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thesolotomyhan · 2 years

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ismael “el mayo” zambada and ramon arellano felix both being into you would include

a/n: :)))))))))) asi es asi es,, my “too lazy to edit” ass is back again and who knew i would find it in myself to complete this fic?? but al fin here i am,, wringing my hands shyly because i have zero clue if i actually did this right but i like how it turned out? and i had so much fun writing this and wow - i hope you guys like it ? also this mf is sitting at 5k+ words and im so sorry for that - alright thats it i think,, bye for now <3

righTTT SOOo i have had many- like a good many handful of you guys asking me about love triangles a while back right?

and i did say on more than one occasion that i would start writing/take a quick stab at said love triangles

and thats how i ended up here and :) who better than to toss my golden man de mayo out here again but with your beloved ramon included (which has been requested even more than the fingers on my hand lol ) so here we gooo

and just to lay out my grounding out here- when i imagine this love triangle between these two men ,,,

i have to fucking make myself clear and state you wouldn’t- would not in whatever sense/loophole you may find- be in a romantic/ESTABLIShed relationship with either of them in the beginning therefore that means roughout this hc as well ,,, so get that shit out of your heads for this joyride respectfully :)

because that’s the fun in this shit,, you aren’t either of theirs but that’s exactly what makes them push themselves even harder to win you over and be smug af about it in the end towards the other with who ever you may end up choosing >:)

and UGH H H can i just say with my hyperactive brain right now - I just,,,, i get this feeling blooming in me everytime i come to think about these love triangles because the thought of the constant trying of persons a and b wanting - no NEEDING- to one up the other to get person c’s affection and attention gives me so much life i cant -

because am i right or am i right? like the thought of one day one of them getting your whole attention and loVE for the next few hours while the other is just brooding and throwing daggers of fire in their eyes to the other guy as they observe them making you laugh and be happy is such a TROPE I LOVE TO IMAGINE jealousy with no strings attached yet is such a vibe sorry

and even more so when i come to think of ramon and mayo- two very different guys who approach this in such different ways-

like even down to separate ways of reacting to this whole thing may i add and i just i cant,, my heart beats for them in this specific scenario with them especially and specifically

and to further lay out our foundation here and finally begin with this desmadre,, i would love to lead you all onto our first display because on one end of the paths we have going on here is ramon right?

we’ll start off with him because why not,, but also ?? its kind of essential with the way i imagined this all going because the idea of you and ramon being in this friend relationship at first :)) so obviously you and ramon would be close even before you meet mayo >:)

but anyways having this unspoken love for eachother as well :) :)) that it has you both just slowly pinning over the other in silence -

like the type of shit where you would look at him in this soft way- a tiny smile on your face everytime he does some dumb shit or is talking to one of his siblings :((( but looking away everytime his eyes come back to meet yours UGHH AND

HIM DOING THE SAME THING TO YOU everytime you’re not looking :(( like you talking nonstop with dina sometimes and he’s just giving you these soft hardcore hearteyes as he just zones in on you ,, everything around him seems to blur AnD omg

it would such a painful fuvking experience to witness all the time for his siblings to watch when they observe the two of you because neither of you EVEr make the first move-

it’s just this oh so slow dance the two of you do,, it would be such an elephant in the room for everyone except the two of you that youre in love with one another because i just know- I KNOW you both probably always brush it off whenever someone says something about it because-

:(( neither of you :(( want to ruin the close relationship:(( the two of you have :(( like i can imagine enedina or even francisco asking ramon when he’s planning on asking you out because “esta enamorado” but :(( him always saying some shit like “no- es que no creo que ella me gusta a mi en esa manera” :(((((

and you saying something so similar whenever dina asks you about it AND IT HuRTS TO SEE but also so damn frustrating because you both would be so ignorant to the feelings when they are right in plain site in front of you both

wOw so in conclusion for ramon you would have this best friend relationship with unsaid feelings that is just ON THE CUSP OF BECOMING SOmething more :(( something lleno de amor but you two are too dumb to say shit

but :)))) on the other side of this path :)))) you have mayo :))) who you just met :)))

un pinshe caballeroso hombre tha t is actually not afraid to act on those said feelings

and ay no you know what is so shitty about this mf’s timing for ramons end?? that mayo recuperates your feelings right off the bat so there is an obvious connection of love between you two and its so much more obvious between you both that you actually notice mayo likes you and omg -

its exactly what mayo does and is doing that gets you in this situation in the first place because youre over here “getting your heart broken” over ramon because you dont know if he likes you the way you like him even tho its so damn obvious

and :)) then you run into mayo :)) who is just not hiding any feelings from you,, its so out in the open its what causes you to get closer to him and :))) feel like someone actually likes you :)) because you can see with the way mayo looks at you everytime and >:)))

ugh im sorry but just the thought of ramon??? este pinche morro that is such a ball of emotions (that is the definition everytime i even think about this mf sorry) in the span of 2 minutes if you give it to him like omg- am i wronG ??? NO I’m just speaking on what’s true

like take a minute here and just imagine- imagine with me the way he would react when realizes the one girl he likes so much he even considers cleaning up all his flaws for and settle down for - has un pretendiente ,,, that someone else other than him intends to conquistarte,, or in his mind take you away from him,,and ay no

este cabron will move dirt and air just to make sure that doesnt happen because he would be so damn celoso and would be causing all the damn drama in this love triangle im sorry

but UgH ok moving on sort of ,, where did you meet mayo you may ask? i will take you on this short trip real quick because you know what i imagine??

you probably meeting mayo somehow - someway when you’re out and about in tijuana running an errand or something-

or maybe ,,, maybe he even gets to first meet you :)) when he comes over to the arellanos house to discuss about their business :))) and that’s :)) where he sees you :))

because i like to imagine since the idea of you knowing ramon before knowing mayo is that it all came from this idea i thought of,, imagining ,, you being a family friend you know?? ,,,

like maybe dina’s best friend or something but it just kind of wraps you into the family business which would connect to you being around the house multiple times it’s not even a rare sight for any of mons siblings to see you around :))

and its obvious from then on you become friends with ramon too :))

but anyways maybe let’s just say for the drama :))) youre chatting with enedina because benjamin would be talking with mayo :)))))

and that’s when that poetic/storytelling idea of your wandering eyes comes to meet mayos while he stares at you :)))) his little smirk he gives you,, throwing you all these pinches miraditas every chance he gets when you look over at him,,

el pinche ramon during this whole time was staring off into space watching you with these little hearteyes because youre here,,, :) but then :) he sees you all of a sudden timidly smiling over enedinas shoulder,, someone that is def not him since he hasnt made his presence known and hes obviously not in the direction you seems to be looking off to

and :) thats when he lets his eyes follow your line of eyesight and see mayo- el pinshe mayo giving you the exact same smirk and all and omg

right at that moment ramon ?? doesnt even know- he cant even begin to process whatever the fuck he just witnessed between you two ??

because this was the very first time you and mayo essentially met even tho no words/first greetings were said so ?? how can you even give this mf a smile- a smile that you would always be giving mon and i - i just cant

and i am just sitting here imagining ramon thinking and just replaying that moment for the longest,, just attempting to brush it off as you probably just being nice and thats the end of it,, that his brain is just making things up when he even begins to think about you taking an interest in mayo y ayy no

but now after establishing this fine grounding i want to direct you all back to why we are here,, and i was just thinking,, going over different scenarios and such on why/where this love triangle begins to truly kick off

and :)) you know :)) what type of angsty/heart racing/“wrenching” idea came to me about this whole love triangle between them and you?—

the mere idea of ramon having this unsaid “label/advantage” towards you about this bs of “i saw her first therefore you have no damn right to take her from me”

bECAUSE WOW I COULD NOT EVen stop myself from imagining this rage/sadness this emotional mf would feel when he cant deny it anymore that mayo actually does like you

like oomg- the pure sight of seeing mayo truly taking this interest in you and ramon not only seeing that but ?? the fact that he sees you respONDING TO HIM ?? even after all this time ramon has had the biggest stupidest crush on you

like it just makes him so agitated he would not hesitate to break something to mimic his heart shattering in this very instant-

like after all this time ramon ?? In his mind thinking he was being outspoken on him liking you ?? BUT THEN HE SEE THIS SHIT and just how smoothly and easily mayo talks you up its just makes me want to scream until i break a vocal cord -

oh god- im just so sorry right now but its just that very idea,, of ramon having been pinning after you in the most dumbest/not very straightforward way,, even benjamin is like ?? ‘are you trying to drive her away?’ -

to just for mayo to come in out of nowhere and steal your attention away breaks him in more ways than one and wow-

its just the fact that mayo can easily talk his way with you from the very moment he went hearteyes on you

while ramon,, this in love morrito,, feeling like hes in this helpless position because he doesnt even know where to begin with communicating how much he loves you so its straight forward to you gives me such A RUSH and i am signing my name down onto a deathbed for it-

and i just about lose it when i imagine this aggressive build up between ramon and mayo when they realize they both like you and the whole build up leading to the competition fully kicking off between them because of the constant attempts the both of them do to try and win you over giVES ME SO MUCH LiFe and ADRENaline i cannot even begin to form my words right to you all right now and im so sorry

and as i just said i feel like this whole thing would be a somewhat subtle build up in the beginning between the both of them,, like they know they both like you just from the simple interactions they both do and they way they even look at you

its kind of the first thing they notice right away ? that theyre not the only one trying to win you over -

and i feel like it just spirals from there,, they both are just going to one up the other the best way they can to gain your attention

and i just want to say you know what the first thing that popped up into my mind?? the way they would both react in a somewhat similar way but yet oh so differently when you tell them you cant go with them because youre busy with the other that same day wowW

like the thought of seeing this dark cloud forming in their eyes that is just full of anger and jealousy when either of them ask you to go out with them that same day only for you to say you cant because youre already going on a date with the other just brinGS ME TO My knees in sorry

and as i stated before they both would have different ways of reacting so now without further ado ill be showing you the first exhibit now-

and to start off with ramon,, i can just imagine this as some random day of the week,, him having this happy look on his face,,

his energy through the roof of just being content for once,, just his whole day already feeling like its going to be the best even before its over because :))

he hears you talking with dina somewhere :)) and hes already planning on asking and taking you out somewhere because he hasnt seen you since like last week because maybe youve been with mayo out and about :) getting closer :))

but ramon finally deciding to shoot his shot :) in his mind knowing you wont say no because he already has that advantage with you that i was talking about :))))

and ramon just wants a bit of your time because he misses you and he just cant get the words out to you so he just hopes this date he wants to take you on finally gives him the courage to say what he wants to say to you

and ugh - he just he knows if he doesnt move his ass sooner it will all be for nothing,, so :) when he gets the chance to get you all alone and ask you,, he feels right,, like theres no way youll say no

but he fucking knows,, he knows as soon as he sees your smile falter just as he gets the words out,,

he wont like what you have to say because when you say “es que- no puedo mon, ismael me invito a salir con el, perdoname” all he hears is the ringing in his ears,, his face faltering as well,, him feeling his fists beginning to ball into tight fists and just looking away from you all frustrated but trying not to lash out when he registers what you said -

and i can just imagine him trying to act calm like it doesnt affect him at all but you know him,, you know how his body language reacts to things when he doesnt show it in his face and you can just tell hes on the verge of lashing out

but before you can make it up to him or ask for like a raincheck hes already turning away from you,, jaw fuvking clenched, shoulders squared and just giving you a short but angry response like “no te preocupes, esta bien, vete con ese cabron si quieres” and oh my god,,,

he would be the one to make it known he hates seeing you go out with someone else,,

he just doesnt let it out for some reason instead he just lashes out and accidentally lets you know how emotional/angry he gets whenever you tell him you cant go out with him because youre already going with someone else y ayy no it would be so different to how mayo reacts because ill lead you now onto the second example here

i imagine the same thing going down with you and mayo,, like maybe just one day you bumping into him randomly or him coming to see you,, ready to ask you to come out with him somewhere in fuvking sinaloa because he wants to show you something -

but right when he finishes up and sees you nervously looking away,, searching for words to tell him,, hes already accepting the “no” about to slip from your lips and he can just feel the pang and hurt when you say “no voy a poder ismael, ramon me ofrezco llevarme a un lugar ese dia, perdon”

but instead of him directly showing you how “jealous” he is of ramon taking you somewhere,, he just nods his head in understandment,,, giving you a small smile and going “no te precoupes, todo esta bien, puedes salir con quien sea” :)) just not letting you feel bad about it

but really on the inside this mf is fuming that you would rather go with ramon than with him,, omg hes just the type to be the silent one,, not showing you how it affects him and lashing it out and wow ok

and i just - after presenting this little scenario between your interactions with them and how it affects the other with their bad timings they both would have when youre already going out with the other on a date just represents how i feel like they would react so differently and drastically

because as i said,, ramon would react in such an outspoken way,, always giving you the cold and harsh shoulder/reaction whenever he tries to ask you out but you tell him you cant because of mayo -

he just cannot seem to control his emotions enough to keep them in check in front of you and you definitely notice all the time he does it,,,

ramon is just overall the downright emotional one in all of this

meanwhile with mayo i feel like he does have a reaction but it passes within the second that you barely/dont even notice it came across his face you know? hes the subtle one in contrast to ramons ass

because like i said when the time comes for him to ask you out on a date but ramon beat him to it,,, i just imagine this dark look pass in his eyes the moment you tell him and he becomes a bit tense in his spot,, but -

it all just passes over in the next second like it doesnt affect him at all since he just settles in giving you this small smile thats obviously not a genuine one but it covers al his emotions and hes just like “esta bien mi reina, pa’la otra no?”

and its just a much more reassuring reaction i would say since he doesnt make you feel bad about it even tho on the inside hes just burning to slam onto ramon for taking your time away from him and AUGHH i love this whole thing so much sorry

and for the longest of time,, this whole thing of them competing for taking you out before the other is such a regualr occurance and is happening every damn week

and everytime somehow the both of them topping this date with the last one you had just continues like a back and forth game -

and just to add in another point here,,,, they would obviously have a different outlook in their style/vibe of dates you know?

like oh my goddd ,, im soRRy here but its just the thought of imagining ramon being the more desperate one in this whole scenario ??

just because of the fact hes apasionado but also the dread of this whole overall feeling he has because ?? why cant he just tell you he likes you ?? hes already been friends with you for the longest so whats wrong with him ??? and augh

meanwhile i can just picture mayo being the more laid back one,,, the one to not even drop a sweat in this whole process even when he finds out ramon likes you too?

just because i can imagine mayo being the type to focus entirely on woo’ing you within the first 5 minutes he has your attention/takes you out

and on the opposite spectrum ramon is over here being a chaotic mess with himself just thinking in his head how if he can fill up your schedule with these random ass dates he’ll have for you , it will give him the bigger hand over mayo since he wont be able to even get a chance to see you

like if you cant already see what im trying to say with that,,, its really just this big difference with their methods in dates with you ,,

because mayo is def the quality over quantity type of guy where he is without a doubt- a stress fucking free zone/vibe where hes pouring all these emotions and details from the most minimal to the most noticeable ways to get you to fall for him

hes into that detallista ,,, caballeroso mode where he would literally make himself remember all the shit you mention even if its just a a small side comment you make,,, he memorizes or should i say engraves that into his head to remember ,,

because all i can imagine is him knowing your favorite things/antojos like the back of his hand,, like if you mentioned you liked vasos de fruta or if you were craving one

hes over here with this dumbass smile,,, waiting for you like “mira lo que te traje, mi reina” just todo a tus pinches servicios ok? ok

but meanwhile ramons anxious ass gives me the quantity over quality type in this situation ,,, the exact flipped opposite from mayo because i feel like his thinking in this makes him believe that the more time he can be with you is the best way to get you to fall for him,, ,,

and im not saying ramon isnt being detallista,, he for sure is, but in a much more different way

hes more modernistic ya feel?? - like hes the type to be giving you jewelry and materialistic things

kind of just spoiling you with the most finest things this mf can find because :) his princesa :) deserves :) only the :) first class- top of the line of things :)))) and he lives by that y wow heh

and it just progresses from there, this whole dance keeps going back and forth so much that ,, your feelingssss for the both of them grow eachtime you spend time with one of them until you realize ??? that you actually like both them ??

ramon because youve always been around him,, and youve just always had harbored feelings for him but you never said anything because ? what if he doesnt look at you that way -

but now youve just come to realize he actually does feel something for you because of all the recent dates/looks hes been giving you-

but then on this other end of the spectrum,, you resulted in accepting these dates with mayo who you met later on because you had no idea if ramon liked you,, but now here you are with mayo pulling all this shit with you,, showing you como es amar a una mujer with his detailed ass y ay no

but :)))) UGH :)) no one taLK to me because >:) imagine this with me will you? like the thought :) of the both of them :)) wanting to invite you :) as their :) date to dinas wedding :))))) COULD YOU IMAGINE THe absolute desmadre ??? wow ok

now listen,,,, i am going to be biased as a mf here because i love angst to no end because :)) knowing ramons hopeless in love ass :)) hes going to be just struggling to even form the right words to say to you so you can accompany him as his date to his sisters wedding because??

that would be such a step up in his relationship with you right?? and even more when he can gain even more points in his mind to beat mayo in winning you over -

so really in his mind hes just imagining how him inviting you to be with him to celebrate EL AMOR with his sister would be this big leap to somehow get across to you , “hey i want us -me and YOU- to be up at that same altar someday with eachother, totalmente enamorados del uno a otro y nadie mas”

AnD im FUVKING SOBBIng at the fact of ramon being so happy - literally vibrating for the wedding date to come up :) because theres nothing happier than asking this day even more special for him than wathcing his hermana get married but with you by his side and wow-

but :))) can you guess where im going with all of this ?? after establishing such a heartfelt moment with your ramoncito ???

mayos :)) ass having already :))) beat ramon to the punch :)))) by taking you as his date :))))) because i just know this smug cockblocker of a man :) would :)) have this shit laid out and ready to win at this whole scheme of winning you over :)))

by being as romantic as possible in a fuvkin wedding ? where literal love is being celebrated :))) so ofc hes not going to let ramons “boy” ass win this time :)

but i just know - i feel it in my bones ramon would not be one to back down even if he couldnt ask you to accompany him in time because he has the heart for it,, hes not one to back down so easily when hes in love and petty :)

so even while he tries to be on his good behavior he cant help but let his eyes glance over to where you and mayo would be sitting during the ceremony in the church,, :((

feeling like hes getting punched in the gut watching you smile at mayo when you catch him looking at you,, or everytime he sees mayo inch closer to you to the point hes almost holding your hand :(( and omg -

ramons ass is not trying to fuck something up for dina’s big day so he just tries to look away while feeling his heart pang with hurt :(

him doing the exact same thing during the reception too,, as much as he wants to tear you away from hanging onto mayos arm,, and stop you from laughing at all these jokes hes telling you and instead make you laugh with him and not mayo he holds himself back and tries to look for a time when he can come and swoop in :(

but ramon can just feel it,, he knows if he doesnt interfere right now in these last hours the reception is going on for,, hes going to lose you to mayo,, because just seeing the looks and smiles you both give eachother lets him know mayo is about to make his move on you -

because while ramon is off in the distance sulking,, and looking on at the both of you,,, :) i can just imagine during all that time,, mayo finally asking you :) out to come out with him on his pinshe boat,, him telling you about this place he wants to take you right after the wedding ends:))

and with the way hes looking at you,,, his hand on top of yours :) you can feel that this “date” isnt going to be like any of the others hes taken you out on,,, :)

and ay no ,,, you know what? ramon being the emotional man he is not about to let that happen even if he cant clearly hear what mayo is asking you :) but if he can push to make his own move in time,, then so be it because,,,

i can just imagine him abruptly getting up,, head held high,, determination clear in the way he walks over to you both :))

and i cant - because the way i imagine ramon gently placing his hand on your back :)) a smug ass cockblocking glint in his eyes as he looks over at mayo whos trying not to let the agitation out in front of you as he looks back at ramon :)))

and ramon just looking between you both and settling his eyes on you like “quieres bailar?” but :) then letting his eyes go back to mayo in a small smile like “no te molesta verdad? nomas quiero bailar una cancion con ella” :)))))

and wowW youre already moving to get up because que tiene right? its just one song while you roll the question of whether you want to accept mayos request or not :))))

and as you kind of just let that sit in your mind,,, ramon already :) has his arm around you :),, his hold quickly tightening around you it knocks you out of your trance,,, his other hand holding yours as he just leads you two into matching steps :)))

and i can just kind of feel ? in that moment ramon has you close and alone/ far away from mayo ,, hes just tossing and turning the words he wants to finally get out to you,,

but hes just trying to get the courage to say them up because he cant fuck up this time,, not when hes this close to getting what he wants

but as hes building himself up,, youre over here nervously biting your inner cheek,, deciding what the best choice for you is ,,,

but you :) looking up when you hear ramon let out a grunt,, his hand suddenly feeling so much warmer and the small anxious look he has making you about to question him whats wrong :)

but before you can get a word out,, hes just blurting out if you want to go with him to roxanne after the wedding :) como los viejos tiempos you both you used to have :) him definitely topping it off with something like “porfavor, te extrano princesa, dejame sonarte cuanto te necesito a mi lado, vente conmigo”

and omg,,,, in that instant everything kind of comes to a complete stop,, because here you have ramon right in front of you,, holding you like a lifeline and looking at you with his ojitos todo adoloridos,, asking and waiting for your answer

but you also have mayos question you had been reflecting on,, and everything is just toppling over you now because now you have to decide,, which of the two you want to accept

and you just know,,, with either choice you make as much as you find yourself loving them both,,,

either choice will make a downfall on your relationship with the other,, a collateral damage if you will,,

Because if you decide to decide to go with mayo :) who is watching you both from afar all tensed up and brooding,, but as soon as he locks eyes with you hes softening all of his features,, giving you this look like youre giving him the whole world just by sharing a glance with him,, :)

and you can just feel youre relationship with mayo is going to blossom into something so much more if you go with him that you know ramons emotional and apasionado ass would not be able to handle it

all because elegiste a mayo and you for sure wont be sticking around tijuana when you have sinaloa with mayo

but if you chose the other path,,, with ramon ,, whos just looking at you with this pleading face,, that if you decide to go with ramon to the club :),, with all this tension thats sitting between the two of you that its bound to explode any minute,,

and there just wont be a turned leaf with your relationship with mayo,, it ends there with him meanwhile your relationship ramon gets taken through a new door - y ayy no dios mio

all you know is that time is ticking and you can only choose one of them while your relationship with the other forever ends there-

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mmasalva · 4 months

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i knew it when i met him, i loved him when i left him

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plentyoffandoms · 1 year

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I loved your Ramón story😍 Would love your take on something like this: female reader is going through some things and distances herself from Ramón. When she fails to show for a family breakfast meeting, he finds her drunk out of her mind and in desperate need of being taken care of🥹

Ramón Arellano Félix x f/Reader

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy. I do not speak Spanish nor I am going to try too.

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Warnings: drinking, f/Reader going through some things.

I am so happy you loved my Story. I was nervous to write for him. I hope you like this one.

Summary: f/Reader is the girlfriend of Ramón. She also has been going through some things & can't tell Ramón, so she tries to hide it. That is until she doesn't show up for a family breakfast & has Ramón panicking.

YN's POV

I could hear the phone ringing once more in the distance but I couldn't bring myself to answer it.

I knew it would be Ramón. He has been the only one who has called these last couple of days. I am only answering when I can not take the ringing anymore.

But Ramón isn't used to this from me. I practically race to the phone to answer it knowing it is him. He always makes sure to call me just to touch base.

I look forward to his calls. To hear when he will be home if he had to travel or just to make sure he is safe.

I heard my answering machine turning on and the sound of his confused voice filling the room.

"Hello my love. Just calling to let you know that I will be home tomorrow. Will be getting in late though, so I will be staying at Benjamin's but the family will be having breakfast together. Call me back, I love you."

The last part broke me. I could feel the tears streaming down my face as I played the message back before I erased it.

It was still early as I headed upstairs to my room, stopping off at the bar that Ramón insisted on putting in my home and grabbing the bottle of rum that I bought so long ago.

I didn't bother to grab a class as I just brought it to my lips and drank straight from the bottle.

My throat burning slightly as I drank. I climbed into bed and drank it all until I woke up the next day, my head pounding as I rushed to the washroom to throw up what little I had on my stomach.

I couldn't bring myself to look in the mirror as I brushed my teeth.

I went back to the kitchen, trying to find something simple to make myself when I saw the new bottle of whiskey just sitting there.

I grabbed it and placed myself on the couch to watch some of my favourite TV shows . The phone randomly ringing and it going straight to the answering machine.

The faces on the TV became more and more blurry as the day went on. I tried to just sip the whiskey but by the time the sun was setting, I was already slumped over, the TV at this point long forgotten and now just background noise.

Ramón Arellano Félix's POV:

This is the fourth time today that I have called YN and she still has not answered. I slammed the phone down and Benjamín just gave me a look, but he knew better than to ask me what was wrong.

He already knows that YN hasn't returned any of my calls and has hardly picked up the phone.

"Maybe she is out with friends. She did tell you that she was going to take this time to see them." He said to me as he looked out the window.

"Maybe." But I knew deep down that wasn't what happened. Even before I left for this business trip, YN has slowly been pulling herself away.

At first I didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to see it. Her smile didn't reach her eyes like it once did.

There was a sadness in her eyes when I looked into them, but I just pushed that feeling aside. Trying to convince myself that I was just seeing things.

But that night as I slept in what I considered my room at Benjamín's, I could only dream of YN telling me that she wanted to leave me.

I hardly slept but the few hours I didn't help me at all. It didn't help my nerves and as I got up and ready for the day, I thought about calling YN once more but even I knew she wouldn't pick up the phone.

I took my spot at the table and waited for YN to show up. Dina kept looking at her watch and I was looking at the massive clock that was above the fireplace.

Benjamín cleared his throat. "We can not wait anymore Ramon. We must start." I sighed and gestured for him to start this meeting, all the time wondering where the hell was YN?

Once the meeting was over, I practically flew out of the house and to my car. I ran every stop light and stop sign it felt like as I drove to YN's home, my home.

I slammed the car door shut and ran into the house, my gun in my hand ready to shoot anyone if I need too.

But the house was silent except for the sound of the TV that was on in the livingroom. I called her name and waited for her to answer.

Nothing.

I called it twice more and started to panic even more now, that was until I heard the groaning coming from the livingroom.

I walked towards the room quietly having no idea what the hell I was walking into.

What I actually walked into I have seen dozens of time with other people, but seeing my girl laying on the couch, with what looks like an empty whiskey bottle on floor.

"Ramón?"

"Yes baby." I took a few steps towards her and she looked up at me.

YN went to say something but then she puked all over herself and the carpeted floor.

"Of fuck." She said as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Come on baby, let's go take a nice bath and get you cleaned up."

"But I gotta clean this up." She slurred out. I took her hands in mine, not caring at this point about the smell.

"I will have someone come in and take care of it." I walked the usual trail to our bedroom with the massive tub.

I helped YN take off her her clothes and put her in the shower first to clean her off. Once I was happy that she didn't smell like puke anymore, I ran us a bath with her favourite soap.

As that was filling, I called in the cleaning crew I normally use for when we throw parties to come and clean up the mess.

I sent Kitty out for food and her favourite coffee and now the two of us are relaxing in the tube.

"You had me worried baby." I said to her as I kissed that spot behind her ears that has her sighing.

"I know Ramón." YN was still drunk, but not as bad as when I found her.

"Want to tell me what is going on?"

"No...not yet."

I wanted to shake her. To force her to tell me what is going on but I can't be him with her. I had to be her Ramón.

There was a knock on the bathroom door and Kitty walked in when I gave the all clear. He placed the food and drink on the small table he brought in with him and quickly left.

"Here eat. Get something on that stomach of yours." I said to YN.

The two of us ate in silence for a few minutes.

"Ramón?"

"Yes love."

"Thank you for just being here."

I kissed her temple and muttered, "I am here for you. I love you."

"I love you too Ramón."

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PULSE 🌺

(Ramon Arellano “Narcos Mexico” x Fem!Reader SEX POLLEN)

POV: You’re a cop on the biggest drug bust of your career and you stumble onto the youngest Arellano with a new hot drug which leaves you two in quite an awkward situation after it goes very wrong.

Warnings: dubious consent, enemies to lovers in you squint heard enough, p in v sex, Ramon is a wild man, he’s hot I’m not sorry for my actions :) 🌺

Part 2

The stakeout started off like every other. You, Daniel, and a mountain of used up coffee cups stacking up in the center console. It was getting later and later with no changes. Daniel had brought some late night dinner while you polished off your fifth cup of coffee. You had been following this group of narcos from a warehouse in the industrial part of town, and then to a smaller distribution building across from a storefront. The beat up cop car disguised as a normal everyday car was becoming your home. These stakeouts seem to become more and more common these days as this new problem grows.

Next to the bodega, was a busy local club filled with neon lights, and a long line out the front door with awaiting customers. Judging by the crowd attending, you were positive this was a low ranking narco hang out. You and Daniel gave up chatting a few hours back and you let him close his eyes for a bit on the first shift while you kept yours glued to the warehouse door. The caffeine pumping through your system helped keep you focused and your heart rate elevated.

You studied the people. Even as a rookie, you had a keen eye. That’s why the sergeant was so quick to pair you up with one of his best officers. You were a quick study he had said. You were determined to climb the ranks.

Snapping you out of your reverie, Your radio clicked before you heard the lieutenant’s voice crackle through, “Y/L/N someone’s coming.” Just as his signal went out, you punched Daniel awake.

He yelped and splashed his coffee onto his lap making him groan,“What?!” It was probably still hot.

“Look!” You pointed outside the wind shield unable to contain your enthusiasm.

Daniel scrambled to sit up as he looked at the approaching vehicle. Your heart began to race as the car passed by. It was a red mustang, but it wasn’t just any mustang…

It was Ramon Arellano’s red mustang.

You couldn’t miss it. You had studied this very car for months back at headquarters. It was unmistakable. Just as much as its driver was, and manning the car was no other than the youngest Arellano himself. In the passenger side was his most trusted friend, Kitty. You had only ever seen surveillance photos of these two, it almost didn’t feel real. Seeing them in person felt like a dream.

You could only ever dream of seeing these men, being that you were still kind of a rookie. You had gotten this tip from a somewhat suspicious source and it took days of convincing and pathetic groveling to get your chief to give permission for this stake out. The federales had only agreed to send a tiny handful of men to accompany you as no one believed this would lead anywhere big. But to yours and every else’s surprise, it just had.

Feeling the adrenaline begin to pump through your veins, you were revving yourself up. Ramon pulled his car up and put it into park before hopping out with Kitty. He was so much taller than you had suspected... especially compared to his brother. The two skipped into the distribution site at the end of the street bumping fists looking elated as ever. Kitty tucked a pistol into his waste band not bothering to conceal it whatsoever.

Grabbing your radio, you pushed down on the receiver going to everyone’s comms, “I have eyes on Ramon Arellano.”

You didn’t even give Daniel a second to shove his coffee soaked napkins into the cup holder before fiddling for his gun stowed in the drivers side door. He grabbed his walkie before darting after you, “Y/N is going in! Send back up.” He shoved his radio back onto his vest and jogged to catch up to you, “This wasn’t apart of the plan!” He whisper yelled as he caught up to you. You were nearly to the door at the end of the road when you saw the federales sneaking up the side walks with their riffles in hand. Everyone was ready to take a hit at the Arellanos. They’ve been dominating this city for too long.

“We were just supposed to observe!” Daniel sneered as the men prepared to bust down the door. He sounded nervous.

“We will never get an opportunity like this ever again!” You replied flicking the safety off of your weapon before stepping behind the soldiers.

Daniel just grunted watching the men line up the battering ram.

“I promised Chief I wouldn’t let his rookie get hurt on her first stake out.” Daniel also prepared his gun, “Don’t do anything stupid. Let the men handle it.”

You scoffed, “The men?” You couldn’t believe he would say something like that, “Fuck you Ramirez.”

Before Daniel could respond to your anger, the soldiers bust open the door with one strong swoop. You’d have to bar this conversation for after the raid. One by one, the soldiers swarmed into the building. It wasn’t a mere second before there was open fire. You heard the yelling before you saw anyone, but when you did, it was mayhem.

Men in ridiculous patterned silk shirts scattered around shooting wildly like unhinged mad men. You kept behind the soldier in the back holding onto the back of his vest moving forwards into the warehouse keeping your head low. All around you the air filled with white dust as the narcos and soldiers fired bullets into the plastic wrapped cocaine. You tried to not breathe it in as best as you could but you knew you’d be exposed to some regardless.

In the corner of you eye, you noticed a big stair case where Kitty and Ramon darted towards the second floor. Ramon stoped to shoot every few steps.

“Up there!” You yelled to Daniel who shot a narco to his right. His bullet hit the man directly in the chest blowing him backwards. “Two o’clock!”

“Got it!” Daniel yelled following your lead. Darting away from the main fire fight, the two of you ran up the stairs following after the two men. Half way up the stairs at the first landing, Kitty poked his head out from behind the cement railing and pointed his gun directly at you. You felt Daniel throw his entire weight into you sandwiching you between his body and the wall before Kitty could pull the trigger. Daniel fired back forcing the Narco Jr. to dodge behind the barrier again.

“Go!” He growled at you. You nodded and took off, running up the last flight of stairs prepared for Kitty to be squatting down right there. However, when you turned the corner he was gone.

“Fuck!” You yelled looking around at the labyrinth of doors, “He’s gone!”

“Divide!” Daniel nudged his head in one direction and you took the other. You nodded and took the south side. The fire fight down stairs continued along with more yelling and gunshots. You entered every room gun first waiting to find one, if not both, men hiding out in at least one of them. The buildings surrounding this one were a little too far apart to escape too. You heart really began to race the longer this dragged on, your odds were growing slimmer. A shoot out is one thing, but waiting for a jump scare is another. Your caffeine filled body was vibrating with anxiety.

You’d be dammed if you let your nerves get the best of you. Approaching the last room on the left, you took a deep breath and adjusted your grip on the gun. He’d have to be here or else-…

The sound of gunfire cut you off.

Daniel’s yelp of pain echoed through the hall forcing you to spin around. Kitty had darted from his view and from what you could see, he landed a solid shot to Daniels dominant shoulder.

He was fine.

You sighed in relief. Not a vital hit.

In pain, Daniel was fine. In between the two of you, some run away narcos made their way up the stairs wasting no time in firing at recklessly at you. You ducked into the last room on the left before getting a chance to fire back.

Before you could even register what was going on. A looming 6 foot figure also open fired at you, barely missing by a mere inch. You yelped and shot back clumsily hitting a bag full of hot pink dust stacked on the far wall to his right…

Ramon Arellano.

And the look on his face at the sight of the loose dust floating around him made your stomach drop. A huge plume surrounded him in a fuchsia cloud. You raised your gun again but before you could demand he drop his weapon, the loudest boom shook the entire upper floor. You both stumbled as the grenade began to topple the foundations and crumble the roof blocking your only way out. The floor began to slant in your direction causing bricks of the pink powder to roll your way.

Fuck

Everything shook including the floor as what you guessed was more of the building collapsing around you two.

“Shit!” He yelled as shrapnel had pierced through the thin plastic wrapping. Fuchsia dust began to fill the room at an alarming rate. He grabbed his shirt to cover his mouth and nose before raising his weapon again.

When he pulled the trigger however, it did nothing but click empty.

He was out, “puta madre.” He chucked his gold encrusted gun but made no move to uncover his nose. The cloud was rapidly consuming the room

“What is that?!” You asked keeping your weapon trained on him.

He didn’t answer. It was sweet.

“What the fuck is that!” You demanded a little louder trying to cover your nose with your elbow. God it smells so good.

He shook his head, “You don’t want to breathe that in baby.”

You sneered at him and aimed your gun just to his left and fired. He barely flinched and frankly was a bit shocked a cop, even a feisty one like you, would fire such a trick shot. The smoking bullet impaled permanently into the wall next to his head. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed… even a little.

“Tell me asshole!” You screamed but you knew it was too late. Both of you had already inhaled it. It coated your uniform and your exposed skin. You batted at it. It was definitely already in your system and the rush from the pursuit had most likely already began to circulate it through your system. Damn all that coffee.

It still hadn’t settled and it seemed to just float through the air with a strange weightlessness. The closer you looked, it even sparkled. Little glitter particles floated all around you in a seductive dance.

“You stupid cops. You have no idea what you’ve done.” He shuffled to sit down but you got nervous and kept your weapon on him. He dropped the silk shirt to keep both hands up silently asking you not to shoot.

“Shut up asshole.” You growled.

When he was fully seated you were shifting your weight back and forth looking around for a solution. Being barricaded in a room with one of the most dangerous men in the world was not helping your nerves and you had no idea what was going on outside. The thick layer of cement and rusty metal roofing kept you from escaping. Trapped… like an animal.

The one remaining lamp flickered pathetically in the corner of the room illuminating the stark room.

Ramon watched your every move. He watched you search for a possible exit. Even test the weight of the fallen building materials. You wanted out. He wondered if you were claustrophobic the way you were nervously looking for a way out.

The thing that caught your eye was the super thin windows at the top of the room that was used to let the heat out on hot days. It was nearly fifteen feet above your heads however and there were only two tables in the whole room. Nothing to help either of you out.

“You good sweetheart?” He asked with a raised brow.

You huffed and continued analyzing every detail about the room. There was no way out. You were going to have to wait it out in this room with a murderer and what you guessed was a metric ton of god knows what substance was still floating around the room.

Leaning yourself against the furthest possible wall, you narrowed in on Ramon watching him check his gold watch. Suddenly you were filled with rage and the heat of it was inching up your spine.

“You’re new huh?” He asked without looking at you.

Now it was your turn not to answer.

“I can tell.” He then leaned his head towards you, “Want to know how I can tell?”

You crossed your arms, “Shut up cabrón.”

He smirked at your fire, “It’s your eyes. You have that look.”

“What look?” You glowered.

“That one.” He laughed, “The fire. Almighty justice and all that.” He waved his hands around.

“Funny.”

“It is.” He sighed, “So when are your friends going to get us out of here?”

“I don’t know if they’re even alive.”

He pointed to your radio velcroed to your vest but when you looked down it was shot. The pathetic plastic was crushed probably from when Daniel threw you into the wall. You picked up the flimsy thing with a look of despair that would have been comical if the situation hadn’t been so terrible.

“So then we're stuck?” he sounded annoyed.

“What about you then? Hm?” You waved your hands around, “Your boys coming to get you?”

“Not if you pigs are hanging around” He nodded towards you, “looking for their little princess.” He checked his watch again.

“Call me that again and I'll put a bullet between your eyes.”

He snorted and crossed his arms before leaning his head against the wall like a dick.

You were about to say something when suddenly the room started to get hot.. like really hot. and you struggled to take a deep breath to calm yourself. Instead, you felt more of the powder coat your tongue and the sickly sweetness overtook your mouth. It was impossible not to want more. You licked your lips getting more of the taste on your tongue.

You began to pace. Too uncomfortable to take your bulletproof vest off while in the presence of a famously violent drug boss, you settled for trying to fuss with the straps. Rubbing the fabric between your fingers your continued to pace unable to control yourself.

Ramon didn’t even open his eyes to know you were beginning to feel the effects, “If we ever get out of here, I will literally give you 10k to stop pacing.” he noticed the way the red flush was rising up from your neck to your face. He was certain the same thing was happening to him. The room was starting too feel too warm too.

“I don’t want your money.” You snipped. Your clothes were beginning to feel too tight and the agitation was becoming unbearable.

He grunted, “Thats what you all say… at first.”

Loosing what little patience you had left, you growled and pointed your gun at him and pulled the trigger.

When no bang went off, he looked at you with a genuinely shocked expression.

...your clip was empty, and you had tried to shoot him...

“Ugh!” You yelled and threw the useless weapon over into the same corner with his.

“You were going to shoot me?!” He exclaimed.

“It doesn’t matter to me if you’re dead or alive when I bring you in!” You yelled tugging at your collar, “It’s fucking hot in here!”

He shook his head in disbelief, “It’s all your pacing. Sit down.” He checked his watch again making you snap your head towards him.

“What are you checking huh? Late for a hot date?” You snarled feeling nothing but agitation.

“No,” He sighed trying to keep his heart rate down, “Our thirty minutes are almost up.”

“What does that mean?” You stopped moving and he visibly tensed.

“It’s going to hit soon.”

“What is going to hit?”

He swallowed thickly, “the pulse.”

“What the fuck is pulse?”

He looked at the pile of pink spilled powder, “An aphrodisiac.”

You raised a brow, “like Viagra?”

He shook his head, “No. It’s much worse.” He stood up slowly and walked over to the spilled bricks before nudging them against the far wall with his foot, “It makes all other instincts fall away. You forget about everything except sex. It makes you want to fuck, or be fucked. It’s how it’s designed.”

“You guys are on some fucked shit.” You shook your head in disbelief, there’s absolutely no way, “And how much did we ingest?” you almost didn’t want to know the answer.

“Enough.” He ran his hand through his prince charming hair.

You shook your head contemplating this whole situation. You were now trapped in an enclosed concrete box with a 6 foot tall, handsome, murderer who seems to be growing more and more attractive by the second, along with being high off of a new sex drug… with no weapons. You could laugh. Honestly. This is ridiculous.

“How long until it wares off?” You asked checking your own watch.

He shrugged, “Depends how much you have, but like… hours.”

“Hours!?” You screeched. The hot flashes were getting strong. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks and neck. You had to sit down.

“Sorry princessa.” He went back to his former seat in the opposite corner to you.

You were so uncomfortable you didn’t even pay his nickname to mind, “How much longer?”

He looked you over, “Judging by your looks, any minute.”

You groaned and pulled harshly at your collar. You prayed someone would come and get you. You prayed Daniel and the federales were still alive and someone was looking for you. You let out a pained laugh knowing the chief was going to chew Daniel out about this. If only he knew the extent of this whole situation. A drug like this getting out on the streets would be devastating.

He groaned, “What are you laughing at?”

You lulled your head in his direction, “Chief. He’s going to kill me if I survive this.”

He hummed and shoved his hair out of his face feeling it stick to his now sweaty skin. He was beginning to feel the effects. The fever, the chills, and the tell take rock hard boner pressing up painfully against his black pants. You moaned in discomfort but the sound went straight to his dick. He bit his own tongue trying to stay lucid.

He knew neither of you had much more time before you’d resort to baser instincts.

Feeling yourself begin to loose a bit of control, in your moment of weakness, you began ripping at your bullet vest desperate to get it off. You couldn’t take it anymore. It felt offensive to keep it on your sensitive body.

“Shit.” Ramon mumbled staring at your obviously large tits. You didn’t even care you were just relieved to feel a bit cooler.

“All lady cops look like that?” He asked with an undertone that gave you goose bumps.

You felt your nipples harden and you whined still feeling constricted. Ramon wasted no time ridding himself of his shirt which didn’t help your situation at all. You could feel your heart beat in your pussy just staring at him. Fuck. Even his damp skin looked perfect. You cursed him. You cursed him with everything you could think of. He used the shirt to wipe away the sweat building on his face.

You closed your eyes and drew your knees up into a ball feeling it burn through you.

You were positive your underwear was ruined and the pulsing feeling spread to the rest of your body. Mindlessly, you started going at the buttons on your shirt feeling like you were going to melt away if you didn’t find some sort of relief. No longer caring if the narco prince saw you naked, you yanked the wet uniform shirt off leaving you in your lacy bra that literally no one ever got to see.

While you tried your hardest to keep your eyes off of him, for your own sake, he didn’t try nearly at all. He all but gawked at you liking the way your slicked back hair was beginning to loosen up from all of your fussing and sweat began to slide down between the valley of your breasts.

He swallowed thickly trying to imagine how soft your skin is and how good it would feel up against his.

He cleared his throat and clapped himself in the face, coming back to his senses. You were a fucking cop for christ sake. His sworn enemy.

“Arellano?” You whined.

He shot his head up a bit too eagerly. He reminded you of a puppy. All too hopeful for a treat.

“Are we going to die?” You asked feeling like you wouldn’t be able to take much more, “It hurts.”

You whimpered crumbling to your side feeling like your bones were melting. The urge to touch yourself becoming too strong. You were loosing your grip on control and slipping deep into your sub conscious.

Somewhere in Ramon’s less rational side of the brain, felt the urge to crawl over to you. He fought it as long as he could knowing you’d gladly slit his throat. When he hadn’t heard your whimpering in nearly five minutes he finally snapped and crawled over to your limp frame.

“Princessa?” He asked nearing your trembling body. Fuck. He didn’t like the way you were looking. It made him panic. How much had you both ingested?

Grabbing for your vest, he saw your name badge and damaged radio. You also had an empty candy bar wrapper tucked into a side pocket along with a voucher card for a local coffee shop twelve visits often.

“Y/N?” He leaned over you and placed a clammy hand on your feverish forehead. You moaned as his skin made contact with yours. He nearly came from the sound. You rolled onto your back and threw your head back baring your neck to him.

“Jesus.” He couldn't help it. It was definitely the drugs in his blood, but you looked so perfect. So small.

The fiery cop who was going to shoot him for talking was gone and instead a woman laid in front of him. A very high, very horny woman laid before him.

When you didn’t feel him touching you, you reached for his chains yanking him down to you. He didn’t resist at all and let you guide his hands to where you wanted him. You didn’t care about anything besides feeling his skin on yours. You’d die without it. You were convinced.

When he did oblige you, it felt like heaven. Truly. Everything about Ramon was intoxicating. The way he towered over you had you dripping. He was so big in comparison. You purred as his hands touched you. They touched and squeezed every part of you he could get his hands on. Your lacy bra didn’t last long nor did either of your pants.

You couldn’t help but touch him. He smelled so good it made your toes curl. The expensive cologne filled your senses along with the sweet floral scent of whatever plant made up this seductive drug. You dug your fingers into his thick fluffy hair yanking him down to kiss you.

The moment your lips touched his, he gave in. The man was feral. Yanking you up from the cold cement floor, he carried you over to where the pile of clothes was forming trying to at least give you some buffer before he fucked you into the floor.

He leaned over and kissed you again, this time wrapping his massive hand around your neck and squeezing enough to make you moan.

God why is he so hot?

Why does he feel so good? You should be repulsed but there was no part of your brain that wanted him to stop. You wanted Ramon Arellano more than air. It didn’t matter if the very hands that brought you pleasure were the same hands that ended countless lives. You no longer cared.

He broke away and kept his hand on your neck preventing you from taking charge or moving from the spot he held you in. His other hand made quick work of your panties and his Versace boxers leaving you both bare.

You audibly gasped at the sight of him. He was big. You knew it was going to stretch you. You’d never been with a man as big as him, but it must be the drugs, because you felt no hesitation, only want. If he didn’t fuck you soon, you were going to implode.

“Arellano please!” You pathetically begged trying to grind your hips up towards him. When he didn’t budge, you huffed in frustration, “It hurts!”

He looked down at your blown irises seeing how desperate you were. He smirked and released you neck, “I know princesa.”

You were about to sit up in protest, but he quickly manhandled you over onto your hands and knees. You naturally leaned forwards pressing your face into his crumpled silk shirt and stuck your ass even higher for him. This way he had a perfect view of your dripping pussy.

Wasting no time, he pumped himself a few times before rubbing his thick tip through your folds. You nearly cried when he finally surged forwards and filled you to the brim. The sweet ecstasy of relief replaced the burning ache. You both moaned as he slowly began to move. The wet noises coming from your drenched core normally would have had you embarrassed but you didn’t care in the slightest.

Ramon felt like he died and went to heaven. Nothing had ever felt this good in his entire life. Pulse only amplified the feeling.

“Fuck, princessa, your pussy feels so good.” He growled fisting your hair before yanking you up into an arch against his chest. You reached behind him for leverage as he picked up his pace, starting you rail you. You cried out for him mumbling incoherent words as the only thing you could think about is his perfect all consuming cock stroking you.

His hands snaked around your front, one grasping your tit, and the other traveling down between your legs going straight for your clit. You screamed when he rubbed you just the perfect way making you shake and convulse as you quickly approached your climax.

He grunted and leaned forwards a bit, feeling you clench around him. He was getting close and feeling you clenching around him wasn’t helping.

The coils in your stomach were tightening and you trembled as your orgasm approached. In a matter of seconds, Ramon Arellano had you cumming hard.

You whined as he fucked you through it giving you no mercy. His thrusts remained powerful even through his own orgasm as he spilled inside you. He continued to thrust inside you, fucking his cum deeper into you. You didn’t complain. The orgasm tempered the heat, but it still lingered.

You even cried out when he pulled out leaving you feeling too empty.

The two of you collapsed on the pile of discarded clothes feeling yourselves return to consciousness for a bit.

Ramon was the one to reach over first and run his fingers along your neck as your lay on your side facing away from him. You shivered.

“I still hate you.” You grumbled.

He let out a breathy laugh and rolled onto his back tucking his hands under his head.

“You’re the one who begged me to fuck you, princesa.” He reminded smugly, “Arellano please!” He mimicked with a cheesy grin, “It hurts! Even gave me those big doe eyes.”

You rolled over and punched him in the side. He groaned clutching his side slightly impressed by your strength despite the drugs flooding your system.

“I told you to shut up.” You rolled back over facing away from him. You hated yourself. The feeling of just having had sex with literally one of the worst people on the planet, no matter how sexy he might be, or how big his dick is, or how soft his hair is, or how warm and inviting his brown eyes are… you shook your head snapping yourself out of your bullshit.

This is Ramon Arellano. Drug trafficker narco headass who shoots up tunas in public parks and has a strange obsession with explosives and guns.

“-and she’s back.” He wheezed out trying to catch his breath. You scoffed.

After a few minutes you could feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of your head. You rolled over onto your back to look at him keeping what distance you could.

“You’re nuts for selling a drug like this.” You disapproved.

He shrugged and broke eye contact to stare up at the ceiling, “I had no clue it was like this.”

You hummed and hugged yourself. The cold floor was seeping into your skin through his silk shirt. Then you noticed the thrumming ache return back to your core.

“You really shouldn’t be a cop.” He shook his head. Your first instinct was to be offended, “It won’t make a difference and you’re going to end up dead… or worse.” His voice was like honey and you barely registered anything he said.

All it did was add to the fire stoking inside you. You were slipping in again.

He noticed your irises grow into huge saucers and that you suddenly got really squirmy and grabby.

“Awh, poor thing.” He teased. Watching your small body writhe with the drug. He leaned over to run his fingers down your neck again and I he watched as you responded with a purr and leaned into his touch. As soon as he touched your skin he began to feel the effects. Your small body was covered in goose bumps and sweat. He couldn’t help but to lick your neck to get your scent in his nose which in turn sent chills down his spine. Why did you smell so good? He couldn’t get enough. He licked and kissed all the way down your body making sure to give special attention to your breasts but when he noticed you getting squirmy and wanting him lower, he smiled and continued south.

Sitting back on his knees, he looked down at you laying beneath him. Your hands reaching for his as your eyes were nearly black. You looked cute. So soft. Your fiery side dulled down, left you a whiny subby mess beneath him. You didn’t even fight him when he cupped the back of your knees and spread your legs wide for him revealing the most glorious sight he’s ever seen. Your swollen pussy was covered in him. He spilled out of you making a big mess between your legs and Ramon nearly came from the image.

“Holy fuck.” He whispered leaning down to press kisses up the inside of your legs. He couldn’t help himself, he went to scoop some of his cum with his fingers before pushing it back inside of you making you cry out and thrash a bit.

“Behave.” He commanded making you stop in your tracks. You were desperate for his cock you’d do anything he asked.

He couldn’t wait much longer and lined up to thrust into you. Feeling his cum leak past him as he entered you was like nothing he had ever felt before. Your cries were like a drug in within its self and Ramon lost himself inside you all over again. The drug quite literally made him forget his own name. The only thing he could think about was cumming inside your perfect pussy.

This lasted long into the night.

You two would finish and lay there in silence until it started up again, and you would ride him until the frenzy was gone. Or he’d have you on your hands and knees begging for him all over again until he was satisfied. You were so full of his cum it should have been impossible to go this many rounds. The pulse drug was giving you two unnatural stamina and the highest sex drive any human could imagine. And by the morning you two knew every inch of one another as it was literally impossible to stop.

The drug didn’t ware off until the morning sun hit the ceiling roof and by then you were exhausted. You had pulled your uniform shirt back on at some point in the night, though both were thoroughly ruined.

~~~

You were awoken by men screaming and scrambling up towards the second story. You fly up from your little nest you had made looking around realizing you were still trapped in the warehouse.

You stood up on wobbly legs feeling dirty and gross and very very hungover.

Looking around you realize you also were very much… alone.

“Y/N?!” Daniel’s voice rang out through the rubble.

“Daniel?!” You scream running over to the enclosed door, “I’m in here!”

“Jesus Christ!” He yelled, “We thought you were dead!”

“No I’m trapped in here!” You could cry from happiness.

“Hold on! We’re gonna get you out!”

“Okay!” You reply and turn to scramble to pull the rest of your uniform on. Looking around, you grabbed your bra and pants but kept searching for your panties. When you couldn’t find them you gave up and yanked the rest of your uniform on trying to look as presentable as possible and not like you had just been throughly fucked for hours.

“Daniel?” You yelled through the wall tucking your gun into your holster.

“Yeah?”

“There’s a crazy ass drug in here! Please be careful!”

“You okay?”

Well, ain't that the question of the year.

“I think so. Though I think it’s a bit hallucinogenic.”

“Oh damn okay!” His voice could be heard along with the others.

It took forever, but they eventually cleared enough rubble to get through and a paramedic team rolled through with hazmat suits on. Daniel came in with a mask on looking around.

“What the hell happened?” He asked looking at the room you were held up in.

“I was chasing Ramon, and we both got trapped in here. You guys must have left, because we both tried to shoot each other but our clips were empty and eventually we fell asleep. I hadn’t woke up until you guys got here.”

“You said the drug was hallucinogenic?” He turned to look at the bricks of pink powder stacked like a pyramid up to the crazy high window.

“Well, I was exposed to it and I swore I was here with Ramon Arellano.” You were in a bit of disbelief. “But I woke up and he escaped somehow?” You were just as confused. It all had felt so…real.

“We all thought after Kitty shot me and scaled the neighboring roofs, you had taken off after Ramon.” Daniel was inn shock of the amount of drugs in this room.

“We searched all night through the city trying to find you. We thought Ramon had shot you or something.” He was also in disbelief.

“Well, I was here.” You crossed your arms, “Safe and sound.”

“Jeez kid.” He sighed and rubbed his beard.

“I just want to go home.” You sighed, “I feel disgusting.”

“Alright.” Daniel agreed and lead you out of the rubble, “Let’s get you home.”

~ ~ ~ Three Days Later ~ ~ ~

Chief gave you a week off after ripping Daniel a new one. He felt bad you had been left to fend for yourself in a Narco strong hold. Frankly you think it’s because they figured out what the pink powder really was and they deduced that you endured that. Of course they’d never say that, or ask about it, but you can put two and two together. Chief clearly didn’t want to know…

Walking over to your kitchen to pour a second cup of coffee, you heard a firm knock on your apartment door. Setting the mug and pot down, you walked over to the door and looked out the peep hole.

No one.

Hmm.

You unlock the door and look around seeing no one. When you go to step out onto the landing, you kick a big blue bag with tissue paper. Bending down you look at the strange bag and scooch the tissue paper aside revealing cash… And lots of it.

You rip the rest of the tissue paper out and grab the yellow envelope addressed to “Officer Y/N”

Upon opening the envelope there was no card, just a polaroid picture. You remove the photo and flip it over and your stomach drops.

In the frame is your pair of lacy panties and a very smug Ramon with a cheesy grin holding them up. At the bottom of the picture was “Thanks for these Princessa” You looked at the rest of the contents in the bag revealing to be exactly 10k American Dollars. By those was another note tucked into the paper band holding the bills together, “For not pacing - R.A.”

You could slap the shit out of him.

You stepped out further onto the landing looking for who might have dropped the package off. You half way expected him to be waiting at the end of the block in his red car waiting for you to spot him.

He wasn’t.

Then the eerie feeling began to settle in. Ramon Arellano knows where to you live… All he knew about you was your first name and somehow he still found you. You became anxious. Do you report this to your boss? But then you’d have to tell him everything and you didn’t think you’d be able to go into work after that. You literally fucked the enemy.

Fuck.

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Flirting with Danger

Chapter 3: Too close for comfort

Ramon x f reader (or read as an Oc)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ramon, what is it?”

“That’s not how surprises work.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It happens so fast.

Faster than your logical mind can keep up.

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

This feels good

He feels good

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

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

You should stop this

You should stop him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were better than this

Until now

Ramon ruined everything

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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♡Chasing you♡

My VERY first fanfic I post. So hope you enjoy it! And advice is greatly appreciated! ^^

Word count: 399.

Language: English & Spanish.

Warnings: Swearing, a little bit of violence.

Enjoy! ;)

——Ramon Arellano x Fem! reader——

It was a typical Friday night at the Roxanne night club. The music was booming, the liquor was intoxicating, and the men were FINE. You were wearing some black stilettos and a short glittery silver dress. You took the spotlight whenever you danced, swaying your hips while elegantly balancing. Ramon couldn't lie to himself, seeing your dress rise up your thighs while dancing was turning him on. It also didn’t help that you were being stared at by many men. The thought of having someone that everyone wanted was fun. He was watching you from the 2nd floor, waiting for the opportunity to sway you away from the crowd. Out of nowhere, a clearly intoxicated guy starts grinding up on you. At first it was harmless fun, but as his hands started roaming your body, you felt uncomfortable. His left hand suddenly goes under your dress and pulls at your panties, letting go of the hem in a swift motion causing it to smack your skin. You swiftly turned around and slapped his cheek. “Qué te pasa coño?!” You exclaimed. As soon as you said that, Ramon quickly made his way down the stairs. When he got to where you were, he paused in shock. There you were, beating the hell out of the guy who harassed you, cursing as many obscenities as you could. “¡¿Qué diablos te pasa?! ¿Tratas así a todas las chicas que conoces? No soy una puta común que te dejará hacer lo que quieras con ella. Hijo de puta. Chúpame mi puto pito, pendejo. Malparido.” And with those final words, you kicked his balls, HARD. The guy fell to the floor writhing in pain. Ramon stood there astonished to see how much fury you unleashed on the guy. But he wasn’t complaining, he liked strong women. You took this opportunity to grab your bag that your friend was holding to leave. As you walked away you and Ramon’s eyes interlocked. And for a split second, at least to him, it felt like the two of you were the only ones that mattered. He sent you a sly smirk which confused you since you had never seen the man before. You broke eye contact and headed towards the exit, your friends trailing behind you. As Ramon watched you leave the only thing on his mind was how much fun chasing you was going to be.

Author’s Note: This is the intro to my new book called Chasing you. Longer and more thought out chapters are yet to come! ^^ Thank you so much for reading and have a great day! :D

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ethereal-am · 2 years

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All Grown up

Ramon Arellano Felix X Reader [One shot]

Hi mis amores … introducing to you all my first Ramon Arellano Felix one shot piece as requested by one of my anonymous loves <3 though it feels more like a short story … But the people want Ramon content and thats what they get!! I truly hope you will all enjoy and if so feel free to check out my story Malquerida — Narcos Mexico on Wattpad!

Summary : As a girl who’s always had it all — Jewelry, Designer clothes, Trips to Europe and around … you were seen as nothing other than a typical spoiled brat never taken seriously by your parents. For your eighteenth birthday, your parents gifted you a car … you couldn’t even drive … same night, a friend of yours convinced you to leave a lame party to visit your first discotheque : Roxanne’s … and there’s where it all started — He wasn’t meant to be more than a capricious and strategic want for you and he knew that, Ramon Arellano was playing your game, he was being the perfect tool for you to use and piss off your parents to show them you were All grown up.

Word count : 7,194

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The warm yellow radiating from the sun's rays... hit right into the outside concrete wall of a Mansion, a soft yet cool breeze blew in through an open window ... the window belonging to a feminine room. Pink adorned two of the walls facing each other and covering them completely ... the other two, white.

You sat on the pink cushion of a stool placed in front of your vanity while delicately slipping on white knee-high socks with a pink ribbon detail at the top ... you stood up taking one single look at your face not caring much about the subtly noticeable dark circles under your eyes nor the fact you were only wearing a silk mini dress sleeping grown.

Conversation could be heard coming from down the stairs, you stepped over to the black railing placing your hands on the cold metal material and looking down onto the bottom level, there stood your dad, Alejandro, a businessman investing with several banks in the area of Baja California and Baja California Sur ... his friend stood across from him though your curious presence called for his attention as he locked eyes with you making your dad turn to see you standing above them

"Buenos días cariño ... cámbiate y baja a saludar" (Good morning sweetheart ... go change and come say hi)

A tiny smile curved up on your lips, you headed for the stairs and shortly after came into scene going to stand beside your dad and extending your hand out for the male in front of him "Buenos días, y/n" (Good morning, y/n) you introduced yourself in such a soft and natural manner that it brought a spontaneous smile out of the older male in front of you who reached for your hand carefully taking it into his own and giving it a light shake

"Y/n? Que bonito nombre ... soy Carlos Hank" (Y/n? What a pretty name ... I'm Carlos Hank) the male introduced himself keeping his attention on you

Your father quickly interrupted "Te dije que te cambiaras" (I asked you to go change) his tone became stern as he glared at you in a discreet manner

You turned to him and lightly shrugged "Que tiene de malo esto?" (What's wrong with wearing this?)

"Déjala no pasa nada ... después de todo, es su casa" (It's fine don't worry ... after all this is her house) Carlos commented before extending his hand out to your dad "Nos vemos luego hombre, cuídate y un placer hacer negocios contigo" (I'll see you later man, take care, it's been a pleasure making business with you)

"Ni lo menciones, nos vemos" (Of course, I'll see you later) He walked the visitor out to the door and the sound of heels echoing announced your mom's presence coming into scene

"Si es nada más y nada menos que La Niña del cumpleaños" (Look who it is, none other than our birthday girl) a smile displayed on her expression bringing out some excitement ... you were finally turning eighteen.

You smiled, not only teethingly but with your eyes as they became smaller ... cute little wrinkles forming at the sides.

"Corre y alístate ... Lorenzo nos espera en la boutique" (Go on get ready ... Lorenzo is waiting for us at the boutique)

The news came as a surprise, you weren't expecting to go anywhere ... your mom liked to do the choosing and arranging for every single one of your parties "Voy a escoger mi vestido para mañana?!" (I'm choosing my dress for tomorrow evening?!)

"El vestido ... ya lo escoji yo pero te lo tienes que medir" (I chose ... the dress already but you do need to go try it on, see if it fits)

The words caused slight disappointment in you and the dimmed expression became apparent on your face "Siempre lo escoges tú ... déjame escoger esta vez si?" (You always choose them ... let me choose this time yeah?) in an attempt to persuade you reached for your mom's hand and sent a small charming smile her way

She looked at your dad standing behind you then began to shake her head slowly "Ya sabes que la imagen de la familia es importante ..." (You know the family's image is the most important thing ...)

Your mom appeared to always agree with whatever your dad wanted ... at times you wondered if she even had a mind of her own.

•••••

The evening at the boutique a day before was the epitome of boring ... you now stared at your reflection in the hallway mirror — the pink dress your mom had chosen could not look and feel more like a nightmare.

'Debió haberme dejado que comprara el otro vestido' (Should've just let me buy the other one) you thought to yourself while dreading the idea of having to go downstairs to greet everyone at the gala birthday party but what else could you do ...

Applauds and soft cheering began to fill the room the moment the invitees caught sight of you walking down the flight of stairs ... your mom had printed a wide smile on her face ... her face could rip in half if she continued smiling like that, while your dad stepped up offering his arm for you to take ... which you did.

He lead you through the crowd of strangers, you held your long dress slightly off the floor with one hand.

"Sorpresa!" (Surprise!) In front of you was ... a car, the brief smile slowly dropped off your lips, the hell did you want a car for? You sighed at the feeling of irritation accumulating in your chest ... talk about materialism and how that matters far much more.

"No te gusta? Es un Ford Mustang gt convertible 1992 ... de colección" (You don't like it? It's a 1992 Ford Mustang gt convertible ... a collection car)

You began to lightly nod, what a bad actress ... everyone could tell you didn't like your present

"No ... no, me encanta, solo que pues ... no se manejar"(No ... no, I love it, only thing is ... I don't know how to drive) you faked a smile and you faked enthusiasm

A young waitress stepped up to your mom, whispered something then walked away.

"La cena esta lista, por acá por favor ..." (Dinner is ready, this way everyone ...) she began to lead the way back into the dining room, your father turned to you, he placed a kiss on your cheek before walking away with the crowd

"Pasen por favor! Con confianza, están en su casa" (Welcome! Go ahead, my house is your house) he assured. The talk began to grow muffled as you stood outside staring at the metal machine with wheels in front of you.

"Uyyy ... prepárate, los periódicos hablarán de lo consentida que estás" (Well ... be ready for tomorrow, newspapers won't shut up about how spoiled you acted) A familiar voice coming from behind jokingly commented, it was Vale, your only friend, the only girl accepted by your parents — given the fact her dad worked with yours "Mejor te hubieran regalado unas alas" (They should've given you some wings instead)

You turned around to face her "Alas?" (Wings?)

"Si, ya 18? Es hora de que te dejen volar mi reina" (Yeah, 18 already? It's about time they let you fly on your own)

You rolled your eyes, your shoulders lightly dropping too. "Haría lo que fuera por que todo esto acabará" (I'd do anything just for this to end)

"Y puedes ..." (You can do something about it ...) her mischievous comment sent a shiver down your spine, knowing her ... she was up to no good.

•••••

"Estás segura?" (Are you sure?) you asked peeking your head out of the door eyeing the hall hoping nobody would see you

"Segurísima ... déjame ver " (Very ... let me see) Vale assured taking you by the hand and dragging you out of the room ...

You'd changed out of the bland boring dress into a sequin night mini dress ... the material of the fabric brought out your best assets while outlining your curves, this gave you the look you'd been looking to get — womanhood.

Vale's eyes instantly dropped to your outfit "Si ... te dije que te quedaría bien" (I knew it ... told you it would look great on you) she reached into her purse and handed you a pair of dangling earrings "Póntelos, y ya vamonos antes de que alguien nos vea aquí paradas" (Put these on, let's hurry ... before someone sees us standing here)

Your friend took off and you quickly followed after her trying hard not to sound the heels of your shoes so much, with a little bit of luck y'all made it out through the back service door being unnoticed.

Your stomach was digging a hole in the pit of it, your nerves were through the roof ... not only was this your first time out of the home like that but you knew there would be heavy consequences if you were to get caught.

•••••

Song : Sex money feelings die — Lykke Li

Entering into the nightclub, your gaze immediately felt to open up ... not everything was as bad as your parents had put it out to be. The purple, blue, and green colors coming from the rotating lights in the ceiling added ambient to the loud place ...

The crowd casually opened up a path for new people coming in, Vale turned to glance at you ... a smile printed on her face while she probably recalled her own first time at such a place.

"Te gusta?" (You like it?)

You immediately nodded keeping your eyes on your surroundings ... not in an alerted mode, more in an observing manner ... like a child stepping into a toy store for the very first time.

Vale reached for two shots from a waitress passing by "Esto te va a gustar aún más, pruébalo" (You're gonna like this even more, try it)

You looked down at the glass handed out your way, for a second you almost hesitated ... the hell were you doing? If you didn't take it now then when would you?

You reached for the cold drink and took a sip from it, the bourbon taste burned at your throat while your brows naturally creased at the new sensation, Vale let out a soft laugh quickly downing her shot with no trouble.

A level away, Ramon Arellano downed his own drink

It was only logical he'd be there ... he did own the place.

Ramon turned around and headed back to his own booth ...

"Que onda wey porque tan aguitado" (What's up man, why so depressed) Alfredo jokingly commented going to take a seat next to him

"Donde están las morritas bien buenas que me ibas a presentar pues?" (Where are the fine ass girls you promised to introduce me to?) Ramon rawly joked along even though the girls were standing inside their own booth

Alfredo and Kitty both laughed while shaking their head at his carelessness "Pinche Ramon" (Fucking asshole)

Five vodka shots in and the feeling of being and enjoying yourself to the fullest became present, the idea of your parents being mad at you for sneaking out had disappeared ... dusted off your brain completely, now you only wanted to embrace the hidden self you'd put away for so long.

"Si tu me lo pides nos vamos ahora" (If you ask me to, I'll take you home right now) A guy standing beside you insisted ... his comment rather than bothering you made you chuckle, he had to be the 10th guy who'd come up to you with the same phrase ... is this all they really knew?

You began to shake your head downing the rest in your sixth vodka shot ...

"Ya oíste wey?" (You hear the news yet?) Romeo asked Ramon while lighting up a cigarette

The Arellano brother nodded at him unaware as to what he meant

"Hay un nuevo juguetito ... allá abajo, Y/N ... hija de un banquero" (There's a new toy ... on the bottom level, Y/n ... she's the daughter of a banker)

Alfredo, Kitty, and Ramon all stood up coming over to the railing ... "La del vestidito? Se ve buena" (The one with the little dress? She looks good) Kitty said bringing his glass up to his lips and sipping from it

"Nueva?" (Is she new?) Ramon curiously asked wondering why he'd never seen you around before

"Nah ... pero el papa parece dictador" (Nah ... but her dad acts a lot like a dictator) Kitty added on

Before anyone could say anything else Ramon stepped over the chained belt exiting his booth. In the few minutes he'd checked you out he had also noticed the way you'd avoided every man ... he was always up for a challenge, more so to feed his ego knowing no one ever said no to him.

He stepped up to the bar placing his body beside yours, very subtle about his moves without doubt "Un shot de tequila, un limón ... y sal" (A tequila shot, a lime ... and salt) as he finished his sentence he turned his head to you

Feeling a stare almost burning through you, you slowly turned your head to him ... you picked a cherry up from the glass in front of you and brought the small fruit up to your lips ... not for one second did you remove your stare from his.

A sly almost unnoticeable smirk formed up on Ramon's expression ...

A small teething smile curved onto your own lips, in a deftly manner you offered him a cherry ... he of course didn't decline, instead, he leaned forward, carefully took your wrist into his grip and bit the cherry off its stem, this time he didn't remove his eyes off yours.

Whatever that was, it made your stomach turn and your heartbeat initiated a faster pace making you look away. You threw the stem to the side reaching for another cherry.

And ... a point for him, Ramon glanced back at his friends watching him from a distance, he sent them a mocking smile before continuing to smile to himself as he turned to accept his drink.

Instead of walking away, he stepped up closer, the scent of his cologne becoming prominent along with his presence.

"Permíteme" (Let me show you something) He finally broke the silence between you both

With light hesitation at first you ended up shifting your attention to him "Hm?" your nonchalant hum spoke volumes, you were nervous ... he made you nervous.

Ramon reached for your wrist like before, he placed a gentle grip on it bringing you closer "Tranquila, por que te asustas?" (It's alright, why are you scared?) his tone almost playful

"Te equivocas, no te conozco" (Don't get it mixed up, I simply don't know you) you responded gathering all your nerves and tossing them aside

He nodded at you and without further explanation rubbed the sliced lime on the back of your hand, reached for the salt putting some over the wet spot then let go from your wrist taking the shot of tequila and handing it to you "Tómatelo" (Drink it)

You glanced down at the glass then looked up at him only to notice a stare of encouragement from his part, a soft smirk curved onto your lips as you finally reached for the glass taking it from him.

You began to remember you'd seen this somewhere as you licked up the wet salt with a faint taste of lemon though kept your stare on his only guessing how that could make him feel ...

You'd be lying if you were to deny you enjoyed being an innocent tease.

Ramon kept his gaze focused on you ... in that very moment he faded away into his own emotions and thoughts awakened by you, you stopped looking like a stranger doing just what he wanted and turned into a good source of entertainment.

You finally sipped down half of the shot, the strong feeling of burn slid down your tongue to your throat, your brows creased for a moment ... that caught his attention, Ramon was no longer staring, he was observing you.

You smoothly downed the rest of the alcohol placing the glass down onto the bar "Te lo pago" (I'll pay for yours) you boldly suggested already ordering a shot of tequila for him

Ramon glanced at the barman then immediately shifted his attention to you again, his eyes began to slowly wander down to the outline of your dress ... his eyes slowly tracing the lengthy necklace hanging down your chest and resting between your breasts.

A question arose into his mind ... did you belong to someone else already? "Llegaste sola?" (You came here alone?)

You turned to face him again, this time you slightly tilted your head to the right and a soft yet playful smile manifested itself on your face "Que importa?" (Who cares?)

Your careless response brought another smirk to his face before he stepped up closer leaning down by your ear "Te invito a mi mesa, yo Pago todo" (Come to my table, everything goes under my tab)

The soft smile on your face became wider at his suggestion, you looked down at his shirt before your eyes met with his seconds later ... you began to slowly shake your head, without realizing it your eyes had begun to wander down to the gold chain hanging from his neck "No gracias, ademas ..." (No thank you, plus ...) you took his wrist into your hand and looked down at the time on his watch "Ya pasa de mi hora de dormir" (It's past my bedtime) you joked pulling out a couple bills from your purse and placing them on the bar ready to walk past him

A flame was lit the moment you rejected his offer. Either his dangerous position or his looks always got him what he wanted, he couldn't let you walk out on him. Ramon reached for your wrist and placed a grip on it stopping you in your tracks.

"Desvélate un poquito" (Stay up late a little) he suggested feeling as you didn't pull away now sliding his hand down to fit your own hand into his

His tone was convincing.

"No me digas que te regañan en tu casa?" (Come on, don't tell me you'll get in trouble back home) he knowingly teased

His words brought shame, matter of fact ... yes you'd get in trouble, your stare momentarily dropped ...

Ramon shifted his body to face yours "Treinta minutitos ... si no te gusta, te vas" (Thirty little minutes ... if you don't like my presence, you get to leave) this time he glanced up at the VIP booth noticing his friends kept a focus on him

"Treinta y ya" (Thirty, no more) you responded shaking your hand away from his

•••••

"A ver hagan espacio, a la chingada" (Come on make some space, get the fuck out) Ramon said to the males in his booth quickly kicking them out while leading the way in for you

The minutes went by, contrary to what you'd initially thought ... he wasn't showing you a bad time. He was attentive, smart in his own way but above all ... flirty and funny.

As to for him? He'd lost himself in his own challenge. Your essence had lured him in ... could've been the alcohol speaking, he'd know a morning later but for now he couldn't stop staring at your lips, at your legs and the silhouette your body created while already sitting next to him.

Unexplainable emotions had begun to accumulate in the center of your chest ... he'd scooted himself up close to you and his closeness brought warmth and tension, the type of tension that can make you breathe harder than normal.

"Yo de echo crei que eras nueva por acá ..." (I actually thought you were new around here ...) he confessed before nodding at the waitress for another round of shots

You shook your head slowly letting out a soft chuckle before going to cross your leg though accidentally brushing it against his own "Ya ves que no" (Now you see I'm not)

The movement called out for Ramon's attention as he looked down at your leg and the much revealance of it "Y como está eso de que no sales?" (What do you mean with 'don't go out much'?)

You carelessly shrugged "No me dejan" (They don't let me go out at home)

Ramon eyed your face and it's traits this time moving a long strand of hair behind your shoulder "Tan mal te portas?" (You're that bad?)

His teasing joke made you face him again ... and there it went, his favorite smile on you so far ... the playful and teasing expression.

"A lo mejor ..." (Maybe ...) you mischievously shrugged again

He began to slowly nod believing he'd show you what being bad was actually like and truth is ... he was used to a certain type of women coming into his life, the easy ones ... the ones that would give into the heat of the moment with him and he'd forget all about a day later.

"Pórtate mal tantito ..." (Be bad for a little ...) he teased, his eyes wandering through your body before his stare came to fix on yours again

You rolled your eyes at his input ... you might've been naive yet not stupid.

Your hesitation brought him to believe he was gonna have to try harder ... Ramon reached for your hand bringing it up to cup his face, the tension slowly faded away while your heart began to intensify its beating as you watched his face lean into your touch, all of this was brand new to you.

Keeping your hand in his he placed a gentle peck on the delicate inside of your wrist ... a soft trail began to lead the way up your arm. If this was his convincing tactic, it was working.

He reached for the sliced lemon at the table allowing you to stunningly watch as he rubbed it on your inner arm before pouring salt on it ... his eyes met with yours the moment he licked his way up, your breathing had become hard again.

He downed the tequila shot, your gaze came to meet with his ... the darkness in his stare burning through you.

Your eyes fell to his lips ... he softly threw your arm around his neck, leaned into you, and pressed his lips on yours.

The taste of tequila slipping from his tongue and breath mixed with the scent of his cologne ... his hand came to rest on the naked back part of your dress, you felt the warmth of his larger hands on your skin ... the sensation immediately sending a shiver down your spine.

Your lips began to move along with his without hesitation, your mind blurred out every and any other thought ... you were probably losing your mind.

The sweet scent emitting from your skin awakened passionate emotions in Ramon ... was it the alcohol? was it the dark setting? ... without an explanation he felt ready to surrender to you.

You began to feel large hands tracing their way up your thigh slowly finding its way up and under your dress, your blurred-out mind quickly brought you back to your senses ... you broke the kiss apart reaching for his hand and stopping it.

Ramon's heavy breathing formed goosebumps down your arm ... "Que pasa?" (What's wrong?)

You flashed him a small teasing smile bringing his watch up to his face "Ya pasan de treinta minutos" (The thirty minutes are over) you let go from his hand and come to stand on your feet

"No seas asi" (Don't be like that) he quietly groaned reaching for your wrist ready to pull you back down

His behavior brought a small chuckle out of you "Mas bien tu no seas así" (If anything you shouldn't be like this) you joked reaching for your purse

Ramon quickly stood up "Esta bueno ... eres mas terca que nada ... pero al menos pásame tu número" (Alright ... you're kinda stubborn ... at least give me your number) even now he took your hands into his

"Que?? Noooo" (What?? No way) You let out a soft laugh, you liked him but giving him your number meant you agreed to having him on you nonstop ... "Pásame el tuyo, yo te llamo" (Give me yours, I'll call you)

Ramon squinted his eyes at you not fully believing you'd end up calling him ... "Esta bueno, a ver" (Alright, let's see) he leaned down picking up a pen and a small piece of paper from the messy table in front of him, he then handed you the piece ... a smile spread on your face noticing the heart he'd playfully drawn next to his name.

"Bueno ... estaremos en contacto" (Alright ... we'll be in touch) you joked around before walking past him and out of the booth.

Whatever the encounter had been, it had left a print for Ramon ... it wasn't about a challenge anymore, you'd simply come off as different than any other girl he'd ever been with ... your push off and avoiding behavior had undoubtedly pulled him in.

•••••

Next morning ... you woke up with a headache ... not like you expected any less though. You stepped out of the shower wrapped in a white robe when the door to your bedroom flung open, both, your mom and dad stepped in.

"Y/n" your dad's tone was indifferent

"Que?" (What?) so was yours

"Te parece bien lo que hiciste ayer?" (You think you did good with that little act you pulled yesterday?)

You rolled your eyes and let out a soft sigh "Ya no soy una niña ... si no dan libertad, tengo que salir a buscarla yo" (I'm not a little girl ... if you won't give me any freedom then I have to go out and look for it myself)

"Y/n ..." your mom's tone softened up as she began stepping up toward you

"No la consientas Carmen" (Don't spoil her Carmen) your dad quickly interrupted grabbing your mom and stopping her from coming up closer to you "No eres niña? Pues lo pareces" (You're not a little girl? You act like one)

"Ya estoy harta. Me tratan como si fuera una niña, y NO lo soy" (I'm tired of this. You treat me like a child and I'M NOT)

Your dad took a couple steps up to you, he gently grabbed the collar to your robe and fixed it though kept an intimidating towering position over you "Bajo mi techo, bajo mis reglas" (Under my roof, under my rules) ... "Ya no quiero salidas con Valeria" (I don't want to see you out with Valeria anymore)

He let go from you and stepped out of the room almost slamming the door on his way out.

Rage built up ... you were tired of being treated like a pet, like a doll ... like a child ... you wanted to be different now, you began to believe your parents needed a real reason to treat you this way ... you'd give them a reason and only someone who help you with this.

You rushed to the telephone, pulled a paper from under your pillow, and dialed the number on it.

•••••

You stepped up to the mirror …

Your outfit reflected your hint of innocence and tenderness along with the ache and eagerness of wanting to know what being a woman felt like.

You stepped out of the home ... outside, a red convertible awaited for you — Ramon waved from the driver's side.

Taking into consideration he liked you, you took the freedom of assuming he'd be the perfect prospect to get your parents even angrier... you, their sweet little y/n, fixated on a nobody junior from Tijuana.

Ramon was ready to make any of your wishes come true, you'd mentioned how much you missed visiting botanical gardens and he drove up to one.

"Ya extrañaba el olor a arboles y flores ..." (I missed the smell of trees and flowers ...) You casually mentioned walking alongside him while naturally scanning around and admiring the bright colors displayed on the flowers surrounding you — Yellow marigolds, orange tulips, red zinnias, and pink peonies.

Ramon keeps a steady stroll beside you, he's admiring the surroundings before shifting his attention to you ... he watches the way the wind blows a strand of your hair through your face "Cuando fue la ultima vez que estuviste aquí?" (When was the last time you came here?)

You turned to him "Hace un tiempo, Ramon yo no salgo mucho" (A while ago, I don't go out much you know) you let out in a confession watching his brows furrow together in confusion

"Es cierto lo que dicen?" (Is it true? What people say ...) He came to a sudden stop though turned to face you

You stopped and turned to face him giving him a light nod, not ashamed anymore ... you were simply showing vulnerability.

"Y/N, tu sabes quien soy, a lo que me dedico?" (Y/n, do you know who I am? What I do?) He kept his eyes focused on yours waiting for a response and hoping that the truth wouldn't end up scaring you away

Casually your eyes traveled down to the chain hanging by his chest before meeting with his eyes again "Trabajas?" (You work?) you chuckled to yourself in disbelief someone like him had actual responsibilities

Your comment and actions brought a spontaneous smile up to his face, he enjoyed your playful behavior.

"Aunque no me lo creas" (Whether you believe it or not I do) He took your hand playfully pulling you in toward him "A ver Espérate, escuchame ... soy Arellano, uno de Los lideres Del cartel de Tijuana" (Hold on, listen ... I'm an Arellano, one of the leaders of the Tijuana cartel)

His confession faded the smile off your face ... a part of you had grown scared while the other began to fabricate ideas ... he'd just gone from a Tijuana nobody junior to a Cartel leader.

"Te gustan los carros de coleccion?" (Are you into collection cars?)

•••••

The black 1992 Ford Mustang gt convertible gifted to you a day before, sped into the driveway of your home.

Ramon stepped out the driver's side still laughing while you hopped out the passenger door with your heels in hand "Te dije! Sabia que tu si le ibas a sacar provecho!" (Told you! I knew you were know how to have fun in this!) you excitedly commented stepping closer to him

"Y/n!" A familiar stern voice called out for your name from the front door

At the tone, you became startled quickly turning around to watch your dad standing at the door frame, the expression on his face displaying anger and bother

"Me quieres explicar Que significa esto?" (Care to explain what's going on?) Your dad's firm glare stared at Ramon from head to toe before turning to look at you

You remembered telling yourself they had two ways of accepting you were no longer a child — the easy way, and the hard way. You stepped back into Ramon, held his arms, and carelessly wrapped them around you "Te presento a alguien ... Ramon, mi novio" (Let me introduce you to someone ... this is Ramon, my boyfriend) you lied

The words coming out of your mouth brought a confused expression to Ramon though he was quick to catch onto everything ... he willingly tightened his arms around you before pecking your cheek and resting his chin on your shoulder and it wasn't like he wasn't enjoying it.

God ... if stares could kill, your dad would've used his to strangle Ramon and you right afterward though he simply nodded and made his way back into the home.

His careless reaction worried you, you quickly stepped away from Ramon's arms taking a couple steps forward and keeping an eye on the door ... you were expecting a much more string reaction rather than your dad not caring, it made you wonder what was going through his mind.

"Y eso?" (What was all that?) Ramon spoke up taking a couple steps forward and positioning himself behind you

You sighed at the stressful thought that your dad could be planning something far more strong to teach you not to act up with him anymore "Perdon, en ese momento ..." (I'm sorry it's just that I thought ...)

"No te preocupes ... yo con gusto juego el papel" (Don't worry about it ... I'll gladly play the part) He rested a light grip on your waist though his sudden touch made you quickly step away and turn around to face him

"Gracias, es mejor Que te vallas ... te veo luego si?" (Thanks, you better leave ... I'll see you later alright?) You came onto your tippy toes placing a soft peck on his cheek before hurriedly walking away and heading for the door

Just like that, you had him. You were in his eyes the prettiest girl.

•••••

Ramon could tell he was parlaying part in your little game, he knew you weren't exactly in love with him ... maybe you enjoyed his presence but that wouldn't erase the fact he was a strategic tool for you to use but even after knowing all this ... he kept looking for you.

He'd send you flowers every day, all types of flowers and without a doubt, he was getting a smile out of you every time.

But things at home weren't as pleasing ... your dad wanted to fly you out to Europe to continue with college, his words had come off as an immediate surprise making you wonder what would happen with everything you had going on here.

You called Ramon asking to meet up with him and of course, he dropped whatever he was doing just to meet with you

From a distance he watched you make your way down the sidewalk, a teething smile grew on your lips at the sight of him ... you began to playfully skip your way to him bringing a soft laugh out of him before coming right into his arms and melting into the warmth of his touch.

You could smell the scent of a fresh shower combined with expensive cologne.

"Hm, hueles bien" (Hm, you smell good) the casual comment escaped your mouth as you held onto his arms this time looking up at him

Ramon looked down at you, a smile curved up onto his face "Si? A ver y tu?" (Do I? Do you?) he took sweet advantage of the opportunity by leaning into the crook of your neck breathing your perfume in before letting out a sigh, his breathing crashing onto your neck making you softly laugh and push him back gently

"No empieces" (Don't even think about it) you mentioned playfully ready to step back from his arms

He quickly smiled fully aware of his teasing behavior "Mas bien No me dejes empezar solo" (If anything I shouldn't be the only one thinking about it) he joked while pulling you into him again, without warning he began filling your face with kisses

You began to laugh at his sweet action "Ramon!" You called out to him wanting to pull away from his touch though failing as your back began to arch back in your attempt to pull back keeping your hands on his arms as he positioned a hand behind your back for support

•••••

"Ya enserio ... que tipo de cosas haces en tu ... negocio" (Come on I'm being serious ... what type of things do you do in your ... business) you asked with curiosity before taking a spoonful of shaved ice into your mouth

"Ya te dije, lo mío es ser el mas guapo de la familia entre tanto pinche cabron feo" (I already told you, my thing is being the good-looking one among the bunch of ugly motherfuckers) he joked — two reasons, one : he thought it was funny, plus it fit his arrogance and two : he couldn't just tell you he killed people.

You shook your head slowly at his response

"Tu papa que hace?" (What does your dad do?) he asked turning to look at you and stealing a spoonful from your ice

"Ey!" You playfully hit his arm watching him take the spoon into his mouth "Es dueño de algunos bancos" (He owns a couple of banks)

Your response made him realize your dad could probably be involved with his own business though he kept the thought to himself.

"Por que yo?" (Why me?)

His sudden and out of context question made you glance up at him "Porque tu que?" (Why you what?)

"Porque le dijiste a tu papa Que era tu novio?" (Why'd you tell your dad I was your boyfriend?) He rephrased his question keeping his eyes to the front wanting to get to the bottom of it all

Because you wanted to make your parents mad, but you couldn't tell him that ... instead you felt he was confronting you about, to your guilty mind this almost felt like he was accusing you of something. You stopped walking and looked up at him.

"Que no puedo? Ademas tu sabes que eso No es cierto"(Can't I tell him that? Besides, you know that's not true)

"Eso es, ahi esta La cosa ... Que no lo Somos" (there is, that's the thing ... we're not dating)

Your brows furrowed together "No te preocupes, el rumor no correra ... Tus amigas no se van a enterar" (Don't worry about it, the rumor won't get out... your little girl friends won't find out)

He chuckled at your last comment "No, esque No es eso. Me estas usando?" (You see, it's not about that. Are you using me?)

His question felt like a slap to your face. You went speechless, if you said no ... would he be able to tell? Would he recognize your facial expressions as you lied to him? If you said yes ... would he be mad? Would he leave?

You furrowed your brows together again "De que me hablas?" (What're you talking about?)

"Un mes y/n, y en este mes ... me eres indiferente en momentos, me confundes. Te portas Cariñosa y luego de repente ... me empujas al lado" (Its been a month y/n, a month in the one ... you've been indifferent with me at times, you confuse me. You'll be loving one moment and the next, out of nowhere ... you push me away)

But you knew that, didn't you? You knew he'd eventually find out how you felt and you didn't care when this all began "Que tu no sepas reconocer cuando alguien-" (It's not my fault if you can't tell when someone-)

"Tu no me quieres, todo esto ... no es mas Que una face no es asi?" (You don't love me, all of this ... it's just a phase isn't it?)

A knot tied up in the pit of your stomach, he knew you better than you knew yourself. "Piensa lo que quieras, me da igual" (You're free to think whatever you'd like, I don't care) you threw the shaved ice cup to the concrete and brushed past him

•••••

You laid in bed with your stomach on the mattress, the comfort of your bed sheets surrounded you ... it was 12 pm and you still couldn't get out of bed, you had no energy and apparently ... no time, all night and morning the thought wouldn't let you sleep.

You were selfish ... you tried to prove a stupid point you admitted it but why was it stinging so much? Why did you want to run right back to Ramon?

No. It wasn't supposed to be. There you went again ... denying what you felt.

After showering and changing you rushed out of the home, the least you could do was apologize to Ramon for the way you'd treated him and for using him though you'd be lying if you were to say that was the only reason you'd be going over, you wanted to see him.

A long ride it was but finally, you arrived at the place, a large house with black roofing, black doors, and black window frames ... very much Ramon's style.

You made your way past the open gate and came up the front door steps finally knocking three times on the door before taking a couple of steps back while nervously fidgeting with your fingers.

The door soon opened up to reveal Ramon standing there, he had the remote control in one hand.

You immediately fixed your posture and looked up at him "Estas ocupado?" (Are you busy?) you asked out of curiosity while glancing past behind him to see if you caught sight of anyone else

Ramon eyed you from bottom to top in a quick moment before responding "Un poco, Que pasa?" (A little, what's wrong?)

His response made you wonder if he'd already forgotten all about you — it had only been two days ... whatever, you had to come clean to him anyways.

You looked down at your hands as your lips parted before you began speaking

"Tu tenías razón, todo lo hice con la estupida idea de molestar a mis Padres ... y me preguntaste Porque tu? Porque ... lo último Que ellos querrian ... es verme contigo" (You were right, everything I did ... I did it with the childish idea of pissing off my parents, you asked me why you? Because ... the last thing they'd ever want is to see me with someone like you) you paused afraid to continue speaking feeling your words break against your teeth "Pero también Porque ... te creí capaz de protejerme contra todos, incluyendo a mi papa y lo ultimo ... Porque me atraes, La forma en Que caminas, tu pelo ... tus ojos, tu Ropa ..." (But also because ... you're the only one who's truly capable of protecting me against everyone, including my dad and last but not least ... because I'm attracted to you, I like the way you walk ... your hair ... your eyes, the way you dress...)

Your confession came at the right moment and with the right words ... that's all he wanted and needed to hear.

"Te quiero" (I love you) he suddenly interrupted you stealing the words out of your mouth

You furrowed your brows together in slight confusion "Que?" (What?)

Without a warning, he stepped out of the home and took a couple of steps to approach you, took your face into his hands, and pressed his lips against your own.

You felt weakness in your knees and a tingling feeling rush down your body ... it was insane what he could make you feel.

You brought your hands to place a gentle grip on his wrists while your fingers lightly brushed over the cold material of his golden watch.

The kiss soon broke apart ... he leaned into your face and in the most tender way caressed his face against yours before leaving another gentle peck on your cheek.

You leaned into him bringing your arms to wrap around him while placing your fade into his shoulder breathing in the scent of his cologne ...

Ramon broke the momentary silence "En serio te gusta mi ropa?" (You really like how I dress?) The question almost came out as a joke to you

You laughed softly before playfully smacking his chest out of embarrassment from remembering your own confession,

Ramon laughed with you then lightly pulled back to get a better look at your face "Quedate conmigo ... yo te Voy a cuidar" (stay with me, I'll take good care of you)

❥๑━━━━━━━━ END ━━━━━━━━━๑❥

Thank you sooo much for reading 🌷 I hope everyone enjoyed this one shot / short story !! Ps — much much love mis amores <3

#narcos mexico #narcos mx #ramon arellano felix #manuel masalva #narcos mexico one shot #narcos mexico fanfic #ramon arellano felix one shot #ramon arellano x reader #💌#narcos

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narcosmx · 10 months

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protective headcannons: ramon arellano felix

a/n: i posted a post for prompts and got my request!! and maybe i'm a little too excited

based on the prompt: you're worried about me sleeping with other women? I don't want anyone else but you. That means I won't sleep with anyone else but you.

Your hand reaches over, eyes still heavy with sleep, and all you feel is the cool feeling of the untouched sheets on his side of the bed. Again. This hopeless feeling overtakes your sleepiness as you sit up enough to look around the room. Instead of being met with the view of your husband, you were met with your clock blinking some ungodly hour back at you. He hadn't called, like he used to when you first got married, let alone have gotten home. You'd be surprised if he made it home before day break. There is only so many times that you can reason your way out of the sinking feeling that overtakes you. You can only hold back tears so many times before letting your worst thoughts come to the forefront. You weren't stupid, you knew about how men treated women in the business. You'd seen the other wives bite their tongues knowing that their husbands had a girl in every other city they went to. But, Ramon was different or at least he was supposed to be. That's what he had promised, that things would be different but as you sat in that dark room alone you had trouble believing that. Before you curl into the fetal position you found yourself in more than often these days, you were startled the the sound of the front door opening and drunk lumbering towards the bedroom. Most times, you tried to feign sleep when he came home like this if anything to avoid the conversation that was fresh in your mind. But this time, you didn't. You stayed in your sport staring at the door as it opened slowly, Ramon still sober enough to have the mind to try to close the door quietly. Leaning over to turn on the light, you see him startle before he looks over at you with a weak smile. "Corazon" he murmurs "what are you doing up so late?" "Wondering where my husband was" you respond in a flat tone, not quite matching the affection he had dripping from his. "Pues, aqui estoy, princes" "How many are there, hm?" you interrupt, the words just falling our of your mouth. "What" Ramon asks in genuine confusion as he sits at the edge of the bed, reaching towards you with no response. "How many other women are there, Ramon? I'm not stupid, you're never hom..." "You're worried about me sleeping with other women" Ramon nearly scoffs wanting to laugh it off at first but then sees the pleading look in your eyes before reaching to grab your chin and force you to look up at him. "I don't want anyone else but you" Ramon states in a stern tone but you can see his heart breaking through the look in his eyes "That means I won't sleep with anyone else, mi reina, I don't see anyone else. I can't bring myself to think of anyone else. Eres mi corazon entero, eres mi vida and I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel like you weren't." Each word he was saying was punctuated with a kiss traveling up from your hand, up your arm and to your cheek before placing his head gently against yours.

#ramon arellano felix x reader #ramon arellano felix #narcos mexico headcannons #narcos mexico #narcos mexico imagines

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helpyourself-9 · 1 month

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Yandere Benjamín Arellano Félix Headcanons (Romantic)

“🔫- nini: Hi guys, I don’t really see many people writing for the hot men in this show and it breaks my heart, so I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands.

“tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, guns, and mentions of murder.

“🔫pairing: yandere!benjamin arellano felix x fem!reader

You and Benjamin have known each other pretty much your guys entire life, growing up with each other and being there for each other through thick and thin.

How can Benjamin not fall in love with you, the person who has been by his and his family side when things get hard but you’ve also been there for all the good times and you just adore and love these people you call family.

With that it comes to show how much you mean to Benjamin, to him you and his family are the only light in his dark world.

When Benjamin realizes his obsession for you which not surprisingly takes a while for him to realize because of how busy he is with the business.

He just has to ask you out that second he just can’t stand not having you to him self any longer.

Imagine the reactions of the Arellano family when they find out that Benjamin FINALLY asked you out.

I can imagine Ramon hitting Benjamin on his shoulder with a big ass smile and telling him “por fin wey”

They truly can not be happier for Benjamin, in their eyes you are the perfect person for him

With that being said Benjamin would be so overprotective when it comes to his amor :(

He has a lot of enemies but he and his family run Tijuana so nothing gets done without him and his family knowing

Back to the him having alot of enemies with him knowing that it makes him paranoid as hell, knowing that you can get hurt or get stolen away from him makes him almost go insane

God help anyone that even says or tries and do something to you, him and his family would go to war for you because they see how much Benjamin loves you :( and they love you too

He’s a family man and he wants to make you his wife as fast as possible but if you want to wait for a bit then he’ll wait for you

Imagine y’all’s wedding 🥹 I’m getting soft just the looks of pure love that he’s giving you

Him telling you “te amo” every second in a soft voice and just being in awe for how beautiful you look

Once everyone knows that you’re his wife he’ll get even more protective of you like he’ll have his most trusted and loyal guards surrounding you always

Also please tell him if your going out he doesn’t have to happy on where your going he just has to know where you are 24/7

Makes him have some sense of control and balance in his chaotic world you’re his mujer, the future mother of his children he needs you to be safe

#narcos mexico #narcos #narcos mx #narcos mexico x reader #narcos mexico imagine #yandare

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thesolotomyhan · 2 years

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

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

mayo: wedding :)

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

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

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

amado: baile/jaripeo

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

ramon:

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

benjamin:

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

kitty:

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

barron: (***nsfw)

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

arturo: (***nsfw)

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

güero:

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

miguel angel:

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

enedina:

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

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mmasalva · 1 year

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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Thank you for the idea @headinthecloudssblog

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy. I do not speak Spanish nor I am going to try too. I have no urge to try and butcher another language

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Warnings: Some swearing. Shooting. The Christine Shootout. Blood. Death.

Summary: f/Reader is the girlfriend Ramón & is tired of being locked away for her protection. She sneaks out to join the men for Benjamin's birthday at Christine.

YN's POV:

"Ramón isn't going to like this YN." Enedina said from her the bed as she watched me try to pick out an outfit for the club.

"Dina, since when do I listen to what your brother says?" I asked her with one eyebrow raised.

I could see her just shrug her shoulders at me and smile. "How else am I supposed to have any fun? Why can he go out to the Club but I have to stay here with you boring people?" I teased.

A playful gasp left her lips and I felt the pillow hit the back of my head.

"I am not boring."

I turned around to look at her. "I know you aren't and neither is Ruth. I just am sick of being locked away."

Dina gave me a sad smile as she got off the bed and walked towards me. She placed her hands on my shoulders as I looked into her eyes.

"He is still going to kill you." I playfully shoved her away and walked out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bedroom Ramón and I are staying in.

I can hear her laughter as I closed the door, shaking my head the whole time at the woman.

I wish more people got to see this side of Enedina. Relaxed, in a good mood. Not caring about anything, but I get why she has to show her other side.

If she didn't, she would be walked all over by the men who are not part of her family. Not part of her inner circle.

I knew I had to wait for the right moment to sneak out the back door. I knew Andres would be going around the corner to have a smoke.

Benjamín has a strict policy about the men not leaving their posts but Andres always needs to step away to smoke.

Just like clockwork, he looked around to see if anyone would notice him step away and as he rounded the corner, I sprinted out the backdoor with my heels in my hand, and took a hard left to get to the little gate that is broken, and only opens half way.

I had a very small window before Luis would come around the corner to bitch at Andres about leaving his post.

I was able to just slip through the broken gate as I heard Luis yell at Andres. Yes, everything is coming along according to plan.

I walked down the street and met the taxi that I called from the house. I gave them a fake name as I didn't want to the cab driver to get in trouble, just in case this went south.

"Juanita?" He asked me. "Yes. Thank you." I said as I slipped into the back of the cab. I gave him the address and he knew exactly where he was going.

I knew Ramón will be angry at me for leaving the safety of his family, but he wouldn't be able to stay angry at me for long. He never can.

It was easy to spot him and his men. It was like all the energy in the room was drawn to them. Men and Women alike were looking at the dangerous men, either in fear, envy or both.

Most likely both. They wanted what they had. The money, the houses, the cars, the boats, the women and men. They wanted it but they could not do what they do.

These people didn't have the guts to do it. To risk not only their lives but the people who they love.

I got so lost in my own train of thoughts that I didn't see the man come up behind me, but I sure as hell felt a hand being placed on my shoulder.

I turned to look at the man, ready to punch them in the face for touching me when I saw it was Barron.

If he was standing there, then I knew Ramón must know I am there. I looked to the second floor and I could see him looking at me.

I didn't have to be close to him to know that he was extremely angry with me. I could tell with the way he is looking at me. How he is gripping the railing.

"How mad is he?" I asked Barron as he offered his hand to me, so I could get off of the very high bar stool.

"I can't say but from how hard he is staring you down, I would say a lot."

I cursed under my breath, but I also hid the smile that was threatening to show. When Ramón is this angry, well let me just say I will be walking funny tomorrow.

Ramón Arellano Félix's POV:

I should of known that YN would of shown up here. When I told her what the plans were for after Benjamín birthday dinner, and that it was only guys going.

She didn't argue. She didn't get upset or pout like she would of usually done. All she told me was to have fun and stay safe with a gentle kiss that had me wanting to deepen the it even more, but she just pulled back.

But as I was looking down at the dance floor, trying to decide if I wanted to head outside for some fresh air, I spotted her.

Walking towards the bar. Hair done, makeup was probably perfect. Wearing a short, purple dress with a pair of heels on.

I could see the men looking her up and down, wondering if they have a shot with her, but she paid them no mind.

She sat on the bar stool, with some difficulty as they were far too high for her and waited to place her drink order

I watched as the man behind the bar came running over to her. He smiled at her and knowing my girl, she smiled back. A few moments later, he walked away to get her drink.

"Barron, go and get her." He looked at me slightly confused and then he looked to where I was looking.

"Yes Boss."

It didn't take him long to get down to her. He pushed his way through the crowd. I could see them talking and she looked right up at me as he offered her his hand to help her down.

My attention was pulled away by Claudio calling my name. I knew YN was in good hands with Barron.

That was until I heard the gun shots and the screams as my family and I ran for our lives. Being hunted down by Chapo and his men.

I kept looking back to see if YN was there by some miracle, but she wasn't. Every time I shot my gun, I was nervous about YN someway, somehow stepping in front of it.

YN's POV:

Barron slowed his walking until he came to a complete stop. He was looking at the cops that have just randomly showed up.

"Take your heels off and get down low." I didn't question why. I kneeled down and undid the little buckles.

I didn't have time to even blink it felt like as I saw Barron start shooting. He gripped my arm and we started to move.

He kept me behind him as we walked up the stairs. My hands gripping the back of his shirt.

We got to the top and he pushed me down as he hid behind a column, all the while still shooting.

"On my call, run YN." A few more shots and he yelled go. I stayed low as I ran. Barron was right behind me, still shooting.

But as we were rounding a corner, I felt a searing pain in my left shoulder. I cried out in pain, as I knew what happened, but I didn't have time to think about the fact that I have just been shot.

I could hear Benjamín voice from above and saw the men come rushing down the stairs. Barron opening the door for them to get through.

I saw Ramón and could of cried at seeing him okay, but he was focusing on all the chaos around us, but he gripped my right hand in his as we ran.

I looked back and saw Barron hiding behind the closed part of the door. Then I felt extreme pain on the right side of my neck.

I let go of Ramón's hand as we ran and placed my hand over the spot that hurt. I looked down and saw my hand covered in my blood.

I didn't have time to say anything, as we had to get to safety. Ramón was doing his best to cover me from the bullets as he was running and shooting.

But then we heard it. One of the men got hit and I heard Ramón calling out Claudio's name. I knew he was dead and my heart broke for Dina.

We got into the kitchen and we all dived to the floor. That is when Ramón noticed me. "YN, my love. You're okay. You're okay. I promise." He said as he cupped my face gently in his hands.

The sound of his voice had me worried. I have never seen him this scared. "Ramón, I'm cold."

"Here you go baby. Take my shirt. Just stay awake. Keep talking for me." He didn't have time to give me his shirt.

The door swung open and in came Barron, who shot out the window. The last thing I remember was Benjamín and Ramón calling my name.

Ramón Arellano Félix's POV:

I could of thrown up when I saw YN covered in her own blood. She was shaking slightly, from either the blood loss or with everything going on, I have no idea.

"YN, my love. You're okay. You're okay. I promise." I said to her, knowing I sounded scared as I cupped her face in my hands.

"Ramón, I'm cold."

I offered her my shirt but Barron came in and got us out of there by shooting out a window.

I climbed through the window first and Benjamín was helping YN to climb through it from inside.

But I cried out her name as she blacked out, as did my brother. I picked her up in my arms as we got to the cars and drove away.

I had tears in my eyes but they didn't fall as the anger took over. "I need to get her to the hospital." I told Benjamín.

"Yes, I will call Ruth and tell her to pack up and warn the others."

By the time we got to the hospital, the Doctor told me that YN has lost too much blood.

"Either save her life or yours will end." I had my gun against his forehead. He called out to get the Operating Room ready to go.

I kept a few men there as I went with my brother to get our family.

Seeing my sister in pain over the loss of her husband hurt me, but then she asked about YN.

"Where is YN?" She looked around for my love.

"At the hospital, she...she was shot."

"Oh Ramón." Dina went to hug me, but I pulled away.

"I told you to keep her safe. I told you to keep an eye on her." I all but growled at my grieving sister.

"Do not blame me Ramón. Maybe if you didn't keep her locked away."

"For her own protection and look what fucking happened." The two of us were now in one another's faces.

"Enough. This isn't the time." Benjamín cut in.

"Once we are safe, we will send for YN and have her come. We will hire around the clock care for her." I said to them.

"Of course Ramón." My brother said to me. Dina was glaring out the window as we drove.

YN barely pulled though, but she did. When I told the hospital staff she was coming with me, only one brave person said she shouldn't be moved.

"Then no one else gets care. No one is allowed in this hospital until she is awake and better." I said to them in a dangerous voice.

"Now, get her ready to go. Get her in an ambulance and my men will take it from there. We already have a Doctor waiting with a nurse. Now. Get. Fucking. Moving."

No one moved. They just looked at one another. That was until Kitty stepped forward. "He said fucking move. Now." And held up his gun.

We watched as they got YN ready to go and in the ambulance in under half an hour. I stayed in the back the whole ride to our safe house.

Never once letting go of her hand. Randomly kissing her head. Praying and hoping she would wake up.

Enedina took over YN's care when I wasn't there. YN has been drifting in and out of sleep. At first I was scared that she was going to die, but the Doctor said that is her body letting her heal.

Chapo and his men are on the run. We were always so close but yet so far. We burned every single hideout he had.

We killed every man we came across that had helped in hiding him. Every single day that YN wasn't awake, I became more and more thirsty for his blood.

I wanted his head on a spike. I wanted to burn him alive and watch him suffer, but the bastard was always one step ahead of me.

I was just about to head out, trying to find Chapo again when Dina was calling my name.

"Ramón. Ramón come quick." I already knew she was in YN's room. The door was left open and I could see YN sitting up in bed, against the headboard with a shit ton of pillows supporting her.

"Ramón." YN said softly and gave me a small smile. I walked quickly over to her and kissed her, deeply.

I heard Dina leave the room, instructing the others to leave as well. To give us some privacy.

The tears were flowing freely now. "No need to cry my love." YN said as wiped away my tears.

I gave her a watery smile. "I thought I lost you. You lost so much blood."

"Well, I am still here."

"Yes you are." I gave her another kiss.

"You are never leaving this house again." I said to her as she rolled her eyes at me.

"And when you are better, I still have to punish you for sneaking out that night." I smirked to myself as I saw her shiver slightly at the threat.

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tw: kidnapping,violence,swearing

you adjusted your lacy white dress as you skipped through the line at Roxanne with your friends. the guard stopped you but you just whispered your last name in his ear. immediately letting you and your friends in,you were met with loud blaring music and flashing lights in every color. some people were dancing,coked out,some were drinking while some were just trying to score dates.

being the daughter of a governor meant you were treated like a princess. you could get in anywhere by just saying who you were. you could get anything you want. the most expensive clothes and trips to europe.

your parents were still a little strict though. afraid that someone might hurt you because of your status. still you were in the middle of the Mexican drug wars,where a lot of politicians were involved. your dad was on payroll by the arellano felix family,who were heavily involved in drug trafficking and of course,the drug wars.

as you were walking to the VIP section,your white dress in the dark club lights caught ramóns eyes. you looked out of place,you looked like an angel with your hair down and wild and minimal makeup. the dress was short,exposing your beautiful legs to the world. and to ramón.

he watched you climb up the stairs with your friends and take a seat at a booth. ”who is that?” ramón immediately turns to romeo to ask him. romeo responds,”oh that? that’s the princess of tijuana,the governors daughter” as he takes another shot of tequila. ramón just nodded and sat back,thinking of how he should approach you.

you were oblivious to ramóns gaze as you and your friends were indulging in a few cocktails. a few guys came to hit on you. who could blame them,you were gorgeous. but you politely turned them down. contrary to popular belief,you weren’t into the dating and hook up life.

you had a few boyfriends here and there,but you reserved yourself for now. you wanted to find the one,the one who would understand and wouldn’t treat you any different. you were more interested in having fun with your friends anyway.

“do you think I should approach her?” ramón turned to romeo again. romeo looked at him and laughed in his face. ”of course,why are you scared to ask her for a dance? no girl has ever turned you down” he responds and ramón just hits him on the shoulder for laughing at him. ”if she turns you down you can always threaten her,isn’t her dad on your payroll anyway?” ramón didn’t respond to that as he stood up and made his way to you.

you spotted a guy with wavy hair,wearing a blue suit coming your way. adjusting yourself in your seat,you prepared to reject yet another guy who would probably ask you if you can dance together. ”hey beautiful” he said as he sat down beside you and put his arm over you. weird,most of the guys would just stand over you and and stumble over their words,too shy to actually ask you for what they want.

however this guy,he was confident in his approach. and he was handsome,very handsome. his white shirt was unbuttoned showcasing his few gold chains laying on his chest,and on his fingers were a few gold rings.

”hi” you responded shyly,looking at the ground. whenever you were met with a guy who you actually found attractive,you became extremely shy and insecure. ”what’s your name?” the guy asked snapping you back into reality. you gained the courage to look into his eyes,”y/n l/n,what about you,what’s your name?” you responded. he smiled showing his pearly whites,”I’m ramón,ramón arellano felix”.

holy shit. this was the ramón arellano felix. you heard a lot about him from people from your college and your friends. he was very popular among people your age. you heard about him throwing the best after parties in his mansion and his expensive cars and jewelry. and also stories about his crazy outbursts where he allegedly has killed people.

after his introduction,you had to admit,you felt a bit intimidated,scared even. after all he was a dangerous person,who was in the most powerful drug cartel in Mexico. ”hey are you ok?” he was waving his hand in your face,trying to get your attention. ”yes,yes i’m ok” you smiled at him so he wouldn’t think anything about you spacing out for a while. ”you realized who I am,and I instantly became hotter,is that why you spaced out,to compose yourself ey?” he smiled,showing a genuine smile. he was obviously teasing you,maybe this was his way of flirting.

you rolled your eyes playfully and pushed him a little,laughing as well. ”well,do you want to dance?” he asked,putting his hand on your thigh. this made you uncomfortable as you didn’t like this type of closeness with someone you just met. ”maybe I can take you to my place afterwards hm?” ramón said,leaning close to your face and looking in your eyes. you pushed his hand off your thigh,”sorry,I’m not really interested”.

ramóns smile fell. never in his life has a girl rejected him. he could feel rage building up inside him. but instead of acting out on it he just stood up and went back to his booth where the other narco juniors were. ”spoiled bitch” he mumbled to himself as he took a seat and poured himself a glass of champagne.

”ay ramón what happened with the girl you were talking to?” alfredo asked him,with a small smirk. ”turns out she’s a bitch” he responded,not wanting to talk about this as he heard arturo laughing at him. ”she rejected you? wow she really does think she’s a princess huh?” arturo turned to romeo when saying this,romeo nodding his head and laughing in agreement.

the night went by,with ramón drinking excessively as he watched you have fun. he dwelled in himself. how could you reject him? he was drunk out of his mind as he stood up and went to overlook the club when he crashed with a guy,making him spill his drink on his brand new expensive white jordans.

enraged,he called the other narco juniors who began beating the guy in the middle of the club. everyone in the VIP section watched as the scene unfolded. ”ramón arellano truly is crazy” one of your friends said in disbelief and you could hear ramón yelling at his friends to beat up the guy. for a quick moment,he looked up,and his big brown eyes caught yours. he smiled at you and then ordered for the guy to be taken away.

you were frozen in place. everything about the incident was violent and unnecessary,making you glad that you rejected ramón. but something about him was intriguing,and you had this feeling of curiosity in your chest. you wanted to know more about ramón arellano felix,but you pushed that feeling aside as you and your friends got ready to head home.

a few weeks have passed since your first encounter with ramón arellano félix. you didn’t think a lot about him,but every now and then,he would pop up in your mind and you wondered what would’ve happened if you didn’t reject him. you told your friend about it and at first she harassed you,telling you you should’ve gone since at least you would’ve gotten laid finally. at that you rolled your eyes of course,but afterwards she just told you you wouldn’t have been thinking about him this much if you weren’t at least a little bit interested.

that kept you thinking even more. right now,you were getting ready for some event which your parents had begged you to come since they wanted the whole family there. after a lot of fights you finally agreed and here you were,picking out which jewelry to wear. pearls for tonight. you chose a flowy light pink dress that was elegant yet still comfortable.

as you arrived at the event,your parents took their time greeting people as you got to your table. you were already bored. this was for politicians and powerful people? what were you doing here? it was an important event for your parents,but still. you fake smiled at everyone,not wanting your grumpy interior to show.

as you observed everyone there,you saw a seemingly short man with slicked hair and a suit entering,and behind him a tall man with wavy hair. you froze. it was ramón. the arellano félix family had arrived at this very important event. of course ramón would be here. you felt panic rising in your chest. after your first encounter you were afraid of what he thought of you. you tried to be as nice as possible with rejecting him,but he seemed pretty angry.

the short man came to greet your parents and just nodded his head. you assumed that was probably beenjamin arellano félix,ramóns brother. ramón went around,confident,greeting people,smiling ear to ear. he locked eyes with you many times during this. like he was teasing you.you kept your eyes on him not looking away.

“the arellanos give me the ick” “yeah but they pay us good money” you overheard your parents talking. it’s true your parents didn’t like the arellanos,mainly for the terror they caused in the city of tijuana,but they cared more about the money,so they put up with it. there was live music,drinks and dancing but you still were bored out of your mind. every now and then your eyes would wander to ramóns,who was always looking at you whenever you looked up.

suddenly,he stood up and started making his way to your table. oh shit. was he going to make a scene? in front of your parents? he was wearing a similar blue suit as the first night you met,just more elegant. “would you like to dance?” he extended his hand,waiting for yours. you turned to your mother,who was scowling. ”y/n baby come to the restroom with me” she stood up took your hand and forcibly dragged you to the restroom. you kept looking back to see ramón who looked like he wanted to kill everyone in the room.

he went back to his table,seething. dina and benjamin could sense he was angry. “món,what’s wrong?” benjamin asked him,worried he might make a scene. ”nothing” he just mumbled,not wanting to look his brother in the eyes. ”why don’t you head outside by the pool to cool off?” dina suggested,to which Món didn’t respond and just stood up heading outside.

you managed to get away from your mother,who was asking you questions as to why ramón arellano felix asked you to dance. then she lectured you since he was a dangerous person and all of that. you just stood quietly and nodded your head,not wanting to deal with this right now. after that you headed outside to the pool to catch some air.

when you got there,the area was dimly lit with yellow lights and a turquoise color was coming from the pool creating an atmosphere.You didn’t expect to see ramón leaning on one of the poles,smoking a cigarette. you hesitated on approaching him,but decided to do it anyway.

he looked at you with a scowl on his face. he was still very handsome,even when he was angry. “hi” you said,smiling up at him,trying to ease the tension. he just tossed the cigarette and kept looking at you. ”i’m sorry about my mom” he still didn’t respond. after a while of having a staring competition with him,you sighed and was ready to leave.

but as you started walking,you felt a strong grip on your fore arm. món forcibly turned you around grabbed your face. pulling you close to him,the kiss was rough and desperate. his hands gripped your face with intensity,and your hand went to his to try to get it off. then his hand went down to grip your waist,while the other was at the back of your neck. the kiss was sweet,you thought. he started kissing your jaw and going down to your neck.

“if you reject me one more time i might have to kidnap you” he said,in between kisses. you just giggled at his dramatic words. he backed you against the pole and continued to work his way from your jaw to your neck. “and i’ll have you all to myself” as he said this his lips met yours again,putting your hands in his hair to take in the sweetness and intensity of the moment.

“you’re so beautiful” he kept giving you compliments as he attacked your face,jaw and neck with rough kisses. his hand that was resting on your waist,went to grip your breasts. you moaned at this action,which made him get even more rough. “don’t do that” he said with a stern voice. he took his time with kissing your neck,you could already feel a hickey forming.

you just realized how risky this situation is. as you were at a fancy event with a lot of politicians which included your parents. anyone could walk in and that would be it,you were dead. “ramón - stop” you tried to get him off but he wouldn’t budge. “ramón!” this time your tone was more strict and he stopped,looking down at you.

“i have to get back,this is risky” he sighed as the words left your mouth. “when can i see you again?” you could hear the desperation in his voice,which made you giggle inside but you composed yourself. you smoothed out your pink dress and shrugged your shoulders,”i don’t know”. after staring at each other you went back in.

after the heated makeout session with ramón,you thought about him frequently. you spent most of your time thinking about him. you knew if your parents found out that you had feelings for him they would forbid you from ever going out. over the next weeks you and ramón briefly saw each other. some days he would just park right in front of your college and whenever you exited the place he would come up to you and kiss you on the lips.

you pushed him back since you didn’t want the word getting around. this happened multiple times. ramón would try to kiss you or ask you to take you out and you would just shrug him off. this was getting on his nerves. he just wanted you,wanted you to be his yet you were giving him mixed signals. he knew you were scared because of your parents and what other people would think.

it was your last class of the day and you were patiently waiting for it to end. as the professor was teaching his lecture and a few students were taking notes,a few men dressed in all black and wearing balaclavas broke down the door of the classroom,guns in their hands. one started shooting in the air and everyone quickly ducked under their desk. your heart started beating fast. one of the guys pointed a gun your professor,while the others started yelling something you couldn’t make out.

one of them came up to you and pulled you up by your forearm. you tried to pull away but he just forcibly pulled you out of the classroom placing a gun to your temple. as you were walking down the halls,the guys were pointing their guns to everyone and yelling at them to back away and to not try anything.

everything happened so fast and now you were placed in the backseat of the car of the kidnappers. they quickly drove off,while you tried to calm down,not knowing exactly how to act. the guy beside you took off his balaclava. “hey” ramón was smirking as you experienced a hundred emotions at once. “ramón!” you hit him on his chest as hard as you could to get your frustration out.

he kissed you as hard as he could,missing your lips on his. you pulled away,“why did you do this !? you scared the shit out of me” you were angry,but also glad that it was just món messing with you. “remember how i told you if you kept rejecting me i might have to kidnap you?” of course you remembered that. you spent weeks wondering if he was serious or if he was just joking.

“i thought u were just messing with me” you said as you kissed him again,also missing him. “it was a promise,and i never break promises” he smiled between kisses. “what a gentleman” you giggled as you two continued your little make out session in the backseat. after a while he pulled away,looking at you,“you better like costa rica”.

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