#gino vento one shot

[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

[gillysoldlady]

Sleep deprived

Nestor Oceteva and Reader

18+ pretty smutty but also my man gets some love

422 word one shot and blame it on alcohol and Gino fucking Vento for being that sexy braided bad ass.

You had seen it in his posture when he came through the door that night. He greeted his aging pitbull with a rub under the chin and then placed a tired kiss on your lips. “ Bad day?” He exhaled. “ Hmm.” Then you watched him walk down the hall in the direction of your bedroom and some noises in there and then water turning on in the bathroom. You saw him standing inside the open shower and taking his braids out slowly. You stripped off your clothes quietly leaving them in a pile with his and then stepped into the shower behind him wrapping your arms around his waist and just holding his little tummy. You could smell coconut and something lemon so you knew he was washing his hair tonight. You took your hands off of him and began to gently scrub his back with your lavender scented body scrub moving carefully over his newest tattoo which was the word mi vida and your initials underneath it.

You felt his muscles begin to relax under your touch and he exhaled.

“ Damn querida you always know when I need your touch most.”

“ I love you Nestor.”

“ I love you too, how the hell did I get so lucky?”

“ You work with my uncle and my aunt likes to play matchmaker.”

He laughed a little.

“ I just hope Alvarez never finds out what we do in the bedroom or the man will put a cap in my ass.”

“ Not if I have anything to say about it , I know how to handle a gun too.”

Nestor pushed her gently against the shower wall

.” Oh yeah, let’s see how you handle mine then.”

He moved one of your thighs a little and slid home .

Then he began to take you under the hot water.

You moved with him and heavy breathing and some moans could be heard.

After a little while he pulled out with a popping sound.

“ That was so fucking amazing.”

Nestor yawned a little. “ It was and now I am going to sleep like a baby once we get dried off and in bed.”

You playfully smacked his ass then.

“ So will i now that you’re home in one piece and a fine one it is too.”

You both got dressed for bed and dried off and then curled up together with Nestor holding you in that certain spot as you drifted off into solid slumber .

[drabbles-mc]

Protective Detail (4/?)

Nestor Oceteva x Reader

Warnings: language, violence, blood, guns, mild injuries, Nestor being a goddamn thirst trap

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: This chapter is a liiiiittle longer than the others have been but hopefully that’s not a problem. Did I do a deep-dive on Gino Vento’s google photos to be able to know what his body art situation is?? You betcha. Enjoy! xoxo

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Despite the fact that the only thing on your agenda for the day was going to the grocery store, you still came into the kitchen in the morning to see Nestor sipping coffee in yet another button-down shirt and pair of slacks. You wondered for a moment if the man even owned just a pair of casual blue jeans.

“I don’t know where the Galindos shop,” you said with a laugh as you poured a cup of coffee, “But the grocery store I go to doesn’t have a dress code. I thought you knew that.”

He shook his head but you could see the smirk pulling at his lips, “This is just how I dress, Y/N.”

He didn’t use your name often, but each time he did you felt your entire body turn into jello for a few moments before you regained composure again. You took your time getting ready, loving that you didn’t feel rushed or like you were on a schedule. You told Nestor that he could drive, pretending that you just wanted the extra space in his car for shopping purposes. But you were also testing a theory that if you let Nestor have his way more often, he would let you know a little more about who he was as a person. Plus, you had to admit, you didn’t really mind his driving too much. Even if he did drive without the radio on.

Having Nestor with you while you grocery shopped was nice because you got to leave him in charge of pushing the cart while you perused the aisles and picked things out to eat for the next few days. You’d shove produce in his face and ask him if he thought it was fresh, and he would begrudgingly help you out, rolling his eyes at how terrible you were at telling if cantaloups were ripe.

The two of you were walking down the cereal aisle and he was shaking his head at you while fighting back a smile, “You’re like a child with access to a credit card.”

“Listen, Nestor,” you stood on your tip-toes to try and reach towards the back of the top shelf, “Coco Puffs have no age limit.”

He reached over you with ease and grabbed the last box from the back of the shelf and placed it in the cart, not saying a word as he continued pushing onward. You smiled to yourself for a few moments before snapping back to reality and speed-walking a few steps to catch up with him.

He was helping you bag items at the self-checkout and if you were honest with yourself, every now and then you would forget that he was with you to keep you from getting shot or kidnapped. Sometimes you even felt like friends, as much as someone like Nestor would let a person be friends with him.

Once you were out on the road and heading home, you looked over at Nestor with puppy-dog eyes, “Can we stop at Starbucks?”

He looked at you, shaking his head the second he saw the way you were looking at him, “The lines are always ridiculous. The ice cream will melt.”

You sighed, knowing that puppy-dog eyes most likely weren’t going to work on him but it was worth a shot anyway. You leaned back in your seat and scrolled on your phone, wanting desperately to play music to break up the silence.

Nestor passed the street that you normally turned off to get home. You looked over at him and saw how tense his body was. You sat upright, putting your phone back in your purse, “What?”

He nodded towards the rearview mirror, “Car’s been following us since we left the store.”

Your stomach knotted and you tried to take a deep breath but it didn’t help to calm you down at all. You instinctively reached for the glove compartment like it was your own car, and you were expecting Nestor to stop you, but instead he reached and opened it for you, not having to take his eyes off the road to dig around and get the gun out for you.

“You shouldn’t need to use it,” he placed the weapon in your hand and his lingered for a moment, “But just in case.”

He did his best to stay on busier roads, hoping it would be a deterrent, and also hopefully make it easier to lose whoever it was that was tailing them. You felt your heart pounding inside your chest—you had been hoping that your father had dealt with everything and that Nestor really was just an unnecessary precaution, but that wasn’t the case.

Somewhere along the way, the road went dead. Nestor was white-knuckled on the steering wheel and you were trying not to let your hands shake. He had been steadily increasing your speed, but even so the car had kept up and pulled up alongside you. You tried to get a good look at the people who were inside, but before you could, Nestor slammed on the gas and tried to speed ahead of them in one last burst to lose them.

Before he could successfully get in front of them, they swerved and hit the back driver’s side corner of the car. With the speed that Nestor had picked up they hit you hard enough to send the car spinning. By some miracle the vehicle didn’t roll, but you swerved off the road and slammed into an embankment, trashing the front of the car and pinning Nestor’s side. Even if he wanted to open his door and get out, he couldn’t. It all happened so fast, you don’t think you would’ve been able to explain exactly how the two of you ended up in that position even if someone tried to pay you to.

The other car pulled up, opening their passenger door. You had already undone your seatbelt and you instinctively shot the gun in your hand, busting the glass window. You fired off a second bullet and got the man who was coming towards you in the leg, causing him to drop. You were getting ready to fire off a third shot when a third man jumped out of the car and dragged him back throwing him in the back seat, the only sound in the air was a slew of curses of the man who was bleeding. You froze up, unable to take an easy shot that would take someone’s life.

“Just fucking go!” the man yelled as he barely got his accomplice into the back seat.

The car started peeling away before the back door was even completely shut. Clearly, they hadn’t been planning on you being armed at all, let alone ready to shoot. You took a shaky breath as you put the safety back on the gun. You turned to Nestor, who had a harsh burn along his neck from his seatbelt, as well as a cut and a welt on the side of his forehead from where his head slammed against the window while you were spinning out. You unclicked his seatbelt and gently tried to wake him without shaking him, not knowing how hard he had slammed his head.

“Nestor?”

He groaned in response, “Fuck.”

“Oh thank god,” you let out a sigh of relief.

“How many?”

“At least three,” you gently and slowly turned his head, trying to get a better idea of his injuries. You had a feeling that it was nothing serious—he was just going to be bruised and sore for a few days. His side of the car got slammed pretty bad when you went off the road. You pressed your lips together for a moment, “Still got feeling in all your limbs?”

He laughed, although it was weighted with sarcasm, leaning back against the headrest, “Yea.”

“Good,” you sighed, letting your body sink back into your seat as well, “All things considered, this could’ve gone a lot worse.”

He looked over at you, “Looks like we’ll be using your car for a few days.”

You slowly shook your head, “The ice cream is definitely gonna melt.”

His next laugh was genuine, despite the pain he was in, “You have the worst priorities in the world.”

“Hey, I checked to see if you were alive, didn’t I?”

After a few phone calls made to your father and some of his connections, you had a tow-truck and a temporary replacement car there in no time. It was convenient, the only thing you weren’t thrilled about was the fact that your father was the one who delivered it.

“What happened?” he ran to you and wrapped you in a hug

“They followed us out of the grocery store,” you said, taking a slight step back when he finally released you from his embrace, “Nestor noticed right away. They never saw my house.”

He nodded, “That’s good at least,” he held you gently by your upper arms, “How are you? Are you hurt?”

You shook your head, “Neck is sore from getting spun out, but I’m alright. I should probably get Nestor home so I can get his cuts cleaned up.”

“You have things to take care of him?”

You nodded, “Yea of course.”

“Is there anything else I can get you?”

You shook your head, “No, I think we’ll be okay. I just wanna get home.”

He nodded understandingly, “Okay. I love you, mija, you know that right?”

You smiled, “I know. I love you too,” you hugged him, “I’ll talk to you later and give you a full download of the situation, alright?”

“Alright. Please, drive safe.”

“I will,” you kissed his cheek, “Te quiero.”

“Te quiero,” he walked over and shook Nestor’s hand, “Thank you for keeping her safe.”

He nodded, feeling like there wasn’t much to thank him for in this situation, “Your daughter is a very capable woman.”

“She is,” with a final nod and one last look over at you, your father went back to his own car and took off.

You and Nestor waited for the tow truck to finish loading the SUV before finally piling into the car your father had brought for you. It was pretty reminiscent of Nestor’s SUV and you knew that was probably by design. In the back of your mind you knew your father probably wanted it to be your car so he could finally give you what he considered to be a real car. Truthfully you hated driving bigger vehicles, but you weren’t about to hand the keys over to Nestor.

“I’m sorry,” he said one you were both in the car.

“What’re you sorry for?” you asked as you buckled in.

“It never should’ve come to that, to you having to use my gun.”

You shook your head, “Don’t do that. You were unconscious. Not even you are cool enough to be able to pull that off while knocked out. Thanks to you, I get to sleep in my own bed tonight. So don’t beat yourself up,” you waited for him to meet your eyes, “Self-pity is the only thing that doesn’t look good on you, so knock it off,” you offered a small smile as you started the car.

He smiled as he settled into his seat but he didn’t say anything. The drive passed in silence, and for once you weren’t itching to turn the radio on. Part of you wanted to reach over and cover Nestor’s hand with your own, but you fought the urge. He somehow managed to keep his eyes open the whole ride home.

Once you started getting what was left of the groceries out of the car, Nestor asked for the house keys so he could do a check. You told him not to bother, that there would be no way a second threat would be lurking in your house after what just happened, but he insisted. It wasn’t a battle you were going to pick, so you handed over the keys.

The house was quiet, and you didn’t make any comment on it as you started unpacking the groceries. Nestor was sat on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, and the look on his face made your heart feel heavy. You texted your father, asking for one small, very ridiculous favor, hoping that he would grant it to you.

Once all of the groceries were put away, you went and grabbed your first aid kit from the bathroom and sat down next to Nestor on the couch. This time, he didn’t look annoyed about the closeness you shared.

“C’mere,” you motioned for him to lean closer to you so you could start wiping and cleaning out the cut on his forehead. Neither of you said anything while you tended to him. He cringed slightly when you used the alcohol, but he remained silent. You told him that after he showered you would put a bandage on it just as a precaution, but the gash wasn’t really that deep. It was more to make you feel better about it. You wiped down the burn across his neck with an anti-bacterial rub, but there wasn’t a whole lot else that you could do for it.

“How’s your side?” you nodded to his side that got slammed into the door of the car when you hit the embankment.

“It’s fine,” he wasn’t looking at you.

“Can I see it?”

He stood up, ready to go shower and wash the day away, “I said it’s fine.”

“Well if it’s fine then there’s no reason not to let me see,” you weren’t yelling but it was a firm tone that you hadn’t used with him before.

He sighed, not having the energy to put up a fight. He untucked and un-buttoned his shirt, pulling the one side out so that you could see his chest and ribcage. There were a few bruises starting to come in, but it didn’t look terrible. You tried to stay focused on the real reason you wanted to look at him, but you had to admit that you let your eyes linger a little longer than medically necessary. You hadn’t been expecting to see so much ink on his skin.

“Can I go shower now?”

You nodded, “Yea. Thank you.”

You didn’t have the energy to go and get changed, so instead you melted into the couch, pushing the first aid kit to the floor. You heard the shower turn on and then, for the first time, he put music on. Your eyes went wide, thinking for a moment that you must’ve hit your head at some point too and were hearing things. After a minute went by, you finally let yourself relax, not even wanting to turn the television on and risk drowning out the melodies drifting out of the bathroom. You didn’t know what kind of music you were expecting Nestor to listen to, but what he was playing was much more mellow than you thought it would be.

You were resting with your eyes closed when there was a light knock on the door. You got up, smiling because you knew what it was. You opened the front door, smiling at your father’s newest assistant who looked like he was only a couple weeks out of college. He stood there with a smile as he held out a brown paper bag to you.

“Your dad said you needed these?”

You smiled and nodded, “Yes, thank you so much,” he nodded and went to walk away when you caught his attention again, “Hey, I never caught your name.”

“Ricardo. You can call me Ricky.”

“Thank you, Ricky.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Have a good night.”

You shut and locked the door and put the bag in the freezer, grinning over the fact that your father was still willing to indulge you in silly things like this even after all this time. You snapped back to reality when the sound of the shower and the music both shut off. The door creaked open and you fought the urge to peak into the hallway.

After a few minutes went by and Nestor didn’t reappear in the living room, you took it upon yourself to go to him. You grabbed the bag out of the freezer and two spoons before making your way down the hall.

You knocked lightly on the door, not used to it being shut. His voice was quiet on the other side, “Yea?”

You opened the door and fought to not let your jaw hit the floor. Nestor was lying on his bed, eyes closed, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. All you could think about, though, was the fact that he was lying there with no shirt on, just a pair of sweatpants. You truly couldn’t believe the number of tattoos that the man had. His chest, stomach, and arms were completely decked out in ink of all kinds. You hadn’t given much thought to him having tattoos—you saw the one on his neck and his hands but other than that it never really crossed your mind. Your quick glance earlier didn’t do his extensive body art justice.

And his hair wasn’t braided—his long, thick curls were thrown up into a messy bun on top of his head. You were certain that there would never be a better look for him than that. You wished it didn’t take such a rough day to get it out of him. You cleared your throat slightly, chastising yourself over how your mind instantly flew to some very unprofessional places.

“I come bearing gifts,” you said as you walked over and sat on the edge of his bed, “Well, gift. It’s just one.”

He opened one eye, smiling as you set the pint of ice cream and spoon on his nightstand, “Which of your father’s assistants had to drive that over?”

You laughed, “The new one, Ricky.”

He forced himself to sit upright, “Poor kid.”

He reached for the ice cream and your eyes were glued to his forearms, figuring it was the safest place for you to study as you digested all of the new ink that you were seeing. You were trying not to gawk but he was making it really difficult for you. You bit down lightly on your bottom lip, unable to force yourself to look away.

He noticed you staring and immediately became very aware of how he looked, “Fuck, sorry. Let me grab a shirt.”

You shook your head, “Stop. This is your home too for now. I don’t give a shit,” you laughed, “After today you can wear whatever you want,” you took a scoop of ice cream out of your pint, “Your hair looks good like that, by the way.”

He smiled, slowly pulling his legs up so he was sitting cross-legged by his pillow, “Thanks. You tell anyone and I’ll kill you.”

You laughed, “Hey, man-buns are in right now.”

He chuckled as he methodically scooped away a layer at a time. You pulled your feet up and sat the same way he was, the two of you facing each other. Neither of you said anything as you ate, and you soaked up the moment.

“Can I put a bandage on your cut?” you asked as you put the top back on your ice cream container.

“It’s really not that bad.”

“I know but it’ll make me feel better.”

He shrugged, nodding, “Sure.”

You gathered up your spoons and what was left of your ice cream and walked out of the room. You tossed the containers back into the freezer before going to grab the first aid kit off of your floor. After thinking about it for a moment, you made a pit-stop in your room and changed out of your clothes, opting for a pair of sweats and a baggy t-shirt.

By the time you walked back into his room, Nestor had put on a t-shirt moved to the edge of the bed, swinging his legs off so his feet hit the floor. You sat down next to him and looked at his forehead. You sifted through the different-sized bandages you had before you found one that was satisfactory. You leaned in, gently applying it to his forehead.

You rested your palm on the side of his face, lightly tracing your thumb over the bandage to make sure it was completely on. Nestor’s eyes were closed, and without thinking better of it, he leaned slightly into your touch and you froze, not wanting to give up the contact. You tried to relax your body, but you couldn’t.

A few seconds later he opened his eyes again, and realized what he was doing. He sat upright and cleared his throat, not sure what to say or do. You forced yourself to break the silence, “Need anything else?”

He shook his head, “No. Thank you. I know I’m here to keep you safe but you definitely saved my ass today.”

You chuckled, “And you can save my ass tomorrow,” your expression grew a little more serious, “But really, you good?”

He nodded, “I’m good.”

“Okay,” you rested your hand on his knee for a moment, “Goodnight, Nestor.”

You went to take your hand away as you stood when you felt his come to rest over it, completely enveloping it, “Goodnight,” he gave your hand a soft squeeze.

You walked out of his room, shutting the door behind you. you turned off all the lights in the house before going to your room and collapsing onto your bed. You stared up at the ceiling, trying to process everything that had happened that day. You traced over the top of your hand where Nestor’s had been and, despite the day the two of you had had, you found yourself smiling.

[divine17]

↳ NESTOR’S S/O NOT BEING IN THE “BUSINESS” | MASTERLIST

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Count: 38

A/N: Written for a close friend of mine. Ilysm. & it’s under a cut because it’s pretty long.

Honestly, Nestor would initially be very apprehensive dating someone who isn’t really in the same industry as he is

Which would be none other than an internationally-respected, highly-organized crime syndicate aka the Galindo cartel industry, of course

He would be very hesitant to get too deeply involved or form any sort of emotional connection at first

He hasn’t had much time nor any real interest in the dating scene, but if he had to guess, most girls wouldn't really like being told they're having dinner with the head of security for a cartel leader

So he would probably just say he was a military man at first and leave it at that

He feels bad lying to you, but... Technically, it isn’t really a lie, because he was in the Navy for some time, so...

He would look at it as being the good ol’ “what you don’t know yet can’t hurt you” type of things

Nestor would be slow to let you in, and it would take a little bit of time for him to open up about stuff in his life, especially his work

But once things got very serious, like once you’ve moved in with him and you’ve been going steady for a while, he’d slowly start to let up on it until it’s out in the open

And he’s in total shock and utter disbelief when you tell him that you don't care what he does, because you love him no matter what and nothing could ever change that

That’s when he very first realizes what an absolute keeper and how big of a blessing you really are to him 

Either way, he would definitely try to keep you away from that side of him as much as he could

But that’s not because he thinks you're too weak and can’t handle it or that he doesn’t trust you or anything like that, really, it’s nothing bad

Nestor just doesn’t want you to see that side of him or get involved with that part of his life for fear of people using you as a way to get to him (& by extension, Miguel), or put you in harm’s way

He knows it’s selfish, but he just can’t risk losing you once he’s finally found you (and he’s convinced that it’s just his luck that he would)

If you’re particularly persistent, though, he would slowly let you know more and more until you deem it a satisfying amount

It takes him a little while to adjust to having such a normal, civilian life, but he loves it so freaking much

And, to be fair, it’s weird for you too and definitely takes a little adjusting

Opening the kitchen drawer to look for remote batteries and finding a pistol or seeing the giant knife and baseball bat by his side of the bed (which is closest to the door, of course) wasn’t exactly something you were used to, but it’s fine

He’s a completely different person when he’s at home with you

Much more relaxed than he usually is, less stressed and anxious, more open and calmer, a tiny bit goofy and very sweet, maybe even a little soft

When he’s with you, he can just push his work to the side and just be himself and in his element, and he loves it

You’d give him a nickname, something cute and simple, like Ness, and it only makes him fall for you even more because no one’s ever given him an actual nickname before

He loves having that simple luxury of just laying on the couch with you and being lazy, letting Netflix play in the background as the two of you talk about your day and lazily make out before getting up and cooking dinner together

His favorite is when you let him do the cooking and you just sit on the kitchen counter and talk shit while sipping on a glass of wine (or something harder, he doesn’t judge, and he’s actually probably drinking the same thing)

He also loves when you put your glass down and come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, laying your head against his shoulder, stealing little kisses while you watch him

It might be surprising, but he loves to cook, actually, it helps him relax and makes him feel much more productive at home

Nestor loves touching you, just having you close to him, whether it’s curling up together in bed at night or just having his hand on your thigh when you’re in the car, or his head against your chest while you read to him

Puts him to sleep almost instantly, and he kinda hates it, but he also loves it

He loves casually calling you his Mrs. Oceteva, and you like hearing him call you that, but either of you really know if the other is serious or not, but that’s okay

After about a year of dating, he’d make the decision to introduce you to Miguel, and then to Emily

Miguel had heard him on the phone with you and seen the cute little texts pop up on his phone before, but left it alone and didn't push to find out who you were

You’d have a very simple contact name that wouldn't give much away, but still, he knew that a female name in his phone was probably something more than platonic 

He figured that Nestor would tell him in his own time, and he was correct, so it wasn’t some huge shock or anything when he admitted that he’s had a partner this whole time and now he wants them to meet you

He would be very nervous about that, too, because that’s bringing you a step closer into the darkness, but ultimately Miguel is his best friend and virtually a brother to him, so he’s not too worried

He just doesn't want you to be linked back to the cartel in any way, for your own personal safety

After a couple casual dinners and stuff together, he’s (pleasantly) surprised to realize that you’ve all taken a liking to each other

And Emily likes you, even if it takes some time for you to warm up to her, and Miguel thinks you're very kind and a good person for Nestor to have in his life