You’ve created a monster 👿 and because you told me to request you best believe I’m gonna %1000 come thru! So BETCH I am on my knees begging you to please do a part 2 or better yet even a full update 😆 of your Nero/Cam girl series please! I would love her reaction to him confessing his feelings for her and FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WOMAN PLEASE GIVE US THE SMUT WE DESERVE FINALLY!!! You are literally torturing me with these two because every time I read an update you post of them Im left yelling in frustration because the sexual tension is legit torture when you leave us with just a tease of them!!!

So please put me out of my misery and don’t let me endure another moment of torture because I just might break

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Keep up the awesomeness and can’t wait for your next update Queen

Companion piece to Day Off

This did not go the way I planned...

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

You don’t believe him; Nero can see it in your expression. You turn your head back towards the sky, your fingertips slipping from his so that your palm comes to rest upon your stomach. There’s a tension in your shoulders that resonates through your entire body.

“Is that what you say to all the other girls?” You ask him, your voice a rasp as you stare up at the clouds. “Is that why they sell themselves for you?”

“What?” He spits the word out like a curse because never in a million years did, he expect this from you.

There’s an agony blossoming in his chest, and he tries to shut it down, to be rational but truly you’ve shaken him. He can’t understand how he could have been so wrong about a person.

“I know when I’m being played Nero.” You say quietly, toying with the silver rings on your fingers. “I know what it means when a man says that he loves you, I know what’s expected in return.”

“That’s not what…” He trails off, his lips clamping together as he forces himself up into a sitting position, his elbows coming to rest on his knees as he inclines his head towards you. “You’re fucked up you know that?”

You lay there still sprawled on the grass; your arm thrown up over your head like in one of your boudoir shots on the website.

So fucking tempting and so fucking infuriating all at the same time.

“Do you think I’d be doing this job otherwise?” You ask him as you flick your sunglasses down from their place on the top of your head so that they cover your eyes. “Do you think I’d be selling myself if I was ‘normal’?”

Something happened to you, he feels it in his bones. Someone turned you out and once that happens you can never go back. You re-live the ways you’ve been used even when you step away from the life, it carves itself into your psyche. This he realises must be the compromise. The camming.

You don’t hook anymore, but you sell yourself in a different way and it erodes at your soul little by little until there’s nothing left but an emptiness right where it used to be. He thinks that’s what he’s looking at right now, that vastness. Someone reached into the depths of your spirit, and they tore it to pieces. He sees exactly who you are, and he loves you for it, the problem is your experiences have always been transactional, no matter what he says you’ll never believe him.

“I can’t do this anymore.” He tells you with a sigh. “It’s too much. I can’t be around you.”

There’s no way to win, he understands that now. In your mind, he will always be a pimp and you will always be a whore, trying to claw your way out from underneath him, even if it wasn’t him that put you there in the first place.

“Alright.” You say, your voice devoid of emotion. “I’ll get myself out of Diosa tomorrow.”

Hi! How are you? I'd like to ask Taylor's prompt #83 "For you, I would ruin myself" with Chibs Telford, please. Thank you very much! Have a wonderful day! 💜

When Jarry turns up at your house and asks you where Filip was last night, the first thing you say is that he was you. When she asks why he needed a lawyer at 11pm at night you give her a look and that's when she realises that the two of you are in a relationship.

You see the way her demeanour changes, the subtle shift in body language. You were merely the enemy before the encounter, now she looks at you like you're the God damn devil.

"All night?" She asks and you can tell that's it's more for her own benefit than for the report.

"Until 8am." You tell her and she looks at you like you've hit her.

It's only in the aftermath when you think about it that you realise that Filip probably never stayed overnight when they were together.

It was toxic, he had told you.

Now as she stands before you, you can see it. There's a possessiveness in this woman, she likes to own her lovers.

"Bad things happen around men like him." She remarks, tapping her pen on her notepad and you tilt your head to one side.

"Bad things happen all the time." You remind her. "It doesn't mean he's to blame."

"Do you know where he is right now?"

You shrug your shoulders.

"At work I imagine."

There's a flash of something behind her eyes, you know what crazy looks like, you've dealt with it often enough.

You watch as she turns her back on you and climbs back into her squad car. There's dread clawing at the pit of your stomach, it shreds through your insides like glass. It's so acute that you pick up the phone and call Teller Morrow.

Tig picks up the phone and you explain the situation.

"She's just pulled up." He murmurs."I gotta go."

The line goes dead and you know you've set something in motion, something that even you couldn't have predicted.

Hey 🖤😌 I love your writing, and I saw requests were open! I scrolled for a prompt list and love this one from a list you reblogged:

8. "I can't sleep without you here."

Is there anyways I can request that with Chibs? (That man owns me 😂)

Chibs tells you as you lay across from each other wrapped in his navy sheets. His thumb chases over the blush of your cheek as he stares into your eyes. Your lips brush across his pulse point and he inhales suddenly at the intimacy of the sensation.

"I'm not moving in with you Filip." You tell him pointedly. "You don't have enough space."

"Aye lass, I know." He whispers, his nose trailing along yours until he reaches your lips.

"You could move in with me..." You suggest, clasping his wrist as you meet his gaze. "We could make a home out of my place."

"Do you mean it?" He asks you, his lips brushing over yours.

"You can have the garage, set up a little workshop." You murmur in between kisses. "Maybe host poker nights with the guys when I'm out of town so you don't get so lonely."

"Aye, I'd like that." He tells you with a smile, his fingertips tracing small Celtic patterns across your skin.

You give him that look, that sinful little smile of yours before your fingers thread in his hair and you draw him close.

"Why don't you show me how much?"

Hey! Was wondering if you could do "you've been trying to deal with this yourself?" with Neron or Nestor?

You ask Neron as you pick up the glass vial of crack rocks between two fingers and tip it from side to side, you watch as the white chunks clack against each other before setting it back down on the table.

“I need you to take it.” He tells you, his voice hoarse as both his palms come to rest upon the table. “I can’t have it around me.”

You get it, you really do. You can’t be around that booze in any shape or form, as soon as the smell hits you get that craving, you can practically taste the bourbon on your tongue. That’s why you don’t go to bars anymore, why you don’t attend parties when you’re invited. Mateo had brought this into his brother’s house, left it in plain sight. To tempt Neron you think.

He’d underestimated how strong his brother was, how far he’d come since his last stint in rehab.

You pick up the vial and deposit it in your purse.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Neron breathes a sigh of relief before slumping back onto the couch, his palms running over the rough denim of his jeans. You watch as his fingers curl, grasping at the fabric.

“I need to go to a meeting.” He tells you, his dark eyes meeting yours.

He knows that he can be honest with you, that you’ll never judge him when he shows a moment of vulnerability. You pick up your car keys before raising to your feet.

“Let me take you.”

joy, houseplant, tease with Creeper, pretty please! ❤️

I'm so sorry you had to wait so long for this. Also, was this, perhaps, inspired by your read of Butterflies in Leather 0.0 Enjoy!

The jingle of keys echoes off the walls of the empty house.  It isn’t much, but never in your wildest dreams did you even tease at the idea that you could have all of this.  Sure, you have yet to move in so much as a houseplant, but that’s just details.  This is where you’ll spend the rest of your days together.  Looking down at the ring on your left hand, you can barely contain your joy at starting your life as Mrs. Vargas.

Strong arms wrap around you from behind, Neron’s chin hooking over your shoulder.  “Welcome home, wife.”