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The Choice - Nestor Oceteva x Reader (feat: Miguel Galindo)

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Companion Piece to the Choices!Series

Nestor doesn’t expect company this late at night.

It’s a little past midnight and you’re already in bed, fast asleep. Despite the fact it’s been over eight months since your injury, you’re still recovering. You tire easily these days, he thinks it’s your body’s way of trying to get you to slow down, to settle, to take some time to find yourself. He smiles when he thinks about the languid kisses he’d stolen from your mouth as he undressed you, of your hands tangling in his hair as he plants kisses down the curve of your throat before he guides one of his t-shirts over your body.

You’re relaxed when he tucks the sheets around you, his palm smoothing the hair away from your face as his lips brush over your forehead. When you’re breathing evens out, he retreats to the kitchen, turning the music down low on the Alexa as he puts away the dishes.

When there’s a knock at the door, his gaze strays to his gun, resting on the sideboard near the front door. His fingers wrap around the grip, the weight of it feeling like an old friend in his palm. It’s only when he peers through the peephole and sees Miguel standing there, that he sets the weapon back down.

Even dressed casually Miguel looks like he’s stepped off the cover of GQ. He’s wearing designer jeans and a leather jacket that Nestor knows cost more than most of the furniture in the apartment. His hair is artfully tamed into that cross cropped side parting of his. Comparatively Nestor is wearing the faded grey Method Man t-shirt that David gave to him before he died and black boxers shorts, his hair is a mass of loose curls falling across his shoulders like a mane.

“Mikey?” he questions, holding the door open. He opens his mouth to say something else but already Miguel is striding past him like he owns the place. For the briefest of moments Nestor regrets letting the other man sign the lease as a guarantor.

“I need to talk to you.” Miguel states as he deposits himself on the couch, his arm coming to rest upon the back of it. “I…”

He trails off and Nestor follows his gaze to the jar of multicoloured paper flowers perched in the centre of the coffee table. He watches as Miguel’s brows furrow into a frown before he gestures at the origami roses.

“Where did you get those?”

Nestor knows he’s at a crossroads and he only sees one path because he remembered that time, right back in the very beginning. The one when you were sitting across from Miguel, your hands working almost by compulsion as you folded and plucked at the delicate petals of a napkin. He remembers being captivated by it, the grace of your movements, the elegance in the finished product. It was something you did to keep your hands busy; you had explained to Miguel at the time.

He doesn’t get a chance to answer because the bedroom door is opening and you’re standing in the doorway, rubbing the back your hand across your blurry eyes as you say.

“Are you coming to bed my love?”

It feels like he’s been handed a gun with a bullet in the chamber and asked to play Russian Roulette. Miguel’s head snaps towards you, his mouth setting in a firm line as he registers your attire. One of Nestor’s t-shirts and a pair of black cotton panties.

“How long?” Miguel asks his gaze darting back to Nestor.

Nestor shrugs because honestly, he doesn’t know. Your relationship isn’t linear, it’s a series of moments where the two of you exist in the same space. He doesn’t keep track of it the way other people do. There’s no six-month anniversaries, or Valentine’s Day dinners. There’s just the two of you, together, making the most of the time you have.

“You must have some idea.” Miguel says forcefully. “Months?”

Nestor shakes his head; he knows it’s been longer than that. He thinks it might have been over a couple of years since you buried that body in the desert together.

“Around two years.” He tells Miguel honestly.

Miguel laughs and it’s bitter, Nestor can practically taste the sourness on his tongue as Miguel rolls his eyes to the ceiling as if praying for strength.

“So, it’s serious then?” Miguel questions, his eyes surveying the rest of the room. Nestor can tell he’s cataloguing all of the small personal touches you’ve added. The Aztec style blanket thrown over his recliner from where you’d fallen asleep reading earlier, your book – a feminist retelling of the Medusa myth set on the side table. His gaze lands on the wild flowers, those pretty dried blooms with those vibrant pops of colour and his jaw tightens. “Because it looks like you’re fucking living together.”

“I’ll give the two of you some space.” You begin, pulling the hem of the t-shirt down to cover your panties.

“Oh no.” Miguel says, gesturing for you to step out of the bedroom and join the conversation. “Let’s get this all out in the open, I want to know more about my friend’s paramour.”

“Mikey, this isn’t about her…”

“Of course, it’s fucking about her.” Miguel snarls, jabbing his finger in your direction. “You’ve let a fucking assassin into your life, into your home. I feel I should be conducting a fucking intervention.”

“OK so I feel like I need to be wearing pants for this conversation.” You tell the two of them. Miguel waves his hand, dismissing you from the room. It’s only the look that Nestor gives you, that prevents you from biting back at the other man.

Let me handle this.

You comply with his wishes before heading into the bedroom to dress. By the time you return, the tension in the room has increased tenfold. You’re fully dressed with your go bag slung over your shoulder. You’ve packed a couple of clothes and a sudoku book because from the looks of it, this is going to take all night and you think its better you’re not in the vicinity because you still want to kill Miguel for the position, he put you in all those months ago and the expression on his face right now is equally as murderous.

“I am going to go,” You tell the both of them as you remove your leather jacket from the coat stand and pull it on. “Let the two of you talk.”

“You should stay.” Miguel says, his gaze on yours as he leans back into the couch, seemingly completely at home in his surroundings. “I want to know how you infiltrated my fucking head of security.”

It’s the ‘head of security’ part that does it. Not friend, not brother, not the man whose been by his side since he was a fucking teenager. The sheer fucking audacity of Miguel Galindo astounds you.

“Are you even listening to yourself right now?” You snap at him, eyes blazing. “Infiltrate? He’s your fucking friend, treat him like one.”

A silence falls, your words hanging in the air as the two of you stare at one another. There’s a fury in this man, you can see it in the way his shoulders tense and those dark eyes fucking burn like coals as they bore into you. He forgets that you’ve met men far more dangerous than him, that they’ve had their fucking hands wrapped around your throat, that one tried to bury you alive in the desert once he was finished with you. You’ve lived your nightmares, surpassed your demons and you’ve come back from hell with a thirst for blood. Miguel Galindo may have done some nasty shit, but you’ve done worse.

It's the simple act of Nestor clearing his throat that diffuses your rage, it brings you back to the present, reminds you that this isn’t your fight. As much as you may hate Miguel, he’s an important part of Nestor’s life, you can’t just wipe him off the face of the earth no matter how much you may want to.

“Let me know where you land.” You say quietly to Nestor, your lips brushing his cheek before you close the door to the apartment quietly behind you.

He knows what you’re doing, you’re giving him an out. It shouldn’t have to be a choice, his lover or his friend but if it comes down to it you’re telling him you’ll bow out gracefully. If it needs to be one way or the other, you won’t fight him. It’s self-sacrificing bullshit, but it’s part of the reason he loves you. You’ve always had his best interests at heart.

“She’s right Mikey.” Nestor says finally as he sits on the edge of the recliner. “When’s the last time we actually talked?”

He watches the cogs turn in Miguel’s brain as he considers his words. He’s trying to pinpoint a time, a date, an event but it all comes back to the exact same thing. He doesn’t remember the last time he asked Nestor anything about his life.

“I guess we haven’t.” Miguel says, rubbing his palms over one another. “The last time we spoke about anything personal was Emily. We sat on the stairs at my house and you said ‘honesty buys honesty’. Do you still believe that?”

“I never lied to you Mikey.” Nestor tells him, raking a hand through his hair. “I just didn’t tell you.”

“A lie of omission is still a lie.” Miguel states accusingly.

Nestor shakes his head before inhaling deeply. He normally doesn’t have a problem keeping his temper but this shit right here, the hypocrisy of it…

It’s starting to piss him off.

“Then I guess it’s time for us to put a few things on the table.” Nestor says frankly as leans back in his chair. “You have questions, ask them.”

“Why?” Miguel shoots at him. “Why settle down now? Why with her? You’ve never wanted that before.”

Nestor sighs because that is to fucking far from the truth he isn’t even sure where to begin.

“It was never available to me before.” Nestor explains, his eyes meeting Miguel’s as he searches for the tiniest fragment of understanding. “You know how hard it is to maintain a relationship that’s built on secrets. You can’t let that person see that side of you, you can’t tell them what it is you really do. It tears you apart inside, it eats you up and eventually that relationship, it dies because there’s no trust.”

“You’re talking about me and Emily.” Miguel says, his gaze lowering to the wedding band on his finger as he rubs his thumb over the gleaming metal.

It’s then that Nestor loses his temper, because somehow, it’s happening again. Miguel is hearing what he wants to hear, twisting Nestor’s words to reflect on a situation in his life.

“No I’m talking about me.” He erupts, his voice raising as the frustration of what feels like decades surges through him. “About how I haven’t had a fucking relationship in years because it always ends the same way. Not everything is about you Miguel! You preach loyalty to your family, but I am your family and I have been nothing but loyal to you. I have killed for you, I have bled for you, I have protected the ones you love but there’s no space for me, not the way there used to be.”

“So what?” Miguel asked him, jabbing his finger at the jar of paper roses on the coffee table. “This is your way of proving a point?”

Nestor wants to scream, he can feel that urge brimming in his chest as he stares at the man he’s known for the majority of his life as if he’s never seen him before.

“The point is Miguel, that I found someone who makes me happy. Someone whose knows everything about me and accepts it, someone who loves me for me.”

“Who loves you?” Miguel laughs and the sound grates on every single one of Nestor’s nerves because it is so fucking dismissive. “What do the two of you even talk about? Top ten ways to torture someone? The type of knot to use when you’re staging a suicide. She doesn’t love you; she’s fucking using you!”

“Christ Mikey, it’s not fucking about you.” Nestor finds himself shouting. “You think we sit here and talk about the latest happenings in the Galindo Cartel? What you’ve been up to that day, who you’ve been seeing? No we fucking don’t. We talk about books, about music, about life, about shitty normal things and the other crazy shit we get up to. You aren’t even a topic of conversation.”

Miguel looks at Nestor as if he’s slapped him, like he can’t comprehend that he’s not a factor in this relationship. Nestor hopes it fucking stings. He watches as Miguel leans forward, his hands clasped together as he speaks in a low authoritative tone.

“Nestor, I want you to be happy.” Miguel states. “Just not with a fucking woman, who can take a man apart like he’s a piece of meat in a butcher’s shop.”

“You’re not hearing me.” Nestor shakes his head vehemently.

“No, I am hearing you perfectly. You want to settle down, have the white picket fence and fuck out a bunch of babies that’s fine.” Miguel informs him, before using his palm to draw a line underneath the statement. “But this thing with her, I can’t have that. It’s too much of a distraction.”

“For you or for me?” Nestor asks cocking his head to one side. “You still have my loyalty Mikey, my relationship hadn’t effected my ability to do my job over the past two years and it won’t effect it now. You need to accept that this is happening, with or without your permission.”

He hears Miguel’s intake of breath, sees him recoiling because Nestor has just thrown down the gauntlet and he knows it’s the last thing that Miguel ever expected. He has never denied the other man anything but he won’t give up his shot at happiness, he’s not letting him dictate who he falls in love with. If it puts a target on his back so be it, the two of you can weather it. He’s done being the lap dog, the one that’s coerced into submission. He won’t let Miguel take you from him, not now, not ever.

Marcus’s words ring in his head, that warning from when he’s first found out about the two of you.

At some point you’re going to have to make a choice, Marcus had told him. And I pray for your sake you make the right one.

When it came to you there is no choice because he loves you with every single fibre of his being.

“Alright Nestor.” Miguel says as he raises to his feet, fixing the lapels of his leather jacket before he meets Nestor’s gaze. “You’re out. Effective immediately.”

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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

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

Words - 451

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

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

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

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

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

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

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

The action has you in spasm. “No.”

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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garbinge · 1 year

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Commission Job

Nestor Oceteva x F!Galindo!Reader

Day 19 from these April Prompts: A Commission Job

Summary: Part 2 to Minimum Wage, but can be read as a standalone. After Miguel orders a hit on Nestor, he comes crashing at your doorstep.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: Angsty af. Mentions of blood, killing, death, murder, all canon level thangggs ya know.

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Part 1

You wished you ignored the doorbell and the persistent knocking. That was the lie you were telling yourself as the two parts of your brain argued against each other on what to do with the disheveled man at your doorstep. The part of you who had been living in this small town under a new name with no ties to your old life was fighting with the other part of your brain that hadn’t been functional in years… the Galindo in you.

The initial shock of seeing Nestor bruised and bloody on your doorstep was gone in seconds. You didn’t ask questions, you just brought him inside and into the coat closet.

“Wrong house!” You called out to the company you had over that was currently in the kitchen halfway through dinner as you shoved Nestor into the closet and shut the door. He didn’t say anything either, he just followed your suit.

“You know, I’m not feeling so hot.” You made your way back to your kitchen bar and made a scrunched up face. “Getting up made me realize I’m feeling kind of blah.” You were easily falling into the lie, your Galindo traits rising back up from the ashes.

Your date was making their way down the hallway, disappointment all over their face as they did whatever they could to change your mind. Little did they know that the half broken man in your closet was not going to make that happen.

After your company left you moved immediately to the closet and opened the door to see Nestor sitting on the cubbies you had as storage.

“You think you can make it to the bathroom? It’s upstairs.” You would ask questions later, but right now you were prioritizing.

“Yea.” His voice was rough and more raspy than normal but it brought your heart up to your throat. Seeing him caused you to go into reaction mode but hearing him speak for the first time caused you to want to throw up.

You brought your arm around his torso and his arm instinctually went around your shoulder as you trudged upstairs. Luckily, it wasn’t many steps before you were in the bathroom. It was obvious that he wasn’t putting all his weight on you but once he was seated on the closed lid toilet you could see his body collapsed in exhaustion.

Black eye, deep scratch over his cheek bone, probably some broken ribs from the way he was limping. That was the bulk of the damage you were able to clock by looking at him. With a deep breath you opened the cabinets below the sink and pulled out the first aid kit.

“I’m gonna need you to lift your shirt up.”

Nestor obliged, it was then that you realized he wasn’t in his normal outfit of a button up and slacks but a t-shirt and jeans. You frowned but quickly moved to look at the bruising and cuts on his abdomen.

“Great, more open wounds.” You mumbled as you bent down to clean up the dried blood around the cuts. You both sat in silence for a while as you cleaned up the cuts and gave Nestor a cold washcloth to hold against the bruising until you could go downstairs and grab an ice pack.

“You need stitches.” You pointed to his face as you sat on the edge of your tub. “I don’t have the tools for that but I can give you a butterfly bandage.” Your voice was monotone as you spoke.

“That’s fine.” His voice still deep and raspy.

With a nod you were leaning over him and grabbing the bandage from the kit and applying it to his face. His breath was hot against your face as you got close to adjust the open cut with the bandage. Quick to move back you looked back down at his ribs.

“Let me get you an ice pack.”

Before he could say anything you were up and out of the bathroom and picking up your pace down the stairs. It was an opportunity to truly ask yourself what the fuck was happening. It had been years since you saw Nestor. Suddenly everything was hitting you. How did he know where you lived? Why was he here? Who beat him up this bad? Why didn’t he go to Miguel? Did Miguel know where you were?

It was overwhelming to say the least, you started to get angry but then you thought about Nestor’s helpless being upstairs and it disappeared instantly. The only way you knew you were going to get answers was to ask him, and if things were even remotely the same as they were years ago, you knew that wasn’t a guarantee either, but you had to try.

As you walked back to the bathroom you saw Nestor struggling to stand up.

“Woah, what are you–” Your feet moved quickly on the bathroom tile and before you could finish your statement he was collapsing into your arms taking the wind out of you. “C’mon, sit back down.” A large groan came from the both of you as you took on his full body weight now and attempted to place him back down on the toilet. The pain from his injuries and your shitty attempt to placing him carefully back down causing him to react in agony.

“Take this.” The medicine cabinet was opening as you shuffled through your things and pulled out an old prescription of some pain medicine. You handed him two pills and filled up a dixie cup with water after he tossed them in his mouth.

You stared down at him, your mind finding itself back in that same place it was downstairs.

“I need something.”

Those were the words you decided to lead with. Not what the fuck is happening. Not what the fuck is going on. No. You decided that you’d go into this the way you knew worked best with Nestor. Meeting him at his own place of comfort. It wasn’t fair, he came to your house, which was still unclear how, but he was the one barely able to stand in your bathroom right now so, sure, you’d give him a break.

“Mikey has a hit out on me.”

Now you were the one barely able to stand. You stabled yourself by gripping the bathroom counter.

“Come again?” You frowned. It was shocking to hear Nestor so easily give up information and to hear THAT information was cause enough for you to feel like you were going to throw up.

“Your brother hired someone to kill me. A commissioned job.” He said it again, this time more explanatory and it only made your stomach pit tighten more.

“Wh– Uh– How?” You started to stutter, you weren’t able to take in that information. You prided yourself on your ability to take in all sorts of information, coming from the Galindo family where your father and brother lied and killed and manipulated, nothing came as a shock to you. For God’s sakes the braided man in front of you knocked on your door, that he shouldn’t have known about, bloodied and bruised and you brought him in with no words or question. But this? This was unexpected.

“Your mom. She’s dead. He, uh, isn’t doing too good. He killed Paco. Right in front of me. In front of Marcus.” Nestor’s voice was rattled. It was how you knew that this wasn’t a normal situation, not that Nestor telling you your brother put a hit on him was normal but you were searching for anything right now.

“Marcus?” You questioned completely ignoring the part about your mother, your voice just as rattled as his.

“Consejero.” Nestor let out a deep breath as he remembered you had no idea about anything.

“Nestor, what the fuck is going on.” The rattled tone changed to desperate and before he answered you heard a knock at your door. It was firm and loud, and it matched your heart beat.

Nestor was standing up like none of his injuries existed, if you were thinking logically, you would have chalked it up to adrenaline but right now you just felt your whole life crashing down on you.

So many thoughts in such little time. You didn’t ask for this. Nestor came to your doorstep and now you were dealing with the aftermath of that. You’d kill Miguel. Galindo habits die hard, but your will to protect yourself from them would go down harder. Nestor was quick to grab the gun from under the bathroom sink that he probably clocked earlier but like you said, Galindo habits die hard and he knew you probably had one stored in each room of the house.

He was making his way down the stairs, way faster than when he arrived. He peaked through the peep hole and immediately his shoulders relaxed and he opened the door, quick to fall back on the steps.

Now, there was a stoic tall man in a button up t-shirt and slacks standing in your foyer as Nestor laid collapsed on the bottom step and you at the very top staring down to both men.

“Marcus.” Nestor pointed to Marcus in his way of introducing you.

“I’d say nice to meet you but this is fucked.” You made your way down the stairs to grab the gun from Nestor and situate him in a better position. “I’ll be taking this for now.” You put the safety back on and placed the gun in your back waistband before picking Nestor up against the wall. “Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on and how the fuck you knew where I was?” It was essentially two questions, one was pointed at Marcus and one was pointed at Nestor.

“I’m sorry to barge into your home like this.” Marcus said like it was the beginning to an explanation but just looked at Nestor to respond.

“She knows.” Nestor breathed out the two words.

Marcus nodded. “Well then, you know everything we do.”

You raised your eyebrows and let out a laugh. “Respectfully, I think the fuck I don’t.”

Marcus was glaring at Nestor again, not wanting to get anymore involved in this than he already was.

“I knew where you were, found you a few months after you left. Never told Miguel.” Nestor’s eyes were closed as his chest raised and fell with his deep breaths.

You were speechless which was Nestor’s invitation to keep talking.

“I got attacked. Your brother, ordered the hit on me. He’s pissed about your mom.”

Your mom. When Nestor mentioned it before it slipped out of your mind over the thought that your brother ordered a hit on his best friend.

“She was murdered. Not sure by who but he blames us all. I got away, laid low, told Marcus to meet me here.”

“How do I know you weren’t followed.” You snapped your head to look at Marcus who was still standing stoic in your entryway.

“I wasn’t.” His voice was steady. You believed him, there wasn’t anything you could do if you didn’t but the way he was handling this right now was better than you expected from someone you’d never met.

You sat in the silence for a minute, taking everything in before shaking it all off, letting the Galindo fall right back into place.

“So what the fuck do we do now?” You looked straight at Marcus as you asked, knowing Nestor called him here for a reason and if he trusted him you should too.

“We run.” His advice was chaotic but it was spoken so confidently that you didn’t have an ounce of doubt in you. Maybe it was because running was a life you knew about pretty well, it was comfortable. It was safe, ironically. “But for now, let’s get him to a couch, we’ll head out in a few hours.”

You nodded in agreement as Marcus walked over to help you bring Nestor to your living room. Placing him on the couch you both stood over him. After a moment you looked over at Marcus and introduced yourself giving him your name.

“Miguel’s sister.” You specified even more. Before the two of you could speak more, Nestor was mumbling under his breath.

“What?” You placed your attention on him.

“Before I showed up. Were you on a date?” Nestor grumbled, the pain medicine obviously kicking in.

Embarrassed, you snapped your head towards Marcus who was quick to look away.

“I’ll, uh.” Marcus pointed towards the kitchen and quickly made himself scarce leaving you and Nestor in the living room.

“Not a very good one if this was the highlight of my night.” Your voice was annoyed but you spoke the truth.

Nestor smiled at your response. It was a mix of pride and also relief. “Maybe, when this is all over, I can take you on a date.”

His voice was slurring, it was another empty promise, you knew that, but you also knew that he meant it.

“You should get some rest, Nes.” As your hand swayed next to him, he grabbed it.

“Promise me that you’ll give me a chance.”

You froze at his touch but then nodded. If he could give you an empty promise, you should be able to also.

“I promise.”

Part 1

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zaenight · 1 year

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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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Chapter Twenty-Eight is now live!

After the brutality of last night y'all deserved a little treat, so please enjoy this pure smut filled chapter. If you have no desire to read smut, you can skip this chapter.

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Fertility Struggles II

Gif credit @angels-reyes

Part 2 to Fertility struggles. Hope you all enjoy.

Taglist @nocturnalherb16. @jesseswartzwelder. @leaalfred. @creepers-baby-girl. @writerwithasoul. @twistnet. @baylishh. @believinghurts. @ilovetaquitosmmmm. @mayans-mc.

Month after month since starting IVF, you've gotten your period. It was starting to make you mad. You were actually getting tired of using periods at the end of a sentence. They were everywhere. One month you did get your hopes up because you missed your period but wham that bitch hit you at the end of the month. She wasnt going to let your dreams come true.

It was the first day of your period and Nestor came home happy thinking this might have worked. You've been moody and eating a lot. But you were scared to tell him.

"You got your period"? He asked when he saw you on the couch, with your sweats, a box of tissues and icecream with a blanket wrapped around you.

"Yeah. That bitch can't give us a break. I'm sorry". You said with a sniffle.

"It's okay. We can try again". He came over to the couch and sat down pulling your legs to his lap.

"I dont know if I want too". You replied, playing with your icecream in the tub.

"What do you mean"? Nestor moved in his seat to look at you. He was confused. This has always been the number one thing you have ever wanted.

"IVF seems to not be working. I'm getting my period every month. It's like I'm taking this drug for the fun of it. I'm putting us through hell and getting nothing". You wiped away tears with your sleeve.

"Its not for nothing. We're going to make a baby. You can't give up". He rested his hand on your stomach.

"I havent. Maybe we should look into adoption or a surrogate"?

"So you're wanting me to take my sperm and put it in someone else that is not my wife"? Nestor looked confused and like you wanted him to walk into this trap.

"Maybe. There wont be any contact with your junk and her junk. Itll be through a doctor. So calm down. You're not sleeping with anyone but me". You laughed as he sighed a sigh of relief.

"Alright. Why dont you go to the doctor and make sure that they can't do anything before we jump to those options".

"I'm tired Nestor. I'm tired. I dont want anymore doctors".

"Just go for me. We cant give up".

"Alright. Fine. For you but if they say they cant. I'm done. My body has been through enough. I cant". You shake your head. Tears rolling down your cheeks. Your heart has been broken so many times and you couldnt go through that again. Your heart couldn't bare it.

"What brings you in today"? Your doctor asked, she probably already knows the answer.

"IVF isn't working. I've tried everything you said. I keep getting my period every month. I'm just, it's like it's no hope for me". You explain.

"How long does the periods last"?

"Two maybe three days but it's like spotting. No heavy flow".

"Okay. I'm going to do a ultrasound and see if we can see anything".

"I'm telling you theres nothing in there". You sigh laying back on the table.

"You never know". She said before stepping out the door.

She came back in with a nurse and the machine. The gel she squirted was cold on your stomach.

"Alright, let's see what we got".

Looking at the screen, you saw nothing. Blank uterus. "Told you".

"Dont be so sure. What is this"? She pointed to the screen and saw two little jellybeans just floating around in your uterus.

You about hopped off the table when she said that. "How is that possible". You asked about in tears.

"Well, when you're on the IVF, occasional spotting happens and some mistake it as their period. But you're pregnant. With twins. It's to early to tell what they are but they seem healthy". She said taking pictures of the jellybeans.

"Oh my God. Nestor is going to freak when I tell him". You gasped as she handed you the ultrasound photo.

"Thank you so much for everything. You have no idea what this means to us". You hugged her crying.

"I think I have a idea. I too had a hard time having children so I know what it feels like to get that news that you're pregnant". She smiled and gave you a prescription for prenatal vitamins.

"Thanks again". You said before leaving her office.

You were so excited to tell Nestor that he was going to be a daddy. But then the nerves kicked in. What happens if this is like last time? What if you lose them or even one? You were going to take every precaution there was. You put yourself on bedrest and a healthier diet. Thinking those could help to keep the babies.

Getting home, Nestor was already there. Walking into the house, he was cooking. Something so good it made your mouth water.

"What are you cooking? I hope you made tons of it"? You moaned when you got to the kitchen, the aroma getting stronger.

"Its my fathers recipe. I knew you would like it. It's great for getting women pregnant. Just look at me". Nestor said with a wink coming over to you and kissed your head. You wrapped your arms around him.

"How was the doctors? Everything okay"? He asked looking down at you.

"Everything's wonderful". You grinned from ear to ear.

"Really? Just last night you didnt want to go. What changed"?

"Oh just the two little lives growing inside me". You swiftly pulled out the sonogram and put it in his face with a squeal.

"You're joking? What? How? Oh my god". He picked you up, kissing your lips.

"Babies. We had tons of sex and oh my god is right. We finally did it. The doctor said they look healthy".

"Oh baby, I'm so happy and so very thankful". Nestor held you tight. All his dreams were coming true.

"Me too. But I'm not taking any chances. I'm putting myself on bedrest and we're going to start eating healthier foods. No delicious tub of icecream or chips or tacos". You frowned licking your lips. Now the cravings start.

"Babe, you can have all of that just eat it a little at a time. Foods not going to hurt you. Might make you nauseous or give you heartburn but you have to eat".

"I know. I'm just scared. Because we dont know what caused the miscarriages. Anything can be a trigger. We just have to be careful and watch out for signs".

"We will. Um, can we not tell anyone until we know for sure we're out of the woods"?

"I was thinking the same thing. I don't want to get anyone's hopes up if they will be torn apart. I'm scared to get excited but I am. I cant for these jellybeans to be in our arms. Safe and sound". You squeezed Nestor. He was so happy. But the little voice said something could go wrong. Praying that it didnt.

During your pregnancy, you had one scare but that was it. You made it to 38 weeks then your water broke. Then the real nervousness kicked in. The babies room was prepared and you had everything they needed. You were just nervous about them getting here.

Luckily they came out healthy and strong with tons of hair.

Cruz Valentino Oceteva weighed 7lbs 4oz. He looked just like Nestor and a head of hair. Nestor tried to braid it like his. He succeeded in doing so. Heartburn was the worst.

Maya Jade Oceteva weighed 6lbs 2oz. Se was a lot smaller than her brother but was a strong little girl. You know how they say you carry them for nine months and they come out looking like their father. That's true. She looked like Nestor but with your nose. And a head full of hair that you put little bows in.

God you were so lucky to have Nestor and the babies. Life was complete. Well maybe. Another kid wouldnt hurt. Or three. But for now you were going to enjoy the baby moments and the smell of their little heads. Which you and Nestor took turns sniffing each of the babies heads.

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cherryplasmids · 4 years

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☆ good company ☆

pairing: nestor oceteva x reader fandom: mayans m.c — season 2-ish prompt: nestor doesn’t mind being your chauffeur as long as he can spend time with you before you leave. notes: my coco fic barely has any recognition, so i’m assuming this won’t either

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When Miguel told Nestor that Nestor's promotion as an adviser isn't happening, it angered Nestor. Besides Marcus getting the job Nestor rightfully deserved, Nestor got demoted to being an over-glorified babysitter/chauffeur. Emily and Dita posed problems for him. Always hiding secrets from Miguel and as a result, undermining Nestor's capabilities in watching Miguel's family. In a way, dealing with them became far more exhausting than running around town with Miguel. At least then, even with the potential of being injured, there's action to keep him entertained.

For the longest time after Miguel shut him down, Nestor was bored with his job. The strong love to protect the Galindo's dwindled due to the overwhelming, annoying issues each Galindo member decided to be apart of.

That is until you came along.

The house dynamic between the Galindo members shifted. Everyone seemed happy, almost too enthusiastic over your arrival. For a short time, Miguel even halted his Agricultural Park project and cartel business to accommodate you.

Initially, Nestor isn't too thrilled about meeting you. Miguel gave him the job to protect you for the two months you'd be visiting. After all, he'd only be your chauffeur. But then, he met you and his uncaring attitude disappeared. Within a week, he genuinely enjoyed your company, far more than Emily's or Dita's. Soon enough, within a month, he became completely enamored with you. However, he knew that he couldn't necessarily entertain his affections. Not only are you Miguel's prized friend, but you're under his supervision. Oh, and you'll be leaving for New York City in just a few weeks.

Luckily, as of late, you've been needing Nestor to escort you more than usual. For once, being a chauffeur is the best thing he's ever experienced. The traces of resentment he felt toward Miguel disappeared as well.

"Hey, Nestor?" He looks up at the rear-view mirror to find you looking out the window. He hums to get your attention. "How long until we get to Miguel's?"

"About an hour and a half."

You sigh and lean your hot forehead against the cold window. Nestor keeps his eyes on you, watching your lips form into a pout. It takes him a minute to shake himself from the sight. But just as he looks away, you begin to talk again.

"Since we have so much time to kill. Tell me about yourself." Nestor remains silent. He isn't even sure if he's allowed to speak candidly to you and in all honesty, he doesn't even want to. After all, you're leaving soon. If he starts chatting, he'll get more attached. "Oh, come on! You're this elusive character. A mystery to many."

He shrugs. "There's nothing to me."

"Yeah okay." You roll your eyes. "Is this all you do? Miguelito makes you drive people around all day?"

"Only beautiful women." Fuck.

You blush prettily at his compliment. "You tell Em and Dita such pretty words."

I'm already in too deep. Might as well play with fire until I get burned. "I don't think Mikey would like me hitting on his wife and mom."

Somehow, even when you snort, he still finds it sexy. His eyes return to the road and he thanks Mother Mary that this desolate back road has no cars driving beside him. Before you can get another word in, your ringtone disrupts the relaxed atmosphere. The sigh of resignation signals to Nestor that it's your job calling. He doesn't usually eavesdrop (unless Miguel makes him listen in on Dita or Emily's conversations), so he focuses on the road once more. Besides, you began to speak a different language that is beyond his comprehension.

After what seems to be an eternity, you hand up and rub your forehead. Nestor wants to ask about your welfare or your situation, but he reminds himself that that is above his job description.

"I knew these dumbasses can't function without me." You huff angrily, tossing your phone into your purse and rub your temples. Once you get minimal relief, you look up. "Anyway, where were we? Oh yeah, you were flirting with me."

Nestor remains silent. What the fuck is Mikey gonna say?

"I would've never thought you were a charmer." You breathe out a laugh before pushing yourself to the edge of the car seat. "That's good, though. I was thinking that this is a one-sided attraction." With that, your perfectly manicured fingers dance across his gray button-down.

He jolts at the touch, looking down at your fingers. He says your name firmly before pushing your hand away. "Mikey won't like this."

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him, Nestor." You whisper, leaning even further forward to graze his ear with your teeth. He sucks in a breath and your fingers return to play the buttons. He mumbles something about not keeping secrets. "How 'bout this? We'll see where this takes us for the time being until we're secure enough to tell him."

Whatever you just said doesn't compute within Nestor's whirling mind. He nods while trying not to close his eyes at the sensation of you sucking on his earlobe. But as soon as you're fingers trail down to his slacks, his mind finally catches.

Fuck it.

Nestor pulls over behind a dune before you could do some serious damage. Once he's parked, he turns to you. "Are you sure about this?" You nod and smile which signals him to grab you by the neck and press a kiss onto your own. Miguel will have to wait for your return. Now, Nestor is taking what's rightfully his.

He'll deal with the repercussions later.

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word count: 933 published: march 31, 2020 edited: n/a

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divine17 · 4 years

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↳ Bodyguard!Nestor x Celebrity!Reader | MASTERLIST

Fandom: Mayans MC

Request: N/A... Kinda?

Count: 35

A/N: I kind of want to write a part two to these head canons 🤔 ... Thoughts? Also, based on an idea by my bby @rosabellablood <3

It seemed as if you’d become famous overnight, or at least it certainly felt that way

Your big break was a small, low-budget indie psychological horror film that you’d signed on to play the leading role in sometime last year

No one expected much to come of it, just a fun little passion project, but you liked the script so you agreed to be involved

The film ended up making the festival circuit later on, and in a complete turn of events, it blew up overnight, effectively launching you into the global spotlight

Audiences all over the world loved the storyline for it’s originality, how it was unlike anything else they’d ever seen, and critics praised everything else- especially your performance as the lovely, yet stunningly murderous, heroine-turned-villain

And with your newfound celebrity status, you began experiencing a lot of new things that you’d never felt as a lesser popular actress

Mostly just a lot of crazy fans, some obsessive stalkers that occasionally showed up to your house and demanded your autograph, and the usual amount of people harassing you on social media

And they all seemed fairly harmless (or so you’d like to think), but your agent insisted you get a security team as soon as possible

You brushed him off for a while, but he persisted, and you eventually (reluctantly, and begrudgingly) agreed to one bodyguard of your joint choosing

And that’s how you ended up with the one and only Mr. Nestor Oceteva, courtesy of some expensive, uppity company

It sort of stunned you when the two of you first met during the initial interviews, how handsome he was and how professional he was, seemingly unbothered by your celebrity

He had an aura of authority and almost demanded respect, even when he was silent

And when he spoke, it somehow got more intense in the best sort of way

Nestor was tall and muscular, his long black hair braided neatly into two plaits on either side of his face, with the black wire of his communications piece tucked behind his ear

Faded, but colorful tattoos ran down his arms, mostly visible when he rolled up the sleeves of his dark dress shirt, and a large one rested on his neck, peaking above his pristinely starched collar

And despite the same damn pair of yellow sunglasses he wore every single day that got on your nerves unlike anything else, he was very handsome, and strangely enough, exactly your type

But you paid that no mind, or really, really tried not to

He was here to do one job, and that was guarantee your personal safety, not be some human decoration for you to stare at

At first, neither of you really quite liked each other, though you spent a lot of time together

(Kind of hard not to when he’s in your home for over twelve hours at a time)

He wasn’t too fond of protecting and driving around a celebrity (but it paid too damn good to pass up, even though he had basically zero experience with it), and you weren’t totally sold on the idea of a security detail meets chauffeur, so the two of you clashed for a while

He barely spoke to you unless it was important, rarely ever giving you any more attention past the bare minimum of what you needed, keeping his eyes and mind focused on your safety and only that

It eventually got to the point where your agent noticed the tension and asked if you wanted to fire him and find a replacement, to which you quickly declined

And after all, it didn’t take too long for the two of you to grow bored of the constant silence that lurked while in each other’s company

One day, you finally broke that looming silence with something totally dumb, like asking if he had Words With Friends on his phone

He did, and the two of you played back and forth for hours while you finally carried on a real, genuine conversation with one another

For the record, he was pretty damn good at it, but you managed to beat him a few times

After that, it becomes a lot more frequent

Not just games on your phones but the deep, candid talks you’d find yourself embroiled in with him

You’d talk about anything and everything under the sun

The weather, sports, shows you needed to watch, reading some of the not-so-good scripts you had been sent, his secret passion for cooking or his military experiences, or the two of you sharing secrets back and forth

The nights where he’d grab takeout on his way to your house for work and the two of you would watch cheesy comedy flicks or terrifying horror movies were your favorite

The two of you would just be calm and chill and it was simple, a very nice break away from your newly chaotic everyday life

He didn’t give a single fuck about your growing wealth or your status or who you were, he just saw you as yourself

To Nestor, you were just Y/N Y/L/N, a girl from Y/H/T who happened to employ him, and that was good enough for both of you to enjoy

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fairytellerxo · 5 years

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2 Nestors

This was an idea suggested by @vicmackeybullshxt. It’s far from over because it was fun and with Halloween Month starting tomorrow, I need to see where this goes!

It was the annual Halloween party and Nestor Oceteva of course dressed like he did all of the time, save for the fake vampire bites he decided to throw onto his neck this year. He had a routine, he’d show face, have a few drinks and leave with whatever young lady piqued his interest the most. This year saw a break in his routine because this year, he had a woman and he couldn’t wait to see what she dressed up as.

He was hoping for something sexy but not over the top, he wanted to have a good time and the last thing he needed was to fight with some drunk guy who felt as if he had the right to touch his woman. He shook his head, hearing the bedroom door finally open before the beautiful brunette appeared in the door way. “Baby,”

“Babe,” she walked towards him, coming fully into the light, a big smile on her face as she spun around. “Do you like it?”

He nodded slowly as he studied her carefully before laughing. “You’re going as me?” He pulled on her braids and shrugged. “You look better in a suit than I could ever even imagine.”

“Even got the shoulder holsters,” she opened up the suit jacket and smirked. “See, I really do pay attention to you.” She kissed him and smiled. “How’s it like kissing yourself?”

“Just missing guns,” he took his out and placed them in her holsters. “It’s a little weirder, glad you skipped the goatee.”

She shook her head. “I was going to put it on but figured I should wait until we leave for the party.” She closed the jacket. “Vampire Nestor huh?” She poked his neck. “Love it.”

“Let’s see the full Nestor costume then,” he followed her towards the bathroom. “I know my suit don’t hug me like that.”

“Gotta get it tailored,” she glanced back and winked. “Do you want your guns back?”

“Nah,” he shook his head slowly. “It completes your costume, plus you’re the protector tonight. Better handle shit if anything pops off, okay?”

She nodded. “I got you,” she turned around and held her arms out. “You already know, I got you baby, forever and always. I just hope you can deal with all my shenanigans.”

Nestor pulled the brunette to him, settling his hands on her hips before flashing a smile. “If I can deal with this, I can deal with anything else you got for me.”

“Good because I don’t know how to tell you this,” she rested her hands on his. “But I’m pregnant…”

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Yours, Mine, Ours

Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 1 of the August Prompts: sunglasses

Warnings: none...just the fact that I haven’t written for Nestor in eons lmao

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Guess who is a glutton for punishment and is going to try and do another month-long marathon of writing a fic a day??? It’s me! I did it last year with the July Prompts and enjoyed it so we’ll see if I can get another streak going. Here’s to day one! Enjoy some little soft slice of life with Nestor. 🥰

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You were lingering by the front door, keys in hand while you waited for him to finish getting ready. You could hear him shuffling around the house as he looked for something. The number of times you’d heard him huff out little sighs of frustration was far too high, but you had to admit that each time it happened you got a bit of a laugh out of it.

Walking out of the hallway, he looked around for a moment as he spoke, “Have you seen my—” he stopped himself short when he finally looked at you, the answer to his question immediately staring him in the face.

You smiled, tilting your head slightly, “Seen your what?”

All of the annoyance immediately faded from his face as he walked over to you, tapping the pair of yellow shades that were resting on top of your head, “I told you, I’ll get you your own pair.”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “But I don’t want my own pair, I just want to keep stealing yours.”

He rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face as he went to reach for the sunglasses, “But I want to be able to wear my own gla—”

You didn’t let him finish the sentence as you gently grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand down away from your head and pulling him closer to you in the process so you could kiss him on the lips. You could feel the way he smiled against you, and the second you felt his arm loop around the small of your back you knew that you weren’t going to have to give him his glasses back any time soon.

Pulling your lips off of his, you looked at him with a smile, “What were you saying?”

He rolled his eyes at the way you batted your eyelashes at him, but he knew that there was no way he was going to be able to tell you no. He gave you a light peck on the lips, “Nothing,” he swiped the keys from you with a laugh, “Let’s go.”

“I said I could drive!” you chuckled as you followed him out the front door.

“You can’t wear my glasses and drive my car,” he joked as he hit the unlock button on his keys.

“Fine,” you dramatically opened the passenger-side door with a laugh as you swung yourself into the passenger seat on the SUV.

As the two of you cruised down the road, you slowly got more and more settled in the passenger seat. You propped your feet up on the dashboard as you pulled your phone out, scrolling through to find the right playlist for the drive. You felt the way Nestor kept glancing over at you, and you were expecting him to reach over and pull on your legs so that your feet weren’t up on the dash anymore, but instead he just rested his hand on your thigh, giving your leg a light squeeze. You smiled, resting one hand over his as you finally picked a song.

Any time the two of had to drive somewhere that was more than forty minutes away, you always ended up falling asleep. That was half the benefit of Nestor always being the one to drive—you usually got to take a little bit of a nap. If anyone ever had to sit in the passenger seat after you they most likely sank at first with how you had the seat pushed back and angled. Nestor always said that he never understood how it could be comfortable, how you could wake up and not have insane neck problems, but it worked for you.

This wasn’t any different than the other times he drove. Soon enough, you were passed out in the seat beside him, head resting back against the seat. He knew that you fell asleep the second your hand slipped from resting on top of his. Sparing a glance over at you, he couldn’t help the small chuckle that slipped past his lips. It was a sight that never got old.

You turned your head in your sleep, the shift in angle causing the sunglasses on top of your head to slip down and land over the bridge of your nose. The sudden feeling of them on your face snapped you awake from your nap, jolting you upright as your eyes popped open. You blinked hard a couple times and when you finally started to really come around, you could hear Nestor’s laughter from the driver’s seat.

Sneaking your fingers underneath the lenses of the shades you were wearing, you rubbed at the corners of your eyes, “How long was I asleep for?”

He shook his head, “Not long.”

“Are we almost there?”

He chuckled at how sleepy you still sounded, “Almost, yea. We got about twenty minutes left.”

“Hm,” you adjusted the glasses so that sat better on your nose, “Not long enough for another nap.”

He shook his head, eyes focused on the road, “Probably not.”

You readjusted your seat, sitting up a little straighter now that you were going to be awake and somewhat alert for the rest of the ride. You reached over, resting your hand over his on top of the center console. He didn’t turn to look at you, but you could see the small, satisfied smile on his face.

“Do me a favor?” he asked.

“Sure, what’s up?”

He nodded towards the glove compartment, “Open that up for me?”

Reaching forward, you popped it open, the door of it dropping down. There was a mess of papers haphazardly stuffed in there, but you also noticed a pair of sunglasses as well. Not the same type of yellow shades that you had taken from him, but just the typical darkly tinted kind.

He nodded again, “Grab those for me?”

You laughed as you reached for them and handed them over to him, “All the times you’ve given me shit about taking these, and you had a backup pair?”

He laughed as he put them on, “I give you shit because they’re mine, not because I don’t have any other pairs.”

“If you have other pairs, can’t these just be ours?”

He shook his head, and even though you couldn’t see it to be sure, you were fairly certain that he rolled his eyes, “No.”

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Could you do "come on, baby, I can call your bluff" with Nestor?

You have a tell, you don't know you do but Nestor does. Everytime a lie or a mistruth slips out of you mouth, you toy with the stud in your left ear.

The first time he noticed it was when you told him the paper rose you left on his pillow wasn't a big deal. Just something you did randomly when waiting for the kettle to boil. He hasn't realised at the time it was your way of wooing him.

Now as he sits across drop you intently studying your features, he sees you reach up again, thumb skating over the silver star in your ear. He smiles and shakes his head, because you don't realise that you've just lost the game you're playing.

Two truths and a lie.

"Prague's the lie." He tells you. "You've never been to Prague."

"Fuck." You mutter, your hand pulling away from your ear. "How do you always know?"

He raises his eyebrows and gives you a smile. You find it both endearing and completely infuriating because this man knows you so well and he never let's you win.

"I suppose you want you're prize now." You mutter, shifting position on the couch to part your legs. He puts a cushion on the floor and sits between them, his back coming to rest against the sofa before you begin to undo his braids.

"You know I would have given you a head massage anyway if you'd asked." You say softly, your fingertips smoothing over his scalp, shaking out the remnants of the braids.

"Hm." The little noise in his throat vocalises his pleasure. "But it feels so much better earned."

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Come Undone - A Nestor Oceteva/Reader Short.

Just a lil’ bit of fluffiness for Nes!

Words - 583

Warnings - None!

“Are you okay?”

You shuffle onto your side, turning to look at him. “I’m sleepy.”

He snorts softly at this, reaching to stroke your face. “Oh, really? I could never tell.”

His sarcasm is always soft, never biting, unless he’s angry about something. With you, though, he has little cause to ever be vexed. Well, perhaps when you take much too long deciding on food, or where to go in order to get it in the first place. For a man whose whole life is steeped in bullets and bloodshed, Nestor is remarkably calm and controlled. He has to be, you suppose.

“I believe the technical term is dick drunk.” Your words have him laughing quietly in an instant.

“That doesn’t sound very technical to me.” The proud smirk that lights up his face has enough wattage behind it to power an entire city. “I’ll take it, though.”

“Well, why break the habit of a lifetime?” He frowns, pinching you. “Nes, no!”

“You know your sass won’t be tolerated, young lady.” Oh yes, how right he is. “Besides, you’ve only known me a few months. Give it time before you make such sweeping statements.”

You scoff, poking him in the chest. “Oh, I need more than four months, do I, to attest that you soak up compliments like a sponge without even a hint of modesty?”

“You just let me fuck your mouth until I came all over your face, and you’re mentioning modesty?” He snort laughs, shaking his head, rooting a finger into one of his braids and scratching his head.

“Yeah, yeah,” you sigh, waving your hand at his comment, sitting up a little. “Whatever.”

“You’re cute, you know that?”

You beam, watching as he continues to scratch. “I try.” A moment of pause follows, your fingers curling around one of his braids, giving it a gentle shake. “You should just unbraid your hair if your head itches. I don’t think I’ve ever seen your hair loose, either. How long is it?”

“Long!” he exclaims with a soft snort. “You can unravel ‘em if you like?”

You like.

Shifting up, you push his back gently, encouraging him to move and seat himself between your legs, Nestor stroking your calves as you unfasten the first one, placing the band down on the nightstand, your fingers unhooking each careful link. He's better at doing his hair than you are yours, you think, knowing that your own endeavours in attempting French braids were not executed quite as neatly. You work up to his scalp, the hair coming loose in your hands, a mountain of black waves becoming free, repeating the same on the other side.

“Oh wow,” you exclaim softly, letting the curls tumble through your fingers. “You have the most beautiful hair I’ve ever encountered. Shit, what’s your conditioner bill like every month?”

He raises his eyebrows, leaning back against you. “Enough for me to consider buying shares in Aussie.” You knew you recognised the scent somewhere.

“You should wear it down more often,” you comment, Nestor shaking his head.

“Nah, it gets in the way.”

“Of what?”

He turns, pushing your legs wider apart, kissing you between your breasts. “Lots of things. One in particular.”

Half an hour later, and you’re left wondering why he’d think that, as clutching handfuls of his beautiful mane while he goes down on you, from your perspective at least, is only an added bonus to anything sexual, rather than the hindrance he alluded it to be.

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garbinge · 1 year

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New Years Resolutions Pt. 2

Nestor x F!Reader

Day 26 from these April Prompts: “I’ve been practicing all year and I think I’m ready to show you”

Summary: Part 2 to New Years Resolutions. You want to show Nestor your most recent resolution even though he’s overseas. (Pre-Cartel Nestor)

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. A little angsty, but mainly fluff.

A/N: I loved writing Part 1 to this, it was actually the first prompt I wrote when I started this challenge and when I saw this prompt I knew it’d fit perfectly for a Part 2.

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Part 1

“Okay so, I’ve been practicing all year and I think I’m finally ready to show you.” You positioned the guitar on your thighs as you sat in front of the computer screen that was showing you a glitchy and pixelated Nestor. His blue camo navy uniform sat on his shoulders and his hair was shorter, not exactly buzzed but not as long as you remember it being last time you video chatted.

“Alright, let me hear it.” Nestor’s voice filled the computer speaker and you could see his smile as he grinned at the webcam.

“Okay well, wait.” You let go of the neck of the guitar and rested your other over the body of it.

Nestor’s smile grew as he waited for your explanation.

“I want to know how you’ve been, your last letter was short and not very informative.” Your head fell to the side.

He laughed and leaned forward in the folding chair he was set up in and as he made his way back against the back of the chair you saw the other people on calls with their family and friends in the background.

“Where even are you?” You added one more question to the list.

“You know I can’t tell you that.” Nestor’s face fell at the sound of your last question.

“I miss boot camp.” You mumbled and took an exhale.

Bootcamp was 6 months, Nestor had been scheduled to come back home for a week in the summer but he was called to action immediately. No one knew where, no one knew when, no one knew anything except he wasn’t going to be home in the summer. Luckily, once they were docked wherever they were located, they set up the internet and allowed the sailors to video call their friends and family. They were only allowed a few minutes of talking time, it was limited for each sailor, so they scheduled different times for different family members, you felt lucky you always made the cut.

“You gonna show me your newly found talent or what?” Nestor asked with a chuckle back behind his voice.

All your other new years resolutions weren’t so talent driven, you had baked something once a week, volunteered at a new charity every month, and your most recent resolution, read a book a month. This was your first time truly learning something new and you felt the pressure.

You were about to argue, make some excuse because you were nervous, but the connection cut. The space where Nestor was went black and a loading symbol had popped up. Things like this happened occasionally on your calls, but this one cut deeper. Sharing with Nestor your New Year's Resolutions was a tradition you had done for years and now that it was taken from you jus like that you felt some type of way. The initial shock of the video call dropping was gone in seconds, the pit in your stomach felt larger with every passing second and soon enough the anger was bubbling up. You slammed your laptop shut, tossed the guitar to the ground and climbed into bed with the hopes that you could sleep your emotions away.

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For the next five days you didn’t leave your room unless it was for food or quick bathroom trips. You sat in front of your laptop waiting for a notification, an email, anything from Nestor. You missed your parents holiday party, which you never really spent much time at anyways, but this year just felt different.

You sat in your desk chair staring at your laptop, your finger mindlessly moving around the mouse as some YouTube video played, your eyes jumping up to the right of the screen any time any notification came through in hopes it was from Nestor. You had the hood of your hoodie up and you sat pretty much in the dark except for some string lights you had hung up when you felt more in the festive spirit.

“You look like a psycho.” Nestor’s voice caused you to sit alerted and look at your open bedroom door.

You were at a loss for words, Nestor, your best friend, was standing in the doorway of your bedroom, in uniform. For a second you double guessed what you were seeing, had you been staring at the computer screen for so long maybe your mind was just playing tricks on you.

“You gonna show me what you learned on the guitar or did I come home for no reason?”

Nope. That was him. His voice sent chills down your spine, you felt tears well up in your eyes and before you could have another thought you were up out of your chair and into his arms. You practically collapsed into him and he embraced you with such an eagerness.

“Are you really fuckin’ here right now?” You whispered with your face against his chest.

He let out a small laugh and kissed the top of your head.

“Yea, I’m really here.” He whispered back.

You pulled your head away from the embrace and looked up at him and for the first time in a year you felt every feeling towards Nestor you buried down come to the surface. It felt like when you threw a mentos into a bottle of coke. You felt the adrenaline literally in your chest. Without another second passing, you grabbed his face and brought it down to yours and met his lips with yours. It wasn’t how you imagined your first kiss, actually, you weren’t sure if you really imagined it would happen at all. That’s when you froze in the middle of the kiss and pulled away with eyes wide.

“Holy shit I’m sorry.” You brought your hands off of his face and used one to wipe your lip trying to erase any memory of what you just did so you could go back like it never happened.

Nestor’s face was neutral, you hadn’t seen him have a neutral face all year, every video call he was waiting to see you with a smile and a laugh, he never let anything that happened while he was overseas show. Which is why your adrenaline had turned you sick, you felt your nerves taking over.

That was until he leaned back down and kissed you right back. Out of instinct you let out a startled yelp that turned into a moan from him deepening the kiss. His hand fell effortlessly to your waist and he gripped you closer to his body, his tongue making his way into your mouth as you got lost in the smell of his cologne, a scent you hadn’t smelled in a full year that almost brought you to your knees.

Nestor pulled away from the kiss and your face filled with disappointment with the loss of his lips on yours. His breath was hot against your face as he caught his breath and spoke.

“I missed you.” He mumbled the words at such a low volume it would have gone unheard if you weren’t so close to him.

“You have no idea.” You let out a breathy laugh.

“You been waiting at the computer for a notification all week?” He asked letting his eyes dance around your room but still not letting his hold on you loosen up.

“Guy hung up on me and didn’t even have the courtesy to send me an email.” You smirked at your own sarcasm.

“He sounds like a prick.” Nestor whispered again.

You smiled and closed your eyes for a minute really relishing in the fact that you had just finally kissed your best friend after pining after him for years but also that he was here, right in front of you. “How’d you know I was waiting all week?”

“You stink.” Nestor didn’t hesitate in his explanation.

It earned him a shove back into the hallway while he laughed.

“You’ll probably say the same thing when you hear me play.” You grabbed the guitar and plopped down on your bed as he walked back to lean in your doorway.

“Well, good thing I’m home for a month.” He said, crossing his arms and his one leg over the other as he stood. “We got enough time for you to shower and for me to teach you how to really play.”

A month. You felt the air in your lungs breath a sigh of relief. 30 days. That was plenty of time. It would never be enough, nothing they gave him would be, but it was better than a week, better than a few days, you knew you’d always have to share his time when he was back and a month was just enough time where you felt okay giving him up for some days.

“I need to really learn by New Years Eve, though.” You mocked what he said.

He scrunched up his nose, “then I guess you better shower quick.”

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