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ethereal-am · 3 months

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¡ narcos mexico / griselda (rivi) content !

𝜗𝜚 kalila (lila) ⟡ she / her ⟡ mexicana ⟡ a twenty two year old sweet but sad daydreaming paradox ( i can’t tell if i’m rotting away 𓉸ྀི or a blooming flower ꫂ ၴႅၴ) i write and edit !

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tofuwildcard · 6 months

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Narcoctober 17 — Day of Rare Treasures

“I laughed and said, life is easy. What I meant was, life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again.”

Or, Marta deserved more screen time.

#narcoctober #narcos mexico #amado carrillo fuentes #narcos mx #marta x amado #marta linares #Idk man I am the biggest sucker for a couple where one person has to leave for long periods of time so this was good stuff.

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artemiseamoon · 7 months

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Preview: Late nights, early mornings

Javier Peña & Kami (ofc) | Kami x El Mayo

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Summary: Before flying out to see her lover in the morning, Kami shows up for her night shift to see the familiar face of another man she’s grown affection for over the last month.

Words: 1,868

Warnings: Pretty mild really. Drinking and smoking. Not the real people of course, and not glorying anything.

October prompts Day 2 “Porque No Los Dos?” Day| Crossover w/a character from each @narcosfandomdiscord (one pairing is platonic)

An: I don’t know enough Spanish yet to write it properly. So you can imagine it’s spoken between the characters. OC (Cameron aka ‘Kami’ ) is in her mid 30s. This is my first Mayo 🫢! season 3 Javi is 😍❤️! We may see them again this month for another prompt

Kami slipped behind the bar, giving her coworker a little wave as she focused on the man at the far left.

In his favorite seat, just like all the other times. Tie loose, the top two buttons of his shirt undone. That mop of dark hair in her eye line as he started down at his drink, like he was waiting for some kind of answer.

Kami helped another patron, giving out two beers before the man finally looked up.

“Hi.” Javier sat up, pulling his tie off completely. The heavy shadow over his face lifted a little.

“You were too busy using your drink like a magic 8 ball to see me,” she went over to him, “one of those days?”

Javier answered with a slight eyebrow raise and tilt of his head. Kami flashed that warm smile of hers then turned to make him a drink.

Javier watched her, that calming effect she has on him already working.

He finished the drink before him, making room for hers.

“It’s better when you make them.” He said as he picked it up and raised it in the air.

“Such a flirt,” she made herself a shot, then raised the glass to his, “to a better night.”

Javier made a face, like he was sure that wasn’t going to happen. It was a shitty day on top of a shitty week. All he had to look forward to was a hot sleepless night, then do it all again in the morning.

But he chose this.

He could have been on his father's ranch right now. Trying that normal life thing. But he was so damn restless, and he had unfinished business here. Javier still wasn’t sure if coming back was a stupid fucking idea or not.

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#Javier Peña #Ismael Zambada #narcoctober #Javier Peña & ofc #el mayo #narcos crossover #narcos mx #narcos og #el Mayo x ofc #el Mayo narcos mx

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proceduralpassion · 6 months

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Walls Closing In

Day 20 of Narcoctober- Create a fanwork about a character getting exactly what they need from someone unexpected

Character(s): Amado Carrillo Fuentes x Reader

CW: claustrophobia

WC: 552

A/N: A lil Amado ficlet, mwah bbs.

“You’re braver than you think.”

Your head snaps back, unaware that you were not alone as you looked out at the night sky on the balcony. Your stomach settles when you realize it’s your client, Amado. You turn back around and roll your eyes as you register his statement.

“It wasn’t bravery so much as it was either fight or flight.”

Amado shrugs as he joins your leaned figure on the railing, “And alas, you made the decision to take flight, even though you hate tunnels.”

It wasn’t so much as you hate tunnels so much as you hated the feeling of the walls closing in on you. Your claustrophobia was clinically dreadful and having to escape across the border through underground channels was one of your worst nightmares. You had found out only minutes before that there were feds on their way to one of Amado’s properties for a search and seizure. You couldn’t so much as defend your client if you were in jail yourself for being in that same location that was infested with contraband and illegal arms.

Amado and his entourage were self-assured in their decision to flee through the underground tunnels and though he probably would’ve dragged you down there had you resisted much more than you already had, those steps to escape were heavy like lead. You had vertigo about as soon as you had entered the tunnel and found yourself barely breathing and drenched in sweat by the time you came up for air.

Now, you found yourself on another one of the man’s probably dozen properties enjoying the liberty that came with free air and no walls.

“I’m sorry I put you in this position.”

It’s probably the first time in a long time he’s ever expressed regret and definitely the first time he’s ever apologized to you. Your client-attorney privilege was usually cold and emotionless. Amado declared orders and sniped his irritation without an ounce of decorum. You, giving as good as you got, made snide remarks and regularly insinuated that he was not a smart person. Your entire career consisted of dealing with professional criminals and it was the same with your life even before that due to being raised by a money launderer and conwoman. It gave you a fearless disposition when working with such dangerous men, something Amado found amusing given how scared you were of small spaces.

Still, his apology is sincere and you take it as it is instead of throwing back a snarky response.

You don’t say “it’s fine,” because it’s not, but you nod at his earnestness.

A beat passes and he speaks again, “I had someone bring clothes and necessities to your guest room. We’ll probably need to lay low for a few days. And you’re to let someone know if you need anything that’s not already available in the house.”

He walks away, heading back into the main room of the property. His last words to you before closing the sliding doors is “good night.”

Before he had walked out here, you had relegated yourself to sleeping out here on the balcony, too pinned up to want to sleep in the confines of four walls. Alas, there's something in the mix of his sincere words and emotionless orders that's hauling your tired body inside.

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#narcos mx #narcos #amado carrillo fuentes #narcoctober #amado carrillo fuentes x reader

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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.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st & 2nd gif @gangstababydoli, 3rd gif @nomoregoldfish

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."

#narcos mx #ramon narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico #narcos: mexico #ramon arellano félix x female reader #ramon arellano felix imagine #ramon narcos mexico #ramon arellano felix #ramón arellano félix #ramón felix fic #female reader #reader imagine #reader insert #narcos mexico x reader #narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico x you #narcos mexico x y/n #narcos mexico x female reader

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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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jojoqin · 1 year

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It fucks me up the fact that Narcos Mexico made an episode paying homage to The Godfather; referencing one of my hyperfixations. I’m deceased. Like the wedding? The dealing with shitty business partners before dinner? Diego Luna getting baptized as The Godfather through death and loyalty? The “bitch you thought” moments? And the fact that they referenced Al Pacino and gave Rafa his Scarface moment. And all of it color graded like the sunset just threw up onscreen. Magnificent. Iconic. Lives in my mind rent free.

#I was like ‘hold up. this shit is familiar’. as if I couldn’t love this show even more #Rafa imitating Scarface because he just wanted to be a badass is just *chefs kiss*#narcos mexico #narcos mx #The Godfather #rafa quintero #tenoch huerta #diego luna

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tofuwildcard · 7 months

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Narcoctober Day 5 — Day of Visual Art

Have a glitchy Pachito.

#narcoctober #pacho herrera #narcos #narcos mexico #narcos mx #alberto ammann

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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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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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Words: 5,254

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

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

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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.”