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cositapreciosa · 1 year

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Can I please request an Amado x reader fic where he slowly starts to fall in love with her? and, if it's possible, can she be a non-fluent Spanish speaker? Somewhat like Mimi. Thank you so much!

By proxy

Amado Carillo Fuentes x female!reader, (mention of you wearing heels/skirt/painted nails/lipstick, no warnings, the usual for the show) 1545 words

a/n : hopefully this is what you had in mind ! let me know how you like it

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

When he arrived, you were already seated in the chair next to his assigned one. Sunglasses perched on your nose, colored lips matching your nails, and satellite phone opened to your ear, ushering things in the receiver he couldn’t understand. Amado wouldn’t usually pay attention to all those details, but the space between the seats is narrow and you don’t seem to realize he needs you to get up so that he can finally sit down.

The heat is unbearable today. Of course he knew Belize was going to be hot, but the humidity mixed with little wind is making sweat run down his back. A temperature you don’t seem to mind, deeply invested in whatever conversation you are having, with your freshly pressed shirt, not a bead of sweat on your forehead. He has to cough to get your attention, and the look you give him makes him feel like he is intruding, your palm cupping the receiver so as to not disturb whoever is on the other side.

‘’ Puedo ayudarle? ‘’

That is when he notices your accent, the way the r comes out round and unrolled. You speak English, he thinks, but he can’t figure out more. He’s never really been one to notice the subtleties between accents.

‘’ That’s my seat, ‘’ he begins in English, ‘’ Do you mind if..? ‘’

‘’ Oh. ‘’

You are quickly on your feet, pressing the back of your knees to the chair to make more space for him to pass through. He can smell your perfume, feel the softness of your silk shirt as his hand brushes your elbow as he moves forward. You sit back down at the same time as him, one of your legs moving on top of the other. Before he can even say thank you, you are back on the phone, throwing phrases and fancy words he can’t understand. Is English is good, but it clearly wasn’t fluent enough for whatever business conversation you were having. You close the antenna with a snap.

‘’ I’m sorry about that, not very lady-like of me. ‘’

There is no point for you to try talking to him in Spanish anymore, and as much as he can’t shake away his own accent, he knows his English is probably better than your Spanish. You don’t really mean it, half an apology, half small-talk, too focused on what is happening up front, the first plane being manoeuvered on the tarmac. He offers you a polite smile nonetheless.

‘’ It’s all good. ‘’

The plane isn’t even stopped behind the podium that the auction starts, loud voice coming from the speaker, bragging about the size of the crew cabin, the space in between the seats. Nothing he needs to know, nothing that would make a difference in the type of business he plans on making with those buys. Rip it all out, he would say, start loading it up. It goes pretty fast after that, when the auctioneer finally stops talking about the whys and the hows and starts selling the plane.

He can feel you watching, chin turning his way every time he buys a plane. Probably because, compared to him, you haven’t bought much so far, no one did really.

‘’ May I ask you what all those planes are for? ‘’

You are bold, he can give you that, biting your questions, answers rolling off your tongue just as quickly. He doesn’t even realize when he started smiling, cheeks touching the underside of his sunglasses.

‘’ I could ask you the same question. ‘’

Your bite the inside of your cheek, as if you are thinking it through, if you should actually give him an answer or just another question in response.

‘’ Fair enough. Maybe our bosses’ business isn’t for us commoners to talk about. ‘’

‘’ Oh, no, you’re mistaken. I’m the boss. ‘’

That catches your eyes, knees turning to his side, body following shortly as your own sunglasses slide down your nose with the movement. He knew it would, maybe that is why he said it. There is something fun about you, carefree, that feels like it could turn this chore into something enjoyable for once. He never liked making small talk, but he does appreciate this back-and-forth that is happening. Amado watches as your elbow drapes over the back of your chair before you speak.

‘’ What’s your name again? ‘’

You do be asking many questions, he realizes, but he gives you his name nonetheless, finding himself to enjoy it when you give yours back.

‘’ Then, Amado, ‘’ You continue, ‘’ Why do the dirty work? It’s hot as hell on this tarmac. No budget for shades, the paddles are plastic, no wine bar, what’s in it for you? ‘’

‘’ Good company, clearly. You seem to be doing those a lot. ‘’

He loves the way his name sounds coming out of your mouth. You barely acknowledge his statement, raising your own paddle for a small luxury plane as your attention turns back to the front. A few second passes, before the gavel smashes the podium. As the applause dies down, the auctioneer talks into his microphone, voice booming and with more spectacle than he usually enjoys.

‘’ Told my boss I could speak Spanish, but I’m more at a 4-year-old level than anything else. You mind translating that for me? ‘’

He can tell you are flirting, trying to keep the conversation going. Your eyes are playful, meeting his and twisting his insides, sparkling warmth to his chest. This feels different, and he wonders if he has gotten too old for this. Still, he plays into it.

‘’ He said the plane’s all yours, mija, but that you have to pilot it back to the US if you want to keep it. ‘’

Your laugh makes the people in front of you turn, you don’t mind them though, continuing to look at the vendors as they parade the planes around.

‘’ I would crash the damn thing. You don’t happen to know a good pilot, do you? ‘’

He leans his head to your side, close enough to smell your perfume again, almost tasting the salt from your skin.

‘’ Hmm. I got someone in mind. ‘’

‘’ Well I hope he’s any good, I plan on coming back in one piece. ‘’

You are raising your paddle again, two, three times until the sale is yours. He is sure you get more Spanish than you let him on, or maybe you just go for looks and hope the plane fits your budget, if you have any. You haven’t talked much about why you are here either, and he can’t help but wonder who would buy almost as many planes as him. It is not as much, clearly, he is here to buy the biggest ones, all of them, but you have been weirdly focusing on the smaller ones, the cleaner ones, rivalling all the white heads on the tarmac.

‘’ Don’t worry, ‘’ He says as he adjusts himself on the chair, ‘’ I’ll land us safe and sound. ‘’

You find this funny, beaming at him, smile wide and refreshing in the heat. He can tell your eyes are curious, squinting from the sun as you look at him over your sunglasses.

‘’ How romantic. ‘’

There is no real implication behind your words, mostly mocking him, brushing off your actual surprise that he is in fact a pilot. Amado buys the last three planes, it is a quick process, raising his paddle, gavel knocking, and before he knows it you are on your feet, heels clacking on the asphalt the moment they end the auction.

He watches as you pull down your skirt, gathering your things in one hand while the other moves towards him, wide open for a handshake.

‘’ Well, Amado, the pleasure was all mine. I guess I’ll see you at the next one? ‘’

Probably not, he thinks, but he gets the sentiment, appreciates it even. He shakes your hand, your warm palm against his, a fingernail grazing the inside of his wrist.

‘’ I thought I was supposed to fly you back home? ‘’

‘’ Are you asking me out on a date? ‘’

‘’ Maybe. Are you saying yes? ‘’

You don’t answer him straight away, sizing him up and down. He can’t tell what you are looking for, but the small smile on your lips makes him think whatever he is doing is working. You take your hand back, pushing hair behind your ear.

‘’ I’m staying in San Ignacio tonight. The hotel’s bar is pretty good if you’d like to drop by for a drink. ‘’

You don’t wait for him to answer, turning on your heels and walking down the aisle, waving to a man in a suit that is quick to walk you to a black suv. He can do nothing but mirror your smile, pushing his sunglasses up his head. He wouldn’t mind doing the drive, especially if it means he could see you again.

He doesn’t have to think more about it, you had him at ‘bar’, ‘drink’, the notes of vanilla in your perfume. A cold Whiskey actually sounds like a good idea.

#amado x reader #amado carrillo fuentes x reader #narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico fanfiction #narcos mexico imagines

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narcolini · 1 year

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nightmares

amado x gn!reader, 2080 words, hurt/comfort

contains canon typical gun violence

using the day 2 whumpril prompts: Stress & “Get some rest.”

a/n: i hope this scratches the amado itch, dear anon!! (me vs taking months to write requests lmaooo) <3<3

tagging (my narco taglist): @drabbles-mc @cositapreciosa @purplesong1028 @ashlingiswriting @thesandbeneathmytoes @hausofmamadas @empireroyals @marissa53115 @iridescent-sol

It started as a normal night for you. A car parked outside your window, a large palm over your knee once you were seated in the back of it. Amado purring words to your right, hip to hip, about his plans for the evening. Where he was taking you to eat, where you’d go afterwards, how long he intended to keep you for—if you liked. You could dance until the sun came up if you wanted to.

‘Y entonces?’ you’d asked him. ‘Will my bed miss me again tonight?’

He’d smiled, shrugged and ticked his head to the side like he was indifferent about it. ‘Sí, if you like, amor.’

You can’t say he doesn’t spoil you.

You’d ended up at a club, as promised, to dance into the sunrise and it wasn’t long until you had him moving too. Only took a few drinks, a hand to the side of his neck, an invite to put his own as low as he liked on you. He can move, when he cares to. His thigh went between yours, his skin close enough to swallow his cologne in gulps. Expensive, of course, and patted into the base of his throat, exposed by the undoing of a few top buttons.

‘Any more,’ he said, into the shell of your ear, ‘and I’ll be too indecent to stay.’

You twisted the third button between your finger and thumb, let him sway you from the anchor of his thigh. ‘Maybe that’s the plan,’ you teased.

‘You’re bored already, mi cielo?’

‘Bored, no.’ Hands down his chest, nails to the cotton, then back up and around his neck. ‘I’m distracted.’

That pleased him, sent a smirk onto his lips and lost half an inch of space between you, not that it was possible to be any closer than you already were. ‘One more drink,’ he bartered, ‘and then we’ll go home, bien?’

It was a fair deal, a fun one that snaked into your chest and blurred the senses. Filled you to the brim with lust, happiness, smoky indulgence that you’d never stop craving. You peeled apart from him and followed the feeling to the bar. Another of the same, you told the guy behind it, smiling as you said it, room spinning, pulsing. Overhead lights going in so many colours that the man looked like he was made of water, reflecting everything back at you, moving despite being stationary. He poured and you watched. Handed you the drinks and expected no payment in return, because it went on the tab, as always. He knew Amado near enough as well as you do.

When you arrived back to your spot, Amado was turned away from you, watching a man split the crowd in the opposite direction. You tapped his bicep with the drink you’d brought him.

‘Who was that?’ you asked, following the question with a sip of your own. The cocktails were long past tasting of alcohol, it was just juice and fizz and sugar by then.

‘Ah, no-one.’ He took his own and nodded a thank-you. ‘Just some guy jealous of my date.’

‘Pfft, be quiet.’ If you weren’t both holding drinks, you’d have batted his arm for being so ridiculous, and so smug about it too. Instead, his dumb smile infected you, curling your lips though you tried to fight it. ‘You can’t flirt your way out of every secret, guapo.’

‘I can try.’

His arm went around your waist, forearm hot against the already warm skin between your shirt and your pants. Heat to heat. He put his lips to yours. You let him pull you into the kiss willingly, tongue chasing tongue. The edge of alcohol was there in his mouth, where it wasn’t in your glass, and you drank readily. Eagerly.

And then the gun went off; one shot to start with, so loud and unexpected that you sprung away from everything: Amado, your drink, the foot of space you’d been occupying. Your body acted before you’d even recognised it as a gunshot. Heart pounding through your chest, eyes running the course of the room.

‘Oye, pendejo,’ is all Amado said, at first. He put it under his breath, far too casual for the situation, like it was just a mild inconvenience to him. A fly in his beer. His palm found your back, at the base of your spine, fingers stretching to pull you to him again. I’m here, it said, nothing to worry about yet. ‘Let’s go, yeah? That way.’

‘Amado, what…?’

You know how you must’ve looked, wide eyed, frozen and deer-like. With the people fleeing around you and the flashing of the lights, you couldn’t even see who it was on the assault. Just heard the pop, the bang, the burst of screaming patrons that followed it.

Another rang out then, closer this time, and you know it was pointed at the ceiling now, because it crumbled overhead. Dust and glass and plastic. It littered your hair before Amado had chance to shield you from it. You aren’t ashamed to admit that a scream pierced out of you too, raw and unlike any noise you’ve made before, but still, Amado barely flinched. His arm went up, a second too late, and over your head, his body purposely put between you and the shooter.

‘That way, amor,’ he said again, steady as anything. ‘We’ll take the door out the back, okay?’

A third gunshot went into the roof, followed by his name shouted above the racket of it all. Whoever it was, he was mad, ravenous.

You had no more questions left in you, just blind, terrified obedience. You let Amado turn you, hands to your biceps, away from the chaos and guide you through the scattering crowd. Past the bar, through the store rooms you were never supposed to see, and out of the weighted fire door with little other explanation. The transition happened so fast, a blur, a stumble, that you only realised how far you’d come once the wall of cold hit you on the other side.

You were out. The club sat behind you, braying with noise. You felt like your lungs had stayed there, where you had been, on the sticky floor of the club. You couldn’t do anything but gasp, your chest didn’t fill no matter how hard you tried. Just half-breath, after half-breath.

Amado shut the door, firmly, and the riot went with it, muffled behind the thick plating of the fire-exit. ‘You okay?’ he asked, but you couldn’t answer him yet. You were still working on the breathing part. ‘My love.’ He moved so that he could stand in front of you. ‘Easy, amor. One breath and hold it, hm? You can do that.’

You tried. Sucked in as much air as you could and held it, eyes on his, counting as he did in the cold night, until he gave you the nod to exhale again. It helped. You repeated it, one breath at a time together.

He looked un-phased, slightly damp at the forehead, black hair pressed to his temples, but that was there from the dancing anyway. You could’ve been stepping out for a smoke, from the looks of him. Tucking behind the commercial sized dumpsters for the sake of privacy. It was only the shake of your hands that dispelled the possibility.

‘Who was that, Amado?’

‘I told you. Some güey, celoso de mí.’

You shoved him; it wasn’t like you, but it sprung out anyway, clumsy palms to his chest, new, hot anger behind your ears. ‘Don’t bullshit me, Amado. Someone fucking shot at us.’

And that was new. That was something your friends had told you would happen, but had never touched you before then.

Your anger rolled off him, bounced from the black shirt to the black night around you both. He couldn’t blame you for it. You could see in his face that he understood. ‘He was only trying to scare me,’ he reasoned, ‘scare you. Asshole’s too reckless for his own good.’

‘Who?’ you insist. ‘Who the fuck?’

And then the door swung open, breaking your solitude, handle hitting the bricks hard enough to spit dust into the air.

Rafa, possessed and lurching forward, with the gun in his hand still.

You can’t get in the way fast enough, the barrel is to Amado’s head in an instant. He inches to the trigger—

And that’s where you wake up, where reality twists into the surreal and you’re able to jump yourself free. That didn’t happen, there were shots, yes, an escape through the back, but Rafa never followed the two of you out. You never saw him, never saw the flash of metal to Amado’s head, that’s just the bullshit that’s come since. The dream that comes back every night; a memory you’ve tried to forget, with some sick twist plastered onto the end of it, just to grind salt into the wound. Just to make it all worse.

‘Amado?’ You find yourself dry-throated and unable to call any louder. He isn’t beside you, but the sheets are pulled back from where he’s been and left. The bedside lamp is on still. You force a swallow and try again, ‘Amado?’

In a moment he’s there, in the doorway of his bedroom, robe open and chest bare. He looks more worried now than he did a week ago, under the crumbling ceiling, in the face of danger. He looks at you like Rafa’s bullet had found somewhere worthwhile to land. ‘Sorry,’ he says, pulling forward without needing an explanation. ‘I was making a call.’

You dismiss the apology. It’s fine, you don’t want him to feel like he can’t leave your side, no matter how recurring the nightmare is. ‘That fucking dream again,’ you mutter, feeling the tightness lift as he sits by your legs. The mattress goes down, your chest goes out, one deep breath after the other. ‘Every night, I’m there again.’

His hand goes to your face, fingertips brushing the shortest parts of your hair behind your ear. ‘It’ll get better.’

‘Will it?’

‘Easier,’ he corrects. ‘With time.’

You resist the urge to throw yourself back onto the pillows in frustration. You shouldn’t need time, you shouldn’t be robbing him and yourself of sleep each night. ‘Nothing even happened, Amado. No-one was hurt.’ Your voice thins. ‘I never even saw him.’

Amado had. Tall enough to see over the ducked heads and fleeing bodies, but he’d kept it to himself until you were home, back at his place and away from danger. Where you’re safe, he’d told you, and why does it matter who it was? Rafa is no-one to you. To us.

‘Why sit and torture yourself any more than your dreams do?’ he asks, letting his hands settle on the bed either side of your thighs. ‘It’s normal to be afraid. Pendejo was shooting up a club.’

‘But you aren’t—’

He cuts you off, voice calm and even, ‘And who am I, then? A normal guy?’ He’s used to it, he means, he shouldn’t be, but he is. Guns and chaos. They follow him like fire and smoke.

‘I just hate,’ you try, unable to meet his gaze suddenly. ‘I hate expecting this of you. We’re supposed to be having fun, not, not this.’ You gesture to yourself, to the bed that feels more palliative care than honeymoon right now. Things aren’t how they used to be between the two of you, no matter how hard you try to fix it.

When you look up again, he’s smiling faintly, face warm in the sunset of the bedside lamp. ‘Amor,’ he says, ‘I would never sleep again if that’s what it took.’

You scoff.

‘I’m serious.’ He shrugs. ‘I have books I’ve been meaning to read, I can stay up and keep the dreams away, if you need me to.’

‘You’re ridiculous,’ you tell him, but you’re smiling, just about. The nightmare feels worlds away when he talks like that, put quiet behind the fire-exit again.

‘Pues, that’s love, no?’ He leans forward, presses a kiss to your cheek, then your lips. ‘Making men ridiculous.’

‘Sí,’ you breathe, into the stubble across his chin, ‘I suppose so.’

‘Get some rest,’ he says, before offering a final taste. ‘I’ll be here when you wake up.’

It won’t make all the difference, but it’s enough to get you halfway.

#amado carrillo fuentes x reader #amado x reader #narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico fanfic #whumpril2023 #whumpril #tw: rafa nonsense without explanation LMAO #im not bothering with plot continuity at ALLLLLLL #pov you are sofia #j`khgkzldhfg

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mmasalva · 2 years

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SONG: La Camisa Negra — Juanes

#jose maria yazpik #amado carrillo fuentes #narcos mexico #narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico x reader

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imgeekgirlfan · 1 year

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I'm just curious why The "Narcos Mexico Writer" chose Cubanita for Amando's love interest rather than a Mexican girl.until I realized that many women in Juárez(by the time when Amando took over the Juarez Cartel) were murdered every day. so that the reason ; he had few options for women and finally end up with woman from another country

#narcos mexico #Amado Carrillo Fuentes #narcos #netflix #this shit is scared me #narcos mexico imagine

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narcosmx · 1 year

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being amado carrillo fuentes' younger sister would include:

a/n: forehead kisses to the anon who suggested this

okay i love this idea

this idea originated from another request made where dina's bff falls for benjamin

but the idea of being amado's younger sister still had my wheels turning

so when i imagine amado being an older brother to you, he tries his best to be hands off

whether that's because he's too busy or he knows he taught you to be a tough bitch regardless his vibes are like

if you need me to clean up your mess, obvi i will but if you could handle your own shit that would be beautiful

like i talked about before, very gives you money and blesses you because at least someone should be having fun with his money

like i'm just remembering the times amado just looked at his huge ass house in like... disinterest and i see him using you to like live vicariously through your happiness

he might not be excited about the house but seeing you be excited about it is more than enough for him

so i'm just imagining you truly like being unleashed on mexico with whatever you could fucking ask for

truly a menace to society and men across mexico

which i think lends itself well to being best friends with ramon too can you just imagine the lady killer and the man eater teaming up

idk why i get man eater vibes from amado's sister, i just do

okay tell me why i have this situation stuck in my head

amado goes into this fucking night club ready to just like let loose you know

and he's getting a drink, scoping out who he's going to take home that night and right as he's about to swoop in with this one chick

he hears it, he hears a laugh that he would recognize from like 5 miles away

bitch wips his head around and sees you giggling it up in the fucking vip section with this guy

of fucking COURSE you would both fucking end up at the same club

and so he starts like barraling over to where you are, not even to fuck up the guy just to be like "what the fuck this is my place" because sibling dynamics never fucking die

so he comes over and he's giving you a what the fuck look and the guy next to you his eyes go fucKING HUGE

scared shitless that he just made a move on amado's girl and you just like give him a nod and are like "que pasa, hermano"

and he's about to go off on you and he just looks at this terrified dude and shoos him away "quitate, cabron" he like dismisses before taking a seat next to you

"what the fuck are you doing here"

"well not trying to have a good time but i guess you have different fucking ideas"

"this is MY place, i don't want to be taking care of you all night"

and you scoffing and being like "the fuck, then dont? or go find another disco"

i'm just laughing at the idea of like you swearing just as much as your freaking brothers

or or or another idea

okay amado complaining to you about how he's not getting acosta to go along with this fucking plan that he has right, talking about how he doesn't know how he's going to string him along to this

so you take it upon yourself to pay acosta a visit to smooth things over

just picture this as you will

exhausted pissed off amado coming out of his car and approaching acosta's place to be stopped by one of his men and being like "acosta is entertaning right now, he has a woman back there"

amado's like tired of this shit and demands to be taken over

he turns the corner and he sees you and acosta sipping on tequila just fucking laughing it up

and amado is like "what fucking woman, that's my sister"

"ay llego tontin" you greet, acosta fucking bent over laughing and amado is sitting there rubbing his face like what the fuck is happening here

but in the process, acosta is telling amado about how he should've told him he had a much prettier sisters with much better ideas (just amado's ideas repackeged to acosta) LOL

and amado is sitting there like truly what the actual fuck but i will take it

as you're walking out with amado he's like pushing your head in frustration "hoy si te pasaste de verga" he like whisper yells at you before turning back to acosta and being like "thank you" LOLOL

whispers someone tell me who his love interest should be

#narcos mexico #narcos mexico headcannons #amado carillo fuentes

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doobiebochana · 3 years

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the song choice explains itself 🧎🏻‍♀️

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sc: @mmasalva

ac: stereoaudios on ig

#amado carrillo fuentes #amado carrillo fuentes x reader #amado carrillo imagine #narcos mexico edit #narcos edit #narcos #narcos mexico #to be clear THE ACTOR IS HOT OKAY #NOT THE FCKING REAL PERSON 🤢

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moonlesslights · 3 years

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Only love can hurt like this (Amado Carrillo x Reader)

Summary: Carrillo drags you to an unprevisted mission where the decision of which side you are on is finally in your hands.

(Reader is an agent of the DEA, and we are ubicated in Mexico for this).

Warnings: Love triangle (AmadoxReaderxHoracio), some mentions of sex, angst, fluff.

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“There is nothing here” You whisper, not knowing if you are trying to convice Horacio or yourself.

In front of you, the house you have walked in so many times takes form between shadows of the rising sunset. You have memories in every corner of every room, laughs echoing in your ears, words you still carry next to your heart.

“He is. And he is not going anywhere” He scoffs back, making his way two steps ahead of you.

Your eyes wander to the windows surrounding the lounge you were into right know, watching from the second floor the silhouettes of the men Coronel Carillo trusted the most and their cars parked among the beautiful gardens of the house. You clench your jaw trying so hard to stop the frowning taking place on your features; but you just can’t fight it for too long. This isn’t your home, you wanted to say, leave us alone.

“It is still hot” Your head turns to Horacio again, following his voice. The man kicks down some logs off the fireplace only to reaveal incandescent ashes that are fired through the room. “He is here.”

You feel your stomach sinking, hurting. No. He can’t be here. He knew it was too dangerous, he knew it wasn’t safe to be in this city while Carrillo was looking for him... But he also knew you were here. “You really think he is going to leave you here?” You could hear your brother repeating those words to you. Felix’s face pointing to Amado playing with his kids and María at the table. “Traes a ese bato de los huevos”

Maybe you should have insisted more, maybe you should have screamed at him until he took all of his damn black shirts and got his ass up on a plane to the center of the jungle. But no, you got lost trying to eliminate all of the evidence of him and the Arellano brothers, trying so hard to lead Horacio away from them that you ended up missing the moment you failed... And the Coronel found his own way to Amado. El cabrón that never left.

“Where is your gun?”

“Uh?”

Carrillo raises an eyebrow and your gaze drops to your hands, empty. Weight on you hip is the only thing that warns you about your gun still on its rest position. Of course, you walked in this house without even feeling the impulse of taking it out of there, like you would even use it.

“I’m sorry” You answer vaguely, not being able to look into his eyes.

“We have little time before someone alerts we are here, I need you with me.” The words hit you like a train. You frown.

“You need me?” You think, wanting to spit in his face. “Now you need me?”. Your hands still clench in fury to remember his voice telling you then, in Colombia, that you just couldn’t be in his team anymore, not only breaking up with you in that very moment, almost in front of Javier and Steve; but also telling how distracting you were for him, how the relationship was only messing up everything. Yes, you still remember screaming in frustration when he prevented you to go on the mission Pablo was shot to dead, watching your work melting into nothing when your name just disappeared between the agents that helped to catch him.

The voice of Felix at the other side of the line, telling you that it was better for you to be out of sight, that he knew everything you did, that you accomplished your own mission and your Cali’ friends will be very happy with the news, it wasn’t enough.

You did hate Pablo Escobar. He was a murderer, a guy that didn’t deserve anything in life, and when you and Javi spent years together, risking everything only to bring justice, crying at night when it was all too much, seeing the sun rise in front of the office after you two stayed the whole night just in need a god damn track; well, you got hopeful it would be you three who’ll catch him. And hope it is always a double sided coin.

So when Horacio took the lead and in the blink of an eye, you fell in love with the same man that would break your heart twice, things started to get out of hand. Thinking it would be on your favor knowing him, getting involve, so you could always be part of the investigation, to know the next move and alert Pacho and the others of being necessary, you grow close to him. And it was okay, it was working, yes; until Carrillo kissed you and your world fell apart.

You loved him. There is nothing to argue about it. But you also learned to hate him. So much. Because when you finally thought it was all behind, that he wouldn’t bring any more grief to your life, he followed you home, in Mexico. And now he wasn’t chasing Pablo, now he wasn’t asking you to catch a terroris t. Now he was chasing your brother, now he was asking you to catch your lover. And it would be a total lie to say that that fact didn’t complete piss you off.

“We should split up.” You suggest, looking at him. “It would be easy to find him”

He chuckles, gazing at you from the corner of his eye.

“And would you tell me you found him?” He asks.

“What?”

“Would you tell me you found him?” He repeats, walking a few steps on your direction.

“Yes. What the hell are you talking about?” You speak back.

He then remains quiet, looking at you with an indescifrable expression. Your heart is racing in your chest, thinking about all the possibilities of the mean of his words. He hardens his features, pursing his lips before he states:

“I don’t trust you”.

You have to fight the smile threatening to climb onto your face.

“I don’t trust you either.” He nods, lowering his eyes for imperceptible seconds.

“We are not splitting up. I’m going to put a bullet in his skull when I find him.” Carrillo mutters, sarcastic.

You have known him for so long and you still don’t get used to how easy he takes being in life or death situations. Because you are not, because you want to throw up at the security in his statement.

“I don’t think there’s a need for that.” Good God.

Your breath gets stuck in your lungs. So hard it makes your chest hurt as you feel the color draining from your face.

Even when Horacio turns to the stairs at your back and raises his gun ready to pull the trigger, it takes you a good few seconds just to collect the right amount of courage to look back.

You know it is going to be him there, you knew his voice, you knew the feeling of his presence in the back of your neck. Amado, Amado, Amado…

The thing is: Nothing of it matters, because the moment you see his eyes narrowing at you in the growing darkness, you still feel a bullet hitting your throat in the most cruel and painful way.

“Get down!” It is the scream right beside your ear that makes you look away, wake up again to this reality.

“I’m unarmed.” Amado assures, maintaining his hands up and open.

“Don’t fucking move.” Carrillo warns anyways, taking careful steps in his direction.

You look at him, incapable of doing shit. Your brain working as fast as it can, looking for options, for answers and an scape plan for fucking Tontín.

“I’m here. This doesn’t have to take any more lives.” Amado keeps his voice low, certain. “It’s me who you want.”

“I don’t think I can agree with that.” The Coronel tilts his head, raising the gun up to Amado’s head. “Some of your men may be more open to talk than you.”

Amado keeps and indifferent expression but you can see his features darkening.

“The men here haven’t killed or done anything, some of them are kids. Let them go and I’ll talk.”

You look at him and his eyes are directed to you for only a millisecond, and your heart crushes in your chest. Ah.

He wasn’t just trying to protect his men, he was trying to protect you. Of course he knew his men were loyal, but Carrillo was here, and the man was only good for one thing: torture. And not even all the money in the world was going to keep everyone with the mouth close. Your name was going to fall, one way or another. And it would be all over.

But I won’t, he wanted to tell you, you are safe with me, because I won’t tell how many times I have loved you behind these walls. Observing your silhouette from his position, he can feel you. Closing his eyes, he can still see you there.

Amado’s eyes go to look to the windows, the sound of careful steps and indistinct chatters just confirm his thoughts. There were too few men around the house for this to be an authorized operation. Carrillo was too smart to let this pass once he knew he was here, obviously not wanting to ask for an order and risk his intentions to be known by Amado.

“I don’t think you don’t know how this is going to work, malparido.” The Coronel smirks.

“Believe me, let them go and most of them will keep their mouth shut when others like me come looking for you.” Amado tilts his head “Te va a comprar tiempo, pues.”

“What are you playing to?” Horacio asks, more to himself this time.

Amado gulps, pursing his lips. With a gun pointed to his head, pointed by no one else than the Coronel Horacio Carrillo, he expected cold sweat on his temple, fingers tingling or racing heart bumping in his chest… But nothing was happening. Rhythmically, the muscle beats one, two, three times and it doesn’t seem to flinch at the thought: This is it.

The reason was, probably, too well know by his own mind that didn’t bother him anymore. It never did, it just came for him one day, looking at you sleeping on the passenger seat, snoring softly, when his chest got warm at the realization: You were totally asleep, unconscious and indifferent of his actions at the wheel. You trusted him that, you fell asleep knowing you will be okay with him there. It was that day he continued his way making everything on his power to make himself sure that you didn’t make a mistake. Not with him. That choosing him was the right decision.

“La suerte se acaba, sooner or later, Coronel.” He comforts, drawing his eyebrows together. “And let’s be honest, this was a good strike, but it wasn’t the cleanest one, verdad?”

Horacio wasn’t a man know for fearing of the system nor his superiors, but this was Mexico, and things were so different here. If Amado gets to the police, he’s not putting a single foot in jail, in less than an hour he would be out in the street again, that’s exactly why he decided to make of this operation his call: He’s not taking Amado to the justice, he’s only going to a damp basement where he will be interrogated in a much more effective way. And even though he’s eager for answers, the process isn’t safe, the operation was risky and his name will figure as the top enemy again.

Mistakes were and will be done. And he can’t get killed for it, not yet.

“We’ll see what can we do for your men. No more than little rats between all this, right?” Carrillo mocks, now, inspecting Amado’s position, who nods at his words.

What are you doing?, What were you thinking?, you want to ask, scream, at him. How was he so confortable with that idea right now?, all while you plead for some kind of miracle, to wake up, to make everyone forget, to just fucking get shot just so he can take the distraction and run from Horacio.

But nothing happens, and your options start to disappear with the same facility they came in.

Then, Carrillo looks at you, frowning. His free hand moves and gives you a sign to get close.

“Give me the handcuffs.” He orders, pointing to the metal piece on your hip.

Your hand tries to reach for the safety at least two times before you get it right. Yes, it is until that moment that you realize how bad your trembling is. Horacio was going to notice and you just were so fucking scared.

You never thought this day would come, maybe, that you would’ve been here, seeing how Amado Carrillo Fuentes gets handcuffed by one of the most feared men in the Narco’s world. That you would see his fall. You just never thought today, in the morning, while drinking your coffee and staring at his photo on one of the blackboards, that ten hours later you would be seeing him in person again, like this.

The thing is, when you came back to Mexico and began to know and catch up on what your brother had been building here, you weren’t really looking for someone. Specially not after what happened with Horacio. But you did know Amado, you always did: He talked with Pacho a lot while you were undercover in Colombia. You and the Cali guys tended to laugh at how oblivious Amado was that the girl sitting with them at the business table was no less than Miguel Ángel’ sister.

So obviously, when you came back and Amado was told everything, he was pissed. He ranted about how little trust was put on him and how all of the plazas would be hearing about the audacity… Until they didn’t.

He did, in fact, not speak to Felix for about two weeks until he began to listen and understand motives, but mostly because he visited you a lot and you were living in Miguel’s house, so he had to see his stupid face all the time. And also, you could add, Felix was clueless Amado was mad at him, so he talked to him like nothing was happening while your favorite guy in black held himself from throwing hands.

So he stayed. You both got to know each other more, talking for hours about everything you could think of: your childhood, your friends, the business, y’know, even gossiping about all of the plazas. You could listen to him every day, ranting about the problems with the planes, with the routes, with an asshole that let himself catch, anything; oh, but you never get to listen when he talked with Mayo and Felix about how smart you were, how beautiful you looked wishing for the printer to die or how your voice was so calming to hear. You never saw how he looked at you, how he started to fall in love with your kindness and curiosity for everything, for your adoration to the smallest things in life.

You were so different from anything he had seen before. So clumsy that he wondered how the hell you were still alive. So determined he would choose you to lead all the god damn plazas if you wanted. You trusted to much that he was scared someone would hurt you. You were so cunning he trusted in every choice you made, following you blindfolded.

So, this time, he didn’t doubt to nod at you when the handcuffs were hanging from your fingers, Carrillo already outstretching towards them. “Está bien” he motions, “está bien”… Except, it wasn’t.

The metal slips off your skin, colliding against the wooden floor at your feet in two hits that freeze these very seconds. Horacio’s eyes follow the artefact on its way down, slowly starting to frown at the action while you gaze at Amado, trapped in his dark pupils. One hit. “No” He motions again, facing the defeat. “When did I ever listen to you?, when did you ever listen?” You wish to ask. Two hits.

In just what for you now it’s a reflect, your hand reaches for the grip of your gun, taking it out when Amado’s firm voice shouts a short and demanding “No!” at you.

Carrillo’s expression changes with violence, glancing at the Narco’ Lord an instant before the cold canyon holded in your hands its pointed to his very temple. A click accompanying the movement of your thumb gives him the one clear sign.

Carrillo raises his eyebrows, letting his lips part for a desperate gulp of air. His eyes focus slowly on you and his loaded hand wavers in its position. The surprise that seizes his expression allows you to see that side of him, so vulnerable, that for so long you wished to be able to touch, even if it was for a few mere seconds.

“What are you doing?” His voice is purely a whisper above the wind. You open your mouth, believing you could just explain, that you could make up a valid excuse to betray everything and everyone you ever fought for. But you can’t make a single noise and Horacio disbelief starts to hit on his gut “Are you fucking kidding me!?”

You flinch a step back as an instinct, but your finger keeps a safe pressure on the trigger. You wish you could look at Amado but the fear of any movements Carrillo could make during just a second of your distraction keeps your eyes glued to his face. A betrayed face.

How dare he look so hurt?, with his brows drawn together and his lips parted. You can swear if you listened closely, his racing heartbeat would echo off the walls. And the vision is killing you, because three years ago you would have sworn that you would share your entire life with this man; because two years ago you shared the same expression that his face bears now. And it was killing you.

Amado tries to move, stomping towards you calmly, the floorboards creaking under his weight. Horacio reaffirms the gun in his hand, turning to see him threateningly, rectifying in an expression that he would not hesitate to pull the trigger right there if Amado gave him a sufficient excuse to do so.

"Coronel, is everything okay, sir?" Footsteps approaching at alarming speed from the ground floor crown the damn situation. "Coronel, shall we proceed with immediate support?"

Your face pales at the threat of the intruder about to enter the room. Horacio's eyes remain looking at you, he doesn't flinch for a second and it's because he knows, because he must know that as soon as that soldier puts both feet on the last step, the situation will turn 180 degrees. He will have the upper hand again and it would be game over for you and Amado.

But Carrillo's head was far from starting to think about the only option in which you could. The voice coming up the stairs is distant but it awakens his senses quickly, senses that seemed numbed to the one now holding a gun to his head. What are you doing, what are you doing, what are you doing...?

The second step in line creaked under the weight of a soldier, but the voices below told him that more than one were following him. His eyes dart at the shadows that kept asking for an answer to his name; just for a second, before returning to the front and losing the air when colliding, stopping against your wet lashes and suffocating irises that seemed to want to drink him whole.

Remember. He remembers. Everything. The sunny morning of the first day he saw you, scolding Javier Peña for not having ordered the documents the office needed while Agent Murphy held his stomach, laughing at the top of his lungs. He remembers the way your eyes found his... The way you smiled. Without warning, without a reason: You saw him and you smiled. Welcoming him so simply, so informally, it seemed like he was approaching an old group of friends rather than the officers tasked with telling him where to shoot.

He shook your hand and listened to every word that left your lips, amazed at the ease with which you handled any topic in the investigation, laying out information on each of the targets and expanding all the cards on the table before he could even think of one.

You were so different from anything he had ever seen before. A little light of hope among the horror that was lived. A pause for the restlessness of his nights, when you two spent hours locked in a car praying that the targets would just decide to leave their home at any given moment. Moons passed for the first time you made him laugh, other suns more when he decided to tell you the only joke he seemed to know, only in an attempt to be the cause of that thunderous laugh that characterized you. That was also the first day you hugged him goodbye, just like you did with Murphy and Peña, just like he hadn't hugged anyone in a long time. And you smiled, again, all the time; making him search for you like a fucking teenager.

And then he saw you crying, for the first time, and realized that he cared about you, that it hurt him, and that helplessness bothered him. And then he kissed you, for the first time, and realized that he had fallen in love with you, that between sheets and long nights, the only thing he wanted to see there before closing his eyes were you. And so, when you ventured into an ambush with the DEA and one of the hitmen managed to put two bullets in your body, things became clear right in front of him. The way he yelled at Javier for having carried out such a mission without his knowledge, for having put your life in danger in that way... Everything coincided with his heart wanting to escape from his own chest. Because when he saw you, asleep, breathing heavily, his soul was crushed; and when your eyelids fluttered limply at him, and your eyes shone at the sight of him, his legs went weak. And he realized that he loved you, with every little bit of his entire strength, he loved you.

So it wasn't fair, he knew, it wasn't fair for him to cut you off from the investigation and his team in a vile attempt to protect you, to keep safe the one thing that kept him fighting. It was selfish and ruin, but it was the only thing that would keep you alive. And with the list of attacks on those involved in Pablo's arrest growing daily, his mind was made up. You were out.

And what better than closing with a flourish and ending the relationship once and for all? You would never be able to forgive him, in any way, and he would become the main target for many in a short time. One thing is offset by the other and you, safe. He was determined, he was sure that in the end, all this would keep you out. But my God, with you nothing could ever be so easy.

After Javier was removed from the investigation, you were sure that they were not going to do the same to you. Out of loyalty to your brother and for screwing Horacio up even more in a game where he thought he was the only shooter... You weren't going to leave Colombia.

And he should have expected it, but he didn't. And he hated you for every time you called a superior to preserve a position, whatever it was, within the team. And he adored you even more for the way you stood up to him, the way you dusted yourself off and told him to go to hell.

So that was the problem, wasn't it? He adored every little bit of you, admired you, loved you. He loved your determination, your freedom, and who was he then to change you? If it was him alone who got stuck in time, loving on as cold as christmas eve, who was he to force you?... The problem then is no longer the DEA, it is no longer Pablo or the hit men, it is no longer pride or selfishness; The problem is that he kept loving you while you held a gun to his head.

And there was nothing he wanted to do to change it.

"Stop!" He exclaims suddenly, causing Amado and you to jump in your place. "Everything is well here, soldier, return to your position."

Silence fills the next few seconds, quickening the hearts of everyone present there.

"Are you sure, Coronel?"

"Agent Y/L/N here accidentally hit me hard, but I don't see why I have to be explaining myself just so my orders can be carried out, soldier."

That was it, that tone. The great Coronel Carrillo and his unquestionable presence. Ask one more question and you'll have your bags already packed outside your room. No one was against him, no one except, maybe... you.

"Yes, Coronel. Immediately." One of the uniformed men downstairs answers.

Each step that seems to sound further and further away becomes a soothing rhythm for your heart. However, your head continues to throb and cold sweat trickles down your temples little by little.

What now? You want to ask, what are we going to do?... What are you going to do?

But it is neither Horacio nor you who decide to speak first, but Amado. The only idiot without any weapon is the one who decides to take the lead in the game, taking it in directions that you wish would never have been an option.

"Ey, ya estuvo, ¿no?" The dark-haired man's voice joins in a whisper to his hands lowering to a more comfortable position. "You know what's going on here, right? It's over now."

"Amado..." The desperation in your voice goes unnoticed by Horacio, but your call makes the pilot's muscles tense. Still, his gaze remains directed at the other man.

"Si la agarran, la matan, cabrón." Amado snaps, frowning. His hand reaches out the window, pointing at the little of the Coronel's men he could see in the darkness. "Or what? Do you think that if one of my people gets her name out, they'll be very happy? They won't even let her get to jail, le van a meter un tiro un pendejo día y ya.”

Carrillo clenches his jaw, refusing to respond to Amado's threat, refusing to agree with him as much as this mattered to him. But the pilot had had enough, and if the feds or anyone else even thought to show up, everything would go to hell. He didn't have time to play this fucking game.

"This is over now." He repeats, looking to hit the target. "Tell them to release my men and you have me..." The Coronel's gaze travels from your position to Amado's, slowly, almost listening to the running of the blood through the arteries. The pilot gulps. "I'm going to give them everything they want... Names, locations, todo el pinche paquete, pues..."

“No.”

“¿Qué?”

“No.” Carrillo states again. His eyes are fire and his hand is so tense that you fear the movements of the digit on the trigger.

Horacio then bends his knees and stretches to take the handcuffs that were still resting a few centimeters from your feet. The sound of metal clashes between the pieces of the artifact echo in your ears, a chill becoming present with each one of them.

“I don’t give a damn about the names and the fucking rats that work with you, i’m sure they’re going to be very happy about the trash taking itself out of the competence…” He looks at you for a brief moment before putting his own gun to his belt again and getting closer to Amado, only the right amount of steps to take his hands and getting the handcuffs around his wrists. “But you’re not going to a fucking interrogatory, you’re not going with the americans. I know your type: you will say anything to get yourself out, information of false importance that would make us look in the other way.”

“I know I’m not getting out.” Amado corrects, closing his eyes for a second and then looking at the Coronel.

And that hits you. The calmness in Amado's voice makes you bite your lower lip only to not release a sharp cry when the meaning of his words clings onto your chest. But you can help the anxiety that runs through your entire system, weakening you; your brain stuck with the only thought the kind eyes of Amado can cause you: I’m going to lose you. I’m going to lose you.

I can’t lose you.

The metallic pieces emit a soft "click" when they finish adjusting to the pilot's skin. The shock of that very fact draws your attention to your own hand and the trigger under your finger. And the world froze: Were you going to pull it? When? Now?... Were you going to kill Horacio?

And then, he found you, just like he did years ago, just like he did every time you needed. He stood there, ready to catch you, now and again. Amado’s eyes were looking in your direction, full and dark lashes on a tired gaze, bringing you back to him, only to him and his small glimpse of a smile on his face. This is it, you feel in your chest, this connection. This love that consumes every part of me when I’m with you. The moon makes a beautiful reflection on his eyes, parting in a thousand stars that dance on the blackness of his pupils. He wants to talk to you, to kiss you, but his eyes are telling everything, you can hear his voice running through your veins: Eres el regalito más hermoso que Dios me pudo haber enviado.

You remember, everything. The way you both fell in love with each other before even touching, the way he made you feel like home every time you were with him. And he learned to love you in so many different ways: by your intelligence, always supporting you, marveling himself by how smart you were; by your personality, always so happy, so lovely, so, so much you; by your body, loving every morning that you came downstairs with a beautiful summer dress, or maybe just his t-shirt and panties, or your work clothes, he was just so glad you were the first thing he saw when he wakes up.

And you can’t deny how much love you have for him. Because, spending entire nights watching movies, making love, sleeping so close you lose consciousness of where your body ended and his started, laughing. Days riding horses on some of your dates, when he took you to watch the sunrise en la sierra, kneeling before you, nervous as you had never seen him, but with a smile so bright that could overshadow the sun itself: “I know we can’t get married, not now, I know that we can’t wear rings as a couple should, but now, I’m just asking you that you let me wear this necklace on me…” He showed it to you, a beautiful golden necklace with a cross with two little rings crossed over its center. Your eyes were watery. “To let me have it next to my heart because I’m tired of not having something on me to prove that your with me all the time. I’m asking you to marry me, without papers, without anything, just us and God be witness, to let me have you as my wife for the rest of my life…”

‘Yes’ wasn’t enough, it will never be. And when he told you you didn’t need to wear a necklace if you didn’t want to, you knew you could cry, telling him: “But I do want one…”.

You were wearing it right now, under your shirt, cold against your skin, and burning still. And you love it so much, you loved him so much… So much that you would think it hurts, but it doesn’t. That’s the thing with the right one, isn’t it?, he gives you so much calm, so much safety, he loves you and lets you love him, making a daily lunch before going to work, the greatest gift of all.

And you can’t lose it.

But when you look at him again, feeling the salty tears burning on your lips, he asks you for it: Déjame hacer esto. Let me keep you safe.

“Good. Then I don’t have to worry you don’t know where are you going.” Horacio spills, looking directly to Amado’s face.

You came too late into my life, and you are leaving me too soon, you wanted to plead.

Amado wants to reassure you, smile at you and let you know that he knows. “Horacio Carrillo is going to kill me, I know, and he’s going to enjoy every second of it, but I promise I would hold on to your memory ‘till my last breath, so this love will be the last thing I can feel.”

“Let’s get you out of here, shall we?” The coronel murmurs, stepping back. “Your stupidity will get you on the river later.”

And that’s it for you.

You frown, Amado opens his mouth, but your mind was made up. The gun spins on your hand and with a movement so sudden and dry, the thud awakens your senses to the moment the body of Coronel Carrillo drops to the floor. Now, that was a little bit louder.

“What the hell are you doing?” Amado snaps, raising his brows at you.

“I could ask you the same damn thing.” You purse your lips, looking at the floor. “He will be fine, it was just a hit.”

Amado starts shaking his head, frowning with a growing concern. His hands try to reach you but the handcuffs force him to reconsider that choice.

“You need to let me do this, or you will loose all of this” He whispers, desperation filling his voice.

“I can’t let you go with Horacio.” You shake your head, slow. “I can’t.”

“This is the only way…” He hurries.

“No.” You frown.

Your eyes wander to the windows, then to the house you’re in: watching the memories in the pictures on the walls, the soft couches, the furniture full of ornaments, the easiness of breathing there…

“Amor…”

“It can’t be that bad, right?” Amado looks at you, tilting his head. “Living together, I mean. We can try to stand each other for some years.”

The pilot starts shaking his head, slow. Like thinking he didn’t listen right.

“You love your job.” He whispers, looking at you, trying to understand what you’re thinking.

“But I love my family even more.”

...

“Get out the way!, The Coronel is hurt, please take him to the hospital!” Your screams gets everyone moving.

“Where do you want us to take a este cabrón?” A soldier asks, pointing with his head at Amado, handcuffed in front of you.

“I’ll take him. I need all of you clearing this site and releasing every worker.”

“But...”

“Orders of the Coronel.” You rush. “C’mon soldier.”

“Yes, agent. Do you need someone that help you with him?”

“No. I can do it. We need the maximum discretion.” He nods, still quite unsure of your decision.

You and Amado get into the car you arrived in with Horacio. He can’t help a smile crossing his face once you’re in. Running away with your lover... That’s something you still didn’t tought you were going to do sometime.

And hell, doesn’t it feels right?

...

The Coronel didn’t take that long to wake up. A horrific headache and a loose prisioner are the only things he registers before the soldiers already asking questions.

He sits up, taking his face between his hands and asking for some space. Everything feels like moving and the colors are still blurry in front of his eyes. Only a sentence is what makes him go back to reality:

“Agent Y/L/N took Amado Carrillo with her, do you want us to send some more protection for the site and for her?”

“What?”

“Yes. Agent Y/L/N took Amado Carrillo...”

“Did she?”

“Yes, Coronel.” The soldier freezes under Horacio’s gaze. “Weren’t that your orders, Coronel?”

You were probably still around, he couldn't have lasted that long unconscious. If he sents someone to find you immediately... They can still get you and bring you back, as a traitor. They can still stop you and...

“Yes. That were my orders.” He clenches his jaw and stands up. “And free the workers. We’re done here.”

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Amado 👀 kink 👀 list 👀 ? -ps I love you so much queen ❤️

a/n: guess whos back on their amado bs ? :)) heh i dont know if i should thank you or hate you for requesting this >:) but so sorry for the wait te amo <3

warnings: nsfw! a huevo

choking:

alright lets kick this off,,,,, so when i associate a choking kink and amado,, i imagine this going two ways all the time,, like on one hand heh it would without a doubt come out heavily when you make him jealous because hes already frustrated to the highest point with you and the urge for just claim you while he makes you drunk off of his cock being buried into you and making you sore and just watching the way you would throw your head back chanting his name sets something off in him because as soon as he places his hand on your neck and squeezes just to see the way you would struggle to gasp,, your moans coming out more quicker but you fucking looking back up at him all innocent and placing your own hand on top of his and encouraging him to keep squeezing has him focusing all of his attention on you and wanting to keep seeing you lose your breath quicker everytime he closes his hand around your neck i - wow i just ,,,, but you know the other path? yeah it just happens naturally and spontanelouly with you to be honest because maybe te esta haciendo el amor and not fucking you into tomorrow but his hand would just be coming up across your body while he moves his hips into you,, his face buried in your neck while you scratch down his back and him just placing his hand on your throat,, the coldness from his watch the only thing soothing against your hot skin when it dangles and comes into contact with your skin,, and him moving your head back just so he can kiss your neck and place small bites onto you as he feels how warm and tight you are around him,, your pretty moans only fueling him on even more ,, i cant - im trying to say he just has a thing for even the mere sight of his hand around your throat wether just for looks or actually gripping you- thank you for your time

face riding:

ok listen here i originally didnt have this added onto for him but i would be fuvkin lying to your guys if i said this shit does not apply to him, especially after one of you guys reminded me of his pinshe nariz ???? like omg - i cant you know i had to at least talk about it one more time and what better timing am i right? and i ? im not sure how/want to go in a certain direction on how it happens because maybe it kind of just happens ?? maybe you or him ask for it ? or just you simply doing it ? but to be honest im just here to paint the last picture because oh my goddd,,, the way i imagined him having his arms kind of wrapped around your thighs so he can keep you from pulling away,, him groaning into you and encouraging you to move your hips against him,,, his eyes just focused on you on top,, the feeling of him lightly chuckling into you when he sees you contort your face in pure bliss,, you moving your hand down to tangle into his hair when you feel his nose :) bump up into your sensitive clit :) your other hand coming up to toy with one of your breasts as you continue to move your hips up and down onto him just to feel him bury his face even deeper into your soaking folds, the obscene squelch from your pussy accompanying your moans and you cant help but let your legs shake around his head especially when his nose keeps jerking against your swollen nerves i- wow i am sorrY

hair pulling:

its just something about the thought of him having you on your hands and knees while he fucks you from behind that triggers this for me to be totally honest,, because i can just picture him gripping your hips with both of his hands while you have your face buried into the pillows,ass up,, your hands gripping onto the sheets beneath you as he thrusts into you, your moans being muffled into the pillows,,, you bringing one of your hands back to rest on top of one of his hands on your hips, lifting your head slightly to let out a moan of his name when he harshly pumps into you :) and him bringing his other hand away from your waist to trail it up your spine :) his hand collecting your hair until he can have a full grip on it just so he can pull your body up with his to be on the same level, his chest to your back,, your moans becoming higher now that youre brought away from the pillows :) him bringing your hand that was holding his earlier down the front of your body towards your wet swollen clit, helping you rub circles :) all the while his other hand is still tangled in your hair so that he can bring your face towards him :) i cant ay no- or get this image too :) you on top of him instead :) hes sitting up as he helps you bounce on top of him, groans leaving his mouth mixing in with the smacking noises of your hips meeting his filling the silent space around you both,,, his face buried in your neck as he leaves hickies on the side of your neck :) one of his hands trailing up your leg and you cant help yourself from the feeling of him everywhere on you that you have one of your hands move away from his shoulder where you placed it to move into his hair :) and tangle your hand in it :) pulling his head back by his hair :) god- you leaning down to kiss him instead and let your moans die out in his mouth,, your bounces becoming more slower by the seconds as you both just focus on the feeling of the others lips on eachother :) him groaning into you since your hand hasnt moved away from his hair as you keep running your hand roughly in it :) and him just moving his arm around you as he lets his hand trail across your back :) :) :))

overstimulation:

ay no i just OK ok- so i have two scenarios that u thought of when i got to this bullet point because :) really it’s the thought of the way this mf would be smiling into you in a cocky way ,,, his hands doing that thing where he traces your closest body part in a feather like way to have you squirming even more and hear your voice go a pitch higher is what he loves about being able to overstimulate you but in so much more ways than one to fully bring it all in together like artwork and make you go delirious and wow but ofc theres the other obvious overstimulation :) where he loves to make you come more than once :) just so he can see you go into a drunken orgasmic state, the way youre body would writhe and just contort as he builds you up over and over again, the way your eyebrows crease gradually at the same time your moans come out more rapidly and higher the way you just want him to help you get to your climax and all of this just leads into his other favotute view of just seeing out post-orgasm :) the way your body would have those small aftershocks that make you shake a bit, your muscles clearly worn out as you lay there helpless, your voice becoming hoarse and ugh :) that buildup to that view in particular is what eggs him on to keep stimulating more and more everytime, the cocky smile on his face when he hears the desperation in your small voice that you cant do another :) but he knows you and he knows your body can still take another and wow-

lingerie/wearing his things:

no surprise here but lingerie and adding this man to it? you just made him the happiest mf here, no further questions required,,, i feel like for him it feels like hes opening a present for himself when he sees you wearing lingerie :) lo complaces and he would die happily everytime he sees you in something and i lay my case down because :) take this as an example i imagine this especially applies to the situations after all the shit he always has to put with all day,,, just the idea of him sitting back and seeing you walk out in some lingerie with his shirt over you has this man all relaxed all of a sudden and his whole attention towards you,, like all of a sudden ya no esta cansado el cabron, hes already spreading his legs further apart just to make space for you, his arms resting on the arm rests,, nothing else would have his focus at all because hes too busy admirandote and all,,, god- you cant tell me he wouldnt have this glint in his eyes as he just sits there todo embobado, his eyes raking over all your curves and him just itching to move his shirt out of the way from hiding everything about you from him :) all while you saunter your way to him, small mischievous fucving smile on your face the whole time, and woW him just grunting out when you come to straddle him,, your :) hands resting on his chest and must rubbing your hands softly on him as you look down at him :) his own hands are already resting on your ass :) one of your hands just slowly making its way to his shoulder when he says something like “se te ve mejor mi camisa cuando te la pones” you gently laughing and just leaning down to kiss him :) :) you pulling away and just asking him “como te fue hoy?” your hand quietly massaging his shoulder :) as he leans his head back, letting out a long sigh while he looks at you like “ fue cabron- ni se por donde empezar” and :)) :) you lightly pecking his lips again :) your hand wandering down to palm him through his pants :) :) giving him a sly smile :) as you get up and sink down to your knees :) your hands starting to unbuckle his pants to let out the tent in his pants :) going “empieza desde el principio” your eyes unwavering from his :) AY WEY NO-

leaving marks/biting:

i think ive said it before but the idea of him leaving marks on you or you on him will always bring him to smugly smile to himself,, and i dont think he would be such a big ass fan to leaving the most noticeable ones i think he would like leaving marks where only the two of you are allowed to see and no one else if you catch my drift,, like i feel as though he would love leaving bruises on your hips ? from how hard he holds them when hes fucking you into the bed,, or leaving small bite marks on your inner thighssss :) and i bring this up because i am in fuvkin love with the thought of his cocky ass smirk he would give you as he hears you gasp out everytime he trails closer to where :) youre throbbing :)) or in the most “riskiest” part he would leave marks on you would be your neck :) but on spots close to your ear :) or the sides of your neck ya know :))) and just to add onto this i just- i feel like he loves the feeling of either your nails dragging down his back when hes on top of you :) and thrusting into you :) because i always picture him having this dreamlike/sappy ass smile on his face when he feels your nails drag down the skin on his back :) while you moan out under him and wrap your legs around his wasit :))) he would like,,, love the feeling of the sting on his back the morning after :) para recordar ya know haaaa-

size kink:

maybe its just me or something else entirely but ohhH lord please tell me,,, someone- reassure me i am not the only one envisioning this because :)) the thought :) of him :) teasing you :) or just straight up having this normal conversation with you :) and him constantly having this stupid smile on his face because :) he has to look down at you :))) or even just the fucvking thought of him like dancing with you but his whole ass frame clearly towering you as he holds you just gets me lightheaded pls send help asap ay no- and not to be a soft bitxh during a nsfw work here but i just cant help but get absolutely soft to the point of becoming a puddle of a mess at the thought of him leading you around when he dances with you like una pinshe slow nortena/chicano ya know ? like his whole arm wrapped around your back,, maybe his other hand is holding yours or just not at all maybe he has una pinshe cerveza but your head is right next to his chest and all and its so easy for him to slyly lean his head down slightly just to kiss the top of your head ooh fuuuu- im sorry but back to the original topic mmmm i just i love the idea of this mf’s large ass hands gripping your hips,, you shaking and whining out his name when he pushes into you,, the feeling of his cock splitting you open just has you throwing your head back,, your hands not knowing if they want to grip the bedsheets or grab onto some part of him all the while hes just leaning over you,, :)his chain lightly dragging over your hot skin:) :) him groaning out lowly as he lets his eyes rake over your entire small frame compared to his :) rocking his hips slowly into you as he moves one of his hands ro rub your clit him smiling when he sees your legs open wider and shift your hips up slightly, your whines coming out more rapidly i- ,, you finding strength and moving your eyes down to see the sight of the two of you connected and thats when you notice it :) its small but noticeable if you keep looking :) and you cant help but let out a loud moan when you bring one of your hands to ghost over your lower abdomen and feel the protrusion of his cock buried inside of you, it makes your walls flutter around him even more and ay no,, him muttering out curses and letting his eyes come back to meet yours when your hand grasps onto his arm looking at him with your doe eyes,, your pants coming out heavier as you move your hips around, the :) tip of his cock :) just barely prodding your walls enough to cause a small bulge :) on your mound as you adjust around him :) - iM SO SORRY GOODbYe

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wh0r3foramado · 3 years

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I made this at like 12 am last night🙏🏼

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mrs-stardustt · 1 year

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dating Amado Carrillo Fuentes (1/?)

a/n: back up on my bullshit, back up on the scene

you don't knowwww how bad I am down for this man, like, just look at him babe

so, you guess it, i had to start this series with my tontín. i have no idea with whom of the other characters go next sooo if you have some suggestion don’t be shy and let me know, alright?

hope you enjoy this one,

have fun indulging my delusions babesss

TW: NSFW (18+), implied fem reader

gif credit: @nomoregoldfish

god this mannnn

first and foremost, how lucky are you to be dating this don juán???

we all know that he had his fun whilst single, he was for and by the streets babe

but once he met you oh boyyyyy

he strikes me as a love of first sight kinda man, just like not in a romcom way, more in the I met you and I know you're my person<3 right away

but to add a bit of spice: enemies to lovers with Amado????? OMG don't get me started

just imagine how he would pick at you just to see you all pissed off at him

and you being just as petty as he is, making each other annoyed as quickly as posible

however sooner of later maybe you two realise that you have more in common than you thought, perhaps you'll see that he is really no tontín and actually is a very intelligent man, someone who is deeply observing and attentive

he sees that too, and probably sooner than you: he always knew how fucking hermosa you are, that your smarter than you give yourself credit for, that you have a strong will and a soft heart

and I don't make the rules (I kinda do) but he falls in first

yep you heard that right, he is head over heels babe

my man would make a fool of himself E V E R Y T I M E but you gotta love him for that

he really strikes me at the type to be buying a ring just as soon as he knows you’re the one, he’ll be en las nubes, con la cabecita en el cielo (kinda on brand lol) imagining you being his wife, having kids, a house and all:((

buuuuuut, he’s no intenso

he'll give you space, he won't act on anything if he doesn't believe that you feel the same way

he will most likely embarrassed himself at some point tho

just let’s bffr if anything, Amado is a chill man, let’s not forget that. he is cool and so sure of himself BUT if he slightly feels threatened by anyone???? OMG RUNNN

possessive amado enters the chat

as soon as he sees some type of competition (even if you don't even like/give attention to them) he is ready to fight

that's when he actively starts going after you, because there's no way he is losing his reina

he is a old fashion romántico

specially if you two start dating after Amado starts working alongside Acosta, we know Amado is taking notes on how to curt such a woman like you

let's just take a second to think on how roast Amado is with Acosta and his men, they’ll be mocking how whipped he is lol but he doesn’t care, he’ll do anything to make you happy:(

so he asks you on a date, on whatever you like, that doesn't matter, but he is HANDS ON to make you choose him<3. he is just very invested that everything is of you liking, that if you go to have dinner, the food is perfect, the lightning is just right and shit

and we all know him, when he wants something he is persistenttt

and doesn't matter if you little resistant to really give him a chance (again, don juán) but he will really really try:( he has one mission and is to make you the happiest:(

after just one date he's EAGER to have a second one. he got a hold on you for a moment now he can't let you go mija

and once he is committed, forget about anything else. no vieja or desmadre outside of you matter anymore. you're his top priority and he makes sure you know that, so you get the idea: the whole relationship starts at your pace, he follows the patrona words

it is worth to address that at first he is hesitant to show you anything about his job, even if you already know. you’re safety goes first so you’re relationship is a bit of a secret but not really a secret, you know??

in public, no one really knows what is going on between you too, just something has change. now he gives himself permission to stare a little longer at your pretty face, he compliments you more often when he sees you but nothing too showy

BUT IN PRIVATE??? jesus fucking christ

when i say this man is romantic???

domestic Amado is the softest and most relax you will ever see him

FOREHEAD KISSES OMG all. the. fucking. time.

it's like a little reminder that he is present and to show you a little affection without too much PDA

and I am just convinced that he gives THE best kisses. he is so passionate and caring, fully embracing the moment. with one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek/hair how could you even doubt that my man is a good kisser???? I CAN'T-

he just lives to make you feel goooood mija

so get the memo: you two are the most foolish in love people to ever exist. he makes you feel like a real princesa. all you ever dream is at your feet, no need to ask

also I want to mention that when he is away from you, like on a work trip or something he most definitely is calling your every single night to just hear your voice:(((

but not everything is perfeeeect:(

i know i know who would've thought????

one big problem i see you having with Amado is him running away from confrontation. he just doesn’t want ANYTHING bad near you and he has a lot of shit going on that it may scare him

also Amado doesn’t communicate really well. you see him having a hard time at work?? he won’t tell you a thingggg. you get frustrated bc you know him like, he can’t escape the wise woman you are, you see between his “no tengo nada, amor, no te preocupes” “una pendejada allá en el trabajo pero no es nada, tú cómo estás, eh, bonita?” so guess what???? confrontation will happen

although fights/discussions are solved very quickly, neither of you can stay away from eachother so the only option is to eventually loose a little pride and be open:(

so you’ll need patience with him, he’ll come around to his feelings and be open about it, just he needs time.

at one point he’ll understand that you are very much the medicine of his penares. he’s got you, he won’t need anything more

but don’t worryyyyyy

all is fine babe

at the end he is very much in love and it showwws. the tontín romántico won’t miss a single day to remind you that he is all yoursss

expect a random ramo de flores because he thought of you mid day

him going late for work because he just wanted 5 more minutes with you in the morning

trips to whatever place he had in mind just ‘cause he can. imagine having a call randomly of him just saying “prepárate una maleta con un vestido bonito, te llevo a Los Cabos amor” of some shit like that. we know he flexes about his planes, that is a fact

goofy little smiles when you two encounter each other after a long day

AYyy NO, i’m so soft for him:((((

little i have to tell you that he is the perfect partner, no one goes near to him when he is in love

NSFW part:

BIGGEST TEASE OF ALL TIME

he has make his top priority to know you body. he knowss where and how to get a reaction of you

and he takes avantage of that, you better believe that

he loves to see you trying to conceal his effects on you. imagine you in the passenger seat while his driving and WE KNOW he'll put his hand on your thigh and slowly and without looking at you moving it close to where you need him the most UGHHH

I can fucking picture his smug smile while he does his little ministrations like omg

needless to say that he is a gentle soft dom

there I say it, idc

btw we can't escape from his cocky side, he'll make you beg if you try to challenge him (and that happens more often than not)

he'll have you underneath him, cock drunk with how well he is taking care of you

side note: his fav position most likely is you riding him, don't ask

such a brat tamer energy lol

it is a back and forth on who gets away with their teasing and that little game doesn't end until the other gives in

if it's you is not until he finally gives you what you want, he has you in all fours pounding so good and fast, your mind hazy and your moans slipping from you that you can admit that he won

if it's him is when your on your knees, your mouth full of him but not letting him come to practically beg you to keep going

and on the side of the blowjobssss

he liveeeees for them, there's no other way he wants to end his day then to have his beautiful mujer on her knees pleasing himm

him throwing his head back, hand on your hair but not pushing too much with his breathing getting quicker as you fasten your movements WHAT A SIGHT OMG

and he'll like when you take control of things, when you're the one taking the shots. he appreciates the effort soooo much

but when you give that power to him? oh darlinggg prepárate

we had said how happy he is to make YOU happy and that goes straight up to the bed game.

he makes sure you come first and at least one time before he is inside you

and idk why but I just see him a very skill with his fingers iykyk babe

the foreplay is a MUST between you, he likes to take his time and to really feel you. and that extends to kissing you nonstop until air is much neede

he is such a intense and passionate lover, I have no doubtssss

I see him being a little experimental in bed but you have to propose the things you wanna try, he doesn't push your limits NEVER

not an exhibitionist but loooooves to tease you in public lol

however, something where you get too close to get caught he won't do it, he likes to keep this private business, private

KING OF AFTERCARE

he loves to see you so close when you two are done, with sleepy eyes and satisfied smiles. he is a cuddler for sureee

just know that like everything with him is so fun and full of love babe<3

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cositapreciosa · 3 years

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hey! welcome to narcos mx world! i would love if you write about Amado - a little enemies to lovers where you have to work together but he starts to actually care about you when you got in something dangerous? :))

Affection

Amado Carillo Fuentes x female!reader, 1980 words

mentions of small injuries, kissing, that's it? pretty safe for work this one. As always it's the fictional, not the real deal

a/n : Thank you everyone in the Discord helping me with my writing as usual, you guys are a godsend! @purplesong1028 is the master teacher of this kissing scene, enjoy !

‘’ Well, well, well, if it isn’t el señor de los cielos gracing us of his presence on our precious Colombian soil. ‘’

The door of the plane is barely already open and Amado knows he will go back to Juárez with a headache. The air is warm, suffocating, and he can’t help the loud groan that escapes his mouth. You had always been that special link between Colombian cocaine, Mexico and transporting it all to the US of A, it would be utterly insane for him to think to offer anyone else the job, but god would it be less of a pain in the ass. He is just off the plane that you start again,

‘’ Oh please, don’t sound too disappointed, yeah? Pacho made coffee in the hangar if you haven’t woken up yet. ‘’

He rolls his eyes, ‘’ It’s like three in the afternoon. ‘’ You are sitting on top of one of the shipments, dozens of others splattered on the runway behind you, waiting to take off. Turning around, he signals to a few men to start loading it all in, the faster they can go home, the least he has to worry about dealing with you. You shrug to his answer before sliding off the small ledge, extending your hand, that damn smirk still on your face,

‘’ And that makes it what? 9 AM central Mexican time? ‘’

He scoffs behind his sunglasses and his hand meets yours, giving it a good shake, ‘’ Can’t believe you’re still walking around with that mouth of yours. ‘’

The sarcastic laugh that escapes you doesn’t go unnoticed by him,

‘’ Maybe you should give your resume to los hijueputas del Norte del Valle, you guys seem to think so much alike. ‘’

Your hand leaves his as you turn around, showing him to follow you,

‘’ I got twelve pallets for you today, about 50 bags in each-’’

That’s when Amado notices it, the bruises on your neck, the neat stitch near your hairline, how you have been clutching your side the whole time. He walks in front of you, taking your elbow in his hand stopping you in your tracks. His tone is steady and hard when he asks, ‘’ What happened? Did they do this to you? ‘’

Your gaze slowly drifts to his hand on your arm and he can’t help how his heart jumps a little watching the purple colors weaving around your neck. You take a deep breath,

‘’ It’s okay. Pacho took care of it- ‘’

‘’ Well, clearly not fast enough! ‘’

He can’t stop the way his voice sounds so panicked as his hand leaves your arm to cradle your face, gently assessing the cut on your forehead, he sighs, ‘’ Damn, mija. They got you good. ‘’

You shake his hand off, frowning, ‘’ I told you Pacho already took care of it and I think you guys got enough going on in Juárez already for you to start putting your two cents about what’s going on here.‘’

His mouth opens in unspoken words as you brush past him, warning him, ‘’ Maybe you should pack it up and leave before I sell your shit to someone else. ‘’

Amado sighs again, now alone on the runway, watching his men slowly loading the pallets. Tension is thick and he can feel their eyes on him when he’s not looking. He gestures to them,

‘’ Y’all heard the lady, pack it up before she changes her mind, alright? ‘’

After a moment, he slides his sunglasses on his head as his hand lifts to pinch his nose. His head is already pounding and he barely had anything done yet. It is Pacho’s voice that calls behind him that makes him stand tall again,

‘’ You better stop quarreling with my liaison officer, we wouldn’t want her to start working for the competition now, don’t we? ‘’

Amado knows Pacho is smirking before he even turns around, but he can’t bring himself to return the gesture, ‘’ Well, maybe if you had made sure she wouldn’t get her head bashed in that wouldn’t be a problem. ‘’

This should not be the place to argue. He is welcomed here, appreciated even, and he knows he shouldn’t get into other people’s business, but he just did. Pacho’s smile falls fast, his head tilting on the side with a slight frown, and Amado almost regrets speaking up.

‘’ I admire the audacity. ‘’, began Pacho as he walks closer, nearly at arm’s length.

‘’ You know what I think, Amado? ‘’ He laughs, ‘’ I think, either you don’t trust me to take care of my business, or that you are in love with her. ‘’

Pacho pauses, leaning over to him before continuing,

‘’ Which one is it? ‘’

‘’ This has nothing to do about love, Pacho. “

His associate scoffs and Amado knows the whole façade is down. Pacho played him well, like it was nothing. Amado always knew he liked you, working together, side by side, through bullets and betrayals, the trust was there and he always looked up to you with utter respect. A valued member of the team. There is nothing he can do now than to endure the flushed heat that burns through his whole body, that feeling of being like a child who just got caught. He is not going to lie to himself and pretend that seeing you hurt today didn’t pull strings in his chest and rage in his heart. How it took him every bit of restrain not to start a war right here, right now. Pacho’s hand claps his back as he laughs,

‘’ Don’t worry Amado, your little secret is safe with me, hm? ‘’

His gaze falls behind him and Amado knows that you are back. He can imagine you already, fist by your side, fast-paced steps, ready to get this over with. Your expression is probably tight, soured from your previous interaction, but Pacho’s smile is big and bright, almost mischievous, as he continues,

‘’ At least, for now, donjuán. ‘’ Pacho motions you to come over and Amado rolls his eyes. You are next to them in seconds, your shoulders no far from his, he can’t help but appreciate how warm you are next to him. Familiar, reassuring. That is when he knew he was done for. Pacho’s voice breaks him from his thought as he lights himself a cigarette, his gaze interchanging from his to yours,

‘’ This, ‘’ he gestures between the two of you, his lips pulling on his smoke, ‘’ It stops now. We’re not animals, hmm? So let’s not do business like ones. ‘’

The runway had been cleared faster than you expected. Everything fit tightly in the aircraft, locked in straps from one side to the other. You turn to Amado who was sitting on one of the seats, dusting your hands before speaking, ‘’ I think we’re all done here? ‘’

He barely said a word since you got back to the plane. You know that you shouldn’t have lost your temper early on and probably should have kept your thoughts to yourself instead of sharing them with Pacho at the first opportunity you had. You are not surprised when he only nods. You clear your throat,

‘’ Listen, I-. What Pacho said was true. I’m sorry about losing my shit this morning. ‘’

You can tell he looks at you behind his sunglasses, you sense his eyes burning through you. The silence is thick, you feel the need to fill it, almost an invitation to keep going,

‘’ They caught me by surprise, you know? I never saw them coming. It’s embarrassing, really. ‘’

He sighs, scratching his beard. His head leans towards you and you catch his eyes behind the rim of the shades as he takes them off,

‘’ We can’t control these things, mija. Don’t beat yourself up over this. ‘’

You give him a tight smile, your head moving up and down, trying to believe it yourself. You sit next to him, palm on your knees, picking on the threads.

‘’ Does it still hurt? ‘’

‘’ Not anymore. ‘’

He hums. Are you ok?, he wants to ask, show me who and I’ll pull the trigger myself, he almost begs, but he doesn’t ask, he doesn’t beg. He hasn’t done this, whatever this is, in a long time, and the words that came out barely convey how heavy his heart feels right now. His hand gently falls on yours above your knee, hesitating, patting a little, stopping the relentless scraping of your fingers.

‘’ I like you, you know, ‘’ He starts, ‘’ and I... I just want to be sure you’ll be alright. ‘’

Your eyes look up to him and his heart jumps in his chest, god he feels like a teenager again,

‘’ I know, Amado, I’ll try my best. ‘’

He swears he melts when you press your other hand on his on your knee. Your eyes are still on him and he hates that he can’t figure out what it is you are thinking right now. He knows this whole thing is bold and risky, but you’re so warm next to him and, fuck, you smell so good it's dangerous. You’re closer now, when did you get so close? He can feel you exhale when you speak again, barely a whisper,

‘’ Are you going to kiss me, Amado? ‘’

And so he does. He doesn't hesitate. His fingers tug on your joined hands, pulling you to him, as his other hand sinks in your skin, tangling in your hair. Amado doesn’t care how public the whole setting is, how anyone could come up the ramp at any moment- fuck everyone. The satisfaction of his mouth on yours is all that matters for now. He’s trembling from inside and your lips are just so soft, so warm. He brings you on his lap, firm but gentle, and he barely manages to suck air through his teeth that he guides you to his lips by the waist once again. You moan in his mouth and the sound echoes again and again in his head. It’s not enough, he wants more of you, more of the sounds you make, and he feels light-headed, but he doesn’t want to stop. Why do you smell so good?

His fingers are pulling at your hips, sliding tauntingly under your shirt. It feels like forever, but when you pull away, it feels like not long enough. You slowly bring your fingers to his face, brushing the hair in front of his eyes away, a delicate touch, merely there,

‘’ I have to go, ‘’ you say, voice soft with affection, ‘’ If Pacho finds us he’ll hold it over our heads forever. ‘’

Amado nods but he’s not listening. He doesn’t want you to go, he realizes. Your lips are red, shiny, and you fit so well on his lap. That and also the fact that you are hiding the boner between his legs. He is still rubbing circles on your hips when you ask,

‘’ Are you coming back soon? ‘’ He loves how your smile seems to light up the whole cargo bay as you mock him,

‘’ I have to start planning the next shipment, you know. ‘’

He chuckles, holding your waist again, desperate for more,

‘’ Just planning, hm? ‘’

He knows he is gripping onto you for dear life, it’s a miracle you haven’t been squeezed to death by now. His head is still pounding, the pain is sharp behind his eyes, but this is the most calm he has felt all week, full inner peace.

When Amado looks up into your eyes one last time before letting go, he realizes that maybe, just maybe, those shipments won’t feel like such a chore anymore.

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narcolini · 3 years

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reconciliation

amado x gn!reader, 1839 words, hurt/comfort, sprinkles of smexy

prompt: 'It should have been you.' from @acrossthesestars

a/n: thanku for the request alex!! and thanku @ashlingnarcos for being my cheerleader and beta <33

You pick at the empty glass in front of you, unsatisfying, not strong enough, but free at least. The sugared-rim crumbles away in your fingers; you bring them to your mouth, suck the sweetness from your thumb pad. The ceremony had been beautiful, royal even, a flash of wealth and the bride a vision, but the party is proving to be a test of endurance. One you’re failing. It’s loud, glamorous, and no fun at all on your own.

You’ve been seated with what you imagine to be your supposed equals, the ones who share your tier on the Arellano’s register of importance. There’s a politician, low-ranking, cheap suit, a man who’s some sort of vehicle manufacturer, too loud, stares too much, and a woman accompanied by her daughter that speaks far younger than she looks, but you haven’t worked out their relevance yet. Who they know, what they offer. Maybe it’s nothing at all, maybe they’re like you, friends of the family, neighbours, childhood kisses, in too long to get out of it now. Whichever it is, it’s neither an insult or a compliment to be sat with them, it just is. You can tell from the conversation, oil on the water, separate, that they know Enedina as well, as sparsely but familiarly, as you do. It goes around them, the topics, the Tijuana royals are in the anecdotes but never the feature, never the crux. You have little to add. You know more by accident, by conversations hushed between lips in the dark soft of the bedroom; those stories can’t be shared over margaritas and lace tablecloths.

‘You’re here alone?’ the mother asks, after you’ve stopped engaging, too bored, too stubborn to try.

You didn’t come to make new friends. You meet her gaze lazily, maybe rudely, match her eyes, not her teeth, red with lipstick, her eyes. Smile.

‘Yes,’ you say, ‘didn’t get a plus one with my invite.’ It’s not true, you had opted out when you RSVP’d, but you didn’t need one then. Amado had an invite of his own.

‘Well, maybe you’ll meet someone here,’ she offers, looking to her daughter, like I did, she thinks, with your father. Red on her teeth, right across the incisors.

‘No.’ You laugh a little, at her, over her, lie to her about it. ‘No, these aren’t my sort.’

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A business trip, he’d said, just short, just a few days, back before you could miss him. Not true, you’d missed him in advance, longed for him while you dressed, cursed him from the pews. Watched the marriage with bitter reserve. Clap now, smile for them, pretend you’re happy to be there.

It was going to be something special, new for him, overdue for you. The first time you’d been anywhere as a couple, presented as a pair. Childish, yes, well beneath your years, but Amado had made a habit of keeping his partners private, secret from everyone he knew. If it wasn’t business, didn’t profit, then there was no need to be introduced. Well, it’s different this time, he said, worth doing, and besides you know them all already. So you’d accept your invite, and he’d accept his, and then you’d go together, be seen together. He’d even matched his shirt with what you were planning to wear.

Then he’d cancelled, called you the night before with, sorry, mi vida, I have something to do, sorry, but you should go without me, keep an eye on those pendejos—not funny, couldn’t laugh. You’d hung up before he’d said goodnight.

He’s in the driveway now, leaning against his land rover as you park up. Back then, hm? Couldn’t let you know he’d landed? You had waited around all morning, for him, for the lingering hangover to pass, before deciding to get on with it. Shower, dress, take the car to the mall on the other side of town. When you get out the drivers side, you flash him a smile, it doesn’t land, doesn’t travel far enough to make any difference.

‘Give me a hand,’ you tell him, opening the trunk.

He obliges, sauntering toward you, all black clothing, slack shoulders, hair swept behind his ears. So familiar it makes you queasy. Mine, you think, borrowed and returned. He slides his sunglasses up and onto his head, bends to kiss your cheek, your collar.

‘What’s this?’ he asks, and you remind yourself you’re annoyed before replying.

‘Groceries. Some shoes from the sale.’ You pass him enough bags to make him look unbalanced, hands too full to work the knots out of your back. He would’ve done, he always does. Your gaze drops to his fingers, deft, callous, so attuned to what helps. Up again to his face, then what’s left in the back. ‘Good trip?’

He shrugs, dips his head to one side. ‘Ah, could’ve been done over the phone.’

You slam the trunk, ha, shoulder the rest of the bags, funny, and go toward the house.

‘Hey, come on,’ he calls after you, boots catching on the stone, ‘I was joking!’

Maybe it was a joke from the start. We can go together, shall we, together, show you how I danced before I learned to fly.

‘Ah, I had to go, you know I wouldn’t for no reason.’ His voice follows you inside; you don’t hold the door for him but let him catch it as it swings shut, his words snake through the gap before he does. ‘There’s a window for these things, amor, you miss them and they’re fucking gone.’

‘Mhmm.’

‘And you had fun, right, must’ve been a good party? They spend a lot?’

‘Mhm.’

‘Invite anyone famous?’

You unpack around him, stack tins on the shelves behind his head.

He sighs, puts his bags on the counter and comes to you, placating, arms wide, mouth tipped down in self-sympathy. ‘What? You’re not talking to me now?’ His hands go across your back, over your stomach, winding round until they’re joined on your hip. His thumbs rub under the hem of your top. He went back on his word. Under the top, over your skin, his breath against the side of your neck. He went back on his word, he left you to mingle with politicians and barely-kept wives. His fingers spread, move down, his mouth meets the space behind your ear.

‘You embarrassed me, Amado.’ You say it simply, certainly, a clean break from the spell and you can step out of his hold. ‘I spent all night telling people no, I’m not single, no, he’s not here.’

He blows out through his lips, knowing better than to scoff, or tut. ‘So? Should’ve told them to mind their business.’

‘Is that what you do?’

That bothers him, pricks at his skin, scrunches the space between his brows. His sunglasses slip back far enough on his head to need rescuing. ‘You had people there, amor,’ he says, waving in your direction, the glasses an extension of his hand, ‘you weren’t alone. You know them as well as I do.’

‘Yeah, but it should have been you, Amado. We were supposed to go together.’

‘And so what that we didn’t?’ His voice isn’t raised like yours, isn’t taut with stress. Instead, it meanders over, croons against your collarbone, dabs at the heat behind your cheeks. ‘Why do you care what they think? You know we’re good. You know I’m yours.’

But only in the dark, only when it suits.

‘What does that mean if no-one else does?’ You can’t start anything serious, can’t make a family, a home, while people think that you’re acquaintances, passing strangers in the hallway. ‘Is it that bad to show people that you have a heart?’

‘What? No, is that what you think this is?’ He looks offended, insulted even. ‘That I didn’t go because I changed my mind?’

‘A business meeting, Amado, planned the day before, impossible to move… what was I supposed to think?’

His palms catch your elbows, then slide up to cup the back of your biceps. A hug at arms length. ‘That I meant it when I said I was sorry,’ he reasons, meeting your eyes evenly enough to make it feel honest, flat and absent of persuasion. ‘I wanted to be there.’

But the grudge feels tacky in your mouth still, sticking to your molars. Heavy on your tongue. ‘Really?’

‘Shit, I wanted to show you off,’ he says, and you believe him, because he sounds like he’s sulking, him, sulking. Tall and crow-like and nursing a frown like he’s been punished already. ‘I mean, come on,’ he continues, pulling you against him, stomach to stomach, ‘the lord of the skies is nothing without his sun.’

‘God,’ you roll your eyes, ‘I take it back. I’m glad you weren’t there.’

He laughs through his nose, puffs it into your hair. ‘It won’t happen again.’

The words rumble down your face. Said from inches away and put over the end of your nose, dripped into your mouth, like honey, like hot coffee pushed through the filter. His lips don’t wait long to follow, thank God; hesitant at first, then certain, firm and decisive. Kissing like he had missed you, like he was sorry. He finds the reservation behind your teeth and coaxes it out, brings it clear of what bites it back, there, amor, kiss me freely now.

‘Forgive me?’ he says. A request, a plea, a lift in the corner of his mouth like he’s already won.

You wish he was wrong, you wish you had more restraint than to kiss him back like you’d been waiting for it, counting on it. ‘No,’ you put it onto the soft of his bottom lip, ‘not yet.’

It’s a challenge. Bait that he takes readily, hungrily. His hands find your waist and the cool of his sunglasses press hard into your skin, they’ll break, you think, careful, they’ll snap in two. ‘Amado,’ you say, then kiss him again, twisting your tongue with his. You’re against the counter, bent back with the weight of him, hips forward from the barrier behind; lips on your neck, beneath your ear, your throat, then his hands, oh, his hands, fingers stretch across your ribs, claiming, scratching, tips meeting at the spine. The sunglasses are on the floor now, you heard them click to the tiles.

‘I missed you.’ He pants, speaking around the kisses, between the breaths, ‘Did you miss me?’

‘It was only two days.’ You’re drunk, pouring back and forth, into each other like liquor.

‘Did you?’

‘Yes.’

He lifts you easily, a reward, an apology, slides your hips back until you’re sitting on the countertop. ‘Here?’ he asks. Knees apart, thighs hugging his.

Here. Your stomach curls, knots. You take his face, his jaw, feel his beard against your palms, familiar, longer than usual, then thread your fingers into the hair at his nape. Kiss him again to save yourself from answering. Here, amor, Amado, here, where I have you.

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mmasalva · 2 years

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i remember his hands and the way the mountains looked…

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imgeekgirlfan · 6 months

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Renegada♱

Taglist: @707otto @juxt4p0siti0n @arcticversed (If you want to be added in this fic, just tell me in reply )

Pairings: Amado Carrillo Fuentes x f!reader(Latina Reader) x Walt Breslin [From Narcos: Mexico TV Series]

Content Rating : Mature 18+ Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning (AT YOUR OWN RISK)

Synopsis : Everything that was happening on Aruba Island wasn't right at all. You know damn well when Amado kissed you. And when you heard the sound of the gunshots behind you

AN : I was almost giving up on updating this fic until I found new comments. Thank you to those who still enjoy my work. I will try to update as long as there are people waiting to read.

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[5]ᅳ 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐢́𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐨 ✟

"Amado Carrillo Fuentes is more like a businessman than a drug lord. His background is clean compared to others in the same industry. This man is cautious and stays under the radar all the time. We need to know everything about him. Every detail matters.

That's a summary given by Bill Carter in the last meeting before you leave Mexico tonight.

And when the time comes, you have to leave everything about yourself behind. From now on, you'll have to breathe under the name of Camilla, a musician from Cuba. And it will be like this until you can safely return to Mexico again, if there are no mistakes during that time.

Amado's fascination with airplanes is more than what you imagined. You realize this when you're brought to his private airport. Lined up are all types and sizes of planes, totaling no less than a hundred. Every plane here belongs to Amado. Also, it's the same plane used to secretly smuggle tons of cocaine into America every year.

El Señor de los Cielos is the nickname drug dealers use to refer to Amado, the most powerful man both on land and in the sky. The man on top of the food chain

And this same man is waiting for you in front of a private jet. It's not difficult to notice him, with his flowing hair and the same old black shirt you first met him in, now covered with a bomber jacket. A satisfied smile passes through his sunglasses when you step out of the car. You briefly catch Amado's eye before flashing a smile back at him.

Starting the drama with a beautiful face and a survival instinct, just follow a few simple rules: just hold hands, just smile, and just turn a blind eye and pretend to fuck him a few times. Just run away before getting caught.

Throughout the time you step straight into him, you never know what you're really getting into.

Life can change suddenly and easily. One day you're still a CIA officer, and the next you become the partner of a criminal. And what will happen next? How many bombs will explode in front of you? How many people will die in your life? And when will death finally become yours?

You can't find answers to these questions.

Lately, you've often imagined the end of yourself, from the moment you closed your eyes to the moment you woke up—every pain you've ever experienced in the past, which still remains and continues to haunt you. It will never disappear until the end comes for you, just like it did for others before.

The end must come one day. And for the law enforcer who fights against the dark power all the time, there's no way this story will end well. Either with you or with Amado.

You know. You're prepared, unwaveringly. But it still turns out worse than expected.

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Aruba Island, Kingdom of the Netherlands

1600 (Military Time) *Three Hours Before the Incident*

Although it's approaching evening, the sunlight on Aruba Island is still bright and clear, no different from the afternoon. The scene in the travel magazine doesn't seem exaggerated at all when seen with your own eyes. The clean white sandy beaches, lush green coconut trees, and crystal-clear blue sea reflect the shimmering sun. It's breathtakingly beautiful here, and the atmosphere is just right—neither too quiet nor too bustling like the seas in Miami or Thailand.

This place is suitable for tourism, you think, and also suitable for opening a cocaine market for these tourists.

But Amado's purpose for coming to Aruba Island remains unclear, something you must urgently investigate while there's still a chance.

For you, every second is crucial and calculated, tension infiltrating every action.

But for Amado, it's the opposite. He seems completely at ease. You can tell from the relaxed smile on his face all the time.

You glance at Amado thoughtfully, not hiding your slight surprise as you see him change into a blue Hawaiian shirt, yellow shorts, and slip on sunglasses with a smile. He blends seamlessly with the other tourists. For you, this is quite a surprising and unexpected look compared to his usual all-black attire.

"What wrong, Mija?[1] You're staring at me too much, I'm starting to blush," he said, raising his eyebrows with a playful smile after handing you the Esquites[2] he bought from the nearby store. "Or am I so handsome that I'm stunning you?"

You chuckled and took the Esquites from his hand, then pretended to glance at him with a half-serious look. "It's not that much," you shrugged. "Just... average."

"Average? No, Mija. You should say, You look so handsome, Amado!"

You burst into laughter again, genuinely amused by this man's incredible sense of humor.

The dark stories you've heard about the drug wars in Mexico seem like distant memories here. There's no violence, no gunfire or explosions, and no cocaine.

And your date, who was enjoying Esquites by the seaside with you at this moment, was hardly anything like a world-class drug dealer.

But beneath the seemingly ordinary and charming nature of Amado Carrillo Fuentes, you know what he's capable of and how dangerous he is.

Honey trapping [3] is another important method to access intelligence for secret agents worldwide. It's not your expertise compared to other spies, but you're confident that you can do it just as well. You intentionally charm him without going too far, being both a good speaker and listener, creating an atmosphere that's relaxed and friendly. Every conversation you have leads him to tell you what you want to know.

However, Amado's responses barely provide any significant information for the mission. It seems more like casual chit-chat. If it weren't for the fact that he is exceptionally clever and cautious, it would mean that he must be a very inane person.

Of course, you're damn sure he's not stupid. Amado is a true master of deception. What you can do is make him like you enough to let his guard down a bit, and that's the ultimate challenge of this mission.

There's still plenty of time. You think. And maybe...that was the first mistake that led to bad things in ways you never expected.

"I want you to answer truthfully, Mija."

That sounds like just another normal question from Amado, but not for you. You blinked slightly as you caught a hint of seriousness in his tone. Yet, you still pretended to smile as if everything were normal. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I do, right?"

For a moment, you hesitated. But you managed to maintain your composure, even though your heart was pounding with excitement and anxiety.

You couldn't predict why he asked you this question. You weren't sure if it was just one of Amado's tests, or worse, if he was starting to suspect you. But regardless, your answer would undoubtedly affect the entire mission, one way or another.

Because Amado was clear about wanting the truth. Ultimately, you chose to take the risk and answer as he desired. You softly reply, "i think I can figured as much."

"And aren't you afraid of me? Even when you know what I do?"

It could be either a threat or a challenge from the drug lord. You could feel Amado's piercing gaze, scrutinizing. However, this time, you handled it better than before. You turned to face him, inching closer without a hint of fear, even if just a little.

"Should I be afraid then?"

"Of course, you should be terrified, Mija," Amado's arms wrapped around your waist slowly, pulling your body closer until there was no space between you. The mingling sensation of his breath tickling your face, combined with the scent of cologne and cigarettes, made your heart race in a way different from before, clear and distinct.

It was too close—much closer than you thought. A slight flutter of nervousness crossed your mind, but you couldn't retreat, especially when you were under his tight arms.

Amado was too smart. He deliberately blocked off every escape route for you.

"My life has encountered many terrifying things,There's nothing left in this world that can make me scared anymore."

That was another truth you decided to reveal to him.

Certainly, you were afraid of the mission failing. But that didn't mean you were afraid of Amado. Years of CIA work exposed you to countless horrors. You had killed many and lost many. So, what reason did you have to fear someone like him?

It wasn't just Amado who tried to test or challenge you. You chose to do the same. It was a slight defiance and a steady gaze that showed your refusal to submit. That was enough to create even more surprise for the man known as the biggest in the drug trade, a man whom everyone else bowed to out of fear.

The sun had disappeared from the sky, gradually dimming Amado's face with shadows. However, his eyes still sparkled, no different from the streetlights. You tried hard to read his thoughts from his expression, but it was too difficult. You didn't know what he was thinking or what he would do next.

But his decision in the end surprised you.

His lips pressed against yours, catching you off guard. It was a brief kiss, yet long enough to make you feel and remember every detail. the stubble of his beard, the bitter taste of cigarettes lingering on his tongue, the warm and humid heat in his mouth, intense with desire until your body trembled.

It felt as though your lips were being burned by an invisible flame, and the fire still smoldered deep within even after he pulled away. His hand lingered on your cheek, trailing slowly down to your chin, before using his thumb to touch your lower lip. Amado's eyes never left yours, and beneath those intense gazes, there was something dangerous and alluring hidden within.

"Will you dance with me?"

Even though you knew how dangerous he was, Amado was undeniably romantic. That was something you had to admit.

Nothing could be more romantic than dancing on the beach at night. And Amado knew it well. The moonlight shining brightly in the sky, the breeze blowing through your hair and skin, and the sweet melody of Latin music floating in the air. His large hand rested on the small of your back, and his arm wrapped comfortably around your waist, gently guiding your body to sway to the rhythm.

This time, there were no tests or challenge like before. "Just dancing with me" Amado said before pulling you back into his embrace.

The dance proceeded quietly and calmly. The word 'calm' felt strangely out of place for a CIA like you. It was like a phrase that didn't exist in your life, But what was happening now might be the closest thing you could think of—a feeling of relaxation and comfort as you laid your head on his chest, and his thumb to massage your back.

This wasn't right at all.

Standing in a country where you hardly knew, in a street where you had forgotten the name, you felt safe next to a man you knew was dangerous. It wasn't something you should feel at a time like this with someone like him. You should say something, focus on the mission as you should, but at the same time, you didn't want to ruin what was happening. And Amado probably felt the same. He was silent, saying nothing, Everything between you and him was so quiet that you could hear the music, the laughter of other dancing couples nearby, the sound of the waves, and the sound of his breath blowing on your neck.

...Before the sound of the gunshots rang out.

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[1] Mija in Spanish means "daughter." However, in a slang context, it can mean "dear” or “honey"

[2]Esquites Another name for it is "elote en vaso" or "elote" (specifically in America). It's a well-known Mexican street food made with grilled corn, mayonnaise, spices, and cheese.

[3] Honey trapping is a method of investigation or espionage that has been used since World War II. It involves deception through the use of romantic or sexual relationships with a target individual who possesses important information or resources.

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