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Pairing: Armando Aretas x Black Reader
Genre: Jealousy/Fluff??
Warning: use of the n word and slight smut
Note: this is my first time ever writing anything so it might not be good. I been wanting more Armando fics but people barely be uploading anymore so I had to step in lol. (Also I added Megan in it…am I the only one that seen Jacob and Megan together cause nobody is talking about it)😭
Summary: A night at the club with your coworker, whom you secretly had a crush on, altered the dynamic between you two. What was meant to be a one-time thing spiraled into a whirlwind of feelings you struggled to navigate. Everything shifts when a new girl joins the team, and Armando seems to take an interest in her.
Tired was an understatement. After countless hours debriefing and working on the latest case, all you wanted was to collapse into bed, pour yourself a glass of wine, and binge-watch Love Island. But it was your coworker and best friend Kelly’s birthday, and she was adamant about hitting the club. "Why don’t you invite Armando?" Kelly suggested, her excitement barely contained. You looked at her like she was stupid. “Armando? Really? He doesn’t seem like the type to hang out with coworkers, especially not at a club.” Kelly persisted, oblivious to your hesitation. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Kelly, I don’t even know if he likes going out, let alone to a club. And besides, he barely acknowledges me at work.”
“He doesn’t have to hang out with us,” Kelly pointed out. “Rita, Dorn, Marcus, and Mike will be there too.”
You considered her words, the idea starting to seem less far-fetched. Still, you were uncertain. “I suppose. But what if he doesn’t even show up? And what if things are awkward?”
Kelly gave you an encouraging smile. “Come on, just give it a try. It's my birthday, and I want all my friends there, including the mysterious Armando. You never know, maybe this will be the night everything changes." Reluctantly, you agreed, sending a quick text to Armando, half expecting no response. But to your surprise, he replied almost immediately, agreeing to join.
After work, you went over to Kelly’s house so that you two could get ready. You were wearing an oversized sweater and sweatpants and had no idea what to wear. Kelly said, "Girl, your body is literally banging. Let’s show it off tonight!” She pulled out a dress that looked too small for you to fit. It was a black, snug dress that hugged every curve. You hated wearing anything tight, but because it was your best friend's birthday, you wore it anyway. You did your hair, deciding to let your curls out instead of the usual slick-back bun, and fixed up your edges. Kelly looked you over and grinned. "You look stunning. Tonight’s gonna be unforgettable."
You two were on your way to the club. When you arrived, the place was packed, and the sound of Sexxy Red’s "Fuck My Baby Daddy" playing got you excited for what the night had in store. You walked until you found the rest of your coworkers: Dorn, Mike, Marcus, and Rita. Mike, flirting as usual, said, "You need to dress like this more often. If I were around your age, I'd be all over you."
You laughed it off, but you didn’t see Armando and assumed he hadn’t come. You sat down with Marcus and Rita, taking your time to warm up to the large crowd. As you did some people-watching, you finally spotted Armando leaning against the bar, and your heart skipped a beat. He wore a fitted black shirt and dark jeans, a gold chain glinting under the neon lights. His hair was freshly styled, and he exuded a confidence that seemed so different from his usual office demeanor. He walked up to the group, greeting everyone. His uncle Marcus said, "Damn, that Lowery DNA is a bitch," seeing the resemblance between him and Mike. Armando looked at you and smiled.
"You look amazing tonight," he said, his eyes lingering on you with an intensity that made your breath catch. This was the most he had spoken to you since you started working together. Your cheeks flushed under his gaze, feeling the magnetic pull between you.
"Thanks," you replied, your voice barely audible over the music. "You look pretty different outside the office too." His smile widened, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Glad you noticed."
"Want a drink?" he asked. You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. As the night went on, one drink turned into several, and your best friend Kelly soon interrupted your conversation with the others. Her song "TGIF" by Glorilla came on, and she pulled you to the dance floor. Normally, you wouldn’t dance so openly but after seven drinks you had no care in the world and now here you were in the middle of the club with your best friend Kelly twerking together.
Unbeknownst to you, Armando made his way towards you. The distance that usually separated you at work seemed to dissolve. Here you were, throwing it back on Armando, who was catching every movement. The heat between you was undeniable, a magnetic pull that drew you closer with each passing moment. His hands rested on your hips, guiding your movements as you swayed to the rhythm of the music. The crowded dance floor seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own world.
As the night wore on, the tension between you two intensified. The proximity, the stolen glances, the subtle touches – it all built up to a crescendo. When Armando’s lips finally met yours, it was like a spark igniting a wildfire. The kiss was urgent, filled with pent-up desire and longing. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, and your eyes hungrily traced the outline of his form. His bulging veins, the prominent bulge in his jeans – every detail fueled your growing desire. The kiss deepened, and the world around you seemed to vanish, leaving just the two of you in a whirlwind of passion and longing.
"Let's get out of here," he murmured against your lips, his breath hot on your skin. You nodded, your mind a haze of desire. He grasped your hand and guided you through the swarm of people and out into the cool night air. By the time you reached his car, you were already tangled in each other, the tight space only heightening the intensity of your longing. When you finally arrived at his place, the anticipation was almost too much to bear. The moment the door closed behind you, he pushed you gently against it, his mouth capturing yours in a fierce, heated kiss. His hands roamed over you exploring and memorizing every curve of your body.
You couldn't resist any longer you pushed Armando back against the arm of the couch as you climbed into his lap. He responded eagerly, his hands roaming up your thighs to grasp your ass, pressing you firmly against his growing erection. His grunts mingled with your soft moans as you grind against each other, but it wasn't long before his impatience got the better of him.
With a swift motion, Armando lifted you and carried you to lay you down on the bed, his gaze dark with desire as he took in the sight of you. He moved to climb on top of you, but you were quicker, grabbing his arm and pulling him down so that he was flat on his back, with you straddling his waist. His hard cock pressed enticingly against your clothed cunt, just waiting to be released. His hands gripped your hips tightly as you rocked against him, the friction sending shivers of pleasure through both of you. You could feel his hardness through the thin fabric, driving your desire even higher.
“Me estás volviendo loca" he growled, his thick Spanish accent laced with lust as his eyes locked onto yours.
"Good," you replied with a mischievous smile.
Your fingers worked quickly to undo his jeans, freeing his cock. His breath hitched as you positioned yourself, sliding your panties aside and sinking down onto him in one smooth motion. The sensation of him filling you was electrifying, both of you groaning in unison. Your hands braced against his chest as you began to move, riding him with a rhythm that drove you both wild. The sounds of his rough groans and the intense heat between you heightened the moment, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. Not wanting you to reach climax just yet, he flipped you over onto your stomach and pounded into you roughly. His hands gripped your hips firmly, and he leaned over to kiss along your jaw, his lips brushing your skin with each passionate thrust. The sound of his thick Spanish accent giving you praises, mixed with his low moans, pushed you over the edge. With one last powerful thrust, you both came together, the intensity of the moment leaving you breathless and entwined. When you finally sank into each other's arms, exhausted and satisfied, you knew your relationship would never be the same again.
The next morning, you woke up before Armando, the weight of what had happened hitting you like a truck. The whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you was overwhelming, and you left without speaking to him. Armando had always been a distant crush, someone you admired from afar. But now, the lines had blurred, and you found yourself tangled in feelings you didn’t know how to acknowledge. As you gathered your clothes, you glanced back at Armando, a pang of longing striking your heart. All you wanted was to stay wrapped in his arms, but the weight of last night’s events pushed you to flee. Checking your phone, you saw a bunch of missed calls and texts from Kelly, wondering where you had gone. With a deep breath, you dialed her number, ready to face the aftermath.
“Girl, where did you disappear last night?” Kelly's voice was laced with curiosity and concern.
You hesitated for a moment, then blurted out, “I left with Armando. We… ended up at his place.”
Kelly’s gasp was audible even through the phone. “No way! What happened? Spill!”
“Girl, I don’t even know where to begin,” you admitted. “All I remember is us dancing together and then going back to his place... We slept together.” The weight of your confession hit you hard. “I don’t know what to do now...”
“Wow,” Kelly said, stunned. “Are you okay?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure,” you admitted. “I just need some time to figure things out.”
Weeks passed, and finding a new normal became a struggle. The memory of that night lingered in your mind, a constant reminder of what had happened whenever you saw him. At work, things seemed to fall back into their usual rhythm, but the atmosphere was charged with an underlying tension. Armando barely acknowledged you, and when he did, his responses were curt and one-worded. Whether it was during meetings or on missions, he made a deliberate effort to keep his distance, intensifying the emotional strain of your interactions. You found yourself constantly thinking about him, the memory of his touch and the way he made you feel. It was impossible to focus, and the unresolved emotions gnawed at you, making it difficult to move on. Every interaction with Armando, no matter how brief, was charged with unspoken words and lingering glances.
One day, as you passed each other in the hallway, his gaze met yours for a moment longer than usual. There was something in his eyes, a mixture of regret and longing that mirrored your own feelings. But before you could say anything, he looked away and continued on his way, leaving you standing there, your heart pounding in your chest. The tension between you two was palpable, and you knew that sooner or later, you would have to confront it. But for now, you were caught in a limbo of uncertainty, waiting for the right moment to address the complicated emotions that had taken root in your heart.
The next day, Mike and Rita called a meeting to let us know a new person would be joining the tech team. Her name was Lana. When she entered, it was like a burst of sunshine filled the room. She had a vibrant, bubbly personality that instantly drew everyone in. It didn’t take long for everyone, including Armando, to take a liking to her. You watched from a distance as he laughed with her, their conversations flowing effortlessly. He never did that with you, but could you blame him? You never took the chance to talk to him, still holding a grudge against him for what he did to Captain Howard. Jealousy gnawed at your insides, a constant reminder of the unresolved feelings from that night with him.
One afternoon, you walked into the break room to find Armando and Lana in deep conversation so engrossed together that they didn’t even notice you walk in. You felt a pang in your chest, the reality of the situation hitting you hard.
"Hey," you said, trying to sound casual. They both looked up, and Armando's smile faltered for a moment before he greeted you.
"Hey, how's it going?" he asked.
You forced a smile. "Good, just grabbing a coffee." As you turned to leave, you heard Lana ask Armando something, her voice light and teasing. You couldn't make out the words, but the laughter that followed felt like a punch to the gut. Tears clouded your vision, and you quickly left the room before anyone could see you cry. You ran to the bathroom and, with trembling hands, texted Kelly.
"Kelly, can you come to the bathroom? I need you," you typed, your fingers barely able to hit the right keys through your tears. Moments later, your phone buzzed with Kelly's response. "I'm on my way. What happened?" You tried to steady your breathing as you waited. When Kelly finally arrived, she found you sitting on the floor, your face buried in your hands.
"Hey, I'm here. What's going on?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.
You looked up at her, tears streaming down your face. "It's Armando. I walked in on him and Lana. They were so close, laughing, talking... I don't know what to do."
Kelly sat down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "I'm so sorry. Armando is an idiot if he doesn't see how amazing you are. But you need to decide what you want. Do you want to talk to him and try to work things out, or is it time to move on?"
You sniffled, trying to gather your thoughts. "I don't know, Kelly. I still have feelings for him, but seeing him with Lana hurt so much. I'm scared of getting hurt again." Kelly hugged you tighter. "Whatever you decide, I'm here for you. Just remember to take care of yourself first. You deserve to be happy." You nodded, feeling a bit of comfort in her words. "Thanks, Kelly. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Anytime," she said, giving you a reassuring smile. "Now, let's get out of here and go get some drinks,” Kelly said, helping you to your feet. With some convincing from her, you agreed to head back to the same club. Though hesitant, not wanting any feelings about that night to resurface, Kelly's persistence won you over. Unknowingly to you, Armando was there too. You sat at the bar, waiting to get drinks for you and Kelly, lost in your thoughts, when a familiar voice interrupted them.
"Mind if I join you?" Armando asked, his expression unreadable. You stiffened, but gestured to the empty seat next to you. "Sure." For a moment, neither of you spoke, the thumping bass of Megan Thee Stallion’s “Thot Shit” filling the silence. Finally, Armando took a deep breath and broke the tension.
"I've been meaning to talk to you about that night," he said, his voice barely audible over the noise. "I didn't want things to be awkward between us."
You looked at him, your heart pounding. "It's not just about that night, Armando. It's about everything since then. I know I left without saying anything to you, and I regret doing it, but it feels like you’ve been toying with me. Keeping your distance, giving me one-word responses... and Lana," you said slowly, locking eyes with him.
Armando's expression softened, and he leaned closer. "I never meant to toy with you. Lana and I are just friends. I didn't realize how it looked from your perspective."
"You didn't realize?"... “Nigga really?” you echoed, frustration bubbling up. "How could you not see it? Every time I see you two together, it's like a knife in my heart."
"I know, and I'm sorry," he said earnestly. "I was trying to keep things professional and not make things awkward, but I see now that I ended up doing the opposite." His phone buzzed again, and you saw Lana's name flash on the screen. The sight of it was too much to bear. "See, this the shit I'm talking about just go be with her, Armando."
You got up to go back to Kelly when he reached out to grab your hand gently. "No, listen to me. Lana isn't who I want. You are." Your heart skipped a beat, but doubt still lingered. "Then why didn't you say anything before? Why let me suffer in silence?"
"I was scared," he admitted, his voice raw. "Scared of making things worse, scared of losing you. But I can't keep pretending. I have feelings for you, real feelings, and I want to be with you." The sincerity in his eyes made your resolve waver as this is the most emotional you ever seen Armando. “If that's true, then we need to start being honest with each other. “No more games and hiding how we really feel about each other."
He nodded, a look of relief washing over his face. "Agreed. No more hiding.”
You took a deep breath, feeling the tension start to lift. "Okay. But you have to prove it, Armando. Show me that you're serious."
“Mami, te puedo mostrar cómo puedo demostrarlo.” he replied, a smirk playing on his lips. You couldn’t help but laugh at his comment. As the noise of the club swirled around you, a glimmer of hope began to stir within you. Maybe, just maybe, things could be different this time.
Translations
“ Mami, te puedo mostrar cómo puedo demostrarlo.” - Mami I can show you how I can prove it
“Me estás volviendo loca - You’re driving me crazy
♡ SUMMARY - Armando takes you to the zoo for a day out, hoping to lift your spirits
♡ FEAT - Armando Aretas x POC Female Reader
♡ GENRE - Fluff
The sun shone brightly overhead as you and Armando walked hand-in-hand through the zoo. The fresh air and sounds of animals were a welcome change from the usual routine, and you couldn't help but smile as you watched children run around, their laughter filling the air. Armando had insisted on taking you out today, hoping to lift your spirits. At six months pregnant, the stress of work and the anxiety of pregnancy seemed to fade with the rhythm of Armando's footsteps beside you. As you passed by vibrant exhibits and colorful displays, you noticed the way Armando’s eyes softened with every glance you stole towards him. His usual stoic demeanor was replaced with a relaxed and gentle presence, something you cherished more with each passing day.
You remembered the first day Armando joined the AMMO team like it was yesterday. The memory of that initial encounter was still vivid in your mind. As he walked into the briefing room, you couldn’t help but react defensively.
“What the hell is he doing here?” you demanded, your gun instinctively pointing in his direction as he entered. The room fell silent, eyes shifting between you and Armando.
Mike, Armando’s father, stepped in to diffuse the situation. “Calm down,” he said, his voice steady. “He’s joining the team for a case. It’s part of a deal to reduce some of his prison time.”
With your gun still drawn, you looked at Mike and then at Armando, who was now looking back at you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. The tension in the room was palpable, and the others quickly moved to calm you down.
“I’m fine,” you muttered letting you coworkers know though your voice was laced with irritation. Armando, sensing the tense atmosphere, decided to add his own comment.
“Yes, you are,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. The room fell into stunned silence, everyone turning to look at him with disbelief. Your irritation flared briefly, but something in his gaze made you pause. It was a mixture of challenge and amusement, and it made you rethink your initial reaction.
Mike stepped in, guiding Armando to the other side of the room for a private conversation. As he walked away, Armando glanced over his shoulder, his eyes meeting yours for just a moment. There was a glimmer of something in his gaze—curiosity, perhaps, or an unspoken connection. You could almost feel the intensity of his look, despite your irritation you couldn't help but notice how he carried himself with confidence. His gaze, full of unspoken challenge and curiosity, hinted at a connection that neither of you fully understood at that moment but would come to define much of what lay ahead.
From that day on, Armando developed a crush on you. There was just something about a sexy woman drawing a gun and threatening him that sparked an unexpected attraction. Despite the tension of that first meeting, he found himself drawn to you in ways he hadn’t anticipated. Fast forward two years later and here you were, pregnant with his child. The journey from that first meeting to now had been anything but ordinary, but seeing Armando's protective and loving side revealed through the ups and downs of your relationship made every moment worthwhile.
Armando, with his full beard and strong presence, looked more relaxed than you’d seen him in a while. He wore a casual shirt with a knit sweater, blending in effortlessly, yet still standing out with his rugged handsomeness. His protective hand rested gently on your back, guiding you through the crowds.
As you approached the giraffe enclosure, Armando spotted a perfect photo opportunity. “Mi, amor,” he said, his voice filled with excitement. “Let’s take a picture with the giraffe. It'll be a great memory for our daughter.” You nodded, and he handed his phone to a nearby zookeeper, who was more than happy to help. Armando stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your growing belly, and the giraffe leaned down as if to join in the moment. The camera clicked, capturing the pure joy on your faces.
Then you grabbed the camera to take one of him. He was looking up at the giraffe as it leaned over him. The sunlight caught his full beard, making it glint against his tanned skin. His eyes, filled with awe and a hint of childlike wonder, followed the giraffe’s movements.
“Armando, look at the camera!” you called out.
He turned his head, his lips curling into a smile that reached his eyes. For a moment, the tough exterior melted away, revealing the gentle, loving man he had become. The giraffe’s head was perfectly positioned above his, making it look as though it was curiously peering at the camera as well. You snapped the picture, capturing another beautiful memory.
After the photo, Armando turned to you, his eyes serious but soft. “I want to do better for our daughter,” he said quietly, his thick Spanish accent adding warmth to his words. “Give her the father I always wanted. Maybe this will bring me closer to my dad, give us a chance to start over.” Moments like these, when Armando let his guard down and showed his true feelings, made you love him even more. His rare vulnerability demonstrated how much he cared, not only for you, but also for the future you were creating together.
You placed your hand on his cheek, feeling the roughness of his beard under your fingers. “You’re already an amazing father, Armando. Our little girl is so lucky to have you.”
He smiled, a rare, genuine smile that melted your heart. “Te amo,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Stopping by the elephant enclosure, you watched as a baby elephant playfully nudged its mother. Armando’s eyes softened, and he pulled you closer. "I promise to always be there for our daughter," he said softly. Tears welled up in your eyes, touched by his words. "She’s going to have the best dad in the world," you whispered. Armando smiled, kissing your temple.
As you walked on, you couldn’t help but notice the way other people looked at him—some with fear, others with curiosity as to why someone would ever be with Armando… the stone cold killer. They didn’t see the man you knew, the one who had been so tender and loving throughout your pregnancy. He was there for every appointment, making sure you didn’t lift a finger, even if it was just to eat, and spent hours painting and decorating your daughter’s room carefully selecting each detail. Watching him with such dedication and love filled you with a warmth that made you forget all the criticisms from your coworkers, friends, and family. It pained you to see how people treated him, not even taking the time to get to know him. "Why do they judge him without knowing him?" you murmured, leaning closer to Armando as you both watched the animals.
He sighed, his grip on your waist tightening protectively. "People see what they want to see. They judge me based on my past, not on who I am now."
You looked up at him, your heart aching for the man you loved. "It's not fair. They don’t see Armando who wakes up in the middle of the night to make sure I'm comfortable, who talks to our baby every day, and plans for our future." He smiled down at you, his eyes filled with warmth. "As long as you see me for who I am, that’s all that matters."
You reached up to caress his face, your fingers tracing the line of his beard. "I love you, Armando. And I know you’re going to be the best father." His expression softened even more, and he leaned down to kiss you gently. "Te amo, mi amor. And I will do everything I can to protect and cherish our family."
As you continued your walk through the zoo, you felt a renewed sense of hope and determination. Armando had faced so much judgment and misunderstanding, but you knew that together, you could overcome anything. Your love for each other and your daughter was a beacon of strength that would guide you through any storm.
When you finally left the zoo, you had a collection of photos and memories that would forever remind you of this special day. More importantly, you had each other, and that was all you needed to face the world.
As you got into the car, Armando took your hand, his thumb gently stroking your skin. "Thank you for today," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "For believing in me, for standing by my side."
You smiled, squeezing his hand. "Hasta el fuego," you replied, using the phrase that had become a symbol of your bond. Armando's eyes softened, and he chuckled as he repeated the words, "Hasta el fuego." It was more than just a phrase, it was a promise, a commitment to face whatever came your way together. With a gentle kiss on your hand, he started the car, and you drove off, feeling more connected than ever. No matter what challenges lay ahead, you knew you had each other, and that was enough.
think I found his tiktok account I’ve never seen this video before?🫡
deep, long-suffering sigh
hey do you guys think that grian has gone a bit too f-aha-r with fishing this season? i mean it's become a problem by now, it's pretty bad, boys. it seems like he's really raised the b-aha-r with commitment to a bit, which i gotta admit is pretty rad boys
deep, long-suffering sigh
hey do you guys think that grian has gone a bit too f-aha-r with fishing this season? i mean it's become a problem by now, it's pretty bad, boys. it seems like he's really raised the b-aha-r with commitment to a bit, which i gotta admit is pretty rad boys
BAD BOYS
Bad boys fanart because why not
⌯' ▾ '⌯ i made like 3 or 4 different versions of this before i made this and was happy
LIMITED LIFE WAS A YEAR AGO, NO THE HECK IT WAS NOT?????
They’ve been plaguing my brain for a bit so obviously I made a shuffle (I have issues)
Art creds to @shepscapades (hopefully- thats what Pinterest said)
⚰️Losing these two was my canon event!⚰️
grian did not betray the bad boys by moving on from their deaths so quickly !!!!!!!!
grian’s coping mechanism to dealing with loss has become to embrace the cruelty and inhumanity of the game — he has felt loss caused by his own hands time and time again and there are only so many occasions in which you can put emotions (grief) over your own safety. this late into the game when potentially having to fend for yourself is not one of those times.
and still, at the end of the day, he found time to mourn and honor his fallen bad boy alongside his new allies.
PLEASE,
WRITERS OF THIS APP!
I am begging you. I repeat: I’M. BEGGING. YOU!
Armando Aretas is in deeply NEED of fanfics.
I’ve just watched the movie and that man DELIVERED!
DON’T LET HIM GO TO WASTE!!!
😭😭😭
The bad boys
(GriAn is laughing)
bad boys wear heart earrings and chill with the chicks 😈💚
link to picrew: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2069970
Digital sketchbook dump for the life series !! (The first two are literally a year old but it’s fine it’s whatever they’re definitely recent)
Bad boys are sometimes sad boys and are a little bit mad boys