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iamaslutforcoffee · 1 year

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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.

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imagininghim · 11 months

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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..."

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zaenight · 11 months

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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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sogoodtoheritsvicious · 1 year

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Hi and for the love of God hello 👋🏼 after going back and forth i’ve decided to try my hand at writing for the mayans boys and the sons we all know and love! Please feel free to hit up my ask box <3

Requests: Open

who i write for:

- Mayans MC

• Angel Reyes

• Ez Reyes

• Coco Cruz

• Nestor Oceteva

• Neron “Creeper” Vargas

• Bishop Losa

• Hank Loza

• Gilly Lopez

• Michael “Riz” Ariza

- Sons Of Anarchy

• Jax Teller

• Juice Ortiz

• Opie Winston

• Happy Lowman

• Herman Kozik

• Filip “Chibs” Telford

• Alexander “Tig” Trager

What i take requests for:

• Headcanons

• Preferences

• Would includes

• Most likely to’s

What i don’t take requests for:

• Smut

• Self harm of any kind - talking about the reader having a mental illness is fine but i’m not comfortable writing about them harming themselves

• Reader being related to any of the characters

• Toxic relationships - We’re all about healthy, loving relationships in this house!

any gifs used are not mine!

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drabbles-mc · 1 year

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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.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Frankie looks gorgeous as ever! A man in a well fitted suit is 👌🏻 I also adore the rings.

These two look like they are going to prom. They are also not complementary to each other.

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The Two Summers You Loved Me, and The Winter You Weren’t Around

Part One

Summary: Pennys niece is passing through town and just happens to meet a handsome mechanic when her car breaks down, Summer romance brews but everything isn't quite what it seems.

Authors note: This part contains smut, R18+ scenes, please do not engage if you are not over the age of 18. thank you! This is also turning out to be much longer than I had originally planned so thanks for sticking around.

Summer arrived somewhere between midnight kisses and days spent on what you had come to think of your own private beach. You don’t know why you were sneaking around, but you knew eventually summer would end and you would have to go back to the real world. And as for now, all you wanted was to keep Bradley all to yourself, locked away deep within your heart.

When you weren’t with him, you were with Penny and Amelia, relaxing on the beach, sailing, and eating your way through the ice cream parlours 78 flavours. It felt comfortable, it felt like home, well at least as close to home as you had ever felt.

you were lost in thought as you helped Amelia do the dishes after dinner one night. “Eliza” Penny says with a smirk on her face waving her hand in front of your eyes.

“Shit” you jump “sorry, lost in thought”

“What's their name?” Penny says with a wink.

“I have no idea what you are talking about '' you reply, swatting her with the tea towel.

Waggling her eyebrows at you she just smirks “so as I was saying, Amelia and I are heading up to San Diego this weekend, do some shopping, check out the museums. Want to join us?”

Your heart drops, you would love to spend the weekend with your aunt but your time with Bradley is so short and weekends were the only time he wasn’t working.

Penny watches you closely, her smile widening “do you know what? Why don’t you stay here, enjoy the peace and quiet” she winks as she takes the tea towel out of your hands.

“It's not that” you start.

“I get it kiddo, I do, enjoy it” she tells you turning to lean against the kitchen counter “alright, the dishes can wait, who wants ice cream?”

“Me” Amelia exclaims racing off to her room to grab her shoes.

Laughing, you and Penny shake your heads watching her leave.

…

You straighten the table setting for what seems like the hundredth time, checking the clock again. It's still five minutes until Bradley said he would arrive. You check the pasta you cooked and pace around Penny’s living room trying to shake off your nerves.

A knock at the door startles you, as you race open to open it.

“Hey” you say casually leaning against the door frame, your heart racing.

“hey beautiful” Bradley says stepping inside “something smells really great”

“Thank you” you reply beaming up at him, you shut the door following him inside, watching him as he takes in Penny’s living space, the setting sun drifting in from the open curtains giving him a soft glow.

“You’ve outdone yourself” he says walking over and wrapping his arms around your waist, his face dipping in and nuzzling into your neck.

“Why thank you” you say wiggling out of his grip “why don’t you go take a seat while I grab everything” you quickly serve up the lasagne and salad that you prepared earlier and pull the garlic bread out of the oven and place everything on the table. Bradley pulls out your chair and you take a seat

“why thank you” you say smiling at him as he takes the seat next to you.

you both fall into conversation about your days, you telling him about Amelia‘s last minute attempt to kidnap you to take you to San Diego with them. and him telling you about work at the mechanic shop. After dinner Bradley helps you clean up the kitchen and stacks the dishwasher.

You nervously fidget with your rings sitting at the breakfast nook watching him, as he wouldn’t let you help clean up.

“Do you want to come back to the guest house and watch a movie?” you stammer, trying to calm your nerves. ‘Eliza pull it together, it’s not like this is your first time’ you think to yourself.

“I would love to” he walks around the counter slipping his hand into yours, helping you out of the chair, dipping his head and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

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A/N: Anything with a ** is smut or can contain smut.

The Two Summers You Loved Me, and The Winter You Weren’t Around

The Coldest Summer on Record: Part One || Part Two || Part Three The Winter of Discontent: coming soon

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The Two Summers You Loved Me, and The Winter You Weren’t Around

Part One

Summary: Pennys niece is passing through town and just happens to meet a handsome mechanic when her car breaks down, Summer romance brews but everything isn't quite what it seems.

You’re surprised to see how packed Hard Deck is on a Friday at 4pm, you quickly grab a drink and locate a small table in the back, making yourself comfortable you watch as various naval staff mingle with the locals, there is a warmth to the bar that is comforting, it gives you a sense of belonging.

“Aunt Penny!” A grin spreads out over your face as your aunt manoeuvres towards you across the crowded bar.

“Kiddo your mother is going to kill you for being here” she says as she takes the drink out of your hand placing it on the table behind her “but I sure am glad to see you” pulling you into a tight hug, you breathe in her familiar scent of salt water and honey.

“I’m twenty-eight, she’ll get over it” you laugh off her remark, knowing deep down next time you see your mom she’s definitely going to lecture you for your spontaneous road trip.

Releasing you and pulling you to your feet, Penny loops her arm through yours guiding you out onto the deck, the crisp May air hitting you square in the chest.

“You know why your mom hates you coming to visit” Penny says softly “she’s told me to send you home”

You roll your eyes “actually I don’t know why she doesn’t like me coming to town, all I’ve got are fragments of whispers behind closed doors, so unless you’re going to fill in the blanks” I say looking over at Penny. Her lips are pursued but she doesn’t say anything.

“That’s what I thought” I mutter “I’m not going to be in town long anyway, I’m heading up to Washington, I just made a small detour”

“Alright, I guess you can stay a couple of days” she replies playfully “Go home, Amelia’s already made a bed up for you” her gorgeous smile lighting up her face.

“Thanks Aunt Penny, you’re the best” kissing her on the cheek you turn towards the car park.

“Oh and kiddo” she says, turning your heel she looks you dead in the eye “stay out of trouble”

“I’ll try my best” you sing out, your voice drowned out by the bar door opening and music spilling out.

Your soft laugh fills the quiet evening night as you duck around the corner colliding with a solid body.

“Oh crap” you exclaim “I am so sorry” you fluster as you look up into the deepest brown eyes you’ve ever seen. They are framed by long eyelashes and a gorgeous tan face, his delicate pink lips framed with the dumbest 80s moustache you’ve ever seen.

“Are you okay?” he asks, smiling down at you, his hands gently resting on your shoulders, steading you.

“Yeah I am fine, are you okay?” you ask stupidly like you could have done any damage to his frame.

“I’m good,” he says with a goofy smile on his face.

“Good, we are both good” you could kick yourself for how stupid you sound “ah, anyway goodnight” you say as you step around him heading towards your car.

“Night” he calls after you.

Fumbling in your bag for your keys you curse yourself, it's not like you’ve never seen a good looking man before, your body still trembling at the feeling of his warm hands on your shoulders.

“Ah-ha” you exclaim as you pull your keys from the bottom of your bag, unlocking your car you throw your bag on the passenger seat and put the keys in the ignition. Your car lets out a groan but doesn’t start.

“Seriously” you mutter trying again, you keep trying your car for at least 10 minutes before calling it quits and heading back into the bar.

Walking back in you hear the familiar tune coming through the doors

“I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs, I'm real nervous but it sure is fun, Come on, baby, You're driving me crazy”

the whole bar is singing along, you shake your head laughing at the drunken karaoke session, waving down Penny.

“My car wont start” you say sheepishly as you slide up to the bar.

Penny laughs reaching into her pockets pulling out her keys “I’ll organise someone to come look at it in the morning” tossing you the keys “now scram”

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My Rooster shirt arrived today and honestly I can’t wait to wear this everywhere.

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vikingstoner69 · 2 years

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so how about some smut woth one Nestor Oceteva , if you write that is .

I do amut is there something you had in mind?

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so yeah i need some Nestor smut anyone anyone Bueller Bueller ? ha ha # mayansmc # nestor oceteva because i fucking adore Gino Vento ..

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Beg Me - A Nestor Oceteva/Reader Smut Drabble.

So, I’ve never written for this dude before, but I know a few of you will be interested for me to do so, so here you are!

Words - 385

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

The slick sound of his fingers rotating within the heat of your needy core fills the air with lewdness, your sighs longing, his hand clutched at your neck as he stares down at you, his eyes like two dark, onyx shards, lips upturning into a smirk.

“Please, Nestor,” you breathe, your thighs juddering, a little mewl of delight tumbling from your parted lips as his thumb begins to rub a slick circle over your clit, tight and precise, his mouth peppering kisses along your jaw. “I need your cock.”

He eyes you curiously, his head tilting a little, his long mane of wild, beautiful curls falling like a curtain over your bare flesh. “I know you do, little doe. You gotta tell me the words I wanna hear first, though.”

You know he won’t relent, he will grant no clemency until you submit entirely, his enjoyment at keeping you hanging on the silk threads of anticipation, primed to snap at any moment, far too great for him to show you any mercy. He is not that man, but he is fair. Eventually.

You wail at the feel of his fingertips massaging sparks through your walls, his grip around your throat tightening and relaxing, the weight of him pushing you down, making you his. As if you would be anyone else’s.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

He blinks slowly, nodding. “Yes, you do. All mine, to do with as I please, and fuck, baby. How I want to pin you down and remind you of that, treat you good, fuck this wet little pussy the way you love me to, but I won’t. Not until I hear it.”

The feeling of his fingers moving in an undulating wave, his thumb stroking sugar drenched embers over thousands of nerve endings has you shaking, whining, dying for more, his gaze intent as he watches you descend into the mindlessness he chases you into, grinning at your stupefaction.

“Please,” you pant, your body arching against his, Nestor pushing you down with the weight of his broad chest, his cock hard against your hip. “I’m begging you. Please fuck me.”

“Mmm,” he murmurs, removing his fingers and finally, replacing them for the thick heat of his cock. “That’s my good girl. All you had to do was beg me.”

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iamaslutforcoffee · 1 year

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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.

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frattsparty · 2 years

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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.

Tag List: @lexondeck @redpoodlern @withmyteeth @bellisperennis0 @chibsytelford @thegirlwhowritesfics @lyly00 @nessamc @oklahomapeach @enjoy-the-destruction @stephaniem1519

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.”

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zaenight · 11 months

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Jess and Nestor

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sogoodtoheritsvicious · 11 months

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new and improved list

Hi and for the love of God hello 👋🏼 I’m very happy to announce that i’ll be adding the Ted Lasso characters to the list! Feel free to hit up my ask box if you have a request or just want to talk about the boys or any of the shows i’m writing for <3

Requests: Open

Characters i write for:

- Ted Lasso

• Ted Lasso

• Coach Beard

• Roy kent

• Jamie Tartt

• Dani Rojas

• Richard Montlaur

• Sam Obisanya

• Isaac McAdoo

• Thierry Zoreaux

• Jan Maas

• Moe Bumbercatch

• Will Kitman

• Rebecca Welton

• Keeley Jones

- Mayans Mc

• Angel Reyes

• Ez Reyes

• Coco Cruz

• Nestor Oceteva

• Bishop Losa

• Neron “Creeper” Vargas

• Hank Loza

• Michael “Riz” Ariza

• Gilly Lopez

• Miguel Galindo

- Sons of anarchy

• Jax Teller

• Juan “Juice” Ortiz

• Opie Winston

• Happy Lowman

• Filip “Chibs” Telford

• Herman Kozik

• Alexander “Tig” Trager

What i take requests for:

• Headcanons

• Preferences

• Would Includes

• Most likely Tos

• Mood boards/Povs

What i do not take requests for:

• Smut

• Self harm of any kind - Talking about the reader having a mental illness is fine but i’m not comfortable writing about them harming themselves

• Reader being related to any of the characters on the list

• Toxic relationships - We’re all about healthy, loving relationships in this house!

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Say It To My Face

Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

Request by @n3ss12: can I request a smutty fic where Nestor and reader get in a fight and one tells the other to go f*ck themself and ya know you can decide what happens after that

Warnings: language, unprotected sex, choking (sexual), Nestor surviving an argument by the skin of his teeth

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This fic is brought to you in part by half a bottle of my favorite wine lmao. Wine drunk me decided that Nestor likes being choked and tbh??? I love that for him. (Also please friends don’t use sex to avoid arguments. It’s great for fics but terrible for irl relationships lol)

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You’d been giving Nestor the cold shoulder all day, and surprisingly it had actually gotten under his skin a little bit. He was usually good at keeping his cool, but it hit him just a little bit different this time. He’d been distant for a while because of work, both geographically and emotionally, which wasn’t necessarily new, but he wasn’t used to coming home to you being cold and distant as well.

You were always pretty understanding when he couldn’t keep in constant touch with you because of things going on with his job. It was the nature of the beast. However, he always said that if an emergency ever arose that he would be there in a heartbeat, no matter what the circumstances were. And he fell short on that.

“I said that I’m sorry,” he spoke up from the other end of the couch, cutting through the silence of your house.

“And I said that I’m still not done being mad at you.”

“Y/N I—”

“I was in a car accident, Nestor!” you cut him off, shaking your head angrily, “I was in the goddamn ER! I called, I texted, I did everything but send a fucking smoke signal.”

“I had Galindo send—”

He wasn’t going to be getting a word in edge-wise if you could help it. You were too pissed off for that as you stood up off the couch, “But I wanted you! I needed you.”

He stood up as well, turning to face you, “If it had been more serious I would have—”

“I shouldn’t have to be on my deathbed for you to fucking show up. I said that I needed you, and that should’ve been the end of it. Yea I ended up being alright, but fuck, I was scared.”

He recoiled slightly, realizing that he wasn’t going to be able to talk his way out of this one. Maybe once you cooled off, but definitely not right now. He shoved his hands into his pockets, “What do you want me to do?”

You looked at him and shook your head, “Nothing. Fucking nothing. You can’t just weasel your way out of this, Nes. I’m fucking mad.”

“Yea, I get that. I see that. That’s why I’m asking wh—”

“I want you to go fuck yourself,” you snapped, not wanting to hear him asking for forgiveness any longer, “Because I’m not in the fucking mood for this right now.”

You turned and started to storm through the house to head to the bedroom that you shared with Nestor, one you were completely set on locking him out of for the night. You only got a few strides away before you heard him mumble something under his breath.

You quickly turned back around to face him, “What?”

His eyes widened slightly, “What?”

“What’d you just say?”

He shook his head, “Nothing.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, “C’mon. You got some shit to say? Say it to my face.”

He wasn’t used to you being so confrontational. And while it was frustrating for him, it was also the slightest bit amusing. It wasn’t a side of you he really got to witness very often, lucky for him.

He was biting back a smirk as he cleared his throat and repeated himself, “I said I don’t think that you actually want me to go fuck myself.”

You rolled your eyes, not in the mood for the immaturity, “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“I swear to god, Nes, sometimes I just wanna fucking—”

“What? You want to what?”

The same way Nestor never saw you get argumentative and snappy, you never really saw it from him either. The attitude caught you off-guard—he’d always been better at keeping his composure than you.

You shook your head, “Forget it. Doesn’t fucking matter.”

You turned back around to continue your walk to the bedroom, but within seconds Nestor was next to you with his hand wrapped around your arm, “Nah. You got some shit to say? Say it to my face.”

The fact that he got such an immediate opportunity to use your own words against you was infuriating. You shook your head, “I just wanna fucking strangle you sometimes,” you snapped.

“Then do it.”

That statement gave you pause, “What?”

“Do it.”

You rolled your eyes, “Nestor, I’m not gonna fuckin—”

He slid his hand down so it was wrapped around your wrist. Neither his movements nor his eye contact wavered as he lifted your hand to his neck. You fought him on it at first but you knew it was useless, and part of you was incredibly intrigued.

Your hand looked so small against his throat. You tilted your head slightly, taking in the sight of it. Your eyes traveled back up to his and everything about the look on his face was telling you to go for it. His chest rose and fell, breathing faster in anticipation. You took a second to mentally gear yourself up for it, finally tightening your grip. The second you did, it was like a switch flipped in your brain, and you could see it in Nestor’s eyes that the same thing happened for him.

You pulled him close to you, causing your lips to crash into his in an angry, needy kiss. With no hesitation he scooped you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and walking the two of you to the bedroom without taking his lips off of yours.

He let your feet hit the floor and the two of you pulled apart only to strip yourselves of your clothes. Pieces of clothing were flying in every direction, the buildup of his absence and your fight coming to a head. You kissed him hungrily as you backed him towards the bed, practically pushing him down onto the mattress.

Wasting no time, you threw your leg over him so that you were straddling him. You locked eyes with him as you positioned yourself so he could slide into you. He gripped onto your hips but when he went to pull you down onto him, you braced your hands against his chest, thwarting his efforts.

You shook your head at him, “Let go of me.”

He did as instructed, letting his hands slide down so that they were resting lightly on your thighs, not wanting to completely give up contact. You gave him a slight nod of approval before slowly lowering yourself onto him. The moan that came out of him was like music to your ears, and it reminded you that before you were mad at him, you had missed him. A lot.

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath as you let yourself revel in the sensation of having him inside you for the first time in far too long.

You leaned down, pressing your lips hard against his as you started to grind against him. His hands slid up your thighs and hips, landing on your sides. You could feel it in his touch that he was fighting the urge to grip onto you, not wanting to be told to let you go again. The realization made a smile cross your face as you continued to kiss him. Your hand slid up and once again wrapped around his throat. You pulled away from your kiss as you tightened your grip, sucking on his bottom lip.

Nestor had never looked so vulnerable, and you couldn’t deny that you loved it. A small smirk appeared on his face as you tightened your grip a little more. The power trip of it all made your head spin as you continued to ride him.

He reached up and gripped your wrist, and you were about to pull your hand away, thinking that he was going to tell you to stop. But when you went to try and move, he shook his head at you. Your hips came to a stop, brows furrowing as you looked down at him.

“Harder,” he whispered.

That one word was like a shot of straight adrenaline. You let out a breathy laugh as you brought your other hand up to his throat as well, completely enveloping it in your grip. Nestor practically melted into your grasp, his hands resting on the small of your back. His eyes fluttered shut as you simultaneously tightened your grip and picked up your movements once again. Your name fell from his lips in choked gasps, only serving to encourage you to pick up your pace. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, wanting to take in everything about the scene underneath you.

His nails clawed lightly at your back, causing you to moan. You leaned down and pressed your lips to his, still not taking your hands away from his throat. You bit down hard on his bottom lip and in response he dug his nails harder into your back with what he could manage of a moan.

You could feel your body beginning to tense up and you knew that you were close. Nestor saw it on your face and with a smug grin he gripped onto your hips and lifted you for a moment before pulling you back down hard, slamming himself into you.

“Fuck,” your grip around his neck tightened but you didn’t want him to stop, “don’t stop.”

His smile grew as he did as you asked. Your legs began to shake and you let go of his neck, hands sliding up to cup his face. You didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath, though, as you instantly pressed your lips to his. You pulled him tight to you, moaning into his mouth as you came.

He wrapped his arms tight around you and with a few final thrusts you felt him release inside you. Your body all but melted into his at the sensation, not letting him take his lips off of yours. Your hands slid up and down his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat underneath your palm. His hand rested on the back of your neck as his lips continued to move needily against yours.

Finally, you pulled away and gave him the first opportunity since you started to catch his breath. You rested your forehead against his chest, and the first thing he did with full access to oxygen was let out a chuckle. His fingertips drummed along your spine as he tried to get his mind and body in order. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, enjoying the feeling of still being inside you. You could feel the slight vibrations in his chest as he tried to fight back another laugh.

“What’s so funny?” you asked as you caught your breath, sitting up so you could look at his face.

He shook his head, taking a deep breath, “Nothing,” he smirked, “Feel better?”

You laughed, rolling your eyes, “Maybe a little,” you wanted to follow up with another smart comment but instead you lightly traced your fingers along his neck, “You good?”

He nodded, laughing, “I’m great.”

“How long you been thinking about that?” you were genuinely curious.

He raised his eyebrows, shaking his head, “I haven’t been.”

“Just wanted to tell me to put up or shut up?”

“You brought that on yourself,” he smirked.

You smiled, “Maybe,” you paused, “You weren’t worried that I was actually gonna strangle you to death?”

He shrugged, “What a way to go.”

You playfully slapped his chest, “You’re ridiculous.”

He watched you as you traced the outlines of the tattoos on his chest, “I’m sorry,” he gave your sides a light squeeze, “Really sorry.”

You nodded slowly, not looking up from the ink on his chest, “I know.”

“I love you.”

That got you to look up at him. You smiled, your frustrations had faded for the time being, “I love you too,” after a few seconds of silence went by, you let out a laugh, “Who knows what we’ll figure out next time I get royally pissed off at you.”

He laughed, pulling you down so that your chest was against his. He kissed you lightly on the lips, “Hopefully we won’t have to figure that out for a while. You’re scary when you’re mad.”

You chuckled, thumb gliding across his cheekbone, “Keep that in mind next time you wanna do some dumb shit.”

He kissed the tip of your nose, “I will.”

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