#nero padilla fanfiction

[bullet-prooflove]

it's me again! hope you don't mind, I'm just obsessed with your writing 💕

Can we get the prompt "lean back a little and let me watch" with Nero Padilla?

It's just like one of your Cam Shows, Nero thinks, except it's not, not really. Because you're sitting on the edge of his bed clad in black lingerie that accentuates every single one of your assets. Your wrists are bound behind you with the black leather cuffs your client has supplied just for the making of this video, along with the bright red ball gag that separates your lips.

Your thighs are astride the Sybian, the lace of the fabric rubbing across the device as it slowly fucks into you.

"Lean back a little." Nero directs you as he views the scene through the camera. "Let me watch what it's doing to you."

You comply with his demands and Nero finds his trousers growing a little tighter. This is the third video he'd helped you film and each and every one has lead to him getting a cold shower afterwards.

He looks at the time on the camera.

Ten seconds left.

Time for the big finish.

He holds up his hands for you to see and begins counting down.

You make a scene of getting off, moaning and rolling your hips in time with that machine.

The shit you do... it's art form he thinks, no wonder your clients keep coming back for more. When it's over, he flicks off the camera before stepping up in front of you, his fingers gently unbuckling the ball gag.

His thumb skates over the red indentations of your cheek as he withdraws it from your mouth and tosses it away.

"You put it on a little too tight this time Mami." He murmurs tilting your head up to examine the damage. "Doesn't look like it bruised though."

He undoes the cuffs next before turning his back as you remove yourself from the Sybian. He picks up your robe from the chair before holding it out for you.

"Sorry about your room," Nero says as he listens to the rustle of silk across your skin. "It's gonna take a couple of days for us to get it fixed, it needs to dry out before we can replaster it."

"Not a problem. It's not like you can help a burst pipe." You tell him cinching the belt at the waist before sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Your room worked fine. You can turn around now I'm decent."

Nero complies before shaking his head and smiling because you wrapped up in that midnight blue robe of yours...

It's anything but decent.

#nero padilla fanfiction #nero padilla x you #nero padilla fanfic #nero padilla x reader #nero padilla

[asthesamcroflies]

Taking SOA story requests

I thought I’d have a little fun between projects to keep the creativity flowing – easier said than done sometimes! So if you’d like to request a short story, just hit me up with your main character(s) + vibe + quote(s) combo from the below lists and I’ll see what I can do.

I’ve only listed the SOA characters I think I could make a reasonable stab at (I’ve got a personal soft spot for writing for Chibs, Tig and Kozik, but I’ve played around with most of those listed in some form or other). I’ve also given some very general vibes to guide me on the type of story you’d like  – you can get more specific and again, I’ll see what I can do. I like shaking things up a little, so with the quotes, I can’t guarantee I’ll take the obvious road lol. I may amend slightly for context and it may not be the main character who says it. Story length will vary depending on how inspired I get, as will response time! :)

Choose your main character(s) + vibe(s) + quote(s) combo

You may also want to state whether you want a reader/OC insert, canon relationships (eg. You request a Jax-centric story - let me know if, even if it isn’t relationship-focused, you want a backdrop of him with Tara, Wendy, another canon character, or a reader/OC), or the focus solely on the character(s) you pick.

Characters

Jax Teller Tara Knowles Chibs Telford Tig Trager Opie Winston Lyla Dvorak Happy Lowman Herman Kozik Juice Ortiz Nero Padilla Wendy Case Gemma Teller-Morrow Original Female Character (OFC) Original Male Character (OMC)

Vibes

Dark Light Funny Serious Romantic Smutty Sad Happy Other (Please specify)

Quotes

1.      “Well, there goes the fucking plan…”

2.      “Does this seem normal to you?”

3.      “If you don’t know that by now, I don’t know what to tell you.”

4.      “I love you, but this has to stop.”

5.      “What are you smiling about?”

6.      “How long was I asleep?”

7.      “Take that back.”

8.      “Don’t tell me to calm down.”

9.      “Problem solved.”

10.   “I lied.”

11.   “Can’t say I won’t do it again…”

12.   “Someone has to be the voice of reason.”

13.   “I don’t think we’re going to make it this time.”

14.   “Don’t even think about it.”

15.   “Do you still think about her/him?”

16.   “If you’re waiting for me, you’re going to be sorely disappointed.”

17.   “Is that what I think it is?”

18.   “Please don’t do this.”

19.   “Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

20.   “Shove your regret up your ass.”

21.   “Would a kiss help?”

22.   “Maybe I’m the one who needs saving.”

23.   “You’re cute when you’re fucking furious.”

24.   “We’re definitely going to get caught…”

25.   “That would have hurt a lot fucking less.”

26.   “You’re a little hostile right now…”

27.   “My bed or yours?”

28.   “It doesn’t always have to be you, you know.”

29.   “Shut up, you know you liked it.”

30.   “In my defence, it did work…”

#soa #sons of anarchy #soa fanfiction #soa prompts #soa requests #jax teller #chibs telford #tig trager #tara knowles #opie winston #lyla dvorak #juice ortiz #happy lowman #herman kozik #nero padilla #wendy case #gemma teller-morrow #samcro #samcro imagine

[myckicade]

Uhh you have JaxxNero hidden away??! Who's JimmyxDean?

Heh, I do! Jax and Nero were a rarepair that I became... mildly obsessed with, back in the day. (Which was only... Wait, no. Eight years ago? HOW?).

Jimmy x Dean refers to Jimmy Novak and Dean Winchester, of Supernatural. I have a serious love for those two, as well. <3 .

#Anon #Anonymous #Ask Box #Fanfiction #Mycki Writes #Mycki Just Never Shares #Sons of Anarchy #Jax x Nero #Jax Teller #Nero Padilla #Supernatural #Jimmy x Dean #Jimmy Novak #Dean Winchester

[dancing-in-tig-territory]

Starring: Eliza, Tig, Jax, Nero, Chucky, Chibs Mentions of: Wendy, Gemma, Tara, Abel, JT

#to fly where the crows fly #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfictio #tig trager/oc #tig trager fanfiction #samperv #samcro #eliza morrow #tig trager #jax teller #nero padilla #chibs telford #wendy case #gemma teller #tara knowles #abel teller #john teller

[solari-writes-things]

Sons of Anarcy, r6s, or Star Wars?

So with each oc, I paired them with a canon because I'm a sucker for romance lol. Each of them have some pretty tough backstories, but I hope you enjoy them! I have adlibbed all of the major ones, but there are links attached if you want something more in depth.

SOA: Her name is Yvonne McCloud, a high school dropout with a criminal record. She's related to Bobby Munson and Nero Padilla and falls back into the Charming family after decades of being pried away from them. She's in a relationship with Happy by the end of it all.

R6S: I have four. But, the one I use for my fanfictions is named Zitali Garcia, who was an aspiring mariachera until she was orphaned as a teenager due to a crime that took place in Mexico. She falls into the CFE as an adult, and grows really close to Operator Goyo before she gets shipped to Rainbow. She ends up with Tachanka.

Star Wars: I have a lot of OCS, which you can find on this link. But, I have three major ocs all in one bloodline, so bear with me here:

Cyrril Tel-Naka: An orphaned Bounty Hunter who sets herself free on Tatooine during the events of Episode 1. Her story is built alongside Obi-Wan, whom becomes her husband. She later becomes a General during The Clone Wars, and sort of a wandering vigilante after Order 66. She has a set of twins (haha, ironic). One of which is force sensitive.

Xayah Kenobi: The force sensitive sister out of the set of twins. Once she becomes an adult, she ends up falling into supply running. Takes a job that ends up ferrying supplies to Cloud City, where she falls in with Lando Calrissian. Eventually, she helps out the Rebellion once Han, Luke, and Leia turn up on Bespin. They have a daughter first, and later on, a son.

Juna-Lei Calrissian: The daughter of Xayah and Lando. Taken as a toddler by The First Order. Her lineage and force power drew the attention of Snoke, and she was molded into a Praetorian Guard. But, an interaction with Kylo Ren sparked a dyad within the Force, that shocked her back into her independent state of mind. She escapes, crash landing on Takodana. Maz Kanata points her in the direction of the Resistance, and she becomes a pilot.

I hope this wasn't too much, and that you liked them all.

#anon #oc talk

[mulvs]

Request!!

Hey there!

I am dedicating this blog solely to writing fanfiction.

I seem to struggle with writers block and would really appreciate requests from you guys! I will list the people I most enjoy writing for but feel free to request anyone, I may not be able to write it for you if I don’t know the person requested or feel I wouldn’t do a good job portraying what you want. But I shall try my very best!

CHARACTERS:

INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS:

- Sgt. Donny Donowitz

- Lt. Aldo Raine

- Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz

- Hans Landa

- Shosanna Dreyfus

- Frederick Zoller

- Bridget Von Hammersmark

- Lt. Archie Hicox

- Major Dieter Hellstrom

- PFC Utivich

- PFC Hirschberg

- Cpl. Willhelm Wicki

- Perrier LaPadite

- PFC Omar Ulmer

STAND BY ME:

- Gordie Lachance

- Chris Chambers

- Vern Tessio

- Teddy Duchamp

- Richard “Eyeball” Chambers

- Ace Merrill

- Denny Lachance

- Billy Tessio

- Charlie Hogan

MISS PEREGRINE’S HOME FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN:

- Enoch O’ Connor

- Miss Alma Peregrine

- Jacob Portman

- Emma Bloom

- Abraham Portman

- Olive Abroholos Elephanta

THE MAZE RUNNER:

- Gally

- Newt

- Thomas

- Minho

- Teresa

- Frypan

- Alby

- Ben

- Zart

- Brenda

- Aris

- Janson

- Jorge

- Vince

- Lawrence

TWILIGHT:

- Bella Swan

- Edward Cullen

- Jasper Hale/Cullen

- Emmett Cullen

- Rosalie Hale/Cullen

- Alice Cullen

- Dr. Carlisle Cullen

- Esme Cullen

- Victoria

- James

- Laurent

- Jacob Black

- Seth Clearwater

- Leah Clearwater

- Sam Uley

- Charlie Swan

- Paul

- Emily

- Jared

SONS OF ANARCHY:

- Jackson “Jax” Teller

- Tara Knowles

- Gemma Teller

- Nero Padilla

- Clay Morrow

- Harry “Opie” Winston

- Lyla Winston

- Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz

- Filip “Chibs” Telford

- Kerianne Telford

- Bobby “Fat Elvis” Munson

- Alexander “Tig” Trager

- Happy Lowman

- Wendy Case

- George “Ratboy” Skogstrom

- Herman Kozik

- Rane Quinn

- Otto Delaney

- Keith McGee

- Cherry

- Luann Delaney

DIVERGENT:

- Eric Coulter

- Tobias “Four” Eaton

- Peter

- Will

YOU:

- Joe Goldberg

- Karen Minty

THE SOCIETY:

- Gareth “Grizz” Visser

- Allie Pressman

- Cassandra Pressman

- Campbell Eliot

- Sam Eliot

- Kelly Aldrich

- Elle Tomkins

- Will LeClair

- Bean

- Helena

- Harry Bingham

- Gordie

- Luke

RIVERDALE:

- Sweet Pea

- Jughead Jones

- Archie Andrews

- Cheryl Blossom

- Toni Topaz

- Kevin Keller

- F. P. Jones

SHERLOCK:

- Sherlock Holmes

- Moriarty

- John H. Watson

- Mycroft Holmes

- Inspector Lestrade

- Molly Hooper

- Mary Morstan

SUPERNATURAL:

- Dean Winchester

- Sam Winchester

- Castiel

- Crowley

- Lucifer

- Charlie

- Bobby Singer

- Gabriel

- John Winchester

- Mary Winchester

- Jo Harvelle

- Meg Masters

- Arthur Ketch

- Bela Talbot

- Kevin Tran

- Jody Mills

- Adam Milligan

- Chuck Shurley

I am more than happy to attempt any character on this list or not. PLEASE SEND REQUESTS! :) I am also happy to do cross-overs and ships, as well as writing two characters together. Every type of request is welcome, be it, polyamorous, gay, lesbian, smut, fluff, kink, mental illness or any other subject that may be difficult to ask for, all is welcome here and I will do my very best with the knowledge I have!

I look forward to writing your stories! Request away!

Mulvs :)

[legrandepapillon]

lovebirds; too on the nose

Summary: behind every door is a fall

Author's Note: loosely based off the song 'No One's Here To Sleep' by Bastille

She couldn’t do it.

The key was right there in her hands, the door was right in front of her face, but she couldn’t do it. She knew what lay on the other side of that door, the promises and prospects. Her grandchildren, her son, her daughter… this door could bring them to her, rekindle their want to be her family. An old life, long not-so-forgotten. Seventeen years of marriage. Years of laughter and life but not quite light. The man she’d promised her life to, until death did them part. The man she thought she loved… no, the man she had loved. The man that had helped her commit sin after sin, cover up lie after lie…

The man that had taken his fists to her face.

Gemma takes a step away from the door at the thought, her breath being caught in her throat. A hand that was raised to knock draws away, falling limply at her side. That was right. The other thing that lay on the other side of the perfectly carved mahogany was deceit, and pain, and misery, and keeping her mouth shut for fear of pissing him off, and…. and, and, and, there was always an and. Never an end. She’d loved this man, and he’d hurt her. Of course, he’d loved her too. But never enough, never enough to keep from cheating or lying or hitting. There was never enough love between them, just enough to get them by. Keep that precious crown on her head and keep that patch on his back.

She couldn’t do it.

She knows she needs to. If she doesn’t, she’ll never see Abel get big. Never hear about his first A in school or see his graduation. She’ll never hear baby Thomas’ -- so similar to her own baby Thomas, so small and innocent and calm and sweet -- first words or witness his first steps. Never see his first tooth fall out, or know the feeling of him running into her arms after his first day of Kindergarten. She’ll never witness Jax’s first grey hair, never be able to tease him about climbing into old age. She will never hold him in her arms after Abel brings home his first girlfriend, teasing him about being too overprotective. And oh god, she’ll never see Tara become her. See the fierce mother inside of her have her flames fanned. She’ll never listen to the contempt she has for the bitch of a girl Abel’s fallen in love with, sipping coffee and reminiscing about how familiar that sounds.

She loved them so much. She couldn’t stand to lose them.

But she loves Nero, too. More than anything on this entire planet, more than anything she’s ever felt with a man. It’s a different kind of love than she’s used to. Something she’s never felt before. When she’s with him, everything around her fades to background noise. He makes her smile so hard that her cheeks burn, laugh so hard that her sides ache, love so hard that she’s not sure if any love she’s ever felt before has been real. When her eyes fell closed, and she was drifting into dreamless sleep, it was him she found plaguing her thoughts. He never wanted to hurt her, ever. And she never, never, never wanted to hurt him. Nero was the oxygen that keeps her alive and she needs him. She needs him, she needs him, she needs him, she loves him.

This will hurt him, more than it will hurt her. And that terrifies her.

To no end. She doesn’t think she’s ever been so scared before. When he almost left her, she’d felt a pain like no other. The idea of losing him sends her careening off a cliff, falling, falling, falling, into an abyss. This man had saved her when she thought she was unsaveable. He’d brought her back, gave her another life to live. He’d seen her sadness and her tire, and he’d showed her happiness and energy. He’d been there when her own son hadn’t. Held her through her pain, loved her. And not because she could give him anything, or because she was young, fresh pussy. But because he saw her. He saw her, and her tainted heart that had the purest intentions -- mostly -- and he saw her strength and heard her stories and he loved her wholly, and purely. Loved her imperfections, kissed her scars, and held her broken, beaten heart in his palm.

He didn’t need to take her clothes off to see her naked.

Thus, Gemma couldn’t betray him. And by stepping through that threshold, she would be. Laying down in bed with that man again, after everything he’d done… and with Nero waiting for her, thinking that she was only at home, when in reality she was in bed with her ex-husband? What Jax was asking her to do was wrong, and she knew this. Everything her son had been doing to and with her lately had been wrong, but he was her son. Not to mention that he held all the trump cards -- her grandkids, her daughter-in-law… hell, himself. She could never tell him these things, for fear that he may not see the truth to her words and he’d pull further away from her.

It didn’t change the fact that she couldn’t, simply couldn’t, do this.

What could she illicit from Clay that everybody else hadn’t anyway? She was just an ol’ lady, as everyone so liked to remind her. All she had to do was love her man, and love him honestly -- and Nero was her man. Why did everyone keep asking her to do things when they were the same men to remind her she was nothing but pussy a step higher than a croweater? She didn’t understand. Gemma didn’t understand a lot of things about this Club, with the men that bore its patches, with the men she called her family. An entire life of being with them, and it was still a mysterious enigma. Why they relied on women they so liked to degrade, why they asked things of them that they knew they couldn’t do… why, why, why. So many questions, never enough answers.

Answers were what got her back to her grandchildren. But they were also what took the one great love of her life away from her.

Eyes find the mahogany door again. The man that lied behind it. The man she was supposed to sleep with, the man that she was supposed to be with to aid the child she loved and the Club she lived by. Then they flit to her hands. Hands that held her lover’s face between her hands, hands that stroked the prickly stubble on his cheeks, hands that curled around the lapels of his jacket when he kissed her dizzy.

You did this for me? Well, Lyla picked them out… lovebirds… too on the nose, huh? No. They’re beautiful. Thank you.

Gemma takes a deep breath, turns on her heel, and heads back to her car to drive home. Home to the man she’d love, the man that would love her.

Her lovebird.

#gemma teller morrow #gemma teller #nero padilla #clay morrow #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy one-shot #soa #soa one-shot #season 5 #romance #angst #teen and up audiences #nero x gemma #nero padilla x gemma teller #nero padilla/gemma teller #nero/gemma #fanfiction #jax teller

[bullet-prooflove]

"Everybody got a breakin' point kid" with Creeper or Nero, please! 💕

References to The Cam Girl

When Nero steps into the room you use at Diosa for camming he doesn’t expect to see you crying. Your seated on the edge of the bed, wrapped up in that midnight blue silk robe and fuck me heels with tears running down your cheeks. He closes the door quietly behind him. You look up as you hear the click, your fingertips brushing away the salt on your cheeks.

“Sorry.” You say softly.

He shakes his head as he steps towards you.

“You have nothing to apologise for.” He tells you as he sinks to his knees in front of you. “Why don’t you tell me what’s got you all twisted up inside?”

You inhale deeply before glancing over your shoulder at the fabric bundled up in the centre of the bed. A pair of plain white panties, he sees the staining on them, and he knows, he just fucking knows.

“I found them sitting here when I came out of the bathroom.” You say tilting your head towards the en-suite. You swallow hard against the ache in your chest because right now you’re spiralling, you can feel your control slipping and you’re back in that place, that dark fucking space from the first time this happened. “I always keep a spare pair for after my shows, you know something comfortable.”

“Yea.” He says, his voice coming out in a low rasp. “I know.”

“He’s found me. He’s been there in this room…” There’s an edge of hysteria to your voice and it wounds him because he told you that you were safe, that he’d take care of you. Then this animal, he’s gotten into this room, he’s touched your things, soiled them. A way of exerting his control over you, of reminding you exactly who you belonged to. “Nero, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about this.”

“We’ll figure it out Mami.” He promises you, his gaze fixated on the ruined material. “I swear to God, we’ll figure something out.”

#nero padilla x you #nero padilla x reader #nero padilla fanfiction #nero padilla fanfic #nero padilla

[queen-ofthe-bikers-soa-blog]

Anything for my Outlaw. Juice Ortiz fan fiction. Chapter 4.

Tag list: @mwesterfeld1985 @omgbullslove

Tara and Lyla hurry and get the kids out of the room and taking them outside, before they can see anymore of the fight that was going on. Happy is holding Juice up by his kutte, his other fist landing on Juice’s jaw, nose, cheek multiple times before anyone can get a hold of Hap. It pissed Lena off to no end to see Juice taking the blows, his nose gushing blood, along with his mouth. Happy throws him to the floor, kicking him in the gut a few times before Opie and Tig manage to finally stop him from swinging.

“I told you she was off limits! But you couldn't keep your dick in your pants could you, stupid shit?!”

“Happy, stop! I'm 22 years old, I don't need you to tell me who I can and cannot date! It's not like we're just having meaningless sex or anything. We like each other.”

Happy is fuming, his face is a shade of red, his nostrils flared, his jaw clenched tight and his eyes not leaving Juice who was struggling to get up off the floor. Nobody going over to help him up.

“When did this little love connection happen? Has it been going on since that night I caught you two together? Is that what you two idiots were off doing when this ass hole was supposed to escorting you?”

“No, Hap! We caught feelings for each other since that night. He was supposed to pick me up last night and take me to the party. But when he got to the house he suggested we go on an actual date with each other. We talked about how much we like each other. Then we went to his house and -”

Happy slips out of Tig’s hold and lunges for Juice again. He wraps his hands around Juice’s neck, trying to strangle him. It takes Jax, Chibs, Clay and Opie to hold Happy back.

“Get him out of here!”

Clay yells to Bobby. He picks Juice off the floor and helps him out the door, Lena following them outside.

“Where are you going?”

Happy says, still in a loud booming voice.

“To make sure my boyfriend is okay.”

Lena spits, her blood now boiling even more than it was before.

~ ~ ~

“Well he didn’t break your nose so that’s good. You’re just going to be bruised up for a few days. You’ll be fine.”

Tara says, putting one last butterfly bandage on a cut on Juice’s cheek.

“Thanks Tara.”

Juice says smiling at her. Tara gets up off her chair and throws the gauze away.

“I’m going to go check on Abel and I’ll be right back.”

Tara walks back toward the clubhouse, leaving Lena and Juice alone in Gemma’s office. Juice turns his face to Lena who’s looking away from him, not wanting to see the marks Happy left on him. They sat there in silence, Lena not knowing what to say to Juice for Happy’s actions. Juice tries to give her a kiss on the cheek but she turns her face away from him. He sighs and takes her hand, holding it, running his thumb over her knuckles.

“This isn’t your fault, Lena.”

She shakes her head, finally looking at him, tears filling her eyes to the brim with tears. Usually it took a lot to get Lena to cry, but she was an angry crier. Growing up with a tough as nails brother and mom she was taught that crying was a sign of weakness, and if you had to cry, do it in private, never in front of anyone.

“I’m sorry he did that to you.”

She says simply, wiping her eyes and taking a deep breath.

“He warned me he was going to do it again if I touched you so I guess I can’t be too mad.”

Lena rolls her eyes, getting off the chair and walking toward the clubhouse, Juice following after her.

“Shit. Lena, what are you doing?”

“I’m talking to my idiot brother. It’s not okay for him to treat you this way.”

Juice steps in front of Lena, holding her by her shoulder and looking her in the eye.

“Your brother is pissed at both of us. Is it really the best decision to talk to him?”

“When do you expect me to talk to him then, Juice? We’re going to have to be here under the same roof for the next 3 days because of this lockdown. He needs to get used to seeing us around each other.”

She says, folding her arms over her chest.

“Let’s just go to my house and give him a chance to cool off. I can make sure that nobody is going to hurt you there.”

“No. I’m talking to him.”

Juice sighs, letting her walk off. He rubs the back of his neck as he sees her open the door to the clubhouse. God damn she was stubborn. He jogs after her to make sure she doesn’t go overboard with “talking” to Happy.

She walks into the clubhouse, all the guys sitting at the bar. Happy looks over at her and downs his shot quickly.

“We’re talking about this right now, whether you like it or not.”

His jaw tenses seeing Juice enter the clubhouse and standing behind Lena. Jax gestures his head toward the door, trying to get the guys to leave.

���No, I want you guys to hear this too. Why do you have such a problem with me and Juice being together? I don’t have a problem with what you do with the crow eaters.”

Happy stays quiet, still glaring at Juice.

“I tried to see it from your point of view, you wanting to be a good big brother and make sure that I’m protected and safe. But Juice makes sure that I’m both of those things. You had no problem having him tail me yesterday when I was running around town getting my errands done, so why is us being in a relationship all of a sudden an issue? I want an answer.”

“Little sisters are off limits. Not just for that idiot behind you, but for everyone. If you were in bed with any of these guys I would have the same reaction. And maybe I shouldn’t have trusted him to tail you if I would have known he would take advantage of you.”

Happy says, making Lena even more pissed off.

“I’m not your property dick head! I really like Juice, and besides out of all the other guys in the club, Juice is the best choice I could make. Would you rather me end up with Tig’s crazy ass? No offence Tiggy, I love you.”

Tig chuckles and raises his beer to her.

“Nah, I get it. Some people can’t handle all of this.”

Happy smacks Tig upside his head before looking back at his sister.

“What do you want me to say Lena? I’m happy that you found one of my brothers to be with? That I’m happy you’re getting felt up by that moron? I’m not going to say that I’m happy for you, because I’m not.”

“I’m not asking you to be happy about it. I’m not asking anything from you honestly. I’m only doing this is because Abel outed us. And I’m sorry that he saw us kissing Jax, someone should have shut the door.”

Jax nods his head, looking over at Happy. Her brother gets up off his stool and walks out the door without a word. Lena rolls her eyes and walks toward the dorm rooms, slamming Juice’s door shut when she walks in.

Juice stands there for a few seconds, hearing the door slam. All of the guys are now staring at him, waiting for him to say anything.

“What?”

“You just had to get seconds didn’t you?”

Bobby says, shaking his head.

“What do you guys want me to do? I like her! It’s not my fault that Abel ratted us out… well it is because I didn’t close the door. But the most we did last night was kiss. We didn’t have sex.”

“Lena is a beautiful girl, there is no doubt about it. I don’t blame you for liking her. Hell, if I was a few years younger, I would be all over that like a fly on a piece of shit.”

Chibs stuffs a piece of bread in Tig’s mouth, trying to make him shut up. He takes a bite out of it before removing the rest out of his mouth.

“Anyway, sure the sister rule is an unspoken one, but none of us are that stupid that we would actually go for it.”

“So what am I supposed to do? Break up with her? If I hurt her Happy will be even more pissed off.”

The guys look at each other, none of them saying anything again.

“I don’t know brother, but you need to put out the fire that Lena’s setting right now. She’s the safest one to be around out of those two.”

Jax says. Juice nods his head, pouring himself a shot of tequila before walking back to his dorm room.

Lena hits a water bottle off his dresser and onto the floor out of anger as soon as she walks in. She lays on his bed, staring at the ceiling trying to control her breathing and her anger. The door opens a few minutes later, Juice pops his head in, not yet entering the room. Lena picks her head up off the mattress and sits up, moving to the edge of the bed.

“Sorry I’m throwing a fit. I just don’t get why he can’t get it through his thick ass skull that he can’t make these decisions for me. He makes me so frustrated.”

Juice finally walks through the door, sitting on the floor in between her legs. Running his fingers up and down her leg.

“Why don’t we get out of here for a few days? Let both of us cool off.”

Lena asks, tracing Juice’s tattoos on the sides of his scalp.

“And where do you want to go?”

She takes a few seconds to think it over, finally coming to a good conclusion.

“Vegas.”

Juice laughs, shaking his head.

“No. You’re insane.”

“Why not? I think it would be fun! I’ve never been there, and you guys have a charter out there so it’s not like we would be unprotected over there. Please Juicy boy?”

Lena uses her long nails and massages his head, knowing that he’ll eventually give in. Juice leans his head back, his eyes closed with a smile plastered on his face. Lena’s hands travel down to his shoulders and down his torso.

“I know what you’re doing little girl.”

Juice murmurs. Lena smiles to herself and takes her hands off of him.

“Is it working… daddy?”

His eyes shoot open, shaking his head.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Lena smiles and places soft kisses all over his face. Juice sighs and smiles, getting up and sitting next to Lena on the bed.

“Okay yeah, it worked. Do you want to stop by your house to get some stuff first?”

“I guess yeah, but if Hap is there then I’m just going to have to buy stuff the wear when we get to Vegas.”

~ ~ ~

Happy takes another drag of his blunt, exhaling slowly. He hears the roar of a motorcycle coming down the street, going silent a few seconds later. He looks up at the person walking up his porch and taking a seat.

“What are you doing here?”

He asks, passing the blunt to Chibs. He takes it, sitting down in the chair next to him.

“Wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed pretty pissed off when you were leaving the clubhouse.”

“Can you blame me? I told him, both of them the last time I caught them together to stay away from each other. It has to be him. Jumpy little shit head.”

Happy shakes his head, cracking his knuckles.

“I’m going to tell you something, brother. You’re sister is just as stubborn as you are, if not more. She used to run the streets with you when you guys were back home in Tacoma, she seen and done a lot of shit I’m sure you don’t know about. She knows all about the MC life, and it’s good that she be with someone in it, even if you want to keep her away from it. She’s always going to know this life.”

Chibs says simply, trying to get Happy to see it Lena’s way.

“What your point?”

“My point is… she’s a grown woman who knows what she’s doing. As much as you want to help protect her from everything and everyone, she’s going to do whatever she wants. And to be honest, Juicy boy is a good guy, I wasn’t his sponsor but I trust the little bugger and I like having him around. You should be happy it’s him and not one of our crazy asses. Shit, you know that Tig has a thing for young Hispanic women, he could be doing your sister.”

Both of them laugh, Happy finally thinking about everything his sister and Chibs said.

“I’m going to talk to her tomorrow about everything. GIve her a chance to cool off.”

~ ~ ~

Juice had decided to take Lena's car on the way to Vegas that way Lena could get some sleep. He kept looking in the rear view mirror at her to check on her in the backseat, sprawled out across the seats with a blanket covering herself up. It had been a few years since Juice was in an actual committed relationship, his last girlfriend wasn't as supportive of the whole MC lifestyle, in fact she would go off on him when he had to do anything involving the club. She ended the relationship after almost 2 years because she couldn't take the late nights, him not coming home every night, especially not all the crow eaters and sweet butts hanging off his arm. They have reconnected a few times since they broke up whenever Juice was feeling down. But he was happy he was finally moving on to someone who understood what Juice was dealing with.  

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The Cam Girl: Nero Padilla x Reader

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Nero knows you as the Cam Girl, the one that’s been sending Cara Cara’s web traffic through the roof. He doesn’t know what you get up to during your sessions, he’s never seen your work. He likes the feel of a real woman as opposed to porn, even if it’s fleeting there’s an intimacy during sex, a connection between two people. You can’t get that through a screen.

You’re one of the girls that don’t come over to Diosa when it’s offered up as a side-line to Cara Cara. Most of the other women do, but you, you stick with the cam. That intrigues him, he wonders what it is about cam work you prefer to the more lucrative stuff. When he asks around, he discovers you don’t get involved with the actual porn side of things, there’s no videos of you being fucked or fucking anyone else, there’s just that live stream going out 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. He thinks the exclusivity of that may be the key to your success, if anyone wants to see you undress, they have to pay a premium.

When you step into Diosa he almost doesn’t recognise you because whenever he’s seen you in Cara Cara, it’s been in a silk robe, with a full face of makeup. Cosmetics that he knows you don’t need because you’re stunning without it. Your entire look is completely understated, you’re wearing jeans with a black t shirt and a cobalt blue blazer that hugs you in all the right places. There’s a few sprinkles of silver jewel, studs in your ear, a couple of stacker rings but nothing overt. It’s a refreshing change from what he usually sees from the women who work and play here.

“Business or pleasure.” He asks when you walk in, his lips gracing both of your cheeks. You smile at him, and he swears to God he feels his heart stutter as you say.

“Why can’t it be both?”

It’s on the couch in his office that you describe the situation. You want to switch things up a little, attract more affluent clients, ones that are willing to spend a little more for specialised content. To do that you need a higher class of premises, all of the streaming still goes through Cara Cara’s servers, so they get the traffic, you just need a room. You think a change of routine would be good for your current subscribers and good for you.

It's that phrase his brain sticks on ‘change of routine’. It sounds odd coming from your mouth; he’s heard it before a thousand times, and it all leads back to one thing.

“Do I need to worry about you?” He asks you quietly as you sip from a cup of the finest brewed Havana beans that you’ve ever tasted. You shake your head before setting the mug back down upon the table.

“It won’t effect your business.” You reassure him with a firm tone. “And I come with my own equipment.”

“That’s not what I’m asking.” He says, before gesturing between the two of you. “This thing it only works if there’s trust and I know there’s something that you’re not telling me.”

It’s subtle, the tightening of your jaw but Nero sees it. He’s a savant at body language, picking up the smallest cues, he knows when someone’s hiding shit.

“One of my ‘fans’…” You use your fingers for the bunny ears. “… has been leaving gifts for me at Cara Cara.”

His eyebrows furrow into a frown as he puzzles over this information. It’s an intrusion, he knows the lines blur sometimes when it comes to selling sex. They’ve had it a few times with regulars here at Diosa, a guy that gets a little too attached or falls headlong into the girlfriend experience. It doesn’t take much to get them to back off.

“When you say gifts…” he ventures.

You stare down into the depths of your coffee cup and he sees your cheeks colour just a little.

“It started with roses being delivered to the studio and then it got more intimate.” You tell him, your thumb tapping against the ceramic. “He jerked off onto a pair of panties and left them in my car.”

In your fucking car…

Nero can’t comprehend that. He blows a breath out though his mouth and settles back into his seat. To do something like that, to find out where you were, which car was yours, to break in and leave ‘a gift’ like that, it shows a level of dedication that’s steers into obsession.

“How do you know it’s the same guy?” He asks you, placing both his hands on the back of his head as he considers this situation.

“He leaves a note.” You inform him before rolling your eyes. “Always signs off with ‘Casanova’.”

“How fucking original.” Nero remarks. “And you have no idea who he is?”

“I booted anyone I thought it was out of the chat, he shouldn’t have had access to me.” You tell him, running your hands through your hair, he reads it for what it is, a sign of agitation. Despite the fact you don’t say it, he thinks this shit must be scaring the hell out of you. “The thing is I’m careful. I don’t discuss the details of my personal life; I never name places I’ve been or anything like that. It’s not like I get recognised either. It’s not even a factor for the police, due to the nature of my profession hence why I’m here. Cara Cara have oked the move if you’re happy with the arrangement.”

“Alright.” He says, his fingertips stroking over his beard. “I’ll give you a tour of the place and if there’s a room that you think suits your needs then you can have it but there are conditions...”

“Name them.” You say leaning towards him.

“You have someone walk you to your car every night, it doesn’t matter if it’s me, one of the other girls, or a Son. Someone makes sure you get in that car safely.” He states before continuing. “And if anything happens, and I mean anything, you bring it to me. I need you to promise me on that.”

A small smile graces your features, and he wonders if you know that somehow you light up a room.

“Anybody would think you’re worried about me.” You tease him. The left side of his mouth hitches up into a smile, before his hand comes to rest on yours. It’s comforting, his thumb soothes over the hollow of your wrist and you feel the tension beginning to ebb out of your shoulders the longer you linger in his presence.

“Protecting an asset.” He says with an lilt of humour. “And you still didn’t make that promise.”

“Ok.” You say clasping his hand tightly. “I promise.”

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Shibari: Nero Padilla x Reader (NSFW)

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You’ve been working with Diosa for a couple of months when you approach Nero for a favour. He’s seated on the couch in his apartment, surveying the latest set of procurement requests when you rap your knuckles on the door and peek your head around it.

“I wanted to make sure I wasn’t interrupting anything.” You tell him when he gestures for you to enter the room with a smile that tells you he’s more than happy to see you.

His gaze lowers to the non-descript shopping bag in your hand and he wonders if you’ve been doing a little procurement of your own. He doesn’t know what you use in your shows, he just knows he gets a good cut of it each and every month so whatever you’re doing it’s lucrative. He’s caught a flash of you in between sets, that midnight blue silk robe with a hint of lingerie underneath. From what he’s seen you play to your assets because those breasts in wine coloured lace… It’s unprofessional to think about it.

“Inventory.” He explains, setting the paperwork down on the surface of the coffee table. You sit down alongside side of him, your floral scent flooding his nostrils. It’s subtle and inviting, it makes him want to bury his face into the curve of your throat as he drinks you in.

“That is a lot of lube.” You tell him, raising your eyebrows as your eyes skim over the inventory list.

“We run eight rooms excluding yours, seven days a week.” He informs you, as he picks up his pen. “If you want, I could add you to the procurement list, we get a good discount.”

You shake your head, your hand coming to rest upon his. Your thumb ghosts over the hollow of his wrist and it feels intimate. That’s the problem with you, everything feels intimate. From the light graze of your fingertips to the sultry sound of your voice.

Nero knows he’s falling; he’s known for a few weeks.

He knows he seeks out your company, that he lives for those small breaks in between your shows where the two of you share a coffee and laugh about something ridiculous a client has requested. There’s a warmth in you that filters into his psyche, it feels like sunshine caressing his skin. He’s never felt anything quite like it and it resonates with something deep down inside of him.

“I use a different brand.” You tell him, disrupting Nero from his thoughts. “My skin’s a little sensitive so I need something a bit gentler.”

“Noted.” He says setting down his pen. “What do you need Mami?”

“I have a favour to ask you.” You tell him, withdrawing your phone from your purse, your fingertip scrolling over the screen. It takes you a second to find what you’re looking for, before you hand the phone over to him. He frowns for a second as he studies the request made through your website.

“Shibari is becoming more popular these days.” He remarks with the shrug of his shoulders as he returns your phone. “And for that price, he could tie me up anyway he wants me.”

You laugh and it’s a rich, lively noise that he finds absolutely captivating. He thinks he could spend the rest of his life just listening to that sound.

“My question is will you help me?”

He should have seen it coming. He doesn’t know why he didn’t

“I’m not a boy scout.” He says frankly. Health and Safety is a huge concern in the sex industry and something as specific as this has it’s own caveats, there’s additional shit to think about. He tries to go over what he knows about Shibari, the risk factors he has to look out for. Nerve compression is always an issue when you work with bondage, he makes sure his girls knows what their doing with ropes and ties, the last thing he wants is to get sued by one of his johns. He thinks he has that covered because he also undertook the training from a domantrix in San Bernardino.

“We’d have to practice.” He tells you, his palm rubbing over the back of his neck as he speaks. “I don’t want to do anything that hurts you or causes any damage. If we do do it, it needs to be safely with open communication and EMT scissors nearby just in case.”

“This is why I’m asking you to do it.” You inform him softly. “You’re the only one I trust when it comes to something like that.”

It feels like a confession. There’s vulnerability to what you’re asking him to do, you’ll be at his mercy after he’s bound you and he knows you don’t take that lightly. It’s an exchange of power even if he isn’t actually participating in the act.  

“O.K.” He agrees, clasping his hands together. “When do want to start?”

You tip out the contents of the shopping bag onto the coffee table. A jumble of items tumble out, two lengths of high quality silk rope, EMT scissors, that specialist brand of lube you must have been talking about earlier…

“I have everything we need right here.”

***

It takes hours of practice. Nero uses Youtube to learn the knots as you research the intricacies of the act, the risk factors, the shit you need to look out for so that there’s no temporary or permanent damage caused. It isn’t until Nero has successfully trussed up his pillow for the eighteenth time in a row that he deems himself ready to try it out on the real thing.

He’s careful as he restrains you. You start with your clothes on at first, testing out the restriction of the rope before you eventually strip down to your underwear. A black sports bra and matching black panties. You want to test how it makes you feel, the relentlessness of the binds on your skin, you want to see if it’s something to endure or something you may enjoy.

When Nero steps back to survey his handiwork, he knows he’s done a good job. You look pretty as picture, seated in the centre of his bed, bound. The rope curls around each one of your thighs, securing your calves to them, your legs splayed open. Your wrists are cinched behind your back with a double column knot, thrusting your breasts forward and keeping you locked in place. There’s no way that you can move in this position, it’s completely submissive.

“How does it feel?” He asks you curiously, his hand coming to rest on the EMT scissors, just in case you need a quick release.

“Like I’m at your mercy.” You tell him, telling the strength of the restraints. Every movement is hindered by the restriction of the rope, your client knew exactly what he was doing when he selected this position.

“That’s what he wants.” Nero says with an understanding he isn’t sure he likes, because he knows there’s another step to the request, one that you won’t be practicing with him. “The beautiful girl bound up, under his complete control, no say in her pleasure.”

It leaves a sour taste in his mouth, not because of the fantasy itself but because of the way it was phrased, the words he used.

Control – not submission.

It isn’t about a distribution of power; it’s about owning you.

Nero’s surprised he didn’t ask for a fucking collar.

“Do you know why I cam?” You ask him as kneels on the bed behind you and begins to undo the ropes that bind your wrists. “Why I don’t do porn or escort?”

“I’ve wondered.” He admits as he tugs gently at the binds, unthreading them.

He knows you would make fucking bank in the niche areas, especially if you were doing shit like this.

“The distance,” You tell him, flexing your wrists as the rope falls away, there are no markings in your skin, just the imprint of the rope pattern upon your forearms. “I like the distance. I like knowing that I’m in control, that I am doing what I want to do. They may pay me, but they don’t own me. It’s one of the reasons I don’t come for them, not really. They don’t get to have that.”

You’re not the only one that fakes it. Most of his girls do too. It’s the nature of the job. He thinks the reality of a woman actually enjoying themselves is too much for some men. He thinks it’s too much for the asshole that sent this request in.

“I think that’s a healthy view to have.” He agrees as he unties the binding on your thighs. His gaze slips up to your face because he wants you to see the honesty in his expression when he tells you. “Pleasure should be given, not taken.”

Something passes between the who of you, it feels like a current underneath the surface of his skin.

“Think you can do this for real later on?” You ask him, breaking the spell. His looks at the silken rope in his hands, feeling the weight of it across his palms.

“Yea.” He tells you. “Just let me know when you’re ready.”

***

The underwear that was sent to you via you PO box is a bra and panties selection in cornflower blue silk. It’s a specification of the scene that you wear it. Everything about the video has been dictated to you, even the type of toy you should use. The only thing the viewer has no control over is the length of time. Five minutes is what you tell everyone. If they want you to make a video, it’s five minutes long and after that the price hikes astronomically. With Shibari the timing is even more crucial.

When you strip off the dusky pink robe Nero can’t help but think you look like a vision. He understands how easy it is for a man to want you, to need to claim you for himself. It’s not just your beauty, it’s something that simmers just underneath the surface. He knows that you’re emotionally intelligent, you wouldn’t have gotten this far without it but at the core of your being, you know who you are and you’re unapologetic about it. He thinks this is why your subscribers fall in love with you, he thinks that’s why he’s fallen in love with you.

He treats the scene the way he would with any of his girls, with a cool professionalism because after all this isn’t you and him exploring a new kink together in bed, this is work. He doesn’t need to remind himself of that, not when there’s a camera set up over his shoulder attached to a laptop.

He starts the same way he did last time, with your thighs. His palms are gentle as loops the rope around your calf, pulling it taut. His fingers trace along the indentation of the silken bind, testing the security of the bind before he moves onto your other leg.

“OK?” He asks you, his dark eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

“Perfect.” You tell him, your lips accentuating the syllables before you gesture to the purple vibrator with the remote lying on the sheets next to you. “I just need to…”

“Oh yea, of course.” He turns his back, crossing his arms over his chest and raising his eyes to the ceiling. He hears the rustle of silk, and he tries to think of anything else other than you lubing up that dildo before you slip it inside you, the base flush against those panties when you slip them back on.

“Done.” You tell him and he turns back around to see you holding out the remote to him. “Well, someone has to turn it on, and I can’t do it if my hands are tied.”

Fuck, you are going to wreck him with this shit, he just knows it. If he ever doubted how much trust you have him, it’s eradicated the moment you put that tiny device into his hand. You are literally giving him control of your pleasure.

“Yea.” He says, his voice a little rough. “Of course.”

You put your hands behind your back dutifully and he kneels behind you on the bed before he wraps the rope around your wrists and begins to tie a double column. He’s well practised by now, oddly he enjoys the thoroughness of the task, the fact he has to concentrate on what he’s doing so his attention doesn’t wander to thoughts such as how did you get that scar just under the hinge of your jaw? Or how graceful the slope of your shoulders look in this position. When he’s finished he studies his handiwork, the binding is neat and precise, cinching your wrists just above your silk clad ass of yours. He’s starting to get good at this he realises.

“Remember.” He says as he climbs off the bed and comes to stand in front of you, making a snipping motion with his fingers. “You just say the word and I am there with the scissors.”

“The next thing you’re going to tell me is that we need a safe word.” You remark as you tug at your restraints, testing them.

“That’s not a bad idea.” He considers, his palm rubbing over his jawline. “Pick one.”

You’re silent for a moment, he sees something flicker across your features, something he doesn’t understand before you say softly “Roses.”

“O.K.” He agrees. “We’ll use roses. Now are you sure about this?”

He holds up the remote once more. You give him a look and he throws up his hands with a good natured smile.

“I’ve never been part of a cam show before!”

You smile back and he senses what ever happened just a minute ago has passed.

“Now you can cross it off you’re bucket list.”

He rolls his eyes before hovering alongside the camera, adjusting the angle just slightly so that you are entirely in focus. This is how you’ll look to your client, erotically exposed. Legs bound open so that he can see that sliver of silk, Nero thinks you must have smeared lube across the material already because he can see that moistness already clinging to the silk. Your breasts are thrust forward, your cleavage almost spilling out of the push up bra. It’s tantalising, he thinks, this image alone would make your subscribership increase tenfold.

“Ready?” He asks, his finger hovering over the button.

You nod and he presses the record button before retreating to the seat you’ve set up for him in the corner, the remote in one hand and the EMT scissors in the other. He holds up the remote to indicate he’s about to start the vibrator before he hits the rubber button once.

The moment he does the whole scene comes to life.

Its sensual, the way you move. You tug at the restrains as your hips push downwards, like you’re trying to fuck the thing inside of you even harder. He sees how people can get off on this, there’s a neediness in the act, a desperation in the way you choreograph your movements. You’re good at putting on a show, he understands why people pay you so much money. Fuck if this was private thing between the two of you, he would have gotten off already. That damp patch between your legs grows, the fabric soaking, and he feels himself beginning to stir. It’s a normal response to what he’s seeing, he knows that but he still crosses one leg over the other in an attempt to hide it. His eyes stray to the clock you’ve set on the end table alongside of him. Not long to go now.

There’s a flush creeping across your cheeks, it stains your skin with an apricot hue. Your movements become more erratic, muscles straining against the bindings as you whimper. Your head tips back as you arch, hips thrusting down as if you’re truly desperate for cock. It’s like you can’t control yourself. The pitch of your cries builds. The scent of your arousal is in the air, he can taste it on his tongue as your eyes meet his. He sees the heat there, the desire, the sheer desperation to get fucked and he realises you can’t actually control yourself. His thumb fumbles with the button but it’s too late. That brief moment of intimacy between the two of you sends you hurtling over the edge.

It’s beautiful, the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You ruined amongst those sheets, eyes closed, chest straining. You whine in the aftermath, the vibrations drawing out your ecstasy before he shuts the damn thing off. He’s already on his feet, stopping the recording before he’s kneeling on the bed by your side.

“I’m going to untie you.” He says softly, waiting for your nod before he reaches out to touch you.

You tilt your face away from him as he undoes the knots as quickly as he can. You’re uncharacteristically silent and Nero wonders if he has just taken something from you. He remembers the conversation you had regarding your own pleasure, about owning it and he curses himself for not seeing the signs earlier.

He backs off once you’ve been released from the bindings, he steps away from the bed to retrieve your robe whilst you remove the vibrator. He waits for you to wrap it around yourself before he asks.

“Do you need space?”

He isn’t sure of the protocol for this, and he feels unequipped to deal with it. He decides he’s going to take your lead because in the aftermath of something like that it’s about fulfilling your needs.

“I didn’t expect to come.” You tell him, running your hands through your hair. “I was nowhere near close and then I looked at you and…”

“Oh.” He says before he sits down on the edge of the bed.

It puts the two of you on a level playing field. There’s no power dynamics here, just honesty.

“Having you in the room, it excited me. I didn’t realise…” You trail off because honestly you don’t need to say it.

There’s a chemistry between the two of you, one that extends beyond the realms of physicality. You know he feels it, it’s in the way he looks at you, the way he smiles. You think the both of you could have something great together but at the end of the day you’re a cam girl, who ‘gets off’ on camera for money. There’s not a lot of people who can handle that shit.

“It excited me too. You’re an attractive woman and this...” He says as his fingertips trail across the silken rope. “…may have tapped into something that even I wasn’t aware of.”

“Is this your way of telling me you like your women tied up and helpless?” You ask him with a teasing lilt and he sees those walls of yours have gone back up, that the moment of vulnerability you have just exhibited has passed. He concedes to it. You need to process what just happened.

“Only when there’s a safe word involved.” He responds light heartedly before he raises to his feet. “I’m gonna give you some time, when you’re ready come find me and I’ll drop you off home.”

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It’s weird but fucking beautiful

For Nero?

Nero doesn’t expect to fall in love with you but somehow it happens. He thinks it occured over a series of months, a cumulation of being around you in and out of your work environment. He’s seen the made-up version of you, the Cam Girl and then he’s seen the real you, the kind, softer person who looks in on the other girls when their having a bad day, or helps them with their costumes when they need a second pair of hands.

Your compassion, your humanity, it fucking shines.

He thinks that's what he fell in love with.

It’s easy to become jaded in this line of work. You sell yourself for the pleasure of others, it can make you hard, callous. He makes a comment about it when the two of you are both sitting on the tailgate of his truck sharing donuts and coffee after a late-night event.

“How do you stay real?” He asks you and you shrug your shoulders because truthfully you don’t know how to be anything other than yourself.

It comes to ahead the night he walks you home. Your car is in the shop and you only live a couple of blocks away, he made you a promise when you rented that room from him that he’d keep you safe and that includes seeing you to your front door. What he doesn’t count on is the rain storm, they happen frequently in Stockton, it can be sunny one minute then before you know it the heavens open and it’s pouring.

The two of you end up drenched. He finds himself laughing because you look like a drowned rat, hair clinging to your head, mascara running down your cheeks and your clothes accentuating your form. He knows it’s kinda weird but he finds you fucking beautiful in this moment.

Before he even realises what he’s doing he’s kissing you, your face cradled between his palms as his lips brush over yours with a tenderness he’s never allowed himself to feel. He wants this with you, he wants everything you can give him. Your hands grasp the fabric of his shirt as he tries to draw away and he moans leaning into it, because it means this thing it isn’t just onesided. It means that you want him too.

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Hello! I hope you’re doing well. I’m so sorry to hear about your father-in-law. Sending lots of love and hugs.

If you’re feeling up to it, please could I have prompt 15. “I loved you since I knew you” with Nero Padilla?

Thank you ❤️

Once a month you take a week off camming, it’s a way to recharge and catch up on your admin. It’s also the week you’re on your cycle. Most of Nero’s girls do something similar, the ones that needed the money specialised in massage, blowies and handjobs that week.

He always misses you throughout this time. It surprises him how much of a fixture in his day to day you’ve become. When you invite him to the botanical gardens one day he smiles. He hasn’t taken a day off in months except for the time he spends with Lucius.

It’s when the two sit down for the picnic that he feels something shift. The two of you are sprawled out on the grass alongside each other staring up at the clouds when your fingers interlace with his. He tilts his head toward you, his cheek pressing against the plush greenery. He looks into your eyes, and he sees everything in them, the universe, the stars, the sky.

“I love you.” He tells you. “I’ve loved you since the moment we met.”

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Mini Drabble: A Kiss Goodnight - Nero Padilla x Reader

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It’s on the steps of your porch that Nero kisses you goodnight. It’s a sensual act, a slow brush of his lips on yours as his thumb chases along the curve of your jaw. You don’t expect it to happen, but you want it, you want it more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your life. You lean in close, the heat of his body rolling across your skin in the coolness of the night. He exhales as he draws away, his dark eyes staring into yours. You’ve never realised that there’s gold speckled around his iris, that it bleeds into the rich brown hues of his gaze.

“I’m sorry Mami.” He whispers against your mouth, his thumb trailing over the shape of your lower lip. “I just couldn’t seem to help myself.”

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“Shibari is becoming more popular these days.” Nero tells you as he hands back your phone. “And for that price, he could tie me up anyway he wants me.”

You laugh and it’s a rich, lively sound that he finds absolutely captivating.

“My question is will you help me?”

He should have seen it coming.

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Nero Padilla Masterlist

A Kiss Goodnight - Nero just can't help himself.

Weird But Fucking Beautiful - Nero knows it's kinda weird.

The Cam Girl Series:

The Cam Girl - Nero and you come to a mutual agreement.

Shibari (NSFW) - You ask Nero for a favour.

Anything But Decent (NSFW) - Nero helps you make another video.

Roses (NSFW) - Nero and you cross a line.

Day Off - You and Nero spend the day together.

ROI - You have an unusual reaction to Nero's revelation. Companion piece to Day Off

Silk Sheets - Your POV on Nero's revelation. Companion piece to Day Off and ROI

Breaking Point - Nero catches you at breaking point.

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