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warnings: 18+, swearing, use of n word, aggression, strangling, murder, drinking, f! receiving, p!v, drugging etc
i think i deleted this my accident
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we outside to tonightt!!
Cameron really thought he was gonna keep me from going out especially after how he been acting all day, he funny.
Topping off my look for tonight spraying glitter all over my new leopard laced pants and a black fun top pairing that just some black heels, having my 13x4 chocolate brown body wave flowing loosely.
Pregaming some shots before my ride got here listening to Flo Milli, I made sure to take a lot of pictures making sure he saw how sexy I looked without him in the outfit he bought me.
Taking a finally look at myself admiring from head to toe in the mirror noticing the bracelet he got me something about it felt off, removing it and swapping it out for another one before heading out for the night.
Meeting Adriana and a couple of her girls at some club as we were waiting in line to get in, taking more pictures for the gram and just chatting.
Spotting a group of niggas behind us only one stood out to me, a tall tatted darkskin with long dreads giving each other's looks knowing I had to get him inside.
Lots of looks thrown between me and that darkskin man and many shot into the night caught up to me taking a bathroom break Adriana watching out for me, "giirl I'm so gladd you came out tonight I loove youu" shouting over 'Cocky Af' blaring throughout the club she smiled ear to ear "I lovee you too girl I never wanna miss a night to see you Dria" giving her a hug it felt nice to be with someone I know I could trust and actually be safe with.
Exiting the bathroom 'Act up' now playing giving each other looks going back to her friends who were taking more shots; we were having a good time shaking ass rapping along the lyrics, "Act up, you can get snatched up, Act up, you can get snatched up Dirty ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up" me and Dria shouted to each other through the music not aware of anyone else.
Stumbling into someone behind me a hand on my back; turning to face that man finally, "sorry didn't mean to bump into you" giving him a forgiving grin "nah your good, it's my bad should've said something" returning a grin back at me fine shyttt Dria senses the vibes letting us have a moment, "I'm Julian" holding his hand out to me "Vardia" taking his hand in mine, "Sexy name for a Pretty lady."
First, we were sitting at the bar simply talking over drinks only on his tab; somehow ending up back at his place our tongues down each other's throat making out on his bed after our second round. His large hands cupping my bare ass rubbing all over me.
Flipping me over on the bed making his way down my already sticky body wet kisses leaving a trail to my pussy, placing soft kisses all over slowly rubbing the clit I let out a soft gasp as he inserts his tongue inside me pacing slowly holding onto my hips.
Grabbing onto his dreads, "oh my god, Julian," moaning his name out as he inserted himself inside me again, already feeling my stomach tighten tired from the many climaxes he got out of me. As he sped up his pace pushing my legs behind my head, the wet slapping sounds our sticky creamy skin combining with my moans and his groans, "you like this dick huh, best dick you had" he spoke out slamming deeper into my walls tighting around him.
Nodding in response causing him to lightly slap me, "use your words baby" using his free hand to push onto my lower stomach, "yes it's the best!" ready to explode feeling myself at the peak of climax, "I can't hold it anymore baby" my hands on his chest trying to run from him.
"Let it out baby, all over this dick" hearing the green light, I released my juices all over him again as he let out a couple more strokes before pulling out and unloading his warmth on my stomach.
Both of us out of breath and exhausted he placed a kiss on my temple grabbing the warm clothe from the nightside from previous rounds cleaning me off. Honestly shock from how gentle and caring he was the whole time I've been here even after fucking men rarely showed aftercare. like someone I knew
He left the room bringing back some more water for him and myself along with a snack for me as well. Thanking him for both; he showed me where the bathroom was leaving him alone in the room now, looking at myself in the mirror I looked rough, but I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else right now even if I just met him.
Searching through his bathroom he was a pretty clean guy, lots of male scented body washes and skin care everything pretty basic and slightly tidy nothing out of the ordinary I love myself a clean man.
Entering inside his room he laid there under the new sheets and covers, patting a spot on the bed next to him, "Not kicking me out after who are you?" joking with him as I settled in next to him "After everything of course not?" wrapping his arms around me feeling so secure cuddled up with him, "night pretty lady" snuggling me tighter placing another kiss on my temple.
I could really get used to this fuck Cameron.
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It was New Year's Eve and if Dia wanted to be a hoe and go party then I could fuck another bitch
I made a call and got some white girl over here from a guy of mine, she was tiny less experienced than Dia, leading the lady in my spare room handing out a tiny glass to her, "Take it" staring down at her "what is it?" she still tried to seem flirty and curious.
"Did I pay you to ask questions or to fuck me?" tired of the amount of people questioning and testing me today, downing the shot still hesitated compliant. Taking the glass from her tossing it to the ground before pushing her onto the bed more, "strip now" my tone stern she listened following my demands. she might make it out of here
Three rounds later she was worn out, looking a mess her hair all over the place, all sweaty and sticky. she was disgusting "Cameron I'm done" she spoke restlessly laying on the bed, I stared at her as I approached the bed pulling her to the edge rubbing her head, she just looked at my confused, "I need one more from you, ok?" gripping her face she nodded in response.
Sliding myself inside her again she let out another moan as I place my hand around her neck speeding up the pace being ruthless with the strokes, careless about everything around me.
Tightening my grip around her neck more she started to gasp out for air, "c-cam i--i can-" smashing into her some more not knowing whether to moan or beg for her life, "it's almost over" closing my eyes I could feel her pulse through my hands her heartbeat speeding up as she gripped my arms pleading for me to let go.
Her breath now slowing to nothing laying their limp and her eyes empty, I stared at her lifeless body still unsatisfied putting my hands around her neck again snapping it taking another look at her. She was in peace now from the pain
Laying in my bed staring at the Tv all I could think about was Vardia as I jerked off to our sex tapes, I secretly recorded from the hidden cameras I had around the house. All I wanted was her for us to be happy and she wanted to go be a hoe with her friends, maybe I should kill them next-
I can't get used to a life without her; I crave Vardia
Her/Him
warnings: 18+, swearing, use of n word, aggression, strangling, murder, drinking, f! receiving, p!v, drugging etc
i think i deleted this my accident
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we outside to tonightt!!
Cameron really thought he was gonna keep me from going out especially after how he been acting all day, he funny.
Topping off my look for tonight spraying glitter all over my new leopard laced pants and a black fun top pairing that just some black heels, having my 13x4 chocolate brown body wave flowing loosely.
Pregaming some shots before my ride got here listening to Flo Milli, I made sure to take a lot of pictures making sure he saw how sexy I looked without him in the outfit he bought me.
Taking a finally look at myself admiring from head to toe in the mirror noticing the bracelet he got me something about it felt off, removing it and swapping it out for another one before heading out for the night.
Meeting Adriana and a couple of her girls at some club as we were waiting in line to get in, taking more pictures for the gram and just chatting.
Spotting a group of niggas behind us only one stood out to me, a tall tatted darkskin with long dreads giving each other's looks knowing I had to get him inside.
Lots of looks thrown between me and that darkskin man and many shot into the night caught up to me taking a bathroom break Adriana watching out for me, "giirl I'm so gladd you came out tonight I loove youu" shouting over 'Cocky Af' blaring throughout the club she smiled ear to ear "I lovee you too girl I never wanna miss a night to see you Dria" giving her a hug it felt nice to be with someone I know I could trust and actually be safe with.
Exiting the bathroom 'Act up' now playing giving each other looks going back to her friends who were taking more shots; we were having a good time shaking ass rapping along the lyrics, "Act up, you can get snatched up, Act up, you can get snatched up Dirty ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up" me and Dria shouted to each other through the music not aware of anyone else.
Stumbling into someone behind me a hand on my back; turning to face that man finally, "sorry didn't mean to bump into you" giving him a forgiving grin "nah your good, it's my bad should've said something" returning a grin back at me fine shyttt Dria senses the vibes letting us have a moment, "I'm Julian" holding his hand out to me "Vardia" taking his hand in mine, "Sexy name for a Pretty lady."
First, we were sitting at the bar simply talking over drinks only on his tab; somehow ending up back at his place our tongues down each other's throat making out on his bed after our second round. His large hands cupping my bare ass rubbing all over me.
Flipping me over on the bed making his way down my already sticky body wet kisses leaving a trail to my pussy, placing soft kisses all over slowly rubbing the clit I let out a soft gasp as he inserts his tongue inside me pacing slowly holding onto my hips.
Grabbing onto his dreads, "oh my god, Julian," moaning his name out as he inserted himself inside me again, already feeling my stomach tighten tired from the many climaxes he got out of me. As he sped up his pace pushing my legs behind my head, the wet slapping sounds our sticky creamy skin combining with my moans and his groans, "you like this dick huh, best dick you had" he spoke out slamming deeper into my walls tighting around him.
Nodding in response causing him to lightly slap me, "use your words baby" using his free hand to push onto my lower stomach, "yes it's the best!" ready to explode feeling myself at the peak of climax, "I can't hold it anymore baby" my hands on his chest trying to run from him.
"Let it out baby, all over this dick" hearing the green light, I released my juices all over him again as he let out a couple more strokes before pulling out and unloading his warmth on my stomach.
Both of us out of breath and exhausted he placed a kiss on my temple grabbing the warm clothe from the nightside from previous rounds cleaning me off. Honestly shock from how gentle and caring he was the whole time I've been here even after fucking men rarely showed aftercare. like someone I knew
He left the room bringing back some more water for him and myself along with a snack for me as well. Thanking him for both; he showed me where the bathroom was leaving him alone in the room now, looking at myself in the mirror I looked rough, but I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else right now even if I just met him.
Searching through his bathroom he was a pretty clean guy, lots of male scented body washes and skin care everything pretty basic and slightly tidy nothing out of the ordinary I love myself a clean man.
Entering inside his room he laid there under the new sheets and covers, patting a spot on the bed next to him, "Not kicking me out after who are you?" joking with him as I settled in next to him "After everything of course not?" wrapping his arms around me feeling so secure cuddled up with him, "night pretty lady" snuggling me tighter placing another kiss on my temple.
I could really get used to this fuck Cameron.
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It was New Year's Eve and if Dia wanted to be a hoe and go party then I could fuck another bitch
I made a call and got some white girl over here from a guy of mine, she was tiny less experienced than Dia, leading the lady in my spare room handing out a tiny glass to her, "Take it" staring down at her "what is it?" she still tried to seem flirty and curious.
"Did I pay you to ask questions or to fuck me?" tired of the amount of people questioning and testing me today, downing the shot still hesitated compliant. Taking the glass from her tossing it to the ground before pushing her onto the bed more, "strip now" my tone stern she listened following my demands. she might make it out of here
Three rounds later she was worn out, looking a mess her hair all over the place, all sweaty and sticky. she was disgusting "Cameron I'm done" she spoke restlessly laying on the bed, I stared at her as I approached the bed pulling her to the edge rubbing her head, she just looked at my confused, "I need one more from you, ok?" gripping her face she nodded in response.
Sliding myself inside her again she let out another moan as I place my hand around her neck speeding up the pace being ruthless with the strokes, careless about everything around me.
Tightening my grip around her neck more she started to gasp out for air, "c-cam i--i can-" smashing into her some more not knowing whether to moan or beg for her life, "it's almost over" closing my eyes I could feel her pulse through my hands her heartbeat speeding up as she gripped my arms pleading for me to let go.
Her breath now slowing to nothing laying their limp and her eyes empty, I stared at her lifeless body still unsatisfied putting my hands around her neck again snapping it taking another look at her. She was in peace now from the pain
Laying in my bed staring at the Tv all I could think about was Vardia as I jerked off to our sex tapes, I secretly recorded from the hidden cameras I had around the house. All I wanted was her for us to be happy and she wanted to go be a hoe with her friends, maybe I should kill them next-
I can't get used to a life without her; I crave Vardia
OUUUU!! He’s so fine I just wanna jump his bones😫😫
FINEEEEE SHYTTT
Him
warnings: 18+, swearing, use of n word, arguing, forced aggression, mentions of sex, crazy cam
Happy new year's mls enjoy!! 💜 will do a mini her/him chapter da morning been writing since 2am 😶
wp: n-3-l-y for whole fic and more otw
also came to a conclusion that this fic will have two endings....
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Next time I need to keep a closer eye on her, she can't see that room-not yet
I left Dia in her new closet, vanity room to getting ready for our long day, needing to get take a phone call outside on the balcony; a place I knew she wouldn't be listening. "I told you not to fucking call today" annoyed in always having to repeat myself to idiots.
"I just wanted to let you know how close we are mister Cade" Rod sounded nervous he was nothing but a punk ass driver. "Why aren't you there yet, it's been two days" tired of waiting for my other guests to arrive. "It's kinda hard to find people who move around a lot plus your source doesn't seem too reliable" hearing Carl chuckling in the background.
"Let me tell you something, either you shut the fuck up and do your job's or I'll send others to do yours plus some, I know where your daughter lays her head...didn't she just turn five?" having no hesitation in my actions.
"I-I'll get it done-" his voice dropped empty, "don't call me till you got them" hanging up before he could respond; I didn't care who did the job as long as it was done that's all I cared about anyone would do it for the right amount of money.
She appeared behind me observing me through the sliding glass door, exchanging looks at each other; I wondered how long she was standing there hoping she didn't hear the call.
Coming back inside she looked too sexy in a full one piece snatching every part of her curves perfectly, her hair straightened different from her curly styles, "you look too good ma." not taking my eyes of her face the way everything caught my attention even the smallest scar could change that.
"Thank you, Cam," she replied grinning at me her face had a questioning look, "what's with that look?" coming closer to her. She just nodded me off like it was nothing, "I asked you question." towering over her; backed up on the glass door she stood her ground, "why did you go outside to talk on the phone?" why did you always have to be so nosey.
"it's just my manager its business" being the one to break first; walking into our room grabbing anything else I needed before heading out, "what kinda business, football shit?" she followed questioning me.
"Yeah, just football business, get off my dick Dia" brushing past her on the way out. "Yo what's your problem?" determined to get something out of me. "You ready to go, I'm not tryna fight with you right now" ending it off before doing something I wouldn't regret.
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The drive to the outlets was silent no one talked no music played just silences; I didn't mind though gave me time to be in my head and it was better than her questioning me. I needed to put a rush on this plan before it went to shit too early, everything I did would go to "waste".
Hours walking around shops were what I wanted to do the least but at least it kept her happy and, in my view, not at some hoe-y club she thought she belonged to. We checked out some racks taking as long as she wanted, the only ones in the store other than the three workers there was no rush to go.
I kept feeling eyes on us which was normal being the only ones in the store, but I couldn't let it go after I noticed the eyes weren't on me but on Dia. Some light skin nigga just kept looking her way as if I wasn't on her ass the minute we stepped in here, and I just knew she was entertaining him.
"You need his help or something?" talking low enough for her to hear, "what are you talking about?" pretending like I pretty much haven't been seeing them eye fuck each other. "don't play with me you been checking that nigga" raising my voice slightly still trying to keep it private.
"I ain't checking no one, ain't no one worried about him tf, your tweaking dude" shaking her head she thought shit was sweet we gon see. Calling out the worker she wanna play eye games with, "hello, how can I help you?" nigga wanted to be all polite and shit; Dia eying me, "you wanna fuck my girl?" questioning him off the bat both of them shocked speechless, "Cam-" cutting her off "I know you wanna fuck her the way you can't keep your eyes off her" getting in his face.
"I don't know what you're talking about nigga" finally opening his mouth feeling real bold now "Cameron leave him alone" trying to pull me away from him, "look at her again, and I'll find you" glaring at him he nodded in response shoving him away.
"Your fucking tripping nigga like actually what the fuck" she was pissed but she needed to know who she belongs to, tossing everything she held at me; I just left a stack knowing it was more than enough walking out the shop after her not caring about the alarms blaring.
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Another silent drive this one sounding more silent somehow as she ignored everything, I said texting on her phone her screen been darken so I couldn't see, "Where you wanna eat Dia?" asking for the third time the next wasn't gonna be positive "whatever you want just take me home" not taking her eyes off her phone.
"No, you're not, you're not hungry?" wondering who got her attention "nah, I am but I'll eat with my friends they invited me out for New year's so-" cutting her off "what friends and you didn't even ask me to go out?" like she aint know the rules.
"Your funny, I don't gonna ask you shit we ain't together, never were remember?" chuckling this this shit was funny, "Don't matter you're not going anywhere without me" trying to grab her phone.
Smacking my hand away, "don't touch my shit bro drop me off now" putting her phone in her purse "You're not going nowhere bitch" trying to grab on her arm, speeding up on the highway trying to get home. "Fuck you nigga, take me home now I swear to God" shoving my hand away; she wanted to make this harder than what it is.
"You ain't gonna do shit, Dia" she glared at me smacking me in the face "who ain't gonna do shit, let me out now" ready to hop out on the side of the road "You wanna slap me?" my tone darkened; the things I could do to her right now.
"LET ME OUT THE FUCKING CAR!" shouting in response I pulled over to the side of the road ten minutes by her crib it was dark no lights, but she wanted to go cool.
Slamming the door on her way out I roll the window down following her, "Dia come on, I'm sorry okay" just wanting to be good. She ignored me continuing to walk her arms crossed, "We could get food at Diego's and drinks from Ace's they make your favorites right? Or smoke weed with the rose leaves you like" still ignoring me I only got angrier.
"We could have some nasty cross faded sex... Let me take care of you, you know I love you Vardia." giving me the middle finger in response, "Whatever fuck you bitch, good luck getting home." Driving past her watching her disappear through the rearview mirror, telling myself she wanted this and I knew she would be back by the morning begging for this dick.
you wanna go out... that's coo I got my eyes on you I'll always know where you are hoe.
currently 6 am goodnight and morning baddiess 💜

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Him
warnings: 18+, swearing, use of n word, arguing, forced aggression, mentions of sex, crazy cam
Happy new year's mls enjoy!! 💜 will do a mini her/him chapter da morning been writing since 2am 😶
wp: n-3-l-y for whole fic and more otw
also came to a conclusion that this fic will have two endings....
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Next time I need to keep a closer eye on her, she can't see that room-not yet
I left Dia in her new closet, vanity room to getting ready for our long day, needing to get take a phone call outside on the balcony; a place I knew she wouldn't be listening. "I told you not to fucking call today" annoyed in always having to repeat myself to idiots.
"I just wanted to let you know how close we are mister Cade" Rod sounded nervous he was nothing but a punk ass driver. "Why aren't you there yet, it's been two days" tired of waiting for my other guests to arrive. "It's kinda hard to find people who move around a lot plus your source doesn't seem too reliable" hearing Carl chuckling in the background.
"Let me tell you something, either you shut the fuck up and do your job's or I'll send others to do yours plus some, I know where your daughter lays her head...didn't she just turn five?" having no hesitation in my actions.
"I-I'll get it done-" his voice dropped empty, "don't call me till you got them" hanging up before he could respond; I didn't care who did the job as long as it was done that's all I cared about anyone would do it for the right amount of money.
She appeared behind me observing me through the sliding glass door, exchanging looks at each other; I wondered how long she was standing there hoping she didn't hear the call.
Coming back inside she looked too sexy in a full one piece snatching every part of her curves perfectly, her hair straightened different from her curly styles, "you look too good ma." not taking my eyes of her face the way everything caught my attention even the smallest scar could change that.
"Thank you, Cam," she replied grinning at me her face had a questioning look, "what's with that look?" coming closer to her. She just nodded me off like it was nothing, "I asked you question." towering over her; backed up on the glass door she stood her ground, "why did you go outside to talk on the phone?" why did you always have to be so nosey.
"it's just my manager its business" being the one to break first; walking into our room grabbing anything else I needed before heading out, "what kinda business, football shit?" she followed questioning me.
"Yeah, just football business, get off my dick Dia" brushing past her on the way out. "Yo what's your problem?" determined to get something out of me. "You ready to go, I'm not tryna fight with you right now" ending it off before doing something I wouldn't regret.
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The drive to the outlets was silent no one talked no music played just silences; I didn't mind though gave me time to be in my head and it was better than her questioning me. I needed to put a rush on this plan before it went to shit too early, everything I did would go to "waste".
Hours walking around shops were what I wanted to do the least but at least it kept her happy and, in my view, not at some hoe-y club she thought she belonged to. We checked out some racks taking as long as she wanted, the only ones in the store other than the three workers there was no rush to go.
I kept feeling eyes on us which was normal being the only ones in the store, but I couldn't let it go after I noticed the eyes weren't on me but on Dia. Some light skin nigga just kept looking her way as if I wasn't on her ass the minute we stepped in here, and I just knew she was entertaining him.
"You need his help or something?" talking low enough for her to hear, "what are you talking about?" pretending like I pretty much haven't been seeing them eye fuck each other. "don't play with me you been checking that nigga" raising my voice slightly still trying to keep it private.
"I ain't checking no one, ain't no one worried about him tf, your tweaking dude" shaking her head she thought shit was sweet we gon see. Calling out the worker she wanna play eye games with, "hello, how can I help you?" nigga wanted to be all polite and shit; Dia eying me, "you wanna fuck my girl?" questioning him off the bat both of them shocked speechless, "Cam-" cutting her off "I know you wanna fuck her the way you can't keep your eyes off her" getting in his face.
"I don't know what you're talking about nigga" finally opening his mouth feeling real bold now "Cameron leave him alone" trying to pull me away from him, "look at her again, and I'll find you" glaring at him he nodded in response shoving him away.
"Your fucking tripping nigga like actually what the fuck" she was pissed but she needed to know who she belongs to, tossing everything she held at me; I just left a stack knowing it was more than enough walking out the shop after her not caring about the alarms blaring.
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Another silent drive this one sounding more silent somehow as she ignored everything, I said texting on her phone her screen been darken so I couldn't see, "Where you wanna eat Dia?" asking for the third time the next wasn't gonna be positive "whatever you want just take me home" not taking her eyes off her phone.
"No, you're not, you're not hungry?" wondering who got her attention "nah, I am but I'll eat with my friends they invited me out for New year's so-" cutting her off "what friends and you didn't even ask me to go out?" like she aint know the rules.
"Your funny, I don't gonna ask you shit we ain't together, never were remember?" chuckling this this shit was funny, "Don't matter you're not going anywhere without me" trying to grab her phone.
Smacking my hand away, "don't touch my shit bro drop me off now" putting her phone in her purse "You're not going nowhere bitch" trying to grab on her arm, speeding up on the highway trying to get home. "Fuck you nigga, take me home now I swear to God" shoving my hand away; she wanted to make this harder than what it is.
"You ain't gonna do shit, Dia" she glared at me smacking me in the face "who ain't gonna do shit, let me out now" ready to hop out on the side of the road "You wanna slap me?" my tone darkened; the things I could do to her right now.
"LET ME OUT THE FUCKING CAR!" shouting in response I pulled over to the side of the road ten minutes by her crib it was dark no lights, but she wanted to go cool.
Slamming the door on her way out I roll the window down following her, "Dia come on, I'm sorry okay" just wanting to be good. She ignored me continuing to walk her arms crossed, "We could get food at Diego's and drinks from Ace's they make your favorites right? Or smoke weed with the rose leaves you like" still ignoring me I only got angrier.
"We could have some nasty cross faded sex... Let me take care of you, you know I love you Vardia." giving me the middle finger in response, "Whatever fuck you bitch, good luck getting home." Driving past her watching her disappear through the rearview mirror, telling myself she wanted this and I knew she would be back by the morning begging for this dick.
you wanna go out... that's coo I got my eyes on you I'll always know where you are hoe.
currently 6 am goodnight and morning baddiess 💜
mine ‹𝟹 tyriq withers
PAIRING: tyriq withers as “cameron ‘cam’ cade” from “him (2025)” x black!fem!plus-sized!reader
SUMMARY: inspired by “That’s Me Right There” by Jasmine V & Kendrick Lamar + the intro of this edit + this edit as well + in which you and Cameron go to a party together and some guy tries to hit on you while you’re with your friends, but when you refuse his advances, he insults you instead. unfortunately for him, Cameron won’t let it slide. 🤍
TAGLIST: @myhobari @ga33y3 @lovrrrrfuse @sunflowerhoneybaby @kia-not-soul @simplementemeencantafutbol @mack18l-blog @punksyeet @chubbyblackhottie @sosolen @wovennebulathought @tatumcelts @spencerreidismyhusband123 @spookyfirefest @nuetralcolorsenthusiast @pinkkycherrish @k0niiii-blog @marisshos @bluebiva 🤍
Haunted C.C
Warnings: NONCON/DUBCON!!!!!, psycho!Cameron, depictions of m!rder, st*lking, domestic v!olence, angst, smut, sad ending, blackfem!reader
a/n: @darkseidex she is literallyyy the goat and the only reason I’m back.. go check her work out!!
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summary: the one where you and cameron become parents and you have to ease his worries
word count: ~3.8k
pairing: cameron cade x black!reader
warnings: little angsty, feelings of inadequacy, tons of reassurance, sad!cameron, hints of toxic masculinity, fluff
a/n: vulnerable!cameron cade is one of my favorite tropes
my wattpad is n-3-l-y, my current story is on there as long as other fanfics im starting in da morning!!

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It felt refreshing walking up this morning to warm blankets, extra soft pillows and strangely the scent of him. But it felt empty beside me his presence missing leaving the silhouette as a reminder of existence. The feeling of him last night, inside me squeezing his way in only caring to pleasure me was a side I thought wasn’t him. Maybe giving him a chance wouldn’t hurt, right?
The smell of fresh waffles dragged through the halls entering a kitchen larger than my apartment. He stood towards the counter Cam’s shirtless bare back only giving me imagines of how scratch up I could leave it.
Pulled out of my imagination to the sound of a finished plate of breakfast hitting the table, “nice to see your finally up” looking over at the clock one thirty-five pm stood in bold. I missed half of my classes panic came over me, “why didn’t you wake me I had classes dude” turning away in frustration. “Don’t worry about that, I handled it for you" that sly smirk plated on his face. I could only imagine what he did.
“What did you do exactly?” challenging his actions, “like I said don't worry about it come sit, now” this time sounding more commanding. Sitting at the counter he slides my plate towards me; Belgian waffles drizzled in syrup with cut up bananas and blueberries on the side. Along with Sunnyside eggs, and sausage but not just any kind, it was pork sausage.
Growing up I developed an allergy to certain foods and one of them was sausage, that being the only one I could eat. I glared at him wondering how he could possibly know something like that only my deadbeat parents could know. Questioning how he could’ve known this I just assumed it was luck, “You're in shock to see your favorite breakfast? even used pork for you don't want you dying on me” plating a kiss on my hand.
Shit was so weird already I knew he had this stalker vibe, but this allergy thing really freaked me out. After we ate, Cameron said he had some issues to handle which left me all alone in his house to explore and snoop.
Going through the rooms searching corners, nothing was out of the ordinary, trophies money stacks and junk scattered around. I figured there was nothing else to see till I saw a flight of stairs down a dark hall.
The door was completely different from the rest of the house going down the steps; a padlock sat on the wall next to the door. Only four numbers to get through the door putting my ear to the door I heard faint moving inside, a creak on the floor, “What are you doing” I jumped seeing him on the top of the stairs his darken figure, “Nothing just looking around” he stepped down the stairs the steps getting harder and louder.
“What's behind the door?” Standing my ground as he approached me, “You wanna find out” his hand softly grazing my face then gripping my neck. “Cameron-” tightening his grip his eyes went cold for a moment than releasing his grasp taking a step back.
“What the fuck is wrong with you” relieving myself from the loss of air, “I'm sorry ma I don't know what got into me” reaching out for me I interfered pushing his hands away.
“Let me show you something” leading me up the stairs I hesitated but strayed behind him. Leading me towards a different colored door, I was sure I seen everything. Opening the door, I was shocked.
Different types of clothes, shoes and bags organized perfectly evenly, walking towards the island in the center of the room gorgeous gems and rimstones flashed through the glass top. Going through the giant closet, every piece was perfect a purse for every outfit, every piece being my size, even the jewelry.
I turned to Cam who just idolized me watching my every move “it took me a minute to set this up I wanted you to have clothes here just in case you, you know wanna stay” coming my way, “this is a lot Cam you really didn’t have to” closing the space between us.
“I wanted to Dia just appreciate it” resting his hands on my hips “I do thank you really” taking in this moment I felt something I haven’t in a long time, letting myself be happy for once grinning at him, returning one at me it felt good to have this.
“If you really wanna thank me, be ready in an hour I have something else planned as well” plating a kiss on my head, I could get used to those “your just full of surprises.”
Touch Me Like You Miss Me
"Cameron, I'm so tired of repeating myself!" Your voice echoed through the apartment, louder than you meant, but you didn't care anymore. Your hands were shaking, and not from fear-just pure, exhausted anger.
He shot right back. "Tired? You're tired? All you do is accuse me of things I'm not doing!"
"Oh, please," you snapped, stepping forward. "You don't listen, you don't show up, you don't care until I'm already fed up. And then you want to play victim."
He threw his hands in the air. "Because you blow everything out of proportion! Every little thing becomes a whole scene with you!"
"Oh wow," you laughed, but it was sharp, painful. "So now I'm the problem? I'm dramatic? I'm the issue? Got it. Great."
Cameron's jaw tightened. "I didn't say you're the problem-"
"You didn't have to!" you cut him off. "Your actions say it every damn day!"
He stepped closer, frustration radiating off him. "Why are you doing this? Why do you always have to push?"
"Because you don't fight for anything!" you shouted back. "Not for this relationship, not for me-nothing! You shut down and expect me to just deal with it."
His voice rose again. "Because every time I try, you walk away!"
"I walk away because you don't give me anything to stay for!"
The silence after that line was brutal.
You grabbed your bag, fed up, chest tight, heart hurting in a way you couldn't swallow anymore. Your voice came out lower this time-shaky but firm:
"If I walk out that door, Cameron... if you let me leave tonight..." You swallowed hard. "I'm not coming back."
Something flickered in his expression-fear, regret, something dangerously close to breaking. For one second, you thought he'd reach for you. Stop you. Say something real.
But then he looked away. Looked down. Stepped aside.
"Do what you want," he muttered, voice cold. "I'm done arguing."
The words hit like a punch.
You stared at him-waiting, hoping, begging silently that he'd say anything that sounded like love.
But he didn't.
So you nodded, even though it hurt.
"Alright", you whispered.
And you walked.
Footsteps... None.
No voice calling your name.
No hand grabbing your wrist.
Just the sharp, final click of the door behind you.
Twelve months is a long time. Long enough to heal. Long enough to level up. Long enough to become the woman you always knew you could be.
Your mind? Clearer. Your Confidence? Unshakeable. Your body? Curvier, Softer in the right places, tighter in others-glowing like you learned how to love yourself from scratch.
You arrived forty-five minutes late, but in the kind of entrance that made lateness look intentional.
Flowers in one hand, a gift bag in the other, and a big bouquet of balloons trailing behind you- you walked into the dining room with a smile that could've lit the whole place up.
Everyone turned.
"Girl, finally!" your friend laughed, pushing back her chair as you approached.
"I know, I know, I'm late," you said, pulling her into a warm hug. "Traffic was disgusting, and the florist wanted to fight me... but I'm here."
You handed her the flowers and gift bag, kissing her cheek. "You deserve all this, birthday queen."
"Awww, stop, you're so sweet," she giggled, taking everything from you. "Come sit, we just started eating."
You look around the table-full, every seat taken, everyone chatting, plates full.
Except for one.
The empty seat.
The one you hadn't noticed because you were too busy playing the perfect guest.
And sitting right beside it... was Cameron Cade.
You felt his stare before you even turned fully toward him. Like heat on your skin. Like memory. Like regret.
Your friend pointed cheerfully at the empty chair. "There, babe! Sit next to Cameron."
You froze for half a second - barely noticeable - but he noticed.
Of course he did.
He sat up straighter, almost like he didn't trust what he was seeing. His eyes dragged over you slowly, carefully, like he was trying to put together pieces of the woman you'd become in a year.
Your friend was already walking away with her gifts, oblivious to the silent earthquake happening beside the table. You swallowed, plastering a polite smile on your face, even though your heart was doing its own drum solo.
"Perfect," you said lightly, sliding into the chair. "This should be... fun."
Cameron didn't take his eyes off of you.
Not for a second.
And when you finally glanced at him, he whispered low enough that only you could hear:
"You look... wow."
You lifted your napkin, laid it across your lap and replied quietly:
"I know."
But you didn't look at him.
Not yet.
Let him stare.
Let him feel.
Let him regret.
The night had only started.
Cam's POV
He didn't expect you. Not tonight. Not here. Not this version of you.
The second you walked in - flowers, balloons, that damn dress hugging you like it was made for you - his heart stopped. For a whole second he swore he forgot how to breathe.
He told himself he'd look away. Act unbothered. Pretend he wasn't falling apart just from seeing you.
Yeah... that didn't happen.
He couldn't take his eyes off you.
You hugged your friend, laughing, your voice softer but sharper somehow - like you'd grown into yourself. Like the girl he remembered had become a woman while he stayed exactly the same.
God, you were beautiful before... but now?
Now you were dangerous.
Then your friend pointed at the only open chair. Next to him.
He watched your body pause - subtle, controlled, polite - but he caught it. He felt it like a punch in the chest.
You didn't want to sit by him. And you hid it so well most people wouldn't notice.
But he noticed everything about you. He always had. He just never appreciated it until it was too late.
When you sat down beside him, you didn't even look at him. Not glance. Not a quick "hey." Not even the cold, annoyed eye-roll he used to get when you were mad.
Nothing.
You treated him like air.
It killed him. And somehow made him want you even more.
He stared at your profile - the way your lashes brushed your cheek, the curve of your lips as you smiled at someone across the table, the way you sat straighter now, like your confidence was its own spotlight.
He remembered the night you left. The door closing. The silence after. How he fell apart the second you were gone.
And now here you were - glowing, leveled up, happy without him - and he couldn't even say your name.
When he finally whispered, "You look... wow." it was pathetic compared to what he really wanted to say:
I missed you.
I'm sorry.
I hate myself for letting you go.
I haven't stopped thinking about you for a single damn day.
Don't ignore me... please.
Your response? "I know."
Two tiny words. Sharp, Effortless, Untouched by him.
And you still didn't look at him. Not even once.
It destroyed him. But it also lit something inside him he hadn't felt in a year - this burning, aching craving. Not just for your body... but for your attention, your voice, your fire, your softness, your everything.
He wanted you back.
Not just in his bed. In his life.
And sitting there next to you, invisible to you, he realized the thing that terrified him most:
You didn't need him anymore.
And for the first time in his life... Cameron Cade was scared he would never get another chance.
Your POV
The moment you sat down, you knew he was staring. Not normal staring. The kind that crawled up your spine, warmed the back of your neck, and practically whispered, Look at me.
You didn't.
Not even a little.
You adjusted your napkin, fixed your dress, smile at the person across from you - anything to make it obvious you weren't acknowledging the man beside you.
The same man who let you walk out a year ago without a word.
Let him suffer.
Everyone at the table was chatting, laughing, passing dishes, but in your head? You could practically hear Cameron breathing.
He was that close.
You kept your eyes on your plate as you reached for the bread basket, calm and slow, like he wasn't two inches away practically melting in his chair.
You felt him watching the way you moved. The way your wrist bent. The way you pushed your hair behind your ear.
A year ago, you would've met his stare. Asked why he was being weird. Tried to fix it.
Not anymore.
You leveled up. Mind, body, spirit - everything.
He didn't get access to you just because he wanted it again.
At one point, your friend asked you something across the table, and while you answered, you heard Cameron shift in his seat. Leaning closer. Like he wanted to catch your scent. Hear your voice better. Remind himself what he lost.
You didn't give him the satisfaction.
You answered the question with a bright smile, your eyes never drifting his way.
But inside?
You felt everything.
How tense he was. How quiet he'd gotten. How his knee brushed yours under the table - barely a graze, maybe accidental... maybe not.
You moved your leg away casually, like you didn't feel spark go through you.
You wondered if he noticed.
Of course he noticed.
You took a sip of your drink, letting the ice clink against the glass as you set it down, finally giving yourself one stolen second glance at him from the corner of your eye.
He looked wrecked.
Eyes low. Jaw tight. Chest rising a little too fast.
And he was looking at you like you were the first thing he'd seen in a long time that actually made him feel something.
You turned back to your plate immediately.
He didn't deserve that look from you. Not yet.
Maybe not ever.
Let him crave. Let him regret. Let him sit there and remember the moment he stepped aside and let you walk out that door.
Tonight?
You were the one in control. And he knew it.
The party had shifted from dinner to a relaxed, candle-it lounge vibe - music, drinks flowing, people laughing in clusters around the room.
You were talking with two friends when Dontae wandered over, drink in hand, giving you that familiar half-smile.
"Well, look who decided to show up," he teased lightly.
You laughed. "I told you I was coming, chill."
He leaned closer just enough to hear you over the music - not touching, not crowded - just comfortably familiar.
"You look different," he said, eyes sweeping quickly then snapping back up. "In a good way. A really good way."
You felt warmth rise to your cheeks - not because of him, but because you knew who was watching from across the room.
"Thank you," you said casually, giving him a small smile.
You and Dontae talked - light banter, old jokes, nothing deep. He wasn't all over you, just friendly. Playful. That easy harmless kind of attention you didn't mind when you knew it was driving someone else crazy.
He chuckled. "You wanna dance?"
You didn't hesitate. Didn't scan the room. Didn't check for Cameron.
You just said, "Sure, like it was the simplest decision in the world.
But inside?
Inside you felt the exact moment Cameron locked onto you - like the air shifted, like someone whispered your name across the room without speaking it. You didn't look at him. You refused to give him that satisfaction.
Instead, you walked onto the dance floor with Dontae, every step slow, controlled, deliberate.
Dontae kept his hands respectful - one near your waist but not touching, the other guiding lightly. Nothing intimate. Nothing scandalous. Just enough to look good.
You laughed at something he said, letting your head tilt back slightly.
Unbothered. Casual. Chill. But your mind? Your mind was a storm. He's watching. Good. Feel it. Feel every second you lost.
Dontae leaned in, voice low so only you could hear. "You know he's staring, right? Like, hard."
You looked at Donate with a slow knowing smirk.
"Oh, you want him mad," he whispered. "You're dangerous."
You shrugged, biting back your smile, "I'm just dancing."
But you weren't. You knew exactly what you were doing.
You swayed a little closer - not touching, just enough to make it look like a moment. And you felt it - Cameron's stare sharpening like a blade, heat crawling over your skin from across the room.
You didn't let your expression change. Not once.
Dontae laughed softly. "He looks like he's about to walk over here and ruin both our evenings."
"Not my problem," you said lightly.
But your heart beat faster.
Because it was the point.
Because you wanted him to snap.
You moved with the music, fluid and effortless, ignoring the tension crackling from the corner of your vision.
Every time Dontae spun you or leaned in close to say something, you felt Cameron's jealousy coil tighter.
Dontae leaned in again, voice almost amused. "He's coming."
You kept dancing like you hadn't heard him.
Then you finally - finally - let your eyes flick over, just a glance - catching Cameron stalking toward you slow and controlled, jaw tight, eyes dark.
You looked away instantly, pretending you hadn't seen a thing.
Inside?
You were screaming with satisfaction.
Outside?
You didn't miss a beat.
Cameron's POV
I'd been watching you for fifteen minutes.
Fifteen minutes of pretending I wasn't tracking every move you made. Fifteen minutes of forcing myself to stay where I was, telling myself I had no right to feel anything.
Until Dontae stepped in front of you. Gosh that fucking Dontae, I could rip his head off right about now.
You smiled - carless, unbothered - like nothing could touch you. And it kilt me.
He asked you to dance. You said yes in the kind voice that made my chest twist. And then you and him were on that dance floor.
Not pressed together. Not intimate. Nothing that should've driven me insane. But it did.
Because you were happy. Because you were glowing. Because I wasn't the reason anymore.
And because every time he leaned in to talk to you, you laughed like you didn't feel me watching you, burning holes straight through him.
Except you did. I knew you did.
You didn't look at me once - not a single glance - which meant you knew exactly where I was. Knew I was watching. Knew It was killing me.
That's what made it worse. You were doing it on purpose. My jaw locked. My chest tightened. And I couldn't take it anymore.
I started walking towards you, each step heavier than the last, the edges of my vision blurring with heat. I saw Dontae look up first - he stepped back a little, smirking like this was entertainment.
Then you turned. And everything in me stopped. Your eyes met mine slow and confident. No guilt. No apology. Just a challenge.
And that smirk.
That slow, devilish, knowing smirk that told me you were fully aware of what you were doing to me. And you liked it.
Something in me snapped cleanly in half.
Didn't think. Didn't ask. Didn't consider the crowd, the music, the birthday girl - none of it.
I just grabbed your wrist. You didn't have time to react before I pulled you through the sliding doors and out onto the balcony, the cool night air hitting us like a bucket of ice over a bonfire.
You yanked your hand back immediately. Of course you did.
"Don't touch me like that," you snapped, chin lifted, eyes sharp enough to slice me open.
Good. I deserved the cuts.
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to breathe, trying not to drag you right back against me like my body instinctively wanted.
"We're doing this now?" you asked with a mocking little laugh. "You had a whole year to say something. Now suddenly you're bold."
"I'm bold because you know damn well you shouldn't be letting him touch you like that," I shot back, stepping closer before I realized I was doing it.
You blinked. Then your mouth curved into the slow, lethal smile that always meant I was screwed.
"Ohhh, so you get to let me walk out your door-" You jabbed your finger into my chest.
"—and ignore me for months-"
Another jab.
"—but the second I live my life? Suddenly you care?"
"I never stopped caring," | said, louder than I meant to.
Loud enough that someone inside probably heard. "You think I didn't feel it when you walked out? You think I didn't replay that night a thousand times? You think I don't know I was the one who fucked up?"
You lifted your eyebrows. "Wow. A whole confession. Look at you. Growth."
"I'm serious."
"So am I." You crossed your arms. "Whatever guilt trip you're trying to play? Not working."
I laughed once-bitter, sharp, painful.
"You're really gonna stand there and act like you feel nothing?"
"I didn't say that."
Your voice lowered. Soft. Dangerous.
It hit me harder than the yelling ever could.
"You're dancing with him like-" I gestured helplessly.
"Like you didn't ever dance with me. Like I didn't-like we didn't-"
"Like what, Cameron?" you cut in. "Spell it out. Since we're finally talking about things."
I stepped closer. Close enough to smell your perfume.
Close enough that my pulse jumped just from breathing the same air as you.
"Like you weren't mine," I said quietly, "and I wasn't stupid enough to lose you."
Your lips parted-shock, anger, disbelief, all flickering in your eyes.
Then:
"You did lose me," you whispered. "You let me walk."
"And I've regretted it every damn day."
You looked away, swallowing hard, but I caught your jaw, turning your face back to me.
"But don't get it twisted," | added, voice low. "Watching you with him tonight? That almost killed me. And if you think I'm leaving this party without saying what I should've said a year ago-"
You pulled back, quick, like my touch burned.
"Oh, no. You don't get to decide when we talk. Not anymore."
I tried taking another step toward you, but you held up a hand.
And even though your voice was steady, your eyes weren't.
"I'm not the girl who begged you to care," you said. "You don't get that version of me again."
I stared at you-a year of regret, hunger, frustration, and longing hitting all at once so hard I almost reached for you anyway.
Almost.
But I didn't.
"Then tell me what version of you I get," I whispered.
"Because whatever it is...I'll take it."
Your breath caught.
You looked like you wanted to scream at me.
Or kiss me.
Or both.
But then the balcony door slid open.
Someone called your name.
And just like that, you slipped past me and walked inside
-your dress shimmering, your hair bouncing, your presence electric.
And for the second time in my life...
...I watched you walk away.
But this time?
I wasn't letting it end there.
Your POV
The second the balcony door closed behind you, the music hit you like a wave.
Too loud.
Too bright.
Too many people.
Too many feelings you weren't supposed to still have.
Your chest felt tight, like every breath had to fight its way out.
You mumbled something to the birthday girl—a smile, a quick "bathroom, be right back"—and then you slipped down the hallway, opening the first empty door you found.
A spare room.
Dim. Quiet.
Safe.
You shut the door behind you and pressed both hands to your face.
"What the hell is happening," you whispered to yourself.
Your heart was still racing, your skin still buzzing from the way he looked at you, the way he said the things he should've said a year ago. And you hated-hated-that part of yourself that still reacted like that.
You took a few deep breaths, pacing.
Get it together.
He doesn't get to shake you anymore.
He doesn't get to unravel you.
You finally started to calm down when the doorknob clicked.
You froze.
The door opened.
And Cameron stepped inside.
You sighed heavy, looking away from him.
"Cam—" you breathed out, shaken. "Please, you can't be in here."
He closed the door behind him anyway.
Didn't say a word at first.
Just looked at you with that unreadable expression-the one that always made your stomach drop and your pulse spike.
"You ran," he finally said, voice low. "Again."
"I needed space," you shot back, even though your voice wasn't as strong as you wanted.
He stepped toward you.
You stepped back instantly.
"Don't be scared of me," he said softly.
"I'm not scared," You lied.
He took another step.
You retreated again.
"Then why are you backing up?"
"Because you don't listen," You snapped, stomach flipping.
"I said I needed a minute."
"And I said I'm not leaving things unsaid this time."
You kept moving backward until-
Your back hit the wall.
Hard.
Your breath hitched.
His eyes dropped to your lips for half a second-so quick you might've imagined it.
But you didn't. You felt it.
"Cam..." You warned.
You tried slipping sideways, planning to squeeze past him and duck out, but he moved faster-his hand catching your wrist, warm, firm, gentle but unyielding.
"You're not running from me this time," he said, voice rough.
You swallowed, pulse hammering so loud you swore he could hear it.
"You can't just-" you started.
He stepped even closer, caging you in without touching anything but your wrist.
"Tell me you feel nothing," he whispered. "Say it. And I'll walk out that door."
His breath brushed your cheek.
Your spine tingled.
Your body betrayed you completely.
"I..."
You opened your mouth.
But no sound came out.
He smirked-slow and knowing, the kind that said he already had his answer.
"I knew it," he murmured.
You sucked in a sharp breath, anger and longing crashing together in your veins.
"Cameron," you said, voice shaking, "let me go."
His fingers loosened around your wrist... but he didn't move away.
"Once you tell me the truth," he said quietly.
And with him that close, his eyes locked to your, the room spinning around us...
Lying suddenly felt impossible.
His grip softened completely, but he still had your wrist, thumb brushing slow across your skin like he was memorizing the shape of you.
You looked away-because looking at him was dangerous, because looking at him made old wounds throb and something warm press painfully against your ribs.
He gently tilted your chin back toward him with two fingers.
"Don't do that," he whispered.
"Don't look away from me."
Your throat tightened. "Cam, please-"
"No." His voice cracked. "Not this time."
You blinked hard, trying to keep the tears from spilling over, but one slipped loose anyway.
He looked at it like it physically hurt him.
His thumb moved up, wiping it away tenderly-almost reverently.
"I'm sorry," he murmured.
You froze.
He'd never said those words like that. Not once. Not the real version.
"I'm sorry I let you walk out that night." His jaw flexed.
"I'm sorry I didn't run after you."
His eyes shined with a guilt you'd never seen on him.
"I'm sorry I kept thinking you'd come back on your own instead of realizing I should've fought for you."
A breath shuddered out of you. "Don't-"
He cupped your face with both hands, holding you steady, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"No. You need to hear this."
You shook your head, another tear sliding free. "Cameron-"
"Look at me," he said softly.
You tried. You really did. But the second your eyes met his, everything inside you cracked.
"I told myself you were better off without me," he continued, voice low and raw. "But that was a lie. A weak excuse. The truth is...I didn't know how to fix what I broke. And I was too damn proud to say it."
Tears kept slipping, and every time you turned your head, his hands moved with you-gentle, insistent, guiding your face back to his.
"You got stronger without me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You leveled up. You glow now. And I hate that I wasn't there to see you grow into this version of you."
"Stop," You whispered, because hearing him say it was too much, too real.
He stepped closer, crowding you—not trapping, just... there. Warm. Familiar.
"I spent a year wishing I could take it all back," he said. "A year wanting you. Missing you. Hating myself for letting you walk away."
You bit your lip, because the ache in your chest was overwhelming.
He brushed his thumb along your cheek again, tender, slow.
"And seeing you tonight?" His voice broke a little.
"Looking like that? Laughing without me? Dancing with someone else-letting someone else touch what used to be mine-"
He inhaled sharply, like the thought physically pained him.
"—it made everything hit me at once. How badly I messed up. How much I still-how much I still want you."
Your heart slammed hard.
"Cam..." you whispered.
He leaned his forehead against yours, eyes closing like he needed the contact to keep breathing.
"I'm not here to trap you. I'm not here to push you. I just _"
His voice was barely steady.
"I need you to know I never stopped loving you. Not for a second."
Your breath caught.
He opened his eyes again, glassy, soft, searching.
"Say something," he whispered. "Please."
And you could feel how desperate he was-how much he needed your voice, your answer, your heartbeat.
How much he needed you.
Your breath came out uneven, chest shaking, his confession echoing in your head so loudly it drowned out the music outside, the party, the world.
He wanted you to say something.
So you did.
You broke.
Just... broke.
"You hurt me," you whispered.
His eyes flickered-pain, guilt, something deeper.
But you kept going, the words spilling out like a dam had cracked open.
"You have no idea how much you hurt me, Cameron."
He didn't move. Didn't speak.
He just held your face like it was something fragile he was terrified to lose again.
"I begged you to fight for me," you said, tears falling faster now. "Do you understand that? I begged. And you just... let me walk out the door like I didn't matter."
"You mattered," he said immediately, voice shaking. "You were—"
"Then why didn't you go after me?" It came out raw. Loud. Almost a sob. "Why didn't you care enough to stop me?!"
His fingers tightened just slightly at your jaw-not painful, just grounding, like he was trying to hold on to the words.
"I did care," he said. "More than I knew how to handle."
"That's not good enough," you said, voice cracking. "You can't love someone and stay silent. You can't say I mattered when everything you did screamed the opposite."
His forehead rested against mine again, eyes closing like my words were stabbing straight through him.
"I know," he breathed. "I know. And I hate myself for it. I should've chased you. I should've held onto you. I should've fought."
"You didn't," I whispered harshly. "You didn't fight for me. And I had to live with that."
He opened his eyes, glassy, devastated.
"I lived with it too," he said softly. "Every damn day."
You shook my head, looking away again because it was too much-
-but he caught your chin gently, turning you back to him.
"Look at me," he whispered. "Please."
Tears blurred everything, but his face stayed sharp, close, inescapable.
"You made me feel like I wasn't worth choosing," you said, voice barely there. "Do you know what that does to someone? To feel disposable to the one person you thought would never make you feel that way?"
His eyes went wide, his jaw tightening like he was swallowing a scream.
"You weren't disposable," he said fiercely. "You were everything. I was just too scared to admit it."
You let out a shaking breath.
"You broke me," you whispered. "I had to put myself back together alone."
He nodded slowly, painfully.
"I know," he whispered back. "And I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry."
He brushed another tear away with the back of his knuckles, so gentle it made you cry harder.
"I'm not asking you to forgive me tonight," he said quietly. "I just want you to know I see it—all the damage I caused. I see it now. And you didn't deserve any of it."
Your chin trembled, breath catching in your throat.
"Cameron..." you whispered.
His hands slipped down to your waist-light, hesitant, waiting for permission, like he was scared I'd disappear again.
"I'm here," he said softly.
"Whatever you need from me-anger, space, answers-I'll take it. Just...don't shut me out."
The room felt smaller.
Warmer.
Heavier.
And for the first time in a year...
He looked like he was the one breaking.
His hands were still at your waist-barely touching, just warm enough to make your breath hitch. And maybe that was why everything inside you suddenly surged up again.
Maybe it was his eyes.
Maybe it was the year of silence.
Maybe it was the way he finally confessed what you waited too long to hear.
But the anger came back.
Hot. Sharp. Uncontrolled.
You pushed his hands off.
"Don't act like you get it now," you snapped, stepping away from the wall even though your legs were trembling. "You don't get to understand it now. A year later."
Cameron straightened, chest rising. "I'm trying to-"
"No, you're trying to fix your guilt," you shot back. "You're trying to make you feel better."
"That's not true."
"It is," you said, voice cracking. "If you really cared this whole time, you wouldn't have waited until you saw me with someone else to suddenly wake up."
His jaw clenched. "That's not what-"
"You ignored me," you cut in. "You ignored every message, every moment I needed closure, every chance to fix it.
And now you're here telling me you 'regretted it every day'? Really?"
"You think it was easy for me?" he said, voice raising.
"You think I didn't go insane wondering what you were doing? Who you were with? Whether you hated me?"
"You didn't wonder enough to fight for me!"
He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair like he was trying to keep from yelling.
"You left," he said.
"You let me!" You fired back.
Silence.
One heavy beat of silence.
Then he stepped closer-too close-eyes burning.
"I didn't chase you because I was scared," he said.
"Scared l'd mess up again. Scared you'd leave anyway.
Scared I wasn't enough for you."
"That wasn't your choice to make," you said through a tight throat. "You made the decision for both of us. You walked away just as much as I did."
He grimaced like the truth physically hit him. "I know."
"No, you don't!"
Your voice cracked again.
"You don't know what it felt like to sit alone in my room wondering why the person I loved couldn't even try."
He stared at you like you were breaking him open cell by cell.
"And do you know what it felt like to watch you tonight?" he said low, voice rough.
"To see you laugh like I never made you cry? To see someone else's hands on you-touching what I threw away?"
"That's not my problem," you snapped.
"It is," he said, stepping even closer, "because it killed me. And you knew what you were doing."
You scoffed, looking away because he wasn't wrong.
But he grabbed your chin again-gentler, softer, but unignorable-and forced your eyes back to his.
"Look at me," he said, voice a low command.
"Stop telling me what to do," you whispered, breath shaking.
"Then stop running from what you feel."
"I don't-"
"You do."
His voice was calmer now, but full of heat.
"You're mad, you're hurt, you hate me right now-but you still feel something. I can see it all over you."
You swallowed, heart racing.
"Don't flatter yourself," you whispered even though your voice wavered.
He gave a humorless laugh. "You think I can't tell when you're lying?"
"I'm not-"
"You're shaking," he said softly, eyes flicking to your lips.
"You won't stop looking at my mouth."
He leaned closer, breath brushing your cheek.
"And your breath's doing that little hitch it always did when you wanted to kiss me."
You froze.
He didn't touch you.
But he didn't move away either.
"You still want me," he whispered.
"You're just scared of what that means."
"I don't want you," you shot back, even though your voice betrayed you entirely.
"Then why are you trembling?" he murmured.
"I'm angry, Cameron!" you shouted.
He stepped forward until your back hit the wall again, his hands braced on either side of you, caging you in without touching you.
"Good," he said, voice low and dark.
"Be angry. Yell at me. Hit me. But don't lie to me."
Your breath caught, heat crawling under your skin.
"You think this is easy for me?" you whispered. "Seeing you after a year? Hearing everything I wanted to hear when it's already too late?"
"It's not too late," he said instantly.
"It is."
"For you?" he asked. "Or for us?"
You didn't answer.
Couldn't.
He leaned closer, lips inches from yours-close enough to steal your breath, close enough to make your heart throb against your ribs painfully.
"Say you don't want me," he whispered. "Look me in the eye and say it...and I'll walk out."
You clenched your jaw, tears burning again.
"I.."
The word cracked.
"I can't."
He exhaled like he'd been drowning and finally broke the surface.
And the tension—
God, the tension-
Your chest rose faster, lips parting on instinct, your backed pressed fully to the wall as he took inches away - close enough for your heart to completely betray you.
He didn't kiss you. But somehow... it felt even more dangerous.
Because this wasn't just heat. This was history. This was everything unsaid pressed into the space between you.
Cameron was standing so close you could feel the heat of him, but not close enough to touch you-like he was holding himself back by the thinnest thread.
Both of you were breathing hard, chest rising and falling in uneven, desperate pulls of air. His eyes dropped to your mouth, then lifted back to yours, dark and hungry and hurting all at once.
You didn't move.
Neither did he.
You just stared at each other like touching would be a point of no return...and not touching was killing you both.
His voice broke the silence first-low, hoarse, barely a whisper:
"What do you want, Y/N?"
Your pulse jumped so hard you felt it in your fingertips.
You didn't look away.
You didn't hesitate.
You leaned forward just an inch, your voice trembling but
sure:
"I want you to touch me like you miss me."
Something in him snapped-quietly, beautifully.
His hand slid to your jaw, fingers trembling just a little as if he'd been starving for this moment. You gasped when his thumb brushed your cheek, gentle but claiming, and that was all it took.
You kissed him.
Or maybe he kissed you.
Or maybe both of you moved at the exact same time, because the moment your lips met, everything else disappeared. The world narrowed to the taste of him, the urgency of his mouth, the soft sound he made against your lips like he'd been waiting years just to breathe you in.
His hands moved-up your waist, over your back, pulling you closer with a desperation you felt all the way down your spine. Every place he touched lit up, pulling tiny gasps from you, making you melt into him like your body had been waiting for this exact shape, this exact warmth, this exact person.
The kiss deepened-hotter, hungrier. Your fingers curled into his shirt like you needed him to stay. His breath mixed with yours, fast and uneven, each kiss growing more intense, more consuming, more like a fire that wanted everything.
You didn't even realize how far you'd let it go until Cameron suddenly slowed.
Then stopped.
He broke the kiss with a shuddering exhale, resting his forehead against yours, both of you breathing like you'd just run miles.
His hands were still on you.
Yours still holding him.
His voice-soft, raw, honest:
"I want this. I want you. And I'm not messing it up this time... I can't lose you again."
Your eyes stung.
Your heart clenched.
And something inside you-something you tried to bury for a year-finally came back to life.
In that moment, forehead to forehead, breath mingled, lips still tingling from the kiss you'd waited a year for...
You knew.
You were always going to love Cameron Cade.
Thank you for reading! Keep engaging guys, I feel so seen. Second story down more to come! xoxo
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drunk texting
cameron cade x female!oc
“don’t wanna be with out you cause im on that liquid courage, i hope this shit is worth it”
in which two ex lovers make drunk confessions.
disclaimer: alcohol consumption..that’s it, this one is fluffy like a pancake. we got yearning cameron cade.⭐️
𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓
𝘋𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥!𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘊𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘹 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝘏𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵
Summary: things just haven’t been same
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙣-𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
HER
summary: the one where Cameron catches you in his jersey on laundry day.
pairing: cameron Cade x black!reader
word count: 2.3k
warnings: 18+, smut, slight dacryphilia, some light degradation, some choking, some slapping, this is a lil vulgar tbh so beware!
a/n: okay i figured i tortured you all enough with angst (for now) so enjoy!

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Touch Me Like You Miss Me
A year ago, you stood in Cameron Cade's apartment doorway with your heart in your hands and fury in your throat. "If you let me walk out that door, I'm not coming back." He let you walk. And you meant every word... Until the night you walked into your friend dinner party-stronger, glowing, unrecognizable-and found him staring at you like you’d just rewritten every regret he ever had. Now all our unfinished business? It's demanding to be settled.
COMING SOON!!!
hey yall thinking about put the rest of the chapters of vardia on Wp idk how many more chapters ima do, also not sure if yall would like long series on here, would love feedbck 💓💓😸
(also have like 8/9 fan fics im working on uploading on Wp if anyone interested on reading :))