#rafa caro quintero x reader

[uchispeach]

Empire (Pt. 1)

Dark! Drug Lord x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Possessive and manipulative behavior, obsession, death threats, gang violence, guns & drugs, kidnapping, non-con groping & kissing, manhandling, age gap, Sheltered! Reader…

Summary: The moment Rafael Caro Quintero laid eyes on you, something inside him snapped. You weren’t meant for his world—too innocent, too untouched—but that didn’t matter. He wanted you. And when Rafa wanted something, he took it.

Oblivion could be blissful, except when the order of things is unexpectedly changed from one day to another.

Reality can give devastating hits, that’s why most people decide to hide under ignorance—to sit still until it all explodes on their faces. You were one of those people, just not willingly.

Your dad knew you weren’t the sharpest tool in the shed; a sweet and gentle soul like you wouldn’t survive a day by yourself. At least, that’s what he told himself when cutting every single feather of your freedom wings, prohibiting you to even dream about leaving home one day.

It’s not like many questions were asked, you were never a rebellious child—always latching to your dad’s side after your mother’s abandonment, probably afraid of being left behind once again.

The bubble you lived in felt pretty stable, all filled with calmness and warmth. A loving father, a nice house and a calm city, that’s all you had known for 19 years.

“Good morning!” You stopped chewing in order to cover your mouth, pronouncing each word with effusiveness. Your father looked neat, a perfect ironed shirt accompanied by his signature vest. “Good morning, pretty girl!” His polished shoes squeaked funnily against the wood flooring.

Adding to his serious look, a black leather suitcase hung from his arm. Your eyes focused on his flared nostrils, admiring his ability to smell food from meters apart. “Oh, just what I like” His tone leaked with excitement, followed by desperate hands reaching for the utensils.

Each meal was spent together, one of the various rules you had been imposed since a young age. You weren’t opposed to it at all, gladly enjoying your father’s company when eating yet another home cooked meal.

The Kitchen’s layout was just the same from any other middle class home, classic and cozy—causing the electronic device in front of you to stand out.

A TV was one of those things you could never convince your father to like, too modern and distracting for his academic taste. However, with enough begging and birthday wishing, you could finally get to bring it home.

“Police are still investigating the sudden death of José Naranjo and his brother, Pablo Naranjo. Two recognized business men in Guadalajara, owners of multiple restaurants and hotels spread all over the city-” The news reporter looked dull, monotone voice combining his inexpressive features.

“Turn that off…breakfast is for spending time with family not staring at a screen.” Your dad looked at you through sharp eyes, adding authority to his demand. You complied immediately, rushing to press the button.

“Pft. Business men, I can’t believe that’s what they call them nowadays.” The silver fork suffered under his grasp, eyebrows tightened together showing discontent. Meanwhile, confusion decorated your face—quickly puzzled by the sudden complaint.

“What do you mean, daddy?” The last mentioned sighed heavily. “I’m just saying…people don’t get killed for no reason.” You froze, limbs feeling heavy at the cruel assumption. “Don’t say that, dad!” A hint of indignation tickling your throat.

Unfortunately, your father was right. The Naranjos weren’t your common old money family. In fact, they didn’t even come from generational wealth, more so from new opportunities. Two guys that knew exactly who to bribe, who to be friends with and who to eliminate. The pair of drug lords who ran your state.

The grey haired man decided to ignore your newfound empathy, clearly aware that it came from naivety.

One would think the extinction of yet another pair of assholes was a great input for humanity, and it was. The only problem being the empty vacant waiting to be filled by a crueler competitor.

Either way, none of that seemed to affect you from the Ford Pinto’s passenger seat. Too occupied admiring the city’s morning glow—unaware of the growing revolution happening on the same land you happily stepped on every day.

(…)

Punctuality above anything else, that’s what had been preached at home since the day you came to this world. Still, you always seemed to find new ways to distract yourself on campus.

But who could blame you? No one, not when a middle class girl with mediocre grades like you got to attend one of the most elite universities in all the country. “Ugh, thank God…at least, we’ll be late together.” You flinched at the intrusive arms wrapping around your shaky shoulders.

Sofia’s timeless face stared at you in playfulness, her pink lips stretched on a confident smirk while her gold earrings swinged around. “I wouldn’t be so relieved if I was you…” Your voice shook with each long stride you took.

“Oh, come on. I’m sure being the teacher’s daughter has its perks.” The brunette’s hair bounced smoothly with each movement, accompanied by her flared jeans and girly purse.

A slight frown morphed your features. On one side, you were deeply grateful for your father’s efforts, recognizing he was the only reason you ever got to step foot in the building. But on the other, it was exhausting—having to perform under his perfectionist supervision could be dreadful.

“Knock.” The tall girl threw at you, standing lazily next to a closed door. You shook your head in horror. “No. You knock!” Even with all the noise coming from the corridor, you could still hear the grey haired man lecturing the class of rich kids.

“Whatever…” Sofia’s green eyes rolled with annoyance, followed by his rough hands turning the metal handle. You took a deep breath, chest rising rapidly at the crowded room’s sight.

“Miss Conesa…and companion.” He looked strict, with his straightened back, puffed chest and one foot ruler pointing straight at you. Warmth started flowing to your face, feeling overwhelmed by the possibility of being berated in front of your juvenile classmates.

“Just…take a seat.” His sigh echoed through the tall walls, hurrying you to take a seat upfront. Quickly, your hands scattered through the infinity of notebooks, hoping to not anger the professor any further.

(…)

“And that’s the difference between permeable and impermeable surfaces.” The sun leaked through the huge windows, reflecting its beautiful light on the chalk drawings. Your heart rate had finally stabilized after a few minutes of inhaling and exhaling frenetically. Leaving you in a relaxed state while attentively listening to yet another geographic explanation.

The soft hand held your jaw with gentleness, a common pose you took when being deeply entertained. Your dad sure knew how to give a class, making you feel a sense of pride while seeing him talk through every topic with professionalism.

He looked so composed, right in his element. Suddenly, his face morphed into a surprised one. His normally straight eyes opened up like two big plates, staring abnormally at a foreign presence.

Perhaps three foreign presences. Deep in thought, you had managed to ignore the heavy boots unapologetically stepping into your learning zone.

The door was left wide open, blocked by three brutish looking men. Their features were rough, just as their burly bodies, which flexed proudly under old T-shirts and torn jeans. They had dirt on their shoes and arms, making them stand out from the crowd of ironed dresses and Italian loafers. Still, none of those characteristics were as astonishing as the pair of handguns hanging from their side.

“Class is over.” The taller one stepped forward, leaving his two henchmen behind. Funnily enough, he was the only one without a weapon, nonetheless, he had the scariest presence out of them all.

His voice was deep and demanding, his frame nothing but small. He was all big muscles and scarred skin, a clenched jaw adding authority to his already outrageous behavior.

The two dark orbs posed themselves dangerously over your father, making you gasp quietly. “What the fuck?” Sofia whispered from beside you, following the crowd’s confused murmuring.

“Didn’t you hear, motherfuckers?” The shorter one shouted aggressively, making you jump out of your seat with shaking legs. “Get moving! Get the fuck out of here!” Big surprise hit you like a truck when every single one of your spoiled classmates started abandoning the room, a few of them encouraged by the frenetic trashing coming from the armed individuals.

The stiffer ones were not-so kindly moved by violent pulling and pushing, quickly kicked out onto the hall. The turmoil of emotions had you frozen in place, weak knees barely holding you up.

Fear clouded your senses, making you fail at recognizing the angry man approaching you from the side. “No. Wait!” You struggled to move under the tight grip, one of the aggressive goons dragging you by the forearm and onto the room’s entrance.

Meanwhile, the leader stomped his way to your father. Maniac glint in his gaze while approaching your trembling father. You trashed harder against the mean guy’s chest, planting your feet on the wood floor. “My babies are dying…Because of you, asshole.” Spit flew to your dad’s face, making him squeeze his eyes together in a mixture of disgust and fear.

“But don’t worry, you’re going to fix this.” In one swift movement, the delinquent grabbed him by the collar. “Let go of him. Dad!” Voice broken making your demand sound much less intimidating, and much more pitiful.

Slowly but confidently, the wild beast turned his head around—attention focused on a new target. The tip of his lips stretched sickly across his face, making you question whether a smile had even been a kind gesture to begin with.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. You’re coming with us too.” His calloused hands yanked your father back, making him stumble over his desk. “Chapo, start the car. We’re leaving with both princesses.” The last thing you saw was a shameless wink.

And as you were forced to keep your sight down, you couldn’t shake the feeling of two dark orbs burning holes into your skin.

(…)

"Honesty is the root of trust," your father used to say each night before tucking you in. "And families trust each other."

It’s funny to look back on now, considering the number of times you caught him in a lie.

"Trust needs to be earned," he'd add, as if to justify the weight of his words. Now, that made more sense. Harsh but true. You weren’t worthy of trust—not in his eyes. He’d made that clear, thousands of times.

Like when he lied about where your mother was—told you she was just "gone for a while," but you saw her things packed up in the car days before.

It wasn’t hard to see, the avoidance of your dad’s stare was noticeable—even for a hazy girl like you. Either way, there had been no time for confrontation, both of you being quickly thrown into an unknown car.

The thick fabric covering your face made you feel suffocated, preventing your eyes from wandering around. All you sensed was the heavy smell of a cigar, mixed with a strong herbal note. A beer bottle rolled all over the vehicle’s floor, occasionally crashing against your feet.

Rafa—that was the leader’s nightmarish name. You’d heard the four letters being thrown from one of his men, in the midst of imploring for mercy as dozens of curses flew their way. Rafa wasn’t a merciful man, though, fueled by his never-ending rage.

“Fucking imbeciles,” he barked through clenched teeth, hitting the compartment with a tight fist once again. “Geologist, you better sort this shit out or I’ll fuck you up…”

A vein popped on his forehead, his wild curly hair barely covering it, while sharp teeth flashed in a wolfish smirk. Your eyes couldn’t admire it, but your mind couldn’t help but imagine it. “…real bad.” His last words were buried by a thick cloud of smoke, followed by a cruel laugh.

Northern Mexican music blasted through the vehicle’s radio, making you feel overwhelmed—alongside your companion’s anxious leg constantly bumping against yours.

Would honesty had been of any help?… Perhaps it could’ve kept you from hysterically sobbing against the leather seats, but knowing yourself, it would’ve given your fear deeper roots.

Guadalajara’s sun scorched your exposed skin, the flimsy sundress offering little protection. A pair of dark eyes fixated on you, trailing over your trembling body as their owner licked his lips in anticipation.

The car lurched to a sudden stop, the jolt making your limbs feel impossibly heavy. “Stop crying, doll. You’re in good hands.” A pair of rough, calloused hands yanked you forward, fingers digging harshly into your wrists as you collided with a firm chest.

The scent hit you first—leather and tobacco, laced with the cold, metallic bite of money. The path beneath your feet was uneven, sharp rocks tearing at your delicate flats, a cruel contrast to the heavy boots beside you.

Rafa’s large palm settled firmly on your nape, forcing you deeper into the unknown. His grip was suffocating, his presence inescapable. Dust swirled in the air, the distant murmur of men blending with your father’s ragged breathing. A sea of outlawed cowboys surrounded you, their watchful eyes tracking your every move.

Suddenly, you were held still, the big hand applying an unnecessary force to your neck. A hurt whine resumed your tears.

The first thing you saw was a precarious floor, all dirt, no pavement. Such a contrast from the cosmopolitan city you were forced out of.

A languid moan alerted you—your father’s formal clothes turned a mess as he kneeled down. The men surrounding you wore rough features, all crossed arms and mean stares. “They’re drier than your ass.” Rafa’s remark made the goons laugh.

Dope, kilometers and kilometers of weed—dying herbs starting to look brown at the lack of hydration. Your lips opened in surprise, a loud gasp leaving them unannounced. The plantation was immense, its illicit leaves flaunting almos mockingly at you.

Blink after blink, you weren’t able to take in the grandness of it. Your fixation denied you from awareness while your father stuttered at the mob’s complaints.

“Don’t lie to me. You know about this shit!” The furious man kneeled down, accusing the innocent man with a pointed finger. “That day, when I visited you in your classroom…fuck, you told me it was here.” The rant was endless, insult after insult burying your father deeper into desperation.

“Geography isn’t an exact science.” You expressed, reaching a pair of intolerant ears.

The thing about ignorance, it’s that it's often followed by recklessness. His orbs were a dark brown, making them almost match his black hair. But when he focused his gaze at you, they grew even darker than the inky strands.

“Is that right?” The slow roll of his shoulders as he stood up, the way his fingers gripped his belt—it was a silent warning, a display of dominance wrapped in effortless ease. “I don’t fucking care…” Your breath hitched when his hand reached out for your jaw—silver rings pinching your soft cheeks. “…You better find my water,” Every word was enunciated with contained violence, husky voice fanning your ear lobe. “or I’ll kill you both.” Rafa gave you a last tug, shaking your brain with aggressiveness.

Your knees wobbled as his helped him back up confidently. Without breaking eye contact, his fingers snapped condescendingly. A short armed guy ran to his side, providing him with relief—the fat blunt was instantly lighted by another man, allowing Rafa to take a slow drag from it.

(…)

The sun had long withdrawn, fading the heat, and quickly replacing it by the cool breath of the desert wind—that stirred the sand in soft whispers.

The moon, high and full, bathed everything in an ethereal glow, casting long shadows of the illegal crops. The goosebumps traveling down your spine were starting to become insufferable, representing the chilling cold penetrating your bones.

Rafa, on the other hand, seemed to be just fine. His shirt had long abandoned his torso—leaving a wide chest only covered by multiple gold chains.

Your tears had dried out, leaving salty paths down your puffy cheeks. You could barely focus on the map, your fingers tracing the faint lines that Rafa, with his commanding presence, had insisted you hold steady. Your gaze, despite your best efforts, would drift to him — to the way his broad shoulders moved as he worked, digging into the earth with purpose. The muscles of his back rippled with every movement, each twist and turn of his body making the air seem heavier, more intoxicating.

He was relentless, his focus unwavering, even as his chest rose and fell with the exertion of his labor. The sweat that clung to his skin glistened in the moonlight, the gold chains around his neck catching the light in a hypnotic way. His vulgar curses would occasionally make you flinch, alongside the smoldering gaze he would direct to you each time the wind lifted your skirt.

Most of his men had drifted to sleep, exhausted by the long hours of being overworked—their snores barely drowned by the sporadic explosion of a grenade.

“Fucking bullshit” An animalistic grunt flew your way as Rafa climbed out of the huge hole he had just dug. His heavy lidded eyes leaked with frustration, making you step back in precaution.

Heavy boots made the floor creak. The man with black hair stomped his way back into the thatched-roof hut you had previously used to take refuge from the sun. Shyly, you followed right behind.

“Sons of bitches” He murmured between greeted teeth, violence in his eyes at the sight of a sleepy crew. A bottle of beer crashed onto the floor, purposely thrown by the fuming boss.

With both dirty hands, he took a whole batch of boxes with him. Effortlessly, he carried the explosive filled thing.

“Rafa, I don’t think that’s a good-” Your opinion went half heard, a concussive rumble numbing your ear holes and everyone’s around.

Men’s grunts and gasps were heard from all around, the explosion having woken up the sleepy crew. “What the fuck, Rafa?” The one they called ‘Chapo’ spoke in a raspy tone. Still, nothing seemed to get the maniac to stop.

This time, a whole box was thrown, “God damn it. You’re going to kill us all.” The black haired man pulled the pin of the last grenade with a slow, deliberate motion, his fingers steady despite the chaos humming in the air. The metal clinked as he rolled the explosive between his palms, like he was savoring the moment. But, just before he let it drop into the dark abyss below, he turned his head—just enough to catch your gaze. His eyes, wild and electric, gleamed under the dim light, a wicked grin stretching across his face, as if it was all just a game to him.

“Back up, back up.” Your father’s voice in the background did little for your nerves. Instinctively, your eyes shut together in distress.

The first explosion ripped through the silence like a thunderclap. Fire erupted from the impact, a shockwave tearing through the air, sending dirt flying in every direction. Before the dust could settle, a second detonation followed, louder, angrier. Then, absolute silence.

Nothing but the occasional chirping of a cricket interrupted the stillness. Until, it happened. A thin trickle seeped through the fractured soil. The trickle grew, turning into a steady stream, then water started surging upward in sudden bursts.

The liquid soaked you entirely, making you fear nearing hypothermia. “No fucking way, man!” Excited shouts numbed your brain, causing dizziness to attack you.

People jumped up and down in excitement, causing the ground to tremble beneath the force. Your confusion made you stumble around, no real direction in mind.

A pair of strong arms kept you steady for once, shameless digits gripping onto your hips. Dangling chains and sweaty chest pressing against you.

You felt him, the heat his body exuded was suffocating—as well as the invasive rubbing on your waist.

His breathing was ragged as it fanned on your hair. Big palms travelled to your jaw, handling it to the right angle—making you meet his dilated pupils.

He towered over you, mentally and physically. Every single one of his pores leaked cockiness, accompanied by that unbeatable grin, the type of grin only a powerful man has.

You were at the beginning of his empire and he would make sure you followed until the end of it. "You just secured me a shit ton of money," he murmured, his lips ghosting over yours, teasing, taunting. But there was no choice to be made, no escape from the crushing weight of his presence.

Before you could react, he took what he wanted—mouth colliding with yours in a brutal, possessive kiss. His grip on your jaw tightened as his tongue forced its way past your lips, swallowing your muffled protest like it was nothing. The world around you erupted in chaos—gunfire cracking through the air, cheers ringing out—but all you could feel was him, suffocating, unyielding, claiming.

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[proceduralpassion]

XTASY

Day 15 of Narcoctober- Create a smut fanwork that includes three different kinks and/or sex acts

Character(s): Rafa Caro Quintero x Reader

CW: smut, overstimulation, cum play, oral sex, orgasm while partially clothed, reunion sex

WC: ~1.4K

A/N: Rafa tearing reader down as he should 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

“Fuck, I missed you.”

You grin into the kiss, unable to hide your amusement. Your lips move towards his ear and you whisper, “Slow down, bebito,” before giving a light tug on his ear. 

He hums as he kisses down the column of your throat, “I don’t know if I can, querida. Have to have you now.”

You hang onto his neck for leverage as he pushes you towards your bed. It’s probably been a total of less than five minutes in the time between him entering your apartment and guiding the both of you to your bedroom. 

And now here you are being thrown onto the bed, giggles leaving your mouth with a rapidity that makes you cough. Rafa doesn’t make things better for you when his fingers dance up your ankles, sending you further into cackles. He grants you a little reprieve, mainly because he’s struck with how captivating your beauty is in the moments when you’re so carefree. It’s powerful enough to not only leave him speechless but also heartens him to apologize.

“I know I should have called-” He starts.

“Right. It’s not like you were in prison for the entirety of the two months you were gone.” 

You both laugh, but he’s insistent on voicing his regret, “Still. I could’ve bribed the prison guard a little harder.” 

“How romantic,” you lift your leg and your pointed toe hits the center of Rafa’s bare abdomen, “Now, are you gonna keep on waxing poetic or are you gonna make up for lost time?”

Rafa makes up for lost time. 

He’s on you in a second, his pants joining his shirt and your dress that are now on the floor strewn in the hallway and your bedroom. Even as your lips meet again in a hot and heavy embrace, your shared moans fill the room as you grind against one another. 

You move to run your hands through his hair and frown as he lifts up from out of your reach. 

“I said I have to have you, bonita. I meant it.” 

He’s pushing your legs apart and pressing a line of kisses from your knee all the way to the thick flesh of your thighs.

“And you always say I’m impatient,” you hissed through your heavy breathing. 

He spreads your legs even further and your arousal is more than evident to him. He maneuvers your legs over his broad shoulders and bends his head into you. You jerk with the first sensation of his tongue meeting your core and Rafa savors it. Every tortured little groan. The way your thigh flexes at the feel of his tongue surrounding your most sensitive bundle of nerves. The border between pain and pleasure he feels upon feeling your hand grip at his hair. 

He’s so absorbed in tasting you that he doesn’t even let up upon your first orgasm. He felt the tightening of your legs around your head and heard how you went from moaning & groaning to complete silence as if you had been shocked. But even as you lay limp on the sheets, he still kept going. 

He hears the affronted gasp that leaves your mouth and it makes him laugh, the vibration of it eliciting a choking sound from you. His fingers join the affair and it leaves him with the ability to look up some at your face. There’s a question coloring your face, but you’re too indisposed to actually voice it. He fingers you in lackadaisical fashion as if he doesn’t realize how sensitive you are.

It makes you want to punch him, but you’re too heavy in the mix to move right now.

The smirk on his face is tempting though.

“One more, mi vida. Just give me one more.”

You know him well enough to know when he’s being truthful and when he’s not. You see right through his promise and know that this night is far from over. 

Helplessly, you whine his name and it eggs him on even further. 

“One more,” he whispers, and the rasp in his voice is sinful. He lowers his mouth once more and all clear thoughts elude you. He’s still looking up at you, and somehow that makes it worse. 

“Please, please, please,” you’re begging.

Your sharp yelp cuts off your own begging as you’re lifted higher into ecstasy. Your climax hits you so suddenly that your ears ring and your hands that are balled up in the sheets slowly relax to the point where you feel like you’ve been given painkillers. 

“Fuck, that was insane.”

Rafa lifts you up into his arms, “Ah, mi pobrecita.”

“Shut up,” you lightly slap his chest, enjoying the warmth of being in his arms. 

Rafa’s petty and you know this, which is why you shouldn’t be surprised when he reaches between your legs and deliberately fondles your folds. You’ve never been so sensitive before and your hiss is almost feline as you jump in his arms. The look on his face is impassive until he gives an innocent smile. He collects some of your wetness and whirls his finger until it’s at your lips.

You lock eyes with him as immediately as the taste of you lies on your tongue. You see the animalistic form his eyes take as he watches you lick all around his finger before taking another. 

He’s rock hard as you go to explore him. When you pull his briefs down, you feel that the spill of his climax already, which has you gasping. 

His answer, “You really think I didn’t have as much fun as you did just now?”

And even then, he was already ready to continue having his way with you, intent on wringing every morsel of pleasure out of you. 

You were granted some mercy.

He went slow with you as he laid you back down on the bed and slowly took your bra, your only remaining wardrobe, off. When he finally falls into you, it’s with a careful rock instead of a thrusting motion. He’s cautious when laying his weight against you and takes a minute to allow you to get used to the feeling of him.

For a moment, the mood in the room suddenly goes from erotic to an emotional kind of vulnerable.

“I was scared I’d never see you again,” you admit.

“Never, baby,” he gives a light kiss onto your nose, “I’ll always find my way back to you.”

He may have taken you slowly, but once he’s into it, he doesn’t stop. He’s still going after you reach your third orgasm and the scratch marks you leave on his back will grant only sweet, sweet memories of this night. 

You’re mostly a silent person when you reach your peak, but Rafa comes to love the way you screech with pleasure when you’re in this state of frenzy. It only drives him further and makes him even more desperate for his own release. 

“Rafa, please, baby.”

“I know, baby, I know,” his nose nuzzles with yours even as he continues demolishing you, “One more baby, I know you got in you.”

He sees the tears in your eyes and lightly wipes them away. The two of you had established safe words and boundaries long before at the start of when your relationship became sexual. Still, he looks you straight in the eye and stops for maybe a millisecond before you’re pulling him closer to you.

It makes him laugh and you grumble out a frustrated, “shut up.”

“My princess doesn’t want me to stop, does she?”

At this point, it’s like he’s nailing you to the fucking mattress and the next thing that leaves your mouth isn’t even intelligible. Your body is flush and sweat glistens the skin on both your bodies against the moonlight hitting your bedroom window.

You use what little strength you have to meet his thrusts and the sensation of you rubbing up against him sends you over, not once but twice. The first of the two is strong and in symmetry with Rafa’s own. The two of you go still and he revels in the sound of your screech as he spills into you. The second is smaller and rolls into you, minutes later when he finally pulls out. He had been watching and saw the way you clenched around nothing while pinching half moons into his arm.

He looks back up at your face in esteem, “Such a fucking overachiever.”

A/N: Like nawt to toot my own horn, but beep beep mfers bc this ATE. Click here to be added to the taglist. Taglist: @asirensrage @drabbles-mc @ashlingnarcos @narcosfandomdiscord

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1 & 15 with our curly haired beauty Rafa maybe?👀

Here's 1

"Tell me you love me." Rafa's whisper was desperate. He'd cornered you at your nephews birthday party. The party goers were focused on the kids and of course Felix had his own things to worry about. He didn't need to find out that his best friend and his sister were currently in a closet somewhere.

"Rafa, let's not do this here. I can visit you at your place tomorrow. But please please don't do this right now." You pushed the narco away from you. He looked angry but also more sad than you had ever seen them. You were frustrated and also felt slightly guilty but you ignored that.

"You really don't love me do you? Was I just your way of getting back at your brother?" Rafa looked like he had just had an epiphany and started laughing. "We've been doing this for a year! A year of hiding and running around and all the things you said we were going to do together. I killed people for you!"

"You act like I was the only one manipulating people Rafa. I know you only started fucking me to get back at that rich brat Sofia. You could honestly have done better, Rafa." You shot back.

"That was only in the beginning. I haven't given a shit about Sofia since that first night we slept together," Rafa softened again.

It was infuriating how your heart ached for him. It wasn't supposed to have gotten this far and for this long. "Rafa, I do care about you. But this is not the place for us to figure out whatever we are. There's something big happening with my brother and I don't want you to get involved."

"I'm his partner, of course I'm involved," Rafa shot back, frustration evident.

"Do you know he's trying to get into cocaine transport?" You asked him, expecting the surprise that took over his face. "You aren't that close to him anymore. I don't want him finding out about us because it might give him another reason to push you out."

Rafa leaned up against the door of the closet, contemplating what he had just heard. You watched him realize what Felix's new business venture would mean for him and his weed. You cupped his cheek and met his gaze. "Fucking with you may have started because I knew it would annoy Felix the most. But do you really think I would have kept this going for so long if I didn't have a reason."

You kissed him softly and he instinctively returned the kiss. You pulled away and held his face in your hands. "Before Felix finds out about us I need to make sure that your weed will be able to stand on its own without my brother's focus. I'm protecting you, do you understand?"

"Look me in the eyes this time and say you don't feel anything for me or tell me you love me. One or the other," Rafa insisted, not believing you.

You looked at him, taking in the handsome man who had been part of your life longer than anyone but your brother. The man you had grown so close to in the past year despite all your efforts to stay detached. You knew you had hurt him as you led him on. Glued to his side one week then off doing who knows what the next. You'd treat him better eventually, when you knew he was safe. But you would give him something to cling to. "I love you, Rafael Caro Quintero. And I will show you just how much tomorrow when I visit your home. But today I need to go out there and celebrate my nephew's birthday."

You pulled him down by his lapel for a heated and passionate kiss that left Rafa out of breath and trying to kiss you again. You pushed him away, "I'll leave first. Wait 5 minutes before you leave the closet. I will see you tomorrow, mi amor."

Rafa stole another kiss, his demeanor now happier and giddy and so in love, "I'll do whatever you want, bonita. I can't wait until tomorrow."

You hesitated at the door and turned to him one last time, "I promise you, Rafa, we'll be together in the open, soon. Just wait for me, okay. Te amo."

With those words you left the closet and didn't turn back.

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Here's 15 SMUT

You couldn't help but gasp as Rafa kissed his way down your body. You wanted more than anything to thread your fingers through his hair and hold him close. You pulled at the ropes that tied you to the bed to no avail.

When Rafa settled between your legs and ran the flat of his tongue up your slit you struggled to stifle the moan. He laid his head on your inner thigh and with the barest tip of his finger grazed your sensitive skin, pulling away as you tried to rock into his touch. You looked down at him regretting letting him do this.

He had insisted that he wanted to try being in control. Rafa was normally so welcoming to your need to tease and play with him. You experimented but your love making always leant toward your dominant side. But he'd gotten it into his head, for some reason, that he wanted to tie you up and have his way with you. So here you were, tied to your large bed, naked and spread like an eagle for him to have his way with.

Rafa straddled your thigh, cupping your pussy with one hand as he leaned over you and nipped at your nipple. He was still fully dressed and you were craving his skin on yours. You mewled as he laved at your breasts and finally dipped a finger inside of you. He was smiling as he rutted against your thigh, his hard on pressing into you.

You watched him as he pulled his finger from you and stuck it in his mouth. He made a show of licking it clean before he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. The dark man was still slowly rutting against your thigh as you squirmed for more friction between your legs. Rafa smiled at you as he glided his fingers along your torso, cupping your breasts. "You look so needy, baby. I like it."

You gasped when he wrapped a hand around your throat and found your clit with the other. He drew languid circles around the nub, pulled away, then did it again, teasing you mercilessly. You moaned in frustration, "I think I liked you better when you were on your knees and begging for mercy."

Rafa chuckled loudly as he muffled your comment with his lips. You were savoring the taste of his tongue when you felt him unbuckle his pants. When he pulled away and leant back on his knees you could see his hard cock now out in the open. You watched him step off the bed and kick off his jeans. Followed by him moving to each of your ankles and untying them.

You didn't move, unsure of what was coming but you were eager for whatever it was. His fingertips danced along your legs as he crawled back up the bed. You breathed out his name, begging him with your eyes for more. Rafa hovered over you, whispering words of adoration as he covered your face, neck, and shoulders with kisses. You felt him untie one of your hands from the bedpost but keep the rope around your wrist.

"Turn, mi amor," He whispered as he guided you. Rafa untied your other wrist but as you turned he pulled your wrists together and tied them to each other behind your back. You were surprised that he chose this but you didn't bother to ask as he distracted you with more kisses and caresses.

The narco's cock was nudging at your pussy as he pulled you up to a kneeling position. He kept your torso up by a firm hand on your tied wrists and his hand cupping the front of your throat. You felt totally at his mercy as he slid his cock home. He fucked you viciously, spanking you as he thrust into you at a punishing pace. It had never been like this before. So brutal and animalistic and all consuming. Your orgasms hit you one after the other as Rafa used you. You could do nothing but take all that he gave you.

By the time you were nestled in his arms, barely conscious as he pulled you close and showered you with kisses and 'I love you's, you had no more regrets. Maybe you'd have to let him have control more often. You were sore, a mess between your legs, and completely and utterly satisfied.

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Tenoch Huerta is so pretty I can't breathe

and my rafa too

I can't stop thinking about his girlfriend or his boyfriend trying to convince him to let them put some makeup on him.

"rafa,amor confia en mi te vas a ver aun mas guapo"

he would need a lot of conviction and later a lot of reaffirmation of what a man he is.

but let's say you accomplish your mission and he lets you apply some eye shadow and lip gloss on it (I'm down bad for men with glitter)

then you apply the same skin care and it's just that you relax while listening to music

Rafa, Rafa, Rafa

Okay, so I fully believe that it would be a struggle getting this man to let you even get anywhere near his face, much less let you put makeup on him. I'm sorry but I don't think there would be a moment when he would be willing to let you use makeup on him. At least not without some sort of bribe.

Listen he has an image to maintain and despite him having pretty good confidence in himself, these are the 80s and it's not exactly common to walk out and see a pretty man that didn't just get lucky to have the genes.

I really do think it would take some bribe for him to indulge you, even then don't expect him to go out in public like this. He loves you to death he really does, but please understand he's got a reputation to keep up and people to deal with.

However, I can see him letting you so some skin care and maybe maybe if your lucky a touch of lipstick but only if it's through your lips, what can I say? The man is a romantic.

Now after a while of doing this over time you may actually give him some confidence to wear it if it's a quick errand to run, and let me tell you. The man will absolutely learn his colors and shades, foundation and eyeshadow. So don't worry about him bringing home the wrong color, or confusing products, he likes to pay attention to the things you apply on him. He's got you covered.

I'll tell you right now, at night this man needs so much reassurance. He's scared and ashamed. This isn't what a man should be. This isn't what he should look like. Do you really think he looks pretty? Can you really consider him a man after this.

All of these questions are things that he asks and worries that you will need to ease with the softest voice and gentle hands. At night his insecurities really do get to him, and you have to lay down with him and gently stroke his hair while staring at him, at your man. Your beautiful strong man who looks even more beautiful and strong with makeup. Just as he is. Be patient with him this is all new to him and he really does like the way he looks but baby boy needs time.

Trust me that no one would say a thing, while he may be in the business you have as much power with outside connections as you need for people to keep their mouths shut.

Also, guys, I'm taking a break as you guys saw this was posted way after my date and tbh I'm not doing so well mentally. Hopefully, I'll be back randomly and if anything else be back by May. Sorry dudes, but comments and random talks will be easier than having to post on schedule.

@hausofmamadas @yoongskook

[beyourself-marvellover]

Ella Baila Sola ~ Rafa x Fem Reader

Notas: +18 - Rafa (Narcos México) x Fem Reader. En Español. - Inspirado en la canción: 'Ella Baila Sola' (Eslabón Armado x Peso Pluma)

Resumen: En la noche de tu cumpleaños, una salida de amigos, una simple celebración, termina con un encuentro muy candente.

La noche es perfecta para salir y distraerme un poco. Además, hoy hay un motivo para celebrar: mi cumpleaños.

Mis amigos y yo acordamos que ellos pasarían por mí, asegurándole a mis padres que voy a estar bien y, así como salí de casa, ellos se asegurarán de que regrese.

Retoco mi maquillaje y ya está. Me siento en la sala a esperar que vengan por mí. Cinco minutos después, suena el timbre.

Mis amigos y yo salimos luego de conversar un poco con mis padres. Aunque ya tenga 21 años, ellos aún me ven como una niña de seis y ahora que la inseguridad en el país se ha expandido, su preocupación es aún más latente.

Sin embargo, he ido demostrándoles que soy responsable y que también puedo cuidar de mí. Con mis amigos acordamos que entre todos nos cuidamos y más cuando salimos de noche.

Una media hora después llegamos a la discoteca, es un ambiente agradable. La música es buena, las personas se divierten.

Escogemos una mesa y ordenamos las bebidas. Nos sentamos un rato a conversar, recibo un regalo de parte de ellos. Es un pequeño joyero aterciopelado, de color negro. Al abrirlo, veo una manilla de plata con el dije de la letra inicial de mi nombre.

Sonrió y le agradezco a cada uno por el gesto. Significa mucho para mí. Ellos me dicen que me la ponga de una vez, insisten. Me la coloco en mi muñeca izquierda. Es muy bonita.

En ese instante llegan los tragos. Tomo un sorbo de mi cerveza mientras veo a las demás personas bailar, reír, conversar. Vuelvo a tomar otros sorbos, una de mis amigas toma mi mano y me invita a bailar. Los demás aún están muy concentrados en sus tragos. Así que las dos empezamos a movernos al ritmo de la música.

Es liberador, si bien no bailo mucho, esto era lo que necesitaba para bajar la tensión de las últimas semanas de clase. Bailamos un par de canciones más, cuando me doy cuenta, mi amiga está coqueteando con un chico de la mesa de al lado, bueno, yo sigo bailando sola.

Mis otros amigos bailan en pareja, al parecer, soy la única que aún no tiene novio o novia o algún pretendiente que se aviente a coquetearme.

Un par de minutos después me doy cuenta que a la distancia hay un hombre observándome. Al hacer contacto visual él sonríe, se levanta y camina hacia mí.

Yo lo ignoro y sigo en mi mundo. Cuando vuelvo abrir mis ojos lo veo en frente de mí, sonríe y proyecta una seguridad en sí mismo que inquieta. Su rostro se me hace familiar, sé que lo he visto en alguna parte pero no logro recordarlo.

- ¿Quieres bailar? - Me pregunta mientras me ofrece su mano.

- No, gracias. Yo bailo sola. - Le contesto.

- Insisto. Baila conmigo.

- ¿Y si no acepto?

- Me voy y ya. Te dejo.

Me quedo mirándolo por unos segundos. Sigue sonriendo y debo admitir que es cautivador. Sus ojos miran los míos. Me sonrojo.

- Tengo sed. Lo siento, primero quiero tomarle un descanso. Me aparto y pido un vaso de agua.

Él no quiere darse por vencido. Nos apoyamos cerca de una barra mientras esperamos a que traigan mi agua.

- ¿Nos hemos visto antes? - Pregunto.

- Sí, en tu escuela.

Mierda, claro que sí. Un día interrumpió una clase y sin más, se llevó a mi profesor.

- Fuiste el que se llevó a mi profesor.

- Me lo llevé pero lo devolví vivito y coleando y con un buen varo.

Al oír la revelación completa, no sabía si huir o quedarme hablando con él. Solo me disculpé y me fui al baño a limpiarme la cara.

Cuando salgo, él está esperándome.

- ¿Estás bien?

- Sí... Sí... ¿Rafael, verdad? - Pregunto.

- Dime Rafa.

- Sí... Claro, Rafa. - Nunca me dijo su nombre, pero fui recordando aquella vez en que irrumpió en la clase. Uno de los tipos que venían con él le gritó por su nombre y sin más, llevaron al profesor.

- Suena más chingón. - Responde.

Ambos volvemos hacia la barra. Trato de tener contacto visual con mis amigos, ellos solo sonríen al ver que encontré alguien.

El bartender me pasa el vaso de agua y yo bebo como si mi vida dependiera de ello. Al terminar, pido otro vaso.

Rafa observa mi mano izquierda, atraído por la manilla que me obsequiaron mis amigos.

- Está bien pinche hermosa.

- ¿Mi manilla?

- Simón, aunque la dueña está más bonita. - Guiñe.

- Ah, muchas gracias. - Sonrío.

- ¿Bailamos?

¿Qué malo hay en bailar con un tipo que secuestró a mi profesor? Ese día nos salvó del examen. No es un héroe, tampoco un villano. Y lo que pasó en la escuela se queda en la escuela. No estoy para dramas estudiantiles ni nada por el estilo.

Tomo su mano y él me acerca más a su cuerpo, me toma de la cintura y empezamos a movernos al ritmo de una cumbia.

No deja de mirarme ni por un segundo, sus ojos son tan oscuros, transmiten intensidad, me hace sentir vulnerable pero poderosa. Ver que un hombre me observa con tanta atención es increíblemente misterioso pero actractivo.

Seguimos así por un par de minutos más hasta que la rola acaba.

- Eres muy bueno bailando. - Le digo.

- Tú también. Lo haces bien.

- Claro... Crecí en una familia de bailarines y artistas. Tenía que aprender.

Él vuelve a tomarme de la cintura y bruscamente, me acerca hacia su cuerpo. Siento que la adrenalina se me sube a la cabeza y sin tanto pensarlo lo beso.

Mis manos toman su mentón y profundizo aún más el beso. El olor a tequila y cigarrillo que desprende de él no me incómoda, al contrario, resulta excitante.

Cuando nos apartamos para recuperar el aliento, él sonríe, sus manos no dejan de agarrar mi cintura.

- ¿No lo viste venir, verdad? - Le digo con picardía.

- Caray, me saliste bien brava. - Responde mientras ríe.

- Nunca subestimes a una mujer y mucho menos, a una mujer joven. - Lamo una de sus mejillas y luego su cuello. Siento como algo de su pantalón se levanta.

- Mira lo que me haces. - Se ríe, otra vez.

- No me disculpo por eso. Arréglatelas tú solo. - Tomo el vaso de agua y me voy a la mesa de mis amigos.

Cuando llego me felicitan, no solo por mi cumpleaños, sino por lo que vieron.

- ¿Pensaban que iba a llegar a los 21 sin ligarme a alguien? - Les pregunto.

- ¡Lo hiciste! ¡Nos llenas de orgullo! - Responde mi amiga la coqueta que me dejó hace unas horas bailando sola.

- Míralo, el pobre quedó con ganas de más. - Añade uno de mis amigos.

Yo solo suelto una risa.

- ¿Qué le hiciste? Deberías ir a ver cómo está. - Me insiste mi amiga.

- Ya es tarde. Quiero irme a casa.

- Díselo a tu amigo que viene para acá. - Me responde ella.

- Déjame ver como lo arreglo. - Contesto.

- Creo que tienes que ayudarme con... Con esto... - Su cuerpo se pega al mío y siento que su miembro aún sigue duro. Mi entrepierna empieza a jugarme una mala pasada, voy sintiendo como el cuerpo me tiembla.

- Lo siento, creo que tendrás que ayudarte tu solo. Tienes dos manos.

- Qué fierecilla... Pero mis manos no me servirán si hago esto... - Sus manos empiezan a subirme la falda.

Ayyy, no, aquí no.

Luego va recorriendo mi entrepierna...

- ¿Qué estás haciendo? - Le digo.

- Te la estoy devolviendo.

Siento que la razón me empieza a fallar. El calor va encendiéndose más y más.

Su boca se entrelaza con la mía, su lengua empieza a jugar con la mía y la intensidad de sus caricias aumenta.

Empiezo a jadear.

- ¿Ahora qué? ¿Crees que tus manos te pueden ayudar? - Me susurra. - Su voz cosquillea en mi oído, su respiración eriza mi piel.

- ¡Ayy, Rafa!

- Música para mis oídos.

- Aquí no es un buen lugar.

- Lo sé.

En ese momento deja de acariciarme, me agarra de la mano y salimos hacia un estacionamiento.

Me apoya sobre una camioneta lujosa y empieza a besarme, dejando mordidas por mi cuello, sus manos van desabotonando mi blusa y su lengua lame mis clavículas.

Mi respiración se va acelerando y la tensión del momento es aún más fuerte. Él se detiene y,

torpemente, saca un juego de llaves de un bolsillo de su pantalón.

Abre la puerta, se sienta en la silla del copiloto y luego me ayuda a subir. Me siento sobre sus piernas y con un golpe seco cierro la puerta.

Me toma de la cara y su boca se acerca a la mía, es un beso lleno de furia, de deseo, de hambre. Sus manos terminan de desabotonar mi blusa y luego me quita el sostén.

Mi pecho está a su voluntad. Succiona, lame, muerde. Todo a mi alrededor me da vueltas, el placer va aumentando.

- Rafa...

- Cómo suena de bonito mi nombre saliendo de tu boca, mi fierecilla.

Él va subiendo mi falda y como puede, mueve mi panty a un lado. Yo desabrocho el cinturón de su pantalón y lo desabotono. Bajo la bragueta.

Él me detiene en ese momento y vuelve a besarme. Siento que todo el calor del momento recorre mis venas, lo deseo tanto. Quiero sentirlo entrando y saliendo de mí. Quiero que me tome tan rápido y tan violentamente.

- Ayy Rafa...

- Eres una diablilla.

- Rafa... - Chillo.

Vuelve a besarme.

En ese momento voy sintiendo como él empieza a entrar y a salir, sus movimientos son salvajes. Me gusta. Yo empiezo a moverme, buscándolo más y más.

Empiezo a gemir, mientras que él me cubre la boca con una de sus manos.

- Aquí, no, mi fierecilla. Aquí no.

Eso solo hace que quiera gritar. Que quiera mostrarle al mundo que este hombre es casi que un dios. Que me tiene a sus pies y que me está haciendo llegar al mismo cielo.

Seguimos con este tipo de danza. Su respiración roza la piel de mis senos y la sensación no puede ser más ferviente.

Poco a poco voy llegando al éxtasis. Cierro los ojos y me dejo abrasar por esa llama que él aviva con cada movimiento. Hasta que ambos explotamos y lo que era un incendio ahora es solo una brasa.

Nuestra respiración está agitada. Nuestras frentes se tocan y él vuelve a besarme. Esta vez, el beso es más delicado.

Poco a poco intentamos recuperar el aliento. Mi cuerpo descansa sobre el suyo. Siento como el corazón me late a mil por hora. Mi cuerpo es un saco de huesos que reposa sobre él. Sus manos toman mi espalda, mientras que sus pulgares dibujan pequeños círculos.

Nunca había sentido tanta pasión, peligro y ansiedad al hacerlo en un lugar público. No pensé llegar tan lejos esta noche.

- Feliz Cumpleaños, mi fierecilla. - Susurra.

[cantstayawaycani]

Can’t Stay Away’s Fic Rec Friday #1 (04.14.23) - Meeting His Match by @namorslutfanfiction

Title: Meeting His Match (ao3) | Meeting His Match (Tumblr)

Author(s): namorslutfanfiction77 (ao3) | (@namorslutfanfiction) (Tumblr)

Fandom(s): Narcos Mexico

Pairing/Ship(s): Rafa Caro Quintero x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

Posted: 02.09.23

Summary: Rafa loved women. Rafa loved weed. Now he found a woman who loves weed just like he does. And he is immediately down bad.

A/N: Request: so I was thinking what if he met a woman who was strong and sassy and also into *cough cough* gardening *cough* and he just melts for her but she’s a hard to get maybe cos they’re rivals and she has a reputation to uphold being a strong independent woman ??? Maybe some smut with them giving into the attraction ??

Why I Love It: Uh, ya'll already know THAT I AM DOWNBAD FOR RAFA.

When I first took notice of Tenoch Huerta, I had no idea his most famous role before Namor was portraying an infamous drug dealer in a Narcos TV spin-off. I never watched that show (still haven’t) but I am so hyper fixated on Tenoch, I did watch all of his scenes on YouTube and salivated over every gif I came across on Tumblr. I lamented here in a post one day that I hadn’t been able to find any fic for the character, and was pointed to this gem.

Rafa the character is fascinating to me – as problematic as I know people may find the distinction fans want to make to separate their regard from the real criminal depicted by Tenoch in the series. It’s something I still question. I don’t care too much for film, TV or media around drugs and crime. My family loves Scarface, I despise it. People will recommend the Godfather, I have never, nor will I ever watch it (some in the industry insist I study it if I want to write movies, but I still refuse). No different with Narcos. So why do I like the “character”? Why am I drawn to him; curious? Why am I attracted?

Tenoch, plain and simple. I have no other way to articulate that thought, as it is shallow: I like the way Tenoch looks and speaks and characterizes Rafa, no deeper than that.

This story, a one-shot, the first I’ve read featuring him, is a Reader and it’s the perfect way to edge into a full blown hyperfixation. It’s my first in the realm of Tenoch’s other roles outside of Namor. It’s well paced, well plotted, well characterized, not too long or bitter, but rather sweet. I find that of the handful of fics I’ve read featuring Rafa, they are mostly tragedies. This one is not. It’s an easy narrative to be swept away by. I am not Afro Latina, or Mexican, and I don’t smoke weed, but I had no trouble reading this as I would “watch” an episode of the TV show, despite it being a “Reader” fic. And since I will probably never actually watch that show, this is good for me.

This is the first fic I read from the author. If you are intrigued by Rafa, here is a way for you to feed your curiosity that doesn’t require payment in angst.

Follow the author’s Tumblr here for writing updates.

Meeting His Match

[observers-journal]

Sobbing 😭

five and one

rafa x gn!reader, 7598 words, canon typical drug use, hurt/comfort/angst, no happy ending(!!!)

the five times you were his friend, and the one time you weren’t 

a/n: this has been in my docs waiting to be finished for sososo long omg finally the rafito despair is here. enjoy!

taglist: @ashlingiswriting​ @drabbles-mc​ @cositapreciosa​ @hausofmamadas​ @cherixrosa​ @purplesong1028​ @mandaloria314​ @dashavau​ @yeetintomadness @thesandbeneathmytoes​ (as per i have forgotten who wants tagging and who doesnt sorry!)

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Rafa’s been asking you for weeks. Come smoke, carnale, come on. I have something to show you.

Soon, you told him. I’m busy with school, work, I have to pick my Abuela up from church—I’m the only one who can drive her, remember?

They weren’t made up excuses, even if he thought they might’ve been. You didn’t like it either, having no time for him, but it’s how it went. How it is. He dropped out of school, never made it to college. You did. It gives you different markers now, different structures to shape the friendship around. When you were classmates it was easy, natural: before class, in class, after class. Simple. There you were, there he was. Now, you have to pencil him in like any other obligation.

He isn’t an obligation. You try not to let him feel like one.

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[thesolotomyhan]

a/n: orale pues para aguantar el hambre,, a small post tonight+unedited (i wanted to get something out sorry guys) but here we are again because we're just going to ignore that i made another disappearance heh but for this work, i just randomly handpicked some thoughts :) and wrote a little something because i felt inspried but for mis other amores im currently working on those thoughts (esp. all you rafa lovers :) ) i just want to marinate them lol and not lose my motivation, but this is similar work to what i did with all those mayo asks long ago and i felt like i could do that with these thoughts so vamonos - ill be back soon :))

how he sleeps / cuddles with you 

weyyyy :( me puse toda emocional y casi llore- llore a imaginarme de esto :(

I just feel like his overall relationship aatachment to you would just downright fucking reflect on the way he sleeps with you if you catch my draft

Because I’m just going off of a gut feeling and the hc i made for him a while back but :(

mi hombre todo enamorado y chisquiado por ti would not want an inch- a millimeter away from you when he sleeps :(

so when it comes to sleeping with you , este mero hombre would love to have your back pressed up against his chest, like him being the big spoon and shit :(

it’s the most easiest access he has to have no space in between the two of you

it allows him to hold you as tightly as possible against him, your soft figure enveloped under his hold

ay no- his face just buried in your soft hair , it’s the scent he falls asleep to and wakes up to and i just - :( wow?

one of his arms under you , would not care if said arm falls asleep or is sore in the morning because he’s happy doing it at whatever cost

his other arm i just picture would be wrapped around your waist or stomach holding you back against him :(

or get this,, one of his hands choosing to hold yours, fingers intertwined and todo :( idk why picturing that gives me the softest lovey dovey vibes :(((

it also just,, gives him the “security” that you won’t leave (even tho you won’t) and if you even try to get up in the morning it wakes his ass up to and !!!

your sleeping positions could literally be titled “cuddlie session” if you wanted it because there is no other position he likes,,

He’ll sleep like un pinshe train wont wake him up just as long as he has a hold on you ,, like i imagine this mf wouldnt conformarse with one single hand holding your own,, thats too distant for this mans taste on sleeping

He has to like,,, physically hold you enterita

so the positions that immediately come to mind is with you sleeping on his chest,, his arms securing you against him or with your back to his chest,, his arms holding you back against him and practically squeezing you into him

or just something in that realm really but eso si

and sleeping on chest? sorry i didn’t go into that but here we go

because like ? it’s another security for him

it allows him to kind of basically scoop you into his chest,, his arm would be like wrapped around your shoulders and holding you against him

loves to have your head rest in his chest,, quite literally him being your personal pillow and i just feel so soft to that idea

and i just feel like his heart fucking thumps,, dumb smile adorning his face as he falls asleep when either one of your hands is splayed on his chest,, or like wrapped around his torso if you know what i mean

both of your legs and his just a tangled mess,, wanting to be as close as possible to each other

or :) his other hand that’s not wrapped around your shoulders,, i just imagine him bringing that said hand to pull one of your legs to wrap around his torso and just hold it there :(

i can also just imagine him once again burying his face into your hair as he falls asleep :) and i just - hn

also not me imagining that on some days ,, one way or another he might wake up with his own head laying on your chest,, arms wrapped around your torso,, with one of your hands gently waking him up because you’re softly playing with his chinitos y ayy no , no me miren

just overall? give him access to hold you entera ,, aginast him,, all the above answers you can think of because that’s the only way this man can sleep

christmas with rafa

i have to say i quite literally let out a small giggle when i read this lmaoooo

and its all because the first thing that popped into my mind was that one scene in s1 where pinshe cuco and chapo got him that fucking tree when he was sent into “hiding” and hearing him go “mi arbolito de navidad” jaja

pero getting myself collected now- la navidad is being with your loved ones right?

pues aggaranse because this man will do christmas like a religious event -

es la mas bonita temporada and to be spending it with you? heh you bet your ass he goes out with it

i imagine he really kind of gets into it almost? like he will be down to decorate whatever and wherever your little heart desires and as he sees fit :)

like you want the biggest tree he can find? you bet his ass is finding out where that shit is in the next hour ,, ready to be put up

like not me feeling my heart gush over the thought of him being excited? to put up like the ornaments on the tree but with you ,,

like even if it takes 6 hours or some ridiculous amount of time to decorate the tree ,, it’s spent with laughter from the both of you,,, besos a cada rato,, strategically planning out where the next red ornament should go or something and :((( weyy

and i say “ridiculous amount of time” because even if your putting like the garland on one of the windows or something ,, it take the both of your hours to do it because he just wants to tocarte even if it’s holding you because esta enamorado mi niño

like :( randomly coming up behind you to hug you or something :( his face buried in your neck and just telling you un “te amo mi reina” :( JUST BECAUSE HE FEELS LIKE IT

:(( and not me imagining you turning around and wrapping your arms around his shoulders telling him the same thing back :( y alli se la pasan todos embobados del uno al otro :(((

feel like he’s always telling you “ahora que mas :)” with that dumb smile he does because he wants to keep going and turn your damn house into something from a christmas movie

i feel like he’ll definitely cover the higher places where you can’t reach to decorate and have your eyes tell him where it’s perfect and all

and hnnnnng !!! :( i defintly feel like he praises every little decoration you both complete even if it’s small or big :(

like him leading you to take a step back and just admire your work after it’s done and just going “nos quedo bonito “erdad” :( dopey smile on his face and all

or something like “mira nomas, hacemos un buen equipo, no crees mi amor” :(

as he just holds you from behind ,, his pinshes ojos lighting up as he looks at both of your work :(

:((( stop im sorry,, but imaging you having one of your hands resting on top of his arms that are around you and leaning your other hand behind you to hold his neck/side of his face

turning your neck to look at him behind you and smiling at him like “si verdad? te amo” and i CRY BECAUSE THE SOFT ASS LOOK HE WOULD GIVE YOU ?? his big ass smile getting in the way of him leaning down to kiss you mmm BYE don’t touch me

my status? currently pulling strands of my hair because i just imagined that he definitely takes fucking pictures of the two of you :(( todos contentos, or besandose , either in front of like the tree or something like that

because he definitely saves and glues them onto his photo album with you (iykyk) :((

loL sorry but i can for sure see him not shutting about this day to like cuco or bothering neto with it jaja

like cuco would listen to him even if it wears his ears off ,, just fueling rafas emotions more because he finds it interesting

just rafa finding himself nonstop gushing about you and his day with you

but if neto was there ,, todo pinshe amargado i can definitely see him like slowly but rapidly loosing his cool if rafa doesn’t shut it soon lol

like he would probably let him go on for a maximum of 30 minutes if it’s a good day

but if he sees that rafa won’t put a lid on it soon i can just see him slamming something down near him,, and looking at rafas direction todo encabronado like “chingada madre rafa, ya callate me vale madres tu y la navidad”

jajaj def making rafa all “mad” and returning the same energy back like “pinshe amargado”

ayy no -

movie night with rafa

now listen up -

i had this mentioned in my first rafa headcannon and as i received this today,, wow am i glad whoever this was understands me on this perspective because yeS movie nights???? Is like a regular occurrence for him to do with you fight me

and im just glad someone finds that vibe as well :)

because yeah - refreshing some points,,, i feel like he goes out on things like this as well

just the whole decorating fiasco,,, him definitely remembering to get all your favorite snacks y antojitos

this man might have as well just bought the entire store just so the both of you can have the variety to choose from on what you want to snack on ya know

and yeah exactly as you said,, i feel like he definitely makes the enite place comfortable,, pillows and blankets scattered for you to chose from

the place might as well look like one of those fancy movie theathers (lol), but with his touch so that it’s all comfy y toda la cosa

and with this variety theme going on,, it for sure applies to your guys choice in movie(s),, because this mf would have like a stack to chose from lol

like his pinshe sonrisa is looking over at you as he walks into the room to show you all the different movies, like”mira mi amor, que se te va antojar a ver?” dopey smile on his face as he sits down in front of you on the floor :(

like just flipping through genres and shit- peliculas de horror or action ones ,, but his excitement is there just letting you go through them and choosing between the two of you which one you both want and feel like doing :(

stop not me imagining him giving you that wide smile he does when you pick out a movie :( and just him nodding his head,, moving to get up to put it in to play but before he does,, he just kisses you really quickly and i dont know why that made me melt :(

hnnng :( the two of you snuggling into each other on the ground,, i imagine like,, both of your guys back leaning against the foot of the couch i dont know why but yeah

snack sharing for sure happens,, no way around it,, and its either like the snack,, like palomitas or something is in between the two of you and your both sharing it like that

or if its like a small snack like,, fruta de vaso ya know,, one of you is feeding the other :( m

sorry but not sorry but he give me the same vibes as ramon in a sense, i know you guys remember that scene with ramon on his cartoons,, like laughing out loud and just going “mira mira” at something funny coming up ,loud ass laugh filling the room when said scene happens, i feel like rafa does the same shit if you guys were watching some cartoon or a funny movie ya know ? pinshe pure and heartmelting vibes sorry

and listen i dont know why but i can see some soft shit like this happening where either your movie turns boring or during intermission when youre both choosing your next movie pick

where i can see you both throwing popcorn at eachother,, tyring to catch them and just the whole house filling up with your guys laughing because of the different distances youre both throwing popcorn at each other or something and i just :(((

but movig on,,, he definitely zones in,, and i mean zones in when it comes to him watching movies,, like nothing tears his eyes away and that a sight you are guaranteed to see if you look at him :(

something i want to share is that your positions would for sure change either throughout the movie or when youre both going to watch another movie,, like instead of sitting side by side :( maybe him moving you to sit in between his legs :( so he can wrap his arms around you,, letting you lean back on him like a pillow y ayy no :( that makes me shatter

or even the both of you movig to lay down on the ground,, your head on his chest as he hold you to him by wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders :( a literal cuddles session if you will

and ughh i feel like the two od you dont ever move out of this space,, even well after maybe your chosen movie has ended or youre both halfway through some other movie at like 2 in the morning,, but you both definitely fall asleep against each other after these movie dates, nomas quiren estan pegaditos :(

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ivy’s narcos: mexico master list

Updated 12/10/20

*** means NSFW, strike through means WIP

Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo:

One-shots:

Te Odio, Te Amo***

Wearing Only This***

Headcanons:

What he’s like in bed***

NSFW Alphabet***

Threesomes***

Drunk Félix***

Multiple Character HCs:

Playing With Their Hair***

Calling Them Sir/Boss/Agent In Bed***

[narcosmx]

narcos mexico headcannon list: them giving oral would include

a/n: i was soft for five seconds and then i go right back to this shit... i promise i’m actually a pure and soft bby ... i ?? also i chose this gif because it’s everything??? and me posting this anways 

miguel

him eating you out would be, as most things are with him, a power move... showing you just how desperate he can get you 

so in the previous nsfw miguel post i talked about how he would be into like light bondage 

so i see him eaing you out when he has your hands tied up; whether they be to each other or to the bed post

he liked the idea of you being helpless to him; he gets to control his speed, gets to control how much he teases you, gets to control how hard he makes you cum 

i just him with his little smirk looking up at you, devilish little twinkle in his eye as he teases you 

like you sobbing out for him and miguel picking his head up and being like “que paso, mija, hm?” as he like slowly licks up and down your folds wow i am going to HELL 

amado

okay but listen.....listen... amado’s fucking hair is everything when he’s eating you out 

always jokes that you’re the reason he keeps his hair long, “ pa que tengas donde agarrate”

im laughing because remember when he says he doesn’t wear the hard hat porque le chinge el peino omfg him saying that to like acosta or some shit and he’s like “y tu mujer que? cuando ella te shinga el peinado hasta le das las gracias”

anyways amado loves eating you out because he gets to hold on to your thighs as you tangle your fingers in his air, tugging on it 

god he’s nasty after he’s done eating you out, you know he’s kissing you so you can taste yourself on his lips AGAIN I DONT MAKE THE FUCKING RULES

so i can see him eating you out to either a) apologize to you, like after spending a day showering you in love and with gestures he spends the rest of the night eating you out or b) when you challenge him 

also amado would be one for overstimulation for fucking sure, him smirking up at you and being like “mm mi shula, yo creo que aguantas una mas, no?”

chapo

as he have spoken about before, chapo would be into thighs so having a chance to live between them would make him a fucking happy camper

just chapito kissing up your thighs,until he gets to your core 

he leaves little marks on the inside of your thighs because that way it stays between you two; the little secret he thought about way too many times

loves the build up to getting to your core, loves seeing you tremble in anticipation as like he softly breaths against you .... whispering about how fuckign beautiful you look 

wow him eating you out is the most gentle shit on earth, him reaching up to hold your hands while he’s just being super soft with you, caressing the back of your palm with his thumb

squeezes your hand when you cum i am crying don’t mind me 

he can be playful about it too, like i can see him teasing at times but really, this is all about you so he wouldn’t be one to tease you too much 

palma / benjamin 

again, doing these two together because i get similar vibes from them 

and the fucking v i b e is that eating you out is their fucking religion 

they are convinced youu are a fucking goddess so they will fucking worship your body and this is just ne of the ways that they do 

will probably do so every time before they fuck you because they want you be ready they just want yo to be as comfortable as possible 

and needy for them, seeing you like gasp because you’re already so sensitive for them has them fucking throbbing 

caressing the outside of your thigh as he eats you out, and ugh do they know yor body like the back of your hand 

knows all the spots that make you tremble, that make you whimper for him, that has you crying out his name i 

sorry about it but he focses so much on your clit, sucking on it gently between working his tongue inside of you

you have him humming at the taste of your, god he lives for making you fall apart for him

this is how he shows love and affection

ramon 

again sorry i apologize beforehand, i don’t make the fucking rules b u t 

RIDING RAMON’S FACE AND I REPEAT RIDING HIS FUCKING FACE 

a shameless motherfucker, probably refers to his face as your fucking throne and making you blush just so he can smirk and be like “que no te recuerdas, bebe, cuando me estabas diciendo que rico cuando te como entera, hm” 

whenever he lays on his back, he’s already fucking grabby hands for you because he wants to taste you so freaking bad

but can you imagine, sitting on his fucking face, hands tangled in his hair and his tongue fucking you like there was no tomorrow 

his hands are fucking everywhere, one moment he’s squeezing your ass giving it soft little smacks and the next he’s reaching up to knead your breast

eye contact !!! because his eyes would never leave your fucking body, they are glued to the way you’re bouncing as you rock your hips against him eagerly bc jesus christ does he know how to work his tongue 

whispers quietly: eating you out from behind because he gets to caress and love on your ass sORRY 

rafa

teasing as fuck god, he’d be one that’s like pressing his lips to your core gently barely letting his tongue touch you just to watch the way you squirm in need for him 

looking down your body as he hitches your fingers on the edges of your panties and just slowly taking them off, admiring your glistening core 

he wants you to burry his head into your core, he wants you to grab onto him and hold him there because that’s when he knows he got to you 

i just have this image of like him standing at the edge of your bed while your laying down nd pulling you over to him gently 

he’s the one slinging your legs over his shoulder, wanting to see the way your body ar hes towards his chest

god he’s be such a fucking but like even if you’re begging him like “amor, por favor” he’d be the one kissing your core and being like “por favor, que? hm?”

wants you to tell him EXACTLY what you want him to do, likes smirking ... he wants to hear your dirty talk 

[purpleph4se]

ultraviolence

rafa “caro” quintero x reader

warnings | smut, fem!reader, dom! rafa, mention of drug use, dirty talk, praise, overstimulation, creampie, pet names so many pet names

a/n | i was listening to lana del rey while writing if you couldn’t tell by the title lmao ok but being totally serious thank you so much for 200 followers it’s honestly a bit shocking but i love y’all :( i’ve finished my finals so i might get back to writing a bit more <3

translations | estás bien? - you ok? , princesa - princess, mi vida - my love/life, preciosa - precious, lo sé bebé - i know baby

rafa shifts you to rest upon the soft covers of his bed, large frame ascending above you, eyes boring into yours it made you quite nervous. “estás bien?” he whispers, fingers gently rubbing against your sides, were you okay? god he was so warm to the point that he made you feel dizzy. maybe it was the weed. you nod your head.

he takes his time, a rare occasion, pressing the fat tip of his cock against your slit, basking in all of your cute expressions as he’s slowly sinks into your slick walls, your fingers moving to seize onto his biceps. “that’s it princesa, that’s a good girl,” he murmurs, muffling your whines and mewls with the plushness of his lips.

he doesn’t move until he was certain you were okay, even then, his eyes never leave yours as he’s rutting against you, the soft pounds of his hips causing you to moan. “m-more rafa, please” he obliges to your words, bringing your legs to rest upon your chest, the steady rhythm of his hips against your skin becoming faster and he watches your teary eyes peering down to where the both of you were connected, as if you couldn’t believe this was real.

“doesn’t that feel good?” you’re slowly nodding your head, relishing the feeling of his body pressed upon yours, “mhmm! f-feels s’ good rafa,” you whisper, rafa brings his forehead to rest upon yours, a slight grin making its way on his face.

you gasp and whine over just how big he is, at how much he’s stretching you out and filling you up, at how it's too much despite the way you clench around him every time he pulls back, like your wet cunt doesn't want him to leave, and it makes him slowly unravel. he sinks himself deep inside you, his hips flush to yours, pushing right against your clit. your eyes mist over, the tears hanging on to your lashes threatening to fall like rain drops. you feel so incredibly full, so incredibly stimulated, you can hardly think of anything but full full full.

“fuck, i love your sweet little pussy,” your stomach churns with pleasure, an unfamiliar feeling pools in your belly becoming more evident, “oh fuck—wait, rafa!” you’re settling a hand on his chest, but rafa completely ignores your words instead, his thrusts grow faster, balls slapping against the swell of your ass as tears slip down your cheeks from the immense pleasure.

your eyes reel to the back of your head, a broken sob parting your lips as your cunt spasms around his cock, earning a guttural moan from rafa who feels you clamping around him so tightly, gushes of your arousal leaks onto your thighs and his pelvis, “m’ sorry, i-i don’t know wh—“ he cuts you off with a kiss, he was definitely into that.

your senses are vague, eyes clouded with tears when rafa rises from your body, stunned when he’s assisting you as he's abruptly laying back, making himself comfortable and making you do all of the work. "i want to watch this time, mi vida" you complain at his sudden request, it seemed impossible to do especially with his…size. rafa just laughs at your sweet whines. he nearly nearly gives in.

you get up, your legs are trembling as you're flinging one over his side, his cock grazing against your slick folds, rafa grants a firm slap on your ass that had you gasping. with a mean look your gently you're dropping down his length, hands sprawled against his thighs for support. he was big, whimpering as you slowly descended on his length, each agonizing inch slipping by the tight ring of muscle.

all you could hear was rafas soft voice as he’s murmuring all sorts of praises, a shaky groan leaving his lips when you're firmly seated on his lower abdomen. he’s groping the flesh of your ass, eyeing the way his cock vanished within your folds, gradually rising to drop back down, earning a satisfied moan from the both of you.

the slick sounds of your cunt and your moans are echoing in the bedroom, rafa muttering how stunning you were bouncing on his cock, producing such a mess for him, thighs damp with your arousal. he watched the way your tongue lolled out with saliva seeping down your chin, tits bouncing with each drop of your hips had his cock twitching inside you.

"doin’ so good preciosa, making such a mess for me," his thumb strokes soft circles on your sides, your moans growing louder when he's beginning to rut his hips, corresponding to the pace you had, "taking my cock so well aren't you? look at you…" his words swarm your hazed mind, rafa grunting when he senses you clenching around him, his praises clouded your mind.

"yeah? love it when i tell you how good you are hm?" you're nodding your head as you slide yourself up and down his cock, his words made you turn to mush, you could practically start crying again.

"rafa, rafa—'m gonna cum—fuck—please, please." you whine, hips rolling against him, nails digging into his thighs, "lo sé bebé, i’ve got you" he's suddenly grabbing onto your sides, taking you aback when he's starts to move you up and down his length, hearing your content mewls at his actions and cunt spasming around him.

he threw his head back as your cunt continued to throb around his cock as he pounded in and out of you. “fuck, princesa. gonna let me cum inside you? fill up my pretty pussy?” he delivered a spank your ass, a yelp falling from your mouth. “yes, yes! please make me all yours—!” you gasped as he bottomed out with one abrupt thrust, setting a ravenous pace immediately and fucking up into you. your moans were minimized to choked out pants and whimpers, your mind clouded with a haze of lust and ecstasy.

rafa let out a breathy moan as his hips stilled inside of you. your head is thrown back, sensing rafa spilling inside you, “such a good girl for me," he's observing as his cock slips out of your cunt, cum trickling onto his pelvis. he doesn't want you to move from him yet, going to circle his arms around your waist.

"did such a good job, looked so pretty taking my cock don't you think?" he smiles against your skin, you hide your face in complete embarrassment. "rafaaa don't say that," you whine, earning a small chuckle from him before he's kissing your shoulder.

[syrma-sensei]

Tenoch Huerta kisses like a slut

[proceduralpassion]

It's You

Day 12 of Narcoctober- Kill a character who lives in canon.

Character(s): Rafa Caro Quintero x Reader

CW: death, gun violence, blood, angst

WC: 567 (smol but mighty)

“You gotta go, baby. I’ll be right behind you, I promise.”

Those are Rafa’s parting words as his bodyguard, Cuco, pulls you away from your lover’s arms. The distance grows between the two of you as you’re guided to the car that’s to take you to the airport.

With his ears constantly connected to the ground, Rafa was able to learn that the authorities were ready to get the drop on him with an arrest warrant already distributed. Rafa’s not concerned with whoever betrayed his location, only focused on getting the both of you out before the feds got to where the two of you had holed up in Costa Rica. The plans were messy and strewn together without much consideration, but it would have to make do with the limited time he was on.

He trusted Cuco to get you out of the country and also potentially lead the authorities on a trail opposite to him. It was a strategy used before and one you both were comfortable with. As his longtime lover, you were no stranger to being interrogated and were never actually hooked up on charges due to the carefulness of Rafa’s methods. They’d be too focused on trying to get you to cooperate that Rafa would have enough time to snake past them right under their noses.

Your lover’s bodyguard hauls you into the vehicle that will rush you to the nearest airport and Rafa watches with as comforting a smile he can give.

Your hand clutches your heart as you mouth, “I love you.”

Your gut clenched for all of the ride to the airport and even on the plane as it lifted up into the sky. This wasn’t something particularly new, and it had actually been your idea the first time such a scheme was carried out, but the hairs on the back of your neck stood up on end for hours until you had landed at your destination.

Back at the beach house, Rafa was calm and still. He relaxed into his chair, cleaning his weapon and stocking an extra magazine in his pocket. He probably wouldn’t need it, he knew. It’s not long until he hears the approaching vehicles outside. And then the hushed orders and coordinated steps coming in from different angles of the house. He rises out of his seat, intent on following through with the intentions he made with himself when he realized he had been betrayed.

He worked too hard to have his empire collapse upon being captured by law enforcement. If he was going to go, it would be while he’s still on top. On his own terms.

Chaos erupts when doors from all perimeters of the homestead explode against the pressure of armed men. Rafa’s gun is already in its hold and he’s firing off shots at every figure in front of him. He’s not entirely sure he feels the bullets that pierce his body. One minute, he’s upright and the next, he’s on the floor with blood puddling around him. Maybe he was gone within a fraction of a second, maybe he bled himself unconscious for a few minutes before finally succumbing.

He knows this, his last thoughts are not of the cartel he’s founded or all the money it’s made him. It’s of you. Your face colors his vision and it’s your radiance that comforts him before the darkness takes over.

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#3 is definitely something Rafas toxic self would say.

Coming up!

You had done it now. You knew that hooking up with and subsequently carrying on a months long fling with the notorious Rafa Caro Quintero over the summer would eventually bite you in the ass, and not in a good way. You'd finally decided to break up with him, though you didn't want to, and he was not taking it well.

"Ay muchacha, do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I don't know how badly you wanted me the same way I wanted you?" Rafa snapped as he grabbed you by your chin. "Don't tell me you don't want it now when just last night you were begging for it."

You slapped his hand away, "I'm sorry, Rafa. Even if I did want to stay I can't. This, whatever it was, was always meant to be temporary. You can go back to your drug cartels and money and I can go back and be the good girl my family needs."

Rafa pulled you back in by your waist, leaning in close, "You can stay here and be my good girl. What can they give you that I can't?"

You closed your eyes and sighed. You were already far too invested in the dark man and he was only making leaving harder. "It's not about what they can do for me. It's what I can do for them."

Rafa looked into your eyes confused, "Tell me."

"I knew before I met you. I have a wedding date in two weeks. They arranged everything," You finally admitted, no longer able to meet his gaze.

He cupped your cheek, "Mi vida, look at me."

Reluctantly you met his gaze and was shocked to see the anger there.

"Give me the word and I will make sure that you will be marrying no one," He said with a devious smirk that made your blood run cold.

You pulled away from his arms, taking a step back. You had been lucky to never be on the receiving end of the chaotic narco's explosive anger, but seeing it was still terrifying. You tried to calm him, "I don't want you to. I may not exactly want to marry him, but we grew up together. He is my friend."

"It doesn't matter. You don't want to marry him. That's all I needed to hear," Rafa turned away, taking his gun from the mantle and checking the bullets.

You pulled at his arm, making him turn to you, "Rafa you can't do this. My family will kill you. I've made sure they didn't know about you but when they find out what we've done, they'll kill you before you get near anyone, especially my fiancé."

"You really think they're going to keep me from you?" Rafa said in a low dangerous tone. He grabbed your chin, "The minute you came here you became mine. You're not leaving, and no one is going to take you from me."

You were frustrated that while you were scared, your heart also ached. He was right, and you knew it. You belonged to him.

~~~~

Thank you for playing

[writers-vlogx]

Can I request Rafa realizing he’s in love with a male reader? Not letting the reader date because he’s jealous but also not ready to accept he’s into men so he acts all weird. Thank you ❤️

It's complicated

He liked you, okay? Fine, maybe he loved you, but so what? How could anyone not, I mean, you were so handsome, charismatic even!

Still, he would rathered be buried alive than to ever tell you that or admit it, I mean, you had been best friends for years. He didn't want to ruin all that for something that he knew most likely wasn't mutual.

These feelings he felt, it made him all messed up in the head. He tried to fill that ache with meaningless hookups and pretty girls, but it just wasn't enough. He couldn't stop overthinking. Everything he felt was weird. He felt sick, how could he even feel remotely attracted to you?

These are the 80s, so being openly gay wasn't a celebration or a walk in the park. Much less in the Latino culture that valued tradition to an almost sacred level. It was something etched into the culture itself. You couldn't grow up without it. It was something that was always there, so to realize the way his heart hurt every time he saw you out with some little zorra, and every touch a woman tainted you with; wasn't easy.

You'd bring women in and out of your life. It was a small comfort Rafael had. To know they were never permanent, just another girl to warm your bed. And that was okay with him until it wasn't. Until he noticed the same woman too often. The same girl you started to actually get close to and not just use and leave.

That's when he panicked. Who was she? What did she mean to you? Why hadn't you talked about her? And yet, as much as he wanted to ask about her, his pride stopped him. The thought of being questioned, being outed. It terrified him to think that if he asked, he might open something he can't close back down. That his conflicting feelings will be known. Rafael wonders if it's better to leave it alone. Let the woman take a step next to you in your life. Because in truth, he knew it was better to leave it as a though, an unknown 'what could have been'

Rafael was not a man who backed down, but habits and cultures are sowed deep inside our bones, and traditions are more comforting than the unknown. Maybe it was for the best. Yeah, I'm sure it was.

[v4mpires0ap]

All I wanna say is that I wanna see that necklace dangling over me 🫣👀 okay I'll see myself out GOODBYE