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inkyycapp · 5 months

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| rayman, ramon & raymesis x reader.

| relationship hcs.

personal song of choice: in my room, by insane clown posse.

i've seen so many rayman edits to this song, it now has him written alll over it. fuuuuuuckkkkkkk. do i write smut? (probably). just take this for now.

| tw:: foul language, raymesis/j, my own hcs, self indulgence, (heavy?)angst, they're all struggling, this is not proof read.

[ a/n:: we need more rayman. i'm still new to writing fanfics(aside my horrid watpad {i forgot how to spell it} phase.) forgive my errors and i hopefully plan to write more of him. he haunts my nightmares(lovingly). i'm ill rn, and wrote most of this in a sleep deprived craze for more rayman. first time writing these characters-- forgive me. ]

(soh/game)rayman.

i feel like he'd be the type to randomly pinch you especially when he feels like he's being ignored, or when you're 'busy'.

he always does it when you least expect it. sitting on the couch, scrolling on your phone/reading a book? pinch. getting something to drink? pinch. stargazing? pinch.

loves the little reactions he gets from you. giggles over it. i bet he kicks his feet too.

definitely the type to swipe food from your plate when you're not looking, then gaslight you about it.

you're missing a potato wedge? nuh-uh. you're crazy. how dare you assume that your handsome, loving, amazing boyfriend would ever steal from you. the betrayal...(he did it.)

i like to think he enjoys hand kisses. random thought, but i dunno. i think he'd like to kiss your palms as a source of reassurance, and of course receiving the same affection back would probably give him a heart attack. in a good way of course.

or when you're a bit stressed in public and hold onto the back of his hoodie. like slightly holding onto the fabric where it's almost unnoticeable. probably the cutest thing you could ever do in his eyes. (that or giving him a lil kiss.)

silly things aside, he stuggles a lot. his failures that haunt him day in and out, he's scared to know how long it takes before he fails you too.

simple mistakes can lead to him getting stressed or overwhelmed as he doesn't leave any room for his 'failures', even with something so simple as accidentally knocking something over, breaking stuff, etc... he truly believes that you are one mistake away from leaving him.

he tries to be forgiving of all things with consideration of course, but often times it backfires. he has a naïve view that everyone can, and will change. he wants to believe that they will change for the better, even if the person chooses not to change, or to change for the worse. he blames himself when things go south because of that, he wants to give someone a second chance, but sometimes do they really deserve it? he tells himself he should know better by now, and it was all nothing but wishful thinking. very forgiving for others, but the rules don't apply to himself.

be patient with him, and reassure him whenever you get the chance. he really needs it.

his sleep schedule is the most horrendous schedule you will have ever seen. it's teetering between a full on coma, or staying awake for days on end. he loves taking naps, but sometimes he just can't-- he has work to do. remind him breaks are necessary. force him to sleep when he needs it. for his naps(comas), i don't know. cry? if there's one thing that'll wake him up is the sound of you in distress.

rayman is a sucker for pet names. he will be a puddle of goo in you're hands.

you're in another room, and he's just lounging about. the next moment you're calling for him, needing his help with something? he's right there. like right behind you.

lives for simplicity. babe, baby, sweetheart, honey, hun/hon. consider whatever you need done. he's so whipped for you.

he's also pretty good with pda. again, the pinching. public, private, it doesn't matter. that cute little pout on you're face is something he'd kill for.

personally, i prefer the earlier games personality traits as opposed to (i believe)origins. i do enjoy the childish behavior, however i do believe his immaturity does have a limit. (living for soh!rayman.)

definitely the type to crack the funniest jokes at the worst times imaginable. it's his secret talent.

that, and hitting you with a one liner when you're both faced with a terrible situation. except that one liner is just so good-- you have to at least give him credit for that.

huge soft spot for sentimental gifts. always putting them somehwere safe, and when enough time passes, he likes to go over each and every one. reminiscing about all the little things.

raymesis.

[middle child energy.]

'a hot tempered psycho who's looking to destroy rayman's reputation'. not my words-- it's the wiki's.

with canonical anger issues under his belt(?), he's a bit more brash than the other two. when realizing he may like you, he may turn against you in almost violent ways. but, he hesistates everytime. always missing by a hair.

it takes him a while before he'd able to ever consider that maybe being vulnerable is okay-- just this once.

suprisingly a tad bit cautious of 'being nicer' to you, but he's trying his best.

raymesis is a thing-a-majig with a serious identity crisis.

i like to think that the some of the 4-5 vers. of the evil clones of rayman are just him having multiple 'phases'. it's fun to think of.

on a more serious note: he often feels like he's nothing but a lesser-- a shadow of the heroic rayman. maybe he looks up to him in a way, and finds jealousy in how he can just...keep going. how he's able to be so open, and forgive other so easily despite their past transgressions. he finds it unfair: why is it so difficult for him, but so easy for rayman. he's a clone of him, sure an evil clone, but a clone nonetheless. that's where the deep, dark spiral comes in.

linking to that he struggles to be nice, vulnerable, or open with you. he's supposed to be an evil clone of some heroic figure, and yet he's falling over himself because of you. in his own way, he gets extremely upset-- it pisses him off. he tries to be mean to you, but he can't bring himself to do so. he's supposed to be a 'bad person', but hurting you makes him seem like more of a monster than a villain.

this will all take time for him to process, the best thing you can do is be patient, listen to him rant, and just try and be there for him.

you have definitely mellowed him out, just a bit. he's still an asshole to rayman/j.

they're more like bickering siblings who never get along.

do not expect 'family(?)' dinners to go well.

i feel like mr.dark and the nymphs have serious beef with eachother. wwe smack downs every 'family(?)' dinner. always bet on the nymphs.

wouldn't it be cute for the nymphs to treat raymesis like their son too? just adopting him one day without him knowing? scolding him for lighting that one house down the street on fire?

raymesis doesn't like christmas trees.

there seems to be a reoccurring joke in the descriptions that claim raymesis is 'ugly' despite the fact he's a near clone of rayman. this always leaves him in a puddle of confusion with his confidence always shot. please tell him he's pretty once in a while-- he won't accept the compliment, but he'll think about it for days.

he's not used to praise, and can't take compliments. poor buddy.

he definitely bites. a lot.

of course he's a little more careful with you, he still bites now and again. i feel like he's an agressive lover. wanting to squeeze the life out of things he finds 'cute' without ever admitting it.

he has a purple tongue. that's kinda cool. i like to think he probably has a tongue piercing too? i feel like he's the type.

definitely plenty of pent up feelings that he has a hard time expressing.

but pda? oh yeah. lives for it. his hands always has to be on you in one way or another. get's all agitated, and sulks when you pull you're hand away from his to pick something up, or to rummage through your bag. how dare you-- you owe a huge apology.

pet names; babe/baby, sweetheart, creature, mine, stupid/idiot(lovingly). he's very silly with these.

he has a hard time believing you'd ever choose him compared to the hero, rayman. with time maybe he'll learn you love him, and choose him because he's your first choice.

(superiority complex.)

he may not be the best person, but he's at least willing to learn to be better in his own way.

ramon.

can we all agree on the amount of trust issues this man has right about now? good.

after the betrayal with eden whether you've been in his life for years or not, he finds it hard to put everything out in front. it'll take him some time to rebuild trust after what eden did. and no, him needing to rebuild the trust has nothing to do with you! (i mean that in a good way.) you did nothing wrong(unless you did) in his eyes but, he used to believe eden was his everything. and with that, eden took everything. he worries that with time they'll take you too.

give him reassurance, quality time, the whole mile. remind him you're not going anywhere.

while cuddling in bed(couch, etc) probably the type to refuse to let you go to the bathroom because he doesn't want to let you go.

honestly, very romantic.

he loves fruit, and chocolate covered fruit too.

will buy you some, but steals a few pieces when you're not looking. he's sneaky like that.

also known that he likes sushi, but i feel like he probably has beef with the conveyer belt things. probably a bad experience, or he's mad at it for no reason.

i think he likes habatchi. it's very entertaining.

he's the type to tell the most outrageous stories out of the blue. he's the absolute king of 'i used to know a friend'.

probably kept up with everyone's drama as the news host. stays awake at night thinking about it sometimes.

y'know when someone tells you a joke and you don't get it at first? this is him figuring out what they meant at like 2:30 am.

another terrible sleep schedule. like absolutely horrendous.

he probably has nightmares about his time as a news host. thinking of the lies he used to spread. how much each one impacted someone elses life.

wakes up in a cold sweat. ends up focusing on you're calm breathing, and tries to match it. eventually falls asleep, not before firmly pulling you close to him. even when you wake up, you'll never escape his grasp.

on an alternative route, if you did wake up, he's extremely apologetic. tries to usher you back to sleep. now you're both awake munching on some food watching some shitty trash tv, criticizing why she choose james over percy.

he's not keen on pda. he worries for you're life. it's already a risk for you to be with him-- what if eden sees?

pet names too, but more casual with them behind closed doors. definitely married-couple-core. sweetheart, brat when he's being a pain, or play fighting. hon/hun, baby when he's literally attached to you're hip.

has frequent chronic migraine. enjoys just burying his face into you're stomache and just laying there while you're doing whatever your doing. like a cat.

enjoys the comfortable silence between you two, but small conversation is just as nice.

has guns. you broke a lamp. doesn't let you touch no more./j

he actually prefers you have a gun on your person at all times, even in the comfort of home. you'll never know what could happen when you can't protect yourself.

| the end.

[a/n: sorry it's a little short, but this is my first time writing for these three. addiction is strong, don't do rayman kids.]

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kaylas-world-0 · 6 months

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HERE YOU GUYS CAN HAVE THIS 200 FOLLOWERS SPECIAL LIKE I PROMISED! It’s too short for my liking but yeahhh… And I may not have finished the ending. I leave it to you my dear readers how it ends~

A/N: You can think of this as an AU, not from the series.

Pairs: (I never mentioned much but you can think this story as) Bullfrog x Reader x Ramon

1K words

I’m not giving you guys any summery but warnings instead to make it a bit more mysterious here: Huge angst, blood, dead bodies, death, description of dying, etc.

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

You had cleared out everyone in this section of the secret unit, a small mistake had gotten you noticed, there was nothing else to do, thankfully you both were successful nevertheless. “I guess we can finally move on, huh?” You panted and sighed in relief. Ramon nodded in agreement, "Let's go get the documents and get the fuck out of here." You laughed tiredly at this, “Yes, I'm dying to get home. This job was one of a hell, the most tiring and annoying thing I've ever participated in. I wonder what Bullfrog is doing on his side?” Your eyes spotted a movement among the bloody bodies, a wounded guard raising his gun and aiming at Ramon about to shoot, your eyes widened in fear, he was supposed to be dead.

You gasped, “Ramon watch out!” Realizing the danger, you acted without thinking and pushed Ramon out of the man’s sight. A huge bullet explosion echoed through the building, you couldn’t make a sound or had any control over your weak limbs, your eyes blurred in pain, it all followed by the sound of your name being shouted and more bullets. You found yourself on the ground, all you knew was that it hurt so much and that you were having trouble breathing. When Ramon turned you towards him you saw the pain in his face. You choked, “R-Ramon—“ you could taste the blood in your mouth.

“It’s okay, It’s okay, I got you. Y-You’ll be fine!” That was a big lie, you could see it in his teary eyes. He saw the hole on your back, the bullet pierced through your back, reached to your lungs and then came out from your chest. He used pressure on your chest and kept repeating the same things, “You’ll be okay. I promise.” Your breathing was quick and sharp, your chest hurted a lot, you weren't able to get enough air into your system. “Ramon—“ You gasped, “I-I don’t want to die.” You choked out, your tears streaming down from your cheeks as you gripped his hand in your panic. Ramon shook his head quickly, “I won’t let you die I promise!” You both knew there wasn’t a way out for you this time. Even knowing this he continues lying for you and you continue believing in him. Your breathing become shallow and it was more and more difficult for you to properly have fresh air, you were suffocating. And when you come to the point of barely breathing, you squeezed his hand with the last strength you had. “Ramon I—“ He stared at you, waiting for a continue, wanting to hear what you need to say but you said nothing else, he saw the last breath leaving your lips, saw the lively glint in your eyes vanishing, felt your hand going limp, you laid motionless on the ground, your blood covering the grounds, your blood on his hands, the metallic smell all around him. He wanted to protest, yell, make chaos out of this unfair station but… he only sat there and stared at his hands, silent tears leaving him.

Bullfrog spun around, restless. He was getting more worried that they were not showing up. This shouldn’t have taken this much of their time… right? He halted to a stop. His lips curving into a smile when he spotted Ramon. He sprinted at him but slowly came down to a stop, his smile quickly vanishing. His eyes quickly searched around, he turned and looked… but there was no trace of you anywhere.

He holds himself back, his hands clenching. He cleared his throat to inform Ramon that he was there. Ramon only stopped, didn’t lift his head, didn’t look at him, didn’t even give him a little glance. This made him panic even more. He tried to calm his restless mind as he opened his mouth, “Ramon… Where…?” He stopped himself when Ramon finally looked at him, he felt something died in his chest when he saw his expression. A choked sob escaped his throat, his hands shaking. He somehow knew it even before he showed up, he was praying to everything that this is just him being just worried.

“Ramon…” He started again, “Where are they?” He whispered, this time trying to be a bit more brave. Ramon shakily stepped back and glanced at where he came from. He didn’t even pick up the documents. It didn’t meant anything anymore. He just left… after killing everyone in it.

Bullfrog glanced at where he was looking at but they were too far away to even see the facility, but he knew what that meant, his eyes widened and without a second thought, he was gone, sprinting towards the same direction he come from. Ramon clenched his hands, looking after him. He didn’t want to go back but he couldn't bear the thought of losing someone again, so he quickly went after him. Nothing left from that place but ruins.

Bullfrog grunted in tears as he lifted a heavy stone and threw it aside, and frantically continued digging through the concrete pieces, his hands bleeding from all that excavation. Ramon didn’t look nor dared to help him out in his desperation. He already knew what was under it. But he was also confused about something, it's been hours since...

“Merde.” He hissed and grabbed the last big piece, using one last force, he lifted it up with a frustrated yell and threw it aside. He found… nothing. Once again, his attems and efforts come out empty. Where are you?

He dropped down on his knees, defeated and exhausted. He didn’t even know if he wanted to see your wrecked self under all the concrete. But he did wish to find you and at least bring you to a place where you could rest in peace. “No… Non, s'il vous plaît, non. Pourquoi ça devait être toi? Tu avais beaucoup à vivre. Nous avions beaucoup de choses à partager. S'il vous plaît, n'y allez pas ! Ne nous quitte pas. S'il vous plaît, ne le faites pas…” He rambled to himself as he slammed his hand on the ground, causing the wound to become even worse but he didn’t care. His shoulders shook as he sobbed silently.

“Where are you?” Ramon mumbled. He wasn’t sure anymore. The only thing he thought was certain was your death.

#bullfrog x reader #bullfrog #ramon #ramon x reader #rayman x reader #rayman #captain laserhawk #captain lazerhawk spoilers #captain lazerhawk #reader #x reader #allenwrites

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gingerdraw-blog · 4 months

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I got silly with the prompt generator

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Dolph : My life isn’t as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look like

------------------------------------------------------------------.Ramón/Dolph : bitches b like “im baby” but have childhood trauma and neglect like wtf do u know about being baby u were forced to grow up from an early age anyways I’m bitches

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Dolph : Y/N, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?

Y/N: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later

Dolph : Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask Bullfrog .

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Ramón : Y/N and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Bullfrog : *Sighing* What did Y/N do?

Ramón : They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Y/N: Who wants a steering wheel?

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clownhousemargarita · 29 days

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Captain Lazerhawk characters x MALE! Reader Requests

Dude, this fandom is looking for scraps and I KNOW IT. You can request any male/female character from this show, BUT I will do one ship. And that's Rayfrog, I personally love it and would love to write for both of them. So request away!

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kaylaz-world-00 · 5 months

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A/N: It’s too short for my liking but yeahhh… And I may not have finished the ending. I leave it to you my dear readers how it ends~

A/N: You can think of this as an AU, not from the series.

Pairs: (I never mentioned much but you can think this story as) Bullfrog x Reader x Ramon

1K words

I’m not giving you guys any summery but warnings instead to make it a bit more mysterious here: Huge angst, blood, dead bodies, death, description of dying, etc.

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa @shiroisotto64

“Where are you?” Ramon mumbled. He wasn’t sure anymore. The only thing he thought was certain was your death.

#bullfrog x reader #bullfrog #ramon #ramon x reader #rayman x reader #rayman #captain laserhawk #captain lazerhawk spoilers #captain lazerhawk #reader #x reader #allenwrites

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becauseimaladythatswhy · 2 years

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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

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Ramon kicks his shoes off and drapes his body across yours on the bed, his legs and arms dangling off. You can tell he's tired, which he didn't get often. You guide his head higher up, to your chest. He let out a big exhale then holsters himself up to view your face.

"Hi princesa." He smiles warmly and your heart beats a little faster. You've been a sucker for his smiles since day one.

You reach out and pinch his cheek. The two of you developed a bunch of cute little things over the months. Whenever you pinch his cheek now, Ramon shakes his head and growls, shaking his hair as he does. It's a cute silly little thing you share and one of the many things you know you'll miss about him once this comes to an end.

He's been coming home late, sometimes when you're already sleeping so your sex life hasn't been too active. Not that you mind, you rather hide under a big shirt right now and snuggle. it's actually working in your favor.

"you're too cute Mon." You gushed, moving your hands to his hair.

The moment your fingertips meet his scalp, he moans as he always does. One of the easiest ways to soften Ramon or make him melt, is the play with his hair.

Ramon closes his eyes, savoring your touch, "How was she today? I checked on her a few minutes ago, she was asleep.”

“Good, she needs it. She's the same. Ate a little though, like two bites of a sandwich."

“It's a start,” when his eyes open again, they nearly take your breath away. Beautiful deep brown eyes that regard you with so much softness you could cry, “thank you baby, for being there for her.”

Emotion floods your entire body, and you pull him into a hug. Words escape you right now, you hope the way you hold him and press you lips to his say all the things you can't form into words. …

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Bullfrog and Rayman/Ramon x reader : mistletoes

Woo , Christmas special baby !!

Since tomorrow I’m gonna be away to spend time with family , I figured it would be best to post this today since I’m gonna be way too tired to write when I get back :,)👍

I love the ideas of the boys and the reader being soft during the holidays , it just really brings me joy ^^

Anyway , I hope it turned out okay , and make sure to have a wonderful Christmas 🎄❣️

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

established relationships ;

presence of slightly suggestive themes , but mostly lots of fluff ❤️

Bullfrog 💚

Let’s start by saying that given how constantly vigilant Bullfrog is , it won’t be easy to try to sneak a mistletoe above him :

he just has a way of knowing each and every one of your movements , so …

Yep , better get ready for a challenge .

< Hm ? Is that a mistletoe you’re holding , mon amour ? >

< Aw noo - I thought I got you this time ! >

He will probably apologize to you a lot for “ruining” your surprise , trying to make up for it with some extra affection and cuddles …

This frog is just an absolute sweetheart , and he’ll use any excuse he can use to show you just how much he loves you :,//)

< Honey , it’s okay , really ! You don’t have to feel bad about it !

I know you can’t help but be careful about what goes on around you , you’re being way too hard on yourself . >

< Heh , merci y/n … you always know what to say ~ >

When you eventually manage to lure Bullfrog in the living room and tell him to look up , you’ll find that all your careful planning was definitely worth it just to see that lovely smile on his face …

< Well , look at that … tu m'as surpris , y/n ~ >

Now come closer … it’s time I reward your hard work , ne penses tu pas ? ~ >

Honestly he’ll take any excuse to kiss you , but this occasion feel even more special … You went out of your way to prepare such an adorable surprise for him , so you better believe that you and Bullfrog won’t be leaving your spot under the mistletoe for quite some time ;//)

Rayman 🧡

Rayman is probably the most smooth and romantic man alive , so he will probably plan for a mistletoe surprise way ahead of you , from the very beginning of the holidays in fact .

Sometimes you can see him carrying Christmas lights around , and you can’t help but have the feeling that he has something in mind …

< Hold on , let me help you with that Ray … why do you need these many lights anyway ? >

< Ah , you’ll have to wait and see , honey : I think you’re gonna like it ~ >

If there is one thing that Rayman loves is creating atmosphere , so the night you eventually go back to his lounge to find it all decorated ( with also tons of gifts for you , cause let’s not forget how much this guy loves to spoil you ;//> ) , you can’t help but feel an overwhelming joy at the thought that he did all of this just to make you smile …

< Heh , I take it you like my little surprise , hm ? ~ >

< Like it ? I love it Ray , it’s amazing !

You’re such a sweetheart , thank you so much ~ >

< No need to thank me , it’s really the least I could do for you y/n !

Though if I were you , I’d take a look at the ceiling for a second … >

As soon as you look up and see a mistletoe hanging above the two of you , the way you blush in realization is enough to make Rayman’s heart skip a beat …

He just can’t get enough of how beautiful you look right now , your cute features illuminated by the lights he placed all over the room .

< Heh , I … wanted to make you a mistletoe surprise at some point too , but I think you’ve handled it way better than me , hun . >

< Don’t worry my love , there’s plenty of time for another one … I’ll gladly take any chances I can get to kiss you , so that’s definitely not a problem for me ~ >

His incredibly cheesy , adorable comment makes you chuckle , and when you lean forward to meet his lips you can hear Rayman sigh softly while kissing you back , almost like he had been looking forward to that moment all night …

You’re honestly anything he could ever ask for , and if he had the ability to stop time he would be more than happy to do it here under the mistletoe , alone with his beloved ❤️

Ramon 🖤

He isn’t … feeling very festive :

while he does his best to smile when he’s around you , Ramon’s mind is crowded with worries about Eden , about getting the both of you caught , but since you know him better than anyone you were quick to catch up to that .

< Hey , it’s okay if you don’t feel like doing much for the holidays , y’know ?

We can just stay here and relax . >

< Yeah , but … I don’t know , I would’ve liked to do something special for you , but we can’t go anywhere without risking to have those assholes notice us … >

< Ram , we don’t have to … the best gift I could’ve wished for is already here , right next to me , so please don’t worry about that , okay ? >

< Heh … that was very smooth y/n , not gonna lie ~

Seriously though , thank you … it means a lot . >

Despite what you told him , Ramon is still very determined to find a way to show you his appreciation for everything you’ve done for him , so the moment he finds a mistletoe hidden in a box an idea crosses his mind :

it may be small , but it might just work .

< Hey y/n ? Could you come here ? >

< Coming Ram ! Just give me a second , I was trying to see if we had enough ingredients to make some Christmas cookies … >

As soon as you reach the living room , you get the feeling that there is something different about it , even though you can’t exactly pin point what it is …

However , when you look up and see the mistletoe hanging on the ceiling you realize what’s going on .

< Aw , that’s so cute love ! I - mm — >

Before you can even finish your sentence , Ramon’s hands get a hold of you , gently pushing you down to lock your lips in a loving , passionate kiss …

You didn’t really expect that to happen , but you’re definitely not disappointed … not one bit .

< … here … take this as my gift for you , my love ~

I know it’s not much , but - >

< Ramon , sweetie … >

The moment your hand caresses his hair he immediately melts under your touch , his eyes never leaving yours as you smile tenderly at your boyfriend .

< It was perfect ~ >

That was the start of a night filled with displays of affection , and while holding you in his arms in your bed Ramon can’t help but feel like the luckiest person in the world , even though you’re both wanted by Eden’s police forces …

For once , those worries can’t seem to torment him , and he couldn’t be happier .

#captain laserhawk #x reader #rayman x reader #bullfrog x reader #captain lazerhawk rayman #bullfrog captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk bullfrog #rayman #captain lazerhawk bullfrog #gender neutral reader #ramon captain laserhawk #cl rayman

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solsterrablegrammeerr · 6 months

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All the captain laserhawk reader x rayman fics appearing in the captain laserhawk tags has given me a disastrous idea to give out

A rayman x reader fic where he serenades you except it's just that one video of him singing sexbomb please it would be so funny please

#captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk rayman #rayman #rayman captain laserhawk #captainlaserhawk #rayman x reader #Ramon #Please it would be so funny #Writers please #I refuse to do it myself I'm just giving this to the fic writers

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marvelsgirl616 · 2 months

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He’s so 😫🧎🏻‍♀️

I need some dark!barry or softdom!barry soo bad

That dark/mischievous glimmer in his eyessss 😫

I know it’s big

#barry allen imagine #barry allen #grant gustin #the flash imagine #the flash cw #the flash #dc tv shows #barry allen x reader #barry allen smut #reverse flash #eobard thawne #tom cavanagh #cisco ramon #dceu fandom #barry allen icons #dc fanfic #the flash fanfiction

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ynbabe · 1 year

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The Flash x male!reader :- pt.1 incorrect quotes

Barry: I just watched Y/N jump off of a spinning chair. Luckily, he wasn't hurt that badly. But the whole time, Caitlyn was screaming for help, which caused Cisco to run in to help Y/N. Just note that all of this happened in the span of six seconds.

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Cisco: Made you all playlists! Cisco: Y/N, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul. Cisco: Caitlyn, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression. Cisco: And Barry has the ABBA Gold album.

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Caitlyn, being serious: Which country has the most birds? Caitlyn: Portu-geese! Barry: That's a language. Caitlyn: Portu-gull? Barry: Good recovery. Cisco: I think you mean good re-dovery. Y/N: TURKEY. HOW DID WE MISS TURKEY?

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Barry: That's ridiculous, Y/N doesn't have a crush on me. Cisco: Yes he does. Caitlyn: Yes he does. Y/N: Yes I do.

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Barry: Question, how difficult would it be to bowl in a bee suit? Caitlyn: Not that hard, I don't think, as long as you can move. Y/N: I'd assume as hard as it is to bowl in a maid outfit. Y/N: Wouldn't be any harder, but you'd get some WEIRD looks. Cisco: Are. Are you speaking from experience. Y/N: No! Y/N: Y/N: ....Maybe.

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Cisco: *Gasp* Caitlyn: wHAT?? Cisco: What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish? Caitlyn: *inhales* Y/N, in another room with Barry: Why can I hear screeching?

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Caitlyn: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie- Cisco: Eyy, homie! Barry: But then there's cootie... Y/n: Die.

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Caitlyn: I truly believe that water can solve all your problems. Cisco: Weight loss? Drink water. Barry: Clear skin? Drink water. Y/N: Want to get rid of someone? Drown them.

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Y/N: Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… Barry and I are dating. Barry, Iris, Caitlyn, and Cisco: *gasp* Y/N: Barry, why are you surprised?!

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Barry: Look guys, I need help. Cisco: Love help? Caitlyn: Financial help? Iris: Emotional help? Y/n: Help moving a body? *Everybody looks at Y/n* Y/n: What?

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Iris: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be? Caitlyn: Maybe a bit tipsy? Cisco: Drunk. Y/n and Barry, dumbass speedsters: Dead.

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*The gang's thoughts on stabbing* Caitlyn: Would never stab anyone. Barry: Would stab someone in retaliation. Cisco: Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first. Iris: Would stab without warning. Y/N: Would stab as a warning.

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Caitlyn: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell. Barry, Y/N, and Cisco: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

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Y/n: You’ve got to learn to love yourself. Barry: But don't you hate yourself. Y/n: Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.

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Barry: I have a problem. Y/n: Kill it. Barry: Can you chill for like, two seconds?

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Barry: What are you eating? Y/n: You wouldn't like it, it's really salty. Barry: I like you, don't I?

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Y/n: *Kicks the door open to Barry’s room, looking panicked* Barry, used to this already: What did you do?! Y/n: NOBODY DIED! Barry, not used to this: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

#dc flash #dc x y/n #dc x reader #dc #dc x male reader #flash x reader #the flash x reader #the flash x y/n #the flash x male reader #the flash! barry allen #barry allen x reader #barry allen x male reader #cisco ramon #caitlin snow #iris west

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kaylas-world-0 · 6 months

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Bullfrog: Where the author at?

Ramon: Nobody knows

Y/n: She dead

I AM ALIVE STOP TELLING PEOPLE I AM DEAD—

#bullfrog x reader #bullfrog #reader #x reader #captain laserhawk #captain lazerhawk spoilers #captain lazerhawk #ramon #rayman #ramon x reader #rayman x reader #people who reblogging this post... HI!

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gingerdraw-blog · 4 months

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I got silly with the prompt generator AGAIN

TW Y/N IS HERE TOO AND THERE'S ALSO SHIPS LIKE LASERFROG AND RAYFROG (and also x reader AND JADE IS HERE TOO)(Y/N being a dumbass LIKE FR ITS STUPID) UMM SUGGESTIVE TOPICS???? YEAH YEAH SUGGESTIVE TOPICS

Ramon: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Y/N : I sleep with a knife.

Dolph: Both of you are pathetic.

Ramon: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Dolph: Bullfrog

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Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle.

Dolph, with Bullfrog and Ramon behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?!

Police: Yes…three.

Ramon: Oh, my God— What the fuck!?

Police: Wha-

Bullfrog: Y/N FUCKING FELL OFF!

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Y/N : *sees Ramon and Bullfrog together*

Y/N : They're cute. I would put them on a boat.

Dolph: You mean... you ship them?

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Ramon: Where is Y/N ?

Bullfrog : I'll do you one better, who is Y/N ??

Dolph: Here's a better question, why is Y/N ?

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Ramon : Where's Dolph?

Y/N : Don't worry, I'll find them.

Y/N , shouting : Bullfrog sucks!

Dolph, distantly: Bullfrog is the best person ever! Fuck you!

Y/N : Found them.

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(again but rayfrog version because I'm multishipper)

Dolph: Where's Ramon?

Y/N : Don't worry, I'll find them.

Y/N , shouting: Bullfrog sucks!

Ramon, distantly: Bullfrog is the best person ever! Fuck you!

Y/N : Found them.

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Ramon: Is the plural of milf/dilf milfs/dilfs or milves/dilves?

Y/N : Milfs.

Dolph: Milf/dilf is an acronym, you can't change the spelling to milves/dilves.

Ramon: Wait, they're acronyms? What do they stand for???

Jade : Mom in late forties, dad in late fourties.

Jade : I learned that from the movie called M.I.L.F that I saw the trailer of in theaters probably 5 to 7 years ago.

Dolph: Mom/dad I'd Love to Fuck.

Ramon: WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK—

Ramon: I NEVER REALIZED IT WAS ACTUALLY HORNY!

Jade : Oh, is it not mom in late fouries?

Y/N : What? No! It isn't!

Jade : THE MOVIE TRAILER LIED TO ME!

Dolph: Jade ...

Jade : THIS IS WHY I DIDN'T THINK CALLING PEOPLE MILFS WAS ALL THAT BAD BECAUSE IT STOOD FOR SOMETHING HARMLESS IT JUST HAD A SLIGHTLY SEXUAL CONNOTATION!

Dolph: I am entirely unsurprised that this is coming from you.

Jade : RAMON, DOES IT MAKE SENSE WHY I CALLED THE DIARY OF A WIMPY KID MOM A MILF NOW BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS LITERALLY JUST A DESCRIPTOR WITH FUNNY CONNOTATION!

Ramon: The word milf has been ruined for me.

Y/N : THAT'S ITS DEFINITION, IT CAN'T BE RUINED THAT'S WHAT IT MEANS!

Dolph: Y'all are dumbasses.

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Y/N : It’s Christmas! Are you all in a Christmas mood?!

Bullfrog : Merry crisis.

Jade : Jingle bells, jingle bells, single all the way.

Ramon: Hoe hoe hoe.

Y/N : Guys, please.

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Jade , writing in a letter: "I'm going to kick.. your... ass."

Jade : THERE. Now send it.

Ramon:: Dude, your handwriting's terrible, are you sure you want to-

Jade : JUST DO IT!

later

Y/N : So what does it say?

Dolph, reading the letter: They say they're going to "lick my...."

Y/N :

Dolph:

Y/N : Gross-

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Ramon: I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter “s”.

Jade : *looks over at Y/N and Dolph* Jade : Is it “sexual tension”?

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Bullfrog : Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?

Y/N: Can everyone in this godforsaken group please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"?

Ramon : Ya know... it might be.

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Ramon , looking through their clothes: Has anyone seen my top?

Y/N: Bullfrog 's in the kitchen.

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Bullfrog , gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?

Y/N: Yeah, sure.

*A few minutes later*

Y/N: Here you go.

Bullfrog :

Y/N:

Ramon : Why am I here?

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Y/N: We need a diversion. I say Ramon gets naked.

Bullfrog : No.

Y/N: I could get naked.

The squad: NO!!!

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Bullfrog : What did Ramon do this time?

Y/N: More like WHO did Ramon do this time?

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Y/N: I'm gonna eat the chicken breasts!

Ramon , snickering: Yeah, eat what you lack.

Bullfrog , deadpanning at Ramon : Then maybe I should order brains on delivery for you.

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Bullfrog : How do you tell someone that you wanna have sex with them in a polite way?

Ramon : Excuse me Mx. Would you give me the honours of indulging in sexual activities with you?

Y/N: What the fuck is wrong with you two?

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Y/N: Thank you all for coming.

Bullfrog , wearing a hospital gown: When I heard you couldn't get laid, I dropped everything and came straight here.

Y/N: Well, I couldn't imagine anyone else being part of the "Fuck Y/N Task Force".

Ramon : Yeah, I interpreted that in a different way.

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Y/N: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know!

Ramon : The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus.

Y/N: Stop.

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Bullfrog : Are you trying to seduce me?

Y/N: Why, are you seducible?

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Ramon : I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight.

Y/N: What kind of animal is the Pink Panther?

Ramon , already taking off their clothes: God, Y/N, you’re so fucking stupid.

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Ramon : Two brooooos!

Y/N: Chillin' in a hot tub!

Ramon : Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay!

Y/N:

Ramon :

Y/N: *tearing up*

Ramon : Babe, c'mon...

Y/N: AND HERE YOU REALLY HAD ME THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING.

Ramon : Babe...

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Y/N: The stars are so beautiful...

Ramon : They're just giant balls of gas.

Y/N: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-

Ramon : And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.

Y/N: Oh...

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#captain laserhawk #dolph laserhawk #bullfrog x reader #rayman x reader #y/n #captain laserhawk ramon #captain laserhawk x reader #captain laserhawk bullfrog #laserfrog #rayfrog #incorrect captain laserhawk quotes #incorrect quotes captain laserhawk #incorrect quotes #captain laserhawk jade #I MISTER LOVERMAN (Y/N) AND I MISS MY LOVER MAN...(JADE)#ramon x reader

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tessiex17 · 5 months

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I HAVE PROVIDED THE COMMUNITY WITH A RAMON X READER FLUFF 😋💗

It’s a short 800 or so words just a wee one shot for u guys 💗

ENJOY

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You snuggle deeper into the covers of the silk bed sheets a feeling of comfort washing over you as you do so. The bed smells like him, which makes sense since it is his bed. You turn over softly to see the sleeping figure or Ramon next to you, the sheets rising and falling rhythmically with his breathing. You cant help but crack a smile at how peaceful he looks cozy in bed his eyes shut and breaths slow. You know he hasn’t been sleeping well for a while the dark shadows under his eyes being more prominent than usually so seeing him rest so soundly brought a warm feeling into you chest.

“Are you gonna stare at me the whole night?”

You hear him mumble with humour in his words. His voice sounds deeper from sleep as he half opens his eyes to look up at you starring down at him. You chuckle in response moving your hand to ruffle his blonde hair

“did I wake you?”

You ask softly seeing how he’s fighting to keep his eyes open closing them for long moments every time he blinks. He makes a hum of disagreement before pulling himself closer to you “I’m just a light sleeper” he whispers out as an explanation.

You feel his hand snake around your waist as he pulls you towards him. He lets out a soft groan closing his eyes from sleepiness. He mumbles something under his breath as he pulls you as close as possible to him. You can tell he enjoys the closeness of you both, he even seems to sleep better when you cuddling up to him. You chuckle as you snuggle your face into his chest his hand holding the back of your head securing you close to him, his other hand decides to explore you, moving from against you back to your waist then gliding further to your hip which he finally rests on. His hand grabs your hip a little tighter and you can see a smug smirk growing on his face.

“So soft”

he mutters to himself while pulling your hip closer towards him forcing your full body to press up against him.

You melt in his touch, his heat, his scent, it’s all so intoxicating and the feeling that you know he’s up to something grows stronger ,though you don’t feel the need or want to ask. His hand lets go of the back of your head freeing you a bit from him and he starts to move deeper into the bed causing him to drop lower. Now your both in a different position, your chin rests above his head as he snuggles his face in between your chest and neck.

His hair smells good, the fragrance of his berry scented conditioner filling your scenes. You can feel his soft breaths against your bare skin as a sleepy groan escapes him. He was always a lot more affectionate when he was tired as if the safety of his bed flipped a switch that allowed him to bring down his barriers. ‘He looks cute like this’ you think to yourself as he cozy’s up closer to you. You can feel him smiling against your neck and can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking about.

He places a gentle kiss on your shoulder leading to more small kisses all over your neck and collar bones. The sensation is pleasant and it almost feels ticklish which causes you to attempt and fail to suppress a giggle

“are you trying to keep me up?”

You whisper to him

“is that a bad thing?”

He retorts back smugly. ‘Touché’ you think to yourself as you chuckle. Your not gonna complain if he wants to be affectionate. You’ve always enjoyed his soft touches.

You hear him chuckle into the crook of your neck before a sharp nip of pain blossoms on the muscle of your shoulder. Your body tenses as you take a sharp inhale of breath out of surprise as you hear him chuckle more. He bit you! His sharp teeth grazing against the sensitive skin of you neck playfully between soft lips as he places small kisses over the teeth marks he indented into your skin.

Your hand rises to the back of his head once more pressing him closer to you as your hand glides through his hair. Ramons smile softens from mischievous to relaxed as your fingers brush through his hair. You feel the tension In his body subside as you play with his hair. His blinks lasting longer between each interval until he doesn’t open his eyes again keeping them closed.

The smile is still resting on his face as you hold him close, it seems like he’s fallen back to sleep again but now he’s pressed up against you his face still resting against your neck. His breathing is slows and you can still feel it against your skin. It’s peaceful. Calming really. Moments like this really make you appreciate his presence as you smile to yourself closing your eyes too. ‘This is nice’ was the last thing you think to yourself before you let sleep take over you.

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THANK YOU FOR READING. This is literally the first ever fic I’ve written so I was v nervous to post this 😗

ALSO sorry for any spelling errors I might have not picked up. I have dyslexia so I’m not sure how well my spelling is but if there are any mistakes LET ME KNOW THNX XX

#rayman #ramon #cl rayman #ramon captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk #clhabdr #x reader #fanfic #fluff #fandom #fan fiction #writing #lil guy #silly little guy

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iamasaddie · 5 months

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mean & bitter

paring: Tim Rockord x f!Reader x Ramon Nomar (iykyk) rating: explicit (18+ minors DNI) word count: 3,9k~ summary: you knew how immature it was to be mocking two grown men that you worked next to, but whenever you saw them you just couldn't help yourself. They've been tolerating you for too long and now they've had enough. Secretary!Reader gets 'put in her place'.

warnings: pwp; dubcon due to power imbalance; age gap (reader late 20s - early 30s, Ramon is 40+, Tim is 50); mfm; oral m receiving, unprotected PinV, dirty talk, spit-roasting, choking, ass spanking, fingering, slight degradation; slight mysoginy but no one actually thinks like that; reader has hair that can be pulled; no use of y/n. let me know if I missed anything

a/n: big love and hugs to @noxturnalpascal for helping me out woth this little brainfart monstrosity by being the best first reader and beta <3 i love you, dearest, you make my heart all warm and fuzzy with love! and amazing and talented Han @swiftispunk , I am sending you love, adoration and I hope your day (week, month, year, lifetime) gets better from this point forward, ILY <3

MY MAIN MASTERLIST

The clicking of your heels on the slippery tile floor of the precinct made the men in the office wince. It usually wasn’t the reaction you got from the opposite sex, but when it came to Detective Rockford and junior detective Nomar things weren’t so nauseatingly easy. You weren’t at war, or anything of that sort - you weren’t even in the position to be at war with them - but you couldn’t lie, getting on their nerves did send an exciting chill down your spine. A chill that traveled even further than your spine (down your panties) more times that you cared to admit.

You hated the stereotypically misogynistic behavior of your workplace. Feminism works hard, but prejudice works harder, you huffed to yourself. The fact that you were a secretary in a place filled with men who had more prestigious jobs didn’t help either. You were used to tearing men apart with your snarky remarks and cruel observations, only keeping your job with your unquestionable professionalism.

Most people in the precinct already knew better than to get on your bad side, preferring to keep things if not friendly then at least civil, but not Rockford and Nomar. Oh no, the men walked around like they sported ten inch dicks and egos the size of the Empire State Building. Whenever you made a comment, they retorted with two, so whatever you did the best score you came out with was 1:1, but that would change today.

Late night already fell on New York, the city as bright as during the day thanks to the innumerable billboards, city lights and Christmas decorations that shone brighter than your future. When the clock hit a painfully late 10pm, your boss told you to go home as he intended to do so as well, and you nodded, saying that you’d only bring some files that needed signing downstairs and head out. You did as you told him, though quite pointlessly, seeing that every other conscious person had already left the building, leaving you alone with the exception of the security guard that was most likely flirting with the night shift janitor.

You noticed light at the end of the corridor, knowing exactly what office it came from. Before you could stop yourself, your heels had already passed the doorstep.

Detective Tim Rockford, a handsome man a little bit over fifty with a surly demeanor and cynical view of life was sitting at his desk, his eyes closed and his thick thumbs rubbing his temples slowly. Over him, just across the table cluttered with photos and notes, was junior detective Ramon Nomar. You had laughed a few times about how a man over forty can still have a junior position, and in very clean Spanish he told you exactly where to shove your comments. You smiled bitterly when you saw the deep wound you poked. To your misfortune, Nomar was also handsome as a sin, and had an attack dog behavior, for which you called him Rockford’s little pup. Even though there was absolutely nothing little about that man.

You knew the things weren’t good for them right now, a series of murders of young girls had shaken the city and for the three months they had worked the case they were nowhere closer to finding the murderer.

Of course, you didn’t find the situation enjoyable in any way, but you did revel a bit in the misery two detectives obviously felt. You wiped the corner of your lip, fixing the red of your lipstick.

“You know, maybe it’s finally time for you to retire. Go on a couple's retreat somewhere. Maybe Sandals,” you pretended to think, tapping lips with your index finger mockingly, “that is, of course, if you managed to earn anything with what a shitty job you’re doing here.”

Rockford didn’t even open his eyes, the only acknowledgment you got was a slight tilt of the head from Ramon, who immediately dismissed you as well.

“We don’t have time for your shit right now. Get out.”

“Or what? You're gonna kill me so you could crack at least one case?”

You didn’t notice how Ramon was on you so quick, easily enveloping your neck with his hand and squeezing it, pressing you into the wall painfully.

“You think it’s fucking funny?” He growled so close to your face that you could almost feel his breath in your mouth that opened in surprise. “You think that you can walk in here every fuckin’ time you want and bother us with your bullshit?”

His hand squeezed tighter around your throat, cutting off the airflow completely and making you dizzy. Your eyes started wandering pathetically, landing on Rockford, who finally sat straight in his chair, his face completely unfazed despite the scene unfolding in front of his eyes.

“No,” you tried to push the words past your lips, but failed, making yourself look like a dying fish. Ramon shook you, your head banging against the wall as he made you look back at him. His face was screwed in anger, but there was something else behind his furrowed brows. Something that resonated with the growing dampness in your panties that you failed to acknowledge as the lack of air made you almost unconscious.

“That’s enough, Ramon,” finally, the older man intervened and as soon as the words left his mouth you felt air filling your lungs back up. You started coughing violently and would’ve fallen with how hard you leaned forward, but Ramon’s hand gripped your hip, keeping you steady and pressed to the wall. The sound of Rockford’s shoes clicking on the tile floor approached you, and before you saw the shining leather of his footwear, you felt already familiar warmth close to your neck. “She’s just a stupid little secretary, she doesn’t understand why our work here is so important. Why we cannot be interrupted.” His hand found your jaw, squeezing it in a tight grip and forcing you to turn.

“I-- ”

But you weren’t allowed to finish, the men who practically cornered you into a wall continued talking over you as if you weren’t even there.

“Maybe we should show her, then?” Detective Nomar raised his left brow, addressing Rockford. The younger man’s hand strayed dangerously close to your ass like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“What do you -- ”

Ignored again, like an annoying mosquito that you can’t catch so you just wait for it to start sucking on your blood to kill it.

“You really think she’s teachable? ‘M pretty sure her brain has the maximum capacity of spelling the words correctly.” The older detective sighed, as if he was exhausted at just the prospect. His partner shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant gesture. You should’ve seen it minutes ago, that this was all just a scene. Their little foreplay before the main act that they already perfectly played out in their heads.

The men in front of you looked at each other, barely containing little smirks. Their hands on your body weren’t angry or pushing, they just reminded you that you’ve been standing in a compromising position quite willingly, with your panties wet and your thoughts tangled. You’d given them your inaudible yes when you haven’t pushed either of the men away. You were going to play their game and they knew it, it was too late to back down now.

“I don’t know,” Detective Nomar stopped containing his satisfied smile, and you watched his hand go to his trousers to adjust the intimidating bulge before he looked at you, “but we can try.”

A set of rough hands took you by the shoulders, pushing you towards the desk cluttered with papers, documents, and the pictures of tortured victims and the suspected criminals. You didn’t have much time before you were shoved roughly and bent over it, your face pressed hard into the glossy photos, your left hip crying with pain as Rockford’s name plaque crashed into it.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” the words came out muffled.

“Didn’t think you were that dumb, girl.” Ramon laughed, hiking up your skirt and exposing your panties. “And judging by this big wet stain,” his thick thumb traced your slit, pushing the wet fabric into your flesh, “you know exactly what I’m doing.”

The whimper you let out was pathetic, and you heard a mocking laughter behind you. You’d never heard Tim Rockford laugh before, not like that, at least. "Goddamn, girl, is this the reason you were walking around acting like a bitch for the last few months? Just wanted to get fucked?”

You whined in protest, Ramon’s thumb still working on massaging your pussy lips, squeezing and thumbing the flesh becoming exponentially wetter. Detective Rockford walked around the table, his crotch with an intimidating bulge was on the same level with your face, and he patted your head, pushing the strands of your hair away from your face with a false softness. “You don’t need to lie now, sweet cheeks,” he almost whispered, “I know you think we’re bad detectives, but with evidence like that even a Starbucks employee would crack the case.”

The embarrassment got out of the picture pretty quick with other feelings occupying your mind and body, you had half a brain cell left to think about what it all could cost you. Your career, your reputation, it all can go out of the window for a moment of physical pleasure. But you felt like everything, every little jab and comment, every sarcastic laugh and side eye adamantly led you to this moment. To the moment where you were bent over a table with one strong man already sliding your panties down your legs and the other clicking his belt and opening the zipper of his pants.

“I thought you’d be yapping your mouth all the goddamn time, but look, we didn’t even have to gag you, huh?” Rockford’s voice was calm, if a bit merry, as his fingers finished with the fly of his pants and tugged the white shit up. Ramon hummed in agreement behind you, both of his hands busy with squeezing your asscheeks, tugging them apart to look at both of your holes.

“Don’t think your dick is big enough for the job, you’re overselling yourself again, just like I think you did at your job interview.” Sometimes you hated that sarcasm was your second language, and your short temper never got you anywhere but trouble. When every movement from both men stopped you realized that you were in trouble again. Tim crouched a little to look you in the eyes, his face wasn’t bothered a bit, only a confident smile telling you that you’d been wrong. You knew that you’d been wrong just from the bulge, but you just couldn’t fight your bitter nature.

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to see, sweetheart.” His eyes raked over your face and then looked behind your shoulder, giving a little nod to detective Nomar.

His movements were fast, practiced, boxers down, cock and balls out. You choked on air when you saw the delicious monstrosity bobbing heavily in front of your face. If either of the men laughed at your reaction you didn’t hear it, blood rushing in your ears and saliva pooling in your mouth. You admitted to yourself that Rockford was handsome, you just didn’t expect every part of him to be so attractive. His cock was easily seven inches, thick with a beautiful head shaded dark pink from arousal. His shaft was curved to the right just the perfect amount, two prominent veins running on the opposite sides and meeting the underside of his cock. You licked your lips, and your pussy squeezed around nothing as you imagined him stretching you out. Tim’s hand engulfed his shaft, and even though he could fully hug it with his thick fingers, the whole picture was still intimidating. He took a step closer, his thighs cutting into the edge of the desk and his full, heavy balls almost kissing your chin. You didn’t notice how you closed your eyes, but you opened them quickly as you felt his cock slapping your cheek. Tim looked at you condescendingly.

“Open your mouth, doll.”

You did. Not a word left you when your lips obediently parted letting as much of Tim in as you could physically muster. He was warm, heavy and almost spicy on your tongue. A taste that would be impossible to recreate, a feeling that you will never get to experience again. This moment was unique, and you moaned at the realization.

You didn’t notice the disappearance of the junior detective, all of your thoughts consumed by the man who started shoving himself inside your throat at a slow but steady pace. You evened your breathing just in time to feel Rockford’s hand closing around your throat. He moaned for the first time since he got his cock in your mouth when he felt his shaft parting your throat from the inside.

“Fuck, doll,” he was almost breathless, “your cocksucking skills are way better than your secretarial ones. Maybe you should think of switching your profession.”

His words were almost enough to start protesting, you pushed your hands up and placed them on his hips, but Tim was too quick to read your mind.

“No, no, baby, keep your hands behind your back. If I wanted a handjob I’d tell you to give me one. But I want to fuck your bitchy throat until you can’t speak and that’s what I’m going to do.”

You felt your hands being caged behind your back again, and a second time a belt clacked. Part of your brain that still worked told you that it was Ramon, who was absent for the last year that you’d been sucking Tim’s cock. His big hands quickly squeezed your wrists, and then you felt leather tying them together. All of it was overwhelming you, their voices, their actions, Rockford’s hand still on your throat and slowly working you up to take the full length of him even though you thought that impossible. Nomar, grabbing your tied hands before hunching over you so that his head almost touched Tim’s protruding soft belly when he whispered filthy promises in your ear.

“You look like a great fucktoy, mi amor. You should just stay like that for us to fuck you like the dirty desperate slut that you really are.” You couldn’t kill the moan, letting it spill right from your belly and vibrate in your throat, making Tim’s breath catch. “Your cunt is so fucking wet both my pants and my boxers are ruined.”

You gurgled, trying to protest, or agree, or beg, but ended up just spluttering saliva on Rockford’s cock, making his shaft move even easier into your wet mouth.

“Poor slut, always wants to talk back but now she’s got her mouth full.” Ramon cooed mockingly, his weight finally off your body, and his hands back on your asscheeks. You didn’t expect the rapid fire of slaps falling on both of them one after the other, making your skin burn and your nipples cry with tension in the confines of your bra. “You’ve got a great ass, let’s see if the pussy matches.”

The words laced with a thick accent barely registered in your mind, one moment you were getting used to the stings of rough hands abusing your ass, and the next two thick fingers easily found your entrance and slipped inside. You felt tears streaming down your cheeks both from losing your breath sucking the biggest cock you’ve seen in your life, and from the feeling of relief to finally have something to squeeze with your dripping core. You didn’t understand who your body belonged to anymore, but it was definitely not you.

Ramon’s fingers parted your insides easily, sliding in and out with no resistance as you dripped more and more arousal onto his hand.

“Fuck, that’s a good pussy, should’ve checked it out sooner. So many nights with blue balls while she’s just gushing for me.”

His fingers curled inside you and you couldn’t stop your body’s reaction, jerking your head back and almost screaming as white hot pleasure seared your body, starting from the pleasure spot that Ramon almost punched with his fingertips, continuing to rhythmically caress it. Tim let go of your throat, giving you a moment to catch your breath seeing as your body arched as if you were possessed. He placed his hand on your hair, clutching it instead and bringing you closer to your original position as Ramon abused and worshiped your cunt with his fingers at the same time.

“You had your cigarette break, doll, it’s time to come back to your workplace,” he chuckled, breathless, and pushed your face into his balls, before dragging it up and back on his cock, letting your tongue dance over his salty skin all the way up. You resumed your position, welcoming his cock back into your throat with much more ease than before. You could almost feel his short-trimmed pubic hair touching your nose, but you weren’t quite there yet.

You whined as Ramon removed his fingers from your pulsing pussy, but were quickly shut up by a harsh tug on your hair.

“Hold her tight,” came from behind you, and before you could protest, before you could even think about what you’d just heard, two big palms enveloped your head pressing it hard into Tim’s pelvis, and Ramon’s cock - that judging by your pussy measuring skills was at least as thick as Rockford’s, if not as long - pushed inside you in one deep thrust. Your head was getting dizzy with the lack of oxygen, the feeling of euphoria so overwhelming and new that you almost weren’t surprised when Ramon - with his cock fully seated inside you - barely touched your clit with two of his fingers, causing a body-shaking, mind-altering orgasm to leave your body weak and pliant in the hands of two still very much aroused men.

“Mired, did you see that? She just came all over me from us, filling her holes.” You knew Tim would find something to answer with if he wasn’t busy with choking his dick right above your face. When you came, he let your head fall gently on the desk, right side up. Your vision was blurry with mascara, tears, white spots of pleasure, but you still saw just enough of his tensed up, reddened face as he approached his climax. His hand swiped faster over his cock, still slippery with your saliva, and you were grateful that Rockford was conscious enough to point his cock at your cheek and lips as his hot cum started painting your skin. His breathing was labored and you thought he’d fall over you, but he took a step back and fell into his chair with a heavy sigh.

Your eyes were closed, and your cunt twitched around Ramon’s cock who wasn’t as invested in his colleague coming on your face as you were. Instead, he was chasing his own pleasure, thinking that you were just conscious enough for it to continue being a consensual encounter. Your hands were almost numb, and you tried to move your fingers. Noticing the movement, Ramon let go of your hips, and loosened the belt. You took one of your hands out, bringing the tingling limb to your face and running your fingers through the cooling coat of cum covering your cheek.

“Fuck, you filthy little thing,” Ramon moaned, his speed going up, his soft belly pressing into your lower back as his cock continued stretching you open. You felt the familiar tingle coming from the inside of your thighs and concentrating on the twitching bundle of nerves at the top of your slit. If you could talk, you’d beg Ramon to touch it, but all the strength left your body after your first orgasm, the strongest one you’ve had in an embarrassingly long while. Apparently something in your body betrayed your needs, or Ramon was a good fucking lover, but as if he read your mind, his thick fingers found your clit again, rubbing it gently in perfect tempo with his thrusts.

“Come on, give me one more,” he growled, and you couldn’t disobey. Not when his shaft was molding your insides to fit his perfect shape. Not when the head of his deliciously curved cock was kissing your g-spot with every motion. “Give it to me, mi amor.”

And you did. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, throat too raw to let you make actual noise. Your body convulsed, as if you had a seizure, and maybe you did. Maybe you even blacked out, because you didn’t remember how Ramon pulled out of you at the last moment finishing on the crack of your ass. You thought that you’d been laying there for a week no less before you felt fingers running through the mess on your ass, heard slow footsteps, fingers, someone touching your face, and then fingers again parting your lips and pushing what you understood was the men’s combined cum into your wet mouth. Ramon wiped his digits on your tongue, and then patted your cheek with more gentleness that he’d had for you the entire night.

He came back around, pushing your skirt that was hiked up at the beginning of the night down, you hissed as the material scratched your abused flesh, but didn’t say a word.

You finally had the strength to push yourself up, your legs trembling and unsteady in your heels. You were scared to imagine what you looked like right now, and your eyes looked around the office trying to find something to look at while your heart found the correct rhythm. Your eyes landed on Tim, who already looked as if he wasn’t just balls deep in your throat mere moments ago. His pants were done, shirt tucked in, the only thing that gave him away was the sheen of perspiration on his forehead and two extra buttons of his shirt undone, revealing his white wife beater that he wore underneath.

Catching your gaze with his, he slowly stood up, coming to you slowly, like he was afraid to scare a young deer away.

“Go clean yourself up, okay?” His voice was soft, but determined. “We’ll close the office up, and then we’re gonna wait for you in the car. We’re gonna take you home.”

You shook your head, trying to find the right words to say that you don’t mind repeating what you’d just done, but your body was physically devastated today. No matter how willing your brain was, you were done. “I don’t think…”

“Amor, we’re just going to take you home.” Two strong hands that belonged to your other lover lowered on your waist, his head falling to your shoulder in an uncharacteristically romantic gesture as he warmed your neck with his baritone. You pressed your back closer into his body, feeling the warmth and softness, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to be taken care of. “But tomorrow morning you can come over for coffee… and cream.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing full well that there was no way in hell you’d pass on that offer, no matter what it may bring.

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PULSE 2🌺

(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 :) 🌺

Here’s part two! I’m going to start writing part 3 which I think should be the last part 💕

Part 1

Your week back at work hadn’t been easy.

Trying to keep calm despite having the deadliest narco prince “maybe” on your ass, you were positive the stress was taking years off your life.

Everything that could have gone wrong was going absolutely into the shitter. Multiple bad tips, a failed raid, and worst of all, pulse was starting to crop up in clubs. You were drowning in coffee and sleeping under your desk every night now, too uncomfortable to go back to your apartment.

Every bump in the night you were convinced it was a sicario at your door sent by none other than the Ramon Arellano. Nights at the station were getting long anyways, there wasn’t really a point in going home you reasoned. Better then having Daniel finding your body in a ditch somewhere.

You hadn’t even moved the bag of cash out of your living room. It’s still sitting next to your fireplace. You contemplated burning it. It was dirty money after all. That cash was drug money… Ramon Arellano’s money.

You refused to accept it. Your morality was too strong. But you couldn’t exactly turn it into the station. That would open too many questions. You know Daniel would pry, along with the chief. They’d wonder how you got it and that was definitely out of the question. You absolutely couldn’t tell them you slept with the enemy in a drug induced haze and in return he left you a bag of cash… and he also happens to know where you live now.

You decided once your anxiety about returning to your apartment died down, you’d take the cash and give it out to the charities around town. Hopefully some good can come from it.

“Another night under the desk?” Daniel asked snapping you out of your thoughts. He came into the office with a bag of pastries as a steaming cup of coffee.

“Yup.”

“Y/N, you need to actually get real sleep. You’re starting to look like a corpse.” He nodded in your direction.

“I just don’t want to be alone.” You sighed and rubbed your eyes.

“I know being trapped in a concrete box is like traumatizing and all that, but you’re going to burn out if you don’t sleep.”

“I am sleeping.”

“Laying on a pallet under the desk is not good sleep.” Daniel spun around in his desk chair, “Besides, you’re going to see a lot more traumatizing shit with this job so you gotta get over it sooner or later.”

“How do you do it?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know. I just do.”

“Officer Y/L/N and Officer Ramirez, I have another case here from the Chief.” The secretary you see every day came skipping into the office with a manila folder.

“Thanks, Maria.” Daniel smiled at her watching her leave in her tight pencil skirt.

You shook your head and reached for the folder. Daniel saw you and snatched the folder up before you could get your hands on it.

“Nuh uh.” He shook his finger at you, “Go home. You’re calling in sick today and you’re going to catch up on your sleep. I can’t have you running around on half a tank. You’ll get us killed if you’re not on your A game.”

“Are you serious?”

“Mhm.” Daniel stood up taking his coffee with him along with the report.

Giving you no choice, you stood up feeling the fatigue in your body. You bent down and grabbed your bag along with your house keys and a fully loaded gun. You said your goodbyes to the other officers and detectives before informing Maria you were going home for the day. She was sweet about it, and told you that she’d let people know you were out. With a smile, you turned to leave the station.

Walking down the stairs towards the car park, you started to feel the all too familiar anxiety creep up on you. You hadn’t been in your apartment for days. You sighed and unlocked your car, started it up, and drove home. Luckily the station wasn’t too far, but the lull of the engine had started to make your eyes feel heavy.

Pulling into your street spot, you hopped out of the car and locked it dreading the climb up the stairs to your front door. You groaned internally and flipped through your keys before grabbing the one to your door.

You heart started to race as you pushed the front door open only to find everything exactly how you left it. You sighed in relief and threw your work back on the floor next to the door along with your shoes. You walked into the kitchen only to find the fruit in the bowl on the counter had molded and pretty much everything in the fridge was spoiled.

Deciding to throw everything in the trash, and just order take out later was the best decision you had ever made. The second your back hit the plushness of your mattress you were out, and you couldn’t care less about food at the moment. You didn’t even change out of your uniform. The exhaustion of the past week finally had caught up to you.

You had been in the deepest sleep of your life until a loud bang startled you awake. Reaching for your gun, you sat up feeling your heart race.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Standing up, you quickly force the sleep out of your system. It was replaced with vicious adrenaline. You were about to step out into the hallway when you heard your next door neighbor through the wall.

“Shit.” You shook your head and put your gun back in your belt to rub your eyes.

They must have slammed their door again.

You took in a deep shaky breath and settled down. You chastised yourself for being so pathetic.

Ramon probably just sent the money as a one time thing. There is no reason for him to be lurking around here.

You were a cop after all. A low ranked one at that too. You weren’t important enough to waste any time on. You were being paranoid.

Once you talked yourself down and got your shit together, you stripped from your uniform and turned on the shower to scrub the last week off. Once clean, you put on your comfy clothes and phoned in your order to the restaurant a few blocks away. The clock read 6:00pm and you frankly were impressed you were able to sleep for so long without being awoken. But, now you were definitely passed hungry and very excited for take out.

You grabbed your purse and looked at the gun on the nightstand. You went to reach for it, but remembered what Daniel had said earlier. You just have to do it. Your gut knotted up with uncertainty but ultimately you decided to leave it.

Your ego couldn’t handle seeing yourself as weak and decided since the restaurant was only a few blocks away you’d be fine. Making sure you have cash on you, you slipped on your filthy sneakers and left the apartment to grab your dinner.

You waved at your neighbors on your way down the steps before stepping out into the street. Everything was busy as people were making their commutes home from work and you saw all the familiar faces you had gotten to know over the past few months after moving into this town.

The lamp lit roads guided your way down towards the local restaurant and you actually had felt relaxed.

The warm breeze was comforting along with the music spilling out from people’s balconies as dinner time approached.

You turned right into the yellow painted restaurant were you smiled at the receptionist. She took your payment and handed you the bag of take out that smelled heavenly.

You waved goodbye before making your way back home. This definitely beats the break room food you’d been barely surviving off of the past few days that was for sure.

Your stomach growled as you unlocked your door and stepped inside to kick your shoes off. Making your way over to the kitchen you set the steaming bag of food down along with your purse and turned to grab a plate from the cabinet.

The moment you set the plate down a shuffling noise made you freeze in place.

“Princesa.”

Your blood ran cold.

No.

Putting your fork down, you turned very slowly towards the living room by your couch. Sitting on the leather chair next to the window was none other then Ramon fucking Arellano.

You instinctively reached for your gun only to find your waist band empty.

“Looking for this?” He stood up holding up your weapon giving it a good wave. It looked small in his hands.

You were scared. You’ve never felt so naked before. Standing before him now, he seemed so visceral. He radiated power and strength. He reminded you of a jaguar. He was wild, and untamed and it made your blood run ice cold.

You felt like a deer in the jaws of a predator, waiting for him to snap your silly little neck.

You put your hands up showing him you mean no harm praying he’d let you live.

“What do you want?” You trembled.

“Where have you been?” He asked leaning against your mantle.

“What?” You narrowed your eyes.

“You haven’t been here.” He looked around at your apartment.

“You’ve been watching me?”

He snorted and crossed his arms, “Of course.” ...of course... you shivered.

Your heart thumped in your chest. You felt like you were going to faint. Nothing felt real anymore. There’s no way Ramon was in your apartment right now. You forced yourself to suck in oxygen.

“I thought you would have sent one of your boys after me.” You studied his lax posture. He raised a brow watching you shift your weight... you wanted out. You were nervous.

You sighed, “I was at the station.”

“For five days?”

“Shits been crazy no thanks to you.” You accused with snark.

He smirked. You realized he likes it when you’re feisty. He makes that face.

“And I wasn’t wrong.” You gestured to him, he in fact did come after you, “So what do you want? You want to kill me? Just get it over with.”

He crossed his arms keeping your weapon in his grasp.

“I don’t want to kill you baby.” He stood up straight and took a few steps closer to you even though you backed up into the kitchen, “But I definitely can’t just let you go.”

“Why? Is it the money?” You shook your head, “I don’t want it, just take it.”

“It’s not the money baby.” He crooned and set the gun down on the table next to the couch. He continued his prowl towards you, and there was nothing you can do but press yourself into the pantry door and pray.

“I didn’t tell anyone.” You started to tremble again as he neared. When he came into the full light of the kitchen you could see his features clearer than ever. The last time you had been this close he was so far deep inside you, you were seeing stars.

His scent was beginning to fill your senses again and you couldn’t stop the chills that ran down your spine. Fuck.

“Of course you didn’t baby.” He backed you up into the pantry and boxed you in. His voice was honeyed as he towered over you. You looked down at his exposed chest and undone buttons, intimidated by his intensity, but Ramon didn’t like that. He pushed a finger under your chin forcing you to look up at him. The same hand brushed against your cheek and then moved your freshly washed hair out of your face.

You trembled under his touch, and looked up at him with wide eyes, “Why are you here then?”

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I want you, Y/N.”

Chills vibrated through your entire body setting it on fire. You turned your head away from him desperate for air.

“Why?” You whimpered. He ran his fingers down your neck like he had that night, and it made you weak. Suddenly he firmly wrapped his hand around your neck pinning you in place. The images of a deer in the jaw of a lion replayed in your mind, and in this moment you had no doubt that Ramon held your life in his very strong hands. He could snap you in half right now if he so pleased.

He leaned forwards and placed a kiss to your forehead, “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head princesa. I smell you on me…my clothes, you’re like drug baby.” He squeezed your neck a bit feeling your pulse race beneath your skin, “those damn pigs have been keeping you away from me, hm?” He pressed another kiss into your forehead, “I came to see you a few days later, and you were gone.”

“How did you find me?” You whispered.

He chuckled, “You’re one of three female officers in this town.” He smoothed your hair back, “I saw your cafe punch card and put it together.”

You sighed. You had no idea it was that easy.

“My men also have been keeping their eyes on you. Didn’t want my princesa getting hurt now, hm?”

You looked up at him suddenly feeling a bit more bold, “You ruined my Santiago Street raid!”

“Obviously.” He rolled his eyes playfully.

You scrunched your brows, “I got in so much trouble for that!” You shoved him even though he still gripped your neck.

He smirked, “I’m sorry baby.” He leaned forward but you shoved him again.

“Arellano!” You chastised.

He hummed.

“Arellano, you gotta go.” You whined, “You can’t be here.”

“Why not?” His eyes trained on your lips, “I like it here.” He looked hungry.

“Because!” You tried pushing him off again but he didn’t budge, “I’ll lose my job. They’re going to think I’m your informant.” You tried to wriggle out of his grasp, “My partner he’ll-“

“Your partner?” He gripped your hip in his other hand possessively.

“Yeah, my partner.” You felt his thumb push past your waist band and rub warm circles into your hip bone making you stutter, “H-he’s going to n-notice.”

“Ramirez right?” He smiled wolfishly.

You swallowed thickly praying this wouldn’t lead anywhere bad. You nodded a yes. He obviously already knew there is no point in lying.

“You like him princessa?” He asked.

You shook your head no, “not like that.”

Ramon smiled at that, “And what would Ramirez think if he saw you right now, hm?” His hand moved further up your belly pushing your shirt up as he felt your burning skin.

“He’d t-think I’m a traitor.” You whimpered feeling Ramon’s hand cup your breast. You struggled to breathe feeling the heat spreading throughout your body.

His touch was becoming rougher as he squeezed you through your bra making you gasp. You instinctually grabbed onto the fabric of his shirt. Before you could correct your actions, Ramon surged forwards and pressed his lips to yours. You melted immediately. He felt so good. All the memories of that night flooded back and you moaned into his mouth.

He responded eagerly and shoved a knee between your legs only adding to the desperation. Your bodies melded together as the two of you pushed into each others clothes desperate to feel the other.

You broke the kiss first trying to suck down air making him growl and surge forward again. He needed to be on you, he was addicted to it. With your hair like this and out of it’s slick bun, you looked just like you did that night. He couldn’t control himself. He deepened the kiss and pushed his tongue into your mouth feeling you get even more turned on. He felt your little hands on his chest, feeling the fabric of his shirt before you shoved it open and trailed your hands all over his firm chest.

And then just like that, you snapped out of it.

Breaking the kiss, you looked at him and reared your hand back before slapping the absolute dog shit out of him.

His head whipped to the side and you immediately covered your mouth in shock you had just done that.

Cursing yourself, your saucer eyes watched him turn back to face you as he felt where your hand had collided with his cheek.

“I…I-“ You stuttered also in shock. Your words weren’t coming to you.

He narrowed his eyes and studied you for a second. Your heart raced and you were sure he was going to gut you like a fish for that.

He took a step back to look at you, leaving you pressed up against the pantry. Then without a word, he leaned forwards and bent you over his shoulder before lifting you, and carrying you out of the kitchen and down the hall of your apartment towards your bedroom.

You yelped as he threw you onto the mattress with a bounce. He was on you in a second with a fire like you hadn’t ever seen before.

“R-Ramon-“ You tried to get the apology out, but he had his lips on you again clearly not interested in hearing it. You realized the slap had made him even more feral as he tore away at your clothes like he had that night high as fuck on pulse. The man was animalistic.

He shredded your panties off, promising he’d buy you more.

Ramon had every intention to keep seeing you, you realized.

He wasted no time shoving your legs apart and diving in with his mouth. There was no lead up, he needed you on his tongue and he needed you now. The fantasy of it had plagued him for the past two weeks.

You cried out feeling his hot tongue on your leaking pussy. Your hands went straight to his hair as he licked and sucked with ferocity. You thrashed and flailed with the intensity of it all. He had you on the brink of screaming with his no mercy approach to eating you out. He pinned your hips down not giving you an inch.

“Ramon!” You cried out feeling your orgasm approaching.

He just latched on harder refusing to let you go. He wanted to watch you fall apart. He needed it. Just as quickly as it it had started, it came to an end. You came as he licked up your orgasm ignoring the way you flinched from overstimulation. You quickly realized Ramon was one for taking what he wanted, and right now he wanted you to come as quickly as as hard as he could make you.

He second he let you go, he started kissing up your thigh giving you a moment to recover. You panted heavily but wanted to feel him against you. He had too much clothing on. You had to change that.

Sitting up, you pushed him back to paw at his shirt. He watched you with awe as your shaky fingers shoved the fabric from his shoulders. He hadn’t understood where this obsession was coming from.

In front of him, you were all woman, but he knowledge that you were forbidden to him only made you so much more intriguing. None of the other girls in his social circle kept a death grip on his mind like you had.

The Narco and the Cop.

He liked the danger you provided.

You weren’t like any other woman he had ever come across. He knew after he had scaled the bricks of pulse and shimmied out of the vent windows, that he had to see you again. His boys told him you weren’t at your apartment and he had started to get impatient. The moment they confirmed you were in fact back home, he dropped everything to come here.

You snapped him out of his thoughts when you pulled at his chains again. He bent down to push his nose into your hairline breathing in deep while you peeled his pants away from his body. When he was bare, he couldn’t help but shove you back into your plush pillows. He liked your bed much more than the hard concrete floor back in the distribution site. Your body glowed under the light of the moon coming from the window, and he dragged his fingers down you side admiring everything about you.

“Pretty girl.” He muttered before knocking your knees apart and lining himself up.

You gripped onto his biceps as he surged forward and stretched you open. He caught your moan in a kiss before slowly beginning to thrust feeling all too familiar.

Unlike the night on pulse, he actually gave you some mercy. You grappled at his smooth and toned body as he picked up the pace. He was brutal and calculated, listening to every little noise you made he made sure to fuck you just how you liked.

He was addicted to watching you come.

He realized he’d do anything to hear you moan like you do.

Then suddenly, with a burst of strength, you maneuvered him over onto his back with a swift shove. He looked up at you startled as you began to ride him with no abandon. None of the girls he has been with take charge like this. He thinks he likes it. Usually they just let him do whatever he wants.

But not you... not his princesa.

Sliding his hands up your body, he cupped both of your tits and gave them a good squeeze making you cry out. You looked so pretty riding him. He couldn’t help but buck up into you watching your tits jiggle.

“Arellano!” You moaned out clenching around him feeling your orgasm approaching. He then grabbed you by your neck and flipped you over onto your back pinning you in place. He drove down into you at a punishing pace living for every moment that you clenched viciously around him.

“Come princesa.” He growled.

“Fuck!” You threw your head back as you came. You nails dug into his back and arm throwing him over the edge. He bucked into you spilling himself inside your velvet walls with a grunt.

He stayed on top of you for a moment before slowly sliding off to the side making the mattress bounce. Breathing heavily, you turned to look at him with those same doe eyes from two weeks ago. He was in trouble he reasoned. One look with those eyes and he’d be on his knees.

You ran your fingers over his dewy skin causing bumps to arise as he cooled down. The higher you went, you were met with his midnight eyes. He looked down at you and you swore you saw a moment of softness come from him.

“Why me?” You were unable to hold the question in any longer, “Aren’t you supposed to stay far away from people like me?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know.”

He was being sincere. You could tell. You might be a new cop, but you could always tell when someone was lying. Maybe he’s attracted to the thrill. Riding on the edge of being caught by the police. Who knows? Maybe there’s still pulse in his system and he’s partially delirious.

You sighed, “You’re making my life difficult you know.”

He smiled, “What part?”

“All of it.” You shook your head, “I should be arresting you, but instead you’re in my bed…naked.”

He smirked, “Aressting me?” He crawled on top of you. “You want me in cuffs that bad baby? All you have to do it ask.”

You huff, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Sure princesa.” He squeezed your hips sending a chill through your body.

You shove him playfully, “I’m serious.”

“Well you’re off for the weekend, yeah?” He leaned over to the discarded clothes on the bed and pulled out a tiny envelope handing it to you. You took it and sat up to look inside.

“Is this what I think it is?” You looked up at him with a raised brow. He nodded with a boyish grin. The hot pink powder inside the envelope was unmistakable.

“Arellano… I am not doing drugs with you.” You put the envelope down, “I just spent the whole week busting my ass trying to get rid of this shit.”

He nudged your cheek with his nose before planting a kiss to your forehead, “Just a little?” He then pressed another kiss to your neck and then another.

“Arellano, I’m a cop for fucks sake.” You whimpered as his mouth suctioned to your delicate skin. He was marking you, you knew it.

“You don’t have to be baby.” He purred using his weight to push you back into the pillows.

“But-“ You moaned softly as he made his way down to your nipple and suctioned onto it, “I want to be.”

“You want to be the good guy, huh?” He crooned moving to the other breast and repeating his actions.

You moaned in response.

“You want to stop the big bad Narcos, don’t you princesa?” He moved his hands further down until he reached your pussy. Sliding his pointer through your wet and swollen folds, he settled on your clit and moved in very precise circles. You whined pathetically as the pleasure surged through you.

“How about this baby,” He bit down gently on your nipple, “I have some very very bad men in my way and I’ll give you tips on their whereabouts as an apology for ruining your raid.”

You shuttered as be brought you hurtling towards another orgasm.

“And what do you want?” You heaved, “In return?”

You were getting closer and closer to your release.

He smirked and released your nipple to look you in the eye, his fingers never stopped until he saw your pupils dilate and you hurtled over the edge.

“You.”

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