#nestor oceteva x y/n

[thegirlwhowritesfics]

Mastermind

NSFW 18+ - Not smutty but smut implied.

It was one of those rare days in Santo Padre where the cool air reminds you that there are four seasons, the scent of death lingers in the air. The leaves, the soil, the grass, all dying as autumn blows through town, everything tinged brown. The click of her boots echo through the empty park as she slides into the cold metal chair, placing her handbag carefully on the ground she pulls out a smaller bag emptying it on the chess board table. 

Her long fingers placing the pieces from their last meeting, satisfied with their placement she leans back, studying the board. Trying to predict his next move. She doesn’t have to wait long, as he slides into his seat, no acknowledgement of her as he slides his next move. 

A smirk dances across his lips as he watches her, her skin glowing, she’s always been brighter than anything in this town. He watches as she cocks an eyebrow studying the board. Her tongue darted out, licking her lower lip, before her teeth sank in. He wonders what it would be like to sink his teeth into her delicate lips, would she enjoy it, or would she shed a tear? He doesn’t know which option excites him more. 

She finally looks up, his hair is out of his normal braids, his curls cascading around his face, a hint of the wildness that sits just under his skin. Her eyes roam, taking in his wide shoulders and hard chest. His tattoos poking out of his shirt collar and his wrists, she lets her mind wander, wondering just how far down his ink goes. Her fingers hover over her next move, and without a second thought she captures two of his pieces. 

A soft laugh escapes his lips, as her eyes meet his dark ones, getting lost in the soft flecks of gold within. 

“One of these days I’m going to stop letting you win,” he murmurs. 

“You’ve never once let me win,” she retorts. 

“No?” he asks, cocking his eyebrow as he makes his next move. 

She gazes down at the board, thinking of her next move “why would you?” she asks. 

He leans back in his chair stretching his legs out, his jeans brushing up against her stockings, the heat from his body making him shiver. 

“Maybe I just want to get back in your good graces,” he smirks. 

“There are better ways to get back in my good graces” she states, making her move, her eyes studying his fingers, wondering what they would feel like against her bare skin, skimming across her ribs, cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between them. 

She can feel the intensity of his gaze, as she looks up meeting his eyes again. His tongue darts out, licking his lower lip, another shiver runs through her. 

“You could get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness to start with” she says, moving her final piece into place “Checkmate” she smirks as she packs up the pieces, as he leans back in his chair, smirking at her. 

She slides an envelope across the table as she stands, picking her handbag up and slings it over her shoulder. As she starts to walk away his hand snakes out grabbing her arm, she can feel his warmth through the thickness of her coat, his fingers setting her alight. 

She looks down at him as he smirks up at her “tell me when and where” he murmurs, his voice tinged with anticipation and desire. 

She reaches into her coat pocket pulling out the card she prepared earlier, dropping it into his lap, leaning down as she brushes her lips across his ear.

“Don’t be late,” she whispers, feeling the shiver run through him. 

Straightening up, she walks back out of the park, her heels echoing against the concrete, his eyes burning into her from behind. 

Once she’s out of sight he picks up the card she dropped, heavy paper, embossed with gold detailing only an address with a date and time, neatly typed. 

He smirks down at the card “checkmate” he mutters to himself as he collects the envelope off the table and heads out of the park himself. 

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[obsessedasusual]

Heart Eyes and Apple Pies - Nestor Oceteva x Reader

Pairing: Nestor Oceteva X Reader

Warnings: None! Just enjoy soft!Nestor please and thank you

Summary: Sometimes life gets hard for no reason at all, luckily your favourite customer has a way with words

Note: Guess who finally opened their WIP folder for the first time in MONTHS. I'm in love with this man. I can't wait to see his story in S4!!

It was the soft melodies playing on the radio, swaying your hips as you moved around the small kitchen. It was smell of cookie dough that filled the air while you rolled out the pastry on your newest experiment. It was the smiles of the elderly couple who came in every Wednesday morning for a sweet treat on their weekly date.

It was the ring of the bell on top of the door followed by the, “Hey, querida” from your favourite braided-haired regular.

Smiling, you looked up from the cake you were icing, “What can I get you on this fine morning, Nestor?”

Apple pie, you thought quietly smug, it was always apple pie.

“You know what I’m here for.” Nestor chuckled as he moved forward to lean on the counter.

“Ya know,” you started, leaning below the counter to grab the to-go container, “it wouldn’t hurt to broaden your horizons every once in a while. You might just find your new favourite treat.”

Nestor had been one of the first customers through the door when you had first opened the bakery nine months ago. His usual coffee shop had been closed for whatever reason one morning so, in a huff, he had walked into the next coffee-esque place he came across. You had added a slice of apple pie to go with his coffee, on the house, when you picked up on his foul mood and you’ll never forget the surprise in his eyes when he realized. He had been back for his coffee and apple pie combo every week since.

He smiled, “What’s that saying? If it’s not broken don’t fix it?” His eyes following you closely as you moved swiftly.

Before you could reply, the comfortable atmosphere was interrupted by Nestor’s phone going off. You held back a smirk at his muffled “fuck” before he answered. Never one to eavesdrop you continued making his coffee and packing up his slice of apple pie.

“Bad day at work?” You offered when he finished the call.

He tiredly shook his head before lifting his eyes to meet yours, ”You have no idea, querida.”

The nickname had started a month after he first walked into your shop. Querida this and querida that. Just quietly – you loved it. He knew your name, just chose not to use it often.

“Well,” you slid his order across the counter as he settled up, “hopefully this can bring some sort of welcome relief.”

“You’re always the highlight of my week, querida.” He cursed as his phone rang again, “Shit, I gotta go,” he looked up to you and grinned, “a pleasure as always, Y/N.”

You offered a small wave and a, “take care, Nes.” Then he was gone.

Holy shit. You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You were the highlight of his week. Not the apple pie. Not the coffee. YOU. Were you reading too much into this? Probably, but damn if you didn’t feel on top of the world. Okay, so you had a little crush on the mysterious tattooed man. Tiny… barely there! You could try and convince yourself all you wanted, but he was really the only guy to properly grab your attention since you had moved to Santo Padre.

He was always so kind to you, the times he actually had time to stick around and chat he showed genuine interest in your life. He was funny too, never failing to crack a joke when the opportunity presented itself. And Jesus Christ was he nice to look at.

The rest of the day went by quickly, maybe it had something to do with the way you kept replaying the scene from that morning over and over in your head?

One morning a week later you found yourself unpacking and organizing the weekly ingredient delivery. This was the worst part of running a bakery. It was hot. And maybe you were already in a less than pleasant mood after waking up on the wrong side of the bed that morning – it happens. So, you huffed away, struggling to lift the butter and flour and place them all in the designated spots, why was this taking so freaking long.

You know that feeling when there’s nothing really wrong, but every little thing gets to you? You just feel like you’re in a funk? That’s where you were currently at, and you could feel the frustration about to boil over - and maybe you were blinking at rapid pace to attempt to keep the unnecessary tears at bay. You were stuck in your head and missed a couple of things in the minutes that followed.

First, you missed the ring of the bell as the shop door opens. Second, you missed the smiley “hey, querida” come from the front of the shop, shortly after a question followed, “querida?”.

Then you missed the heavy footsteps making their way around the counter into the back where you were in the kitchen. At this point you had just about given up and had leaned your forehead against the cool metal of the fridge as you tried to catch your breath.

You missed the quiet, almost timid, “Y/N?”.

In fact, you didn’t register anyone was with you until you felt a gentle touch to your shoulder. Startled, you spun around and met the worried gaze of Nestor. You gave him a weak smile but as you went to apologize for not hearing him out front, you found the words getting stuck in your throat. Instead, you let out an unsteady sigh and brought your hands to your eyes trying to ground yourself.

“Hey, hey… what’s going on, querida.” This time you felt both of his hands meet your shoulders and his thumbs start to move in soothing circles.

Taking a deep breath, you finally dropped your hands from your face and met his eyes, “I don’t even know what that was or why that happened,” an unconvincing chuckle followed, “Can I interest you in a slice of apple pie?”

“Not until you tell me what’s happened. Has someone hurt you? If someone’s done something you need to tell m-“

“No, Nes.” You went to move his hands from your shoulder, instead he just moved them to gently hold your biceps, “Honestly it’s nothing, I was just… unloading this order and… I dunno, something just snapped? I’m totally fine. No crimes to report.”

Nestor nodded in understanding, “I get that. Shit gets overwhelming sometimes.”

“Yeah, but you’re more than a baker, Nestor. I don’t know what you do but I can tell it’s more stress-“

“It’s not a competition, Y/N.” his voice was firm, “We all get overwhelmed. No matter the situation.”

Then he did something completely unexpected. He pulled you closer so your head was resting against his chest and wrapped his arms around your frame. Holy shit he smells good. You accepted the hug and loosely wrapped your arms around his waist. He pressed a soft kiss to your head, “I think you need a day off.”

“I know, I’m just backed up with cake orders this week, don’t have time to have a ‘me day’ unfortunately.”

You felt him hum in acknowledgement, “Tonight then, when you close up. I’ll be here to pick you up and we’re going to unwind. Fuck knows I need it too.”

Pushing back from his chest you peered up in shock, “What?”

“Don’t look so surprised! I’m good company I promise. We’ll get food and I don’t fucking know, sit in the park and look at the birds or something.”

“Nestor, you don’t need to do that.”

“I want to. I want to, querida. Let me take you bird watching.” His cheeky smile was back and you found yourself nodding.

“Okay, yeah. Let’s have a night where we treat ourselves.”

He grinned at your agreement and gave you another kiss on the head before pulling away and turning back to the kitchen, “Great, so. Do you want some help with the last of this mess or are you just gonna hurl the butter at the wall in anger and hope it sorts itself out?”

“If you help me with this I’ll shout dinner tonight.” You bartered with a genuine smile this time.

Nestor laughed, “I help you with this and you get me two slices of the pie I’m here for.”

You nodded with a small chuckle, “Deal.”

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[drabbles-mc]

Protective Detail: Deleted Scenes

Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, language, angst

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I posted a little while ago asking you guys if you’d want to read the scenes that didn’t quite make the cut for Protective Detail for one reason or another, and the answer seemed to be yes! (Plus I haven’t written a fic in a hot minute and I hate that so this is a happy medium between not posting and coming up with new stuff lol) So here’s our first deleted scene! I wrote this a long time ago (back when season 3 was airing--I wrote this after a very specific episode aired lmao) and it just doesn’t fit the mood of the dynamic between Nestor and Reader anymore. This is very angry but their actual vibe in the story now is just so much sadder. This just would’ve felt out of place and forced. But it was so fun to write haha. Enjoy! xo

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You roll up outside the apartment building and put your car in park. You double-check the address you’d been given, and you were in the right place. For months you wondered where Nestor lived, and this was never quite what you had pictured. You’d always envisioned him owning a nice house somewhere—nothing big but still modern and a little decked out. But none of that mattered now. You looked at the apartment number one last time before throwing your phone into your purse and heading towards the building, locking your car behind you.

You took a deep breath as you stood outside his apartment door. There were a million reasons to turn around and walk away but your body fought against all of them as your hand reached out and knocked on the door, your other hand white-knuckled around the shirt you were holding. Your entire body felt shaky as you waited for a response. Showing up uninvited could backfire in countless ways and yet here you were regardless.

The sound of the lock turning broke the silence of the hallway and you felt your hands begin to tremble as you waited for him to open the door. He pulled it open slightly to see who it was, and he couldn’t hide the surprise on his face when he saw you standing there.

“Y/N?” you could tell that he was trying to figure out if it was really you, “Um,” he pulled the door farther open and looked out into the hallway as if to see if you were traveling alone, “are you…are you okay?”

You wanted to answer his question but your words were all caught in your throat. Your mind was too busy being distracted by the state that he was in. It’d been far too long since you saw his hair free from the confines of his braids and all you wanted to do was reach out and twist the locks through your fingers. You saw the scars from his latest accident on his shoulder and stomach despite the ink that covered his torso and your heart ached for a moment. He watched every emotion that crossed your face, tucking his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants that were hanging dangerously low on his hips. For a split second, the seething inside you subsided.

“Hey,” he tilted his head slightly, “You okay?”

You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to get your thoughts back in order, “No,” as soon as that word fell from your lips, you felt the anger starting to bubble up inside you again, “No I’m fucking not.”

He saw the tension returning to your body and he automatically stood up a little straighter, taking one hand out of his pocket and gripping the side of the door as he leaned against it, “What are you doing here?”

“I just wanna talk,” you tried to ignore the trembling in your hands.

He looked you over, eyes freezing for a moment on your hand that was wrapped tightly around a shirt that he didn’t yet realize was his, “I don’t believe that.”

You pressed your hand against the door, and when you realized he wasn’t really bracing himself against it, you pushed it open and stepped into the doorway. You could see the hesitation in his eyes—not wanting to let you in but also not able to push you away. He backed up a couple steps, allowing you to cross the threshold into his apartment.

You shut the door behind you a little harder than necessary, your entire body hot with anger at this point as you remembered all the hell you’d been through. Even through your anger and frustration, you still found yourself scouring his apartment as you walked farther into it, unable to wrap your mind around what you had walked into. All the care that Nestor took at your house, keeping things tidy and doing things without you even having to ask, and his apartment reminded you of the frat-houses when you were in college.

Forcing yourself to look at him, you gesture vaguely to his apartment, “Okay first things first I need to know why you’re living like a goddamn frat boy.”

He scoffed, “First things first, rude.”

“It’s called interior design, Nes. Jesus Christ.”

“I’m never here, why would I bother? Also why the f—”

“If you’re never here why is it such a mess?”

“Did you come here just to give me shit for my apartment?” he shook his head, raking his fingers along his scalp, “Also how the fuck did you find my apartment?”

You rolled your eyes, “You know my address. Fair is fair.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, “Alright so I can’t fucking ask Mikey about you or any of the business you have going on but you can run to your father and get information on me? Seriously?”

“You’re the one who left!” you snapped, “You’re the one who fucking left! And you couldn’t even do that right,” you whipped the shirt at him, catching him off-guard.

He fumbled to catch it before it hit the ground, not that it really would’ve mattered given the state of his place. He stammered, trying to force a sentence out but couldn’t, and so you continued, ignoring the tears gathering in your eyes, “Even when I can’t see you, or talk to you, you’re still fucking there. Even after your fucking boss steps in and drives a wedge and puts a chasm between us I can’t escape you. You’re fucking everywhere and I’m so tired of it!”

“Then why did you show up?!”

“Because I want to be done, Nestor! I want to be done with this,” you motion back and forth between the two of you, “the way that you apparently fucking are. You tapped out of everything that we had and came back to your little fucking bachelor pad and signed your soul back over to fucking Galindo and left me and everything else in the rearview. You gave me up, gave up a life that we could’ve built together, for this,” you held your arms out, gesturing to his apartment, “And I gotta know, Nestor, is it worth it?”

“Get out,” he shook his head and went to step by you, “I don’t fucking need this.”

You stepped directly in his way, “No. You don’t get to keep dodging uncomfortable conversations. You hide behind work, behind your fucking boss, whatever it takes to not have to look me in the eyes and come to grips with what you did.”

“You think I’m not coming to grips with it?!” he stepped close to you, the first time he’d ever towered over you with the intent to make you feel small, “You think that I’m not waking up every fucking day having to deal with the reality of where we’re at?”

“It’s a reality that you created!” you pressed your pointer finger to the center of his chest, “You want me to feel bad for you?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes, “You did this!”

“What choice did I have?!”

“You could’ve stayed!” your voice was dangerously close to cracking, “I looked you in the eye and told you that I wanted to make this work and you wouldn’t give it a chance. You immediately brushed me off. Didn’t even fucking hesitate,” you shook your head, “You wanted me enough to show up when you were sad, when you were hurt, when you were bloody, when you wanted to fuck,” you injected a little extra venom into your voice as your eyes tore into his, “But never enough to really fucking show up for me. Never enough to tell Galindo to go fuck himself.”

“What good do you think that would’ve done? Not everyone has the luxury of being that fucking mad all the time. Not everyone gets to snap at him—we don’t all have our fathers here to fucking protect us!”

It was a low blow and you could see it in his eyes that he knew it, but he wasn’t going to take it back, either, “Maybe not,” your voice trembled, “But I’d rather that than be so dependent on a man who could so easily snap and take me out. How can you stay loyal to a man who has done what he has? What has he done to be so deserving of your time and respect? Why is he someone that you’re willing to fight for? Even after what he’s done to us, what he did to Paco, you still fucking stuck by him. What the fuck kind of frie—”

“You don’t get to fucking go there,” he shook his head, his voice was quieter but twice as harsh, “You can’t use that shit when you don’t know the half of what was going on.”

“I don’t need to!” you laughed but it was completely hollow, “Fuck, Nestor. I don’t need to know shit besides the fact that Paco is dead and Miguel fucking shot him. What makes you think that he wouldn’t do the same to you?!”

“Is this what you really came here to talk about? Me and Mikey? Honestly, Y/N, what was the point of you coming and knocking on my fucking door tonight? What the fuck do you have to prove?”

“Why wasn’t I worth the fight?!” you snapped, tears finally starting to cascade down your face, “Fuck! What didn’t I do for you, Nes? Why didn’t you care enough to fight for me when it fucking counted?”

His fists were clenched tight at his sides, and for the first time all night he was trying to carefully choose his words, “If it doesn’t count anymore, then why do we need to have this conversation?”

“Because I deserve to know!” you pressed your hand hard to your own chest, “I am worth the fucking answers! Despite how you’ve treated me I still think I am fucking worth the closure.”

“We don’t get closure, Y/N! That’s the problem! We don’t get to have that! You want to have this nice little life with me and it won’t work! You come here wanting clear-cut answers and I don’t fucking have them! I have never been what you need!”

“Bullshit,” you shook your head, angrily wiping the tears from your face, “That’s a cop-out and you fucking know it. If I was a way to just pass the fucking time while you were stuck in my house with me, say that. If you actually cared about me but you were too much of a goddamn coward to do anything about it, say that. If you want to put all this shit to bed and forget that you ever loved me, then fuckin—”

“Stop acting like it’s all past-tense!” he cut you off, voice raised, “Stop talking like there has ever been a time since I left that I haven’t been fucking loving you.”

“Then do something about it, Nestor!”

He gripped both your upper-arms, shirt falling onto the floor with the rest of the mess, “Like what?! What the fuck do you want from me?!”

“I want you to fight for this!” you rested your hand flat against his chest, fighting the urge to lean into him, “I want you to tell me that I’m fucking worth more than what you did to me.”

He sighed, shoulders slumping slightly as his thumbs traced along the outside of your biceps, “You are,” all the fight was gone from his voice, “You fucking are and I’m sorry that I made you feel like you aren’t,” he pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you, pressing you tight to his chest.

You wanted to hug him back but you couldn’t afford to. Shutting your eyes tight as tears continued to drip down your face, you focused on the beating of his heart against your cheek, the rapid erratic pace being the only reassurance that he meant everything he’d been saying. He slid one hand up so it was cradling the back of your head and you felt the feeling melting out of your legs, anger and adrenaline starting to dwindle.

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[crowfootwrites]

Los Guardianes | Part I [Nestor Oceteva x Fem!Reader]

I've been sitting on this for a while because I really like the story and want to make sure I do it justice. This is going to be a multi-part series. I hope y'all like it!

Warnings: references to playground injury | Words: 1,527

Also, oops, totally forgot to include my taglist 🤦🏼‍♀️: @chibsytelford @megapeacelovemusic-blog @broiderie

In the chaos that accompanied the start of the first day of school, you missed the shiny black Escalade that was pulling up out front of New River Preschool Academy. Your pre-K classroom was already noisy, the sounds of children chattering and laughing intermingled with the sounds of tearful farewells as parents prepared to leave for the day. A few children sobbed hysterically at their parents’ departures and you motioned for your classroom aide to attend to them while you answered questions from a couple of helicopter parents about naptime and the quality of the provided snacks.

You didn’t miss when a very severe looking man with long black braids and yellow aviator sunglasses appeared at the classroom door with a young boy in tow. It was almost comical, the juxtaposition of such an intimidating looking man, dressed in all black and sporting a neck tattoo, standing on your gaudy counting carpet. Your eyes flickered towards him as he tried to assess which of the adults in the classroom was in charge. You watched as the young boy tugged on his hand and pointed eagerly towards the bins of toy cars along your bright blue bookshelf. You politely extricated yourself from the claws of the two mothers demanding their children only receive brand name juice and made your way towards the door, navigating easily around crawling children and spilled blocks.

The man looked up at your approach and you swore there was a flash of relief in his eyes. But it was quickly replaced by the serious, acute gaze you had witnessed at his arrival.

“Good morning,” you addressed the duo cheerfully. “I’m Ms. (Y/L/N). Who do we have here?” you asked, crouching down to greet the boy. He stared at his shoes shyly, shuffling closer to his guardian’s leg. You noticed the tightening of his little fingers around the man’s hand, and you stood with a smile.

“Cristóbal. Galindo,” the man offered quietly. “He’s a little nervous.”

“I see,” you replied with a grin. “Well, hopefully we can pull him out of his shell a little today. I promise, he’ll be used to us in no time, Mr. Galindo.”

The man’s stern expression lifted for a moment as he smirked, shaking his head. “Oh, I’m – I’m not Mr. Galindo,” he clarified. “I’m Nestor. I’m the Galindos’ head of security.”

“Oh, I'm sorry! Little man gets his own security detail?” You hoped your teasing was well-received; Nestor didn’t look like the kind of person you wanted to upset.

But Nestor smiled at you. It was small, but it was there, and the tension in your chest relaxed just a bit. “Something like that,” he replied. He studied you for a moment before you felt a tugging on the hem of your shirt and tore your gaze away from Nestor’s to glance down at the tiny culprit: a little boy with cornrows was motioning to Cristóbal and holding up a toy Batmobile.

You chuckled. “Use your words, Marco,” you said gently. “You can ask him if he wants to play with you.”

Marco turned to Cristóbal, who was staring at him in bewilderment. But the moment Marco offered the Batmobile, Cristóbal was smiling, and the two boys scampered over to an empty spot on the carpet. You looked back up to see Nestor still staring at you, a strange look on his face. He seemed to snap out of it after a moment, and he fumbled to pull his wallet out of his back pocket. He handed you a business card.

“I think Mr. Galindo’s information is on the school paperwork, but if you have any issues and you can’t get a hold of him, I always answer,” he supplied.

You nodded and gave him a wry smile. “Thank you, I’ll remember that.”

With a quick nod, he was gone.

Your mornings went something like that for the next few weeks. As the kids settled into a routine and became more familiar with your classroom, drop-offs started going more smoothly. Every morning, Nestor dropped Cristóbal off, and picked him up every afternoon. Sometimes, you had the opportunity to chat with him, other times, he greeted you with a nod and then was on his way.

Cristóbal seemed to be thriving. He played well with others and followed directions. He was very inquisitive, which you found endearing. You knew, generally speaking, who the Galindos were, and you would have expected, coming from such a wealthy family, for Cristóbal to be very spoiled. But you were pleasantly surprised by his gentle and respectful demeanor.

On one otherwise uneventful Tuesday, Cristóbal fell on the playground and split his upper lip. When you attempted to call Mr. Galindo, per his information in Cristóbal’s file, he didn’t pick up. You remembered Nestor’s card in the top drawer of your desk and dug around to find it while you pulled Cristóbal onto your hip and he clung to your shirt, his little body shuddering as he sobbed.

You quickly dialed the number and put it on speaker, setting your cell on your desk while you dug out your antiseptic wipes for the boy’s lip.

“Nestor.” His voice was clipped and edgy.

“Hi, Nestor,” you rushed, not wanting to take up too much of his time, “this is Ms. (Y/L/N) from Cristóbal’s school. I’m so sorry to bother you, but Cris had a little accident on the playground today. I don’t think it’s anything too serious, but he split his lip and he’s pretty upset. I tried to call Mr. Galindo, but he didn’t answer.” You knew he could hear Cristóbal wailing from your hip.

The second you stopped speaking he was telling you he’d be there in twenty minutes. He sounded gentler by then, and you breathed a sigh of relief. In that moment, handling a cartel kid seemed way over your pay grade.

Nestor arrived exactly twenty minutes later. It was nap time in your classroom, so you had Cristóbal sitting next to you on a bench in the hallway leading to your room. The bleeding had stopped, and he held an ice pack to his face to help with the swelling. His feet were kicking gently, not reaching the ground, and you realized one of his shoes was untied. As you knelt in front of him to re-lace his red sneaker, you talked to him quietly, telling him about the last time you hurt yourself: tripping over your best friend’s dog at the park and scraping your knee. You told the story so animatedly that he was giggling behind his ice pack. Facing Cristóbal, you didn’t see or hear Nestor approach and when you happened to glance over your shoulder, you jumped to find him standing behind you. He grinned down at you, obviously trying not to laugh alongside his ward.

You rose quickly to your feet as Cristóbal cried, “Nes!” and hopped off the bench.

You could have melted into a giant puddle on the floor witnessing the tenderness with which Nestor interacted with Cristóbal. He knelt down on one knee, gently pulling the ice pack away from the boy’s face to assess the damage. His eyes were puffy from crying, his lip was swollen, and there was a robot bandage over the cut, but he looked ok otherwise.

“How does your lip feel, bud?” Nestor asked him quietly, his voice low and calm.

“It hurts a little,” Cristóbal replied, “but Ms. (Y/L/N) made it stop bleeding and said I was brave.”

You watched as Nestor tried to hide his smile.

“You are brave, chaparrito (shorty),” Nestor responded with a nod, ruffling his hair. “Is it ok if I take him home for the day?” he asked you.

“Yeah, of course, I – ”

“Hey, now I look tough like you do when you get hurt, Nes!” Cristóbal interjected as Nestor stood up, a grimace passing over his expression. You raised an eyebrow as he glanced at you.

He offered a rueful smile and shrugged. “Hazards of the job.”

“Thank you,” he offered appreciatively. “For taking care of him.”

“Of course. Happy to.” You took in his dark eyes and the set of his jaw. He looked more drained than he had that morning and you wondered fleetingly what he had been up to when you called.

Cristóbal grabbed Nestor’s hand and began towing him down the hall when Nestor paused. He glanced back over his shoulder at you. “Maybe the next time I need fixing up, I could come see you for robot bandaid?” he asked, his gaze sober and almost apprehensive.

Your mind raced, trying to come up with a suitably clever reply as your lips curled into a grin. “Yeah,” you managed, “I’ll make sure to stock enough for all your work hazards. I also have dinosaurs, if you’re interested.”

A small smile crept onto his face and he gave you a firm nod. “Very interested.”

Cristóbal tugged his arm and he let the boy lead the way out. Your breath caught in your chest, the stillness a distinct contrast to the thunderous beating of your heart behind your ribcage. Very interested.

Part II of Los Guardianes

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[hihellogoodbyebruh]

Is She the Reason? - Part 3

Parts: 1, 2

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!Reader, Nestor Oceteva x Black!Reader

Summary: Angel, Nestor. Nestor, Angel. Girl....what the hell you gon’ do now?

Warning(s): Aaaangst, a fluffly bit, a confrontation, but aaaaaangst. This is the angst series :)

Word count: 2,508

AN: I uh...I did a thing. After this there is only one part of this series left. Comments, questions, and concerns are always welcomed. Okay, bye. Love y’all xo

TAGLIST:   @holland23567 @trulysuccubus @pearlkitten33

You were at the salon getting yourself a downright sickening blowout. You could feel how silky the hair was and you were happy for a change. You didn’t wanna do something so drastic like chopping your hair, but you needed something new. 

“You finessed the hell out of my hair. Thank you so much Shonda.” You smiled at your longtime hair stylist.

“You know I got you, girl.” Shonda smiled back, still running her fingers through the hair and slinging it over your shoulder. She noticed you looking at your phone, “You got a hot date with that fine ass Angel?”

You felt a tug on your heart at the mention of him. “Nope. We aint together anymore and no I don’t want to talk about it.” You got up out of the seat and placed the money she owed plus a tip on the vanity.

“Oh, uh okay. I’ll see you next time!” Shonda called out to you as you practically ran out of the salon to avoid any further questions about you and Angel.

You breathed a sigh of relief at being outside and away from the possible interrogation that would have happened if you stayed there longer. You were ready to casually talk about your breakup with others. You were not over it. 

The familiar smell of delicious Mexican food wafted through your nostrils as you reached your lunch destination for the day. You walked in and saw who you were looking for already at a table.

“Hey Nes.” You greeted the man with a smile that turned into a giggle as he stood up from his seat and pulled you in a big hug, lifting your feet off the ground a little. “Put me down.”

“I’m just happy to see you, mi cielo.” Nestor murmured, letting your feet drop back down to the floor and leading to the table.

“Oh don’t start sweet talking me.” You laughed, taking a seat.

“Ain’t no one sweet talking you. I can if you’d like me too. I see you with the straight silky locs. You trying to impress me?” He teasingly asked as he sat across from you.

“Boy, please.” You scoffed, taking a look at the menu.

“Good. Cause I’m already impressed by you.” He replied in such an earnest tone, it caused her to stop looking at her menu to meet his eyes.

The look in his eyes made her pause. He was staring at you so intently that you were relieved when the server came to get their orders. You had no idea what to say to him. Nestor really was a nice guy. He was fine, secure, and had yet to disappoint you. You’d been relying on him a lot over these last few weeks. He’d kept you company, wiped your tears, and made you laugh. He showed up every time he said he would, but what did that mean? 

It wasn’t until after you two enjoyed a hilarious and delicious lunch together that you felt ready to broach the subject. You two were standing in front of his car saying your goodbyes.

“You’re a great friend and I appreciate you so much. You know that, right Nes?” You asked him, fiddling with the collar of his shirt.

“Of course, cielo.” He responded, his hands on your hips. 

He pulled you in for a hug and you hugged him tight. When you two pulled back, he leaned forward as if to kiss you and you buried your face in his chest. Nestor instead held you tightly again and placed several kisses on your exposed neck. The kisses make you shiver and you pull away again to look at him.

“Nestor..” You begin but get interrupted by his phone going off.

He checked his phone and pulled further away from you. “It’s Miguel. I gotta go, but call me later okay?” He placed a kiss on your forehead and then he was hopping in his car and speeding away to meet Miguel wherever.

You just stood in the same spot he left you, staring at the tail lights of his car until you can’t see them anymore.

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The “alliance” between the Mayans and the Galindo Cartel was a precarious situation from the very beginning. Things had grown more tense with the dissolution of Y/N’s relationship with Angel and her blossoming friendship with Nestor. Meetings between the gangs had an added uneasiness with Angel glaring at Nestor and Miguel’s bodyguard not giving him any energy back.

It had been two weeks since the diner and Angel could not get those images out of his head. Angel was waiting for the right opportunity to address Nestor. Where the fuck does Nestor get off having his hands all on you? Yes, Angel knew you were mad at him, but that doesn’t mean he was ready to see you with anyone else especially someone associated with fucking Galindo. He wanted him to stay away from you. 

The opportunity presented itself when Miguel left the meeting with his other guards, leaving Nestor behind to complete a different task. The Mayans had all turned to head back into the clubhouse but Angel stayed behind and walked up on Nestor.

“Aye!” Angel barked out at Nestor’s retreating form as he walked up on him. “What are you doing with Y/N? I saw y’all the other day.”

Nestor turned around and stared at him for a minute before saying, “What the fuck did you say to me?”

“You heard me. Why are you sniffing around her? She’s not gonna be with you. She still loves me.”

“Oh she told you that? Then why aren’t y’all still together huh? Cause y’all aint together right now right? Right?” Nestor asked, staring Angel down. Angelcito would be even more upset to learn Nestor just came from lunch with you, but he wasn’t about to gloat out of respect for you.

“Yeah but-”

“And whose fault is that?”

Angel was silent. He knew it was his fault. He didn’t need to be reminded by the likes of Nestor. As the man went on, Angel found himself getting angrier and angrier. His hands balling into fists.

“So let me get this straight: you fuck some random bitch so Y/N dumps you and now you in my face because you fucked up and lost her?” Nestor stared at Angel and chuckled. How pathetic could he be? The audacity of the Mayan to tell him anything was laughable. “Own your shit, homes. Don’t worry about what I’m doing.”

Angel couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed Nestor by the shirt and pushed him up against the car. “Stay the fuck away from her.” He barked, voice harsh and loud.

The commotion must have gotten someone’s attention because the Mayans poured out of the clubhouse, pulling Angel off Nestor who only laughed and straightened his shirt.

Bishop tried to apologize for Angel but Nestor waved him off, still laughing. “I’ll give him that one. We can chalk it up to emotional distress at his recent loss.” He goes from speaking to Bishop to looking Angel dead in the eyes. “But if you put your hands on me again I’ll blow your brains out and leave your mangled body at your pop’s front door, comprende?”

Nestor was in his car and gone without another word. Angel just watched him go, before turning to look at EZ. EZ could tell from the look on his face that he was planning something and he just hoped it did not backfire and make things even worse.

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“Open the fucking door!” You screamed, banging your fist against the locked office door. You couldn’t believe you had gotten played like this. “Whoever is on the other side: EZ, Coco, Gilly, or even Letty when I get out of here I'm gonna hurt you.” You threatened, but the door remained closed.

You had received a text from Chucky asking you to stop by the garage to look over some contracts with him. You had the day off so it was no big deal. When you walked in the office you were not greeted by Chucky but instead a pensive Angel. Obviously this had been a set up. 

“It’s not getting opened until I say the magic word.” Angel explained from the chair he had yet to move from. He was completely relaxed and his sentence just confirmed what you already knew: he set this whole thing up.

“Oh so it’s you I should hurt, then?” You turned around from the door and crossed your arms as you stared at him. “Why would you do this?”

“I needed to see you.”

You scoffed. “Angel tell them to open this door right now.”

“No.”

“No?” You angrily walked to the desk and swiped a paper weight off the desk that you chucked at his chest, hitting him square on the collarbone.

“Ow! Shit.” He groaned, rubbing where the weight hit him. 

“I will throw everything on this desk at you. Let me out.” You threatened once again and he stood up from the seat. He walked around the desk and every step he took, you took one backwards.

He was approaching but you wanted to keep some space between the two of you. It wasn’t until you backed into the door that you realized he was just getting you away from the potential weapons on the desk.

“Okay fine.” You threw your hands up in defeat. “Fine. Let’s talk Angel. What would you like to discuss?”

“Your hair looks nice. You’ve never worn it like that before. You look beautiful.” He complimented.

“Thanks.” You were wound up so tight as you tried to keep your emotions in check.

“I bet Nestor likes it too.”

You narrowed your eyes at the mention of Nestor. “Why are you bringing him up?”

“Just heard you two have been hanging out.” He tried to nonchalantly mention, but you saw right through that.

“I know you’re not jealous. Please fuck right off with that. If you want to talk about Nestor, this conversation ends now.” You were not about to get into a discussion about Nestor with Angel. It wasn’t his business and also you weren’t even sure what was going on. The last time you saw him was at lunch earlier in the week.

Angel was silent for a moment as he debated with himself. “Do you miss me? Cause I miss you.” He asked, staring at you.

“No.” You tried to keep a bored look on your face.

“You really don’t miss me at all, querida? You don’t miss us?” He implored, taking a step closer to you.

It was quiet as you two simply stared at each other. He was waiting for an answer and you were fighting with yourself to keep quiet.

“Of course I miss you, you selfish asshole!” You finally exploded. You missed him every damn day. The situation was hard enough but he made it worse by just not leaving you alone. “Doesn’t mean I want or need to be with you. You don’t understand that I can’t trust you Angel. I refuse to torture myself by being with you and worrying what you’re doing every second of the day.”

“I want to earn your trust back. You tell me what you want me to do and that’s what I’ll do. Starting right now. You want me on my knees? What’s that Temptations song….I aint too proud to beg right? Call me David Ruffin.” Tears filled your eyes as you listened to him. This was the Angel you fell in love with. All earnest good intentions with a side of sarcastic asshole that you found irresistible. “Give me something, Y/N. We can’t just end like this. I can’t accept this. I know it’s my fault, but I can’t let you go.”

“You have to! I just..I can’t Angel. You hurt me so fucking much. I can’t go back. I won’t let you do it again. I won’t.” You began shaking your head as the tears poured down your cheeks. He shattered your heart with his actions and selfishness. You would never put yourself in that position again. And yet, your traitorous heart still yearned for him.

Angel had tears in his eyes as he watched you break down. He took your face in his hands and wiped your tears. “Oh, querida. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” He repeated apologies and sweet nothings over and over again as he held you close.

After crying for a moment, you raised your head and looked up at Angel. “Sorry just isn’t enough.”

He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to make it better. So he did the only thing he could do. The thing he’s been wanting to do for almost two months and he kissed you firmly on the lips.

You froze at first before gripping his kutte tightly as he pinned you to the door. The kiss was sloppy, passionate, and everything you missed about being with you. He kissed you like a man who knew exactly what you liked and he did. You both pushed all of your pent up feelings into that kiss.

He got your legs spread and wrapped around his waist as he pushed you even harder into the wall. You grinded against him as you two continued to explore each other’s mouths.

The pounding on the door broke you two out of the haze of emotionality and lust you’d lost your head in.

“Angel! Get out here! Now.” EZ called out through the door. There was an undercurrent to his voice that made you pause. What was going on?

Angel was content to continue kissing you, but you pushed him away and let your legs hit the floor again. You fixed your hair and wouldn’t look him in the eyes. 

“Y/N…” Angel began, but you ignored him as you opened the now unlocked door.

When you stepped out Angel was right behind you and he bumped into your back as you froze, after seeing who was on the other side of the door.

EZ was the first face you saw and then you noticed Coco towards the back of the room. Behind EZ stood a strange young guy next to a familiar face you hadn’t seen in awhile.

Adelita

You hadn’t seen her since that fateful day. Your blood turned to ice as you looked at her now. Did she know Angel had a woman when they began their affair? Would it have made a difference had she known? You give her a once over, trying to figure out what made her so damn special. What was so good about her that he’d break his promises to you? What made her better than you?

It wasn’t until the other woman shifted in her stance that you noticed the hand she had placed over her stomach….over a slight bump that was only just becoming visible.

You stopped breathing.

Adelita was pregnant.

#angel reyes #nestor oceteva #black!reader #angel reyes x black!reader #nestor oceteva x black!reader #hhgbyebruh fics #Is she the reason

[em0avacado]

The Club Mom

(Nestor Oceteva x reader)

A/N : there’s no warnings or anything, I just thought it was cute and I wanna start getting into my writing again and started here. There’s no warnings or anything. It’s just cute. Uh also if y’all wanna request shit, anything really, please do so!!

The afternoon sun was at its peak, its rays bouncing off your skin, your glow ethereal, the fine hairs that littered the silkyness that was you stood out like little stems of nature’s sprouting beauty, defining the little perfections that were you. Your smile so illuminating as your pearly whites all but glistened in the sun, influencing everyone and everything that surrounded you. You were infectious. Wind blew through the flawless mess that sat a top your head, the breeze grazing your scalp, reminding you of the relentless capabilities the oddly softness it produced on a day like today. Much like you, the endless capabilities that you had, yet you still chose to live with the peace that radiated within you, despite the past that sat heavy on your shoulders on most days, days like today where nature reminded you that it was okay just to be, to bask in the glory of the earths creations, reminded you why you stuck around. You see ethereal, especially when you were in your element, even with you being guarded and rough around the edges, the softness of your existence reminded those who adored you, just why they did.

“Mi alma,” a soft voice brought you out of your trance, leaned back in the vehicle operated by the man you adored with the top down, blessing you with the environment you currently thrived in, pulling your sunglasses back up the bridge of your nose, you glanced over at the man who would remember that look for years to come, he’ll remember the way your eyes glowed and he’ll remember every day that, that’s what he strived for, that’s what he wanted for you even when your worries shut you down slowly.

You looked over at him, your eyes clouded with the dreams you were living in, you couldn’t help yourself, as he began to open his mouth to speak again you leaned in for it, connecting your lips to his, your hand cradling the side of his face as your lips met. Kissing the man who’s face blessed your dreams felt like waves crashing together, the beauty in their forces radiating off you both. Pulling back after a moment, you looked at him with your hooded eyes focused down on his, your thumb caressing his cheek, he was bathing in the amount of affection you bestowed on him. Entranced by you as a whole. “Yes, my sweet?” You asked, your voice velvety smooth.

“You have an audience.” He hummed, still under the spell of your touch, love drunk off you.

You glanced over your exposed shoulder, and your melodic laughter rang through the air, you pulled yourself away from him entirely, leaving him wanting more of you, to himself. You jumped out of the car, and went for the trunk. Your sundress cascading over your curves perfectly, pulling your sun hat over your head again as you greater each and every one of your mayans with a hug before opening actually the trunk. Pulling out a basket of goodies, towels, even an umbrella, and sunscreen, doing your best to balance everything before the rest stepped in, taking things out of your grasp to bring to their saved spot on the beach that Chucky sat and saved.

“Thank you.” You heard Bishop say from behind you, arching a brow, you looked up at him quizzically which signalled him to continue on. “With everything that’s been going on, none of them have been able to catch a break, they don’t let themselves unless you’re around. They feel safe to let their guard down around you, you welcome them for who they are and the guys need that, they need you.” He said, watching as Angel and Ezekiel started throwing handfuls of sand at Creeper, who was busy trying to bury Gilly in the sand.

“I’m just happy they didn’t shun me when I started seeing Nestor.” You said, looking your at Bishop who laughed softly at the memory of you confessing your feelings to Angel about him. He hated the thought of it, he threw a fit, caused a scene, he wanted better for you, and everyone agreed, up until they saw how happy that man really made you. They eventually accepted that, and learned to live with it. Even if it was rather difficult to.

“They want their club house mom happy, I guess.” He teased “let’s join them.” He said, grabbing the basked full of goodies as he headed for the beach where the rest of them sat, set up, and fooled around. You stood there for a moment, thinking about how lucky you were and felt since these guys welcomed you into their clubhouse and then family when you met them the first time. You had no clue where you’d be without them, and you didn’t want to think about it too much either.

Lost in your own thoughts, you jumped at the feeling of Nestors arms wrapping around you “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, baby?” He asked as you watched your family dig into the basket of treats, his hands hovering over your ever so slightly bulging stomach.

“Just trying to see who figures it out first.” You hummed as you watched, most of them inhaled the cupcakes in one bite, icing smearing across their smiles, but as Creeper bit his in half, the blue sprinkles poured out, he was met with confusion and when Angel grabbed another cupcake he told him to split it in half to see if it was the same with his, the same blue sprinkles poured out so they ended up checking every single one. All confused, they stared over at you, with Nestors hand on your stomach still, Ezekiel was quick to figure it out.

“Y/N’s pregnant!” He shouted seconds before they all shouted in excitement and ran for her, hugging her all together, fighting about who gets closest to her.

“Not that im not excited for you.” Started Angel. “But this means i get less attention.” The man said, nearly pouting as nearly everyone else slapped a hand against the back of his head.

#mayans fanfic #mayans mc #fanfic #nestor x reader #nestor oceteva #angel reyes x reader #ez x reader

[fumbling-fanfics]

Nestor Oceteva x Reader - Walk In's Welcome

Paring: Nestor Oceteva and Reader

Warnings: None really, there is a mention of blood. Nestor being cute

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I have a part 2 to this sort of in progress...if people even care about part 1.

I don't recall any requests for tags, so I'm copying from an old fic.

Please let me know what you think. Ans yes, there will probably be smut in part 2

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"Your man's here" Clara's sing-song tone was accompanied by a nudge that was delivered so hard it nearly sent your phone flying onto the salon floor.

With a quick fumble, you recovered your phone in your hands and looked up. Nestor Oceteva was walking through the salon door, his familiar yellow glasses on. You said nothing to Clara not wanting to give her any more reason to tease you.

As usual the mood in the salon immediately changed, everyone spoke a little quieter. Waiting to hear what he would say. Your cousin, Ava, looked at you in the reflection of the mirror as she stood at a salon chair, braiding a client's hair. You slightly nodded at her as you slid off the stool behind the front counter.

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When your cousin had asked you to help her out 18 months ago, you said yes without hesitation. You too were close, almost like sisters and itbwas only weekends which you had free.

While Ava did the hair and the hiring of other hairdresser's, you mainly saw to the book keeping, counting the money and keeping the shop tidy. 

You'd slightly been promoted to children's hairdresser - after offering to step in and simply braid a young girl's hair at the desperate peel of the mother. From then on the other girls in the shop were more than happy to pass the children client's your way.

And then Nestor walked in one day. Everyone, including you, knew of him and who he worked for. It was no secret. 

The atmosphere changed as he stepped into the shop and up the desk in the reception area. When you first looked up at him, he hesitated but didn't remove his yellow glasses.

Your cousin, Ava, stepped up beside you to hear what he had to say. After all it was her business. 

"You got anyone who can do these again" he pointed to his hair. You looked to all the stations in the salon, the girls who were working were all suddenly very quiet, heads down, nothing to say or once. 

"Probably not for a while, how long you got?" Ava asked, adjusting the synthetic braiding hair on her shoulder a little.

"How long I gotta wait?" Ava looked around her shop herself. "Maybe a few hours at least" she looked apologetically at him. He sighed.

"I can do it, it'll mean no one will be up here, but I can do it" Ava looked at you in surprise. 

You smiled at Nestor. "Take a seat over there" you pointed to a chair in the waiting room section. He nodded and did as you asked.

"Y/n, are you sure" Ava stepped in front of you as you slid off the stool. She seemed worried.

"Yeah, it's fine" you smiled and stepped past Ava. Everyone in the shop watched you as you walked towards Nestor.

"Did you want a wash as well?" Nestor paused and then nodded. "Yeah"

You directed Nestor into the wash chair towards the back. You draped a towel around his neck and the salon across his front and got him settled in the wash chair.

"Do you use anything in particular on your hair?" You asked your undid the first braid. Nestor shook his head. "Use whatever" he shrugged. He removed his glasses and tucked them under the salon gown.

And it started from there. Every 2 or 3 weeks Nestor would turn up at the shop. You take him through to the back, undo his braids, wash and condition his hair, and re braid his hair.

Nestor enjoyed the whole process. He'd been to hairdresser's before, but this shop and this experience was different. He especially loved when you washed hair. 

He loved how you made the water perfect temperature.

He loved how your fingers felt when you really got stuck in and massaged his scalp. It was sometimes too good.

He loved when you leaned over him, you smelt so nice. He was jealous of whoever got to smell you and be that close.

He loved when you did the parting down the middle of his hair. How you took at least 5 minutes to get it straight - sometimes asking for another opinion from one of the other girls or your cousin. Even though it was perfect.

He loved how you braided his hair damp, taking time to work in moisturiser. How your fingers felt against his scalp and running through his hair.

He loved how you worked in silence, giving him a break. He was free to just lay back and listen to the low sound of whatever music was playing. Or even sleep a little.

He especially loved that time he turned up a week early and when you washed his hair the water ran a dried blood red brown. He watched your face for an expression when you paused. "That's not mine" he mumbled. "Okay, so long as you're good" he nodded and closed his eyes. No one had asked if he was okay. No one but you.

He hated the end, when you'd finished braiding his hair and your hands fell away from his head. Sometimes he wanted to say he didn't like it so he could have you do it again. But he realised that was a silly idea and would get you into trouble no doubt.

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As you tidied up and Nestor sorted himself out to pay and leave, he took the courage to ask you 1 of 2 questions he'd been dying to ask you for a while now.

"Don't you have a chair up front, like the other girls?" While your cousin's salon had 14 seats out in the main area, and 5 sinks for washing, you never did Nestor's hair out in one of the front seats. It was always done in a back seat, past the washing sinks.

"Technically I'm not a hairdresser" you laughed. Nestor frowned, confused. If you weren't a hairdresser what had you been doing for the last 6 months.

"I'm only meant to be helping my cousin out with the books and when it's busy really. I only kind of got lumped doing kids hair because no one else really has patients for them but I like them" you tossed the used towels into the used basket on the industrial washer.

"Ava employed a barber for a minute, until they started messing around and then his pregnant girlfriend showed up. She almost trashed the shop. Anyway, Ava never replaced him, and it's the only chair free so I use it. Plus the kids can play their games or shows as loud as they want back here and not bother anyone" Nestor had more questions now but was silenced by the arrival of one of your other usual clients.

"I maded you this" Aaron shouted waving a piece of paper in the air and he ran towards you through the shop. Not wanting to hold you up any longer Nestor slipped you the money he owed, winked at you and left.

He'd never winked at you before, and he even wondered why he did it.

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Without a word Nestor walked through the salon to the back like he's done a million times before. He took his usual seat and waited for you to follow.

Nestor undid his blazer and shrugged it off. He took off his waistcoat too, just leaving his gun holster on. He took a seat in the chair "Could you trim my hair today too?" You paused, hands still on his shoulders over the towel, a little worried at the new request.

"I've never trimmed hair before" you frowned. "I think we'd have to do it dry"

The trim wasn't as terrifying as you expected. You just went with it, cutting to get rid of split ends.

It was a quiet day so when Nestor left, you took a seat up behind the front counter. Just as you were about to ring up the money the door chimed and Nestor walked back in.

"Can I ask you a question, and don't feel like you have to say yes or anything?"

"Yeah, sure…"

"Erm, I was...I was just wondering if you wanted to go for a drink and something to eat? When your finished, later"

You paused, your heart rate increasing. Heat flushing to your cheeks. Nestors, shifted on the spot. You mouth was a little dry.

"Of course. That would be really nice" you smiled. 

With a smile himself, he nodded slowly and then left the salon. Again.

Ava appeared behind you at the counter.  "What happened, why did he come back in? Did he leave something?"

You pressed 'sale' on the register, entered the amount Nestor had given you and pressed enter. The register chimed and the cash tray shot out. You added the money and closed the cash tray.

"No...he asked me if I wanted to go for a drink" 

Ava looked at you and for a split second it was like time stood still. She slowly opened her mouth, but you interrupted her.

"It's fine. I said yes. I want to too" Ava's shock turned into a devious smirk.

"Oh, gurl! You like like him" she whispered the last part, looking over her shoulder.

"Don't tell any of these bitches here, they'll sell you down the river quick" she clicked her fingers.

"Use my place to get ready...and if you want you can take him back there too" Ava poked your ribs with a laugh.

You grabbed her hand "I'm not doing that! I think I like him, so I'm definitely not doing it" you whispered.

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LONG SHOT

Requested by @spookyboogyuniverse

Could you wright a story about Nestor Oceteva when the M.C. and the Cartel where trying to find Alvarez but Bishop and Miguel didn’t have any leads so Nestor Calls in a favor from an old friend witch is the reader she used to be a sniper in the Marines in the war in Afghanistan Nestor meet her when she came back from deployment they dated for a wile but they broke up after he became head of security for Miguel because he grew distant from her and pushed her away. When she gets the call from Nestor telling her who she needs to find she drops everything and goes to help find Alvarez because Alvarez saved her life when she was in a dark place and she never had a father figure and Alvarez is her papa in her eyes bye Nestor does know that the reader knows Alvarez or that the M.C. is her family because of Alvarez?

Nestor Oceteva x reader

Miguel and bishop have gotten nowhere, no leads nothing, at this point they would take a guess at Alvarez’s location. Nestor watched them go back and forth and coming up with nothing since he was taken. They all knew the longer it takes to find him the worse the out come would get. And the ticking of the clock a reminder of it. It wasn’t until Angel brought up her name that Nestor practically choked on air.

“What about Y/n she’s living with him right where is she?”

“Y/n didn’t do this.” Bishop knew how much you looked up to Alvarez, you seamlessly fell into the club when Alvarez introduced you. He took you in when you left the military, bishop knew there was more to it than just some obligation but he would never say and details. You must not know and he would hate to be the one to tell you.

“But she could find him right? He always talked about her skill set whatever they were she can use them right?” Angel didn’t know much about you despite you hanging around all the time. You were close to the club but very tight lipped about your time in the military.

“She’s a sniper.”

Nestor didn’t know he said that out loud until all eyes were on him. You both went through boot camp together and hit it off. Practically attached at the hip for years until he left to work for Miguel, he relives your fight everynight.

“Nestor! What are you doing?”

You had followed him to your shared bedroom only to see him packing a bag.

“I got a job lined up it’s perfect for us I’m already discharged you just have to get out and we can move and finally start our lives together!” Nestor rushed out while throwing clothes in bags he didn’t notice you haven’t said anything until you pulled your bag away from him and he was left with a handfuls of your shirts.

“It’s not the job with the cartel right?”

He’s never heard you speak so softly, almost as is you were afraid of anyone hearing you say the words. You made your dislike for the cartel very known when he got approached with it. At his silence you had your answer.

“You know how I feel about them!”

“I know but it’s worth it.”

“No, you decided it was worth more than me.”

At this point packing has been forgotten and the energy in the room had shifted. Staring into your watering eyes he tried to get closer to comfort you, stoping in his steps when you shook your head. You’ve never turned down his touch before no matter what war you were fighting you always came to him. He didn’t know how to handle it when you didn’t.

“I thought we already started our lives together, I guess I was wrong.”

Those were the last words you spoke to him and he still hears them clear as day.

“You know Y/n?”

Miguel asked looking to his bodyguard.

“We were in the marines together.” Was his vague explanation.

“Can she help us find Alvarez, Nestor?”

At his nod Miguel told him to call you.

“She will help, but not if it comes from me.”

Looks like bishop is the one that has to tell you after all.

You dropped everything when bishop called you figured it was about Alvarez since he hasn’t been home for a few days. Walking up the steps leading to a large house Angel brings you up to the office where bishop is.

Taking a look around the room only recognizing the MC, until you look at the man standing behind the desk. His hair is much longer and tied back into braids but you’d know him anywhere, Nestor. Not giving him a second glance you looked to the el presidente. “Why am I here bishop.”

Looking between the two ex marines feeling the tension between them, Nestor didn’t give up any information but anyone with eyes could see there was something between you two. With a sigh he started to explain everything with Alvarez.

“You got a phone I can use Pablo Escobar?”

Miguel quickly held out a phone when he noticed you were referring to him. Dialing the number you reached across the desk grabbing his computer too and sitting at the table with the Mayans and as far away from Nestor as possible.

“All knowing oracle at your service”

“Hey Garcia, it’s Y/n.” She gasp over the line squealing.

“Y/n! Are you finally calling to tell me how your date with Ried?” Nestor knew you probably dated after him but he wasn’t ready to hear it. You smiled internally when he tensed, wanting to make him hurt just a bit at picking a job over you.

“Later I promise but I need help tracking someone down.”

“Oh I don’t think I’m allowed to do that Y/n I’m sorry.”

“It’s Alvarez.”

After you’re declaration the line is silent, until she sighs and asked for more information to start looking at. You met Garcia at a PTSD meeting. Alvarez thought it would help you, she was there after she got shot. Thankfully you stayed in touch it never hurts having friends in the FBI. telling you she will call you back when she has something you look to bishop and ask him to drive you home so you can pick up your gear. You snapped when Miguel offers to have one of his men pick it up.

“You and your men better not even think of coming close to me or my gear!”

It’s an hour after you stormed out that Garcia calls and tells you where Alvarez is being held and you quickly text Bishop and tell him to meet you a mile away.

Rolling your eyes as you see Nestor and Miguel there as well. Your rifle strung across your back. “Here’s the plan I pick off the guards outside and everyone else waits till I give the go ahead to go inside, copy?”

When everyone agrees you look to the Mayans new prospect. “Come on I need a spotter.”

“I’ll do it.”

You were hoping you wouldn’t have to speak to him but of course he just has to say something. “No!”

“Actually I would be more comfortable having one of my men up there just to be sure you don’t shoot me in the back.” Miguel stated as if you’d care.

“I’m not a coward I’d shoot you in the face if anything. Come on prospect.” Just as you were about to storm off bishop pulled you back nodding to Nestor. Groaning you wave your hand motioning for him to follow you up the hill while the others got in their position.

“I didn’t know you were in town.”

If he thinks you’re going to talk to him he must’ve forgotten who you were.

“Are you not going to talk to me?”

“Are you not going to talk to me princesa?”

Nestor had his arms wrapped around you from behind leaving soft kisses on your neck knowing he was on your bad side. Giving him a huff and turning your head away. One of his hands disappeared from your waist as he sets a bag of gummy worms in front of you. Giving him a smile before diving for the sour treat, moving to straddle his lap the bag held between you both. “You’re forgiven.” You winked. What’s a stolen candy when he’s already stolen your heart.

“Y/n, Y/n!”

“What!” You growled, spinning to face him. With everything else that’s changed about him his eyes are still the same.

“You know I never meant to hurt you.”

“The only reason I’m here is for Alvarez, don’t forget that.” You sighed turning back around to finish the hike to the sniper perch.

Quietly setting down your bag you throw the range finder binoculars knowing he would catch them. The peak of the hill gives a great view of the warehouse. Nestor laying down next you, rattling off windage and distance, while you screw on the silencer is when Nestor speaks up again.

“Just like old times right.”

“If it’s not about the mission dont talk.”

Clicking the safety off you count six guards. Taking a deep breath and lowering your heartrate for a better shot you pick off the two in the back the four left none the wiser.

Finishing off the guards you switch to the thermal scope and call bishop. “Five inside two on the west side, two east and one in the middle possibly Alvarez. Move in.”

Watching the Mayans and the Cartel storm the building while you scan the perimeter for any surprises. Nestor answering your phone when it rings and putting it on speaker. “We got him he’s okay, we will meet you both back at Miguel’s.”

Packing up your rifle and extra gear before making the trek back not waiting for your Mexican shadow, who quickly catches up.

“Are you going to tell me how you know Alvarez or should I just ask him?”

Nestor asked once he started driving back, you huff and continued looking out the window.

“He’s Miguel’s new advisor he’ll tell me if I ask.”

“He won’t tell you anything and you shouldn’t ask it’s not your place.”

“Anymore” He mumbled, glaring at him from the corner of your eye. “What?”

“You mean it’s not my place anymore.”

“Yeah Nestor that’s what I mean.” You sighed, running a hair through your hair. Nestor was always the one you told everything to no matter how bad it felt weird not telling him almost.

“After you left I stayed in the marines and got deployed, got a new spotter. We were practically twins, at least that’s what everybody called us. After a few months the bad guys caught on that we had snipers and set IEDs where they thought we would go. One day when we went out. He bet that he could get to the perch before me, he won.”

Nestor was quiet, your shaky breathing being the only noice beside the low radio in the background. “He accidentally hit a tripwire....the blast was big enough to throw me out a window, that was my last deployment and Alvarez served with my sergeant so when I got out he introduced us He has helped me work through some stuff since then he’s been a father figure for me. Does that answer your question?”

Nestor knew you didn’t want him to say he was sorry you’ve always hated when people said that but before he could say anything he pulled up to the house and you jumped out of the car. “Al!” You yelled almost knocking the doctor over that was looking at his wounds. His chuckle rumbling through your body at how tightly you hugged him. Pulling back he grabs a leaf out of your hair. “I see you were apart of my rescue mission.”

“She was the one that found you.” Nestor said from his spot at the doorway silently watching your interaction, that was the first time he’s seen you smile in years. Alvarez raised his eyebrows looking between you and Nestor knowing the history between you both, rolling your eyes showing your displeasure. “I even worked with him for you so try not to get taken again because I’m not doing that again.” You whispered, taking a seat next to him while the doctor continued. “You know I don’t think you’ve gotten closure between you two.”

“So?”

“So, you should talk to him.” He suggested with that knowing look all fathers seem to have. And you know he’s right. Walking over to Nestor stopping once your shoulder to shoulder next to each other. “Coffee, tomorrow morning don’t be late.” Were your parting words as you walked out the door not seeing Nestors gaze following you nor hear him whisper.

“I won’t princesa.”

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❛ POP THE QUESTION ❜

with Nestor Oceteva.

Request: Nestor dating Baby Sister Reyes and him asking EX and Angel and Filipe permission to Marry her

BY @cherieann-2001

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.3k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @angels-reyes

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“Aren't you gonna tell me where are we going?”

“No”.

“Aren't you gonna tell me how you managed to make Miguel break you from your chains for two days?”

“No”.

Lying on its side of your seat, you narrow your eyes trying to figure out what the hell is going on, watching him feign being so focused on the road that nothing else matters.

“What are you hiding?”

“Sorry, I can't hear you, the music is too loud!” He says turning up the volume of the radio, making you chuckle, leaning over your seat to kiss his cheek.

“Fuck, no”. Angel just said, with his eyebrows frowned in a serious gesture.

“Son, she's your sister, but she's also my daughter. And I make the decision”. Felipe was more calmed than Nestor thought when he called them to meet in your house.

“Dad, he fucking works with the Cartel”. Your older brother highlighted, maintaining your boyfriend out of a business you didn't even know.

“I work for Miguel, not the Cartel”.

“Same shit, madafaka”. Angel smashed the table with the tip of his forefinger, leaning over it.

EZ placed a hand on his brother's chest to push him back on his chair, trying to calm him at all cost. They know that you love Nestor more than you love yourself. He has been your everything since three years ago, before the Mayans started to work with Galindo. He has taken care of you in your worst, and cheered you in your best days. Without complaining a single time. Always with a soft smile on his lips, following you to the end. And he was there, facing two beasts and their master, to do the right thing. He didn't have to ask them permission, but he knows how much you love your family and he just wanted to do the right thing.

“I want to make her happy, to give her a life and a family”.

“She already has a life and a fam—”. Before your older brother could finish talking, your father slapped his nape to make him shut up.

“Why did you come to me? Why didn't you ask her directly, mijo?” The old man questioned, crossing his arms over the edge of the table.

“I wanted to ask you first. I wanted to do the right thing, señor Reyes”.

For his mental health, you fall asleep of boredom, surrounding his right arm with yours and your head resting on his shoulder. Nestor loves to travel with you, only for moments like that, enjoying the things he loves the most: you too close to him, trusting him with your life, and drive. He has the window lowered, letting the fresh air of Cali coast flood the big black SUV, while the sun is falling on the horizon to welcome the night. Your destiny is in less than one hour, but he's not going to wake you up until reaching it. Last night you were working in the hospital till late, so he knows well that you're not going to wake up by yourself.

At this point of the day, Los Angeles is almost collapsed. But he takes some long streets, avoiding traffic jams to Santa Monica. You were studying there and you told him once that you used to study your final exams lying on the sand. So, Nestor knows that it's the perfect place to do it, being aware that you drive there whenever you feel low or you need to run away to think.

Parking the car next to the empty beach, thanking god to be alone there, he takes off his seat belt before undoing yours. Putting away a tuft of hair behind your ear, he leans to your cheek to kiss it gently.

“Reina, wake up”. He whispers caressing the side of your head, touching your nose with his.

“Are we already?” You reply somewhat sleepy, sitting up to rub your eyes with your knuckles until focusing your gaze through the glass. “Wh— Are w—Are we in Santa Mónica?”

“Looks like”. He smirks with a hand over the steer wheel, so proud of seeing you smile this big. “C'mon”.

Stepping out from the car, feeling happy like a child in the fair, you stretch both arms over your head as you stretch your legs, before walking towards your boyfriend. Surrounding his waist with both arms, he leads you towards the beginning of the sand. It feels good to be back after some months, in which you have wanted to escape sometimes. But sharing your special place with him, made worth for the wait. The breeze is soft and warm, closing your eyes and getting focused on the caresses on your back, the salty smell and the sound of the waves breaking in the shore. That's everything you need.

Finding a place close to it, you sit down between Nestor's legs and your back resting over his chest. His arms wrapping your neck, sinking his face into the space between your skin and his, having a deep breath to find the encouragement he needs to pop the question. And you can feel him lightly shaking, not knowing why. It's not cold, being a perfect temperature for Los Angeles.

“(Y/N), you know that I love you, right?”

For you, that's pretty random in a place like that, turning your face frowning softly with confusion. He didn't bring you to break up with you, and that only has a reason then. Practically jumping out from his arms, standing up on your knees you turn around towards him with a surprised gesture on your face. And he knows you found it out at the exact moment you pout at him about to cry, sitting on your heels.

“I ju—just asked if you know that I love you!” He chuckles nervously.

“Nestor…” You mutter with a low tone and your lips trembling.

“Oh, c'mon! You can't fucking know it just because of what I said”. Now, he breaks into laughs, watching you cry softly. “Nah, okay, com'ere, reina”.

Raising his arms to your hips, pushing you somewhat closer, he holds your hands to interlace your fingers.

“Last night I went to your house, to ask your father and your brothers for your hand”. Nestor confesses, with his dark eyes fixed on yours, making you laugh between teeth imagining the situation. “So…”

Loosening one of your hands, you can see him tucking it into a pocket to grab a small black box with a golden heart drawn on top of it. Using both hands to open it, he takes the golden ring with a shiny diamond on it, placing it almost in front of your eyes.

“(Y/N) Reyes, would you make me the mos—”.

“Yes”. You cry out nodding.

“No, no. Shut up! I've been preparing it for a month and you already fucked up with your smart ass”. He laughs covering your mouth for a second. “(Y/N) Reyes, would you make me the luckiest man on earth by marrying me?”

“No”. You tease him laughing and crying at the same time.

“Nah, fuck it, you're gonna marry me anyway”. He ignores you, putting in the ring and admiring for a second how good it looks in your finger, before jumping into him. “Te amo demasiado, mi reina”.

You can't say anything else, hugging him tightly as you fill his face with kisses, all around his cheeks, his lips, his forehead, his chin. Everywhere. If you thought that Nestor couldn't make you more happy, you were wrong.

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Chapter Twenty-Seven is now live!

this is a long chapter and has a lot of violence, please read authors notes and take care of yourselves!

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[obsessedasusual]

Out of Love - Nestor Oceteva x Reader

Pairing: Nestor Oceteva x Reader

Summary: Sometimes people fall out of love, and that’s okay

Warnings: Lil bit of angst, talk of sex, heartache:(

Note: I am so excited for this series! Had to start with my beloved. Only a teeny bit angsty! Didn’t feel like it fit with this fic🥺

Nestor walked through the door that night just as you were slurping the last forkful of dinner from your plate to your mouth, suddenly like a deer in headlights not expecting him home so early.

He raised his eyebrows at your less than attractive action, “Graceful as always, Y/N.”

“Hello to you too,” you rolled your eyes, “I wasn’t expecting you back til’ later.”

You heard him hum in agreement as he went straight to the kitchen to find his portion of the noodles, unable to help the sigh of relief when he didn’t greet you with a kiss.

That was the norm these days, holding your breath whenever he showed any sort of affection toward you - not that that was a regular occurrence anymore. You weren’t sure when the shift happened for you, when the relationship lost what it once had. You knew it wasn’t just you that felt it. Nestor had begun to work longer hours. His texts were shorter, and phone calls less frequent. Sex was almost a chore now, where it was once something the two of you bragged about.

It bugged you, how often you now craved your time alone. Because you loved Nestor, he was your best friend. He was fun and kind and everything you looked for in a person. You wanted to be around him but at the same time you really, really didn’t.

Neither of you brought up the shift in your relationship whenever you did talk. Was it too awkward? Too mean? Was it all in your head? You were sure this feeling wasn’t one-sided.

The couch shifted under you as Nestor sat on the other end, already shovelling the food to his mouth.

“How was work?” receiving a grunt in response you let out a slight chuckle, “Sounds exciting.”

He paused his eating to look at you briefly, “Sorry.”

You breathed out a barely audible, “It’s okay,” And turned back to the news report, letting the current events and cutlery scraping on a plate fill the silence.

When you had met Nestor, you weren’t looking for a relationship. But when the two of you first spoke, you were smitten right away. Which made him ‘courting’ you the easiest thing in the world. You had fallen hard and fast. Your friends loved him, your family loved him and you loved him, and in return he loved you more than anyone thought possible. He doted on you at every opportunity.

Emily and Miguel had teased Nestor the entire night the first time you had been invited for dinner. Completely shocked at the way the battle-hardened man turned into a love-struck puppy with you, catering to your every need and making sure you were comfortable all night.

You felt a sad smile creep its way to your lips at the memory. It felt like a lifetime ago, even though it was only three years. It was hard to remember what life was like before Nestor.

You threw a look his way and caught him already staring at you with that look in his eyes. Like he was thinking the exact same thing.

Neither of you said a word though, instead breaking eye contact and turning back to the TV.

You were the first to bed that night, not that that was unusual. The urge to toss and turn was there but you ignored it as best you could knowing that if you did, sleep would eventually take over.

It didn’t though, and your eyes snapped open when you heard Nestor enter the room as quietly as he could so as not to disturb you.

The covers rustled as he slid into his side and you both lay in silence.

“You awake?”

“Yeah.” you whispered. At that Nestor moved closer to press his chest to your back and wrap his arm around your waist. You tried to melt into his arms to find the comfort you once did but it just wasn’t there.

Nestor began to kiss at your neck, looks like it’s a sex night.

You turned as best you could in his arms and met his lips, throwing all your frustrations into the kiss.

He rolled on top of you and kissed you deeper, swiping his tongue to meet yours when he felt you sigh against him.

He trailed his kisses to your neck, nibbling softly.

“I don’t want to have sex with you.” It was out of you before you even had a chance to think about it, freezing when you realised what you had actually said.

Nestor stilled above you and let out a sigh against your neck, “Thank god.”

At that you furrowed your eyebrows and abruptly pushed his shoulder to get him off you and sat up to stare down at him, “What?”

Nestor seemed shocked at what he had said too, staring over your shoulder, “Uhh…”

“You don’t want to have sex with me?”

“In my defence you said it first.”

“...True.”

You flopped back down onto the bed and sighed at the ceiling, “What happened to us, Nes?”

He followed suit, falling to his back to face the ceiling, “I don’t know, querida. I really don’t.”

“So it’s not just me? I feel like every move between us is so forced. This isn’t what it’s meant to be like.” he nodded in understanding.

“I know. I felt it a few months ago. I tried to fix things, querida, but we just…” he threw his hands up in front of him in exasperation.

“I know, Nestor.”

It was true. Before the nights at work became longer and the texts became shorter, Nestor had showered you with love, more than usual. There were flowers every week and compliments at every turn. You had tried to fix it as well. You started to make his favourite dishes more often and made an effort to spend time outside of the house together. But when neither of you felt any different, it seemed like the trying stopped.

“Nestor?” he turned his head to meet your eyes. You blinked heavily to stop the tears and took a deep breath, “I don’t think I’m in love with you anymore.”

You heard him sigh, but what surprised you is the way it felt like he was expecting it. Nestor reached over to gently take your hand in his, “No offence, but I feel the same way, querida.”

“I still love you though.”

Nestor nodded and squeezed your hand, “Always, Y/N. Sometimes people fall out of love and that’s okay.”

You couldn’t stop the stray tears that fell from your eyes as you took in what he said, “What do we do now then?”

It was silent for a beat while you both thought about the situation before Nestor spoke up, “I think we know what we do now.”

You sighed in defeat and nodded, “We call full time?”

“We call full time.” he smiled at you sadly. You let out a shaky breath, followed by a laugh of disbelief.

“Am I crazy or does the air feel so much lighter now?”

“We should’ve talked sooner.” Nestor laughed with you, “Not when I was moments away from being inside you.”

You snorted at that and pointed to his boxers, “I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you weren’t exactly standing at attention, Nes. I think we were more than moments away.” Giggling when you felt a slap to your shoulder.

“Way to kick a man when he’s down, querida.”

You rolled to face him, “I’m really happy we had this talk,” it was the lightest you had felt in weeks, “I don’t want you to disappear from my life though.”

“Just because we break up doesn’t mean we abandon each other,” Nestor searched for your hand and lifted it to place a kiss to your knuckles, “I’ve got you, always.”

You smiled at him, knowing that you would always have him cheering in your corner, and you in his.

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[drabbles-mc]

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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Bruises | Part I [Nestor Oceteva x Fem!Reader]

Yooooo, I have a lil Nestor two-shot for you because I love my "French braided little bitch". Idk why, but protective Nestor just gets me all up in my feels.

This is Part I. Once I post Part II, I'll add the link to the bottom of this post.

Warnings: references to violence and sexual assault; injury; language; gun usage | Words: 843

You’re sitting on the couch staring blankly at your television, trying to breathe through the aching in your side, when you hear a key in the lock on the front door.

Shit. The last person you need to have here right now is Nestor.

Acting as though nothing is wrong, you hop up from the couch, biting back your grimace, and make your way to greet him in the front hall.

“Hi, baby,” you chirp, drawing closer to him. He looks happy as he turns to you, and you lean in to kiss him, your fingers gripping the lapels of his jacket. He grins widely before returning the kiss, wrapping his arms around your middle and squeezing.

You can’t help the pained hiss that comes through your teeth and he immediately releases you.

“¿Mi amor? ¿Qué pasó?” His eyes are dark and worried as he studies your face, his fingers resting lightly on your upper arms.

“It’s nothing,” you mutter with a dismissive wave of your hand. “Just pulled a muscle or something.” The lie tastes bitter in your mouth, but you desperately want to avoid telling Nestor what happened.

Nestor just stares at you, unbelieving. You were never a good liar, and he had enough practice dealing with them in his line of work to see right through you. You frown stubbornly and cross your arms over your chest, not meeting his eyes.

He quickly (but gently, blessedly) moves his palm back to your side and gives it a little squeeze. You grunt and his fingers immediately find the hem of your shirt, lifting it up before you can even stop him.

He draws in a sharp breath as he gazes at the large, purpling bruise decorating the right side of your ribcage. You drop your head into your palm, your face hot with embarrassment, and try to force your tears back behind your eyes.

Nestor’s eyes take in your hunched form and he wants to hold you, to comfort you, but he’s also seething. Ready to tear whoever did this limb from limb.

“(Y/N). ¿Quién hizo esto? Tell me who did it.” You can tell that he’s trying to keep his tone even and calm, but you can hear the edge of rage behind it.

You know that Nestor won’t let it go, and with all the resources at his disposal, he’d be able to find the guy anyway. Defeated, your shoulders droop and you look up at him with a sigh.

“There was this guy at the club yesterday. He was hanging around me and Angelica all night, getting a little too close, but never enough to get thrown out. We brushed it off. He seemed pretty harmless, and I didn’t even see him around closing.” You pause, shifting on your feet, wishing you could just go to bed. You know that Nestor getting involved will spell trouble for the club you dance at. It’s why you didn’t want to tell him in the first place. You need this job. It’s a good gig at a higher end club, one where the main rule is: You can look, but you can’t touch. And people abide by it, so you get to do your job without too many issues, for the first time in a long time.

You tug on your bottom lip anxiously before continuing, redirecting your gaze away from Nestor’s. “When I went out the back to go to my car, he grabbed me. He caught me off guard and I dropped my bag before I could get my knife. He pushed me up against the back of the building and he –” your breath catches in your throat, your eyes burning again, and Nestor steps towards you to gently wrap his arms around your shoulders.

“Està bien, cariño,” he murmurs. “You can tell me.” You can feel the tension in his body as he waits for you to continue.

“He put his hand up my skirt, but he didn’t… he didn’t get to – you know.” You feel a shift in Nestor’s shoulders at that. “I, um – he had his hand over my mouth, and I – I kneed him in the stomach and he kind of fell backward a little. But I got caught off balance and fell. I was on the ground… trying to reach my bag and he just started kicking the shit out of me. And he was wearing these heavy boots… I was screaming by then and the bouncer came out to see what was going on and the guy took off…” You take a deep, trembling breath to calm your nerves.

Nestor copies your deep breath and his warm palms cup your cheeks. “Are there more bruises?”

You nod. “On my back and thigh.”

Nestor’s lips press into a firm line. “First we’re taking you to the hospital. You could have internal bleeding.”

You open your mouth to object but quickly close it again. Why hadn’t you thought of that?

“Then, I’m gonna find that fucker.” You sigh in resignation.

PART II of Bruises

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Welcome to the Slaughterhouse (3/3) Miguel x Reader x Angel

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Reader x Miguel Galindo

 Warning(s): mentions of domestic violence and sexual assault, angst, language, SMUT. If any of these trigger you, please don’t read.

 Summary: In the final installment you deal with the aftermath of the dinner and the truth is finally revealed.

PART 1 , PART 2

 ‘’Mrs. Galindo. . .do you need a moment?’’

 You looked up at Agent Potter, your lips pulled in a thin line as he gazed back you with an obviously fake smile. His smile reminded you of Miguel’s, it was the same smile Miguel wore constantly to appear polite. In reality it was the smile of a snake in the grass or a wolf among the flock.

 ‘’I’m fine,’’ your eyes narrowed as you offered a faux smile of your own.

 ‘’Great,’’ Potter clasped his hands together as he took his seat across the table from you. You instantly sat up straight, hands folded together on the table. You noticed Potter eyeing your wedding ring for a brief second before his attention returned to you.

 ‘’Shall we begin?’’

 ‘’We shall.’’

 ‘’Can you tell me who killed your husband, Miguel Galindo?’’

 ~~~~~~~Three hours earlier~~~~~~~

 You felt your body tremble as you stared at the body of your husband. It was a sight you had often thought about, but at the same time you never truly wanted to happen. As much as you hated him for the vile things he did to you and the cruel things he would hiss at you while he was beating the shit out of you or using your body for his own selfish desires, you never wanted it to come to this. There had been a time where you would’ve moved Heaven and Earth for Miguel, and he would’ve done the same for you. The beginning was completely different.

 ‘’Miguel,’’ you laughed, your boyfriend wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you back into your shared bed.

 ‘’Five more minutes, mi amor,’’ his voice was groggy from barely waking up, but you could tell he was grinning as he peppered kisses across your shoulder.

 You shifted to face him, gazing down at his handsome face. He smiled right back at you.

 ‘’Marry me,’’ he whispered. Your jaw fell slack. ‘’That’s not funny, Mikey,’’ you chastised, the heat rising to your cheeks as you stared at this absolutely perfect man. He sat up and you couldn’t help but stare at his bare chest. The sweetest smile was on his face as he turned to his nightstand and pulled out a small velvet box.

 ‘’Miguel?’’ you gasped as he opened the box.

 ‘’I love you, y/n. And I don’t want to spend another day without you sharing my last name and seeing this on your finger. I want to grow old with you, watch our children and grandchildren run around and grow up. I want you to be completely, fully, unconditionally mine. Will you marry me?’’

 ‘’Y/n?’’ Nestor’s voice brought you out of your memories, looking away from Miguel’s body as Nestor handed you a handkerchief to wipe the blood off the side of your face. You took it and nodded your thanks before turning to Adelita.

 ‘’You should go, they’ll be here any second,’’ you warned.

 She nodded, and you held out your hand to her. She clasped it and offered a small, sympathetic smile. She looked at Angel, who was still clearly in shock. Like a phantom, she took her men and retreated from the house into the wine cellar.

Your eyes then fell on Angel, who shakily took a step towards you before encompassing you in a warm embrace.

 ‘’What did you do, querida?’’

 ‘’What I had to.’’

 ~~~~~~~~~~Six Months Ago~~~~~~~~~~

 You whimpered as you limped through the tunnels, the soreness between your legs a familiar feeling that you’ve grown accustomed to in your marriage with Miguel. The blanket that war thrown over you protected you from the night wind as well as anyone whose allegiance was to your husband. Nestor was currently with Miguel, keeping him occupied. You knew your mission and you were well aware of what was at stake. With every step you took your prayers grew, begging any guardian angel or divine deity that your plan would work. By the time you reached your destination Adelita and Bishop were already standing.

 ‘’What the hell is she doing here?’’ Bishop visibly tensed up, Tranq and Taza in the background lowered their arms; hands near their holsters.

 You immediately lifted your arms, showing that you meant no harm.

 ‘’She’s with me,’’ Adelita answered, her eyes reminding you of a rattlesnake; ready to strike if provoked.

 ‘’I came because I need your help,’’ you mustered as much courage as you possibly could.

 The men visibly relaxed albeit not much. You couldn’t blame them, here was the wife of their employer and enemy. Miguel was a very powerful man who was not above using violence to get his way. They had every reason to distrust you.

 ‘’Obispo,’’ a gruff voice called out among the shadows.

 When Alvarez made his presence known Bishop’s mouth opened in both shock and confusion. The former patriarch of the Mayans stood by your side, offering a comforting hand on your shoulder. You nodded your thanks to him before you both looked at Bishop.

 ‘’Now can we talk?’’

 The four of you sat at the Mayans’ Templo, each of you tense with uneasiness. The silence was thick and heavy and you knew they were waiting for an explanation.

 ‘’As you know, Miguel is a powerful man. He is a violent man. I know he takes advantage of his influence over your club,’’ you began.

‘’For as long as I’ve known Miguel he has craved power. Power over the cartel. Power over the club, the rebels. Power over me. Everyday for the last two years he has beaten me, raped me, threatened my very life, and has tried breaking me in every sense of the word,’’ you couldn’t help the quiver in your voice as countless nights of abuse replayed themselves in your head.

Bishop shifted uncomfortably in his seat, but the sympathetic look in his eyes was beginning to show.

‘’You’re a very smart man, Bishop. You know about Angel,’’ the way Adelita averted her eyes at the mention of his name filled you with jealousy for a split second before it evaporated.

 ‘’You’re going to get us all killed,’’ Bishop sighed.

 ‘’Primo, hear her out,’’ Alvarez’s strong voice filled you with the encouragement to continue you so desperately needed.

 ‘’We all have a common enemy,’’ you pointed out.

 ‘’We made a deal with your husband, Mrs. Galindo,’’ Bishop all-but spat out your marital name.

 ‘’An unfair deal,’’ Adelita cut him off, voice sharp. His gaze was redirected as the Rebel Queen.

 ‘’Y/n came to me shortly before the deal with Galindo was made. I’ve seen her scars, her bruises. I’ve seen the mark of the devil on her skin. He is vile, and he deserves to pay. Not just for her, but for every orphan whose parents were taken away by the cartel. For every widow, every mother whose child is buried in a grave due to the cartel. For the father and son who were burnt to a crisp due to his rage. I want vengeance. Galindo gave me Devante’s head, now I want his life,’’ Adelita’s stone cold voice sent shivers down your spine.

 After a moment or two of silence, Bishop sighed, ‘’Galindo has too many allies that will seek retribution against the club. I’m not endangering my men just so you two can settle the score with him.’’

 You shook your head. ‘’You’re wrong. Miguel has more enemies than allies, believe me. And you won’t be doing the killing. All I’m asking for is compliance. All I want is not to live in fear anymore. Nothing touches the club, nothing will touch Adelita.’’

 ‘’This is our chance to right his wrongs, primo. I’ve seen what he’s done. We’ve seen it. I took this position believing I could prevent him from becoming his father, but I was wrong; he’s much worse. He won’t stop until he’s dead,’’ Alvarez stared somberly at Bishop.

 Bishop sighed, rubbing his temple as he mulled over his options. His eyes met yours’.

 ‘’What about the cops? You think they’ll just turn the other cheek when they find his body and no murderer?’’

 ‘’Los Olvidados,’’ Adeltia began, ‘’will be taking the fall, but thanks to y/n and the Galindo’s resources, the FBI will not be able to track us. It’ll be all smoke and mirrors.’’

 ‘’What about Oceteva?’’ Bishop pointed out.

 ‘’Nestor is aware of my plan. He’s willing to be complicit. Nestor’s brother’s death wasn’t an accident. Miguel had him shot after he got wind that Nestor’s brother was planning to rat on the cartel. His body is currently in an unmarked grave.’’

 Bishop and Adelita’s eyes widened but they resumed their stoic statures. They shared a quick look with each other, to which Adelita nodded. Bishop glanced at Alvarez and you were able to breathe easier when you saw the resignation on the president’s face. He looked straight at you.

 ‘’Angel cannot know about this. Until this shit settles, you two act like normal. The less people involved in this; the better.’’

 ‘’They came out of nowhere. I believe they’re called Los Olvidados. My husband kept his business extremely private. But I remember him mentioning them. One minute we were having dinner with the Mayans, to discuss a potential partnership to take down the rebels, but before Miguel could mention anything. . .he was shot,’’ you tried your best to play the role of the grieving widow, and you were convinced you had done a decent job by the way Potter wasn’t immediately calling you out on your bullshit.

 ‘’Why did they not kill the rest of you?’’ Potter questioned, forehead crinkled in thought.

 ‘’I told you, it was only two or three of them, by the time the first shot was fired my husband’s security and the Mayans were ready to fight back. They came, shot my husband, and fled. I don’t know anything else other than my husband is dead and you’re sitting here like this is a game of cat and mouse,’’ you hissed.

 ‘’Oh Mrs. Galindo, or rather Ms. y/l/n now, I understand you have had a terrible loss. Losing a spouse is traumatic, but to have it happen right in front of you. . .’’ Potter abruptly stood, circling the room like a vulture with a bad hairdo.

 ‘’You are welcome to search my house if you’d like,’’ you steadied your voice.

 ‘’We already have my dear. Nothing. All we found was the tunnel that they used to enter your humble abode and that led us to the middle of nowhere. Strange isn’t it?’’ his voice sent chills down the back of your neck but you kept your face stoic. You couldn’t afford to screw this up when you had come this far.

 ‘’You’re free to go,’’ Potter stated after what felt like an eternity of silence. You suppressed the sigh of relief you so desperately wanted to take and stood up, walking calmly to the door.

 ‘’Oh wait. I do believe congratulations are in order,’’ Potter’s eerily cheerful voice made you stop dead in your tracks, the doorknob barely skimming your fingertips. You slowly turned to face him once more to find him holding a manila folder and sliding it across the table. You didn’t dare reach for it. You held eye contact and steadied yourself for whatever he was about to say.

 ‘’It appears you are nearly three-and-a-half months pregnant,’’ he smiled that sly fox smile of his as he crossed his arms over his chest.

You gulped and quickly turned the door handle and rushed out of the building. It wasn’t until you met Nestor, dutifully waiting by the limo that you burst into tears as he held you.

‘’It’s over, y/n,’’ he comforted you. You shook your head violently.

 ‘’I’m pregnant, Nestor,’’ you sobbed, suddenly feeling very nauseous. There had been a few days where you had forgotten to take your birth control, and the timeline was so twisted and uncertain that there was no definite answer to who was the father of your child. Nestor just held you.

 It had to have been early morning by the time you made it back to the house. Thankfully, Miguel’s body had been taken and although the house was in disarray from the FBI’s probing, you were grateful that you couldn’t make out where the blood stains were unless you truly stared long enough. You felt exhausted in every sense of the word as you slowly made your way to the staircase.

‘’He’s waiting for you,’’ Nestor’s voice rang out, making you pause. You sighed, feeling the tears already beginning to form once again. How could you tell him that you were pregnant? That there was a possibility the baby you were carrying wasn’t his, but that of your abusive husband’s? His half-brother. A child that was possibly conceived through rape. You felt like you were floating up the stairs, and before you knew it there was Angel waiting for you in the master bedroom. His eyes searched yours, looking to see if you were hurt. You let out a little breath and that was all it took before he dashed to you and held you against his chest while you sobbed.

 ‘’Shhh, mi amor. It’s ok I’m right here, I’m here,’’ he whispered while stroking your head.

 ‘’I think we should start trying,’’ Miguel stated as you both laid in bed, you curled up against him after making love.

 ‘’Really?’’ you whispered as you listened to the sound of his heartbeat thrumming within his chest.

 ‘’Why not?’’ Miguel grinned, looking down at you. ‘’You’re the love of my life, the woman I plan on marrying. A baby wouldn’t be the worst thing would it?’’

 You stayed quiet for a few seconds. You couldn’t help but think that Miguel was always the one to make the big decisions. Marriage, kids, what would be next? He had already snapped a few times at you, but you chalked it up to whatever family business he often referred to. Coupled with his mother’s untimely death a month ago, you could understand why your fiancé would be under pressure. Although his temper scared you, you loved him and believed things would only get better in time. You always wanted a family and to become the mother you never had growing up. While you often thought about a tall, dark-haired Casanova on a motorcycle, you loved Miguel. A baby wouldn’t be the end of the world, it would be a new start.

 ‘’I’ve always hated this room,’’ you sniffled, slowly walking around the much too large bedroom. Every inch of the room held a memory you desperately wished you could forget. Countless nights of screaming, crying, anger, and despair circulated within the room. Angel sat at the foot of the bed, carefully watching you and allowing you the space you needed to come to terms with the night’s events. Even he was exhausted, he knew your head had to be spinning right now. You picked up the picture of you and Miguel on your wedding day. You didn’t even recognize the girl in the white dress anymore. So naïve, so full of hope and love. You wished you could tell her to run as fast as she could before it all went to shit. Your knuckles turned white as you cleaned the picture frame.

 SMASH!

 You let out a howl of anguish as you chucked the picture against the opposite wall. Angel jumped up, startled. You tore at the velvet curtains until they were ripped off the rod. You picked up the bottles of perfume and cologne that were on the vanity and smashed them to the tiled floor. The smell of expensive, foreign perfume filled your senses as you totaled the room. The vase of flowers that Miguel had just bought you days ago was smashed to smithereens. Every shatter of glass, every shard of porcelain was lost as memories of him violating you and abusing you orbited your mind.

 ‘’Y/n,’’ Angel’s deep voice pulled you out of your rampage. The room was destroyed and finally matched the true image of what your marriage was really like. The veil was lifted, and here was what lied beneath it. You glanced at the wedding ring that was still on your finger. Before you could yank it off, Angel’s hand gently took hold of yours. You looked up at him, allowing him to slowly slide the ring off your finger and you winced at the clink it made as it was tossed to the ground. Angel held both of your cheeks in his hands, his forehead pressed against yours as your breathing evened out.

 ‘’I-I’m pregnant, Angel,’’ you whimpered, preparing yourself for his outburst. He stilled and you swallowed the sob that threatened to escape your lips.

 Angel’s lips crashed against yours, causing your eyes to snap back open. You weren’t sure if he heard you right, or maybe it hadn’t sunken in yet. When he pulled away your heart clenched as you struggled to piece together your words.

 ‘’Angel it might-,’’ you were hushed when he pressed another kiss to your lips. He pulled away once more and looked at you, tears threatening to spill from those beautiful chocolate brown eyes at any moment.

 ‘’Listen to me, alright? I love you so fucking much. I’d die for you, and I’d die for this baby. Because even if he isn’t mine, he’s yours’ and that’s all that fucking matters to me. You’re the best part of me, nena. You always have been. I’ll be damned if I lose you again. I can’t promise it’s going to be all sunshine and rainbows and shit, but I promise I’m going to love you until they put me in the ground and even beyond that. I’m going to be there for you and this baby.’’

 Tears cascaded down your face, falling onto the floor as you crashed your lips onto Angel’s. The two of you backed up until you fell into the king-sized mattress. You tensed when you were able to still smell traces of Miguel, but you pulled your focus onto the man you had loved ever since you were a child. You hurriedly yanked off the elegant dress that you were still wearing, your body on full display for Angel to see. His eyes traced every curve of your body and his hand laid itself on your abdomen. The two of you undressed yourselves, too lost in each other to really give a shit about anything else. Miguel had taken away so much from you, but he was not going to take away this moment. This was your future. Angel was your future.

 The two of you rolled over as Angel kneeled before you. You instinctively spread your legs for him. It should’ve been illegal for him to look this good, hair slightly messed up as he kissed up your naked body in your marital bed. ‘’Angel please,’’ you gasped when he took one of your nipples into his mouth and hungrily suckled. His right hand toyed with the other as his other hand pinned your hips to the bed. You could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against your folds as you tried grinding against him.

 Your hands ran through his hair and scratched up his back while you threw your head back and moaned and whimpered Angel’s name.

 ‘’You’re so fucking beautiful,’’ his husky voice gave your butterflies that fluttered throughout your entire being.

 His kisses trailed up your neck, gently nipping and sucking on it while one of his hands crept towards your needy pussy. His thick fingers lazily rubbed at your clit and gathered some of your slickness before he shoved two of them into your tight opening. Your fingernails gently clawed at his shoulder blades, his knees preventing your legs from closing as he began fingering you.

 ‘’I’m going to make you cum on my hand before I make you milk my dick,’’ he groaned in your neck before nipping at your ear.

 You closed your eyes, your lips open as you panted from the way his fingers thrusted into you. The sounds emitting from the two of you were sinful and heavenly all at the same time. You clenched around him when he went knuckle-deep and hit that sweet spot inside of you. You began rocking your hips and tilting them upwards to meet his digits. Angel took the hint and bit down on your shoulder before adding a third finger and hammering away at you.

 ‘’A-Angel,’’ you whined, unable to do anything but moan and chant his name like prayer while he took control.

 ‘’Fuck nena, all wet and needy for me and I’ve barely started,’’ he smirked down at you before kissing your soft lips, swallowing your cries when he repeatedly hit your sweet spot. You tried telling him you were about to cum, but you were unable to do anything but cry out his name as your orgasm overcame you.

 He bit your sensitive nipple as he settled between your legs. He looked right at you, your blissful tears only fueling his desire for you as he took hold of his thick manhood and slowly traced your opening with the tip of his cock.

 ‘’Tell me you love me,’’ he whispered. And unlike the way it was with Miguel, there was no malice in his voice. Just primal, beautiful, sinful love.

‘’I love you,’’ you whispered and gasped when he shoved his entire length into you in one thrust, bottoming out and grunting your name. You wrapped your legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders as he began bucking into you, his balls slapping your pussy with every brutal thrust. The friction between the two of you made it difficult to suppress another orgasm. You whimpered when you felt him fill you up every time his cock speared you, your body nearly dragging along with his cock as he exited you. His nose brushed against yours as he pressed his forehead against you.

‘’Cum for me again,’’ he ordered and sped up his thrusts, your body bouncing underneath him in tune with his movements. ‘’Angel, papi,’’ you moaned out, your pussy clenching around his heavy cock. ‘’You’re fucking soaking querida,’’ he grunted as he grabbed your legs, pressing them against your chest so he could go deeper and harder.

‘’Angel!’’ you whined, cumming around his cock as you shook underneath him. It was all too much, the weight of him on top of you, the feeling of complete fullness as his dick repeated slammed into you. You were in a hot, thick wave of euphoria and you never wanted it to end as your fluids coated him, only allowing him to enter you faster. You barely felt Angel give you a kiss before he positioned you onto your side, lifting your leg up and resuming fucking into your sore but blissed out body.

‘’How does that feel amor?’’ Angel grunted, his hand brushing away your hair so he could see your face. His eyes watched as your breasts bounced, giving a few extra forceful ones just to watch your tits move with his thrusts. His gaze then traveled downward to the way his cock split you open, the way his dick disappeared in those tight folds of yours and the way your cum coated him. He was a lucky man.

‘’I-It’s too much Angel. I feel so f-full,’’ you whimpered, panting as he hid his face into your shoulder.

‘’I’m almost there nena, give me one more,’’ he growled out almost animalistically as his hips sped up, causing you to grip the sheets. While one hand toyed with your bouncing breasts the other began furiously rubbing at your clit. You clawed at the sheets, eyes closed in pure pleasure as you felt that familiar coil in your stomach.

‘’You look so fucking pretty taking my cock baby,’’ Angel moaned, kissing your cheek as his hand gently but firmly pressed against your stomach.

His filthy words is what did it for you, his name the only thing you could scream as you climaxed a third time, laying limp on the bed as he pounded into you like a madman. The grunt he released when he filled your tight sore pussy up, along with the way he gently pulled your hips closer to his so that every drop of his warm cum filled your womb was all you could focus on. Your eyes felt heavy as Angel remained inside of you, his cock twitching every now and then as his muscular arms encompassed you.

 ‘’I love you y/n,’’ he whispered behind you. The most genuine smile graced your lips as sleep slowly began taking you.

 ‘’I love you too, my Angel.’’

 You weren’t sure how long you had been able to sleep. Angel’s arms were still wrapped around you but he was no longer inside of you. You carefully maneuvered out of his embrace and managed to walk out onto the balcony, the silk robe that Miguel detested was loosely hanging off your body. He had said it made you look cheap, but you had always loved the robe. Miguel hated a lot of the things you loved. You were positive that Miguel would never completely leave your mind. You’d probably need therapy, and you weren’t naïve enough to believe that the trauma he had put you through would evaporate. You’d always remember him and the things he had done. The pain would wax and wane, and you would have to find a way to pick up the shattered pieces and create something beautiful out of it.

 You glanced down at your stomach, you hadn’t grown much but just knowing the life that was slowly blooming in you offered the tiniest bit of comfort. You wanted this. This was yours’, your choice. You finally had a choice. And you wanted this baby more than anything. You glanced back at Angel who was peacefully sleeping and smiled as the dawn steadily approached. It was not going to be easy. None of it would be. You’d have to deal with the aftermath. You’d have great days and horrible days. But Angel and the baby made up for it tenfold.

 ‘’A part of me will always be with you,’’ Miguel’s gruff voice caused you to shiver.

 ‘’You’re wrong. The memories will haunt me. But I already have the best part of you,’’ you replied. You could almost see the smirk on Miguel’s face.

 ‘’You sound strong, amor.’’ You nodded your head.

 ‘’I survived the slaughterhouse. I can survive anything that comes after.’’

 Miguel grinned, nodding his head as you stared out the balcony, noting the way the sun slowly spread along the mountain. Replacing the various shadows and fog with the warmth of the sun and illuminating the greenery. You nodded to yourself once more, hand pressed to your stomach as you slowly turned away to rejoin Angel where you knew his arms would be waiting to hold you once more before you braved the beginning of a new day.

 If I could let these thoughts drown And someday he might lose his crown In time these chains that hold me down would set me free Would set me free

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[divine17]

↳ 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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[sparklemichele]

La vida es corta Part 2

Nestor Oceteva X Black Reader

Read part one here.

Nestor walked up to your door and flung it open. “Are y’all ok?”

“What the fuck!” You shouted in shock. You sat up and pulled a trembling Emily up on the seat.

“I got the shooter. Miguel and some security are on their way. Are you ok?” Nestor asked again.

“Yes, we are fine.” You told him holding Emily tight. “Who did this?”

“I don’t know. Get out the car and head inside this store.” Nestor pointed to a print shop behind him.

You and Emily slowly crawled out the car. Emily started sobbing when she saw Antonio.

“Come on Emily.” You ushered Emily in the store. You both got stares from the patrons as you entered the store. They were all crouched down hiding from the flying bullets.  It did not help that you were nearly soaked in blood. You heard the police sirens and wondered what Nestor and Miguel will tell the police. You and Emily stood in the corner of the store as Nestor talked to the police. You could see the police wanted to talk to you and Emily, but Nestor held them at bay until Miguel arrived. The police started to map out the crime scene with tape. A couple of officers did enter the store to question customers, but they left you and Emily alone. A few minutes later an irate Miguel arrived with his advisor Marcus. Marcus and Nestor escorted you an Emily to the car Miguel arrived in bypassing the police and spectators. Emily seemed to calm down from terror to feeling anger. She said nothing as Miguel, Marcus climbed in the front seat and Nestor sat in the back next to Emily.

“They are going to impound the car after removing Antonio.” Miguel told you and Emily. You heard Emily let in a sharp inhale at the mentioning of Antonio. He was a good security guard for her, and she hated he went out that way. The ride home was silent as everyone processed what happened.  

Once home Emily walked to Miguel.

“Miguel find out who was behind this. Me and my best friend could have been killed!” Emily was trembling with anger. Miguel grabbed her in a tight hug to calm her down.

“I will baby. I will.”

The sun was setting, and you needed to get out of your bloody clothes.

“Y/N are you ok?” Miguel asked. You nodded yes.

“I will be better once I get out these clothes.” You caught Nestor’s eyes looking at you with concern.

“Oh, that reminds me we have bags in the trunk of the car. Will we be able to get them soon?” Emily asked as you all walked into the house.

“Yes, I will call and get them sent over.” Miguel assured her. You headed to your room and Nestor followed behind you. He grabbed your arm to stop you.

“Are you sure you are ok?”

“Yes, I will be fine after I take a couple of xanaxs.” You smiled softly at him.

“I’m glad no harm came to you and Emily.”

“We had you there. Thanks for protecting us. I am sorry about Antonio. He was a nice guy.”

Nestor nodded.

“I better get out of these clothes.”

Nestor caressed your cheek wiping the splattered blood off your cheek.

“I don’t know what I would have done if you were hurt.” He told you softly. You turned and kissed the palm of his hand.

“Will you be here tonight?”

“Yes.”

You nodded and head to your room. You tore off your clothes and quickly got in the shower.

After a long hot shower, you dried yourself off and put on a soft robe. While digging in your suitcase for fresh underwear you heard a knock at the bedroom door. You tighten your robe and opened the door to find Nestor standing in front of you.

“Is there anything you need?”

You licked your lips as you looked at him up and down. You stepped back and boldly open your robe. You wanted him and you did not want to wait another day.

“Yes, there is something I need.” You told him.

Nestor’s mouth slightly opened in shock as he walked into your room. He shut the door and locked it.

“Tell me what you need?”

“I realized today that life is too short to not go after what I want, and I want you Nestor.”

Nestor licked his lips in want. “La vida es corta.” Life is short.

Nestor took off his jacket and shoulder holster and sat them both on a nearby chair.

“I want you too.” Nestor walked up to and caressed your lips with his fingers. “You are so damn beautiful. I can’t wait to taste you.”

You opened your mouth and Nestor slipped his thumb in your mouth. You sucked his thumb eagerly. As his finger was in your mouth you desired more of him. You found yourself getting on your knees and pulling at his belt buckle.

“You sure?” Nestor asked in awe as you released him from his pants. You answered him by taking him in your mouth as hunger displayed in your eyes. A moan escaped your mouth as you dragged your tongue across the tip of his hard cock savoring the taste of his precum. You took Nestor back in your mouth and this time he let out a moan as the wetness and warmth of your mouth sends him reeling. Nestor moans as his cock deepens in your mouth and your tongue gently runs on the underside of his cock. You can feel him become harder in your mouth. Your hands wrap around Nestor’s ass as your lips meet his shaft and you continue your ministrations on his cock. You began to change your speed and you notice Nestor began to tremble as your tongue rubbed and licked every sensitive spot.

“Fuck!” he groaned as you took him deeper. Nestor found his fingers in your braids and pulled you off him and looked at you with awe.

“Damn, Y/N!” He gasped trying to catch his breath.

“I’m not finish papi.” You took him in your mouth with more vigor. Your mouth stretched around the base of his shaft as you sucked his dick with desire. Salvia spilled down to his balls as you continued your assault.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum.” Just as the words spilled from his mouth so did his seed in yours. You swallowed and sucked him dry as best as you could. You stood up and licked your lips. Nestor grabbed you by the back of your neck and kissed you harshly. He wanted you badly. You kissed him back as his right-hand massage you breast and lightly twisted your nipple. You moaned in his mouth. As you both kissed passionately you began to unbutton his dress shirt. You eagerly anticipated for the moment he would be inside you. Nestor pulled from your intense kiss and grabbed your robe collar and pulled it off you. You stood before him naked. Not taking his eyes off you Nestor removed the rest of his clothes. You admired his body and tattoos. His tattoos were splendid, it was ashamed his tattoos were hidden by his long sleeves and suit.

“Nestor can you unbraid your hair?” You asked sweetly. Nestor smirked as he undid both his plats. His long thick wavy hair laid just below his shoulders. He was splendid.

“Lay down.” Nestor demanded his voice raw with pure need. You immediately did as he requested. Nestor crawled into bed with you and gently planted kisses all over your body until he was between your dark brown thighs. Wasting no time Nestor plunged his tongue in your sopping wet pussy.  Your hips bucked up to him as a hiss escaped your lips. Nestor grabs your hips and pull you closer to his mouth. He eagerly found your clit. You tasted amazing and his tongue circled around your nub. Your hands found their way in Nestor’s long hair. You pushed him firmly against your wet pussy. Nestor was happy to oblige as he flattens his tongue and opened his mouth to lick as much of your pussy as he could. Nestor slowly licked your pussy as your lips swollen against his tongue.

“Sabes tan bien en mi boca.” You taste so good in my mouth. Your hands deepened in his hair as your hips gyrated against his mouth. Nestor knew you were close to cumming as your body began to tremble and your back arched up off the bed. Nestor continued licking you vigorously and your thighs clenched his head as you came hard. Nestor did not let up as your juices flowed all over his face. You were becoming too sensitive to his touch and you tried to pull back from his tongue, but Nestor held you into place until he licked your juices. Your body jerked each time his tongue stroked your clit. Your fingers played in his long hair as Nestor kissed his way back up to your lips. After a few moments of kissing you were becoming impatient.

“I need you inside me Nestor.” You opened your legs for him. Nestor grabbed both of your hands and pinned then above your head as he lined up with you and plunged in. Your pussy tightens around him as he slowly thrusts in you.  

“Fuck Nestor faster!” You growled at him trying to free your hands. Nestor chucked at your efforts and pulled out and plunged in harder. You were so wet and felt amazing that Nestor found himself furiously thrusting in you. You pushed against his grip and he finally freed your hands. His hands grabbed your legs as he put them over his shoulders. He needed to get deep. You felt too damn good. The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room.

“Fuck Nestor!” You cried out. You felt your orgasm building. Nestor paused for a moment as you removed your legs from his shoulders.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

You quickly wrapped your legs around him and bucked up to him. Nestor planted his hands beside your head and his face buried in your neck as his thrust became more frantic. Your legs tighten around him as your hands clawed at his back. Nestor lifted and looked at your eyes. They were half closed.

“Look at me.” He demanded.

You opened your eyes and gazed at his handsome face. Nestor slowed down a little as he looked in your eyes. Your fingers played in his hair.

“Nestor don’t stop, please.” You begged.

“I just want to feel all of you.” He moaned as he took his time thrusting in you. It was torture as you needed to fill him hard and fast. How can he have self-control like this? As if reading your mind Nestor began to pick up pace and you were ready. His thrust became deeper and harder and you eagerly accepted all of him. Your orgasm was rising again and as it hit your body convulsed and your pussy gripped Nestor’s cock in a vice grip.

“Fuck!” He moaned as he continued fucking you. You shuddered against his thrusts and watched him as he chased his release. You encouraged his by grabbing his ass and pushing him in you further as he continued to drive in you.

“Cum for me papi.” You lifted up and kissed his lips. Your words sent Nestor over the edge and his orgasm washed all over his body. He moaned your name over and over as the waves lapped over him. He fell in your waiting arms, catching his breath.

“You have ruined me. I don’t think I will let you go back to New York.” He said as he rolled over and pulled you in is arms. You both laid sweaty catching your breaths.

“Maybe Miguel can let you off a few days to come see me in the big city.” You leaned over and kissed his lips as your fingers played in his beard.

“Maybe.”

“Until then…..” You lifted up and straddled Nestor. Nestor’s cock perked up and you slowly slid yourself onto him. “We have tonight.”

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Emily and Miguel giggled as they laid in bed and could hear you and Nestor go at it.

“I knew it was only a matter of time.” Miguel chuckled.

“Well we can’t talk as we conceived Cristobal in her guest bed in New York.” Emily told him planting a kiss on his cheek.

“God, you think Nestor will be on point tomorrow.” Miguel pondered.

“Actually, I don’t. You may need to give him a day or two off.”

“You may be right after all it is Y/N. Poor Nestor.”

They both fell into a fit of laughter. Miguel kissed Emily he was so glad his wife and best friend were ok. He had an idea who was behind the attack and tomorrow he was going to go after them with everything he had. However first he needed to make love to his wife. He was not about to let Nestor and Y/N show them up.

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