#rafa caro quintero x reader

[namorslutfanfiction]

Ok so I’ve not seen narcos Mexico which is basically a sin at this point but I am obsessed with Rafa!!! So he’s obviously such a soft sweet lil baby boy 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 ??? Idk I’m just excited I want to keep requesting stuff cos I love your writing. Also I think the power dynamic would be such a twist cos tenoch/namor just scream daddy to me but Rafa screams soft sub baby with a big old praise kink amongst other kinks 😂

Oh rafa is our baby and definitely wants to be used.

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

disclaimer: I smoke, I have no idea how it's grown. so I'm making shit up.

drug use, fluff, smut.

"Comportarse," Felix shot at Rafa as the door to his office opened. Rafa smirked at him and lit his blunt. Felix had said he was meeting with a supplier who insisted on being seen. Rafa was certain who ever this pendejo was, that their weed couldn't hold a candle to his, but he had shown up because Felix had asked. But if the guy said the wrong thing then he'd shoot him, but Felix didn't need to know that.

When the first man walked through the door, Felix stood to shake his hand but he refused, "Yo no soy el que estás esperando. Es ella."

The henchman stepped aside as the real guest arrived. Rafa and Felix watched you walk in the door. Felix schooled his surprise and greeted you cordially. Rafa on the other hand was instantaneously smitten. You weren't dressed to the nines like Sofia and her like. Instead you wore jeans that hugged your curves, worn in boots, and a loose button down that had the sleeves rolled up. You hair was braided back but had little bits of frizz from the humidity. You were beautiful.

Rafa didn't hear a word as you and Felix talked. He was wondering why Felix hadn't introduced him. He was wondering why you were ignoring him, you hadn't even spared him a glance. The narco heard the words "Es una nueva variedad de marihuana."

That wasn't possible, no one had made a new strain except him, at least there in Mexico. Felix looked angry, not used to a woman being so frank and aggressive with him. You slammed a paper on the table, pointing out numbers that Rafa didn't care to understand.

"The system you built is a monopoly! You ruined the livelihood of my field, pendejo. No one will work with me because you supposedly have the best in the market. But mine is better," You screeched at the slick leader.

"You're pretty confident for such an insolent witch," Felix shot back, he pointed at Rafa, "His work is better than anyone's and I bet my life and this entire business on that. You can't compete so don't try."

Rafa's eyes were wide when you turned and glared at him. You whipped your head back to Felix, "What this joto? I'm supposed to believe he has any smarts in that rat's nest of hair?"

For some reason that set Felix off and he stood and raised his hand to slap her. Rafa moved on instinct, pointing his gun and cocking it at Felix. Felix was stunned out of his anger, "Qué chingados?"

Realizing what he had just done he pointed the gun at you, "Vete a la chingada."

You smirked at him then turned to Felix, "You've got some real idiots working for you."

"Pinche pendejo," Felix growled at Rafa then sat back down in his seat. Rafa followed, trying to hide his embarrassment. He focused on the blunt that he had let burn down half way without taking enough hits. He resigned himself to getting higher and examining your curves and the confident smirk on your face. When you got up and left the room, Felix turned around and smacked Rafa hard against the side of his head.

"What the hell is wrong with you cabron? She was talking shit and you pull a gun on me?" Felix looked incredulous.

"Who was that, Felix? How come you didn't introduce me? When is she coming back?" Rafa rattled off, jumping up from his seat on the couch.

"No mames, guey. Already? She didn't even look at you," Felix shook his head, of course Rafa the lover boy was thinking with his dick.

Before Felix could stop him, Rafa ran out of the office and tried to beat you to the lobby. But when he got there he was just barely able to see you being driven off in a pick up truck.

...

"The only reason you're here is because I want to knock her down a peg or two. She's arrogant and needs us to show her that. Other cartels would not be so nice after she came in here acting like a maldita bruja," Felix explained as he paced with a cigarette in his mouth.

"There's no way she has anything worth anything, but I'd like to make sure she knows that," Rafa said, feigning interest in the business side of things.

"Don't fuck around, Rafa," Felix grasped him by the back of his neck, "She's young, but she's smart. We can use her later so don't scare her off."

The doors opened and you were once more preceded by your henchman. Once again you were dressed casually, and you took a seat across from Felix. You noticed Rafa standing behind Felix, but didn't greet him. "You want to make a deal or not?"

"I don't need your weed. But I might need those ideas you have. I had Rafa look over them and he thinks they are promising but so far unproven," Felix explained, gesturing to the narco behind him. You noticed the hungry look from Rafa, and smirked. He was an easy book to read.

"I can prove them, just give me time and financial support. There will be a more potent strain ready for the market in a year," You replied confidently.

"We will see. You will go with Rafa to our field. For security you have to be blind folded once you get to a certain point. Rafa will be able to tell me if you're the real deal or not. If you're not then I suggest you back out of this business before you get killed. If you are then we may have use for you. This is your only chance, chiquita. Make use of it," Felix finished with such a sense of foreboding that you weren't sure how to reply. He stood and buttoned his suit jacket, "If you'll excuse me I have a comandante to talk to. Rafa, take care of her."

Then the lead narco was out the door to deal with supposedly more important duties. You eyed Rafa, taking in his open shirt, flamboyant fashion sense, and fluffy hair. He was kind of cute in an arrogant idiot kind of way. You reached your hand out to him to properly introduce yourself. He smiled at you and kissed your hand, "Hola, Rafael Caro Quintero. La princesa me puede llamar Rafa."

His smile was unbelievably charming and you couldn't help but laugh at how obviously attracted he was to you, "Well Rafa, take me to this so called 'best of the best' marijuana."

...

Rafa personally drove you to the field. On the way there he was explaining his process and asking you questions about your own. The chemistry was palpable as you finished each others sentences. You talked about similar experiments and different ideas you both had to create different strains and up the potency.

It was hot and the both of you were laughing and sweating. You had to admit, the man knew his weed. His dark skin looked delicious in the bright sun and the trickle of sweat down his neck was distracting. You noticed him pull the car off the side of the road then reach into the back for a strip of thick cloth.

"It's time then?" You asked, knowing that secrecy was important.

"Turn around, princesa, I'll put it on for you," Rafa said, looking apologetic. The already long drive had allowed you to bond over your shared interest.

"Don't tie it too tight," You requested as you turned your back to him.

"I'll be gentle," Rafa whispered, making a shiver run down your neck. His hands were warm as he moved your hair out of the way and gently placed the cloth over your eyes and knotted it behind your head. His hands rested for a moment on your shoulders and all you could hear was him taking a deep breath. "You can turn around now."

You did just that, reaching out blindly to face the front of the car again. Rafa took your wrist, making you jerk. "Calmate, I just want to show you where the middle is so you know where you're facing."

Rafa placed your hand at the edge of your seat, touching the middle console. It took you a moment to get comfortable with the loss of sight as the narco started the car and continued the journey to the fields.

After a moment of silence you spoke, "Don't kill me in the middle of the desert, please. At least not before I come up with that strain I told you about."

That made Rafa laugh. The sound was warm and infectious. You felt him take your hand, "No, hermosa, no one will touch you. It's been a long time since I've met someone who knew weed the way I do."

You were surprised at the affection, and even more surprised that you welcomed it. But you felt the same. Especially as a woman, you had never felt understood by anyone about your affinity for the plant, until now. This flashy narco was matching you move for move, and it was exciting.

...

Rafa told you to keep the blindfold on as he guided you to the actual field after he had parked the car. It didn't escape you that this felt more like a romantic surprise rather than a test of skills. You could hear the sounds of workers, and from the breeze you were definitely on flat lands. The smell of the fresh plant was in the air, and to the side you could tell there were kilos of it drying for transport.

Rafa guided you gently and then placed your hands on what you immediately knew to be a large marijuana plant. You immediately stepped forward and pushed your noise into the buds. There was silence as you took it in, already coming up with information at a mile a minute.

"What can you tell me?" Rafa asked. Then you were off, talking about the notes, the potency, the maturity and when it would be ready to harvest. There was silence and you hesitated.

"Rafa," You worried about bruising his ego, but reminded yourself this was a test, "There's something wrong with this one. Everything is fine except there's a weird syrup smell at the end. Something too sweet. It would smell awful once you burn it."

You felt him approach you and you immediately went into a defensive stance.

"I'm not going to hurt you, princesa. I'm just going to untie the blindfold," Rafa's voice was amused.

When you opened your eyes it was too bright to see. You shielded your eyes waiting for them to adjust. Eventually you could make out Rafa's smiling face. "So how did I do?"

"Eres brillante!" Rafa exclaimed, "I test all my men this way. All of them and you were the only one to catch the mistake. I purposely have those three plants that are no good. No one has caught it yet, but you."

You fought the urge to smile, "Well of course. I told you. I know what I'm doing."

You glanced behind him, taking in the watch tower and different sheds. The irrigation system and the people working and roaming. You realized that the field must be behind you.

"You can look, princesa, I think you'll like what you see," Rafa said as he guided you to turn around.

You felt your eyes grow wide as you took in the sheer size. You stepped back as you tried to take in the full scope. But it went off in all directions, as far as the eye could see. It was beautiful.

"Rafa," You turned to the man smiling at you, "This is insane. Incredible. How many acres? How many plants? What's the yield? Do you have then maturing progressively or all at once? How many kilos are you putting out?"

"Slow down, princesa. Would you like to see more of it?" Rafa asked. You nodded, unable to hide your glee. You didn't care about appearing tough or strong. This was your 'kid in a candy store' moment. Rafa took your hand and led you into the fields.

Hours went by as you walked the fields, ignoring the heat or the fact that you were walking around with someone who should be a rival. Instead you were having the time of your life. His system was pretty self sustaining but you were able to make suggested that made his eyes light up and his laugh explode. Rafa was growing on you like a literally weed.

...

The next day Rafa reported back to Felix, singing your praises.

"You should have seen it, cabron! She knew exactly what was wrong with it. She figured out the irrigation issue I had for months. I have never met anyone who could understand the nuances and delicacy of those plants," Rafa was giddy and Felix was amused.

"So I should back her?" Felix asked, although he figured he knew the answer.

"No," Rafa said, a smirk on his face. "No, whatever she comes up with won't work without the space and work I have already done. She's mine. Buy her out and she will work on the fields with me. Give her whatever she asks, but make sure she works with me, and no one else."

The possessiveness didn't surprise Felix, it was to be expected of the narco who fell fast and hard to the point of lunacy. "She's not going to like that, Rafa. You ready for her to fight you on that?"

"She'll come to me. Remember Felix, as long as her people are taken care of, then all she'll want to do is work on the weed," Rafa said, taking a long draw from his blunt.

"Tomorrow, I'll buy her out. But I want that new strain in 10 months not a year, Rafa. I need it before anyone else comes up with something better," Felix reminded him.

"No one has ever come up with anything better than me. But this, if we work together. This will be our masterpiece," Rafa had a faraway look on his smug face making Felix shake his head.

"Just make sure it's on the market by my deadline. I don't care if you fuck her with it. Make it happen," Felix dismissed Rafa.

...

"You're an ass," You immediately punched Rafa as hard as you could in the stomach. You had been dropped off at his mansion with the orders to stick to him like glue or be killed by Felix himself. "I would have been fine working with you but having that bastard leash me to you is not an attractive arrangement, pendejo."

Rafa waved off Chapo and Cuco who were ready to shoot you for attacking their boss. The narco in question was dressed as usual and laughing. "Your family is taken care of right? That was the most important thing, now the next important thing is working on that strain."

He came up to you and grabbed your jaw, "Together, we can do that. Together, we can do a lot of things."

You hated that you were turned on, "You shouldn't have forced me, Rafa. I don't like being forced."

"Then you can leave if you want. We can work on it together but you don't need to stay, I won't force you," Rafa challenged, his voice soft as he spoke close to you. The smoke from his mouth surrounding you was heady. He released your jaw, "Chapo, take her back."

Rafa turned but you called out, "Rafa. Shut up, pendejo, you know I'm going to stay."

You grabbed your bag and brushed past him into the sprawling mansion. You heard him laugh as he rushed to catch up to you and show you your room. You found it difficult to keep your surly attitude in the face of his excited ramblings.

...

It took 6 months to get the strain perfected and by the end of the 10 month deadline it was debuted. The mansion was partying and high as a kite. Debauchery was everywhere and the handles of liquor and packs of cocaine that Felix had sent as congratulations were being parsed out to the party goers.

You had no interest in partying with the boys and their sluts. You were up on your balcony, watching the pool from above. The band was loud and the people louder. There were people swimming naked in the pool, the area stank of weed, and you could see Neto and Cuco snorting lines through a window.

You didn't like coke, didn't like how fast it made your heart beat and your mind move. You preferred the mellow relaxation that the right strain of weed gave you. You crossed that with tequila and you were floating in your own little world, with a smile on your face.

The last 10 months had been invigorating. Working with Rafa was like working with a ball of pure energy. He was far more intelligent than he let on, reserving it for his treasured plants. You had met your match in that field. Someone you could genuinely bounce ideas off of and experiment with. He was charming, funny, and caring to a fault.

You were surprised he hadn't made a move, but you suspected that Felix had something to do with that. Maybe a threat about the deadline and not fucking around. It was disappointing and frustrating.

Rafa was fucking around, just with some rich chick named Sofia who rubbed you the wrong way and made you want to shoot her through the eyes. But she hadn't been around in the last few months, and Rafa had been ranting about how much of a spoiled bitch she was. You hadn't seen her at the party and were more than thankful that you didn't have to fight the urge to vomit if she had arrived.

There was a knock at your bedroom door and you called for them to come in. It was Rafa. He stood in the middle of your room apprehensive. In his hands he held a handle of tequila and two glasses. "Ay guey. I was going to invite you to share a drink with me."

You looked at the soft expression and could tell he hadn't had any coke. He hadn't since Sofia had left. At most he was high from his own plant and looking to get crossed like you. You looked at him, all of him. Rafa's hair was perfectly fluffy, jewelry draped on his dark skin, and wearing a silk shirt that was open too low. You felt heat pool between your legs.

For months you had been touching yourself to the thought of him. You had laid jealous in your bed when you knew he was with Sofia. And now here he was looking pathetic and ready to be eaten. He'd made you wait long enough.

"Rafa, is Sofia gone for good?" You asked as you walked back into the room and closed the balcony doors. You held your own handle of unfinished tequila and swung it lazily in your hand.

Rafa scoffed at the question, "That bitch is dead to me. Has been for months."

You could see him watching you. His eyes roved your body and there was a hungry look in them. You were wearing a silk robe, a gift from him a few months ago on your birthday. There was nothing underneath it.

"Is that why you wanted to have a drink with me? Because she's not around anymore?" You asked, taking a swig from your handle.

"What? No. I don't care about her. This celebration is for us. We did what we planned and now we are going to be richer and so far above any competitor that they will never reach us. This is all thanks to you," Rafa said, looking actually offended that you suggested otherwise.

You smiled at him then. The high was making you reckless, and the alcohol was making you hot. But the way Rafa looked at you was making you wet. You took another swig from our handle and approached Rafa. You locked eyes with him and put your hand on his chest.

His breathing quickened as you pushed him to sit on the end of your bed. You gripped his jaw, ran your thumb across his bottom lip, coaxing his mouth open. With one more glance at him, you spit the tequila into his mouth slowly, and he drank it. You locked eyes as he took the last drop and then you grabbed his hair and kissed him roughly.

Rafa whimpered into the kiss as you wrapped a hand around his throat and devoured him. His kisses were as intoxicating as the tequila. Months of unanswered desire came flooding out as he pulled you to him and thrust his tongue into your mouth. He tasted of the weed you had both spent months working on together.

The hours and days spent together had left you wanting more from him. But at every turn, at every lingering touch, and held glance he pulled away from you. He had always hesitated but in the end would put space between you. Your frustration at the memory got the better of you and you found his jaw again and pushed him away.

"You're such an idiot you know that? You could have had me naked in your bed for months. You could have had me on my knees or across your lap, but you kept pulling away, like you hadn't thought about it since the day I walked into Felix's office and you lost the ability to breathe," You blurted out. You regretted it, not wanting him to know just how desperate you had been.

But Rafa's gaze softened, his grip around your waist tightened, "Felix told me not to fuck around with you. Not until the strain was ready. The only reason I was with Sofia again was because I needed a release because I couldn't have you. Sofia left me because I called out your name the last time we fucked."

It took you a moment to take in what he said, then you laughed. Laughter fueled by your high and the alcohol. "You brat, you called out my name while you fucked her? No wonder she was so mad."

"It's the only way I could get off. I had to think about you, imagine I was inside your wet pussy," His vulgar admission was met with another desperate kiss from you. You pulled moans from him as your hand travelled downward and palmed his hard on. When you were satisfied that he was as needy as you felt you pulled away.

"Get naked, Rafa. Let's see if all that fucking I heard was as good as it sounded, or if that Sofia bitch was just a good actor," You jabbed, as you untied the robe and dropped it to the floor.

Rafa stopped for a moment with his shirt in his hands as he finally laid eyes on your naked form. He completely lost any comeback he had in mind as he took in the sight of your supple skin and curves. "Te ves deliciosa."

You got impatient and placed a palm on his chest. You pushed him on to the bed then went to work at removing his boots and jeans. When his cock was out and weeping you fought the urge to take it into your mouth. That was for another time. This was about you getting yours. You looked at Rafa as you lay next to him, stroking his cock playfully.

"Rafa, you need to make up for leaving me so wet all the time," You purred into his ear before sucking on his earlobe. He moaned softly and nodded. "How are you gonna do that, baby boy?"

He didn't even react to the name, just looked at you with eyes that begged to be bossed around, "Whatever you want, princesa?"

"Are you going to make me ride you or are you going to fuck me into this bed until I cum onto your cock a few times?" You asked, tracing circled along his chest, leaving his weeping cock unattended. You were fighting the urge to straddle him and slide him inside you.

"Yes, princesa," He replied, as a whimper escaped his lips as you tongued his nipple impulsively. You'd been dying to do that since the first time you had seen him with his shirt hanging open.

"Fuck me, Rafa. Be a good boy and make me cum," You moaned softly as you guided his hand to your wet cunt.

Rafa let out a feral noise once he felt just how wet you were. In a swift move you were beneath him, hands pinned above your head, and his cock pushing into your pussy. You arched against him, "Yes, baby, just like that."

He thrust into your center, hard and deep. You knew he was going to be thick but you were surprised by how deeply he thrust into you. You saw stars after months of pining. This man was a drug of his own and you knew you were going to become addicted. His lips found yours again and he allowed you to wrap your arms around his shoulders. Rafa angled your hips, wrapping your legs around him as he pounded into you.

Your first orgasm came so fast you couldn't even warn him. Your nerve endings were exploding with pleasure as he kissed and fucked and sucked every part of you. Your hands found his hair and pulled at it, making him moan into your lips. You kept your foreheads together as you encouraged him, "Yes, Rafa. You're fucking me so good. You like how my pussy feels don't you? Is this what you were imagining when you fucked that bitch? I bet you never fucked her like this."

The adoration in Rafa's eyes only grew with each word you spoke. Something about your words spurred him on. He leaned back and rubbed your clit with his thumb as he continued thrusting into your dripping wet pussy. Even his grunts sounded soft and needy. You reached forward and tweaked your own nipples. The sight made him throw his head back in ecstasy.

"Princesa, eres tan perfecta," Rafa moaned as you clenched down on him with your second orgasm. This time you felt yourself squirt a little and he did to. He fucked you even faster as you came.

You were panting now, sure that Rafa was close. But he proved you wrong and flipped you over onto your stomach. The narco gripped your hips and thrust into you, impossibly deeper than before. You grabbed at the bed sheets as the room filled with the loud slap of his hips against your round ass. "Fuck, Rafa. You're so deep, you're gonna make me cum again aren't you? You really want to please me don't you?"

Between grunts of exertion he replied, "Yes, princesa, I'll make you cum again."

He sucked and licked your shoulder and neck before biting down and lifting your hips higher so he could thrust at a different angle. Rafa didn't let up as he continued his pounding rhythm. His arm came around to put you in a loose headlock. "Cum for me, Princesa. Milk me dry."

You sobbed as you came, the pleasure so overwhelming you would have thought you blacked out but you still felt the stuttering of Rafa's hips as he filled your pussy with his cum. Both of you were out of breath, the room smelled of sex and weed, and you both started giggling.

Rafa broke down next to you, giggling as he pulled you into his side, placing fluttering kisses all over your face between breaths. You also giggled, high on pleasure, weed, and Rafa.

"You're mine now, Rafa," You spoke against his lips.

"I've always been yours," He answered back.

....

Okay, I love rafa so much wtf.

reblog, review, reply, my chiquitins.

[writers-vlogx]

Hi can I request a Rafa x reader? Where reader was kidnap by Rafa because he loves her in he's own twisted way and reader was able to escape but got in an accident where they hit their pretty hard and when reader wakes up reader doesn't remember anything in their life like amnesia and Rafa taking advantage of it in the end.

He had tried so hard to get you to love him, tried to make you understand and even after all that you didn't want him

Why? Please tell him why? Can't you see he's trying so hard to show you he's perfect for you, with him you would never wish for anything again.

So imagine the panic that set within him when he found the window to your room wide open and you no where to be found.

You didn't know how long you had been there, but it was definitely long enough to make your legs weak. You weren't used to running this far, especially when you didn't even know in what direction to go or where the hell you were at. Thankfully the adrenaline helped you stay alert and on your feet. There was no clear sign that showed you where you were and anywhere you looked everything looked the same. Trees everywhere, it was no use trying to find a difference so you turned in the first direction you faced and just kept running straight ahead

Meanwhile, Rafael was running out of the house, and anyone within a meter of him could tell he was fuming, angry, and yelling at the sky. He had grabbed his keys on the way out and started the car, rafa knew you were weak, he knew you couldn't have gotten very far and even if you did there was nothing for miles except a long road that was rarely used. In the worst-case scenario he could just shoot anyone that tried to help you and take you back.

You kept running and just a few minutes later you came onto a road, looking around you realized just how secluded this place was, there was a single road and no one in sight, but for whatever reason God must have felt pity on your poor mortal soul because not even a minute later you could hear a car approaching and as you ran towards it, the driver may not have been paying as much attention as he should because he hit the brakes too late. All you saw was black

When Rafael found you his anger shifted from you to the poor idiot who decided to hurt his love, everything he lived for. One bullet served enough and that was that.

...

Now we all know he has money and resources, so let's not fool ourselves. Would he be scared? Yes absolutely but would he bring over the best doctors in the country if he needed to? Also yes. And that exactly what he did, he brought the best doctors gave them the money and told them to shut up.

They fixed you in no time, you would be walking soon enough, after all they were the best.

And nothing like a gun pointed at your head to give you some good motivation.

So when he heard there was bad news he was about as ready as he'd ever been to shoot the doctor on the spot. But Felix held him back from it, that's right Felix knew about this little obsession of rafa and the only reason he had helped him continue his...hobby, is because he produced a good worker and it seemed like when you were around, Rafa had less time to get up to "Estupideces" and "Mamadas" as Felix liked to call it.

Either way, the doctors informed rafa that you would suffer from partial memory loss, how much? They were unsure but they would know once you woke up. And so Rafa's only hope at finally being loved by you was this.

When you eventually woke up, just as the doctors said, you didn't remember running away or the accident, instead blank spaces were where those memories should have been.

Rafael had been nervous all morning when he was informed that you had woken up, he was not ready to face you if you remembered but the curiosity was eating away at him, so he slowly made his way to your room and opened the door.

When he came in he wasn't met with that cold gaze you always gave him, the lifeless eyes you had like a bird in a cage. Instead, he was met with big bright eyes full of questions, and it was true you had questions because your memories were recollections of better times, times when you worked alongside Felix and Rafael in the business, times of the first few time Rafael tried to court you. But nothing else, no rejection, no struggles, and least of all, the lovesick man you had come to meet in your months of captivity.

You asked what happened, asked how you got hurt, aksed if he was hurt.

You were worried for him, worried for your partner, for your dear friend. He answered, he also asked what you remembered, did you know who he was? Of course, you did, you spent the evening answering every single doubt he could have had.

He didn't show it but he was happy, this meant he would paint the perfect picture for you, so he lied he told you of the life he had always dreamed to have with you, the life he had tried to make for you, the life he would make for you and you believed it.

You didn't feel this love he talked about but the way he described it sounded magical, and so you promised to try to remember, try to love, he promised to make you fall in love all over again to make you see just what exactly you had before all of this.

Let's just hope he doesn't fuck it up this time right?

Authors note- I'm sorry loves but I'm trying my best to be okay, a good thing is I'm finally getting to watch the show again, and let me tell you FELIX CONTENT IS COMMING SOON AND MAYBE POSSIBLY YOU GUYS CAN ASK FOR SMUT. I'll try my best to not fuck it up since I've never written it but even if I do, I worked hard on that meal and you will eat it 😌❤️ LOVE YOU GUYS AND I WILL SEE YOU WHENEVER I FIND A GOOD FELIX IDEA BYEEEE

[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

[syrma-sensei]

Tenoch Huerta kisses like a slut

[narcolini]

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!

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1

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.

‘Finally,’ is how he greets you, when you see him at last.

He’s come to you this time, to the place in the city that you’re sharing with your cousin, and another student on your course. He doesn’t comment on the mess, the mismatched furniture, the dishes, the piles of books and paints across the dining table. He just walks in, bag over his shoulder, then drops into the couch to unpack.

Something to show you, he’d said. Here it is. You’re sitting in the chair opposite, with a weed cutting in your palms, before he’s even bothered to ask about your day.

‘Looks like marijuana,’ you say, lifting the bud to your nose, ‘smells like marijuana.’

‘No, mira.’ He leans forward and reaches to put his fingers over yours, separating the green in front of your eyes. It splits, looks healthy. ‘No seeds,’ he informs.

Your brow arches. ‘None?’

‘None,’ he repeats, ‘never.’

‘It worked?’

‘It worked.’ He grins, all teeth. His hair bounces over his forehead. ‘I’m a genius, no?’

‘Dios mio,’ you laugh, ‘you actually did it, Rafi.’

The pride drips off him, pours over the coffee table between you and lulls at your knees like the tide. ‘Come on,’ he says, ‘you knew I would.’

You did, you’re smiling with him. It doesn’t stop you from teasing him about it, though. ‘I thought you’d smoke too many of the samples and forget what you were doing, tonto.’ You pass the cutting back to him. ‘Have you dried any of it yet? How’s it taste?’

‘Ah,’ he sighs, leaning back again, ‘that’s what you’re interested in? You don’t want to know how I got it to work?’

You give a half-shake, no. ‘You’ll tell me even if I don’t.’

He’s explained the idea enough times already, but it never sticks, it doesn’t connect in you, the way it does for him. It’s in one ear, out the other. He’s always been for it, science, statistics, experiments and the answers beneath; you’re one for art. Subjectivity.

Your foot finds his sneaker under the table and gives it a kick. ‘Puedo probarlo, o no?’

His free hand goes into his jean pocket, retrieving the tin that’s never far from his person. It’s made of a rusty, scratched copper, held together with a loose elastic band. He hands it to you without comment.

‘Is this from the first plant?’ you ask, watching him.

He shakes his head, brows pulling together briefly. ‘I wanted to perfect it before I showed you. Primo’s greenhouse is full now. Fifteen plants, como esto.’

The cutting you’d been examining goes down, onto the table, and then he brings another up. He’s brought a complete collection, kept them wrapped in newspaper and cradled until now, when he can finally show them off to you.

‘This was from one of the outside plants,’ he says. ‘I think the pinche güeys next door have their own. They must’ve pollenated my shit, look.’

You hum, acknowledging without really listening, and flip open his tin. A single, pre-rolled joint sits inside.

You flick your eyes across to him. ‘This is it?’

He nods.

‘You’ve already some today, haven’t you?’ You’re smirking as you ask, knowing the answer already.

Rafa laughs, pinching the sound short by biting into his lip. Then he shrugs. ‘What? I had to. I still brought you some, didn’t I?’

‘You’re gonna smoke it all before you make any money off it, Rafa.’

He’s going to get sick of it before anyone else can even try.

‘No, no, Miguel Angel knows what to do, how to take us to the next step.’ He says it confidently, hopefully. His eyes gleam at the thought. A purpose, he must think, direction at last. ‘My job,’ he says proudly, ‘is to make sure the product is good.’

You smile, infected by him, by the excitement glowing off of him. ‘You’re aiming high, then?’ You hum, nodding over the cuttings on the table. ‘The two of you?’

The newspaper crinkles as he rewraps, his eyes down like he’s suddenly humble, shy of it. Scared to admit the dream aloud. ‘Si, es solo el comienzo, sabes?’

Yeah, and it’s long overdue for him. The start and the end, because he’ll never have to invent another thing in the world, if this all goes to plan.

You put the joint between your lips and hold out a hand. ‘Pues,’ you prompt, ‘give me a light. Let me see the future.’

2

He sounds like he’s crying. It could be the line, it could be the fact it’s past three in the morning and you’re tired, barely awake, and he’s tired, barely understandable. It could be that he knows you wouldn’t judge him if he was. But it sounds like he’s crying.

No, he is crying, definitely. He sniffs, loud and wet, then draws in another gasping breath afterwards. Says something else about soil, earth, plants and lying scientists, fucking lying scientists. You blink against the dark, push the heel of your free palm into your eye sockets. Wake up, come on, wake up.

‘Have you tried digging elsewhere?’ you ask, hating that it comes out through a yawn, but you can’t help it. You only fell asleep a couple of hours ago yourself. ‘It has to be there somewhere,’ you add.

‘Yes,’ he rasps, ‘it should be there, the guy, pinche pendejo, he said, he, we have the maps—’

‘Rafa,’ you cut him off, ‘breathe.’ It isn’t a suggestion; he ignores it anyway. Rattles on about hard soil and sore hands still.

You sit upright, phone-cord stretching out of its coil, and hope that it’ll rouse you some more. He isn’t there to look at, but you pretend that he is. Imagine him sitting at the end of your bed, head in his hands, tears streaking down his cheeks. If he was, you’d reach a hand out. Run it along the ridge of his spine and watch him decompress. It’s easier to know what to say to him when you have him there, like that. Even just in your head.

You speak over him again, awake enough to put some force into the question this time. ‘Have you told Miguel?’ They’re partners, brothers. This is what he’s there for. ‘Can’t he help?’ you say, because you can’t, you’re miles away.

‘If I fuck this up,’ Rafa whines, ‘they’ll kill us.’

‘Who will?’

The line crackles. You hear a thunk in you ear like he’s struck the handset against the nearest wall. He has, no doubt, but it holds. The call stays connected and buzzing in your palm.

‘Easy, Rafi.’

You wish he was there, at your feet. You wish you could lean forward and shake his shoulders until he listened to you.

‘The plants are dying,’ he says, once he’s back on his end. ‘If we don’t find it soon.’

He cuts himself off with a groan of frustration, then another thick, ugly sniff, snotty and unpleasant even through the phone. You’ve seen him cry like this before. Once when he left school, once when his mum died.

‘And you’ve tried everything?’ you ask, just to keep him talking, just to distract him. ‘No water at all?’

‘We dug deep.’ He takes another heaving breath and then, on the exhale, when he speaks, he sounds more annoyed than upset. It feels like progress. ‘It’s like pinche steel,’ he says, ‘my arms…I can’t get through anymore. The workers are tired.’

You sigh. He’s sounding like he’s given up. He never gives up.

‘I can’t do it.’

‘You can,’ you insist. ‘You’ve just forgotten to use your brain.’

‘Ay,’ he sucks a hiss through his teeth, ‘el desierto, lo ha matado.’

The Rafa on the end of your bed is pacing now, stood up and tracing lines into your floorboards. Moving helps him think, it always has, the motion forces the idea to catch and roar into life, like starting an engine. You close your eyes and picture it. Another method, you decide, another method, another result.

‘Have you tried blowing it up?’ you ask plainly, still watching the false image of him behind your eyelids.

‘What?’ He laughs without meaning it. ‘Estás loco o qué?’

‘How do they make quarries, Rafa? How do they break through rock?’

You can hear it connect, weirdly, in the silence that follows. Hear the gears click, the brain turn. He takes a breath that stills his lungs properly this time, rather than stuffing them with desperate, needed air, then says your name like you’re a genius. Like you’re him.

‘I haven’t tried that, no.’ His voice lifts, he’s on the edge of smiling. ‘It can’t hurt, right? Una pequeña grenada?’

Now, it’s your turn to relax. He’s not crying anymore, he’s thinking, trying. It’s three in the morning and he’s back to himself again. You fall into the pillows with a sigh.

‘Don’t kill yourself, tonto.’

Don’t blow yourself to pieces for the sake of water, for the sake of Miguel and his precious sinsemilla.

He laughs down the line. ‘I’m dead either way, friend. Better I go with a bang.’

3

You’re a stranger now, as much as he tries to fight it. You don’t fit into the world he’s made for himself, or the one Miguel’s made for him, rather. You walk through his home like a guest, not a friend. You merge with the walls the way the staff does. Another set of footsteps in the mansion, another hand trailed up the banister in wonder.

He sends a car for you, because he can, when he has something to show you these days. Or something to ask, if it strikes him as important. Picks you up with just a warning phone call and a rush of, it’s fine, it won’t take all day. What do you need to go to work for, anyway? I’ve told you already.

He could find a job for you, he says. You could sit by his pool and earn money like it grows, right there, in the flowerbeds. You could live like he does, if you wanted.

No, Rafi, I like what’s mine. I like the quiet.

‘You brought me all this way,’ you say, once you’re standing in his bedroom, ‘to pick an outfit?’

You look at him, then back to the bed—four-poster, ridiculous, like something out of a movie. He’s got three suits laid over it, all matching, all expensive: white and red, blue with stripes, purple. Bright purple. You touch the fabric just to feel it. You’d never own anything this smooth, this well made.

‘I trust you,’ he says, ‘your opinion.’ He fidgets, digs a fingernail into the carved detailing of the bed frame. There’s white under his nostrils, you haven’t missed that, but you haven’t commented on it, either. At least he smells of smoke as well. At least he’s balancing it out.

‘What’s it for?’ you ask, like that’ll help you decide.

‘A girl.’

Your head twitches back to face him, quicker than you’d have liked it to—but, a girl? He’s not mentioned dating since he got fixated on weed, not in any serious way. Not to you.

He’s frowning as you look at him, his own gaze on the suits, like he’s tormented by the choice. Like they’re an equation to unwind. He hasn’t even noticed your reaction yet. ‘She didn’t take me seriously,’ he says, ‘last time. She made fun of my clothes.’

You let him continue. Your brain is still trying to scramble to the point where any of this makes sense.

‘Her father is el Secretario de Educacion.’ He sighs. His hands go to his hips. ‘I want to impress her.’

A new project, you realise, that’s what he’s found. Something he can’t have, something impossible. Something to solve. A drug lord with the daughter of a politician, Dios mio, he picks them well. This will be harder than growing plants with no seed, as dangerous as following Miguel into the dark.

You can’t get away with anymore silence, you have to act invested now, helpful still. ‘What’s her name?’

‘Sofia.’

He’s smiling and he expects you to returns it. You look back to the suits.

‘Sofia,’ you mutter, partnering it with a sigh. ‘Lucky Sofia.’

It’s something he would never do for you. Before today, you wouldn’t have imagined him doing it for anyone. He’s always worn what he liked, always put himself to the world exactly as he is, no apology, no polish. Just him, wild as he came. None of these suits feel like the Rafa you know. Or knew. They’re all the man you haven’t quite caught up to yet. The owner of this absurd pinche mansion.

‘Is she worth all this?’ You point at them lazily. ‘How much did this cost you, tonto?’

‘You sound jealous,’ he says, smiling, trying to pass it off as a joke.  

You shrug. ‘You’re putting a lot of pressure onto one suit.’

If this goes wrong for him, you’ll be back in the car to his house, talking him through the downfall, as always, as he wants, as you oblige. If she laughs at him still, you’ll have to think of something to throw down and bring him back up to Earth.

You pick up the sleeve closest and toy with the cuff of it. ‘I’m trying to stop you from embarrassing yourself,’ you tell him.  

‘Not what is seems like.’

Maybe not, but where’s the issue? You’re worried about the aftermath, the risk of more headaches down the line and, yeah, maybe you’re jealous too. Unlikely as you are to admit it aloud. You’re jealous of him, his success. His house, the clothes, the suits. The money that pours off him. The money he pours onto you in turn. Take it, he says, let me. It’s nothing. It’s nothing, have it. I want you to have it. Why can’t we both enjoy it now that we’re here?

Because it’s not yours, it’s his. He doesn’t get that.

And you’re jealous of Sofia, too. You wish you weren’t but you are. It creeps up to you, the longer you stand here, it crawls up your trouser legs, into your ears along with her name. She caught his eyes, his heart. You got the brain and everything else, but she has a part of him that he never shared with you. Never tried to.

It’s not yours, it’s his. It’s hers.

You’ve always been jealous of concretes, of things without leeway. You never took to it the way he did. Can’t keep yourself in one direction, can’t reach a conclusion and relish in it. He finds his track and runs it, right to the end.

‘You really think she’s special?’ you ask, redirecting him and yourself alike. It does nothing to think about it. What you could’ve had, what you never will. All that matters, is what there is, what you can hold.

‘There’s no-one like her,’ he answers, leaning his shoulder against the bed-post, ‘in all of the world.’

That’s how he is. Passionate. He fixates, he works, he wins. Loves with a tunnel vision that you’ll never understand.

‘The white, then,’ you decide. ‘It suits you.’

His eyes light up, his smile broadens. ‘Yeah? You think she’ll recognise it? Scarface?’

‘She won’t care, Rafa. Eres guapo. Te ves rico.’ And that’s what they like, girls like her. That’s what matters. ‘You be good to her, okay? Treat her right. She’s not someone you should mess around.’

He laughs, then puts his head to the wood. He’s looking at you fondly, through the thick of his lashes, and it itches, makes you drop the sleeve and step back from the bed.

‘You talk like you know her,’ he says.

‘I know you, Rafi. That’s enough.’

4

You didn’t know how bad it had gotten, until he tried to pull himself out of it. You should’ve realised really, or predicted it, should have taken more notice at his parties, should’ve seen the way his logic and rationality had sped up and burnt itself out. How his life had become a cyclone of Sofia, Sofia and drugs and Miguel. Round and round. How little it became about himself, or what he wanted. How close he’d stumbled to the edge without you waiting a step behind.

You heard from him less and didn’t challenge it. You didn’t ask, he didn’t tell, so you lived through the whispers of him. Maybe it’s time, you thought, maybe he’s outgrown you at last. Maybe this is the part where you don’t play catch up.

And then he’d stopped all together. Run out of track and hit the wall behind.

You weren’t there when it happened, you don’t know the details, only that he’d broken up with Sofia, and Miguel had broken up with him, in a way. Snipped ties worse than you had, ones with actual weight. Purpose. Structure that couldn’t afford to be pulled from under him. He lost his fields, you found out, lost his life’s work. Watched the dream collapse in front of him, at the hands of his closest friend.

Like he always did, Rafa saw it as a problem to fix, a cause with a solution that was within his grasp—always within his grasp. So now he was off the coke, too. Cold turkey and rotting from it.

It was Cuco that told you how unwell he was; on a clear day, blue and unfitting of the message, he asked you to come over. Ayudame, he said, I don’t know what else to do.

Tomorrow, you told him, it’s the soonest I can.

Today, when you get there, he looks scared; pale and tired and damp with old sweat.

‘You look like you’ve seen a ghost,’ you say, and you regret it immediately, because he nods. He agrees. He’s the only one Rafa will let into the room.

‘It’s bad, man,’ he says. ‘Hallucinating and shit.’ He rubs at his neck, inches from the door like he’d been waiting for the excuse to. ‘I only called you because he started saying your name.’

‘Mine?’

‘Yours and Sofia’s,’ he corrects, ‘but he told me…’ He sighs, then shrugs. ‘I’m not allowed to call her.’

‘Entiendo.’ You don’t want more of an explanation. ‘Can I?’ You gesture to the closed door in front of you. They’ve shut him in like a beast, oiled mahogany set firmly between them and him, him and you.

Cuco nods and waves you forward. You can see a warning on his tongue, in the pinch of his brows. When he decides against it, shaking his head instead, you leave him in the hall behind.  

‘Rafa?’

You push the door open, shut it again behind you. The room’s dim despite the light from the high sun, drawn into shade with thin, orange curtains. One of the doors to the balcony is open, its partnering drape curls into the room on the breeze behind. Everything done in an attempt to make the space feel relaxing, unconfined and airy and easy on the eyes, everything done without reward, because Rafa’s not here.  

You scan the room again. The covers are twisted from the bed, half off the mattress and onto the tiled floor beneath. You follow the disarray. Photo frames knocked down and smashed, discarded bowls of untouched food, ash trays that haven’t been emptied. Clothes that have been torn off and left where they fell. It’s a den, a cage. Distress that’s been played out and abandoned afterwards.

The bathroom door’s open, the trail of clothes leading right to it.

‘Rafa?’ you call again, but the shower’s on; he won’t hear you over the water.

You pause a step in from the doorway. The mirrors are fogged, the tiles are wet with condensation. It’s been running long enough to make the room uncomfortable, damp and warm, more of a wet room than the stylised bathroom it was designed to be. Like walking into the overused swamp of a public swimming pool.

Rafa’s stood with his back to you, head under the stream. He’s naked, hair flat and dripping, with his hands against the wall in front. The water’s so hot, that it’s managed to anger the skin over his shoulder blades. The stretch marks up his back, from that growth spurt he had at fifteen, are angry looking, like they’re complaining too.

‘It’s me,’ you say, louder now.

His head lifts weakly. ‘Sofia?’

No, not her, only you.

You take off your coat, your shoes, your socks. Pile them all up on the dry floor behind. For a moment, you consider taking the rest off too, but you’ll try this way first. The shower won’t saturate you completely, if just for a minute.

‘Rafa, you should come out now.’ You’re standing on the edge of the shower basin, a towel from the side clutched in your hands. When he doesn’t move, you put it over your shoulder and reach in for him. ‘No quieres saludarme, amigo?’

He flinches at first, at your palm to his shoulder, then he comes to, peels away from the wall and toward you with ease. Slow, then all at once.

‘Easy,’ you coo, ‘easy.’

You put the towel around him as he turns, lift the edges to dry his face once he finally shows it to you.  

It’s bad, it is. You don’t know enough about withdrawals to know if it’s normal. If he’s supposed to look like this, if it’s part of the process. You don’t know if it’s even the drugs at all, but you know him, and you know this is bad for him. Lights off in the fucking dark.

What if this is him now? What if this is what happened while you were away, and it’s set too deep to be undone?

He looks scared, more than anything. Tired and sickly, yes, but his eyes are wide, and lost, and then welling up as your name falls from his tongue. The recognition at last, the return of the friend you’re used to.

‘You have to help me,’ he says, ‘I can’t do it, I can’t.’

‘I know. I know.’ You step back with him, holding the ends of the towel close under his chin. ‘Let’s get you dry, hm? Get you dressed, get something to eat.’ That first, that for now.

‘I miss her,’ he rushes, urgent like you had to hear it. ‘Sofia, I have to see her.’

‘Okay,’ you tell him. ‘Okay, we’ll call her.’

It might be a lie, a false promise. You haven’t decided what’s right yet. What’ll help and what’ll make it worse. You just have to get him out of this foggy room, out of the towel and into something comfortable and warm.

‘I miss you,’ he says, in the same way. Desperate, quick, like he’s only got a few words left to give. ‘You know that, right? I miss you, too.’

You pause. Nod. If he was his usual self, he’d see right through the gesture, know that you were lying; saying yes just to say yes. But his teeth are chattering now. His eyes focus—in and out—on you, desperately. His hands layer over yours and the corners of the towel.

‘You won’t leave again?’ he asks, shaking the two of you. ‘You’ll stay until I’m better?’

‘Yeah,’ you tell him, because it’s true for now, even if his better is worse than he’s ever been before. ‘Yeah, I’ll stay as long as you need me, Rafi.’

5

He never comes to your house. He never comes to your house. So why is he here now? Pounding on your door and peppering the button until the bell can’t complete a full ring anymore. It just spits out one shrill note, over and over. You’re there within the first couple minutes of his assault, and he’s acting like you’re late still, like you’ve kept him waiting. He doesn’t even let you say hello first, but pushes past you into the hall instead, like there’s a dog going for his heels. Nipping the tendons.

‘Jesus, Rafa,’ you scold, shutting the door behind him. ‘You forget your manners, cabrón?’

When you turn, he’s wild looking, eyes big and pupils swollen. High, you assume. He grabs your hands before you can comment on it. Both of them together, pinned into his damp palms.

‘What are you…’

‘I need you to trust me,’ he says. ‘No questions, okay?’

You take him in again. He’s erratic, fidgety, his shirt is done incorrectly—one button left at the bottom, one side longer than the other. So, he’s dressed in a hurry, driven in a hurry. Rushed to your door with an urgency you can’t grasp onto yet; it slips through your fingers, like him, like what you had. Scatters in the hallway like dropped ball-bearings. You can’t catch him like you used to.

‘Did something happen?’ you ask, bringing your gaze back to his face. ‘Are you in danger?’

‘No,’ he answers, too quick, all breath. His head shakes. ‘No, no, we just have to go away for a while.’ A smile. White teeth and false promise. ‘Okay?’

Not in danger yet, he means. Not if he’s fast enough.

‘We?’ You take a step back, pulling your hands free with a struggle, and he follows; you turn, head into the living room, and he tracks behind you still. ‘Rafa, I don’t know what the fuck you’ve done, but—’

‘Me and Sofia will go first,’ he says over you, ‘then I want you to come. Okay? Te necesito demasiado para—’

And now you cut him off, turning back to him quickly. ‘Me? Me come with you?’

He nods, hair bouncing.

‘Come on, Rafi.’

‘Why not? Only for a while.’

‘Do you even realise what you’re asking?’ you ask, pointing a finger to his chest, pad to the stitching across his shirt. Spirals over the collarbone. ‘Have you actually stopped to think? I have a job, Rafa, a life. I’m not involved in your,’ your search for the word, the title of all his erratic decisions: adventures, war, ‘bullshit.’ Yeah, that fits.

‘Why?’ he asks, as he always does. Why won’t you let me help you? Why can’t I share this with you? ‘This isn’t like the other times,’ he adds. ‘It’s. It’s.’

‘Life or death?’

He scoffs, too dramatic to be natural, or innocent, then turns away to hide from the fact. Trying to compose himself, no doubt. Plan another lie. He thinks you don’t see the warning signs, the flaming lights behind his eyes. ‘No, just,’ he winds back to you, ‘please. You can’t trust me?’

You puff a hot breath out of your nose and allow the moment to still before trying again.

‘Have you planned any part of this, or did you do too much coke and come here on a whim?’ you ask evenly. You’re not judging him, but you have to know. Fear or drugs. It’s one of the two. You stare at him afterwards, waiting for an answer.

Then he looks down, and you look down, and you see that he’s brought a set of tickets from somewhere, clutched in his hand now, and is waiting to present them to you.

‘No mames, Rafi.’ You laugh flatly, head shaking as you take a step back, like the space will make your message clearer. ‘You thought you could show up with tickets and I’d leave? Just like that? Leave everything and follow you to,’ you pull his wrist up to read, ‘Costa Rica?’

He hesitates, chews the words into his bottom lip before admitting, ‘Well, yeah. It’s all paid for, carnale.’

You scoff.

‘You only have to get on the plane.’

Just get in the car, just come to the house, just pick up the phone. You roll your eyes and push the tickets back into his stomach. It’s too much, this time. This is something he can fix for himself. Whatever it is doesn’t have to involve you for once. ‘I’m not going,’ you tell him.

He catches your arm before you can turn. ‘Okay, okay,’ he says, and the break in his voice is enough to make you wait. ‘It’s important. Serious. I have to leave for a bit.’

‘Why?’

His chin twitches. You don’t need to know.

‘And Sofia…?’

‘She wants to come with me,’ he answers. ‘And I want you to come too, once it’s safe.’

You eye him. He’s smart still, it’s always in there, under all the shit, so there must be a logic to it. There must be some formula he’s got in mind, right? You just aren’t seeing it. You aren’t built the way he is. ‘For how long?’ you ask.

He laughs, shrugging. ‘As long as you want. About time you had a vacation, no?’

But that’s not the point, is it, primo?

‘I don’t like this, Rafa. This, this shit.’ You shake your head, force a deep breath. You can’t be considering this, you can’t. ‘It’s not me,’ you argue, it’s not you. ‘This is too far.’

‘I know, I know.’ His hands come up again, fussing. The tickets bend as he takes you by the shoulders. ‘I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.’

But what are you even agreeing to? What does he need you for, when he’d have Sofia with him already? Why would you go if he was going to—

‘You aren’t coming back, are you?’ It comes out as you realise it. He wants you to follow him there, because he might never come back, he might not be able to. ‘Is that it?’

You watch his gaze drop, his chin lower. His stomach pouches slightly as he slackens with the confession. No hiding now, Rafi.

‘Yeah,’ he admits, before pushing a palm into the front of his hair, fingers scraping, ‘maybe. I don’t know how it will go.’

And now the dread’s setting in. Rooting in your heels, the back of your neck. Things have never been this way before, not even close. ‘You know I can’t follow you, right?’ you say quietly. ‘Even if I come, for a little while, I can’t run with you forever.’

He nods, slight enough that you almost miss it. ‘I know.’

‘And if I do come, you can’t ask me again. To follow you. You can’t expect it of me.’

‘Yes.’ A step toward you. ‘Of course, entiendo.’

You’re losing the fight to deny him. He said two weeks until you go, más o menos, so you have time to sort something with work, if you want to. And what’s two weeks in Costa Rica after that, even if it is a goodbye? There are worse places for this to meet its end. One final time, you could show out for him just one final time, and then put it to bed. No more friendship, no more relying on you to pile up the bricks again. If he can’t come home afterwards, then you will, alone, and he’ll be free to take on the world. All by himself. Just as he wanted to.

‘Promise you’ll pick up if I ring?’ he asks, dipping his head to meet your eyes. He’s sincere, pleading almost. He needs it, he needs you.

You nod.

‘And that you’ll meet me there.’ He taps the tickets you still haven’t taken from him. ‘Two weeks from now. We’ll meet you at the airport, okay?’

‘What if they find out where you are?’

A laugh you don’t like twitches out of him; he isn’t taking it seriously. He doesn’t realise how easy it is to fall yet, how close he is to the sun. ‘They won’t,’ he says. ‘Why would they? I’m nobody out there.’

He’s never been nobody anywhere. Even before all this shit.

‘They’ll think we’re on our honeymoon,’ he goes on, ‘and then me and you, and Sofia, we’ll go somewhere else. Somewhere new.’

‘And then I’ll come home,’ you add. He’s already talking like he’s forgotten, like he thinks you’ll follow him across the globe, one step behind as always. ‘And you will too, if you can,’ you prompt.

He nods, quick and unconvincing. ‘Por supuesto. Just as you say.’

You don’t believe him any more than he believes it himself.

6

‘Your pockets,’ the man instructs, without even looking at you. He’s looking over you, past your shoulder. Waiting for you to empty what’s in your jacket without so much of a hint that he’s talking to you in the first place. ‘Into the tray.’

You scoop out your car keys, your lighter. The cinema ticket from a couple weeks ago. Put them all into the plastic tray on the low counter beside you, obliging because there’s no choice. When you stand straight again, he mimes for you to put your arms up and out, so you do, and then begins to pat you down, all without really looking at you still. Eyes always elsewhere, head always titled slightly away, like he’s bored. Kind of like he hates to even be near you. He pats along your arms, then under them, over your chest and down your sides, over the jeans, your thighs—

‘Clear.’

You wait. Arms out still. He steps back.

‘Can I…?’

His head bobs up and down, a forced nod, as he grabs the tray of your things and pushes it toward you. You just about catch it before he lets go and steps around to face the person waiting behind you. His next unfortunate victim, good luck to them.

Why you agreed to this, you don’t know. Well, of course you fucking do, because that’s how it goes every time, isn’t it? Rafa calls, you come. Rafa needs help, you save the day. Rafa gets himself fucking arrested, and here you are, going through security in the mangiest looking prison you’ve ever seen, and never thought you’d step into, getting patted down for entry by a guard who looks like he’d spray you down with bleach if he wasn’t on camera. Just because you’re here, and someone you love is in there, waiting behind the bars. The association alone is more than enough for him to judge you.

And maybe he’s right to. Maybe everyone worth something would be smart enough to say no to this.

You never made it to Costa Rica, he got caught before he even had the chance to ring and give the all clear. The tickets are on your bedside still. Not that you’d even decided to use them; you were waiting for the call, to see what your gut would say once the exact moment of it came, and then it never did. And you watched the arrest on the news until your gut said to turn it off, so you listened then, instead.

They got Sofia too, and she sold him out like the criminal he is, without hesitation, confirmed his name without even weighing the options—you know, because that’s what he told you on that first call he was allowed. No hi, no apology. He spoke for two minutes before you even opened your mouth.

I’d have done the same, you said to him. Lying would’ve made it worse.

Not for him, of course. He’d reached the end of that rope. It would’ve made things worse for her, tagged her into the downfall alongside him, so it’s good that she avoided it. She stands a better chance of a future having done it.

She probably told them where I was in the first place, he said, though he didn’t mean it. It was all anger. Hurt. Liquid regret pouring through the handset. No-one knew we were there, carnale. Fucking no-one.

But it could only ever have been him that got himself into something like this. It was, every time, it was. He made every decision that led him to this moment, to this place. To this dingy visitors room with indoor picnic tables, and steel hoops for cuffs to be attached in the centre of them.

I’ll come see you, you said and you left it at that. The rest has to be done in person. You at least owe him that mercy, after everything. You’ll look him in the eye to say it.

In the doorway, you’re greeted by a less indifferent guard. He sits his clipboard on his curving stomach and asks for the prisoners name, looking at you, then your name, still looking at you, then ticks you both off and nods for you to continue into the room. He even smiles as he does, just a bit. It’s in the corners of his mouth as a gesture of goodwill.

You thought that maybe you’d have to search for him, but it mustn’t be a busy day for visitors. There’s a full table to your right, father, mother, kids. Food unwrapped and shared over the top of it. A couple are huddled over another in the far corner, as close to kissing as you assume they’re allowed, hands locked, noses tip to tip.

And then there’s Rafa, right in the middle.

He’s looking at you already, facing the door, expectant. He’s smiling so big that you catch onto it immediately, unintentionally. You shoot your own smile back at him before remembering why you’re here in the first place. It wasn’t the plan to come in like this was any other, normal reunion, like you’re seeing him after an impromptu vacation. The plan, was to be a friend to yourself, for once. You set your mouth back into the line firm you’d practiced with.

‘You look well,’ you admit, as you sit across from him. ‘Was expecting you to look like shit, Rafi.’

He laughs, unfazed, and goes with rattling wrists to hold your hands briefly. ‘I’ve been counting down the hours, carnale.’

You watch his hands over yours. The cuffs on his wrists, the chain between them and the hoop on the table that they’re welded to. This is the first time ever, really, that he’s been pinned down in one place, trapped with nowhere to go. The first problem he’s faced that he can’t think his way out of. It’s as unbecoming of him as you’d expect it to be.

‘I can’t stay long,’ you tell him.  

‘It’s okay, I don’t mind.’ He’s smiling still, shaking his head likes it’s nothing. ‘I’ve been going fucking crazy in here,’ he says, ‘not even Neto wants to talk to me.’

‘Neto’s here too?’

You’ve met him before, of course. He isn’t a character you can forget easily.

Rafa nods. ‘They’ve separated us now.’

‘Why?’

‘Ahh…’ he sucks a breath through his teeth, winds his head away then back again, ‘es basura, he hates me, or something. Told the guards I’d kill him in his sleep.’

You raise a brow, a would you? brow. He just laughs.

‘Pinche viejo is paranoid,’ he explains. ‘Wants this place to be his kingdom.’

‘And you can’t have a kingdom with two kings, right?’

When he laughs this time, you join him, and again, for a minute, you forget what you’re here for. You let it stand. Just us, for a moment longer, Rafi. Peace before the storm.

He sighs on the come down, lifting his hands until the chain is taut. ‘Pues, qué clase de rey es esto, hm? Si Mama pudiera verme ahora.’

You nudge him under the table, your sneaker against his prison-issued pants. ‘She’d tell the guards they aren’t feeding you enough, flaco.’

A smile, another in return. Time to get it over with. He doesn’t know it—or maybe he does, maybe he’s always known—but he’s sanding back your conviction, as usual, one grin at a time.

‘Mira, I should tell you, Rafi.’ You cough, then look down to fiddle with the already scratched skin by your nail-bed. Say it. Say it. ‘I won’t come again.’ There.

‘What?’

‘After today…’

Your throat dries. You’d rehearsed it in the mirror; it wasn’t the same as speaking over the table in front of you. Honestly, you’d hoped you would at least have some glass between, you were counting on it, even. Something for his reaction to bounce off. Instead, it strikes you directly now, clear and targeted, hurt from his face right onto yours.

‘I won’t visit you,’ you manage. ‘Anymore.’

The tourists in the cantina, the university professor. The fucking DEA agent. How did you overlook all of that? The cocaine, Sofia, fleeing to Costa Rica. He’s been souring since he’d swapped you for Miguel, himself for the business. Been gone before you’d even realised. You’ve spent all this time trying to stitch him back together, keep the body whole, keep the motor running, and he was already a ghost. Gone through the fucking cracks. You were just too sentimental to see it, too loyal to the kid you’d met at the end of the street.

‘You won’t see me after this,’ you reiterate. ‘I should have done it a long time ago, but this is it, Rafi, this is where I get off.’

No more phone calls, no more cars sent for you. No more advice on things you had no right to be speaking on in the first place. This, is where you draw the line. You can’t put everything on hold and wait for him now. There’s a life for you outside of him. Outside of this.

‘I’m sorry.’

‘What?’ he says again, as dumbstruck as the first time. ‘Why?’ He leans forward and there’s a lingering smile behind his voice, an edge of disbelief. ‘It’s over now, I’m done.’ He thinks he’s invincible still, even at the end.

‘It’s always been about you, Rafa,’ you push, looking at the table instead of his hope, ‘every time, it’s all about you. I can’t do it anymore. I have to…’

He goes for your hands but you pull away. It doesn’t deter him. ‘You finally have me back,’ he says. ‘After I’m out, we do whatever you want, okay? No more shit.’

You shake your head. ‘I won’t wait, Rafa.’

He laughs, a hollow, limp sound. ‘It’s not like I’m asking you sit around doing nothing, carnale. Come on, you can’t spare a few hours a week to see your oldest friend?’

The silence can answer him this time. You let it work through the gaps, dowsing the humour he’s clinging to.

‘What?’ he continues, sounding anxious now. ‘You want to get married and move away, or something?’

‘Rafa…'

It’s starting to sink in. You can’t look at him, can’t watch it turn over in his head. The corners of his mouth dropping, the pinch of his brows. You can’t look. False woodgrain in the plastic table. His shoulders. His eyes. The chains between his wrists clatter as his arms go slack.

‘You won’t even call?’ he asks.

‘No.’

Maybe. Maybe on birthdays.

‘I shouldn’t,’ you tell him. ‘It’s better this way.’

He scoffs. It’s a sour enough sound to make you wince. ‘For who?’ he asks. ‘I need you in here, I’ll go crazy, I’ll—’

‘For me, Rafa.’ That’s the point, the whole point, and still he doesn’t get it. ‘It’s better for me, and I have to do it.’

And he has to let you. He said he wouldn’t ask again, wouldn’t expect you to follow him everywhere he went. Just because he’s stuck in one place now, doest mean you have to be too. One of you deserves a win, right? You won’t serve time on his behalf.

‘I’m sorry.’ You say it to the side of his face because he isn’t looking at you, won’t look at you. ‘Maybe something will…’ No, you stop yourself, put the wheel straight again. ‘I’m sorry. I should’ve said something earlier. Long ago. I shouldn’t have waited until now.’

‘Yeah.’

‘You never let me—’

‘Well, if it’s my fault,’ he shrugs, ‘what else is there to talk about.’ He spares a moment to flick his eyes in your direction—and they betray him. Show the child behind the face. ‘Go,’ he says to the wall again, ‘you don’t want to be here.’

You don’t, and if this is how he wants to be, then fine, conversation over. Cloth cut from the body at last.

When you stand, he’s looking away still, with his forearms crossed over the table—awkward, but it’s what the cuffs allow—and you won’t say goodbye to the cheek of him, so you don’t say anything else at all.

You’ve found your track, now it’s time to run it, right to the end. Just like he would.

[v4mpires0ap]

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

[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.

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Meeting His Match

[fire-aries]

Fuck it! I’m adding a Rafa x Black female reader imagine to my list as well!

That man deserves better! Also, I’m talking about fictional Rafa, not the real person, so don’t come for me!

[theatreslave]

Update @namorslutfanfiction

(gonna do my little updates on my main blog because of the shadowban)

I wrote three today.

Angst/Fluff Namor

Tenoch Smut

Fluff/Smut Rafa

Masterlist on my page has been updated.

All stories will be crossposted on AO3 momentarily

Thank you all,

Namorslutfanfiction/Theatreslave

Also its technically already my BDay so happy birthday to me.

[namorslutfanfiction]

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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[writers-vlogx]

Rafa dating Felix's little sister

(i can see the drama that would blow up after what felix did to rafa,shit won't be the same)

Okay so disclaimer I haven't watched the betrayal yet so you mfs don't spoil it for me 😭

Felix's sister? How are you not dead.

Oh shit...

But I can totally see him doing this for revenge, like his plan all along was to have more power and get revenge. To use you and leave.

After he got with you he realized he was actually really fond of you, and wouldn't mind actually being with you, so he ditched his plan and decided to just love you.

Okay here is where it gets good, so you guys both worked in the business, while he did the more dangerous work. Because of Felix, you did the more tame and calm aspects of running the business like counting the numbers and keeping everything organized. This meant you guys didn't see each other very often, and when you did it wasn't much different. See at the beginning of the relationship you had established that work was separate from your private lives and so you choose to keep it professional while working.

Now you both had also found it in best interests to keep this secret from your brother since you knew that him being so protective of you, the minute he heard about it he would lose his shit.

But Felix has ears everywhere and nothing can happen without him knowing about it, sooner or later he found out and when he did...

You better run

Felix had seen what men were capable of. I mean everything he did revolved around the disgusting things that people did. He knew what it was like to be used and betrayed. He had lived his whole life in constant worry because he knew that one wrong move would lead to his downfall. So when he heard that you were dating the Rafael caro quintero, oh you best believe he was livid.

He busted through the front door and fuming, swearing, and yelling like a madman.

"ESTAS LOCA? QUIEN TE DIO PERMISO DE SALIR CON ALGUIEN, NO, QUIEN TE DIO PERMISO DE SALIR CON UN ESTUPIDO COMO RAFAEL?! TIENES UNA IDEA DE QUE PODRIA PASAR"

Oh but when he saw Rafael right next you you, correction, right next to his sister with his hand on your thigh.

Target locked

He was running over to him and just started beating the shit out of rafa "HIJO DE LA CHINGADA, QUIEN TE CRES PARA QUERER SEDUCIR A MI HERMANA??! TRAIDOR, MALDITO HIJO DE TU MADRE TE DEVERIA MATAR POR TOCAR A MI HERMANA!"

You had to shove and yell for Felix to finally get off of Rafa, and lucky you did in time because otherwise, Rafael would be six feet underground.

Believe me, Felix does not forgive. You can try to talk to him all you want but he will never accept this. He doesn't think it's right, he doesn't think rafa deserves you. He will throw every excuse in the book so long as he can be right. And to some degree you know he his. While Rafael may be the best partner it's no secret the types of things he does. And you know Felix is right that if he wanted to he could easily kill you and that is why despite the love and respect you may have for Rafa, Felix will never be able to fully trust Rafael with you.

But don't worry, he will let you be as long as you take some precautions, and if the day ever comes that Rafael decides to betray that little trust Felix has given him and choose to harm you, whether physically or emotionally oh he's coming after him. And trust that there will be blood.

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[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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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***

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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