Undesirables Welcome

y’all i am so sorry there are so many chepe asks in my inbox from like march askfggkh please forgive me here is something i’m working on for him 

You don’t like it, you realize, being this high up. 

It’s putting you on edge, the same kind of weightlessness in your stomach now that’s felt often before something bad happens - like your insides are in constant free-fall, every nerve suspended and weightless. 

You stand with your arms around your waist, as if by physically reminding yourself that you’re on solid ground, you’d be able to make the feeling go away. 

Or maybe you just don’t like being here. 

An entire wall of floor to ceiling windows frames the city like a painting - a snapshot of some moment in time, especially striking at night when the horizon is obscured and all you can see is the twinkling of orange and yellow lights and the blinking red dots of a cell towers in the distance, far away from the city somewhere among the trees. 

And you like to think that you can hear the sounds of the city too, headlights of honking cars barely visible down below, reflecting the dark asphalt as they travel on roads as if fixed on a track. The sounds of voices in a crowd, nothing discernible, just a jumble of noise and mixing conversations, not a lot - not distracting enough, but it is enough to distract you from your own thoughts. 

“Come sit in my lap.” 

You refocus on the glass in time to see him pat the thigh of his left leg, spread broad against the white sofa, the same hand moving to rest against its spine, tapping his fingers against where the fabric stretches, the other holding a small glass filled with about a finger full of whiskey. 

“You promised to show me the city.” 

“I will. You’re just impatient.” 

“Impatient because you promised to three days ago.” 

holaaa people. this was requested by anon, i hope you like it! also there’s not enough content for this babyboy. don’t mind the mistakes and enjoy! 💕

your first real encounter with limón was unexpected, but longed-for

you knew who he was

‘the cutest taxi driver’ your colleagues would call him

he’d often drop people in front of your workplace

without you noticing, he would often take a look at you through the windows

but one day when he wasn’t working he decided to pay you a little visit

of course, it was disguised: he just wanted to buy stuff

the way you smiled made him melt on the spot: you were too beautiful to handle

and eventually, he asked you out

limón is a literal sweetheart to his partner

he always listens to what you have to say, loves to hear about what you like, buys you stuff whenever he can and when he can afford it

he’s loyal to you til you don’t want him no more

honestly would probably die for you

a bit short, but i hope you liked it anyway! 💕

cuddling with chepe (headcanons)

let me start off with saying that chepe is an amazing cuddler

he gives the most warm, the most comforting hugs

they literally engulf you as he presses you against his chest

chepe gives all kind of hugs, really

sometimes he will just come at you and hug you tight, his chin on your shoulder

or he will sneak up behind you silently and pass his hands and arms on your front

there are also the sweet cuddles

chepe likes to have his head on your stomach as you two lay in bed

he traces circles on your skin, dozing off

he also enjoys hugging you while dancing

just imagine: during a slow he has the side of his face against yours, holding your hand tight, his other is placed firmly on the small of your back and he just hugs you like this

chepe adores having you close to him

it makes him feel safe and he likes to know you’re close to him, so that he can protect you

[use your imagination to insert here a gif of that scene of Poison standing behind Pablo & fam at the football match, smiling like he’s enjoying himself because that’s what he has to do and if he doesn’t he’ll be dead, though inside he’s dying a little with every passing second]


Update:

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Tío

The boy stood in front of him, holding a football and looking at him with a large, cheerful smile.

“May I call you tío?”

“No.”

The gruff, monosyllabic answer only made the boy laugh. “Papa said I could.”

Poison hissed in a breath between tightly gritted teeth. “Okay then.”

The boy beamed. “Let’s play football, Tío Poison!”

With aversion weighing down his limbs, Poison rose from the patio chair and slowly followed the boy out to the lawn. He didn’t want to play football, especially not in the boots he was currently wearing: alligator skin, hand-stitched, three-thousand American dollars. On the upside, though, he would at least be able to imagine Sure Shot’s stupid face superimposed over the ball as he kicked it. That fucker. He’d probably gotten himself shot in the arm during a skirmish with Cali men expressly for the purpose of avoiding this duty. Now he was no doubt lying on a sofa drinking beer, watching cartoons, and eating ice cream with La Quica while the two of them laughed uproariously at the thought of Poison’s present predicament.

Bastards. They’d get theirs.

*crawls out of the dumpster* Do I have any headcanons about Poison?

DO I EVER

I’ve mentioned some of these before but I’m going to include them here because I’m so committed to them.

It was Gustavo who recruited him. He spent a few days in jail for some petty offense back in the tv-and-cigarettes smuggling days and met a guy who recommended Roberto if Gustavo and his cousin were looking for someone good with a gun. “This guy never misses,” he told Gustavo. So naturally Roberto had to give Gustavo a demonstration when they met, and he did so with a line of beer bottles. Okay, so they were inside a bar at the time, but hey - Gustavo paid for the damages. And Roberto got a job.

The nickname came from a girlfriend who yelled it out a window at him after dumping his stuff out onto the sidewalk. “You’re poison!” she screamed, and the name stuck. 


Sure Shot idolizes Poison: complete hero worship. He refers to Poison as his best friend, though never in front of Poison. That smacks too much of sentimentality, and there is not a sentimental bone in Poison’s body. Or at least that’s what he likes to think.

Poison loves fine clothes, outrageously expensive cologne, and gold: chains, watches, rings, though in tasteful moderation. But his particular weakness is custom-made cowboy boots. He has several pairs embroidered with skulls and crossbones in honor of his nickname.

If he has to take some of the other guys with him on a job, he drives. HE. ALWAYS. DRIVES. This is non-negotiable, and he has threatened the lives of several people for attempting to argue otherwise. He firmly believes the other guys can’t drive worth shit, nor do they know how to take care of a car. He’s pretty good under the hood.

He’s also very good in bed.

Unfortunately he’s terrible on the dance floor.

When he’s on the job for Pablo, he’s all business. The other guys will risk indulging themselves: stopping at brothels, at bars. Not Poison. Nor does he tolerate that kind of crap from the others if they’re with him. For this he’s earned Pablo’s trust and an unprecedented level of freedom and independent judgment. He gets to drive Pablo’s nicest cars. He gets to make out-of-country trips. But he never, ever, ever forgets who the boss is.

He loves salsa music and, oddly, 1970s hard rock and punk (Led Zeppelin, Sex Pistols, The Clash)

As a little boy, he was always adopting stray dogs that wandered into the neighborhood. He was never afraid of approaching them, no matter how big or how much they initially growled. He’d sneak food to them, stay out all night with them. Unfortunately, most of them ended up getting hit by cars or run off by his stepfather, who loathed them and didn’t want them around. If little Poison ever shed tears - and he didn’t often - but if he did, it was over one of these dogs.

His stepfather preferred cats for their silence and ability to hunt vermin. Consequently, Poison has always hated them.

He’s also slightly afraid of them.

holaaa people. this was requested by anon, i hope you like it! also there’s not enough content for this babyboy. don’t mind the mistakes and enjoy! 💕

your first real encounter with limón was unexpected, but longed-for

you knew who he was

‘the cutest taxi driver’ your colleagues would call him

he’d often drop people in front of your workplace

without you noticing, he would often take a look at you through the windows

but one day when he wasn’t working he decided to pay you a little visit

of course, it was disguised: he just wanted to buy stuff

the way you smiled made him melt on the spot: you were too beautiful to handle

and eventually, he asked you out

limón is a literal sweetheart to his partner

he always listens to what you have to say, loves to hear about what you like, buys you stuff whenever he can and when he can afford it

he’s loyal to you til you don’t want him no more

honestly would probably die for you

hey, here is your request, hope you like it! as always, don’t mind the mistake if there is any. also, couldn’t find a great gif :/ and, it’s female reader. enjoy! 🖤

/!\ fem-reader!

running away with poison (headcanons)

it was something you both were planning to do for about a couple of months now

you knew damn well it wasn’t an easy decision for poi and you never pressured him to do anything

but he knew that it wasn’t safe for him, it wasn’t safe for you and it sure as hell wasn’t safe for the family he wanted to start with you

one night, you were waiting for him, eyes wide open in the dark as you were sitting on your shared bed

bags full of clothes on the carpet of your little apartment

you heard the click of your front door

“bebecita? you awake?” he called

you took the bags and ran to him

a smile instantly appeared on his lips and he leaned in to kiss you quickly

“muy bien mi amor. you ready?”

“yup, let’s go.”

you both were quiet on your way to the border, but once out of columbia, poison screamed in the car and you did the same

during your escape to a safe place, poi is very attentive

are you hurt? hungry? tired?

you’re his family now and he cherishes you more than anything

you stopped counting how many nights you spent sleeping in the car

poison loves to talk to you as you’re both leaned against the car’s hood, looking at the sky starting to get dark and the stars appearing

lots of making out sessions happened on this hood by the way

car sex obviously

but lots of cute moments too

like that time when you were teasing him and he started to chase you around the car

or that time when he got drunk and climbed on the car’s roof and nearly fell causing you to laugh so hard you had cramps in your cheeks the next day

the hard days when you’d spend an entire day, week or month alone in your sad, little apartment were long gone

you knew poison was the one

*pulls the bag over my head up long enough to type* So thanks to your lovely gifs and my own weakness, I’ve written over 2,000 words about a deeply horrible character. Though that isn’t exactly a first for me. (*side-eyes my other fics about morally questionable men*)

I do hope you like this and it somewhat matches what you had in mind!

Dust to Dust

(content warnings: language, mentions of violence, blood, injury)

Liliana Cordoba said she’d wait for him.

He hadn’t asked her to. He didn’t want her to. But she’d volunteered it, all on a sighing breath, the words slipping soft around his name. She was one of those simple girls who thought one fuck in the alley behind her father’s restaurant meant forever. It had meant nothing to him.

Still, once and awhile he found himself thinking about her. Wondering if she was still back there in the barrio, waiting, though that had been over ten years ago. For some reason he thought about her the whole way to the safe house, riding the stolen motorbike, his left leg aching from the two-story jump, hands cut in a dozen places, face still covered in a dead woman’s blood.

Poison didn’t think of himself as a cruel man, just a loyal and a capable one. His job was to do whatever El Patrón asked him to do, and he did it well. Whether he liked or disliked a given task was immaterial: personal preferences didn’t enter into the matter. And for this obedience, he made more money in a month than Liliana Cordoba would see in her lifetime.

School days were a dim memory, save for something a teacher had said about one of Símon Bolívar’s lieutenants. He was the general’s strong sword arm. He’d liked that, kept it in the back of his mind, applied it to himself now. He was the strong sword arm of one of the richest, most powerful men in the world, and that boy from the barrio that Liliana Cordoba had loved was long dead.

But occasionally, Poison caught a glimpse of his shadow.

hello! yes i can. sorry for any mistake and enjoy!

dating poison (headcanons)

i feel like poison enjoys being playful with his partner

he really likes to tease

especially if it leads to some good sex, you know?

that being said, he’s also very charming, obviously

even after officially being in a relationship with you, he likes to seduce you

either by directly telling you sweet nothings or indirectly, with the same looks he’d give you when you first met

poison is fun to be around, though he can easily lose his temper from time to time

he also wants to impress you whenever he can

he likes hearing you praising him

the sex with him is.. interesting

he’s a mf tease like i said

he won’t let you cum easily that’s for sure

rather he likes to go on for an hour or two

on a side note, poison likes to whisper how much he loves you close to your ear

it often happens when you hug

a/n: chepe was a straight up zaddy and as requested here we g O 

Request: Could you do a Poison x reader smut?? Where the reader is one of Pablo’s mistresses and she meets Poison and they have an affair.

a/n: i actually planned to only to a one-shot but somehow i had a slow start so this is kinda the introduction and all the action and tension will be in the next part(s)!

a/n: i’m ready to hide forever in a closet!! anon i really hope this piece is what you expected, or at least that it’s alright :) i felt like a student writing a thesis, doing all this reaserch on how to write smut, so yeah,i hope you can enjoy it xx (18+)

Now, imagine that every gift they give you carries a hint of that scent, whether it be a stuffed animal, a letter, clothes, or anything else.

Don’t think about going about your day, minding your own business when you get a text from your f/o. But it’s not a text, it’s an image - you think, “Oh, a fresh selfie of them! just what I really need.” you proceed to open it while your heart drums at the thought of seeing their cute face…

But it’s not a selfie. It’s a goddamn nude.