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・❥・ ch. synopsis: in which one pushes and one pulls… and has to be reminded who they belong to.
warnings: 18+ content, (MNI or be blocked indefinitely) cussing/swearing, stalking, obsession, breaking and entering/ destroying property, drinking, smuttt— rough sex, kissing, hair pulling, biting, spanking, pnv penetration, dominance, dirty talk, choking, dubious consent, creampie. mentions of blood,
a.n: lord y’all here we go 🤣🤭 stick around ‘till the end, yeah? if you have theories and think pieces, message me 💕 have fun….
on the jukebox: ‘Eyes Without a Face’ by Billy Idol ✨
The news channel covered Millie Rowan’s death the entire morning, Ledger kept the TV on. Stabbed, her throat slit, her lips carved off of her face— gruesome to say the least.
Ledger softly paced the living room space, you sat on the couch.
“Why are you so nervous? Isn’t this the same lady that threatened you?”
“I’m not nervous, Chiara”
You raised an eyebrow, “okay then sit down or take a breath or something. Does this lady mean something to you? As far as I’m concerned, she’s the belligerent drunk that harassed you and ruined our dinner”
Ledger shook his head, “It’s.. it’s.. not that simple or easy to write off, Chiara, She’s Kenna’s mom, my ex’s mother”
A mix of shock and surprise spread over your face, now things were making sense. Ledger met your eyes, the watery mess finally tumbled down his cheeks.
“Wait” you scratched your head, “Kenna’s mom? Your very dead ex girlfriend’s mom? That’s who this lady is?!”
Ledger took a steady breath and nodded, “yes”
You really didn’t know how to feel. Supportive? Understanding? Annoyed? Sad? Mad?
“Oh.. oh okay.. well, I’m sorry to hear this and to see how it’s affecting you, I really am” you reached out to take his hand. His palm was moist with sweat and warm. “Just.. sit down with me, baby, we can talk about this”
But still, something in Ledger was making it hard to relax. He barely responded to you holding his hand. He was so in his fucking head, he couldn’t place himself in his current reality at all.
Millie being murdered only meant the worst for Ledger than the opposite.
Finally, you stood up and placed yourself directly in front of him.
“Ledger, please, you look like you’re about to pass out.. now, I don’t want to sound insensitive but baby, why are you so concerned? From the sounds of it, this lady threatened you. Did you even have a relationship with her after her daughter died?”
Ledger Ward unfortunately was a reactionary.
He snatched his hand from you and used both to comb through his growing ash brown hair. Still he paced, still he wouldn’t fucking answer your questions. You ignored it.
“Okay well since you aren’t speaking, allow me to continue. Ledger, you’re panicking like you had something to do with this— did you have something to do with this?”
“Then why are you so scared?! You can’t possibly tell me you feel something for that woman. I mean— she’s dead, I get it, it’s really sad because she was in your life at one point but I feel like you’re worried about something else.. something more than grief..”
You tried to look Ledger in the eyes but he couldn’t look at you at all.
“Tell me this doesn’t have anything to do with your dead ex so I can stop jumping to that conclusion, Ledger. Tell me this doesn’t have any correlation to the ex that you really don’t like talking about. The ex that died in a way that you never told me how”
Still he couldn’t meet your eye. Your heart sank.
“Ledger Ward, I’m going to ask you this once. How did Kenna pass away?”
If a hole in the floor could open up and swallow Ledger, he’d gladly welcome it. His skin felt hot and prickly, like he’d been in a sauna for hours. His chest felt heavy all of a sudden.
“You can’t even look at me” you suddenly reached out and grabbed Ledger’s jaw, forcing him to try and look at you and still, he turned his head the other way.
“Talk to me! Answer me, Ledger! Answer me! How did Kenna die? Please! What the fuck did that woman mean when she said she hopes I don’t end up somewhere in a land field— answer me!”
A heavy emotion further sat on the man’s chest, his eyes began to water.
“I can’t tell you!” Ledger shouted back, the tears flowing more and more down his cheeks, and finally he met your gaze.
“Why not?” Soft instead.
Ledger just shook his head, “I j-just can’t, Chiara”
You released his face and took a step back from him, also shaking your head. “You can’t say you love me but you’re keeping things from me”
Ledger didn’t mean to say what he did.
“I can say the same about you”
You raised your eyebrows, “excuse me?”
“I feel your love, Chiara, but you never say it, why is that? I basically poured my heart out to you when we had sex last night and you didn’t reciprocate it. Not verbally at least. But you can’t talk about the way I love you when you keep things from me too because that’s what I’ve been trying to explain to you for an entire day and a half”
You opened your mouth for a rebuttal but Ledger was reaching inside of his basketball shorts and pulling out two digital print out photos. Your heart dropped.
“Ledger—“
He turned the photos to face you, revealing you and the man from years ago. Time felt slowed down and you were sinking in quicksand.
“You know me?” Ledger probed, “you’ve known me this entire time? Because that’s what these pictures are telling me”
You swallowed hard, this was your worst nightmare. You eyed the images before you— it was in the midst of perhaps the best time of your life for such a short period of time. When you and Ledger were purely strangers getting to know each other.
“Chiara, I love you so much that I don’t even care that you’ve been keeping this from me. If we knew each other and I just can’t remember, that’s fine! We’re back in each other’s lives now and that’s all I care about, baby, I don’t want to lose you”
Ledger carefully approached you.
“But I have to know how we know each other— I need to know. I told you about the accident I was in, remember? That accident happened around that time and I can’t remember a thing, so please, if you’re able to jog my memory, please just tell me”
Ledger tried to take your hand but you were limp, hardly reacting. This time it was your turn not to look at him, your eyes averting to the floor.
“Chiara, please” he lifted your hand and pressed the front to his lips, “I’m begging, baby, please”
You’d gone nervous, biting the inside of your cheek.
“I’ll… I’ll tell you if you tell me how Kenna died”
Ledger dropped your hand and took a step back from you, disbelief clouding his heart and eyes as he stared at you.
“That’s not fair, Chiara, and you know it—“
“Seems pretty fair to me, admission for admission. Why can’t you tell me the truth?”
“Why can’t you?! I already told you how I’d feel regardless of it. Chiara, if you’re worried about how I’ll think about you then don’t because I don’t care— I want you still. But you have to give me this relief for my peace of mind”
It was your turn to get emotional, thick tears clouded your sight and made the room before you blurry.
“I can’t either, Ledge, I’m sorry” you shakily replied back.
Your tears turned into soft sobs that had you racing into Ledger’s bedroom and collecting your belongings. Ledger was right on your heels.
“Where are you going? Don’t leave. We can talk about this, Chiara—“
“Can we? Honestly, Ledger, can we? What is there to talk about if we can’t even be honest with each other? I can’t stay here with you and feeling awkward knowing we aren’t coming clean”
You continued to pack despite Ledger’s presence and his hands working to stop you from doing so. His begging was incessant but it fell on your deaf ears.
“And y’know what, maybe this will be good for us. Maybe a little space will help us” you wiped at your face, “I-I don’t know how but maybe it’ll help something”
With everything packed up, you took a step to get away from Ledger but he mirrored your step, keeping himself barricaded before you.
“Chiara, please don’t do this”
You cupped his face in time for another tear to slide down, your thumb swiped it away. You leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth.
“I have to”
A solid two weeks passed and the more time went on, the more Ledger realized you really didn’t have to.
The space didn’t help anything or accomplish what was thought. Neither of you called or texted each other.
Ledger couldn’t help his tendencies— he often drove by your house and parked where he could see you from your window to see if you were there, you kept your curtains closed.
But it didn’t stop Ledger from trying to call you— you just weren’t answering him. It’s not like you had him blocked or anything, you’d just let your phone ring. You’d let the texts go unanswered too.
He was starting to let go of the goodness that was once apart of his life.
“Cole’s been asking about you, you able to drop by for a drill practice today?”
That was almost a week ago and the mere mention of his little QB was breaking his heart.
“Not today, man, I’m sorry. I’m still caught up in some things. But I’ll be there tomorrow, I promise, tell Cole I’ll be there”
Except Ledger never ended up showing up. He actually didn’t leave his house at all.
He stayed in the same walls of his home where his anger simmered and steadily began boiling over.
And this was supposed to help? Space? Grabbing his phone, he took himself to his call log.
‘Chiara ❤️’ (20)
When he pressed your contact again, he put the call on speakerphone. Only three rings before the call was going to voicemail.
‘Hi, it’s Chiara, leave me a message’
‘Chiara ❤️’ (21)
And again. Instead of three rings, it was two—
‘Hi, it’s Chiara, leave me a message’
‘Chiara ❤️’ (22)
“Chi, it’s me, please pick up the phone. I miss you, I need you, and I’m sorry for being stupid. Please call me back and let me fix this, okay? I don’t care about the fucking pictures, I just need you and only you, please. I love you and I want you back, I want you to come home to me, please don’t let this be the end. Please call me, sweetheart—“
After what felt like forever and day, the sound of your picking up the other line sounded. Ledger suddenly sat up straighter.
“Chiara?”
“… and it’s literally the stupidest thing ever. I mean, I tell Justin to just leave me be, I’m not interested… or am I? I don’t know, Michelle, it’s really complicated..”
Ledger frowned, was he being butt dialed? Did you mean to pick up and have him hear this?
“… it’s dumb, I don’t want to think about men tonight. It’s about you and I, what time should I meet you at Firefly… okay, I’m finishing getting ready, I’ll see you soon… wait, what’s going on with Roman— oh shit—“
The call abruptly ended. It felt like a door being slammed in his face.
Ledger closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing that was only increasing, anger coursing his veins and feeding the voices in his head.
The same voices that told him to not let this shit slide, the same voices that asked him who Justin was, the same voices that kept poking his chest and asking him what he was gonna do about this.
But it was one voice that dared a challenging thought of did Chiara break up with him and he had no idea?
“Over my fucking dead body” Ledger said to himself.
When he dressed in his usual garb and parked his truck a block away, he boldly approached your patio sliding door and skillfully picked the lock. He couldn’t give a fuck if your neighbors felt nosy and watched on, nobody would step to him.
Quiet and stealthy. Pulling the door open slowly, Ledger put an ear up to your curtain and tuned in. You were upstairs.
“… No, Michelle, this outfit is ugly, are you kidding me? Should I do a dress? A skirt?…”
Perfect. The man slid inside and closed your door back, locking it to conceal his tracks.
Ever so light on his feet, Ledger carefully trekked up your stairs. Your voice on the phone carried louder and louder with the more he ascended.
He made out a sliver of light coming from your bedroom, your bedroom door cracked open a little. He carried on in the hallway and closer to your bedroom, peering inside through the sliver.
You sat at your vanity dresser, hair pinned and dressed up. He could make out the makeup products scattered around your vanity, the man only grew angrier.
Who the fuck were you getting dolled up for?
“I’m just about done, Michelle, I’ll be on my way shortly, I’ll even text you when I’m in my car— shit, speaking of my car, I left my eyeliner in there, let me run out and grab it”
Shit.
The sight of you standing from your vanity had Ledger quietly panicking. He opened the nearest door in your hallway and slid himself inside, holding onto the door knob to keep himself concealed.
You perfectly walked out and into the hallway, not noticing a thing. Ledger heard your steps trotting down the steps and eventually out of your front door.
Taking the opportunity of your absence, Ledger exited the hallway closet and entered your bedroom. He had the idea to continue familiarizing himself with your space but then your front door opened again.
Soon your footsteps sounded up. This time Ledger wouldn’t have time to make it out of your window like before. Slyly, he crept into your attached bathroom and slid behind the open door.
He heard you get back situated in your bedroom, at your vanity seat and it wasn’t long until the strong scent of perfume wafted in the air…
The same smell in your neck as he fucked you into his bed. Oh, the sounds you made because of him, the marks you gave him because of him… it was everything he dreamed of.
‘Focus, Ledger, focus’
God, but it was so hard.. figuratively and literally. His jeans suddenly felt tighter, all blood throughout his body going to the place he didn’t need it to in this situation.
The voice in his head shifted a gear and told him that’s what he’d be losing. Your heart and the fucking heaven between your legs.
Losing it to whoever thought you were gorgeous at the club tonight, to whoever thought they had a chance, to whoever was bold enough to try and sweep you off of your feet.
The anger leveled his lust if not outweighed it. Who the fuck were you to want to detach without him? To want to call the shots and determine how your relationship would go?
The sound of your kitten heels on your hardwood floors and jewelry on your arms told Ledger you were basically done.
You’d grabbed your handbag and car keys and trotted down the stairs, breezing past the bathroom he was hiding in.
“Okay, Michelle, I’m in the car, I’ll text you when I make it”
When he heard the front door close shut and lock, Ledger took out his phone and called you again for the 23rd time today.
This time, you answered.
“Hello?”
His heart lurched out of his goddamn chest. “C-Chiara?”
“Ledger—“
“Chiara, oh baby, I’m so glad to hear from you. Are you okay? Are we okay? Please, we have to talk. I-I can’t keep going this long without you, baby, please—“
“Ledger, we need space”
Both lines went silent.
“What?” Ledger muttered out.
“We need space, okay? I don’t know how ready we are to pour into each other if we can’t even be honest about our pasts. You say you don’t care but how can I trust that you mean that? How can I trust that you’ll still love me the same? Or that I’ll still love you? We need more time to figure things out, okay? I’m driving, I have to go”
Your line went dead, another metaphorical door slam to the face. This time, he didn’t try to call you back.
And if you knew better, you should’ve been worried.
Maybe it was the set of multicolored strobe lights in Firefly or the mixed drink in your cup.. the mixed drink that you contemplated on ordering in the first place.
You shouldn’t have ordered it, you shouldn’t have let the sweet taste on welcome your tongue.
It single handedly washed away your sobriety progress but God did it taste so good.
Michelle Cassidy fought her hardest to stop you from ordering it, even trying to discreetly take it from you and throw it away when you weren’t looking. But it was what you needed.
Stress was your friend and your enemy these last couple of weeks and your coping mechanisms weren’t the best, or at least you thought they were. You had Ledger but now it felt like you were losing Ledger.
It felt like there was more about him that you were learning and more he wasn’t telling you, it was slowly starting to scare you.
Michelle’s offer to get loose tonight came at the perfect time, you needed nothing more.
“Are you sure you’re having fun, Chi?” Michelle asked in your ear, her arms wrapped around your body from behind, swaying to the beat of the song.
You nodded, not saying anything. Truth be told, you were in your head.
“I’ll be honest, I’m still not happy that you’re drinking again and if I see you ordering another drink, we’re going home—“
You immediately shook your head, “I won’t, I promise!”
“Good! We can always go out and have fun without drinking, I have no problem doing those things with you because you’re my best friend and I love you so much. I really care about you, Chiara, and I’ll always want the best for you. You mean too much to me to just let you fly off the handle”
You relaxed into Michelle’s hold and squeezed her hands, eyes gazing throughout the crowd of people in the club.
You blinked. Did everyone suddenly become so blurry?
“I know we’ve moved past it but I still want to say that I’m sorry for how I handled things at the fair. I was so wrong for just leaving you with someone you didn’t know—“
‘If only you knew’ you thought to yourself.
“— I was just so caught up with Roman and we’d been going strong for a minute, my judgment was so poor. I shouldn’t have abandoned you. I’m still really sorry, Chiara. I swear to God, it’ll never happen again”
You continued swaying, continued moving, continued eyeing the people in this club. Blurry vision and all. That is until you caught eye of someone. You blinked once, twice as hard.
A pair of greenish hazels in a dark corner stoned on yours from across the room had your heart both speeding up and dropping to your feet. No…
When you blinked again, they were still there. When you blinked once more, they were gone.
Suddenly the room felt hot and stuffy, like there were too many people in the building.
You turned your head and found another corner, a tall man draped in black with a cap on, the familiar greens pierced your soul.
Your own eyes began to water, anxiety flaring from the inside out of you. This couldn’t be.
“Ledger?” You muttered to yourself, watching as the man began creeping out of the shadows and stalking towards you.
“Ledger?” Michelle echoed, from behind you, she craned her neck above you and all around, “is he here?”
Except in your eyes, he was steadily getting closer and getting angrier by the second. You’d never seen Ledger upset— eyebrows in a deep furrow, a snarl on his pretty features. It was then when you glanced down and saw him begin to brandish something… something shiny…
That was enough for you.
Pushing off of Michelle, you cried out in a scream and fell to the ground.
“He’s gonna kill me! He’s gonna kill me!”
Michelle Cassidy couldn’t have been more confused. “Chiara!”
She tried to grab your shaky body but you’d already detached from her and began fishing through the crowd, hauling for the exit doors. Tears surged down your cheeks as you pushed through people.
You ignored the looks, ignored the complaints of those you bumped and shoved, all until you felt the fresh air and found your car.
You didn’t stop until you were revving the engine and speeding away.
The seeming nightmare in your head wouldn’t have prepared you for the one you’d see once you made it back to your house.
Upon opening your front door and walking into the threshold, you took immediate notice of a mess once you passed the kitchen. Table flipped over, dishes broken, glass on the floor.
You walked until you saw the living room: couches cut into exposing the filling, your coffee table broken in half, glass everywhere, your belongings and decorations destroyed, holes in your walls.
Maybe it was your tipsy nature. You crept upstairs until you made it to your bedroom where the damage was probably the worst: holes in the wall, knife carvings in the same walls that said ‘mine’, your dresser drawers were pulled out and broken, your mattress and pillows cut open, lights flickering, everything was destroyed.
Everything except your mirror where once were print out photos of you and Michelle used to be.
The only photos that remained taped up were the two of you and Ledger. The mirror itself was perfectly intact which surprised you.
“Those are the only pictures that matter” a deep, rugged voice said from ahead of you.
Out of the dark shadows of your attached bathroom, Ledger Ward emerged. In a dark garb and cap, hands softly bloodied. He had a look in his eye that had your heart plummeting.
“Because you and I? What we have is the only thing that matters and I can’t let you take that away from me, Chiara”
The tears from before returned to your eyes. “L-Ledger—“
He took one stride and one reach outward to you, his hand circled your throat and brought your body into his. He stared down at you with that same snarl. He watched your mouth softly gape, hands grabbing at his, eyes pleading.
“I’ve always had respect for you, Chiara. I’ve always respected you” he leaned down and nudged his nose along your jaw, “but I think it’s time I show you what it looks like when I don’t”
Ledger suddenly let go of your throat but gave you no time to catch your breath.
Hand rough and deep in your hair, he dragged you over to your dresser and in front of your mirror and forcibly bent you over.
While one hand kept you pinned cheek first to your dresser, the other hand slapped harshly at your short clad asscheek. You cried loudly, it fucking hurt. He did the same with the other asscheek, relishing in your wails.
“Shut the fuck up” Ledger angrily growled, “next time I do it, I better not hear a thing, you understand me?”
When he spanked you once more, you bit down on your lip, a soft wince just barely escaping. He heard it but he didn’t mind it.
“That’s what the fuck I thought”
Angrily and aggressively, his single hand worked those same shorts off of your body and down until they pooled around your ankles, leaving you in your underwear. His wrist flicked, slapping bare skin of your ass, your body jerked forward.
“This is the only time I’m allowing you to speak since you haven’t been allowing me to speak for the past two fucking weeks—“
Ledger planted himself firmly against your ass and mounted himself over you. With his hand in your hair, he lifted your head up and eyed you through the mirror.
“When did I say we could stop speaking?”
You whimpered pathetically, “‘m s-sorry—“
That earned you another spank, making you whine out, pushing said tears down your face.
Ledger seethed, “is that what I fucking asked you?” You shook your head immediately. “Then you better answer me right, when did I say we could stop speaking?”
You swallowed, “never”
“Good girl” he tightened his grip in your hair, “so why did we go two weeks without each other, huh? When I needed my girl the most, huh? You didn’t see me calling and texting you?”
The burn from your scalp produced more tears, Ledger wasn’t letting up.
“Then I try to talk to you today and you blow me off like I’m some fuckin’ loser? You tryna call the shots? Space?!”
Ledger chuckled darkly and shook his head. In a sick contrast, he began kissing your face and neck. You felt him let your hair go, but just as you wondered his next move, you heard the familiar sound of his belt buckle.
“We don’t need space, baby… no… no, we don’t”
His pants dropped, your panties were yanked and ripped to the side, and the heaviness of his dick was positioned perfectly at your entrance.
Ledger wasted no time pushing forward, encasing himself in your warm, wetness. You squeaked out a moan and dropped your head on your arms.
“We don’t need no space, we just need quality time” Ledger grabbed your head up, “don’t you think so, baby?”
He gave you no time to adjust before he began thrusting and pumping, before he began fucking you, his movements shaking your dresser. Firm and hard thrusts.
You nodded but that wasn’t enough for Ledger Ward.
“Answer me, Chiara”
“Yes!”
His mouth found your earlobe and nibbled it between his teeth, “yeah? I’m the only one you need? The only one for you?”
“Yes, baby, yes!” You reached back and caressed the back of Ledger’s head, your eyes rolling back to your own head.
A possessiveness, jealous nature overcame the man behind you and the look in his greenish hazels proved it to be true when you locked eyes with him.
Even more when both hands came to your front— one latching onto your throat, the other going up the front of your shirt and groping at your breast.
“You thinkin’ about leaving me?” Ledger mumbled in your ear, you shook your head immediately. “cheatin’ on me?”
“Never” you moaned out.
“Because you promised me, right? Last time I was deep inside of you, right? Deep inside of this pussy, you told me you’d never leave me, remember?”
You nodded your head vigorously.
“You wanna know what happened to my ex when she tried to leave me? I fucking killed her”
Ledger’s hand tightened over your throat, his gaze trained on yours, loving the way your browns widened a little.
“Just like this… just until she couldn’t breathe anymore.. she tried to run and I wasn’t letting her go… just how I’m not letting you go, sweetheart. You understand me? ‘S you and I until the fuckin’ end”
Still thrusting, still hitting that spot inside of you over and over and over again, your body quivered and squirmed in his hold.
You had to make sure you heard him right, you’d finally gotten your answer. Ledger killed his ex, Ledger killed Kenna.
And with the look in his eye, he was almost daring you to do something about what he’d just told you.
He squeezed your throat once more, your back arched and eyes shut. Your body was on the precipice and Ledger could feel it.
“Right there? Gonna let go for me?”
You nodded surely, “y-yes”
“Tell me you’re sorry or you don’t cum at all. Say sorry for disrespecting me”
You cried out, just barely hanging onto an orgasm that was so close to showing its face. “‘M sorry, baby, please forgive me. I’m sorry for b-being disrespectful.. ‘swear, I didn’t mean it.. I-I love you.. so much”
For the first time that night, Ledger leaned down and in, and took your lips in his heatedly. He dominated the action, not shying from being messy and mingling his tongue with yours.
“Mhm, sound real pretty beggin’ for me.. go ahead, baby, ‘been such a good girl for me tonight”
Ledger continued to fuck you despite your body going still for a stilled moment and being pushed over the edge.
The coil in your gut snapped, warming all over. Your walls vibrated and twitched, clamping tightly around Ledger’s cock, but in the same breath absolutely soaking him.
And you were so fucking loud.
You were everything in this moment to Ledger Ward and it was easy for his orgasm to rear its head as well. He gripped your hips hard and fucked you even harder.
“‘Gonna cum, sweetheart.. you feel so fucking good— shit”
Weakly, you put a hand over his that rested on your hip.
“Please pull out— y-you said just that one time”
Ledger only laughed and pushed himself deeper inside of you. He grabbed your body up in his hold and anchored himself, still thrusting. His voice poured into your ear.
“You’re mine, sweetheart. I can do whatever I want with you”
Ledger came shortly after that, with a deep groan and biting down on your shoulder. You felt as full as the last time, some of his release trailing down your leg.
The two of you had finally relaxed after a while, still standing in your positions.
The air felt softer but still had the possessiveness to it. You were kissing— lips softly smacking, wet, and moving in the perfect sync. You still had your hand on the back of Ledger’s head.
It was Ledger that pulled back and stared down at you.
“I know I already said this, Chi, but you’re not leaving me”
You stared up at him and nodded.
“I know” you pecked his lips, “and you’re not either”
Before Ledger could think about the double meaning if any, you clamped hard on the back of his head and surged yourself forward.. also surging Ledger forward and face first into the mirror. Hard.
He fell to the floor instantly, out cold. Just how you needed it.
You looked at the now cracked mirror that had some spots of blood on it.
You stood up straighter, realigned your spine, threw your shoulders back, cracked your neck, and put your clothes back on.
Looking down at the love of your life on the ground with a bloodied patch on his forehead, you smiled lovingly.
It was nothing to also his clothes back on and his body dragged out and into the passenger seat of his truck that he boldly parked in your driveway.
You’re a lot stronger than you looked.
It didn’t take long to pack a couple of essentials for a brief hotel stay. Some blankets, a couple of clothes for yourself, hygiene products, and the necessary things.
You locked up your house for the last time and met your unconscious love in his truck, his keys in your hand.
Before the hotel, the first stop was his house where you also grabbed essentials for him too. Clothes, blankets, toothbrush, his charger went disregarded and so did his phone, he wouldn’t need it.
When you got back into the truck and readied for the road trip, you kissed Ledger Ward on the lips.
“It’s all part of the plan, my sweet boy”
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heyyy girly. i have cameron cade request. could you write abt him coming home after a long road-game trip and only wanting to spend time w f!reader because he missed her a lot and yeah. just fluffy and plss include smut. ty i love your stuff already!!
🜼 A/N: i was giggling and kicking my feet writing this. whoever recommended this, i love you forever. i hope you enjoy this my cherries <3 muah.
You had been watching Cameron's location like a hawk ever since he told you he was on the way home. It had been nearly a week since you last saw him, so of course, you missed him like no other. He still had around four more hours left on the road, so to occupy your time, you decided to do your hair and watch movies. So, when your doorbell finally rang, you were sitting on the couch with your roller set in and bonnet on, drinking a cup of tea.
You pretty much sprinted to your front door, throwing it open with a big smile on your face as you looked up at your boyfriend. Cameron immediately dropped his bag and reached down to hug you. Your arms went around his neck and your legs around his waist. He wasted no time in hoisting you up so you were sitting comfortably in his arms. "I missed you, mama." Cameron said with a small laugh as you pressed kisses all over his face. "I missed you too!" you said in a soft-excited voice.
He finally walked inside the house with you still in his arms and closed the door and locked up the house smoothly. Cameron walked into your living room and sat down on the couch, pulling you into him in a tight hug. You could tell he missed you just as much as you missed him. Every chance he got, he would text or call you just to tell you that. He pressed his face into your neck and inhaled.
You giggled softly and moved your neck to indicate that it tickled. "Have you been home yet?" You asked curiously. "Nah, I came straight to you."
"Why?"
"I needed to see your pretty ass face. Like, I really missed you. A nigga was really 'finna go insane." He said, looking at you with a smirk on his face.
You grabbed the nearest pillow and hit him with it. "Whatever, nigga." you said with a laugh, which ended up making him laugh. Cameron was the most serious unserious person you had ever met. To someone who had never met him before, they would probably think he was being serious all the time.
"Nah, forreal though, it's been a long ass week. It was starting to drain the life out of me. Being with you makes me feel grounded; it reminds me that I'm doing all this for a reason. You my safe space, ma. Ain't that what y'all be saying?"
You squealed and grabbed his arms, wrapping them around your waist. You gripped his face in your hands and kissed all over it. "Awwww! I'm your safe space, Cam?"
"Hell yeah, on some forever shit." You gasped dramatically and pretended to faint. Moving off his lap and onto the couch. He used your moment of vulnerability to tickle you. You jolted up immediately. "Cameron!" You hit him in the chest, making him stop. "You just tried to kill me!" you gasped, trying to take in all the air that you could.
"Dramatic ass."
"You hate me." Cameron grabbed one of your arms with one hand and your waist with the other to pull you upwards, now straddling his lap again. "I could never hate you, baby." It was the tone of voice in which he said it that made you swoon. He said it like it was the only thing in the world he was sure of. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly.
You and Cameron sat that way for a little while, just holding each other and enjoying each other's company. You couldn't help but to be grateful for him in your life. He was the best boyfriend you could have ever asked for.
"Are you hungry?" you asked.
"Yeah, ma. I could eat." Cameron nodded against your neck.
"Okay," you moved off of his lap and started your walk to the kitchen. Of course, being the clingy nigga he is, he was right at your ass following you to the kitchen. As you made food for both of you, he was right there with arms around your waist and his face in your neck; and when you brought up personal space to him, he had the audacity to say: "Don't know what that is." Like at this point dont even bother.
When you were done plating the food, you jumped up to sit on the kitchen counter. "Thank you, baby." Cameron moved to stand in front of your legs. "You're welcome, my love." He kissed you again, and again… which led to a more passionate kiss. You moaned into his mouth, enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours. Before things got too carried away, you softly pushed him away. "Eat, nigga." you pointed down at his bowl, and he let out a laugh before moving to finish his food.
After you were done eating. Cameron took your bowl from you and washed both of them out. "You didn't have to do that. I could've done it, baby." He shook his head subtly, not responding. He always wants to do things for you— and it's always been that way, ever since you met him.
After he was done washing the dishes, you grabbed his arm and pulled him back in between your legs. "Thank you for doing that." You pressed a kiss to his cheek, and he put his arms on both sides of you, caging you in. "What you thanking me for?" He genuinely looked confused. You laughed softly and reached up to smooth out the furrow in his brow. "I can't say thank you?"
"Nah, I gotta nother way you can thank me," he lifted his hand and double-tapped his lips—this goofy ass man. You laughed and gripped his face in your hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Hmmm," he said in that deep, smooth voice. "Again." You gave him another kiss. "Damn, that shit still didn't satisfy me."
You scoffed playfully; you knew you had no problem with giving him another kiss. When you went in to kiss him this time, you gave him multiple pecks at once, so you knew he would be satisfied. As soon as your lips touched his for the last time, Cameron decided to use that opportunity to deepen the kiss.
His tongue glided against yours with precision, the sounds of your lips moving against each other didn't do anything but turn you on even more. You grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled it up, resting your hand on the center of his chest, feeling his body heat radiate off of him. You ran your hand up and down, feeling the smoothness of his chest and the ridges of his abs.
"More, please," you pleaded. He obliged immediately, pulling your sleep shorts and your panties down at the same time. Cameron grabbed behind your knee and pulled it up. The move stretched your legs apart, allowing him easy access.
He used his unoccupied hand and put it against your pussy, moving against the skin slowly, teasing you. "Babyyy," you whined. He looked up at you, staring straight into your eyes, as he inserted a finger inside of you. Your mouth fell open wordlessly. As he inserted a second finger, his eyes stayed on you the entire time, watching your reaction for any change. You let out a shaky moan when he pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in. He repeated that action—slowly— again and again to get you used to the feeling of his fingers inside of you.
Once he saw your eyes roll back, he began to pick up his pace. "Fuckk, you look so pretty like this, baby." He leaned down and started kissing your neck, licking and sucking all of the area he could reach, causing you to get wetter and wetter.
"You hear this pretty shit gushing, mama?" In your blissful state, you did your best to nod your head. "Yeah?" you nod again. "Yesss, I hear it, baby." He started to move his fingers in a 'come here' motion, touching your G-spot every single time. The feeling snuck up on you without warning. You gasped and gripped the front of his shirt, balling it up in your hand. "I'm cummingggg!"
Cameron slammed his mouth onto yours as you clenched and pulsated on his fingers. You moaned in his mouth and convulsed in his grip. He picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and carried you into your bedroom.
He set you down on the bed, and when you started to lie down, he stopped you. "Nah, turn around." Oop. You stopped in your tracks. From the corner of your eye, you could see him start to get undressed.
You obliged and got on your hands and knees, arching your back and pushing your ass into the air. When Cameron got behind you, he smacked one of your ass cheeks— hard. You squealed from the unexpectedness of it, and he did the same to your other cheek before soothing them both.
"You so pretty, Y/N. I missed you, mama." It sounded like he groaned out the words, like he was in complete awe of the scene before him. He put himself at your entrance and pushed in. Drawing a moan out of you as he did so. He eased out of you and slammed back in. "Cam!" you moaned.
He set a steady pace, drawing out every sound from you that he could. You stretched out both arms in front of you and started meeting his thrusts. "Yeah, you got it, mama. Throw it back for me." You felt him slow his pace, so you did as you were told and began throwing it back on him. "Good girl," he grunted. Smacking your ass hard, then smoothing it over.
His grunts and moans were doing something to you; it was something about a man not being afraid to be vocal in the bedroom. Cameron leaned down, his back on yours, and grabbed your arms, putting them behind your back and pulling you upright— your back now against his chest. "You're doing so good, baby. Taking this dick so good, fuck." He said in your ear. Followed by grunts and moans that had your eyes rolling back.
"It feels so good, please don't stop." You mewled. Cam wrapped one of his hands around your neck and the other gripping your breast, pinching and twisting the nipple. His strokes became more erratic, and he moved in and out of you at such a relentless pace. The sounds the two of you were making was music to his ears.
"I feel you tightening around me, you finna come for me, mama?"
"Yessss,"
"Go ahead, come on this dick," he bit down on your ear. When the pleasure that was building up inside of you exploded, your mouth fell open on a silent moan. You felt him tense up behind you, indicating that he came at the same time as you did.
When he let go of your neck, you dropped onto the bed, panting and waiting to catch your breath. Cameron fell beside you on the bed. You were out before you could even watch Cam clean you up. When you woke up the next morning, you were greeted by the smell of breakfast and fresh fruit.
You climbed out of bed, body still a bit sore and legs still wobbly, and walked to your kitchen. In there, you saw a shirtless Cameron, only wearing a pair of sweatpants, plating breakfast for you and him. You walked up and hugged him from the back, basking in his body heat. "Morning, mama," you said it back to him and kissed the center of his back before walking away and towards the table.
That day, Cameron dedicated it to taking care of you and only you. You truly did have the best boyfriend ever.
i thank yall so much for the love and support, it means so much to me that yall are enjoying my work. i hope you guys enjoyed this. dont be shy to request what you would like to see next! (any fandom) see you in the next one my cherries, muah <3
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Cameron had you bent over the balcony, one hand wrapped in your hair and the other on your hip as he thrusted deep into you.
You two had met on Instagram a good while ago, Cameron would flirt heavy underneath your posts—not to the point where he looked thirsty, just enough to intrigue you.
One day he slid into your DM’s and you two have been talking since. Whether it was texting or on FaceTime until the sun came up, it was really all you two could do, with you being in different cities and all.
So when you told Cameron that you had to come to his city for a business trip, he took it upon himself to make all your biggest fantasies come true.
Balcony sex, in the front of the mirror, cockwarming…
You had told him all this on a late night, never thinking you’d get the opportunity to actually do it.
“Cam—“ you moaned out, you were on the brink of coming again. Eyelids heavy as you looked out at the city in front of you.
All he did was speed up in response, fucking you through your orgasm. Your legs felt like jello as you held onto the rail, Cameron holding you up as his thrust continued. Your moans turned into soft sobs of pleasure, you reached back to him in attempt to make him slow down.
“Nah, take this dick.” He moved your hand out the way, “all that shit you was talking in them messages, you better take this shit.”
“Fuckkk.” You cried out.
“You got it, mama. You got it.” He praised.
Your mind went blank, it was like his words were hypnotic. You pushed back against him, fucking yourself silly.
“You taking it so good, ma. Shit.” Cameron moaned, throwing his head back.
Your next orgasm came quick. Cam pulled you up completely, your back arching against him as his hand wrapped around your neck. For a brief moment you were impressed by how strong he was, until he pulled out of you now all you could focus on was how empty you felt.
He turned you to face him, planting soft kisses on your face as you melted into him.
“You good?” He tilted your chin up so that you were looking directly at him. You nodded. “You did so good for me, mama but I ain’t done with you yet.”
He guided you over towards the daybed that sat on this oversized balcony, he laid you down gently before crouching in front of you, leg placed on his shoulder as he kissed you softly. Starting from your ankle, all the way up to your inner thigh.
His tongue pressed against you in a long, slow lick that made your breath catch, savoring every reaction he got from you. He sat there buried in between your thighs, lapping up all your juices on his tongue. He took your clit in his mouth, releasing it with a pop. Your hand rested on the side of his head, moans escaping from your lips as you brought yourself to look at him.
“Cam, Cammmm, fuck I’m gonna come.” You managed to get out.
And with that, he stopped.
You let out a loud groan, that turned into a whine.
“Why?!”
All he did was let out a low chuckle, pulling you up before sitting next to you on the daybed.
“I’ll eat that pussy all day if I could.” He says next to you.
You turn towards him, “You can.”
It probably sounded pathetic or desperate but in the moment you didn’t care, you needed to feel him in some type of way.
His lips formed into a small smirk, “I’ll hold you to that, baby.”
His hand found your throat during the kiss, just resting there momentarily before he scooted back, making you follow him. You were on your knees, back arched like a cat as you chased his lips. Cameron took in the view, stopping you before you could kiss him again.
“You know where I want you.”
You bit your lip in anticipation, swinging one leg over him and lining yourself up with him. You slowly sunk down on him, not breaking eye contact once. You let out a soft whimper as you took him all in, eyebrows furrowing at the pleasure.
“Don’t move until I say so,” he warned softly.
You nodded, and his lips found yours again almost instantly. The kiss was messy and heated, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his hand slid back to your throat, fingers curling there with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch.
A quiet sound escaped you when your hips shifted instinctively beneath him.
He pulled back just enough for his lips to hover over yours, eyes dark and focused entirely on you.
“You wanna come, don’t you?”
You nodded quickly.
A faint smirk tugged at his mouth. “Use your words, mama.”
“Yes, Cam,” you whispered.
“How bad you want it?”
You placed your hands on his bare chest as you leaned up to kiss him softly again. “Please,” you breathed against his lips. “Please, baby.”
His jaw tightened slightly at the sound of your voice, like hearing you beg did something dangerous to his self control. His thumb brushed along your cheek before sliding down to tilt your chin up toward him again.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Go ahead.”
You rolled your hips against him, immediately feeling your next orgasm creep up on you. You threw your head back as one of his hands caressed your boob, his thumb rubbing over your sensitive nipple. He took it between his two fingers, giving it a gentle squeeze. You rolled your hips faster, the pleasure building up inside of you. Your mouth fell open, body jolting forward because you couldn’t keep yourself up anymore.
“Fuckkkk! Cam. You feel so good.”
“Yeah? You gon come for me?” He whispered in your ear, “Come all over this dick, baby.”
Cameron wrapped his arms around you, fucking you through your orgasm. Your moans were so loud you’re sure the neighbors could hear you but you didn’t care. The whole city could hear you and you wouldn’t give a damn.
After you came, your head hit his chest. Panting, with your hair sticking to your forehead. Cameron rubbed your back, whispering soft praises in your ear.
“All that shit you was talking in them texts…” he murmured, brushing his thumb across your skin. “You was real bold for somebody that can barely keep her eyes open now.”
“Shut up.” You mumbled, playfully rolling your eyes.
Cameron pressed a kiss to the top of your head, still holding you close while your breathing slowly evened out.
“You good?” he murmured softly.
You nodded against his chest, too exhausted to say much. A lazy smile pulled at your lips when his fingers brushed the damp hair away from your forehead.
I am addicted to sydcarmy in a way that’s not even that they have to be romantic but rather that I think they could be. They’re the most important relationship in the show to me and the most interesting, and as long as they’re interacting and obviously important to each other I’m happy.
Like what happened to the soulmatism and finishing each other’s sentences. I need that back before the show is over.
And while I’m on the topic, I think the most interesting friendship that’s truly and purely platonic is sydrichie, and these two dynamics are what make the show for me.
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