#rafa narcos

[cantstayawaycani]

And of course, there are no fics or writings that center Rafael "Rafa" Caro Quintero anywhere to be found.

[narcos-narcosmx]

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Okay just me thinking about that hilarious post I just reblogged. Credit to @purplesong1028 that ‘gets a dick pic’ meme is hilarious! I hope it’s okay to fangirl over it (original post) if not, I’m sorry and I’ll take this down.

Part two

I really need to prep for bed but…I’m just having fun with these and they aren’t really edited. Again this is just inspired by their post and out of fun. You know the show, you know the general warnings. 💕 Arte

Below is Ramón, Pacho, Isabella, Benjamin & Rafa

Ramón

You were playing video games with Ramón when his phone dinged. At first, he ignored it. It wasn’t until the third time that he picked it up. You watched as a look of annoyance quickly turned to pure amusement.

“What is it?” You asked.

Ramón hopped off the bed and quickly unbuckled his pants. Before you could ask what he was doing, he smiled at you wildly, then grabbed his phone with his other hand,

“I’m gonna send one back!”

Pacho

“You make the best martinis.” You said as you finished off your drink. You weren’t really a Martini person, but Pacho has the magic touch. The look he shot you in response is a clear, yeah I know.

Pacho stands and gathers the glasses for a refill. When he reaches the counter his phone buzzes. Pulling it out of his pockets, he stills as he looks at the screen. From his smile alone, you know whatever he’s looking at is amusing.

Pacho frees up both his hands then types, “send another one.”

Isabella

After a fun night out, you and a few others end up at some guys party. He’s someone Isabella knows and gives you all VIP treatment.

As you chill on the long couch, Isabella phone goes off. Not that you were being nosey, but you were sitting right next to her. So when she pulls up the screen and a very clear dick pick is starting at you, you nearly spit your drink out.

Isabella laughs, then looks at you. You know that look. She’s up to something.

She calls one of the guys over whose been drooling over her since you arrived. Barely holding back a laugh, she stands and pulls up her camera,

She looks the guy right in the eyes and says, “Drop your pants.”

Benjamin aka my sweet Min

Sinking into the office chair, Min pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He’s tired. It’s been a long ass day. And all he wants is to get home to his wife and little girl.

Swiveling in the chair, he can see the crew downstairs, and ‘Mons cackle reaches the office. Benjamin narrow the blinds a little more then returns to the desk. Just as he reaches for a stack of papers, his phone buzzes in his pocket.

At first he smiles, maybe it’s a cute picture of his daughter, his wife likes to send those. But once he pulls the photo up, his smile drops to a frown.

A look of total disgust morphs his expression and Benjamin promptly deletes the photo and blocks the number.

“What the fuck?” He stands and rests his hands on his hips.

That’s it. He’s had enough for the day.

Rafa

When you arrived, Rafa had just finished watching Scarface, again. But you weren’t going to bust his bubble. At the sight of you, he jumped up to his feet and gave you the biggest hug.

Tonight you’re going dancing, and after a long work week, you’re really looking forward to it. A night out with Rafa is exactly what you need.

With one arm around your shoulders, he excitingly tells you about his newest strain and insists you try it before going out.

Before he can go on any further, his phone buzzes. Rafa steps away to get it the quickly joins your side. The moment he pulls up the screen he erupts on laughter.

Rafa immediately shows you the picture as he curls over with laughter.

“I gotta post this - “ he straightens up and pulls up his Instagram.

“Rafa I don’t think that a -“ you try to warn through your laughter.

“Done!” He showed you the phone.

He posted it.

[tenoch-hq]

Tenoch Huerta Mejía as Rafael Caro Quintero in NARCOS: MEXICO | 01 x 03 - El Padrino

[filmshotsandhandsomeactors]

We all watch Narcos and Narcos Mexico for the story

[aolechan]

[purpleph4se]

ultraviolence

rafa “caro” quintero x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[namorslutfanfiction]

Ok so I’ve not seen narcos Mexico which is basically a sin at this point but I am obsessed with Rafa!!! So he’s obviously such a soft sweet lil baby boy so I was thinking what if he met a woman who was strong and sassy and also into *cough cough* gardening *cough* and he just melts for her but she’s a hard to get maybe cos they’re rivals and she has a reputation to uphold being a strong independent woman ??? Maybe some smut with them giving into the attraction ??? Idk I’m just excited I want to keep requesting stuff cos I love your writing. Also I think the power dynamic would be such a twist cos tenoch/namor just scream daddy to me but Rafa screams soft sub baby with a big old praise kink amongst other kinks 😂

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

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

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

drug use, fluff, smut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

....

Okay, I love rafa so much wtf.

reblog, review, reply, my chiquitins.

[writers-vlogx]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[talokanda-forever]

Right profile vs left profile: which will reign supreme? Too damn close to call.

The right profile ended strong there with a slight jaw clench, but Rafa upped the ante by including a prop to sweeten the, uh...pot. Rafa doesn't do anything without his weed.

[proceduralpassion]

XTASY

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

Character(s): Rafa Caro Quintero x Reader

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

WC: ~1.4K

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

“Fuck, I missed you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rafa makes up for lost time. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The smirk on his face is tempting though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, that was insane.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were granted some mercy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rafa, please, baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[venting402]

couldn’t explain on my life why I found early season Rafa so much more endearing but this sums it up perfectly

[cantstayawaycani]

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

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

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

Fandom(s): Narcos Mexico

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

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

Posted: 02.09.23

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Follow the author’s Tumblr here for writing updates.

Meeting His Match

[narcos-narcosmx]

I’m having thoughts about a certain chaotic romantic I miss and that unpublished drabble I never posted.

Also

I’m pushing the finale of flirting with danger back until it gets some more reads/traction and people catch up. I’m gunna focus on other wips first.

This isn’t a guilting thing at all. Trust me, not my intention. We have lives, interests outside of fics, and we get busy. I get it 💜

I made this choice because it seems only like 2 people have read the last two chapters. So gonna put FWD on hold for now. Then get to the finale soonish.

Arte

[tenoch-hq]

Tenoch Huerta Mejía as Rafael Caro Quintero in NARCOS: MEXICO | 01 x 02 - The Plaza System

[syrma-sensei]

Tenoch Huerta kisses like a slut

[aolechan]

Tenoch Huerta as Rafael Caro Quintero in NARCOS: MEXICO | 01 x 01 - Camelot