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Night Nurse

Spooky Diaz x black!fem!OC (Callie)

Word count: 3.8k

Warning (s): 18+ minors gtfo, mentions of blood, suturing, idiots in absolute love, everybody’s fuckin. Awkward ending as always, barely passable Spanish (sorry). just absolute horniness, i was high when i wrote it so probably mistakes (I think that’s it probably idk)

Side note: okay y’all. It has been a long time but I am slowly creeping back into this. If she's rough bear with me it will get better lol

SHE SWERVED AND slid across the streets of Freeridge with her phone in one hand and a tight grip on the wheel with the other. She’s breaking a million laws right now, but there's no care in the world. “Where is he?! " She shouted, turning another corner. “He’s at my house. I’m fixing him. Calmaté.”

“Abuelita…”

She clicks her tongue. “He’s fine, drive safely. Por favor.” Abuelita says with a strict voice before hanging up. She tosses her phone on to the passengers seat and lets out a long exhale, she told herself she was not going to be at his beck and call anymore, that any sprawls he decided to get into she wouldn’t be there to sew him back up and yet here she is hunched over her steering wheel with her pedal to the medal on her way to save him again.

It was always like this: Callie was his night nurse. He’d sneak over, get patched up, spend the night, and disappear by morning. This was their routine for a few years until she confronted the young man about where they stood in their on-again, off-again relationship. An ultimatum had been dropped, one she knew she would lose, and she did.

“It’s either the Santos, or me.”

It wasn’t a wise threat to make this man choose between her and a life he had been a part of for so long. His father was a Santos, his abuelo was one, and his great-grandfather before that. He was a born and bred Santos, and he was going to die like that. And it was no surprise that he chose them. So, when the two parted ways, she decided not to tell him that she was moving to Brentwood, she didn’t know how to break it to him that she was not turning back, not even for him.

Callie finally arrives at the house and throws her car in park before she frantically gets out and almost trips over herself as she bolts to the front door, but when she tries to open it, she’s met with force and realization that the door is locked. “Abuelita?! En serio? Abre la puerta.”

“I didn’t need you slamming the door into the wall,” Abuelita shouts from inside.

She sighs. “I wouldn’t.”

The door swings open to show a petite older woman with a mischievous grin on her face. “Hola mi hija.” Abuelita greets with a big hug. “Where is he?” She whispers in hopes that he wouldn’t hear how concerned she was. “In the kitchen, I’m almost finished with him.” She says closing the door.

Abuelita leads as she follows closely behind with her heart in her hands when she passes the wall dividing the first floor into the kitchen, where Abuelita said he would be, he sits with his back turned to her and she notices a big bottle of tequila in one hand. He could feel her eyes on the back of his head, he could feel the worry radiating from her. Abuelita excuses herself into the silent tension so she could return to sewing up his gashes. She stands in the background watching, noticing bruises on his back and his arm and the dry blood on his ear.

She takes a step forward and swallows her fear of how bad the situation could be, it had to be bad enough for him to not even attempt to call her about it. She makes her way around to face him and her lips slightly part in shock. Abuelita was sewing up one of two deep gashes on his neck and chest, there’s blood smeared on his abdomen and hands, followed by bruises, a black eye with a cut next to his eyebrow. This is the worst she’d ever seen him. “Spooky…” She finally breathes and he shamefully looks up at her, the best he can, and the moment he winces she shakes her head and sits down to meet his eye level. His eyebrows furrowed when he noticed her eyes becoming glossy.

Abuelita does her best to finish as quickly as possible so the two could speak, she tightens her last loop of thread and clips off the rest, she places a gauze on top of the cuts on his neck and holds it down with tape. “Make sure you keep it clean,” She instructed. “And take amoxicillin for at least a week.”

“Where am I supposed to get that?” Spooky grunts. Abuelita grabs the bottle of alcohol off the table and takes a swig of it herself, wincing at the burn in her throat. “You’re the drug dealer.”

She excuses herself and ventures off to find more gauze for him to change when it’s time and the two are left alone. “What the fuck happened?” She finally croaks quickly wiping a tear that had slipped by. “I can’t tell you.”

She sucks her teeth. “Fuck you, you can’t tell me? Por que?”

Spooky sighs and takes a sip of his drink, she sits back and crosses her arms, awaiting an answer. “I just can’t, why can’t you trust that?”

As a reflex she reaches for the rubbing alcohol and cotton pads, she becomes his night nurse once again as she disinfects any small wounds that Abuelita could’ve possibly missed. The room is silent again as she cleans him up, she does so nervously, feeling those low eyes on her. “Stop.”

“Que?” He smirks slightly knowing exactly what it is. “You’re looking at me, I can feel it.” She gripes and it causes his smile to widen with mischief. “¿No puedo mirarte?”

She rolls her eyes. “I never said that.”

“But you did.” He quickly replied. Callie huffs at him and tosses the cotton pad in the garbage can next to her, she stands as well as her wobbly legs will allow and begins to work on the bloody mess of his eyebrow. Spooky basks in her calming presence and the beautiful scent of her perfume draws another smile from his lips. He looks up at her and she freezes. “Bruh, close your eyes.”

“Okay.” He obeys but it was only moments later when he looks up at her again and she sucks her teeth. “Would you like rubbing alcohol in your eye?”

He shakes his head and finally closes his eyes long enough for her to get him together. His palms are itching to touch her, any part of her. “So, who’s the lucky hyna that gets to take care of you?” Asked Callie who had a hint of jealousy in that tone of hers. He chuckles knowingly and gently pulls at her shirt. “Sit.”

Callie scrunches up her face ready to bite with a sassy comment, but she’s quickly shut down when he pulls her shirt with a little more force, having her feet to shuffle toward him. “Sit here.” He mumbles looking down at his lap. “Spooky…” She warns but he’s not listening. “¿Por favor, cariño? I’m in pain.” He pouts.

Against her better judgment, she gives in to him and swings one leg over his lap, she carefully lowers herself down onto him and he sighs with relief when she does so. “I’m almost done,” Callie mutters, trying her best to not look at his eyes. She cups his chin and tilts his head up slightly so she could get to the cut on his bottom lip. Spooky hisses when she rubs at his lip. “How have you been?” He asks and she shrugs in response. “Am I getting the silent treatment?”

She shrugs again.

“She set me up.” He blurts out, now that gets Callie’s attention. “Cuchillos came to me, saying I was right about nineteenth street, said to set up a meeting, we’ll give them one of our blocks. Next thing I know I wake up in a fucking dog cage…gun to my head.”

Callie swallows and remains quiet as she continues her job. “So, I gotta lay low,” Says Spooky. She finally makes eye contact with him, and she fights her urge to smile while gazing into those chocolate pools of his, she notices his eyes slightly darting all over her face, lingering on her lips longer than anywhere else before they crawl back up to her iris.

She clears her throat and looks away. “I’m… I’m staying somewhere for a while; you can kick it with me.”

“You don’t…” He begins to protest but she shushes him. “Lo sé, estás bien.” Her fingers have a mind of their own when they ghost over his skin, temptation was right in front of her like a stack of Gold to a thief. “Spooky… there’s something…”

Abuelita interrupts abruptly, “I have a little bit of amoxicillin for you, mi hijo.” She smirks seeing the two air-headed love birds blush with embarrassment as Callie removes herself from his lap. “Mhm.”

Callie snatches the medication and avoids eye contact. “Gracias, abuelita.”

“Mhm.”

+++

THE NEXT AFTERNOON Callie finds herself pacing back and forth after receiving a text message from Spooky informing her that he had to handle a few more things before he can go off grid. She checked her phone constantly for any update, but she was left with nothing. She attempts to take it off her mind with some cleaning and packing— getting ready to leave Freeridge behind.

It helps the time pass, she’s getting her things in order, when the ding of her doorbell commands her attention, her head pokes from around the corner, she’s in the middle of finishing the kitchen when she tiptoes toward the door. “Who is it?” Asks Callie as brave as can be.

“Soy yo, cariño.” Spooky’s familiar voice says, which gives her relief as she quickly unlocks the door. She straightens herself up as if she wasn’t on her toes all day and opens the door nonchalantly. “Hey.”

She stifles a groan when she sees him in his uniform as she liked to call it— his long-sleeved flannel drapes over a white top, shorts that reached his knees and the infamous white socks that stretched to meet with the hem of his pants. There are times when she will make fun of him for it, but often he did look hot in his attire.

Spooky invites himself inside and is immediately bombarded by countless boxes, he frowns at the writing on some of them— packed up items of hers like she had a plan of her own. “So…”

“I’m just doing… spring… cleaning?”

Spooky’s shoulders bounce as a deep chuckle leaves his lips. “It’s summer.”

Callie bites her lip to hold in her laugh, it was a stupid lie. “¿A dónde vas?”

She plays with the ring on her finger. “Brentwood.”

His face becomes serious. “You weren’t going to tell me?”

She swallows hard as her demeanour becomes similar to that of a child who’s in trouble for breaking something. “I was going to,” Callie begins to explain, “But we had just gotten into that stupid little fight, and if we’re being honest, I don’t know who I am to you. I mean, we fuck, we take care of each other, you.. you look at me like I’m the fucking sunshine and you still chose the Santos. And I understand, that it’s your life-“

“I’m out-“

Callie continues to ramble, “And I understand they’re your familia— wait, what? Out?”

Spooky smiles slightly, taking a few steps closer to her and she suddenly is feeling small under his gaze, intimidating yet so soft for her. “I handled everything with 19th street this morning they’ve agreed to stop their bullshit, work with the Santos, not against.”

“And Cuchillos just… let you?”

His nostrils flared. “Handled her too.”

Callie knew Spooky well enough to know that handling 19th street and handling Cuchillos were two different things, she’s just another teardrop tattoo under his eye. He takes her hands in his own. “After I found out what she did to my dad, to my brother … his friends. Enough was enough. There’s more to life than this and I want to see it… with you.”

Her eyes widen slightly at his confession. “I want the white picket fence type shit; I want to take our kids to school and pick ‘em up. Can’t do that if I don’t tighten up. Plus, Abuelita made sure I know how stupidI would be if I didn’t tell you how I feel.”

Callie is stunned into silence; her jaw is slack as nothing but air comes out. She reaches up, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead. “You feeling okay?” She giggled. Spooky sucks his teeth and takes back her hand to kiss her fingertips. “I am feeling okay.”

“So, what are we doing?”

“Well, I will follow you to Brentwood, if I can.”

Callie’s heart thumps in her chest. “I mean someone has to carry these boxes and drive the U-Haul.”

He leans down brushing his lips against hers. “I can do that.”

+++

AS THE WEEKS fly by the two were busy unpacking boxes and settling in a new environment, Spooky’s scars were healing nicely, and not just the ones on the outside. Living with Callie was everything he had ever pictured— to be greeted in the morning with her infectious smile and carried into the night by her sparkling eyes, it was a dream.

Spooky enjoyed putting those keys in the zigzagged hole and was welcomed by her loving presence alone. As he pulls into the driveway, he can hear her music from outside and shakes his head. He throws the car in park and jogs to the door with eagerness, he unlocks it and steps inside. He chuckles when his ears are bombarded with Megan Thee Stallion knowing she was probably somewhere in the house twerking.

Callie shouts along to the lyrics of her latest song, Bigger in Texas. He shakes his head. “Mami, you’ll make us all hard of hearing. Alexa, turn it down.”

He hears her shriek from the kitchen. “Don’t turn down my music, pendejo.” She gripes. “They’ll boot us out this neighbourhood.” He laughs. Callie tilts her head up and he leans in giving her a quick kiss. “Good day?”

“Great day.” She answers. The love in the air was full and pure. He watches her in awe as she walks over to her phone to choose a different song. “I got something for you, hold on.”

Callie huffed, choosing a slow song once it started, she put the phone back down and turned back to focus on the wine glasses she was putting away, when Spooky walked back in with flowers, snacks and balloons. She smiles. “I think you need a little break; we've been working on the house a lot.”

She was about to protest until he pulled out a bottle of wine, she turned around, grabbing a glass off the counter happily reaching for the bottle in his hands. She hurries to open the bottle and pour herself a glass, she closes her eyes briefly, savouring the taste and smoothness of it with the slight buzz quickly following. “Thank you,” Callie purrs eyeing him up and down. “How was it with Cesar?”

He slowly shakes his head. “I don’t know what else to do. Pinche bastardo, he’s so stubborn.”

“Spooky, baby, he will come around.”

He huffs. “And what if he doesn’t?”

She bites her lip, she has no answer for that, Cesar seemed very headstrong on staying with the Santos despite Spooky taking the beating for both of them to get out of it. Callie tried her best to understand, he was a teenager who possibly felt lost and confused, someone who was just as stuck as Spooky used to be. “He will.” She reassured him with a hand on his cheek as her thumb brushes over his skin.

Just the tone in her voice makes his shoulder less tense. He gently grabs her wrist and kisses her fingers, smoothly putting her hand on the back of his neck, he pulls her in, his other hand around her waist. She giggles softly, taking one more sip of her wine before putting the glass back down on the counter. She moves in even closer and rests her head on his chest.

The two sway to the slow tune, Back To The River. She closes her eyes and hums to herself lost between the music and his heartbeat. There’s pressure on the top of her head where he rests his own, “I have something to tell you.” Says Spooky.

“Mm.”

“I don’t think… I want to be called Spooky anymore.”

Callie’s eyes dart from left to right, she’s been calling him by his street name forever. She pulls back and looks up at him, and reaches for his face, she gently pulls him to her level. “I’m okay with that, if it will make you happy, I can do that for you.” She kisses him. “Oscar,”

Kiss.

“Emilio,”

Kiss.

“Diaz.” He groans when she kisses him once more and she lingers, they’re lips move in sync in a messy, passionate kiss. Her nails gently scratch at his scalp while his hands roam her waist and further down to her ass, they teasingly grip and squeeze at her supple flesh. The kiss goes deeper when his tongue brushes against her lip and soon meets hers. He picks her up and drops her on the counter. They hungrily go at it until she pulls away breathlessly saying one word. “Upstairs.”

He laughs, taking her off the counter, she koala hugs him with a huge smile on her face as she’s carried up the steps. She’s reluctant to come off once they reach the room, he playfully drops her on the mattress, and she laughs when she’s engulfed by the cloud-soft mattress and the fluffy comforter. The bed dips under her as he joins in the fun, he’s between her legs with each hand beside her head. She cups his face again.

Callie sighs. “I love you.”

Oscar nudged his nose at her own. “I love you more, princesa.”

Their lips meet again. It’s hot and heavy when their hands eagerly remove clothing from each other. His lips wander down to her neck, trail between her collar bone and slide down the valley of her beautiful breasts. His tongue flicks her nipple, it sits perked up like a Hershey kiss chocolate. He takes it into his mouth simultaneously flicking and sucking on her tit.

She’s unable to process the pleasure when his hand slides between her legs, his middle finger finding itself between her slit and slowly rubbing her up and down. “Mmm.”

He drops her breast out of his mouth, a pop and a gentle kiss after. He slips his finger inside and watches as her expressions change. “Tu es linda mucho.” He groans adding another finger inside her creamy cove. Her chest rises and falls with each slow pump he gives her. He moves over to her other breast giving it the same treatment as the other. Her head falls to the side. “Fuck…” She breathes barely above a whisper. Her body begins to heat up, her thoughts fizzing out. Her lips part slightly as his fingers dig deeper. Her mind draws a blank when his warm mouth removes itself from her tit and quickly latches onto her clit. “Ohhh.”

Oscar hums with pleasure, feeling her begin to squirm. “Baby, oh shit…”

Callie’s fingers and toes tingle with satisfaction, her thighs slowly closing around his head, but they’re stopped by his wide shoulders. Oscar sucks on her clit and skillfully maneuvers his fingers inside her tightening hole. “Papito, eso es tan bueno.”

Her moans go straight to his already hard dick, throbbing and begging to go inside her when she finally says, “I’m gonna cum,” She cries inching away from him, but he quickly pulls her to him. Her eyes cross and soon she’s dripping down his beard.

He kisses up to her bellybutton and licks his way to her neck. A moan gets caught in her throat, she’s not even allowed a second to collect herself before he is gently nudging the tip at her entrance, and she welcomes every curve and vein. “Fuuuuuck,” She drags out and Oscar kisses her chin. “Lo tienes, si?” Callie nods and whimpers in response. His thickness was stretching her out in every which way, he pulls back a bit and re-enters her heat. Her eyebrows knit together.

Oscar moves his hips back and forth, slamming into her slow and hard. Her eyes roll to the back of her skull, and she lets out the shakiest breath. Her nails dig into his muscular biceps as he rocks her body, her legs wrapped around him.

“Ay, papitooo.” She whines while he relentlessly pounds her pussy. It’s too good to speak, too good to even shriek, and she’s lying there taking everything he’s giving her. It’s building up in the pit of her stomach that blissful orgasm inches closer when she feels his lower stomach rub against her clit. Her lips are stuck in a permanent O' and her nails dig deeper.

Oscar moans, she’s soft and slick and coating his dick with her pleasure. “Give it to me, I got you.”

Callie’s body stiffens and her toes crack as a wave of pleasure washes over her entirely. His name falls off her lips like a broken record until she can no longer speak. Her juices are dripping down his shaft. “There it is.”

“Pendejo…” She moans with a smile. “Yeah?” He chuckles. “Gírate. Turn around.”

But Callie wasn’t moving fast enough for him, he flips her like a pancake and tugs her ankles. “Up.”

As she adjusts on her knees she can hear him say, “Too fuckin’ pretty.” She gasps when he’s quickly back inside her, the sound of skin slapping drowns out the music from downstairs. She’s a whimpering, babbling mess under him. “That’s it, that’s iiiiit, yeees.”

Oscar feels himself twitching inside her with every stroke she’s throbbing around him. He gets lost in it, savouring every piece of it even the sound of how wet she is. “Fuck, baby.” He chokes out. Now it’s his turn to feel that tingle in his toes, the tightening of his balls. “I’m cumming babyyy,”

That’s all he needed to hear, a few more hard pumps and he’s spilling inside her, coating her walls with his warmth. “Mmmm.” Callie purrs.

Oscar drags his nose between her shoulder blades and in the crook of her neck, his breathing tickles her skin and she laughs. “Boy, get off me.”

“You sure?” He slaps her ass and pulls out of her, still half hard. Callie drops on the bed and sighs, Oscar lies right next to her, kissing her shoulder and lightly licking her sweat. “We gotta go break the shower in too.”

“Oscar,” She warned. “Estoy bromeando, kind of.”

The room is so quiet that Callie begins to drift off. “Cal…”

She mumbles tiredly, “Sí papito.”

“Thank you, for being there.”

She smiles.

“I’ll always be there.”

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