Hi lovely can you one for Armando x reader. Armando , Mike, Marcus, doesn't know what the reader does for a living. She find out thing before they do , skilled in everything. ( Whatever you want her to be). The reader takes the spot of reggie. Armando call her instead of Marcus. They get scared for her but just wait until they find out.
𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄:
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑!
𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏.
-> synopsis: Where armando calls you to warn you that you have trouble coming you way and to go hide somewhere safe. Little do they know, you can do more than hide.
-> warnings: spoilers for bad boys ride or die, mentions of violence.
[🕷️] author’s note: thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!
Your first encounter of Armando was when he was released to be the new member of AMMO to repay his debt to the state for his crimes. He walked in with his father, Mike, in an alluring manner. You was a helper for the team, however currently unemployed. Failing to find your place in society.
The mexican-born male wore a black co-ord , tight to his chest and flattering in all the right places. His hair slicked in gel, the sides of his head faded with a scar at the side of it.
You both grew quickly closer, spending each day with each other even with the stares of judgement people descended onto you.
“He has killed countless people.”
“He’s a criminal, they should lock him up and throw away the key.”
“Armando Aretas. The animal who should be put down.”
It did hurt you for a while, leading you to deny your feelings for him. Until one day, after a passionate night with him, you tried to briskly leave in the middle of the night.
“Where are you going?” The males voice croaked out, his voice deeper than usual due to the vocal cords enlargement throughout the night.
“I need to go home, i’ve spent too long being here.”
A scoff is heard.
“Yeah. No surprise there. Running out of excuses are you?”
“ Its not an excuse i just have something to do at..”
“Guárdalo, solo vete. Te han lavado el cerebro las opiniones de otros y no quiero escucharlo más. Ahórrame los detalles.” Venom dropped off the latino’s tongue as he dismissed you away. Sadness overcame you as no words came out of your mouth.
Days went by, Armando never spoke to you. Tension flushed by you guys whenever you was by each-other in a room. One day, you couldn’t handle it no more and you grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn and look at you.
“I’m sorry. You’re more than just an animal or a criminal. I know i don’t even deserve for you to forgive me but i need to get this off my chest. I am so sorry Armando.”
You feel his arms engulf you in a hug as tears roll down your cheeks, embarrassed at how easily influenced you were from everyone’s opinions. “no llores mi amor, I forgive you.”
𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏.
“Hey guys, we’ve got trouble.”
Armando’s shoes pounded down the wooden steps as he swiftly walked to Dorn’s computer, his nerves rising as he sees the blonde’s frantic typing on the keyboard below. “What’s wrong?”
The cameras on the computer pointing to every angle in your house, yet, 3 armed men slowly creep up to the front door. Ready to raid, they point their rifles towards the door. “Tenemos que tomarlos ahora!” One masked man, whisper shouts in spanish, their emotions covered but their body language is prevalent. He is tense.
Dorn shifted his position to turn to Armando, his brows furrowing, “Are these your people?”
He shook his head, “No.”
Time stood still before he realised the severity of the situation, rushing over to the phone he picks it up and rapidly taps your contact. “Mierda! Pick up the phone..”
A few seconds of beeps echoed around the room, the only thing filling the air of silence. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“We have no time. Take Uncle Marcus’s wife and go hide. Now.” His words dropped with warning as he kept it short and sweet.
Your eyes widen as you hear his stoic words. Quickly whipping your head to the side, you gather your godmother and hide in the closet. A loud bang blasts through the room as footsteps clatter along the floor, moving in a tactical fashion as they scan the house for people. Armando quickly runs to the cameras, looking at the masked men quickly run through the house, weapons pointed at every angle. “Fuck..”
A moment passes and you slowly slip past the closet door, gripping your fingertips on the cold, wooden pane, you slide by the counter and quickly exhale. “Lord, please protect me.”
The woman slowly slides her hand up the counter top, reaching for a knife before calculatedly turning left while peeking around. A second passes before you see an outline of a shadow descending down onto you. Slowly looking up, you see a gun pointed towards you. “Shit.”
With a quick whisk, you slice the knife through his leg, the man drops down and shouts in pain as you slit the masked man’s throat. Taking his gun, you push forward back into the living room where the rest of the men were. Angling yourself, you shoot the man in the corner before whipping the man in front of you with the rifle.
“Damn, that bitch can fight.”
Randomly another man whisks you around, taking you in a loose headlock. The sound of a gun goes off and the man falls back in anguish, brushing yourself off you turn around and shoot him in the head.
A quick moment goes by and by the end of it, all men are dead. The carpets and floorboards stained with a crimson red as you pant for air. You quickly run back to the closet, “it’s safe now. let’s go.” You say to Marcus’s wife, embracing her in a hug before you both hurry off.
Not before, you look up at the camera and smile. Blowing your pointer and middle fingers to represent a gun, before winking.
“You’re welcome.”
The male turns to the rest of the crew and grins, followed by a slow whistle.
“Seems like we know what she does after all.”
𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:
“Guárdalo, solo vete. Te han lavado el cerebro las opiniones de otros y no quiero escucharlo más. Ahórrame los detalles.” - Keep it, just leave. You've been brainwashed by the opinions of others and I don't want to hear it anymore. Spare me the details.
“no llores mi amor” - Don’t cry my love.
“Tenemos que tomarlos ahora”: We have to take them now.
armando x black!fem!reader where they get into an argument but it ends all fluffy ? 🙏🏾
𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄
☆彡SUMMARY.; Accusations get thrown around and disrespect as well.
☆彡FEATURED.; ARMANDO ARETAS x BLACK!FEM READER
☆彡TROPE.; ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP
☆彡FORMAT.; ONE SHOT
☆彡GENRE.; ANGST + FLUFF + A TAD BIT SUGGESTIVE
☆彡WARNINGS.; Mature Topics, Mature Language, accusations of infidelity, name calling (bitch), Armando not knowing the weight of his words, fake friends and poorly translated Spanish (Google Translate).
☆彡NOTES.; when I TELLL you I had to shorten this so many times because my mind was running a mile a minute and I was packing so much in here. In the end tho I hope yall enjoy it and tysm for the request bb!!💕
REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED😉.
🎧FOR THE BEST EXPERIENCE, YOU CAN LISTEN TO SELFISH by PNB ROCK🎧
The shit that is leaving this nigga’s mouth right now is nothing short of absolutely appalling to you right now.
Just 15 minutes ago, you literally just walked into the house and put your purse down on the seat closest to you. You haven’t even had the chance to take your shoes off before you hear your name being called from down the hall by your boyfriend.
“YES BABE?” you called back. He didn’t answer. You rolled your eyes and took your shoes off the walked down to where you heard his voice come from, your bedroom. You walked in and see him laying on your bed shirtless, pants hanging low on his hips and had one hand laying over his face.
Damn he looked good.
“Babe you called me? I just got in” you told him. Still he doesn’t answer. Wordlessly, he moved his hand from his face and looked at you with a weird look on his eyes.
“Are you okay?”
Still nothing.
Now you were getting pissed off. If he didn’t want anything, why’d he call you? You look back at him, waiting for him to say something, anything, and still nothing. He just lays there.
Rolling your eyes, you turn on your heel, ready to leave the room since obviously he doesn’t want anything nor has anything to say.
And surprise surprise, that’s when he speaks.
“I ain’t say you could leave.” His voice is low, and almost.. menacing?
You turn back around and look at him.
“Well you didn’t say anything at all so I thought I should just be on my way.”
Sighing, he gets up from the bed and walks over to you as you watch him.
He stands directly in front of you and then grabs your face with one of his hands and cranes your neck to look at him.
“Who else you fuckin’ hm?” He asks so calmly, raising his eyebrow at you.
Meanwhile, you nearly choke on air.
The fuck was this man talking about?
“Nigga what?”
Which leads you to now.
The sheer audacity of this man to ask you this question, and now give you the silent treatment. He asked the question and when you tried to explain, you were once again met with silence.
Minutes go by as you practically trailed behind him around the whole apartment to ask him what the hell he was talking about. You told him that he’s being ridiculous and continued asking where he even got that idea from.
At this point you’re getting frustrated.
“Armando I don’t know where the fuck you’re getting this from but if you think I cheated on you then I’m telling you I didn’t!” Your voice was hoarse and your chest was tightening by the second.
How could he accuse you of doing something like this?
He looked at you standing in front of him, practically shaking in place and scoffed. “You know if you’re gonna lie about it.. don’t leave evidence behind.. eso es una tontería.” Now you scoff, you can’t believe what you’re hearing right now.
“What fucking evidence?! Where was it huh? Where’d you find it?”
He looks at you unamused then sits up because at this point, he had been sitting on the couch, with his arms resting on his knees and he was hunched over.
He pulls out his phone and throws it on the table in front of you. “Unlock it and see.”
At this point you’re shaking so violently you feel like you’re in a blender packed with ice. You pick up the phone and unlock it and the first thing you see are an assortment of text messages, screenshots and supposed photos with you and other men.
“This isn’t fucking me.” You threw the phone back done, having seen enough. They all looked convincing to the naked eye but you knew you didn’t have anything to do with any other man that wasn’t him.
“Yeah? Then who is it?” He asks condescendingly. He’s staring you down with such disgust in his eyes it makes you want to double over and throw up right there in the living room.
“I DON’T FUCKING KNOW!” Your voice is shaky and you feel lightheaded. The only thing you can do now is to sit on the floor, just so you don’t fall over and hit your head, or injure yourself in any other way.
“Where the hell did you even get that bullshit from?” Holding your head in your hand, you didn’t even look up at him. You were beyond anxious and stressed about the whole thing.
He leans back in the couch and manspreads, looking at you looking absolutely distraught and confused on the ground. “¿Y por qué debería decirte perra infiel?”
And at this point, you’ve reached your absolute limit.
“NIGGA WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING TO?”
Getting up off the floor, you circle the little table separating the both of you and then proceeded to get up in his face.
“Watch your fucking tone with me. You know I don’t like being disrespected and not only are you gonna accuse me of fucking some other nigga, you’re gonna sit up in my house and call me a fucking bitch? Armando are you fucking serious?” At this point you’re crying, pools of tears cascading down your cheeks as you give this man a piece of your mind.
“I am so devoted and in love with you and you treat me like some common fucking street whore that would leave you to fuck other men? You’ve given me the silent treatment and seem convinced that I’d actually do something like this when I’M the one that coordinates and works with your dad for when you get out of jail, I’M the one that cleans all those damn cuts, stabs and scrapes you come back here with, I’M the one that’s up with you all night if you can’t sleep. I cook, I clean, and I take care of you when you need me to and now you’re believing some other motherfucker over me?! And if that wasn’t bad enough, you won’t even tell me who told you all this shit! And then after all that you call me a bitch?! Are you fucking kidding me?!”
Armando is floored at your outburst. He hears the raw emotion in your voice paired with the look of heartbreak and like you’ve been kicked in the stomach all over your face. As you finish you just sink to the floor, completely and utterly exhausted and defeated.
How could he do this to you.
Even after you’ve said all that, he says nothing.
Absolutely nothing. It’s like his mouth had been wrapped with duct tape multiple times. He didn’t even murmur or whisper anything.
He just sat there.
Your definitive next words are what jump starts his brain again.
“Get out.”
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It’s been about 2 hours have passed and you’re wrapped up in bed, laying in a ball while, at this point, softly crying. 2 whole hours has gone by and you haven’t moved since Armando left. You haven’t ate, used the bathroom, hell you were still in the clothes you were in earlier when you just got home.
You’ve cried so much your eyes burn and your body feels heavy. To be quite honest you’re mentally and emotionally exhausted. You just want to understand the situation better and put this behind you because if you didn’t, you knew you’d be incapable of doing anything else until you get a grip on your emotions.
And apparently your boyfriend has the same idea.
You heard the front door of your apartment open and close, followed by footsteps. Growing up in a black household, you were already familiar with knowing who it was that was walking down the hallway. So you knew, even before hearing his voice or seeing his face, that’s it was Armando.
He comes straight into your bedroom and stood at the entrance of your room, because the door wasn’t closed. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at your frame laying on the bed facing the way.
You get nervous and tried to steady your breathing.
“Mama?” He called out.
You didn’t answer, why would you when he didn’t give you the same courtesy?
And you guessed he picked up on that because he just continued.
“Lo siento mamá, la cagué.. i shouldn't have said those things but i got so angry when i thought you were..—“ he trails off. He took a deep breath and continued. “I got possessive.. that’s what my dad said anyways.. I uh.. I talked to him about it and he told me I fucked up. I should’ve let you explain and I should have listened to you. I let me not knowing how to deal with this shit hurt you and I ain’t want to be a person to do that to you… I’m sorry baby.. te amo mamá.. mucho.”
You always cursed at yourself, knowing you were too weak to him when you found yourself turning around to face him. He watched as you turned and when he saw your face, he felt terrible. Immediately he reached out to wipe the little tears rolling down your cheeks but stopped himself. He knew in this moment he didn’t have the right to touch you.
He looked at you first, and you looked back at him, silently.
“Babe I’m so sorry.. I ain’t used to talking much but.. I won’t treat you like that again.. prometo.” You sit up slowly as he watches. “Don’t ever call me nothing disrespectful like that again or I promise your father will be digging my nails and teeth out of your chewed up body parts.”
He laughs a little. “Te lo prometo bebe.”
He spent the rest of the night showering you in love. He bought you a bouquet of roses and got your favorite food. He held you on his lap and kissed your tears away, promising you he’ll never do that again and tells you to kill him if he does it again.
Truth be told you don’t know if he meant that literally.
You spent the night laughing and giggling at his attempts to make you feel better. Yes he did hurt you a lot, but you can tell he was genuine about his apology and that made you feel better. You know he doesn’t have much experience with relationships, so you want to learn and grow with him.
Still though, he better not cross that line again.
Afterwards after the situation was settled to a degree, he finally explained the entire situation to you, saying it was apparently one of your so called “friends” that orchestrated the entire thing. She made fake messages, fake call logs, and even went as far as editing those pictures to make it look like you.
The bitch just wanted your man.
And the gag is, Armando didn’t even know who she was, she sent everything to him anonymously. The only reason you knew it was her was because of how she texted the messages, she used phrases that you wouldn’t normally use in messages.
And your slow ass boyfriend didn’t even notice. Men and their lack of attention to detail.
Safe to say both you and Armando were ready to handle her ass. But before that.. he had to handle you🩷.
[GLOSSARY]
“Eso es una tontería” — “that's just dumb shit”
“Lo siento mamá, la cagué..” — “I'm sorry, mama, I fucked up..”
“¿Y por qué debería decirte perra infiel?” — “And why should I tell you a cheating bitch?”
“te amo mamá.. mucho.” — “I love you mama, so much”
“prometo” — “Promise”
“Te lo prometo bebe.” —“I promise you, baby.”
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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.💋💋
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᯾ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
᯾ synopsis: Armando couldn’t 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 didn’t wish to hurt you either.
᯾ theme: angst with a happy ending, smut.
᯾ format: story.
᯾ warnings: sex, mentions of escaping prison, armando is a rough during sex, mature language, reader gets hurt during sex, use of a safe word.
᯾ 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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𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆, 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 they’re 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 didn’t 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. “aquí tienes…”
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. “Hasta el fuego.” 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. “Vamos! ¡No tenemos tiempo!” The other men nodded before quickly following their boss.
𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃. Armando’s 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. “¡Súbete al puto avión!” The male shouted, ordering his men as he signalled the pilot to engage. Some cartel members were still far behind. “Tsk.”
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!
“If they can’t keep up, leave them in the dirt.”
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍̃𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐒. 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 would’ve been worse placing down his casket six feet under. 𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓, travelled through your system as amygdala integrated your emotions with the other areas of your brain. He was coming back.
“Ma’am he’s here.”
“Jefe, estamos aquí.”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐈. 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. “Es bueno estar de vuelta.” 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 “friends.”
𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃. “Finally you’re home!” Running up to him, you jump in his arms as they wrap around you, leaning in for a kiss. “ive te perdió..” 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, “Maldita sea, no puedo esperar para quitarles la ropa.”
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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍. 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 Armando’s 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 that’s not nothing a little mousse can’t fix. Messing about with your curls as you was lost in thought, you felt a gentle press to your shoulder.
“está bien?”
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. “Never been better.” Planting a kiss on your lips, he smiled at your reply, not thinking anything of it as he was essentially on cloud nine. “Ven a acostarte con-“
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. “¿Por qué coño me llamas tan temprano en la mañana?” You chuckled at his blunt answer, typical Armando.
A sigh escaped your husband’s 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, “tengo que irme..”, annoyance was plastered all over his face.
“That’s fine, i’ll be waiting here for you anyways babe.” You said gently, kissing his cheek and then his lips. Wrapping his arms around you, he leans for another kiss. and another. and another. “You need to go..”
“¿Realmente tengo que???”
Chuckling you lightly hit his arm, “Go and get up.”
“Ya no me amas?”
A pillow was then flung towards his head.
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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝟏𝟎𝐏𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍. 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 wasn’t the point. “What happened?” Asking in a panic as you walk up to him to check if he’s okay. “Estoy bien, no te preocupes.”
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 couldn’t 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.
𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 - 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐀
“Súbete a la cama, princesa.”
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. “Stop-“ 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 he’s inflicting upon you. “Oh fuck!”
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. “I can’t..”
“Puede.” 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 didn’t 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. “Armando!” You shouted, but he was still caught up in the overwhelming feeling of being inside of you.
“Cherry! Cherry!”
That’s when he noticed and stopped., quickly pulling out of you “¿Te lastimaste?”
“Estoy bien, todavía estoy adolorido de la otra noche.”
You noticed the pained expression that plastered his face. “Lo siento, lo siento-“
Holding his face in his hands, you look at him with a passion in your eyes. “I know you never meant to hurt me. Stop blaming yourself so much.”
Armando looked at you and nodded, before lifting you up and carrying you to the bathroom.
𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇, he slowly stroked your face as you relaxed against him. “Perdoname quierda.” He whispered.
“Don’t worry, i already have.”
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[🕷️] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:
“aquí tienes…” : there it is..
“Vamos! ¡No tenemos tiempo!” : Let’s go! We don’t have time!
“¡Súbete al puto avión!”: Get on the fucking plane!
Los campañeros: Their companions.
“Jefe, estamos aquí.”: Boss, we are here.
“Es bueno estar de vuelta.”: It’s good to be back.
“Te extrañé” I missed you.
“No puedo esperar para quitarme esta ropa”: I can’t wait to take these clothes off.
“está bien?” : You okay ?
“Ven a acostarte con-“ : Come sleep with-
“¿Por qué coño me llamas tan temprano en la mañana?”: Why the fuck are you calling me so early in the morning?
“tengo que irme..”,: I have to go
“¿Realmente tengo que???” : Do i really have to ???
“Ya no me amas?” You don’t love me?
“Estoy bien, no te preocupes.” : I am fine, don’t worry.
“Acuéstate en la cama, princesa.” : Lie on the bed princess.
“Puede.” : You can.
“¿Te lastimaste?” : Are you hurt?
“Estoy bien, todavía estoy adolorido de la otra noche.” : I’m fine, i’m still sore from the other night.
how do you think armando would react if he is in love with the reader, but she shows no sign of feeling the same way, (he's so devoted when it comes to the reader) And he'd like to know if she feels the same as him, I wish it would end in a passionate way (you know what I mean) 🔥
𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍!
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 .
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-> synopsis: Armando was obsessed with everything about you. Yet, you never showed him the same energy back. Until one night.
-> theme: one sided love, smut.
-> format: drabble + story?
-> warning: hardcore smut, slight mention of dacryphillia, armando is a little rough and cocky asf, mature language, mention of guns, mention of alcohol, he does not understand the meaning of personal space, i think if he wants something he’ll go after it!
-> authors note: 2 updates back to backkk! thanks for requesting! Hope you enjoy it! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃!
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[🕷️] 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:
᯾ Ever since he first noticed you when meeting the team, it was love at first sight for him.
᯾ He would definitely show how much he’s obsessed with you in implicit ways, not fully going for you as that’s not his personality.
᯾ Would definitely prefer to do things that make you notice him, however, he could chase you if he wanted to.
᯾ He would definitely stare at you in the locker room or on the plane, on the way to whatever location you guys are needed.
᯾ His eyes would start at your legs before slowly glancing up to your lips.
᯾ You already know he’s a playboy just like his dad.
᯾ However, regardless of his obvious interest in you, the feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated.
᯾ Nevertheless, he wouldn’t tease you too much on missions. Not loving you enough to the point where he wants his life to be compromised.
᯾ He always has his eye out for you. Need more ammo? he’s got you.
᯾ Need a cover? He’s got you on that too.
᯾ You couldn’t even hate him, skilled in his fighting he was an excellent addition to the team. The way he effortlessly handled any weapon that was given to him, effectively killing anyone in his path. Giving assistance to anyone within the team, you really couldn’t hate him.
᯾ He knew he was good at what he does too.
᯾ And sooner then later, you’d realise he’s good in bed too.
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[🕷️] 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄:
᯾ You hardly talked to him, always avoiding his path.
᯾ Celebratory drinks? On the other side of the table.
᯾ Group talks? You’re never next to him.
𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐎, until you guys saw each other at a club. Neon lights were flashing as people danced and drank excessively. There was you, with two friends, dancing within the crowd. You rolled your hips with the flow of the music, this being an escape from your fast-paced life of being a law enforcement agent.
That was until you saw him, surrounded by men looking like him. Armando’s tan skin and beard being the main thing that stood out. He wore a simple black shirt with tight, slim black jeans. There was a fresh slit in his left eyebrow while his gold cuban chain hung off his neck, slightly longer than shoulder length.
He looked back up, and smirked. Shaking it off, you went back further into the crowd and continued to dance with your friends.
“We’re going to switch it up now, introducing some dancehall! Ladies get ready to whine up yuhself! Men, get ready to catch that whine!!” The DJ shouted over the music before switching up the song.
Cheers and woos erupted in the building, more people coming to the dance floor as ladies bent their legs and arched their backs, ready to whine their life away.
Your friends started whining and dancing, screaming the lyrics as their body began to move with the music as if they were in a trance.
You decided to do the same, letting loose, you began to put your hands on your knees. Whining along to the music by anyone who pressed up behind you. That was until you felt those hands.
Looking up , you noticed Armando holding your hips, a suggestive look on his face as he controlled every circle and buck of your whine. You hated to say it but he was really skilled.
He didn’t even say anything, just focused on you and the music. Slowly pushing your hair on the left side of your face, his hand creeped up to your neck while the other one was still rested on your hip. His touch igniting a flame of zeal within you, the air between the two becoming hot and heavy.
This was forbidden, two co workers were not supposed to have any sexual relations with each other. Yet, you both did not care. Too overcome with lust and desire.
“Volver a casa conmigo..” Armando whispered in your ear, causing a tingle to happen down there.
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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌. Symphonies of groans and moans escaping the two lovers’ lips as they engaged in a heated kiss, fighting each other with their tongue, burning passion radiating off them. The white, satin sheets barely covered the male as he was focused on thrusting into the woman below. His cock pistoned in and out of the woman’s leaking pussy as her legs were up in the air, rocking backwards and forwards as she jolted up and down due to the roughness of her lover’s actions. Her wetness causing a thin coating on his dick.
“Te sientes tan bien amor..” Armando whispered, gently biting on the woman’s earlobe as she moaned in his ear, hypnotised by the feeling of his thick clock filling her up.
The male noticed and withdrew from her earlobe, still continuing the same pace as he held onto her hips but instead he could see the pleasure in her face. Tears of pleasure slowly slid down your face, to the point where you tried to push the male back, to no avail. “You got to take it mamí.”
“It feels too good.. i can’t.”
“Oh yes you can.” Armando grunted. Randomly flipping you over, your face was roughly met with the pillow. The man then started pounding with even more passion as you gasped and whined underneath him. “Just like that Armando..”
Your little comments turned him on more, feeling the reach of his peak coming. Your quiet nature before this now contradicting the lewd activity commencing now. And he loved it. He knew you would eventually come around. “Ah.. ¿Así que tu bonita boca puede hablar?”
Too dazed by the pleasure to understand the sarcasm dripping off his voice, you just nodded. Your hand slowly crawling down to your clit as you rubbed it in desperation. The overstimulation forcing your orgasm to come crashing down before you could even warn him. “Oh my god!”
This caused Armando to absolutely lose it. Your own impulsive decision to coming back to bite you caused him to begin chasing after his own orgasm. Still thrusting while you tried coming down from your own, before pulling out and releasing his seed onto your stomach.
“estás loco.”
“Estoy loco por no amarte antes.”
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[🕷️] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:
“Volver a casa conmigo” : Come home with me.
“Te sientes tan bien.” You feel so good.
“ ¿Así que tu bonita boca puede hablar?”: So your pretty mouth can speak?
“estás loco.” - You’re crazy.
“Estoy loco por no amarte antes.” - i’m crazy for not loving you sooner.
how do you think armando would react if he and the reader have their first child (they turn Mike into a grandfather lol) and Armando wants to do things right
𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑!
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-> synopsis: how would armando be once the child is born?
-> format: headcanon.
-> theme: fluff + comedy.
-> warning: none.
-> authors note: finally catching up on requests! hope you enjoyed! this is not proofread. 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝! 🌸
part 1 is here!
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-> you was currently at the hospital, laying in the bed.
-> Armando and the baby was beside you, holding your son as he currently sat down in the chair next to the bed.
-> rocking his son backwards and forwards while you was relaxing.
-> you would never of thought it was your son as well, both attached to each other like glue. he looked exactly like Armando as well.
-> reminiscing back to when he was first in your arms, you noticed all the similarities the two had. The same head shape, same eyes, same wavy hair that was already apparent, same little smirk they do.
-> it was like they were twins.
-> marcus was right, that lowery dna is a bitch.
-> the door slightly opened to the left of you and you noticed the two older males slowly creep in, not wanting to disturb you guys, especially if the baby was sleeping.
-> “oh my god. Mike hold me, i’m about to cry man!!” Marcus exclaimed while trying to fall into Mike’s arms who just pushed him off.
-> “can you shut up!”
-> walking over to armando, mike put his hand on his shoulder. “I’m really happy for the two of you.”
-> armando nodded, “thanks.”
-> retracting his hand, mike just watched the interaction between Armando and his grandson. Not wanting to pry too much and allow the two to have their moment.
-> Marcus walked up behind him before putting his hand on his shoulder. Already knowing the reason for Mike’s obvious distance.
-> “¿quieres sostenerlo?” the latino asked his father, looking up at him.
-> “of course.”
-> Armando gently placed his son in his Mike’s arms, who embraced the tiny human. Looking at his features, Mike gently chuckled. “Man he looks like you bad.”
-> Marcus who looked at the little man, laughed along also. “What did i tell you?”
-> the baby then smiled and cooed in Mike’s arm causing a tear to slide down his cheek. “Man…”
-> “¿Te estás ablandando conmigo, papá?”
-> lightly shoving him, Mike laughed. “Don’t forget how i kicked your ass that one time.”
-> You giggled slightly in your hospital bed, continuing to now scroll on your phone.
-> “You’re not supposed to laugh at me baby.”
-> A gasp suddenly appeared from within the room. Marcus with his hands over his mouth, stared at one specific section of the hospital room. “Y’all about to make me cry up in here today.”
-> “Man what you bitching ab-“
-> Upon the crib was a golden sign that had words inscribed upon it. ‘This little boy is called: Alejandro Micheal Lowery.’
-> Mike whipped his head between you and Armando several times in disbelief, tears welling up in his eyes. Looking straight up at Armando whose eyes was also slightly glossy.
-> “Thank you son.”
-> “ Lo estoy haciendo bien por los dos, papá.”
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[🌸] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:
“¿quieres sostenerlo?”: Do you want to hold him?
“¿Te estás ablandando conmigo, papá?” : You getting soft on me dad?
“Lo estoy haciendo bien por los dos, papá.” : Im doing it right for the both of us dad.
Head Cannon: How will Armando be when you're pregnant ? Btw I live for page 💕
𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍!
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-> synopsis: how would he take care of you when you’re pregnant?
-> format: headcanon.
-> theme: fluff!
-> warning: armando is a little overprotective.
-> authors note: hope you enjoyed it, i think we need a little fluff of him being a family man!! thank you for supporting my blog!! 💕 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.
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-> you’re going to have everything you can possibly think of.
-> new baby clothes? he’s bought them. new room for the baby? workers are already on it. more food? already on its way.
-> you’re not lifting a FINGER. do not let that man see you do anything otherwise you’re getting a lecture.
-> “¿Estás tratando de darme un ataque al corazón?” “Babe, i just picked my glass up.”
-> yeah, don’t even think about doing any chores. he’s got workers for that or he will do it himself.
-> he definitely has hidden cameras around the house to make sure you’re not doing anything for yourself.
-> it may seem a little excessive but your priority should be resting and taking care of yourself and the baby, he believes you should rest to the maximum and it should be a stress free journey.
-> while it can be annoying with how much he cares, it’s honestly heartwarming.
-> sometimes he’ll come back with some flowers just to appreciate how strong you have been with carrying his child.
-> i totally believe he will give you little foot rubs and massages if you need it!
-> ALWAYS there for the doctor appointments, you can’t tell him otherwise. he always wants to make sure you and his child is okay.
-> packed everything needed for labour at least the week before so you don’t need to stress.
-> with your moods, he will initially be defensive and fight back but will come to the realisation that it’s your hormones. then he will just listen and take it.
-> “Estás pasando por muchas cosas, nena, está bien.”
-> when your water breaks, he does freak out a little on the inside but quickly gets you in the car and on the way to the hospital.
-> he makes sure the doctors cater to your every need, giving death stares if they’re not listening to your request.
-> his hand is automatically there if you need to crush it to death while pushing. gives you words of encouragement while you’re pushing out his child.
-> “Ya casi llegaste a esto.”
-> when his child is placed in his arms, a tear does slip out. He feels as he’s done it right and broke the cycle of his parents.
-> even seeing Mike, his father, hold his child made him feel happy. Kissing your forehead, you both smile at the happiness your new edition has made people.
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[🌸] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:
“¿Estás tratando de darme un ataque al corazón?”: Are you trying to give me a heart attack?
“Estás pasando por muchas cosas, nena, está bien.”: You’re going through a lot baby, it’s okay.
“Ya casi llegaste a esto...”: Nearly there, you got this..
what are things you think armando would say in bed
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𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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-> synopsis: how would he be in bed from A-Z?
-> theme: smut
-> format: headcanon.
-> warnings: sexual themes, slight mentions of dacryphillia.
-> authors note: hope you enjoy! i did change the request a bit and just did how he would be in bed overall!! 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝🌸. nsfw below.
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A: aftercare
armando would be so gentle and caring towards you, especially on the days where he tends to be rougher. he knows how he can be a lot to handle and how worn out you get, so he will probably make you a bath so you can relax while he changes the sheets.
B: Body
on himself he mainly loves his arms or his eyes. he doesn’t tend to talk much, his eyes usually conveying what he wants to say. he knows the effects his eyes or his arms have on the ladies, which is why he likes them so much. plus, it shows how much in shape he is from just looking at them, especially when they bulge out from his clothes.
on his partner, he loves your thighs or ass. he would just love resting his head on both of them or having his hand there whenever you’re sitting down or standing. putting his hand in your back pocket just shows how protective he is over you and also shows to other guys that you’re taken.
C: cum
armando would love cumming on your ass, especially when he is the only one that can see it. he would prefer to come inside of you (protected or unprotected) but sometimes you have to tell him beforehand otherwise you will get pregnant. (it’s not like he would mind that idea either though…)
D: dirty secret
he secretly wants to create a tape. he just wants to experience the feeling of being recorded while he ruins you, the idea of him being the only one that gets to do this, yknow? he would never show anyone else this though, it being for him and your eyes only.
E: experience
i feel like he would either have a lot of experience especially with him being popular with the ladies or have little experience, not having time to indulge with sex as he is focused on his training and just running a cartel organisation. in his world, seeing men who kind of become vulnerable due to women and being taken from his mother after building such a strong bond, it would kind of be on either ends of the spectrum for him.
F: favourite position
armando 100% loves seeing it from the back. doggystyle all the way, especially with him being such an ass man, he would just love seeing your back arch and your skin slapping off against his.
G: goofy
he doesn’t laugh during sex, i don’t think he finds any reason to.
H: hair
well groomed, he likes being clean not only for his partner but for him also.
I: intimacy
for armando, intimacy does play a role during sex. he doesn’t want it to be meaningless, especially with someone who cares so deeply about people’s emotions (even though he pretends like he doesn’t), he would want you to be so comfortable and get the most pleasure out of the experience.
J: jack off
if he’s away on missions or jobs then depending on the length he’s away from you for, it will happen. not often because he tends to control himself, but sometimes.
K: kinky
giving:
he would definitely be into praise or degradation, whichever you want on the day. he wouldn’t want to degrade you too much though because he respects you a lot but if you ask for it then he’s going to do it. he would definitely be into slapping as well, slapping your ass during doggystyle is a 100% yes.
receiving:
he would want his partner to be submissive and maybe a little bratty? the feeling of putting you in your place would just be a little ego boost for him.
L: location
armando would probably do it any and everywhere except for unhygienic places like public bathrooms. however, if it’s a long car ride? pulling over won’t be a problem. friends house? just be quiet.
any place in your own shared house with him, yeah it’s going to happen.
M: motivation
your love and care for him, that’s what motivates him. somehow his career being in AMMO or the cartel, even motivates him due to the high danger that engulfs it, the idea of knowing he can come back to you by the end of this is all that matters.
N: no
pain or anything too extreme. he doesn’t want his partner to be in a lot of pain, unless it’s light and goes away after a second, he doesn’t want to do it.
O: oral
do you know who this man is? he is a munch. m u n c h !!! initially, i feel like he would never of ate a woman out before, kind of being selfish with him just getting pleasure for himself. but once you ask him to do that and he does, it’s hard to get him off it.
i could just see him munching on it for hours while you’re wiggling underneath him, the juices glistening on his beard as he pulls off after making you cum for the last time.
P: pace
depends on his mood, if he is feeling sentimental and relaxed he would probably take it slow. if he’s angry or frustrated then.. its probably going to be fast and rough.
Q: quickie
especially because of armando’s work, i think you would tend to do these more often due to him sometimes not having a lot of time with you, especially after being days away at a time. so sometimes, those 30 minutes you’d see him after he comes back from a job, yeah its going down.
R: risk
the only risk he would enjoy is maybe getting caught (?) he wouldn’t be able to get enough of you so doing it in a friends house or semi-public spaces? might be worth it.
S: stamina
this man can last for agesssssssss!! armando is a full blown drug dealer turned assassin, he can last a couple of rounds for sure.
T: toy
he would prefer to use himself to pleasure you, not being fond of other toys. that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like you watching them use it.
U: unfair
he looooooves teasing you, teasing it before he enters you or just speaking spanish more often while being more protective? the man doesn’t even have to do much to tease you, he is the tease. the amount of sexiness this man has, everything turns you on.
he hates when you be teasing him though. especially because it works so well. them subtle glances you be giving him or when you brush over him slightly while acting or innocent ?? get on that bed right now, he doesn’t have time for this.
V: volume
that man can g r o a n. he’s all about letting you hear him, especially if you’re doing something well. initially at the early stages of your relationship, he would be more on the quieter side doing little grunts here and there but once he gets comfortable.. you going to be hearing then long ass groans.
he loves hearing you moan as well. don’t be trying to run from him or push your face into that pillow because he’ll yank your ass right back up!! he’s gonna be making everyone hear you, you sound too good to be hiding that voice.
W: wild card
i can’t lie… i think this man loves seeing emotion and tears. the idea of tears falling down your face while you’re in pleasure just makes him want you even more, he would comfort you and it would make his heart even more fonder for you.
“no llores mami” (don’t cry mami)
“siempre estoy aquí para ti” (i’m always here for you)
“Déjalo salir, déjame escucharte.” (let it all out, let me hear you.)
X: x-ray
this man is pretty big, slightly on the thicker side but his dick is still pretty long. i would say his length is slightly above average, maybe reaching 8 inches but his girth? lord have mercy. however, it’s not too thick that it’s painful, as long as if pleasures you then that’s all that matters.
Y: yearning
he would tell you most of the time if he’s needy or not. i think he would be well disciplined though and would be able to control himself, especially when he doesn’t see you from weeks at a time. sometimes he would take of it himself but most of the time if he’s needy and with you, he would let you know.
Z: zzz
he would be cuddling you after aftercare. i feel like you would be way more worn out then he would so he would still be awake. loves being the big spoon as he feels protective over you and can watch you while you sleep, feeling your head on his chest is the ultimate level of comfort.
