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

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

Words - 451

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

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

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

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

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

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

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

The action has you in spasm. “No.”

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Stockton!Series Part One: El Cuchillo - Nestor Oceteva x Reader

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It’s a guy from Stockton, it’s always a guy from fucking Stockton.

It isn’t the first time you’ve been groped in the clubhouse, but it hasn’t happened in a long time, not since Bishop instated a zero policy. The girls were treated with respect here, it was a common courtesy.

Yuma were usually fine, but there’s always a problem with Stockton. It’s the reason Bishop clears out all the female bartenders before they show up. You don’t know if it’s a management issue because Ramos is a convicted rapist and his views on women have filtered down or if it’s the calibre of men they’re recruiting.

You don’t usually visit the clubhouse, but Carmen's asked you to swing by to pick up some donations for the community centre that Angel had dropped off. Valeria was growing like a weed and most of the clothing was new or almost new. He wanted it to go to good use in the community, they’d been there for him when he suddenly found himself with a two-week-old infant. He was paying it back or forward depending on how you looked at it.

You’re carrying the box of donations when it happens, a hand comes to rest on your ass, squeezing it tightly before an arm snakes around your waist drawing you into their lap. The box slips out of your hands, tumbling across the floor and the room falls silent.

“Ain’t you a pretty little thing?” A voice murmurs in your ear. A stranger’s lips brush the curve of your throat, unfamiliar stubble raking across your skin. “Where have they been keeping you?”

Your own hand comes to rest upon the one that encompasses your waist, gripping the two middle fingers before you wrench them back, breaking them. The crack of bone resounds through the room, a choked scream erupting out of the man whose lap your sitting in. You rise to your feet and turn to face him.

It’s Ramos.

He’s the only one who has the balls to go up against Bishop, to blatantly break clubhouse rules. You doubt he has any idea of your reputation; how deadly you really are. You look towards Bishop, he’s already out of his seat, his jaw tense, those dark eyes of his glittering with rage.

The whole reason Stockton are here is to discuss Santo Padre relinquishing control of the pipeline. Bishop wants to do it in the safest way possible and that means sitting down with both Yuma and Stockton to discuss the options. What you’ve just done might have usurped all of that.

“The bitch broke my fingers.” Ramos spits, his hand trembling as he holds it up.

“You’re lucky she didn’t cut them off and feed them to you.” Bishop snarls before jabbing his finger at Ramos. “You come in here with no fucking respect.”

Ramos leans forward, his elbows resting on the table as he meets Bishop’s gaze.

“Those are your rules not mine.” He says, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile. “If they’re not somebody’s old lady they’re fair game and I don’t see a ring on this one’s finger.”

“That’s not how we operate.” Bishop snaps, his eyes blazing.

“It is if you want to make this deal.” Ramos says, raising to his feet. “She needs to learn her place and I’m more than happy to be the one to teach her.”

“That’s not fucking happening.” Bishop informs the other man, his gaze full of fury. “Now get the fuck out of my club house before I allow El Cuchillo to cut your fucking dick off.”

“El Cuchillo?” Ramos laughs, jabbing his finger in your direction. “There’s no way this, cunt…”

Bishop inclines his head towards you. You realise what this is, him giving you his blessing. He’s had enough of Stockton, of Ramos and his demands, the way he treats the women he interacts with. If it wasn’t you, it could have been someone else, Carmen, Songbird, Stitches. Ramos needs to learn that their women are off limits and who better to teach him?

Ramos doesn’t see the punch coming, it’s a lighting fast blow to the nose that snaps Ramos’s head right back. Blood erupts, spattering the lower half of his face with crimson.

Two things happen when someone who’s untrained gets punched in the face, they flinch, or they flail. Ramos is a flailer, he comes straight back at you, fists swinging. You’re ready for it. You’ve spent years sparring with Nestor, someone with a much more advanced skillset that Ramos. Ramos is a thug, and a brawler.

The first hit he lands on you is a glancing blow, it hurts like hell, but you’ve taken worse, much worse. It gives you the space to manoeuvre, because he’s over extended, off balanced. You hit him with a right hook that turns his head. He spits blood onto Bishop’s table as you slip the ornate hair pin from your hair. It’s the one that Nestor gave you as a birthday present a couple of years ago, back when you were both still working for the cartel. The surgical steel glints in the light that’s streaming through the window before you dive it into Ramos’s palm, fixing it to the wood.

He screams, it’s a shrill, piercing sound that cuts through the air like a blade. Ramos reaches for the pin but you get there first, tearing it out before you grab the back of his head, slamming it hard into the table. You kick his legs apart, your palm pressing down on the back of his neck as you press the sharp end of the pin between his legs, jabbing it lightly against his balls.

“It’s not fun being in this position, is it?” You ask him. “I hope you think about that, the next time you even consider laying a hand on a woman.”

He curses at you Spanish, and you alter the trajectory of the pin just slightly, so it cuts through the denim of his jeans, scraping across his scotum.

“You know it will take the barest amount of pressure to make you eunuch.” You say conversationally. “Do you think they’d follow you then, that they’d still consider you a leader? Shall we find out?”

“Rosa.” Bishop says quietly, his face impassive as he watches Ramos struggle. “I think he gets the message.”

You sigh before pulling away, releasing Ramos as you take a step back. You wipe your hair pin across your jeans, smearing blood across the thigh. Bishop’s attention turns to Smokey, Stockton’s V.P.

“I’d be taking a vote if I were you.” He tells the other man, grasping the back of Ramos’s kutte and shoving him towards Smokey. “This asshole is going to be the downfall of your whole charter unless someone gets him in line.”

There two men share a look of understanding before Smokey loops Ramos’s arm around his neck and guides him towards the exit. Ramos shoots you a final hostile look before the two of them disappear out the door.

It barely closes behind them before Bishop looks at you and says “Fuck, I need a drink.”

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Do You Believe?

Nestor Oceteva x Female Reader  TW: None

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” The gruffness of the voice behind at me tugs at something deep down but I don’t have time to process it as I laugh.

“That’s an original one there” I say my words catching in my throat as I’m sucker punched with memories I’ve worked so hard to forgot “but for you, I’ll make an exception” 

Nestor slides into the stool across from me “scotch, neat” he murmurs, watching as I was already reaching for the good bottle of Macallan I keep under the bar. Grabbing two glasses I pour a hearty amount into both. 

“You know I’ve never been a believer until I saw you that night, soaking wet, the middle of a thunderstorm completely lost” his dark eyes looking down at the bar as he sips his drink. He reminds me of the old men who come in here, the ones who just want to talk about the good times, just want someone to listen. Nursing my cup I lean against the far counter. 

“You weren’t much better, using a newspaper as an umbrella and just as lost” I say with a soft smile forming on my lips as I’m taken back. 

It was my first trip, for as long as I can remember I wanted to go to Paris, the art, the language, the dazzling  lights. What more could a small town girl want? I scrimped and saved every dollar until I was 21 and off I went on my grand adventure. 

The airline had lost my luggage, the hotel I had booked was nothing like the photos in the brochure, it was horrible, and now on my second night I had been mugged and was lost in a thunderstorm, when I ran into this handsome man, a much younger, less battered and broken version of the one in front of me. 

“You know self pity is meaningless?” I say gulping my drink down hoping for bravery and luck. 

“I’m the one who taught you that” his eyes finally meet mine, I feel my knees buckling beneath me, I steady myself on the counter in front of me, pouring another drink. 

“So do you believe?” he asks, pushing his glass towards me, topping it up. 

I take a sip of mine, suddenly feeling brave I place my glass next to his and lean on the bar my face millimetres from his, bergamot, tobacco and something uniquely Nestor hit my nostrils, the familiar comforting smell soaking into all my pores, awaking things in me I haven’t felt in years. 

“You tell me” I murmur wondering if I am desperate and lonely enough to kiss him, to forgive him just for a moment. 

“It never stopped being you” he whispers as he closes the gap, his lips softly brushing against mine, lighting me on fire, all the air disappearing from my lungs, he is my drug and I need more. 

Before I can even push for more, crawl over this bar and into his skin, he’s on his feet pushing back, and walking out the door, not even a glance back, leaving me wonder if it was all a dream. 

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bullets [ nestor oceteva ]

SUMMARY ─ the party was supposed to be secure, but when your life is at risk, nestor fears you might not every know his true feelings towards you

WARNINGS ─ female!reader, tw [ guns, near-death experiences + trauma ] + mature language

INSPRIATION ─ southpaw [ 2015 ]

nestor had been standing off to the side, the galindo's annual sponsorship party in full swing with potential clients shuffling around the open floor, drinks in hand and beautiful women hanging off their arms.it was hours into the party, when things had taken a sour turn.

he had seen the panicked look you sent him, quickly making his way across the floor to come to your aid. he had stepped up next to you, clearing his throat as his hand come to the small of your back. he started to gently pull you away from the man that was making you uncomfortable. "why you leaving so soon?" the man called after you, his smile slowly disappearing as nestor guided you further away from the man. he only got you a few steps away when the man started to raise his voice as he followed after you. "are you fucking kidding me, bro? she was enjoying her time with me!"

nestor ignored them at first, wanting to get you to safety, he could deal with this cabrón later. as more hateful words were thrown at him, your words to just keep walking increased as well. and it worked well enough, until the man turned his hateful language your way. nestor stopped, your hands coming to pull at his arm in an attempt to get him to keep moving. “he’s drunk. ness, let’s just go.” you whispered, still pulling at his arm in attempt to get hi moving once more.

however, the man was persistent and kept pushing until one sentence caught him in a flare of anger, “i'll kick your ass, and then fuck that bitch." against his better judgement, nestor turned around to face the man. his smug smile stretching across his face as nestor approached him. "aw, here he comes to defend her honor..." his words cut off with a swift punch to the jaw, sending the man to the floor.

the fight breaking out across the floor. arms wrapped around you from behind as another member of the galindo security tried to pull you away from the escalating fight. some of the other members stepping in to put an end to the fight. another man, most likely a friend of the man who was currently rolling around on the floor with nestor, run up to aid his friend, only to get sent to the floor as well.

then a gun shot rang through the hall, people screamed, ducking for cover as the fight dispersed. a galindo security guard tackled a man holding a gun to the floor, wrestling the weapon from his hand as he pleaded that it wasn’t him. nestor was hauled from the floor, wiping the blood from his mouth with a rag handed to him by one of his seconds. that’s when he heard you voice, "nestor."

he was walking to your kneeled position immediately at the call of his name, kneeling next to you to assess you. his hands come to rest at your shoulders as the panic started to settle, "what's wrong?" he watched you gape up at him, your hand over your abdomen. pain slowly started to spread across your stomach as you still tried to comprehend what exactly happened. "i don't know."

nestor’s eyes caught your hand, now covered in blood as it seeped from your wound. his eyes found your own in a fiery, widening in shock as he took in your wound. "call an ambulance!" members of the security team were quick to approach and offer aid as one called for an ambulance.

a jacket was taken off, thrown onto the floor as nestor gently moved you to lay on your back, your hands coming to rest at the lapels of his own jacket as you quietly sobbed. "i want to go home, nestor." wincing in pain as pressure was applied to your wound, the world now moving slower than before. "i want to go home."

"i'll take you home, te prometo mi amor." i promise you my love he pressed a short kiss to one of your hands, watching as your breathing started to slow and pulse started to drop. your eyes gently fluttering shut as your blood pooled underneath you. "mantén tus ojos en mí." keep your eyes on me and while you had tried you hardest to comply with his pleas, your eyes shut.

when you awoke, a dull beeping was heard. your ears picking up on the brief sound of the blood pressure machine taking your readings, then a muffled voice repeating the readings with a comforting sigh.

your eyes opened, wincing as the light temporary blinded you before they adjusted. you found yourself seated in a hospital bed, nestor sitting in the chair next to you. a dark bruise forming just below his right eye.

his eyes met yours, a brief realization fluttering across as he muttered something about getting the nurse before he stood from the chair. a nurse entered in his place and took an assessment of you, making note of everything you were feeling before heading back out to report to the doctor. it was then, that nestor reentered. “how are you feeling?”

“in pain.” you grumbled, shifting so you could find a more comfortable spot then laying on your back. “what happened?” at your question, you watched him deflate, sadness flooding his eyes as he tried to figure out how best to explain what happened. “you got shot. after some cabrón didn’t like that i had removed you from his reach.” 

you looked at him, the shocked expression spoke volumes as you slowly took in what he had said. “he shot me?” thinking that it was some extreme length a man had gone to after being denied by a woman. then again, given today’s society, it happened more than many cared to admit. “no. his friend did. but it’s all taken care of.”

you tried to suppress the shiver that went down your spine at his words. it’s all taken care of. you knew how the galindo cartel operated, given the man next to you was a vital part of the organization. but it still never sat easy with you. “you still going to take me home? just like you promised?” your question stopped him, realizing now that in your dazed state, you still had managed to hear the promise he made you. he smiled, wrapping a hand around your own and bringing it to his lips to press a gentle kiss, “anything for you, mi amor.”

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Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

Warnings: language, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, angst

Word Count: 4.5k

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You woke up the next morning to an empty bed. You groaned slightly as you sat up and stretched, running your hands down your face as you tried to rub the sleep from your eyes. You could hear the muffled sound of Nestor’s music coming from the other end of the house. The floor was cold beneath your bare feet as you made your way down the hall to see what he was up to.

If he heard you coming, he didn’t say anything. He was washing the last of the dishes in the sink, nodding his head slightly to the beat of the music. You walked up behind him and leaned against his back, arms draping loosely around his waist.

You heard him chuckling quietly as you nuzzled against his t-shirt, “Good morning. Was starting to worry you were going to sleep the whole day away.”

You laughed, “Not the whole day. Just most of it,” you paused, “What time did you wake up?”

“Early,” he shut the sink off and dried his hands before turning so he could face you, “Woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep.”

“Sorry,” you rested your chin against his chest as you looked up at him.

He shook his head before leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead, “Don’t be.”

He let you go so he could step away and make you a cup of coffee. You leaned back against the counter, a smile on your face as you watched him. There was a lot to be said about how far the two of you had come in coexisting together. You’d always said that after college you never wanted to have a roommate ever again, but maybe you just needed to find the right one.

Nestor turned around and saw the look on your face, his brows furrowing slightly, “What?”

You shook your head, “Nothing, nothing. Just can’t believe how domesticated you’ve become.”

He laughed, “Domesticated? I wasn’t a feral cat.”

You couldn’t help but to laugh as you took the coffee mug from his hands, “Not quite feral but pretty close,” you took a sip from the cup, “My father say what time he wanted to see me?”

Nestor shook his head, “No, just whenever you’re free.”

You nodded, “Alright. Well. I’ll finish my coffee and get ready to head out? Since I apparently slept half the day away,” you chuckled.

He smiled and nodded, “Sounds good.”

“You alright?”

He looked surprised by the question, “Yea, why?”

You shrugged with a slight shake of your head, “Just making sure. Seem a little…off.”

“All good.”

You nodded, not totally sure if you really believed him, “Alright,” you stepped in and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Once you had showered, you made your way over to the closet to try and pull something together to wear to your father’s. You were deep in thought as you leafed through all of the hangers. Above the music still emanating from the front of the house, you heard Nestor’s footsteps coming down the hall. You smiled to yourself when you heard them stop at the door of the room.

“Creep,” you said as you pulled one of your tops from its hanger.

He chuckled as he walked over to you, “Like you’re not.”

You tossed the shirt onto the bed, letting yourself lean against Nestor’s chest. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. Despite the smile on his face, you could still see it in his eyes that something was bothering him. You reached up and stroked along his cheekbone, “You sure you’re alright?”

He rested one hand over yours as he nodded, “I’m okay.”

“Did my dad say something to you?”

He shook his head, “You worry too much.”

“Nes, you know you can talk to me, right? About anything?”

“I know.”

You opened your mouth to respond but you didn’t get the chance. He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. You melted into his touch instantly, both hands coming to rest behind his neck to keep him pulled close to you. His hands slid down your sides until they came to rest on your hips, gripping them tightly. He bit lightly at your bottom lip, causing you to moan. You felt him smile into your kiss as he slid his hands down scooping you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You pulled your lips off of his and looked down at him with a smile, a quiet laugh escaping your lips as he carried you over to the bed.

He laid you down on the bed, wasting no time as he instantly took off his shirt and peeled away the towel that you had wrapped around yourself. He looked down at you, eyes traveling over every inch of your body as his hands slid up your thighs. You lazily wound your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together to pull him back down to you. He smiled as he leaned in, pressing his lips against your neck.

You felt his teeth graze against the skin there and you pushed him away, giving him a pointed look, “Not when we are literally minutes away from going to see my father.”

He chuckled, placing a light kiss on your cheek, “Right, right. Sorry.”

You were halfway through pushing Nestor’s pants down his legs when your phone started to go off on the bedside table. You both looked over at it and then at each other. With a groan you ran your hands over your face.

“Can you see who it is?”

Nestor chuckled, letting his pants drop the rest of the way before picking up your phone and looking at the screen, “It’s Jude.”

“God dammit,” you held your hand out, “I can’t not take this.” Nestor handed the phone over to you with a small smirk playing at his lips, but you were too busy being annoyed to notice as you held the phone up to your ear, “Jude, hey, how are you?”

You were muddling your way through small talk when you felt Nestor’s lips on the inside of your thigh. You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked down at him. He glanced up at you innocently, like he didn’t know exactly what he was doing as he pushed your knees farther apart. You silently shook your head at him but he ignored it as he continued to kiss along the insides of your thighs.

“Yea, I’m still here. I’m actually going to see my father soon,” you bit down hard on your bottom lip to contain a moan when you felt Nestor’s tongue run lightly along your folds. You shut your eyes tight as you tried to focus on your conversation, “Absolutely. Yes. I’m going to talk it all over with him today,” you attempted to writhe away from Nestor’s touch but he kept you pinned to the mattress, “I really like what I’ve seen so far. I just,” you pressed your lips together, cutting yourself off mid-sentence as you tried not to let the feeling of Nestor’s tongue derail your conversation, “I just have a few things I really want to talk through with him. He’s got more perspective than either of us,” you laughed as you tied to push Nestor away by his shoulders.

You looked down at Nestor, and he glanced up at you with a smirk. You wanted to free yourself from him but your body betrayed you in every way possible. Your legs involuntarily found themselves draped over his shoulders as you arched your back into his touch.

“Right. Yes. So after my meeting with him I’ll be sure to reach out to both you and Raymond so we can,” you took a deep breath to combat the urge to moan as Nestor slid his fingers into you, “Great. Have a good one. Talk soon.”

You slammed the end call button and practically chucked your phone across the room. You could feel Nestor’s laugh against you and as much as you wanted to hate him, he was making you feel too good.

“You’re fucking insane,” you laughed as he pulled away from you, lips traveling back up to yours.

He kissed you hard on the lips, and you could taste yourself off of his tongue. He pulled away from you with a smug grin on his face, “You love it.”

You smiled, shaking your head as you cupped his face in your hands, “I do,” you pulled his lips back down to yours before pulling on the waistband of his underwear.

He kicked them off the rest of the way before lifting you and setting you farther back on the bed. He positioned himself between your legs, kissing every inch of your chest, shoulders, and neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist, needily pulling his hips closer to you.

He wasn’t in the mood to fight you, letting you pull him as close as you possibly could. He moaned into the crook of your neck as he slid into you, and all the different sensations made your entire body tremble. You hooked your arms underneath his, hands resting firmly on his back by his shoulder blades.

“Fuck,” you gasped as he fell into an agonizingly slow, hard pace. Your nails dug into the skin of his back as you tried to pull him closer still.

His forearms were on either side of your head, caging you in. Your name fell from his lips in soft moans as he continued to coat your neck in kisses. Something that had started off so light and fun was suddenly much more than that. You could feel the weight of it when he kissed your lips. The movements of his lips and tongue were needy, almost desperate, and had no choice but to lose yourself in all of it.

Your hands slid to rest against his chest before making their way to up rest behind his neck. He sucked on your bottom lip and you moaned, legs wrapping tighter around him. A small whimper escaped you when he pulled his lips off of yours, repositioning himself as he sped up his pace.

“Don’t stop,” you whined.

You heard him curse under his breath at the neediness in your voice. He was pressed flush against you as you began to claw at his back. You bit down onto his shoulder as you came around him. You felt him let out a shaky breath against your neck, but his pace didn’t slow or falter at all as he continued to thrust into you, the overstimulation causing you to shut your eyes tight as you pulled his lips back to yours.

It wasn’t long until Nestor finished as well, pulling your body tight against his as he did. He kept his lips on yours, moaning into your mouth as his body stiffened for a moment before practically collapsing on top of you. Despite the fact that he was still attempting to catch his breath, he was still peppering your skin in gentle kisses. You hummed in approval as you gently ran your hands up and down his back, feeling the ridges left from when your nails had dug into him only minutes before.

“We gotta stop getting into things before we go places,” you said with a laugh as Nestor rested his head against your chest.

You could feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin as he listened to the rapid beat of your heart, “In our defense, one of us usually stops.”

You laughed, resting your hand on the back of his head, “That’s true.”

He rolled, pulling you with him so that you were laying on top of him instead. You smiled as you felt his hands carefully tracing your back and sides. His eyes searched yours like he was looking for some kind of answer. You drummed your fingers on his chest along the intricate lines of the tattoos that covered his skin.

You smiled as you reached forward and ran your thumb over the bruise that was starting to come in on his shoulder, trying not to laugh as he shook his head at you.

“Double-standards,” he muttered.

You laughed, “Yours you can cover up.”

He smiled but didn’t argue with you about it. You sat up, situating yourself so that you were straddling his hips. His hands rested on your waist as he stared at you, eyes raking over your entire body.

“Take a picture,” you said with a laugh, snapping him out of his thoughts, “it’ll last longer.”

He chuckled, hands absently rubbing your thighs, “The most confidential information I’d ever have.”

You smiled, shaking your head, “Yea, I’m sure.”

You went to swing your leg off and over him but he wrapped his arms tight around you, preventing you from being able to do so. You laughed as you fell, your chest pressing tight against his. He kissed you hard on the lips and it caught you a little off-guard. You drank it in nonetheless, letting the pads of his fingers trail all over your skin as his lips moved against yours.

When you finally pulled away, he loosened his hold on you. You smiled down at him, tracing your fingers down the sides of his face, “Can I get dressed now?”

He let his arms drop back to his sides, “Yea, I guess.”

You hopped off of him, laughing as you went to gather up the rest of your outfit for the day. “Remind me,” you laughed as you shimmied into a pair of underwear, “to not answer phone calls around you anymore.”

He smiled, standing up off the bed. He leaned and kissed you on the temple but didn’t respond. You watched him as he started to redress himself. You’d catch him looking over at you and all you could do was smile. He grabbed a button-down from the closet, pulling it on. He kissed you one more time on the lips before walking out of the room.

You didn’t fight him over the keys, figuring that he served his time yesterday. Besides, if being the driver yesterday had reminded you of anything it was how difficult it was to focus on the road when Nestor was next to you. It was probably for the best that he drove.

Once he sat down in the driver’s seat, he reached for his sunglasses but you beat him to them. He laughed and shook his head but he wasn’t going to try and get them from you. It wasn’t worth the sass he would get over it. He chuckled as you kicked your feet up onto the dashboard as he pulled out of your driveway.

When he parked at your father’s, you were relived to see the driveway was empty aside from your car. You’d had enough interactions with Miguel Galindo to last you for a while. You hooked Nestor’s glasses onto your shirt and opened the back door, grabbing all of the paperwork off of the seat. You had it all bundled in your arms as you gave the car door a gentle kick shut.

You were walking towards the door when Nestor stepped in front of you, opening it for you. You smiled, “Thanks. Really don’t want to drop and have to reorganize all of this.”

“I figured.”

You stepped inside but he remained out on the steps. You arched one eyebrow, “You coming?”

“I’ll be out here. I doubt your father wants me eavesdropping on business stuff.”

You shrugged, “Suit yourself. See you in a few,” you smiled before walking the rest of the way into the house, letting the door shut behind you.

You and your father poured over all of the paperwork. You could tell that he was chomping at the bit, wanting to get you settled into things as quickly as possible. He did admire, though, the level of dedication that you had in vetting everything. You weren’t going to leave any stone unturned if you could help it.

The two of you spoke about how if you were going to get into this, you were going to have a considerable amount of sway in the decision-making. If you wanted to just work for someone else you could stay at your current job and do that just fine. But if you were going to start melding into your father’s world, you didn’t want to be at anyone’s mercy.

“Think they’ll go for it?” you asked as your father looked over your notes and proposal.

He nodded slowly, “I don’t see why not. They seem eager. And you’re not asking for anything unrealistic.”

You let out a sigh of relief at his reassurance, “Awesome. Thank you for helping with all of this, by the way. I know you’ve got enough other shit that you’re trying to handle.”

He smiled and shook his head, “I’ve told you before, mija, whatever you need. It’s never a bother.”

There were a few beats of silence before you hopped onto the next topic, “Nestor told me that you had some security updates to discuss with me?”

His expression visibly brightened at your question, “Yes, yes. I have some great news for you, Y/N. Perfect timing with everything else that you have been working so hard on.”

You sat across the desk from your father, the same way you had all those weeks ago. You listened as he explained how things had been handled, and that if there was no retaliation in the next few days to a week, you were in the clear. He didn’t get into details about it, not wanting you to be a part of that side of things just yet. Besides, his mistakes and the ways he cleaned them up were not your concern. All he wanted was for you to be safe, and you had been. And now it seemed like you would be. That meant a lot of things, but all you could think about was the fact that it meant you would no longer have Nestor by your side all the time. You weren’t sure that you were ready to give that up.

“I’m sure,” your father said with a laugh, “that you’re more than ready to not have Nestor looking over your shoulder all the time.”

You forced a smile, subconsciously touching the shades that hung from your shirt, “Yea, that’s true.”

His expression fell as he searched your face, knowing that you were trying to put on a front, “What is it, mija?”

You tried to laugh it off, “It’s nothing. It’s stupid. I’ve just gotten kind of used to having a housemate is all. It’ll be a little weird to go back to flying solo all the time,” you shook your head, “But I’m sure Nestor has much better things to do with his time than babysit me.”

He knew you well enough to know that you weren’t telling him something. However he also knew that you never responded well to prying. He cleared his throat, “Well, I spoke with him on the phone last night. He said that he was more than willing to stay until you and I both felt comfortable and safe enough for him to leave,” he waited for you to meet his eyes, ���Perhaps there is a conversation to be had there.”

You sighed, nodding, “Yea, maybe,”

“Y/N?”

You forced yourself to look at him, “Yea?”

“Is there a conversation to be had here?” he motioned back and forth between the two of you.

You shook your head, “No. Change is just…hard,” you couldn’t tell him everything, but you could give him something, “It’s been nice having someone who is inside all of it to talk to. Someone I haven’t had to lie to. You know,” you let out a hollow laugh, “all the shit you and José thought Miguel and I would benefit from.”

“I didn’t realize the two of you got along quite so well.”

You shrugged, trying to play it off, “Close quarters. Gotta make it work, right? Plus,” you chuckled, “I think it’s been a while since either Nestor or I had a friend.”

“Babysitter to friend is quite the promotion,” he commented, eyes intently searching your face.

“He earned it,” you smiled at your father, “He put up with a lot of shit from me at first. The fact that he didn’t quit in that first week speaks volumes,” you laughed and shook your head, “But I’m sure you know that already. You didn’t raise a daughter known for being easy to deal with.”

His smile was genuine, “And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Before you could get farther into the conversation and expose your feelings any further, you rose out of your seat to walk around his desk to hug him, “We’ll talk soon, Papí. I love you.”

He gave you a light squeeze, “I love you too.”

You walked out of his house and saw Nestor sitting on the front steps, scrolling on his phone. Your heart sank at the thought of not having him around all the time. You sat down next to him, resting your elbows on your knees.

“So,” you said with a forced laugh, “You’re almost home-free, huh?”

He looked over at you, the heaviness in his chest apparent in his eyes, “Something like that,” he sighed as he stood up.

He headed towards the car and you followed silently. There were a few minutes where neither of you said anything to each other as you buckled in and got ready to leave. The shift in his demeanor the night before suddenly made so much more sense, as did his neediness earlier in the day. You knew why he didn’t tell you, but you almost wished that you’d heard it from him instead of your father.

“Need to stop anywhere else?” he asked as he put the car in drive.

You shook your head, “No, home is fine.”

The lack of music from the radio felt more intense as the two of you made your way back to the house. You desperately wanted to say something, but you weren’t quite sure what. You looked over at Nestor, who kept his eyes on the road, expression painfully neutral. You wished that you could read his mind so you knew what to say.

When the two of you got home, the quiet continued. You wondered if Nestor was in the same boat as you, trying to figure out what to say and how to say it. You were on the opposite end of the couch from him, legs stretched out. Nestor’s hand rested idly on your shin as he looked for a show to watch.

You were scrolling on your phone as he typed away on his laptop. For as hard as you tried to focus on either your phone screen or the television, every few seconds it felt like your eyes and mind strayed back to Nestor.

“You good?” he didn’t look up from his computer, but he did reach and give your leg a reassuring squeeze.

You sighed, “I don’t know,” you waited for him to look at you, “Are we gonna talk about it?”

“About what?”

You rolled your eyes—you knew he wasn’t that stupid, “About us not—” you pressed your lips together as you tried to feign some sense of composure. Pretending that it had anything to do with professionalism was futile at this point but you still tried to fake it, “About you not working with me anymore.”

“What’s there to say?”

That stung, and you could feel a lump starting to form in your throat, “What’s gonna happen with this?” you gestured back and forth between the two of you.

He closed his laptop with a small sigh, “I didn’t think that there wouldn’t be a this anymore.”

Tears stung at your eyes but you couldn’t say that his response was super surprising, “Why not?”

“How would we make that work?”

You shrugged, “The same way everyone else does, I’m assuming.”

There was a small smile on his face, “Yea, but we aren’t like everyone else, Y/N.”

You sighed, “So what? We just go and pretend this never happened?”

“What’s the alternative?”

“Why is it so impossible to think that we could make this work?”

“I’m not going to be living with you when this is done. I’m going back to my job, working for a family that you don’t even like, and my schedule won’t be revolving around yours. Not to mention, you haven’t even told your father about this anyway. Is that really gonna change? This?” he gestured to the house, “What we’ve been doing? This isn’t real life.”

You scoffed, “No shit, Nes. You think I don’t know that? Your life doesn’t need to revolve around mine, I just want to be a part of it. If that’s not what you want, you can tell me. But fucking say it, don’t come up with bullshit excuses.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want.”

“That’s literally the only thing that matters right now.”

“It’s not that simple!”

You didn’t want to believe that Nestor would be able to walk away from you and what the two of you had together so easily, “You want me in your life or not? It’s a yes or no question. I know it won’t be easy, but I think that it would be worth the work.”

“Y/N—”

You held your hand up and cut him off, “You’re stuck with me for a few more days. Think about it. Think about whether you can really have a life where you let me in, where you let yourself be happy like you’ve been here,” you stood up and rested your hand on his shoulder as you walked by, “Because I think we both deserve at least that much.”

You made your way to your bedroom, shutting the door behind you. You laid down on the bed and you instantly felt tears beginning to sting at the edges of your eyes. You felt the lump growing in your throat as your bottom lip began to quiver. It was only a matter of seconds before you finally let yourself break down. You’d been holding it in since you were sitting in your father’s office, and your body couldn’t contain it anymore.

You heard the bedroom door creak open but you didn’t turn your body. You knew that looking at him was only going to make you more upset. The mattress dipped as he crawled into bed next to you. As much as you wanted to tell him to get out, when you felt his hand rest on your hip you found yourself instinctively moving closer to him.

The feeling of you trembling in his arms gave him the closest thing to heartbreak that he’d felt in a long time. He wrapped his arms tighter around you, pressing your back against his chest. He pressed a light kiss on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” his voice was barely audible.

You still didn’t turn to look at him, “I don’t want you to go, Nes.”

His lips were still pressed lightly against your shoulder as he spoke, “I know.”

[crimsonheart01]

My Favourite Things (Nestor Oceteva x Female!Reader)

A/N: The world always needs more Nestor in it. Those braids, those tacky purple flowered shirts, that stoicism, all of him. @thegirlwhowritesfics​ this one is for you! 

Prompt: 21. “Bath and Body Works was having a sale on their holiday scents so I bought twenty bottles of lotion.”

Word Count: 1.9K words

Playlist: My Favourite Things - The Supremes [Spotify] [YouTube]

Warnings: None. 

“When I’m feeling sad I simply remember my favourite things And then I don’t feel so bad” My Favourite Things – The Supremes

She scanned the driveway for the millionth time. Grateful that it was still empty. Only she and her car parked there. She inhaled deeply, running through her explanation to make sure she had it down pat. There wasn’t any room for error. She needed it to sound natural and aloof. If she slipped up even a little bit, he’d catch on to her lie. She couldn’t have that. She’d be taking this one to the grave.

Resolved and prepared, she looped the handles of all the bags onto her forearms and hopped out of the car. She hit the pavement and scurried toward the front door. Even though he wasn’t home right now, it didn’t mean he couldn’t be well onto his way back. She’d have to find the right hiding place for everything. She fought to come up with areas of the house he didn’t frequent often but kept coming up short. He was hands-on in everything, going out of his way to be as involved as he could, even on the late nights when she was dead asleep, and he was only just getting home from work.

As she unlocked the door, she was reminded of the few times she’d found him home during the day, only to find out that the boys dropped him off for a quick shower and change before they were scheduled to come back to pick him up. That particular thought startled her. She knew it was a longshot, but there was a possibility he might be home. It didn’t happen often, but it happened enough for her to notice the routine.

Pushing the door open, she stuck her head around the opening and inspected the front hall. No discarded shoes, no holster hung up, nothing. It was utterly devoid of him. She let out a long breath and slipped past the threshold, letting the door click shut behind her before she leaned back against it. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes. The racing of her heart still going strong, but the anticipation of being caught lessened.

After giving herself a chance to calm down a bit, she knew she needed to get down to business. There was no telling how long she had. She needed to hide her transgressions and all the evidence before he stepped through that door. Dropping the bags down, she ripped off her coat and shoes. She draped her jacket down on the side table before bending to grab the bags up and tore off into the main area.

She glanced around, several options coming to mind, but none of them seemed to work well for her plan. She figured she’d have to divide everything up and hide them in separate places all over. She let out a frustrated groan at herself. She should’ve thought this through a bit more before losing herself. However, a sale was a sale. There was no way she was turning down one of those.

Chewing on her bottom lip, she decided it was in her best interest to have a drink and then come up with a proper game plan. Trying to hide things in a panic would make her work sloppy, and she couldn’t have that. Setting the bags down on the counter, she went about getting herself a nice cold glass of wine.

She struggled with the cork for a short moment before managing to get it popped out nice and clean.

Pouring herself a generous glass, she stared at the bags in front of her. She laughed at herself. Hadn’t they just been discussing her obsession with scented candles and lotions? He was probably going to kill her when he found out.

“No,” She spoke out loud to herself, “Not when but if.”

She was going to do her damnedest to keep this her little secret. He never needed to know. They weren’t for him anyway. She huffed to herself, feeling confident in her abilities. She learned from the best, hadn’t she? He’d always been open to teaching her some minor tricks of the trade. A few for fun but most out of precaution for if anything happened to her or him. He wanted her to be prepared.

She leaned back against the counter, inhaling the sweet scent of her drink before taking a long drink. Her nerves settled nicely as she let herself relax and properly devise a plan to hide her purchases.

As she was about to start unpacking the bags to section everything off, she heard the distinct latch of the front door and then listened as his voice carried down the hallway. She squeaked and ran to the sink, dumping her glass into it and creating a commotion. She screwed up her face at all the noise and called back out to him in greeting. She spun around in a circle, panicking over where to hide the bags when she decided a quick solution was to shove them into the cupboard under the sink.

Grabbing the bags all up in her hands, she ripped the doors open and shoved them all in. A few bottles fell out onto the floor, and she cursed before picking them up and tossing them in efficiently and slamming the doors shut. She popped back up in time to walk around the other side of the counter. Leaning forward, she grabbed her glass again before trying her best to get comfortable in the bar stool while she waited for him.

~(MMC)~

“Querida, ya he vuelto.” He called out as he pushed the front door closed behind him.

He heard the clang of dishes in the sink and chuckled. He wondered if she broke something, but when she called back, he could hear the panic in her voice. He paused in taking his shoes off, standing completely still and reached for his weapon. He heard several more thuds and a slam of doors.

He tilted his head to the side, taking a moment to listen. He couldn’t hear anything out of the ordinary, aside from her rapid footsteps in the other room. He glanced around him, assessing his immediate area but found nothing out of place. Her shoes were placed on the mat, her purse was hanging on the hook, and her jacket was hung over the table—all standard instances of their daily routines.

He reached for the coat and hung it up like he did every day when he got home, but this time he kept his other hand trained on his firearm. He let it sit in the holster, at the ready.

“How was your day, mi amor?” He called out again, waiting to hear if there was more duress in her tone.

She answered him quickly, a subtle hint of the strain in her voice but nothing that would have him assume she was being held up by an enemy. With deliberate footsteps, making sure he was heard, he came around the corner and found her sitting in one of the bar stools. Her back was straight, and she was gripping the stem of a wine glass. He could see the white of her knuckles and knew that she was pressed. However, he didn’t know about what.

He scaled the room but again, found nothing to be suspicious about. Breathing in deeply, he let go of the Glock and stepped up to her.

“Hey baby,” He grinned as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

She leaned into his touch and smiled back, “Hey.”

He could feel the tension in her body but chalked it up to a stressful day. He didn’t often find her having a drink this early without cause. He reached for her glass, and she chuckled while he took a sip. He kissed her head again and then rounded the island into the kitchen to grab himself a beer from the fridge.

“You’re home early today,” She commented, “Or is this another stop to change and then go again?”

He shook his head with a grin, “No, I’m home for the day now.”

She hummed in response while he pulled his keys out of his pocket and used them to pop the cap off his bottle. He tossed the bottle cap into the sink and reclined into the counter behind him, gazing over at her. She was looking down into her glass as she took another sip. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, but there wasn’t anything to indicate that he was right in his suspicions.

With a sigh, he tilted the lip of the bottle to his mouth when something caught his eye. Without any pause, he zeroed in on the partially opened cupboard door across from him. He ran through the succession of noise that he walked in on a few moments ago. Flicking his gaze back to her, he could see the agitation emanating from her.

He raised an eyebrow at the scene before him. She wasn’t one to keep secrets, ever. He felt his curiosity peak. What could she be trying to hide from him and be failing so horribly at? He almost let out a chuckle but schooled it into a smirk instead.

He deliberately knocked his knee against the door, only to hear the sound of several things falling and watching as she cringed. She dropped her head between her hands and pulled her shoulders in. She was hiding from him. He  backed away and reached down to pull the door all the way open only to have a mountain of body lotion bottle tumble from within.

He blinked, trying to comprehend what he was looking at before letting out an incredulous laugh. He bent down and swiped up one bottle, examining the packaging.

She squeezed her eyes shut and scrunched up her nose, “Bath and Body Works was having a sale on their holiday scents, so I bought twenty bottles of lotion.”

“I can see that.” He murmured, still reading the blurb written on the side of the bottle. He arched an eyebrow in question, “Is Candy Cane a scent you needed to have?”

She let out a huffed laugh, “Hey! You can’t knock it until you’ve smelt it.”

She reached across the island, grabbed the bottle out of his hand, flicked the top open and poured a dollop onto the back of her hand. She massaged it in and then lifted her hand to him, inviting him to take a sniff. With a skeptical expression, he took her hand in his and raised it to his nose. He inhaled, closing his eyes as he did. He licked his lips before folding her fingers and kissing her knuckles.

“Edible.” He smirked at her, his eyes gazing up her arm.

She felt the flush of heat run up her neck at his tone. She opened her mouth to speak, but he held a finger up to his. She bit down on her lip to keep quiet while he lifted their joined hands up and he circled around the counter to stand in front of her. He flipped her arm over, exposing her wrist to him, and he nibbled on it lightly. She melted at the affection and ran a finger down the line of his jaw.

He peeked up at her and tugged her forward abruptly, circling both his arms around her hips.

“We’re going to have to talk about this obsession you have with that store,” He mumbled.

She shook her head and pulled him into a fiery kiss, “Another time, we have more important things to do right now.”

[underatedcharactersunite]

When Plans Go Astray

Summary; Being late for an anniversary date is never a good idea, but after a terrible day at work, Nestor has to change plans and quickly.  WordCount; 554 Pairing; Nestor Oceteva x Female Reader Warnings; Fluff, Mentions of Injury, Surprise ending.  A/N - My first time writing for Nestor, so feedback would be appreciated!

Day 2                                           ➽───────────────❥

Nestor was late. After spending all day in the kitchen, putting so much effort in tonight, you were seething. Despite understanding the importance and the dangers of his job, you couldn't help feeling that you should be able to have one night with him. Especially on your anniversary.

If only you knew why Nestor was so late. 

Parking up in the driveway, Nestor knew he was late. Four hours late, to be exact. When Nestor left your home in the early hours of the morning, Nestor desired one thing, to return home to you. He hadn't expected the day to transpire the way that it did. Every plan seemed to go astray. Nestor had managed to find himself in two fistfights and a shot out. He was unwilling to imagine his appearance as of now, the bruises, the cuts, he could feel them all as if they were fresh. 

Begrudgingly, he left the safety of his car, awaiting the inevitable argument, but Nestor could admit he deserved it. He made a promise to you, which he broke. Sighing, he dragged his feet up the several stairs before opening the door until your shared home.

"Mi Reina, where are you?" Nestor called out as he threw his jacket onto a nearby chair. The house was so silent Nestor could have heard a pin drop. Perhaps you had finally had enough. Should he be surprised that you've had enough with the inconsistencies that being with him brought?

In a last-ditch attempt to locate you, Nestor searched for you in the back garden. There you were, sitting in there in your favourite outfit, drinking your favourite bottle of wine. Nestor witnessed the amount of effort that you had placed into tonight, from the decoration of the table. The melodies of Nestor's favourite song playing softly in the background.

"Mi Reina, I'm so sorry."

"I asked for one night! One night and you couldn't even give that to me." Raising from your chair, you turned to face him, to unleash every emotion you had been feeling all night onto him, however, the second you noticed him, your mind turned from anger to concern. 

"Mi Rey, what happened to you? Are you alright? How badly are you hurt?" You were in front of him at an instant. Examing the visible skin for marks, cuts, bruises. Both of your hands reaching up to cup his face gingerly. 

"Mi Amor, my injuries are unimportant. Tonight was supposed to be about us, and I've ruined it. I'm sorry." While you had been upset that Nestor had been late, now you understood what kind of day it had been, realising that Nestor was only late when things were particularly bad. Resting up on your toes, you pressed a gentle kiss to Nestor's lips. 

"You have nothing to be sorry for, we've still got the entire evening, so what do you say I go run a bath."

Allowing you to walk past him, Nestor remained outside for a moment, as removed the square box from his pocket. Plans had changed. Would a proposal in the bath be as romantic as it would have been over dinner?

[lucky-papa]

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Beg Me - A Nestor Oceteva/Reader Smut Drabble.

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

Words - 385

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

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

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

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

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

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

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

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

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

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

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

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Prospect

Request from Anon:  Nestor doesn’t know you’re part of the mc he feels betrayed that you didn’t tell him, “I trusted you y/n, I don’t just let people in” (you used to be best friends with Em n the Reyes brother, you took with ez side over em) and you see her in public one day and you have you’re kutte on and she calls you over to chat and you say to her “this isn’t the life you wanted em” (first part to request cause it’s so long)

Nestor Oceteva x Reader 

Warnings: language, angst

Word Count: 2.3k 

Summary: Emily and Y/N were once best friends. Y/N was in love with Nestor. Y/N supported Ezekiel after Emily’s abortion and disappeared from her current life close to the cartel to now be the first female prospect for the Mayans MC. 

-There is a part two request that I am finishing up and will post early this week! This story was legit one of my favorites to write, thanks anon! 

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Stillness encumbered her fragile bones, her heart throbbed to a chaotic march forcingly reminding her mind of the goodness of the man now standing in her path of beautiful obliteration. Nestor stared blankly into her icy blue eyes; just like a vicious predator hunting his unfortunate prey. Her chin quivered slightly as Y/N bite her bottom lip restraining herself, any attempt at maintaining a shard of control still placed within her reach.

Tilting his head to the left, a questioning glare reflected off his features before he dared to interrupt the impending muteness trapping the young couple.  

“I trusted you Y/N. I don’t--I don’t just let people in.”

“Ness let me explain, please.

He sighed loudly unable to further detach the emotions he allowed to overwhelm his senses again, especially when it all came down to the girl before him. He adored his nickname when it fell off her lips, and only hers.

“Explain what? That you conveniently forgot to mention you just so happen to hang out with the fucking Mayans? I haven’t seen you in years, and then this Mayans shitstorm bounces the cartel’s way, but by accident we meet on opposing sides? Worst of all, you eagerly manipulated me into giving us another lousy chance, but I don’t fucking know this girl.”

“I think you’re getting confused. We agreed on fuck buddies, with your rules might I add. I am sorry that you persuaded yourself that things would be just like old times. Don’t get it twisted Ness. We aren’t dumb kids anymore.”

His eyes scanned her from head to toe trying to memorize every inch she willingly showed him. It was at that exact moment that Nestor realized he was fighting for the old Y/N and not the bold woman in front of him. Unexpectedly, Y/N shoved him with all her brute strength as she reveled in his minor fall.

“Woah, wait. Fucking rewind -- I don’t just hang out with them you dick, I AM one of them, well a prospect currently.”

Flabbergasted, Nestor was left speechless as he wordlessly watched her lips open and close, but he heard nothing other than a piercing ring reverberating through his ear canals.

“You’re one of them…?”

She could only nod in agreement.

“So, when did they start letting bitches in the boardroom?”

Y/N’s chest suddenly weighed down upon her with heavy force. She knew she had to come clean. Better late than never, right? But, in her defense, they had agreed to keep their lives completely separate, careful to never intermix this time around.

“I’d watch my tone if I were you, Nestor.  I was the first female member to prospect, brought to the table, and voted. Fair and square. Don’t you dare demean me and my choices. It certainly wasn’t easy to prove my power, but I fucking did. What the hell have you done, take orders like the lap dog Miguel groomed you to be?”  

Her murderous smirk shone brightly upon her lips, a dark chuckle slipping through the cracks before returning her attention back to the belittling asshole she mistakenly loved..loves. This was supposed to be their second shot at happiness, but as always, it ended in calamitous flames dooming them to disastrous heartache. The usual tale of ill-fated star-crossed lovers.

“Does Em know about this?”

“You know I haven’t spoken with Emily since her and Ez’s fight behind bars. She only knows what you tell her, Nestor. Playing the fool doesn’t suit you.”

This caught him off guard causing goosebumps to prickle every surface of his skin. This wasn’t the guarded serene girl he had met so long ago but replaced with a resiliently fierce woman. Nestor wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was enthralled with Y/N, in awe of her ability to adapt to any curveball thrown her direction.

“You should call her. She misses you, believe it or not.”

The conversation strayed towards a lighter note as the room began to clear away any remaining ammunition between the conflicted lovers, both waving their white flags of peace; if only for an instance.

“I can’t, things aren’t not that simple nowadays… She asked me to choose and I did. It just wasn’t the answer she prepared herself for. And for that, I am truly apologetic, but I refuse to turn my back on the boy I’ve known since 3rd grade. It is what it is; an ended friendship.”

Some relationships mimicked broken glass, its unending fragileness, but at times it was better to leave them in shattered pieces than try and hurt yourself putting them back together again. Sadly, the risk isn’t worthy of its cause.

“I’ll pass along the kind words. Now enlighten me, did you ever seriously love me or was it all part of your warped game?”

Y/N’s checks blushed royally, anger taking hold of her persistent consciousness.

“Which time are you referring to? When we were 20 or now?” Only spiteful thoughts flooded her mind proving to be easier than sheer honesty. She thrived off knowing she could still upset Nestor down to his spiny core.

If she had done anything right in this complicated mess of a life, it was loving Nestor Oceteva, but all good things must come to an end, right?

“Well, there’s your answer. Your doubt is enough to prove just how much you didn’t trust me, and you’ve had these reservations for some time. I can only imagine how easy it was for you to paint me as the bad guy these last few years. Its your turn to be honest. Does it unnerve you to look at the man reflected back at you every day? Because if we’re sticking to being truthful, I admit I did see the advantage of seducing you, but I chose to let you in. Well, the first time around. And that obviously ended swimmingly.”

Stepping dangerously close to Y/N, their breaths intently intermingling; “You’re not the only person in a position of authority, Y/N. Miguel Galindo, our dear Emily’s husband wouldn’t even blink if you were to disappear. I’m very good at my job.”

Y/N refused to show fear especially to a man she fell for so purely, but that wasn’t her current reality, and he made sure of that.

“I loved you and I lost you. Cold case closed. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got bigger fish to fry. Hasta luego, viejo amigo.”

*10 days later*

Emily heard the deafening noise of several motorcycle engines rapidly approaching before she braved a glance over her shoulder. She had just finished at the grocery store, marking one trivial chore off her never-ending to-do list all while trying to figure out how to work Cristobal’s newly installed car seat.

Fucking Mayans, it had to be.

She didn’t have time for this shit, not with the looming tension suffocating her husband. Besides, she left the Reyes brothers a long time ago, and didn’t want to risk a chance encounter even if they did live in the same godforsaken town. Ezekiel Reyes was her first love, but Miguel was a man of continuous passion.

Occasionally, she would find herself pondering what would have happened if she had kept the baby or chose the man she promised to love, but life had a different idea for the both of them.

The usual crew pulled their bikes into the adjacent parking lot heading towards the clothing factory. Gilly, Coco, Angel, and Ez came into view as they distractedly chatted, patiently awaiting as the last bike strolled closer.

Emily didn’t need the stranger to turn around before knowing exactly who was underneath that particular helmet on this particularly humid day.

Her laugh instantly gave her away, a laugh she hadn’t heard in what felt like forever. Y/N, someone she considered a sister before she enthusiastically leapt to the metaphorical dark side. Y/N made her decision; to betray Nestor and abandon Emily. She was fortunate Miguel was there to pick up the damaged edges’ Y/N left in her destruction.

After the longest pause in recent history, Emily decided against her better judgement to brave a simple hello to an old friend… acquaintance?

She yelled loud; “Y/N, HI., waving her hand discreetly wondering how the next few moments would transpire. Her nerves slowly trickled into her belly as her chest spasmed disobediently.

Y/N’s elbow was perched atop Ezekiel’s shoulder as he sat on the cool leather seat of his latest ride, her ears perking in response to the shrill noise coming from across the street. She squinted, the sun blockading her vision temporarily before meeting Emily Galindo’s incessant stare.

She locked eyes with Ez giving her the nod of approval before gracefully smiling back, squeezing his shoulder and taking the few steps away from her friends. As both females approached the other, neither were certain who would speak up first.

Y/N popped the bubble of surrounding awkwardness; “Emily, long time no see, stranger.”

Emily hated nicety but went with the flow keeping her existing irritation at bay.

“Y/N, I didn’t realize non-members could wear their boyfriend’s kutte?”

There was certainly a distinct, underlying competition to their complex friendship, and Emily was the kind of fighter that went straight for the jugular vein when her defense mechanism reacted.

Quietly chuckling; “Nope, but you’re allowed to wear it when you’re the newest prospect. Well, of course alongside Ezekiel. You remember him, hmm?”

“How could I forget. I was pregnant with his child at one point.”

“Look, drop the petty act and just tell me why you called me over here?”

Emily was silently stunned, unsure of what drew her to reach out, but she couldn’t let Y/N know that.

“I heard you caught up with Nestor or should I say broke up with him...again.”

“Not all of us can be the murderous power couple you and Miguel seem to be. I know how you get when faced with a rivalry.”

“You knew a façade, a previous version of me. You haven’t had the pleasure of seeing Emily Galindo at work, but you will, soon.”

Y/N gaze met the cold gray concrete they were both standing on, shaking her head; “This isn’t the life you wanted, Em, yet here we are.”

For a brief pause in time, Emily’s eyes teared up before wishing her tears away. This wasn’t the time or place to show weakness especially to the enemy.

“I wished for an exhilarating and purposeful life. I just happened to get a lot more than I bargained for. You don’t know Miguel like I do so don’t you fucking judge him.”

“Easy Emily. You don’t have to defend yourself to me. I could care less now.”

“For the record Em, I never wanted to pick sides. Sometimes I can’t even close my eyes without seeing the hurt expressions etched onto your face from that fateful night…and how heartbroken Nestor was. But you gave me an unimaginable ultimatum and I tried my damnedest to figure out the right path.”

“I know that now. I don’t know what it is about you that brings out the bitch in me today.”

“You’ve got that whole mama bear protective look now. It’s refreshing.”

“You should really think about calling Nestor. He isn’t doing too hot at the moment.”

“Part of me wants to but now I have the MC to take care of as well. I love him, I do. I just don’t think its our time right now.”

“At this rate, will it ever be yall’s time? I mean the boy has been drooling over you since you basically met, and you run away at the sign of anything remotely serious with him. Why?”

“He makes me feel too vulnerable. Conveniently, Nestor is also in love with a girl who no longer resides in this body or mind.”

“Just like he isn’t the same man you left standing there on the balcony all those years ago. It’s a double-edged sword, Y/N. You need to reconnect, get on the same page, and see if this is actually endgame worthy. Because if you ask me, I always knew he was going to be your person, even when you kept adamantly denying it.”

Distantly, Y/N heard Angel yelling for her signaling to hurry the hell up. She smirked back choosing to further test his lack of patience.

“Same things never change though. That’s my que, it was good to actually talk Em.”

“Agreed. Maybe next time we don’t wait so long, huh?”

“I’ll see you when I see you Emily Galindo.”

“Goodbye old friend.”

Emily turned to double check Cristobal’s seatbelt before opening the driver’s side of her car and launching herself onto its expensive leather. Briskly, the engine started, and she merely drove off. Y/N was left standing alone in a parking spot debating if the conversation that just occurred had been an uncontrollable dream she created out of thin air.

Y/N glanced at her watch questioning how she had let 15 minutes slip by before she heard the familiar voice of man clearing his throat. Someone new stood in front of her, his infamous braids in tow and tinted sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.

“So, I see you finally caught up with Em. Good for you.”

“Have you been hiding nearby this entire time or did you discover psychic abilities to eavesdrop while I was away?”

Y/N hand hugged her hip bone as she swayed her weight between her two feet, unable to stand still any longer.

“So, I guess we have some talking of our own to do. Whaddya say?”

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Hasta luego, viejo amigo: Goodbye old friend 

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have you close [ nestor oceteva ]

SUMMARY ─ when someone threatens the one he’s kept safe, he’ll go to whatever lengths to have you near him

WARNINGS ─ female!reader, angst [ brief mention of a car accident + acts of violence -- threats ] + mature language

your relationship with nestor had been one of mystery. there hadn't been anyone quite like him, in more ways than one.

you had met while out to dinner. you found yourself waiting thirty minutes past your arranged time for your date to show up. mentally scolding yourself for giving the man a second chance to make things right after he had stood you up the first time. if it hadn't been so long since you had been on a date, this might have worked out, but it just wasn't meant to be.

this time, you were done. you quickly called the waiter, paying for the bottle of wine before heading for the front door. you were headed home, knowing you would be the only one enjoying the beautiful dress you had donned for the night.

when you had stepped out, you ran into him. profusely apologizing for bumping into the man, before fishing out your phone to call a cab. you stood there, slightly shivering from the night breeze as you got a cab on the way to your location.

it was then that you tried to make some small talk. asking if he was waiting for his date to show up, only for him to laugh. stating he was there to make sure his friends got home safe for the evening.

he in turned asked you, not prepared to watch you fall into a slightly drunk rant about how your second "first" date had once again ended in flames all because you couldn't pick a good one. but he listened intently, nodding and doing his best to offer support where he could.

the rant had ended with the sound of a horn, signaling that your cab had arrived. leaving you slightly upset that you could no longer talk to the attractive man waiting for his friends. he seemingly sensed something was wrong as you fussed with the seatbelt and he helped you get settled into the back of the cab, before casually slipping a piece of paper into your jacket pocket for you to find in the morning.

you would find the paper when you went to do laundry a week later, cursing yourself for not rotting through your pockets and ending with you texting him with a slight apology.

it was a couple weeks later when you would finally go on a date with him, after spending time trying to find a night where he was free. that night ended far better than you had ever imagined and from then on, it was seemingly meant to be.

a year later, one nestor had gotten you comfortable with his line of work, got you a cozy studio where he knew you'd be safe. it was outside the city of santo padre, closer to your place of work and far out from the reach of anyone who might try to worm their way into the galindo cartel.

you had finished your work for the evening, opting to open a bottle of wine and cozy into the couch after a long day. you had hoped for some sort of "surprise" visit nestor liked to organize at random, but he always made sure you were home before he made the trek to your living space.

just as you had settled into the couch, the phone sounded throughout the small studio, and you quickly rushed to catch the device before it sent whoever was calling to voicemail. you caught the number flash across the screen before you snatched the phone and brought it to your ear. "hola, cariño." his voice was harsh over the receiver, sending a chill down your spine. however, before you could utter out your own greeting and ask what was wrong, he was quick to give you a set of instructions. "i need you to pack what you can in your overnight bag. anything you think you can fit, take it. a car will be there to pick you up at eight o'clock sharp. don't open the door for anyone else but me. you got that cariño?"

you found yourself nodding, only realizing that he couldn’t take that as a confirmation. you let your answer, hearing it almost sounded distant as you then tried to think of things to pack. what were you going to need? and for how long

he hadn't meant to call you this late in the night. however, he knew that he couldn't make any plans to have you moved without prior permission from miguel. this was to be a strategic move, one that couldn't afford ant slip ups and heaven forbid, someone else finding out about his momentary weak spot. afterall, it was already bad enough that not only had someone threatened miguel and his family, but they threatened to go over everyone the galindo cartel cared about. nestor briefly heard your response, before he heard you start to move about your studio, most likely trying to find your bag and to get an idea about what you were going to pack.

“cariño?” he called into the receiver in hopes of getting your attention. he heard you sputter, letting out a shaky breath before you answered. “i’ll see you in the morning, okay? don’t stress over it and i’ll explain in the morning.” “i love you.”

while the phone call had been brief, you were still reeling after the exchange. rushing to pack and make sure you had everything together before the morning. you had all but passed out on the couch, your bag packed and waiting by the door.

nestor, true to his word, arrived at eight on the dot. making the quickest of a knocks to signify his arrival. he wanted to give you any privacy needed, not wanting to barge in unannounced and just make himself at home. you quietly opened the door a minute later, letting him in before letting the door shut closed.

not much was said, nestor taking this time to pull you into his arms. whispering an apology against your forehead before pressing a brief kiss to the skin. he grabbed you waiting bag, ushering you out the door and to the suv. he got you settled in the car, before taking your bag around to the back.

he entered the suv a short while later, shooting you a small smile before pulling away from the building. it was in this time he reached over to grab your hand. he caught your tension melting as your hand tightened around his, your thumb running against his own. “i’m going to be honest with you. i’m moving you to keep you safe. your safety, the one i’ve worked hard to make sure you have, was threatened last night.” he wasn’t going to explain exactly how it was threatened, you didn’t need to know the details about the accident. knowing it would only worry you more. “was that before or after what happened to your face?” nestor paused, not realizing you had taken notice of the new cuts at the side of his face.

“after, cariño.” he gently squeezed your hand, bringing it to his lips. his smiled against the skin, hearing a slight hitch in your breath. “so, what are we doing now?” you looked to the man next to you, already knowing he had everything thought out to the smallest detail. while you didn’t need to know the whole story, you at least wanted to be in the loop. “for now, you’ll be staying with me at miguel’s. at least until we figure out what we’re dealing with. any longer than what you have in your bag and i’ll come back to get more for you.”

there was a short pause, one nestor slightly feared wouldn’t end well if you had decided that wasn’t something you wanted to do. “i trust you.” those words surprised him though, he wasn’t expecting that to come from you, especially after he worried you half to death with a less than two mintue phone call, “but you aren’t pushing me away later because you changed your mind. i won’t do that.”

nestor’s laugh sounded throughout the cabin, “anything for you, cariño.”

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Nestor Oceteva x Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), language, Nestor being the softest boi

Word Count: 3k

A/N: *chanting* smut smut smut smut! Lol I wasn’t originally planning to do 2 smutty chapters back to back but here we are! What an adventure. Also getting a light dose of angst in this one because...you know...we can’t have nice things for too long.

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You woke up the next morning to the feeling of Nestor crawling back into bed beside you. You opened your eyes slightly, trying to ignore the throbbing feeling in your head. You went to roll over and go back to sleep but he gently grasped your shoulder.

“Before I lose you again,” his voice was soft as he tried to fight back his laughter, “take two of these.”

You felt him press the medicine into the palm of your hand. You groaned but still sat upright, forcing your eyes the rest of the way open as he handed you a water bottle. You looked at him, and when your eyes focused a smile spread across your face.

“Your hair,” you took the pills before reaching over to toy with the ends of his curls.

He chuckled, “It’ll still be there when you wake up again. It’s still early—go back to sleep.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You sunk back down onto the mattress and pulled the blanket up to just below your chin. Your brain and body were still screaming for rest, so it didn’t take very long for you to fall back to sleep. The last thing you heard was the soft clicking of Nestor’s laptop keyboard as he typed away next to you.

You didn’t know how long you had fallen back to sleep for, but the next thing that you woke up to was the feeling of Nestor’s lips on your neck, and his hands sliding up and down your thighs. You smiled, eyes still closed as you reached back and lightly traced your fingers along his jawline.

“Good morning,” he mumbled against your shoulder.

You chuckled, turning so that you were facing him, “Good morning.”

“How’s your head?”

You nodded slightly, “Better. Thank you for that, by the way.”

“Of course,” he chuckled, “I’m here to protect you from bullets, kidnappings, and hangovers.”

“Ah, yes, all equally concerning threats.”

He leaned in and caught your lips in a soft kiss. You smiled and leaned into it, feeling his hands drift to your hips and pull you flush against him. Your hands rested on the back of his neck as his lips continued to move in sync with yours. You moaned quietly as his hands gripped your thighs. He shifted so that you were on your back and he was hovering over you, pressing his lips hard against yours. He bit down lightly on your bottom lip as his fingers drifted and started to slide your underwear down your legs. He pulled his lips off of yours, and a light laugh escaped you as he pushed his shirt that you were wearing up and off of your shoulders.

He left a trail of bites and kisses down your neck, chest, and stomach. Your breathing hitched for a moment as he started to kiss down and along the insides of your thighs. As if by instinct, your hands found themselves tangled up in his curls as his mouth slowly crept closer and closer between your legs. You whimpered, feeling the sensation of his breathing. You pushed him closer to you and he kissed you gently, causing you to let out a shaky breath that quickly turned into a moan as he ran his tongue along your folds. You draped your legs over his shoulders, arching your back into the sensation of his lips and tongue against you.

“Fuck, Nestor,” you knew how needy you sounded but you didn’t care.

He hummed in approval as he continued. His mouth felt like heaven against you, like his tongue knew exactly how you wanted to be touched. He drifted up slightly, licking softly at your clit. You moaned, gripping onto him harder. He gently traced his fingers along your folds, letting them get wet before sliding into you. You trembled around him, unable to form any coherent words.

“Nes,” you finally managed, overstimulated by what his tongue and fingers were doing to you, “fuck, baby I’m gonna cum.”

He pulled his fingers out of you before you could find your release, lightly running his tongue up and down your center one more time before he made his way back up, kissing your neck and jaw. You whined, hands resting on the back of his neck.

“Not so fun when it’s you, is it?” he whispered in your ear, clearly trying to fight back his laughter.

You nestled into the crook of his neck, “Please, Nestor.”

He laughed, hands gently rubbing up and down your body, “I don’t think so,” he placed a soft kiss right underneath your ear before pulling away from you, “I gotta go get started on breakfast.”

“Fuck,” you laughed, running your hands over your face as you watched him get off the bed. You definitely deserved it, but that didn’t mean you were happy about it.

You pulled his shirt back on and sat on the bed for a few minutes, trying to collect yourself. You heard the controlled chaos of him moving pots and pans around in the kitchen as he started cooking. You figured you would at least let him get that done with minimal distractions.

When you finally made your way out into the kitchen, Nestor was setting all of the dishes he’d used to cook into the sink. His hair was in a loose, lazy ponytail. You walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you pressed your face against his back.

He chuckled, “Didn’t know if you were going to go on a hunger strike or not.”

You laughed, pressing a kiss against his back, “Nothing quite so drastic,” your hands slowly slid down, slipping beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. You giggled, “You should know better than to not be wearing boxers in this house, Nestor,” your voice was soft as you took him in your hand, stroking lightly.

He let out a shaky breath, head tilting back. You felt him instantly start to get hard in your grasp and you knew that you were going to get what you wanted by the end of this. He moved your hands so that he could turn around and face you, instantly leaning down and kissing you hard on the lips.

You went to slip your hands back into his pants again, but before you could he scooped you up off the floor. He chuckled as his hands rested on the bare skin of your ass, noting that you hadn’t bothered putting your own underwear on. He set you on the kitchen counter and immediately reattached his lips to yours. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him up against the edge of the counter while he reached and pushed his sweats down.

He slid into you with a soft moan, burying his face into your neck. You rested your hands between his shoulder blades, nails digging into the cloth of his shirt as he began to thrust into you. You couldn’t help yourself as you bit down onto his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a dark bruise there. He didn’t try to stop you, simply tightening his grip on your hips as he increased his speed and intensity.

“I’m so close,” you moaned.

He brought one hand up and roughly cupped your face as he kissed you, biting down on your lip. He felt you tighten around him as he fucked you through your orgasm. You pulled your lips off of his to try and catch your breath, but it was no use. You could hardly focus on anything, let alone your breathing, as Nestor continued to thrust into you, hands roaming all over your body.

“Y/N,” you could tell from the shake in his voice that he was close.

You ran your fingers lightly through his hand as your hands found their way to the back of his neck, “Cum for me, Nes,” your voice was hardly a whisper as you pressed your lips against his ear, “Please.”

He finished with a moan, instantly resting his forehead against your shoulder as he leaned against the counter. You smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple as you felt him leaning into you. his hands came to rest on your thigh as you started to play with loose strands of curls that had escaped his ponytail.

“Are we even now?” you asked quietly with a laugh.

You could feel him smile against your shoulder, “I’d say so.”

Once the two of you got resituated and cleaned up, you had breakfast. Your morning set the tone for the rest of the day, though. Any plans that you might’ve had to get anything done went out the window. The rest of the day was spent curled up together on the couch, binging on shows broken up intermittently by him pulling you into kisses that never seemed to last long enough for him.

He was sitting upright on the couch with you facing him, straddling him. His eyes were closed but he was still smiling as he let you fuss with his hair. You could tell that it had been a very long time since he had someone mindlessly doting on him like that, if he had ever had that with someone at all. The expression on his face was one of pure bliss and peace as your fingers expertly carded through his curls.

It hit you that it was going to be rough when this wasn’t your life anymore. Your heart sank at the thought of it, but before you could get too wrapped up in your sadness, he leaned forward so that his forehead rested against yours. You laughed, letting your hands come to rest on his shoulders.

“You good?” you asked with a quiet laugh.

He nodded, smiling, “Yea. You?”

You kissed him lightly on the lips, “Yea, just thinking that I should add likes having hair played with to my Nestor Notes.”

The moment was interrupted by the sound of Nestor’s phone on the coffee table. You groaned, flopping off to the side dramatically so he could answer it. He laughed and shook his head at your antics as he leaned forward to pick it up and see who was calling. Confusion flashed across his face for a moment before hitting accept on the call.

“Hey, Mikey, what’s going on?”

You sat up, clearly intrigued. You leaned closer to try and hear what Miguel was saying on the other end of the line and Nestor shook his head at you, trying not to smile at your nosiness but he couldn’t help himself.

“What do you mean where am I? I’m in the same place I’ve been for the last—” he paused, letting Miguel speak, “What kind of problem do you have that Marcus can’t handle?” you could see the tension and bitterness in his body language as he said that. He sighed, “That’s not really something I’m cut out to help you with right now, Mikey,” he paused, “No, she hasn’t said anything to me. Last night was the only time I’ve talked to her since I got reassigned,” he sighed, “Alright. Yea. If I hear anything, I’ll let you know. Bye.”

He hung up and tossed his phone back onto the coffee table. You raised your eyebrows, “Problems in paradise?”

He chuckled, “Something like that.”

“I can just block his number for you if you want,” you laughed.

He pulled you back over onto his lap, “Not necessary.”

“Business shit or personal?” you asked.

“Personal.”

You nodded, “Emily?”

“Yea,” he shook his head, “Guess it’s been rocky lately—she’s been talking to her ex who’s back in town.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, “Oh? Interesting,” you chuckled, “I mean, I get it. Miguel isn’t always the easiest person to talk to. Maybe she just needs someone who is more of a conversationalist. Maybe it’s nothing.”

He laughed, “You wanna call him back and tell him that?”

“Would you let me?”

He shook his head, “No,” he pulled you in for a kiss before turning so you were lying on your back on the couch and he was on top of you. You laughed as he rested his head against your chest, letting your hands gently run up and down his back. This was the most affectionate he’d been with you outside of your nightly cuddle sessions and you were trying to soak up every moment of it while you could.

“Nestor?” you spoke up after a few minutes of silence had passed between the two of you.

He didn’t lift his head, “Mhm?”

There were a million things that you wanted to say, and a thousand questions you wanted to ask him. But you couldn’t risk messing it all up. Whatever you had with him worked and you didn’t want to lose it while you still were able to have it. You gently rubbed circles into his temple, “You make a really good blanket.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around behind you and snuggling further into you, “I’m glad I can be of service.”

At some point you must’ve drifted off to sleep. When you woke up you were by yourself on the couch, blanket draped over you. You opened your eyes, smiling to yourself when you saw Nestor sitting off in the recliner by himself, laptop open and headphones in. His expression was one of pure focus. The intensity in his face along with the chaos that his curls were creating as they flowed down past his shoulders made for quite the sight.

“All good over there?” you asked, voice still glossed over with sleep.

He nodded, not looking up from his screen, “All good.”

You sat upright and stretched, a small moan slipping out past your lips as you did. Nestor cracked a smile at the sound but his eyes still stayed fixed to his computer screen. You wondered what had him so focused, wondering if it had anything to do with the call he had gotten from Miguel earlier.

“Doing some snooping for Mikey,” you asked with a laugh as you got up and walked over.

He finally looked up at you, “Not just snooping.”

“You ever dig up stuff about me?” you asked, genuinely curious, “You know, before you got to know me?”

He shook his head, “Not really. Didn’t think that I was going to have to. Plus,” he set his laptop off to the side and pulled you onto his lap, “Now you just tell me everything.”

You laughed, twirling the ends of his hair between your fingers, “You think I tell you everything?”

He arched his eyebrow, “Don’t you?”

You shrugged, a mischievous smile on your face, “Well it’d be no fun if I answered that, now would it?” He wrapped you into a headlock and you laughed as he kept your body pressed against his. Once your laughter died down and he let you go, you took a deep breath, still leaning against him, “Nes, can I ask you something?”

He looked down at you, smiling, “Told you before—you can ask. Can’t promise I’ll answer.”

You chuckled, “Right. I just…have you ever had a girlfriend?”

He laughed, “Ever? Yea.”

You rolled your eyes, “Alright, smartass. Recently?”

He paused, searching your face for answers before he gave his, “Why?”

You shrugged, suddenly unable to meet his eyes, “Just wondering. I feel like you’d…y’know…you’d make a good boyfriend for someone.”

He laughed, “Oh, is that what you think?”

You smiled at him, “What? It’s true.”

“This is not what life as my girlfriend would be like, you know that, right?”

“Why not?”

He shook his head, looking up at the ceiling for a moment, “Because I wouldn’t be assigned to be by my girlfriend every second of the day. I’d have to do my job, which means that I’m looking after someone else all the time. I don’t remember the last time I got to wear sweatpants at home for more than a few hours at a time.”

Your heart sank a little, “Galindo really run you that ragged?”

He shrugged, “I don’t look at it that way. It’s just how things are. That’s my life.”

“And that works for you?”

“It has so far.” You wanted to push the topic further but you weren’t up for breaking your own heart anymore. He saw the shift in expression on your face, “C’mon, you know how all this works. We don’t get to have normal lives, normal relationships.”

“Says who?”

“Says everything. No one in our world gets to have that. I mean, fuck, look at Mikey and Emily.”

You laughed, “Okay but let’s not pretend that they would have a normal and functional relationship even if Miguel doesn’t do what he does. He’s a real piece of work and I’d imagine that she can be too.”

He chuckled, “Maybe that’s true.”

You rolled your eyes, “Come on, you basically live with them. You trying to tell me that all of their problems are because of the business?”

“You’ve been dying to talk shit about him, haven’t you?”

You chuckled, “Maybe.”

“I don’t think that would be very professional of me,” he was trying to sound serious but you could see a smirk tugging at his lips.

You rolled your eyes, biting back a laugh, “Has the rest of what we’ve done today fallen under your definition of professional?”

“Shh,” he cupped his hand over your mouth, “Don’t poke holes in my argument.”

You shook your head as you pulled his hand away. You got up off his lap, “Well, since I’m not gonna get any good gossip from you, I guess I’ll start dinner,” you laughed as you dramatically turned away from him and made your way to the kitchen.

As you were getting everything ready to start cooking, you glanced back over at Nestor. He had already dived back into whatever it was that he was doing on his laptop when you walked over before. You smiled, trying to ignore the slight weight that was settling in your chest. Whatever time you two had left, you knew that it wasn’t going to be enough.

“Hey, Y/N?” he didn’t look up from his screen.

“Yea?”

“Next trip to the store we should get more ice cream.”

You chuckled, nodding despite the fact that he wasn’t looking at you, “We can do that,” it was hard to take your eyes off of him.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Come Undone - A Nestor Oceteva/Reader Short.

Just a lil’ bit of fluffiness for Nes! 

Words - 583

Warnings - None! 

“Are you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re cute, you know that?”

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

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

You like.  

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

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

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

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

“Nah, it gets in the way.”

“Of what?”

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

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

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snowed in [ nestor oceteva ]

SUMMARY ─ when nestor escorts you to a meeting on behalf of the galindo cartel, he wasn’t expecting to get snowed in on the last day of your stay

WARNINGS ─ female!reader + general fluff

when the head of the galindo cartel asks for you to head a meeting with some prospective buyers, you say yes and ask how soon you leave. while it had been a spur of the moment meeting, you were more than happy to travel on behalf of miguel and his wife, emily. you had seen it as an honor to go in their steed, knowing they were still trying to wrap up things here in santo padre.

so you packed your things and waited for the car to come around, fully expecting to see one of the lientuants in the suv waiting for you. however, you found nestor, smiling gently in your direction as he got out of the vehicle. he greeted you briefly before pulling your bag from your hand and taking it around to the trunk.

he found you buckled into the passenger seat when he got back around to the front of the car. he chuckled to himself as he got in and drove toward the private airport. he got you settled, before doing his pre-flight routine and making sure he went over every security detail for the three-day trip he had with you.

if he was being honest, you rarely got into trouble, which made his job a lot easier. so, this short trip would be the simplest and most straight forward escort he's ever been on.

when the plane landed a few hours later, you were surprised to find the temperature had dropped dramatically, causing you to tug your thin sweater closer to your body as you rushed toward the waiting car.

inside it was warm, and you practically melted into the seats. nestor entered not long after, settling into the seat next to you as the driver took off. he quickly took note of your shivering, offering a sad smile, "i should have told you about the temps. i'll make sure a jacket is delivered in the morning for you." he took out his phone, shooting someone a quick text before setting it in the door and leaning forward to take his own jacket off. it was just a blazer, but a hell of alot warmer than the thin sweater you had on.

"here." he held the jacket out to you, prompting for you to take it and put it on. you reluctantly took the jacket from him and slipped it on, almost moaning at how warm he was.

the car pulled around to the hotel you would be staying at, while also conducting the meeting for the next three days. you were excited and beamed over at nestor as the car came to a stop. you exited, the wind hitting you, causing you to shiver. an arm came around, you realizing it a little later that it was nestor guiding you into the warm lobby and toward the elevator. you looked at him in confusion as the doors closed and he laughed. "this is your first trip out, isn't it?" he smiled when you nodded, tugging on the jacket around you. "when we landed, i called ahead to check in. the man that opened your door, gave me the keys to the room. a simple security measure so we aren't sitting ducks in the lobby."

he guided you to the room, and let you go in first. allowing you to relish in the warmth and glamour of the room. you had abandoned your heels, before running to jump into the large bed. nestor smiled at your antics. you giggled, sitting up and looking at him before glancing around the room, "where are you going to sleep?" you asked not seeing another bed in the room. "i'll be on the couch. don't worry about it." he walked out of the room, bringing your bag in and resting it at the foot of the bed before leaving once more.

you got up, getting changed into your nightwear, letting nestor know you were heading to bed. he nodded, and stood, making sure to do his rounds as you got yourself settled into bed.

which you seemingly feel asleep quick as the next morning, you awoke to nestor gently shaking you awake. he uttered a gentle good morning before asking you to get up and get dressed. making a mention of breakfast arriving soon. you got ready, dressed in the attire you had packed for the trip before joining nestor in the breakfast area.

he smiled as you joined him, his hand gesturing to a seat as he sipped his coffee. you quietly ate your breakfast and sipped at your drink until it was time to meet up with the clients. nestor accompanied you down to the meeting room and then back to your room.

it happened like clock work the rest of the days, until something threw the whole schedule off. just you were waking up, walking into the breakfast area to get some food, nestor looked fidgety and slightly irritated. “what’s wrong?” you asked, digging into your food. he sighed, typing away on his phone, “airport shut down. looks like the weather took a turn for the worst.”

at his words, you jumped up from your seat and headed for the window. pulling back the curtains, you found snow. and lots of it. you smiled brightly, watching it all come down and gather at the ground.

nestor had stepped in behind you, catching your giddy smile in the reflection of the window. he was happy someone was enjoying the weather, even if it had put a halt to any travel plans for the day.

you turned to nestor, running back into your bedroom and jumping into bed. you patted the bedding next to you, a silent offer for him to join you as you flipped through the tv channels to find something to watch. he did join you, just you picked your movie. he sat at the edge, smiling as you settled under the covers and beamed at the screen.

“it’s would be more comfortable if you moved away from the edge of the bed.” he looked at you, finding you not even turned his direction. and with a sigh, he moved further into bed.

it was hours later that nestor woke up, not realizing he had fallen asleep. your movie had long since changed over to something else. he had shifted to get up, when he heard you groan. looking down, he found you cuddled into his side, one of your hands in a vice grip around his button-down. he chuckled to himself, moving to settle back where he previously was.

he could tease you about it later, but for right now, he just wanted to enjoy this moment, just as much as you were.

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button downs [ nestor oceteva ]

SUMMARY ─ nestor comes back looking for his phone, only to find you dressed in one of his button downs

WARNINGS ─ female!reader, smut [ vaginal fingering, cum eating + unprotected p in v ] + mature language

AUTHORS NOTE ─ happy birthday to @thegirlwhowritesfics​ you deserve the world sweetheart!

you shivered, bringing your arms to your chest as you padded into the kitchen. you usually weren’t up this early, but hearing your lover leave left you without your source of warmth.

the purple button down you had on was doing little to block the coolness of the morning. but you toughed it out as you poured yourself some coffee. you sat back against the counter, mentally going over your day, the tasks you had to complete. just as you set your coffee down to find a book, the front door opened.

looking up, you found your lover. dressed up and frantically looking around the living room. “forget something?” you giggled from the kitchen, watching nestor spin around in surprise. “mi sol, you scared me. have you seen my phone?” he asked, pulling a pillow up from the couch.

“nightstand.” you answered, watching in amusement as realization wash over his face as he walked into the bedroom. exiting seconds later with his phone. “what would i do without you?” he gushed, walking over to you in the kitchen. kissing your forehead as he pulled you into his arms. you leaned back with a smile.

“probably not have your phone or someone to braid your hair.” a chuckle escaped his lips as he cupped your cheek, running his thumb over the smooth skin. “i would be a lost man.” he looked down, his eyes darkening as he took in your state of dress. “what are you wearing?” his voice was tense, his eyes meeting yours.

“just a shirt.” you smiled innocently, toying with the hem of the shirt. “looks like my shirt.” you giggle, watching as he snaps one of the buttons undone. “it’s the saying ‘what’s mine is yours’.”

“well, it’s mine so you need to take yours off.” you raise a brow at him. “you didn’t say the magic word.” you tease. “and what is the magic word, mi sol?”

“please.” you were barely able to get the word out before nestor had you pressed against the counter. his lips on yours, locked in passion. the edge digging into your lower back, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you felt nestor reach to grip your thighs. him pulling you to rest atop the cold counter. you squealed before his lips found your neck.

“i think the only person, who will be saying please will be you.” he mumbled against your neck, quickly finding your sweet spot. you moaned out, reaching up to grab a braid between your fingers.

“and what makes you so certain of that?” you sass back. “i know you, inside and out. i know what makes you tick.” with that, nestor’s fingers push your panties aside before sliding into your heat. you collapse against his shoulder with a gasp as his fingers explored. every twist and curl of his fingers was deliberate. he knew what he was doing. it wasn’t until his thumb brushed against you clit that it had his name falling from your lips, “nestor.”

“what’s the magic word, mi sol?” you smirked against your ear, the pace of his fingers slightly increasing as he watched you wiggle against the counter. you groaned, refusing to answer. not wanting to play into your game that he turned on you.

nestor raised a brow at your silence, before hooking a leg over his shoulder and replacing his thumb with his lips. his tongue just barely touching got clit before you were crying out in frustration, “please!” you cried, pulling at his braids.

“there it is.” he mumbled against your core before diving right in. the combination of his fingers and tongue was getting to be too much, feeling your legs start to shake.

“you gonna cum?” nestor asked, before sucking harshly on your clit, “yes!” you cried out as you snapped, feeling your orgasm wash over you.

nestor stood with a smirk, sucking his fingers into his mouth to clean up the last bit of the mess you made against his lips, “you taste so good.” he reached forward, pulling you from the counter and turning you to face it. he quickly ripped the front of his shirt, the buttons flying different directions before he pushed you down against it. pushing your panties down your legs.

“this will have to be quick. after all, you are making me late for work.” you heard his belt and zipper fall open, “why go to work when you could stay at home and fuck this pus-?” you were cut off by nestor entering you roughly.

“watch your mouth, mi sol.” he stated, slapping your ass for good measure. he quickly grabbed your leg, resting the knee on the counter before thrusting into you at a rough pace.

“nestor!” you screamed out, already feeling the wave of your second orgasm coming on. it wasn’t long before you were cumming again, nestor following soon after.

“that was worth being late.” he whispered against your neck as he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck. he stepped back, getting himself back into order. “i’m glad you came back.” you smiled, leaning against the counter.

“i love you, mi sol. i’ll see you when i get home.” he kissed your lips, turning to leave the residence. “be safe, cariño.” you whispered before heading back into the bedroom to change.

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