I love your narcos fic so much.i read all of them and i wanna say thank you for writing so many masterpiece and sharing with us 🙏🏻🙏🏻💖💖💖can you write some short fic about Pacho Herrera x gn/reader? pls 🥺🥺🥺
Colombian gold
Pacho Herrera x gn!reader, (nothing very bad, the usual for the show) 2512 words
"you have a date? how much did you pay them?" by @novelbear
a/n : thank you !! <3333 enjoy this maybe not short fic of his
As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx
Tagging the narcos fam @narcolini @drabbles-mc @anunhealthydoseofangst @hausofmamadas @ashlingnarcos
Pacho doesn’t really know why he is here. Sure, maybe it is Miguel's birthday party and he was invited, maybe it might also be about the bigger picture, that Miguel fucked up with the US government, fucked up with their shipments, this event a good occasion to make sure Miguel knows who he is working for. This could be a phone call, he could have sent someone else, but why keep himself away when he could come to Mexico, enjoy the drinks, the food, your company.
He likes to think he is bigger than this, those events, the gluttony of it all, bigger than the jealousy that pierces his chest when he sees you across the pool, someone’s arm wrapped around your own. This jealousy is hot, burning through his chest in a way he has never felt before. It overpowers him, but he can only watch and clap with everyone else as fireworks boom and light up the sky. He catches eyes with Miguel a few meters away from you, he is sulking, as usual. Oh, Pacho thinks, what wouldn’t he endure to get what he really wants.
He is almost grateful when he exits the chapel. The air is refreshing, he needs a new drink, and there is an extra stride in his steps when he eventually notices you, leaning against the bar, alone. He feels it again, hot, burning, tearing him apart. The cold glass counter soothes the burn as he props himself next to you.
‘’ You have a date? ‘’ He starts. ‘’ How much did you pay him? ‘’
You turn to him. There is a pink tint to your cheeks, something glossy about your lips, a few drinks perhaps, something irresistible. Your eyes shine from the lights above you, they twinkle as you recognize him.
‘’ I don’t pay for dates, I’ll let you know. I usually turn down offers. ‘’
‘’ Hmm. ‘’
Pacho knows you don’t have to pay for them. Of course, you don’t, not when the silk covering your body fits you like a glove, not when the gold wrapped around your neck makes your skin glow.
He remembers meeting you for the first time, a few steps behind Miguel at all times. Pacho didn’t know your name back then, but he noticed your sharp thinking, the clues and pieces of puzzles you picked up that others would never have seen. You were the smart one he had quickly realized, out of the bunch, those that would only follow, monkeys.
He remembers when the lines had started to blur, when his hand would press the small of your back to direct you to your seat, to his apartment. He would call you on occasion, pretexting work, shipments, and anything in between. Pacho knew you could see through it all, the small gestures, the gifts, you had to, how could you not?
Pacho hated how the Plaza could not see your potential in the same light he would. Greed and jealousy run the world, and it certainly motivated your colleagues too. He had tried to make you see through it, how little they thought of you, how you could do so much more if you left them, joined someone else, him.
‘’ I can’t. I owe Miguel everything, you know that. ‘’
‘’ Loyalty is what will get you killed, they will betray you if they have to. ‘’
‘’ You don’t know that. ‘’
‘’ Are you willing to wait and find out? ‘’
Pacho knew you weren’t, he knew there was something in you that was meant for better, greater things.
‘’ Did Miguel tell you coming to his birthday party alone was forbidden? ‘’ He continues, digging for more information.
‘’ Well, Maria sure does tell me every day how sorry she is for me that I am single. ‘’ Your eyes squint, taking him in, ‘’ But I see that you didn’t get influenced by the backhanded comments. ‘’
‘’ Well, I thought my favourite Mexican would be single for the night, that would have fixed the problem, don’t you think? ‘’
He can see the red that colours your cheeks now, a nice blush. Your eyes burn into his with intrigue.
‘’ Chapo is indeed single. I knew you liked them short and moreno. ‘’
He laughs with you on that one, maybe, he thinks, but he does like you better. More his type, more everything, addicting.
‘’ So, ‘’ the ice inside your drink clinks as you swirl the liquid around, ‘’ What brings you to this part of the world, colombiano? ‘’
‘’ You. ‘’
He could have thought this through a little bit better and made it seem like he was coming for business anyway, that this was just such a happy coincidence, but he couldn’t, not after how you had left last time. It always started like it usually did, music, wine, deep conversations over the balcony, but it also always finished the same, accusing fingers, your clothes back in your suitcase, the betrayed look on your face when he would mention how he can’t believe you are letting them walk over you once more.
There is no point in walking around it because he knows now why you plague his mind, you have got to know too, you have to. Maybe he has had one too many drinks.
‘’ I think you know why I always come back, why I come to waste my time en ese campo with those half-assed associates of yours. ‘’
‘’ Pacho. ‘’
A warning maybe. Do not say such words it means, not now, but he can’t seem to care. At home or overseas, he is a king, untouched. He is so close to you he can see the dots of gold in your eyes better now, raise his hand and feel your forearm with the inside of his palm as you let him. He could kiss you, he thinks, right now, in front of everyone and feel no shame. It would show them, he thinks, payasos.
‘’ Don’t kiss me, ‘’ you plead, eyes glued to his, ‘’ Not here. I can’t, I- ‘’
More fireworks set off in the distance, and another whiskey is pushed toward him by the bartender, but just when he thinks that everything is okay, that this could still be your moment, even when all the noise comes back, even after everyone starts moving again in your peripheral vision, your date puts his arm around your waist.
He doesn’t like how you tense, caught off guard. There is a ringing in his ears, a call for fury, anger, of knives and guns, whatever he can get his hand on. His fingers tighten around his glass, he doesn’t know this one, whoever you decided was fit enough to join your side for a few hours, and he doesn’t care to.
‘’ I suggest you bring your business elsewhere tonight. ‘’
‘’ Pacho, please- ‘’ You pitch up, trying to stop him, the threats, the powertrip, but it is useless.
‘’ I won’t ask twice. ‘’ He continues.
Pacho knows his gun is easily visible tucked into his pants, and quick eyes up and down from your date tell him he saw it too. It does not take much for him to leave after that, after Pacho makes a show of sipping his whiskey and leaning back to display the loaded pistol. You nod to the poor man to go, freeing him from the spectacle.
‘’ Now you are just being mean. ‘’ You tsk.
Pacho’s eyes are still following the man’s back into the crowd until he is but a speck of colour in his sight.
‘’ I didn’t see you try to get him to stay either. ‘’
You bring the last sip of your drink to your mouth.
‘’ What is it Pacho, what do you want? ‘’
Your empty glass is pushed to the side as you lean toward him, your eyes serious.
‘’ And don’t say me, don’t say any other business chingaderas. I want the truth. ‘’
Pacho catches the bartender’s attention and he orders you another glass, something sweet, exactly how you like it. Too much sugar will kill you. Maybe, but I’m pretty sure smoking will get to you first. Mostly it is to kill time and take this moment to think about how to say it, if he should at all. What has been bothering him for a long time, what he knows now since the chapel. Pacho lets you take a sip first, and you let him pay without fighting for the bill.
‘’ Miguel is not being honest with me, I know he is planning something, but I am not sure why. ‘’ He clears his throat. ‘’ I’d like you to listen and, if you want, report anything concerning to me. ‘’
Your reaction is instantaneous, like you have been stung by his words, your body reacting in disbelief. He knows how hard this must be for you, as it is for him too. He loathes how political your relationship has been lately, that you are just a piece of the puzzle being tossed around between them, always trying to win, to triumph. Your laugh is dry, void of emotion.
‘’ You’ve gone insane. ‘’ You shake your head. ‘’ And here I thought for a second you liked me. ‘’
‘’ You know how I feel about you, when has it ever been a secret? ‘’
Your eyes trail off elsewhere, in the crowd, the tiger in the cage. Pacho takes a step closer, approaching again when you let him. His hand moves up, thumb touching your chin, fingers pressing on your jaw, gently bringing your gaze his way.
‘’ Only if you want. Think about it, ‘’ About everything, about what we could do together. ‘’ I won’t hold it against you if you don’t. ‘’
His thumb caresses your bottom lip, a touch for the road, a touch to remember. He smiles, softly, trying to smooth out the tension in your body.
‘’ Enjoy the party, okay? ‘’
He means it. Your tongue rolls around in your mouth, biting back words as you shake him off you. And then he leaves, simply because there is nothing else he can do, he walks to the car, drives to the hotel, home and then he waits. However long it would take.
.
One morning the phone rings, the one he keeps with him at all times, the one he reserves for your number only, no one else's. It feels heavy in his hand, burning through the skin, through his heart, he hadn’t heard from you for weeks now. It takes him a few seconds before he reacts, pressing the button and bringing the phone to his ear.
‘’ Pacho. ‘’
He hears the crackle of your voice over the receiver, flat, his name an acknowledgement, barely a hello. You had only called once after the party, mostly to yell at him, drunk and incoherent. A time when he could do nothing but listen and send a car to your house to make sure you didn’t accidentally hurt yourself. Something he still hadn’t received a thank-you card for, no apologetic phone call, just a deafening silence in return, no more late-night conversations, your side of the bed still cold.
He had thought you wouldn’t call again after that, not when you had been so angry, how you had told him that this must have been all a trick from the beginning. Like a snake, you had spit at him through the phone, trying to break the ranks, the long-earned trust.
Letting you plant doubt into my head at Miguel’s birthday was a mistake.
‘’ Are you there? ‘’
I am. He is, holding onto the satellite phone like his life depends on it.
‘’ I want you to listen very carefully, ‘’ You begin, ‘’ I’ll only say this once. ‘’
This call is moving too fast. Pacho knows this isn’t an apology, and frankly, he doesn’t expect one, but he had hoped you would have been a bit more forgiving, less strategic, less straight to the point. He hears you move around, doors closing and opening, probably at home from what has been reported to him lately.
‘’ Miguel will talk to Don Juan in Matamoros before your meeting. This is what you wanted, right? Information like this? Because this is the last time, I’m done, I’m leaving Mexico. ‘’
He feels like he has been stabbed, straight through the heart and pulled.
‘’ Why? Where are you going? ‘’
Come to me, he wants to say, I’ll fly you in, I’ll protect you.
‘’ Listen, I know you can one-up his deal. ‘’ Hair brushes against the receiver. ‘’ Miguel will know I ratted out the second he gets to your meeting, use it wisely. ‘’
‘’ Don’t hang up. Talk to me. ‘’
He calls your name through the phone, pleading, he knows how desperate his voice might sound, he knows he is. Tell me what happened, and I’ll take care of it. Pacho knows running away is your next step, hang up and disappear, leave and hide, but he won’t allow it, not when he can take you in and make sure you are safe.
In his arms forever at last.
‘’ Miguel wants Guerra to get into the cocaine business, if it works he’ll have leverage, and if the Caribbean corridor closes you’ll- ‘’
‘’ No. ‘’ He has to take a deep breath, remind himself to stay focused on the task at hand. ‘’ No, not that. What happened? ‘’
Why are you leaving? What did they do?
‘’ I- Pacho, I can’t stay on the phone much longer- ‘’
He holds the phone in a tight grip, sweaty fingers, gold rings crushing the plastic.
‘’ I am sending someone to pick you up. Don’t leave your house. ‘’
He can feel your hesitation over the phone, all the planning that would have to be thrown out the window, what it would mean to be seen by his side. This is not just business anymore to him, it hasn’t been for a long time.
‘’ I owe you that. Let me. ‘’
He had longed for this, a phone call, a letter, news of your well-being. A chance to save you, steal you away.
‘’ Okay. ‘’ You sound small, resigned. You know better than to refuse, ‘’ I’ll wait. ‘’
The second you hang up, Pacho is on the move, snapping fingers left and right, setting up cars, planes, whatever it will take to get you out. It scares him to death, the idea of you alone in Mexico, waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for someone to figure out something is wrong, to see if Miguel would act on it.
He has a different feeling this time, nothing hot or burning like before. It spreads through him, a searing pain. It isn’t jealousy anymore, fear perhaps.
Maybe it is, he realizes.
Letting you plant doubt into my head at Miguel’s birthday was a mistake.
(I rarely write nsfw in russian and I've never done it before in english. And I've only started to learn spanish - thanks to Pacho - so I translated his phrases by google, let me know if something is wrong. Hope you'll enjoy)
• Pacho is a good diplomat, so he always talks to you. It's really important for him to know that you enjoy everything he's going to do with you.
• he gives you everything the best: clothes, jewelry, food, shampoos... sex-toys.
• he can make you feel like a queen. He often lets you choose what to eat, to wear, where to go. Pacho allows you to feel control, but actually he's always in charge.
• and you remember it in the bedroom (well, not only in the bedroom)
• "¿Dije que puedes tocarme?" (Did I say you can touch me?)
• "Quiero que sigas mirándome." (I want you to keep looking at me)
• "No, no cierres las piernas." (No, do not close your legs)
• he is much more experienced in sex than you, so he usually suggests you what he likes to do.
• and you agree, because you trust him.
• if you tell him that you want to try something, he would be glad to do it.
• like one day you mentioned that maybe you would like him to spank you. Pacho agreed enthusiastically, and spanking became his favourite way to pleasure or punish you.
• he always controls his emotions. So he will always punish you cool-headed.
• when you don't behave, he still makes you come. But only with his skilled fingers. No kisses, no hugs, your hands are tied to the bed, Pacho's full clothed, doesn't even take off his silk shirt, maybe he's even during his business call. "¿Querías tu orgasmo? Tómalo" (You wanted your orgasm? Take it). So you come but don't feel satisfied.
• if he was really mad at your bratty behaviour, you need to beg for forgiveness on your knees, rubbing up against Pacho's leg, looking him in the eyes. Maybe he will let you suck him.
• but usually Pacho is a god of a very long foreplay. He always takes his time and makes you an absolute mess. You could not even imagine that he can do that to you with only his kisses.
• he's a great kisser, we all know it.
• and oh, he likes to tease.
• "¿Qué deseas? Dime". (What do you want? Tell me)
No, necesitas ser más específico" (No, you need to be more specific)
• and it will continue until you describe him exactly what you need and beg him to do it.
• he often fucks you slowly and sensually.
• but don't forget, he likes control and wants you to do exactly as he says.
• he can be rough if you ask him (or if he asks you and you agree). And he spanks you, bites you, pins you to the bed and moves hard and steady.
• mirrors? Oh yes. Pacho likes to see both your butt and your face when he fucks you from behind. And you look at his concentrated face, falling apart.
• he's a voyeurist and enjoys to watch you strip, dance or parade for him.
• "Ahora quítate la blusa. Despacio" (Now take off your blouse. Slowly)
• did I mention that he can make you wet with only his words and low voice?
• but also he likes to know that someone of his servants or soldiers can see him with you. So Pacho asks you to suck him or warm him on the balcony or near the swimming pool. And you do it, full of embarrassment and excitement.
• "Que todos vean lo bueno(a) que eres para mí" (Let them all see how good you are for me)
If you like it, let me know. And maybe there would be a part two, about how Pacho introduces you to his colleagues and what they think about your relationships. And maybe some of them (Amado?) will join you.
Warnings: Self-pleasure (not graphic), cursing, reader punching a creep for touching her
You met Chepe two years ago in New York. You weren't officially dating, but you were more than friends. Your relationship existed in a sweet spot between friends and lovers.
The first time you met, you were outside of a club, some asshole got handsy, then tried to follow you home. When he grabbed at you on the street, you punched him square in the jaw, then pulled out your switchblade.
Chepe was on the payphone at the end of the block. He was impressed with how you handled the asshole. When the man scurried off, Chepe walked over to you and introduced himself.
That night changed everything. Chepe was enamored with you, and you were drawn to him. Though you didn't ask for it, and made your own money, he spoiled you. Giving your any and everything you needed and liked to shower you with gifts and delicious dinners.
Chepe also liked to show you off and took any chance he could to have you on his arm. One of your favorite things to do was go out dancing. And when he asked you to come to Cali with him for a short while, you said yes. It was about to be winter in NY again, and you looked forward to the temporary change of environment.
Though the relationship wasn't exclusive, the longer you were together, the less you liked to share. Your adventures outside the relationship started to wind down a little as you focused on each other. And soon enough, you didn't really want anyone else in your bed until you met his close friend Pacho.
You met him the same day you met Chepe's other trusted allies and partners, the brothers. After some time, your skills were put to use and the inner circle let you in. And each time you were around them, it took everything in you to not look at Pacho, he was like a magnet in any room he was in and one of the most handsome well-dressed men you've ever seen.
You got along with all of them, including Pacho who took a liking to you. You soon found yourself fantasizing about the heartbreaker in silk shirts and expensive slacks. But you couldn't have him, Pacho was a gay man and so all you could do was dream.
.
One night over daiquiris, you and Pacho talked about your pasts and some of your favorite memories. Pacho revealed he had been with a woman once, a very long time ago. That little nugget of information rooted in your brain and made you wonder if one day your fantasy could come true. Chepe even teased you at times, he knew you wanted Pacho and often made little jokes about it.
The next night, after you and the guys had dinner, you waited until they left to relieve the tension that was building inside of you all day. Alone in your room, you visualized another way the night could have gone. You imagined Chepe and Pacho in bed with you as you pleased yourself.
You moaned both their names as you neared your climax. In the high of it all, you didn't hear the guys come back in, and didn't know they were right outside the door listening. What finally gave it away was Chepe's laugh from outside the door, Pacho said something to him that made him laugh. You pulled the cover over your body, got up, then pulled the door open.
As you stared at them half horrified, half excited by being caught, they laughed and Pacho whispered something to Chepe, who them said to you,
“Don’t let me stop you.”
"What?" You asked, eyes jumping from one man to the other.
"Go ahead," Chepe kissed you, then walked you back into the room, "keep going."
"With you watching?" you asked as you stared at Chepe, too afraid to look at Pacho who you just imagined was taking you in every way possible. When you dared to take a glance at Pacho, he smiled at you making it worse. He just stood there, amused, hands in pockets, totally cool and calm.
"I - I don't know if I can."
"yeah you can." Chepe eased you to the bed then took a seat.
"With him staying?" You asked, looking at Pacho again.
Pacho chuckled, "shy all of a sudden?"
You locked eyes with him, then felt excitement overpowering the anxiety.
You don't know where you found it, but after a breath you found the courage to face the challenge and finish the job. It might not be exactly what you imagined in your head minutes ago, but it was damn close.
You finished, reaching and passing your climax as Chepe watched. There was no jealousy in Chepe's eyes, just pure amusement as he grinned. Pacho was by the door, leaning against the wall. He watched in silence, brown eyes focused on you, occasionally he shared a glance with Chepe.
As you caught your breath, Pacho smiled, then addressed you both as Chepe walked over to the bed.
"I'll leave you to it." He winked at you and left the room.
Chepe climbed into bed with you and kissed you. As you kissed, you unbuttoned his shirt, needing to get him undressed as fast as possible.
.
The next day
Work went as normal, minus the little secret of last night. You didn't talk about it, but each time you exchanged looks with each other, your mind went back to that bedroom. Pacho staying to watch only made you want him more.
The tasks for the day were about over when you noticed Chepe and Pacho talking by the car. You kept looking back as they made no efforts to hide what they were looking at, you. Were they talking about you too? Were they talking about last night?
As you finished up your last task and made your way over to them, a sense of nervous excitement filled you with each step. Pacho and Chepe kept talking, too low for you to hear as they watched you come closer and closer. And when you reached them, they looked at each other, then you and said,
“i feel like shit.” “you look like it, too.” *they bump shoulders* This one for Pacho, cause I just really want to see Pacho looking like shit for once😂
Also since it’s Pacho, feel free to make the OC gn or male if it makes your more comfortable! Thank you❤️
Brown eyes
Pacho Herrera x gn!reader, 1243 words
mentions of small injuries, mentions of wanting to kill someone? As always it's the fictional, not the real deal
a/n : okay so I wasn't sure how to end this one, but hey, enjoy !
It is your co-worker knocking on your office door that makes you raise your head from your paperwork. He slowly walks in and waits for you to take off your glasses before you mention to him to go ahead,
‘’ Boss, señor Herrera is here for you... ‘’
The surprise on your face is evident. Crushing numbers for the gentlemen de Cali hadn’t always been that stable of a job over the years, but your work was good, one of the best in your field, with a resume to prove it. The legality of it all never really bothered you and the pay was way beyond what anyone could expect for a position like yours. It came with perks, protection, money. Meeting with them was recurrent business, either through monthly reports, birthday parties, or associates meetings. You were part of the inner circle after all. But Pacho being here? In your office? This building had always been the only place where no one was allowed. The confidentiality, the secretness of your work, it was a must, and for Pacho to be here, something big had happened.
Your co-worker barely finishes his sentence that señor Herrera himself barges in from behind him and the poor man knows better than to stay around, closing the door behind him. Pacho stands tall in front of your desk and you have to lift your head to look at him. The sight almost frightens you. Dried blood cakes his hair, sliding down the side of his face, the pomade he applied this morning is not fixing the hairstyle like it is supposed to. Beautiful brown locks sticking to the sweat on his forehead, holding on for dear life. He finally exhale, shoulders visibly relaxing. You get up from your chair, pointing to the crystal decanter on your desk, rising your eyebrow in a silent question and he is fast to nod.
You always liked working with him more than the other gentlemen. Trusting him proved to be naturally easy, Pacho rapidly proved himself to you in the many times he had saved your life without hesitation. Bringing you coffee in early mornings or walking you to your car after dark, leaning closer and closer every time, his soft brown eyes meeting yours. You would trust Pacho with your life, and you sometimes wonder if it would be greedy to want more to this partnership. You pour him a drink, the rim of the bottle clinking against the glass. You notice his shirt, ripped near the shoulder, the dirt smeared on his face and you wonder for a second if he didn't just crawl his way in the building.
You break the silence, ‘’ Here, ‘’ you extend your arm to give him his drink, now standing between him and your desk. He takes it with an eager hand, fingers touching yours, and nearly drinks the whole thing in one take.
‘’ I feel like shit. ‘’
He wipes the alcohol from his lips and laughs, his smile doesn't reach his eyes like it usually does. The sound is void of any humor, choked in his throat, eyes blank, empty. There is blood on the side of his nose and you question if touching him would be too much. You can tell he’s seen awful things today, things you know he won’t want to talk about. The dirt, the regrets, the guilt, you want to wipe it all off him. You decide to wait, keeping your hands on your side,
‘’ You look like it, too. ‘’
He scoffs and his shoulder bumps yours as he goes for the alcohol. His whole hand is around the bottle’s neck as he fills his glass once again. He is so much closer now, his scent is overwhelming. Spicy, warm, rich. He looks at you, the liquor finding his mouth once more.
‘’ What happened? ‘’ You question. Your eyes meet his as he sighs. You are sure your cheeks are flushed, pulsing, you feel your heart in your face. He is still so close to you. It does make you feel better when you notice that his are too. You can see how he hesitates and you know he is reciting the words in his head before he has to say them out loud. He is probably wondering if you should be let on the whole thing, and if he wasn’t already looking like hell, you would have made sure of it,
‘’ Y/N... ‘’ He trails off, ‘’ You have to leave. You have to get out of the city for a bit. ‘’
‘’ You know I can’t just leave now, ‘’ you are quick to protest, ‘’ Pacho, what happened? You’re still bleeding, por Dios. ‘’
Your mind is screaming at you not to, but you still bring your fingers upon his nose, wiping at the dried blood, ‘’ And you look horrible. ‘’
He smiles faintly and your heart burst when he presses his hand on yours, as he gently kisses your palm. Your hand is still warm on his face when he speaks,
‘’ It’s the Salazars, they ambushed us in a lab in San Marcos. They know about you. ‘’
You knew this would happen someday, having to move around and probably stay low for a while. But you want to know, you have to know, ‘’ If I leave, ‘’ you prompted slowly, ‘’ Will you be coming with me? ‘’
You want him to leave with you and you are aware of how selfish it sounds. Your hand is still caressing his cheek, small strokes of your thumb against his cheekbone, trying to tell yourself that you just want to rub the blood away. You already know what the answer is going to be, you’re not sure why you asked,
‘’ I wish I could, cariño. I’ll visit every few days, hmm? To make sure you’re alright. ‘’ His hand lifts to where your jaw meets the neck, slightly squeezing. As he explains, you can’t miss how he forces himself to sound reassuring,
‘’ It’s temporary. I will find them. I will kill them all, I swear, and then you come back to me. ‘’
His lips are trembling with rage. His grip on your neck is grounding you, warm,
‘’ I’ll wait for you then. ‘’ Your voice is soft, almost a whisper, as if saying it too loud would curse it. He nods at your words, a few rapid quick motions of the head. Good, he murmurs, hand still on your neck, good. He lets out a deep breath, please, he almost wants to say, please. He pulls you to him, burying his nose in your hair, his hand cradling your face to his chest. Your heart beats fast in your rib cage,
‘’ Fuck, I’m just glad you’re okay. ‘’
You melt in his embrace, your arms wrapping around his torso, fingers desperately grasping at the silk. You can feel the rage that is radiating off of him from how warm he is under your fingertips, and you don’t doubt his words. He’s all you can smell, all you can feel, making you almost wish time could stop for a second. Spicy, warm, rich. You hold him closer, cling to him a little tighter. You know it is only a matter of time before he fixes everything like he always does, a matter of days, weeks at most before you can come back to Cali, to him.
Got tagged by the sweet @ashlingnarcos <3 so im going to share a Pacho one too
Rules: Make a new post to share the latest line from one of your WIPs and then tag however many people you feel like.
No title yet - Pacho x GN!Reader
You want him to leave with you and you are aware of how selfish it sounds. Your hand is still caressing his cheek, small strokes of your thumb against his cheekbone, trying to tell yourself that you just want to rub the blood away. You already know what the answer is going to be, you’re not sure why you asked,
‘’ I wish I could, cariño. I’ll visit every few days, hmm? To make sure you’re alright. ‘’ His hand lifts to where your jaw meets the neck, slightly squeezing. As he explains, you can’t miss how he forces himself to sound reassuring,
‘’ It’s temporary. I will find them, I'll kill them all, I swear, ‘’ his lips are trembling with rage. His grip on your neck is grounding you, warm, ‘’ And then you come back to me. ‘’
Tagging : (i feel like everybody got tagged already so feel free to only do this once xx) @narcolini, @carlislecullenisadilf, @purplesong1028, @yourlocalspacewitxh, @criatividad-e,
Your narcos fics are so good to read! I just finished reading the new chepe one which I loved. I could so easily picture everything. I’m not sure if you take requests but if you do could you maybe write a pacho one at some point please. The way you wrote him felt very accurate to show and it made me want to read one about him lol. If you don’t do requests no worries, just wanted to let you know I enjoy your writing🫶🏼
Thank you so much!!!!😍
I would loveee to do another Pacho one! 🤩 I do take requests, please please please do feel free to send me a Pacho idea ❤
