried.
After a couple twists and turns down the hallway, you made it to your desk and flopped down onto your seat to be greeted by paperwork that needed to be looked through.
โWhat is all this?โ, you whispered, opening one of the files and looking through them.
Before you knew it, all you saw was a stack of papers flying across your face onto the table. You looked up in shock to see Mike standing there with a smile across his face.
โYou said you wanted files so there you go.โMike laughed standing behind you.
โWhat do you want Mike? Because I am not about to look through all of those files, I'd rather be around Marcus all day and listen to him complain about his sex-life.โ, you replied sitting down at your desk.
โThatโs not what you said earlier.โ Mike replied.
โHow do you even know that? Mike, you've been telling y/n about my sex life?โ, Marcus snapped getting up from his desk.
โHell no. I-โ
โI was in the back of the car. Earlierโฆ when you guys picked me up after coming to my house which has been everyday for the last month.โ you interrupted straightening up the files.
โOh.โ Marcus replied, covering his mouth. โI mean that shouldnโt even be a problem, Mike and I go over each otherโs places all of the time.โ he continued looking at Mike and then back at you.
โHold up, how did you guys even know where I lived?โ you asked leaning back into your chair while making direct eye-contact with them.
You watched as Mike leaned against your desk, gave Marcus a โreallyโ look and then back at you.
โYouโre smarter than that so weโre going to pretend you didnโt just ask that questionโฆokay sweetie.โ, he replied in disappointment while looking at you.
โThat was a blonde moment.โ, you thought to yourself. โWell guys thank you for bringing me here but I have work to do.โ, you continued pushing Mikeโs files to the side.
โI guess I'll grab these and put them back on my desk then.โ, he stated grabbing them and putting them on top of his table.
Marcus and Mike caught the social cues that you were giving them and started analyzing the paperwork that was on their desk. They were cool people to be around. Fun and wild but also annoying and extremely obnoxious. They made you nervous due to not being able to know their next move. You scanned across the room and watched how every single person lived their lives. Some looked completely stressed, others looked as if they hadn't slept in months and the rest seemed to be taking each day slowly.
You brought your eyes towards Mike to see him typing things into his computer. You watched how his veins showed through his hands and the way his shirt compressed onto his body. You turned to look at Marcus with his eyes already piercing into yours. He was staring the whole time.
โWhat?โ, you asked looking back at him. You watched as he shrugged you off and went back to work.
The rest of the morning was filled with everyone trying to figure out what the meeting is about, and flashbacks of your last conversation with Captain Howard. Youโve only been in Miami for a couple months now after leaving from a different precinct, and very little has occurred. This will be a long year.
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WHERE WERE YOU IN THE MORNING? โ A. ARETAS โฉ
เณโโท SUMMARY; in which , you armando spend a slow morning together for the first time in a while. | FEAT. Armando Aretas x POC!fem!reader | TROPE established relationship | FORMAT drabble | GENRE fluff | WARNINGS none | NOTES what i would giveeee just to spend one morning with himmm ๐ซ
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9:00 AM
The warm sunlight filled the bedroom as your eyes fluttered open, your head still lying on Armandoโs chest. His arms were wrapped around your torso as one of his hands rubbed your back gently, providing you comfort. You moved your head slightly, trying not to wake up your sleepy boyfriend, and placed a gentle kiss on his collarbone. You hummed softly, snuggling your head back into the place it originally was. You loved spending mornings together at your place, the two of you hardly got to wake up together anymore because of Armandoโs busy schedule now that he was working alongside his dad. So you cherished every moment like this. He began to stir out of his sleep, and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. โBuenos dรญas, mamรก.โ He mumbled in that sleepy voice of his, letting you know that he was awake. โGood morning baby, I didnโt mean to wake you.โ You lovingly caressed his chest in an attempt to coax him back to sleep. He hummed quietly, still rubbing your back with his hands. The two of you stayed like this for a while, enjoying the quiet hum of the ac, the birds outside, the pure peace of it all. The two of you werenโt really morning people, so you appreciated the silence. Being in his arms was your favorite place, it made you feel content in knowing that he was yours, and you were his. โยฟCรณmo has dormido?โ His drowsy voice filled the silent room, โThe best Iโve slept in a while, actually.โ He chuckled quietly, โAnd whyโs that?โ He hummed, โBecause I got to sleep with you.โ You smiled to yourself, getting up from the position you were lying in and moving to sit on top of him so you were now looking down at him, resting your hands on his chest. His hands paused, waiting for you to get comfortable, then placing them on your ass, rubbing it slowly. โIโm gonna go shower.โ You mumbled and placed a soft peck to his lips before getting off of him and walking towards the bathroom. โSuch a tease,โ he mumbled staring at you as you left the room, causing a light chuckle to escape your lips.
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Good cop, Bad Boy - A. Aretas
Summary: Being part of AMMO meant that you would be working with the best on the force. But when shit hits the fan, you find yourself enlisting help from an unlikely source. Well.. maybe not so unlikely
WC: 2.1k
TW: guns, blood, death, Senor Aretas
The water calms you down, it always has. Whenever life gets too fast or too hectic, you would find yourself gravitating towards bodies of water. It was why you love Miami so much.
Taking a drag from your dwindling cigarette, you kept your eyes out onto the sea, letting the soft sounds of the gentle waves calm down your nerves. So much had been going on in the last week.
News started spreading that your beloved late captain had ties to the cartel. And then, Marcus and Mike went MIA while transporting Mikeโs son, Armando, who was actually in the cartel. And then that morning, another bomb got dropped on you when you knocked on Dornโs door and someone else answered.
After a heated shouting match about how inappropriate it was that your colleagues are dating, you decided that you needed some space and stepped out. Leaving was not an option as there were heaps of Howardโs files to go through, so you told Dorn you needed some air and stepped onto his deck.
The truth was, you were slightly jealous. With Rita becoming Captain and Rafe transferring to another unit, and now, this new development, you were left essentially, alone. No partners to watch your six and with no partners, it would mean less active work.
And that pissed you off. That and the IA nightmare this could bring.
There was a shift in weight on the boathouse and before you know it, your gun was out of the holster and aimed. Your body tensed.
Brown eyes widened and the familiar face of Armando Aretas greeted you. โCalmate,โ His voice was low.
โWhat the f-โ
A split second later, Mike was in front of you. โHey, itโs us.โ He reached out and pushed the barrel of your gun down slowly. โItโs just us.โ
โOh my God!โ You gasped as you re-holstered and lunged to hug the man. โWe thought you guys were dead!โ
โTakes more than that to bring us down,โ Marcus chimed as he ducked to Dornโs door and knocked violently. Mike, in turn, faced his son.
โHang out here for a sec.โ
The man nodded once and your attention went to him. All three of them looked haggard, covered in dirt. Their clothes looked stolen and you found yourself wondering where they had been the last three days.
Marcus and Mike barged into Dornโs living room and you waited outside. They were in for a surprise and you do not wanna be there when they found out.
A horn sounded in the distance and you turned back to the sea, taking the last drag from your cig before dropping the butt on the deck and stepping on it with your boots.
You could feel eyes on you and when you looked up, your suspicions were confirmed. His eyebrows quirked when you caught him.
โWhat?โ
He gave you a once-over then moved to the door.
โWouldnโt do that if I were you,โ You warned him and he stopped for a second before he turned the knob and entered.
You scoffed and smirked, following him in.
The scene that greeted you when you entered behind Armando was very similar to what you had subjected him to early on as you stared down the barrel of Kellyโs gun. You leaned in to his back.
โTold you,โ As you side stepped him, you caught his side-eye and grinned. Your day was looking up.
xxxx
When Mike said Howard had files, he had files. Pictures, videos, case reports, manifests. It was like trying to complete a very large jigsaw puzzle with no full picture in hand and all you had to help was Armando, the only person that could identify your target.
You held up a new picture him. โAnybody ring a bell?โ
He glanced at it and rubbed at his eyes. โNo.โ
โAre you sure?โ
The glare came full force. โSรญ. I know these people, but none of them are who you are looking for.โ He sighed.
His eyes were bloodshot and it was only then you realized he was still in the same raggedy shirt and jeans he came in with. And worse, he hadnโt had the chance to clean the cut on his forehead. โShit, did Dorn notโฆโ
He leveled you with a look that said, 'What do you think?'
โWell, thatโs what you get when you flirt with someoneโs girl,โ You quipped. โCome on, follow me,โ You didnโt wait to see if he was following, you just knew. And as you passed Dorn at his console, you smacked him lightly upside the head.
โOww! What was that for?!
โYou know what itโs for!โ You sniped back as your best friend watched the two of you pass. โYou were raised better than to disrespect guests,โ
โHeโs not a guest!โ
โHeโs Mikeโs guest, therefore heโs a guest!โ
His grumbling followed you to the second floor but you ignored it and went straight to Dornโs guest bedroom. Youโve slept in there more times than you can count so you knew where everything is.
โSpare clothes are in there. Towels in the second drawer. Bathroom is through there.โ You pointed and watched as he took stock of your instructions.
โDo you need the first aid?โ
โWhat?โ
โAre you hurt anywhere? Do you need the first aid kit?โ
โOhโฆ nah. Iโm good.โ
โOkay,โ As you turned to leave, he caught your wrist and you turned.
โWhy are you helping me?โ
โThis is hardly considered help, Aretas,โ
He stared.
โWell, arenโt you helping us?โ You asked back. โWay I see it, youโre risking your neck to help clear someoneโs name. Someone very important to your father. That earns you a pass in my book.โ
โHow do you know Iโm not doing this for myself?โ
โWhat could you possibly gain from this?โ You scoffed. โItโs not gonna earn you a pardon. So I think youโre doing this because Mike asked you for help. Am I right?โ
Armando did not answer so you just gave him a knowing smile and left him alone.
xxxx
The night air was cool and the sounds of waves lapping calming you down again. It was the reason why you liked hanging out at Dorn's so much. But with the new development; you might need to find another spot.
It was almost d-day and you all have had one hell of a night. You saw the attack on Marcus' place and was thankful his son-in-law was there to protect his wife and daughter. But Mike wasn't so lucky.
Witnessing his panic attack almost triggered your own. If the indomitable Mike Lowrey was scared; you should be too. You remembered when you yourself was in his shoes, the weight of the ring around your neck heavy.
Somebody leaned on the railing next to you and judging by bronze of his skin, you already knew who it was.
"Can't sleep?" You broke silence.
When no answers came, you turned to face Armando. You took him in slowly. After a shower; he had looked better, more alive than when they first arrived at the boathouse and you were glad for it. You wouldn't kid yourself and not admit that the man is very attractive. He's capable, intelligent, quiet. And there there was the way he assessed everything around him with those eyes of his.
You had no idea how anyone wouldn't just spontaneously combust at being under his gaze.
Speaking of his eyes, you saw his attention slide to you and his eyebrows rose, so you quickly diverted your own back to the sea. Your face grew warm.
"You don't talk much, do you?"
"There is nothing to say,"
"Well, I don't do well in uncomfortable silences so.."
This time he fully turned to you making you mirror his actions. He took one step forward and instantly, your warning bells blared. Your eyes widened and you gulped.
"Do I make you uncomfortable?" His voice dropped low but his eyes blazed as they stared into yours. Holy shit, you thought.
"I - uhh -โฆ"
A rogue smirk painted his lips, pulling your attention. The smirk widened to a grin. Then as suddenly as he was close, he stepped back and gave you back your personal space. You blinked, dazed and confused as to what just happened.
Once you retrieved your bearings, you cleared your throat. Your face was now burning. "You're a dick, Aretas," You snapped and was blessed with the low timbre of his soft laugh.
xxxx
You came to with ringing in your ears and pain all over your body. The last thing you remembered were strong arms wrapping around your body and then you were airborne.
Mike gave you both a mission and that was Callie. But then there were too many of them. And then there was the plane.
You stood from behind the overturned table and looked around. There were bodies littered all over. But no Callie. And no Armando.
Then, the radio crackled in your earpiece. Judy.
โIโve got eyes on Aretas. Moving in.โ
Fuck.
โWhoโs got eyes on Armando?โ You called into the comms.
Ritaโs voice came on. โLast I saw he was extracting Callie. West exit.โ
You bolted without thinking, praying that you would get there in time. He was your partner, you need to have his six.
You arrived from behind, just as Mike arrived from the side and you skidded to a halt as Judyโs gun swivelled to you.
โPut the gun down!โ
Immediately complying, you raised your hands up. But your eyes were on Armando.
Without warning, your heart thundered at the sight of him, leaning heavily againt the tree trunk. He was breathing hard, bleeding all over. It was not looking good.
โMom. Mom, stop!โ Callie yelled. โHe saved my life!โ
And for the first time, Judy seemed to see someone else other than her fatherโs killer. She saw her daughter. Alive and safe, with barely a scratch on her.
โPlease, Mom.โ The girl begged. โHe saved my life.โ
It felt like ages, but the moment Judy holstered her weapon, both you and Mike rushed to Armandoโs side.
โAre you hit?โ Mike asked his son, his eyes roaming Armandoโs body, looking for holes. โAre you hit?โ
You were on the ground, ripping a piece of fabric off of your tshirt and wrapping it around his thigh. When you pulled tight, he grunted and flinched. As you stood, Armando had raised his arm around his fatherโs shoulders and leaned against the taller man. He was dazed but at least he was upright
โYou did good.โ Mike assured. โYou did good.โ
The radio crackled again. This time, it came from Judyโs.
โHoward, do you copy?โ
Everyone present froze as you waited for Judyโs response. Dread seeped into your bones as she looked at the three of you and then, her daughter.
But then, by some miracle, she released her radio and met Mikeโs eyes.
โGo. Before I change my mind,โ
Not to be told twice, the three of you made for the trees and beyond it, the river and the little boat you had arrived on with Armando.
You stepped from under his arm and stepped away to give father and son a moment alone but not before you caught his eyes.
He was your partner for at most, 15 hours, but he was a good partner to have. He had your back the whole time and not once did you doubt him. Without your permission, your brain had started to trust him fully and it intrigued you. He intrigued you.
And now heโs leaving. You didnโt know if you would ever see each other again.
So you gave him a nod and a small smile. When you heard the motor start, you made your trek back to the van. Mikeโll find his way back on his own.
xxxx
5 months later...
The sensor beeped as it detected your facial ID and allowed you entry into the elevator that would take you down to the basement of your HQ. You got the call just that morning.
A major player just got PID'd slipping through customs and the department believed something big is going down in Miami. And AMMO had been tasked to find out what and stop it.
As you approached the center of the room, you eyes caught the familiar figure leaning against the wall in a corner. You fought not to let your reaction show, but the way you slowed your steps was telling enough judging by the smile Marcus was failing to hide.
You stowed your gear and made your way down and beelined for that same corner, ignoring the eyes and smiles of your colleagues.
God, IA is going to have a field day.
"Alright, now that we're all here," Mike began and the screens behind him lit up.
You leaned againts the console and let your shoulder touch Armando's but your eyes were on your superior.
"Welcome back,"
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โ.เณเฟ*:๏ฝฅ ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐
*:๏ฝฅ ๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐
sypnosis: y/n finds out sheโs pregnant and doesnโt know how to tell Armando or her team | warnings: none | pairings: Armando x reader | Authors note: finally wrote part one! Might write part two later it just depends |
โ๐๐๐๐๐๐ y/n!โ Kelly begged for the 5th time. Her and Rita were going to this party and they really wanted you to go.
You loved parties and never declined an invite to one but, today you just werenโt feeling up to it.
You had been feeling sick for a few days now so you were taking a leave from work, not wanting to pass anything to anyone.
Your boyfriend, Armando, offered to stay home with you but you didnโt let him, he shouldnโt have to stop working just because you caught some stupid bug.
โFine if youโre not going neither are we.โ Kelly said, plopping down on your couch, crossing her arms.
โYeah, we can just stay here with you. Thatโs more fun than any party.โ Rita added on.
You smiled, wondering how did you get so lucky to have amazing friends. โThank you, guys.โ
About 4 Vampire Diaries episodes later, you ran to the bathroom, rushing to the toilet, throwing up.
โGod, what is wrong with me?โ You said looking at yourself in the mirror.
Once you got back to your living room, where Rita and Kelly were, you told them about what just happened. They decided that you should Google your symptoms, to help find out whatโs wrong.
So you opened your laptop and started googling.
All the results looked like:
___________________________________
โWhat are the symptoms for pregnancyโ
โHow to know if youโre pregnantโ
โPregnancy sicknessโ
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โI canโt be pregnantโ you thought.
โCan you guys come here for a second!โ You yelled to Rita and Kelly. They walked over and you turned your computer to face them.
Kelly looked at you โWell, are you? You know.. pregnant?โ
โI donโt know, I donโt think so.. it doesnโt make since.โ
Rita rubbed your back, โWell letโs go buy some tests before we make any conclusions.โ She reassured you.
You sighed thinking, how could you be pregnant, and if you were how would you tell Armando, but you calmed yourself down. The test could comeback negative after all.
Well that didnโt last long, you took 5 tests and they all came back positive. You slid down the wall in your bathroom, hugging your knees, sobbing.
โHow can I be pregnantโ
โI thought we were always being safeโ
โWhat do I tell Armandoโ
โHow will I workโ
โHow do I take care of a babyโ
You were pulled out of your overwhelming thoughts when Rita and Kelly walked in the bathroom. Immediately sitting down next to you, hugging you.
โWhat will I tell Armando. He didnโt want children right now.โ You said in between sobs, breathing heavily.
Rita and Kelly looked at each other sympathetically. Armando wasnโt a open book, especially not around them. They couldnโt assure you or tell you how he would react, so they just comforted you before he got home.
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๐๐๐ Kelly and Rita left you sat on your couch, knowing Armando would be home, any minute now. You heard the door creaked open, incoming your boyfriend with blood splattered on his arms.
โHey babe.โ You said running to him, placing a soft kiss in his cheek.
โHola mamรกโ He replied.
You tried to avoid lookin into his eyes, you knew if he looked at you long enough heโd be able to tell youโd been crying. So instead you just pulled his arm leading him into yโallโs bedroom.
You left him there while you went to get a damp towel, to clean the blood off him.
โยฟQuรฉ ocurre?โ He asked, using his thumb to make you look at him.
โWhat makes you think somethingโs wrong?โ
โYou only avoid looking at me when somethingโs wrong.โ
Damn he knew you good
You knew that if you tried to tell him you would start crying so you just got the test out of the bathroom and handed it to him.
He looked at you with a expression, you couldnโt tell if he was mad or happy โYouโreโฆโ
โPregnant.. yeah. Are you mad?โ You asked looking down, playing with your fingers.
โPor supuesto que no, solo sorprendido.โ
He took your hands and kissed your knuckles. โยฟTenรญas miedo de decรญrmelo?โ
โWell yeah.. we talked about having kids at a later- much later time. I didnโt know what you were gonna say.โ You said sheepishly
โI know this isnโt what we planned but, I still wanna spend the rest of my life with you, and now our child.โ He assured you.
You ran to him, tackling him on the bed, leaving pecks all over his face. How could you ever think he would be upset with.
โWait- we have to tell the team and your dad.โ
โDo we have to?โ He asked walking away from the bed.
โWell yeah, theyโre gonna wonder why Iโm taking an extended leave from work.โ
โยฟP or quรฉ? Digรกmosles que volaste a otro paรญs.โ
A pillow was then thrown at his head.
๐๐๐ next day, you asked for Marcus, Mike, Rita, Kelly, Dorn and Rafe to meet you at Marcusโ house because you had something to tell them.
After you got there and everyone was chill, you decided to tell them.
Affer all eyes were on you, you took a deep breath in. โSo, Iโve decided to take an extended leave of absence from work.โ
โWhy, is everything alrightโ Dorn asked.
โYeah, itโs just.. Iโm pregnant.โ
Heads were turned and gasps were made.
Everyone came up to you hugging you. Armando stood in the corner with his arms crossed.
โWeโre having a A.M.M.O baby!โ Kelly shouted making everyone laugh.
Mike walked to his son, patting him on the back.
โMike! Youโre gonna be a grandad.โ Marcus said laughing at Mike.
Mike ran his hand down his face, โDamn.โ
After everyone settled down, Marcus started โWait, that means if Y/N is pregnant, that means her and Armando been fuc-โ
โMARCUS!โ Everyone shouted while you buried your face in your hands.
โMan, this is fucked upโ Marcus said walking away.
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ยฟQuรฉ ocurre? - Whatโs wrong?
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Filming Pieces of Her
warning: smut, age gap, some fluffy
A/N: I had a request for Jacob and a younger co star smut idk what happened to the inbox request but here you go!
Synopsis: Y/N plays Andy who is 20 while Jacob is Michael Vargas who is 31. After their kissing scene Y/N had to take a break.
She doesnโt get it at all. Sheโs 20 and heโs 11 years older than her! How is she crushing on this man so much?! His fun personality and that goddamn accent doesnโt help it either. The set was being filmed in Georgia today then weโre flying out to Australia to finish up the rest. Andy her character was a simple girl so the glitz and glam wasnโt necessary. The director just asked for Y/N to apply simple makeup so here she was preparing for the hotel scene. Where Andy and Michael kiss and thereโs clearly sexual tension between the two prior.
Itโs fine โฆ.. at least youโll kiss him and get it out the way right? You applied your concealer and left it there to dry a bit to get more coverage. A tap on your trailer making you jump.
โCome in!โ The door immediately opens with Jacob holding smoothies and a small pouch.
โItโs too late to grab dinner so I managed to get us smoothies. Could you help me apply this stuffโ he waves his makeup pouch. He is just too cute.
Jacob was known for his role as Armando in Bad Boys. Thereโs something about him in a fuller beard and more reserved that turned you on. He sits in the empty chair beside you and watches as you finished up your makeup.
โHonestly you donโt even need that stuff youโre beautiful already.โ He casually says as he sips his smoothie.
โFlattering me at this time at night is dangerous, Scipioโ you jokingly wiggle your brows at him causing his cheeks to turn pink
โIโm just sayingโ he puts his hands up innocently.
You dab little dots of concealer on his little imperfections, you didnโt mind them but he had to be camera perfect. Jacob was beautiful as is. You stood between his legs, blending out the concealer while heโs looking up at you. His eyes are sinful. They could make anyone fold.
โAre you nervous? โฆ.for the kiss?โ His hands rest on the side of your thighs and you didnโt know how the fuck you stood still cause you wanted to melt right then and there.
โA little bit?โฆ.given itโs my first kissโฆโ You put his finishing powder on and started packing up the products.
โFirst on screen kiss? Well im honoredโ
โNo Jacobโฆ.uhh my first kiss everโฆ.โ He thought for a minute as to why anyone would wait this long to kiss someone as enticing as you. Then he remembered youโve been modeling for most of your younger years and only recently started acting. You barely had a regular childhood.
โWellโฆโ He now stands behind her, looking at her through the mirror.
โLike I said, Iโm honored.โ He places a soft kiss to her temple before heading out to set.
Oh she was done for.
~~~~~~~~~
Filming the hotel scene
Michael: (sighs) Iโll take the couch
Andy: Youโre not sleeping in here. Get your own room
Michael: Thatโs not how it works
Andy: Well Iโm not comfortable with that
Michael: And Iโm not comfortable with letting you out of my sight. Soโฆ.tie me up if itโll make you feel better, but neither one of us is leaving this room.
Andy: *glares in frustration and sexual tension*
Director: Cut! Good job guys. Weโll finish the rest in 10 minutes. You walked off to grab some water and freshen up. Your nerves getting to you. Andy is the one to initiate the kiss and you donโt know how youโre gonna have the balls to do it. You pep talked yourself in the mirror. Heโs just a guy after all.
~~~~~
Director: and ACTION!
Running, fast as you can from someone who could potentially kill you. Trying to find an escape in a panic, was there multiple? Michael was caught up at the hotel with an intruder and I donโt even know if heโs okay. Iโm out of breath and I can barely hold on but Iโm running. I donโt want to die. I see a fence up ahead and I do my best to climb it. I felt someone grab my leg and I let out a cry for help hoping someone could just save me
Michael: hey hey itโs me itโs okay. I got you. Theyโre gone.
You drop down into his arms and let out a cry youโve been holding. Your momโs secret causing complete chaos to your life. Your heavy breathing subsides and you look up at him. Heโs been protecting you this entire time, risking his life for you. Was that time at the bar real? The way he was looking at me, my body couldnโt resist this any longer. I pulled him in for a kiss. A long awaiting kiss.
~~~~~
Characters aside, Jacobโs lips were so soft and his hands felt so big and warm around my waist. We were told that the kiss should last a few minutes. I let out a soft moan, his hands coming up to caress my face as his tongue slips in my mouth. My god. I could stay here. I started to suck on his tongue and he lets out a groan.
โAnd CUT! Perfect job guys weโll take a 30 and finish up.โ
When we both pulled away, we look at each other for a few minutes then I excuse myself. I headed straight to my trailer not speaking a word to anyone. Iโm hot and completely bothered. You took off your jeans since they got ripped from the hooks on the fence. You threw it on the floor, utterly flustered from that kiss when Jacob comes in unannounced.
โH-heyโ you said nervously. He closes the door and locks it. Not saying a word to you, eyes on you like youโre his prey. That innocent sparkle in your eyes as if you didnโt just turn him on in ways he didnโt realize was possible. He sits on the couch just watching you, your legs were tightly pressed together trying to find some relief. He notices and lets out a small laugh.
You narrow your eyes at him, this man knew exactly what he was doing to you. You walked over to him, straddling him as he places his hands on your ass.
โWhatโs so funny?โ You questioned him as you take in the scent of his cologne.
โYouโre clearly in need of some relief and Iโm tired of acting like I donโt want you.โ He guides your hips on his leg and you left out a soft gasp. His lips meet your neck as he unbuttons your white bottom up. Your character Andy wearing the most see through top and a black bra has been beyond distracting.
โJacob!โ You let out a moan as he sucks in your neck. He pulls away resting his forehead against yours.
โTell me to stop and I will. Do you want this?โ
โY-yesโ You move your hips against his leg as he pulls you in, getting lost in your lips. Trailing his kisses down to your neck then your chest. He pulls down your bra, massaging your breast, placing one nipple in his mouth. Your moans only being music to his ears. Your clit starting to feel simulated as you kept moving in the same spot.
You call out his name knowing that you were close, you felt your wetness against his jeans.
โKeep going baby, cum on my leg. Iโve got you.โ He held you close with one arm as his other hand continues to guide your hips. You could barely even coherent a sentence you were just moaning out for him, reaching your peak. Still you were craving more.
โJ-Jacob please touch me. I want you!โ He lets you ride out your first orgasm holding you close.
โBefore we go any further, please let me take you out to dinner first. It wouldnโt feel right to do this here.โ
Oh a gentlemen he is. You agreed and hoped this blossoms into something more.
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Armando Aretas x Reader
Armando will always save the woman he loves
The room is dimly lit, the air thick with tension and the musty scent of fear. Your wrists are tied behind your back, and a rough rope digs into your skin. You can feel the cold, sharp edge of a knife pressed against your throat, the hand holding it steady but ruthless. Your captorโs breath is hot and foul against your ear as he whispers threats. The gunshots outside the room gave you a strange sense of relief. Itโs Armando, the man you love, the man you knew would come for you.
Suddenly, the door bursts open. Armando stands in the doorway, his dark eyes burning with fury. He moves with lethal grace, his gun drawn and ready. The sight of him brings a rush of relief and fear. You know what heโs capable of, and you also know the danger heโs facing to save you.
โLet her go,โ Armando commands, his voice a deadly calm.
The knife presses harder against your skin, drawing a thin line of blood. โOne move and sheโs dead,โ your captor snarls.
Armandoโs eyes never leave yours. โYouโre making a mistake,โ he says, his voice low and menacing. In a heartbeat, he moves, faster than you can comprehend. He fires his gun, taking out one of the men in the room. Chaos erupts as bullets fly, and Armandoโs men storm in, engaging in a fierce and deadly battle.
Your captor tightens his grip on you, using you as a shield. You can feel his panic, his desperation, but you can also feel Armandoโs determination. He wonโt let anything happen to you. You believe that with every fiber of your being.
In the midst of the chaos, Armandoโs eyes find yours again. โClose your eyes,โ he orders softly. You obey, squeezing your eyes shut as he moves with precision. The sound of a gunshot rings in your ears, and suddenly, the pressure of the knife against your throat is gone.
You fall forward, free but disoriented. Arms catch you, and you open your eyes to see Armando holding you close. Heโs breathing hard, his face a mix of relief and residual fury.
โItโs over,โ he murmurs, his voice shaky. โYouโre safe now.โ
You cling to him, your body trembling with the aftermath of fear. โI was so scared,โ you whisper, your voice breaking.
He pulls you tighter, his lips pressing against your hair. โI know, mi amor. Iโm here now. Iโve got you.โ
You look up at him, your eyes filled with tears. โThey almostโฆโ
โBut they didnโt,โ he interrupts gently, his thumb brushing away a tear. โI wonโt let anything happen to you. I promise.โ
He kisses you then, a desperate, fierce kiss that speaks of his love and his relief. You melt into him, feeling the warmth and strength of his embrace, the safety youโve longed for.
โI love you,โ you murmur against his lips, your voice trembling.
โI love you too,โ he replies, his voice a soft growl. โAnd I will always come for you. Always.โ
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Confessions
a.aretas x best friend!reader
summary: your best friend armando has been by your side through every disappointing date, relationship and talking stage. but one fateful night he says something which will alter your friendship forever. the question is: will it be for better or for worse?
prompt: #2853 by @promptsforthestrugglingauthor
"I just want to fall in love!" She sobbed into her hands. "Why won't it happen?"
"What about the last person you saw?"
"I try. I actively try to like them.โ
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Turning the key in the lock of your apartment door, you walked in with hunched shoulders and a disappointed expression. The date you were on today had been disastrous. Justin, a guy you had met through a colleague, had been so boring, that you had to make up a bullshit excuse about your sister needing someone to drive her to a doctorโs appointment. You didnโt even have a sister.
Walking further into the apartment, you noticed Armando, your best friend for years, sitting lazily on your couch. He was in your apartment practically every day, so you werenโt too surprised to see him here. The thought of spending the rest of the afternoon and evening with him sounded ten times better than spending even five minutes with Justin.
โHey, howโd your date go? Any luck with this Jordan guy?โ Armando asked between bites of what seemed to be your leftover lasagna.
โHis nameโs Justin, but no. How can someone talk about his first driving lesson which happened three years ago for forty-five minutes? Nothing happened! It was a completely normal experience, except for the fact that he still remembers the colour of the house he parked next to for the first time,โ you ranted as you took off your purse and shoes and went to wash your hands. Once you were in the bathroom, you also changed into more comfortable home clothes. Armando wasnโt someone you felt like you had to dress up for. He complimented you even when your hair looked like it had never been touched by a brush.
Armando never made you feel ugly or as less than. No matter what you looked like, he always treated you the same, which was like a breath of fresh air, when you considered how the majority of the men you had met acted like. He also made sure to not only compliment your looks but your personality as well. You didnโt know how he kept finding things to point out, but it was amazing to have someone understand you like that. You had different reactions to his compliments. If it was about your appearance, youโd take it lightly and give him a kiss on the cheek in thanks. If it was about your character, youโd look at him with as much gratitude as humanly possible and be physically close to him for the rest of the day, however long that may be.
โWas he the tarado that asked you not to wear leggings or joggers on the first date?โ Armando asked while laughing.
You sat down next to him in the couch and put your head on his shoulder. You felt his arm going over your shoulders and your body instantly relaxed. Being in Armandoโs vicinity always had this effect on you. All of your worries disappeared and you got to truly relax. You were lucky to have such a connection with your friend.
โNo, that was Cole. Besides that part, he was actually really nice,โ you sighed. โI donโt know whatโs wrong with me. Itโs like I canโt make a relationship work.โ
โItโs not your fault, mi querida. The men you go out with are the problem. Your taste is veryโฆinteresting,โ Armando tried to soothe you. He also said something in Spanish, but only knew the basics of the language and some insults Armando taught you a couple years back. You just hoped the names he called you werenโt too nasty.
โIt canโt be only their fault though. It takes two to make or break a relationship. And it seems that everyone but me has managed to do it. Happy couples, people in love are all around me, but I can never seem to be one of them. I just want to fall in love,โ you groaned into your hands, which had come up to your face to hide your frustration. "Why won't it happen? Why canโt it be as easy as befriending people and feeling love for them?"
โWhat about your last boyfriend? You were in love with him, werenโt you?โ Armando asked in a tone you couldnโt place.
Yet his words made you think of your ex, who you had had a complicated and difficult relationship with. Love wasnโt supposed to be complicated. It wasnโt supposed to make you overthink every word you said, it wasnโt supposed to make you change your personality to fit better into someone elseโs life. A lover was supposed to love you despite and because of your flaws and not nitpick every single move of yours until you felt like a painting in a museum full of cruel critics.
But you had never shared those details with Armando. In fact, your ex had tried to isolate you from him and all your other friends, so to avoid any more fights, you had agreed with his โrulesโ.
Now you knew that what you had felt in your last relationship wasnโt love. It was desperation to fit in with your peers. Desperation to have finally found the most wonderful feeling a human being can experience: love. And while love and desparation do go hand in hand, it is important to remember their differences and base oneโs behaviour off of that. Thatโs where you had messed up.
โNo. I tried-I actively tried to like him and all the other guys Iโve gone out with, but it just doesnโt work. I either try too hard and seem too eager or I canโt force myself to care and lose interest before barely knowing more about the guy than what is needed in a police description,โ you explained the conclusion you had come to while analysing your behaviour one sleepless night.
You then started tracing patterns on Armandoโs arm while it served as a substitute for your sketchbook. Your hands needed to be occupied with a task or youโd be restless. โI also seem to always compare the guys to you, of all people. They either arenโt as charming, as funny or as pleasant to be around.โ
Your words made Armando stiff as a board next to you. The reason why his evergrowing feelings never faltered or died out, was because you always said shit like that. One moment you could be making fun of every single part of Armandoโs existence and in the next youโd be telling him how his presence alone makes you feel at home.
But it wasnโt just your words that rattled Armando. The gentle feeling of your soft fingers imitating drawing on his skin made the familiar warm feeling in his chest bubble up again and caused his brain to short-circuit. Armando loved feeling like your personal canvas, taking whatever you had to offer without complaints.
It was up ahead in his all-time favourite things to ever happen along with the cuddling you enjoyed so much. Every year when winter came around, Armando was almost giddy at the thought of you positioning your body as close to his as humanly possible, because you got cold quickly and he ran hot.
Still, it was all becoming too much all at once. Armandoโs unwavering feelings towards you, your careless behaviour towards him, making him think he may actually have a shot, when he just doesnโt know anymore. You were the first person in a long time to make him feel unconditionally loved, but then you went ahead and went on a date with another man. You told him how no one could ever take his place in your life and then told him how he was the best friend anyone could ever ask for.
That was what frustrated Armando the most. He didnโt just want to be your friend anymore. He wasnโt sure that he had ever wanted that. Armando wanted to feel your lips against his. He wanted to sleep wrapped around you every night. As a matter of fact he wanted to be around you every second of every day, spending as much time together as their lifestyles allowed. Armando wanted to talk and talk and talk with you, getting to know every single one of your most intimate thoughts, opinions and memories. He wanted to know you better than he knew himself. Your soul was already a big part of his own, but he wanted them to be connected so fiercely that nothing could break them apart.
Armando knew that the change from a friendship to a relationship wouldnโt be that drastic, after all, the two are pretty similar, at least in your case. But he still wanted the feeling of belonging which came with a relationship. The knowledge that you were his and he was yours. It was not only a guarantee for him that you would never leave, but also a sign to others that you were taken now. No one would allow himself to come near you if they knew you were with him.
Due to his confusing thoughts and conflicting thoughts, he couldnโt control his tongue very well. โBe with me then,โ he tried to joke, but it came out wrong. It sounded more like a plea, begging to be taken seriously. As soon as the words were out, Armando froze. The fear that this would make him lose you hit him at full force. As hard as he tried to play it off, he just couldnโt be the non-caring, hardly fazed person he was around others, when he was around you. Everything about you made Armandoโs resolve crumble and his heart melt.
Your laugh died in your throat as Armando jumped up and went to the conjoined kitchen of your apartment. You quickly went after him, noticing the change in his behaviour.
โWait- Were you serious?โ you asked him unbelievingly. You had never seen Armando like this before. He was usually an excellent liar and great ar improvisation, something which combined with your flirting skills made you two able to get out of every type of trouble.
Right now though, Armando was fiddling with the glass in his hands which he was trying to fill with water.
โNo, no, of course not,โ he said. He sounded defeated and you didnโt want your favourite person to feel like that, especially because of something you said.
โArmando, tell me whatโs wrong. I promise you, Iโm gonna be here and listen no matter what. Youโre my best friend, you can tell me anything,โ you told him, trying to get the truth out of him. You meant every word of what you said, but you werenโt sure if Armando was going to believe them and/or actually listen.
As if to prove your point, the man before you rolled his eyes and turned away from you.
โYou canโt help me with this, maravillosa niรฑa. I appreciate the thought, really. But mi amor para ti isnโt exactly something I can talk to you about,โ Armando remarked wistfully. His hands were grasping the glass so hard, his knuckles were white. This only made you worry more, since Armando was usually pretty laid-back.
โArmando, I promise you, you can. Thereโs nothing you could tell me that would change anything between us. I know you. I know you have a good heart, as hard as you try to convince others that it isnโt true. So whatever is on your mind and affecting you this bad, I promise you can share it with me, so youโre at least not the only one carrying its burden,โ you expressed, conveying as much love as you could in your words. Armando was very important to you and you made sure to tell him that in different forms every once in a while.
โYou ask whatโs affecting me? ยฟNo es obvio? You are. The fact that I crave your company when youโre not around, the fact that I want to be the first person you call when anything happens or when you just want to talk! You have made me addicted to you and itโs not an addiction one can ever overcome. I love you. Every cell in my body yearns for your touch, every thought in my mind is devoted to you. llevo aรฑos volviรฉndome loco,โ Armando finally blurted out. He hadnโt meant to confess his feelings for you in this way. He actually hadnโt meant to confess them at all, but they had just come out.
Armandoโs words stunned you into silence. You had truly never expected to hear these words, but after overcoming the initial shock, there was something like โฆ relief flooding your veins and takings its place right between your ribs. Armando was an amazing person who you admired deeply. The fact that he loved you made you feel happy in a very specific way.
Your mind was running a thousand miles an hour, processing every word Armando had said. If you imagined those words coming out of one of your other friendโs mouth, you wouldnโt be as overjoyed as you are right now. You would be flattered, but not excited as you were right now.
Which led you to only one conclusion.
Darting forward, you wrapped your arms around Armando. One went to his face and cupped his cheek while the other went to his side. You spared a quick look to his eyes, finding confusion, hope and lust in them, but then focused on his lips. They were just as beautiful as every other part of him, now also slightly parted as his soft breaths were hitting your collarbone.
โFuck it,โ you thought and connected your lips to his. He immediately kissed back and you could feel his hands coming up to your waist to hold you even closer. You moved your hand from his cheek to his hair and buried it in his soft curls. The two of you stood there intertwined for a long time, lips moving in a steady rhythm, until you broke the kiss to get some air.
โWas that okay?โ you gasped out, trying to put air in your lungs again. The grin you sent in Armandoโs direction earned you a crooked smile.
โPerfect,โ was the only warning you got before his lips crashed against yours once more.
Smiling while your lips were still pressed together, you mumbled out a โTold you I could help.โ and resumed making out with your handsome best friend.
Translations:
tarado - moron
mi querida - my dearest
maravillosa niรฑa - wonderful girl
mi amor para ti - my love for you
ยฟNo es obvio? - Isnโt it obvious?
llevo aรฑos volviรฉndome loco - Iโve been going crazy for years
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๐ฐ๐๐ผ๐ฐ๐ฝ๐ณ๐พ ๐ฐ๐๐ด๐๐ฐ๐ ๐ ๐ต๐ด๐ผ๐ฐ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด๐
: ฬฬโ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฑ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ๐บ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐ฒ
: ฬฬโ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข: It's a rarity that Armando gets sick, but when he does, he attaches himself to you/reader. --Intro to a new female reader?
: ฬฬโ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐:
Soft!Mando
Dove!reader
GrumpyxSunshine
The funniest thing about Armando was that although he held the rightful reputation of being cutthroat and ruthless in the streets of Mexico, he was also such a softie behind closed doors, especially when he was sick. ย
Right now, he currently had the flu and was carrying himself like a toddler. ย
The couple had been stationed in bed for what felt like hours. Armando because he was โknocking on deathโs doorโ as he dramatically put it, and Dove because well, he refused to let her up. He laid on top of her, arms tucked underneath her to warp around her waist and lock her in his grip. His head was not only planted right on her chest, but he was also hiding underneath her robe. All she could truly see of him was the very top part of his short black hair.ย
โArmando, baby. You know I donโt mind taking care of you, but youโre gonna get me sick being all over me like this.โ Doveโs soft voice was met by the low grumbling rasp of his strained voice. โIโm not even that close.โ She took a moment to look away at her imaginary office camera that was always conveniently stationed in the corner of whatever space she needed it to be.ย
โIf you were any closer, youโd be in my skin.โ โThatโs a great idea actually.โ With that statement, he emerged from underneath her thick fluffy robe, leaning back to gently tug down the cup of her bra, exposing her supple breast. He stared for a moment mesmerized by the sight of her dark brown skin that always seemed to glow to him. ย
Thatโs one of the many things he loved about Dove. She was so opposite of him. While he was rugged, she was the epitome of soft. It was like God crafted her from the finest silk he could find. ย Taking his sweet and very appreciated time to craft the woman Armando would one day be madly in love with.
She was his Dove, his Paloma. ย
โEres tan suave, cariรฑo.โ He spoke softly while nuzzling his face against her breast. She gazed down at her boyfriend who did still look a bit pale. She knew he was being dramatic, but she'd still baby him anyway.
๐๐๐ฐ๐ฝ๐๐ป๐ฐ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ
Paloma - Dove
Eres tan suave, cariรฑo - You're so soft, baby.
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*EDITED* PART 1 - Bad Boys: Second Chances
Pairing: Armando x Black! OC (Rya)
Warnings: blood, graphic, guns, death, mature, language (use of the n word), and some other stuff I probably forgot about sorry
Summary: Its been two years since Captain Conrad was framed. Another mission brings the team back together and new relationships are formed. It's said everyone deserves second chances and room to grow. So maybe this is that second chance.
โฆ3 DAYS EARLIERโฆ
"Pl-please-pleaseโฆi-i-i promise I'll fix it! I'll fix it ju-just please."
The helpless man begged on his knees in the center of the church foyer. The dim light shone through the broken painted glass, grazing the man's bruised and beaten face. Begging for mercy to the devil himself.
"Just give me a day I'll fix it I promiseโฆplease."
A loud bang echoed through the foyer, causing the people watching to flinch. Said devil looked down on the unfortunate man, shaking his head.
"A DAY-I fucking-" another loud bang could be heard followed by the sounds of glass shattering as they hit the floor.
"Look at me-" grabbing the helpless man by his neck. "I gave you a fucking month to do this one simple job and you fuck it up," watching the drool spill from the man's mouth and land on his suit jacket. Taking a deep sigh, quickly dropping the man to his knees, listening to him struggle to catch his breath. Slowly walking back to the podium where a selection of items laid.
The faint sound of metal being picked up caused the helpless man to panic.
"N-no-no-no PLEASE PLEASE LORD HAVE MERCY ON ME PLE-" the helpless man's body dropped to the floor. His blood splattered everywhere, forming a thick puddle beneath him.
"Clean it up," watching as no one moved to the request. Irritation filled the man's veins.
"CLEAN THE FUCKING MESS UP," running a hand through his long hair in frustration.
"And not just the bodyโฆfix what the fuck he couldn'tโฆNOW."
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โฆMIAMIโฆPRESENT DAY, 2026โฆ
"Happy birthday to you."
The soft giggles of a baby could be heard in the singing crowd. The Stevie Wonder version of the birthday song played lightly in the background. Megan, Marcus's daughter, walked into the dim dining room where the crowd was with a gleaming smile on her face. Gently, sitting the birthday cake with the big number 1 on it in front of the small family sitting at the table. Mike holding the chubby baby girl in his lap and Christine, Mike's wife, next to them recording.
"Baby girl, don't get your baby drool all on the cake. Uncle Marcus wants to enjoy a slice or two, okay."
"Marcus, you're not getting no cake. Back up," Mike looked up at his best friend cooing at the little baby staring down at the cake, causing the man to stop smiling.
"Mike, it's a special occasion. I can't just not eat the cake. That's rude, ain't that right, baby girl?"
Both men watched as the little girl squeezed her little hands and jumped towards the cake. Big little eyes targeting the pink frosting.
"Woah, calm down girl," Mike stood up, wiping the frosting on her chubby cheeks. "Acting like your uncle when he sees Skittles."
Almost two years had passed since the two were on a mission to clear Conrad's name. Not long after its success, things went back to normal. Christine fell pregnant and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Amara Marie Lowrey. Mike was ecstatic to become a father. Feeling blessed to have been given the opportunity to raise his child. Something he had missed with his first son, Armando, whom he had not heard from or had contact with since his farewell when he got on the boat.
"You wish he was here, huh?"
So deep in his thoughts, he didn't notice everyone had left and Christine took their daughter out of his arms. It was only him and Marcus in the dining room. "What?"
"You do that every time you think about him. You know he can take care of himselfโฆhell, he has better survival skills than us, making fires and shit," patting the taller man's shoulder.
Shaking his head, he sat back down in his chair. "I know, but it's been 2 years and nothing. As fucked up as it sounds, at least I knew where he was when he was in jail."
Sighing, Mike looked out the window and watched as everyone was outside laughing. His wife holding his precious daughter with the biggest smiles on their faces. Love was seen all over. He couldn't help but wish to experience that with his son or at least have his son experience what it's like to be around the people you love to celebrate you.
The sudden sound of a cell phone going off disturbed the silence between the two partners. Quickly looking at the phone and seeing that it was Rita, their Captain, calling. Knowing it must be urgent because she knows today is his daughter's birthday and strictly a family day, he answered the phone.
Marcus watched as his partner's face scrunched up in confusion. "Woah, slow down, what happenedโฆyeahโฆyeahโฆokay, we'll be there, bye."
"We gotta go," grabbing his keys and heading to the back to inform the family of their dismissal. Marcus followed behind, "Yeah, I got that before you hung up. What happened?"
"I don't know. Rita just said she needs us in the office now. Something about a murder," walking back towards the front to head to the car.
"But Mike, hold on, let me get my slice of cake," Marcus says turning towards the kitchen.
"Nigg-" stopping in his tracks to look back at the man.
"Come onnn. it'll be gone before we get back!" Marcus pleads with his eyes wide.
Mike rolls his eyes and grabs the man. "Man, carry yo grown ass to this carโฆtoo damn grown to be acting like a little-ass kid over some cake."
"Aye, now I'm a grown-ass man, Mike. Don't talk like I'm not one. I just wanted a piece of cake, okay? That a crime?"
"Marcus, let's go."
Whining before getting into the car. "Fine, damn."
a/n: Sorry y'all, I suck at descriptions. But yayyy, I decided to write a Bad Boys fic for the first time. Just please excuse the poor writing, I did not edit AT ALL, and it's been a minute since I wrote anything (literally back when Wattpad had no ads๐ญ). So, we're just a lot rusty. I hope y'all enjoy because I have no direction in which this is going; we just gon go wherever the wind takes us. Feel free to comment! I love feedback, and active readers make the experience fun! And to my silent readers, hey pookies๐ซถ๐ผ.
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Armando Aretas - A quiet night
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Pairing: Armando Aretas x female reader
Genere: fluff
Warnings: none, exept english isn't my first language and possible spelling mistakes (not proof read)
Word count: 325 words
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Another day slowly reached it's end, the sun dissappearing behind the mountains and making room for the moon and the stars to shine at their best.
Only a few lights were left on in the home of the well known detective Mike Lowrey. Tho, the house was much more alive since he let his son Armando Aretas stay after the event at the alligator park.
But tonight would be different. Mike and his wife Christine went out for dinner, leaving Armando home alone. He liked the peace and the quiet, since in jail day and night the prisoners would go crazy in the cages.
Currently, he was laying on the couch, switching through different tv chanels to find a somewhat acceptable movie. Bored out and defeated from his challange to watch tv, he texted you.
You met Armando at a bar not too far from here, right after a successfull mission that AMMO wanted to selebrate and Mike and his partner Marcus Burnett dragged him to. After he snug away from the group quietly, he got your number and since then you were texting every day.
After you agreed to come over, he insisted on picking you up. And here you were now, laying on the couch, half asleep on his chest and the put on movie long forgotten. Armando had his arms around you, pulling you close while you both rested into the deep night with the movie and the soft crackling of the fire place lulling you both into an even deeper sleep.
He knew that it wouldn't take long for Mike and Christine to step a foot into their home and catch him being vulnerable. Maybe deep down he wanted his father to know about your relationship and maybe he was too tired to care anymore. This will be tomorrows problem.
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Hey, so this is my very first writing after YEARS and that was in my wattpad phase hella long ago๐ฅฒ so i happily take requests and critisism!!
~Lars
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Hey boo! I'm not sure if you're taking requests, but if you are, would you be willing to check this out?
I was thinking about a fresh out of prison Armando Aretas. He's been a little rough with you during sex, ever since he was released. Hurting you is definitely not his intention but he can't help but lose control after all this time away from you. It doesn't bother you at all but he still feels bad about his actions and wants to make it up to you. (Soft smut)
xblackfemalereader or femalereader would suffice.
This is for the freaks! Okay, I'm out.๐๐
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๐๐๐ซ๐๐จฬ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐..
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แฏพ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐
แฏพ synopsis: Armando couldnโt wait to return back to you after being freshly broken out of prison, wanting to come back home and to cherish you again was all that he wished for. However, he certainly didnโt wish to hurt you either.
แฏพ theme: angst with a happy ending, smut.
แฏพ format: story.
แฏพ warnings: sex, mentions of escaping prison, armando is a rough during sex, mature language, reader gets hurt during sex, use of a safe word.
แฏพ authors note: i hope you enjoyed!! This is my longest story yet, sorry it took so long, i added so many different elements.
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๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, this was a normality within the institution as the men went crazy being locked in their cell for 23 hours a day. Their brains slowly turning insane at the routine of staring at white walls while the day goes by. Men turned into animals here, feeling as if theyโre in a cage, they had nothing else to cast out their anger on.
Animalistic screams were scattered around the block of cells as the prison warden took no notice, sitting down on his chair with his hat covering his eyes as his head was down. Clearly taking no notice of the cameras. Casually walking over to the welded steel door, Armando looked through the tiny screen on his door, looking around as far as the tiny little screen within the door let him. He was used to the chaos, however, that didnโt mean it got any less annoying.
Yet, today was the day.
Plopping his magazine on his bed, he walked around to his shower room. Armando crouched down slightly. Pushing his fingers through the small steel gaps of the tiny vent in his cell, he opened it, taking out a match. โaquรญ tienesโฆโ
His prison flip flops created a smack on the concrete floor as they connected. Whistling, he looked up at the camera while messing about with it in his hand. Wasting no time, A whoosh of light appeared before him as the flame quickly ignited and started moving slowly down the little stick. โHasta el fuego.โ Throwing the match onto his bed, he ran into the shower and disappeared down the hole.
Below the hole was a motorcycle waiting for him , with some cartel members side by side. Jumping on the blacked out bike, armando revved his aggressively before driving off. โVamos! ยกNo tenemos tiempo!โ The other men nodded before quickly following their boss.
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๐๐๐๐. Armandoโs orange jumpsuit clung to him as the fibres shrunk due to the contact of the rain above, now displaying his buff physique. Alarms were heard blaring in the distance, presumably because of the chaos he left behind.
Regardless, he kept his pace, running to a remote location within the field. His cartel organised a chopper for him there, to safely secure him back at the mansion. Branches snapped as he jumped over them or threw them out the way, Armando stayed alert.
Left. Right. Up. Behind.
Every area had to be surveilled. No witnesses. No police.
Finally reaching the location, a chopper was there awaiting him. A member stepped out to greet him, yet, there was no time for that. โยกSรบbete al puto aviรณn!โ The male shouted, ordering his men as he signalled the pilot to engage. Some cartel members were still far behind. โTsk.โ
Bolts of light flashed among the mexican faces as bullets made of hardened steel penetrated the bodies of the workers still running to the helicopter, knocking them down one by one, the male angled his arms with ease. Looking through the scope, he released each bullet one by one, none of them being able to escape this fate. BANG! BANG! BANG!
โIf they canโt keep up, leave them in the dirt.โ
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๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฬ๐๐๐๐. Twirling his ring around, all he could think about was his wife. You was the light of his world. Staying with him through thick and thin, you even gave up your dream of a beautiful wedding by marrying him in prison.
He was coming back home now though, ready to give you the world baby.
Satisfied with the life Armando already gave you, each day you thanked the heavens that he was still alive. It was painful, seeing him locked up. Yet, it wouldโve been worse placing down his casket six feet under. ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
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๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, travelled through your system as amygdala integrated your emotions with the other areas of your brain. He was coming back.
โMaโam heโs here.โ
โJefe, estamos aquรญ.โ
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๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. Cartel members swiftly moved to the door, opening it, revealing the muscular leader. Splashes of dirt imprinted the orange jumpsuit due to the dampness of the forest. It had slight rips in it, clear signs of getting caught onto nature.
Armando slowly made his way out of the chopper, slowly analysing all his workers as they waited for his approval. โEs bueno estar de vuelta.โ Bottles were popped as loud cheers were heard from the whole crowd, who walked over to greet him. He gave handshakes and side hugs to his most loyal โfriends.โ
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. โFinally youโre home!โ Running up to him, you jump in his arms as they wrap around you, leaning in for a kiss. โive te perdiรณ..โ Armando whispers, feeling your scent flow over his senses, bringing him a sense of comfort. Looking up at you with love in his eyes, he licks his lips, โMaldita sea, no puedo esperar para quitarles la ropa.โ
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๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐. His heavy arm laid on your thighs, sleeping at an angle due to his constant movement while sleeping. Clearly he was not used to being in a comfortable bed, transitioning from prison conditions to luxurious conditions being a massive jump.
Yet, you felt strange. Your body felt sore due to the sudden use of muscles contracting while keeping up with Armandoโs rough pace. Maybe it was the prison system that made him more aggressive, maybe it was the excitement. Who knows?
Nevertheless, you brushed it off. Not wanting to overthink all the possibilities of the sudden change in his sexual stance the night before. This was a moment to enjoy life, not dwell on it.
Removing the pink, silk bonnet that rested on top of your head, protecting every curl from breakage, they spilled out. Resting beautifully on your shoulders. It was frizzy at the roots due to the intensity of last night, the sweat causing the curls to become puffy, but thatโs not nothing a little mousse canโt fix. Messing about with your curls as you was lost in thought, you felt a gentle press to your shoulder.
โestรก bien?โ
You nodded, not really feeling the need to tell Armando about your thoughts from the night before, not wanting to concern him on his first morning being free from the cage he used to be contained in. โNever been better.โ Planting a kiss on your lips, he smiled at your reply, not thinking anything of it as he was essentially on cloud nine. โVen a acostarte con-โ
A loud buzz reverberated off of the oak bedside table, a loud groan was made by the male as he slowly rolled over to pick it up. Swiping the green button, he answered. โยฟPor quรฉ coรฑo me llamas tan temprano en la maรฑana?โ You chuckled at his blunt answer, typical Armando.
A sigh escaped your husbandโs lips, clearly annoyed at the shit he had to deal with so early in the morning. Placing the phone down he looked over at you, โtengo que irme..โ, annoyance was plastered all over his face.
โThatโs fine, iโll be waiting here for you anyways babe.โ You said gently, kissing his cheek and then his lips. Wrapping his arms around you, he leans for another kiss. and another. and another. โYou need to go..โ
โยฟRealmente tengo que???โ
Chuckling you lightly hit his arm, โGo and get up.โ
โYa no me amas?โ
A pillow was then flung towards his head.
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๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. Armando had blood splatters on his white-collared shirt. The first two buttons were undone as he coordinated the outfit with black pants, he was looking sexy but that wasnโt the point. โWhat happened?โ Asking in a panic as you walk up to him to check if heโs okay. โEstoy bien, no te preocupes.โ
He walked into the bathroom, taking off his shirt and pants as he threw them into the wash basket. Walking back out, half naked. You couldnโt take your eyes off him, the scars tattooed all over his body due to the violent nature of the cartel being a sad story to tell, but sexy to look at.
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โSรบbete a la cama, princesa.โ
Wasting no time, you did as you were told, stripping off your clothes. Slowly crawling onto the bed you laid down, spreading your legs as he got in between you. Tracing his finger up and down your clit, your wetness coating his finger. โStop-โ Not even having time to finish your sentence, he pushed a finger in, making you gasp.
Pumping it in and out, you writhed under him at the pleasure heโs inflicting upon you. โOh fuck!โ
He slowly lowered himself down by your clit, still pumping in that finger. You felt his hot breath on your lower area, sending down electrical impulses throughout your nervous system, diffusing through your synapses. A wet object then placed itself upon your clit, circling it.
Armando licked stripes up and down,
making you moan in pleasure, tugging on his hair as you urge him to do more. โI canโt..โ
โPuede.โ Lifting himself up from that area, he pulls his finger out from you, putting it in his mouth and tasting you. Repositioning himself, he lines up his cock with your pussy before pushing himself in, stretching you out. A sharp flash of pain struck you before quickly dying back down. Armando didnโt seem to notice and slowly started thrusting for about 5 seconds before increasing his speed.
It was somewhat animalistic as he roughly thrusted into you, clearly taking his anger out on your body. It was satisfying at first, but then, his pace got faster. His grip becoming harder. โArmando!โ You shouted, but he was still caught up in the overwhelming feeling of being inside of you.
โCherry! Cherry!โ
Thatโs when he noticed and stopped., quickly pulling out of you โยฟTe lastimaste?โ
โEstoy bien, todavรญa estoy adolorido de la otra noche.โ
You noticed the pained expression that plastered his face. โLo siento, lo siento-โ
Holding his face in his hands, you look at him with a passion in your eyes. โI know you never meant to hurt me. Stop blaming yourself so much.โ
Armando looked at you and nodded, before lifting you up and carrying you to the bathroom.
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โDonโt worry, i already have.โ
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[๐ท๏ธ] ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐:
โaquรญ tienesโฆโ : there it is..
โVamos! ยกNo tenemos tiempo!โ : Letโs go! We donโt have time!
โยกSรบbete al puto aviรณn!โ: Get on the fucking plane!
Los campaรฑeros: Their companions.
โJefe, estamos aquรญ.โ: Boss, we are here.
โEs bueno estar de vuelta.โ: Itโs good to be back.
โTe extraรฑรฉโ I missed you.
โNo puedo esperar para quitarme esta ropaโ: I canโt wait to take these clothes off.
โestรก bien?โ : You okay ?
โVen a acostarte con-โ : Come sleep with-
โยฟPor quรฉ coรฑo me llamas tan temprano en la maรฑana?โ: Why the fuck are you calling me so early in the morning?
โtengo que irme..โ,: I have to go
โยฟRealmente tengo que???โ : Do i really have to ???
โYa no me amas?โ You donโt love me?
โEstoy bien, no te preocupes.โ : I am fine, donโt worry.
โAcuรฉstate en la cama, princesa.โ : Lie on the bed princess.
โPuede.โ : You can.
โยฟTe lastimaste?โ : Are you hurt?
โEstoy bien, todavรญa estoy adolorido de la otra noche.โ : Iโm fine, iโm still sore from the other night.
โLo siento.โ : Iโm sorry.
โPerdoname quierda.โ: Forgive me, love.
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