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narcos october masterlist i

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

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

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

October 1 — Day of Firsts

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

↳ fanart by @tofuwildcard — Javi smoking, digital art

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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October 2 — “Porque No Los Dos?” Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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October 3 — Day of Music

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

↳ Amado fanart by @tofuwildcard

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

↳ Promise by @proceduralpassion — Carrillo x OFC smut

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October 4 — Day of Conflict

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

Anything involving a fistfight or a gunfight.

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

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

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

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

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

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October 5 — Day of Visual Art

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

↳ a glitchy Pachito by @tofuwildcard — fanart

↳ NUGGETS OF BENJAMAYO by @hausofmamadas — gifset + commentary

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

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

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

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

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October 6 — Day of International Relations

Write non-English language fic.

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

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

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

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

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

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October 7 — Day of Darkness

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

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

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

One-word prompt: Blackout.

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

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October 8 — Day of Light

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

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

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

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October 9 — Day of Gay

Create anything devoted to an LGBTQ+ character.

↳ Watching Time by @garbinge — Chepe x Pacho ficlet

↳ Bisexually-lit Dina by @tofuwildcard — fanart

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

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

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

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October 10 — Day of Tough Shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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↳ narcos october masterlist ii with prompts from day 11 onwards

[artemiseamoon]

Completed fics (so far)

Summer 2022 onward

Follow @artemiseamoon-updates and subscribe on A03* Registered users

There are older finished fics too, pre summed 2022, Just look at my masterlist.

If this is our destiny | Mayans | Angel, f reader, Manny

The longest ride | SOA | bad boyfriend Jax Teller x ofc ft Jon Bernthal as an omc

The world we no longer know (via Sideblog) | TWD | Shane Walsh, Ofc, Rick Grimes +

Nostalgia antiques (bonus chapter added) | Prospect 2018 | Ezra x f reader

Chasing the moon | Mandalorian | Mando, grogu

Back to Start | TF | Family man Frankie x family x ofc

A little bit of hope | TF | ex Santi, omc (fc Ben Barnes) , f reader

Nocturna Sanguine | Original w/ Ivar (Vikings) Roman (Hemlock Grove) and Kat Graham as my oc

After this is over | Narcos Mx | Smash & Grab crew, Walt, Calderoni, Slate (oc)

A lighthouse in the dark | triple frontier | Amara x Will, the guys

Milk & Honey | vikings | werebear Bjorn x ofc

Flirting with Danger | narcos mx | Ramón x rc

The barmaid & the Spaniard | Pero Tovar x rx

Outshine the sun | TF| Frankie Morales x ofc ft Benny

Neptunium | Vampire John Wick x f reader

Under a Golden sun | Benny Miller x f reader | omc x f reader

Wisteria & Moonlight | Werwolf! Will Miller x Ofc (ft Benny & more)

Elysian | Soulmate AU , Ezra x ofc

Stay in the light | Pitch black au | Johns x ofc

A place to call home | Isabella Bautista x ofc (narcos mx)

When the lights go out | Lights out | Omar Assarian x f reader

Sin | Narcos Mx | Bi! Pacho x f reader, Miguel x f reader

The Edge of Dawn | Donald Pierce x Brandi Cross (Ofc) | Modern western / post apocalypse au

Queen of poisons | Werewolf Ezra x the huntress Nyx

Death Kiss | Vampire Hunter Mayans, ofcs, | JC vampires au

Deep in the woods, the goat-man lives | Creature! ubbe x ofc | Vikings

Decided by fate | Tyler Rake x ofc

Labyrinth | Klonnie (a03)

Artes year of whump (plus fluff and comfort) challenge

What the heart wants | Secret sabra fic | Pero Tovar

Autumn in New York | Nick Vaughan x ofc

[artemiseamoon]

Whumpril 2023 masterlist

This year I’m doing two things, one a story with multiple characters/multi fandom. Two, an unrelated series of drabbles and one shots. I’ll organize the tumblr links below to make this easy to follow. For A03, all works will be posted in their respective series.

Warnings: See warnings on individual works + general whump and hurt/comfort warnings.

Whumpril prompts

⏱ schedule as I have time

📖 read full work = A03, 📖 previews = tumblr

Bound for Vice

A Hotel Artemis multi fandom/multi character au. Planned to be about 6-10 chapters.

Bound for Vice masterlist

Whumpril one shots & drabbles

Separate from the above story, works based off prompts. Multi character and multi fandom.

1. A taste of blood | preview | A03 | SOA

2. Don’t go alone | preview | A03 | Narcos

3. A way to a mans heart | preview | A03 |Mayans

4. No goodbyes yet | preview | A03 | Mayans

5. Do you trust me? | preview | A03 | Andor

6. Go slow | preview | A03 | Gray Man

7. Revenge | preview | A03 | SOA

8. Seven Years | preview | A03 | SOA

9. Remember Me | preview | A03 | MCU

10. The strong can’t be strong all the time | preview | A03 | SOA

11. If you die, I will kill you | preview | A03 | Narcos mx

✨The Moodboards in one place

✨ days completed: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30

[artemiseamoon]

Flirting with Danger

Chapter 3: Too close for comfort

Ramon x f reader (or read as an Oc)

Fic info | previous | next

Words: 5,254

⚠️ warnings: a fight, a handsy creepy guy, mention of blood, a gun, parts that are def NSFW, heavy making out, fade away sex scene with body parts mentioned (this is just fiction but you know, in real life, practice safe sex!) 

*Mega shoutout to @thesolotomyhan & her Ramon jealousy HC. It inspired 2 scenes! Read og post here. *

GIF credit to owners | if you’d like your gif removed, msg me and I’ll remove it

Content disclaimer: You know my usual Narcos disclaimer, this is fic, made up, not an effort to glamorize the horrific acts of real persons. If this bothers you, just don’t read it, it saves us both time and energy. Thanks!

Standing in the abandoned warehouse, in the middle of nowhere, silence falls between you and your supervisor.

You’ve just submitted your recent report, and answered a whole lot of questions he had for you. Though it took many moving parts and a whole team to make undercover missions work, Jones was your contact person.

Jones continues to study you, one eyebrow still raised. You can tell he wants to say something. Plus, he was one of the many who didn’t think you should take the job.

“I have a long ride back, if there’s nothing else -”

He cuts you off, “next month, you need to check in, on time.”

“It’s not easy to check in at my scheduled time,  you know that. I’m in the thick of it. I can’t just go find a phone while surrounded by people.”

“I get that, but you still need to find a way to check in. You know that. I’ll take care of this.” He shoves the thick brown folder you handed off under his left arm. The older man sighs, then runs his free hand over his beard. “I’m not going to lie kid, I never liked this. It’s dangerous. This isn’t just any family. You know that.”

“I can handle it.” You step closer to him. “If it gets too hot, I’m out. I’ll make the call.”

As you say the words, you feel confident in them, but at the same time, not so much.

Jones nods and motions to the entryway. “Stay safe.”

“I will.” You head for the door and stop. You look over your shoulder at him. “I noticed a plant at Roxanne the other day. Stood out like a sore thumb. You guys can’t do that.”

“We didn’t hear from you, he was just checking in.”

“If I need help, I’ll ask for it. And if you must send anyone to make sure I’m not dead, send someone who blends in.” You leave on that note and start your very long drive back to Tijuana.

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You haven’t seen Ramon, or any of the family, in a few days. You managed to convince him, after some very believable sweet talking, that you had to handle some stuff out of town.  

The family was also having their most recent drama with Sinaloa. It gave you some time to get your head back on straight, finish your report, and meet with your superior.

After the long drive, you finally arrived home.  Sinking onto the sofa, you kick back and  enjoy a cold drink. The way Jones looked at you lingered on your mind. He was nice enough to you, but still old school with some outdated ideas about women and the workplace. But you didn’t sign up to be a damn secretary and dress cute for the male gaze.

Grabbing the remote, you press the on button. You hope mindlessly watching some t.v will help your mood. Seconds later, your eyes drift to the vase on the side table where fresh flowers sit. Ramon had them sent to you yesterday.

As you stare at the vibrant assortment, you grin, it was sweet. At the same time, the delivery nearly gave you a heart attack. It was no secret Ramon knew where you ‘lived’, he picked up here before.

Still, every reminder that he knew, still raised the hair on your arms a bit. It’s why you had to be smart and why you went way out of town just to submit your report and meet with Jones. You knew you couldn’t do any of that here.

Your thoughts shift to Ramon. It’s been 5 days since he fell asleep on your lap, five days since you gained entry into the massive Arellano Felix mansion and got the closest, most intimate view of them yet.  If it was hard before to see them as just criminals, being in their home, though only once so far, and treated as a guest, really complicated shit.

The sweetness of that last night continues to rule your thoughts. Shifting position on the couch, you get comfortable and stare blankly at the tv. Sometime after falling asleep that night, you awoke to Ramon gently nudging you.

In a sleepy haze, he guided you to a spare bedroom that was close to his. Even in your half awake, half asleep state, you noticed it was a nice room, one of the nicest you’ve ever seen. You were sure you didn’t own anything as expensive as the stuff inside.

Ramon returned with some clothes for you to sleep in, then very sweetly hugged you goodnight. It was soft, warm, and tender. A hug that remains with you still, if you let yourself think about it for too long, you can feel it, you can smell him. You slept like a baby that night. After rising, you exited the room to find a lavish spread of breakfast waiting.

It felt like a surreal head trip, sitting there, in some fancy pajamas that belonged to…someone. And eating breakfast with half the family. A short while after breakfast, you washed up, dressed, and Ramon drove you back home, as promised.

That was five days ago. You still couldn’t believe that experience was real.

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The next time you see Ramon is later that week. He invited you to a birthday party for his niece Ruth at the family home. It’s the kind of thing undercovers dream of, you accept the invite.

There were so many people and kids there it nearly made your head spin. As the party goes on, you drink and socialize with the family and their friends, all while taking mental note of anything important.

The family was always careful and didn’t talk about business in public, if they had to, they’d step away and do it from prying eyes and ears. Still, you do your best. Being here is like another door opening, giving you closer access to the family.

Even with the closeness you are gaining, you still remain hyper-aware of yourself. One slip up, and surely Enedina or Benjamin, or someone else would notice. Then, your tightwalk rope with danger, would be for nothing. You knew you couldn’t let your guard down, just because Ramon is enamored with you, it didn’t mean others weren’t watching you with a closer eye.

Being at the party stirred something inside of you, something you were trying your best not to think about. One couldn’t say the Arellano Felix family was normal. Being the biggest drug family in Mexico, they made all kinds of calls and moves to make it to the top. You were well aware of the bad, more versed than normal person.

Still, being here at a birthday party as people smiled and laughed, they seemed so normal so…relatable. The affection they have and share with each other is heartwarming, and a reminder you need to keep in mind why you are really here. Affection for the family is a dangerous thing to have, it could seriously hurt your investigation and you in the process.

Two reports down, you stand at the beginnings of your 3rd month undercover. You feel proud of yourself. Sure, you knew this job is massive, huge, and you were likely biting off more than you could chew. But you took it. And now, you’re going through with it.

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As the party died down, and most of the guests left, Ramon wanted to go out and dance at Roxanne. Some of his siblings would be joining too. You know you should say no, you should go home, go to bed early and put some distance between you and Ramon.

But the more you hang out with him, the harder it becomes to say no. You like spending time with him. You like the way he laughs with you, looks at you, smiles at you - you even like the way he pulls you against him with those very warm lingering hugs of his. As you spent time with him, you had to remind yourself that Ramon is just a job. A means to an end. One very big foot into a very important and private door.

You were getting the best intel you could, even with the family being as secretive and close knit as they are. Everything you picked up was subtle and you had to make the pieces fit, it’s not like the movies where people spill the beans and talk about whole plans loud enough for people to hear.

If you, or any non-family member were around, the family would wait until you were out of sight before speaking. They didn’t care who you were, you’ve seen it plenty of times, even with Barron, despite him being one of Francis' trusted friends.

You had to be crafty, smart, sneaky - you had to keep your ears open all the time and collect all the crumbs you could. It wasn’t the kind of job for those lacking patience. The Arellano Felix family has armor around them and did not make it easy for people to eavesdrop on their business.

Before heading out to Roxanne, Ramon tells you there’s something you have to see. Like an excited kid or over energized puppy, he drags you to the guest bedroom you previously stayed in. Before entering, he covered your eyes with his hands.

“Ramon, what is it?”

“That’s not how surprises work.”

Ramon barely contains his excitement as he leads the way, as the two of you walk in unison, and you try to keep up with his rushed pace, you feel his body press into yours every so often. You try your best to not think about it, to ignore it, to ignore the way your body stirs with each fleeting moment of contact.

“Okay stop,” you do, anticipation has your body vibrating, “okay, open your eyes…now.” He lifts his hands from your eyes and rushes to the other side of the bed so he can watch your reaction.

Before you, on the King sized bed, are more bags than you can count. Bags with name brands on them in fancy stamped letters - the kinds of brands you’ve never owned in your life and only saw when you drive through the rich parts of town.

Ramon makes a sweeping motion with his arm while wearing a silly grin, “it’s all yours Princesa.”

You gasp as your eyes try to take in the amount of stuff on the bed. Climbing onto the mattress, curiosity gets the best of you as you peak into the bags and start pulling things out.

You can barely believe your eyes. Dresses, jackets, shoes, jewelry- all of it. These weren’t gifts, this was half of fashion avenue, and your mind can’t even commute the numerical value of all this stuff.

“Ramon - “ you pull out a gorgeous dress and look at the price tag, your jaw drops, “ I - uh…” at a loss for words, you stop speaking and stare at him. The fluttery feeling in your belly intensifies.

Ramon smirks, savoring your reaction. He moves some bags over and sits on the otherside of the bed.

“I couldn’t decide. So, I bought everything. “ A proud grin animates his lips as he shakes his hair out of his face.

Distracted by the luscious mop of his hair, you stare at him. You don’t realize how long you’ve been starting until you see his very pleased reaction. His smile reaches his eyes.

You’ve never had anyone spoil you before. Or spend a small (in their world) fortune on you. It’s nice. It’s really nice. But you have to remind yourself this is blood money, drug money. Death money.

Even the harsh honest reminder isn’t enough. It doesn’t dominate the other feelings and instincts you have right now. Like leaping across the bed and pressing your lips to his, fucking him on top of all this expensive stuff. Letting Ramon do all the things you know he’s been imagining doing to you.

You know Ramon wants you, there is zero doubt. He is just on really good beahvior. Shockingly. You also know there are two ways a kiss could happen. A, you give him the green light. Or B, Ramon stops playing nice.

The tension between you two has grown thicker each time you hang out, so much so, if he pulled you beneath him right now and kissed you, you wouldn’t be surprised at all. You may even give in.

Pulling your eyes from his stupidly handsome face and soft brown eyes, you reach inside another bag and find out a gorgeous jacket. You were impressed, this stuff is actually good, really good and you could imagine yourself wearing most of it.

Sure, there’s some stuff that is way too loud and ….dramtic? But for the most part, you like what you see. You wonder, in the back of your mind, if the shop girl or maybe even his sisters helped.

They have seen enough of you at this point to visualize your style. This definitely has a womens touch on it. You could also imagine some of the wilder things, and the things you weren’t too  sure about, were of Ramons choosing.

Ramon continues to watch you, adoration in his eyes. He leans over a little more, “you like it?”

“Of course, “ you beam and put the bag in your hands down, “ but, I - can’t take all this. This is a lot of stuff Ramon.”

``Have it. Keep some of it here,” he jumps up from the bed and walks around the room. Ramon has some kind of inner timer for how long he could sit still, it was pretty amusing to watch. The alarm is definitely going off internally now. “Pick something to wear, let’s go dancing.”

He grins at you, then heads for the open door. You watch as Ramon stops in the doorway, his eyes lingering on you.

“Well, I need to get changed right? Get out of here.”

Ramon flashes a cute, almost shy smile and steps out of the room backwards. After a moment, he closes the door.

When the door closes, you fall back on the bed, against the bags.

“Oh my god - “ you mouth the words. Legally, you can't even accept this, you can’t take it. Well, you could take it for now, to keep your cover, but you can’t keep it. “Fuck.” You mutter under your breath before sitting up again.

Looking around, you pick up a smaller bag with a rose sticking out of it. Reaching inside, you find a bottle of perfume. You’ve heard about this one. Curious, you open it, and spray a little in the air.

“Wow, that does smell really good…” you sniff the air again and spray a little on the inside of your wrist. Shaking your head in amazement, you continue to rummage through the bags until you find it, your outfit for tonight.

It’s your style, just a much more expensive version. Bonus? You could keep on the shoes you already had on. Standing, you notice one more bag with chocolates in it. Smiling to yourself, you pop it open and eat a few as you get dressed.

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Ramons eyes nearly pop out of his head when he sees you in the dress. The combination of the look on his face, and his verbal compliments is enough to make your skin hot. He even gives you a hug that lasts longer than any of the other ones.

The ride over to Roxanne is - interesting and dare you say, amusing. Energy continues the build quickly between the both of you, your bodies feeling charged like batteries.

Ramon can barely keep his eyes off of you while driving, you remind him more than once to focus on the road. You tell him, neither a crash nor dying is on your to-do list anytime soon.

The burning desire in your body is near volcanic by the time you arrive at Roxannes. You are instantly thankful to see some of his family and friends are already there, you needed at least one or two other people you could talk to. It feels too risky being alone with Ramon right now.

Ramon is like fire, you’re drawn to him, warmed by him, yet all the while aware of his destructive and explosive side. You’ve been smart on all your other Undercover jobs, you never felt at risk of fucking up, not until now. The thought scares you, but excites you at the same time.

You quickly busy yourself with one of his sisters and her friend, you get along with them well, too well, in another life you all could be girlfriends. It’s easy to imagine ladies night, movie nights, girls trips - you really did like them. Sometimes, while chatting with them you felt bad, but you were doing a good thing, right? You know you shouldn’t, but you feel connected to them.

The night is going really well until a drunk guy keeps hitting on you. Each attempt growing more aggressive. You’ve never seen him before so can’t place him. And after a few months, you knew all the regulars like the back of your hand. This guy is a stranger.

Despite being nameless, you can tell enough about him from the way he acts and looks. Flashing money, name dropping, showing off - just some rich asshole, or some rich asshole's son. The first two times, the creep was subtle about it, catching you when you were alone. But the third time, the third time he grabs for you right in the middle of the dance floor.

Just before the creeps' hands land on you, Ramon was laughing it up with the narcos juniors in VIP.  A drink in hand, he moved away from the guys to look for you. Once he spotted you, Ramon watched you dancing from the balcony with a grin. At first, nothing he perceived to be a threat caught his eye, you were just dancing with the girls after all.

As Ramon watched, taking occasional sips from the glass, he tried to calm the raging desire inside of him. It was easy for him to seek and receive pleasure, he didn’t have to work hard for it. If he wanted, he could take any girl he wanted into a back room and have her right now.

But he can’t, not when the only thing he wants is you. Ramons has never wanted, craved someone so bad in his life. He also didn’t want to scare you away, so he was trying to calm his impulsive nature, but it’s hard. It gets increasingly harder with every moment you spend together. He’s not sure how much longer he can control himself.

These thoughts fill Ramons mind, his body moving to the music and eyes still glued on you from above. Just as he’s about the turn around, he sees it. The stupid motherfucker who stands behind you and grabs your ass.

The music fades. Conversations fade. His eyes zoom in on you as everything else disappears. Everything slows down. Ramon clenches his jaw, his body tensing, he’s on edge.

Gripping the railing with his free hand, Ramon leans over, continuing to watch. You push the guy away, and though Ramon can’t hear you, from the way your mouth moves it seems you’re cursing the guy out.

Seeing red, Ramon steps back and smashes his drink on the ground. Ignoring his name being called,  Ramon charges past his group and heads for the stairs.  Making his way downstairs, the pounding in his ears getting louder with each step.

Ramon reaches the ground floor, pulls out his gun, and takes the safety off. The smart ones in the crowd started parting as he came down, the others jumped back as soon as they saw the gun. The Narcos Juniors are right behind him, like wolves following their Alpha.

It’s not until you hear people reacting to the gun, and moving away, do you realize what’s happening. Before words can reach your stunned lips, Ramon grabs the guy by the collar and presses the barrel of the gun against the center of his forehead.

What comes next is almost more chilling than the gun, it’s Ramons smile. A smile that would seem friendly at first but is filled with nothing but venom, hate, maliciousness.

“Who the fuck do you think you are motherfucker? Tryin to dance with my girl?” Ramon holds the smile, the spine chilling smile. You’ve never seen his eyes as dark as they are now.

You find yourself frozen in place. Over the years, you’ve seen a lot of shit go down and rarely freeze, a breath is caught in your throat, and you feel one of his sisters gently guiding you back, away from the confrontation.

The man, clearly drunk, makes a very foolish move, “I don’t see a fucking ring on her fin-!”

Ramon chuckled darkly, then swiftly knocked him in the nose with the handle of the gun. As the man cries in pain, holding his bloody nose, Ramon flips the safety back on, then holsters the gun.

Cursing, the man stumbles back, holding his nose. You watch as the Narco Juniors circle the man, getting in position. Ramons eyes land on yours.  He signals to the Narcos Juniors. Like a pack of hyenas, they move in on the man and drag him outside. The sound of their comments and cackles chill you to the bone.

Before you can react, or suck in a breath, Ramon grabs you by the arm. Without a word, or a second glance, Ramon drags you down the hall to the private rooms. Each time you ask a question or call his name, he ignores it.

Stopping in front of a room, Ramon turns the knob and pushes it open. Ramon grabs your upper arm and shoves you inside of the room. Then closes the door behind him with a slam.

Stumbling in, you quickly catch your balance and stare at him angrily, trying your best to hide the fear in our voice, “Ramon what the fu-”

Ramon rushes forward, grabs your face with his hands, and presses his lips against yours. Even with the desperate feel of the kiss, his lips are soft, so soft and the way he holds your face sends warmth throughout your entire body.

You break the kiss. Taking a step back, you press your palms against his chest in an effort to put space between your bodies. As you stare at him, searching his eyes and trying to make sense of all the emotions raging inside of you, Ramon snakes one arm around your body and jerks you forward, bringing your body flush against his.

It happens so fast.

Faster than your logical mind can keep up.

Before you know it, Ramon is kissing you again, touching you, his hands exploring your body over the dress. As the kiss intensifies, you find yourself pinned against the wall.

This feels good

He feels good

Passionate kissing soon leads to heavy making out and grinding against each other. Ramon pulls the dress up over your hips, presses you back against the wall, and slides his hand between your thighs.

His lust filled eyes stay locked on your face, watching your reaction the moment his fingers slide inside of you. His eyes fall to your lips as a moan rolls off of them. He smiles, grabs your chin with his free hand, and continues to kiss you.

You should stop this

You should stop him

Losing yourself in him, the way he tastes, feels, smells, you let your hands explore, doing places you only imagined touching before. Ramon grabs you by the neck, pulls back, and watches you with hungry eyes before claiming your lips again, his fingers still inside of you. Like some kind of evil mind reader, he knows just how to touch you, just how much pressure to apply; it’s a blessing and a curse.

With each passing second of making out, you lose your logic, your common sense, your three rules. You slide your hands down his body and undo the button of his pants. Carnal desire has its claws in you, with no plans to let you go.

As you slide your hand over his hard cock, flesh against flesh, Ramon grabs your throat again. Ramon stops kissing you, and leans back, letting his eyes hungrily take you in.

Grabbing your hips, Ramon guides you away from the wall, and closer to the couch. Drunk with desire, Ramon undresses you, stopping you each time you try to help. He wants to do this himself.

Whenever he imagined this, he'd tear your clothes off, rip them right off you. But now, not that’s it’s finally happening and not a sex dream, he slows down, so he can savor it, every second of it.

Only wearing a dress, underwear and shoes, there’s not much to remove. But Ramon takes his time, and the slow pace feeds your hunger for him even more. He presses soft kisses on your skin and whispers compliments along the way.

Completely naked now, you stand there, fingers in his hair as he kisses your breasts, his hands on your hips. You close your eyes and bite back a moan.

An undercover screwing someone on the job is a huge no-no, a major fuck up. But it happens. You just never thought it would happen to you. You were supposed to be immune to such temptation.

You were better than this

Until now

Ramon ruined everything

Grabbing a fist full of his hair, you tug up upward and greedily seek his lips again. Consumed by passion, you quickly unbutton his shirt and undress him. By the time you reach the couch, you leave a trail of clothes behind you.

Ramon positions himself between your thighs, the soft cushions at your back. When his eyes meet yours again, you hold your breath. Locked in a stare, the room falls silent except your heightened breathing and racing heartbeats. Your body quivers with a level of desire you’ve never felt before.

It’s almost a beautiful moment, a tender moment. But you stop the thought. You can’t feel that, you can’t feel that for him. Ramon caresses your face, as he holds himself up with his other arm.

As he looks into your eyes, your body beneath his, Ramon realizes why he’s been able to control himself with you. He cares about you. He wants to see you happy. To see your smile, hear your laugh. You make him feel things he hasn’t before. He’s never thought this deeply about a sexual partner before.

It was just attraction and sex. Plain and simple. Nothing complicated, nothing emotional. But you, something about you is different. He’s never felt whatever this is before.

Ramon knows you’re not just any girl, you’re not some nameless conquest he can just forget about with ease. Not you. Patience isn’t something Ramon possesses, but he tries, for you.

As you gaze at him, it surprises you how still Ramon has become. A fire blazes in his eyes and the longer you look you see something else, something more - emotional.

Ramons flashes a smile at you, leans in, and claims your lips with his own again. Sliding your left hand in his hair, you grip his shoulder with your right. As Ramons fills you, a breath catches in your throat, you tug his hair harder.

The soft moment passes as Ramon loses himself in you; the way you feel, the taste of your lips, your breasts pressing against his chest, your thighs around his hips - Ramon breaks. He fucks you hard, fast, and deep leaving you little room to take charge.

You submit to him, fully, blissfully, and enjoy every second of Ramon having you. Each change of position, each change of pace, each heated kiss…he only stops when you don’t look at him. When his cock is deep inside of you, his hands gripping your throat, his eyes fixed on your face, waiting for you to look at him.

Each time he’d punish you for it by stopping , pulling out, or edging you until you made eye contact. Each time, the panting mess he’s left you in, your eyes finally meet his, he responds with that devilish grin before fucking you again…

By time Ramon’s done with you, your body buzzing with sweet euphoric release, he nearly drags you out of Roxanne and brings you home. He drives too fast on the way over and is ontop of you again before the door fully closes.

You two continue to fuck thought the night, with breaks, on the softness of his very expensive mattress. You lose all concept of time, of right and wrong, of morality -

At some point, fresh off another orgasm and out of breath, you fix your eyes on the ceiling. The first signs of daylight show, sunlight trickles into the room. Your heavy lids start to close, sleep lulling you once more.

You feel the bed shift as Ramon climbs out, pulls the curtains closed and jumps back into bed. The look on his face is a mix of bliss and sleepiness. Ramon lays on his side and pulls you against him, then wraps his arm around your body.

Ramon takes a deep breath, squeezes you a little tighter, then falls asleep. So do you.

…

Later that morning, you awoke to an empty bed. Pulling your tired body into the bathroom, you take a much needed shower and clean up. On the way out, you notice Ramon bought some of the bags into his room. You shift through, finding something as close to casual as you can get and slip it on.

Before leaving the bedroom, you stand in front of the mirror, staring into your own reflection. You fucked up. You fucked up bad.

Taking a breath, you shove it aside for later and leave the room. You find Ramon in the massive living room, the side with the pool in it. He’s dripping wet, sitting on the floor and eating a pastry. Just to his left is Dina on the couch, they’re talking and occasionally looking at the TV on the wall.

When Ramon sees you, he lights up and rises to his feet. The leopard print speedo is impossible to ignore. Ramon takes no time getting to you, not with those long legs. He leans forward and kisses you.

“You want some breakfast?” His smile is contagious, so you smile too. But you don’t really feel like smiling.

You aren’t hungry.  You just betrayed yourself, your career, the oath you took. You betrayed it so many times in one night, you lost count.

But you can’t confess any of this. One wrong move, expression, or comment and you could blow your cover. It’s already taking everything in you to hide how anxious you’re actually feeling.

You were finally in the clear with Dina, or so you think. Maybe she’s just distracted with her upcoming wedding. Either way, this is not a moment for you to break. You kiss Ramon once more and notice Benjamin entering the room.

Matching Ramons smile, you smooth his wet hair away from his face and say, “I’m starving.”

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A preview: Flirting with Danger

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After leaving the tray, you sat on the arm of the couch and set your gaze on the tv screen. Your eyes lingered there for a moment, then moved to Ramon.

As you continue to sort your thoughts, Ramon asks Benjamin if they've heard from Amado yet. When Min says no, a small argument starts between them.

It's only stopped by the door finally opening. All three of you turn to it, Ramon jumps to his feet and tosses the controller aside. He's with Dina's in no time.

She’s is in the same clothes you last saw her in. Ramon tries to hug her, then kisses the top of her head. Dina’s head is lowered, her eyes fixed on the wedding band between her fingers.

Benjamin is still by the window, like his younger brother, his expression is full of concern. His tone is instantly softer than the one he was just using with Ramon. “You should eat something.”

Ramon nods, his hands still gently on Dinas shoulders. She raises her head slightly, but keeps her face angled toward the wall. A nervous smile pulled on Mons lips, he glances at you, Min, then back at Dina.

With her eyes still downcast, Enedina asked, “Is Chapo dead?”

In reaction to the question, Benjamin inhales sharply then faces the window again, unable to look at her; unable to give her the answer she so desperately needs. Benjamin's jaw tensed, “we’re on it.” he looks at her again, trying to reassure her, “he’s been on the move.”

Enedina instantly raises her eyes to Ramon, a pained and angry expression on her face. Ramon drops his gaze, then looks to Benjamin. He still has one hand on her shoulder.

Turning on her heels, Enedina swiftly goes back into the room and slams the door. Ramon calls after her, but doesn’t get in before she closes, then locks it. Ramon bangs on the door, continuing to call her name.

After shouting at the door, Ramon presses his hands against it, “I’ll make this right! I’m going to kill him for you!” Ramon turns, fixing his eyes on his brother.

Ramons eyes are black down, dark with anger and fury, with revenge. “Now what?” Ramon stands before Benjamin, “keep waiting?”

Benjamin's arms are crossed again, he takes a deep breath and stares out the window, though you can't fully see him anymore, you can see tension in his profile.

“Fuck everyone,” Benjamin meets Ramons eyes with his own, “I want Chapo's head. Tell Barron, I want his fucking guys here now.”

Ramon nods, glances at you once, then leaves the room. As you watched him leave, Benjamin stepped closer to where you are,

“If she needs anything, anything at all -“ he doesn't finish the sentence, but you know he doesn't have to.

“Yes. Of course.”

He leaves the room.

The knot in your guy just doubled in size. Now, as shit is about to go down, you’re keeping watch over Enedina. Not that you minded, you care about her, you want to help. But by doing this, any chances you had of slipping away soon just diminished significantly.

Standing up, you go to the window and push the curtain aside, same as Min was, you stare out the window. If Benjamin is giving the okay for Barrons guys to come in, then that means they'll be used as the hit squad.

A plan was unfolding now, without Amado. The agent in you wants to move around the house, to pick up what little crumbs you can. But the thought doesn't last long.

Hit with a sudden wave of nausea, you sink down on the couch and lay across it. You don't know if it's the lack of sleep, or the stress of this situation, but your stomach has been a mess and you're having trouble keeping food down.

Then there's the other possibility, the natural outcome of how reckless you and Ramon have been; you can't even let yourself go there, you can't say the words. Just the idea of it terrifies you.

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The Past, The Future

Benjamin x F reader x Miguel

I’ve been slowly chipping away at my drafts (getting crazy in there). This is an old narcos Mx drabble. In this AU Benjamin is unmarried, no baby. This was inspired by 2.1 Salva El Tigre (like many things) | gif - mine

Song playing at bday party

Benjamin was your future. Miguel was your past.

The drinks flowed, the music was infectious. Still, you couldn’t enjoy it, not even a little. Not when you could see them in the distance speaking on the balcony.

You knew Miguel would never let you go. He never let anything go. Once you were his, you were always his; that was just the way things were.

Miguel was like a tattoo, the kind not visible to the eye but stained into your soul and etched into your bones.

You didn’t love him. Not anymore.

You wouldn’t even be working for him if you had a way out; but you didn’t.

You knew Benjamin took Miguel aside to talk business, but you couldn’t help but wonder if you were found out.

You were so careful, but Miguel did have eyes everywhere. You’re so worried you knock back another drink, unsure of what to do with yourself as you wait.

You knew the risks involved. You weren’t foolish. There was a price for being Miguels girl, a price for being his ex, and a price for falling in love with Benjamin.

Benjamin made you remember the kind of shit you used to dream about before you got involved with Miguel.

A warm home, a family, love - they weren’t foolish by dreaming of this, you werent asking for too much. It was your right to have those things.

Miguel was incapable, he couldn’t give them to you. But Benjamin could. If only you could have your wish...to be together in peace, in the open.

Instead, here you were getting drunk at Miguesl over the top birthday party.

If you were lucky, the only topic of discussion up there was business. Then you could slip out of here and meet Benjamin at one of your spots.

If you were unlucky, Miguel would zone in on you, making you stay behind for his pleasure.

You were lucky the last two months, with his new young wife and group of lovers, he didn’t seem to have eyes for you any longer. But you remained aware that could change at any moment.

Your eyes travel the party, you settle on the tiger in a cage.

Shit, you felt like that sometimes. Miguel, this life; that was the cage. You wanted freedom, romance, the kind of shit they sell you in books and on tv.

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Sin

Narcos Mx AU | Miguel x Female reader  | Female reader x Pacho *

Chapter 1 of 5 | revised 10/24/22 | words: 3,667

Summary: You were Miguel's ex-mistress, he insists you come to his birthday party and the night takes an interesting turn.

All chapters / fic index | read on A03

NSFW Adult 18 + only | gifs credit to owners

Warnings: Sex, cursing, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll and be safe), multiple partners, neck grabbing, ass slapping  

* Pacho is bi in this AU.

Read as an OC if you prefer, Fox is one of her nicknames

Author note: Just a dirty ass one shot because my depression is sneaking back and this makes me feel better. I don’t know how my week of fluff turned into this. (Love how this went from oneshot to fic 😂)

PLUS: as always i do not condone the actions of the real life persons. This is just fanfics based off the show and the handsome actors.

Updates go to A03 after chapter 3, previews post on tumblr

Don’t like this? Don’t read it. I don’t need anyone’s complains or whining.

Tonight, represents more than Miguels 40th birthday party. It represents his status at the top, his success; the physical manifestation of every move he's ever made until now. Good or bad, out of need, desire, or spite. It all got him here.

Tonight, also marks two months since you fell out with Miguel, and the end of your affair. You hadn’t seen him since, but you knew he was keeping tabs on you. Miguel is a possessive ex. He didn't let things go.

Miguel never begged for anything, never had to, never would. But he had his little ways of convincing people to say yes, and though you knew better, and you knew all his little tricks, he still got you to say yes. In the back of your mind, you figured if you declined, he'd send someone to come get you anyway, it's just the way Miguel is.

The last time you saw Miguel, he had Azul escort you to his office. It went as expected, you yelled and screamed at each other followed by Miguel fucking you against his desk. Once you came you slapped him, got dressed, then left. To be fair, you did desire him, it just didn't take away the anger and rage you felt for the man. That was two months ago.

Now, here you are at his over-the-top birthday party. It started 30 minutes ago; everyone's having a good time. The guest of honor is a no show. You imagined him in your mind, the lonely King, deep within the walls of his castle smoking in the shadows and contemplating his next moves. All the while his guest ask about him and seek him out, for a multitude of reasons; personal, political, business.

But not you. You haven't asked about him at all and don't plan to. You busied yourself with your date. He wasn't anyone important, just some hot guy you hooked up with a few times. Miguel isn't the only one who's spiteful, you know the moment he sees your date, and your dress, he's going to freak.

The anticipation of pissing him off, of seeing the look on his face, is almost too much for your body to contain. You can't stay still for too long and hit the dance floor to work off some of your energy.

When the birthday boy finally appears, it takes him no time to notice you and your date. The way he looked at you from across the room, his young new wife at his side, was enough to stab daggers into your soul. Your date may or may not end up dead by the end of the night; this is Miguel after all. Still, you danced up on him. Kissing on him. Absolutely making Miguel crazy.

It works.

Miguel makes a line for you. He hooks his arm around your waist, “Come with me.”  

He doesn't even look at your date or acknowledge him. But your dates not stupid, he knows who this is, and even thought his ego is wounded, and he would likely never call you again, he lets Miguel take you with him.

Miguel was tense and quiet as he leads you into the house, the whole time keeping his hands on you, like if he lets you go for one second, you'll slip away. He only stopped when you reached a long dark hallway. He pushed the door open and led the way inside. You barely had time to make out what the room was before he pressed into you, backing you into a wall, his eyes dark with jealousy.

“You think you're clever?”

“You're drunk Miguel,” you dismiss him, knowing it will upset him more. You pushed against his chest, but he holds you in place, “what?!”

“Who is that?”

“Why do you care? I’m sure this party is full of your conquests.”

Miguel just stared at you, his eyes darkening even more. You see his jaw clench, then he dropped his head slightly, his eyes moving over your bare shoulders. He grabbed the strap of your dress and snapped it back in place.

“Does he know I bought this dress with all the money I made us?”

“Correction,” you tilt your head to meet his line of sight, "I purchased this dress! Get over it.”

You pushed him off of you with force, then started to walk away. Miguel grabbed your forearm, whipping you back into place against the wall. This time, he crowds you even more, using his own body as a block.

Miguels eyes clouded with lust as he takes you in. He grips your neck with his right hand and holds your hip with his left. Your eyes fell to his lips as they parted slightly, you have him right where you want him. Using only his eyes, Miguel devours you like a man in need of a meal.

“When I’m finished with you, you’ll forget all about your date.” He growled.

You challenge him. "Yeah, doubt it."

Miguel wastes no time hiking your dress up over your hips. He uses his knee to part your thighs and kisses you with so much passion, so much desire you nearly lose your balance. There's no time to think, to stop yourself. Everything happens in a fevered pace and Miguel fucks you hard and fast against the wall. When that position became too trying, you moved over to the couch.

Miguel was rough, possessive, ravenous. Something about fucking him this time feels more dangerous than the other times. Like he's a demon trying to fuck your soul away, to sign you over to him forever. In the back of your mind, you wondered, no matter how fucking good this feels, if Miguel's possessive behavior will be much worst.

While he fucked you, even used his belt to tie your wrist together. You knew, if he could, he'd have you all night long, but he made the best with the time he had and took you in every way he could.

When you were close to coming, he pulled out, teasing you, waiting for you to beg for more until he gave it to you. In the aftermath of your lust, you laid there, catching your breath, seeing stars, unable to move. It was only when a knock came at the door did you both rise, it was Azul.

Miguel covered your naked body with a blanket and went to the door, only opening it slightly. You overheard what was said, the infamous Pacho Herrera was on his way.

Taking some time to clean yourself up, you make it back to the party. From a distance you see a girl flirting with your date, and if anything, you feel happy for him. You are more than aware you have a big 'do not touch' sign on you now, and honestly, you kind of like it. You also revel in Miguels boldness, to sweep you away like that, at this party full of people and watchful eyes, with his wife right outside. Bold.

You get another drink at the bar then head over to some associates. As all of you chat, your mind focuses on one thing: Pacho.  You'd be lying if you said you weren't excited to see the legend up close, in the flesh, for a second time.

The first time you saw Pacho was at a meeting, Miguel took you with him, at the suggestion of someone else. They said you'd be a pleasant sight for the Cali Cartel, and it wouldn't hurt having you there. Miguel took the advice, and that was the first time you saw Pacho in person.

The whole meeting you couldn't think straight. Pacho was sexy as hell and every time his eyes landed on yours you nearly came right here. The man has serious vibes and if you had the chance to sleep with him, you would. Even if it only ever happened once, that's good enough for you.

You left that meeting thinking you'd never see Pacho again. Now, knowing you will, fills with a great sense of excitement.

When Pacho arrived, near the end of the band singing happy birthday to Miguel, it took your breath away. Your eyes were locked on him, and you were far from the only one watching him. He took his time, walked at a slow yet purpose filled pace. Once he and Miguel walked off together, you devised a plan.

You know this property like the back of your hand, Miguels had you over enough times you could draw a map. Using your knowledge, you make your way to the small church, unseen, hiding in the shadows. You carry your heels in your hand, careful to be as quiet as possible. When you reached the church, you tried to eavesdrop but were quickly intercepted by Azul.

"Just going for a walk, too many people at the party." You flash a big smile at him and act drunk.

Azul lets it go, and nods.

You walk in the other direction and head back to the water fountain. On the walk, you think of another way to cross paths with Pacho. You cannot waste this opportunity, even with the risks involved.

Years ago, you gained the nickname Fox, and it wasn't without reason. You would find a way to catch Pacho's' eye. You heard Pacho is bisexual and knowing that put all kinds of ideas in your head, knowing you had a chance changed everything. It also changed your perspective on the day you met. Part of you was convinced he was looking at you with desire in his eyes. Part of you thought you were making it up, so you just chalked it up to wishful thinking.

You didn't know much about the man, even with a reputation, there was still so much about him that was a mystery. Still, he seems like the type to know all about everyone else. Part of you wondered, if he knew about you. Was he ever curious about you?

As your mind continues to wander, you make your way back to the church, this time out of Azul's line of sight. You think about how fucking Pacho could be the biggest fuck-you to Miguel. You weren't a bad person, and normally not so vengeful, but Miguel is a damn vampire and he hurt you many times over.

He's able to pull out the villain in you, in a way no one else could.  Anything you give him, he has coming. Even with all the tenderness of your past together, but that died out a long time ago. You try to not think about that part too much.

The doors of the church finally opened, then closed. Pacho exits first, cocky and sexy as all hell. Miguel is still inside. You can tell whatever happened in the church went in Pacho's favor.

You take a moment to scope the landscape, then make a b line for Pacho's car. You noticed it was parked away from all the other guests, and it would make it easier for you to act on your plan. When you got there, you encountered the strange yet curious Navegante.

At the sight of you, he stopped leaning on the car and walked over to you. He stepped into your personal space with a weird little smile on his face.  You wait for him to speak, he doesn't, not right away.

“Did you see the tiger? I touched it.”

You don't know whether you want to laugh, or back away. And he sure looks proud of this little fact.  

You start to respond, “I -”

Before you could get the rest of your words out, Pacho appears.

Though you've seen him before, this feels like the first time all over again. You feel your heartbeat faster and your pulse quicken the moment his eyes fall on you. And when he speaks your name, you hold your breath. You've heard your name all your life, but from his lips, from his lips it feels like the most seductive thing you've ever heard.

You smile, "you remembered."  Your eyes lock on his.

He motions to the car with a small hand gesture, “What do you think you’re doing?”

You can see in his face; he sees through your innocent act. Of course he does.

“I wanted to see you up-close, too many people back there. Last time, we were in a room full of people too.” You replied confidently.

He smirks, looks at Navegante then back at you. “You’re a sneaky little thing.”

“You have no idea.”

Something flashes in his brown eyes you can't name or describe. Whatever it is, it takes your breath away. You unconsciously raise your hand to your chest and fiddle with your necklace.

Pacho slides his hands in his pockets and looks your over. Then signals to Navegante who gets in the driver's seat. You hold your breath and watch as Pacho walks over to the passenger side. Just as he's about to get in, he says, "get in."

Your heart is pounding even faster now. Would you really fuck Miguel and Pacho in the same night? Could you be that much of a sinner? Was that even possible?

You open the back door and hop in fast before anyone sees. The car speeds off into the night.

The hotel is nice. His room is a deluxe suit with two floors, large enough for a group. You haven't seen the upstairs yet.

The car ride over was quiet, strange, a thick electricity in the air. Back at the hotel, you sit in the living room area, a drink in your hand, trying to anticipate what's going to happen next. Your nervousness building by the second.

Pacho still doesn't say much, he watches you, like an animal stalking its prey. He's cool, calm, in control. He doesn't do anything in a rushed way, not even when he made your drink. He took his time and observing him was - exciting. This man exudes controlled, confident dominance in every single thing he does.

Oddly enough, in this period of waiting, you had more conversation with Navegante. Unsurprisingly, he was talking about weird shit, random stuff, but you actually found it amusing. At one point, Pacho left you with Navegante, as he went upstairs to the upper level. You were starting to wonder if this was a bad idea, then, he called for you.

You're hyper aware of every step you take, as you reach the second-floor landing and step into the room. There's a lounge area with a long couch, then a small hallway you assume leads to the second bathroom and the bedroom. There's a second bar up here, a smaller one. Pacho is making daiquiris in a white robe. His beautiful dark hair was wet.

“Sit.”

He motions to the couch, you do.

He brings the drink over and sits beside you. Same as the first drink, he watched you quietly as you tasted it. Once he's pleased with your reaction, he stands again.

“What was your goal, seeking me out?”

You bite your lip, feeling nervous as hell. Now that you're completely alone with him, your courage was starting to fade.

“I traveled a long way, don’t act shy now."

You place the drink down on the side table and sit up straighter. “I thought about you for months, since the first time I saw you. Is it a sin to be - curious?”

Pacho does that little thing with his nose, the thing you saw back at the meeting months ago and thought it was cute as hell. As the seconds pass without his response, you start to wonder what he’s thinking.

You didn't have to wait too long. Pacho sits beside you, his body feeling warm and setting all your sense on fire. He leans in, eyes locked on yours, “Stand-up” he points to the space before him.

You do as he commands.

Pacho reclined back, sipping his drink as he takes you in. “Strip. Slowly.”

Your heart skips a beat.

You do as he commands.

Taking your time, you strip off the tight black dress that Miguel’s money did indeed pay for. You could have used your own, but you were saving your money and mostly splurged with his. Something about that thought alone was adding to your arousal. Stripping in front of Pacho's' penetrative gaze in a dress bought for you with Miguel money? It's scandalous.

Standing naked before him, you feel the most vulnerable you've ever felt, the most - seen. Something about the way Pacho looks at you is unmatched. Your desire for him burns red and hot, your body craving his touch, his lips, more of his commands.

Pacho, maintaining his relaxed position, draws you closer to him with a single finger.

With a few steps, you close the distance between your bodies. Without breaking eye contact, Pacho unties his robe.

Dropping to your knees like some common whore you wait eagerly to take him in, to welcome him with your mouth and indulge in one part of your numerous Pacho fantasies.

Your wish is soon met. He fills your mouth; you take him in with pleasure. When you deep throat him the sound he makes nearly sends you to heaven. Fuck, you just made Pacho make that sound. You pull out all the stops, casting your spell on the man you couldn't stop thinking about for months. Finally, when Pacho can’t take it anymore he pulls you away by your hair and guides you to the bed toward the back of the massive suite

“On your back, knees up.”

Eager, you do so quickly, getting in place on the bed and gazing at him with flirty eyes.  He takes his time walking over to you. Once he climbs on the bed, his body hovers over your own, you can feel his arousal pressing into you.

The bastard teases you.

Ghosting his lips over your, but not kissing you. Pulling your head back when you try to kiss him. Using his lips and tongues to leave a trail of kisses down your body and in-between your legs. He continues to explore your body, in any way he sees fit, his mouth, tongue and fingers all working masterfully, driving you over the edge.

Each time you get too close to coming, he stops, making you wait, enjoying the way you whine for him. You quickly learn your lesson and behave; you stop trying to kiss him and try to control your body.

Once Pacho deems you obedient and patient, he finally slides his cock inside of you. With all the teasing, he's worked you up nicely, you take all of him with ease, he stretches you more than anyone else has, filling you deliciously. His strong-arm wraps around your body to hold you in place as he bottoms out in you.

You nearly come then and there, and when he finally kisses you; any sense of time or space disappears. Pacho fucks you hard, so deep, leaving you dazed and breathless as he continues his lust filled stokes, the whole time he holds you in a vice like grip. Kissing you so deeply, so passionately, you forget anyone who's ever kissed you before.

He maintains control the entire time, the intensity never letting up, even when you change positions. At certain points, you're sure you've broken skin, digging your nails deep into his back, his arms, his thighs - you've become utterly intoxicated by Pacho.

Finally, when you can't take anymore, dancing on the edge of release, Pacho pulls out completely. He makes you lay flat on your stomach. You know better than to beg for him.

Pacho sits back, strocking himself and catching his breath. You can feel his eyes burning into you. Just as silence falls in the room, his hand come down hard to slap your ass, leaving a burning sensation, he slaps the other cheek. You grab the pillows beneath your head.

“Should I let you come?”

“Yes, please.”

“I don't know if you deserve it,” he slaps your ass again.

“Please.” You begged.

His big strong hands come to your hips, fingers digging into you as he pulls your ass up in the air. He frees one hand, placing it flat on your back, keeping you in position.

He adjusts behind you, getting comfortable and lining himself up with your entrance. Without warning, he slams into you, knocking you off balance. He holds you in place and finds his rhythm again. You didn't even recognize the sounds leaving your lips as he fucks you, sounds you never made before.

Then sweet release comes.

The room spins and you're not sure if you're actually going to pass out or not. Your vision fades as pleasure explodes in your body. Pacho comes, your name soft on his lips as he does.

Once he pulls out, Pacho rolls onto his back, closing his eyes to catch his breath. You look at him, still on your stomach, his hair in his face, lips parted. This man is fucking beautiful.

When his dark eyes find yours, he shifts ever so slightly and cups your face, pulling you close to him. His lips, his beautiful lips you've started at more than once, now roll over yours. Moving his hand to the back of your head, Pacho grips tight, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before claiming your lips again.

Kissing him is dizzying. You kiss until your lips are swollen and slick. He draws back, keeping eye contact with you as he caresses the length of your neck.

A smile draws on his lips as he lays on his back,

“What's that look?” You asked.

“You look tired, don’t fall asleep on me now. I have plans for you -” when his eyes meet yours again a sense of excitement and slight worry overcomes you. Whatever else Pacho had in mind, you were definitely not getting any sleep tonight.

“Ch 2 | Ch 3  | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6

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A Place to Call Home - Finale

Isabella Bautista x Domino (ofc) (fxf) (narcos mx au)

Revised 3/9/23

Previous chapter | Words: 1,883

GIF credits: 1st mine, others from giphy | Moodboard - Mine 

Warnings: sex

1 week later 

Today was a big day, Domino was making a bid for an installation, then meeting with the local museum for a future project.

With everything she needed on hand, she grabbed her jacket and left her office. She rushed downstairs and toward the front door. Just as she was about to step out, she decided to check on Isabella.

Briefly setting her things down, she went to the 2nd floor and found Isabella in the last room to the left. Before Isabella got here, Domino didn't know what to do with this room. It was kind of a storage place for art supplies and other things.

Once she noticed Isabella liked the room, plus the view, they cleaned it up. Ever since, it’s been a nook for Isabella, who was also making good use of her unused art supplies.

After knocking, Domino opened the door and stuck her head in,

“I’m heading out. I'll be gone for a few hours.”

From her view, she could see Isabella working away at something with extreme focus. Her hand moved across the paper as music played softly in the background. Isabella lifted her head and glanced at her over her shoulder,

“Come in.” she grinned at her, then returned to the sketch.

“I didn’t want to disturb you,” Domino stepped inside and walked over to the desk.

Peeking over Isabella, she could see a number of completed sketches across the surface.

Domino slid her hands in her pockets and smiled, they were good, really good. It comes as no surprise, Isabella always had a knack for fashion, even during the days she only had the most basic clothes to work with. She always stood out and could make a 10-dollar dress look like a hundred bucks.

“Bella, these are great.” Domino leaned over her shoulder to take a closer look.

Isabella turned to her, “thank you. I didn’t think I still had it in me.”

“You’ll always have it Bella, “Domino rested her chin on Isabella’s shoulders, their faces even closer now, “you’re a natural at this.”

Isabella smirked, then shrugged, “I try.”

Domino stood and pointed at the sketches, “do you want to pursue this?”

The question caught Isabella by surprise. Not because she didn’t know the answer. She did. She hesitated because it never seemed attainable. Not for where she came from, how she grew up and what she did.

Isabella Bautista, designer, it could only be a dream, right?

Sensing her hesitation, Domino kneeled beside her. She holds Isabella’s eyes with her own, “Be honest with me.”

When Isabella finally answered, it was soft yet hopeful, “Yes.”

Domino laid a hand over hers, “If you want, I can help you. I can put you in a room with the right people.”

Isabella listened intently to every word. A closed mouth smile built on her lips as she eyed the sketches, then looked at Domino again.

Domino continued, “I don’t know anyone who dresses as sharply as you do. If you made your own line - fuck, watch out world!”

Dreams.

Everyone had them, and Isabella always had many, this being the biggest of all. She made so many things happen, she set things into motion and made huge moves before. Why not this one?

Isabella leaned forward with a full smile. Her eyes lit up as she spoke, “yes, let’s do it.”

“Consider it done.”

“Let’s celebrate. I want to go dancing.”

Domino rubbed the back of her hand with her thumb. “When I get back, we’ll go.”

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The whole night was perfect.

Domino got back early, and they spent some time outside with Romeo then had a late lunch. A little after that, they went into town, visited the gallery, then had a delicious dinner.

Now they were at the club, dancing under the blue lights as the music moved through them.

Nothing made Isabella feel freer than dancing. One night on the dance floor had a way of washing away any worries and troubles; not that she had any right now. This was celebratory; she felt excited and full of hope.

Dancing with her eyes closed, Isabella felt weightless. She opened her eyes and smirked at Domino who was equally enjoying herself. After all the shit Domino was dealing with last week, she’s happy to see her let loose and have some fun. Isabella winked at her and continued to dance

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Late that night 

Isabella made her way down the hall, then stood before Domino's room. A mix of nervousness and excitement moved through her body like electricity. It’s an odd thing, she didn’t get nervous often, but what she’s about to do, and anytime she thought about it has made her nervous.

She was so close that night on the beach but didn’t follow through. The pressure has been building since and tonight, after dancing and their bodies so close, after feeling Domino's hand on her hips when they danced together and locked eyes- she could no longer hold back. Even if she didn't have the right words, she needed to do or say something.

As she stalled outside the closed door, Romeo rushed over to her. She kneeled down to pet and cuddle him. Once she stood up, he continued on his way, likely going to one of his favorite windows next.

Before Isabella could settle on her choice of words, the door opened.

Domino held the knob and looked at her. Behind her, the room is dim minus one soft light. Domino was dressed in a loose tank top and a pair of shorts.

“Bella, everything's okay?”

Isabella nodded.

“Let me know if you need any-”

Isabella gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Domino stepped aside, watching her with a curious expression as Isabella closed the space between them. She cupped the side of Domino's face and kissed her.

When their lips met, Domino raised her hands, hovering them over Isabella’s shoulders, not quite touching them yet. When she finally anchored her hands, Isabella moved back slightly to see Domino's reaction.

Before her mind could spin into overdrive, Domino slid a hand behind Isabella’s neck and drew her into a second deeper kiss.

.

The sheets were soft against her bare back, the mattress firm beneath their bodies. Isabella could feel her lips swell from all the kissing. The kiss at the door built to a heated make out against the wall, their lips glued on each other as their hands roamed.

It was thrilling and she couldn’t recall ever being this excited, this full of anticipation for another person. She always enjoyed sex and had plenty of enjoyable experiences but this- this was another level.

Isabella knew what she looked like, she turned heads everywhere she went, and even when she didn’t want to, she could use that to her advantage. She never tripped over a guy or longed so deeply for someone it ached. She never had that experience until Domino.

It was like her skin was on fire and the only way to cool down was through Domino's kiss, her lips, her hands. Isabella has never felt a desire as hot and deep as this. And though this is not her first time with a woman, it feels like it.

The mattress shifted slightly as Domino topped her. Isabella slid her hands up her bare thighs and she lowered her face to Isabella's, her long dark hair like a curtain over their faces.

Domino teased Isabella’s skin as she planted a trail of kisses up her neck and over her chin. Stopping at her lips, she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and nibbled it lightly.

Isabella gasped quietly as Domino moved down her neck again and to her breasts. Domino lingered there for a moment, then sat up. She flashed a little grin, then pinned Isabella’s arms over her head.

“Oh,” Isabella raised a brow,” I’m usually the one in control.”

“Not in my bed,” Domino replied. “But I’ll let you take control, sometimes.” Domino held both of Isabella’s wrists with one hand.

Isabella’s breath caught in her throat as Domino slid her free hand down their bodies and in-between Isabella’s thighs. The sweetest moan fell from her lips as Domino teased her clit, then finally slid a finger inside of her.

Isabella bucked her hips and let her eyes close as she submitted completely to Domino, giving her body over to her with complete and utter delight.

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With a lust heavy gaze, Domino took her time, bringing Isabella to the edge. Like a voyeur she watches every single expression and quiver of Isabella's lips. Each one turning her on more and more.

Isabella Bautista has always been beautiful, and now, beneath her like this, her body dancing with pleasure, she was the most breathtaking Domino has ever seen her.

When Domino claimed her lips again, Isabella greedily took over the kiss, wanting - needing - as much of her as possible. Consumed by eachother, they kissed deeply and Domino used her fingers and thumb to bring Isabella to the edge and push her past it in the most ecstatic orgasm she’s ever had.

They inhaled eachtoher, kissing like it was the end of the world, like it was the last time either of them would do it again - making every single glide of the tongue and press of the lips count.

As Isabella started coming down from her high, bliss vibrating through her body, Domino sat back and pressed her wet fingers to Isabella’s lips. Isabella opened her mouth and sucked on Domino's fingers. Domino groaned and stuck them in a little deeper,

“Look at you,” Domino slid her fingers out and lowered her head to brush her lips over Isabella’s, “you have no idea how much this.” she whispered.

“Why don’t you keep showing me how much.” Isabella grinned, bending her knees again and pressing her hot inner thighs to Domino’s skin as she lingered between her legs.

“I plan to, it’s going to be a long night.” Domino pressed her hand against Isabella’s chest, gently forcing her back to the bed.

Isabella watched Domino move down her stomach and bury her head between her legs, this time using her mouth and tongue to bring her quickly to her second orgasm as she barely came down from the first.

Isabella cursed on heightened breaths as she melted into the mattress, uncurving her spine and uncurling her toes. A wide blissed out smile filled her lips as Domino's mouth returned to her breast.

This is home.

This is where I belong.

Still catching her breath, Isabella opened her eyes and used what strength she had left to pull Domino under her. “My turn.”

Domino laid bad, a smile on her lips, a fire in her eyes. She hooked a leg around Isabella’s hips and drew her closer,

“Do your worst.”

Isabella laughed and dipped her head, bringing her lips to hers, “I will. It’s going to be a long night.”

Domino smiled against her lips and pulled her into another kiss.

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I need church, it’s been a smut heavy week. I dont know what overcame me.

I’m off to revisit next chapters for in progress stories.

The queue so far

- Opia (Ezra/Prospect) - 90% done

- 13 Spades (Modern AU Halfdan / Vikings) - 80% done

- A different life (Walt Breslin /Narcos Mx) - in progress

- Silent confessions (Geralt / The Witcher) - completed

Other stories need to be completed too, but these are the most present to me know & I’m really enjoying writing them. 💜