#Nestor oceteva smut

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Thy Art is Murder - A Nestor Oceteva/Reader Smut Short.

Just a little thing that popped into my brain, so I had to write it. Enjoy!

Words - 451

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

He wore his hair down. You should have known right away at witnessing those onyx tendrils cascading around him like a dark halo that he’d seek to play your weaknesses. Every single one of them. Your body is the canvas on which he paints the most vivid of sins, your verbal reactions to them the symphonic accompaniment. If art is pleasure, then he is the truest master of such creation.

The bindings that fashion your wrists, intricate knots and twirls of rope binding you to the bed frame are replicated at each ankle, Nestor tying you so that you are a X upon his bed, the marked spot of where his focus draws, where he begins his creation. What he gives, you seek more, from his tongue and fingers to the soft caress of a feather, or the chilled, sharp kiss of a blade, he strokes you before you’re marked, pleasure prefacing the pain.

He maps out all areas with keen exploration, a tongue under the curve of each breast, fingertips stroking the arches of your feet, lips kissing the round of your knees, until he hears the strain against the ropes, the wordless beg for him to acquaint himself with you more intimately.  

"Little dove," he murmurs. "All you have to do is ask."

“Please, Nestor,” you grit, your body shuddering from the radiating hum of energy he’s slowly and carefully been building. “I need to feel you mouth lower.”

He pauses the decadent, slow trawling lick around your navel, dark eyes focusing on you. He then shifts, placing a kiss upon your hip. “Here?”

The action has you in spasm. “No.”

He smirks, his tongue rolling over the apex of your inner thigh. “Here?”  

“No.”

He chuckles, his breath misting heat as he nears your folds, the scent of your arousal like summer wine to him, rich, full-bodied and so very sharply sweet. “Tell me where, mi amor.”

“Right on my clit. Please. Please!” you whimper.  

He kisses your folds, your nectar wetting his lips, repeating, watching the way the muscles in your abdomen bounce, before finally, his tongue grants what you so desire. The action sends warm wells of ecstasy tumbling through you, little pricks of pleasure melting down your spine, his tongue soft, circles drawn lazily over your bud. It’s gratification unmatched, but alas, not for nearly as long as you require.  

You whine, and he reprimands you, slapping your sex with the flat of his fingers. “Uh, uh,” he admonishes, moving to suck upon your nipple. “You will not be greedy. Understand?”  

“I do,” you breathe, his mouth meeting the juncture of your neck.

“Good,” he breathes, tongue moving to flick your earlobe. “Masterpieces always take time.”  

[iamaslutforcoffee]

Just Pretend

Chapter One:Princess of Santo Padre

"Curiosity often leads to trouble"

-Alice in Wonderland (1951)

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"¿Tienes algún plan hoy, niña?" (Do You have any plans today baby girl? ) My father asked as I helped him bring in my luggage to abuela's house and into the spare room.

I simply shook my head.

"No, other than going to lunch with Emily. You know she's going to have my head if I don't come meet her and Miguel's son" I replied, finishing off a tight dutch braid of my hair.

"¿Por qué? ¿El club me necesita?" (Why? Does the club need me?) I paused briefly.

He simply chuckled and came over to me, kissing the top of my head.

"tu dedicación a este club me hace pensar que eres miembro de este club" (Your dedication to this club makes me think you're apart of this club) he replied. I simply smiled and finished off the second braid.

"I'm going to head out, they need me in templo.. something about going to base town." He spoke, placing a kiss on my head and heading out the door.

I simply smiled and stood up, walking him to the door and making sure he put on his helmet when riding.

"You know, it's almost like you care about his safety more then me, Fleur" I heard from my best friend. I simply flipped him off.

"Angel, leave her alone. You and I both know she will gut you like a pig" my father spoke and I shook my head.

Its always these damn men.

As i finished getting ready for the day, my phone went off, noticing it was Emily I smiled and answered.

"If you're calling to ask me to babysit absolutely. I'll watch my god baby" I smiled, picking out the days outfit.

"I was actually calling to see if you wanted to have lunch. Miguel is busy doing some kind of work and I don't want to stay in the house with Dita.." Emily spoke, the irritation in her voice evident when she spoke of Dita.

"Emily.. I love you to death. But give me a break on the Dita thing. That's your mother in law..you have got to understand her side of things" I replied. I decided on a simple pair of leggings, a nice and flowy t shirt and a pair of converses. It was extremely hot today in Santo Padre, I wasn't going to try dying just because I wanted to look cute.

"Nicole.. I do understand her side. But she's just so... pushy. Its as if she wishes she was me instead of in her own position. " I could hear the frustration and decided just to bed it. I didn't want to deal with her anger.

"So, where for lunch?" I asked, grabbing my jacket and purse.

"Just here. If its okay, Nestor is picking you up on the way to Miguel."

I sighed. Nestor was Miguel's best friend, and he was merciless. A beautiful, but very troubled man. He was Miguel's right hand, and also his best friend.

As I went to go outside to my car Nestor was already there in the famous black escalade.

"Yeah, he's already here Em. I'll see you soon!" I smiled, hanging up.

I peered at Nestor, whom seemed to be as enthused with me as I was him.

"You gonna let me sit up front or am I still subjected to the back seat?" I asked. He stared me down, the dark orbs of his eyes peering back at me. He cracked a smile and shook his head.

"Always a pleasure, Fleur." He opened the passenger door and waited for me to get in.

" Don't call me that, Duendecillo" (gremlin) I climbed into my seat and put the seat belt on, not trusting his ability to drive. Nestor scoffed and rounded to the drivers side of the vehicle.

"You really ought to give him a chance, Nicole. Hes not that bad." I heard Miguel say from behind me.

"Jesucristo, Miguel. Tienes que dejar de hacerme esa mierda sabiendo muy bien que tengo un corazón débil." (Jesus christ, miguel. You have got to stop doing that shit to me knowing damn good and well I have a weak heart.)

Miguel laughed, shaking his head. Nestor got into the vehicle and put his sunglasses back on, pulling out of the driveway.

"And give him a chance for what? To teach me how to braid my own hair?" I turned in my seat to face my bestfriends husband. I started playing with the end of Nestor's braid, much to his disapproval. I smiled and yanked it a bit, just for him to turn his attention towards me and give me a look that would normally make me melt, but only added fuel to the fire.

"I can't wait to kill you" he simply spoke, and I sat back in my seat.

"First of all, you can't. Emily would have your head and bitch to Miguel which we both know won't go over well. Secondly, where the fuck are you driving? Did you braid your hair too tight because this isn't the way to the estate" I replied. It wasn't a lie.. we weren't even headed in the same direction as Emily and Miguel's home was.

Miguel coughed uncomfortably in his seat, and I looked at him through the mirror. His eyes screamed for me to just please give him a break from our bickering and I sighed, knodding.

Eventually we did stop at an abandoned building, and a group of motorcycles stood outside the entrance.

"Wait, Miguel. Why is my father and the MC here? What's going on?" I asked, turning in my seat.

"It's just a small detour for buisness. I asked the MC for a favor on something and they simply complied. I hope you don't mind.. I can have Nestor drive you to Emily and Cristobal shortly.." he continued but I shrugged.

"No, it's ok. I can visit my father for some more time. " I smiled quickly and got out of the vehicle, being met by my tio bishop.

"Niña, ¿qué haces aquí?" (Baby girl, what are you doing here?) He asked, giving me a quick hug. He was always so protective of me, especially since his son, my cousin, passed away a few years ago. I think he took to me as if I was his own daughter..which was fine. Between him, my father and tio Marcus I was the princess of the Mayans.

"Quick detour, I was on the way to visit Emily. They picked me up. " I replied, looking quickly at Nestor and Miguel.

My eyes set on Nestor, who was standing against the vehicle. His eyes seemed to be trailing me, and as they set on mine he quickly turned his attention away.

We walked in and there was a bigger man tied to a church pew, this must of been what my father was talking about when he said that they were going to Base Town. For some strange reason, Miguel put on a yellow rain coat and it made me giggle.

"Look at him! He looks like he's going to audition for the role of georgie in IT" I quietly spoke to Angel, causing him to giggle.

"Nikki, stop." He replied and I couldn't help myself, I kept going.

"What? Look at him! He about to start singing and shit about dancing in the rain!" I replied, laughing harder. The attention in the room turned to us and I shrugged.

"My apologies" I very quickly spoke, Nestor looking at me with an annoyed look on his face. I shook my head at him and flipped him off, adding what ever fuel to a fire i could.

Miguel turned back to the bound man, starting to question him.

"You ever meet her?" He asked, crossing his hands infront of him.

"Never in person. She'd give us a call or a text, gave us a drop point" the man replied.

"Where?"

"Indio Quarry. We used proxies to drop off the drugs, pick up the cash. Never saw a face..no names.."

Nestor grabbed a bag off of the table behind him, handing it and its contents to Miguel.

"Found this in your jeep. Payment?"

"She didn't tell us it was the cartel..I swear" the man replied.

"Bullshit, your men were told of the fact it was the Galindo Cartel when they robbed the MC. "I spat out, getting annoyed.

"Not now, Fluer. Please. " Miguel spoke to me, turning his attention back to the man.

"Was she.. American?" Miguel spoke.

"No.. spoke English, but she was latina i think. Young. She sounded young. " the man replied. He looked so scared, but I knew it was a guise. I walked to Nestor who was playing with various knives, and picked up a machete.

"Unless you plan on getting your shirt stained and having a meltdown, put it down." Nestor spoke, not bothering to even look at me.

"Nestor, I think you did your braids too tight. You're forgetting I don't have meltdowns over blood on me.. you forget so easily." I cupped his face, smiling.

I walked away from him with the weapon in hand, towards the man. As Miguel turned around I lifted the weapon, and swung it down on the man's arm. He cried out in pain, obviously. His blood splattered on my face, my clothes..

Some of the Mayans who weren't familar with me looked at me in terror, my father simply shook his head and Miguel sighed, shaking his head.

"Nicole... we have people for that. " he spoke, but I put my hand up.

"He basically took food out of Cristobal's tummy. It needed to be done. Besides.. pigtails over there shouldn't be the only one to have fun" i replied. I walked back over to Nestor smiling. The look in his eyes was something different and I just stared at him, using his button up to wipe the blood off my face quickly.

"Dont ever doubt me again, pigtails. " I said quietly to him and walked back outside.

This was going to be fun.

[danzer8705]

One of my favorite series I have ever read! Love me some Nessy! 😍

My Heart Needed You Masterlist

Truly this is for myself because I forget what I wrote and what part I’m on. 

Warnings - this whole thing is angst, smut, cute Nestor, and some more angst. If you are under 18, go away. 

Chapter 1  Chapter 2 Chapter 3  Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6  Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29

[imagininghim]

Drunk Dialling

A/N: I have heard the song Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan so much on Tik Tok lately. Everytime I hear it I picture Ez, so of course I had to make a story about it.

I hope you enjoy!

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~~ Flashback ~~

"Swear Ez, it's always the same with you!" She screamed at me, continuing to throw her clothes in a suitcase.

"Mi amour, please we can talk about this!" I said taking ahold of her wrist in attempt to stop her from packing.

"No! It's always the same with you! Club this, Angel that! When is it gonna be me?" She said pulling her wrist from my grasp. I stood there speechless, unsure of what to say. With a sigh, she threw the last of her clothes into the suitcase and zipped it up. "That's what I thought, goodbye Ezekiel." And with that, she picked up the suitcase and walked out the door.

I stayed there and watched her walk out, hoping I would wake up from this nightmare.

~~ End of flashback ~~

It was a regular Friday night at the club, we had been throwing another party. I was sitting at the bar alone, sipping on my fourth or fifth beer of the night when Angel approached me.

"When are you gonna stop sulking little bro? It's been a year, it's time to let her go." With a scoff, I picked up my beer and chugged the rest of it. Signalling the prospect to bring me another as Angel let out a sigh.

"I'm not sulking, I'm just not in a party kind of mood." I said simply.

"You're never in the mood for anything anymore. When are you gonna go back to being your old self again?" I scoffed back at him before taking my beer off the bar and making my way through the crowd. Hearing angel call my name, I ignored it and continued out through the door.

When I got outside, I took a seat on top of the stairs before chugging the rest of my beer and throwing away the empty bottle, the sound of glass shattering in the distance. I pulled my phone out of my jeans and began scrolling through my camera roll and looking at all the pictures of her and I.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the door open and Angel come out.

"You wanna talk about it?" He said, taking the seat beside me on the steps. With a sigh, I slip my phone back into my pocket.

"I miss her." Staring straight ahead, I could feel Angel's eyes on me.

"I know you do, but you can't beat yourself up over it. It's been a year, it's time to move on! Fuck some other bitches and forget her!" I felt anger begin to boil up inside as I stood up and made my down the steps.

"You don't get it!" I snapped. With a sigh, Angel stood up and made his way down the steps and in front of me.

"What don't I get Ez? Huh?!" He snapped back poking at my chest. "It's been a year Ez, she's not coming back! You made your choice, it was her or the club and I know it hurts but you gotta let her fucking go. Ever since she left, all you've been doing is drowning your sorrows in a goddamn bottle instead of moving on!" Anger ran through my veins as I pushed against Angel.

"I can't! Why can't you get that?!" I screamed back at him. "It's not that fucking easy, I love her! Not a goddamn day goes by that I don't see her face, I look for her everywhere I go! I didn't even try to stop her." I felt tears begin forming in my eyes, "I jus- I just let her go, I let her walk out." Angel stared at me in silence. "Why did I let her go?"

"Come on, let's go back inside and forget this." I shook my head before walking past him and over to the steps.

"You go on without me." I said taking a seat. "I'll be in later." Without taking another look at Angel, I heard him let out a sigh before making his way up the steps and back into the club.

As the door closed shut, I pulled out my phone and went into my contacts. Hauling up her contact, I hovered my finger over her number, contemplating on making that call.

Letting the alcohol speak for me, I pressed down on the screen before pulling the phone up to my ear and hearing it ring.

ring... ring... ring... "Hey you reached (Y/N), leave a message and I'll call you back!"

"... Uh, hey... It's Ez... I just wanted to say... I miss you." And with that I hung up the phone. I rubbed my hand over my face, wondering if I was making a mistake leaving her a voicemail. Would she even listen to it? Or would she delete it and pretend I never called?

A million thought swirled around my head as I sat on the steps, the feeling of little wet droplets falling on my skin tore me away from my thoughts.

I let out a sigh, standing up and getting ready to head back into the club when I felt a vibration in my pocket.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)" Flashed across my screen. I slid my finger across the screen, answering the call and placing it against my ear.

"Ez... I miss you too..."

[zaenight]

MAMA DIDN'T RAISE NO BITCHES // Ez reyes : Nestor octeva CHAPTER 1

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Patiently waiting for ep 1 and 2 of mayans s5 😗

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"Uncle Tig we'll be fine , you said Marcus set us up with a house , stop whining." Jess said , Jessie Trager , the youngest niece of Tig , told the man who was spouting out profanities.

"He's right to worry , what if the sons and mayans go to war and they try to kill us for being related to him." Sage , her older sister stated.

"Thats not helping! , and your the one who wanted to move!" Jess exclaimed jumping up and down.

"Just stating the facts." Sage said .

"The lass is right , yer sure ya can't move somewhere close by." Chibs said , he became the president after Jax teller passed , he also happened to be Jessie's godfather.

"Alvarez said they needed a Docter that they could trust , Moving to santo Padre could make the bond stronger." Happy lowman stated , The tacoma killer was the godfather of Sage , who like him , was an expert of torture.

"I like torturing more than I like healing , but we get a house already set up and everything , It would be a shame to waste this oppurtunity , Plus Chucky's there , we'll know someone." Sage stated as Jess made a noise of disgust.

"Still can't belive you lost the card game and had to give up

Chucky." Jess said to Chibs.

"We'll be a call away Little girl , just calll if we need to kill some Mayans." Happy stated as Sage got into their packed car , Jess hugged the three men , hopping in.

"Where's the fun in that when you could do it yourself." Sage said winking  as Jess started rambling about getting this show on the road.

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The two arrived at a house , it Reminded the girls of Piney's cabin , which they stayed at frequently , No other houses around , but not too far from town , it was perfect.

"Marcus , Thank you for this." Sage told the man she and her sister have known since they were children , The mayans and sons had their ups and downs , not only that but Sage had dated his son Esai , who would've proposed to her , until his death , she still has the ring on a chain around her neck , It was found by Diana , his mother ,and the first wife of marcus alvarez , who gave it to the then seventeen year old, no one has seen her sense the death of esai.

"No need for that niñita , welcome to Santo padre , if you two need anything , call." He said as they thanked him.

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"Angel where's your Prospect?" Obispo Losa , also known as Bishop , president of the mayans charter , asked

the man.

"He went too see our old man." Angel Reyes said , his little brother had some years shaved off his sentence , and is now prospecting for the club.

"Need him on this run , and Marcus wants him to show the trager girls around." Bishop said to him.

"Protection? , and the Bone lady and that little manipulator are here?" Angel said , you may be asking why he called Jess a manipulater , simply because she'll act dumb then end up beating you at your own game.

"Yes those two , Sage will be our go too doctor , Think he's ready?" Bishop questioned.

"Yeah." Angel said.

"Good." The shorter man said as he and Hank walked away.

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It went wrong fast , they got shot up , Sage and Jess drove to the rescue , Miguel was Pissed as he greeted the two.

Sage rushed over to Creeper , Greeting the men , Jess knew a bit of medical stuff thanks to her , so she helped with Riz,Ez and Sage locked eyes before she focused on creeper.

"So who was it ?" Miguel questioned the men , Creeper winced as Sage took a bullet out , cleaning the wound.

"Don't know , they were pros." Bishop said as Galindo looked through a book of fabrics.

"Well At least we didn't lose 2.4 million in product to a bunch of amateurs." Miguel stated.

"They ambushed us sir , came out of nowhere." Creeper said as Sage made a makeshift sling out of fabric , Riz had somewhat recover , Its the best she could do without proper equipment , he'll have to go to another doctor untill she can get her hands on Stuff.

"You'll need time to heal , no going out and about for awhile." Sage stated to creeper , as Jess started twirling around in circles until she sat down.

"We change route... , vehicle...,time and day, every run is different , So... they came out of somewhere , and someone gave them the details." Miguel stated getting up.

"No one in my club." Bishop stated as Creeper winced.

"Implying im the one foolish enough , to employ a traitor ? , hmmm." Miguel said , no one noticed the two girls , angel , and coco , glance at eachother.

"The guy holding Gilly was dark skinned , Ink on his arm , it looked like uh... tribal letters , B-T-T." Ez said , as a prospect , a new one , speaking out of turn without being asked was a big no no.

Sage loved it , she was gonna enjoy every second of it.

"He remembers shit , had guns at our heads , who knows what the hell he saw." Angel sajd turning back around.

"The Prospect." Miguel said as Jess got up looking through fabrics.

"B-T-T , base town tribe , samoan gang out of san Bernardino." Bishop said thinking.

"Didn't some of them do time for killing Haji ?" He asked.

"Fallujah , Rival company crazy as fuck." Coco said.

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After discussing who it was that shot them up , Miguel wanted the shot caller , and they were gonna get him what he wants , threataning to kill a mayan if the shot called isn't at his church pew by tommorow , but the girls did realize he glanced towards them for a bit.

Yeah so much for not being on his radar.

But anyways Bishop had punched Ez for speaking out of turn.

"You don't speak unless we tell you too , I don't give a shit what you remember , Educate your prospect." Bishop told him before turning to angel.

Sage clapped slightly gaining their attention , Before helping Ez up , checking his face.

They walked away with taza telling them to Bring creeper to the doctor that usually takes care of them , honestly why is she here , he also stated that El Padrino's on his way.

They're lucky she's being paid , Jess was skipping around creeper , who laughed at the girl , who seemed to brighten things up.

"Padrino , Godfather." Ez translated as Angel got him up from the chair Sage sat him down on.

"Alvarez , The reason me and Jess came here." Sage stated , As Jess ran ahead of them spouting nonsense,into the tunnels they went.

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"Right there , Careful!" Sage exclaimed , as She helped the older male docter prepare stuff.

"Hiciste un buen trabajo, quizás tenga que contratarte." The doctor said to Sage as Jess sat down.

(you did a good job , I might have to hire you)

"gracias señor, hice lo mejor que pude con lo que tenía a mano, y podría aceptar esa oferta." Sage replied perfectly.

(thank you sir , I did my best with what was on hand , and I might take you up on that offer.)

And then they got to work , with Jess asking when the fuck she learned spanish.

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Part 1 of ep 1 perro/oc

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[cregansgf]

Nestor Oceteva Masterlist!

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Coming soon ..

Blurbs:

No Matter What

All they wanted.

[danzer8705]

Yeah…. I needed some Nessy love! 🔥🥵

Undone [Nestor Oceteva x Fem!Reader]

Ok, so this is the first time I could get myself to write smut for Nestor, which is weird to think about because he is a SEXY motherfucker, you know?

Anyway, I know I've been on a Nestor roll lately, but I swear I have other stuff coming, too. Two Bishop pieces and a Chibs piece in the works.

So, this is a fluffy, smutty one-shot for Nestor, whom I adore.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut (cunnilingus, fingering, P in V sex); mention of blood | Words: 1,690

When Nestor arrived home that night, exhausted, with his clothes covered in dried blood, he found you dancing in the kitchen, unaware of his presence. Soft music swelled from your phone propped on the counter and you waltzed over the tile in bare feet, your red silk robe fluttering around your thighs. Your eyes were closed and you wore a dreamy look on your face, swaying to the music that Nestor identified as one of your favorite piano pieces. He stood silently in the doorway to the kitchen, watching you adoringly. After grueling days of carrying out deplorable deeds on behalf of Miguel, Nestor could always count on coming home to your loving embrace, and he was thankful for it every day.

Today had been one of those days, as evidenced by the bloodstains on his clothes and the droop in his shoulders. Your eyes opened slowly to check your phone, awaiting a text or call from Nestor, only to find him standing in front of you, longing in his eyes. Your heart swelled at the sight of him. You glanced briefly at the dried blood on his clothes as you took the few steps that would place him in your arms. He held you tightly, pressing his face into the curve of your neck, breathing in the familiar scent of your jasmine perfume. You felt the steady heartbeat in his chest against yours for a moment before stepping back to look over him. You sighed teasingly at his stained clothes.

“What am I going to do with you, Oceteva?”

Nestor grinned sheepishly. “Have a lower water bill probably.”

You laughed, and nudged him towards the laundry room, where you helped him strip down until he stood beside the dryer in just his boxer briefs, leaning casually against the machine. He watched as you began the process of stain removal on his clothes, a process you had refined over the last couple of years with Nestor. While you left his pants and shirt to soak before washing, you glanced over to admire the view of Nestor’s exposed body, smirking to yourself. As your gaze traveled to his face, you recognized the fatigue in his stance and his eyes. With a quiet hum, you traced your fingers lightly over his warm side before lacing them with his. You led him to the living room, bathed in dim yellow lamplight, where you took a seat on the couch with your legs spread and motioned for him to sit on the floor in front you. Relatively early in your relationship, Nestor had confessed just how much he loved when you played with his hair, and so you had always made a point of being the one to do and then undo his hair.

You pulled the little black rubber bands from the bottoms of his two braids, gently running your fingers through the twisted strands to untangle his curls. You were more than a little envious of Nestor’s hair, but being the one who got to play with it felt like an acceptable consolation prize. You worked your way through his hair deliberately, massaging his scalp with your fingertips as you approached the crown of his head, savoring the little sighs and moans that slipped between his lips. Over the years, you had come to associate letting out Nestor’s braids with a weight being lifted, at least for the night; as though each little motion helped to untangle the knots of moral quandary that he carried inside him as a result of his work for the cartel.

In the beginning, Nestor had been hesitant to even get involved with you. He was, understandably, worried about putting you in harm’s way, but he was more worried about the emotional and psychological toll that being even peripherally related to the cartel could cause. It had taken significant convincing on your part to show him that you weren’t afraid, and that you weren’t going anywhere.

When Nestor’s braids were completely undone, you found yourself absentmindedly running your fingers through his hair, parsing out his curls and twirling them around your fingers. His head tipped backwards into your lap, his eyes closed contentedly. As you gazed down at him, at the smoothing of the lines on his face, you smiled, letting your fingers caress his cheekbones, the cut across his temple, his bearded jaw. As your thumb grazed his lower lip, he reached a hand to yours, holding it still to place a soft kiss on your palm. You lowered your face to hover over his, nuzzling his nose, and a contented hum resonated in his chest.

Before you could register what was happening, Nestor had turned towards you, coming onto his knees between your legs. He rested his palms on the tops of your thighs, his thumbs brushing the hem of your silk robe. His grasp was firm and warm and it built a slow fire in your belly. His dark eyes studied you, a mixture of hunger and tenderness swirling in their depths. His grip tightened on your legs and he tugged you slightly forward before tugging at the sash of your robe, letting it fall open. You caught the quick clench of his jaw when he realized you were completely naked underneath. He pushed the robe off your shoulders, resting his head on your stomach and for a moment, all was still.

Slowly, Nestor pressed his lips to your hip, dragging the tip of his nose along your skin, raising goosebumps. Your fingers trailed along his cheek as his head moved lower. He nudged your legs further apart, planting a trail of lazy kisses between your thighs. A sigh slipped out of you and you melted into Nestor’s touch as his tongue dipped between your folds, his touch delicate and teasing. When he felt the first twitch of your hips, beckoning, begging for more, he sank himself deeper, his tongue dancing over your clit while two thick fingers pushed into you.

“God, Nestor,” you moaned, coming undone with his efforts.

A low hum of pleasure built in his chest as your fingers wound themselves into his hair and pulled tenderly, keeping him settled between your legs. You begged him for more as your eyes closed, your head falling back against the couch cushions. You squirmed in his grip, your hips grinding against this mouth.

His fingers picked up the pace, and you gazed down at him, whimpering at the hungry look in his dark eyes as he peered back at you from under his full lashes. He studied you intently, captivated by the way your body writhed before him. His free hand slid in a slow caress up your side, cupping your breast and running his thumb gently over your nipple. Heat radiated across your face as the coil in your belly tightened, so utterly close to snapping. Nestor pushed you further, lapping against your core with a flattened tongue. A new pressure settled behind your eyes as you trembled desperately, every muscle in your body tensed as Nestor took you over the edge. You came hard and loud, your thighs clenching around Nestor’s head instinctively as you rode the jolt of electricity surging through you. Nestor didn’t let up, his mouth and fingers bearing down on you until you were pushing him away, thoroughly overstimulated. He sat back on his heels with a smirk as you panted, your lips parted in reverence.

You pushed yourself up with weak arms, your chest heaving. You reached out and pulled Nestor to you, capturing him in a desperate kiss, not wanting him to be any farther away from you. Whining breathily at the taste of yourself on his tongue, you gripped his hips firmly, guiding him to sit on the couch beside you. You admired the way the soft light in your living room warmed his skin, highlighting the taut planes of his chest and stomach. You swung your leg lazily over his lap, straddling him as his lips delicately brushed the soft skin between your breasts.

You gasped as you lowered yourself onto Nestor’s hard length, warmth reigniting in the base of your belly. His strong hands slipped over your hips and came to rest on your lower back, pulling you closer to him. Your chest rested flush against his, your rapid heartbeats echoing one another’s. You looped your arms around his neck as you pressed your forehead against the crown of his head, rolling your hips against him. Unbridled groans and mumbled words of admiration tumbled from his mouth, his face captive between your breasts. His hands pressed harder on your back, pulling you down to bury himself fully inside you. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, his thumb circling your clit slowly to send you reeling. Nestor tossed his head back, his long curls splayed over the couch cushions, his neck bared to you. You trailed kisses along his neck tattoo, letting your tongue taste the salt on his skin. He murmured your name and you felt him tense beneath you. He took control, fucking up into you, slow and exacting, chasing his high.

It was too much; the tender way Nestor touched you, the building tension in your core, the slow rhythm and heat between your bodies. As his hips bucked beneath you, you came again, head thrown back and back arched, bliss coursing through your veins. The feeling of your walls clenching around Nestor’s cock wrecked him. With a few more erratic thrusts, he clutched you to his chest and spilled himself inside of you, his arms locking you in place. As he came down, he pressed velvet kisses along your cheekbones and across your forehead.

“Gracias por cuidarme, hermosa. (Thank you for taking care of me, beautiful.) Coming home to you keeps me sane,” he mumbled against your temple.

“You deserve to be taken care of, mi amor,” you whispered, running your hands through his loose curls again, watching as his eyelids began to droop at the fond touch. You smiled warmly, satisfied that, at least until tomorrow, Nestor’s braids had been undone and he had been unburdened.

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Left Behind

Nestor Oceteva x Erin Thomas

For Day 21 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: scars / "It's just a scratch."

Warnings: 18+, smut, language, mentions of blood/injury, alcohol

This fic is technically a follow-up to Doctor Recommended but it can be read as a standalone.

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: I went into this with whump in mind and somehow it turned into smut. So. You know. We're being generous with calling this a whump fic lmao. Also I write smut once maybe every five thousand years?? So go easy on me. Honestly, mj said that they need to make out and fuck on the counter and they were so right!!! So here goes!!!

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There was a specific type of stillness in the house since Miguel, Emily, and Cristobal had left. Erin was looking forward to having the entire Galindo mansion all to herself. She knew better than to ask why she hadn’t been part of the family invite to go to whatever event for whatever cover business Miguel was currently opening. The reality was that they were doing her a favor leaving her behind, because it wasn’t like she would’ve had a good time anyway.

She’d had her music on, for the entire afternoon, content to relax and enjoy herself with no spectators around for once. As the afternoon started to fade into the evening, she let herself into Emily’s extensive stash of wine. She figured that it wasn’t as though her sister was really going to notice a bottle or two missing—reality was that someone would probably replace them before anyone else besides Erin even knew that they were gone.

She was upstairs, changing and swapping out her regular clothes for her pajamas. Her cropped t-shirt being exchanged for an over-sized one, jeans being traded in for a pair of soft shorts. She was in the middle of that when she heard the door shutting downstairs.

Neither Miguel nor Emily had mentioned anything about anyone stopping by while they were gone for the next couple of days. Erin figured that maybe one of the various people they hired to help take care of the house, the pool, the garden, the whatever, might stop by at some point. But it was a little late for that. She frowned for a moment, leaning down and reaching underneath what had become her bed for the baseball bat that she’d gotten to keep under there after the last time she got scared and realized that all she had to defend herself were her own two hands.

Emily had laughed and rolled her eyes when Erin came home with it. And why wouldn’t she? Why would a woman whose husband had a whole security team dedicated to keeping her safe and running interference ever feel like she needed an extra line of protection? But Erin didn’t trust anyone enough to not have a failsafe. She definitely didn’t have enough faith in Miguel to trust him blindly.

Creeping quietly across the hallway that led to the staircase, Erin kept her bat raised and at the ready. Her bare feet were silent on the staircase as she slowly made her way down. She was nearly to the bottom step when whoever it was that had entered the house turned her music down. She frowned, adjusting her grip around the handle before stepping onto the first floor of the house.

She heard someone’s footsteps coming from the kitchen, and she felt herself holding her breath as she waited to catch sight of whoever it was, or hear them. There was the muffled clattering of things hitting the counter. She took a couple more steps towards the kitchen when she caught a quick glimpse of him, shuffling around the kitchen putting things away.

She sighed, arms dropping back to her sides, tip of the bat tapping harshly against the hardwood floor. “What the fuck, Nestor?”

He materialized, stepping out around the dividing wall between the kitchen and the rest of the house. “What?”

She made a broad gesture with her empty hand. “Do you ever think to announce yourself? Say hello, maybe?”

“Who else would it be?”

She pointed the bat at him. “That’s exactly my fucking point.”

He shrugged. “Least you brought a bat with you this time.”

Despite the initial urge to laugh at his comment, Erin mentioned to refrain. In turn, she made her own reference to the run-in they’d had about a month prior. “Least you can use both arms this time.”

He didn’t smile but Erin could see the way that he almost wanted to. Perching the bat against her shoulder, she strode into the kitchen. Nestor waited for her to say something else, but when she didn’t, he went back to the task he’d been engrossed in before. Erin leaned against her side of the island, watching as he put things away. All the time that she’d been spending at Emily and Miguel’s house, and she still couldn’t say with certainty if there was anything that necessarily fell outside of Nestor’s scope of responsibility.

“Thought you would’ve been part of the family vacation,” she finally said.

Nestor shrugged, not turning around to face her as he replied, “Could say the same about you.”

Erin laughed at that. “Emily treats me like a feral cat—she’ll feed me at home but she’s sure as shit not gonna bring me anywhere.” She paused. “What’s your excuse?”

He pulled out a bottle of wine, same label as the one that was already on the counter and nearly empty. “Taking care of the feral cat.”

She laughed again. “Oh, he has a sense of humor.” She finally set the bat down, leaning it against the side of the island. “Just takes being in an empty house.” There was a stretch of silence before Erin spoke up again. “You don’t have to stay. Feels like a waste of time.”

He shook his head. “It’s fine.”

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly. “Right. You have a bat.”

She smirked. “Exactly. See? You get it. So go home.”

“Can’t,” he said with another shake of his head.

Erin rolled her eyes. “Your boyfriend isn’t here—you don’t have to listen to him. I’m not gonna snitch on you to Mike if you actually decide to go and try to have a life for the next forty-eight hours.”

“Erin,” exasperation was dripping off the singular word, so much so that he didn’t even have to say anything else.

“Fine,” she rolled her eyes as she walked over to the speaker that her phone was hooked up to, turning the volume back up a bit as she continued, “but you don’t get to turn my music off.”

The two of moved around each other, both working separately in the same space. Nestor was putting away the last few things that he’d brought, and Erin was finally starting to pull something together for dinner. For as much as Nestor wanted to reach over and turn the music back down, he did have to admit that the noise made it so that he didn’t feel like he was supposed to be entertaining some kind of conversation. Erin had no problem doing most of the talking anyway, but this was all much more Nestor’s speed.

Erin was reaching for something in the same cabinet as Nestor when she saw a stain on his sleeve. Normally it wasn’t something that she would notice or pay much mind to, but the rust color that was tarnishing the floral print of his button-down was difficult to ignore.

“What happened to your arm?” she asked, her tone casual as she moved back to the stove.

Nestor’s brows furrowed as he turned his arm over to look at what exactly she was referring to. He frowned, more out of annoyance than pain. Shaking his head, he said, “Nothing.”

Erin chuckled, rolling her eyes. “I don’t think you know what that word means.”

He didn’t want to feed into the argument but before he could stop himself, he said, “It’s fine.”

She stopped, turning so that she was facing him. “It’s nothing,” she mocked, “It’s fine. It’s just a scratch.” She shook her head at him. “You’re gonna lose that arm, dude.”

Nestor took a deep breath, like he was gearing up to have some sort of response that would stop the debate before it began. Instead, he let out a sigh and finished up what he was doing, shutting the cabinet when he was done. Without another word, he turned and started to walk out of the kitchen, giving Erin the space she had clearly been looking forward to having when everyone else had left.

He didn’t even make it past the threshold when she spoke up. “Let me see it.” She watched as he turned around, confusion on his face. “Let me see your arm,” she elaborated.

Nestor wanted to ask why, wanted to have some sort of slick, sarcastic comment in response to the question the same way she seemed to have one for everything that he, or anyone else really, ever said. Nothing came out, though. He simply just shook his head.

“I’m serious,” she said as she took a step in his direction.

“Since when?”

She scoffed. “You know, what? Fine.” She threw her hands up in defeat. “But when you have to get that shit amputated, I’m not going to feel sorry for you.”

The cut really hadn’t been that bad. It hadn’t even needed stitches. And, coming off having to wear a sling for the last month, it hardly even made a blip on his radar. Still, despite the fact that Erin was talking like she was going to give up on the whole thing, Nestor knew better. She was nothing if not incessant. With a deep sigh, he walked back over, undoing the buttons at the cuff of his sleeve as he went.

Rolling the fabric back, Nestor revealed the white gauze that was wrapped around his forearm. Well, the gauze had started off white. It was almost entirely red now, the gash running up his forearm having reopened at some point throughout the day when he hadn’t realized it. He was looking down at the blood-soaked bandage, clearly unimpressed.

When his eyes wandered back up to Erin’s face, he couldn’t get a good read on her expression. It wasn’t really one that he’d seen on her before. He stood and waited for the joke, the jab, but it never came. He watched her shoulders rise and fall in a sigh. Shaking her head, she turned around and went to shut the stove off, clearly abandoning whatever plans she’d had for making dinner for herself.

“What?” he finally asked.

She gestured to the bandage. “You can’t leave it like that.”

He shrugged. “I can take care—”

“Obviously, you can’t. Or won’t. Either way…” her voice trailed off as she walked out of the kitchen and went off to get something to replace the bandage with.

Nestor called after her, but she didn’t even give him a verbal response. All he got was a good look at the back of her head and a waving-off gesture as she went off to do exactly what she wanted to and nothing less.

When she came back, she had a first aid kit in her hands. Nestor watched her from where he was seated at the island. His arm was perched against it, a dish towel keeping him from getting blood all over the countertop.

She set the first aid kit onto the surface of the island next to him. She studied his forearm before she looked him in the eyes again. “Couldn’t take the bandage off while I was gone?”

“I told you it’s fine,” he repeated, no real emotion coming through his voice one way or another.

She rolled her eyes. “How have you lived this long when you have no self-preservation skills?”

Nestor could sense that the question was rhetorical, so he kept his mouth shut as he watched her start to slowly peel away and unravel the gauze that was wrapped around his forearm. The pull of it against the cut that was trying to clot stung every now and then, but he didn’t say anything, didn’t let it show.

The more gauze she unraveled, the more Erin realized that the cut was more serious than she had originally thought. She noticed the way that it continued up underneath his sleeve, skin she didn’t have access to. Exhaling through her nose, she looked up at the ceiling for a second before looking back at Nestor.

“You’re not going to make me ask, are you?”

He lifted is eyebrows slightly. “Ask what?”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “So you are going to make me ask, make me feel like some kind of creep.” She tapped the rolled up sleeve of his shirt. “Take this off.”

Much to Erin’s surprise, Nestor didn’t bat an eye at the request. She figured that he would drag it out, or just outright refuse. But he just reached and started to undo the buttons on his dress-shirt. He wasn’t looking at her as he said, “Wasn’t a question, but alright.”

She laughed quietly. “Can’t say no if it’s not a question.”

That got half of a smirk out of him. Erin was picking through the kit on the counter. Even though she wasn’t looking at him, out of the corner of her eye she couldn’t help but to notice all of the ink on his chest and stomach. She expected him to have on a tank top or a t-shirt underneath—it was a surprise but it wasn’t one that she was upset about.

Her eyes were still trained on the bandages in the first aid kit as she said, “No undershirt? Seems a little scandalous for the workplace.”

Nestor huffed out something that was almost a chuckle. “Wasn’t expecting to have to take my shirt off.”

She looked over at him then, eyes moving even though her head didn’t. “That’s fair.”

That was the last comment she made about it as she went back to taking off what little gauze was still wrapped around his arm. She promptly tossed the bloodied bandage into the trash can before grabbing a washcloth to run under warm water, something to clean off the dried blood that was still stuck to his skin.

Nestor was surprised at how careful and gentle she was as she cleaned the blood away. With someone who seemed to move through life with nothing but reckless abandon, he wasn’t mentally prepared for her to have such a deft hand with this. He didn’t comment on it, though.

“Should I even bother asking how this happened?” Erin couldn’t even try to venture a guess. Despite what Nestor had said to her before, it was much more than just a scratch. If it had been any worse he definitely would’ve needed stitches. He probably still needed to get it checked out by a professional but she was sure that that hadn’t happened. Then he’d have to give some doctor an explanation that wasn’t whatever illegal activities had most definitely caused the injury.

He didn’t want to tell her, but he didn’t want to lie to her, either. So, he shook his head. “No.”

She smiled even though she knew she probably shouldn’t. “Right.”

Even though Nestor very rarely took the time to take as much care of his injuries as he should, he did know basic first aid. Maybe it wasn’t fair, but his default was thinking that Erin probably didn’t. He kept a close eye on her as she worked. Even with the music in the background, it still felt like the house was extremely quiet. Nestor was watching Erin and her singular focus on his arm, the way that she finished cleaning and started wrapping it back up again. He had been waiting for an opportunity to advise or correct her, but it didn’t happen.

He wanted to ask her how she got so good efficient at it, why she was able to do it so confidently, but he had the feeling that he wasn’t going to get a straight answer out of her. He watched with piqued interest as she tied off the last of the gauze, the small knot resting on his arm just enough to the side where it wouldn’t get in the way of him comfortably resting his arm against the counter or anything else.

She finally pried her eyes from his arm and looked back up at his face. “Any other injuries I should know about?”

He shook his head, fighting harder than he cared to admit to keep a neutral expression—he’d never hear the end of it if he let her know that he was impressed. “No.”

Shrugging, she walked back towards the sink. “Alright.”

Now that she didn’t have to devote her focus to the open wound on his arm, Erin took a moment to actually look at the rest of him. She knew that she shouldn’t have been surprised, necessarily, to find out that most of him was covered in tattoos, but she still found herself staring longer than she should’ve as she scrubbed his blood from her hands.

When she looked back up at his face, she found him already staring at her. Her face suddenly felt hot and this warmth wasn’t coming from the wine she’d been drinking all evening. Clearing her throat, she reached and shut the faucet off. “Shit’s probably gonna scar,” she said, nodding towards his arm as she dried her hands. “It’s probably going to mess up your ink.”

He shook his head, holding his button-down in his hand but not making any move to put it back on yet. “I’m used to it.”

Erin chuckled, not sure what else was a proper response to that statement. “Good? I guess?” She shook her head as she walked back over to him. “What the hell am I supposed to say to that?”

“You always come up with something.”

It wasn’t untrue. However, now that she was closer to him, she had a hard time coming up with something to say about anything. She looked at his other tattoos, all of the ink splattered across his chest and down his arms, territory that was usually buried underneath one of what seemed like a thousand different floral dress shirts. And, sure enough, when she looked closely at a few of them, she could see the blemishes, scars that broke up what used to be perfect lines and seamless shading. All that damage and for what?

Before she even knew what she was doing, Erin reached out and traced her fingertips along one of the raised scars that was just below Nestor’s shoulder, running parallel to it and stopping just before it reached his arm. He didn’t pull away, didn’t flinch in the slightest. But it only took a couple seconds for Erin to realize what she was doing, quickly yanking her hand back as embarrassment flooded her face, a look that Nestor wasn’t acquainted with on her.

“Shit. Sorry. That,” she laughed nervously, “that was fucking weird of me.”

“It’s fine.” The words didn’t match up with the neutral expression on his face, but neutral was the best Nestor could do as he tried to figure out what he was actually feeling.

Erin laughed, shaking her head. “No, it’s n—” She stopped herself short when she finally looked him in the eyes again, the look in them one that she hadn’t seen before.

Nestor watched the embarrassment melt away from her expression the longer that she stood there looking at him. She wanted to say something, do something, but never in her life had she been able to gauge what Nestor was actually feeling or thinking. The last thing she wanted to do was make this situation anymore volatile than she already had. Part of her wanted to try and walk away, but it felt like her feet were glued to the floor.

Unable to make herself do anything else, she reached and rested her hand against him again, fingertips brushing over his scar, the tattoo that it cut through, her palm resting just far enough onto his chest for her to be able to feel how quickly his heart was hammering away in his chest. Her eyes slowly pried away until she was looking at his face again, and she was met with an expression that even though she’d never seen it on him, she knew exactly what it meant.

Nestor saw the way that she opened her mouth to say something, and he didn’t give her the chance to. Before either of them could fully process what was happening, Nestor was up out of his chair, shirt falling to the floor, crowding her back against the edge of the island as his lips crashed into hers.

There was no resistance, like she’d been expecting it, hoping for it. She pushed up into him, her hand sliding up just enough to grip onto his shoulder, nails digging in like a cue to give her more. He had one hand braced against the edge of the counter on either side of her, caging her in. He leaned against her more, the heat radiating off his chest enough to soak through her shirt onto her own skin.

She brought both hands up, resting them on either side of his neck for a moment before allowing them to slide down, fingers splaying as they raked over his chest. She lightly pulled his lip between her teeth as she pulled away. Even when they’d come back up for air, their lips weren’t even an inch apart, each of them able to feel the other’s unsteady breaths.

“Fuck,” the word came out hushed, nearly buried underneath her breath and the music that was still filling the kitchen.

Nestor hesitated, trying to figure out if that reaction was a good one or a bad one. He didn’t move, waiting for some other cue from her about whether he should leave, or whether he should keep going. He knew which of those options he was hoping it’d be.

He was about to ask if she was okay when she slid her hands back up, interlocking them behind his neck so that she could pull him back down into another kiss. Nestor wasted no time in obliging, bringing his hands to the small of her back for a moment before sliding them down over her ass until they were resting on the backs of her thighs. Without pulling his lips off of hers, Nestor lifted her up, hooking her legs around his waist as he set her on the edge of the island.

He brought his hands to the tops of her thighs, digging his fingers into the flesh there enough so that he could pull her closer, tighter, until the only space between his hips and hers were the clothes between them. He felt her lock her legs tighter around him, not allowing either of them space to pull away as his hands crept up her legs.

Nestor pulled his lips off hers only to drag them along her jaw and down onto her neck. He grazed his teeth along the sensitive skin there, feeling the way her nails sank into the exposed skin of his back as he did. She could feel the way his lips curled into the first real smile she’d ever gotten out of him as one of his hands slipped up well past the hem of her shorts, thumb finding the space where her thigh met her hip.

She caught his lips with hers as his hand strayed between her legs. He eagerly swallowed the moan she let out as he pulled her panties to the side, allowing him to feel what he’d done to her. If there had been any hesitation left in his body at all, it was gone the second he felt her grinding against his hand. She more than willingly took whatever he was giving her, one of her hands resting against the back of his head to keep his lips pinned to hers as she tried to pull more and more from him.

When he recoiled the slightest bit, putting just a fraction of distance between them, Erin couldn’t stop the whine that escaped her. Nestor’s eyes bore into hers, tongue running along his bottom lip as he tried to commit the sound to memory. He couldn’t take his eyes off her face as his hands landed on the waistband of her shorts. He was twisting his fingers into the fabric as he took in the hazy look in her eyes, her kiss-swollen lips.

He felt like he was supposed to have something to say, but that’d never been his strong suit. Instead, he gave a slight tug at her waistband, a wordless call for assistance. Bracing her hands against his shoulders, she obliged, lifting her hips off the island just enough to slide her shorts down off of them. She unhooked her legs from around his waist, allowing him to put space between them just enough so that he could slide them off and let them drop to the floor.

His lips were back on hers in a second, hand trailing down over the fabric of her shirt, only to slip underneath it and travel their way back up, calloused hands traveling over the soft skin of her stomach and sides. It was only then that he realized that Erin had some unexplained scars of her own, the ridges and divots of them passing beneath the pads of his fingers. Questions for another night.

He’d been so distracted by his own wandering hands that he almost missed the way that hers were now working at the buckle of his belt. She made quick work of it, not having any issues despite the fact that she was flying blind. Nestor’s breath caught in his throat as she undid the button and zipper of his slacks as well.

Nestor took the cues he’d been given, hands moving to grip onto her hips. She let him guide her forward, precarious on the edge of the counter but she trusted him not to let her drop. The string of raspy curses that Nestor let out as he slid into her made a smirk pull at the edge of her mouth for just a moment before her mouth was back on his again.

Erin had one hand on his shoulder, one wrapped around the edge of the counter to keep herself steady. There was something in the fierceness of his grip, how tightly he kept his hold on her, that almost made Erin want to put up a bit of a fight. She wanted to make him work for it, just because she could. But he felt too good sliding in and out of her to try and make him stop or slow down now. Next time.

Nestor moved one hand, temporarily releasing the bruising grip he had on her hips as he brought his hand up to the side of her face. His hand rested there, thumb dragging along her cheekbone for a moment until she pulled her lips off of his. The softness of the gesture in contrast to everything else had caught her off-guard. He ran his thumb along her bottom lip, watching the way she fought to get her composure back, a pointless task if ever there was one.

He lingered, thumb against her chin, lips mere centimeters from hers. He wondered how long he was going to be able to drag the moment out for. However, he’d hardly finished thinking the thought when Erin wrapped her legs tighter around him, pulling him farther into her and putting his lips back against hers in a clumsy, needy kiss.

It was all hands and teeth and shuddered breath as the two of them fought just to see how close they could get. The intensity had caught Erin off-guard coming from someone who never seemed to bat an eye or be enthusiastic about anything. It was almost like he was a completely different man sinking his teeth into the space where her neck met her shoulder. She felt the way his intensity picked up, movements a little more desperate. Her nails raked across his back, trying to anchor herself in the midst of feeling like she was losing herself in him.

It felt like it took more effort than it should to try and untangle herself from around him when it was over. For a minute, neither of them even tried. Nestor let her stay wrapped around him and she let him keep leaning against her and the island beneath her for support. The rise and fall of their chests were drastic, out of sync as Nestor rested his forehead against hers.

Erin’s hands slid down so that her palms were flat against his chest again. She didn’t pull away from him as she felt the thrum of his heartbeat beneath her hand. Once she caught her breath enough, she managed a quiet laugh.

Nestor didn’t even pull away at that, instead he just asked, “What?”

She let the sound of his breathless voice bounce around her brain for a few moments before finally making herself answer. “Not sure what I’m supposed to say to you.”

There was a half-smile on Nestor’s face as he pulled back to be able to look her in the eyes. “That all it took?”

She laughed a little harder, shaking her head at him. “Shut up.” Finally taking her hands off him, she placed them on the counter. “Can I have my underwear now? And my shorts?”

She ran her hands down her face as Nestor readjusted himself and picked her clothes up off the floor. He handed them to her, watching as she shook her head. She pulled them up her legs, managing to just get them over her hips.

“Well, now that we’ve thoroughly disrespected Mike and Emily’s counter,” she said with a laugh as she hopped down, feet landing silently on the floor, “I’m gonna go, you know, shower.”

Nestor looked down at her, noticing the way that she was still pinned between him and the edge of the counter behind her. His face went back to being hard to read as he nodded at her. “Okay.”

“You’re not gonna be, like, fuckin’ weird about this, right?” she asked, not really sure what him being weird about it would even look like.

He shook his head. “No.”

“Good. Reassuring,” there was her usual hint of sarcasm in her voice as she said it. When he didn’t move to let her leave, Erin found her eyes traveling all over him again, the reality sinking in that it might be the first and last time that she got to see him like this. Her gaze finally landed back on his bandaged arm, the thing that got this entire mess started. She touched it lightly with her fingers, noticing the way that he didn’t pull away from her. “So now do I get to know what happened?”

Shaking his head slightly, he moved to the side, allowing her to leave. “Go shower.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was still a smile on her face as she said, “Whatever.”

Just when she was about to walk out of the kitchen, Nestor called after her, “Don’t forget your bat.”

Turning around, she faced him as she kept walking, in the opposite direction. “If you’re here, I apparently don’t need it, so,” she threw her hands up before turning back around and making her way up the stairs.

Nestor shook his head at her as he watched her silently make her way back up the stairs. Once she was out of sight, he swiped his bloodied shirt up off the floor, holding it in his hand as he walked over and, once again, turned her music down. Dragging his free hand down his face, he looked up at the ceiling for a moment as he tried to wrap his mind around what had just happened.  Taking a deep breath, he tried not to overthink it. He couldn’t help but to look at the bandage wrapped around his arm, couldn’t stop the tiny hint of a smile that crossed his face as he looked at it, not caring about the mess that was sure to follow.

[iamaslutforcoffee]

Just Pretend

Character list & Introduction

Nestor Oceteva Main Character- Head of security to Miguel and Emily Galendo

Fleur Nicole Losa Main Character daughter of Hank Losa. Best friend to Angel Reyes, Emily Galindo.

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Santo Padre, California is not where Fleur wanted to be back, but a call from someone she considers a close family brings her crawling back with no questions asked.

Once back in town, Fleur meets a certain individual that intrigues her and after finding out he's the head of security to her best friend's organization, she figures out quickly that the trouble isn't worth the heartache she would no doubtly endure.

But they both fall in love, and fall hard they do.

[danzer8705]

Oh shit! God I love me some Nessy! 🔥🥵

can i request a Nestor fic where the reader broke it off with him but they see each other and he immediately gets the hint that the reader wants to hook up — smutty plss? 🙈

A/N: I know I am so late writing this, and I haven’t posted in forever, but I hope this makes up for it. You didn’t specify what kind of ending you wanted, so I kinda kept it neutral; Nestor has me squirming just by the way he walks okay bye👀🍓

Warnings: unprotected sexual intercourse, a bit of dirty talk, not proofread

/ Masterlist

It was supposed to be a chill night, to get out of the house for a while and relax. But then he spotted you, having fun with your friends, and he immediately wanted to go home.

You and Nestor had broken up over a month ago, but to him it was still fresh. He wasn’t the one who came up with the decision, but he had to admit that your reasons were fair: he wasn’t home much, he did a dangerous job, he prioritized Miguel over you at anytime… he understood. Still, he was hurt. Then, your gazes met and your smile slightly faltered. You took a moment to look him over, he was wearing dark pants ad a dark shirt, a few buttons undone, his chest peeking out from under it. Handsome as ever. You instinctively licked and bit your lip, turning your eyes away from him and trying to focus on your friends again. It was hard. Every time you glanced back, he was there, you could feel his eyes on you and it made you all hot, knowing you still had his attention even after a month of not being together. You excused yourself and he watched as you got up, glancing at him over your shoulder before heading to the bathroom, hoping he’d get the hint.

You got into the small bathroom, the other opened not even a minute later, Nestor entering the small space and locking the door. You two stood in front of each other, chest to chest, for a couple seconds, not talking, until he took charge and crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was hot, all teeth and tongue, both of you fighting for domination, and it felt like you had never been apart.

From there, it was all ragged breaths, pants, and soft moans. You found yourself pushed against the sink, your dress hiked up on your waist while his pants were unbuckled just enough for him to free himself and pump his dick, your panties resting in the back pocket of his slacks. Your cockiness was replaced with submission for the man standing behind you.

He was the first to speak. “How do you want it?”, he whispered, and you could feel his breath against the back of your head, on the nape of your neck. “Hard”, was your only answer. And despite what you said, he slowly put his tip against your entrance, stroking you and collecting your juices. “Beg for it”, he started to push in ever so slowly and the stretched felt so good you forgot to what he asked you.

“I said beg”, his tone was harsher now, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back. A warning that he wasn’t playing around, he was in control and you had to obey. “Please, Nestor, fuck me hard”, you didn’t hesitate, this time, giving him what he wanted. “Give it to me like I know you can”, you said, your voice strained because of how much your head was pulled back. He was still slow as he bottomed out, stopping for a second to contain himself, and his other hand gripped your hip in a bruising hold, nails digging into your skin. He placed a chaste kiss on your shoulder before he started moving his hips at a punishing pace, letting all his frustration out, making up for all the lost time. You couldn’t contain your moans, and you didn’t care if people outside could hear you.

Having Nestor fuck you raw always had you feeling like you were on cloud nine. And this time wasn’t different. You almost came when you opened your eyes and looked at the reflection in the mirror: Nestor had his hair pulled up in a ponytail, his eyes closed, lips lightly parted as he was losing himself in fucking you. His eyes snapped open when you clenched around him, alerting him you were getting close to your orgasm. He met your eyes in the mirror and smirked, letting your hair go and grabbing your chin, keeping your head in place as he spoke into your ear.

“You like that? Like watching me fuck you senseless? You get off on being treated like a slut, don’t you?”, he smirked even more when you whined loudly and closed you eyes, your body feeling to hot as your brain couldn’t form coherent sentences to answer him. All you could do was nod frantically and push your hips back to meet his thrusts, and you could feel you were almost there.

He licked your neck, softly biting the flesh, and as soon as your body jolted against his, he knew exactly what he had to do. “I know you’re close – he said, his thrusts always fast and hard, and he wrapped his arms around your torso and buried his head in your neck – let me feel you cum all over my dick”. It only took you a couple more thrusts to fulfil his request, and he kept you standing as your body shivered and trembled in his arms. He chuckled when he released you from his hold and you rested your body on the cold surface of the bathroom countertop, completely spent. His hands found your hips again, bringing your body back into his, as he, too, was nearing his climax.

“Where do you want it?”, his voice was hoarse and he couldn’t wait to let go, he had been holding off for too long. Your voice was a bit more sure than moments before as you muttered a “inside”, and he growled as he gave a couple thrusts before stilling his hips against yours and filling you up. Your eyes closed at the familiar feeling of his cum spilling out, and you both took some time to calm down your breathing.

Once he pulled out, you fixed your clothing, him doing the same, trying not to look like you’d just fucked in a bar’s bathroom. You swallowed as your eyes met his again, and this time was different. The neediness gone and replaced with awkwardness. You had just fucked your ex-boyfriend after not hearing or seeing him for a month… what did it mean? You decided not to think about it, and instead you motioned for the door. “I think I’m gonna go, now – his only answer was a nod, he crossed his arms over his chest – I’ll see you around, Nestor”, your hand lightly waved at him and just like you had come in there, you unlocked the door and went out.

The only thing he had left was your panties.

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[frattsparty]

My Heart Needed You Part 30

An: Just a filler until we get to our wedding - I may or may not have also written a chapter that’s like 4 years ahead. It’s fine. Obvs didn’t really edit because ya know I’ve had to write so much for work I just couldn’t get myself to do a hard edit.

Warnings: Smut. Nestor being everything we need.

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Hailey’s POV 

Six weeks has come and gone, today is your final major postpartum appointment and you can’t wait to be fully cleared. Since the night Nestor left Niko with Maria the two of you have been a little on edge with each other, and all you want to do is go for a long run. But you can’t until you have the full all clear. 

You also miss sex with Nestor but between being nervous about pain and unsure of your new body, and then the whole giving him a cold shoulder thing, you’re kind of avoiding that topic with him now. Hoping out of the shower you wrap yourself in a towel, using a hair tie to pile your hair on your head. 

Going into the closet you pull out a pair of leggings and a cropped workout tank top and tossing them in the bed. You hear a small cry coming from the living room, and as you made your way down the hall you can hear Nestor talking to Niko. 

“It’s okay, mijo, we’re okay. Moms getting a shower, she needs time for her.” You can see him bouncing around, his finger holding the pacifier. “Mommy’s so good to us isn’t she? We’re lucky men, don’t ever forget that.” Staying quiet you stay back to keep watching and listening, enjoying the soft side of Nestor. Niko has finally calmed down, and is currently just watching Nes. “There we go bud, see you can count on daddy. I know I messed up the other night, and I really hurt your mommy. But I’m going to make it up to her. I have a surprise planned for the three of us, but you can’t tell her.”

After a little more bouncing and quiet talks, Nestor finally turned facing the hallway. Catching sight of you still wrapped in a towel. His smile is bright, genuine, and relaxed. “Hey, babe.” Heading over to you he bends down leaving a kiss on your lips. “How much did you hear?” 

“Enough to know that you’re forgiven and I love you.” Grabbing his face you pull him down for another kiss. “I’m going to get dressed, then I’ll be ready. You’re coming with me?” 

“If you want me to, even if it’s just to keep him happy in the waiting room.” Looking down at the baby in his arms you’re in awe that he’s yours. And like he knows you’re thinking of him he smiles, his first smile.

“Nes! Did you see that?” You look up and see him smiling down at both of you. 

“God, he’s so amazing!” Nodding, you can’t help but stare at Niko. “Can you believe we made that?” 

“I mean we’re pretty great so I’m not really surprised.” Wrapping your arm around his waist, leaning into him, resting one hand on Niko’s head. “I want another.” 

Chuckling Nestor’s arm tightens around you, “Right now?” 

“No, I want to get my wedding. But after that, let’s have another one.” 

“You got it, babe. I'll give you as many babies as you want.” Leaning down he kisses your temple, “I’m really sorry you know, I didn’t mean to scare you or anything.” 

“I know. I could have been a little calmer, but you know these hormones just have me on another level lately.” Your eyes meet his, both of you letting go of your anger and guilt. You can’t help but smile, regardless of what happens he’s your person, he’s taken care of you endlessly these last 6 weeks. Caring for you and Niko with gentleness, unending love, and pure obsession. “You’re enough Nestor, even on days where you make me mad, you’re it. You’re all I want.” 

“You’re everything.” Glancing at his watch he taps your butt, “Get dressed, we’re supposed to be at you appointment in an hour. If you hurry we can get good coffee on the way in.” 

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The waiting room is packed, and your appointment is already 40 minutes late. If you’re honest, sitting here with your 6-week old in a room of strangers is kind of freaking you out. Your knee is bouncing and you can't stop fidgeting with your hands. Every few minutes you grab Nestor’s arm and check the time on his watch. 

“Hails, you need to relax.” His hand lands on your knee keeping it from moving. 

“I don’t like having him around all of these people.” 

“Want me to take him outside? I don’t mind.” Nestor looks over at you and you know he’s being honest. He would do whatever it takes to keep you from freaking out. 

Just as you were about to agree Niko starts crying, and you know he’s wanting to eat. He's been clustering feeding nearly every hour for that last week. “Ugh, I knew I should have pumped a bottle before we came.” Handing Nestor your coffee, you pick Niko up and work on adjusting your top. Nestor the sweet man that he is helps to get Niko settled and gets a blanket so you feel more comfortable. “Good?” You nod, using the hand not holding Niko to rub his cheek, something he’s become accustomed to and now demands the extra love when he eats. 

For the next 15 minutes while you fed Niko, Nestor held your cold coffee up so you could take a drink, ran his fingers through your hair or up and down the back of your neck. His whole focus totally on you, as if you were the only two in the room. As Niko finished eating and you needed to redress Nestor helped, ensuring you stayed covered without flashing anyone. 

Handing Niko to Nestor you grab a cloth and throw it over his shoulder as he burps him, which he does quickly as usual. Luckily he fell asleep on Nestor’s shoulder just as the nurse called your name. “Come with me?” 

“Always.” He winks and follows you to the back, where you are weighed and led to a room. 

“I think he’s milk drunk.” Nestor says as he moves Niko to rest in his arms, his mouth completely open, a little milk on the corners, his arms stretched wide. “I don’t want him to grow up, he’s just so perfect.”

You laugh, “Nes, he will be just as perfect when he’s grown.”

“Yeah, but he won’t let me cuddle him like this.”

“Nestoorrr, don’t bring up emotional things.” You sniffle, and look up blinking to hold the tears. “You know I can’t control these things!” 

“Sorry, babe.” Leaning over he kisses the side of your head just as your doctor enters. Looking more frazzled than you’ve ever seen her. 

“Im so sorry, Hailey. Oh my gosh you brought him with you, he’s getting so big.” She rushes around the room, checking that she has what she wants. “Okay, go ahead and remove your pants and hop up.” 

You do as she says, and as you get settled and as she does her exam she asks questions about how you’re feeling, any issues, and how Niko has been. And in fifteen minutes she’s taking her gloves off telling you to sit up. “Everything looks great, you’ve healed and recovered so well. You have the all clear from me to resume all activities, just pace yourself.” 

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Nestor’s POV 

After lunch you return home, Hailey doesn’t know it yet but you have a long weekend planned in San Diego. It isn’t far or anything you haven’t done before, but you knew you couldn’t get her further away. 

Since Niko was happily fed and sleeping when you got home Hailey put him in his crib, both of you hoping he would sleep for a little while longer. As she left the room you came up and wrapped her in your arms and kiss her lips, soft at first but both of going to deepen it, soon you’re both moaning and pulling each other closer. 

“I have a surprise planned for you, Hails.” You get out after pulling back from her. She has her hands resting on your chest, looking up at you. “We have reservations this weekend in San Diego, a suite with beach views, a private hot tub, and apparently the best room service you can get.” Running your fingers across her skin you bring up the hard part. “I thought your parents could keep Niko, they are ready if you are, otherwise the hotel has a crib for our suite ready too.”

You can see her brain working, trying to decide what she wants. “The choice is yours, I will not be mad at whatever choice you make, I’m just happy to get you away for the weekend.”

“Let’s go just you and me.” Her whispered words could bring you to your knees. 

“Yeah?” You pull her to you. 

“Mhmm, just us. When do we leave?” Her arms wrapped around your neck. 

“Now. Your mom is waiting, and I have all you’ll need packed.” Leaning down you capture her lips again. “Let’s get Nikos things ready, and we’ll go.” 

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It took nearly an hour to say goodbye to Niko and for her tears to stop, but as you walk into your suite you can see her relax, and the smile she gives makes you instantly hard. 

“So Nestor, what are your plans?” She asks as she sauntered over to the wall of windows, the late evening sun shining around her like an Angel. 

“Well, first I’m going to slowly strip you down, then,” moving closer you lean in and speak directly at her ear, “I’m going to lay you out in the bed and I’m going to kiss, bite and suck every inch of your skin. Like this.” Kissing the sensitive spot just below her ear you give it a small nip before licking over it. “After that, I’m going to climb on top of you, and sink so deep into you that you’ll feel me for days. Then I plan to spend as much time as possible this weekend buried in you, whether you are spread out on the bed, on your knees, on top of me, up against a wall, maybe right here in front of these windows. But it’s me and you all weekend.” 

She’s leaning fully back on you, her head to the side giving you access to kiss her neck. Her breathing is faster, goosebumps have risen along her skin, her cheeks have a soft pink to them. “How does that sound?” 

“Perfect.” Turning in your arms she crashes her lips to yours, a determination behind them. “Love me, Nes. I’m ready.”

Your hands find the way to the hem of her shirt and you pull it over her head, eyes landing on the red lace bra highlighting her bigger breasts. Your hand skins the bare skin of her arms, back and stomach, before reaching her leggings which you slowly pull off, getting on your knees to help her out, eyes now level with the matching red lace thong that’s doing very little to hide her need for you. 

Getting to your feet you let your hands run up her legs, landing on her hips. Stepping back you take her in, but your heartbreaks when she tries to cover her stomach and she won’t meet your eyes. “Hails, you so fucking beautiful. Don’t cover yourself.” 

“I just don’t look like I used to yet.” Her eyes reach yours, and you can see the vulnerability. Grabbing her face you pull her in. 

“You’re perfect, this body gave us the greatest gift, you made and carried a baby, then delivered him and now this body nourishes him. It’s incredible and I love it more and more each day. So don’t hide it from me.“ leaning down you kiss her, pulling her body to yours. 

Her hands are exploring your chest, until suddenly she’s pushing you back. Your confused look makes her giggle, “you have too many clothes on, Nes.” Pushing her to sit on the bed she crosses her legs, completely naked as she watches you strip. Once you are equally as naked you make your way to her, push her shoulder until she’s flat in her back, legs spread so you fit between her thighs. Kissing first her forehead, cheeks, nose, lips and chin, then slowly moving down exploring from her neck to her chest, down to her tummy, her hips, and then the sensitive skin of her thighs. 

“I’ve missed this, getting to be with you like this.” You mummer as you continue to her core, going slow to get her wound up. 

“Please, Nes.” She's squirming, pushing herself closer to your face. Clamping your hands on her hips you hold her in place. 

“I’m taking my time, remember, I want to go slow, making sure you feel nothing but pleasure.” Her whimpers and whines push you forward, licking, sucking, and nipping at her clit, in no time she’s nearly shaking with an orgasm. Before she comes down, you insert a finger and then another, her gasp turns into a moan, and her hand lands on your head pushing you into her. 

“That’s my girl, take what you need.” Your lips work harder, before pulling back again, causing her growl. “I want you to come, Hails.” That’s all it took for her to go right over the edge. Once she comes down you slowly kiss your way back up her body. 

“Are you sure you’re ready? I know you were nervous, we don’t have to do this.” It kills you to say it, but if she’s not ready then that is that. “You’re in charge.” 

“I’m ready,” her hands are on your cheek, thumbs rubbing gently. “I trust you, I know you’ll always take care of me.” 

“Always, if you need me to stop just say so.” Kissing her neck you pull back, meeting her eyes. “You’re in charge.” 

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Haileys POV 

You meant what you said, you trusted him and you knew he would take care of you. His lips on your neck has your body burning with desire. Waiting six weeks has been torture, and you are so ready to be fully connected to him again. 

“I’m ready, Nes, I promise.” Leaning up you kiss his lips, pulling him closer to you and wrapping your legs around his hips. 

His hand makes it’s way between you, lining him self up and he slowly enters you. Taking his time, pausing when you sucked in a breath at the burn of the stretch. “Too much?” 

“No, just feeling really stretched.” Taking another second you wiggle your hips, finding a more comfortable position. Once the pain is gone you nod at Nestor whose eyes were worried. “I’m okay, I need you to move.”

Slowly he pushes in the rest of the way, fully settled inside of you, his hands finding yours and stretching them beside your help. Being this close again felt good. 

“You feel so good, Hails.” His lips find your temple, cheeks and nose before kissing your lips. “Fucking perfect.” He starts moving in and out at a slow pace, eyes watching your reaction. 

Both of you are breathing heavier, your body craving more. “Harder.” You whisper, your nails scratching down Nestor’s back. His pace isn’t faster, but his body slamming into yours harder. The room fills with your moans and his grunts.

“Is this what you want, baby?” You gasp after a few rough, fast thrusts. “Want me too fuck you like this?” 

“Yes, I love this.” Your hands reach his ass, nails digging in as you pull him closer. “I’m so fucking close, Nes.” 

“Me too.” His hand lands between your legs, rubbing circles on your clit before he pinches it, “cum with me.” He grunts in your ear. His growl and your scream fill the room. You’re  clinging to him as you both come down, trying to catch your breath. He moves to roll off of you, but you hold him tighter. 

“No, not yet. I want to feel you inside me a little longer.” He smiles down at you, his real, free and happy smile, and bends down to kiss you. A soft, gentle kiss. 

“I love you, Hails.” 

You can’t help the wide smile that spreads across your face, the emotion stirring inside, tears pricking your eyes, “and I love you, Nes.” 

[zaenight]

Continues from last chapter

Ep 1 Perro/oc pt2

Saw the new eps and lets just whew.

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"ambos hombros, uno dislocado y otro baleado."

Angel said as Sage passed the elder man a flashlight.

(both his shoulders , one dislocated and another shot.)

"va a ser un tiempo está en su músculo." The doctor said as Sage checked over the wound nodding.

(its gonna be awhile it's in his muscle)

"What's he saying,Tell him I'm an La mexican." Creeper said.

"Don't worry I don't know what their saying either." Jess said patting his knee.

The boys Joked around Saying creeper wanted a sex change.

The La mexican was very confused , Sage even let out a few chuckles.

Jess had no Idea what was being said , so she sat with Creeper,who was asking what the hell they were saying as he grunted in pain , Sage telling him not to move.

The guys Laughed as it was time to go , The girls having to go with them , saying their goodbye's to the doctor , and a very confused and concerned Creeper.

"When you guys comin' back ? , Angel , Guys." Creeper questioned as they walked out laughing.

Onto the busy streets , stopping at a place , The girls hanging outside with Ez.

An older man started yelling at a little boy who stole some corn , catching the trio's attention.

"dejalo, el esta conmigo." Ez said as Jess helped the boy up asking if was okay.

(leave him , he's with me)

"solo tenia hambre señor." Sage stated with a glare as the boy's hand held onto Jessie's arm

(He was just hungry sir )

The man said he didn't pay him as Ez pulled out a dollar.

"Estás bien?" Ez questioned as the boy stayed silent.

(You okay)

A woman came up to them , the girls knew who she was , Sage and her communicated with their eyes , not that the other two noticed.

"Gracias." She said as they walked away , two of the  girls with her looked like they wanted to go to Sage , As Ez looked away for a second , she signed she'll see them soon.

As they walked away they heard her telling him he had to be faster than that.

"De nada." Ez said as they walked away , He noticed them go into the same building as his brother.

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"Well that was somthing , whatcha reading Ez peazy ? , get it , Ez Peazy." Jess rambled as Sage let out a breath.

"Just a book." Ez stated as they were startled by A police siren.

As they got up they noticed them around a dead man , how they didn't notice , who knows.

They looked at the words on one of the walls saying , "Mata Al Diablo Resuctia Mexico."

(Kill the Devil Resuctia Mexico)

"Damn." Jess said as Angel,Gilly, and Coco came out.

"Hey! Ready to go home boy scout?" Angel said to Ez.

"Actually I need him to help me with somthing ,  can you take Jess to the Clubhouse , Please ?" Sage stated.

"Yeah sure bone lady." Angel said.

"Don't call me bones , and don't flirt with Jess." Sage stated as the reached the bikes ,with Jess getting on the back of Gilly's Bike,however what the youngest trager,or really nobody noticed as Coco slighty clenched his jaw and jealous stare.

"I'll give you directions." Sage said as she got on the back of Ez's bikr and then rode off from the others.

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"Here we are." She said telling Ez she needed help Fixing the Sinks and outside lights , you would think they would've been fixed already.

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"You sweat alot , here drink." Sage said as Ez , who was now in a  tank top , sweaty , said thanks.

"What made you two move out here?" Ez questioned.

"What made you start prospecting , did my research , You did eight years for killing a cop , accidently , got the rest shaved off , why waste it here?" Sage asked non chalant as the man tensed.

"You don't beat around the bush do you?" He said his gaze soft as he looked at.

"I don't know what that means." She said as she grabbed his bicep , looking at his tattoo.

Her fingers traced the line work , Ez stared at her face , her eyes stuck on the artwork.

"You know if you keep looking at me like that , I might think you want to sleep with me." She said to him.

"Maybe , maybe I just wanna get too know you , take it from there." Ez said raising a brow with a small smile , she wasn't like anyone he's ever met.

"I can do that , occasional flings , but if you want somthing more , that will be turned into a patch , and then we'll go from there , last relationship with a mayan didn't end well." She said tracing his Jawline , and Pointing at his Prospect badge.

"Heard you were related to a Son , how does that work?." He questioned.

"I don't know we were inlove , then he was gone , we were young , eight years ago , when I turned 20 , me and Jess moved out of our uncles , tried to stay away from club shit." She said helping him up , taking off his sweaty tank top.

😃*Small smut warning*😃

"But Enough of that , Show me what you've got Prospect , Are you a little bitch , or are you a beast trying to escape his cage." Sage said Grabbing his belt.

Ez lifted Sage's shirt as she unbuckled his belt , his eyes noticied two scars , one looked to be created by a jagged knife , the other right below her belly button , however that was a gun shot.

Sage noticed the small storm brewing in his eyes , rage and lust mixed together as he traced the scars.

Sage grabbed his hand as she stared into his eyes , she's had flings before , but this , this was diffrent , like when she was with Esai.

"It happened a long time ago, all my wounds have stories that would take ages to tell." Sage stated as the fell back onto the bed.

Ez traced them once again  before kissing the wounds.

"One day I would like to know all about them , no matter how long it takes." Ez said as Sage pulled him into a kiss.

Soon all their clothing was gone , as moans and grunts filled the room.

As the two reached their finishing points , they laid silently on the bed , Ez had a nack for noticing and remembering many things , the small tattoo on her right shoulder blade , worn by the old ladies of the mayans mc , was etched into her skin , along with a name , esai.

Sage leaned her head back , resting it against his chest,she could feel his stare on the tattoo , she turned around and rested her hand against his cheek .

"That story is an even longer one,with a bad memory." Sage said as Ez looked at her with a understanding gaze.

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"For having no female contact and sex in 8 years , you sure know how to pleasure a woman ,and it's somthing i would like to do again somtime, but right now we should get to the clubhouse ." Sage said tracing shapes on his arm around her waist.

"I would like that,and you don't beat around the bush do you." Ez said kissing her neck ,as she laughed.

"I still don't know what that means,but we should get going." She said as he chuckled.

Then the two headed off to the clubhouse where a very hyped up Jess was beating Angel at pool.

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[aurelie-celine]

Mi Alma - Part Three

A few years ago, Miguel, Lina, Nestor, and you were laughing together in a restaurant in Florence, Italy. Back then, you thought you would have many other happy moments with them. But then everything changed - was it for the worse, or for the best?

Love, Murder, Friendship, and Trust.

Mi Alma, a story with Miguel Galindo, Nestor Oceteva, Lina Brayer (OC) and Aurélie „Elie“ Gaillard (OC)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Warning: Smut, someone being drunk and someone crying

Words: 1564 

London, UK – Present 

After a hectic week at work, you decide not to go to the traditional Friday drinks with your colleagues to go home early, ready to order a takeaway and watch Netflix for the rest of the weekend. 

As soon as you unlock your front door, you can hear some sounds coming from your kitchen and the smell of food. First, a bit scared about the fact that someone enters your apartment, you then reassure yourself by thinking that a bulgar will not cook you diner. 

Heading toward the sounds of pans, you find Nestor standing in the middle of your kitchen.

"How did you get in? "you ask him once he notices that you are here.

He simply replies, "Special skills, "with a smile on his face.

You could say nothing else about that, so after shaking your head a bit, you decide to change the subject and ask him about the food he is preparing. It smells delicious, and you can't wait to eat whatever dish he is making for you. 

You sit on one of your kitchen stools and observe him cooking when you notice a bag in the hallway. You interrogate him about it, and he tells you that this is because he came here directly from the airport without checking in the hotel first. 

"You don't have to go to the hotel. You could stay," you offer him. At the moment he accepts your offer, you start to feel a lot warmer. 

After finishing the meal and congratulate him at least a thousand on his cooking skills, you offer him to watch a movie. 

"You know you can wear something a bit more comfortable here?" you say, pointing at his clothes.

"You right ... Do you mind if I go take a quick shower?"

"Not at all! Take your time."

You are now sitting on your sofa when you see him: he is wearing sweatpants and a white T-Shirt. It's not the first time you see him like that; however, it's the first time you see his hair undone and still wet.

You can't stop staring at him, and you should make a funny face because he starts to laugh. 

Nestor comes to sit next to you on the sofa, and you play the movie you picked earlier. You are midway into the movie when you see that he starts do his hairs. 

"Can I do it?" you ask him while pointing at his hair. There was something about them; they were basically asking you to touch them. 

He sits on the floor in front of you, and you try your very best. When you are done, you go on your knees in front of him, take his head in your hands, and start checking your work. 

"I'm not as good as you ..." you say, a bit ashamed of your work.

"I'm sure they are perfect," he replies with a soft voice while grabbing your wrists. 

He leans toward you and kisses you: this is the best of your life, and you want more. You want him. 

He should feel the same because he pulls you on him and you are now straggling him. When he pulls apart, he lightly places back some hair behind your ear and asks you: "Are you sure?" 

"Yes." 

His hands are now running down your back until they reach your waist, and you immediately start moving against him. Your fingers begin to explore his body, and you could feel his toned muscles underneath his shirt. Meanwhile, Nestor grabs the aim of your T-Shirt and lift it above your head. He then unclips your bra and starts to kiss your neck down to your nipple. 

The feeling makes you moan, and your hips start to dance faster on him. You could feel him getting hard underneath you, and you pull at his T-Shirt. You want to feel him; you want his skin against yours. 

As soon as he removes it, you run your hands flat against his tattoos covered skin until you reach the waistband of his sweatpants. You scratch him lightly with your nails, which makes him groans.

While you keep kissing, he places both hands on your ass, squeezes it before standing up. You could feel his muscles work underneath your hands, and it makes you wetter than you were already. Wrapping your leg around his waist, he carries you to your bedroom. 

Instead of sitting, he makes you lie down on your back. You can feel his hands starting to run from your chest to the waistband of your legging before he slides it down your legs. He smirks when he sees your black lace panties. Nestor kisses your lower body while running his finger between your legs. Your back harch at the feeling. 

He keeps kissing down until he reaches the inside of your thigh and makes your panties follow the same journey as your legging. His kisses are getting closer, and soon you can feel his breath on your most intimate part, following by his tongue. God, it feels so good, but you need more. Tugging at one of his plates, you whisper in a moan: "I want you Nes ..."

He lifts himself from the bed, removes his sweatpants and his boxer. Lying down on top of you, he starts to rub himself against you. The feeling catches your breath, but it's nothing compared to what you feel when he finally goes inside of you. 

"Aurelie ..." he whispers in your ear while you are bitting his shoulder and digging your nails in his back.

He starts to move nice and slow, making sure that you could really feel all of him. And you do. Every. Single. Centimeter. You begin to moan louder, and he can feel you squeeze him. He grabs your hands and pins them on top of you with one hand while the other goes under your knee and push it toward you. This new position makes him go deeper into you. That's all you needed; you come like never before underneath him while screaming his name. He follows you a few seconds after, burying his face in your neck before biting it. 

When he finally looks at you, you both start to laugh: years of small touches, lingering looks, and sexual tension have both makes you come in a matter of minutes.

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In the morning, you wake up before him, still in his arms. Softly rolling out of bed to get some coffee, he is still asleep when you come back to lie down next to him. You were looking at him with a smile on your face. 

"Like what you are seeing?" he asks you with his sleepy voice.

"You look peaceful."

"Always when I'm with you, Mi Alma."

"What does it means?"

He opens his eyes and looks at you.

"Mi Alma," you clarify.

"My Soul," he says while pulling you closer to him and softly robing your back. He looks at you, searching for any sign of regret in your eyes. He can't see any, but he wants to be sure. "Are you ok with that?"

You lean to kiss his lips, his cheek, his neck and down his chest. When you reach his lower stomach, you whisper, "Yes "before licking the tip of his dick.

London, UK – Present 

The following Wednesday, you were already sleeping when you heard some banging at your front door. Putting on a dressing gown, you check through the optical peephole and see Miguel on the other side. As soon as you open the door, you know that something is wrong: he removed his tie, his hairs are messy, and he smells alcohol. 

He was staring at the floor without moving, so you grab his hand, pull him inside your apartment, and help him to sit on your sofa. He looks defeated, and it broke your heart to see him like that.  

You know he will not tell you anything, so you did the only thing you were thinking about: you hold him and run your hands in his hair to soothe him a little. At some point, you realize that he felt asleep in your arms. Not wanted to wake him up, you snuggle a bit more on your sofa, grab a blanket you always keep nearby and wrap the both of you into it for the night.  

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You are preparing a quick breakfast while Miguel is taking a shower when you hear your front door open. Nestor stops as soon as he sees you. You walk toward him and rise on your tiptoes to kiss him when he steps back.

"Is Miguel still here?" he asks you coldly without even looking at you.

Before you had the time to say or do anything, Miguel appears behind you. He looks a lot better than yesterday evening.

The two men are now heading to leave our apartment. Before, Miguel put his hand in the small of your back, kiss your forehead, and whisper in your ear: "Thank you."

You tried to grab Nestor's hand, but he avoids you again and follows Miguel. Feeling some tears forming in your eyes, you go to your bedroom and slide under the blankets. You really can't explain Nestor's behavior. Everything was fine between the both of you. Or at least it's what you thought before today. 

Part Four

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@camelia35 now I cant get that song out of my head. What I can tell you about Nestor that we learn in the future is that he and his brother David used to freestyle rap together and Nestor still does it in the shower when he's washing his hair.

Flowers - Nestor Oceteva x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @annetje @anime-weeb-4-life @danzer8705 @drabbles-mc @alwaysachorusgirl

Nestor knows he’s a lucky son of a bitch. He’s known since the first night he spent with you but right now he feels it acutely. He’s on his back, his face buried between your thighs. The scent of you in his nose, the taste of you on his tongue…

It was like fucking candied honey.

You had one hand on the headboard and the other in his curls, while he gripped your thighs, pinning you in place against his devious mouth.

“Fuck Nes, please…”

He’s been teasing you tonight, using his tongue to keep you on the cusp, drawing out your pleasure until you can’t stand it. No one had ever wanted you like this. They hadn’t taken the time to learn your body, to find out what turned you on, what made you soar. There’s only been him, your truest love that has ever made come with his mouth. There’s an intimacy in the act, and Nestor treats it like it’s an art form, licking, sucking, plunging his tongue into you.

You’re loud when you come, the loudest he’s heard you and that instils a savage sense of pride in him. He smiles against your thighs peppering them with kisses as you come down from the high, it sends sparks coursing through your veins. You climb off him, but you don’t go far, you straddle his hips instead.

It’s a shift in control and he likes it. From the very beginning he’s let you set the pace, anyway you want him, you have him. You take him all the way down to the hilt. Hot, wet, tight, you’re the perfect fucking fit.

“Nes, I need…” You trail off because he’s already switching positions.

He knows what you need, Nestor always knows. His arm wraps around your waist as he sits up, drawing you into his lap. It’s the skin to skin contact you yearn for, the proximity of him. You run your hands through his unruly curls, drawing him closer.

“Better?”

He knows it is from the way you moan into his mouth as he hits that sweet spot. His fingertips chase up along the curve of your spine, holding you close. His palm came to rest upon the nape of your neck, his thumb tracing over the line of your jaw.

“That’s it, my love.” You whisper against his lips. “It’s perfect.”

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Nestor knows you’re not there when he wakes up. It happens more often than not; you like to get an early start when a job comes in. When he opens his eyes, he smiles to himself because you always leave a little something behind. There’s a rose on your pillow, one made of paper. He knows you like to keep your hands busy, it’s something you learned to do in the army.

It’s royal blue this time, his favourite colour and he knows you bought the paper especially. You’ve been creating them for as long as you’ve been together. His fingertips brush over the crisp petals and he thinks about the first time you did this; he didn’t understand the gift you were giving him at the time.

He didn’t know that you were telling him your real name.

Rosa.

When the alarm goes off, he gets up and he takes the rose with him into the kitchen. He puts it in the jar on the coffee table, where he keeps all the others.

You’re the only woman who’s ever given him flowers.

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