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writers-vlogx · 1 year

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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

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sheena-isa-punkrocker · 3 months

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Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo Fluff Alphabet

warning: reader's gender is not specifically stated but is hinted to be female in some paragraphs

A = Activities (What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

Miguel likes to spend quality time with you, period. After a long day at his office, he likes to come home to you sitting on the couch, watching tv. There he can lay his head in your lap or chest as you comb your fingers through his dark tresses, listening to him vent about the day or him listening about how your day was. He also likes doing small domestic tasks with you, helping you cook and washing the dishes afterwards. After dinner, when he can, he likes cuddling on the sofa while a movie is playing. He enjoys seeing your reactions to whatever the film plot is, your surprised gasps, your jokes about how dumb the main characters are, your predictions on who the murderer is, it’s all very fun for him to watch.

Miguel was never much of a swimmer before he met you, and really the huge pool in the yard was used for parties anyways. But one night you convinced him to take a late night swim with you. Swimming in the cool water during hot summer nights, the stars shining above you both, you playfully splashing him before he grabs you and gives a tickle to your side… Yes, he enjoys swimming now.

B = Beauty (What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

Miguel greatly admires your high intelligence. Having deep conversations about life, your lives before the cartel, business strategies, his plans for your future together, the fact that he can talk about anything and everything and be completely understood by you is what makes you different from everyone else for him. It's what drew him to you since the first day you met. Your charismatic humor is also something he admires. Miguel can get stuck in his own head often, pulling him into a darker headspace. It’s your humor and lively attitude that pulls him out of that mentality and he’s forever grateful for it.

C = Comfort (How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

The minute Miguel senses that you are feeling melancholic, he’s willing to stop everything he’s doing, pull you aside and have you sit on his lap while he listens to you vent it all out. He’ll rub your back, hold you close and press soft kisses to your hair to calm you down. It physically pains him to see you in any kind of distress. He wishes he could protect you from these emotions even though he knows it’s futile. Anything you need to feel better, consider it done, he only wants the best for you. But oftentimes you both just sit and hold each other until you feel better.

D = Dreams (How do they picture their future with their s/o?)

A life without you is a life not worth living in his mind. He can’t imagine you not being next to him. Waking up next to you cuddled to his side in your shared bed, cooking dinner with you at night, spending weekend getaways at the beach together when he can, meeting your eyes and instantly smiling as he sees you across the dance floor at a party. Your soft touch, your unending support, your laugh, he can’t imagine being without you at all. While he continues to grow his cartel empire, the one thing that keeps him going is the fact that he’ll be coming home to you, his vida, every night.

E = Equal (Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

Surprisingly, he likes an equal partnership in his romantic relationship. Miguel admires that you are a strong, independent individual that has no problem voicing their own ideas or opinions. While he is naturally dominant in both his cartel organization and in private, he appreciates how you take charge of your own daily life and business. He also trusts your judgment on how you run your shared household. He enjoys having a partner that is on his level like that. Definite power couple vibes with him.

F = Fight (Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?)

Actual fights don’t really happen between you both. There have been some disagreements, but they are easily resolved when you both sit down and talk it out with each other. If a fight does happen it’s never because of you or what you did, it comes from a place of fear. Miguel lives a dangerous lifestyle, one where anyone could easily come and harm him or worse, you. And that scares him. So if you come home late from work without calling him, he’s not upset at you, he was just scared for your well being. After reassuring him that you are alive and okay, holding each other close, he’ll calm down.

G = Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you, his rock, his support, his life, his soul, his everything. Truly he is grateful for everything that you do. He knows that he would be emotionally lost without your influence on him. You keep him grounded in reality. The other cartel members also like to remind him how lucky he is to have you in his life and that it’s a miracle how you put up with his antics all the time. Miguel can’t help but agree with them.

H = Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

On the whole, yes he shares most things. Miguel has put his complete trust in you and feels safe enough in your private conversations that he feels he can talk about anything with you. However, there will always be a few things where he’s deemed too dangerous for you to know and will keep that information secret. It’s for your protection, really. It comes with the territory of being with a drug lord.

I = Inspiration (Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helping them overcome personal problems?)

Congrats, you single handedly wormed your way into Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo’s life and changed him from being a lonely businessman haunted by his past to a loving, committed partner that’s willing to sacrifice anything for you. You’ve supported him in his darkest times, showed him that he wasn’t the monster that he believed himself to be. That he deserved happiness in his life no matter the things he’s done in the past. That he was capable of love again. God, you are literally the light of his life. And in return Miguel has always accepted you as you are, provided anything you needed or wanted, has kept you safe from harm, made efforts to spend quality time with you without fail. In his mind the least he can do is give you the world.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

Miguel is pretty secure in your relationship. He knows that you’re quite attractive looking and charming and that will make anyone become interested in you, he doesn’t blame them. He puts his complete trust in you that you’ll never stray. If anything, he might be jealous when you spend time with your friends solely for the fact that they can see you freely without complications unlike him.

There was one time where Miguel saw you and Pacho Herrera dancing together at one of the Cali Gang’s parties and was a little annoyed about it. You told him Pacho was gay, he felt embarrassed after that.

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?)

Miguel Ángel is the best kisser. The way he pours all his love into one kiss, leading to a super passionate make out. How he cradles your back, holding you close in his arms as you return his affections. Or when he delicately holds your face in his hands as he presses besitos all over your face because you’re just too cute. How he knows exactly when to give you sensually slow kisses versus rough make outs during more intimate times. Oh yeah, Miguel knows what he’s doing, and he goes all in when he does.

Your first kiss was on your first date. You two had previously met at plaza parties multiple times and developed somewhat of a friendship that developed into romantic feelings as you continued talking over the phone. One day he showed up at your house near dinner time which led to having a cute dinner date. You both had been feeling strongly for each other for some time by that point. Miguel was cleaning the dishes while you were drying them, he commented on how nice the dinner was and how he loved spending time with you. You shyly expressed similar feelings. One thing led to another and he sweetly kissed you right there in your small kitchen.

L = Love Confession (How would they confess to their s/o?)

Actually, you both said ‘I love you’ at the same time. While you were dating, Miguel liked to spend the night at your house and leave for work in the morning. He wished he could spend the whole day with you and there were a few times where he did, but his busy schedule prevented it mostly. One morning while he was getting ready to leave, you hugged each other while saying your goodbyes. “Adiós, mi amor, te quiero…” It just tumbled out of your mouths with ease. Miguel was stunned for a second, as were you, but his eyes softened and he proceeded to give you the most loving kiss he could place on your soft lips.

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

Yes, Miguel wants to marry you someday. He wants to be wholly committed to you and only you, he’s a secret romantic like that but shh don’t tell anyone. One would think that Miguel would go all out for a proposal and throw a huge surprise party full of people so he can formally ask you in front of everyone but that wasn’t the case. He wanted the proposal to just be you and him. He had organized a weekend vacation for you both at a private beach in Puerto Vallarta. However, Miguel wasn’t really sure when he would pop the question during the trip. You could tell something was off about him for sure, but brushed it off as something work related. After spending the day at the beach and a fancy private dinner he still hadn’t popped the question. It wasn’t that Miguel had cold feet or anything, he really wanted to marry you, he just wanted the moment to be absolutely perfect. It wasn’t until he saw you on your hotel balcony, looking up at the stars in the beautiful night sky in your satin night gown, that he thought “Fuck it” and joined you. As he gently held your hands in his he expressed his undying love for you, how you are his other half in not only this life but in all lifetimes, thankful that you have supported him through all aspects of life, been with him through thick and thin and how he wants to spend the rest of his life by your side, if you’ll have him? The happiness you saw in his eyes as he looked up at you when you said yes is forever ingrained in your memory. And of course, the rock was huge.

N = Nicknames (What do they call their s/o?)

His favorite nickname for you is mi vida, because you are literally his life-line in this crazy world. Mi alma is another one he uses for the same sentiment. There 's also: mi tesoro, mi precioso, bebe, querido, cariño, hermosa, mi corazón, the list could go on for him.

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

Miguel thought he could hide his true feelings for you at the beginning. He’s one to deny he has any romantic feelings or thoughts until someone (Neto) sits him down and helps him face the facts. See, Miguel thought he wasn’t being obvious by always making sure he called you every day, sending you expensive yet thoughtful gifts, stopped seeing other women, and going on dates with you but it was clear as day to everyone around him that he was deeply in love from the start.

Once Miguel accepted that he wanted to spend his life by your side, everything else felt easy. It felt easy to let you into his life, to want you near him all the time, to spoil you with gifts, to take walks with you in your backyard garden, to kiss you in front of a party full of drug lords and their sicarios. It felt easy to put his all in everything he did because his love for you fueled him.

P = PDA (Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?)

It’s obvious to everyone who you are to Miguel. They don’t miss the softening of his eyes whenever he looks at you. The small smile he has on his lips as he watches you interact with others at parties. How you always show up to events with him consistently while everyone else’s plus one is paid to be there. In public, Miguel will hold your hand or the small of your back. In private though? Miguel is more comfortable being a cuddle bug. Wrapped up in each other's limbs on the couch. Hugging you from behind as you fix his cafécito for him. Swaying side to side as you dance together in the kitchen while your favorite album is playing on the stereo. Sitting on his lap in his office as you both look at his documents and strategize together. You two are on each other like velcro in private.

Q = Quirk (Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship)

Miguel loves your cooking, so much so that he can differentiate it between the household cook’s. He swears he can feel your love through the ingredients or something, you playfully swatted his shoulder for being cheesy. If he could have your cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner, he would but due to both your work schedules, he’ll just settle for dinner. But really, he prefers your cooking above anyone else’s. You’ve tried to trick him by saying the cook made conchas one morning instead of you but he figured you out. "¿Estás segura, cariño? Porque estos saben como los tuyos". And with a smug look on his face too.

R = Romance (How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

Miguel is an old school romantic. You’ll be taken out to fancy dinners, have flowers delivered to you, he’ll put his jacket across your shoulders if you mention you’re a bit cold, always makes sure he’s in between you and the road when walking down the sidewalk, opens doors for you, etc., etc. He’s a real gentleman like that. Miguel is open to hearing any new romantic ideas you have, though. Whether it’s a new restaurant you want to visit, a cute couple game you two can play in bed together (maybe it’s a fun sexy game for more intimate sessions), or a simple night in which you’re eating pizza in your pajamas, Miguel is open to your suggestions. He likes how creatively you think.

S = Support (Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?)

He is extremely supportive of you. If you have a dream of opening your own business, he’ll help you with anything you need for it, including financially. If you preferred to build your own business from the ground up without his help? No problem, he would still celebrate your accomplishments with you without fail. Miguel is not only financially supportive of you, but he is greatly emotionally supportive. He loves to hear you talk passionately about your interests, whether it be a new tv show you like or a hobby you’ve picked up recently. He’s so proud of you when you succeed in any personal goals you set for yourself.

T = Thrill (Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?)

Miguel can get stuck in his routines, especially since he is always strategizing about his cartel. But that’s where you come in. He needs someone like you to check up on him and remind him to take care of himself because when left to his own devices he’ll forget. You’re usually the one to suggest small getaways or stay at home dates, trying out new things together. Miguel likes hearing the new ideas you come up with, he thinks they’re refreshing.

U = Understanding (How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

Miguel knows you better than you know yourself, and you can say the same about him. Your relationship with each other is one of complete understanding of one another. He knows your ins and outs, you know his good and bad sides. He can take a good guess on what your opinion on a certain topic is before you can express it. You can tell from the way he stares off into space that a lot is on his mind. He can pick up when you’re having a down day and need to vent about it. One shared look between you can make giggles erupt from your chests. It’s almost scary how in sync you two are to the other cartel members. They swear you’ve achieved telepathy somehow.

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

Miguel places an extremely high importance on you and your relationship. You are his alma and his vida after all. Perhaps some of the other narcos thought that your relationship would be a fleeting romance in the beginning but they were so wrong. After spending several years together, you can honestly say your relationship with Miguel has only grown stronger. Sure the cartel is his priority, but you are the true love of his life and nothing can replace you.

W = Wild Card (A random Fluff Headcanon)

He likes picking outfits with you. When he has time during the morning he likes to ask your opinion on what suit he’ll wear that day. You joke that before he met you he only wore gray and black suits and now he has a few more colors in his wardrobe. He’ll tease that it’s because you make his life more colorful. Miguel has a pretty good idea of what clothing looks best on you, still needs to work on what colors you prefer though. Loves buying you jewelry to match your dresses and shirts. You’ve found that Miguel loves wearing the cuff-links you bought him for his birthday. It’s like he’s carrying you around with him wherever he goes, along with the necklace you gave him when you first started dating. When going to events together, he likes that you help coordinate your outfits together. Not super match-y but it’s obvious that you two are a unit. Trying on different dresses can lead to more sexual moments as well, which you both clearly enjoy.

X = XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

In your own home, yes he is exceptionally affectionate. Miguel is all up for cuddling on the couch together to watch a mindless tv show. Entangling your legs together, your head on his chest, his hand stroking up and down your back as you play with the fingers on his other hand, him pressing a soft kiss to your hair every so often. That’s heaven to him. He’s one to sneak up and wrap his arms around your waist while you’re busy cooking, his head resting on your shoulder as you ask him to taste test the caldo de res you’re making. Or the times when you’re both taking a walk in a park at night together, hand in hand, and he just brings your hand to his lips for a sweet kiss. Or when he’s driving you to a surprise destination for a mini getaway together, and he gently places his hand on your thigh, giving tender squeezes now and then to let you know he loves you.

Y = Yearning (How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?)

There’s always a level of wistfulness that Miguel experiences daily when he’s at his hotel office and you’re at work or home. He wishes you could be with him all the time, the velcro couple that you are. But he knows it’s not realistic or helpful to be near you all the time. This is why he really looks forward to going home and spending the rest of the evening and night with his favorite person in the world. He’ll call to check up on you at times if he’s really missing you that day, just to hear your voice.

The yearning is worse when he’s out of town. Then he’ll be calling you every night to ask you how your day was, sometimes he vents about the business deal he has going on, you’ll ask him to describe the city he’s in at the moment and he’ll gladly paint a picture for you with his words. Miguel will keep talking on the phone with you until you both are falling asleep while still on the line.

Z = Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

The answer is obvious at this point, yes. Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo is willing to go above and beyond for you. He always has his most trusted men watching after you for your protection, anything you need or want he’s willing to provide, if at any point you need to vent about something he’ll stop everything to sit and listen. You do a lot for him, and he knows it. His way of returning the favor so to speak is by putting his all in your relationship. Miguel knew he was a goner when he fell in love with you and he hasn’t had any regrets about it since. You are the light of his world, his favorite person, his best friend, his confidant, his vida, his alma, los latidos de su corazón, his everything.

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plentyoffandoms · 1 year

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I loved your Ramón story😍 Would love your take on something like this: female reader is going through some things and distances herself from Ramón. When she fails to show for a family breakfast meeting, he finds her drunk out of her mind and in desperate need of being taken care of🥹

Ramón Arellano Félix x f/Reader

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy. I do not speak Spanish nor I am going to try too.

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Warnings: drinking, f/Reader going through some things.

I am so happy you loved my Story. I was nervous to write for him. I hope you like this one.

Summary: f/Reader is the girlfriend of Ramón. She also has been going through some things & can't tell Ramón, so she tries to hide it. That is until she doesn't show up for a family breakfast & has Ramón panicking.

YN's POV

I could hear the phone ringing once more in the distance but I couldn't bring myself to answer it.

I knew it would be Ramón. He has been the only one who has called these last couple of days. I am only answering when I can not take the ringing anymore.

But Ramón isn't used to this from me. I practically race to the phone to answer it knowing it is him. He always makes sure to call me just to touch base.

I look forward to his calls. To hear when he will be home if he had to travel or just to make sure he is safe.

I heard my answering machine turning on and the sound of his confused voice filling the room.

"Hello my love. Just calling to let you know that I will be home tomorrow. Will be getting in late though, so I will be staying at Benjamin's but the family will be having breakfast together. Call me back, I love you."

The last part broke me. I could feel the tears streaming down my face as I played the message back before I erased it.

It was still early as I headed upstairs to my room, stopping off at the bar that Ramón insisted on putting in my home and grabbing the bottle of rum that I bought so long ago.

I didn't bother to grab a class as I just brought it to my lips and drank straight from the bottle.

My throat burning slightly as I drank. I climbed into bed and drank it all until I woke up the next day, my head pounding as I rushed to the washroom to throw up what little I had on my stomach.

I couldn't bring myself to look in the mirror as I brushed my teeth.

I went back to the kitchen, trying to find something simple to make myself when I saw the new bottle of whiskey just sitting there.

I grabbed it and placed myself on the couch to watch some of my favourite TV shows . The phone randomly ringing and it going straight to the answering machine.

The faces on the TV became more and more blurry as the day went on. I tried to just sip the whiskey but by the time the sun was setting, I was already slumped over, the TV at this point long forgotten and now just background noise.

Ramón Arellano Félix's POV:

This is the fourth time today that I have called YN and she still has not answered. I slammed the phone down and Benjamín just gave me a look, but he knew better than to ask me what was wrong.

He already knows that YN hasn't returned any of my calls and has hardly picked up the phone.

"Maybe she is out with friends. She did tell you that she was going to take this time to see them." He said to me as he looked out the window.

"Maybe." But I knew deep down that wasn't what happened. Even before I left for this business trip, YN has slowly been pulling herself away.

At first I didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to see it. Her smile didn't reach her eyes like it once did.

There was a sadness in her eyes when I looked into them, but I just pushed that feeling aside. Trying to convince myself that I was just seeing things.

But that night as I slept in what I considered my room at Benjamín's, I could only dream of YN telling me that she wanted to leave me.

I hardly slept but the few hours I didn't help me at all. It didn't help my nerves and as I got up and ready for the day, I thought about calling YN once more but even I knew she wouldn't pick up the phone.

I took my spot at the table and waited for YN to show up. Dina kept looking at her watch and I was looking at the massive clock that was above the fireplace.

Benjamín cleared his throat. "We can not wait anymore Ramon. We must start." I sighed and gestured for him to start this meeting, all the time wondering where the hell was YN?

Once the meeting was over, I practically flew out of the house and to my car. I ran every stop light and stop sign it felt like as I drove to YN's home, my home.

I slammed the car door shut and ran into the house, my gun in my hand ready to shoot anyone if I need too.

But the house was silent except for the sound of the TV that was on in the livingroom. I called her name and waited for her to answer.

Nothing.

I called it twice more and started to panic even more now, that was until I heard the groaning coming from the livingroom.

I walked towards the room quietly having no idea what the hell I was walking into.

What I actually walked into I have seen dozens of time with other people, but seeing my girl laying on the couch, with what looks like an empty whiskey bottle on floor.

"Ramón?"

"Yes baby." I took a few steps towards her and she looked up at me.

YN went to say something but then she puked all over herself and the carpeted floor.

"Of fuck." She said as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Come on baby, let's go take a nice bath and get you cleaned up."

"But I gotta clean this up." She slurred out. I took her hands in mine, not caring at this point about the smell.

"I will have someone come in and take care of it." I walked the usual trail to our bedroom with the massive tub.

I helped YN take off her her clothes and put her in the shower first to clean her off. Once I was happy that she didn't smell like puke anymore, I ran us a bath with her favourite soap.

As that was filling, I called in the cleaning crew I normally use for when we throw parties to come and clean up the mess.

I sent Kitty out for food and her favourite coffee and now the two of us are relaxing in the tube.

"You had me worried baby." I said to her as I kissed that spot behind her ears that has her sighing.

"I know Ramón." YN was still drunk, but not as bad as when I found her.

"Want to tell me what is going on?"

"No...not yet."

I wanted to shake her. To force her to tell me what is going on but I can't be him with her. I had to be her Ramón.

There was a knock on the bathroom door and Kitty walked in when I gave the all clear. He placed the food and drink on the small table he brought in with him and quickly left.

"Here eat. Get something on that stomach of yours." I said to YN.

The two of us ate in silence for a few minutes.

"Ramón?"

"Yes love."

"Thank you for just being here."

I kissed her temple and muttered, "I am here for you. I love you."

"I love you too Ramón."

#narcos mx #ramon narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico #narcos: mexico #ramon arellano félix x female reader #ramon arellano felix imagine #ramon narcos mexico #ramon arellano felix #ramón arellano félix #ramón felix fic #female reader #reader imagine #reader insert #narcos mexico x reader #narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico x you #narcos mexico x y/n #narcos mexico x female reader

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helpyourself-9 · 1 month

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Yandere Benjamín Arellano Félix Headcanons (Romantic)

“🔫- nini: Hi guys, I don’t really see many people writing for the hot men in this show and it breaks my heart, so I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands.

“tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, guns, and mentions of murder.

“🔫pairing: yandere!benjamin arellano felix x fem!reader

You and Benjamin have known each other pretty much your guys entire life, growing up with each other and being there for each other through thick and thin.

How can Benjamin not fall in love with you, the person who has been by his and his family side when things get hard but you’ve also been there for all the good times and you just adore and love these people you call family.

With that it comes to show how much you mean to Benjamin, to him you and his family are the only light in his dark world.

When Benjamin realizes his obsession for you which not surprisingly takes a while for him to realize because of how busy he is with the business.

He just has to ask you out that second he just can’t stand not having you to him self any longer.

Imagine the reactions of the Arellano family when they find out that Benjamin FINALLY asked you out.

I can imagine Ramon hitting Benjamin on his shoulder with a big ass smile and telling him “por fin wey”

They truly can not be happier for Benjamin, in their eyes you are the perfect person for him

With that being said Benjamin would be so overprotective when it comes to his amor :(

He has a lot of enemies but he and his family run Tijuana so nothing gets done without him and his family knowing

Back to the him having alot of enemies with him knowing that it makes him paranoid as hell, knowing that you can get hurt or get stolen away from him makes him almost go insane

God help anyone that even says or tries and do something to you, him and his family would go to war for you because they see how much Benjamin loves you :( and they love you too

He’s a family man and he wants to make you his wife as fast as possible but if you want to wait for a bit then he’ll wait for you

Imagine y’all’s wedding 🥹 I’m getting soft just the looks of pure love that he’s giving you

Him telling you “te amo” every second in a soft voice and just being in awe for how beautiful you look

Once everyone knows that you’re his wife he’ll get even more protective of you like he’ll have his most trusted and loyal guards surrounding you always

Also please tell him if your going out he doesn’t have to happy on where your going he just has to know where you are 24/7

Makes him have some sense of control and balance in his chaotic world you’re his mujer, the future mother of his children he needs you to be safe

#narcos mexico #narcos #narcos mx #narcos mexico x reader #narcos mexico imagine #yandare

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feyre-darling92 · 1 year

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Imagine Miguel never having a chance to see snow (i’m not sure if it’s canonically accurate, but it could be) in the past so reader brings him to? sobbing crying screamin

I love this. Hope you like it!

Word Count: 414

T/W: Nothing really, except the bad writing

Also I don't know spanish (I am currently learning from Duolingo with great succes) so let's just pretend that the characters are speaking in spanish

"Mi vida, can you tell me again why we came all the way here?" Miguel asked as you got out of the car.

"Because you needed some rest" you repeated for the fifth time that day and wrapped your coat tightly around you, "Besides, in two days it's Christmas!"

He smiled at your excitement, if you were happy he was happy too.

"What I mean" he wrapped a hand around your waist and brought you closer, "is that we could've stayed home"

"If we stayed home you'd get easily distracted by your work," you said and added after a few seconds, "I also have a surprise for you"

He raised his eyebrows in question, trying to think what could it possibly be.

"You didn't have to" he kissed the crown of your head.

If he adored one thing about you that was that you never saw him as the monster he was. That you were always by his side, no matter what, and that you cared about him.

He was lucky to be by your side.

"I had to. Now, let's go for a walk in the town"

You guided him to your favorite places in the town you grew up in and when the weather became too cold for you to stay outside you returned to your hotel room.

The next morning, he woke up by you gently running your hand through his hair.

"Goodmorning, handsome"

"Good morning" he leaned forward and kissed you.

"Look outside" you smiled and waited for his reaction.

Confused and curious he got up and moved the curtain so he could see. "Y/N, that's-" he turned to you

"Surprise!" you got up and stood next to him both looking at the snowy scenery in front of you. "I remembered that night you told me you'd never seen snow so I thought it would be a nice idea to-"

"You're amazing" he cut you off by kissing you, "Thank you. For everything"

"No, thank you" you brought your hand to his cheek and traced a finger down, "Why don't we go outside to enjoy the day?"

He agreed and you both went outside, and you watched him as he took some snow in his bare hands.

You smiled but couldn't help yourself gathering some snow and shaping it into a snowball. You locked your target and threw it, the snowball immediately hitting him on the back.

He turned to you, "Don't start a fight you know you'll lose, cariño"

#ask response #miguel angel felix gallardo x reader #narcos mexico x reader #feyre-darling92 #feyre darling92 #fanfiction

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dvesinthewind · 2 years

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Phases | Enedina Arellano Félix

As Enedina's right-hand woman, you've seen it all. You've been by her side for many milestones and memories, including the murder of her recent husband. As you remain by the Arellano sister's side while she heals, a new kind of milestone enters the picture.

warnings: murder, loss of a loved one, language, mentions of drug use, smoking, compulsory heterosexuality, angst with a happy ending, wlw relationship, also, most of my wlw fics are about the reader struggling with their identity... cue self-projection, but if internalized homophobia is triggering for u please proceed with caution, alcohol consumption, mentions of religion, timeline is off, spoilers, stages of grief

a/n: WC 4.3k mayra hermosillo!enedina, not the irl one. forgive me, spanish is my second language so I did the best I could with my brain & resources. if anything is incorrect don't hesitate to msg me.

In life, you believed everyone needed someone like Enedina- a ride-or-die type partner that stuck alongside you for life. In your younger years, you feared never having the chance to attain a girl best friend. You dreamt about having someone in your life for the long run, a strong woman to share your life with-- the good, bad, and the ugly. As you grew older, you began to learn what you derived from all this; perhaps it wasn't a friend you were searching for after all.

But in Enedina, friendship was far from what she offered to you. The brunette became as close as she could be to a blood relative. You spent every waking moment in the Arellano Félix household to the point where the guest bedroom just a few feet from Enedina's became your bedroom. The family business wasn't a secret to you either, in fact, Benjamín suggested letting you in on accounting and filing paperwork if you wanted to. That alone was shocking, considering the distance Benjamín placed between himself and outsiders.

It was easy for newspapers to demonize the people you called family, but to live amongst them, smile beside them in polaroid pictures that ended up framed among the walls, and eat at the same dinner table, it was easy for you to see past it.

But, you couldn't see past how in love Enedina was with Claudio.

Initially, somewhere deep in your selfishness lay a striking pain, perhaps now you'd admit it was jealousy. When Enedina broke the news with crinkled brown eyes and a bright smile, you felt guilty for being jealous. Exactly what were you envious of? After attempting to give your best congratulations, you hid behind a champagne glass and slipped away to the nearest bathroom as soon as you could. You felt exposed under the natural sunlight and studied yourself closely in the mirror to be sure your skin didn't actually turn green. Enedina was observant, and you wouldn't allow your nasty habit of being over-expressive to fly above her radar. She had done so much for you, the least you could do was be happy for her.

Naturally, she had you assisting in wedding planning. Any moment you could, you attempted to claim to have paperwork to file, but Enedina didn't take no for an answer and would threaten to have Barrón throw you over his shoulder if he had to. You knew exactly what your issue was, but confessing to it was entirely different. To sacrifice the relationship you had built with not only Enedina, but her siblings and even the participating guards and Junior Narcos, was foolish, especially right before one of the most important days of her life. So, you did the best you could. You gave real, honest advice. You set up meetings with florists and made appointments to explore venues, and pick a church for the engaged couple. Occasionally, Claudio would tag along, and you would sit idly on the opposite side of the restaurant booth during lunches as Enedina laughed like he was the funniest thing on earth.

Once again, you hid your bitterness behind whatever you were drinking and silently wished the contents were a little bit stronger.

On Enedina's wedding day, a pesky headache was lingering from the moment you woke up. You carefully caressed your temples in an attempt to soothe them and quickly cursed God for the ridiculous irony. Today could be the worst day of your life, but it needed to be the best day of Enedina's. As la dama de honor, the bride chose something slightly different for you than what the other bridesmaids were clad in. Your dress was hardly as flashy and vibrant as 80s fashion tended to be, and opted for a more subtle pink shade in comparison to her sisters. Your hair was swept up neatly, and you felt the cool breeze stroke your neck as you strutted towards the room Enedina resided in. You graciously let yourself in with a set of soft knocks against the wooden door.

The room was largely sized, but seemingly empty save for the beautiful bride that sat quietly at the vanity. Her dress spoke volumes-- extravagant and perfectly, purely white, soaking up any sound bouncing off the interior walls. Perhaps the rustle of your dress, or the careful footsteps of your small heels approaching, calmly brought her attention to you, and a wide smile overtook her features.

"Te ves hermosa," you spoke carefully as if the words weren't meant to be spoken at all. The simple statement sucked the air right from your lungs, and the glitter upon her eyelids nearly left you blind. [You look beautiful.]

She smiles, almost shyly, and you gesture for her to give you a spin. The wedding dress has a mind of its own, and rocks along her body as she slowly turns. You swallow harshly. "Estás nerviosa? La salida está clara en caso de que quieras huir." A grin creeps along your face. It's easy to hide the truth behind a joke. [Are you nervous? The exit is clear in case you want to flee.]

Enedina laughs wholeheartedly and raises a brow. You've never seen her so happy. It's a shame you're hiding such a dirty secret from your best friend. "Es casi como si quisieras que corriera." [It's almost as if you want me to run.]

With that, you take a moment to answer-- at first not sure if you will. You pull a cigarette from your handbag, flick the lighter, and glance over to the clock hanging on the wallpaper. Enedina looks curiously at your frame and notices your posture. You appear in thought. Before she can speak, you slowly approach her and give her a cigarette of her own. As the butt grows vibrant in a cherry ember, the soon-to-be bride inhales a shaky breath of tobacco. "Sólo deseo que seas feliz," you state slowly, inhaling a drag for a moment before continuing, "Como sea que se vea". [I only wish for you to be happy. Whatever that looks like.]

You leave shortly after the rush of bridesmaids come in to let Enedina know it's time. She had opened her mouth to respond to you, but her sisters and friends didn't allow her to. She was swallowed up whole by her wedding party in an awry of compliments and awe. The sound of gasps and squeals was the last thing you heard as you quietly closed the door behind you, and stepped into the grand hallway with audible clacks.

When the ceremony started, you walked before the bridesmaids with a hand-selected bouquet within your manicured grasp, and your opposite arm clutching del padrino. With the cue of classical music, all eyes in the venue turned to watch as each of you slowly progressed down the aisle in practically methodical steps. With each set of eyes upon you, the pit of your stomach grew. Your eyes searched for familiar faces, catching Ramón's as he offered an encouraging smile. Perhaps Enedina hadn't seen his outfit quite yet, you'd thought. You gave him a smirk, gesturing towards the fur coat as he sneakily flipped you off. By the time you had reached the end of the aisle, Claudio had remained just a few feet before you, hands clasped in front of himself. You shared a look of understanding, a polite smile even, and departed from the man you had walked with as you went to your respective placements.

This isn't to be portrayed as a rivalry between you and Claudio, though. It was simply tolerance. You were sure Claudio didn't mind you at all, perhaps he was even fond of you. You didn't mind him either, it was just the fact you had wished today was your wedding day. And not in the circumstance where Enedina wouldn't be getting married, but where she would be marrying you instead. Incredibly selfish, and even unrealistic, you knew.

You regained social awareness when the tempo changed and the top of Enedina's hairdo was seen amongst the crowd. A proud smile was offered to her guests, all hundreds of them. Enedina caught your eye as you winked at her, tears carefully brimming your waterline. You admired Enedina, as she admired Claudio.

Once the ceremony was over, you were all hauled into a limousine and rushed over to the reception where bottomless margaritas were offered, and you couldn't resist. Enedina cheerfully danced with her bridesmaids and her new husband, and even managed to get you out there halfway through "Como la Flor". For the most part, the night did remain celebratory-- despite Ramón nearly dragging Rayo by his hair and out to the parking lot where he likely met his fate. In the crowd, were numerous politicians, lawyers, colleagues of Claudio's, and even men you assumed the Arellano's must've screwed over judging by the sour looks embedded on their faces. Even if this was Enedina's wedding, it was still something akin to a political campaign. Any given moment was used to protect and further glamorize their image. You'd watch the Junior Narcos follow the fur-clad Arellano with little resilience. You'd see Kitty fumble with his newly bloodied knuckles and stalk off to the nearest bathroom where he'd rinse the evidence right off. But then there was Enedina as she did her 'rounds, traveling to each table to offer agradecimiento. The guests would ask her to show off her gown and she would, just like she had hours ago for you in her secluded dressing room. You hadn't given much thought to getting married, but maybe it was time you did so. Enedina had since tied the knot, and perhaps it was a sign you needed to move on. For real this time.

You were sure they would set you up with a man-- likely involved in the business, who they were fond of, and who made them a lot of money. You pictured yourself playing house for a man you never loved, but pretended to for your own sake, and maybe even the Arellano's. The thought alone made you sick to your stomach, but you couldn't overstay your welcome forever.

The night after the wedding, the ongoing feud with the Sinoloan cartel reached a peak. Just hours before, Enedina encouraged her husband to attend Christine with the rest of the guys. He tagged along, much to his dismay, and seemingly wouldn't make it home that night.

This was unbeknownst to all of you. Initially, Enedina had gotten a phone call from a frantic Benjamín about a shooting at the nightclub. He didn't disclose much information over the phone and had purposely not mentioned the death of her new husband that remained in the hands of El Chapo. It wasn't until you were hauled into the cars with packed suitcases and adrenaline rushing through your veins did you notice someone was missing. More than just someone, Claudio wasn't present. You sat beside Ramón in the very back seat, as your tired head lay on his shoulder, and Dina wept. None of you could console her with words, so you made comfort in the silence.

She slept beside you that night, curled into a ball, and pressed against your chest. She had shut her brothers out, refusing to hear the condolences and promises she knew you wouldn't offer her. You just remained silent. She cried for hours, sobbed until there were no tears left, and peacefully drifted off to sleep like a child exhausted from a tantrum. An intense form of rage bubbled in your chest and nagged at the strings of your heart as it ached. Ramón could promise whatever he'd like, but until Chapo's head was resting on a stake, you couldn't rest. You knew you couldn't. But it wasn't up to you, and as of now, your new responsibility was to heal Dina-- just like she had done for you. Her frame was still, save for the rise and fall of her chest, and her eyes swollen from crying. You were to pick up the pieces the way you knew how to attempt to fix what's been broken. That, you could manage.

After Claudio's death, Enedina is expectedly not her usual self. She allows Benjamín and Ramón to deal with the narco business and gives herself some time to disappear. She gets noticeably thinner, skips family meals, and stares at you blankly when you ask her when she last ate was. Her eyes lose a lot of life. It's a drastic comparison to her wedding day when her eyes had shined brighter than you had ever seen them do so before. There's an increase in the darkness underneath her eyes as well as if she isn't sleeping. But she's spending most of her nights restlessly tossing and turning, while she's unconscious during the daytime. She will periodically take walks around the grounds, but get lightheaded from dehydration to the point where she returns quicker than she left. She ignores the plates you leave on her bureau or bedside table, and you consider having Barrón and Kitty strap her down so you can force feed her.

Benjamín looks to you with great concern, and you feel a rising pressure on your shoulders. If you're unable to fix Enedina, who will? As the months grow, and the Arellano sister remains quiet, you fear she'll never be the same again. You imagine what it would be like to lose your spouse the day after your wedding day, the day after you'd been on cloud nine. Though Enedina might never be the same, you can attempt to help her create a new normal.

Everyone has experience with grief, but your lack of understanding creates a barrier between you and Enedina that's unwilling to fall. You decide to somewhat invade her space, and instead of allowing her to spend her days constantly holed up in her master bedroom, you lock yourself in with her. She's reluctant, which is evident, but eventually, she finds a way to move around you.

Just a few feet into Enedina's room is one of the only balconies in the entire mansion. You suspected that was why she had picked the room, to begin with. Her bedroom was sort of secluded from the rest of the house-- technically yours was as well. It was a safety thing, not having many windows, but Enedina didn't care much. She was a nature enthusiast, just like you were, and prioritized being able to see the sunrise and hear the birds chirp even if it meant putting herself at risk.

That same balcony was shaded by the curtains now, refusing any sunlight from pouring into her room.

You started by pulling the curtains back, Enedina hissing in response, and opened up the balcony doors to provide both light and air to the dark room. You had two comfortable chairs put onto the patio where you decided the two of you would share meals from then on. At least this way you could be sure she was eating.

It was a strange feeling. You felt a great sense of responsibility, a desire even, one you hadn't felt before. The urge to not fix, but aid her on her journey came from the absolute depths of your heart and the overwhelming truth of love. You realized you would have never done this for anyone else.

Surely, she starts healing. The progress is slow, but you notice it. You know Enedina like the back of your hand.

She stops holding you at arm's length and starts embracing you completely. She lets you play music on her radio and even allows you to pull her from her seated position and up to dance along to the chorus. She smiles more often, and it pulls directly at your heartstrings. Dina makes herself present at family dinner for the first time, and Benjamín thanks you graciously with his eyes, though he doesn't need to. Your time comes with no cost, no expectation of something in return.

The stages of grief have seemingly treated her well, bringing her to a state of somewhat acceptance. Of course, she has her moments of sadness, but they are no longer prolonged. When she dreams of Claudio, they are no longer nightmares, but a blissful remembrance of a life she was once able to share with him.

One night, when you're reading underneath the golden lamp shade in your respective bedroom, a few soft knocks caress your door. You mark your page quickly, and pull a silk robe over your shoulders before calling out, "¡Pasa!" [Come in!]

A head full of soft, brown locks peeks in carefully before the rest of her body, and Enedina smiles cheekily while holding up two bottles of red wine and two glasses. One for each of you. Your lips stretch at the sight. She's clad in her own silk nightgown that leaves little for imagination. You swallow that thought down harshly before mentally cursing your immaturity, and rush to pat the empty spot next to you on the bed.

She makes herself comfortable, and it reminds you of the sleepovers you used to have in each other's bedrooms many years ago when you had just moved in. A sight for a pair of sore eyes that indulge in nostalgia often, much like your own. The room is quiet, save for the sound of wine being poured into your glasses. Enedina leans back into the bed frame and takes a generous sip.

"Que parece uno de mis camisones." Dina breaks the silence, and gestures toward your silhouette with a manicured fingernail. It probably was, you were never a nightgown girl before meeting Enedina. "Se te ve bien." [That looks like one of my nightgowns. It looks good on you.]

"Tienes buen gusto," you smiled. Despite the fact that Enedina had come to you that night, you still felt partially guilty for not allowing her to have personal space. You knew if she wanted to leave she would have. A part of you just wanted to make sure you hadn't overstepped. "Espero que no estés cansada de mí." [You have good taste. I hope you aren't tired of me.]

Enedina's face scrunches in bemusement. Though you've picked your words carefully, she doesn't seem to be doing the same. She was never one to hold back. "Nunca podría estar cansada de ti," she states truthfully. [I could never be tired of you.]

You thought you hadn't ingested much alcohol, that it wasn't affecting you much. Perhaps Enedina meant what she was saying, but perhaps she was still grieving over her dead husband. She could've been lonely and desperate. It was unfair to think the way you were thinking. But as she leaned further into your space, you didn't rush to push her away. As her eyes flickered between your eyes and then not-so-subtly to your lips, you didn't protest. When her big, brown eyes softly closed and you watched her lashes caress her skin, you placed a hand on her cheek. As the softness of her lips grew closer to yours, a flame erupted in your abdomen. It was selfish. You were a glutton, and could feel greed being added to the list of your sins. As if Enedina was the sole key to heaven, you desperately pursued, defying all humanity and perhaps any morality you had developed over the years. It was so wrong, but it had felt righteous.

That was when you pulled away.

You kept her face tenderly within your grip still, as her eyes screwed open in what resembled impatience. You tilted her chin so she could see the sincerity in your lustful eyes. "Por mucho que te quiera, no está correcto," you spoke gently, enunciating each word like you were mostly trying to convince yourself. Was it not right because she was still grieving? Was it because she wasn't entirely sober? Or was it because she was another woman, and in your soul, you felt as if that couldn't be right? You weren't sure. [As much as I want you, it isn't right.]

Enedina relaxes from your grasp, settling back into her original position against the bed frame. Her posture still tilts towards you, and she remains comfortable, but somewhat defeated. Her features don't express anything akin to anger, perhaps she came to her senses about what would become. Regardless, she puts her wine glass onto your bedside table and fluffs a pillow underneath her head. You mirror her actions.

You're both laying down underneath the comforter, and you turn off your lamp to fully engulf yourselves in darkness. A few minutes pass, and Enedina seems determined to be sleeping in your bed tonight. Within the silence, you make no effort to whisper. The words are still lowly kept as you speak, "¿estás bien?" [Are you alright?]

"Seré," she replies and knows you aren't just talking about the moment previously shared. [I will be.]

As you slowly stirred into consciousness, the lack of radiating body heat from the woman there just hours prior had simmered away, leaving you puzzled and slightly disappointed. The bed sheets were cold to the touch, and the mattress no longer sunken in to engulf the curvature of her body while she rested. At one point of the night, Enedina buried herself into the snugness of your collarbone, and if you hadn't been so lucky to wake up just momentarily during the night, perhaps you wouldn't have ever known. You had relished in that moment for around a half hour, listening to the sound of Enedina's lungs coaxing air in and out of her body through her nose. Her chest rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern--not that you could see it, but feel it as it collided with yours. If you slowed your breath down just enough, you could focus on the steady beats of her heart as it thumped, as if each beat was an attempt to reach closer to yours.

Benjamín tells you she isn't at home and hasn't been for hours, that she's at the warehouse. That's exactly where you go. The warehouse wasn't a typical visit for you, but you needed to see Enedina urgently, almost like your life depended on it.

On the ride there you convince yourself the way you felt wasn't a crime, that it was normal for her to appeal to you that way, that Enedina offered you something no one else had; security.

Your feet find a rhythm on the cement floor and you're suddenly speed walking to your destination. You wonder if she can hear the clacks of your footsteps over all of the noise, or perhaps the anxious hitch in your breath as you reach the office door. Regardless, you twist the knob and let yourself in.

The brunette sits quietly at the desk, her head still indulged in the paperwork. There's a subtle furrow between her brows, and she rests a cheek on one manicured hand. You wait just a moment, before slipping into a seat that's been placed in front of her. Enedina's ambitiousness was admirable, but it's unclear whether your presence wasn't totally welcome, or if she had yet to recognize it was you. Judging by the perfume you had sprayed onto yourself, it unfortunately might've been the latter.

"¿Prefieres que yo vaya?" You asked, hesitance glazing the question as it enters the air. [Do you prefer that I go?]

Dina picks her head up rapidly, and a softness caresses the prior crease on her forehead. It was possible she really hadn't noticed who had sat down, or that anyone had at all. She shakes her head. "Me alegro de que estés aquí, pero no lo supongo." [I'm glad you're here, but I didn't expect it.]

"Cuando me desperté esta mañana no estabas conmigo." [When I woke up this morning you weren't with me.]

She scans your expression, and then her eyes drop down to the arms crossed over your chest. As if finding your confrontation humorous, she gestures towards the thick pile of paperwork and offers a coy smile. It actually did feel much better to see Enedina working after months of refusing to even step foot out of the house, let alone back into the business that caused her so much pain to begin with. "Lo siento, pero estoy contigo ahora, no?" [I'm sorry, but I'm with you now, aren't I?]

"Claro, excepto podrías estar en cama conmigo en su lugar," you shrugged. Enedina's eyebrows raised in surprise as you continued, "supongo que prefieres trabajar que pasar el tiempo libremente en casa." [Sure, except you could be in bed with me instead. I guess you prefer to work than pass time freely at home.]

The brunette smiles playfully, and you nearly forget this is the first time you've spoken like this to one another. Toying with Enedina is as natural as it comes. She reaches for your hand across the table, which you willingly give, and with one squeeze she promises to wrap up soon. She's yours for the rest of the evening, and once again spends the night in your bedroom. This time, Enedina falls asleep in your arms, and as you slowly gain consciousness the next morning, the utter warmth of her skin is hard to miss. She reads peacefully with her head resting on your shoulder, the bookmark tucked into your last read page marking as a finish line for her to catch up with. She tilts her head back, mumbling a buenos días, and you're quick to press your lips delicately onto hers. That was certainly neither your first nor last initiation of non-verbal commitment to Enedina. With every moment spent, and every action done on behalf of the well-being of your lover, an expertise of patience is mastered. You'd never considered yourself a rather tolerant person, but in terms of Enedina, there are no boundaries. It seems that with each revelation brings a new vulnerability beyond emotional; areas of skin you had yet to explore, and the way her hair looked when worn down or ruffled during slumber. Regardless of whatever phase Enedina entered, you mentally swore to continue to remain as loyal as you had been, relying on fate to bring her back to you.

#narcos mexico x reader #narcos mexico imagine #enedina arellano félix x f!reader #enedina arellano félix x reader #narcos mexico #dvesinthewind #enedina arellano félix #mayra hermosillo #narcos fanfiction

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namorslutfanfiction · 1 year

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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.

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deathspartner · 1 year

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Tenoch Huerta is a NASTY man (in a good way) so I expect to see all them NASTY fics on my desk come Monday Morning 🤨

y’all got the interviews! go!

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cositapreciosa · 11 months

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can you maybe write for kitty where he meets a girl thats similar to him personality wise?? and he falls in love w her immediately and stuff

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Arturo '' Kitty '' Paez x female!reader (strong language, toxic relationship (not with kitty) mentions of cheating (not kitty/not you), spanish female pet names, you’re wearing heels/a dress, the usual for the show), 3215 words

a/n : @hausofmamadas once again saving the day with the Kitty gifs, amen 🙏🏻+ thank u my Kitty ride or die for pulling this one out of me @narcolini <33

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

‘’ You’re a fucking bitch, is what you are! ‘’

Between the loud music from inside and the half-open backyard door, Kitty is surprised when your voice reaches his ears. He can see you on the other side of the pool, been watching you like a hawk for a while now, sunglasses down his nose as you push around that boyfriend of yours. Palms on his chest, lips curling with every word that comes out of your mouth. Diego has always been too weak for someone like you, he has no spine, no guts. He didn’t like him. Arturo had decided that a while back, when you first started to bring him around at the house parties, at Roxanne’s.

Arturo doesn’t know you that well. He knows what Ramón tells him, when he finally gets tired of hearing him beg and whine about it, that is how he knows you would ‘eat him up and chew him out’ if he dared approach. Maybe that is why he never did. A friend of a friend, of a friend. He had always listened to Ramón and stayed back, simply because having to work hard for it is something he never liked doing. You could have anyone wrapped around your finger, as long as they were up to your standards. It is a shame, really, that he never made a move. Especially when he can see the fire in your eyes and how it matches his perfectly. Especially when he knows what kind of pendejo actually made it past your walls when he couldn’t.

You are screaming again, hands frantically pushing strands of hair behind your ears. He knows that he shouldn’t be spying on you like this, pretending to go out to light up his joint when he knows doing it inside is allowed. His hand wraps around the handle to push the rest of the door open, taking in the fresh air from the night. The music from inside is still loud even with the door closed, not one of you turning to acknowledge him.

The water reflects light on your legs, on that sparkly dress you are wearing tonight. Short, flamboyant, stunning. Arturo lights his smoke, watching your boyfriend screaming back this time, his finger pointing and piercing the skin of your chest with each word. He can see the disbelief on your face from here, the audacity of the man.

‘’ If it was such a problem, maybe you should have taken your cojones, Diego, and told me yourself, instead of going around and fucking about! ‘’

‘’ Fucking about? You’re the one walking around looking like a whore. ‘’

This one stings, deep in his bone, piercing his chest. All the way over here, he feels angry for you, cheeks hot and red burning his face. You don’t answer back after this, stunned or embarrassed, he can’t tell. He does see how flushed your chest is, how your jaw sets, tense with unspoken words. This is it. The last straw. He won’t allow Diego to insult you any further.

He calls out your name as he walks closer to the side of the pool, it’s more like a statement than a question, a greeting. I’m here, you’re good.

‘’ You’re all good here, mami? ‘’

He knows you heard him, even though you don’t turn to acknowledge him. He is surprised that your boyfriend does, scoffing as he looks him up and down. He is audacious, Arturo has to give him that. Does he think he’s safe in this house? Doesn’t he know who your friends are, who’s been paying for his drinks since he got here? Diego’s finger is pointing at him now, laugh dry and mocking. As if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

‘’ Him? ‘’ he says, ‘’ Him? ‘’

Arturo knows what he is implying, as if Diego wasn’t the one that was in the wrong, the one that had been fucking half the town behind your back. They had their suspicions in the beginning when you had started to run out of reasons for him not showing up to gatherings and birthdays. He knew he was right when Ramón told him you had given them five dollars for gas money and a few dozen eggs to throw at Diego’s apartment. He couldn’t believe it when he saw you with him the following week, acting as if nothing had happened.

Arturo’s attention turns back to you when you don’t answer, don’t bite into it like he thought you would. He can take a better look at you now that he is closer, inches away from the ledge. He sees the tears dancing on your lash line, your nails digging inside your palms, and he decides he hates it. He hates him. It must be horrible really, giving so much to someone so pathetic, having your words twisted back against you.

He tries to ignore how much Diego’s finger pointed at him bothers him. It is like a stab in the chest, a provocation, like he is making it personal. In a way, it is, he made sure of it the second he decided to belittle you like this in front of him. The thoughts of gripping his hand in his, crushing his joints- He blinks once, twice to shake the images out, and then he says your name again, an invitation now. Let’s leave this. Leave him.

‘’ You should leave. ‘’

Both sets of eyes turn to you as you speak up. Finally, he thinks. You are not asking, you are demanding, telling Diego his time here is over. Diego’s eyes twitch between you and Arturo’s side of the pool, he has to know he will lose if he tries to fight him. From the look of it, he is most likely smaller than him, unarmed. Arturo knows he only hangs out with them for the coke, maybe the small possibility of being one of them too, and then having you back in his bed after the parties. It breaks his heart to know you didn’t catch on to his bullshit before tonight. It is hot in his chest, a deep burn he can’t shake off, maybe it is jealousy.

Diego turns to you, as if your words meant nothing, like you didn’t just ask him to leave. His hand wrapping around your forearm as if you would follow him. The pool is the only thing keeping Arturo from jumping in between you two and sliding his hands around his throat.

‘’ Come on, let’s do this somewhere else. ‘’

‘’ Don’t touch me, Diego- ‘’

He can’t stand it, having to watch this asshole pretend he is still the one in control. Your upper arm is white from Diego’s grip and he can’t help how fast his hand goes to his back, feeling the gun tucked in his waistband with his fingertips. A reassurance that he could end this, here, right now. He will shoot him, he doesn’t care, five times if needed, as many times it would take for this idiot not to have a face anymore.

‘’ Are we gonna have a problem here? ‘’

He doesn’t stutter. It is a warning, his first and final one, spoken clearly in the open space between them.

‘’ Shut the fuck up, pendejo, can’t you read a room?! ‘’

‘’ Kitty… ‘’

You finally catch his eyes across the pool. Your voice is a warning, almost scolding him like a child, telling him to let you handle it, that you can take care of this. Can you? Should you? He notices the sparkles on your eyelids, the same color as your dress, the dried tears on your cheeks. He can’t be stopped, he doesn’t want to, he is too invested in this. Pendejo. Arturo doesn’t remember when he started moving, following the tiles around the ledge, opting to close his fists and take care of this naturally instead. If Diego wanted to play the tough guy, he would show him what it looked like.

He is halfway around the pool when you start moving, twisting in your heels. You grab Diego by the hair, using the momentum and his hold on your arm to push him into the pool. He is taken aback for a moment, stopping dead in his tracks, scared Diego’s grip on your arm will bring you into the water with him. But it doesn’t and you are tiptoeing around the edge, hands in the air, unmoving, like you just dropped something you shouldn’t have.

You yelp when the water splashes back on you, the bottom of your dress, your shoes. It shakes you out of it and you step back from the puddle of water at your feet. When Diego surfaces out from the deep, he is heaving, breathing through his nose, paddling around with both arms. A well-deserved swim, if he could say so himself, but Arturo is not even looking at him. He doesn’t matter, you do, and he only has eyes for you. He is not sure what to do now, he is surely not going to jump in the pool to finish this, who knows what chlorine would do to his Ralph Lauren shirt.

‘’ You’re a fucking bitch, Diego. ‘’

You laugh and it is music to his ears, loud, genuine. You are waving your hands around like you can’t believe this, free at last.

‘’ Stay the fuck away from me from now on, or he’ll shoot you. ‘’

You are pointing at him now, passing the eventual dirty work to him. Arturo knows you have never held a gun in your life, how you can barely accept those that are tucked in your friends’ jeans, but he would do it if you asked him, in a heartbeat, no questions needed. You push at the water on your thighs, probably wishing it would take the chemicals and the water out of the fabric. You turn to him, head thrown back, fists closed, like a child.

‘’ Look what he did to my shoes, Arturo. ‘’

You are whining and he is trying to pretend that his name coming out of your mouth didn’t make his knees buckle for a second. Eat him up and chew him out. You turn back to Diego.

‘’ They’re Versace you fucking bitch. ‘’

Your voice quivers on the last word, a small crack in an otherwise strong façade. Arturo’s hand moves from behind his shirt, leaving the comfort of the handle of metal at his back, motioning for you to come over. It is too cold tonight for you to stand outside, legs out for days, and a drenched skirt stuck to your thighs.

‘’ I’ll buy you new ones, mami. Let’s move before the fish comes out of his tank, yeah? ‘’

He is trying to be funny, but he can hear you sniff, see your hand raise from your side to wipe at your nose. He can understand how it’s too much, too fast now, adrenaline coming down, the cold seeping in.

When you turn his way and brush past him, his first instinct is to try and grab you, to be able to drape a warm arm around your shoulders, protect you when Diego couldn’t. It hurts him when you duck from his grasp, continuing your way to the door, but he swallows it and pushes down whatever angry, sad feeling is bubbling up in his throat. He chooses to follow you inside, follow what his guts tell him, and not take any of this personally. Easier said than done, but Arturo decides to focus on the sound of your heels against the tiles instead, to breathe in your perfume when he skips before you so he can open the sliding door for you.

You make a line for the kitchen and he is thankful no one stops you to ask what happened. Arturo follows your step, tall and burning behind you. You are holding back your tears, he can tell. He doesn’t know why he feels like he has to make sure you are alright. Diego might be an ass, but he wouldn’t dare enter the sharks’ enclosure after that. If this was his house, he would turn around and drown the fucker with his own hands. Nothing he hasn’t done before.

‘’ I’m not crying. ‘’

It’s the first thing you tell him when you enter the kitchen with him, your new shadow, still hot on your heel. You are, and it’s okay, he understands, right? You are alone in the room, just you, him, the marble countertop between you as you turn and pace. You are rummaging through shelves, one hand whipping at your cheek while the other chooses a glass.

‘’ It’s not- this isn’t because of him. I’m not crying- ‘’

A sob leaves your throat as you open the refrigerator door. He feels bad now, his heart squeezing at the thought of your makeup sliding down your cheeks. Arturo leans on the door frame and he looks as you pull out juice from the open door, the other hand grabbing a bottle of tequila left on the counter. The amount you pour into your cup makes his eyebrows frown.

‘’ It’s alright. ‘’

‘’ It’s the shoes. I’m not crying. ‘’

The tears on your face do tell him that you are, that it is about Diego. He doesn’t deal with heartbreaks often, he usually never stays around long enough to feel it. He is a grown man, he never cries, he shouldn’t care, but he does feel better when you open the juice jug, pouring enough that he is not too concerned about how it would taste in the end. He speaks up again.

‘’ It’s alright if it’s not just the shoes you know. ‘’

‘’ You would really buy me new ones? ‘’

He raises his eyebrows at that and you are now pushing yourself up on the counter in front of him, crossing your legs, glass in hand. Your eyes are dry and red, but the glitter on your lids is still pressed to the skin, unmoved. He likes it, he decides, the shimmer suits you, it reminds him of the diamonds he has on a watch at home. You are looking at him, waiting for an answer. Like it would fix everything. Your Versace heels, he would buy you new ones if you asked, the same pair if you wished, an even more expensive one if you begged him to.

‘’ Por supuesto, mami. ‘’

I would shoot him too, let’s keep our word. He doesn’t tell you that, but the thought crosses his mind, throbbing inside his ribcage. The things he would do for you. Something changed tonight, inside of him, changed how he looks at you, how he really looks at you. You laugh at this and he is thankful, happy to hear the sound again. He hopes it means he is doing something good, something to make you feel better.

‘’ I’m just messing. They will dry, I was just being dramatic. ‘’

Rightly so, he wants to tell you, that he would have done worst for less, but he doesn’t, he laughs it off with you.

‘’ All good, mami, I go crazy for less. ‘’

You haven’t touched your drink yet, playing with the rim and the ridges on the side. It is a good sign to him, that whatever he is doing is working, heart being fixed, tears kept at bay. He feels awkward, standing there and looking at you, trying to keep his eyes away from tracing the curve of your legs, the idea of your nails wrapped around his neck-

‘’ You like shopping? ‘’

It’s quick, out of his mouth before he even processes it, anything to keep the silence from going on any longer.

‘’ What? ‘’

‘’ Well, I- ‘’ he stuttered, he never does. Tongue rolling in his mouth, words knocking his front teeth on the way out. Of course you like shopping, ranking bills for days, and matching your shoes with your tops, who wouldn’t? Right?

‘’ Well, because I do. ‘’ He feels like the dumbest person in the house. ‘’ I mean- I mostly look, I don’t always buy. It gotta fit with the rest, you know? ‘’

You hum, nodding with the sound. Your lips touch the rim of the glass, bringing silence back to the kitchen, and he feels like he fucked up. He had to open his big mouth and spill out some none sense. Maybe you don’t like shopping. Maybe you think he is taking too much space, that he should leave you alone-

‘’ Let me tell you a secret. ‘’ Your hands are back on your lap, playing with the side of the glass once again. There is a glint in your eyes as you lean towards him, like you are sharing a secret. Lips pursed, you are not whispering, but he feels like you are. A secret for him, only for him.

‘’ Sometimes it doesn’t even match, but I still buy it, I can’t help myself. ‘’

You have glitter on your fingers from when you wiped your tears off and he can’t take his eyes off yours, you are pulling him in and he takes a step closer as you continue.

‘’ I always think I can make it work, but after a while, I send it to my primas, so it’s not really a loss, you know? ‘’

‘’ You’re free Friday? ‘’

You hesitate a moment, barely a second, but it’s enough to make him self-conscious again. ‘’ Why? ‘’

‘’ Let me take you out. ‘’ Let me make this right. Make you forget him. ‘’ We can go en el centro. I don’t think they got Versace there, but they got nice options. ‘’

He shrugs his shoulders, already pretending that he is going to be okay if you reject him. He knows he won’t, that everything, every minute spent with you until today wasn’t a random twist of fate. He can feel it, feel you deep in his bones, there has to be something there. He can’t be wrong, you have to say yes.

Your fingers move in the space between the two of you and, since he is closer now, you can reach and hook a finger around one of his longer chains, moving the golden cross around so it catches the light.

‘’ Is Thursday too early for you? ‘’

He is flushed when you look back up at him, too stunned to speak, too hot and too cold at the same time. He has asked people out before, multiple times even, but right now, with you, he can’t get a grip, he can’t get himself to breathe and not be putty in your hands.

‘’ Not at all. ‘’ Is all he finds to say when he is brought back down to earth. Arturo can’t stop the smile that pulls at his lips, he can taste your perfume on his tongue. ‘’ Even better, mami. ‘’

#arturo kitty paez x reader #arturo kitty paez #kitty x reader #narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico fanfiction #narcos mexico imagines #narcos mexico fanfic #bad bunny x reader

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mrs-stardustt · 1 year

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first date ft. narcos mx characters

a/n: hiiii, permission to be delusional on the main???? alright so here we goooo

if you like to add more characters don't be afraid to ask, I just follow however character intrudes my mind<3 so reach out if you want any specific request

INCLUDES: Benjamín Arellano Félix, Ramón Arellano Félix, Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo, Amado Carrillo Fuentes

gif credit: @southotheborder

Benjamín:

my sweet man<3

first date has to be as soft as he is, so I'm thinking a nice park walk with nieves if it's hot outside or just something wholesome

so going on a walk and getting to know each other seems fitting

like imagine the stuttering mess he would be, how gentleman he is OMG

everything will be perfect, he will make sure of it

he most likely blush if you compliment him

we know that’s his time to really put into the work to impress you, to show you he is fucking fr

my Min doesn't fool around, so if you're on a date, he's interested on going serious

but everything is so nice and sweet, he makes you feel comfortable and loved<3

so if he's feeling bold, a cheek kiss would be the peak of the day

but if YOU'RE feeling bold???? kiss him, I swear to you, even a peck barely on the lips and he is a goner

without adding more, it's clearly that with Min a date can't go wrong, he won't do anything bad in my eyes, argue with the wall lol

Ramón:

let's bffr, alright??? it would probably be in a club lol

and of courseeee it will be Roxane

everything is just so chill and funnn

if anything Món is funNY

just you two being HOT PEOPLE, dancing in the middle of the dancefloor, feeling each other iykyk

he would a 100% flirt shamelessly all. the. time.

and add a few drinks to the equation???? girrrrrrrrl

he’s so hot, i can’t help myself

imagineeee: you two dancing, the whole world disappearing, your back to his chest, feeling the music AHHHHH

so expect to have a very fun night, to end the night a little tipsy and barely feeling your legs of how much you dance

and of fucking course, if you let him, he will kiss you

but don’t worry, my man is a tease

he might kiss you, but that’s it

he keep you waiting up until your second date

and don’t lie to yourself, it will be to a second date babes

Miguel Ángel:

big ass fancy restaurant, that’s it

if something we all can agree is that Miguel likes to flex

he will take you to the most expensive place to have dinner (yep dinner, somewhat having a first date with him has to be at night, okay????)

and let’s indulge a little, he will probably send you a fancy dress, fancy shoes and everything and anything his princesa might need

he is very interested in you so he’ll ask questions about you, you likes/dislikes, a bit of talking about your past and shit

i don’t believe he will share too much about him

and for obvious reasons

he will taste the waters, to kinda know if he can trust you, not really going for it that soon

but don’t worry because either waaaaay

he is a romantic

and old school romantic

he’ll touch your hand a bit, give you a little smile while you talk

EYE CONTACT OMGGGGG

he don’t flirt too openly but he OBVIOUSLY calls you nicknames

“que hermosa te ves, mija”

it could end on two ways: you kiss and that’s it but if we are bold, enjoy the ride to his home girly AYYYY NO

Amado:

Amado is a chill man

so whatever you like, he likes

you want to have dinner? let’s go to your favourite. wanna go for a walk? sure, chose the place. club date? pick your dress he’s on the way

he will liveeee to make you happy

and that is ALL you need to know to assure that your first date will go smoothly as possible

but for this i choose a bar

why? idk makes sense somehow lol

the talking will be immaculate, with my man, conversation neverrrr ends

he tell you a bit about himself, crack a joke here and there just to make you laugh, he’ll ask questions about you

he WILL flirt

and if you flirt back????

MY GIRRRRL you have him eating from. your. hand.

no for nothing Acosta call him tontín so deal with a little of clumsiness

and because he loves you he let you make fun of him, just know he’ll have that energy backkkk

A LOT OF TENSIONNNN

not only sexual lol but for anythinggg

the chemistry is PLAUSIBLE

so at the end we can know a kiss is happening, that is not up to discussion

buuuut, just a maybe (and a very firm maybe) you can go home together AHHHHHHHH

#benjamin arellano felix x reader #benjamin arellano felix #ramon arellano felix x reader #ramon arellano felix #miguel angel felix gallardo x reader #miguel angel felix gallardo #amado carrillo fuentes x reader #amado carrillo fuentes #narcos #narcos mexico #narcos imagine #narcos fanfiction

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mmasalva · 8 months

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miguel♥︎angel

#diego luna #narcos mexico #narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico x reader #miguel angel felix gallardo

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writers-vlogx · 1 year

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yandere rafa kidnaps his ex from her wedding

(rafa is dramatic as fuck,you would have come if he had just asked)

OHHH YALL ARE SOME SMART MF HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY DO THAT

Rafael caro quintero kidnapping you on your wedding day

Okay I can see this going one of two ways, the first being yall would have been dating before, but you broke up because you just couldn't stand seeing him hurt

And while it hurt you leaving him, you never stopped loving him. Neither did he stop keeping tabs on you, and eventually finds out your going to get married

The other way that I can see this going is your family doesn't know about him and decided to marry you to someone of their choice, and you ask him to come crash the wedding but for the sake of my own sanity it's gonna be the first option

You tried okay? You tried so hard to move on even if your heart ached, when you started seeing someone else it didn't feel right

You felt repulsed by him, but you had to because you had promised to never see him again.

When you came into his house that day, and decided to break his heart. You had told him you were tired of this, that you were tired of him

But that wasn't true "ya no puedo hacer esto Rafael, estoy cansada de todo esto, estoy cansada de tus cosas" No please look at me I'm sorry I hurt you! "Siempre es el negocio y no me contestas por semanas" No why do you look so hurt let me hold you I promise to never do that again "Honestamente estoy viendo a alguien más, alguien que si sabe que es amar" NO I didn't mean it please my heart only belongs to you I could never leave you!! "Así que, no me busques porfavor" amd with that you left, you left him behind and sometimes you think you might have left your heart right in front of that door along with him

You tried so hard to love again, but you couldn't; your heart didn't beat for anyone but rafa

And it seems unreal but time kept moving and when you least expected it; you were getting married

Ever since that day you left Rafael in that house, something inside him snapped

He became cold, when he was drunk he cried a lot and even when you told him to forget about you. He never forgot, instead he actually became obsessed with knowing where you were, with who and why

Felix became worried over him and tried to introduce him to other women, tried to get him to date but he was never interested; he wanted you and no one else

When he heard you were getting married? That was his breaking point

He refused to see you be anyone else's so he rounded up his people and got ready because he was having you, he didn't care whether you hated him or not

The day of the wedding came, everyone kept congratulating you and asking you how you felt, in truth however you felt nothing

You had imagined this moment many times, how he would look, where it would be and how joyful you would feel seeing him but this was not rafa and now it was too late to back out, so with dread you walked up to the altar ready to seal your vows, to lose your freedom

But that's when you heard it, men dressed in all black with guns shooting at the roof of the church and a man in front of all of them dressed exactly the same, but that voice...

You recognized who that was especially by the way he looked at you, he was angry

"TODOS AL SUELO, HIJOS DE SU CHINGADA MADRE, NO VA HABER BODA HOY NI NUNCA" with that he grabbed you by the wrist and before you could say anything else

BANG

He had shot the man in the head in cold blood, while his men kept everyone in their place, he started dragging you out of the church into a car that looked too familiar not to remember

When he finally got in the car you pulled his mask off to see him, his hair was messy, and he was sweating, a frown on his face

He opened his mouth as if to protest shu5 down whatever you had to say when you just kiss him, kissed him because of the nights that you spent without him, the days missing him and regretting leaving him, but out of anything else, you felt pain in how you broke his heart and walked out the door

You wanted nothing more than to feel him and never pull away, to beg him for forgiveness because you missed him so much it physically hurt

He thought you would be mad, furious even but you were the complete opposite, you held his face so delicately and smiled at him

"Hay no sabes cuanto te eh extrañando rafael, perdóname por todo te juro que nunca quise hacerte daño perdóname por favor" you were grabbing at his hands, face buried in his chest, like you needed to be as physically close as possible or you would vanish

"Oye calmada amor, no te disculpes porfavor, pero enserió como se te ocurre dejarme y irte con otro hijo de la chingada eh?" He understood you needed him, but he could still feel the anger inside him, because that man touched you, because he had the audacity to try to take what was his

" y a ti como se te ocurre ir y destruir una boda? Si no querías que me casara me pudiste haber dicho" you crossed your arms, but a smile gave it all away

You werent mad at him, and he wasn't mad at you, but you both had missed each other for the longest "ay ven aquí, me importa poco si te cansas de mi, me perteneces a mi y no voy a volver a dejar que te alejes de mi" he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead "ahora si vamos de aquí, okay amor" he looked down at you laying on his lap "I wouldn't want it any other way, mi rafa" somehow after all of this, it seemed it made yall stronger and just like he said, he won't let you escape again.

Okay whoever send me that thank you so much, made ya boi very happy, you know sometimes I hope rafa would be bi so I may imagine he would date me and love me 🤦🏻‍♂️

#tenoch huerta #rafa caro quintero #rafael caro quintero x you #rafael caro quintero x reader #narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico x reader #narcos mexico #narcos mexico x you #THIS MF WOULD BE DRAMATIC #DRAMA QUEEN #narcos x reader

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narcosmx · 10 months

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Hey, I'm so happy you're back I missed reading your works.I was wondering if you'll still do the requests that you mentioned there because they were all great ideas : https://www.tumblr.com/narcosmx/669340063334842368/request-list-here-is-a-list-of-the-request-that

being enedina's best friend and falling for benjamin arellano-felix would include:

a/n: okay so this made mee think about the enedina's bff falling for benjamin thing and i got going, so yes i'll be going back to some of these hehe

okayokay hear me out rich boss babes together

WHICH LEAD ME TO THINK LIKE WHAT IF ENEDINA'S BFF WAS AMADO'S YOUNGER SISTER

so like amado is the kind of older brother where like... you call me and ofc i'll come solve your problems for you but can you like....maybe handle what you can on your own

kinda just gives her a wad of cash, la bendicion and be like go live your life kid at least one of us should enjoy the money i'm making lol

"vaya con dios mijita" also get the vibes that he def taught you how to fly too

so i imagine you being a little bit more rough and tumble than enedina

but like you bring out the boss bitch in her, reminds her she is capable of breaking away from this idea of "being a woman" was

being bffs with dina gives me like, you practically live at her place vibes you know

like you have a toothbrush, and clothes and your favorite soaps in the goddamn shower

you go home only to like swap out the roation of outfits you have or getting a new pair of shoes or something

otherwise you were essentially living at the arellano-felix house, shit even their mom jokes about her liking you more than your own kids

and the girls fucking love having you around, and lowkey probably ramon too because you're never one to shoot down his crazy ass ideas

pancha is like "don't you like, ever get tired of being here" and you're like "don't you ever get tired of being the ugliest member of this family?"

and benjamin oh benjamin at first he tries to pay you no mind, but you're not one he can easily ignore

so he resigns himself to nodding at you and huffing with laughter when he sees how comfortably you lounge around his fucking house because no matter what you do like he cannot get mad at you

you do something and he smiles and someone else does that same exact thing he'd rip them several new assholes.

okay listen i don't know why i get the vibes that like you're an expert at breaking into anything that isn't welded shut

you know, like you grew up around criminals you were bound to pick something up

not that you had to break into dina's place, you had a key but sometimes it's just fun to freak the other's out

i just imagine, like benjamin coming home a day after having like fortified security and he just looks into the backyard and you're chilling poolside

he walks out and it like "w-we changed the locks yesterday after a security issue... how the fuck did you? dina is out making your key right now??"

you nearly giggling as you take a sip of your drink "you make me laugh, benji"

YOU CALLING HIM BENJI I CANNOT \

him opening his mouth to say something and him being like yeah nope nevermind and turning on his heel and walking inside

hehe having to turn on his heels so fast because he can't help but smile at you and your antics

dina walking out and being like "hey bebe, i left your key in your bag" but side eyeing her brother because she knows she knows something is up

because no one makes her wet blanket of a brother smile like that

you and dina going to fancy dinners together can you imagine, going to the hottest spots in all of baja

you two getting all dolled up in her room together, they can hear you laughing from down the street lol

unabashedly singing at the top of your lungs lol

but i also have this one moment of scene stuck in my head

you and dina are in a rush getting ready to go somewhere and like dina is showering and you're like

well i'm def not showering in any of the other boys fucking rooms because NOPE

and i dunno but benjamin gives you vibes that his bathroom would be clean and so you...go for it

you couldnt have shame if they paid you so you're just out here causally breaking into fucking tijuana's biggest drug dealer's room

going in to take a shower, showering you know and then as you come out with like a robe wrapped around yourself and drying yout hair, benjamin is entering the room

and there's just this moment where benjamin is looking at you like with like a what the fuck but like amused face

and you're like "look, where else did you want me to go? i'm def not fucking showering in ramon's shower"

and benjamin is like "hm i don't know maybe???? the freaking guest bathroom"

and you laughing him off the face of the planet

and okay imagine he has like documents laying around his room because he wakes up in the middle of the night and worries about bus iness stuff because that's him

anyways you saw it and you idk just have this knack for business or math and you just walk up past him brushing against him and kiss his cheek and are like "thanks for sharing the bathroom with me, and if you raise the tax 1.5 percent over 6 months you'll cover that cost" you note motioning your head towards the document and walking away AHHH

#narcos mexico #narcos fan fiction #narcos mexico imagines #benjamin arellano felix x reader #benjamin arellano felix

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syrma-sensei · 1 year

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Tenoch Huerta kisses like a slut

#and we love him for it #tenoch huerta imagine #tenoch huerta photoshoot #tenoch x reader #tenoch huerta namor #tenoch huerta #namor tenoch huerta #rafael caro quintero #rafa caro quintero #rafa quintero x reader #narcos mexico

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narcosfandomdiscord · 7 months

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narcos october prompts

The Narcos Fandom Forever discord server is introducing a month-long challenge, the Narcos October Prompts, which is open to fan creators for both the OG Narcos and Narcos MX TV shows.

Creators of all kinds are encouraged to make all types of fanworks! Fic, art, gifs, vids, and other miscellaneous fanworks are all welcome.

Each fanwork must be published on the day that corresponds to the prompt. There are two prompts for each day of the month, and you can choose which you prefer.

For example, you can post a fanwork inspired by the Day 7 prompt “Blackout” on October 7. If you create something late, you can publish it on the amnesty day, which is October 30.

Please use the hashtag #narcoctober to submit your entries, so we can find them and reblog them!

EDIT: the event is now over. To enjoy the things we've created, peruse masterlist i (days 1-10), masterlist ii (day 11-25), and masterlist iii (day 26-31).

🍰 Prompt List 🍰

October 1 — Day of Firsts

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

Create a fanwork of an alternate universe you’ve never tried to create before.

October 2 — “Porque No Los Dos?” Day

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

Anything involving polyamory, ex: a fic about somebody who has two or more partners (with their partners’ knowledge and consent, aka not infidelity. That’s a different prompt).

October 3 — Day of Music

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

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

>>> more prompts below the cut

October 4 — Day of Conflict

Anything involving a fistfight or a gunfight.

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

October 5 — Day of Visual Art

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

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

October 6 — Day of International Relations

Write non-English language fic.

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

October 7 — Day of Darkness

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

One-word prompt: Blackout.

October 8 — Day of Light

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

One-word prompt: Sunrise.

October 9 — Day of Gay

Create anything devoted to an LGBTQ+ character. This can be your headcanon, but if you want a canon gay character, Pacho and his boyfriends are canonically gay. Also, one of Pacho’s biker lady criminals is played by a trans actress.

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

October 10 — Day of Tough Shit

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

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

October 11 — Day of Fun

Create a non-visual, non-fic fanwork: quiz, game, playlist, incorrect quotes.

Create a fanwork with at least one joke in it (that YOU think is funny, fuck everyone else if they don’t think it’s funny lmao).

October 12 — Day of Death

Kill a character who lives in canon.

Create something with a character who is mourning a dying thing rather than a person (their dying relationship, their dying career, their dying city, their dying memories, their dying friendship, their dying dreams, etc etc etc)

October 13 — Day of Life

Create a fanwork in which a character avoids their canonical death.

Create a fanwork about characters having kids (sex to have kids, pregnancy, the birth itself, the kids growing up) or choosing not to have kids. It's a free country (it’s sorta a free country) (it’s sorta kinda a free country) (depends on which country we’re talking about i suppose)

October 14 — Day of Support

Create a review, response, or analysis of a Narcos or Narcos Mexico fic, in the style of an Amazon review or a NYT book review or something like that. Please keep it constructive and positive, no roasts.

Quote prompt: “I got you.”

October 15 — Day of Absolute Filth

Create a smut fanwork that includes three different kinks and/or sex acts (basically you could tag it with at least three tags that are Pure Filth).

Create a fanwork about a character’s moral corruption.

October 16 — Day of Surprises

These prompts were revealed at the start of the day.

Create a fanwork that focuses on dreams, either literal or metaphorical.

Shrimp.

October 17 — Day of Rare Treasures

Create a fanwork about a character that only shows up in one (1) season of the show. the rarer the better honestly

“I laughed and said, Life is easy. What I meant was, Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again.”

October 18 — Day of History

Create a fanwork about characters experiencing, participating in, or witnessing a real life historical event (could have been depicted in canon or not) e.g. moon landing.

Create a fanwork about two exes meeting unexpectedly.

October 19 — Day of Hurt

Create a fanwork about a character so emotionally or physically hurt that they can’t help but start crying even though they don’t want to.

Make a spitework (that is, a fanwork addressing something in canon that pissed you off, whether it was a character or a plot point).

October 20 — Day of Comfort

Create a fanwork about a character getting exactly what they need from someone unexpected.

Create a fanwork inspired by your #1 narcos comfort episode (not necessarily “the best” but rather the episode you rewatch the most often because you love it so much).

October 21 — Day of Women Who Will Step On You For Free

Create a f/f-centric fanwork.

Create a fanwork focused on the character development of a woman from the show.

October 22 — Day of Cross-Fandom Pollination

Create a fanwork that includes at least one Narcos character and at least one character from another fandom.

Create a fanwork with the plot or setting stolen from another fandom (and cite which fandom it is). For example, a daisy jones and the six fic where món is a 60s singer.

October 23 — Day of Threes

Create a fanwork that includes three items you can currently see.

Create a fanwork including three canon characters. extra difficult version: three canon characters that have never met.

October 24 — Day of Monsters

Create a fanwork about a character turning into a supernatural creature.

Quote prompt: “The world isn’t made up of heroes and monsters. Just broken people balancing between the two.”

October 25 — Day of Wow, That Escalated Quickly

Create a fanwork that begins in a canon-compatible place, but ends up going somewhere more dramatic.

Quote prompt: “It’s surprising how much can change in just one hour.”

October 26 — Day of Echoes

Pick a quote from the show that you love and use it as inspiration for your fanwork. Then share what the quote is at the end of your post.

Create a fanwork inspired by any mythological story (Greek, Norse, Aztec, Celtic, etc. get weird with it. Bible counts as mythology, fuck it)

October 27 — People of Color Day

Create a fanwork about an original character or reader character who is explicitly a person of color.

Create a fanwork about a canon character of color (e.g. Truijllo, Enrique, Kiki, Rafa, Azul).

October 28 — Day of Friendship

Create a fanwork inspired by somebody else’s fanwork, or including a cameo of somebody else’s original character (fanvids, fanart, moodboard, etc included — just please ask for permission from the original creator to use inspo before you do it!)

Quote prompt: “We’re friends, aren’t we?”

October 29 — Day of Horror

Create a fanwork inspired by your favorite horror movie.

Prompt: came back wrong.

October 30 — (penultimate day, October 30) Day of Amnesty

Post a fanwork you started for any previous prompt but weren’t able to finish in time.

Quote prompt: “I forgive you.”

October 31 — (final day, October 31) Day of Legacy

Create a sequel or counterpart to a fanwork you posted previously this month.

Quote prompt: “This is [my/your/their] legacy.”

November 1 — Bonus — Day of Celebration

reblog a fanwork that is your favorite creation that you made in the month

#narcoctober #narcos #narcos mexico #narcos fandom #narcos fanfiction #narcos imagine #javier pena x reader

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