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cositapreciosa · 11 months

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

By proxy

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

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

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

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

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

‘’ Puedo ayudarle? ‘’

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

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

‘’ Oh. ‘’

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

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

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

‘’ It’s all good. ‘’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘’ What’s your name again? ‘’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘’ Hmm. I got someone in mind. ‘’

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

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

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

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

‘’ How romantic. ‘’

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘’ Maybe. Are you saying yes? ‘’

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

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

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

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

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narcolini · 1 year

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nightmares

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

contains canon typical gun violence

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can’t say he doesn’t spoil you.

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

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

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

‘You’re bored already, mi cielo?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘I can try.’

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

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

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

‘Amado, what…?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Who was that, Amado?’

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

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

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

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

‘Who?’ you insist. ‘Who the fuck?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Will it?’

‘Easier,’ he corrects. ‘With time.’

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

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

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

‘But you aren’t—’

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

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

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

You scoff.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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proceduralpassion · 6 months

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Take You Home

Day 30 of Narcoctober- Post a fanwork you started for any previous prompt but weren’t able to finish in time.

Character(s): Amado Carrillo Fuentes x Reader

WC: 845

A/N: Lol why did I make reader so down bad in this? This was what I was gonna originally write for the Day 18 exes prompt and I wanted to circle back and post it at some point, so why not for amnesty day lol

It’s easily the worst date you’ve ever been on. Which is all the more aggravating because it was the most excited you were to be on a date in a long time. New fancy restaurant. Semi-attractive date. The first outing you’d been invited on by the opposite sex ever since you and Amado broke up.

The atmosphere of the restaurant is so relaxing, but you can’t seem to sit back and truly enjoy yourself. Your date has been non-stop yapping about himself, not even polite enough to ask you a question even once. He only shut up long enough to drain his glass of wine, which sounded terribly obnoxious as it gobbled down his throat. The sound was so loud and irritating that you wanted to switch your own wine for tequila and get straight hammered.

Your patience was running thin and your date doesn’t even notice how you tune out of all of the words that fall out of his mouth and start people watching.

Your smile lifts up as you watch the romantic older couple in the corner of the restaurant who stand up to dance on the open floor as the guitarist and singer on stage begins crooning a slow love song. The thought of growing old with someone and still being interested enough in them to dance the night away was appealing in thought, but you’d tear out your own eyeballs if that special someone for you was sitting across the table.

The food arrives minutes later and the man’s smacking and constant din of his utensils against the plate has you losing your appetite before you’ve gotten a few bites in. You feel bad for your waitress who’s ripping and running all around the floor, but the next time you see her, you know you’re going to ask for a to-go box and split the establishment shortly thereafter.

In the meantime, you finish your wine and hope that it alleviates your short nerves. It doesn’t work because the next time you look up, your date is scanning your body with a leer that has you shuddering with disgust.

Across the restaurant, Amado has been watching you, highly amused at the sight. His shoulders shudder as he keeps in his laughter from observing just how much you’d rather be anywhere else. He’s unable to tear his eyes away, afraid that he’ll miss the chance when you finally catch him sitting in the same restaurant as you.

It wasn’t purposeful. Sure, he’d been keeping tabs on you, but he didn’t know you’d be here tonight. He’d been conducting a meeting this evening over pasta and steak, and now enjoying dessert with his entourage now that the discussion had ended.

Your heart stalls in your chest when you finally spot him. The left side of Amado’s face lifts in a smirk which makes your stomach flip. He’s never not had a knack for throwing you off and the way he sits, leaning back in his chair with one of his legs straightened out away from him, leaves you mesmerized.

Once your eyes connect, Amado’s standing up and walking straight towards you. The fact that you’re on a date is inconsequential to him at the present moment. Doesn’t even spare the man a second glance as he leans down at your side.

“Hola, querida,” Amado greets, halting conversation off your date’s end, “That dress looks beautiful on you. Red was always your color.”

Your eyes darken at the compliment and then widen when your date opens his mouth up again.

“Hey, pal! What the fuck is your problem? We’re on a date here.”

Amado spares him no glance. He takes his hand into yours, softly caressing the back of it and admires your manicure.

“I missed you,” he says, and then plants a light kiss on your hand.

You can’t help but smile, always too weak when it comes to how smooth he was with his words. He always had a way of making the center of your heart feel all gooey without much effort.

Your date waves a hand between the two of you’s faces, almost as if he expects the mounting tension between you to wipe away at his insistence.

It’s Amado’s turn for his eyes to darken but, this time, they’re centered on your date. He gives the man a blank stare but doesn’t acknowledge him any further before standing and pulling you up with him. There’s no resistance in your frame as he helps you out of your seat.

“I’ve never had good timing, mi amor, but I’m hoping you’ll allow me take you home?”

You’re not paying attention to the rough hands that settle against your date, keeping him in his seat as Amado walks away with you.

“I believe I have some making up to you,” he says.

You chuckle, “Yes, you do.”

Your hand wraps within his, fingers interlocking as he leads you out the restaurant.

He kisses your shoulder before opening the door and guiding you out, “Some might even say some begging would be required.”

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drabbles-mc · 1 year

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Out of Time

Amado Carrillo Fuentes x F!Reader

For Day 29 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: surrender

Warnings: 18+, language, angst

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: In true drabbles-mc fashion, I have no idea what happened here with this one but I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. We love fics all based on vibes in this house lmao. Also, thank you @hausofmamadas for giving me a little nudge out of my comfort zone. tqm, df 🥰

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Once it all started to unravel the way that it did, Amado decided that there was no other choice. Surrender was never going to be an option for him, not the way that it was for the godfathers. He wasn’t going to turn himself in and simply do his bid. What would it all have been for, then?

So there he was, packing his bags. All the work he’d put into his beautiful home, or rather, all the money he’d put into his beautiful home making others do the work, and now he was going to take off and leave it vacant. It was a small loss, he supposed. With the money he had he could afford to make just about anywhere home. It was a skill that was going to come in handy, too, because he didn’t know how long he was going to have to be on the run before he finally settled down somewhere quiet enough for him to live out the rest of his life in quiet, secluded luxury. That’s really all he wanted now: to be left the fuck alone.

The suitcases that were on the floor beside his bed were already filled with clothes. The zippers on them were strained, nearly to their breaking point, but they still held. There was another still on his bed, open and only half-full as he continued to pack away more clothes into it. Part of him felt like it was a bit ridiculous, packing up his clothes and some of his other easily replaceable belongings, but he still found himself doing it. Maybe it was sentimental, he wasn’t sure—there wasn’t enough time for him to sit back and try to figure it out.

He was the only thing in the entire house making noise, so it wasn’t difficult for him to hear the sound of someone else coming up the stairs that would lead to the hallway that held his bedroom. He reached for his gun even though he wasn’t quite sure who it would be. If it had been the cops, or the feds, they would’ve already caused a scene. They wouldn’t have been able to make such a quiet entrance—they wouldn’t have sent one man in alone.

He moved quickly, quietly across the floor of his room. He positioned himself so that he was hidden behind his open bedroom door. His breathing was slow, controlled as he listened to the footsteps slowly but surely get closer and closer to his room.

Through the sliver between the door and its frame, he caught the silhouette of the person as they started to step into his room. The second he was able, he stepped out from his hiding place, grabbing them and pushing them back towards the wall of his room with his gun pressed underneath their chin before he even had a moment to stop and check and see who it was.

When the wall stopped him from being able to keep pushing the person, he finally looked to see who it was. His eyes widened when he saw that it was you, the nerves that had been mounting went away, replaced instead by guilt when he saw the fear in your eyes with the mouth of his gun pressed harshly against your chin.

“A-Amado?” you stammered out, unable to even get your arms to cooperate enough to try and push him away from you.

He lowered his gun, tucking it back into his waistband as he loosened his vice grip on you. “Querida? Qué paso?” He knew that he should’ve been apologizing for nearly splitting your skull in two, but the question came out first instead.

There were still goosebumps on your skin even though the only thing still touching you was Amado’s warm palm. His fingers curled around your bicep, thumb tracing back and forth to smooth over the way that he’d gripped onto you so harshly before. You were trying to get out the words that you wanted to say, but it was proving to be more effort than you thought it was going to be.

“Estás saliendo?” you finally asked, a slight tremor to your voice.

He hesitated at that for a moment. The answer was evident—he knew that you knew. He wondered if you just wanted to hear him say it. Maybe you were looking more for the answer to the question that was coming next: Why? Although you were also smart enough to put together the broad strokes of the answers to that question as well.

Stepping back from you, granting you some more breathing room but with his hand still on your arm, he nodded once. He watched you look at the suitcases on his floor, the one sitting on top of his mattress. Your eyes traveled around the room—it was the only spot in the house where things were looking like they’d disappeared or were out of place. All that square footage and the only room with things that mattered enough to take with him was his bedroom.

“Cuándo…” your voice trailed off, not quite sure if the answer mattered once you started to ask the question. The exact time of his departure wasn’t what your real concern was. Whenever it was, it was clearly soon. Too soon.

Selfishly, the next question you wanted to ask was, “Were you just going to leave without telling me?” but you couldn’t manage it. It seemed small, childish even, to ask that when hardly two minutes before he’d had his finger on the trigger of his gun that was pressed against the bottom of your jaw.

Clearing your throat, you allowed yourself to lean back against the wall behind you for support, taking what you could get. “Adónde vas?”

He gave a slight shake of his head before shrugging. He made just enough of a motion with his arm, like an attempt at throwing his hands up in defeat without truly committing to it. “No sé.” He huffed out something that would’ve been a laugh if the air surrounding the conversation between you hadn’t felt so heavy. “Lejos de aquí.”

You nodded slowly, trying to process what he was telling you, still trying to process the scene that you were seeing in front of you. For as much of a mess as Amado’s life could be, his house had always been spotless. That was one of the perks of never having the time to be there—it never got to the point where it looked lived-in. The only person who had been around enough to even try to make a mess had been you, and you were always careful. But now his room looked like it had been pulled apart, broken down like an old car in search of decent scraps to put into a new one.

Pushing yourself off the wall, you slowly walked over towards his bed. Aside from the wrinkles at the foot of it where he’s been rotating out his suitcases, it still looked perfectly-made. The pillows were all in their correct spots, the blanket and sheet by the head of the bed still folded and set to perfection. You found a spot beside his suitcase and sat down, trying not to think about the way that he was watching you so intently.

You reached into the suitcase, fingers dragging along the fabric of one of the last shirts that he had thrown into the bag. The black cloth passed so smoothly beneath your fingertips. An impulsive part of you wanted to ball it up inside your fist, leave a set of wrinkles that he would have to contend with whenever he got to wherever it was that he was going. Leave him some nuisance to sort out that would make him think of you once he had left you behind. You thought about it, pressed the pads of your fingers harder into the fabric, but then you stopped and just smoothed over it with your palm instead.

“Esto es el fin?” you asked, “Para nosotros?”

For us might’ve been a little presumptuous on your part. But you still deserved an answer. After all, you’d caught the man getting ready to leave without offering you so much as a goodbye or a warning first. If you were here, you might as well make him to through the effort, the pain of stating the obvious. You’d earned that much at least, you’d like to think.

He frowned at the question, and you tried to figure out if he was frowning in confusion because the answer seemed obvious, or if he was frowning because he was actually sad about leaving you behind. Maybe it was something else entirely. Still, you waited patiently for his response.

He shrugged, pausing a moment, his brows knitting like he was trying to think of an answer that wasn’t the most obvious one. “Sí…” he dragged the word out for a beat longer than necessary as he reached up, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment.

“Amado,” you said as you shook your head, sadness plaguing your voice, “what the fuck?”

His eyes snapped back to you at that. You weren’t sure what caught him more off-guard, the sudden switch or the heaviness and sadness that accompanied a question that was usually shouted between the two of you in anger.

He walked over to the bed, positioning himself so that he was standing between your legs. He looked down at you, silently waiting for you to look up at him. “Qué quieres de mi, mija? Hm? Digame.”

“I—” you started, stopping yourself short as you shook your head. The reality of it was that you weren’t really sure what you wanted from him. A heads-up? An invitation? For him to go back in time and not wind up on a path that led to him having to make the choice to either live on the run or to surrender and die in prison? Sighing, you dropped your chin towards your chest as you admitted, “Yo no sé.”

“Hey.” He rested his hand on your shoulder. When you didn’t look up at him, he said, “Mírame.” When you finally looked up at him, he repeated his question. “Qué quieres? Quieres salir conmigo?”

You found yourself shaking your head even though you weren’t quite sure if that was your real answer. You tried not to think too hard about the way his hand warmed your shoulder, about the look in his eyes that you almost thought meant he wanted you to say yes to the question.

“No puedo…” you started, stopping and shaking your head, “I can’t just…”

He tilted his head, like he was curious, almost confused. “Por qué no?”

You leaned back, shock all over your face, “Por qué n—” you cut yourself off, shaking your head, unable to believe that he really just asked you that.

Maybe you should’ve expected it. The rest of the people in his life could pack it all up and leave just like he could, after all. You were the one thing that wasn’t like all the others. You were the only one in his world who couldn’t trade it all in with the flip of a switch. Maybe that’s what the offer was, though, an opportunity to change that.

Despite the fact that you’d thought about it, contemplated it for longer than you thought, you knew that you weren’t going to go. It was an easy choice for Amado. If you had been left with the same choices that he was, you’d probably pick the same thing. But those weren’t the choices that you had. There was so much more left for you here than there was for him, and despite every hopelessly romantic bone in your body, you knew that neither one of you was enough to sway the other. Amado was going to leave no matter what you said, and you were going to stay no matter what he offered.

Reaching, you took his hands in your own. You tried not to think about the tears gathering at the edges of your eyes as you gave him a small pull towards you, trying to coax him to come just a little closer to you before he left you for the last time. You watched him, all of him, the slight slump in his shoulders when he made the decision to give in, when he realized the answer you were going to give him.

He knelt down in front of you, putting himself just below eye-level with you. Your fingers were still threaded through his. Your lips twitched as you tried to keep your tears from spilling, keep your bottom lip from trembling. Leaning forward, you rested your forehead against his.

Taking a deep breath, you said, your voice shaking more than you’d ever admit to after the fact, “Tu sabes…”

You felt the rise and fall of his shoulders and chest from the deep breath that he took. Precious seconds that he didn’t have an excess of anymore, still being spent on you, for you, with you. “No puedes salir,” he said, his voice heavier than you thought it was going to be.

He didn’t know why it hit him so hard. Just a few minutes ago he was ready to leave without even saying goodbye, knowing that for one reason or another he wasn’t ever going to see you again. He’d been ready for that. Maybe the melancholy would catch up to him when he finally slowed down, maybe then he’d feel a passing twinge of regret. What he felt now though was so much more than that, heavier on his shoulders.

Leaving without telling you would’ve been all on his terms. He was in control of it. He wouldn’t have had to stick around to see the pain on your face over it, either. By then he would’ve been long gone. Also, if he had just left without telling you, he wouldn’t have been stuck in the situation he was currently in—he wouldn’t have been getting rejected by you.

Taking one of your hands out of his and resting it on the side of his face, you traced your thumb along his cheekbone, over the stubble that was growing longer, somewhere between unruly and an actual beard.

“No,” you finally said, your voice soft.

The two of you lingered that way for a moment, letting that one word hang between you, the short, simple confirmation that this was the end of the road for the two of you. It didn’t have to be, but it did. Amado couldn't resign himself to what life would look like if he chose to stay, but you could. You had to.

He took a deep breath, and for a fleeting moment you thought that he was going to have something profound to say, something that would shake the foundations of the entire situation. Or maybe he’d kiss you, something so fierce that it would blot out the heart-wrenching reality that the two of you were facing something that would sweep you off your feet one last time. But he didn’t do either of those things. Shaking his head with his forehead still pressed against yours, he let out the breath he’d taken in before getting back up onto his feet.

Neither of you said anything else as he went back to packing up the last of his things. Every item he put into the pile, you found yourself running your hand over it. The next shirt, each pair of pants, rinse and repeat.

By the time he was done, with all of his bags now stacked by the door, you were hoping to have something more to say. He was hoping you’d have something more to say too, because this part had never been the part that he was good at.

Walking from his doorway back to the bed, he sat on the mattress beside you. He let his hand wander, allowed his fingers to hook into yours. He was looking down at your joined hands rather than in your eyes. “Estas segura de esto?” he asked.

You chuckled quietly at that, the sound a little sad beneath the humor of it. It felt like you were supposed to be the one asking him that question. He was the one leaving everything behind to start over somewhere else, drop his old life in favor of a new one without knowing how it would play out. Your life was staying startlingly the same. The only thing that was going to change was that Amado wasn’t going to be in it anymore.

Finally forcing himself to look you in the eyes again, he saw the hint of a smile on your face. He mirrored your expression, knowing exactly what you were thinking. He gave your hand a light squeeze. “Ven conmigo.”

Your smile widened a bit at that, the tears in your eyes growing. “Es mi última oportunidad, yea?”

He nodded. “Yea.”

Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his. It was soft, drawn out longer than it would’ve been any other day because you both knew that it was going to be the last one. He leaned back into you, not the way that he usually did, not in a way that was aimed to escalate or rile you up. He was soaking it up, savoring the feeling in a way that he didn’t take the time to do nearly enough before.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes were still closed for a few seconds longer. You studied his face while you could. When he finally opened them, all he said was, “Lo siento.”

Your automatic reaction was to tell him that it was okay, but you both knew it would’ve been a lie. Part of you wanted to make a joke about how he should get going before he missed his flight, both of you knowing that the humor lied in the impossibility of it. But nothing was making it past your lips. Instead, you leaned in and kissed his cheek, unbothered by the stubble when maybe on a different, better day you might’ve been.

With more effort than he thought it would’ve taken, Amado forced himself up onto his feet. He leaned down, pressing his lips to the top of your head before walking towards the door. He picked up his bags, lingering in the doorway as he turned back to you. You could spot the lingering sadness in his eyes that hadn’t been there when you’d shown up. Still, he managed to give you a smile.

“Disfruta la casa, yea?” He took another step back out into the hallway. “Para mi.”

You nodded, the sad smile on your face pairing a little too well with the tears that were beginning to trickle out onto your cheeks. You desperately wanted something more to say, but the same emotions that were clouding your mind were also choking out any chance to give him a comeback, to end things on the same note that they’d started so long ago. But you couldn’t, so you watched him turn and disappear out of the doorway, the last of your seconds with him finally spent.

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Renegada♱

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

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

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

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

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[5]ᅳ 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐢́𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐨 ✟

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can't find answers to these questions.

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

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

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

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Aruba Island, Kingdom of the Netherlands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I want you to answer truthfully, Mija."

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

"You know what I do, right?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Should I be afraid then?"

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

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

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

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

That was another truth you decided to reveal to him.

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

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

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

But his decision in the end surprised you.

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

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

"Will you dance with me?"

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

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

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

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

This wasn't right at all.

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

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

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

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

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

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a/n: slowly coming back into it but i was writing something else on and off while i was away but i havent finished it so i just ultimately decided to do another one of these just because i love how i can focus on so many characters and just type away so have this while i figure some things out on my end for you all <3

warnings: theres only nsfw for like 2 characters but ill let you know lol

mayo: wedding :)

strap tf in because ever since writing that ramon wedding hc i have not stopped thinking about that topic but with my mayo and i have little to no shame to admit to you all that i have thought about his ass and a wedding subject more than once but i just never got around to it but 👀👀 lemme say i am having troubles with myself on deciding what i can briefly talk about and not get myself carried on writing a whole ass presentation,,,,, i just ,,,,, want to at least get an idea out here 👀 see if anyone could be interested 👀👀 but OHHHH i just i want to scream into the abyss when i think about this subject with HIM <\3 like me muero mE MUERO because i know for a mf’ing fact my consentido would call you “mi esposa” even before you two actually get married,,, like he’s emocionado about the whole thing as it leads up to that day :((( him introducing you to everyone new as like “mira, deja les presento a mi esposa,.... mi chula” :(( ,, this stupid smile on his face as he lets his arm wrap around your waist and keep you close to him as he introduces you when you two are barely engaged or something and i dont know why that makes me fall to my knees and sob,, wow and just imagining how this man would stress yet be as cool as anything to make this the most perfect day for you,,,because as i have kind of briefly gone over,,, once this mf actually falls in love, que hasta he forgets anyone else other than you exists,, you know marriage is not far from the path hes on,, and it just comes naturally,,, so when i imagine that the day does come,,, he makes this shit the biggest thing ever in sinaloa,, its going to last for dayssss,, complacendote in any and everything,, making sure to not have you have any stress on your head all day long,, he just wants to see you to be happy, blissful and smiling all day long because of him yyy ay cabron hold on,,,, i just without getting too into this knowing myself,,, can you all just take a minute and imagine the grand ass church/ceremony he would do this at,,, una pinche elegancia that even guero is questioning how much money this mf blew for your wedding day,,, el todo pinshe pienado :( the simple FucvinG waY HE would look at you throughout the whole thing like you just gave him the best regalo de la vida :((( him probably wanting to just hold your hand for all 24 hours of that day and more,,, the little glances and small smiles he would give you throughout the vows down until he can kiss you :((((((( and the reception yalll ayyy no,,, him not letting you be away from him for more than 2 inches,, :( walking around together como marido y mujer and shit :((( dancing to your song ,,,, the honeymoon after wards :))))))) ayyy GUEY im sorry ill stop i just- wedding+mayo=my entire heart and i dont want to dump that whole thing just yet on this available space i have here :(( but this has been my proposal on the idea :( ok bye now

rafa- (slight/only a mention because i cant stop myself)

ingasu ,,,, mi pinshe bonbonnnnnnnn ,,,, i have a need a want to get a ramble of thoughts out and this is what this is,, but dont worry ill come back for him when i have a straight mind and an actual structure of writing for him because OUGHHH how can i not? now wow get out of my mf’ing way here becauseeee lord just when i think the wakanda forever trailer couldnt top the idea of chadwicks tchalla character coming back again :( +++ the announcement they made that tenoch would be playing namor a while back,,,, these mf’s actually decided to kill me and add in namor’s character in the trailer as well when i had already fell to my kness at a walmart parking lot just by the first second of that trailer,, and i just descended upon the clouds themselves when i saw him my god i was not expecting to be fed so well early on,,, because now let me guide you all back to watch the trailer if you didnt catch a good ass glimpse like i did to look at this bitch’s physique ,,, like get a good fucking look at this mfs back,, yess his fuckin back ,, his damn shoulders i cRY YALL ,, thAT LaDies and gentlemen,, is a man ,, now LISTENNN I AM not a marvel blog whatsoever but i would be lying through my soul if i told yall those 2 second clips of him on that trailer awoke and brought back my unconditional love for him and what better than to add rafa back in this mf and let me respectfully simp for mi pelos chinos consentido de shulada de hombre again,, and i just- i couldnt contain myself imagining the wayyyyyy he would love to let you scratch his back :)) when hes pounding away at youuuuu but damn omg let me just stop,, lol that wasnt planned for him today because i knew this man radiated bde but namor???? tenoch ???? placed to finally extra cherry i needed on top because i just couldnt get that once scene where hes walking into that wedding party with his scarface suit on out of my mind for a while and i just- i could not handle the thought of the two of you turning heads everytime the two of you walk into a building or party because the radiationnnn,, its about the radiation you two set off when youre both walking into a party,, arms tangled into the other as you both walk in,, heads held high off the fucking ground,, both of your outfits being that high end material, that just compliments the others in a beautiful way ,, him leading you around either with you dangling off his arm :) or leading you sit down so you dont get tired :) but ughhh his dumbass smile never wiping off his face because he knows everyone is staring at the two of you ,,just him having a thing for showing you off and it’s the best damn feeling when it’s neither of you trying,, it comes natural with they way the aura is set around you two when you walk into a place and that sets me off,,, And wow,, thank you for coming to my brief brain fart session,, take what i told you today as a topic starter with me

amado: baile/jaripeo

ayyyy hasta pego un grito de los buenos imagining something like this with him :( and maybe it’s just meeee because ive been keeping busy going to these and all ;) but imagining pinshe amado going with you :) bailando to like a banda song or something,(im imagining something like y llegaste tu or something more movidita like ayer la vi por la calle because the vueltas would be more fast paced ya know? and i know only maybe a few people are going to understand what im talking about so im sorry if you’re questioning wtf im even saying right now lol) but anyways i just imagine he would have his arm wrapped around your back and just holding you close to him when he does he vueltas or the small steps to the rhythm ya know? leading you around the steps, :( his other hand is just holding una pinshe chela bien fria+ not me imagining how the thought of him drinking his chela while dancing with you had me in a grip im sorry ,,,, and aughhH its something about that image, and the thought of your steps being in unison and flowing as smooth as possible hmnnnn,,,, him vestido de negro because he knows no other colors,, his shirt slightly opened with that chain he has on showing fff- hair slightly down but with that natural flow he has going on with it, your frame being whisked away by his tall ass, and like the hand thats wrapped around you ocsassionaly going down and resting on top of your ass ay his little gold watch glowing from the sun or something and wow ,, his own little smirk plastered onto his face and all, when he tightens his hold around you his reina AUGH,,,,, all while one of your hands are holding the back of his neck, your other on his shoulder ,, you just letting him lead you away, your own small smile on your face ugh byE, i love that image,,,, the two of you probably even lean in to kiss the other when you want ay,,, lowkey humming the songs too and bye i want this with him

ramon:

yall im so sorry to be in my feelings today but i have been bombarded and read up a lot of nsfw things for ramon lately in this AO and i just lets take a minute to breathe ok you horndogs ,, let me dip my fingers in atleast into these waters slowly again before we go back out into that region once more becauseeeeee i just wanted to voice something on mi niño enamorado because it occurred to me while i was writing this other hc i have in the works and i just, i couldnt help but have the itch to imagine ramon being soft with quality time guys,,, quality time in a relationship is something i see ramon loving to do because he may be rich and seem like the type to be boujee on all his dates which sure,, he might do the first few times with you and all that,, but eventually for him,, to be in the mere presence of you is something he breathes off of and never wants to go without , so let me unroll this out for you all,, because the first thing,,, is the thought of him obviously loving to go out to clubs with you,, i feel as though this has been thoroughly established enough just because of the thought of the two of you being dressed to the ninesss,, hanging off of the other, and dancing up on the other in that close space with the beat of the music surrounding you two,, makes it a whole vibe alright,, and even if you dont want to dance,, the thought of just having you sitting on his lap or right next to him up on the vip section, dressed up but sitting prettily against him as he has an arm wrapped around you is just POETRY, or when youre not with him,, maybe you went to get yourself a drink,, you looking back to wheres he just watching you,, you giving him this soft ass smile and his enamorado ass just flashing you a smile back, eyes lit up with that small glint and all ayy no le da orgullo al cabron that hes the one youre with :))) or in this second example,, having those video game dates :( because we’ve seen that being consistent with him because in s1 he has going crazy on that retro ass game and in s3 he had his little console :( and ughhh i just couldnt help but almost cry at the thought of him wanting to play video games with you as a date :((( the two of you having the loudest but friendly arguments that it echoes around the house as you play against the other,, a shit ton of snacks dispersed all around the floor of the two of you as you both are solely focused on getting the upper hand on the other, smiles on your faces as you both sit next to eachother on the ground probably from how intense it could get,, the two of you probably sabotage the other in a friendly way just to hear the other scream as one of you gets closer to first place ay no i cry at that thought because those are definitely going to be core memories <like even the juniors probably even join in when they come around> :( or even on example #3,,, the thought of having dates over at the others house,, and just cuddled up like,, him laying back with you sitting in between his legs, your back to his chest, curled into him and just watching like ,,,, cartoons :( probably with even more snacks spread out all over the place,,, the volume of the tv damn near filling up the whole house, both of your laughters following after when something happens on the tv, im sorry yall i cry to all of this because its just small moments or even big moments are the biggest thing for him when it comes to you,, doesnt matter as long as hes with you and youre both having fun :(((( se enamora mas mi niño bye (also im totally not listening to ojitos lindos by bad bunny and bawling my eyes out because that is my bebes song that describes what imagine him being for you his nena :((( )

benjamin:

slow mornings yalL SLOW MORNINGSSSSSSS with benjamin,,,,, allow me to sob but explain because i just get so sentimental and soft around this man, i love him and cherish him but wow,,, now i know you all can tell hes a puntual type of man,, hes never late to shit,, hes on time about everything and i just feel like he likes to be busy doing things all the time so much that he never catches a break because then he would have a breakdown if he even just sits back for once so :))) the thought of you being the cause for a slow morning once for him that unravels his want to do them from then on just :( sets me,,,, and while slow mornings with him i can picture things like maybe just the two of you cuddling in bed,, getting breakfast sent up to the two of you as you just bask in eachother presence :(( or something like the two of you watching the other get ready,,, dropping kisses on eachother every time you pass eachother in the bedroom,, him on his part slacking tf off when he watches you simply brush your hair out or just pick out something for the day to wear when youre just wearing his shirt:( because he definitely just stares at you longingly/lovingly and him def coming up behind you to hug you and just kiss you ughh these are most definitely not off the table but for todays focus,, i just want to say something and start us out on how we got to that stage because like dont you dare say to me otherwise that he doesnt sleep without touching some part of you or holding you,,, because the generic type of sleep i see him getting is either when youre sleeping on his chest :( or him spooning you from behind and holding you from when he sleeps and shuts his eyes to until he wakes up and has to go ya know,,, and :( i just imagine him waking up before you,, his hair being a big tangled mess, he would have an arm under you to keep you from rolling off his chest :(,, his other hand might be holding yours thats resting on his chest :( im - him just breathing in a deep breath from where he has his face buried into your hair :(,, giving you a small kiss on the top of your head as he just gives you these soft h e a r t eyes as he stares down at your sleeping form :((( stop no one look at me,, and i just imagine him doing like a deep sigh because he lowkey wouldnt want to leave the bed or you,, :((( but him either way, slightly moving out of bed,, but at the slowest rate possible because he doesnt want to wake you up :((( and ughhh him already feeling bad once he feels your arm tighten around him,, youre doing a long sigh signifying your waking up :( and ay no as soon as you open your eyes youre met with his sorry ones :( and your voice asking him where hes going his ass is already sitting hismelf back down telling you he has to go :( but me and him would be lying if he wouldnt go back in bed with you if you asked him,, and omg, i cant because the way you would quite literally tug him back down,, you groggily looking up at him con esos ojitos :( asking him another 30 minutes wont hurt him,, you bet hes smiling down at you and laying down again :(( not even worrying if those 30 minutes turn into an hour as long as youre happy and keep him in place :((( i just- wow this mf turns into a puddle when it comes to you i dont know

kitty:

now heh i wasnt exactly targeting something exact for him, but i just fell into the mood in wanting to write something for him right now in these blurbs and i just went with what came to mind on the spot which is making out :))) because he def gives off that vibe of wanting to be attached to your lips constantly it’s almost something everyone has to be prepared to walk into when they’re looking for either of you two at some point in time but also because i just want to imagine some soft shit like this where neither of you have to do more other than kissing if you dont feel like it,, its just a way of outing your love for the other by kissing :( a physical thinggg ya know? but either way i imagine the way hes still giving you those ojitos :( , small smile on his face when he leans back away from you just to gaze upon you :( ughh and honestly i wouldn’t be surprised if it’s one of the essential building blocks in your relationship with him im sorry,,, because get this, im just imagining him sitting on the couch, slouched back, with you on top of him :) both of you fully clothed just slightly messy,,, his hands having trouble focusing if they want to rest on your ass or wander up your back, your own hands moving away from his chest :) to hold the side of his face :) the both of you probably having these irresistible smiles as you try to keep kissing the other but instead little breathless giggles keep escaping from the both of you ugh im sorry but :( the thought of him moving one of his hands to cup the side of your face when you both slightly lean away from the other and just stupidly smile as you both look at the other,, a light warmth spreading across both of your faces and cheeks from how close you both were,,, the intimacy of it all making you both go on a high and just want to keep your kissing session going,, him having literal soft he a rt eyes as he just stares up at you :( his other arm securing you even closer to him and his voice coming out lightly and scratchy like “te amo bebe” :(((( bye no one touch me right now

barron: (***nsfw)

now listen up my barron fuckers i was going to do a whole soft blurb type of thing right now for him but i know some of you guys are probably on the edge of hitting me across the face for taking my dandy ass time on his nsfw hc,, so im gving you all a small dose today just to tame some hairs alright? alright cool,, because doggy style? is our topic for today and it just almost screams his name off for me on this topic,, because for one, it’s a rough and dominant vibe that goes along with him just right that it will guarantee to make you lose all common sense and make you sore for the next week but also secondly ,,it gives him a view of being able to see your whole body from behind :) with your ass up in the air :) your hands digging into the material underneath you as youre on all fours :)) him having a death grip on your hips as he pumps into you,,, him def pushing your head back down onto the pillows by tangling his hand into your hair if you start to come up just so he can have that arch for you :)) and ughhh i dont know the thought of you moving one of your hands above you to just grip the sheets as he has you in that position,, your other hand :) coming to lay itself on top of one of his hands on your hip :)) threading your fingers through his and just tightening your grip onto his as he pumps into you in that rough and steady pace ugh,, you :) moving your head to the side and looking over your shoulder at him :) moans spilling past your lips as you scrunch your face together,,, throwing a small smile his way from the way hes making you feel hnnngg,,, omg him leaning his frame over you :)) one of his hands coming to hold your hand thats above your head on the sheets,, his other hand thats threading with yours just guiding you down to touch your swollen clit :) him helping you apply the right amount of pressure that it gets your eyes to roll back as he continues to thrust into you at an angle now,, fuuuc- him biting along that part of your skin where your shoulder meets your neck, just breathing heavily into your ear as your lewd moans continue to come out of you uncontroablly im sorry for this wow

arturo: (***nsfw)

yeeeeeahhhhh :) giving you 3 total arturo fuckers a taste as well because he is a car sex type of beat and im sorry because his pinshes camisas wangas get me , if you know you know,, :)) like you running your hand over his chest underneath hiss shirt as youre on top of him :) neither of you separating from this make out session between the two of you,, the heavy breathing you both would be doing would not help at all but just make the windows fog up,,, him :) struggling to lift this skirt you would be wearing as youre grinding away on top of him with your legs on either side of him,, his groans encouraging you even more and your soft moans only urging him to fumble against you even more :)and hnnnngg i cant at the thought of him bringing his lips away from yours to kiss your chest,, hurriedly moving your top away from your skin just so he can see the way your breasts spill out for him :) his hands moving to cusp your ass and lift your hips up :) letting him slide into you :) him hissing out into you when he feels your nails dig into his chest :) his name rolling of your lips :) when you toss your head back slightly when you feel him bottom out :) wow his grip just roughly kneading your skin,, getting you to lightly grind your hips against his to get you comfortable :) and just slowly building momentum up until he can have you bouncing on top of him :))) him continuing to leave small marks on your chest as he thrusts up into you,,, his eyes constantly looking up at you so he can focus on your face,,, audibly grunting out when he feels the pressure continuing to grow as you palm his chest :) your head tilting back down to look at him as you begin to meet his thrusts halfway :)) your entire face just scrunching up as you start to become more and more desperate and youre not sure if its because of the constant rough pumping of him and the way he just has you fucking yourself on top of him or if its because of the heat kicking up a few notches from both your heavy breathing and movements in such a confined space but either way it has you both holding the other like a damn lifeline that bound to explode any minute and i just - wow

güero:

here i go again with yet another pair-able soft topic for him,,,, god man :/ im sorry but güero and benjamin remind me of eachother so much i sometimes mix up writing ideas/topics of the two of them and i just thought i could share that to see if anyone else can relate to me because for one try and convince me otherwise this man,, mi güerito, mi hector is not the most love blinded soul that there is here,, try and tell me he is not the type of partner that is going to put you above all else simply because he’s that infatuated with you and head over heels twice in love with you,, this mf probably has a whole ass wedding plan ready by the first hour of your first date you ever had with him because he would have that sense of when he’s found his one and only :(( try to sit there and tell me he is not late for the most important or little things just because he was so caught up trying to button up his dress shirt but failing to do so at the end of the bed because you were 2 feet away from him getting ready yourself or brushing your hair out because he stops all and any process he was doing simply because he was off in his own world looking at you with that soft enamorado look in his eyes that his eyes would fucking dilate because they’re cast upon you :( ,,, and if he could he would turn into a mush puddle of himself if you catch him looking and flash him a soft smile through the mirror or look over your shoulder at him and give him heart eyes back because i shake at the overwhelming feeling he would feel at that moment because his favorite person, el amor de su vida loves him back the same way he does and that makes his love for you grow every damn day :((( please convince me that he isn’t the type that when you walk into the room while he’s negotiating or talking with some of the guys about the business that he totally doesn’t just forget the conversation at hand,, let his thoughts run off into emptiness and simply just let his eyes zone in on you because you take his breath away it physically hurts his heart to tear his eyes away from you,, his tesoro de su vida :( or that he won’t just drop whatever conversation or task at hand whenever he hears you call his name out because if he’s going to listen to you and help you with whatever problem or question you have, he should give you his 101% attention with that soft low voice of his going “aqui estoy, que paso mi amor” while bringing his hand out to hold yours and guide you towards him so you stand in between his legs :(((,, allowing you the option of you want to sit on his lap so he can wrap his arm around you,, the everlasting longing look in his face if you reach your other hand out and caress the side of his face omg it would make him feel like you gave him the literal tierra y mar to make a planet out of love for you and i crY i absolutely literally bawl to him ayy no GÜEY CALLENSE ill stop here because i have a feeling i could go on for a good hot hour if i continue for my soft bebe :(

miguel angel:

mmmm this man too,, it’s been a hot minute since ive acknowledged him and it’s only because recently i saw an old gif set of him,, and i just couldn’t help but feel incapacitated because i saw that teasing glint in his eyes that he sometimes has and aughh,,,, so for todays focus i wanted to zero in on reassurance because this man would lowkey be a whore for it since he has so many walls built around him, but also because there’s a lot of ways this can go about and i feel vulnerable just thinking about it with him,,, like on exhibit a . i can imagine this going down when he’s doing those business meetings but over dinner type of setting you know? like it could be him stressing over it, or him on the edge of lashing out over some dumb shit his business partner just slipped out,, but i just imagine you :( discreetly moving your hand under the table, gently placing your hand on his thigh or even moving to hold his hand on top of the table like it’s a normal pda thing but for him it’s everything,, but either way when it comes from you it has this calm manner that you wash over him that it just automatically makes his temper go away and be at ease because youre right there with him acting like his personal rock, something I’ve always connected with him when he’s in a relationship :( and this would be one of those examples :( because i just imagine him letting his physical tension go away at that second and glance over at you and it’s like everything wrong just goes away in that second :( i dont know man i just im soft for that type of feeling :( or take exhibit b. as another way i can see this, like you know those times where we sometimes see him panicking before he has to do some big negotiation that could change the business ? yeah , i can just picture something where he’s just waiting for the seconds that feel like hours to him , to count down until he has to leave, but he’s already dressed up but he wouldn’t have his suit jacket on because he feels like the room is burning up, and it’s just so much stress that his collar of his shirt is untucked, his previously slicked back hair is slowly coming out of place, him pacing back and forth, probably muttering so much nonsense inside his head he doesn’t even notice that you walked in the room 5 minutes ago and have been staring him down, slightly worried :( and it’s not until you actually walk up to him, saying his name a bit louder while you place a hand on his shoulder to get him to stop moving that he actually comes back down to earth at that moment :( you seeing this slight panic and vulnerable look in his eyes as you smooth the worry lines over his face :( and just ,,, you giving him. this soft reassuring smile as like a quiet signal for him to blurt out whatever is on his mind (acting like his fucking rock im telling you) :( and youre just fixing him up again, straightening his shirt to look as sharp as ever, smoothing back his hair as you just listen to him and give him some slight encouragement that there’s nothing to worry about :( he’s just overthinking shit and omg i cant because i just imagine this soft loving ass look he’s shooting you with when he hears your soft voice speak back to him, fixing him up better than ever and you don’t even know, you have not a single clue just how much your apoyo and even just the small little things you do help him in more ways than one and just :( you give him the need to push but also be the person for him to let his worries out to with no shame and just breathe for once and i just i love that im sorry yall

enedina:

hahaaa surprise yallll, i actaully decided and braved up to write some words for her today and I’m going to see for the first time if it all works out, so naturally for me so i can feel comfortable and build up from here, we’ll start small, and i wanted to begin with something similar like miguel angel, but platonically and sibling-like for mi reina today,, because oooO the thought of being siblings and having this special bond with her put me in a mood, because when i think of you being siblings with her and how she carries herself,, she definitely ends up reflecting all of that attitude and confidence down onto you,, who she looks at like her hermanita/o no matter what age you reach,, you will always be her bebe who she looks over but makes her right hand man in anything and everything,, so getting quite to the point and cutting things briefly before i make a whole ass essay on being siblings with dina and what adventures that brings i want to set some examples because what does being her right hand mean? what does being her person to lay back on and talk about everything that comes to mind with? :( not only does it mean the two do you are always around eachother like a package duo,,, but it means that she’s always talking aloud everything to you, no matter if it’s the business, what she did last night, or the most random shit but she’s always speaking freely to you and you right back at her :( *special bonding moment sorry* and im sorry to take quite a turn here, :((( but :( that scene where she’s just absolutely devastated when she lost claudio :( not talking to anyone at all :( it doesn’t mean she shuts you out :( because :( you know how i said that her personality def rubbed off on you ? :( it means youre quite fuckkng stubborn when it comes down to shit like this with her,,, that youre the only one she actually lets in :( like I’m imagining you sneaking into her room in the early morning after it all happened :( giving her the tightest hug :( and just letting her break down into you :( and like you know when she’s watching her wedding tape back again? and she’s crying :( i imagine she would be laying her head in your lap :( hugging you :( while she has your arms wrapped around her, just quietly comforting her :( being her rock :( and it just feels like a refresher almost because she knows she doesn’t have to talk at all with you, because you would know her so well, and know how to comfort her at the right temperature until she’s ready :( and ughhh yeah :( i dont know :(

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doobiebochana · 2 years

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yes, him, again.. deal with it 💆🏻‍♀️

[forgive the spanish I am LEARNING AJDJE)

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🎥 : Amado Carillo Fuentes (José María Yazpik) Narcos Mexico (2018-2021)

🎶: Mind Games by Sickick

sc: @mmasalva

ac: @stereoaudios on ig

#narcos #narcos edit #narcos mexico #narcos mexico edit #tragiecedits #amado carrillo fuentes x reader #amado carrillo imagine #amado carrillo fuentes #narcos amado fic #hot edit #fypppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp #so hot 🔥🔥🔥

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catchallfangirl · 1 month

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March Fic Madness 2024 Part II

@the-blind-assassin-12's March Fic Madness challenge to reblog 63 fics/masterlists/ect... (the same number of games in the March Madness Basketball tournament) in the month of March.

Total MarchFicMadness24 reblogs: 82

I've organized everything by character | Part I

Dieter Bravo

The Day Before was Always Difficult by @nerdieforpedro

A Ghost of You (Whole Series) by @wannab-urs

Marcus Moreno

If It Wasn't for the Nights by @simpingcowboy

Fake Dating Drabble by @toomanystoriessolittletime

Tim Rockford

Moss by @5oh5

Oberyn Martell

Days in the Sun by @justagalwhowrites

Little Lion by @janaispunk

Given a Name by @missredherring

Lucien Flores

Hungry Eyes by @missredherring

I Was Fixed on Your Hand of Gold by @freelancearsonist

Take Me Higher by @seventeenpins

Pero Tovar

Innocence Need Not Tremble by @brandyllyn

Cross Over Events (Two or More Pedro boys)

Javier Peña & Dieter BravoGood Boy by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Javier Peña & Joel Miller Mejor Sin Ti by @fhatbhabie

Master Lists

Bodies by @morallyinept A Collection of Pedro Boy & Real Body Reader One Shots

Designated Person by @whatsnewalycat when posting bail for Frankie Morales, your former employer and former lover, you unwittingly designate yourself as his third party custodian during his pre-trial release.

Javi's Having a Baby by @jedifarmerr Sequel series to When Javier Met...

Non Pedro Fics

Boba Fett Toys Don't Talk by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Poe Dameron Just Look at You, Baby by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Amado Carillo Fuentes By Proxy by @cositapreciosa

John Price Take Care, Darling by @price--wife (deactivated/deleted)

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mmasalva · 1 year

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SONG: La Camisa Negra — Juanes

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

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senoramadofuentes · 2 years

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Amado Ch. 2

In NO WAY am I romanticizing the actual Amado Carillo Fuentes, this is all based on the Netflix Character played by Jose Maria Yazpik.

Minors DNI!

The story starts right before Felix got arrested by the DEA

Amado Ch. 1

It had been a month since you had last seen or heard from Amado. It stung even more when Valeria would come to you and ask you if you had spoken to him. He was busy was all the explanation she could offer, a lie she heard from Vicente you guess. You rack your brains thinking of what could have happened from the time you met him to the time you fell asleep in his bed. Yes you had left early in the morning but you also left a note explaining why. Maybe you were too uptight, Valeria did tell you to let loose and not be soo strict on yourself or any potential lovers. Maybe that rubbed him off and the many women you assumed he was flirting with during his birthday party were better suitors. It did suck having to be this way, but you couldn’t let yourself get into the same situation that you found yourself in with your ex husband.

However this weekend, you were going to enjoy your time. Valeria was asked to sing at a launch for a new museum show in the city and you were one of her plus ones. You had stopped asking her about Amado after the second week and assumed the man wouldn’t be in attendance but Vici would be. The outcome was good, there were a lot of people, not so much that you couldn’t see the other side of the room, but a nice crowd. You smile when you hear Valeria’s voice through the speakers as you at art pieces. You look down at your watch to get the time, Vicente had yet to arrive and you hoped he would soon because the museum was set to close within the next 2 hours.

When you move from the paintings to the sculpture exhibit, the room was relatively empty because most of the guests were listening to a panel of the artists speak. You hold your breath when you hear that familiar gait walking up towards you. You don’t even move a muscle pretending to be really into the roman like sculpture that you were currently looking at. When he stopped right next to you, the cologne confirmed that it was him. Just as you were getting him out of your system here he comes sauntering back into your life like he had a right to be there. You secretly thank yourself for the hairstyle you chose to wear, big curls that cover your peripheral line of sight, easy for you to pretend you don’t really know anyone is near you. You went for an old Hollywood glam look, long gown, red lips, and big hair. Both of you say nothing and you side step pretending to circle the sculpture.

“Y/N” he calls your name softly. It was music to your ears and ugh, you hated it.

You turn around and fake surprise “Amado!” You smile. He smiles back and God did you miss that smile. He wore all black with his leather jacket. “Como estas?”

“Estoy bien, ¿y tu?”

“Bien” you respond curtly, turning your attention back to the sculpture.

He felt a prick in his heart, when you didn’t open your arms for a hug but he knew he could smooth things over. For the month that he had been m.i.a he was simply doing a background check on you. Making sure the things that you told him matched up. He was able to find court records of your divorce that explicitly went into detail about the abuse you experienced at the hands of your then husband. Your ex husband was indeed a low ranking PRI member at the time that easily got dismissed after the scandal of your divorce got to high ranking members. In retaliation he did burn down your house which ended him in jail for 2 years. You had to work your way up, taking buses, working low paying jobs until you could finally get on your feet. Currently you work as a manager at an American company based in Mexico city. You did speak 3 languages (Spanish, French, and English) and you were not just telling him phrases you learned. As well as being a part time language tutor for American families. However the most interesting was your family ties. You definitely didn’t talk to your family at all, and Amado was in sort of a business relationship with your dad. You mentioned him but in more of a you guys don’t talk about falling out due to the divorce thing. All the other details came from Valeria, he was mad that you were divorcing your husband, somehow he managed to rub shoulders with the PRI members and gain benefits from them. Yes you kind of were a nepotism baby but not as much as your older brother. Your dad got him a job at a firm from his connections, but he got fired from that job, and your dad found him another, however he was constantly in and out of jail, drunk driving, fighting, drugs, you name it he was always in trouble. Still living with your parents expecting them to bail him out which they always did. So your resentment of being born a woman was not something he could fault you for.

“You look nice” you compliment him

He looked down at his attire “thanks” but you really meant his slicked back hair. You smiled and moved onto the next sculpture with him close behind. When he didn’t say anything you turned to face him. “Why are you here?”

“He venido a apoyar a Vali (I came to support Vali)” You nod accepting his explanation. No way were you going to read more into that, if it was Vali that he was here to support then so be it.

You were just as beautiful as he could remember and he was determined to make you his and make it known to you just how much he cared for you. But as he was standing in front of you trying to come up with a reason he had basically disappeared from you for a month, he couldn’t think of anything that would suffice, that wouldn’t raise your concerns for why he was spying on you even though he was confident about what he was going to say to you.

He hated how you could always have him tongue tied. “¿Qué vas a hacer después de esto? (What are you doing after this?)” He blurts out after moments of silence.

You turn to look at him “Vali y yo vamos a cenar. (Vali and I are going to dinner)” You say moving around the exhibit

Now he had to figure out a way to separate you two, because not only was Vicente going to be there but his other sicarios as well.

You give him a look, if you didn’t know better he looked nervous and that was odd. Amado was always calm, cool and collected. He did look calm, cool and collected now, just seemed like he was thinking about a million things at once.

Before you could stop yourself you ask “Did you have something in mind?” Why did you do that? You could kick yourself into next year for extending an olive branch. He smiled and you can almost see the relief in his shoulders as they dropped a little. “En realidad quería llevarte a cenar (I actually wanted to take you out to dinner)”

You offer a smile and go into the next exhibit. He doesn’t say much else, making small comments about the exhibits, till you both end up in the back of a crowd where people were listening to Valeria. You both grab a flute of champagne and raise your glasses as a toast to each other. When Valeria stopped you had walked away talking to one of the artists.

“Thank you for coming Amado” She spoke as she hugged him

“I told you I would be here” “Almost got me in trouble with Y/N” she pinched his arm

“AY!” Amado squeaked moving away from her

“Did you like it Vici?”

“Suenas como un ángel (you sound like an angel)” He complimented

“¿Has visto el cuadro de Y/N? (Have you seen Y/N’s painting)” she asked looking at you to make sure you weren’t privy to what she was doing. That was your little secret, the other way you made money.

“El cuadro?” “Si!” she grabbed the pamphlet from Amado and pointed to a painting. Amado thinks back to how he watched you from afar, how you had taken your time to look at each painting carefully but this one you just walked by quickly.

“No es de extrañar que Vici os llame los artistas de Juárez (No wonder Vici calls you two the artists of Juarez)”

She grabbed the pamphlet “put it away she’s coming!”

“You did great!” you say while hugging her “Thanks, Amado is here!” She says joyfully motioning towards him in a ‘tada’ type of manner.

You give her a look indicating you knew she was lying “Yo se”

She grabbed your shoulders “¡Amado, ella estaba preocupada por ti! Dónde está amado? Estoy preocupado! (Amado, she was worried about you, Where is Amado? I am worried!)”

You roll your eyes “ella está mintiendo (she’s lying)” Amado smirks and looks you up and down and you turn to look away not wanting him to see you blush.

At dinner you both sit across from each other, you drinking wine while he drinks whisky. “I’ve been thinking about what you said” “What did I say?” you ask

“You want me”

You shrug “Oh, if it’s too much of an ask then don’t worry about it”

“That’s not it Y/N” “So what is the issue?” He leans in, “Why did you ask for me?” “What am I supposed to ask for?” He remained silent thinking for an answer “Most women would ask for some money, purse, shoes, clothes” he waved his hand “That type of thing” “Amado no soy la mayoría de las mujeres (Amado, I am not most women)” He smirks “Yo se” “If I wanted power and status, I would have gone out with the many PRI deputies who keep trying to date me.” He rubbed his temple. “What are you worried about?” He opened his mouth to respond but closed it right away. “Más excusas? (anymore excuses?)”

He shook his head and scoffed

“Amado no te pido que descifres jeroglíficos. Mi petición es simple todo lo que quiero es a ti, el casi siempre bueno, a veces malo, raramente peor, tú. (Amado I’m not asking you to decipher hieroglyphics. My ask is simple all I want is you, the mostly good, sometimes bad, rarely worse, you.)” you say getting frustrated with his excuses.

“Yo se” “¿Cuál es tu problema? (What is the problem?)” “Are you sure that’s all you want?” “Yes! Do you want me to be with you for material things or just you?” He smiled “Me” You sigh and take a sip of your drink “It’s okay, if you feel like I am asking for a lot I get it I won’t hold that against you”

“Quiero estar contigo Y/N” he leans over and grabs your hand to caress. You take a deep breath and let him speak. “Este mes lejos de ti, sólo me hizo extrañarte más, más de lo que admitiré (This month away from you only made me miss you more, more than I will admit.)” you smile at him, and place your other hand into his. Maybe Amado was like you, in a way that he had a hard time letting go of control and letting the pieces fall where they may.

“Amado, El amor es difícil, pero puede ser lo más gratificante de experimentar. (Amado love is hard, but it can be the most rewarding thing to experience)” “I know”

“What’s holding you back?” “I don’t want to hurt you” he speaks thinking of his ex wife and daughter, people he had yet to tell you about.

You give him a sympathetic look “Then do everything in your power to not do so”

He smiled and leaned back in his chair. Food came and you both ate in silence, both of you absentmindedly thinking of everything that has transpired between you two.

“¿Quieres un postre?” the waiter asked as he took the dinner plates from you .

“Si!” you answer

“Si sólo me quieres a mí, entonces te daré a mí (if it’s only me that you want, then I will give you me)” he smiles after he finishes his statement. The joy that takes over your face is all that he needs to see to know he made the right decision. He extends his hand for you to shake “Trato?”

You look down at the hand and back at him “No soy tu socio comercial (I am not your business partner)”

He smirks and rubs the back of your hand. You smile at him as you tease him with how you lick the ice cream off the spoon.

“Tienes que mudarte conmigo para mantenerte segura (You have to move in with me, to keep you safe)”

“Pero mi apartamento (But my apartment)” He interrupts you “but your apartment will always be there your safety is now my number one priority” When he notices your reservation he tells you to think about it and get back to him soon. The rest of the night he showers you with compliments and love phrases. During your ride home, you stop to think about what you actually get yourself into. Dating a drug trafficker? Of course you had to move in with him! Things were getting more violent. It was impossible for you to be safe in your apartment.

The car stopped at your apartment building, bringing you back to reality. Amado softly grabbed your face and leaned in for a soft kiss, always ending it with butterfly kisses. When you pull away you look up at him, you have that drunken smile that he loved to look at.

“Dime, nena”

“Necesito dos días” he was confused for a second before he smiled, you agreed. “Y dile a tus conductores que no lleguen tarde (and tell your drivers to not be late)” you open the door

“Sólo ropa y documentos importantes (only clothes and important documents)” You giggle and step out “Buenas noches Amado” “Sólo ropa y documentos importantes!” He insisted You blow him a kiss and sashay your way into the building.

He chuckles as he watches you walk in “Esta maldita mujer sera mi muerte (this woman will be the death of me)”

A/N: Please tell me what you think.

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mrs-stardustt · 1 year

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dating Amado Carrillo Fuentes (1/?)

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

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

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

hope you enjoy this one,

have fun indulging my delusions babesss

TW: NSFW (18+), implied fem reader

gif credit: @nomoregoldfish

god this mannnn

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

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

but once he met you oh boyyyyy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

buuuuuut, he’s no intenso

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

he will most likely embarrassed himself at some point tho

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

possessive amado enters the chat

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

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

he is a old fashion romántico

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BUT IN PRIVATE??? jesus fucking christ

when i say this man is romantic???

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

FOREHEAD KISSES OMG all. the. fucking. time.

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

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

he just lives to make you feel goooood mija

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

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

but not everything is perfeeeect:(

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

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

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

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

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

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

but don’t worryyyyyy

all is fine babe

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

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

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

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

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

AYyy NO, i’m so soft for him:((((

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

NSFW part:

BIGGEST TEASE OF ALL TIME

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

and he takes avantage of that, you better believe that

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

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

needless to say that he is a gentle soft dom

there I say it, idc

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

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

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

such a brat tamer energy lol

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

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

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

and on the side of the blowjobssss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

not an exhibitionist but loooooves to tease you in public lol

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

KING OF AFTERCARE

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

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

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narcolini · 2 years

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in the business

amado x pacho sister!reader, 2044 words, very very mild spice

request: Pacho has a little sister and she’s been sneaking around with Amado for a while, until Pacho finally finds out, from @purplesong1028

a/n: usual note about characters not real people <3

Your head hurts, no, your brain. It aches, swells, beats at your skull like a caged animal. You hadn’t even drank that much, really. It’ll just be from the late night, or early morning, rather. You hadn’t gotten back until, well, you check the clock, half an hour ago. Eight in the morning. You could have had more of a lie in, enjoyed the queen sized bed you’d ended up in, but you wanted to at least pretend you’d been home for some portion of the night. You’d got in, wiped the smell of booze and aftershave from your skin, slipped into your bed clothes and planted yourself in the kitchen.

It was a good plan. Was, being the key word, because now it had failed.

The second you begin to make yourself a coffee, you hear him. Always the voice before the footsteps. How a man like that manages to shuffle about unnoticed, is beyond you.

‘You made it home, then,’ he says, from close enough behind you to smell his deodorant. Though, it’s so generously applied, you could probably smell him across a soccer pitch.

‘Doesn’t your shift start after my brother wakes up, Navegente?’

You glance over your shoulder, catching him shrug. He’s probably been up and stalking the house since dawn.

‘I saw you, you know,’ he says.

You ignore him. Coffee in the cup, cream, sugar. He continues.

‘Getting out of his car.’

‘Would you like a prize?’ You turn and step around him. ‘It’s your job to keep watch, tonto.’

You know he’s smirking, because of course he is. You don’t do him the grace of looking. ‘Thought I would warn you,’ he says, ‘it might not be me who see’s you next time.’

Except it’s always him, because he’s always fucking there.

——

The first few times you’d seen Amado, it had been fun without consequences. Sneaking about with the Lord of the Skies, with your brother’s business partner, it was enough to make you feel like a teenager again. Irresponsible. Free. He wasn’t often in Colombia, so it made it easier to overlook the complications. Like stopping at a bar for a drink, like placing bets on a horse, it didn’t matter once you’d left again. Or rather, once he had left. The vices couldn’t follow you home if they flew back to Mexico every time.

But then, he’d started to get worried about it, whiny, really. This time, you hadn’t even made it out of the club before he’d mentioned Pacho’s name.

‘You aren’t going to tell him?’ he asked.

‘I haven’t decided.’ You’d settled into his lap, grateful for the privacy of the booth, and brushed his hair back to consider his face. Older than yours, but handsome despite, and because of— you liked the experience that sat in his features, the knowledge in his eyes. Even when he was asking stupid questions. ’I need to work out if you’re worth keeping first,’ you’d told him. ‘No need to start a family argument over something that might be temporary.’

‘That’s what you’re doing?’ He laughed once. ‘What? Is this an experiment or something, mija?’

You’d hummed a yes, curling the sound up with a smile. ‘So, you better make this worthwhile, Amado. You’ve been gone a long time.’

His brows went up, surprised, but not discouraged. ‘You think I should thank you for waiting?’

You considered nodding, but then shook your head, no, at the last moment. ‘You should be grateful I did.’ There were plenty of others you could have passed your time with, he knew that.

‘Stay with me, then. Tonight.’ His hands slid up your spine. ‘I have a hotel, a nice one.’

‘Room for two?’ You’d asked, knowing the answer, knowing your choice already.

He smiled, his voice as intoxicating as liquor, ‘Para una reina, of course.’

——

You’d fallen asleep on one of the benches by the pool. When you woke up, your cheek was so warm from the sun it could’ve been burnt, but all that had really happened, was your headache had gotten worse.

Now, you’re back in the kitchen nursing the only fruit you can find, hoping the fresh orange could somehow revive you. It would be easier if you used the family merchandise. One line would have you awake and clear from the lingering effects of your night with Amado, but you won’t touch the stuff. You took Pacho’s word for gospel, that it isn’t worth wasting ‘that pretty nose your mother gave you’. He had met your mother, you hadn’t, so you had no choice but to believe him. You’d both been given your stark honesty from the parent you did share, after all.

There’s no greeting when Pacho finally emerges and joins you in the breakfast space. One moment you’re alone, the next, he’s there, talking over your head while he goes about his usual routine. If you weren’t upright and chewing, you might’ve guessed you’d drifted off again.

‘You didn’t come home last night,’ he comments, passing behind you to reach the coffee machine. He isn’t dressed but wrapped in a robe, plush white, soft like a housewife’s. It’s past noon now. He’s hardly the image of sanctity himself.

‘Who’s keeping track?’ You answer and drop your head back over the chair, putting him upside-down as if he’s standing on the ceiling. ‘You didn’t have an early night either.’

‘I was working.’

Your head spins, so you return to looking at the sliced orange in front of you. The segment you're holding leaks juice into your palm and down your wrist. You watch it bead against the skin. ‘And I had plans,’ you say. Plans that had begun the moment Amado’s work had finished, the second he was available and away from meetings at last. ‘You may be older, hermano, but you aren’t Dad.’

He says nothing, but you can guess that he’s clenching his jaw, tilting his head, and thinking, yeah, lucky for you, I’m not.

‘You don’t have to watch me,’ you tell him.

‘I try not to.’ He brings himself to the table, coffee cup and saucer held before him. When he sets them down, your stomach drops. Now is where the real interrogation begins; this is a court room, that’s his gavel, and you are, unbeknownst to him, guilty as fucking charged. ‘Navegente says you sent Raúl away. That you insisted he didn’t wait for you.’ He doesn’t look at you. Instead, he leans back in his seat, puts one leg over the other, and fusses with the tie of his robe until its laid flat on his knee. He’s taking his time on purpose. ‘Why?’ he asks.

‘What?’ You laugh. ‘You only just wake up and already you’re questioning me?’

He waits. You’re forced to answer just to kill the silence.

‘I didn’t need him.’ You put the orange piece into your mouth and talk around it. ‘It was safe enough.’

‘Safe enough,’ he repeats, tutting afterward. ‘Raúl is there for a reason, hermanita.’

‘Well,’ you allow yourself a smirk, ‘do you invite Navegente to accompany you on dates?’

He squints slightly, assessing the lie, you imagine. ‘A date?’

‘Mhm. Am I supposed to ask for permission first?’

A pause. ‘That depends on your taste in men.’

——

‘He’ll kill us.’

You’d made it back to Amado’s hotel, and he was still talking about it. Still fucking agonising over it. Even when you tugged at his shirt, button by button, even when you put his hands where they should have been already: fingers spread, palms to your ass.

‘No, he’ll kill me,’ he corrected.

‘He won’t,’ you stressed, reminding him again that it didn’t matter, wouldn’t matter, because Pacho didn’t know. ‘If it bothers you that much, I won’t even tell him I’m dating someone.’

'C’mon,’ he sighed, and attempted to sound soft despite the command, ‘get serious, eh? You think he won’t work it out? Doesn’t notice you sneaking around every time I’m in Cali, amor?’

‘Are you really that much of a coward, Amado? Why do you care so much?’

‘Para mi negocio,’ he shrugged, ‘I have to—‘

You’d rolled your eyes and pulled away before he could finish. Your hand had lingered long enough on his throat to make him reconsider the argument—you saw it on his face—but then he took your elbows and dipped his gaze to meet yours. Not in the sexy, passionate way, but in the patronising manner you hated from him. The croon of his voice just pissed you off. He only adopted it when he wanted to convince you of something, when you were meant to see him as the smarter person and comply.

‘The more we see each other, mija, the worse it gets.’

Kill me, he’d said, cut me off, he’d meant. If Pacho found out, Amado could have to kiss his supply chain goodbye.

‘You know, maybe you should tell him,’ you’d said, half-joking, ‘he’s your friend, no?’

The scoff had flown out of him. ‘Wey, I mean that little to you?’ He laughed, smile ghosting his lips as he spoke, ‘Buenos socios, sí, but good business doesn’t usually include sleeping with the sister.’

You’d walked your fingers up his chest. ‘Do I need to remind you,’ you drawled, ‘who asked who?’

——

Pacho’s nostrils flare. He taps a finger to the table, one, two, the sound sharp and irritating despite the smooth finish of his nail, three.

‘Qué quieres, Pachito?’ You peel another segment from the orange skin and feign a sigh. ‘Dime ya, hm? I’m tired.’

‘You don’t hide things, hermana.’

‘No,’ you agree, ‘I have no reason to.’

You see his chin drop in your peripheral. He’s back to looking at the end of his robe-belt, picking at the thread like it interests him. He pouts, lifts his shoulders slightly, sucks a tut through his teeth like he’s disappointed. ‘I wanted to give you the chance to tell me yourself.’

You pause, then force yourself to finish the mouthful. The orange sours in your throat.

‘Navegente is less secretive than you,’ he continues. When he laughs, it forces a flush of embarrassment to your cheeks. ‘Amado?’ he says. ‘Really?’

‘Fucking chismoso,’ you curse, not bothering to hide it under your breath. You’re out in the open then, not as subtle as you thought you were, thanks to that freak with the smirk. ‘I’m an adult, Pacho.'

He shrugs, lifts a hand to show that he’s unbothered, he knows, he isn’t disputing that.

‘So, what now?’ You laugh and it feels manic, on edge with nerves you’re trying to hide. You’d never thought this far in advance. ‘You forbid me from seeing him?’

You note something close to amusement behind his eyes. But again, he makes you wait, leaning forward to drink from his cup. Once it’s set down, he shakes his head and says, ‘No. I invited him to lunch with us.’

‘Qué?’ you balk. ‘Here?’

He nods. You feel your heart drop; through you, through the chair. It may as well have slapped onto the kitchen tile beneath. You had never wanted to tell him about your involvement with Amado, partly because it felt like a wrongdoing, like a disruption to their arrangement that could never be allowed to exist. A betrayal to your brother, too. But there was also a part of you that had liked keeping them separate, that had enjoyed having the excuse of secrecy to limit what the relationship could be. You could hardly avoid that conversation now that Pacho knows, and Amado is about to find out.

‘Why would you do that?’ you demand. To embarrass you, to confront the both of you at once? The thought alone of the two of them in the same room as you is punishment in itself, never mind what it would actually entail. ‘No es serio, Pacho, you know how it is.’

‘Do I?’ He breathes a laugh, pushing it through his nose. Whatever the joke is, you missed it, and he has no intention of expanding. He stands at once, straight and tall over you. ‘Then you can tell him that,’ he says. ‘He’ll be here soon.’

‘Fuck.’ You sit back, hands falling limp into your lap. Fuck.

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Walls Closing In

Day 20 of Narcoctober- Create a fanwork about a character getting exactly what they need from someone unexpected

Character(s): Amado Carrillo Fuentes x Reader

CW: claustrophobia

WC: 552

A/N: A lil Amado ficlet, mwah bbs.

“You’re braver than you think.”

Your head snaps back, unaware that you were not alone as you looked out at the night sky on the balcony. Your stomach settles when you realize it’s your client, Amado. You turn back around and roll your eyes as you register his statement.

“It wasn’t bravery so much as it was either fight or flight.”

Amado shrugs as he joins your leaned figure on the railing, “And alas, you made the decision to take flight, even though you hate tunnels.”

It wasn’t so much as you hate tunnels so much as you hated the feeling of the walls closing in on you. Your claustrophobia was clinically dreadful and having to escape across the border through underground channels was one of your worst nightmares. You had found out only minutes before that there were feds on their way to one of Amado’s properties for a search and seizure. You couldn’t so much as defend your client if you were in jail yourself for being in that same location that was infested with contraband and illegal arms.

Amado and his entourage were self-assured in their decision to flee through the underground tunnels and though he probably would’ve dragged you down there had you resisted much more than you already had, those steps to escape were heavy like lead. You had vertigo about as soon as you had entered the tunnel and found yourself barely breathing and drenched in sweat by the time you came up for air.

Now, you found yourself on another one of the man’s probably dozen properties enjoying the liberty that came with free air and no walls.

“I’m sorry I put you in this position.”

It’s probably the first time in a long time he’s ever expressed regret and definitely the first time he’s ever apologized to you. Your client-attorney privilege was usually cold and emotionless. Amado declared orders and sniped his irritation without an ounce of decorum. You, giving as good as you got, made snide remarks and regularly insinuated that he was not a smart person. Your entire career consisted of dealing with professional criminals and it was the same with your life even before that due to being raised by a money launderer and conwoman. It gave you a fearless disposition when working with such dangerous men, something Amado found amusing given how scared you were of small spaces.

Still, his apology is sincere and you take it as it is instead of throwing back a snarky response.

You don’t say “it’s fine,” because it’s not, but you nod at his earnestness.

A beat passes and he speaks again, “I had someone bring clothes and necessities to your guest room. We’ll probably need to lay low for a few days. And you’re to let someone know if you need anything that’s not already available in the house.”

He walks away, heading back into the main room of the property. His last words to you before closing the sliding doors is “good night.”

Before he had walked out here, you had relegated yourself to sleeping out here on the balcony, too pinned up to want to sleep in the confines of four walls. Alas, there's something in the mix of his sincere words and emotionless orders that's hauling your tired body inside.

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Small World

Amado Carrillo Fuentes x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 14 of the August Prompts: airplane

Warnings: alcohol, brief mentions of bruises

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: Bold of me to sit down and write this Amado fic like I know what the fuck I’m doin when I, in fact, have no fucking clue what I’m doing. 😂 I had a good time though and that’s what matters lmao. Unbeta’d and unedited because I thrive on chaos. Hope y’all enjoy! Also, shout-out to @narcolini for the encouragement. 💖

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In and out. Every single day, in and out. Not like clockwork, necessarily. There was no consistency to the times in which he would come and go. It was usually late, on both fronts. Leaving late in the morning, coming back late in the evening. He never stopped to try and make conversation, but then again, why would he?

He certainly piqued your interest, though. Despite the fact that the two of you hadn’t exchanged so much as a single word with each other, whenever you saw him coming or going, you found yourself building out elaborate lives for him in your head. All of them were wildly inaccurate, you were certain, but you didn’t particularly care. He was easy to project your musings onto, this quiet man who either washed the same set of clothes every night or packed about a dozen of the same shirt and pants. All black, always, which you thought was a curious choice given the heat and heaviness of the air in Colombia these days, but he didn’t seem fazed by it. He carried himself like a man who wasn’t fazed by much at all, let alone the weather.

It was late, once again, when the hotel door swung open and he strode in. You glanced up from the paperwork in front of you, watching him from behind the safety of the reception desk. You tried not to stare too long, or at least too obviously. However the fact that he walked in wearing his darkly tinted shades despite the late hour was curious to you—it was different. You stared a little longer as you mulled over the detail.

You must’ve stared a beat too long, been just a little too obvious about it this time. He was heading for the stairway when he paused, turning and looking at you. You couldn’t see exactly where he was looking because of his sunglasses, but you were the only one behind the desk, and the cheap art on the wall behind you definitely wasn’t interesting enough to stop him from going to his room for the night. It was too late to try and make it seem like you hadn’t been staring. Trying to quickly avert your eyes would only make it more obvious and uncomfortable. So you didn’t waver, holding his gaze as though you could see him through the tiny of his aviators. You weren’t sure if you were expecting some sort of slick comment about your staring, or if he was just going to stretch the moment out for another second longer before carrying on like it hadn’t happened at all.

Your hands fidgeted with the pen that you were holding, but you didn’t speak, didn’t break eye contact. For some reason you didn’t want to be the one that ended the interaction, if you could even call it that at this point.

“Sí?” he sounded exhausted, but exactly like what you had pictured in your head.

Your eyes widened slightly, not sure what you were supposed to be saying in response. You didn’t want to open the conversation with, “I’ve been watching you come and go from this hotel for a week because you stick out like a sore thumb who only owns one outfit and now you stick out even more because you’re wearing sunglasses at 10pm and also indoors,” so you froze up. You gave a slight shake of your head, “Nada. Lo siento,” you offered a weak smile, “Buenas noches.”

He took a step towards the desk, and you desperately wished he would take the goddamn glasses off. There was so much of his expression that you were missing, not being able to see his eyes. The rest of his features stayed so neutral, you had absolutely nothing to go off of. One hand rested on his belt buckle as he took another step, his tongue darting out across his bottom lip like he was getting ready to say something. You were more than ready to hear it, until the phone in front of you started ringing, the sound more obnoxious than usual when it was interrupting something like that.

You let out a shaky sigh, flashing the man an apologetic look before reaching and picking the phone up off of the receiver. You could feel yourself changing the usual tone of your voice for the sake of the interaction, wanting to sound as sweet and welcoming and palatable as possible for whoever might be on the other end of the line.

The conversation took just long enough to make the man in front of you walk away. You silently cursed the customer on the other end of the line, as though they had done it on purpose. You were half-listening to what they were saying, scribbling down their information so you could get everything set up for their arrival. Your eyes darted back and forth between the pad of paper in front of you, and the man who was now retreating up the stairs. You felt yourself frowning as he disappeared from sight again, not sparing another glance at you. You sighed as you finished copying the information down, your only relief coming from the fact that the person who was coming in to relieve you for the night finally decided to show up.

You handed her the slip of paper, “They’ll be here soon—make sure their room is set up.”

She took the paper, smiling, “I will. Have a good night.”

You quickly grabbed your things and walked out from behind the desk. You lingered by the door, glancing up the stairs for a moment before shaking your head at yourself and leaving, off to get what little sleep you would be able to manage.

It was late the next morning when you found yourself behind the desk again. The lobby was bright now, sunlight coming in through the large windows on the front of the building. You could see the streets starting to come to life as everyone made their way around town.

You hadn’t been on your shift too long when you saw him coming back down the stairs again. Black shirt, black pants, black boots, black aviators, silver watch, gold chain. Again, with the sunglasses on inside. At least now it was daylight and they’d serve a purpose once he stepped out the door. You made a point to make yourself seem busy a lot quicker than the night before, wondering if he would come over and finish whatever he had intended to start last night if you didn’t gawk and give the invitation to do so.

The sound of his boots against the hardwood got a little louder, then muffled as he stepped onto the rug that was in front of the reception desk. You glanced up from the booklet of information in front of you, offering him the same smile that you offered anyone who was a guest at the hotel.

You didn’t even get to give your rudimentary greeting before he spoke, “You’re always here, hm?”

It wasn’t the remark you had been expecting from him. Your smile softened into something more genuine, more amused, “It’s my job,” you paused, drumming your fingers against the top of the desk, “You show up to yours every day as well, don’t you?”

“Do you ever go home?”

You chuckled, “Asks the man staying in a hotel,” you surprised yourself with how easily your retorts rolled off your tongue. You wondered if you’d be more nervous if you could actually see his eyes. His lips curled into a small smile as he nodded, as if he was admitting defeat. You smiled back at him, giving a nod, “Have a nice day, yea?”

He huffed out a soft chuckle, a sound you wanted to commit to memory, “Yea, you too.”

You watched him as he walked away, laughing quietly to yourself when you caught how he instinctively reached towards his head for his glasses, forgetting that he already had them on. You shook your head, returning your attention to the paperwork in front of you, cheeks feeling warmer than they had a minute ago.

The hours ticked by, uneventful as usual. You knew that you should be thankful for that, because other places didn’t have the good fortune of being so boring, and by extension, safe. It was starting to get dark out and you knew that you weren’t going to be stuck behind the desk too much longer. You found yourself glancing over at the clock more than usual, wanting desperately to leave so you could start your two days off. They were long overdue.

When it was finally time, you didn’t waste a second while gathering up your things. Pushing the hotel door open, you looked down into your bag as you tried to find and grab your car keys. You felt your shoulder brush against someone else’s and you said a passive but still genuine apology, eyes still fixed on your purse. For such a small bag your keys managed to get lost so easily.

“I see you’re taking my advice,” his voice snapped your focus to him.

You looked, seeing the smirk on his face. Stepping out of the way of the doorway, you said, “I don’t think you actually offered me any advice.”

He nodded towards the street, eyes still hidden behind his shades, “Going home?”

“Sí,” you smiled, leaning back against the side of the building, “Despite what you think, I don’t live here,” you paused, “I never got your name?”

You saw the way his brows furrowed slightly. He gestured towards the hotel, “You’ve had it.”

You laughed, “You think that I look people up?” you shook your head at him.

He shrugged, hands resting on the buckle of his belt, “No, but your curiosity is hard to miss,” he paused, seeing the look on your face, “The staring.”

Your face instantly felt like it was on fire, gaze dropping to the sidewalk beneath your feet, “I don’t—”

“Amado,” he cut you off, a sympathetic smile on his face, “My name’s Amado.”

You smiled, “Well, Amado,” you took a brief moment to revel in the way it felt rolling off your tongue, “have a good night.”

“See you in the morning,” he said with the certainty of a man who has been seeing you twice a day every day for the last week.

You shook your head, “Not this time. It’s my weekend.”

“So you’re free tomorrow night, then?” he didn’t miss a beat.

You chuckled, shrugging before giving a nod, “I might be.”

“Free enough for drinks?” he tilted his head.

You smiled. If it had been anyone else, you were sure you would’ve said no, but you were far too curious to pass up the opportunity, “Sure,” you tucked your keys into your pocket before digging around your purse once more for a scrap of paper and a pen, settling on the receipt for your coffee from that morning. You scribbled down your name and number before handing it over, “Pick somewhere well-lit if you’re going to keep wearing those glasses, Amado.”

He held the paper between his fingers, a smile on his face, “See you tomorrow.”

You nodded, pushing yourself off the wall to finally head towards your car, “Tomorrow.”

Tomorrow had never taken so long to arrive before. You also never found yourself wishing to speed up one of your days off so much before. Amado had called, presumably from his room at the hotel, to make plans. You joked that you hoped you would be able to meet up with him earlier than you would see him coming back to his room at night. You couldn’t see his face, but he sounded a little amused at the joke. Despite the fact that he was the visitor, not you, he already had an idea of where to go, and you weren’t going to try and argue it.

You walked down the street, keeping your eyes peeled for the bar he’d suggested. You’d definitely heard of it before, probably passed it when you were running around town on errands, but you’d never stopped there before. Glancing up, allowing your own pair of sunglasses to shield you from the slowly setting sun, you found yourself in front of the very place you were looking for. As your gaze dropped, however, you realized that you could’ve skipped looking for the name at all, because Amado was already sitting at a table on the little patio that ran along the sidewalk. Despite your light-hearted comment to him the day before, he was still wearing his sunglasses, and you couldn’t help but to shake your head and smile as you walked into the bar to meet him.

He stood up from his chair to greet you, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your cheek before pulling your chair out for you. You felt your face heating up more with each gesture. You sat down across from him, resting your hands on the table as you took in the sight of him. He looked exactly as he had for the last seven days you’d seen him.

“I see you got your own,” he smiled, motioning to your sunglasses.

You laughed, nodding as you pushed them up so that they were resting on top of your head, “I did. I’m not quite as attached to mine as you are to yours, though,” you remarked with a raise of your eyebrows.

It was impossible to miss the rise and fall of his shoulders as he sighed. You wondered if perhaps you pushed it too far, if the running commentary had tired itself out. You were trying to think of an apology of some kind, some way to smooth it over, but before you could, he simply reached up and removed his aviators, only instead of resting them on top of his head the way you had, he hooked then in the V of his button-down shirt. Which, the action made you realize, was unbuttoned quite low.

The only thing that drew your attention away from that, was the realization of why he had been constantly wearing his glasses the last few days. The bruise around his eye looked like it was just beginning to fade. Your lips tugged down into a frown as you studied it, but Amado didn’t seem all that perturbed.

“Secret’s out,” he commented with a smile as he watched the expression shift on your face.

Before either of you could say anything more about it, a waitress appeared and asked each of you what you would like to drink. You each ordered, and without the glasses on the weight of Amado watching you as you spoke felt much heavier than it had before. The jitters running through your body were just as much from nervousness as they were excitement.

When it was just the two of you again, you brought the conversation back to where it had been before. You nodded towards his face, “Qué paso?”

He shook his head dismissively, trying to play it off, “Nada, nada,” he paused, and it didn’t take him long at all to see that you weren’t going to let it go that easily. He didn’t know why he felt compelled to tell you anything about it, “Problems at work.”

That piqued your interest, “Work? What do you do for work?” you wondered what would land someone like him in Colombia for a week, and would result in giving him a black eye.

“I’m a pilot.”

That was interesting, sure, but it didn’t give any answers for the black eye, “Pilot? Which plane got angry with you and did that to you then, hm?”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “This,” he gestured to the bruise, “was a problem with a coworker.”

You didn’t think he was lying, but something in your gut said that there was more to the story. You didn’t press it, though. Partially because you knew that you didn’t really know this man, and it wasn’t your business, and partially because the waitress came back with both of your drinks.

The banter between you was light, easy, fast-paced. Between the jokes, and shaking your heads at each other, you managed to get to know each other a little bit. You weren’t baring your soul to him, nor him to you, but there was some sense of comfort there. After days of wondering and pining you had to admit that he wasn’t what you expected—he was much better. Despite the all-black ensembles and the neutral expression he wore when he filtered in and out of the hotel, you found out that he was quite funny, even a little vulgar once he got more comfortable and you had to admit it made you like him a little bit more. He wasn’t the surly man you had expected, and you were glad for that. Your cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing as much as you had.

You hadn’t been keeping track of the number of times the waitress came and swapped out your empty glasses for full ones, but neither of you commented to try and stop her. Between the alcohol in your system, and the looks Amado was giving you from across the small table in the ever-dimming light, you entire body felt warm and fuzzy. You wished it felt like this all the time.

“Can I ask you something, Amado?” you swirled your drink around in your glass.

“Would it stop you if I said no?” he chuckled.

Your smile grew, “No,” you paused, “Where are you from? Your accent,” you took a sip of your drink, “You’re not from Colombia.”

He shook his head, “I’m not,” he waited for you to look at him again, “Mexico.”

Your eyebrows lifted, “Mexico, yea? Where? It’s a big country, isn’t it?”

He chuckled, “Doesn’t feel big enough sometimes,” he took a swig of his drink, “Sinaloa.”

You’d heard the name before, but if someone had asked you to point it out on a map of Mexico you wouldn’t have been able to. Still, you liked knowing.

He watched you as you propped your elbow on the table, resting your shin in your hand. He drummed his fingers on the outside of his glass, “I’m assuming you’re from here?”

You nodded, “Yea, grew up less than five miles from the hotel,” you shrugged as you gazed at him, “My world is considerably smaller than yours, Amado.”

“If you ever want to get out,” he joked, “I’ll make sure to save you a seat.”

“Then who would keep you company when you visit Colombia?” you said with a smile.

When it was finally time for you to head home, and for Amado to head back to the hotel, he offered to walk you back to your car. You weren’t going to turn down the opportunity for a few more minutes with him, so you happily waved for him to follow you. The two of you fell into stride next to each other, walking at a slow, leisurely pace.

The walk to your car still didn’t last nearly as long as you would’ve liked. The two of you stopped as you leaned back against the side of the vehicle. You toyed with your keys, “How much longer are you here?”

He shook his head, sighing, “I leave in the morning.”

You couldn’t hide the initial wave of disappointment that washed over you. Still, you gave him a small smile, “Spending your last night with me?”

He chuckled, “Should’ve been spending every night with you.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing that he was purposely laying it on thick but it still made your stomach flip, “Maybe.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, the only noise was the music filtering out of the other restaurants and bars around you. There were people walking by but you didn’t really care to notice them as Amado stepped in closer to you. He brought his hand up, gently grazing his thumb along your cheek in a way that set your skin aflame. The breath that slipped past your lips was unsteady, shallow with anticipation. The look in his eyes and the smirk curling his lips almost made you think that he was going to make another witty remark. You were bracing yourself for that when he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

The action surprised you, but not really. Your body tensed up for a moment before relaxing into it, allowing Amado to pin your body between his and the car behind you. His one hand stayed cupping the side of your face while the other found its way to your hip, fingers gripping you just tightly enough to show that he wanted you.

He tasted like the liquor he’d been drinking all night, and you felt like you were getting a whole different kind of drunk off the taste of him. You interlocked your hands behind his neck, fingers tangling slightly into his hair, not that it seemed to bother him.

Pulling away, you tried to seem like you weren’t fighting to catch your breath. The knowing look on his face told you that he already knew, though. He pressed a shorter, softer kiss to your lips, both his hands on your hips now. Part of you wanted to invite him back to your place, but you knew that it was futile. He’d be gone in the morning.

“You should stay,” you still sounded breathless, your voice soft.

He chuckled, “I should,” he leaned in and kissed your neck, “But I can’t.”

For the briefest of moments you wondered if anyone would really miss you if you just took off with him in the morning. But you knew that you wouldn’t. It was a nice thought, though, a daydream to wander back to after he was gone.

“You’ll come back at least?” there was a hopeful lilt to your voice, and you almost hated yourself for the way this man you’d known for only a few hours had this kind of a hold on you.

He kissed your jaw this time, “I will.”

You hummed in approval, “You better.”

He kissed your lips before stepping back, “It’s a small world—I’ll always find my way back.”

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