#maria elvira x reader

[drabbles-mc]

Favors Owed

María Elvira x GN!Reader

For Day 13 of @narcosfandomdiscord's July Smut Alphabet: "make me forget (all about him/her/it/them)"

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, mentions of blood, angst, smut, oral sex

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I've never written for María before and I feel like that's a crime. I also feel like the lack of fic for her in general is a crime. So here we are! I'm in love with her and no one can stop me. 😌

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Her hands, her whole body hadn’t stopped trembling since she sent Miguel away. It was the right thing to do—she knew that. In reality, she knew that she had been much kinder to him than he deserved. A mere flesh wound was nothing compared to the damage and pain that he had inflicted. No one would’ve blamed her if she’d done something more. For a brief moment as the door slammed shut behind him, she regretted not taking it further.

She thought about taking the kids, and whatever they could each carry in their hands, and running. Where to? She didn’t know. But it felt impossible to stay in a house where he had been. But even if she ran, she knew that there was nowhere she could go where he wouldn’t be able to get to her. Him, the men that worked for him. Nowhere was far enough away.

When you heard the phone ringing at the other end of the house, you weren’t expecting to pick it up and hear María’s voice. Even when you heard it, all you could think was that it didn’t sound like her. There was a tremble in her words that you hadn’t ever heard before. You could hear her sniffling on the other end of the line as she tried to get the words out. She didn’t say what had happened, and you could only try to imagine, but in your mind there was only one person whose fault this could be.

“Puedes venir acá?” she asked, more of a plea than a question.

In all the years that you’d known her, María had only ever asked anything of you a small handful of times. Fewer favors than you had fingers. If she was asking you to do something, it was because she really needed it.

“Por supuesto.” It was the start and the end of the discussion.

Once you hung up the phone, you immediately packed a bag, enough clothes to last you for a couple days just in case. You didn’t know if you needed anything else. If you didn’t know what you would need, you definitely didn’t know what she was going to need. You had to hope that showing up would be enough.

You knocked lightly at the door, anxiously toying with the strap of your bag on your shoulder. As you waited, you couldn’t help glancing back over your shoulder. If your gut was right, and any of this was about something Miguel had said or done, there was no certainty that you were safe here on her doorstep.

When you heard the sound of the locks clicking on the other side, you reverted your gaze, standing up a little straighter in anticipation. María pulled the door open only part way, like she was making sure that it was really you, and that it was really just you.

You saw the fear lingering in her eyes and your heart ached. You held your hands out, palms up and kept your voice soft as you spoke. “María, querida, soló soy yo.”

She let out a shaky breath and opened up the door a little wider for you to pass through. The second you’d stepped inside, she shut the door and locked it again. Resting her palm flat against the wide wooden paneling of the door, she let her forehead drop to it for a moment, a dull thud as she fought to take a deep breath.

“Qué pasó?” you asked as you glanced around the house. It was quiet, but nothing seemed out of place. The only thing that really felt off aside from María’s state, was the fact that you couldn’t hear the sounds of her children playing or bickering.

She turned around, tearstains still smudging her cheeks, a slight tremor lingering in her hands as they rested at her sides. “Miguel,” she finally said, the name falling heavily off her tongue like it took all of her strength to say it.

You frowned, the knot in your gut tightening. “Qúe hizo él?”

She shook her head, not wanting to say it out loud again. Saying it to him had been hard enough. “Cosas malas.” Lifting her gaze from the floor, she met your eyeline as she said, “Él es un diablo.”

You nodded, unsure of what to say. She wasn’t wrong. There wasn’t much more for you to add. It’d been a long time since you’d had anything good to say about Miguel, but María’s life and choices were her own so you kept your mouth shut. She knew how you felt anyway—she could read you from a mile away.

Adjusting your bag on your shoulder, you reached out, stopping when your hand was mere inches away from hers. You didn’t want to make her feel like you were another person that she had to pull away from, another person she couldn’t trust. She’d called you here, sure, but there was still an ocean separating the two of you, waves crashing over the floor tiles between you.

The waters receded when she put her hand into yours. Letting out a silent sigh of relief, you gave her a gentle pull to follow you deeper into the house. “Ven comnigo.”

You guided her through the house towards the kitchen, figuring the first step in dealing with any of this was a drink. Water, tea, liquor, whatever it took to take the right kind of edge off. You spoke as the two of you walked, steps slow and calculated through the house. “Qué neces—” your sentence stopped short when you saw the kitchen knife laying on the floor. Your feet stopped in their tracks when you saw the blood on the edge of the blade. Your eyes widened as you turned back to look at her, heart stopping for a moment when she wasn’t looking you in the eyes. “María, did you—”

“No,” she knew where your sentence was going. “He’s alive,” she said, tone filled with bitterness at the reality of it. “Ya se fue.”

You nodded but didn’t say anything else. Letting go of her hand, you knelt down and picked up the knife before walking the rest of the way into the kitchen. She followed you, only able to stare at the knife in your hands as you walked over to the sink. You hadn’t even set your bag down yet but you were turning the faucet on, scrubbing away the blood on the knife with more vigor than necessary.

It wasn’t until you’d washed, dried, and put it back in the knife block that you turned back around to look at her. She was standing in the kitchen, watching you carefully. It was the first time in all the years that you’d known her that the fire in her ever seemed to waver. You hated Miguel for doing that to her.

Taking a deep breath, you turned back around, reaching for the cupboard that was safely out of reach of the children. Opening it, you pulled out one of the bottles of liquor that stood at the back of the shelf. You held it out to her in a silent offer, one that she gladly accepted. She didn’t bother with a glass, gripping the neck of it and bringing it right to her lips. She took a long drink from it before handing it back to you, and you did the same thing, not caring about the lipstick she’d left around the rim of it. It wasn’t a cure, but it was enough to get the trembling to stop for her, enough to start to slow down the racing thoughts that were in your head. You set it back down on the countertop before stepping in close to her again. You gingerly rested your hands on her shoulders.

“Qué necesitas de mi?” you asked. There was nothing that you wouldn’t do for her—all she had to do was ask and you would figure it out.

“Quédate conmigo,” she said, voice soft.

You nodded. “Okay.”

Her shoulders dropped slightly in relief. It was a band-aid over a bullet wound, but it was better than nothing. It was only one word but it still had her collapsing against you, a shred of reassurance and comfort in the midst of the mess. Her arms looped around you, pinning her body tightly to yours as her head rested against your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders as you felt her balling her fists into the back of your shirt. Closing your eyes, you leaned the side of your head against hers as you ran one hand back through her hair, letting it cradle the back of her head.

“Lo siento, querida,” you said, trying to comfort her the best way you knew how without knowing the details of it all.

You felt the dampness settling in on your shoulder from her tears, and you did your best to hold her a little tighter. Turning your head slightly, you pressed a soft kiss to the side of her head as you murmured more apologies, more promises that you were there for her for whatever she needed.

Her fingers slowly loosened their hold on the fabric of your shirt. Her breathing quieted, evened out. You couldn’t help but to relax a little at the realization, find a shred of relief in it. Continuing to rest your head against hers, you asked, “Qué vamos hacer?”

She shook her head, not lifting it from your shoulder. “No sé.”

You nodded before kissing the side of her head again. That was an answer that you could accept for now. You were ready to stand in the middle of her kitchen like that all night if that was what she needed from you. But then you felt her pull away from you. Not much, just enough to be able to lift her head and turn to look at you.

You were about to ask her what she needed, what you could do, when she pressed her lips against yours. It caught you off-guard, and for a moment you couldn’t even think enough to kiss her back. You felt her fingertips graze against the side of your face for a moment and you felt the rest of your body short-circuit.

She pulled back, eyes searching yours for an answer that you weren’t even sure that you had. Your mouth opened and shut a couple times as you tried to conjure up the thoughts, the words you wanted to say. “María—”

“Quieres saber que necesito?” she said, her voice hushed, but steadier than it had been. “Necesito este.” Putting her hand to the side of your face, she pulled you in so that her forehead was touching yours. “Haz que me olvide de el.”

Your breath caught in your throat, unable to form the words that you wanted to say, but you still managed to nod. You heard the short sigh of relief that she let out before she brought her lips back to yours again. This time, you didn’t hesitate to kiss her back. Dropping your bag to the floor, you pulled her body tight against yours, hands sliding over the patterned fabric of her dress as she continued to kiss you, her nails raking lightly against the back of your head.

When she pulled her lips away from yours, it felt like she took all of your breath with her. Panic went through you for a moment, thinking that you’d done something wrong, thinking that she thought this was a mistake. You were about to apologize when she took your hand in hers and starting guiding you back through the house to her bedroom, promptly shutting the door behind the two of you once you were inside. Maybe it was wrong that you felt relief about it, the fact that she hadn’t changed her mind about this, but you didn’t have any time to ruminate on it once her lips were on yours again, all tongue and teeth and grabbing hands as she pulled you over to the bed.

She was lying on her back beneath you, long waves cascading over the pillow behind her head as you looked down at her, one leg draped and slotted between hers. She looked up at you, and even with the lipstick beginning to smear onto her cheek, you were certain that you’d never seen anyone more beautiful than her before, probably wouldn’t ever again.

María pulled you back down to her, hand at the side of your neck. You kissed her, savoring the faint trace of liquor still lingering in her mouth as you brought one hand down to her chest. You cupped her breast, thumb grazing over her nipple through the fabric of her dress. She let out a low moan of approval, her hand gripping onto your side, fingernails digging lightly in the space between the waist of your jeans and where your shirt had ridden up.

You slid your hand down, pushing up the skirt of her dress so that you could drag your hand along the side of her thigh. You felt her squirm beneath your touch, desperate for more, for whatever was next. Bringing your hand between her legs, you felt your brain and body freeze up for a moment when you felt her wetness through the strip of fabric that covered her core. Something about knowing that you had done that made you freeze up for a moment before pulling them to the side and running your fingers through her folds.

She moaned into your mouth for a moment before breaking the kiss. You pulled your face away from hers enough to be able to really look at her. Her breathing was ragged, and even though you knew you couldn’t, you could’ve sworn that you could hear the pounding of her heartbeat inside the quiet room.

The silence only lasted for a moment as you studied the look on her face, each shift in her expression as your fingers trailed lightly against her, but once you slid your fingers into her she broke the quiet with a moan that would’ve made your knees buckle had you been standing up. You caught her lips in another kiss as you began to slowly pump your fingers in and out of her, finding your rhythm based on the way she kissed you, the way her nails raked down your back when her hands slid beneath your shirt.

You felt the way that her legs were starting to shake, the trembling this time not from fear but from pleasure. When you pulled away from her, lips off hers, fingers sliding out of her when she was so close to release, her breath stopped halfway down her throat. She looked up at you, brows coming together in confusion, annoyance, as her chest heaved with each deep breath she took. She didn’t have to verbally ask you what the fuck you were doing for you to understand the question. You didn’t let it faze you, pressing a kiss to her jaw before proceeding to slide down her body. You pulled her panties down, casting them aside before pushing the skirt of her dress up the rest of the way. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching you with an unwavering gaze as you hooked her legs over your shoulders.

Dragging your tongue up her slit, you moaned at the taste of her as she let out a string of curses at the feeling of you. You kissed the insides of her thighs and between her legs before running your tongue over her again, rewarded with the sound of her head dropping back against the pillow. Wrapping your lips around her clit, you slid your fingers back inside of her.

Her gasp turned into a moan as she reached down, putting her hands against the back of your head so you couldn’t pull away, not that you’d ever even dream of it. Her thighs tightened around your head but even so, you could still hear her saying your name, the sound of that and nothing else filling the room. You let out a hum of approval against her, the sensation of it causing her legs to start shaking. With nothing but the feel of her against your mouth, and the sound of her voice repeating your name and begging you not to stop, you couldn’t help but to think that you had done exactly what she had asked of you. A favor you’d do for her time and time again if that was what she wanted.

[proceduralpassion]

Don't Question

Day 21 of Narcoctober- Create a f/f-centric fanwork.

Character(s): Maria Elvira x Reader

WC: 443

A/N: Maria stans come get y'all juice

When Maria meets you formally, you’re torturing the fuck out of her ex-husband. She’s seen you before because you used to work for her husband. Maria doesn’t know why you’re doing what you’re doing, but she thinks good for her before leaving you to it.

Later that night, Maria finds herself with a gun pressed to her skull and she finds the most terrifying thing is that she hadn’t even realized when or how you entered the room. You move like a phantom and there’s nothing stopping you from making her one, too. 

When she turns to face you there’s a spark of recognition on your face. You lower the gun  but don’t apologize. You make a comment that you didn’t realize that you still lived with the man despite no longer being married to him. 

“Kids,” she supplies. In the next breath, she says “I didn’t realize La Exterminador was a woman.” 

“No one does.” You respond with a shrug, “Turns out being underestimated as a woman can actually be a strength.”

Maria nods, “Yes, it seems like it is, indeed.” After a beat, she ventures, “Is he still alive?”

“Ideally, he should be, but killing a drug lord opens up more problems than I need, so I settled for maining, instead.” 

Maria hums. 

She takes the chance to look at you, really look at you, and it’s then she sees that you’ve been wounded as well. She doesn’t question herself about offering to patch you up any less you question yourself about accepting the request. 

Minutes later, you’re on the counter of the bathroom Maria used to share with the man you had just tortured. Not only does she take the time to clean and bandage your wounds, but she picks out the caked up blood under your fingernails, washes your face, and runs her fingers through your hair to tame how wild it’s gotten with blood and sweat intermingled in the locks. 

“Did you have any other plans tonight?” It’s an out of the box question.

Your cheek is pressed against her hand. Your skin flushed with exertion, and it brings out a tenderness in you that she can’t deny. She wonders what you look like when you smile, when you laugh, when you’re at your happiest. She figures that if you look this beautiful while tired and beaten down, you’re gotta radiate excellence when you're in better spirits.

“If you mean if I have any more people to torture, no,” you answer with a yawn.

“Stay,” she says. “Shower, eat, rest, whatever you need.” 

She doesn’t question why she asks that of you. You don’t question why you accept.

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[nayala]

[BEAST OF HYDRA: PROLOGUE]

Summary: In the year 1945, you met the man that changed the course of your life forever. In a world in which you only know cold and blood, filled with loneliness and pain, he is the only warmth remaining constant in your life.

Pairing: James Bucky Barnes x OFC!Reader.

Trigger Warning: Parental abandonment and human trafficking.

Madrid, Spain. 1937.

I have always been a very observant child, today, I knew my mother was happy. She couldn't stop going back and forth around the room, taking out of the closets our best dresses and shoes, which weren't many. This morning, as soon as we got up, she made me take a bath from head to toe, after that, she helped me put cream on my body, my skin was soft and shiny, I was happy because the times I used to put it on secretly she would get mad at me and leave me without dinner as a punishment, but I couldn't help it, I always saw how mom and the rest of the girls in the house put it on their skin and the clients complimented how good it looked on them, I always wanted to be like my mother, she is beautiful, the most sought after, even by men who come from outside. And I always wanted that, to be noticed and praised as much as she was, so maybe my mother would also notice me and tell me that she loved me.

"Mommy, where are we going today?" My voice came out excited, my palms were sweating with excitement, my mother approached with a bottle of oil, which she left on the dressing table, and knelt down in front of me.

"Today we are going to meet two nice men who are interested in you." My eyes widened in surprise and I showed her my most sincere smile. She smiled back at me, though she looked nervous and a little uncomfortable. "They're going to take you to a very, very prestigious academy full of kids as smart as you."

"Really?" I watched as she nodded, then, she took the bottle from the dressing table and poured the liquid into her hands, running it through my hair and enhancing my curls with her fingers, once she finished putting some bows in my hair, she got up to take the freshly ironed dress from the hanger and leave it on the bed, her body turned her back to me and I took the opportunity to get off the chair and stand up. "Mommy, do I take off my clothes now?".

"Yes honey, we need to get out before it gets any later." I started to take off the simple dress I had been wearing all day, I looked out the window for a second, the sun had already set and the clouds were starting to cover the moon. My mother came over and helped me pull the dress off over my head, as well as the rest of the underwear that was dirty. She took a new, clean pair from the closet, once that was on, she slipped a white cotton nightgown over my head, and finally my new dress; brown, like the chestnuts we eat in the fall, she brought my church shoes over to me and helped me put them on, rolling up the white lace socks and smoothing the edge of the skirt that came up to my calves. "You look perfect, as you should."

I smiled happily and spun around, watching the skirt lift up, I felt like a princess, like the ones I read about in my fairy tale books. I waited seated until my mother finished dressing, it was only about ten minutes, but for me it seemed like an eternity, and once she put on her hat and tied the laces of her high heels, she took the coats from the coat rack and we went out the door of our room.

We went downstairs carefully, on the way we met Elvira going upstairs with a soldier to her room, she said goodbye to us and when we arrived downstairs, Maria was waiting for us, she was one of my mother's closest friends and the one who gave me the story books for Christmas. She raised an eyebrown to my mother, and she sighed.

"Are you sure about this?" Maria's voice sounded stern, judgmental. My mother looked at her without a word and nodded. After that, we walked out of the house, and for an instant, I turned around and saw Maria looking at me sadly, seconds before my mother closed the door and the cold of the night froze my body.

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We walked for a while until we reached the main square of the city, after a couple of minutes waiting, a black, luxurious car approached, with the emblem of a weird octopus on the front. My mother hurriedly got up from the bench we were sitting on and fixed her clothes to look presentable, I got up with her and grabbed her hand while with the other I fixed my hat. Two men got out of the car, both dressed in suits, wearing heavy coats and matching gloves, we approached little by little until we reached the middle of the square, one of them, the shorter one, smiled strangely when he met my gaze, at that moment, I squeezed my mother's hand and averted my eyes to the ground.

"Is she ready?" The man from before asked my mother, he spoke with a very thick accent, and then my mother let go of my hand and ran it down my back, moving my body forward.

"Yes, she is a very healthy and well-behaved girl, she won't give you any trouble." My mother's arm pushed harder, and my body thrust forward, I almost tripped over my feet, but I pulled myself together and stood up straight in place, facing the two men. "Go with them, honey." The other man, a little taller than the previous one, put one knee on the ground and took off the hat he was wearing.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, miss, I'm Doctor Abraham Erskine." His voice also had a strange accent, but compared to the other one, he sounded calm and friendly. I looked at him, then at my mother, then at him again, I nervously walked towards him and he took my outstretched hand as he stood up, the gentleman smiled at me and motioned for me to stand next to him.

I watched as the other man nodded and my mother smiled, from behind us, another man came up and handed my mother a briefcase with a paper envelope on top.

"As promised, your money and a clean record."

My mother took the briefcase to her chest and put the envelope in her purse, she sighed and I saw a weight lift from her shoulders, she looked up and watched me for a long time, her eyes showed the relief she felt.

"Mommy, will you come visit me?". I felt the cold night wind caress my cheeks, red from the low temperature.

"Sure, honey, but you have to promise me one thing, you have to behave very well, be a good girl and obey, always."

I nodded and waved goodbye to her, smiling, the men around me turned away, walking to the car parked on the street, I turned my head, and watched my mother's back plunge into the darkness of the night.

She did not say goodbye to me.

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The driver opened the door for us and we got into the car, it was very spacious, with seats on both sides, I sat down and closed my legs, putting my hands on top.

"As I said before, my name is Abraham Erskine." He reintroduced himself, then pointed to his companion. "This gentleman is Doctor Arnim Zola, we work together on a very important project."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, child, we expect great things from you, and we will make out of you a very special girl."

I looked at the two men curiously and nodded enthusiastically, looking out the window as the moon followed us into the night.

[narcosfandomdiscord]

narcos october masterlist i

This masterlist is for days 1-10 of the @narcosfandomdiscord's october prompt event, which you can read about here and join in!

For days 11 onwards, check out the second masterlist and the third masterlist.

(Note: character x character indicates a romantic/sexual relationship; character & character indicates a platonic one.)

October 1 — Day of Firsts

Create a fanwork about a canon character you’ve never written about/used before.

↳ fanart by @tofuwildcard — Javi smoking, digital art

↳ Claro Que No by @drabbles-mc — Chepe x gn!Reader, 462

↳ Waiting Red by @narcolini — Isabelle x Chepe vampire AU, 600

↳ Depth Over Distance by @proceduralpassion — Mika & OC sibling backstory, 2.2k

↳ For Old Time's Sake by @garbinge — Carrillo x Reader, Steve and Javi & Reader, angst, 3.5k

↳ In the morning by @artemiseamoon — Marta x Amado established relationship, 2.8k

↳ Vengeance For Me by @kesskirata — Gustavo & Tata angst, ficlet

↳ what we do now by @ashlingnarcos — Feistl x Van Ness post-canon, 1k

↳ Tu cómplice by @hausofmamadas — Mayo x Benjamín pining, 2.8k

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October 2 — “Porque No Los Dos?” Day

Create a crossover for the original Narcos show and the Narcos: Mexico show, featuring at least one character for each.

↳ Looking On by @drabbles-mc — season 3 og DEA & season 2 mx DEA, unite! 3.5k

↳ How Do You Do This Shit For Fun? by @proceduralpassion — Walt & Javi crossover, 1k

↳ Late nights, early mornings by @artemiseamoon — Javi & OFC, Mayo x OFC, 1.8k

↳ two tests by @ashlingnarcos — Carrillo & Trujillo & Calderoni ficlet

Anything involving polyamory, ex: a fic about somebody who has two or more partners.

↳ Aggressive Negotiations by @kesskirata — Javi x Steve x Connie, 1.1k

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October 3 — Day of Music

Create and post a playlist for fic/wip of yours OR your favorite episode and explain why each song resonates for that fic/wip or episode.

↳ Three playlists by @rerorero-my-cherry — for Ramon x OFC fic Sola con mi Soledad

↳ Playlist for episode 2.1, Salva El Tigre by @artemiseamoon

Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and whatever song comes up first, that’s your prompt.

↳ Tainted by @drabbles-mc — Carrillo & Steve angst, 3.1k

↳ I need you tonight by @artemiseamoon — Amado x OFC, 1.1k

↳ on your mind by @narcolini — Javi x gn!reader ficlet

↳ Amado fanart by @tofuwildcard

↳ Foldin' Clothes by @garbinge — Steve Murphy x F!Reader, 3.2k

↳ Promise by @proceduralpassion — Carrillo x OFC smut

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October 4 — Day of Conflict

Many people seemed to combine both prompts for this day! Ambitious day.

Anything involving a fistfight or a gunfight.

Quote prompt: “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

↳ Who You're Dealing With by @drabbles-mc — Steve & Javi & OFC, 3k

↳ Luna de Lobo by @artemiseamoon — Ramón x OFC, Barron x OFC

↳ Country Store Cherry Chocolate by @garbinge — Steve Murphy & Reader (his sister), 1.9k

↳ Unwritten by @proceduralpassion — Carrillo x OFC, 1.1k

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October 5 — Day of Visual Art

Visual fanworks: post a screenshot, meme, gif, gifset, video, or other non-fic visual fanwork.

↳ a glitchy Pachito by @tofuwildcard — fanart

↳ NUGGETS OF BENJAMAYO by @hausofmamadas — gifset + commentary

↳ If Narcos Had A Group Chat by @proceduralpassion — video of groupchat texts

↳ If Narcos Had A Group Chat pt ii by @proceduralpassion — video of groupchat texts

Create a fanwork about a character interacting with a piece of art (e.g. buying decoration for a new home, stealing a piece, hitting on a stranger at a gallery, creating art themselves, etc)

↳ Things I Should Have Said by @garbinge — Javi x F!Reader, 2k

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October 6 — Day of International Relations

Write non-English language fic.

↳ Dos Opciones by @proceduralpassion — language: Spanish, Maria Elvira x Miguel, Maria Elvira x OFC, ficlet

↳ ¿Qué? by @ashlingnarcos — language: Spanish, Eduardo x OFC, ficlet

Use a random country picker and utilize that country in your work in some way: a character is from that country, a food from that country shows up, there’s international politics, etc. You get two rerolls if you don’t like the first or second country you get. If you get the United States, reroll automatically.

↳ House Special by @drabbles-mc — county: Japan, Walt x F!Reader, 3k

↳ Lespwa fe viv by @artemiseamoon — country: Haiti, Chepe x OFC, 1.3k

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October 7 — Day of Darkness

Make something centered around non-death dark topics (we have a specific death day already). Morally or emotionally dark topics/themes.

↳ The Oil Has Run Thin by @proceduralpassion — Walt x OFC ficlet

↳ Twenty-Four Hours by @drabbles-mc — Carrillo & gn!Reader captivity 1.4k

One-word prompt: Blackout.

↳ Control pt 1 by @artemiseamoon — Verdin x OFC smut, 1.6k

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October 8 — Day of Light

A day of pure fluff: anything insanely, unambiguously, self-indulgently, luxuriously enjoyable.

↳ Moving Day by @drabbles-mc — Steve x Connie fluff, 1.1k

↳ Happiest I've Ever Been by @proceduralpassion — Steve x Connie fluff ficlet

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October 9 — Day of Gay

Create anything devoted to an LGBTQ+ character.

↳ Watching Time by @garbinge — Chepe x Pacho ficlet

↳ Bisexually-lit Dina by @tofuwildcard — fanart

Create anything with a queer and/or trans original character or reader insert.

↳ Down in the 305 by @drabbles-mc — Steve x M!Reader

↳ Would You Kill For Me, My Love? by @proceduralpassion — Pacho x OMC ficlet

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October 10 — Day of Tough Shit

Write a fic whose exact wordcount is divisible by 500 (500, 1000, 1500, etc).

↳ The distance between you & me by @artemiseamoon — Calderoni x OFC post-divorce 1.5k

↳ Four People You Meet by @drabbles-mc — Carrillo x Juliana, Carrillo & Martinez, 500

↳ Talking Heads by @ashlingnarcos — Arellano family humor, 500

↳ The Bungalow by @proceduralpassion — Amado x Reader, 500

Make a fanwork in a medium you’ve never used before. If you make GIFs, write something. If you write, draw. Etc. As long as it’s uncharted territory for you!

↳ Hi, I'm a Slut (Amado's Version) by @tofuwildcard — fanvid

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↳ narcos october masterlist ii with prompts from day 11 onwards

[deadolloading]

Solicitudes

Presentación de mi perfil, lo que escribo, reglas.

¡Hola pequeña personita! Me presento, soy deadolloading aún que pueden decirme Joven D, Doll, Dolly o como gustes. Mis pronombres son She/Her/Him, ¡Pero puedes decirme como sea!

Mi blog es totalmente en contenido en español, esto es debido a que no se mucho de inglés y hasta que no lo aprenda en su totalidad, no haré contenido en inglés.

El contenido de mi perfil apunta específicamente a todo lo relacionado con fanfics, pequeños escritos míos, etc. Igualmente los fanfics van del famoso Character x Reader o como el famoso Character x T/N.

Personas de cualquier edad, genero, creencia o nacionalidad ¡Es completamente bienvenido! Ya que mi contenido va para todo público ya que me incomoda escribir cualquier cosa NSFW, por lo que todo mi contenido es SFW, en caso de ser lo contrario se pide que no interactúen con esa publicación.

Requests are open!

Lea esto antes de solicitar cualquier fanfic, headcanon y esas cosas (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

Nota: A veces no puedo publicar mucho debido a lo ocupado que suelo estar.

Soy muy imaginativo con headcanons, escenarios/drabbles y es posible que veas mucho de eso en mi perfil, pero nada de fanfics o one-shots y tendrás que esperar mucho tiempo para que haga uno.

Por favor, no envíe hagas spam de solicitudes porque en esos caso no lo haré.

Si no publico un post muy largo, puede ser porque no tengo mucha imaginación en ese momento, disculpas de antemano.

¡El inglés no es mi primer idioma! Así que lo siento mucho por lo que solo escribiré en español.

Cuando pida algo en mi bandeja, por favor dame detalles de lo que quieres, como una parte específica que desea que agregue, qué personaje, género del lector, etc.

Solo puede escribir de 2 a 3 personajes a la vez.

Quiero que este lugar sea seguro tanto para mí como para los lectores.

Tengo todo el derecho a rechazar una solicitud, especialmente si rompe con las reglas que ya tengo.

Acepto escribir

Relaciones poliamorosas.

Dolor/comodidad.

Pelusa.

Amor, oc x character

No acepto escribir

Incesto

Sexo/NSFW

Violencia

Pedofilia, zoofilia

Relaciones altamente tóxicas

Fandoms y personajes para los que escribo !

Videojuegos

Phantom of the Opera - MazM

Christine Daae Sorelli Dupont Melek Levni Detective Hatim Eric

Genshin Impact

Sucrose Rosaria Beidou Amber Kaeya Diluc Jean Aloy Lisa

Mario Bros

Princess Peach Princess Daisy Rosalina Pauline Mario Luigi

Cuphead

Baroness Von Bon Bon Chef Saltbaker Cala Maria Hilda Berg

Five Night's at Freddy's

Michael Afton William Afton Henry Emily Clara Afton Animatronics

Sims 4

Elvira Lapida

Series/Anime/ARG

The Mandela Catalogo

Cesar Torres Mark Heathcliff Adam Murray Jonah Marshall Arcangel Gabriel Alt!Archangel Gabriel Sarah Heathcliff

Popee the Performer

Papi Poppe Eepop Kedamono

Kimetsu no Yaiba

Tanjiro Kamado Nezuko Kamado Inosuke Hashibira Zenitsu Agatsuma Muzan Kibutsuji Kagaya Ubuyashiki Kyōjurō Rengoku Obanai Iguro Gyomei Himejima Tengen Uzui Shinjuro Rengoku Mitsuri Kanroji Shinobu Kochō

Welcome Home

Wally Darling Julie Joyful Barnaby B. Beagle Frank Frankly Eddie Dear Howdy Pillar Sally Starlet Poppy Partridge

My Hero Academia

Kyoka Jiro Eijiro Kirishima Denki Kaminari Mei Hatsume Mt. Lady Tsuyu Asui Tenya Iida Endeavor Ochako Uraraka Momo Yaoyorozu

Sakura CardCaptor

Tomoyo Daidōji Tōya Kinomoto Yukito Tsukishiro Maki Matsumoto Nadeshiko Kinomoto Syaoran Li Fujitaka Kinomoto Kaho Mizuki Sakura Kinomoto Clow Reed Caras Clow

Sailor Moon

Usagi Tsukino Rei Hino Makoto Kino Ami Mizuno Minako Aino Haruka Teno Michiru Kaio Setsuna Meio Nephrite Mamoru Chiba/Tuxedo Mask Kou Seiya Kou Yaten Kou Taiki

Dragon Ball

Gohan Veggetta Piccolo Trunks Broly Androide 18 Androide 17 Whis Krilin

Scooby-Doo

Vilma Dinkley Daphne Blake Shaggy Rogers Fred Jones

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Montgomery Montgomery Violet Baudelaire Klaus Baudelaire Georgina Orwell Justice Strauss Fernald Fiona Kit Snicket Lemony Snicket  Gustav Sebald

Marvel/DC Comics

Solo agregare unos personajes

Doctor Octopus - Spiderman Miguel O'Hara - Spiderman Ghost Spider - Spiderman Spider-Man Noir - Spiderman Doctor Stranger - Marvel Peggy Carter - Marvel Raven - DC Comics Starfire - DC Comics Beast Boy - DC Comics Green Arrow - DC Comics

Moral Orel

Bloberta Puppington Clay Puppington Rod Putty Stephanie Putty Nurse Bendy

The Amazing Digital Circus

Ragatha x Reader Pomni x Reader Caine x Moon Caine x Reader Jax x Reader Gingle x Reader

Otros personajes (serie o película)

Miss Peregrine - Miss Peregrine y el hogar para chicos peculiares Carrie - Carrie 1976 Michael Myers - Halloween Jason Voorhees - Viernes 13 Thomas Hewitt - Masacre en Texas 2006 Ghostface - Danny Johnson Phantom of the Opera - Movie 2004 Blue Diamont - Steven Universe Yellow Diamond - Steven Universe Personajes de Disney - Solo si lo conozco

⠀⠀ ⠀ Reglas ⛧ ?!

ㅤㅤ⛧ Especificar por favor lo que quieren, no soy adivina. Si quieren cierta situación especifica, ese tipo de cosas ya saben.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Al momento de escribir para lectores, lo diré de una vez, no se mucho de pronombres. Por lo que si quieres de un personaje no binario o algo así, por favor dime como es su uso de pronombres para escribirlo y te sientas cómodo.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Esto totalmente abierta a la idea de escribir OC x Character, para eso pido que en privado me den algo de información de su oc. Alguna ficha, descripción de personalidad y física, ese tipo de cosas.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Pido que me tengan paciencia, suele escribir de forma muy tardada debido a mi gran bloqueo de escritor. Ténganme paciencia, soy nuevo en esto :').

ㅤㅤ⛧ ¡Pueden pedirme cualquier cosa! Romance, platónico, relación padre/madre e hijx, de hermandad, etc.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Por favor, pido respeto ya que esto es como un tipo de pasatiempo para mi. No vengo a molestar a nadie y tampoco vengo a que me molesten. Si no les gusta mi perfil o tienes problemas conmigo, te pido amablemente que dejes mi perfil y con gusto puedes bloquearme.

Eso sería todo por mi parte, bienvenidos a mi perfil y espero que les guste mi contenido.

¡Nos vemos!

[hausofmamadas]

SHUT THE MOTHERFUJIFFNDJIEJEJEJEJ FRONT DOOR IM LITERALLY MAD I HAVE TO GO TO THIS FAMILY DINNER AND I CAN’T JUST SIT HERE AND DIG INTO THIS DELICIOUS FEAST RIGHT HERE AND NOW GODDAMMIT BC YOU ARE RIGHT IT IS A CRIME THAT THERE IS NOT ENOUGH OF HER OUT THERE

Favors Owed

María Elvira x GN!Reader

For Day 13 of @narcosfandomdiscord's July Smut Alphabet: "make me forget (all about him/her/it/them)"

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, mentions of blood, angst, smut, oral sex

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I've never written for María before and I feel like that's a crime. I also feel like the lack of fic for her in general is a crime. So here we are! I'm in love with her and no one can stop me. 😌

Narcos Mexico Taglist: @ashlingnarcos @garbinge @narcolini @hausofmamadas @artemiseamoon @cositapreciosa @southotheborder @proceduralpassion (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

Her hands, her whole body hadn’t stopped trembling since she sent Miguel away. It was the right thing to do—she knew that. In reality, she knew that she had been much kinder to him than he deserved. A mere flesh wound was nothing compared to the damage and pain that he had inflicted. No one would’ve blamed her if she’d done something more. For a brief moment as the door slammed shut behind him, she regretted not taking it further.

She thought about taking the kids, and whatever they could each carry in their hands, and running. Where to? She didn’t know. But it felt impossible to stay in a house where he had been. But even if she ran, she knew that there was nowhere she could do where he wouldn’t be able to get to her. Him, the men that worked for him. Nowhere was far enough away.

When you heard the phone ringing at the other end of the house, you weren’t expecting to pick it up and hear María’s voice. Even when you heard it, all you could think was that it didn’t sound like her. There was a tremble in her words that you hadn’t ever heard before. You could hear her sniffling on the other end of the line as she tried to get the words out. She didn’t say what had happened, and you could only try to imagine, but in your mind there was only one person whose fault this could be.

“Puedes viner acá?” she asked, more of a plea than a question.

In all the years that you’d known her, María had only ever asked anything of you a small handful of times. Few favors than you had fingers. If she was asking you to do something, it was because she really needed it.

“Por supuesto.” It was the start and the end of the discussion.

Once you hung up the phone, you immediately packed a bag, enough clothes to last you for a couple days just in case. You didn’t know if you needed anything else. If you didn’t know what you would need, you definitely didn’t know what she was going to need. You had to hope that showing up would be enough.

You knocked lightly at the door, anxiously toying with the strap of your bag on your shoulder. As you waited, you couldn’t help glancing back over your shoulder. If your gut was right, and any of this was about something Miguel had said or done, there was no certainty that you were safe here on her doorstep.

When you heard the sound of the locks clicking on the other side, you reverted your gaze, standing up a little straighter in anticipation. María pulled the door open only part way, like she was making sure that it was really you, and that it was really just you.

You saw the fear lingering in her eyes and your heart ached. You held your hands out, palms up and kept your voice soft as you spoke. “María, querida, soló soy yo.”

She let out a shaky breath and opened up the door a little wider for you to pass through. The second you’d stepped inside, she shut the door and locked it again. Resting her palm flat against the wide wooden paneling of the door, she let her forehead drop to it for a moment, a dull thud as she fought to take a deep breath.

“Qué pasó?” you asked as you glanced around the house. It was quiet, but nothing seemed out of place. The only thing that really felt off aside from María’s state, was the fact that you couldn’t hear the sounds of her children playing or bickering.

She turned around, tearstains still smudging her cheeks, a slight tremor lingering in her hands as they rested at her sides. “Miguel,” she finally said, the name falling heavily off her tongue like it took all of her strength to say it.

You frowned, the knot in your gut tightening. “Qúe hizo él?”

She shook her head, not wanting to say it out loud again. Saying it to him had been hard enough. “Cosas malas.” Lifting her gaze from the floor, she met your eyeline as she said, “Él es un diablo.”

You nodded, unsure of what to say. She wasn’t wrong. There wasn’t much more for you to add. It’d been a long time since you’d had anything good to say about Miguel, but María’s life and choices were her own so you kept your mouth shut. She knew how you felt anyway—she could read you from a mile away.

Adjusting your bag on your shoulder, you reached out, stopping when your hand was mere inches away from hers. You didn’t want to make her feel like you were another person that she had to pull away from, another person she couldn’t trust. She’d called you here, sure, but there was still an ocean separating the two of you, waves crashing over the floor tiles between you.

The waters receded when she put her hand into yours. Letting out a silent sigh of relief, you gave her a gentle pull to follow you deeper into the house. “Ven comnigo.”

You guided her through the house towards the kitchen, figuring the first step in dealing with any of this was a drink. Water, tea, liquor, whatever it took to take the right kind of edge off. You spoke as the two of you walked, steps slow and calculated through the house. “Qué neces—” your sentence stopped short when you saw the kitchen knife laying on the floor. Your feet stopped in their tracks when you saw the blood on the edge of the blade. Your eyes widened as you turned back to look at her, heart stopping for a moment when she wasn’t looking you in the eyes. “María, did you—”

“No,” she knew where your sentence was going. “He’s alive,” she said, tone filled with bitterness at the reality of it. “Ya se fue.”

You nodded but didn’t say anything else. Letting go of her hand, you knelt down and picked up the knife before walking the rest of the way into the kitchen. She followed you, only able to stare at the knife in your hands as you walked over to the sink. You hadn’t even set your bag down yet but you were turning the faucet on, scrubbing away the blood on the knife with more vigor than necessary.

It wasn’t until you’d washed, dried, and put it back in the knife block that you turned back around to look at her. She was standing in the kitchen, watching you carefully. It was the first time in all the years that you’d known her that the fire in her ever seemed to waver. You hated Miguel for doing that to her.

Taking a deep breath, you turned back around, reaching for the cupboard that was safely out of reach of the children. Opening it, you pulled out one of the bottles of liquor that stood at the back of the shelf. You held it out to her in a silent offer, one that she gladly accepted. She didn’t bother with a glass, gripping the neck of it and bringing it right to her lips. She took a long drink from it before handing it back to you, and you did the same thing, not caring about the lipstick she’d left around the rim of it. It wasn’t a cure, but it was enough to get the trembling to stop for her, enough to start to slow down the racing thoughts that were in your head. You set it back down on the countertop before stepping in close to her again. You gingerly rested your hands on her shoulders.

“Qué necesitas de mi?” you asked. There was nothing that you wouldn’t do for her—all she had to do was ask and you would figure it out.

“Quédate conmigo,” she said, voice soft.

You nodded. “Okay.”

Her shoulders dropped slightly in relief. It was a band-aid over a bullet wound, but it was better than nothing. It was only one word but it still had her collapsing against you, a shred of reassurance and comfort in the midst of the mess. Her arms looped around you, pinning her body tightly to yours as her head rested against your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders as you felt her balling her fists into the back of your shirt. Closing your eyes, you leaned the side of your head against hers as you ran one hand back through her hair, letting it cradle the back of her head.

“Lo siento, querida,” you said, trying to comfort her the best way you knew how without knowing the details of it all.

You felt the dampness settling in on your shoulder from her tears, and you did your best to hold her a little tighter. Turning your head slightly, you pressed a soft kiss to the side of her head as you murmured more apologies, more promises that you were there for her for whatever she needed.

Her fingers slowly loosened their hold on the fabric of your shirt. Her breathing quieted, evened out. You couldn’t help but to relax a little at the realization, find a shred of relief in it. Continuing to rest your head against hers, you asked, “Qué vamos hacer?”

She shook her head, not lifting it from your shoulder. “No sé.”

You nodded before kissing the side of her head again. That was an answer that you could accept for now. You were ready to stand in the middle of her kitchen like that all night if that was what she needed from you. But then you felt her pull away from you. Not much, just enough to be able to lift her head and turn to look at you.

You were about to ask her what she needed, what you could do, when she pressed her lips against yours. It caught you off-guard, and for a moment you couldn’t even think enough to kiss her back. You felt her fingertips graze against the side of your face for a moment and you felt the rest of your body short-circuit.

She pulled back, eyes searching yours for an answer that you weren’t even sure that you had. Your mouth opened and shut a couple times as you tried to conjure up the thoughts, the words you wanted to say. “María—”

“Quieres saber que necesito?” she said, her voice hushed, but steadier than it had been. “Necesito este.” Putting her hand to the side of your face, she pulled you in so that her forehead was touching yours. “Haz que me olvide de el.”

Your breath caught in your throat, unable to form the words that you wanted to say, but you still managed to nod. You heard the short sigh of relief that she let out before she brought her lips back to yours again. This time, you didn’t hesitate to kiss her back. Dropping your bag to the floor, you pulled her body tight against yours, hands sliding over the patterned fabric of her dress as she continued to kiss you, her nails raking lightly against the back of your head.

When she pulled her lips away from yours, it felt like she took all of your breath with her. Panic went through you for a moment, thinking that you’d done something wrong, thinking that she thought this was a mistake. You were about to apologize when she took your hand in hers and starting guiding you back through the house to her bedroom, promptly shutting the door behind the two of you once you were inside. Maybe it was wrong that you felt relief about it, the fact that she hadn’t changed her mind about this, but you didn’t have any time to ruminate on it once her lips were on yours again, all tongue and teeth and grabbing hands as she pulled you over to the bed.

She was lying on her back beneath you, long waves cascading over the pillow behind her head as you looked down at her, one leg draped and slotted between hers. She looked up at you, and even with the lipstick begging to smear onto her cheek, you were certain that you’d never seen anyone more beautiful than her before, probably wouldn’t ever again.

María pulled you back down to her, hand at the side of your neck. You kissed her, savoring the faint trace of liquor still lingering in her mouth as you brought one hand down to her chest. You cupped her breast, thumb grazing over her nipple through the fabric of her dress. She let out a low moan of approval, her hand gripping onto your side, fingernails digging lightly in the space between the waist of your jeans and where your shirt had ridden up.

You slid your hand down, pushing up the skirt of her dress so that you could drag your hand along the side of her thigh. You felt her squirm beneath your touch, desperate for more, for whatever was next. Bringing your hand between her legs, you felt your brain and body freeze up for a moment when you felt her wetness through the strip of fabric that covered her core. Something about knowing that you had done that made you freeze up for a moment before pulling them to the side and running your fingers through her folds.

She moaned into your mouth for a moment before breaking the kiss. You pulled your face away from hers enough to be able to really look at her. Her breathing was ragged, and even though you knew you couldn’t, you could’ve sworn that you could hear the bounding of her heartbeat inside the quiet room.

The silence only lasted for a moment as you studied the look on her face, each shift in her expression as your fingers trailed lightly against her, but once you slid your fingers into her she broke the quiet with a moan that would’ve made your knees buckle had you been standing up. You caught her lips in another kiss as you began to slowly pump your fingers in and out of her, finding your rhythm based on the way she kissed you, the way her nails raked down your back when her hands slid beneath your shirt.

You felt the way that her legs were starting to shake, the trembling this time not from fear but from pleasure. When you pulled away from her, lips off hers, fingers sliding out of her when she was so close to release, her breath stopped halfway down her throat. She looked up at you, brows coming together in confusion, annoyance, as her chest heaved with each deep breath she took. She didn’t have to verbally ask you what the fuck you were doing for you to understand the question. You didn’t let it faze you, pressing a kiss to your jaw before proceeding to slide down her body. You pulled her panties down, casting them aside before pushing the skirt of her dress up the rest of the way. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching you with an unwavering gaze as you hooked her legs over your shoulders.

Dragging your tongue up her slit, you moaned at the taste of her as she let out a string of curses at the feeling of you. You kissed the insides of her thighs and between her legs before running your tongue over her again, rewarded with the sound of her head dropping back against the pillow. Wrapping your lips around her clit, you slid your fingers back inside of her.

Her gasp turned into a moan as she reached down, putting her hands against the back of your head so you couldn’t pull away, not that you’d ever even dream of it. Her thighs tightened around your head but even so, you could still hear her saying your name, the sound of that and nothing else filling the room. You let out a hum of approval against her, the sensation of it causing her legs to start shaking. With nothing but the feel of her against your mouth, and the sound of her voice repeating your name and begging you not to stop, you couldn’t help but to think that you had done exactly what she had asked of you. A favor you’d do for her time and time again if that was what she wanted.